#Do NOT turn this into a oneshot you have enough on your plate

[sprout-fics]

Girl help I'm creating a Eros and Psyche legend re-write with Psyche Reader and God of Fury Ghost who refuses to come to his new bride unless he's masked and darkness has fallen. Loves her tenderly and yet vanishes at dawn to never be seen in daylight. Tells her she can only stay if she vows to never see his face.

But Reader makes the mistake of looking at him while he sleeps beside her in the candlelight, and Ghost awakes and flees.

[m0llygunn]

Hello! Can I request oneshot with Eddie and virgin reader?

Something like when they're talking casually and she confesses that she feels so insecure about being virgin at her age (22) when everyone she knows has boyfriends/girlfriends and had first sex a long time ago. But she hasn't even kissed anyone and she doesn't know how it works.

(She has also a big crush on Eddie but she's shy about it)

How do you think Eddie would react?

It's so personal for me but if you're not comfortable with this idea it's okay ☺️

Thank you for your time!

hi! sorry for how long it took! I didn't want to write something too too similar to Eddie's Notes, so it took me a minute to think something up, hope thats okay!

also this is my first request!! thank you! I hope you like it :)

it's not too explicit but 18+ only please!

wc: 2.4k+

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“How much do you wanna bet they’ll be fucking within the hour?” Eddie whispers, leaning in close enough for you to hear him.

“Huh?” you reply, catching Eddie’s gaze. He nods back to the couple you’ve both been sparring glances at ever since you sat down.

You and Eddie stopped at the diner to get late dinner after hanging out with the group at Steve’s house. He was just going to drive you home, but he insisted he was starving and you both had to stop for food. You’re not complaining, you’ve always had quite the soft spot for Eddie and more time with him is always welcomed.

You both sat at the back of the diner on the same side of the booth as Eddie insisted it was the best spot for people watching. Sitting in the other back corner of the restaurant was some girl you hardly recognized from high school and a guy who you assumed was her date.

To you, it looked innocent. They both sat on the same side of the booth, probably doing the same thing you and Eddie were doing. Their shoulders were just barely touching and they were making quick, shy glances at one another. To you, you thought that maybe it was a first date due to their nervousness, so for Eddie to think they’ll be fucking within the hour… you couldn’t help but look at him in pure confusion. 

“His hand’s been on her thigh the whole night and she’s been slowly inching it up, see,” he explains in a low voice, motioning down to under their table. You spare another glance and just as he said, their hands are just nearing the hem of her skirt. 

“I didn’t notice,” you say quietly, refocusing your attention on your food, picking at your fries.

To you, they looked innocent. You thought their nervousness was because it was a first date. What a stupid thing to think.

“Look, look,” Eddie says excitedly, leaning further into you, laying his arm across the back of the booth. You glance over as the guy's hand fully travels under the girl’s skirt. 

“Eddie, I can't watch that,” you say, turning away out of embarrassment for yourself and the couple.

“What’s wrong? Never fooled around in public before?” he teases, his arm behind you coming forward just enough to nudge your shoulder.

“No,” you say quietly, throwing down the fry you’ve been swirling around on your plate before crossing your arms over your chest. 

“What?” he laughs and you shrug. 

No, you haven’t fooled around in public. You haven’t fooled around, full stop. Not even a kiss. Not even a hand hold. Not in public nor in private. Nothing. 

“You’re telling me you haven’t gone on a date and the guy hasn’t gotten a little handsy with you?” Eddie teases further.

You’d have to go on dates for someone to get handsy with you. You shrug again, just faintly shaking your head. You turn your face away from Eddie only to be met with the sight of the guy's hand all the way up the girl's skirt— something you really don’t want to see. You redirect your gaze forward, having nowhere else to look at this point. 

“I don’t believe you,” he laughs, hand nudging your shoulder again. You shrug again, sighing heavily. 

“Eddie. I don’t go on dates,” you say, flatly. 

“Me neither really. I guess, it’s kind of an old school thing,” he says, taking a sip of his drink. He clearly doesn’t understand what you mean. You brave a glance at Eddie. You like him. You have for a while.

“Eddie, can I tell you something really embarrassing?”

He sets his drink down, and while you go back to avoiding his gaze, you can tell he’s making every attempt to meet yours. You look at him for a split second before looking down at the table once again.

“Yeah, of course,” he says quietly. You can feel his hand grazing your shoulder, fingers just barely brushing over your skin. As nervous and embarrassed as you are to say what you’re about to say, his light, gentle contact is sort of relaxing, soothing in a way. Eddie’s always been kind, you know he won’t be mean about it, that’s just not in his nature, but it’s still something you’re insecure about. 

“I don’t go on dates, or do anything like that,” you say, nodding your head over to the couple. His eyebrows raise before he relaxes into a light laugh, like he expected you to say something different maybe. 

“Okay… not everyone’s into public stuff, it’s fine,” he smiles. His hand settles completely on your shoulder and that gives you the courage to just blurt it all out. 

“I’m a virgin, Eddie,” you say, hushing your voice. 

“Oh?” he says, in a short sort of quiet gasp. If you thought he expected you to say something else earlier, you can tell that he really didn’t expect you to say that.

“Yeah,” you hum, hoping he’ll give you some other reaction other than his blank stare.

“Oh,” he says again, his eyes shifting down to your crossed arms before back up to meet your gaze. You cower under his look, regretting saying anything. 

“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I said that. It’s so embarrassing.” You say, shifting in the seat, not sure if you want to get up and leave or just hope that the earth opens up and swallows you whole. Eddie’s hand on your shoulder grows more firm, keeping you still.

“No— no. I’m just... I didn’t know. Is it… like, on purpose?” he asks tentatively, keeping his tone soft.

“No,” you answer, shrinking into yourself as the burning from your cheeks turns into your whole body lighting aflame. 

“Hey, it’s okay,” he says, leaning into you, his hand on your shoulder pulling you in closer to him at the same time. 

The couple draw both yours and Eddie’s attention as the girl giggles loudly. When you look over at them, they’re both quickly shuffling out of their booth. The guy wraps his arm around her shoulder, pulling her into a kiss before taking her hand and guiding her out of the restaurant. It makes your stomach sink because that’s exactly what you’ve never had and it’s mocking you right to your face. 

“It’s not okay, Eddie, it’s embarrassing. Like, that—” you say, motioning to the direction that the couple just left in. “That’s what normal people my age do. Everyone’s had relationships and I haven’t done anything,” you say hastily, feeling entirely too fed up with yourself for being in this situation. It’s hard to not be upset with yourself when people around you are constantly reminding you how behind you are, even without them knowing it. 

Eddie squeezes your shoulder lightly. “I think you forget who you’re talking to right now,” he laughs.

“Eddie, you’re not a virgin,” you state.

“No, but I was. For a long time. Nobody was exactly lining up to get with the satanic super senior freak,” he says, adding emphasis to the names he’s been called over the years. You know he’s just saying this stuff to make you feel better about yourself, and it makes you feel worse. He shouldn’t have to put himself down. Eddie’s the best and it’s not fair for him to do that. 

“Yeah, but you’re not a ‘satanic super senior freak’. You’re cool, you’re in a band, you’re attractive. So many people would be lucky to be with you. It's different, you’re hot and funny— and you’re not 22 years old and still a virgin,” you blurt out, squeezing your folded arms over your chest harder. You shift in your seat again, contemplating getting up, but Eddie’s hand on your shoulder pulls you in even closer to him until your shoulder meets the edge of his chest and your hip meets his.

“Hey. It’s okay. I’m not judging you, you’re fine,” he says, softly.

“But—”

“I���m serious. If that experience hasn’t happened yet, it’s no big deal.”

You deflate into yourself, feeling the embarrassment burn hot inside of you. Eddie shifts, facing you but you keep your head down, avoiding his gaze. His free hand landing on your thigh startles you, making you look up at him in surprise. You’re met with a soft smile, like he knew that would get your attention. 

“You know, you’re attractive too. Very pretty. Just because some idiot hasn’t made the moves on you yet, doesn’t mean you aren’t.”

“Don’t say stuff just to be nice,” you mumble, feeling your cheeks heat for an entirely different reason. 

“I’m serious. I wouldn’t lie to you. You’re smart, and funny, and I like being around you,” he says, leaning in even closer, close enough for you to feel his breath on your cheek.

“Eddie, I haven’t even kissed someone before,” you say, turning to him abruptly. You're nearly nose to nose with him, and it makes your heart beat too fast. You pull back a few inches, looking at Eddie but his gaze stays low on your face.

“Is it a bad time for me to say I’ve been dying to kiss you?” he asks, eyes still lingering low, and you suddenly realize it’s your lips he’s focusing on.

“What?” you say, your brows pinching in confusion. 

“I want to kiss you,” he repeats with clarity, eyes meeting yours. You shake your head, surely this is a joke. 

“Stop making fun of me,” you huff, uncrossing your arms. You put your hand over Eddie’s to pry it from your thigh. He let’s go, taking your hand in his instead, making you stop dead in your tracks.

“Why do you think I brought you here? Why do you think we’re sitting in the back of the diner?” he says, raising his brows. “And it’s not just because I wanted to spy on the couple who was practically fucking back here.”

“I don’t know.” 

“Because I’ve been dying to kiss you. It’s awfully hard to get you alone, you know?” he says. He smiles at you softly, squeezing your hand in his. Your stomach flutters. You’ve thought about this moment, wanted it so badly— yet something inside of you still holds you back. 

“I don’t know how,” you say, feeling flustered. He squeezes your hand, dipping his face to meet your gaze.

“It’s easy, just come closer,” he whispers. You do as he says and he hums lowly. His hand on your shoulder moves to the back of your head, keeping you moving into him at a steady pace and he inches forward, meeting you in the middle. 

You let your eyes flutter shut, and you feel his lips on yours, light as a feather. He presses into you more firmly, and when his lips start to move, you freeze up, not knowing what to do. His hand on the back of your head moves to your neck, caressing you softly— like an encouragement. He slows down and you take the leap, following his lead. You match his pace, moving your lips like he does, copying the movements, and he hums again— like a praise this time. 

“Easy, isn’t it?” he says, just barely moving away from your lips. 

“Yeah,” you agree breathily, feeling like your whole body is tingling. 

“You’re a natural,” he says. You feel his breath against your lips and you don’t know if you want to run away or lean in for more. He doesn’t give you the chance either way before he’s tugging you closer to his chest so your head rests on his shoulder. His hand guides you to look up at him.

“I like you for you. Not the experiences you have or haven’t had,” he says, meeting your gaze. His words make your stomach explode with butterflies but your head stops you from letting yourself believe his sentiment. 

“Don’t you think it’s embarrassing though?” you ask.

“Would you think it was embarrassing if it were the other way around? Would you like me less if I were a virgin?”

“No,” you reply honestly. You would never like Eddie less for something superficial like that. The way he looks at you so softly is a testament to how good he is, you wouldn’t like him any less even if he were a virgin. 

“Things happen at different times for people. I’m sure you’ve done all kinds of things I haven’t done before… like graduating on your first try,” he says with a smirk.

“Don’t put yourself down just to make me feel better,” you say, leaning further up towards him, squinting your eyes into a glare so he knows you’re serious. 

He laughs at you, nodding his head gently before continuing.“I’m just saying, sex isn’t the end all be all of who you are. Not to sound preachy, but it’s only embarrassing if you let it embarrass you— and it shouldn’t. At all. Ever,” he emphasizes, rubbing his hand against your side. His lips quirk up into a smirk—one you’re familiar with and know that it typically means he’s up to no good. “And if you ever want to not be a virgin, I’m right here,” he says, digging his fingers into your ribs, making you laugh. 

It was a joke— him being there if you ever wanted to not be a virgin, but then it was the truth. When Eddie drove you home, he helped you brush up on your kissing skills. Right before you went inside for the night, he asked you on a date. 

While it didn’t happen that night or even that week, it did happen eventually. And when it did, Eddie was slow with you. He was patient with you, and made sure you were comfortable the whole time. You’ve always heard the romanticized versions of people losing their virginity, and how it was so perfect, and this or that, but with Eddie, it really was. He was someone you cared for and trusted and that’s what made it perfect. 

He quelled all your negative thoughts. He made sure you knew that your sex life didn’t dictate who you were. What experiences you had or didn’t have doesn’t make you or break you.

He took you on a date, he kissed you, held your hand, held you. He took you on more dates, called you his, did all the things you dreamt about— the things you were worried you would never get. 

Everything you hadn’t done, you did with Eddie. For a long time you thought you were missing out. In some ways, maybe you were, but if you had to choose, you’d do it all over again exactly the same, as long as you’d get to do it all over again with Eddie. 

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thank you again!

[nicksolemnlyswears]

SWEET TREAT

TWO IS COMPANY, THREE IS A CROWD

pairing: opla!sanji x reader, opla!zoro x reader

word count: 2.8k

warning: 18+, smut, swearing, penetration (p in v), oral (m receiving), food play, slight vouyerism

a/n: i didn't think 'TWO IS COMPANY, THREE IS A CROWD' would receive so much love. it's been overwhelming (in a good way) how well it's been doing. thank you to everyone who liked it and reblogged it!

as a thank you here is part 2 because if zoro had his moment so should sanji. (isn't that gif of him precious?) honestly you don't need to read part 1 to understand this. it's basically porn without plot (although it does have more plot than the first part lol)

i'd like to repeat i've only ever watched netflix's one piece so don't come for me if they are out of character.

i might just write a buggy oneshot next...that clown is coming for me.

Sanji outdid himself once more with dinner. No one in the crew can deny that recruiting Sanji onto the Straw Hat Crew was a great idea. Not even Zoro, who downplays his gratefulness with jabs towards the ‘waiter.’

With a full stomach and the rocking of the Going Merry the crew shuffles to their respective shared rooms to get some rest. Except for you.

You stay behind, gathering the empty plates and returning them to the sink. Sanji shoots you a thankful smile and pecks your lips gingerly as he turns to clean up the mess he made on the kitchen counter.

It’s peaceful as you scrub the dishes and Sanji returns everything to its respective spot. Each time he walks past you his palms find your hips, squeezing your body and rubbing up against you unnecessarily. Sanji just likes feeling your presence. Physical touch and acts of service is how he shows his love.

You don’t mind his touch, you revel on it actually. There’s something about big strong hands on your hips that makes you feel safe and fills your mind with impure thoughts.

You and Sanji talk in soft voices to maintain the unusual peacefulness of the ship. He whispers sweet nothings in your ear as he helps you dry the clean dishes, his breath tickling you and making you giggle.

“Saved space for dessert?” Sanji whispers, his eyes on the hallway leading to Luffy’s bedroom, afraid the boy will barge through the door.

“You’re telling me I have the pleasure of getting dessert?” You quip with a grin while looking up at him.

Sanji softly laughs, grabbing your waist and pulling you close to him. Your arms instinctually go around his neck. “You were the only one who helped me clean.”

“I just like spending time with you,” you whisper getting on your tippy toes to brush your lips against his.

“Even more reason to treat you with something sweet,” he responds, fully capturing your lips in a kiss.

With only the two of you around he takes his time to sink into the kiss. Tilting his head to deepen it and brushing his tongue against your lips. One hand grabs your hip while the other tangles in your hair, pulling you closer.

“I thought you were making me dessert not that I was dessert…although that can be arranged,” you tease him, dropping down back on your feet, leaving one last kiss on his jaw.

Sanji chuckles and shakes his head at your words, “You’re sweet enough to be dessert, but you’re right I did promise you a treat."

Kissing your forehead, Sanji opens up the pantry to get the necessary ingredients. You lean against the counter besides him as he fixes his sleeves up and starts whisking ingredients together. All of his movements are precise and confident.

Your eyes zone in on his strong forearms. The veins and tendons tensing as he whisks away. You can't help but remember all the times he's held you in his arms, his strong grip and the pleasure he gives.

You move to stand behind him as he finishes up, wrapping your arms around his waist and hugging him. You leave kisses along his spine, resting your head there for a moment. Neither have to speak to appreciate each others presence and the calm environment.

“All done, darling,” Sanji announces. He places his arms over yours to intertwine your fingers and give the palm of your hand a kiss.

You peep from behind him seeing a dish with chocolate mousse and whipped cream. It's your favorite dessert, the same one he recommended back when you first met at Baratie.

As you reach for the dish Sanji grabs you and lifts you to sit on the kitchen counter. You laugh as he stands between your open legs, bringing the dessert up between the two of you.

You part your lips as he raises the spoon up to your lips. Sanji watches you expectantly and a sense of satisfaction fills him as you close your eyes in pleasure.

The mixture of flavors invade your senses causing a moan rises from your throat. Sanji's proud smile falters as your tongue swipes your bottom lip to clean off a bit of chocolatey residue. A wave of lust crashes against him and settles deep inside of him.

“Best one yet, Chef Sanji,” you say none the wiser to the thoughts of the blonde chef.

“Yeah?” He says huskily, “Let me try, darling.”

The taste of the chocolate is alive in your mouth as Sanji presses his lips against yours and sneaks his tongue inside your mouth. There's no better place to taste his creation than from you. You squeal in surprise but lean into the kiss, grinning at his playfulness.

“I have to agree with you,” Sanji responds breathlessly, tucking a stand of your hair behind your ear.

“Smooth,” you giggle, taking the dish and spoon from his hands.

You and Sanji share the tasty dessert. You take charge of the spoon, feeding it to him in intervals. When it's nearly done you take a bit of left over whip cream and spread it on his nose.

Sanji stares at you open mouthed, he wasn't expecting that from you. "You're disrespecting the chef, love," he says moodily, wiping the nose with his finger and looking around for a rag.

"Am I?" You question, grabbing his hand. He looks at you questioningly as you lift it up to your lips to suck the finger covered in whipped cream.

The same sensation from earlier fills him once more as your lips wrap around his finger. You lock your eyes with his as your tongue swirls around it, just like it would if it was his cock. You release it from your mouth with a ‘pop’ with Sanji staring at you lustful eyes. His cock stirs in his trousers, feeling confined all of the sudden.

“You're being a little brat after I've treated you so well, darling?” Sanji breathes out, grabbing your thighs and sliding you to the edge of the counter. Now pressed against him you feel the bulge you've caused.

"I'm sorry?" You 'apologize' with a mischievous grin and a shrug.

"Sure you are," Sanji grumbles, stealing a kiss from you. He doesn't kiss you long as he leaves open mouthed kisses along your neck, the smell of your perfume still present on your skin. His hands sneak under your shirt, touching your warm skin and making you shiver.

You cross your ankles behind him, keeping him close to you as your head dips back. You feel his tongue on your collarbones, sucking a bruise on them.

As best you can you blindly unbutton his shirt, allowing your nails to rake down his chest and stomach. Sanji's abdomen tenses at your touch, which doesn't go unnoticed by you.

Sanji's lips soon return to yours, slipping his tongue past them to play with your tongue. Teasingly you slip a finger in the waistband of his trousers, pulling on it playfully.

"Let me make it up to you," you pant, referring to him calling you a brat. Undoing the belt and popping open his trousers you slip your hand under his underwear.

"You're going to be the death of me, woman," Sanji groans when you take hold of his cock and pull it out of its confines. You smile widely at him as you begin stroking his length.

Sanji's attention is redirected to your chest as he brushes off the straps of your top down your shoulders and pulls it down, exposing your chest to him. He feels you shudder when the cold sea air hits your skin.

