#lookit them lips

[lunearobservatory]

•put that pretty thing on a billboard!•

it's stormy and sad and i miss socal. here's your pin up women's swimwear beach cal to snack on. he'd look good in a coke ad.

real talk been goin through some shit. only now drawing again :) it'll all be okay. i'll go to the beach soon

here's a few final versions i didnt end up jiving with

love the pink one the absolute most tbh. the three of these look like neapolitan ice cream awe cute

working on pr&bb again. have two ref sheets now i'll finish florida's then finally be back to normal art :) until then

[buckyalpine]

A thot. A smutty, slutty, scandalous thot. With Bodyguard Bucky. Possessiveness, size kink, breeding kink, all of it. Now, imagine being the sweet, quiet, beautiful wife of the esteemed John Walker, CEO of Walker Industries. You sit at his table, clapping with the proudest smile on your face as he accepts an award for another successful year. Your husband dedicates all his success to the beautiful woman who has supported him through all the ups and downs, who has been by his side through it all.

You.

You blow a shy kiss in his direction when the cameras pan over to you, giggling at the wink he throws back. The press will have a field day about the most envied couple in the world, so perfect and so in love. As the night nears its end, your husband gives your hand a squeeze from where he sits beside you, leaning over to whisper in your ear.

"Going to have to stop by office darling, one our major investors just called" He kisses your cheek affectionately with an apologetic look on his face but the understanding smile you give him back lets him know you're not the least bit upset.

"Of course, I'll miss you" You reply and take a sip from your champagne, appearing oblivious to the glances that are thrown your way by the others as your husband leaves without you, his secretary following closely behind him.

All the hushed whispers.

Poor woman has no idea.

All the secrets.

Just a pretty thing on his arm, probably doesn't have a clue.

Doesn't have a clue her husband has been carrying on with his secretary late into the nights and all through out his business trips.

Such a shame she's none the wiser. Has no one thought to tell her? Pity she's genuinely so in love with him.

Truly such a shame, wasn't it?

Such a shame your husband had no idea your bodyguard fucked your brains out till he busted balls deep in side you every chance he got.

Bucky doesn't say a word as he leads you out of the venue, his arm wrapped protectively around your waist, helping you into the car. As soon as he slipped in beside you, you rolled up the dark partition before slinking onto his lap and slamming your lips against his. Bucky groaned against your lips, his hands finding their way home to grope and spank your ass, guiding your hips to grind down on his erection straining against his black pants.

"Need me to take care of you, huh princess" He murmured against the shell of your ear before going back to lacing his tongue with yours causing a shiver to run down your spine, nipping his pouty lip and grasping onto the lapels of his blazer.

No time was wasted as you straightened yourself out upon entering your home, quickly dismissing the staff to leave for the night, giving you free reign to do as you pleased.

As soon as the house was empty, he tossed you over his shoulder, striding up the stairs and straight to the master bedroom. He dropped you onto your large bed, tearing your dress in half down the middle, letting the material fall away at your feet.

"Fuck this" He grabbed your left hand, tugging off the wedding band you wore for appearances and tossing it carelessly across the room. He took off the silver tog tags that hung around his neck, slipping them over your head and letting his name sit perfectly between your breasts, the sight making him feral.

"Didn't even bother with panties" Bucky licked his lips at the sight of your bare naked body, not even a tiny sliver of lace covering your modesty. "You knew, didn't you"

"Always" You purred, knowing damn well your husband would fuck off to bang his desperate little secretary, unknowingly also giving you the night of your life you so badly craved. You crawled to the middle of the bed, your legs spread while Bucky tossed his blazer and shirt off, his pants and brief's quick to follow.

"Lookit you baby, so naughty, fuckin' your bodyguard in the same bed your husband sleeps in"

You let out a needy whimper while he stayed at the edge of the bed enjoying the view, his hand coming down to wrap around his cock giving himself long, languid strokes.

"James, please" you pleaded with a pout but Bucky just smirked in return, hissing as he swiped his thumb over the wet slit of his cockhead.

"I know prinţesă, I know, let me look at how pretty you are" He cooed, joining you on the bed and slotting himself between your legs. You wrapped your arms around his thick shoulders while he let his cock slip between your folds, rolling his hips to hump against your bare cunt. "You're soaked angel, been waiting for this, hm?"

"Wanted you so bad, need you James" Your hips bucked up, chasing the feeling of his fat cock rubbing against you, his swollen cockhead bumping your clit every time he pushed forward. "No teasing, please, missed your cock so bad"

"Shhh, you have me baby, m'right here, yeah?" Bucky kissed away the tears that started to slip down your cheeks, your arousal smearing all over his balls. He guided his dripping cockhead to press against your clit making you cry out, circling his most sensitive parts against yours, "M'right here, feel that angel? Y'feel how wet m'getting for you baby, right on that pretty clit, such a good girl letting me jus' leak all over her slutty little pussy, fuck theres so much precum 'nd m'not even inside you yet"

You'd never felt more empty, clawing at Bucky's back, your pussy fluttering and clenching over the way his silky tip kept tracing circles around your throbbing, sensitive bud. He flicked his cockhead across your clit a few times before lining himself up with your entrance.

"S'fuckin' tight, sh-shit" Bucky moaned as he started to press into you, sliding all the way home in one swift motion. He stayed still, holding your body close to his while your legs wrapped around his waist, your heels digging into his ass, begging for him to do something.

"Move Jamie, please, c'mon, fuck me damn it, I need you, I need- FUCCKK" Your words slurred into sobs as Bucky started to fuck you hard and fast, already too needy with having to get a night alone with you.

"Needed me huh angel? fuckin' needed you too, s'all I think about pretty girl, just me n' you, how-oh fuck- how are you so tight around my cock" Bucky rambled, bringing his knee up to get a deeper angle, his hands coming to lace with yours, pinning you against the mattress.

"Missed-fuck-missed you Jamie" You whimpered, your pussy squeezing and sucking his cock back in,

"My baby loves her fat cock, I know, know you're so empty when I can't fill you up sweet girl, you love your bodyguard's big dick don't you" The taunt in his voice only got you off more, your eyes rolling back as he continued to rail you. "You're pussy's choking me so tight, don't think I can hold back tonight princess, don't think I'll be able to pull out"

"Don't" you whispered and something in the air switched, the highly charged sexual tension replaced with something more desperate and needy as you clung onto each other reading closer and closer to your highs.

"Mmph, y'can't say that, gonna wet your bed with my cum prinţesă, you'd like that wouldn't you, my cum covering all your sheets, your pillows smelling like me, letting me fill you up till your belly gets all swollen"

Bucky's voice melted into a whine, his dominance faltering into something needier, quickly shoving the thought away because he knew there was no chance. It would never happen. You'd never be so careless for such an accident to happen.

"Want it Jamie, want it all with you, please, don't-fuck, oh God-don't pull out" Your glassy eyes wet with tears showed no signs of deception but it couldn't be. He searched your gaze and you could see the innocence in his face wishing this were real, the way his body moved with yours, wishing it was just you and him. "St-stopped taking birth control"

Bucky sobbed at your confession, fucking you harder, making the headboard slam against the wall with his powerful thrusts. His hips snapped , shoving his cock all the way into your pussy, his balls growing heavier at the thought of leaving a piece of him inside of your fertile womb.

"you're fuckin' mine, you hear me? Mine. Mine. Mine. Say it!" Bucky grunted, biting your neck making you scream, your back arching off the bed, pressing your chest further against his.

"M'yours, all yours, just' yours" You slurred out, eyes rolling back and your moans turning nearly silent as immense pleasure crept down your spine.

"Gonna put my baby in you, make you mine forever, fuck your husband, your gonna be the mother of my child, just you prinţesă, all you, ALL YOU" Bucky roared against your neck as he shot ropes of his cum deep in your pussy, giving you harsh, sloppy thrusts as he grew more sensitive. He wrapped his arms around your body with his face tucked into your neck, shuddering at the feeling of your soft hands caressing his back, running your fingers through his soft cropped locks.

You hardly noticed him carrying you over to his room down the hall, tucking you into the warm sheets, resting your head on his chest, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"I love you" You murmured, smiling at the empty space on your ring finger and feeling the comforting coolness of his chain around your neck.

One day.

"I love you more, prinţesă" Bucky murmured, meaning every word as you both drifted off to sleep.

You couldn't wait to leave your husband.

a/n: This was meant to be way sluttier and less in the feels so might need to revisit this with a different version

[kayhi808]

First Crush

You've been working at Avenger's Tower for a few weeks as one of Nick Fury's executive assistants. It's a demanding job and the hours are sometimes unpredictable, but the pay is amazing. As a single mother, it's hard to turn down good money. You were determined to make this work.

The sun was just brightening the sky when you are rudely woken up by a foot to the shoulder. Peeking out of one eye, you see a little foot resting up against your shoulder. Why does this child sleep so wildly? Rolling to the side, you have a second of peace before you're kicked between your shoulder blades. You groan & feel little hands grip your hips, and another jab between your shoulders as your baby tries to pull herself up. "Mama?" You're silent, pretending to sleep. You feel the weight of her little body leaning on your shoulder and her warm breath in your ear. "Mama? Are you sleep?" You feel her fingers try to pry your eyes open.

You roll over on your back so she's stuck between you and the mattress, "I'm awake now." Her giggle is music to your ears.

"Mama! Moof! I'm stuck." You feel her squirming beneath you.

You move gathering her to you, "G'morning, Abby." Showering her with kisses. Your phone rings from the nightstand. Grabbing it, you see it's work & you quickly answer it. The person scheduled to work, got into a car accident on the way in. You let them know you have your daughter, and don't have a babysitter today, but they are desperate. They tell you to bring her in & she can stay in your office with you. Sighing, you hang up & look down at your daughter, "Want to visit Mommy's work?"

****

You make it to work with Abby in tow. You spread a blanket on the floor next to your desk & set up her toys. The morning runs smoothly and you head to the cafeteria for lunch. You feel eyes on you and Abby, but you try to ignore them. It's hard when Abby is smiling and waving at everyone she sees. "OH! Mama, lookit!" She lets go of your hand & waddles off.

"Abby, no. Come back here." You place your tray of food on the table & follow, her. Oh, no no no. She makes her way directly to Bucky Barnes. He's intimidated you since you started. You haven't seen him smile. He's with a constant frown or glare on his face. Currently he's having lunch with Captain Rogers and Black Widow. "Abby," you hiss.

"Hi," she taps his thigh and smiles at everyone at the table.

Grabbing her hand, "I...I"m so sorry." You try to tug her away, but she just leans up against Bucky's leg.

Steve smiles, "Who do we have here?"

She looks up at Bucky even though Steve asked the question, "I'm Abigail Rose."

Bucky looks confused but Steve and Nat can't help the smile on their faces. "it's nice to meet you," Steve tries again, but your daughter only has eyes for Bucky. She props her elbow on his lap, staring up at him.

You are mortified. "Ok, Abby. You need to eat your lunch. Your food is getting cold."

Abby places her hand on Bucky's Vibranium arm, "But Mama, look how pretty! I loves it. Does it make yous strong? " Steve & Nat laugh.

"I'm so sorry," giving Bucky an apologetic look. "Yes, it's very nice, He's very...strong. Let's let the nice people finish their lunch." You feel flushed & want the ground to open up and swallow you whole.

She takes your hand but returns to Bucky and peels one of the many stickers on her shirt off & places it on his arm, giving him a flirty smile before returning to you. His blue eyes meet yours & a hint of a smile touches his lips.

Next chapter

@wintrsoldrluvr

[partycatty]

Johnny cage and mayB some others being mind numbingly in love

Like they talk to reader and everytime just feel so stupid afterwards because theyre so in love and do stupid shit to impress

i love stupid men anon this works so well for me

johnny, raiden, kung lao, syzoth > stupid in love

warnings: big stupid hot sexy men (what else is new?), bojack horseman minor spoiler?? LMFOAMOF

+ bonus surprise character at the very end

masterlist

johnny >

• have you guys LMAO have you guys seen the. DLGHSDKJ the episode of bojack horseman where bojack gives diane the D in from the hollywood sign?? johnny is SO extra like that and for WHAT.

• OR YOU GUYS KNOW WHEN TODDLERS LIKE REALLY WANT TO SHOW YOU SOMETHING AND THEY JUST KEEP SAYING "LOOKIT" LMFAFOIFMOA

• "reader, reader are you watching - reader, reader watch -" as he's like about to absolutely FUCK UP a nerds rope or some stupid shit

• okay i'll be fr. johnny is by far the most concerningly extra of the entire group. he will put himself in stupid danger just to impress you.

• "watch me take on all these guys at once!" he'll call out to you during your time at the academy, surrounded by a dozen monks. he's in a sling and bandages the next day.

• "kenshi, i bet you sento that i can jump from the roof like bi-han did!" BAM.

• he'd randomly give you expensive gifts out of absolutely nowhere. or he'd give his one of many glasses away to you because he "has no use for them" or they're "out of style" (he's lying, he just wants to see you wear something that's his).

• oh? you briefly mention you're a tad chilly during training? oh no, johnny's top fell off, i guess he has to give it to you now. you know, to stay warm. oh, you don't want his top? okay, here's a comically fluffy, expensive coat! and it just so happens to be your size...!

• lowkey i headcanon johnny as, despite being an actor, pretty blushy if someone matches his energy or really gets under his skin. you'll pass by him with a witty comment about his fighting style, or even just to tell him he cleaned up nice after getting his ass kicked by raiden. johnny just stands there with steam spitting from his red ears, hand on his chest as he fights a stupid grin.

• he is down ASTRONOMICALLY. not even the elder gods can stop this man from being so drunk in love when you're around. he makes it everyone's problem.

raiden >

• we see how flustered he gets when he's called out by kitana. he's a grown man with dick and balls but he's also flustered very easily! he'll be decently vocal about his affection for you, but then word trickles down to your ear, at which point it's so over for him.

• walks into walls when he's so entranced by you training. like face first into a wall, his hat fluttering to the ground. kung lao loses it.

• he can't even hear what you're saying when you speak to him, it sounds like an angel muffled by the clouds of heaven. raiden's also not the greatest with his powers granted by the amulet. if you go in to touch his arm playfully, a jolt of electricity pricks your palm and you yelp. raiden can only sputter apologies as he bows down, his cheeks tinted.

• he's the type to do little favors for you, ones you barely notice. your spot at the table is tidied, the training dummy is prepped for your fighting style, or he's the first one to bring you something if you forget it. that, and tiny favors to butter you up to him.

• "reader, you said you were nauseous last training. i prepared you some tea," he'd slide the small cup over to you, fighting a goofy smile. he rehearsed his script a few times, so he sounded more static than intended.

• will ask you questions about training or the weather just to hear your voice. he couldn't even recall what you were saying, he just loved the way your lips moved.

• kung lao pokes at him for this often, nudging him or making comments about you being his partner when you're not. raiden will stomp on his foot to keep him from talking about his infatuation if you're around. as if you don't already know.

kung lao >

• he's totally the bouncing on his heels type of man. he'll stare at you with a stupid grin, like a kid in a candy store.

• "was there something you needed, kung lao?" you'd ask as you tended to your own duties, organizing various equipment into baskets.

• "ah, no, not at all," he'd wave you off with a grin. "just enjoying... the view."

• you cringe at his words, chuckling to yourself as he speaks you in a daze. his mouth runs off before his brain can stop it from happening, so his biggest downfall with his crush is yapping. he'll sit there and explain his family history to you, or how much he hated farming cabbage, or his favorite meal at madam bo's just to keep you around long enough.

• kung lao always has this desire to keep you close by, so he continuously does stupid shit to keep you by his side. including but not limited to accidentally slicing his hands on his hat, one that he swore was a genius idea. in concept, probably.

• he wants to impress you so bad. SO BAD. anything he does is deserving of a bragging right if he's the one to do it. lao would totally try to shrug it off so you could gas him up more. any compliment, forced or not, was music to his ears.

• "yeah, i totally beat raiden," he'll check his nails nonchalantly as he leans against the wall, telling you the story of the cabbage competition for dinner against his best friend. "really swept him."

• "that's just not true," raiden would try to interject when he heard lao's version of the story. kung lao just holds eye contact with you, grinning, as he shoves raiden aside by his face.

syzoth >

• im sorry IM SORRY BUT I JUST LOVE THE HC THAT HIS TAIL WAGS I KNOW THATS NOT HOW THAT WORKS JUST- JUST BEAR WITH ME.

• you hear thumping when you're around, though you're never able to find out where it's coming from, so you chalk it up to the monks landing blows against the wooden dummies.

• but the sound lingers when you're at dinner. the table is... rattling.

• you look up to see if anyone else notices or if you were hit too hard during training. but, you see everyone staring past you. just down the table, syzoth is sitting with a pile of bugs on his plate, his tail thumping in and out of view.

• "syzoth," kenshi will gently say, leaning into his ear to whisper something. syzoth flushes a green tint and tries to resume to his meal, the bugs scurrying out of his chopsticks as he struggles to keep it together.

• out of respect for his dignity, you hold your tongue at his obvious affection. syzoth tries to keep it under wraps but he can't help it when you're just so cute!

• he'll stand close by you, inching closer and closer until you notice. he'll slip you little trinkets and flora with a small smile. anything from a rock that matches the shades of your eye, to a flower he picked by the gardens, to a stick. a nice stick, to be fair! you wonder if this is zaterran courtship.

• "it reminded me of you," he'd lean into your ear. your bedside table is decorated with various... outside decor.

BONUS! kitana >

• kitana knew she couldn't get entangled with the umgadi after seeing how risky mileena is with tanya, but my god were you breathtaking.

• you would often accompany her in the carriages as she waved to her people, eyes transfixed on her. you're devoted to her protection. it is your god-given duty. your eye contact was too much at times, and kitana would often catch herself staring at you, her hand suspended in the air. she'd forget to wave.

• "is everything alright, my princess?" you would ask innocently, in a low tone to avoid raising suspicion. kitana's mind short circuits when you call her... yours. even if you're referring to the umgadi's worship. she shakes her head and clears her throat, pulling her mask up higher to conceal her blush.

• if she were to give speeches on her mother's behalf or otherwise, she'd find herself forgetting what the rehearsed, or hell, struggling to rehearse. you were the one she'd come to for help with speeches, yet you made things ten times harder when you'd lean in to listen to her better. it makes her mind absolutely numb.

• "and you tell me to steer away from the umgadi," mileena would rasp into her ear as the sister sat on their thrones, you positioned by her side and eyes forward. "it seems you picked a favorite, sister."

• "i'm not the only guilty one," she'd hiss back to her sister, nodding at tanya. "it won't get in the way of duties, as long as mother doesn't know."

• you'd fight to netherrealm and back for your princess. as you fight off intruders or threats, kitana forgets to escape, instead transfixed on the way your muscles would contract and flex with each blow.

• she wants to be the one to care for your wounds. the power imbalance means nothing to her, you're her equal.

[cera-writes]

Balcony Tryst

A/N: I've had this idea for a while. Wrote this while listening to House of the Rising Sun by Lauren O'Connell. Summary: Remy LeBeau and you share a private suite overlooking Bourbon Street in New Orleans. Things get heated quickly ;) Tags: voyeurism, nsfw, public sex, handjob

The night air was thick with the heady scent of Bourbon Street and the distant hum of New Orleans' nightlife. The balcony of the private suite wrapped around them like a secret cocoon, shielding their passionate encounter from prying eyes below. Remy LeBeau, his lean body pressed against yours, his hands gripping the balustrade as he steadied himself, his breath hot against your neck.

"Y'feel s'good, chere," he murmured, his voice a low, seductive growl that sent shivers down your spine. His Cajun accent was more pronounced in the quiet of your balcony, each word dripping with desire.

You could feel his hardness against your palm, the rhythm of your stroking matching the pounding of your heart. You moved your hand faster, relishing the way his body responded, the soft moans escaping him, the way he bit down gently on your shoulder, a mix of pain and pleasure sparking through you.

"Remy," you gasped, turning your head slightly to meet his gaze, "you're so... intense."

He chuckled, the sound deep and rich, as he nuzzled your ear. "It's jus' you, ma chérie. Y'bring out dis side of me."

The city lights twinkled below, casting a soft glow over the balcony, highlighting the curves of his muscles as he moved with you. His free hand traveled up your back, pulling you closer, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin that made you shiver.

"Tell me what you want," you whispered, your voice catching in your throat as you felt his body tense with anticipation.

"Remy wan'chu," he breathed, his lips brushing against your cheek, "all of you, right here, right now."

You leaned into him, your body flush against his, feeling the heat between you rise. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you and the intoxicating thrill of the moment.

"Show me," you challenged, your voice barely above a whisper, your hand still moving confidently up and down his length.

Remy's response was immediate. He turned you around, pressing you against the cool cast iron of the balcony, his body sheltering yours from the slight breeze. His hands found your hips, gripping them tightly as he positioned himself behind you.

"Look at me," he commanded, his voice firm yet tender. You obeyed, meeting his fiery gaze over your shoulder. The intensity in his eyes was palpable, a mix of passion and possession that made your breath hitch.

"You're mine tonight," he declared, his tone leaving no room for doubt. "And Remy gon show you how good it be."

With that, he entered you slowly, deliberately, watching your face for any sign of discomfort. You bit your lip, holding back a moan as he filled you, the sensation overwhelming in the best possible way.

"Dat's it, ma chérie," he encouraged, his voice thick with emotion as he began to move, his thrusts steady and deep. "Take all of me."

You closed your eyes, letting the sensations wash over you. Each stroke of his body against yours was a promise, each touch a testament to the connection you shared. The world outside the balcony faded into insignificance, the noise of the bustling streets below nothing but a distant echo.

"Remy," you whimpered, the word torn from your lips as he hit a particularly sensitive spot, "please..."

"What'cha need, chere?" he panted, his movements growing more urgent, his hands roaming over your body, exploring every curve, every dip.

You didn't have the words, not then, not when all you could focus on was the delicious friction, the way he made you feel alive, wanted, cherished.

"Just you," you managed, your voice cracking with emotion. "Always you."

Remy kissed your shoulder, his teeth grazing your skin gently as he quickened his pace, his body slick with sweat, his breaths coming in sharp gasps.

"Lookit dem," he suddenly said, his voice husky as he nodded towards the street below. Your eyes followed his gesture, spotting a couple paused under a streetlight, their shadows entwined. "D'ey can't see us, but d'ey know we're here."

The idea of being watched, even indirectly, sent a thrill through you. It was taboo, dangerous, yet incredibly erotic. You could feel Remy's excitement grow, his grip on your hips tightening as he pounded into you with renewed vigor.

"F-fuck yes," you gasped, your voice mingling with his in a symphony of desire. "Let them know."

Remy's laughter was wild, unrestrained, as he claimed you fully, his body a blur of motion, his emotions laid bare. "D'ey envy us, chere," he growled, his voice raw with passion. "D'ey wish d'ey were us."

The thought was heady, empowering. You arched your back, offering yourself to him completely, your fingers digging into the iron railing as you rode out the wave of pleasure building within you.

"Remy," you cried out, your voice carrying on the night air, "I'm close."

"D'en come for Remy. Unravel for me," he demanded, his own release imminent. "Let me feel it, cher."

With a final surge of energy, you let go, your body convulsing around him as waves of ecstasy crashed over you. Remy followed soon after, his groan of completion mingling with yours, his body shuddering with the force of his climax.

For a moment, there was silence, save for your ragged breathing and the distant sounds of the city. Remy remained inside you, his forehead resting against your shoulder, his body still humming with the aftermath of passion.

"Chere," he murmured, his voice soft, almost reverent, "dat was..."

You turned in his arms, your fingers tracing the lines of his face, his chest, still heaving with exertion. "Perfect," you finished for him, your smile gentle, loving.

Remy kissed you then, a slow, deep kiss that spoke of promises and possibilities, of nights like this and many more to come. When he pulled away, his eyes held a glimmer of mischief.

"Ready for another round, ma chérie?" he teased, his hand trailing down your spine, reigniting the fire within you.

You laughed, the sound light and carefree, as you pulled him closer, ready to explore the depths of your desires once more.

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

You guys really got me to one thousand likes in less than two days.

I don't even know what's happening but it's pulling me out of a really awful writer's block.

I have more ideas than I know what to do with so expect a good bit of content in the future.

You're all incredible 💗 ❤️

Have some Shanks headcanons, ranging from fluffy to spicy. As a treat.

I was a little iffy about Live Action Shanks at first, since he was literally my first manga/anime crush ever. But he grew on me more with every scene.

Especially that final scene where he saw Luffy's wanted poster. I mean....

Lookit that smile 🥹

So anyway.

LA!Shanks X Fem!Reader

Shanks A — Z

A — Afterglow (How are they after sex?)

Holding you close and telling you how much he adores you.

He's going to give you anything you want. Anything.

"Do you need anything, sweetheart? I've got you."

You want a bath, he's going to run it for you, carry you there once it's ready, and help you bathe.

Food or a drink, you just lay down, he's got it.

Shanks is completely and utterly devoted to making you feel like a goddess after sex.

Showering you with soft, tender kisses and caresses and endless praise, rubbing his fingers between your wet folds to prolong your pleasure as long as possible.

If it seems like he's trying to coax you into another round, he probably is. Your're going to have to outright tell him you're if spent, because he can't get enough of you.

B — Backrubs? (Do they like them? Like giving them?)

You can expect it nightly. You're his princess and he's going to pamper you.

He might only have one hand, but dear gods those fingers are magic.

He's not asking anything in return, but if you're offering then he isn't going to turn you down.

Closing his eyes and groaning as your fingers work through the tension in his muscles.

"Oh, you're too good for me, love."