An idea forms in his head when he notices the left over whipped cream. Reaching out to it he grabs a dollop of it and spreads it over your hard nipples. He's combining two things he adores, you and food.

"Sanji, what?" You gasp, looking down at the mess he created.

"You said you could be dessert," he reminds you, briefly kissing you.

His mouth encases one of your nipples to clean you off the sweet cream. Sanji's tongue swirls and flicks against it, making your back arch in pleasure.

You momentarily stop pumping his cock in your hand, getting lost in his touch but Sanji reminds you as he thrusts into your palm. You continue to rub him up and down, tracing your thumb over his sensitive head to spread the bead that has formed there.

Meanwhile, Sanji switches to your other nipple, licking and sucking it. He needs to give props to himself as the whipped cream is delicious, especially topping your skin.

Sanji pays equal attention to each one of your breasts as he pinches and pulls on the one not in his mouth. Above him he hears your dulcet voice calling his name. Your touch is addicting as he sporadically jerks his hips to meet your pace.

Your chest and neck continue to be covered in whipped cream and yet you don't feel the stickiness as Sanji indulges on the sweet treat. Even as he comes back up to kiss your pouty lips you taste the sugar on them, leading you to crave some yourself.

"I want some whipped cream too, you know," you tell him with a pout.

"There's some left over," Sanji answers you albeit a bit confused. Seems like he forgets he's not the only one that can play around with food.

You gently push him back and drop down from the counter. Grabbing the small bowl with the left over whipped cream you kneel on the floor. Sanji is taken aback but nontheless lets you guide him to stand right in front of you.

His cock bounces as he settles in front of you. You grab it and give the tip a little kiss. Sanji grabs the counter behind him to brace himself. Dipping your finger into the bowl you spread the whipped cream along his length, letting some accumulate on his head.

Sticking out your tongue you lick Sanji from base to tip, gathering the sugary substance. You lick and lick until there is none left. Sanji watches you like a hawk, knuckles white from how hard he's grabbing the edge of the countertop. A grunt or two leave his lips, urging you on.

Sanji hisses your name when you push yourself to take his whole length in your mouth. You look up at him, cheeks hollowed and wide eyes, feigning innocence. "You saucy minx," he chides you.

Gathering your hair into a makeshift ponytail Sanji takes charge of your pace and the depth you take him. You hold onto his muscular thighs, letting him do as he pleases. Your tongue does wonders as it swirls around his cockhead with each opportunity that presents itself.

The combination of your warm mouth and the visual of you half dressed and flushed takes him to the precipice but before he's able to climax he forces you off his cock. He's not about to cum without having your walls wrapped around him. Helping you up he brushes your watery eyes with his thumbs and kisses your wet red lips that match your nose.

Positioning you to face away from him, he leans you over the counter. You glance behind you as feel him pressing up against you. Sanji pulls down your shorts and panties, ignoring the wet patch on them. His fingers dipping between your legs confirms what he already knows. You've been anticipating his touch ever since you decided to stay behind to help him clean up.

"Would you look at that?" Sanji smirks, spreading his fingers to watch your slick webbing between them.

"Sanji, please. I need you," you whimper, wiggling your hips.

"Now you decide to be polite, darling?" Sanji asks, swiping his cock against your drippy slit. It catches against your entrance, teasing you.

"Mhm, please," you shakily beg.

"Remember to be quiet or else the others will come wandering around," Sanji warns you, slowly pushing into you.

You bite your lips to keep quiet as it slips in smoothly. You swear you can feel the long vein that trails down his cock and the curve of it that hits you just right.

You hold onto the wooden counter for dear life as Sanji begins thrusting into you. One hand grips your hip, pulling you back towards him and the other runs down your back, occasionally spanking your ass to get a rise out of you.

"Such a good girl," he groans. At his words your pussy clamps around him, seems like you have a praise kink. "You like when I call you that, huh?" Sanji asks, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

"Yes, Sanji" you moan out, looking over your shoulder to get a glimpse of your boyfriend.

Sanji straightens back up and continues to thrust into you. Steady and deep. He focuses on the mess between your legs as a white ring forms at his base whenever he pushes back into you.

Shamelessly he grabs your ass, spreading it to see how your pussy chokes him out and how your walls drag each time he pulls out.

The height difference between the two of you is inconvenient. You're on your tippy toes as he grabs your hips to pull you impossibly closer.

You and Sanji are lost in the moment, concentrating on each other. So much so neither notices how Zoro walks into the kitchen. Quiet as a mouse, he walks around the counter until he's across from you.

You're a sight for sore eyes as your tits bounce with each of Sanjis strong thrusts. He'd come for an after dinner snack before heading to bed. He figured you'd be here with the waiter since he wasn't back in their shared cabin.

Sanji doesn't say anything, more than used to Zoro's presence by now. Zoro grabs the bowl of left over mousse and dips a finger in to taste it, liking it he grabs a spoon and leans back to watch.

"Is the waiter making you feel good?" He asks as he takes a spoonful of dessert. Sanji almost growls at the name but the feel of you choking his cock quiets him down.

You gasp at the sound of his voice. You had your eyes closed and as you open them you see Zoro, staring intently at you. You nod before speaking, "Fucking me nice and deep."

"You've gotten better at keeping quiet, baby," Zoro praises you, leaving the now empty bowl behind. He leans over the counter on his elbows, he's eye to eye with you now. "If I didn't know any better, I would have no idea of what's going on here."

"You really think now's a good time to have a conversation, mate?" Sanji glares at him. Zoro's presence causes him to snap his hips harder against yours. Your body jostles harder against the counter.

"Why not? Her mouth is free," Zoro shrugs, returning his gaze to his pretty girlfriend who is trying her hardest to keep quiet with the change of pace. "But I can leave if that's what you want."

"No!" You exclaim, extending your hand out to him to take. Zoro smirks at the blonde, grabbing your hand and cleaning the bead of sweat forming on your forehead.

"Whatever," Sanji mutters under his breath.

Your quietness doesn't last seeing as soon as Sanji touches your clit you yelp and tighten your hold on Zoro's hand.

"There she is," Zoro smirks at the noise you make. The harder Sanji thrusts and the more he touches your clit the louder your noises get.

"Sanji. Zoro." You whine, scrunching your eyes closed focusing on that knot settling deep in you.

"Spoke too soon. Want to help her out, Zoro?" Sanji grunts. He's not going to last much longer now. He feels the pressure coming to it's limit.

Zoro comes closer to you and kisses you. It's nearly not enough to keep you quiet though as your moans leak in between each kiss. Your fingers come up behind Zoro's neck, deepening the kiss as you feel your toes curling in anticipation.

Soon Sanji's thrusts become erratic and once he feels your walls clenching around him as you cum, it's over for him. He stills inside of you, shooting his load. Sanji helps you ride out your orgasm, circling your clit gently till you push him back.

There's a moment where you're slumped on the counter, forehead pressed against Zoro's. Sanji is inside of you not moving, his fingers caressing up and down your back. Your pussy spasms around his softening cock every so often.

Only when you attempt to straighten up does he pull out and helps you pull up your panties and shorts, seeing you like the mess that comes afterwards.

Sanji tucks himself back into his trousers and buttons up his wrinkled shirt, tucking it in as if nothing happened. Wrapping his arm around your waist Sanji kisses your temple and whispers another praise in your ear.

The two men exchange looks and smile as you lean tiredly against the blonde. The arrangement you three have is unorthodox but it is convenient. You make good use of your time giving them both the attention and affection they need.

[sincerelyrki]

everyone should know

your boyfriend couldn’t just sit around and watch another man shamelessly flirt with you. he had to do something, even if it meant revealing your relationship.

pairing : idol!secretbf!sunghoon x fem!reader

warnings + genre : suggestive themes. secret relationship. jealousy. reader is said to have hair long enough to braid.

wc : 626

a/n : i struggle with writing drabbles but i hope this one turned out alright <3 i’m trying to update (almost) everyday whether it be a new miniskirt chapter or a oneshot (tmr it will be a miniskirt update, promise)

perm written taglist : @vousty

Sunghoon’s unmoving glare seemed to have no effect on his eldest member, his attention drawn to you like a moth. 

A flirty smile sat on Heeseung’s lips the entire time the two of you conversed, knees bumping as your body was bent toward each other.

The entire dinner Sunghoon had to listen to your cute giggles, watching as you playfully knocked your shoulders against the man sitting directly beside you.

He struggled with restraining himself, his legs almost shaking the entire table as they unrelentlessly bounced. 

His hands were in no better condition, knuckles ghostly white as he clutched his utensils tight in his palms. 

“Your hair is so pretty, did you braid it yourself?” The second Heeseung’s hand gently tugged on one of your braids, Sunghoon snapped.

The entire table flinched in shock as Sunghoon’s fork came slamming down, his plate chattering due to the force that suddenly came down around it.

Sunghoon rounded the table, his fingers wrapping around Heeseung’s wrist as he pulled his hand away from you.

 “I did it.” He declared a little bit too loud, looks getting thrown your way from the staff sitting around the neighbouring tables. 

Heeseung raised his hands in retreat, eyebrows raised as he matched Sunghoon’s look. “It looks good, but I think I could’ve done better.”

He gave you one more glance, winking at you as he finished his sentence, “much better.”

Everyone shared a look, their legs pushing their chairs out as they prepared to jump in between the two males before they could begin fighting in front of their entire staff.

“Oh really?” Sunghoon mused, head tilting to the side as he pretended to think about the possibility of Heeseung’s words being true.

Heeseung confidently nodded his head, his hands lowering to cross across his chest, his chin held high as he looked up at the two of you. 

Sunghoon moved his head to face you, his hand coming up to trace along one of the braids. “Now that you mention it, she was moving quite a lot.” 

Your jaw dropped at Sunghoon’s obvious innuendo, heat rushing throughout your body as everyone seemed to understand what he was referring to.

Sunghoon didn’t wait to see Heeseung’s response, turning his back to him as he gently entwined your hands. 

He led you back to his seat, his hand never leaving yours as he once again sat down.

He spread his legs, his knees separating as he slid his hips lower down the chair. “Sit,” He patted his thigh once, his hand tugging against yours as he pulled you forward.

Sunghoon helped you sit across him, his arms wrapping around your waist as he tugged your back taut against his chest. 

“Isn’t it so much more comfortable over here?” Sunghoon purposely breathed down your neck, his cocky smile growing as he felt your body shiver. 

“I guess he hasn’t realized that you’re my girl yet, I think we need to make it a little more…” He trailed off, his hands tightening around your waist before he began placing small pecks along the base of your neck, “obvious.”

“No one knew, they wouldn’t have sat me beside someone else if they did.” You almost started defending your close friend but automatically backtracked after realizing how angry Sunghoon was.

“That’s the problem, everyone should know.” 

“Should they?” Sunghoon knew you were just teasing him at this point, riling him up for your amusement. But he still took your words seriously, imagining the look on Heeseung’s face after he finds out about the sincerity of your relationship.

“They’ll all know by tonight.” 

It was safe to say that they all knew about the two of you by the time the sun set, Heeseung getting the hint right away.

[vampireimiko]

pregnant reader x miguel o’hara: gabis first parent teacher conference and they’ve gotta explain why she keeps saying her dads gonna whoop the kids ass whenever they piss her off

parent teacher conference

warnings, none at all !! just like 1 cuss word or something 💀

note, THANK YEW FOR REQUESTING VENUS 🫶🏾🫶🏾, this is the longest oneshot ive ever made😭 anyway i hope you all enjoy !!

It's Parent Teacher Conference night, and Miguel finds himself sitting near the back of the auditorium to keep an eye on the meeting. There seems to be a bit of arguing between teachers and parents about the workload being too much for some students, when he senses a presence next to him and looks up to see that you, his wife, sits to his left, who is visibly pregnant and with her own plate filled with food.

"Oh my god- Miguel! This food is so good, do you want some?" You said, mouth full of a bit of everything on your plate. Miguel chuckled at your antics and shook his head no.

"As entertaining as this is" He says pointing towards the arguments in front of him, "I'm just ready to have our 1 on 1 with Gabriella's teacher."

You agreed with him, as you two had been sitting here for quite some time. But just like clockwork, Gabriella's teacher, Ms. Rose walked up to you and Miguel letting you know she was ready to have your conference.

Ms. Rose greeted you both with a warm smile, her eyes briefly glancing at your visibly pregnant belly before focusing on the matter at hand. "Thank you both for being here tonight! I appreciate your dedication to Gabriella's education."

You exchanged a nod and a smile, grateful for the teacher's acknowledgment. Miguel stepped forward, his voice filled with genuine interest. "We're looking forward to hearing about Gabriella's progress and any areas where we can support her better."

"Of course! Please if you could follow me to my classroom and we can get straight into discussing." With that being said, you and Miguel get up from the seats with him having to help you. It was getting hard for you stand up by yourself and you absolutely could not wait to have this baby out of you. Anyway enough of that, you and Miguel make your way too the classroom following behind Ms. Rose.

She opens the door and encourages you two to sit wherever. As you settled into the seats, she began sharing Gabriella's achievements and areas for improvement, providing a comprehensive overview of her academic journey.

The both of you listened to her intently, focusing on what Gabriella needed a bit more help on. You and Miguel took turns asking questions and clarification's on certain things. You could tell Ms. Rose genuinely cared about her students, taking the time to learn they're strengths and challenges.

"Now despite Gabriella being absolutely wonderful, there is one more thing I'd like to address." Ms Rose said switching her tone to a more serious one. You and Miguel looked at one another then back at her.

"Yes?"

"I've been overhearing Gabriella tell people that Mr. O'Hara here would come up to the school and in her words, 'whoop anybody who pisses me off'."

The both of your eyes widened. Miguel knew he said that, you know he said that, hell even the baby inside of you knew he said it! Not only did be say that, but he meant it aswell. Nobody is messing with his babygirl.

"Miguel!" You slapped his shoulder, putting on a serious front up in front of Ms. Rose, knowing damn well you wanted so badly to burst out laughing.

The room fell into an awkward silence as Ms. Rose observed the exchange between you, Miguel, and your shared reaction. Your attempt to maintain a serious demeanor in front of her was quickly crumbling as your suppressed laughter threatened to burst forth.

Miguel's face turned a shade of red, realizing the weight of his words and the potential consequences they might have had. He cleared his throat, trying to compose himself, his eyes darting between you, Ms. Rose, and the floor.

"I-I apologize Ms. Rose. That was a misguided attempt at humor. I never intended for her to come to school and say something like that." He said rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

Ms. Rose, her expression a mix of amusement and understanding, nodded. "I appreciate your honesty, Miguel. It's essential to address such statements to ensure a safe and inclusive environment for everyone."

You struggled to contain your laughter, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. Taking a deep breath, you managed to compose yourself enough to speak without bursting into giggles. "Yes, Ms. Rose, we apologize for any confusion caused. We'll make sure to have a conversation with Gabriella about appropriate language and the importance of respectful interactions."

Ms. Rose's lips curved into a gentle smile. "I understand that children can sometimes pick up on our words and interpret them in unexpected ways. It's important for us as adults to model the behavior we want to see in them."

Fast foward to being done with the conference, you and Miguel were walking too the car. He stopped the both of you and you furrow your eyebrows in confusion as he leans down to your stomach.

"Just to let you know, that same statement in there goes for you too."

𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞; 𝐖𝐎𝐎 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰 !! 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐦 (𝐢𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥) 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 !!

𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

[superprincesspea]

Ghost

Aemond is sick and you give him comfort.

Aemond/Reader

Fluff, Oneshot, 1322 Words

Masterlist

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When you're chosen to be Prince Aemond's chambermaid, you're grateful. He's not like the others at court. He's quiet, studious, and well regarded as a man of few pleasures except for his books. If that wasn't good enough, his room is always kept immaculate. So, all you have to do, is change the bed linens, clean the fire, and dust.   

You never even see him, at least, you never see him in his room.   

You see him in the halls, sparring in the courtyard and eating dinner at the high table. But he doesn’t see you. He doesn’t even know you.   

You’re like a ghost. Sneaking into his private space every single day yet leaving no real trace of your existence. Only hints.   

The straight stack of books, lined from tallest to shortest. The perfect shine on the gold sigil emblazoned on his chest plate. The sheets tucked so tightly over his mattress that you like to think he must battle with them every time he goes to bed.   

By now, you’ve haunted Aemond’s chamber for almost an entire year, and you’re thinking today will be no different, until it is.   

You’re quietly humming to yourself as you enter his room, your arms bursting with fresh linens and there he is, lying in the bed, his chest bare, the sheet sliding down his narrow hips.   

You almost scream in fright, dropping the linens to the floor before bowing deeply, respectfully. “Please forgive me, your grace, I did not mean to disturb you.”  

“Come closer,” he mumbles, his voice hoarse and you realize the room smells stale, the air thick.  

Still, you do as he’s asked and tiptoe towards him.  

Sweat glistens on his brow, his white hair plastered to his skin.   

You gasp, not really thinking before you place the back of your very cold hand against his very hot cheek.   

“You're burning up,” you say, snatching your hand away, but he holds your wrist, pressing you fingers back against his cheek and relishing your touch.

“I shall fetch the maester,” you insist, wanting to turn towards the door and leave as quickly as possible, but his grip is like a shackle.  

“No, stay-” he coughs, his voice as weak as a kitten despite the strength in his fingers.   

You give up trying to fight him and consent to stay. Perching gingerly beside him on the very edge of the bed and even this feels like an intrusion.  

Trying not to let your eyes stray down the length of his body which is still barely contained by the sheet, you pick up the jug of water from his nightstand and pour him a cup.   

Bringing it to his lips, he takes small but satisfied sips, his voice a little less husky when he says, “thank you.”   

No one you serve has ever thanked you for anything before, and a bubble of pride swells in your chest as you reach tentatively to brush your hand against the other side of his face.   

He nuzzles into it with a sigh, and you wonder what the other maids would think if they knew you had the prince in the very palm of your hand. But he’s too sick for you to really enjoy it.   

“I’m going to fetch a cloth,” you warn before standing and returning to your bundle of linens which are still spread across the floor.  

You find one of the rags you usually use to dust his bed frame. Its clean and fresh enough for you to dunk it in the jug of water before bringing it to his face, allowing the coolness to soothe the heat.   

Aemond’s breathing deepens, relaxed as you move the cloth from head to cheek before dunking it again and moving to his neck. Finally, you draw the cloth across his chest, but you dare not sink any lower than that.   

“You need medicine,” you tell him instead and he seems to concede to this, his head giving the slightest nod but his hand regaining control of your wrist.  

“Send the guard,” he whispers, and you do as he says, feeling frightened to issue an order to the men standing outside the door.  

They look at you as you’d expect, laughing, thinking you a stupid little girl, but no matter what they’re thinking, they still do as you have told them, and you find a certain pleasure in that.  

Returning to Prince Aemond, you offer him another sip from his cup and resume the press of cloth on hot skin until two maesters arrive.  

Ignoring your presence in the room, they squabble over the best course of treatment before procuring a glass vial filled with an unknown cure.  

“One drop every hour on the hour,” the oldest of the maesters warns as he hands the responsibility over to you.   

You want to tell him ‘no’, that you cannot possibly do this, but they are turning to leave, and they are shutting the door.  

Staring at the vial, you consider your fate if the prince were to die while you were caring for him, and perhaps that is exactly why the maesters were so quick to leave.   

You could leave too, but you take one last look at Aemond, who looks so pitiful in the bed, and become determined not to lose your head for such a thing as letting him die.   