C — Cuddling (Do they enjoy cuddling a lot ot only at certain moments?)

If you're within arm's reach, then Shanks has his arm around you.

His main mode of affection is physical.

Pulling you you to his side, resting his head over yours, tugging you down onto his lap.

He wants you close, as much and as often as you're willing to be, and he does't give a damn who sees.

D — Dance (Are they good at it? Do they enjoy it?)

Not really big on dancing, but if you want to he isn’t going to turn you down.

He'll take any excuse he can get to hold you close.

Tucking your hair behind your ear so he can rest his temple against yours.

His arm curled loosely around your back.

E — Extravagant Gestures (Things they do to make you feel loved)

He would literally move mountains for you if he could.

You tell him your dreams, well now they're his dreams too.

Anything you accomplish, whether alone or with his help, warrants the most lavish of celebrations.

He isn’t particularly materialistic, but what his princess wants, she gets, no questions asked.

"If you wanted the moon, I would make this ship fly so you could stake your claim."

F — Fighting (How do they hand arguments/apologies?)

All puppy-dog eyes and pouts.

Shanks makes it impossible to stay mad at him for any reasonable length of time. He's just too damned adorable.

Wrapping an arm around you and laying his head on your shoulder, refusing to let you go until you listen.

Even if it's a serious argument, the look of utter heartbreak on his face makes you cave every time.

"Come on, sweetheart. Just name it, I'll do anything."

He isn’t too proud to apologize—he knows when he's in the wrong, and he'll do anything in his power to make it up to you.

G — Going Out (What do they do for dates?)

If Shanks is the one doing the planning, you can expect to end up one of two places.

You might be at the nearest tavern, going shot for shot on rum until you can't see straight, singing sea shanties into the dark hours of morning.

Or laid out on a secluded stretch of beach in the moonlight, sharing a bottle or two, wrapped up in each others' arms and lips and forgetting the passage of time entirely.

He's happy doing anything that means he gets to spend time with you, though, so he's fine with going out of his element if you have something else in mind.

H — Heartache (How would they handle it if you broke up with them?)

Don't. Please. Just don't. He'll be inconsolable.

He'll cry. Don't make Shanks cry. That's just heartless.

He won't show it in front of his crew. He'll keep up his usual carefree and aloof facade.

But once he's alone, he'll be in complete shambles.

He'll probably drink himself senseless.

He loves hard, with every fabric of his being, and losing you would utterly destroy him.

I — Intimacy (When are they intimate with you? And how often?)

Literally all the time.

Shanks always kisses you like no one's watching, pulling you flush against him and delving his tongue between your lips and squeezing your rear.

In his eyes, there's no wrong time to show how much he treasures you. How much he wants you.

His ship could be under fire by a full Marine armada and he would still pull you in for a slow, sweet kiss if the mood struck.

In fact he'd probably do it just to show the Marines how completely unbothered he is.

J — Joker (How do they make you laugh)

If Shanks isn't cracking some stupid joke, you're worried something is wrong.

He loves making people laugh, loves seeing people laughing and enjoying life.

And making *you* laugh? That gives him life.

He's gone far as to pull your panties on while you're alone together in the captain's cabin and imitate you being dramatic about something until you're begging him to stop before you choke to death on your own giggles.

K — Kissing (How good? How often?)

If you're within eyeshot, he *has* to kiss you.

He knows that his crew will roll their eyes and tease him about it, but he doesn't care. Your lips are like a drug and he simply can't get enough.

His kisses tend to be light and plauful.

Lightly biting and pulling at your bottom lip.

Flicking his tongue across lips to coax yours out.

Letting his tongue swirl slowly around yours before pulling back and leaving you craving more.

Pulling you into his lap when he deepens the kiss.

Lifting his hand to flip off anyone with the audacity to tell you two to get a room.

"Don't pay them any mind, princess. They're just a bunch of jealous pricks."

L — Lay down (How do they sleep with you? Are they a cuddler or do they prefer their space?)

He has to be against you in bed.

If you roll away in your sleep, he will subconsciously shift closer to you.

Spooning is definitely his favorite—your back and your ass pressed up against him, his arm draped over your waist so he can caress your stomach or lay his palm over one of your soft breasts...absolute *heaven*.

M — Making babies (Do they want to settle down and have kids?)

Shanks is good with kids, being that he's practically an overgrown kid himself half the time.

All the same, he just...isn’t sure.

He loves you to death. Having a family with you would be a dream come true.

But if he had to leave his ship, his crew behind? He just isn’t sure he could do that.

Because he loves them to death, too.

N — Nervous? (How confident are they when it comes to romance?)

Shanks posseses the positively deadly combination of being unnecessarily charming and handsome, and incredibly aware of it.

Thus, his confidence is through the roof.

He knows he doesn't need anything more than a cheeky grin and a soft carress or two to get you in bed.

That being said, he'll spend all day subtly teasing you to the end of your sanity to make sure you want him as much as it's possible to want another person.

O — Oral Fixation (Giving or recieving? And how good are they?)

Absolutely a giver. He's incredible at it and he knows it.

And he's a terrible, terrible tease about it.

Taking you to the edge, making your thighs tremble...and then pulling away to brush his lips to your thighs and give you a cheeky grin.

"Oh, not yet, love. I love hearing you beg for it."

Keeping you on the edge until you're begging to come in complete and utter desperation before he finally lets you.

And then he isn't going to stop until you're begging him to.

He loves recieving just as much.

Really loves it when you pull him down an empty alley and get on your knees.Curling his fingers in your hair, groaning quietly and praising you endlessly.

His breath shaking as he resists the urge to thrust his hips forward and fuck your throat, wanting to enjoy the slow build-up.

"That's it, sweetheart. Look at me. I want to see those pretty eyes while you suck my cock."

P — Pet Peeves (Things they don't like in a partner)

Taking things too seriously. He's always joking around and having a good time, and all he wants is for you to do the same.

The silent treatment. It drives him absolutely insane. Just talk to him if there's something wrong, he wants to fix it.

Flirting with other men to make him jealous. Just don't. It's the one thing that truly gets under his skin, that could actually get him honestly angry with you.

Q — Quiet Time (How much alone time do they need, or do they want to be with you 24/7?)

Gives you your distance if you need it, but he does so begrudgingly.

He knows life is short—he got his arm bit off by a giant sea monster, for gods' sake—and he wants to spend as much time as he can with you.

Whether you're out having fun, fighting alongside each other, or curled up together in a hammock sharing a bottle of rum and enjoying a lazy afternoon.

He loves being with you, and he'll take any excuse he can get.

R — Romance (How romantic are they? Do they have to force it or does it come natural?)

Shanks's version of romance isn't fancy dinners and extravagant date nights.

It's lying on a beach watching the sunset with you.

Pushing you into the water and diving in after you, kissing you while you're both sopping wet.

Making love under a full moon.

Telling you every opportunity he gets how much he adores you.

"You know you're my greatest treasure, don't you, sweetheart?"

It's hard not to know when he tells you at least three times a day.

But the way he looks into your eyes when he says it still manages to melt your heart every time.

S — Spending Money (How much do they like to spend on you?)

Shanks isn't really much for materialism or consumerism.

You'll have to tell him if there's something you want, and he's not going to have any oroblem with getting it for you.

Every so often, something is going to catch his eye at some market in a port town.

Something that reminds him of you or that he thinks you'll like.

And he'll buy it without hesitation and give it to you with a big, goofy grin the second he sees you.

It's not all the time, but it makes it that much more special when it does happen.

T — Trust (Are they trusting of you? Jealous?)

He absolutely trusts you—that's how love is supposed to work.

But he can get a little jealous.

You wouldn't know it from the way he carries himself and jokes about it, but he does get a little insecure about missing an entire limb.

This can lead to him getting a little defensive and possessive if other men approach you—he's going to make sure it's known that you're his lover, and he'll always fight for you.

U — Underwear (What kind do they wear, and what kind do they like on you?)

Loose-fitting boxers are more comfortable.

He doesn't care what kind of underwear you wear, as long as it comes off easily.

And if you whisper in his ear that you're *not* wearing any?

You'd best buckle up, because he's putting you over his shoulder and carrying you off to the nearest private, or even semi-private location he can find to take advantage of this information.

V — Vulnerable (How vulnerable are they with you? Is it easy for them to open up to you?)

He is one hundred percent an open book with you.

You know everything about him. His life, his secrets, his aspirations.

He doesn't want anything to ever come up that could frighten you off, so he lays everything on the table surprisingly quickly.

W — Wine and Dine (Do they prefer meals at home or going out with you? Who does more of the cooking?)

He would much rather cook, preferably with you. He's not the best at it, but he's not awful either, given that he's had to be self-sufficient for a good bit of his life.

And if you're good at it, he's not to proud to take advice.

Any time spent with you is a wonderful time to him.

If you go out, it's probably going to be street food or tavern fare—fancy restaurants aren't his forte, and he's frankly not sure he would even have anything appropriate to wear.

X — X-Rated (How good are they in bed? What do they like?)

Hopefully you like being teased literally to the edge of sanity.

Major kink for edging you, making you beg for it.

And dear sweet fuck, is he good at it.

Whispering all the things he's going to do to you throughout the course of the day.

Pulling you down an alley or into a broom closet, pinning you to the wall and teasing you through your panties, stopping just short of letting you cum.

Subtle glances and touches.

He *loves* seeing you writhing in his bed, desperate for his touch while he kisses your neck, just trailing his fingertips up and down your inner thigh.

Holding you down by your hips so you can't even grind against him.

"Such an eager little thing. Just be patient, princess. You're going to get what you want."

Kissing down your breasts, taking time to stop and tease your nipples.

Pushing your thighs apart with his knees so he can circle a finger around your entrance, chuckling a little at your moans and whimpers before finally pushing it in.

Sitting up on his knees to watch you arch your hips, rubbing against your g-spot just long enough to get you gasping.

Pulling his finger back out and slowly circling it around your clit instead, before shifting back between your thighs and giving the sensitive bud a few teasing licks, watching you shiver in anticipation.

Keeping it slow and sensual, enjoying every second of being between your thighs, building your pleasure at a slow and steady pace that drives you crazy.

Holding onto your hip keep you from grinding against his tongue.

Pulling back the second you crest toward orgasm, chuckling at your whimpering and begging as he trails his lips across your inner thigh.

"You're just so adorable when you're desperate for it."

Keeping it going for what feels like hours, before finally tugging you in close and not relenting until you're trembling and falling apart beneath him.

Feeling you throbbing under his tongue and tighten up around his fingers is like a high for him.

Not stopping until your body goes limp and the only sounds you can make are a few little whimpers.

Soft, tender kisses amd whispered praises at your neck and lips and shoulders, his fingers combing through your hair, letting you recover for just a minute, even though he's aching for you.

Grinding his cock against your wet folds a few times before sliding slowly into you, groaning quietly in your ear.

"Oh, fuck, you're tight, love..."

Absolutely savors every second of being inside you, moving in long slow strokes, brushing his thumb across your cheek while he kisses you.

If you ask for it harder, he's going to give it to you—he's done with teasing you now. This is about you now, about what his princess wants.

And if you want it rough, then you're coming out of it with your neck and chest half-covered in hickies, and he's not stopping until he's sure you won't be able to walk tomorrow morning.

Holding back just long enough so you can climax at the same time, grunting out a quiet swear and pulling your hips flush against his to come deep inside you.

Slow, deep kisses while you both catch your breath and come down.

But don't be surprised if he's gearing up for another round soon. He really can never get enough of you.

Y — Yearning (How long will they pursue the person they're interested in before losing interest?)

It depends. If it's purely lust based, he's not going to pursue it very long and just move on.

If the feelings run deeper, though, he's absolutely shameless about it.

Relentless flirting and corny pick-up lines.

"Pardon me miss—do you have a map? It seems I've gotten lost in your eyes and I can’t find my way out."

Will absolutely get on his knees and beg you to give him a chance if he has to.

Puppy dog eyes in full effect.

It's pretty much pointless trying to resist.

Z — Zen (What do they do to wind down and relax? Do they prefer to do it alone or with you?)

A bottle of rum, a hammock stretched between a couple palm trees on some remote beach only he knows about, and his arm curled around you while you lie back against his chest.

Kissing your temple and playing with your hair.

He's always more relaxed when he has you with him.

[shotmrmiller]

Needs must II

Pairing: Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x F!Reader

WC: 1.9k

TW: unprotected p in v and smut + jealous Simon

It’s been months since you started your business arrangement with Ghost. Once a month, he’d test your very limits with a different kink of your choice. The sex was fantastic, and the way he treated you as if you were the only woman for him like he had feelings for you, had your heart soaring. He would sometimes even stay the night, and leave in the morning. 

It was only a matter of time before your dream came crashing down.

—

You texted him one day, asking if he was available for a work dinner as your plus one, and he responded that he couldn’t. I’m not available that weekend, he had said. How naive you were, thinking that maybe he had some friends to meet up with or something.

 I’ve got a couple of clients to meet. 

Silly little you, with your heart on your sleeve, asked him if he couldn’t cancel or postpone, that he didn’t need to have sex with you. 

This is my job, lovie. 

Just like that, your illusion shattered. His job, his job, his job. It’s all you were. All the lingering touches, the whispered words in your ear as he fucked you dumb with every sensual roll of his hips. A bloody job. Your tears welled up slowly but refused to fall. It’s your delusion that had led you here, heart aching over an escort. You were a big girl. You’d get over it.

Well, do you know someone else that can accompany me?

And that’s how you ended up with Johnny. He was beautiful, to say the least. Something out of a magazine. Twinkling blue eyes, straight white teeth with a mohawk, and a devastating roguish smile. 

“Name’s Johnny, hen. Ghost didnae tell me ye were such a bonnie lass,” and he raked his eyes from your toes, up, taking in your evening outfit. “I can see why he kept ye all to himself.” Your chest hurt at that. 

“Cute, Johnny. Adorable. Let’s get going, the less time I’m there, the better.” He moves to hang your purse over his shoulder, tucks your hand into the crook of his elbow, and shoots you a grin. 

“As my bonnie wishes.” You ignore how warm your cheeks feel with the way he looks at you. It’s just his job, after all.

—

You stumbled as your heel got caught on the rug in your bedroom, giggling into Johnny’s mouth as you fell back on the bed. The alcohol in your system had you feeling fuzzy, and your core throbbed just by feeling Johnny’s tongue entangle with yours. You truly hadn’t planned to sleep with him, but since he’s already here, and you’re feeling a bit melancholic, you might as well enjoy his company. You’ve paid for it, after all.

“A-ah,  Johnny, you’re gonna—” you pause to moan when he moves his lips down your neck and sucks on the delicate skin below your ear. 

“I’m gonna what, hen? Ye dinnae wanna see me on ye come mornin’?” he sucked a little harder and trailed nips down the column of your throat, sucking another bite by your collarbone. “Lift that dress up, hen, I wanna see those colorful knickers ye’ve been teasing me with all night.” 

You grasp the hem of your dress and raise it until your clothed core is exposed. He gazes down at you, his eyes taking in the obnoxious pink, sheer fabric. “Lookit tha’. I can see your wet slit, dripping just f’me, eh?” he lowers himself onto his knees, crystal blue eyes glued to your pussy. You dig your heels into your bed and raise your hips, intent on taking them off when Johnny stops you. “Leave it on. I’m gonna eat this pretty pussy over these cute little knickers,” licking a broad stripe from the bottom to the top of your slit. 

“God,” you whimpered as he flicks the tip of his tongue against your clit, then gives your bud one firm kiss, and another, before pulling away. 

“Not god, sweets, it’s Johnny.” He moves the gusset to the side, just enough to push in one thick finger, and then two, curling and pushing— intent on finding your sweet spot, all while continuously tonguing your clit. 

You sit up to grab the back of his head, grinding your hips against his mouth, and open your eyes. His heavy-lidded gaze is penetrating— blue eyes glowing in contrast to the dark colour of his eyelashes.

His fingers push into your front wall, stroking you so perfectly, and he flattens his tongue. You let out short, ragged gasps at the coil threatening to snap inside of you. Just a little more, s’all you need. 

“Johnny…” you keen, and it’s like he senses that you need a push because he encircles your clit with his lips over your knickers and sucks. 

Screaming your climax, your body curls in on itself, almost crushing Johnny’s head with your thighs from the force of your orgasm. Johnny feels your clit throbbing, pulsing, and he is so good because he doesn’t stop sucking on it, prolonging your intense pleasure. 

Releasing him from your leg prison, you fall back limp, your vision hazy as if you’re looking at a dream sequence in a movie. 

“Ye ok, bonnie?” and the uh-huh that slips out of your mouth must sound as stupid as it did to you because he lets out a low chuckle. 

“Well, because ye told me it was supposed to only be a date, I didnae bring any condoms.”  Sluggishly, you point at your nightstand.

“I’ve got some.” You close your eyes for a second, taking in steady, calming breaths, trying to gather your wits when he breaks the silence of the room. 

“Ach, these are latex. I’m allergic to latex, sweets.” Opening your eyes, you stare at the ceiling to weigh out your choices. You can’t let him leave until he fucks you into the mattress so hard you become one with it. Damn the alcohol for making you so horny, your inhibitions are lowered. Or maybe Johnny did this to you.

“I figure you’re clean?” 

“‘Course, hen. It’d be really bad f’business to not be.” 

With a conceding sigh, you nod, taking off your heels. "Right. Then get over here and fuck me.”

You hear him take off his clothes, “Lie back, hands on the headboard, if ye would.” 

Grabbing on, he crawls to you and swipes the head of his cock on your sopping cunt, pulling a hiss from behind your teeth. “Lookit tha’. Greedy cunt is ready f’me.” And to prove just how greedy you are, you spread your legs wider, silently begging for him to take you. And he does. Inch by devastating inch, his thick cock stretches you, to the point of stinging pain, and it must’ve reflected on your face because he leans forward to kiss you, and whispers against your lips, “ooh, big stretch, bonnie. Take a breath f’me,” slowly pushing forward until he’s completely sheathed within you.

He waits a bit, kissing you as you get used to him. “Y’ready f’me? I’m gonna fuck ye so good, yer gonna think of me when ye touch yerself.” When you don’t say anything, he raises himself up with one arm, using the other hand to give you a light tap on your cheek. “Y’hear me?” This time you jerkily nod. “Good.” He rises to his haunches and presses your thighs to your chest, your feet flat against his strong chest. He pushes back in, this time grinding his hips into you, before starting an unrelenting, punishing rhythm. The wails you let out were that of a dying animal, but you couldn’t care less. Johnny was hitting the right spot over and over, bringing tears to your eyes. “F-fuck, oh, I—ah,” and then he canted his hips to catch your clit with every thrust. 

You felt the fire of an oncoming orgasm in your belly, and you moved your hands from the headboard to claw at his sides, nails digging into his obliques. Your toes curled into his chest, fingers scratching welts downward as your peak slammed into you with the strength of a battering ram. 

“Oh my godddd, please! Oh fuck please please don’t stop!” and you heard the cruel laugh Johnny let out in response to your begging. 

“As if anyone could stop me,” your walls flutter around his cock, and he growls, “Go on then, bonnie,” and starts pounding into you at a bruising pace, “Give me my reward.”

You scream, again, as you come, almost crying at the incredible bliss of it slamming into your body. If you weren’t having such an out-of-body experience, you'd’ve heard Johnny grunt through clenched teeth at how jealous Ghost is gonna be.

Going completely limp, you drop your head back and look at Johnny, who’s intently watching you.

“Ye good, sweets?” and you give the barest nod. “A’right. I’m gonna finish, okay?” and he starts thrusting again, and that you’re so sensitive, it borders pain. You grab his shoulders to pull him into an embrace and start sucking on his neck. “Oh, f-fuck, bite me.” 

His cock inside you swells, impossibly hard, and you use a good amount of strength to bite the meat on his neck and shoulder— bringing him to his peak. He groans loudly into your ear as he thrusts, releasing thick gooey white, coating your walls and womb. 

Pulling his softening length out of you, he lies down next to you as he catches his breath. After a couple of minutes, he brings himself up on his elbow and grabs your face, giving you a toe-curling kiss you moan into. 

“Same time, next month?” and you nod against his lips. Maybe it was time to move on from Ghost, for your own sake.

—--

The next day, Johnny and Simon are at the gym working out, when Johnny lifts his shirt to wipe his sweaty face and Simon notices the scratches on his sides.

“What’d ya fight that has your sides lookin’ like tha’, Johnny?” he says chuckling. 

“Nae. Yer kitten’s got claws on her. Not tha’ I mind but she jus’ about tore me open.” 

Simon’s smile is wiped from his face at what Johnny just said. “What kitten?”

“Yer girl, who else?” 

He slowly turns to face Johnny, brows furrowed and eyes hard, like stone. “Ya fuck ‘er?” 

Johnny looks at him. “Surprise, surprise. An escort fucking his client. Quick, make it a headline.” Then shrugs. “Jus’ business, Simon,” he pauses, “Although, I understand why she’s got you so pussy whipped.” 

Simon grins at him, and asks, “Was she good?” and Johnny grins back. “Fuckin’ delicious. Now let’s finish this, I’m tryna eat.”

—

Simon grips his steering wheel until his knuckles turn white as he stares at his phone.

You fuck Johnny?

It IS his job, isn’t it?

Your text was a blow, right below the belt. He doesn’t know why you sleeping with someone else stings— at least it was Johnny, but this puts things into perspective. He can’t let you go.

It’s time to give this up. And he texts Johnny exactly that. 

And if she doesn’t want a whore?

Simon lets out a deep, shuddering sigh. 

Then she says no. 

But what Johnny doesn’t know is that he isn’t taking no for an answer. You’re his, now. And no one is going to take you from him.

A/N: I wrote a lot for the smut but ended up leaving it out for our boi, Simon. He's out for blood. Turning it into Ghoap too because i'm not free of those shackles just yet.

[sanjisblackasswife]

……we’re gonna need a fic about y/n leaving dickies on the monster trio….. and law…. Pretty please….😀🥹😙😙😙

𝔾𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 ℍ𝕚𝕞 𝕒 𝔻𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕪

If yall dont know what a dickey is its a hickey on a dick.

Ft. Luffy, Sanji, Zoro, Law

Blk Fem Reader in Mind

CW: Dick sucking.

Sanji

It turns him on in the worst way.

The first time you sucked his dick you overstimulated him to the point he was blabbering between “Please stop” and keep going.

The day after that he woke up to do his usual routine of getting ready when looking down to pee he noticed a small bruise under his tip.

“I—…Y/nnnnn!”

Like a child running to their parent’s room to tell them they three up he stood by your sleeping body and tapped your shoulder in a small panic.

“Y/n…baby…baby lookit.”

You were still half sleep, so turning around to see a naked Sanji with his semi- hard cock dangling 5 inches from your face made you peer up at him.

“Sanji, I told you if you wanna use me while i’m sleep use me.” You tried turning over, voice still sleepy, he wanted to laugh a little at youur drowsy voice but shook you some more.

“N-no Y/N. It’s this. This bruise you left. I think you left a hickey on me.”

That woke you up.

Sanji was shocked, and excited all at once he nearly forgot he had to get dressed to start cooking. He couldn’t stop praising you for leaving your mark on him.

“Y/N can…can you do this again”

“What?”

“IT’S GANNA WEAR OFF SOON I WANNA KEEP IT”

You on the other hand couldn’t be more embarrassed. You didn’t mean to suck his dick THAT hard. You probably should have stopped the first time you heard him scream.

Luffy

It’s very hard to leave a hickey on him at all with his rubbery ass body, you have in the past but it took A LOT of trial and error.

When you did finally pop off and away from your boyfriend’s pelvis you felt a little pride erupting from your stomach seeing a tiny little purple spot form on his shaft.

“I did it!”

“Did what.”

You never really told Luffy you wanted to leave a dickey on him. You kept it as your own personal goal so you didn’t know how to properly explain it to him

“You can do that?!” Luffy immediately sees the hickey on his dick and starts CRACKING UP as if he didn’t just cum like a whiney slut a few seconds ago.

“You’re like a puffer fish!”

“Shut up, Luffy!”

It just tickles him to know you sucked on his dick so much just to leave such a small mark. It wasn’t bad at all, but funny none theless. Now he actually expects a dickey from you.

Which.

Have fun with getting lock jaw everytime you go down on him now.

Zoro

Didn’t even know it was possible and neither did you so when you when to experiment Zoro damn near started actually moaning and whining due to overstimulation.

“O-okay okay okay fuck—you tried long enough! We can’t—FUCK—-!”

You were determined to leave that damn hickey, your mouth was wet and covered in drool, his cum, and your lips started to swell a little. Luckily you loved sucking him off anyways so this was just another Tuesday for you.

You really wanted to leave a pretty mark on his tip.

And that you eventually did.

“HA!” You smile, face wet, teary eye’d and flustered. You rub your thumb on the tip of the sensitive dick and it causes Zoro to grab your wrist.

He was absolutely exhausted.

“You got it. Please….fucking stop.”

“You’re so lame. But look! I did it!” 😁

Zoro just doesn’t understand you or the point of why you had to damn near suck the soul out of him for a bruise that’s ganna wear off in a few hours.

….He does like looking at it though. It reminds him of his slutty little girlfriend.

Law

He bruises very easily.

So this wasnt too hard you actually leave him in dickeys all the time

and everytime you point it out he hates it.

every

single

time

“I hate that fucking word.”

“I think it’s cute. Like your dick.”

“ENOUGH.”

Doesn’t get the point of it, he thinks you’re a sadist for it. You tend to bruise him up a LOT when you both get intimate.

He does get a little shy when you point out how good of a boy he was taking it. It’s almost as if he loves being praised and marked by you.