“Open your mouth,” you order, taking out the little glass dropper to give him a dose of whatever will cure him.   

Afterwards, he falls asleep, and you wait for the hourly tolling of the bells to give him another drop, every hour on the hour.  

Before long it is dark and his fever has not broken so you stay, sitting in a chair which you’ve pulled to the bed and flicking through the books though you cannot read them. Instead, you imagine their stories and the stories are always the same.   

Ones where you are the person who sleeps in such a grand room. Where you do not need to clean linens or sweep soot from the fire because you are the wife of a prince instead of his chambermaid  

When the bell tolls for 5am, Aemond stirs and you lean in, meeting his eye before pressing your hand to his head.   

“How are you feeling?” you say, thinking his temperature feels much cooler.  

Aemond rolls his shoulders with a groan before sitting up on his elbows to grab his cup of water.   

“I feel like I’ve been swallowed by a dragon and shit out the other end,” he says, his voice still croaky before he takes a long drink, and you suppress a laugh.  

When he places the cup down on the side, his eye meets yours before falling to the chair pushed up beside his bed, and there is a sudden shift in the room.   

You can’t pinpoint exactly what it is, you just know that you don’t belong here anymore.   

Ghosts are not supposed to be seen.   

You stand, picking up the chair to place it back beside the desk and, though this room is as familiar to you as your own, you feel like an intruder.   

“Will that be all, your grace?” you say, your head bowed so he cannot see your face.  

“No,” his tone is stern, and you meet his eye, nerves pricking at your skin.  

“I want to thank you for today,” he says, much clearer than before, and that same swell of pride fills up your entire chest. 

You can't say anything, only smile bashfully and feel as though you might be walking on air as you scoop the linens from the floor and leave. Only this time, you don’t leave without a trace.   

Prince Aemond knows exactly who haunts his room and he starts to see you everywhere.   

In the halls, in the courtyard, from the high table.   

It only baffles him that he never really saw you before.   

[the-goddess-of-mischief-writing]

ok i know you haven’t written possessive price yet and i genuinely can’t remember what i wrote in the ask and i feel like i’m gonna write the same thing but the roles are switched but idc…but imagine possessive sunshine!reader…like price is a good looking dude and imagine he gets hit on at marissa’s bar IN FRONT OF THE READER AND/OR MARISSA and price is doing his best at trying to get the last away from him but she just won’t fuck off

Soulmate Sour

Summary; When someone flirts with Price you take it into your own hands to let them know he's off the market.

Pairing: Cpt. John Price x reader (sunshine!universe)

Rating: Mature

CHAPTER NO/ONESHOT: Onehsot 

Word; 3.2k

Warnings; alcohol consumption (drink in moderation), possessiveness, hints at suggestive themes

Author; @the-goddess-of-mischief-writing​

A/N: so I adjusted this just slightly but the main parts are still there, hope you enjoy nonnie&lt;3

You chat with Johnny, his left arm slung behind Marissa on the couch's backrest. Meanwhile, your friend is talking to Kyle. For once, you aren't at the Pearl. Marissa decided to close her place earlier for your group to enjoy a night out where she could join in. Perks of being the owner and controlling closing times, as she said.

It's still early for a Friday, only 9 p.m. There were two more hours before the pub you'd find your way to closed.

It was a much more traditional place than Marissa's. Dark, gloomy, food-to-the-drinks kind of place that half of the population would stop by on their way home from work. And your company wasn't entirely different.

Tonight wasn't a return-from-deployment night. It was a simple get-together after work that John asked if you wanted to tag along to, Johnny having done the same to Marissa. Despite having planned a girl's dinner, the boys had been scattered for a few weeks, most of them back on active duty like John, and tonight was the first time most found their way back to town from wherever so the get-together had been something you couldn't pass up on. 

However, rather than fixing yourself to the somewhat special evening when John had knocked on your door, you'd greeted him with your computer in hand and a brief wave. A meeting with one of your clients ran longer than anticipated.

In the end, Joh waited 40 minutes for you to finish, giving you no time to change out of your work attire if the two of you didn't want to run unfashionably late.

You'd managed to reach the pub just as the others arrived. It was lucky you'd chosen a place that served food, seeing how your last meal had been lunch. Which, at the time, had been over six hours ago.

Your stomach had rumbled enough for Marissa to dig her finger into your side, asking if 'the workaholic cares for herself' in that partly teasing, partly serious tone. However, with everyone's plate of favoured dinner polished clean of food soon after finding a table -aside from Ghost who, when you asked, said 'don't fancy eating around other people, so ate earlier'- the soft feeling of fullness had eased your stomach.

Not soon after the dinner, and before the plates got cleared from the table, John had patted your thigh.

You'd been in the midst of your conversation with Johnny as you momentarily had turned to face the one seeking your attention. 

'Gonna get somethin' to drink. You want anythin'?' John had asked once you turned to face him. 'Same old', you'd answered and he'd only nodded, squeezing your thigh before he slid out of the curved booth.

What brought you out of the thought 'he's been gone for a while now' was when the Scotsman trailed off in his sentence, his eyes perched over your shoulder rather than face, remaining pinned to something behind you. 

Your brows knitted together, head cocking slightly at his sudden shift of attention. The minimal reaction to his strayed conversation was enough to make the Scotsman's face you again.

Something new had entered his eyes and you gave him a questioning look.

"Hate to say it to ye, lass, but old Price seems popular". Johnny nodded forward, motioning to whatever he spotted earlier.

Just as you shift to follow his gaze, a second voice momentarily stops your movement.

"Don't go rippin' a head". Your eyes flicker to Ghost sitting across from you. The man had apparently also noticed whatever Johnny motioned towards as his brown eyes shifted to you.

You only smiled back. "Don't worry".

Ghost only shrugs, eyes falling back to what he'd watched earlier and you finally turn towards whatever both men now observed.

It's easy to find John. His stature is not hard to miss. 

He's standing by the bar, presumably having ordered the drinks he set out to do for you two. But, rather than staring at his broad back as he leans against the bar leisurely, waiting for the drinks to be served. John's standing straight, one hand resting on the bar, the other shoved in his pocket. His posture is tense enough that you note it across the room and if you would've been closer, you probably would've seen his jaw work too, as it often does when he's on edge.

The reason? A woman. She's talking to him, flirting with him.

You see it all the way from here despite not hearing a word she says, her body language screaming her intentions. She's smiling, head cocked to the side, her hand resting on the bar not far from John's. She isn't touching him. Still, she's standing close, closer than what's generally considered talking distance for strangers. Her upper body is leaning towards him, breaking John's personal bubble.

Your brows rise at the scene, your body turning towards the pair. Maybe Ghost was right with his comment as a sudden sour feeling fills your mouth. Despite this, you bite your tongue, remaining put as you watch the scene closely.

It doesn't take long, not even two minutes, before you spot what you only had a hunch would happen.

At something the woman says, John's head and upper body instinctively lean away from her before the rest of his body follows. He rolls his shoulder as he turns, his side facing her while replying. All the while, he attempts to step around the stool that previously prevented any smooth exit of putting distance between himself and his forced company. 

The move signalled two things. John didn't try to hide that he didn't enjoy the woman's presence anymore and wanted to end the primarily one-sided conversation. And, he needed help, not because you doubted him but because the woman followed his step with one of her own.

You scoffed. Apparently, the woman was fucking blind if she didn't understand the signal.

"I'll be back", you said to Johnny and Ghost, both having turned to look at you upon what transpired. You slide from the booth, rising to your feet once at the edge.

"Go get her, lass". There was a big grin on the Scot's face, but you ignored it as you started walking towards the bar.

"Don't do anythin' I would". You hear the Englishman warn from behind, to which you raise a few fingers in recognition and a departing gesture.

As you weave between tables and occupied chairs, your eyes never leave John and the woman. She sweeps her dark hair over her shoulder, showing off more of the plunging neckline meant to draw eyes. You almost laugh when she frowns upon noticing it didn't have the desired effect, but you catch yourself in the last second.

Slowing your step, you switch to look at John. His exasperation with the situation is humouring enough that the gentle smile you let spread isn't forced.

"Hi, how's the drinks going?" John's head snaps ironically fast towards you, his body swivelling to face you rather than the bar. In the corner of your eye, you note how the woman's attention switch to you. 

When you get closer, John pulls his hand out of his pocket and raises his arm, letting you sidle up to him. His hand lands upon your shoulder, making the two of you shift together when he turns to look down the bar. In the new position, you naturally face the woman, but at the moment, you don't look at her, focusing on John as his eyes drop back to you as he speaks.

"Soon done, love", he mutters. His voice is strained, annoyed. You don't need to guess because of what, or rather, who.

You circle your left arm around his waist, finally looking forwards, feigning realisation when you meet the woman's gaze.

"Oh, hello", you greet her with raised brows, catching the sour expression twisting her features for a split second. "Are you an acquaintance of John?"

You motion between the woman and the man at your side, pointing out their closer-than-strangers proximity. Upon the question, the dark-haired woman steps backwards to not stand as close to you.

"You're his girl". Your head cocks at the short remark and complete disregard of your greeting. 

Satisfaction spreads through you at her response, but you only let the gentle smile continue to play on your lips. "I am, and you are?"

"Kathleen", she puffed out her chest, chin jutting upwards, eyes straying towards John before shifting back to you.

"Pleasure", you return with a nod just as the bartender puts your drinks on the counter. "But, if you excuse us, our company is waiting". Your eyes stray to the glasses to push your point.

"I was talking to John when you interrupted". His name is purred from her lips as if knowing it meant everything to her and should bother you. You look back at her with creased brows, a questioning look directed towards her. She must have taken it for displeasure rather than astonishment at what she thought she was attempting, as a smug smile spread on her lips. "And he never mentioned you". 

Instantly, John tenses beneath your touch while his arm tightens around your shoulders. This time, you scoff. Did she really think that implied he was... what? Open to cheating because of that? 

Your reaction makes John's head tilt downwards. You know he wants you to look up at him from how intently he's looking at you, but you don't face him, instead staring straight back at the woman.

"And yet, you don't assume I'm anything else than his girl when I join him? If you didn't already have a hunch, why didn't you just suppose I'm his thing?" You question with a smile. Her mouth opens and closes, caught off guard by your reaction to what evidently was an attempt at winding you up. Clearly, she didn't get the response she desired.

She sneers. "Well, maybe you are because he didn't object to it". She makes a sharp motion with her hand towards John to defend whatever her definition of it implied.

You can feel how he heats up at your side, his already warm body boiling from how she addressed you and what you know is a false statement. You'd seen it yourself. That's why you can't help but chuckle, stepping away from John towards the bar. 

His arms remain around you for as long as possible until he begrudgingly lets it fall. When John doesn't touch you any longer, the air shifts violently. Tension immediately bleeds into the air.

"Be my guest then", you nod towards John as you grab your drinks, catching how not only the women's eyes widen at what you said. "If you want to get turned down a second or even third time, that is. Because from what I saw, my man isn't interested in you and tried to respectfully show that without dropping my name. Which should be enough anyways, don't you think?" You continue as you turn to face her.

The same smile you'd carried the entire conversation now flashed brighter towards the dark-haired woman, who sputters in bewilderment. Satisfied with her stunned expression and being tongue-tied, you turn towards John, whose eyes apparently never left you. 

"You ready?" His blues shift so violently that it feels like they go from black to white when you offer him his beer. He takes his drink from your offered hand with his right one only to intertwine the fingers of his left with it instead. You take the hint. "Have a good evening, Kathleen". You bid her goodbye without turning to face her, missing how the perplexed woman follows the two of you, stunned when John tags along with an ease she'd found impossible to evoke.

As your back is turned to the woman, you finally spit at her in your mind. Fucking bitch.

You hadn't noticed, but you took your first deep breath in a long time when taking a similar route back to the others as you had previously done to the bar. That was until there was a tug at your hand. 

You slow, twisting your head to look over your shoulder at John, only for him to twirl you around and into his chest before you manage. Some of your drink spill over your fingers, but you don't care about it the second his handsome smile and blue eyes greet you.

"Do you know how much more attractive you just got?" None of the previous tension lace his voice, only a lilt that reflects his lightened expression.

"What?" You ask, a bit dumbfounded, still mentally cursing the woman for how shitty she'd acted. Women empowering women, they say. Not those types of women.

John's eyes flicker over your face before settling to meet your gaze with a smirk. "Haven't seen you this possessive before". Your mouth drops open before you bite your lower one as it curls inwards.

"Don't like someone trying things on you", you mumble, shrugging as you continue. "Especially when they don't show some respect". 

Your eyes widen when you suddenly feel John duck, attaching his mouth to yours. Though he catches you off-guard, you fall into the kiss soon enough, his big hand releasing yours to tilt your face. 

He's warm, overwhelmingly passing the sensation into your body. You feel the last bit of resentment towards the woman leave you as John forces her out of your mind, replacing the mental place she'd occupied with himself.

The bristle of his beard brushing your lower face contrasts with how he gently cups your cheek. His beard oil and cologne fill your nostrils in a blend of something nutty and musky. 

You're putty in his grasp and can't help the silly smile spreading when he nipps your lower lip when pulling back.

"Appreciate it, love", John chuckles, gazing at you with an upwards curve of his mouth. "And the confidence suits you", he adds.

"Need to have some when dating your handsome face". You tap his bearded cheek with your index finger with a cocked head and smile.

"This handsome face only has eyes for one woman". You dip your head with a shake, momentarily needing to escape his intense eyes as his hand falls to the small of your back. His fingers teasingly press into the area. 

"Let's go back to the others". You nod backwards when you raise your head again. John agrees with a nod and a final peck before he guides you towards your table.

"Putting on a show, are you Price?" Kyle greets you with a smug look as you come closer. John only shrugs in return, not bashful about the action but not keen on discussing it. Everyone watches you as you retake your place, sliding into the booth first. John follows soon after, seating himself close enough that his side presses against yours. 

Marissa leans forward, her forearms crossed upon the table. She sends you an amused and knowing look, one you roll your eyes at, understanding the whole table must have followed the spectacle.

Like the smile your friend flashes, Johnny harbours a similar grin as when you'd left. 

"About time ya get someone who acts as yer saviour, Captain". The Scotsman remarks while he nudges his shoulder with yours, giving you a playful wink. This time, John huffs amusedly and you presume it's an inside joke as you catch the low chuckle escaping Ghost and Kyle. 

The comment swung them into a new conversation with countless ribbings. You can't help but shake your head at their antics as you listen to their chatter with your glass in hand. 

Sipping your drink, you melt into the seat, head resting against the shoulder of John's non-dominant side.

It had been a long and, by your standard, stressful day. It had taken a toll on you mentally more than physically. The only downside with not having an ordinary one-to-five, in your opinion. John asking you to tag along to this outing was just what you needed at the end of the day to be able to wind down, aside from one inconvenience.

The timing couldn't be any better as you suddenly feel someone staring. Your eyes sweep over the other occupants of the table before travelling further. You don't need to look for long until you find the source. 

The same woman from earlier sits by the bar, your eyes locking when your attention falls upon her. You raise your brows, huffing more out of pity than annoyance as you take another sip of your drink. 

Holding her stare, you don't hesitate to shift in your seat and cross your leg over your own and John's. You sit slanted towards him now, your leg resting comfortably over his thigh, dangling between his legs.

His response is immediate, his body aligning more towards you as he settles his left hand just above your knee. 

"You get awfully touchy when tryin' to make a point to someone". John whispers as he ducks his head, breath skimming the shell of your ear.

You smile against the rim of your glass, noticing how the woman's face scrunches upon noting your intimate proximity. The reaction is enough to spot from your position. "How'd you know?"

"I'm a soldier. I'm trained to always be attentive to my surroundings", he hums in response, still keeping his head low enough so only you catch his words. "Likewise, to read someone's intentions. Gotten good enough to rival your skill when it comes to you". He humours you with a low chuckle. The rough sound sends a shiver down your spine as your eyes drop to his thumb, which begins a circling motion on your leg. 

Your head tilts upwards, John accommodating by angling his head to catch what you say. "Well, good job, Captain". Your eyes momentarily lock with the women once more as John leans away, shielding your view as he stiffens upon hearing his rank being purred against the shell of his ear. But, you catch the reaction you wanted always, the woman promptly turning away.

Your eyes now meet gaze back at those blues focusing on you keenly.

Yes, John had gotten to know you quite a bit, your ticks and tells. But he indulged you in just as much.

You give him a coy smile and fall back slightly, resting your back against the couch again as you return his gaze.

John levels you with a firm look, hiking your leg slightly higher on his leg, signalling if you continue, this evening will definitely be cut short.

You only smile sweetly at him before you turn your upper body away, engaging yourself in the conversation with the rest. Upon catching his muted sigh, you sip your drink to stop yourself from grinning.

[wisteriaw0rld]

hello! May I request a gn!reader with kamaboko squad + Muichirou with reader wearing a mask which covers their whole face and when they did a face reveal they had no glint of life or soul in their eyes, even when their expression seemed to be happy, I'd like to see their reacting first seeing their eyes :)

Feel free to ignore!

-ˋˏ ༻soulless༺ ˎˊ- kny x reader

||synopsis: even if you have a carefree attitude and an enthusiastic expression to accompany your sweet personality, it doesn’t always mean you’re really happy. With a mask you’re able to hide yourself from exposing you’re true feelings.♡

||additional tags: fluff, headcanon + short oneshot, gn! reader

||character order: kamado tanjiro, agatsuma zenitsu, hashibira inosuke, shinazugawa genya, tokito muichiro

“it all comes down to the sound of our love song.” -Lana Del Rey✰

˚ʚkamado tanjiroɞ˚

♡Tanjiro was always curious as to why you never took off your mask. He simply assumed it was important to you and left it that.

♡he never wanted to pester you into taking your mask off. So being the kind person he is, he didn’t.

♡in fact, he often defended you when others asked you to take off your mask, or tried to take it off themselves.

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Tanjiro sat next to you on the wooden engawa of the butterfly mansion. Since the two of you had gotten injured on a mission together, you were once again forced to undergo shinobu’s painful training.

The garden of the butterfly mansion was nice and peaceful. It was quiet for once considering 

Zenitsu and Inosuke had been inside the estate. The only thing being heard was Tanjiro’s soft and continuous chattering.

You listened intently to him until your eyes and mind drifted off to the plate holding onigiri. 

You were starving, since you had skipped breakfast. And you had been with Tanjiro long enough to be comfortable with taking your mask off. Your hands reached up to your face, carefully taking your mask off and setting it to the side.

Tanjiro moved his head in your direction, only taking the smallest glimpse of you before turning pink and looking away, thinking you didn’t want him looking at you.

It didn’t take long until you noticed Tanjiro awkwardly looking the other way, as if waiting for you to put your mask back on.

“Tanjiro, you could look, it’s okay.” You laughed gently, grabbing the boys attention. The boy, without a second thought, looked over at you. 

His heart fluttered the moment you looked at you. The small pieces of rice around your mouth and your wide smile made his cheeks turn pink. He watched as your eyes opened from the closed eyes smile. 

He immediately noticed your soulless eyes. Despite the happy expression you gave mere seconds ago, your eyes held no happiness.

Tanjiro stayed quiet, making you tilt your head in confusion. “Y/n? Are you … okay?” He ask worriedly while reaching a hand out and cupping your cheek gently.