[luveline]

an eddie/roan/reader request <3

roan loses a tooth and reader is freaking out asking if it hurt, if she’s okay, and roan is just excited bc that means the tooth fairy is gonna pat her a visit!!!

ty for your request ♡ eddie and roan. step mom!reader. 1.1k

Eddie's trying to prove to you that he can play Master of Puppets on the guitar, but it's been a long time since he was twenty. "Ah, fuck," he says, stumbling over another chord. "What the fuck. I thought muscle memory was supposed to remember things for me." 

"I think you need to prompt your muscles into remembering," you say, cross-legged on the armchair with a pint of vanilla ice cream in your lap. "Can you play my favourite again?" 

"Depends. What's in it for me?" 

"So much. I'll scratch your back all the way through Princess Polly tonight." 

He immediately sets his fingers against the first chord of your favourite song and begins to play. Your back scratching literally haunts him. He can be on a rolling board under a truck that stinks of dirt and old oil and he'll be dreaming of your fingernails and their gentle up and down, his face on your shoulder, in your neck, buried in your thigh, whichever way he lays down. A song for an hour of your touch is easy work. 

He suspects you like doing it as much as he likes getting it. You love taking care of him. You're good beyond words. 

Eddie watches you nod along to his playing happily, a spoon between your lips, a dot of melted cream on your chin, and he knows what he has to do. "I'd ask you to marry me if I hadn't already done it," he says. 

You cut into your ice cream with a delighted jaunt. "I'd say yes for sure. You can ask me again, if you like. After the song." 

"I'll ask you as many times as you want. I'll even throw in a free song—" 

The air rips apart with a signature Roan Munson scream, which is to say, it's impossible to tell if Roan is in immense pain or having the most fun of her life.

Eddie almost chokes putting down his guitar as you ditch your ice cream on the arm, half a second behind him as he races upstairs.

"What's wrong?" Eddie shouts as he goes. "What? What?" 

"Daddy!" she shouts as Eddie throws open her bedroom door, sitting on the heart-shaped rug beside her dollhouse. "Lookit!" 

You move his elbow aside to squeeze through the doorway. "Is that a tooth?" 

"It's my tooth!" 

"Oh my gosh, princess!" you yelp, kneeling down in the plush rug in front of her, your thumb on her pale chin. "You're bleeding! Aw, sweetheart, let me see."

Eddie blinks dazedly, bending down to take the tooth Roan offers. It's tiny and white with a hole at the bottom that's darker on the inside. He rolls it around in his palm. Is she really that age? he asks himself, looking unsurely between his hand and Roan where she beams on the floor. 

"There's blood on your dress, too," you say, fingers held delicately against her cheek. 

Eddie doesn't have ugly hands, but it's different to see you touch her. You're a sweet, careful woman when it comes to mothering, a soft touch through and through. "Can I see?" 

Roan tips her head back and opens her mouth. Clear as day is the gap in her pearly white teeth, a bottom tooth now gone. 

"What did you do?" Eddie asks knowingly. 

"Nothing! It felt wobbly so I just bit on my Prince Dylan until it felled out." 

"Baby," you murmur, wiping the bloody spit off of her lips, "you hurt yourself?" 

"It didn't hurt that much." 

"Maybe let's not force them, Ro. Teeth come out when they're ready. If you start pulling them out before they're ready you might have wonky ones. And you shouldn't hurt yourself," Eddie says, kneeling down next to you for the united front effect. 

Roan looks at least somewhat chastised. "Okay. I won't pull them out until they're ready. But now the fairy comes, right? The tooth fairy?" 

Eddie grins, endeared by his devious little monster. You curl your sleeve down to press the clean edge to her gum, a frown creasing your face. Roan winces and you flinch, tucking her hair behind her ears in apology. 

"Sorry, lovely girl." 

"It's fine!" she says, flashing her first gap-toothed smile. "Don't worry, mom, it's just a small ow." 

You soften at the name and drop your hand to hers. "Okay. I won't worry… you know your first tooth fairy and your last are the special ones, right?" 

You and Eddie take to whispering as the bath runs that night, a debate of the ages. You think losing your first tooth deserves a new bike, or at the very least a new custom princess dress from the boutique in Indianapolis. Eddie thinks it deserves a kiss and a crisp twenty dollar bill. 

Roan splashes suds at your socks and tells you to stop whispering so much. 

That night, after Eddie forfeits half of his back scratching time to let you cuddle Roan, he sneaks into Roan's room with twenty dollars and a note. 

"Can we take another picture?" you whisper from behind hjm. 

"I think the flash might wake her up," he whispers back, the two of you standing still at the foot of her bed. She's clutching Teddy to her chest, curls splayed over her pink pillow, one of her feet sticking out of the sheets. "The first picture was really cute, we'll be fine." 

Roan smiled to show off her gap with her small tooth held up to lense. Eddie's gonna get it printed and maybe framed. She looks like a kid in the clothes catalogues. 

Together, you and Eddie tiptoe to her pillow to retrieve the lost tooth and replace it with her boon. Inspired by her statue-like stillness, Eddie leans down to press a kiss into her hairline, trying hard not to wake her up. 

Roan affords him no such luxury in the morning. "Dad!" she shouts, straight into his ear canal. He chokes awake. "The tooth fairy said you'd buy me a scooter! Is that true?" 

"Only if you stop yelling," he whines, burying his head under the pillow. 

Roan climbs onto the bed and over his back. He groans as his back clicks, settles when you put a hand on his shoulders sympathetically. 

"Your fault," he says. You're the one who campaigned for a new scooter. 

"Sorry, handsome," you say. 

Eddie will feel much more forgiving in a couple of hours. 

[sebastiansluts]

Dbf!Bucky makes you squirt with a controlled vibrator in the kitchen while your family and friends are outside doing a bbq, suddenly your relative walks in to the kitchen when you're still trying to catch breath and cleaning up your mess while the vibrator is still buzzing inside you

Bucky Barnes x Reader; dbf!bucky, remote controlled vibrator, semi public sex, squirting

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"C'mon, you can't tell me the thrill doesn't get ya goin', knowin' they're all out there while we're in here. Your parents and friends are right outside babydoll. If one of them looked through the window at just the right angle, they'd see you," Bucky taunted, standing just behind you as you tried to gather drinks together, all despite the vibrator rumbling away inside you.

You nearly dropped a glass as Bucky turned up the power, just barely setting it down before your hands grabbed the counter, white knuckling it as you held back an orgasm. He hadn't given you permission to come yet.

You knew it was fucked up, messing around with your dad's best friend, especially doing it while he and everyone else you knew were just outside. But you couldn't help but do it anyways, loving the wrongness and the thrill and the fact that Bucky was just a fucking huge, hot man. With long dark hair and icy blue eyes, bit of scruff that ached something awful between your thighs, you knew from experience.

And his body, so toned and buff, he could easily pick you up and make you do what he wanted, no matter the fact that he was well over forty now. You squirmed, the toy inside you buzzing away, pressing against your spot and making you gasp.

You glanced behind you, sticking your ass out and wiggling it enticingly. Bucky groaned and stepped forwards, grabbing your hip in one hand, the other fisting in your hair and slowly forcing you down against the counter, your ass pressing against his hard dick, making you moan as you realized he wasn't wearing underwear.

"Bucky, fuck, you're so fucking hot, please fuck me," you begged, sounding wanton, but you couldn't find it in you to care. He just laughed and pressed up into you once, making you keen before he pulled away entirely.

You panted where you lay, face against the counter, tits hanging heavy as your ass continued to stick out. Bucky upped the vibrator again and you whimpered, thighs clenching tight, your legs crossing trying to avoid coming.

"Aw, such a good girl for me, so fuckin' desperate, you'd really let me fuck ya in the kitchen during the family barbeque. Knew you were a slut, but damn babydoll, you're my fuckin' slut now. And my slut gets to come," Bucky said, turning the vibrator up two more settings.

You bit down on your lip hard to stop the squeal that escaped you, as your whole body went through a cycle of tensing and releasing, a few times, before you realized you had squirted all over the kitchen floor.

"Fuck, that's it doll, lookit you, makin' such a mess for me," Bucky groaned, turning the vibrator down a little, but not off. You glared at him as you pushed yourself up, panting and trying to catch your breath. You grabbed a towel and threw it on the floor, getting to your knees shakily, pointing your ass at him.

"Don't make me turn it back up," Bucky threatened, just as your older cousin walked in.

"Turn up what? Oh the air? Yeah, we can turn it up a bit, you do look a little flushed," your cousin said as they looked at you, walking around you to the doorway to the rest of the house. "Everyone's waiting for their drinks, better hurry up."

They left and you hurriedly cleaned the floor, Bucky finishing getting the drinks together before helping you carry them outside, finally turning off the vibrator and letting you breathe.

[tinydefector]

Lazing Lagoons

Merformers AU

Jazz x reader

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: None, Absolute fluff.

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a human stands off to the side of the large outdoor rescue lagoon taking water samples, swirling them in little jars as they write down notes. They slowly step into the water in the shallow end taking coral samples and checking the few Rays which swim closer wanting a treat. The loud sound of water splashing has them tensing up "Don't even think about it!" They call over their shoulder.

A large webbed hand stops mid grab for fish in the bucket on the ledge of the pool.

The large silver and grey Mer surfaces, bright opal like optics flicker to the human as the Mer flashes a grins impishly, razor sharp denta flickering in the low light of the overhang. He swishes his long shimmering tail through the water as he drifts closer to the human who stands there looking mildly unimpressed. "Aww c'mon! Can't blame a mer for tryin'!" He calls back to them, energetically splashing tiny waves at their back.

Surfing nimbly through the shallows, Jazz zooms closer to observe their work on the coral, chin perched casually on crossed arms as he peers over the large reef bed, resting against it while he watches them with the tiny samples. "Whatcha got dere? Find any pretty shells? Ooh lookit dat lil crab!" His gaze darts around watching the crustacean quickly disappear before it becomes a meal.

A sudden flash of movement draws his attention a small silvery fish darting past. Jazz lunges with a playful growl, coming up empty handed as his prey slips through his fingers. Popping back to the surface, he beams unrepentantly at the human's stern glare.

"Aw don't lookit me like dat! Mers gotta eat, ya know!" Jazz swears with a wink and finger gun, before slipping silently back under the water to resume his hunt. In truth he wasn't that hungry but whenever he snuck into the lagoon he took his opportunity to try and snag a fish or two before getting scrolled.

They roll their eyes as a smile falls onto their lips. "You know the carnal isn't there for you to come in here you know, it's so the reef sharks have access to the ocean, and doing ocean releases." They state as they slowly move back to the bucket. Jazz waves a dismissive clawed hand, tails lazily keeping him afloat. "Psh, dem sharks ain't never around." fins flared and pearly teeth flashing. The human huffs out a reluctant chuckle, knowing full well he's the reason for the reef sharks' absence. “Uh huh, Sure you're not just spooking them to steal their fish?” They shoot back, refocusing on labelling samples, but can't help shooting sly glances at the spirited mer.

Jazz notes their amused smiles and beams, pleased as always to coax more positives from the typically stoic human. He swims lazily nearer, laying chin atop dripping arms as big opalescent optics peer owlishly up at them as the work. "Ya know, if yer ever feelin' adventurous enough for a swim with lil ol' me, Betcha ain't never seen the ocean reef like we merfolk do!" The offer, as always, hangs temptingly in the air.

They grab the bucket of fish and begin emptying it into the water, the small fish dart off in different directions into the reef, it makes Jazz's fins flare as his optics narrow as if on the hunt. "Don't eat them, they aren't for you!" They shoot back at him when he begins eyeing some of the colourful mix of reef fish, they splash water at him which earns a loud whine of a thrill from him.

"Awww c'mon, one lil fishy ain't gonna hurt nobody! But you're right, you're right..." he concedes with a sigh. Drifting back closer to the human who continues To watch him to make sure he didn't try and eat the fish meant for the reef.

"You know I swear I'm the only human who has issues with mer trying to get into pools, I swear if I ever told anyone about you they'd want to study why you're so interested in getting in here, bet Seaworld would pay me good money for you as an exhibit" they state in a huff, it was all talk, they would never do that, Jazz was a rather sweet mer, had surprise and scared the crap out of them the first time he ever showed up wanting to steal fish. It had shocked them even more when he had spoken to them.

Jazz at least has the good grace to look abashed at the chiding, schooling his handsome features into an expression of utmost innocence. Flashing a roguish grin, he swims lazy circles around the human, listening with keen interest as they speak. At the mention of study and dissection, his bioluminescent markings flare in alarm.

"Oh no no, we don't be wanting any a' dat study nonsense! Merfolk got our secrets ya know." He waggles his optic ridges. Boldly, he loops an arm around slim waist, drawing them close as a small collection of thrills and clicks leave him.

"How 'bout you just keep ol' Jazz your little secret, hmm? Then we can have all kinda fun exploring together without no pokin' and probin'." He rumbles softly, staring up at them with such optics that shimmer in blues, Greens and purples, it really did give the illusion of Opal in some ways.