˚ʚagatsuma zenitsuɞ˚

♡he’s always so tempted to take off your mask. But he knows to respect your boundaries. Even if he’s always clingy.

♡the moment you take off your mask, it takes him a moment or two to realize your empty eyes. But when he does, he unintentionally thinks it’s scary.

♡zenitsu does everything he can do to restore life back into your eyes. He compliments you, gives you gifts, gives you words of affirmation, anything that comes to his mind.

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Zenitsu always brought things back for you when he went on missions. You were used to it but nonetheless you still got flustered every time he did so. 

This time, he managed to come back from the mission with a bouquet of your favorite flowers. A wide smile was on the boys face along with a pink blush. “They smell really nice and I know you love them!” Zenitsu cheered before handing you the flowers. 

Subconsciously, your hands moved to your mask, lifting it off your face. Zenitsu’s eyes widened as he examined your face. He took note of your flushed face and the smile on your plump lips. 

You brought the flowers given to you close to your nose as you sniffed the sweet aroma. Your smile widened slightly as your eyes drifted to Zenitsu, who was completely mesmerized by your looks.

“Y/N, YOU’RE SO CUTE!” Zenitsu ran up to you, pulling you into a hug while non-stop complimenting you. His hands then moved to your shoulders as he pulled away from the hug, now inspecting your features once again.

Only about a minute later he realized your empty eyes. A small but sweet smile on your lips yet your eyes held no emotion. Zenitsu stared at you longer, eyes widened slightly as he stared into your own. 

Suddenly tears began brimming his eyes before he began crying loudly, clinging onto your arm. He didn’t want to alarm you by saying anything that may come off as rude.

“Y/N I’LL MAKE YOU SO SO HAPPY!” He sobbed, making you confused. You gave a sad smile before hugging him gently as he sobbed, repeatedly exclaiming that he loves you.

˚ʚhashibira inosukeɞ˚

♡Inosuke most definitely doesn’t know how to react. And when he does, I can’t guarantee he’s going to be polite or gentleman like about it.

♡unlike the others who don’t mind your mask, Inosuke is beyond curious to see your actual face.

♡but more than anything he wants to snatch your mask and tell you he’s the inventor of wearing masks. The ‘king’ of wearing masks. But hey, what did you except? This is Inosuke we’re talking about.

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You sat peacefully by the river while Inosuke was playing in it, splashing around while you simply watched him with a smile on your face.

Today had been uneventful and you and inosuke still hadn’t received a mission from your kasugai crows. Hell, inosukes crow won’t even approach him.

Inosuke yelled out your name, gaining your attention. The moment you looked over at him you saw a wide smirk on his face and something in his hands. He raised his hand, revealing a ball of mud mixed with small pieces of sticks.

Your eyes widened as the mud ball went flying towards your face. You yelled as the mud ball hit your mask with an aggressive thud. You groaned, knowing you’d have to clean your mask now. The river was right there anyways. 

You stood up, walking to the river. You reluctantly took your mask off, soon after putting it in the river water to wash it off.

Inosuke’s eyes were wide as a finger was pointed at you. He was frozen in place. You looked amazing, although he would never actually say that out loud.

“Good thing you kept your face hidden.”

“HEY!”

The two of you continued on with your bickering for a while. He doesn’t really notice your eyes. When he does, he’s definitely loud about it.

“HEY! WHATS WRONG WITH YOUR EYES!?” He yelled out of blue, inching closer to your face to inspect your eyes. A small blush covered your cheeks at the close proximity between you two.

“Nothings wrong with my eyes..!” You defended yourself although you knew that statement was a lie. Your arms made your way to his chest as you gently pushed him away from you.

“YEAH! SOMETHINGS WRONG WITH YOUR EYES!”

After he learns what it is from asking Tanjiro, he begins thinking any small gesture will make your eyes look less empty. And he definitely gets frustrated when his gifts for you don’t work. Give him time and he’ll soon understand. Hopefully.

˚ʚshinazugawa genyaɞ˚

♡genya, sadly, makes it unintentionally obvious he wants you to take off your mask and show your face.

♡he doesn’t at all make you want to make you feel pressured to take it off.

♡he simply gets really curious. He won’t judge you. He’s too nice for that. Whenever he finds himself getting too curious in taking off your mask, he always stops himself.

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Genya had been staring at you all day. You were used to him glancing at you every once in a while. Although today he wouldn’t take his eyes off of you. Multiple times you assumed there must’ve been something on your face. But there was always nothing.

You questioned the boy multiple times although each time he’d dismiss his behavior and apologize with a bright red face. 

It confused you as you knew he must want something from you. Soon enough, you put two and two together, realizing what he wanted.

While sitting with him outside on a wooden bench, you caught him staring at the straps of your mask. You then caught him looking at your mask intently. 

Throughout the entire day you thought he had been glaring at you. In reality he was only looking at your mask, begging for it to come off.

It made sense. You had known Genya for a long time already. And in all your time of knowing him, you had never once taken off your mask in front of him.

“Genya?” You called out the boys name, breaking his trance.

“Yeah?”

“Do you … want me to take off my mask?” You questioned, already knowing the answer. The boys eyes widened as his cheeks turned a light shade of red. At first he nodded quickly without a second thought. Before pausing.

“O-only if you’re fine with it!” He replied with a more shy nod following his words. You smiled gently before grabbing your mask and pulling it off your face. 

Genya stared shock, the small light red turning into a bright red. Why were you even hiding your face? He couldn’t begin to explain how you looked. Amazing.

You heard Genya mumble a small ‘wow’ which made you laugh softly. Genya’s eyes traveled around your face, studying every aspect. He then looked at your eyes. For a split second he saw nothing wrong with them. Only pure beauty. Until he noticed how there seemed to be a small void there.

He didn’t say anything. He opened his mouth but shut it and quickly stopped himself. He felt a sense of guilt wash over him upon seeing your emotionless eyes. Ever since that day, hugs and hand kisses were all you received from him. Unconditional love. But the guilt he felt never left.

˚ʚtokito muichiroɞ˚

♡muichiro fails to understand why you where a mask. If you tell him the reason or make an excuse, he’ll forget it in five minutes and question once more why you where it.

♡even though he pesters you about it on multiple occasions, he respects your boundaries. That being said he’s never laid a finger on your mask.

♡when you finally take off your mask, Muichiro doesn’t at all take notice of the void in your eyes. After all, he is the same. But him after the Swordsmith village arc? That’s a different story…

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Muichiro had finally returned after his visit to the Swordsmith village. It only took a second for you to realize the happiness in his eyes. The bright spark that you had been missing from your own.

Even his attitude had changed. Once having such an attitude towards you and sometimes making snarky remarks. Now he was clingy. Clingy and loving, not willing to let you go anywhere on your own. It was different to see the once stoic Muichiro have such a carefree attitude now.

Despite regaining memories from his past, Muichiro’s memory problems slightly remained. But he did remember one thing. He had seen you without your mask once. It was on accident as he walked in on you eating. And of course being respectful, he looked away, not knowing if you were ready to show your face.

But he remembered sneaking a glance at you. It was a short-lived one. And he didn’t remember much about your facial features. However be remembered your eyes. Muichiro noticed everyone else had a certain light in there eyes. Something he didn’t have. Then he saw you and realized that your eyes had been the same. He didn’t think much of it. 

He didn’t think much of it until now. He had a better understanding. 

“Y/n. Can you take off your mask?” Muichiro muttered while laying his head on your shoulder as the two of you watched the clouds together. “Only if you want to, of course.” 

You didn’t mind it. You replied with a simple nod before reaching for your mask and pulling it off of you. Muichiro brought his head up, wasting no time to look into your eyes. 

You had a happy expression but your eyes were clearly saying otherwise.

“I’ll make you happy.” You heard him mumble before going back to looking at the clouds, a sad smile on his face. You only tilted your head, having no clue what he was talking about.

But his voice was sweet when he spoke. And that warmed your heart in a nice way.

Taisho Rumor with Tanjiro: you became prone to the Tanjiro affect. After your face reveal, your empty eyes only lasted for a day before becoming bright and loving. That’s Tanjiro working his magic!

Taisho Rumor with Zenitsu: Even though Zenitsu only wants whats best for you and is only trying to make you feel true happiness, he accidentally begins to overwhelm you instead…

Taisho Rumor with Inosuke: He gets really frustrated whenever he see’s your eyes. He doesn’t hate them. He loves them. But he’ll love them even more when “they’ll just cooperate and be happy.”

Taisho Rumor with Genya: Genya has a bad habit of being overly sensitive. And he’s even worse when it comes to you. He worries about your well being too much. So when he saw your eyes, he felt like crying. He was able to hold himself back!

Taisho Rumor with Muichiro: Muichiro most definitely made it his goal to make you happy like how tanjiro made him happy. He won’t give up. So when it comes to making you happy, he’s the fastest to restore you light. Second to Tanjiro, of course.

A/n: you really thought i’d forget my Taisho Rumors🤨 they’re too fun to write. I mentally cant forget abt them…even if no one prob reads them

[queen-of-elves]

Kinktober 2023: Oneshot

Sanji Vinsmoke x f!reader

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

A/N: bit ooc Sanji? At first I had in mind anime!Sanji but it's a bit of personality hybrid between anime and opla,I tried lol also this is my first smut I actually posted and you can NOT change my mind that Sanji is a service bottom

And yes, I am late as always, had no time to proofread it but I did edit as much as I could

A/N2: the lovely pink MDNI banner is from @cafekitsune and I love their work, definitely check them out and give them some love too

+I have some more Sanji fanfics in WIPs

Words:  2,7K

Warnings: unintentional aphrodisiac use, oral (f! receiving), hair pulling? (Sanji receiving tho), overstimulation, fingering, multiple orgasms,

The Strawhat pirates loved adventures and causing trouble while experiencing them but sometimes their adventures turned into a life or death situation quite easily. It was actually more common than most would think. And that brings us to the situation at hand, all of you running away from what at first seemed like a fun little island which turned out to be home to man eating plants around the size of Thousand Sunny. 

In the end, when everyone boarded the ship and you were far away from the cursed island, you all had to agree on one thing, the stop was much needed. The crew had been on the sea for some time now and the supplies you got from the last town were stretching thin, it had little to do with your long journey, the fault lied with your captain and his midnight raids on the kitchen. But thanks to the island you were now happy to be as far from as you could get, all of you had enough to eat for at least a month, well, according to Sanji, who was not only in charge of the kitchen but also of its protection from your gluttony of a captain.

Speaking of Sanji, you always had a thing for the handsome chef, even though you knew of his habit of flirting with every woman he saw. There was just something about him that didn’t let you sleep at night. One of your favorite activities involving the cook was watching him create various wonderful dishes for the whole crew.

And whatever he was cooking now was smelling delicious, the smell filling the corridors leading to the kitchen, Sanji’s kingdom itself. The whole kitchen smelled of herbs you could not recognize, similar to rosemary but not quite, you of course knew no matter with what Sanji works, he always makes the best dish out of it. And there it was, in a tall metal cooking pot was  the source of the delicious smell, a rich stew full of potatoes and tasty looking meat. You were sure Sanji wouldn’t mind if you had a spoonful before he was done with dinner. 

“You can be the first to taste my new dish if you want.” Oh, speaking of the handsome devil. Turning around you were greeted with quite the sight. The blond cook was casually leaning on the doorframe watching you with a smirk.

“So, I will be the first one to get poisoned from those strange herbs?”

“Oh, you hurt my heart, sweetness. You know I wouldn’t want to poison your or our captain.”

“I don’t think Luffy can get poisoned from anything at this point and anyway, we're talking about your cooking, there is like zero percent chance that it would happen.”

“Well aren’t you sweet. Would you then do me the honor and try my new dish, please sweetheart?” The blond seemed pretty adamant about you trying his dish and since there was no escaping his pleads you decided to grant his wish. After all, you, yourself were already itching to have a taste yourself.

“Of course.” You could clearly tell that Sanji was trying to act nonchalant about the whole thing but was eagerly waiting to see your reaction upon eating the dish.

Holding up a plate so you wouldn’t let even drop escape onto the kitchen counter, you took one of the spoons that sat on it.

“Oh, that’s my-” Sanji didn’t even get to finish before you already put the spoon with the broth in your mouth. “I don’t mind.” Your words seemed to resonate with him and by the look of it had a particular effect considering the bloody nose he was trying to hide. For some reason reactions like this, especially from the pretty cook, seemed to boost your confidence quite a bit. It felt nice to know you had such an effect on him, even though most ladies did too.

A moan ripped out of your throat, the broth was rich, the little bit of meat you were able to fish out onto the small spoon was smooth and just right on the fatty side. He did it once again, created something absolutely sense shattering out of almost nothing. Day and night you were proud of Luffy for getting such a capable cook on his crew just so you could selfishly eat only the best dishes in the world.

There was something different about this whole feeling though, you felt warm but not in the sense you usually did with his food. Sanji was capable of making dishes that would decimate the cold stuck to the crew’s bones after every winter striked island. However the warmth you felt soon turned into a flame in your lower belly.

“Is it good?” The cook was still anticipating any kind of review, a compliment maybe, with a shy smile, he was unsuccessfully trying to hide.

“Yeah-,” you were breathless, struggling to comprehend what was happening but you still moved closer to the young cook, “could I get-?” You motioned to the still bubbling pot, the plate and spoon held up for Sanji to take from you.

“Yeah, of course.” He smoothly took the plate and spoon from your hands and in one swift motion filled the plate for you. “I mean, dinner is soon but-” he held the plate for you to take again “, anything for you, sweetheart.”

His words woke up something in you, the flame turning into a blaze in you. This was starting to be embarrassing the more apparent was your state to him but still you tried to hide it. You knew you couldn’t take the plate from him, your hands were too shaky and sweaty, you were afraid the plate would fall to the ground the moment it left his hand. 

Speaking of his hand, had you always been so fascinated with it as much as you were now? You couldn’t help but trace each vein, his strong grip on the white ceramic or the ring he always wore with your eyes. The moment you started shamelessly and openly pant, lapping on the air around you, you knew the illusion of nothing happening was shattered.

 “I feel hot.” Your gaze started to fog over, still you could recognize Sanji’s confused expression. For a moment he stared embarrassed at your face before he turned back to the pot muttering something about spices and if it’s still cooking.

“Is it that spicy? Maybe the herbs contain too much capsaicin.” He was huffing under his breath, angry at himself for serving you something that was not completely perfect. He was sure he tasted it before letting it boil a bit, he was waiting for the taste of each ingredient to combine. However, he truly did not anticipate such a change in flavor, especially such a drastic one.

“No.” There was a certain weight on your chest and drops of sweat started to appear on your skin. But then you finally recognized the feeling.  “That’s not it.” You couldn’t help but clench your thighs together, the feeling too strong to ignore. It was lust all along.

The atmosphere in the kitchen was thick, you knew Sanji saw right through you the way he stared so shamelessly at your chest before quickly looking up at your face. His embarrassment from his failure to deliver tasty dish soon too turned into something completely different.

“It's your problem too, you caused it!” The heat was spreading now, the tips of your fingers were tingling and your head felt like you were standing in a fog. The feeling was overwhelming you, almost paralyzing your brain. Simple thoughts were starting to be hard to produce.

“So do something about it.” It was also starting to be difficult to speak, to think at all and those words were the only thing you could muster enough power to say. You muttered them under your breath anyway. 

“Wha-what?” His eyes, previously and again stuck on your heaving chest, finally met yours, widening at the realization of what you meant. 

“Ok-okay.”

You never thought you would get into such a situation, especially with the cook. It was not like you didn’t find him attractive, he was. Blond shiny hair, muscular back and strong hands, there was nothing you wouldn’t like. You liked him too much on some occasions, just like this one. 

Your throbbing heat was met with another rough thrust of his tongue interrupting your train of thoughts. You could already feel the bruises forming from the way his hands were gripping your hips, where his long fingers were holding you still. The only clothing still on you was your shirt, pushed over your chest with bra already missing, and pants still holding on to the ankle of your right leg, otherwise you were completely bare for the world to see.

Sanji was all over you, he was everywhere. His hot kisses were still present on your skin even with his mouth already preoccupied with your pussy. Your skin sweaty, beads of it rolling down into the now wet sheets, but there was no thought in your head of the uncomfortable feeling of the bed sheets sticking to your skin. 

Your white shirt was pushed up over your breasts, giving Sanji the perfect view he could ever ask for. Seeing your hard nipples and tasting you was heaven on earth for him. Pulling on his hair to the point you were sure you would rip some but you couldn’t stop, he made you feel too good, your next orgasm was quickly approaching. His hands slowly traveled from your bruised hips to now the globes of your ass, gripping between it and halfway on the way to your thighs. He squeezed your skin once again, enjoying the moan it ripped from your throat, he could only smirk.

He could feel your release coming, your walls tightening, pushing his tongue out but he was going to win this battle. Spasm over took your body, squeal leaving your throat. The overstimulation was too much for your body but too little for what was happening to you, you needed more. 

”I got you, don’t worry, sweetheart.” His tongue dived deeper than before, continuing his ministration of your insides. His motion slowly released tension from your muscles until the next spasm hit you again.

Panting, the words you had on your tongue slipped away into darkness. There was no thought in your head and if there was, it was all about how the young cook was making you feel good and how needy you were for the next release. You were completely gone, moaning, squirming wreck in painful ecstasy. Sanji made you see stars just with his mouth. 

There was an intense stare, unmoving from your face that was full of pleasure, he couldn’t simply look away from you. And then you saw it, his own face wrinkled in pleasure. The only thing the young cook needed for his own lust to explode was your own pleasure and you loved it.

But he was not done with you and so was not your body. The moment you came down from your high the heat was already spreading out again, the never ending cycle continued and you begged for another touch from him. 

“More, Sanji-” another moan ripped from your throat when he pushed you thighs over his shoulders, sinking right back into your cunt, devouring you again”- more!” He wanted to bring you close again but his jaw was getting tired. He needed to rethink his approach so he would be able to give you as much pleasure as possible without getting tired too quickly.

“Can I-?” You knew what he meant, you could feel his finger tracing your outer lips, gathering all the slick it could. Your legs pushed even higher, your pants finally slipping from your right foot on to the ground. Slowly pushing one of his fingers in, he moved his mouth to your clit, giving it attention it deserved. 

This was the feeling you needed to graduate your state, to get closer to another release faster. The motion of his finger pushing in and out was increasing in its speed before Sanji slowed down again, earning him another tug on his hair and displeasing grunt from your lips. But it all had a reason, Sanji made sure to kiss your clit before slowly pushing another finger into you. Carefully stretching you out with two fingers he moved his attention back to your clit. One kiss turned into small licks before his mouth was attached to it again, vigorously sucking while he started to pump his fingers into you with no mercy. He could feel your velvet walls tightening once more, almost sucking him in before another loud shout escaped your lips and your body started to tremble.

The young man had to stop for a moment, the white ring that formed around his fingers that were plunging into your cunt completely hypnotized him. Not wholly aware he curled his fingers inside making you squeeze him even harder, another orgasm approaching fast. If heaven exists, Sanji was sure this was his, this was his holy paradise and if it weren’t for the tears, which he was sure was not entirely from how good he made you feel, he would wish for this to never end. But you were in pain and there was no place in Sanji’s world where he would overlook it for his own pleasure.

He already drew two orgasms from you but the ache in your lower belly was not ending. At this point you were sure you were going to die. You were going to die like this writhing sweaty and moaning mess this gorgeous man made you. It’s like he was made to give you pleasure, to make you feel good. Sanji knew exactly where to touch you to weaken the pain in your core. 

With each orgasm given to you, you would think the ache would be substituted only with pleasure. However, there was no exchange, your body still whined for touch, his touch. You couldn’t move, all your energy was drained in the process of your satisfaction. And even though your limbs turned into jelly at least your thoughts started to finally clear with the last silent scream he could push from you. You had enough energy only for the silent scream, the air already left your lungs, leaving you panting once again. However, there is something delicious building up in your belly, toe curling and brain scraping feeling and if your mind could still function you would know this was the big climax and the end to your suffering and pleasure.

One last push just mere seconds later from the end of your last high resulted into another one. This time you were completely spent, exhaustion slowly overtaking you, still you couldn’t help but smile at Sanji who was giving you adoring looks from between his now messy stuck in eyes hair. If it was not the feeling you experienced this evening that you would remember forever, it would definitely be the sight of Sanji on his knees between your legs. 

Soon it was too hard to stay awake, even though you wanted to. You wanted to stare at Sanji while he slowly got up and went for something to clean you up with, you wanted to stare at his blush painted cheeks and sweat stained hair now sticking to his forehead or the way his dress shirt cling to his sweaty chest but your eyes soon shut completely, just like you shut down the world around you and welcomed the needed sleep.

But if you did stay awake you would know how he slowly cleaned you up before pulling the covers over your exhausted self and if you stayed awake even longer it wouldn’t be only your subconscious deciding to catch his hand before he left, tugging at him as if you wanted him to hold you in your sleep. And for one moment Sanji was selfish and did so, he crawled under the covers next to you, wrapping his arms around you and holding you like the most precious treasure. He knew, in the morning he would confess his undying love to you anyway.

Thank you for reading. :)

Bonus??: Sanji didn’t mind he was still painfully hard, from all he had witnessed and done, all it mattered to his stupid mind was that your lust was extinguished for the moment and nothing could change his mind.

Well, maybe except for your slick stained panties laying on the floor right in his line of sight while he was blessed with holding you in his arms.

[crazyyluvr]

hi. same anon from the mreader appreciation thing. if ur comfy with doing it, a part 2 for the james fic? or anything more with gn and mreader honestly,,, only if ur inspired to do it though, i know pt2's can be boring to do sometimes 😥 anyways you dont have to lol. i just like ur writing

I Think James Likes Beaters!

pairing: james potter x male!ravenclaw!reader

summary: James can’t get over his new crush when he has a Quidditch game against Ravenclaw — with you as their new Beater.

genre: fluff fluff

wc: 2.1k

content: reader is a Beater (sorry I'm a sucker for Beaters), quidditch game, he/him reader, James is down bad and very gay, flirting

note: thank you for requesting anon, and i'm glad you like my writing!! i hope you enjoy this oneshot <33 part 2 of this, but can be read separately if you want to

oneshot under the cut :: not edited

Life in Hogwarts is always full of unexpected twists and turns, both in academic and social life. They tend to make the students feel stressed and demotivated, feelings that are much more common in the older students as their requirements and tests fire one after the other.

But what can distract them from the stress and schoolwork better than Quidditch?

Whether the students of Hogwarts play Quidditch or are just familiar with the sport, most of them use the inter-house Quidditch matches to scream their hearts out, pouring all the academic frustration out with it.

And besides, it was also the perfect opportunity for both girls and boys alike to find new people to crush on.

This was one of the things James Potter lived for. He lived for the cheers of his house as he scored a point as one of their Chasers, the swooning of the ladies when he'd smirk at them as he flew by.

Now, one more thing slithered into the list.

You.

Today was the day of his match against Ravenclaw, and he was anxious to see you in the stands. Although you would most probably be cheering for your own house, he knew that you just being there would motivate him to do better in the game and hopefully impress you (perks of having a crush I suppose).

If only you would just support him...

"Prongs, you're staring again," Remus prompted, James's gaze turning away from you to look at his friend. He hadn't even realized that he spaced out while looking at you, not that you noticed anyway. You were too busy laughing with your friends.

You looked even more handsome when you laughed.

Sirius sighed, shaking his head with a teasing grin. "With how obvious you're being, you might as well be carrying a big 'I LIKE YOU!' sign over your head."

"Oh piss off Pads," James rolled his eyes, stealing one more glance at you before focusing back on his plate of toast and bacon.

"Do you think he'll watch the match?" James asked his friends. You most probably would, but he didn't know enough about you to be sure. Did you like Quidditch? Did you play? Were you interested enough in the sport or supportive enough of your team to want to watch the match?"

Peter Pettigrew shrugged, swallowing his toast before sharing his thoughts. "I never really noticed him in our other matches against Ravenclaw, but I think he will."

"Whether or not he'll focus on you is the real question," Sirius said, making his voice lower to make himself sound more "mysterious."

Remus flicked the back of Sirius's hand, making the boy overdramatically whine in pain, before turning to the messy-haired boy. "Don't overthink it, James. I'm sure he'll be there, and I'm sure that he'll look at you during the match."

"How can you be so sure?" James asked, his voice sounding desperate.

Remus looked beyond James and smiled before looking back at him. "Because he's looking at you right now."

James immediately twisted his body despite the flare of pain at the sudden movement, hopeful to catch your eye, and he did. You smiled and gave him a small wave. It was a simple gesture, but enough to make James grin giddily and return the wave enthusiastically.

He turned back to hide his pink cheeks, the smile still plastered on his face. His friends snorted at his lovesick expression.

"What?" He demanded, the smile fading but the tinted cheeks remaining.

"You're bad down, mate," Sirius sniggered, clapping him behind the back harshly as if congratulating him. "You better not play bad later."

James scoffed at the mere suggestion that he would have a bad performance, especially with you in the crowd. "Like hell I will."

He was too busy messing around with his friends to notice your lingering gaze at the back of his head.

—————

After giving his team his motivating speech as Quidditch Captain ("Beaters, hit hard. Chasers, score and don't fall off brooms. Keeper, whack the Quaffle away. Seeker, try not to die. Ready? Ready."), James led his team out of their tent, squinting a little at the bright sun glaring down at them.

At least this Saturday's a sunny one, James thought. I can see him better now... I hope...

Ravenclaw took their time in leaving their tent. The Gryffindors were already in a line when they finally showed up, all of them walking with surety in their steps. In the previous matches that James would have against their team, they never looked that confident.

"What's got your head held high, Harlow?" James asked the Ravenclaw Captain Eliah Harlow. "Your replacement Beater any good?"

Their old Beater got into an accident during practice (he forgot to swing when the Bludger was coming right at him), and he was still in recovery at the school's hospital wing. From what James heard, they found a last-minute replacement just this morning.

The captain grinned. "Indeed he is. Best we've ever had."

James raised an eyebrow at that, intrigued. Who was this new Beater, and how good is he to be able to pick up a team's morale?

He looked through the lineup, but he couldn't see any new face. Some Ravenclaw players were freakishly tall, so maybe he was hidden behind them.

"Captains, shake hands," Madame Hooch said, the two boys slapping their hands together and having a short grip contest before they both pulled away at the same time.

“Players, mount your brooms,” The referee said, making the players swing their legs over their rides. “Kick off on my whistle.”

Tweet!

James kicked himself off the ground as hard as he could, sending a few specks of dirt away as he flew up in the air.

His team worked like clockwork; their Seeker getting out of the playing field to survey the place from sides; Sirius whacking the Bludger with his signature intensity; and of course, his fellow Chasers following him as they met the opposing team's defense.

He caught the Quaffle from one of his teammates and zoomed towards one of Ravenclaw’s rings to score.

He heard the whistle of the air and turned to his left to look at the source. His eyes widened when he saw the Bludger coming right after him at an alarming rate.

It’s the damn new Ravenclaw Beater, isn’t it?

James dove, narrowly avoiding the Bludger and throwing the ball in his hands into the middle ring, causing Gryffindor to erupt in cheers at the gained point. He looked around for the new Beater that seemed to have taken a liking to him as their new target. He saw no new face around him.

Until he heard a faint laugh from behind him and a faint thwack.

Shit.

James threw once glance behind him to confirm his thoughts, and sure enough, a Bludger was barreling towards him — again.

He also saw the face of the new Beater.

You.

The only thought coursing through his brain as he sped up on his broom was that you had a hell of a swing.

He made a sharp right turn, making the Bludger almost hit the bystanders on the stands. This gave him the opportunity to make eye contact with you. You had a big grin on your face, one hand on the bat leaning on your shoulder, and the other one on the sleek handle of your broom.

Holy shit he looks so hot.

“Watch yourself, James!” You called, your voice gleeful. “You might just get knocked off your broom if you aren’t careful!”

James couldn’t help but laugh in response, veering away from you to play defense with his teammates — and to hide his flaming cheeks from your view.

“Seeker, find the damn Snitch!” He roared at his Seeker, who was barely flying around. He immediately started moving again after getting shouted at by his Captain.

And then, he spotted it and made a great dive. The Ravenclaw Seeker followed suit, tailing Gryffindor.

“It seems both Seekers have caught sight of the Snitch!” the commentator said. “But who will get to it first?!”

James maneuvered around the Chasers, passing by Sirius who cheered him on as he batted the Bludger away from him again.

“Gryffindor gets close to the Snitch!”

James focused on his own part of the game, Quaffle in his hand again as he swerved around the Ravenclaw Chasers as gracefully as he could.

Thwack!

He looked around, his previous encounters with you making him antsy about the big black ball that you always seem to hit towards him.

But the Bludger wasn’t aimed at him this time. It was barreling straight towards their Seeker, just grazing the space between their outstretched fingers and the small golden ball.

Instinctively, the Seeker pulled his broom up to avoid the collision with the Bludger that was never really going to happen. Ravenclaw took the opportunity to surge forward and secure the Snitch in their grasp.

“Ravenclaw has the Snitch! The game is over with them as our winner!”

The blue side of the stands erupted with cheers. The Ravenclaw team flew towards each other, congratulating their Seeker and shouting victoriously.

James sighed. Although normally after a lost Quidditch match, he’d be in fumes, but he couldn’t bring himself to act upon anger that wasn’t present in the first place. He felt strangely satisfied with the match — they didn’t lose by that many points, and you looking so beautiful during the game was enough to satisfy him.

Sirius flew towards him, Beater’s bat limp in his hand. He used his free one to pat James in the back consolingly. “We’ll get 'em next time Prongs.”

"Yeah..." He looked over to the celebrating Ravenclaw team, catching a glimpse of your victorious grin as you praised your teammates for their performance. "We will."

—————

James stepped out of the shower, a towel around his neck as he rubbed the excess water out of his hair. He was on his own, since Sirius normally went straight to the Great Hall after matches to eat, and James liked to take his time with his shower.

So he was fine with being alone.

Until he saw that he wasn't alone.

James stopped in his tracks when he saw your bare back facing him as you busied yourself with the contents of a locker.

You must have heard him, since you turned around and smiled slightly. "Hey. Good game today."

Shirtless. Shirtless man. What the fuck, how is he able to hide that FIGURE??????

James cleared his throat. "Yeah, uh — you too. I didn't expect you to be a Beater."

You chuckled, turning back to your locker to fix the stuff inside. "I wasn't a Beater until today, actually. Just filling in as a favor to Carter. He said he doesn't trust anyone else with his empty position."

"You did good for a new Beater, though. Really good." James nodded as he spoke despite you not seeing him.

Thank goodness. He felt like his face was going to implode with how warm it felt.

If you didn't put on a shirt any time soon, he might actually faint.

It was as if you heard his prayers. You took out a big shirt and put it on, hiding your body underneath cloth once more. Now James didn't know if he really wanted that to happen.

You turned around, your other clothes gathered in your hands. "You would have won, you know."

James tilted his head, confusion overpowering his flusteredness a little bit. "Sorry?"

"You would have won the game," you repeated. "You gathered a lot of points for your team through the Quaffle. If you went on any longer, us catching the Snitch wouldn't have gathered enough points to win."

You smiled, eyes softening as you continued to hold James's gaze. "You did really well today. I'm proud of you."

James felt his heart stutter in his chest.

You let out an amused huff at his shocked reaction. You walked past him, not without patting his shoulder. It was a gesture that was normally a small one, but the gentleness and the honesty it had was enough to pause the rotation of James's world for a splitsecond.

"Eat up tonight. You deserve it." You gave him another smile, one as soft as your gaze.

You let go of his shoulder, continuing your trek out of the tent, but you called over your shoulder before you left. "Go to Hogsmeade with me next week. My treat."

You disappeared without waiting for his reply.

James turned, staring at where you were moments before. Your words just processed in his head, enabling a giddy grin to form on his face.

"Was that... a date? Did he just ask me out on a date??????"

He was lucky he was alone in the lockers. No one had to go deaf from his cheers as he won his own personal victory that day.

A date with you.

And boy did that end well.

[muzzlemouths]

Part 1 of a oneshot based on @juicyyyboxxx's Valentine's Day art because it's lived in my head for months. so if this breaks your heart you have them to blame 💕

WC: 1400

The rejection is familiar. It bites like teeth on flesh, a deep and aching bruise, unseen, it offers no catharsis without the bitter taste of crimson beneath. Circuits sting and spark under plates of cold metal and a heart that tick tick ticks to a pre-programmed pulse. Alive by electric veins, each breath is painfully artificial. That's why they always leave, isn't it?

How silly it is to think this time might be different. Yes, silly, that’s what they always tell him. What a silly robot, with silly little feelings he himself doesn’t understand and a silly heart that goes 01100010 01100101 01100001 01110100 (beat) 01100010 01100101 01100001 01110100 (beat) 01100010 01100101 01100001 01110100 (beat).

He is exhausted by its rhythm. Disheartened each time a scraped knee leaks oil and not blood. It didn’t use to be this way, of course. This dysphoria of sorts is recent — a development which stems from not one rejection, not two, but a number that can’t be contained when counting on both hands. He is made to watch, not to keep. The children come and go. Their parents, too. His coworkers find him endearing, charming, amusing, silly silly silly silly silly.

But not worth staying for.

He tries writing letters, assuming (hoping) that it is his voice or maybe his face which scares them away. Maybe he can’t find the right words, and his hesitance is too ugly to bear. Maybe it’s a matter of not saying the right things, or not saying enough of them. Writing it down will fix this, he thinks, and so he gets to work.

The first letter isn’t good. No, no, it isn’t good at all. He tries it again. This one isn’t much better. That’s okay! He has plenty of paper, see, and all the time in the world to get this right.

Time swims through scribbled ink, his hours punctuated with each shake of his head and the crunching of paper, forced into a ball and tossed over the shoulder to be discarded at a later time. It’s terribly messy and goes against his very coding, but then again, so does this beating heart of his. So do these feelings.

It’s a bug, he thinks. A sickness. There must be something wrong with him, surely. He can’t think of another reason for this madness. There are butterflies where his wires ought to be, a warmth in his chest that no amount of fans can reckon with. He feels so strongly about this. About you. And this time, the letter is perfect.

It has to be.

If it results in that familiar sting once more, well, he doesn’t think he will have the strength to try again.

He spots your orange sneakers from across the room and makes towards them like a bee, high on hope, catching you by your name just as you reach the exit doors. Your heel turns to question him, and your smile is thin. Polite. You want to clock out and be home, already.

The paper in Sun’s hands is folded neatly, basic printer white. The adhesive of a red heart sticker keeps the letter in place. His fingers tap-tap-tap against it for one anxious minute before he works up the courage to hand it over.

“Seeing as it’s Valentine’s Day, a-and everything,” he sputters, “I thought– well, why don’t you just give it a look?”

For all the opinions Moon had to share over the hours that the letter was being written, he is decidedly quiet now, of all times, when his voice and companionship is arguably needed most. There is a shared stillness to the room that is perfect as much as it is daunting as the letter is extended.

His gears tense like a held breath when you raise an eyebrow in his direction. You take it with the patience one might expect from any other retail worker; which is to say, too much. Your breezy attitude has him fidgeting with twice the enthusiasm, and the reasoning behind his restlessness is lost on you.

A confession lies between folded paper, unbeknownst to you, ready to be heard if you will humor him and listen. Your eyes return to the letter with an inquisitive hum.

Taking little care in preserving it, you break his heart.

Sun watches on with quiet resolve as the sticker is ripped in two, and the paper unfolded. He dares not move or utter a word as your eyes look over the small poem written in crayola purple. Short and sweet, with the intention of making his feelings for you known without it becoming too cheesy, he thinks it gets the job done well enough. His best letter yet! This assumption is further bolstered when your mouth upturns into a lopsided smile, but he can’t quite read your face.

Then comes the laughter.

Short, curt, a quick exhale through your nostrils more than anything else, as though he’s just told a joke that you found particularly–

“Oh, Sun…”

The letter is returned to him with that same humoring expression on your face, and it is here where he realizes that the look in your eyes isn’t returned affection at all. It’s pity.

“This is very sweet,” you insist, nudging the paper forward a second time when he doesn’t immediately take it back, “but it’s not like that between us, right? I mean, we’re friends, but…you didn’t seriously think this would work out, did you?” Another laugh, and this one stings. “Don’t be silly.”

There is an echo of understanding between his code. Your words don’t offer him the kindness of sinking in slow, rather, they cascade through his audio processors like a slap to the face, one after the other.

There it is again. Silly, silly, silly. Yes, indeed, how silly it was of him to think he could ever be anything more than a hunk of metal in human clothes, pretending to be something he’s not. At the end of it all, it’s not his face, or his voice, or the words he is too scared to say. It’s him. Silly, silly him.

And he is not something that can be fixed with crayon words and sticker hearts.

“…Sun?”

“Of course!” He abruptly straightens with a vocal tick of metal on metal, swiping the letter from your hands as if it burned you. “Of course I wasn’t being serious,” he continues, “it was a joke — a joke! You know me, silly ol’ Sunny. Just thought I’d give you a laugh before you went home for the night, is all!”

Printer paper white folds neatly over shaking hands. You might have questioned it were you not in so much of a hurry to get home, but as it stands you have more important things to get to, and a subtle tremor isn’t too out of the ordinary for the animatronic, anyway. Old wires, if you had to guess. The company really ought to get that fixed.

“Good one,” you say, a third and final laugh spilling between your grimace. “Well, I should get out of here. Thanks for helping out today.” Your eyes flicker towards the exit, then back, again, to where he waits like a statue, unmoving and with that same ever-constant expression staring back. “See you tomorrow?”

Something clicks and buffers in his voicebox as he realizes you’re waiting for an answer, a thousand responses readying themselves between the silence, questions he’s never dared to ask. How is any of this fair? Is it in vain, all these hours and days and years spent toiling with words that go no where, and feelings he isn’t allowed to have? To run his circuits ragged chasing after a heart he can’t keep? Am I better off alone, he wonders.

“See you tomorrow!” He says instead.

You can’t help but feel a twinge of guilt rising in your chest as the door clicks shut behind you. He sounded so genuine, you might have actually believed it if he were in any way built to host those kinds of emotions. You assume that he’s just mimicking them, instead. Putting on a show like he used to do before the daycare became his new objective. And yet, the idea of an animatronic truly feeling anything in the way of love makes you smile just a little as you head for the parking lot.

“…What a silly robot.”

[greetingfromthedead]

Plantheat (Vash x F!Reader)

Plot: About once a year Vash's heat rolls around and while he is worried about the position it puts you in, you enjoy all the positions.