After a moment, the human sighs, they flick him softly and turn away from him to put the bucket up. "So what can I do for you, and why are you in the lagoon? Did you drag yourself across the walkway to get in here?, did anyone see you?" They ask with arms crossed.Jazz rubs his forehead ruefully where the human flicked him, grin turning sheepish. Clearly his antics have piqued their curiosity or worry.

He swims a lazy loop in the water, gleaming dorsal fin cutting elegant lines through the water. "Well ya see, I MAY have spotted ya workin' over here and got a lil curious is all." He winks roguishly. "As for why I be here specifically..." Jazz casts a finned hand grandly about the enclosure. "Let's just say a certain lil reef shark was gettin' a bit big for his fins and I decided to, eh, relocate him elsewhere for awhile. No harm done!"

He flashes them a cheeky smile. "An' drag myself across the walkway? Psh, please. With these babies?" Jazz flares his tailfin proudly, fins flowing with iridescent light. "I'd put Aquaman himself to shame! Naw, I just slipped myself on through the current gates when the tide was changin'."

They glare at him " Jazz if you have broken the ocean grate down there in not going to be happy" they state while staring him down. Jazz holds his webbed claws up defensively, fins fluttering in placation. "Now, now, no need to be gettin' all ornery! I wouldn't do nothin' to compromise the barrier, I promise, I have claws i pudit back in place."

He flashes them a pleading look, big opal eyes widening in a manner he knows is hard to resist almost like cat eyes. Circling closer, Jazz gently grasps their wrist, feeling their pulse pound rapidly against his palm. He rumbles low in his chest. "All I wanna do is spend some time with ya."

Gingerly, Jazz lifts their hand to his faceplates, nuzzling gently against their fingers as his biolights dance an invitation. "Whaddya say? Slip in wit me, just for a lil while." Jazz gazes at them pleadingly, hoping his charm can sway them. They let out a sigh as they walk deeper into water. The lagoons were too shallow for a mer his size to be in there too long but he could still swim rather well throughout the lagoons Of the rescue facility.

Jazz's face lights up with unrestrained delight as they move deeper into the water so he didn't have to rest against the bank, willingly engaging with him. With chirps and whistles, he zips energetically around the shallow pool, fins splaying gracefully to manoeuvre his bulk through the tight space.

Jazz makes the most of it, launching up to momentarily breach the surface before slipping smoothly back beneath in a shimmer of chrome and azure. He circles ever closer to the human, radiating calm invitation. "Ain't this fun? Don't gotta go too deep ta enjoy the splash, eh?" Jazz grins, His optics practically glow with joy to have their focused attention.

"You're a pest you know" they state with a barely kept smile. As he slowly drifts closer.

Jazz merely chuckles softly at their halfhearted insult, spark soaring to see the smile they try to conceal. "Aw, but yer smilin' so I must be doin' somethin' right.” They nearly yelp as Jazz pulls them into the water only to land against his chest laying across it as the mer floats peacefully in the pool.

His grin flashes his sharp teeth up at their surprise face as strong arms encircle their waist, drawing them fluidly into the water. Jazz makes sure to keep their head above the surface, securing them safely against his broad frame.

"Oops, lil accident there!" He trills innocently, though his optics glitter with delight. Jazz gently cradles their back, letting them adjust to the cool embrace of the water. "See? Nothin' to worry about with lil ol' Jazz around." He rumbles soothingly, running webbed fingers in slow circles across tense muscles until he feels them begin to relax.

Floating was as easy as breathing for him, he held the human close yet loose, waiting patiently for panic or anger. They let out a grumbled sigh as they relaxed against his frame. One hand hangs over his shoulders in the water as they lay their head up on his shoulder as they both just exist. Floating in the pool as Ray's and fish swim around the lagoon.

In truth they did enjoy his visits, but they fretted over him getting caught by others. They doubted anyone at the refugee would say anything but they didn't want to risk him getting caught, money could make people do alot of things and they didn't want to risk Jazz's safety or his pod.

Jazz's whole frame practically vibrates with subdued joy to feel them sinking into his embrace. One hand rises from the water to gently cradle their back, holding them securely as his claws trail soothing patterns across their back. He nuzzles their head fondly, inhaling the soft scent as his optics close briefly in contentment. Floating here in peaceful stillness.

They cuddle into him. "Do you want me to come swimming with you tonight?" They softly inquire. When they speak, murmuring that tender question, Jazz's spark practically swells until he fears it may burst from his chest. Slowly opening his optics, he peers down at them with such caring and gratitude, it's plain for all to see how deeply he cared for this human and how much they meant to him.

"Ah would be the happiest mer in all the sea if ya did," Jazz rumbles softly, servo coming up to gently cradle their cheek. Leaning in, he presses a chaste kiss to their forehead with a tenderness that belies his brutal strength.

"But only if it's what you truly want. I'd never force ya or put ya in danger, you gotta know that." Pressing their heads together, Jazz cradles them as if the most precious of gems. All he desires is their happiness.

The hum softly against him. "I finish my shift in half an hour, if you can sneak back out without getting caught ill meet you over by the jetty in the mangroves" they mumble softly as they sit up against his frame. "I still have to feed the eels"

Jazz practically vibrates with barely contained elation, optics glowing fiercely as he gazes up at their darling face. All he can do is hold them tenderly and nod. Slowly releasing them to stand, Jazz watches with eager affection as they exit the pool. "I'll be waitin' for ya where the water meets the land, babydoll." He rumbles softly, spark thrilling at the thought of going swimming with them.

Surfacing silently, Jazz offers one last wave before slicing smoothly through the water back down the ocean gate to the reserve's channels, back out to the open sea. Here, under the dusky sky, he lets his joy ring out for all to hear in a joyous chorus of whistles and clicks. Stealthily, he slips into the mangroves' shadowed crevices, ready and waiting for them to finish their shift.

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𝓔𝓷𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓭 (𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮)𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

[fem reader] contains: kidnapping, prejudice pairing: billy the kid x fem reader summary: pirate billy x mermaid reader author’s note: based on my love @francixoxoxo 's pirate billy au- leaving the tag below. Pinterest Board Spotify Playlist

Every man had his secrets. Every pirate had his weakness. Both of Billy’s just so happened to lie in the same woman.

The limits of his heart knew no bounds. You were worth every lie, every hidden meeting, every second of his time spent thinking about you. Which, with the nature of his work, was nearly every second. His overall demeanor had improved significantly. He whistled as he worked, breathing in the sea breeze and feeling the sun on his skin. Even Jesse commented on it, teasing him about ‘meeting some woman’.

Whenever the crew came to port, Billy was bounding down the deck, shouting a hurried excuse to the crew as he ran to the spot on the rocks designated as yours. And you were always waiting there with the sweetest of smiles on your face. His girl, his beautiful girl.

You’d greet him with a nice, long kiss every time, much to his pure delight. Sometimes he’d strip himself of his clothes and come in, other times you’d crawl onto the sand of the nearby beach and he’d scoop you up in his arms, walking along the shoreline with you and enjoying the weight of you in his arms. You’d giggle in delight, holding him with your arms around his neck.

Oftentimes he’d just sit right in the surf, with the tide lapping at his feet, holding you between his arms. He loved how much you loved it, the simplicity of being near him. Often, you would bring him little things from the sea’s bottom. Shiny rocks and sea glass. He kept them all in his pocket, reaching to hold one on days at sea. It felt like receiving a piece of you. 

He fell more in love with you by the second, it seemed. Your beautiful, curious nature was his nectar of life. Though he was flattered by your attentions, he wasn’t sure why such a heavenly creature would pay even a modicum of attention to him. Billy was self aware- he knew he was only a pirate, with very little to offer. One day he worked up the courage to ask you.

“You’re kind,” you explained, tracing your hand over his chest fascinatedly. “You’re good, better than most.”

“How do you know?” he wondered, rubbing your arm.

Shifting in his arms, you smiled softly. “I’ve never met another human before. But I figure the stories exist for a reason. Some have told of the horrors they are capable of. My kind themselves are capable of so much hate for humans.”

Looking up at him with your wide, innocent eyes, you blinked doe-like. “You do not scorn the difference between us. You embrace it.” With that, you leaned up and pressed your lips to his, soft. “And I love you for it.”

Stirrings overtook Billy, and he brought his hand to your cheek, kissing you as gently as he could. Pecking your lips, he thumbed your cheek. “You’re a miracle, sweet girl. I love you.”

The sun sank into the sea, and Billy held you all the while, happy as a clam to be enough for someone so wondrous.

Just like every time, the memory carried him all throughout the next week, making him yearn for you. It seemed all he ever did was wish he was with you. 

A week later, the day before they were set to make port, he was spurred by these thoughts, working harder as though that would move the sun faster. The crew was more leisurely, much to his frustration, but he reminded himself that they didn’t have the same motivation.

Tying a line and leaning against the railing, he lowered his hat to shield his eyes from the sun. There was a shout from above, and he peered up at the crow’s nest. Dick was playing lookout today, and he was pointing excitedly at something. “Look! Over there, lookit that!”

Billy cast his eyes over the railing, taken aback when he saw a tail. A familiar tail. When he saw it again, he knew for sure.

He almost shouted at you, but held back, not wanting to reveal to the crew that you were affiliated with him. That could only make things worse for both of you. 

“Mermaid! Mermaid starboard side!” Dick was yelling down to the crew. Billy would have throttled him if he could reach. He tried to remind himself that they didn’t know any better. But then he saw a glimpse of you again. He’d know that shiny, long hair anywhere. That was his girl; he couldn’t let you be captured or worse.

“Nothin’ down here!” he called back up to Dick. “Think it musta been a dolphin or somethin’.”

“Naw, I saw it too!” another crew member was saying, hanging over the railing. Now Jesse was coming to look, and Billy prayed you’d have swum away by now, back down to the bottom of the sea hopefully, far from his captain’s gaze.

He should have figured with meeting you and getting to love you his luck had run out for now. You popped your head up, the sun making you appear radiant. When you spotted him, you smiled, reaching a hand up and waving, smiling in a dazzling way.

Jesse shouted an order to get the nets, and Billy grabbed his arm. “What’re ya doin’?”

His friend raised his eyebrows. “Catchin’ the bitch. There’re folks who’ll pay a king’s ransom for a mermaid.”

“Thought ya said you’d shoot anythin’ ya saw?” Billy knew you’d be able to swim away from a gunshot from this distance, before the ship could get closer. A net would get you tangled, and pull you right up on deck. 

“‘Fore last week I woulda.” Jesse kept his eyes on you, swimming contentedly and smiling up at the ship so innocently Billy’s heart ached. “But there’ve been sightings ‘round port. Offers have been made. Any one of ‘em could set us up for a long while.” He over, meeting Billy’s eyes. “What they do with ‘er ‘s up to them.”

Heart pounding, Billy looked over at you with wide eyes, trying to motion subtly for you to swim away. You tilted your head, likely confused why he wasn’t at least looking happy to see you. 

“Harpoon!” Jesse demanded, and one was thrust into his hand. He made steady aim, and Billy panicked.

“Shouldn’t we wait?” he tried to stall so you’d have time to get away. “She’s too far out, you’ll never hit ‘er.”

“Nah, I’ve got her right in reach,” Jesse squinted, taking steady aim. “There, right there…”

As he thrust it, Billy’s arm shot out, trying to knock his hand. But he was too late. The harpoon was already flying right at you, and he saw your eyes go wide before he heard the sickening sound of you crying out in pain. 

Face pale as death, Billy called upon any sort of higher power to save you, let the wound be shallow, a graze, maybe. His breathing was shaky and he tried not to scream himself. When he saw blood in the water, your blood, his heart nearly stopped. 

Only a bit of relief was provided when he saw your head appear above the water, your hand covering a gash that must’ve been either on your breast or beside it. You looked nothing short of terrified, and the betrayal written on your face was enough to shatter him to pieces. Billy longed to dive in the ocean and gather you in his arms and kiss away any pain, any hurt you were feeling. 

As he was seriously debating the merits, you sank back underwater, the sea swallowing the only treasure his pirate’s heart would ever desire.

Billy felt weak the rest of the day, feeling faint and moving hazily. He was practically shivering with rage and aching with sorrow. His crew, the only family he’d ever known, had attacked you, his girl, his baby, his everything. He hadn’t truly realized how serious the men’s thirst for mermaid blood was until now.

After making port, he ran to the beach, frantically scanning for any sign of you. When he saw the empty setting, he sank to his knees, feeling wearier than he had in ages. Was this what it felt like to die?

He wouldn’t blame you if you never came to shore again. Never associated with him, a filthy pirate on a murderous crew, never another person. Your fascination with humans was likely burnt out by the revelation of their true nature. 

Running a hand over his face and through his hair, the realization of his loss strangled his insides. Should have dove overboard, should have tackled Jesse, should have yelled at you to swim far away…

Looking back at the horizon hopelessly, he was surprised when he saw your head peeking up above the waters, hair fanning out behind you like a jellyfish’s tentacles.