Series: None (oneshot)

Pairing: Vash x F!Reader

Raiting: NSFW!! 18+!! R!! Explicit!! Minors DNI

Tags: no use of y/n, plantheat, rutting, pwp, smut, light BDSM, mention of breeding kink, cum kink ig, hand job, blowjob, p in v sex, joyous use of a couch, copious amount of... cum, rough sex, aphrodisiac, some spanking, blushing Vash → rutting Vash

Word count: 4.3k

Author's Note: If you know me or my other work... no you don't. Idk where this came from and it has already been revised... it was worse.

Vash has been avoiding your gaze all morning, generally curling up in bed and pulling the blanket over his head. He insists he is feeling sick, but you suspect it's something quite a bit different. You go along with his behavior, only giving him a peck on the cheek from behind before you get out of bed again.

"I will bring you something to eat; surely that will make you feel better," you say from the door.

"Thank you, love, but I am not hungry. I'll just go take a shower." His muffled voice sounds from underneath layers of fabric. This answer confirms your suspicions, and you leave for the kitchen. There are only a few reasons your man would refuse food, and being sick isn't one of them.

You eat your late breakfast as you see him slinking out of the bedroom and into the bathroom next door. He held a bundle of towels, and the sweet smell following him leaves no room for doubt about what is really going on. You take a deep whiff and lick your lips, savoring the scent. You can finish your plate and clean up in the time it takes him to shower. He usually refuses to waste that much water, but the grunts you hear through the door reveal he is doing more than just washing.

You bite your lip, wanting to go in there, but stop yourself. Every time he tries to hide his heat, and each time he fails, yet seeing him struggle with it in the beginning always amuses you. So instead, you settle in on the couch, where you have a great view of the bathroom door. From the suppressed noises, you assume he jerked himself off at least twice, surely hoping to put off the effects of his time of the year. You try to think back to the last time, and it seems like it hasn't been quite a year yet, but you aren't complaining. Vash might think he puts you in an awful position with his unquenchable need that arises during this time, but actually you quite enjoy all the positions you end up finding yourself in.

He finally exits the room, a large fluffy towel around his waist and a smaller one on his shoulders, catching the water droplets from his hair. His scarred and augmented chest is on full display, and you admire his broad shoulders. His body is a marvel to you, and even on a regular day, a sight like this makes your mouth water.

"Hello, my eyes are up here!" Vash tries to crack a joke, and one of his hands goes to scratch the back of his neck.

"I know. But I am not looking at them right now," you tease. "Come closer and let me get a better look. Do a spin while you're at it."

You see a reddish hue flush over his chest and neck while he walks closer to you. You can tell he's a bit nervous, but he obliges and does a slow turn, giving you a full view.

"Happy? I should go back to bed." He sounds very awkward, as he avoids looking straight at you and instead gazes at the bedroom door. With him came the same sweet smell as before, and it makes you painfully aware of the yearning in your belly, a desire to spread your legs right away. The smell alone is enough to turn you on, but tasting him would spell the end of your little game.

"Later. You took such a long shower; surely you feel a bit better now." You keep a careful eye on him as you speak. "You're all wet still; I'm surprised you're not shivering. Come here; I'll help you."

You reach out and tug gently on the towel wrapped around his waist. He obliges, but the blush is deepening on his face. He glances down at you as you place your hand on his stomach, wiping some droplets onto your thumb before sticking it in your mouth. You suck your finger dry and see his eyes widening.

"What? You used a lot of water; let's not waste any more." You say with a grin and pull him closer to run your lips over his skin, kissing away the wetness. You can feel his heart racing under your touch, and the maddening smell intensifies.

"Darling, I should..." A shudder runs through his body. "Go to bed."

"Don't you like it?" You run your tongue over the curves and valleys of his muscles, your hands firmly holding on to his hips.

"Oh, you know I do. It's just that…" He sounds breathless, and the crimson of his cheeks is accompanied by a pleading look in his eyes.

"You want to fuck my brains out." You finish his sentence with a smirk and pull away a bit to see him better.

"Yes. Yes, I do," he admits with a guilty look in his eyes.

"Why don't you?" You look at his face as his expression shifts from one microscopic emotion to the next. You don't actually need him to answer; you know his reasoning from the years before.

"I don't want you to feel used. I don't want to hurt you. I know it can get… intense," he swallows, and you pull the edge of his towel until it falls down. "And what if you get pregnant?"

"What if? Come on, daddy, don't worry about that." You say with a sultry voice, "Go on, give it your best shot."

"Don't say that," he exhales, and you can tell it gets harder and harder for him to keep his composure.

"Why not?" you smirk as your one hand wraps around his half flaccid cock, feeling it twitch at your touch. You let it slide through your loose grip until you reach the tip, your thumb rubbing against the sensitive spot, smearing the large glob of pre-cum that had already formed there.

"I can't resist you." He studders slightly and reaches out his hand to touch your cheek. "I want you. I want you so badly."

You feel a rush of desire wash over you as his words send shivers down your spine. You lean in closer to kiss his dry shaft, your fingers twisting just below the tip, causing him to let out a soft moan of pleasure.

"I'm right here," you say, barely pulling your lips away from his skin as you look up. "Use me. Any way you want. Any way you need."

He bites his lips hard, the redness not leaving his face as he meets your gaze. He watches you trace your lips along his length as your hand starts to move back and forth. Sloppier kisses leave plenty of spit behind for your hand to glide smoothly. As he is fully erect, the tip leaks with his arousal, providing plenty of lubrication. His eyes never leave yours as you continue to stroke him, his breath quickening with each movement. You are careful not to taste any of him, pulling away and instead adding your other hand to the mix.

His body leans back in pleasure as you increase the intensity. He arches his back and lets out a slight moan as he enjoys your touch. One hand strokes along the length while the other twists around the tip. He closes his eyes and loses himself in the sensation. The sweet smell of his aphrodisiac fills the air, and your whole body longs for it. You feel your own arousal growing stronger with each passing moment, the wetness collecting between your legs. You use your semi-clear head to tease him a bit longer; you know his quirks and know the best ways to build him up. You know exactly how to push his buttons and make him lose control, and with his especially short fuse today, you enjoy this while you can. His moans get louder and less guarded. It gives you massive satisfaction to hear him like that, seeing his muscles ripple as his body is overtaken by pleasure. He's putty in your hands, completely at your mercy. It does not take long to get him to his edge, only to lessen the stimulation and deny his orgasm. His eyes shoot at you again as you grin.

"Oh no, no, you don't get to simply torture me." Vash says, and there is an edge to his voice; the heat is taking him over, revealing his more primal and wild sides. "I won't let you have all the fun."

His left hand grips your jaw, and his right one grabs the back of your head, entangling his fingers in your hair as he pulls your head back. You can only guess that if you weren't still holding his cock tightly, he would have crashed into you for a fierce kiss, but this is not what happens. As you look up with your mouth pried open, he rolls his mouth and parts his lips to let some spit drip off the tip of his tongue. It lands on yours, and the aphrodisiac immediately fills your senses. You feel a surge of desire rush through your body. You want more. You need more.

He looks satisfied as your hungry gaze moves back on his dick. You feel ravenous for more and desperate to taste the sweetness again. Desperate to pull the pleasure from his body. You lick the fingers of one of your hands, savoring the remnants of his essence that still linger on your skin, but it is not enough. Sticking out our tongue, you place his tip on it, collecting the constantly leaking pre-cum that's a hint of what's still to come. You can't wait to have him inside you, filling you up completely, but for now, you want to taste him in the back of your throat. The desire grows, and the heat in your belly rises with each passing second. He has opened the floodgates, and you're sure you've soaked through more than just your underwear.

Hungrily, you start sucking on him while both your hands busy themselves with stimulating the rest of his cock. His hand, holding on to your hair, tightens, urging you on even as you gag on him. Your head is flooded with nothing but the desire to become his personal cum dump. The intensity of the moment consumes you, and you find yourself lost in the pleasure of submission. His moans of pleasure only fuel your own arousal, pushing you to go further and deeper, with noises of enjoyment escaping your lungs. In that moment, you surrender completely to the overwhelming sensation of being his willing plaything. You slide off the couch to kneel before him, ready to fulfill his every desire.

One of your hands goes to rub your pussy through your pants, but the friction is not nearly enough. You want him all over your body, but your own pleasure comes second. You're here to please him, to have him fill you to the brim.

His groans intensify as you rub his most sensitive spot against the slightly rougher texture of your tongue. Your hand still works on the length of his cock as you feel him twitch under your touch. You know he's close, and you're determined to make him come undone. As he reaches the peak of his pleasure, you can feel his body tense and his breath quicken. With a final, deliberate movement, you bring him to the edge and watch as he releases with a deep, guttural moan. Satisfaction washes over you as his cum fills your mouth, sending a new rush of desire over you. The sweet taste that fogs your senses and judgment is irresistible as you swallow; another wave comes as you squeeze every drop out of him.

You look pleadingly up at him as you lick the taste of him from your lips. You want more. You need to please him; all that is in your head is him. His body, his cock, his seed. You want to be completely consumed by him. You want him to ravage your skin. The thought can cross your mind as you feel him shift under your touch. He reaches down, sliding his hands under your arms and lifting you up off the ground effortlessly, like one would do with a child. As your feet touch the floor, he releases you only to wrap his arms around your body, keeping you upright even as your legs still adjust. He leans you backwards, his strong hand pressing on your lower back so you're flush with his stomach, and his lips capture yours. Adrenaline courses through your body the moment his tongue sweeps through your mouth, leaving more sweetness behind. You feel your heart racing faster. He breathes heavily into your mouth during the kiss, his hands gripping you tightly and possessively.

He takes a few steps forward, forcing you to stumble backwards, but you might as well have done nothing as he drags you to the edge of the couch, roughly turns you around, and bends you over the armrest. One hand presses on your back as if telling you to stay down. The other hand slides down between your legs to cup your clad sex, feeling the wetness seeping through the layers of fabric. You feel a surge of desire and anticipation; you need his touch like you need air. You stay with your face down in the couch cushion and your ass up even as he removes both of his hands.

"Good girl." His low voice praises you as you feel him take hold of the waist of your pants. He pulls them down slowly, feeling the resistance before your ass pops out. He swallows hard as his mouth waters at the sight, and he pushes the pants and underwear down to your ankles. He slaps you hard on your bare skin, leaving it red and tingling, making you yelp. You feel a rush of excitement as he leans in closer, his swollen cock pressed against your crack as he whispers close to your ear. "No time for pleasantries, Mayfly."

In a twisted way, he warned you to brace yourself for what was about to happen next. Quickly, he pulls away from you, and you feel his tip press against your entrance as he lines himself up. One of his long fingered hands grabs hold of your hip as he thrusts forward into your sopping pussy with no mercy. You cry out in pleasure and pain as he fills you. He wastes no time as he pulls back again and thrusts back in with even more force. Your legs tremble at the delicious pain of friction inside you as you still adjust to his girth. Your body arches in response to his relentless pace, feeling a mixture of pleasure and pain with every powerful thrust. As his fingers dig into the flesh of our hips, yours dig into the cushion beneath you.

His pace is intense and unyielding, driving you to the brink of ecstasy. Every breath escapes you with moans, even as your walls adjust to him. His long, hard strokes send waves of pleasure coursing through your body, overwhelming your senses with pure bliss. He lets out a few grunts through gritted teeth as your pleasures grow. The aphrodisiac he is constantly leaking makes everything tingle, while your sense of time and self slip away completely. All else disappears; it's just the overwhelming sensation in your cunt that travels up your belly as he rearranges your guts. Every touch and thrust is an exquisite torment that you never want to end.

Wild tremors of lust ripple through your being as Vash releases one of his hands only to grab hold of your hair and pull your head back, making you prop yourself up on your hands, your neck extended as far back as it goes. His blood is on fire while it courses through his veins, carrying the desperation of wanting to fill you up. His other hand, too, glides from your hip, sliding down the slope of your ass onto your back as he rams ferociously into you. Your pussy clenches around him, pulling him in deeper and deeper until he reaches his breaking point. With a groan, he releases himself inside of you, filling you with his hot cum. You feel the warmth spreading inside you, making you moan with pleasure. He keeps thrusting into you, showing no sign of slowing down, even as he makes you reach your climax, crying out his name in pleasure. Every impact he makes against your cervix pushes some of the hot, creamy liquid out of your body, making it drip over your folds.

He pulls on your hair harder, and the hand on your back wraps around to help you get up. You arch your back, sticking your ass out even as he pulls you close enough to kiss your neck. Vash whispers softly in your ear, "You're mine."

This only makes you ache more, even as the high of your first orgasm still lingers. You slip out one of your feet from the mess of pants to prop your knee on the armrest as Vash's throbbing cock continues to pound into you relentlessly. He has no cooldown period in his current state, continuing to drive you to the brink of pleasure and pain. The hand holding your hair moves down over your lower belly to your aching clit. His fingers brush over it with quick motions, filling the small room with even more wet sounds. The arm around you shifts up so his long fingers can wrap around your throat, applying just the right amount of pressure. The intense moans of pleasure escape you as choked cries. The next climax chases the last as you tremble in his grip, your fingers digging into the flesh of his right arm. The pleasure is overwhelming, as you barely perceive his own moans.

The satisfaction only lasts until the euphoria fades away, leaving you needing more. He pulls you closer, his cock in you as deep as it will go. He pauses his rutting for a moment, releasing your windpipe, and as you gasp for more air, he sticks the fingers of his other hand into your mouth, feeling the vibrations of your moans as you taste both of you on them, but mostly the overwhelming sweetness, sending you into a frenzy again.

You put both feet on the ground again, gripping his dick tighter as he sucks on your neck. You feel thick liquid dripping down your thighs. Your head is filled with thoughts of how to get him moving again as your tongue twirls around his fingers. You can't wait for him to come inside you again; that's all that matters. His free hand explores your body, tugging at your top as it passes over the fabric. You moan softly, your body arching in response to his touch, but as he reaches your thighs, he pulls away and out of you.

"This won't do." Vash takes a step to the left. The prosthesis pushes you forward a bit to bend again. "Spread your legs." He commands, and you comply. His fingers run up your inner thighs, sending shivers down your spine as he collects the cum leaking from your cunt. Vash fingers smear it on your pussy, pushing some back inside.

"I think you should just fill me up again." you say pleadingly, hands leaning on the armrest of the couch. "Please?"

You feel his wet hand run over your ass cheek before smacking it hard and squeezing it tight. You lick your lips again, missing the sweet taste of him, while your sex longs for him. Your breath is heavy as you wait for his answer.

"Tell me what you want." His voice is quiet but has an edge you don't usually hear. You feel a surge of desire coursing through your body as his lips brush your ear.

"I want you to take me. Use me, please. Do whatever you want; just please fill me with your cum. No, drown me in it. I'm begging you." Your voice gets whinier and weaker as you feel his hand explore your body. "Pin me down and fuck me."

"That's my girl," he growls in your ear before turning you around, ripping your shirt down the middle, and pulling it roughly off. His hands grab your waist, and you jump up, wrapping your legs around his middle. Your lips find his as you cup his face with your hands. The sweetness sweeps you away again, and your tongue explores the cavity of his mouth to find more. Vash carries you to the bedroom to continue having his way with you.

He throws you on the bed and wastes no time before climbing in after you. You look at him, your eyes trailing down his magnificent face and body to the still hard cock swaying between his legs, eager for more. His left hand captures your wrists as he pushes them to the bed above you. Vash's lips crash on yours again in a fiery kiss, causing your body to tingle with desire.

You spread your legs wide as he settles between them. His whole body pins you down, trapping you underneath him as his free hand helps his tip glide along your slick folds, teasing you with his touch before pushing into your depths. The sensation of being filled by him makes you moan in ecstasy against his lips, knowing that he is the only one who can make you feel this way.

His thrusts are shallow at first as he grinds his hip against yours. But soon he picks up the pace, filling you with each powerful thrust, rocking your whole body with each stroke. As the intensity builds, your breath becomes ragged. The room is filled with the sounds of your combined moans and the rhythmic slapping of wet skin on skin. You can feel the tension building within you, knowing that you are on the brink of an intense release. With each movement, he drives you closer to the edge, pushing you towards a climax that promises to be explosive. The pleasure is overwhelming, consuming every fiber of your being. Just when you think you can't take any more, the wave crashes over you, sending you spiraling into ecstasy. Your body shudders with pleasure as you ride out the intense climax. Loud cries escape your lungs as Vash pulls back, releasing your pinned hands to straighten up more.

He doesn't relent for a moment, continuing to pound into you with all the energy meant for turning a whole town into a sinful pleasure paradise. Your mind goes blank as you feel his hand push down on your lower belly, lost in the moment of pure ecstasy. Every touch, every movement sends you deeper into a state of euphoria that you never want to end. Your pussy clamps down around him, and Vash lets out a moan of satisfaction, increasing the speed at which he's ramming into you. It's enough to have him coming into you again, each thrust causing more of his seed to escape your cunt and drip down your crack. You shudder in pleasure as you feel him release, hands gripping the sheets beneath. You arch your back and moan loudly.

Time loses all meaning. It is just pleasure, and one orgasm chasing the other for both of you. It fills you with happiness each time he comes undone inside you. It fills you with a kind of satisfaction your own climax doesn't bring for long. As his releases become more and more frequent, to the point where there is barely any time where he isn't shooting you up, you are in a pleasure induced bliss. You feel like you are floating on a cloud of ecstasy. He has grabbed your hips to raise your lower half up off the bed to slam his dick into your cunt with more urgency than before. His cum, mixed with your own juices, drips down your back, forming a puddle underneath your ass as he continues to thrust deeply and passionately. You moan in pleasure, feeling another climax approach like a freight train. You try your best to roll your hips on his dick as he holds them tight off the bed. Your hands grab your breasts, pinching on the hard nipples. Your body feels exhausted but is fueled by the aphrodisiac still in your system. You crave it like a drug.

Vash grunts in satisfaction as he comes again, and the wave washing over you pushes you over the edge too, your walls contracting around him in a pulsing rhythm so hard while he pulls back that he pops out. You whimper as, instead of slamming back into you, the length of his cock slides over your clit while he cums. You shake as he makes no effort to correct his aim, instead allowing himself to enjoy the rough texture of your lower lips. Each thrust leaves you gasping for breath and covers you with another of his loads. Your stomach and chest are slick with his cum, and some makes its way onto your tongue, making your cunt gush again as you long for him. Your body trembles with pleasure as you eagerly anticipate the next round of passion. You suck on your finger as you taste him on it, and you feel happiness as all the seed meant for populating a town with his offspring is all yours.

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[kisakis-boyfriend]

Kinktober Day 31: Aftercare

Pairings: Izana x reader

Warnings: Male!reader, hard dom/top!reader, sub/bottom!Izana, rough sex, spanking, brat taming, lots of fluff and love

Genre/Format: Smut; Oneshot

Prompt List by: starsandskies 🧡

Please check my blog title to verify whether requests are closed or not! Thank you!

It was around noon and you were innocently reaching for a plate in a cabinet from your kitchen when his arm entered your vision, sneaking up on you and reaching for the exact same thing that you were. Izana was shorter than you so he had to really press against you to grab what he needed, lightly grinding against your ass in the process

The gesture was certainly on purpose as Izana winked at you while turning to walk back out of the room, his bratty attitude on display for the nth day in a row. You had already cut him a lot of slack with lighter punishments than usual and more warnings than he probably deserved...and this little stunt was the straw that finally broke your patience

Promptly stomping after him, you grabbed Izana's shoulder and spun him around to face you. He looked at you as if he had no idea why you could possibly be pissed right now, feigning innocence as his head tilted to the side quizzically. “You've been rather bold lately, haven't you, dear?” You said sarcastically. The grip on his shoulder becoming tighter with every passing minute

“I don't know what you're talking about~ ” Was the coy answer that rolled off of Izana's tongue, a lie coated in honey that he was hoping you'd fall for. But you had already made up your mind that enough was enough, if you didn't give him a real punishment then he'd never learn and that brattiness would only get worse

Fingers slowly tightened around Izana's tender throat while you spit back, “Yes you fucking do, brat. And I'm getting tired of your cocky attitude.” The glare that you shot at him sent a chill down his spine, goosebumps quickly rising to his skin's surface when Izana realized that he'd gone too far this time. You weren't kidding, you were actually going to punish him for real this time. No gentle spanking or making him suck you off while his hands were tied, whatever you had in mind was going to be intense; he could feel it in his gut

“I've been way too easy on you lately, Izana. I think you need a real punishment, hm?” Your suggestion caused him to gulp, lightly wrapping his fingers around your wrist as your grip tightened, blocking the air flow to his lungs even more. “Strip. Now.”

His mouth opened to protest, but Izana was swiftly cut off by another squeeze around his throat. The hint was obvious enough, he should do what he was fucking told or the punishment would just get worse. So he did, attempting to cover up the nervousness as best as he could, though you're usually pretty perceptive when it comes to him...so you probably already picked up on your partner's true emotions...and you were probably enjoying this right now, grinning as you watched his trembling hands grasp the bottom of his shirt and toss it on the floor

“Now bend over the counter.” Your icy tone made Izana practically shake with every new command, the authority dripping off of every word really did something for him... “I said bend the fuck over.” You yelled while harshly pushing Izana onto the hard surface, a yelp escaping him when bare skin met cold granite. “Spread em.” Was your next command, kicking his feet apart when he didn't move fast enough for your liking. One hand was firmly pressing Izana's head against the counter painfully while you barked another order at your bratty baby, eliciting a tiny sob from him already

“Ow...I-I'm sorry...I won't act like a brat anymore. Promise...” Izana tried to bargain, but you weren't having any of it. Swiftly undoing your belt and sliding your pants down until your cock was free and poking his inner thigh, which earned a little jolt from your boy. “Please baby...I said sorry...”

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A shrill moan was ripped from Izana as your thick cock rammed his tight ass, the rough pace you'd set caused his earrings to jingle while they hit the countertop repeatedly. He clawed at the hard surface that he'd been pinned to desperately, begging for a break or for you to slow down at least...his third orgasm approaching while your dick pushed against his prostate, milking him fucking dry while your grunts filled his ears

And after another minute or two, he creamed on your cock again, shooting another round of his milky white liquid onto the floor while you impaled him with your dick. Bruises already blooming on his hips from the way your fingers dug into them; an impossibly tight death grip that eliminated any chance of his escape. Even though Izana had basically collapsed from exhaustion, you kept thrusting like an animal while you chased your own release. Using a heavy hand to silence the brat's whining by pushing his face into the counter, finally painting his warm insides with your cum while his legs shook. A dry orgasm hit Izana from the way you slammed your hips into his, emptying the last drops of cum into his sloppy hole before pulling out to admire your work

Izana's legs were practically jelly after the rough fuck, unable to even hold him up anymore. The only thing preventing him from slipping off of the counter and falling onto the floor was your hand still tangled in his silver hair tightly. You smirked at the pitiful sight before you; Izana drooling on the hard surface dumbly, babbling nonstop imsorryimsorryimsorry's until you shushed him, wiping away a tear with your thumb

“Did you learn your lesson this time?” You asked, trailing your fingers along his spine while he nodded frantically. Pleased with his response, a soft smile graced your lips while you released your grip of his hair. Allowing the poor boy to move his head freely now as he stretched his neck. A delicate hold on his hips prevented Izana from falling as you rubbed the sensitive skin apologetically, your gaze softening while you switched into aftercare mode

Immediately, you asked him if he was ok while you helped him straighten up and turn to face you. Your arms snaked around Izana's waist as you pulled him against you, cooing praise after praise while he leaned into your warmth. “It's ok, baby, we're all done. You can relax now.”

“If you're not too sleepy, will you let me take care of you?” Those words immediately caused Izana to perk up, humming as he nodded a ‘yes’ happily. After placing another kiss on the top of his head, you guided your darling to the bathroom and began preparing a nice bath for the two of you. Carefully making sure the water was hot but not scalding, adding a bit of Izana's favorite scented bubble bath and mixing it in before pulling out your softest towels and placing them on the counter for afterwards

“There. It should be ready now, watch your step.” You said, taking Izana's hand and helping him settle in before you climbed in behind him. Both of you immediately relaxed upon sitting in the warm water, sighing at the pleasurable feeling from the enveloping warmth. Izana leaned back against your chest, smiling as your arms wrapped around him protectively

The way you held him close had already calmed him down significantly. The kisses repeatedly placed on his shoulders helped a bit too, if the content giggling from him was any evidence of this fact. Your hands soothed over Izana's pretty brown skin, trailing your fingers over the places where it hurt the most while you whispered your love for him into his ears. “Love you so much, Zana...you were so good for me.”

Izana wanted nothing more than to remain in your embrace forever, alas...you did have to get out of the water eventually...unless you wanted to completely shrivel up, that is. Your boyfriend pouted the entire time you drained the tub and stepped out to wrap yourself in a towel, even though you were about to pamper him like the king he was. The less-than-60-seconds that you weren't hugging his sore body were just awful...

But you really had no problems allowing him this clinginess, especially after being so rough with your darling. He deserved a bit of extra spoiling every now and then anyways

So you treated Izana as if he were a delicate flower tonight; drying him off with gentle pats, making sure you were extra gentle around any bruised areas. Applying a calming scented lotion to his gorgeous skin with all the care in the world while his eyes fluttered closed from your ministrations. Of course you worked in a few kisses during your treatment, connecting his soft lips to yours while your hands rested on his shoulders. And once you had finished with all of that, you pulled him out into the bedroom to dress him in something extra comfy

Slipping one of your shirts over his head and sighing as your scent flooded his nostrils, Izana smiled while he watched you get ready for bed as well. After you had slipped into something comfortable too you crawled into bed with your beloved, letting him cuddle up with you however he wanted to. A content sigh left him as his fingers curled into your shirt tightly, as if he thought you were going to leave him

“Comfy?” You questioned, carding your hands through Izana's soft hair and lightly scratching his scalp. The comforting gesture began to slowly lull your darling to sleep, not before he yawned an ‘mhm’ to your question though. Drifting away soon after in the comfort of your embrace

Your eyes slowly grew heavier while Izana's breathing lulled you into a content slumber as well, mumbling ‘I love you’s in between sleepy kisses to the crown of his head

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Tagging: @steadybreadbluebird @6kabuki

[crusty-chronicles]

Hi hi!

Can I request a kurapika x reader (headcanons, or you can do a oneshot if it's too difficult.)?

Where the reader also had an immense hatred for the phantom troupe for something they did to reader?

Kurapika also finds them enjoyable to be around because reader is just such a chill person?

(Also this is random but can the personality for the reader be super shy to everyone they meet and they just draws whenever they can? Because that's just my personality.)

Kurapika with a Phantom Troupe Hating S/O

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He first noticed you during the first phase of the hunter exam

You were just another contestant to him at the time

Just another stranger.

And it would have stayed like that had you not stopped during Leorio's crisis

Staying put as he contemplated quitting. Only to say something that Kurapika couldn't quite hear.

But whatever it was, it had Leorio jumping up with new vigor and running once again.

Words he would later learn were, "You're friends are waiting for you, ya know? So don't give up just yet."

The next time Kurapika notices you is during the third phase. Where a group of five was needed to advance.

And by chance, you just so happened to be the fifth member.

He immediately noticed your skittish behavior upon seeing them.

Back to the wall with eyes the size of dinner plates.

A quiet 'Hi' escaping you as the cogs turned in your head.

But you didn't have to think for long as the instructions for the third phase were explained.

With the assurance that you wouldn't have to fight anyone, you relaxed.

You didn't talk much, at least not to him

Usually giving one worded responses if you had to.

Despite this, your actions didn't come off as malicious. But rather nervous.

Like you were unsure of yourself.

However, with constant prodding from Gon and Killua, you opened up a bit.

Adding some insight whenever a choice had to be made

For some reason he couldn't place, Kurapika wanted to hear a little more of your voice.

To have you talk without you feeling strained

He would get his wish during the next challenge of this phase.

The prisoner with a spider tattoo.

Seeing him had caused enough rage within Kurapika to activate his scarlet eyes.

So much anger.

So much hatred that he couldn't focus on anything else.

Unaware of you fuming from the sidelines.

Your first clenched so tightly, there were imprints of your nails.

Leorio was the one to bring it up after you were forced to give up 50 hours.

"I thought Kurapika hated the Phantom Troupe, but you were absolutely pissed at that inmate! You wouldn't happen to be a Kurta would you?"

You looked up from the sketchbook you were doodling in with a frown.

"No. I just can't stand that gang of brutes."

Your voice came out harsh, your pencil strokes getting faster.

But that answer wasn't satisfactory for the blonde sitting next to you.

If you knew something about the Spiders, he wanted to know. He needed to know.

"What business do you have with the phantom troupe?" His tone dangerously dark.

But instead of answering him, you slid over the piece you were working on.

To his and Leorio's shock, bloodied scenes filled the pages.

"The leader stole my brother's nen ability and practiced it on him. Over and over again." Until there was nothing left.

But you didn't want to get into specifics right now. If you did, you most likely wouldn't be able to finish the exam.

"Drawing helps. A way for me to remember so that I never forget what they did to him. I need to become a hunter so I'll have a better shot of finding them."

It was the most you've ever spoken, and when you looked up, you were met with sympathetic and understanding gazes.

You were a lot less quiet after that.

A lot more friendlier too.

And while Kurapika had someone to relate to, he just couldn't stand the thought of you being the one to cause the spiders' demise.

He understood your rage, but his own would never be satisfied unless he took down the Phantom with his own hands.

So as a friendly warning, he told you so himself.

"As you're aware, the Troupe murdered my entire clan. And I can never forgive them for that, just as you can never forgive them for taking your brother from you. But it's me who's going to bring them to justice. I will not allow someone else to be their downfall. No matter if we're friends."

And instead of you arguing with him, instead of you fighting, instead of either of you lashing out....

You spoke in that soft tone of yours.

"I want to kill him. All of them, but I can be content just knowing they'll suffer. If you want to go after them, I won't interfere. But I'd like to help."

Relief immediately flowed through him.

You weren't upset.

You weren't going to push back.

You were still friends.

"Then let's stick together after the exam. Your presence is enjoyable."

The beginning of a partnership built on loss

Of relying on each other because no one else understood.

Trying to complete the ultimate goal of finishing the Spiders while justifying the closeness between each other

But neither of you pushing for more.

Destroying the Phantom Troupe came first after all.

[dreamingcloudie]

hello! I'm kinda shy to request about this if you don't mind at all, but is it okay that you write about dottore with a s/o adopting a child and basically just cute married couples with family type of shit? it would be interesting to see his dynamic with the kid would be!

If you want too ofc! ^^

also i really like your content! it's so well written and it cheers me up so much :) 💖💕

❛❛ A Step Into Fatherhood ❜❜

✎ ❛❛ What do you mean I'm getting soft? ❜❜

Pairing(s): Dottore x GN!Reader

Genre/Format: Fluff (oneshot)

Warning(s): Use of Dottore’s (speculated) real name

wc: ~3k

Notes: Oh god I'm sorry I haven’t posted in a while 😭 I was on writer's block and still kinda am. But at last, here's finally a fic!! Haven't written in a while and got rusty, so this might not be good :') Anyways, I LOVE THIS REQUEST AHHH 💕💕💕 Dadttore is so UGH 😫👌This request got me all giddy. I hope you'll like it :D

Gentle flakes fell to the ground as you went from store to store. Your husband was in need of some materials to carry out his experiments. He asked a segment to gather them but you offered to help instead. You wanted to go out for a stroll anyways, so why not?

You were about to go back to the palace when you heard a noise coming from a nearby alleyway. It sounded like someone was rummaging through something.

You knew it was dangerous to investigate on your own without any weapons on you. But you couldn't help it, curiosity got the best of you and your legs subconsciously brought you closer towards the sounds of clanking.

Following the noise, it led you to a dumpster. The lid was closed so you weren't able to tell what was inside. Judging by the size of it though, you assumed it would be some sort of animal. You were expecting to see a raccoon when you opened the lid but what you saw made you scream and stepped back instead.

What the…

You slowly opened the lid again and an equally shocked but frightened face stared back at you. 

What is a child doing here? You thought.

It was a little girl who looked no older than ten. She was wearing a thin layer of clothing and her hair was stained. In her hands she was holding a paper plate of thrown out food from a restaurant.

When you got closer again, her hands that were holding the plate recoiled to her torso and turned into fists. Tears were forming at the corner of her eyes and her form shook.

"Hey… it's okay, I'm not going to hurt you," you said in a hushed voice.

Once the little girl seemed calmed down enough, you spoke again, “What are you doing here? Where are you from?”

"I'm from over there…" She pointed. You followed where her finger was pointing at and your heart dropped.

House of the Hearth.

The orphanage where Arlecchino trained the kids to become soldiers? What was this kid doing here?

"I see… I don't know how you got here but why don't I take you back—"

"No!" She yelled, taking you off guard.

"Please… I don't want to go back there… The others are mean to me…"

She was now sobbing and you were trying to think of what to do.

She looked like she really didn't want to go back there… You would feel bad for forcing her to go back. But it couldn’t be good to just leave a kid all by herself here as well. 

From the looks of her fragile frame, she definitely hasn’t eaten a sustainable meal in a long time. Poor kid, it was cold out and that bread didn’t look edible.

What other options did you have?

You were someone who adored kids, and the protective instinct inside of you screamed.

Without thinking, you blurted out, “Why don’t you come with me? I can take you to a warmer place and give you something nicer to eat."

The little girl was hesitant, but you could see her eyes lit up a little.

“Really?”

“Of course! Being out here by yourself is dangerous anyways.”

She got out of the dumpster and approached you with small steps. Once she got close enough, you took your own coat off and draped it over her.

“There we go, this will keep you warm enough until we get back,” you muttered, gently taking her hand into yours as you made your way back to the resting quarters.

- - -

When you reached the palace, you quickly took her to your room, trying to avoid anybody on your way there. You couldn't risk letting anyone see the kid here, who knew what they would do to her if they found out she escaped Arlecchino's orphanage?

And you most certainly didn't want to face that harbinger's wrath.

You let out a breath of relief when a Fatui agent only nodded to greet you as he passed the hallway without making a comment on how your stance was off, while simultaneously holding the bag of materials at an awkward angle. You waved back at him with a sheepish smile. Once you made sure he was out of sight, you reached behind you to take a hold of the little girl's hand again before continuing on your way.

"Alright, we're almost there."

You looked both sides of the hallway, taking a double check to make sure nobody saw you before grabbing the door handle and pushing it open, pulling the kid inside with you.

The door closed with a click and you leaned against it, trying to calm down how fast your heart was beating. Archons, were you glad that Dottore convinced you to take some basic stealth lessons. You didn't think it was necessary… up until now.

"Okay, well, welcome to my room!" You walked over to a desk and set the bags there. Thinking you could just give them to your husband later.

The girl looked around your room in awe, it was huge. To her, this felt like a bedroom a royalty would own from the tales she had heard of. There was a queen-sized bed in the middle and the blankets looked really soft and fluffy. She could imagine how nice it would to sleep on it.

"Wow… I've never been in a room this big before!" She exclaimed, her eyes wandered through different pieces of furniture and objects decorating the room.

"How about we give you a nice warm bath? Then I can show you around more later."

You took her to the bathroom and ran a hot bath for her. She was making bubbles in her hands while you washed her hair, rinsing the suds off her head.

"And we're done!" You clapped your hands together, feeling satisfied with how clean she was now.

You wrapped a towel around her and took her back to your room again, digging through your closet for clothes that were suitable enough for her to wear for the time being. Fortunately for you, you were able to find some of your old clothes from when you were a kid. You didn't throw them away just in case you wanted to reminisce about your childhood.

Well, instead of sitting at the bottom of the drawer collecting dust, you could put them to good use again.

Once you were done with dressing her up, she looked at herself through the closet mirror and her eyes widened at how nice they looked on her.

"Mr(s)... Um…" 

"What's wrong?" You asked, worried that she might not like them.

"I don't know what to call you…"

That was when you realized you never told her your name, nor did she ever tell you hers.

"Ah, how could I forget! My apologies. You can call me (Y/n)! What about you, sweetie?"

Her eyes glinted at your name and smiled.

"Thank you, Mr(s) (Y/n)! I really like these clothes. They look so nice!" She paused before responding to your question.

"My name is Lilly."

Right as she finished her sentence, someone knocked on the door.

"Dear? Are you in there?" A voice you knew too well spoke.

Shoot.

It was your husband. And there was a random kid with you. 

Oh no, what am I going to tell him?! You panicked. How were you going to explain to him you brought a child to your shared bedroom?

Your thoughts were disrupted when he knocked on the door again.

"Dear? I'm coming in—" The door handle twitched, but stopped when you yelled, "Wait!"

You told the child to hide in the closet and to not come out unless you said so. A look of confusion mixed with fear appeared on her face but she obliged anyway, hiding at the corner of the closet.

Closing the closet doors, you jogged over to the bedroom door and opened it, revealing your husband who was standing there, twirling a vial of blue liquid in his hand.

"There you are, darling. That took you a while, is everything alright?" He asked.

"Oh nothing, I was just, uh, examining the materials I went to collect for you!" 

Archons, you hoped that was convincing enough.

"Really? Since when did you get interested in Chaos Cores?" He teased, showing you his signature grin.

"Just today! Haha…"

"Is that so…" He trailed off, noticing something on the ground.

"Hmm?" He hummed, taking his mask off to take a better look of the floor.

There was a water droplet. No, multiples of them.

"May I ask why the carpet is wet?"

Oh no, it must've been from the little girl's hair. It was still wet and you didn't dry it fully.

"I-I spilled some water! Yeah… I was clumsy." You smiled sheepishly at him.

He looked around the room and raised a brow.

"But I don't see a cup anywhere around here?" His attention went back to the droplets on the ground and noticed it was a trail. 

A trail leading toward the closet.

He walked over to it and stopped right in front of it. You were about to stop him but he was quicker. His hands swung the closet doors open.

From where you were standing, the clothes on the hangers casted shadows on her form and they were hiding her well. They should be able to hide her from your husband's sight too… you hoped.

But of course, with keen eyes such as his, nothing could escape him. His squinted eyes were now slightly widened. He expected to find someone or something, but definitely not a kid.

"What—"

"W-wait! Zandik, let me explain."

You told him how she ran away from the orphanage and she was all alone out there, so you wanted to help her.

"So you're telling me… this is a kid from Arlecchino's orphanage? Darling, you know how she could get if she finds out," he reasoned with you.