Eyes widening, Billy got to his feet immediately, standing there on the shore. He wanted to run to you, but he didn’t know how you were feeling. The fact that you’d come at all was miraculous.

For a moment, the two of you were standing still, just staring at each other, the weight of what had happened heavy on both your hearts. The heartache in your eyes was nearly causing him physical pain. 

Then you swam forward. His legs moved before he could even think. You called out for him, crawling through the shallows. Billy was wading knee deep, splashing as he made to reach you as fast as possible. 

He met you halfway, falling to his knees and grasping for you, holding you tight to his chest. Clothes soaked through, he hardly cared. You were here. Billy pressed his forehead to yours, his hands on your face, smoothing your hair back as he looked over you, kissing you like you were an angel.

“Oh baby, m’ poor baby,” he choked, holding you tight against him, nearly in tears. “I’m so sorry my love. They’re all fuckin’ bastards, every one of ‘em.”

“I just wanted to see you,” you breathed, your voice catching as you wrapped your arms around him. “I found you…I didn’t know they were going to…”

“They’re pirates, baby; ruthless, awful men,” he breathed, both his hands on your cheeks, meeting your stormy eyes with his sky blue. “I shoulda told ya…didn’t even think…”

“No, I was stupid,” you sniffled, and his heart broke at how desolate you looked. “I knew…I knew not all humans were like you and I just…” Your cheeks flushed rosily, embarrassed by your actions.

“Ya didn’t know.” Billy shook his head. “I was the stupid one. Didn’t even cross my mind that you’d be able to find me.” The waves lapped at your bodies, bobbing you up and down. “Oh my love…my sweet love.” He swaddled you in his arms, scooping you up and standing, water droplets like rainbows sticking to your skin and making your tail sparkle.

Carrying you to the shore, Billy sat you down, his legs on either side of your body as he examined you, fingers wandering to check for injuries. Your hair was covering your breasts, where he knew the harpoon had gotten you, and his hand hovered over it. “Mind if I take a look?”

You nodded, and he pushed your hair over your shoulder to see. There, on the top of your right breast, was a deep gash, still raw from yesterday. Billy felt sick as he looked at it, his hand covering the wound and stroking the skin around it tenderly. “Sweetheart…is it hurtin’?”

Wincing slightly when he hit a certain patch of skin, you nodded slightly. “A little bit. It’ll heal fast though.”

“I’m so sorry, sweet girl.” Billy kept his palm over it, and you shifted comfortably in his arms, nuzzling against him. His face turned serious. “Maybe we should stick to the shores from now on, yeah? I don’t want ‘em to hurtcha more.”

You nodded sadly, meeting his eyes. “I just…I miss you so much during the week. And I hate that you have to have this secret hanging over you, keeping it from your crew…” The disheartenment on your face was a sorry sight to see. “It’s shameful, I know. Having a mermaid as your sweetheart.”

Billy lifted his hand to your cheek again, kissing your nose. “Hey. If I could show ya off to everybody I would. Not a second thought. You’re wonderful.” He smiled in a bittersweet way. “But I can’t have ya gettin’ hurt on my account. These are sea-strained men. All they see in somethin’s what they can get out of it.” His thumb rubbed your cheekbone. “And I’ll be damned if they hurt my girl.”

There was a fierce, raw protectiveness in his eyes, and you smiled just slightly. “You’re not ashamed of me?”

“Never could be,” he promised, leaning in and pressing his mouth to your forehead. “You kiddin’? If I could I’d be takin’ ya into the pubs in town, showin’ all the boys I got the prettiest girl under my arm…” he gave you a soft smile. “You ain’t somethin’ to be ashamed of.”

Leaning in, you rewarded his words with a kiss, looking at him so lovingly he could have melted into sunshine. Your stormy eyes were tender, and he saw a tear slip from the corner of your eye. 

Before he could reach up and brush it away, you lifted your own finger, catching the droplet. Reaching out for his arm, you turned your finger over, letting the tear fall onto a scrape on his elbow. With his own eyes, Billy watched the affliction smooth over, as if the wood of the mast had never marred it.

He looked up at you in astonishment. “They-?”

Nodding, you traced the spot where the scrape had been. “They heal.”

Billy frowned, taking your hand. “Baby you shoulda used it for yourself.”

“They don’t work on mermaids,” you said softly, and he squeezed your hand.

“I see.” Billy brought you gently to rest against his chest, tucking your head into the crook of his neck. He held you tighter than he would have normally, shaken by the experience of nearly losing you.

You laid there in his arms for awhile, comforted from the trauma of your injury by his love. He’d shield you from every horrible thing if he could. 

The day, as always, was too short, but the two of you made the most of it. He kissed you, snuggled you, swam with you…everything you wanted to do. Your playful spirit was back, and he embraced it with everything in him.

Usually on these hours ashore, you’d come to him with questions, things you’d been mulling over the week before about the world above. But today you were silent. It seemed you’d had enough learning about humans for now.

Your skin tasted like salt as he kissed your shoulder, moving your hair to sit over your breasts so he could shift his lips to the back of your neck. Billy hummed appreciatively, pecking the space behind your ear, hands splayed over your middle.

Sighing contently and resting against him, the light from the setting sun rendering you angelic, you played with his fingers. Billy loved the sight of you all cozied up against him. 

“I wish I could be everything for you,” you breathed, your fins swaying.

“You are,” he whispered against your skin.

“No.” You shook your head and he nosed against your cheek. “I can’t…” Trailing off, you set one hand on his knee. 

Instantly he understood. Smoothing your hair and resting his cheek on top of your head, Billy wrapped his arms around your collarbone, kissing the part in your hair. “Everything aboutcha draws me in. Ain’t a single thing I would change, baby.”

“Really?” You turned in his arms, lying belly to belly on him. 

He drew back slightly so he could look in your eyes. “Not a damn thing. You’re perfect. M’ perfect sweetheart.”

It was incredulous to imagine you ever being insecure about anything. Billy knew his girl was the sun and moon, and he could hardly imagine you any more perfect. You smiled at his sweet words and laid your head on his chest, closing your eyes. 

Billy was amazed with how safe you felt around him, despite all the horror you’d faced from those connected to him. But your natural sweetness and goodness of heart didn’t allow you to ever make such harsh judgements or scorn anybody.

You fell asleep against him, and while normally he would have woken you up so he could get back to the boarding house without arousing suspicion, tonight he decided not to.

He opted to hold you tight and keep you safe until the sun rose again.

You were full of surprises. Billy knew that well, and yet you still managed to shock him in the best of ways.

The week after you’d been injured, he went down to the beach as usual. It’d been a stormy few days, but today it was sunny and bright. Perfect for a day with you.

When he turned the corner and pushed aside a branch, he saw someone sitting on the beach. Billy could see she wasn’t wearing any clothes, and he paused. A naked woman? How had anyone else even found this little corner of paradise? But something about her hair, her build was so familiar that he moved forward. 

Billy’s jaw dropped. It was you. But instead of a shimmery tail, you had two long, smooth legs stretched out in front of you. 

Running forward, he knelt at your side, making sure it was really you. “Honey. You’re…you…”

Laughing happily, you wiggled your toes, looking at them fascinatedly. “Do you like them?”

He was too shocked to say anything, reaching out a cautious hand and touching your knee. There was a slight sheen to your skin, as if the scales had melted into it. “How…?”

“It’s only temporary,” you explained, bending and unbending one leg experimentally. “Just until midnight.”

“Why?” he looked up into your eyes in disbelief. Billy hadn’t even known it was possible to do such a thing.

Reaching out for him, you held his face in your hands. “I wanted to see what it was like. Be with you like a human girl for a day.”

“Oh, baby,” he breathed, unable to stop his slow spreading smile. “You didn’t hafta do that. I’m so happy just bein’ here with ya.”

“I wanted to know what it was like,” you ran your fingers through his hair. “To do human things. With you.”

Now Billy was holding your face. He laughed slightly, leaning in and kissing your forehead, then both your cheeks. “Midnight, you said?”

“Midnight,” you confirmed, opening your mouth and showing him a pearl hidden under your tongue. “That’s when the pearl’s magic runs out.”

Billy grinned, looking over you and remembering you were naked. Just as beautiful as you were with a tail. He looked at his clothes, then removed his vest, pulling his white shirt off and tugging it over your head, covering your torso.

You looked at him confusedly, but then it seemed to dawn on you that to exist in the human’s world you couldn’t be naked. Shifting a bit under the light fabric, you said, “This feels strange.”

“Doesn’t all of it?” Billy chuckled, throwing on his vest. His heart stuttered at the sight of you in his too- big shirt. Prettier than any fish, more precious than any treasure. 

“You’re right,” you smiled, and Billy took both your hands in his, holding them tight.

“You’re gonna stand up now, alright?” he waited until you nodded. “Count of three. One, two, three!” 

He hoisted you up to balance on wobbly legs, and you grasped his forearms as you tried to get used to the sensation.

“How…do you move…like this…” your eyes were trained on your shaky limbs. 

Billy held you steady, nodding encouragingly. “I’ve gotcha, sweet. Ain’t gonna let m' girl fall. Why don’tcha try takin’ a step?”

“You won’t let go of me?” you questioned, looking up at him with doe eyes.

“Never,” he promised, shaking his head. "Go ahead and try it out.”

Eyes glued to your feet, you reached one out, setting it on the ground in front of you and putting your weight on it, dragging the other to rest beside it. You looked up at him brightly, and his heart swelled with pride.

“So good, baby!” he praised, and your smile showed him your pretty white teeth. “Wanna try ‘nother?”

Nodding, you led with the other foot this time, holding it out in the air and catching yourself on the ground stiffly. Billy couldn’t contain his smile; you were too adorable.

He had you take quite a few practice steps before he let go, holding you by one hand now. “You can do it, baby. I’m right here with ya.”

You took to it like, well, like a fish to water. He encouraged you all through it, still holding your hand when you got the hang of it. Only a few times did you stumble, and Billy was right there to catch you, setting you upright and telling you it was okay, that you were doing so good and even humans fell all the time.

Once he’d deemed your walking acceptable, he gave you a kiss on the forehead, telling you how good you’d done, and led you through the forest area. You tripped a few times over the various roots and rocks scattered across the grounds, and he kept a firm hold on you, determined not to let his girl hit the ground.

You looked around wondrously, at the birds and bugs and trees, stopping once or twice to look more closely. Billy enjoyed your awe in the world above, answering every question you asked to the best of his ability. Eventually you made it to the hill overlooking the port. 

Squeezing his hand, you asked eagerly, “Can we go down, Billy?”

He chuckled, nodding. “Yeah, baby, ‘course we can.” Squinting a bit, he gave you a once over. “We gotta get you a dress first though. And some shoes.”

“I can’t just wear this?” you looked down at Billy’s shirt on your body. One of the sides had fallen off your shoulder, and he could see your nipples pebbling under the white fabric. 

Shaking his head, he fixed it so your shoulder was covered. “Ya look cute, but I don’t want ya to get any funny looks.” 

Shrugging, you didn’t put up a fight, letting him lead you to a little clearing. He gave you strict instructions to stay there and then went down into town, purchasing a simple blue dress, shoes, and undergarments. The shopkeeper, thankfully, didn’t seem put off by his selections.

Billy brought them back up to you, removing his shirt from your body and helping you get into human clothing. You frowned at the little half stay he handed you, tilting your head. “What do I do with this?”

“Here-“ he put your arms through the straps and laced up the back. “-like this.”

“Human women wear this all the time?” you asked incredulously, putting your hands over your breasts and shifting the garment over them. “It must be awful.”

Billy let out a laugh at that. “I imagine so. But it goes with the dress. Supports your, ah-“ he gestured to your chest. “-cause on land they get a bit heavy from walkin’ and such.”

“Oh!” your eyes widened as you grasped the concept, looking down at the half stay. “I see.”

He had you put the bloomers on next, which you didn’t seem to mind, since you’d never had anything below your belly before and you didn't want to accidentally flash anyone. Then came the blue dress, which had a wide neck and a ruffled skirt. Billy helped you into it and buttoned up the back, turning you around to see the full effect.

Of course, you were stunning. The dress accentuated your curves, and just made you look all around beautiful. He grinned, brushing your hair over your shoulder. “Look so pretty.”

“I think I like it.” You spun a little, liking the way the skirt twirled out. Looking up at him, you gave a smile sweeter than sugar. “Thank you, Billy.” 

He wrapped his arms around your waist, picking you up and spinning around. You laughed clear as a bell as he set you down. “You’re welcome, baby. Gotta have ya all dressed up for your first day with legs, huh?”

You toed the shoes on, bouncing on your heels slightly. “Restricting.”

“Don’t wantcha to step on any broken glass ‘r anythin’,” Billy explained, keeping a tight hold on your hand as you started walking again. “There’s a lot goin’ on up here.”