"I know, but she was scared! And I couldn't just leave her on the streets on her own either. So with no other choices, I decided to just take her here, and maybe take her in…" You trailed off. Gesturing to the little girl that it was safe to come out now. She got up and approached you, hiding behind your leg as she looked at Dottore.

"So, can she stay, please?"

He stared intently at the ground, seemingly deep in his thoughts.

Now, you knew that Dottore was not fond of kids. But unbeknownst to you, occasionally he would dream of having this fantasy of his. To have a little family with you…

And of course, he wasn't ready to become a father to his own kids yet, so maybe he'd take this opportunity to practice parenting.

He signed, faking his annoyance to conceal his unexplainable excitement.

"Fine, she can stay."

- - -

For the first week of her stay here, she was shy. The only person she wasn't afraid to talk to was you. She tried to talk to Dottore once but he unintentionally acted cold towards her, causing her to back away. 

You couldn't blame him though, he was awkward around kids.

So, to make it up to her in his own way, he ordered his segments to set up a new room for her.

You brought her to the room they were preparing in, wanting to know how she was liking her room so far and to also introduce her to the segments.

You knocked on the door and went in, while she trailed after you, hiding behind you as usual.

The segments stopped what they were doing and turned to the sound of someone coming in.

"Ah! So this is the kiddo Prime told us about." Beta was the first to speak.

Theta got closer to the both of you and kneeled down to Lilly's eye level. 

"Hello! I'm Theta, you must be Lilly, yes?" 

Lilly was too distracted by the white and black mask he was wearing, not listening to a single word that came out of his mouth. She tugged at your pants and said, "Mr(s) (Y/n), he looks like a clown!"

Upon hearing her words, you and the other segments began to laugh, all except for Theta.

"S-She called you a clown!" Beta wheezed.

"Quite fitting, don't you think, Theta?"

"I'm not a clown! God, what was Prime thinking when he chose to wear this mask back then…" He said, deadpan.

Omega quieted down his chuckle and asked, "So, how are you liking your room so far, little one?"

Lilly looked around the room, the wall was painted with her favorite color and animal for the pattern. The bed she was given to was smaller than the one in your room, but was still big to her. A unicorn plushie, which was made by Delta, was placed on it.

"I love it!" She bounced slightly in excitement.

- - -

For the second week, Dottore and Lilly would start to interact with each other more. He has been taking notes by observing the way you'd talk to her, how you'd take care of her… 

He was still awkward around her, of course. But at least he wasn't being cold to her anymore,  so that was an improvement. 

And Lilly, she was starting to grow more comfortable around him, as well. He wasn't as intimidating as she thought he'd be when he gifted her a mini robot, made with the leftover parts of a ruin guard. And now, she would sleep with it next to her at all times.

You were out to run some errands today, leaving Lilly in Dottore's care. She was reading a children's book on her bed, while Dottore sat next to her, patting her gently on her head.

She got to one of the pages and her eyes shined at how pretty the princess looked in the picture.

"Mr. Zanny?" She called out to him, using the nickname she gave him.

He hummed in response, signaling her to continue. 

"I want my hair to look like this pretty lady's, do you know how to do that?"

He leaned over to see an illustration of a woman with long, braided hair.

"Why yes, I do, angel. Would you like me to do that for you?" He said.

In return, he also had a nickname for her. He thought the word "angel" suited her. As she's such a pure and innocent child.

Lilly nodded eagerly and turned around, her back facing Dottore. Grabbing a brush from the vanity table, he brushed her hair and undid the tangled locks, until it was tidy enough to be put in a braid. 

You'd expect him to not know anything about braiding someone's hair but he was surprisingly good at it. 

Once he was done, he grinned at how it turned out. Lilly went over to a mirror and admired her hair, it looked neat and exactly how she thought it'd look like. 

She turned back to where Dottore and muttered out a little shy "Thank you."

- - -

It was late at night and everyone was sound asleep. Well, almost everyone.

Lilly was turning in her sleep, horrid images of scary monsters flashed in her mind and she woke up with a gasp. Her eyes darted around her room and it was dark. The moon light from the window barely lit the room up. She got out of bed and took the tiny robot Dottore made with her.

Luckily for her, the room you and Dottore slept in was not far from hers, she opened the door slightly ajar and peered inside. Noticing the two slightly moving silhouettes in the room. 

She tiptoed to your side of the bed and poked your arm.

"Mr(s) (Y/n)?" She whispered.

You were a light sleeper so it didn't take you long to stir awake.

"Mmm… Lilly? Why are you awake?" You asked, turning over to face her fully, waking your husband up as well.

"I had a nightmare and I'm scared…" She told you, her voice trembled and her arms wrapped around the robot tightly.

"Oh, you poor thing…" 

You helped her to get on the bed and laid her down between you and your husband. He yawned and was trying to comprehend why Lilly was in the bed with the two of you.

He looked at you for answers and you only said, "Nightmare." 

"Would you like to listen to a story to help you sleep, Lilly?" You asked.

She pondered for a while before answering, "Yes please."

“Let’s see… Once upon a time, there was a little girl,” you began, then looked at Dottore to continue. He groaned a little and tried to think of something in his sleepy state.

“The little girl had a knife— I mean uh… A teddy bear? His name was… Bob,” he said. Making his sentence a bit more family-friendly when you glared at him.

“She and the teddy were best friends, they would go on an adventure together.” You added more to it.

“Then the little girl later strangled the teddy—“ He stopped when you hit his arm. 

"What he meant to say was, the little girl later helped the teddy bear with a mission…"

The both of you carried the story on, well, more like you having to constantly make changes to Dottore's… questionable imagination.

But overall, it went pretty well, sometimes Lilly would snicker at the jokes Dottore made. But laughed even harder at his horrible attempt at talking in a high pitch voice to mimic the teddy bear. 

His face was red from embarrassment, to say the least, that he made a fool out of himself just to make the two of you laugh.

It was embarrassing… but it was worth it, to hear the laughter of his two sweet angels.

"And finally, Bob made it home safely… The end." You ended the story.

You turned your attention to Lilly and you could tell she was getting tired, her eyes were droopy and she could barely keep herself awake.

As her mind was about to take her away into the land of dreams, you heard her muttering.

"Night night, daddy… Night night (mommy / other daddy)..."

Bonus:

Dottore walked into Arlecchino's office and slammed some papers onto her work desk.

"The papers are signed, she is now officially my daughter."

"Very well."

[axelsagewrites]

My sweet author,could I get you an extremely nsfw fluffy (with some angst) imagine/oneshot modern Daemon x poc chubby fem!reader, where she's been feeling insecure about her body lately (dodging his touches and asking him to turn off the light in moments of intimacy) He notices and decides to ask her what's going on, at first she doesn't talk and says it's nothing, but ends up telling. So he takes her into the bedroom and just adores her and shows her how much he loves her and that she doesn't have to feel insecure about her her body. sex) please?

Daemon Targaryen*I Adore You

Pairing: Daemon x f!reader

Word count: 2472

Warnings: body image issues, comparison, slight jealousy, Viserys making dickish comments, praise, slight teasing, f! receiving oral, fingering, p in v sex, light choking, unprotected sex, smut 18+

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When you and Daemon first started dating you couldn’t keep your hands off each other long enough to even care how your body looked in whatever position he was currently twisting you in. Not even for a second did Daemon make you feel insecure. He was constantly giving you compliments, touching you, holding your waist or squeezing your hips. Not a day went by where that man did not make you feel appreciated and loved.

However, no matter how much love someone else gives you doesn’t make up for a lack of love in your own self. You had felt confident initially, in part because of Daemons sweet words and lingering touches, however recently you couldn’t help starting to compare yourself to everyone you saw online.

However, one event last week really sent your insecurities over the edge. You had only met Daemons niece and nephews in passing but after dating Daemon for almost six months he thought it only made sense you join him at his annual family reunion his brother would host. For the most part everyone had been kind and welcoming, some of the younger ones not being interested in you being there but that’s not what had bothered you.

Despite it being Viserys party he was the last one you got to meet, not long before dinner was served. You were stood talking to Rhaenyra when her father approached you both with a warm smile, “you brought a friend I see,” Viserys said, reaching out a hand for you to shake.

Rhaenyra laughed as you awkwardly shook his hand, “no dad she’s here with Daemon,”

“oh!” Viserys said, his eyes going wide for a moment before he quickly tried to hide his shock, “forgive me dear you’re just not what I was expecting,”

His words made you worry but Rhaenyra swooped in again, “I swear he told you last week he was bringing his girlfriend,” she said, confused at her own dad’s obliviousness.

“no, it’s just- you know you’re not his usual type,” he said with an awkward smile that made your stomach feel like it had been sucker punched, “it’s a good thing though, mixing it up,” he said, punching the air in the awkward ways dads do. Rhaynera did scold him, and you assured them it was fine despite the anxiety bubbling in your stomach.

His comments while he passed you a plate from the barbeque didn’t help. Viserys had made it very, very clear that you weren’t Daemons type. You tried to not let it get to you, telling Rhaenyra not to mention it to Daemon, but you couldn’t help but spiral. You went down his Facebook, going to years old posts to see his ex-girlfriends. Skinny, skinny, skinny and blonde, skinny and white, skinny. Not one curve, one stretchmark, one bad hair day in sight.

It was just all building up inside, threatening to explode. When you woke up this morning, you rushed to the bathroom to wash your face, fix your hair, and straighten your pjs to climb back into bed, pretending to have just woken up not long before Daemon had to for work. “morning love,” he mumbled, rubbing the sleep from his eye before leaning in to kiss you.

You turned your head to the side, and you weren’t even sure why you did as his lips pressed against your cheek. Daemon raised an eyebrow, but you just gave a tight smile, “morning breath,” you apologised.

You had been doing this on and off for the past week, averting his kisses and his touches and not once trying to initiate anything physical. As Daemons back up alarm went off, he just mumbled something before getting out of bed to get ready.

The whole day you practically threw yourself a pity party, almost spiralling in your own insecurity as you lounged on his couch wondering how long you could go on avoiding his touches. You were watching early greys anatomy when the door suddenly opened. Your head span around to see Daemon walking in, a smile on his face and a bag in hand. “hey,” he said, leaning over the couch to kiss your cheek.

“your early,” you said, watching him as he moved to sit beside you on the couch.

“I thought I’d get off early and surprise you,” he said as he reached into the bag to pull something out, “and bring you these,” he said as he handed you a box of the fancy kinds of chocolates, he had bought you for your second date. “I know there your favourite,” he said grinning down at you.

Chocolates. They thought made your stomach curl. “thank you,” you said, putting on your best smile and kissing his cheek.

“what are we watching?” He asked as he slouched into the couch, moving his arm to rest around your waist with his hand on your lower hip.

“greys anatomy,” you said as you shuffled your body making his hand fall onto the couch cushion.

Daemon sighed, his eyes closing for a moment making you fidget with nerves. “what’s wrong?” He said, his voice already sounding exhausted before he opened his eyes which you could barely meet, “have I done something cause for the past week you’ve been ignoring me- “

“I’m not ignoring you-,”

“you won’t let me touch you,” Daemon almost snapped cutting you off as he sat forward to take a breath, “im sorry for snapping but I just don’t understand. This whole week you’ve been so distant,”

“I didn’t mean to be,” you mumbled your eyes shutting as you leaned back into the couch.

You felt Daemon shuffle beside you, his arm going around your shoulders, “what’s wrong? Maybe I can help,”

“it’s not you- “you said, shaking your head as you collected your thoughts, “it’s me and it’s just something your brother said- “

“oh, gods that cunt,” Daemon muttered under his breath, “whatever he said he’s wrong okay he doesn’t know his ass from his elbow,”

“it’s just- “you said finally opening your eyes, “he said how im not your usual type and I already wasn’t feeling great, and it got to me and just ugh,” you rushed out before moving to hold your head in your hands, “I know im being stupid okay but- “

“you’re not stupid,” Daemon said gently, his hands resting on your shoulders to gently pull you up to face him, “you’re anything but. You’re amazing and perfect and beautiful. What does he know about what I like anyway?”

“it’s just I get scared,” you said, your voice low as you avoided his gaze, “I get scared that you don’t actually like me or that you’re just settling,”

“darling,” Daemon said, his fingers grabbing your chin to tilt your head up to finally look into his eyes, “I don’t just like you. I love you and everything about you,” Daemon said as he interlocked his fingers with yours, “your eyes, your smile,” he said, tracing over your face with his free hand making you laugh softly, “your cheeks and don’t even get me started on your body which I adore” he said with a cheeky grin making you laugh at his antics, “you’ve no reason to be insecure,”

“I get you it’s just hard,” you said, sniffling slightly as your eyes finally began to dry. “I just don’t want you to think im gross or something,”

Daemon got serious again for a moment as he held your hand tight, “you’re not gross or any other bad thing you’ve been thinking about. I could never think you’re gross. You’re the sexiest person I’ve ever met,”

“really?” You scoffed, half laughing at his outlandish claim.

But to Daemon it was hundred percent fact, “obviously,” he said as if you asked if the sky was blue. “are you kidding me? Look at you. Look at these hips,” he said, grabbing at your hips over your jeans making you laugh, “and these thighs,” he said, his hand moving to your legs, squeezing the flesh as his eyes wandered your chest, “you wanna know just how sexy I find you?” He asked, his eyes flickering back up to yours with a teasing smirk.

You nodded slowly, still slightly worried about him seeing you again but Daemon stood up suddenly, holding his hand out to you. You took his hand gently, but Daemon suddenly pulled you up, flush against his chest, his lips suddenly crashing onto yours.

His hand moved to your ass, squeezing it as best he could over your jeans. You grabbed his shoulders to try steady yourself as Daemon pressed himself into you and you could feel his cock hardening as it pressed into your stomach. “I’ll show you just how much I love you darling,” he said, breaking the kiss only to drag you over to the bedroom, unbuttoning his shirt as he went.

When you entered the room, your hand instinctively went to turn off the light, but Daemon suddenly grabbed your wrist, backing you into the wall, “don’t even think about trying to hide yourself darling.” He said, his voice dark, “now get on that bed,”

You nodded as you slipped out from between him and the wall as Daemon stripped himself of his trousers leaving him only in his boxers. You sat on the edge of the bed, nervously picking at the skin around your thumb. Daemon quickly crossed the room, grabbing your chin to make you look up at him in silence for a moment while he studied your face.

When he let your face go, you knew what he wanted. You moved to lay in the bed, Daemon crawling over you as he kissed you deeply again. His hand wandered to your chest, squeezing at your tits before moving down, grabbing, and squeezing everything he could until he ended up at your hips. Your breathing quickened as you felt him work on the button of your jeans btu said nothing as he finally undid the denim, breaking the kiss to slide them off your legs alongside your panties.

Daemon kissed up from your knee, up your thighs, to your hips before finally leaning up, his eyes scanning your body. “so beautiful,” he murmured, his fingertips playing with the hem of your shirt, “may I?” He asked and without saying anything you leant up so he could take the fabric off you. “fucking perfect,” Daemon muttered at your exposed skin, his lips soon latching onto your neck and leaving a trail of kisses and occasional hickeys from your collar bone to your tits, down to your stomach and thighs.

As Daemon reached your thighs his movements slowed as he placed soft kisses on the sensitive skin. You suddenly remembered how much you had been missing his touch. You could feel your breathing falter as his breath fanned over your wet pussy. Daemon continued to kiss your skin, edging closer and closer with each soft peck before finally he placed a wet kiss to your cunt making you gasp lightly.

You could feel his chuckle vibrate against your cunt as he placed another, slow and open mouth kiss to your cunt making you shiver. “you taste so good,” you heard him murmur against your skin before licking up your folds. You whimpered as his tongue began to lap up your folds, your hand tangling in his icy hair to try containing yourself.

Daemon grabbed your thighs, moving them to go over his shoulders as he continued his movements. “so good,” he would praise between licks, kisses, and sucks all while squeezing your thighs. You felt your body want to clench them around his head like you had done in the past, but you did your best to stop yourself until you felt him almost pulling your thighs around his head.

As Daemons tongue began to move in and out of you, his nose nuzzling perfectly against your clit, you could feel a knot quickly approaching in your stomach. Your thighs clenched tighter around his head as you felt your orgasm spill through your body, but Daemon did not stop his tongue till your body went limp, your legs twitching over his shoulders. Daemon pulled back panting before placing a soft kiss on your inner thigh.

“such a pretty mess,” Daemon cooed as he crawled up your body, kissing you deeply, his face still wet with your juices. This kiss was deep and messy, and any thoughts of insecurity had been washed away with all your other thoughts as you felt Daemons hand slip between you both. You whined into the kiss when you felt his fingers teasing your entrance, “and such pretty noises too,” he praised as he sunk his fingers in slowly, stretching you out for him.

You whimpered as Daemon began to curl his fingers, coaxing you back to the edge as his lips moved to suck on your neck and collar bones. He moved his thumb to press over your clit, circling it softly as he fucked you slowly with his fingers while you whined and begged for more. “please,” you whined as his fingers began to brush past your sensitive spot.

“please what?” Daemon asked, his hot breath fanning your skin while his eyes bore into yours.

“please fuck me please,” you begged, shame now lost on you as you craved his touch.

When his fingers pulled out you whined at the empty feeling but when you were excited as you watched Daemon reach for the hem of his boxers. You waited with anticipation as he quickly discarded the fabric at the side of the bed, holding his hard and desperate cock in his hands. “this is what you want?” He asked, a smirk toying his lips as he began to trail his tip up and down your folds.

“yes,” you whined as his tip rubbed over your sensitive clit. “please,” you begged when you felt his tip slowly push into your entrance.

Your hips bucked up, trying to coax him in but Daemon held your hips down, “relax darling,” he said, easing in slowly as he stretched you out, “let me take care of you,” he said as he finally sunk his cock all the way in making you whimper. “so good,” Daemon mumbled as he slowly began his thrusts, one of his hands reaching to squeeze your tit. “so, fucking good,” his thrusts began to speed up, but his eyes never stopped raking your body, praises and curses falling from his perfect lips.

You could feel another orgasm approaching, desperate for it to fall over you again. Daemon could feel your cunt squeezing around him, unsure of how long he could last. Daemon grabbed your legs, pulling them up so he could sink in deeper, his thrusts hitting a deep and steady pace as he began or rub messy circles into your clit. You felt your body tightening, your eyes closing when you felt Daemon hand grabbing your throat, “keep those pretty eyes open darling. I wanna see you,” he said, squeezing lightly making your eyes roll back into your skull as your orgasm ripped through your body.

No sooner than you had come down from your second high was Daemon pulling out to flip you on your front, pulling you to be on your knee’s ass in the air before he sunk his cock back in. His pace was faster as he began to chase his own high but your two previous had already made you so sensitive to his touch. You felt him grabbing your hips, squeezing them tightly as he fucked you into the pillow, “gods these fucking hips,” he said, spanking your ass as he continued his messy thrusts, “could grab them all day,”

It didn’t take long till you could feel his cock twitch inside you. Daemons thrusts faltered as he chased his high and with one final deep thrust you felt him tense behind you, his cum spilling inside you. Daemon wrapped his arm around your hip, holding you up as he caught his breath, before gently laying you down. Daemon crashed onto the bed beside you as you rolled onto your back. “that was amazing,” you gasped as you tried to catch your breath.

“no, you were amazing,” Daemon panted, his head turning to face yours with a lazy smirk on his face, “don’t you ever try hide from me again. I adore you too much for you to run from me,"

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