You stopped several times on the way to the town to pick wildflowers you saw in the grass. It wasn’t long before your free hand (and Billy’s too) was bursting with the colorful blooms.

He stuck a few of them in your hair and said he'd find a ribbon to tie the rest together with. You were transfixed by the flowers, stroking the petals gently. “I wish we had these.”

In town, you were a little shy at first, but curiosity won over, and you started looking around. All the people, market stalls, buildings, animals; it was all new and fascinating to you. After what had happened the week before, it was nice to see your lust for learning return. He patiently explained everything you questioned, telling you what each building was for and chuckling when you jumped back at the sight of the chickens in the street. 

“That’s where the fishermen bring their wares in.” Billy was pointing at a dock where bearded men were hauling nets of silver fish over their dinghies. 

“And they sell them?” you asked, watching the process.

“That’s right,” Billy nodded, proud you understood. He gestured to a stall where in addition to fish, there were lobsters and crabs for sale. “Over there.”

Your eyes widened as you saw it, and Billy quickly ushered you away, remembering your attachment to some of these creatures. “But that’s not important. C’mere, look at this.”

It was fun, showing you how everything worked, teaching you in real time about how humans live. You were immersed in it, clinging to his arm and walking tentatively through everything. 

A little after noon, the two of you had come to a stall of books in the market, and you were flipping through one containing maps. Fascinated by the illustrations, you traced your fingers over the pictured land and creatures. There was one of a mermaid, and you tugged on his sleeve, pointing it out. That made him smile.

“Who’s this?”

Billy turned to see Jesse standing there, peering interestedly at you. He tensed before remembering you didn’t look like a mermaid. You were safe. 

So, wrapping an arm around your waist, Billy pulled you to face Jesse, the book of maps still open and propped against your stomach. He told his friend your name, and you smiled brightly. 

Studying you closely, Jesse grinned in a way Billy wasn’t sure he appreciated. He took one of your hands, lifting it to his lips in a surprising act of chivalry. “A pleasure, I’m sure.”

“Charmed,” you beamed, and Billy saw that familiar light in his friend’s face he’d only seen when he was in the presence of a fair trader or when he was at the hull. You’d won him over.

“Didn’t know Billy had a girl,” Jesse commented. “Though, he’s had a way about him lately.”

“Really?” You turned to Billy, the news seeming to delight you. 

“Aye,” Jesse nodded, giving you a wink. “Never seen ya ‘round here ‘fore though. Ya new in town, lass?”

“Yes,” Billy cut in, and you shot him a grateful look. 

“Thought so,” Jesse nodded, gaze roving over your body. “Woulda remembered such a pretty gal.”

Billy moved slightly in front of you. Just a week ago, this man had lobbed a harpoon at you with the intent to sell you to the highest bidder. And now he was flirting. “Dunno ‘bout that, Jesse. You’ve got a new girl on your arm every time I see ya.”

His friend laughed at the subtle jab, raising his hands in a show of peace. “Aye, she’s your girl. I’m not doing’ nothin’.”

You merely smiled, innocent to the silent conversation the men were having. “It was lovely to meet you.”

“Likewise,” Jesse gave you a drifting look accompanied by that same sly smile. His eyes lingered on the healing scar just above your breast, the souvenir from your encounter the week before. For a second, Billy thought he would say something about it. 

But instead, he nodded, turning and leaving.

You looked back at Billy with sunshine in your eyes and he melted. Taking the map book from you, he set it back on the stall and put his arm around you, shaking off any bad feelings his captain may have left him with. “C’mon. Still got lots to show ya.”

A day ago he would have said it was impossible to fall more in love with you. But today he somehow stumbled and fell at what he’d thought was the bottom of the chasm, hitting every branch and wearing a stupid grin the whole time.

Over and over, he’d gush about how amazed he was by his girl. What he’d previously thought mundane was now joyous. This little port town that’d become so regular was now a whole new world. He was convinced you could brighten the worst place on the globe, make anywhere exciting.

Sunset arrived all too soon. He would’ve been happy to just go back to your spot on the beach and spend the rest of your time with legs there, but Dick had found them with his own girl hanging onto him and beckoned them into the pub. You’d looked up at Billy with shining eyes, asking if you could try that next, and of course he hadn’t been able to say no.

So now here he was in a crowded bar with you tucked under his arm so you wouldn’t be separated. He’d ordered a rum, knowing you probably would want to try it, and laughed when your nose crinkled adorably at the taste.

Billy took a swig and squeezed his arm around you, dropping a kiss to the top of your head. Almost his whole crew was here, as was usual, and they were looking at you fascinatedly. Your status at his side told them everything they needed to know, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t watch. He tried to remind himself that it was just the way you were, that it’d been like this all day. People’s eyes were naturally drawn to you, and you hardly seemed to notice.

The other reason for their staring could be that Billy had never had a girl like this before. He was famously alone, and the crew teased him about being a eunuch. But now he had you. Not just a girl, a gorgeous girl. If only they knew how amazing you really were. 

You seemed to delight in the lively atmosphere, twirling to the music but staying near. When Billy caught a drunk man getting a little too close for his liking, he pulled you in so your face was pressed to his shoulder, keeping his hand on the back of your head. At a glance it looked like he was comforting you. But it sent a clear message: that you were his.

Possessive, maybe. Protective, absolutely.

As it got later, the pub cleared out, and you ended up walking back through the streets, Billy's arm over your shoulders and yours around his waist. The moon was out, and there were stars both in the sky and his eyes. He pointed out a couple of constellations to you, and you hung onto his arm, listening contentedly.

Catching sight of the clock tower in the square, he smacked his forehead, remembering something. “Left m’ timepiece in the bar.” Billy looked around at the empty streets before turning back to you. “I’m gonna run back ‘n get it, alright baby? Stay right here.” He pressed a dutiful kiss to your hairline and jogged back up the hill.

Thankfully, the barkeep recovered it, handing it over and locking the door after Billy left. Sighing in relief, he flipped the pocket watch open, squinting at the numerals.

Both hands were nearly pointing up.

And he had left you all alone in the street.

Billy’s breath was cut short, and he shoved the watch into his pocket, starting to run in a stumbling way down the street. He nearly tripped over his own feet several times, the combination of the cobblestone and his anxiety not a winning one. The boom of the clock tower striking twelve didn't help matters.

How could he have been so careless? The alcohol and energy of the night, the excitement of having you there- it had blinded him, unchained him from the little ticking numbers at a time when he most needed to be.

It seemed he always turned to God with you, and here he was again, praying with all his might that you were still there, maybe kneeling on the ground, your tail tucked under your dress. Please let her be there. Please let her be safe. I’ll never leave her alone again. I’ll never do a bad thing, I’ll give up piracy forever just please let her be safe.

It was for naught, because when he arrived at the spot you weren’t there.

Chest heaving, he checked the corners and nooks around. Nothing. It felt like he’d run the length of the street and you weren’t in any of it. Billy knew in his heart it was pointless, he knew you never would have left unless someone took you. And your tail had reappeared by now, which meant you couldn’t run. He’d stupidly, foolishly left you helpless.

Maybe you were back in the sea? He didn’t know what powers the pearl possessed. Did it just transport you back to the water when your time was up? Rushing to the docks, he looked for any sign of you, hoping against hope that you’d pop your head out of the water and wave at him, your pretty lips forming the shape of his name. Then he’d dive in and let you drag him underwater and drown, dying happy in your arms, thrilled you hadn’t been taken from him.

Scanning the docks, he noticed commotion on his crew’s ship. There were lantern lights glowing from afar. That was unusual since everyone usually spent the night at a boarding house. Heart sinking, he couldn’t help but wonder if this and your disappearance were connected.

Running with all his might, Billy tried to calm himself. The likelihood was slim. He’d go aboard and the crew would be playing a hearty card game or placing bets. And then he’d resume his search, grateful you hadn’t been left at the hands of such heartless men.

Stumbling up the plank, Billy could see everyone crowded around something, shouts overlapping. That didn’t bode well. He pushed through them, unable to help his gasp when he saw.

You were tied up in roughened ropes, pushed against the port railing, squirming and trying to wiggle away. One of the men was stepping on your fins, laughing as you cried out in pain. 

Billy was frozen at the sight of you, his panic palpable. Your wide eyes found his, and he could see the pleading in them, the silent terror. That was what spurred him into action more than anything.

Shoving the man’s boots off your tail, he knelt at your side, ignoring the shouts and jeers from the crowd. For a second, he forgot there was anyone else there at all. No longer did Billy care for image. His girl was in trouble and, his occupation be damned, he was going to save her.

As he got close, you stopped struggling, instead looking up at him. He was enraged to see that they’d removed both your dress and undergarments, leaving you bare breasted and exposed once again. Not a bad thing generally, but a fearful thing in this group of men.

“Baby…baby I’m so sorry,” he whispered so only you could hear, hand on your cheek. “Shouldn’ta left ya alone.” You leaned into his touch, and he could see tears in your eyes, though they didn't spill.

His hands moved to the knotted ropes, starting to untie them. One of the men shouted at him. “Billy, the hell’re ya doin’? We’re gonna-”

“Let her go,” he interjected firmly, getting the first knot undone and working at the second. “We ain’t hurtin’ a livin’ creature to make quick money.”

Looking from the rope to you, he could see you starting to calm down. Trying to comfort you as he freed you, he murmured, “‘m here. You’re gonna be okay. You ‘n me ‘re gonna get off this ship ‘n neither of us’r comin’ back.”

Now the second knot was loosed, and there was one left. Loud protests still sounded behind him, and a few men even tried to grab Billy’s arm, but he pushed them away, solely focused on you. Already he could see the burns the ropes had left on your torso and his heart ached. He’d hold you all night if you needed in order to soothe you.

Just as he was about done, something cold and hard pressed into the side of his head. Billy tensed, slowly turning.

Jesse was standing there, pistol drawn and pointed at him. His face was rigid. “Step away from ‘er.”

“Like hell I will,” Billy spat, clenching his jaw as he looked up. 

“If ya want ‘er to stay alive, ya will.”

This voice came from someone else. Billy heard footsteps and saw the crowd part. The first thing he saw was the cutlass tucked into the man's belt, then the captain’s hat. He was tall, imposing. There was a hollow look in his eyes that felt like staring into the abyss.

Murphy. The dreaded pirate. True commander of this ship.

Jesse was the placeholder for him, the carrier of orders while Murphy remained hidden from his enemies in a supposedly secret location. And now Billy knew why the ship made port here every single week.

Lazily, his boots thumped against the deck as he came over. Billy stood, facing him at his full height, stance protective. When it came to your well-being, it seemed he couldn’t be intimidated by anything, not even a man treated by the crew as a god.

“Well, Kid,” the pirate laughed. “Ya got yourself into quite a storm here, eh? Kissin’ mermaids behind our backs.”

“Thought she looked familiar when I saw ‘er with ya earlier.” Jesse’s gun was still pointed at Billy’s head. He reached down and shoved your hair away, revealing the reddened scar over your breast. “When I saw this. Right where I hit ‘er a week ago.”

“You’ve broken code, Kid,” Murphy said in a gravelly voice, stroking the hilt of his sword. “Fraternizing with merfolk, not tellin’ your crew ‘bout potential profit…when Jesse told me his suspicions I came right over. Couldn’t miss out on a mermaid.”

“Highest bidders 're a day or two’s journey away,” Jesse said, nodding. “Your girl’s gonna set us up real good.”

“She ain’t somethin’ to be sold,” Billy hissed, gesturing to you. “Let ‘er be. Do what ya want with me.”

“No!” you were reaching out, grabbing his arm and tugging. “Billy-”

“Ah, she really does care for ya?” Murphy snorted. “How rare. Merfolk 're oft selfish beings.”

“Just let me untie her,” Billy said in a low, determinedly calm voice, holding out his free hand. “She’s not a threat. Me ‘n her’ll get outta here and you’ll never hafta see us again.”

He held Murphy’s eyes, and the pirate seemed to be considering. He looked at Jesse, who gave a subtle look. For a moment Billy was sure he was going to give in. That he’d be able to walk off the ship with you in his arms, safe from the bastards he used to crew with.

Then there was a punch to his jaw.

It sent him sprawling to the deck, and he heard you yell his name. Two hands lifted under his arms and started to drag him away. He writhed, trying to escape them, to crawl back to you. But another hit was delivered to his stomach, then his mouth. The heels of his boots clicked over the plank’s footing, and then he was unceremoniously tossed to the ground, landing on the cold wood of the dock.

Billy tried to sit up, intent on getting to his feet and running back up, when knuckles collided with his cheek, blinding him with white hot pain. The shouting from the ship was fuzzy, and he reached out into the distance once before his head hit the dock

Before he slipped into unconsciousness, he had one last lingering though of you that haunted his subconscious as his head throbbed. His secret and his weakness had, like every great pirate, lead to the capture of his treasure.

And gold and jewels had nothing on you.

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[buckyalpine]

18+

Dom Bucky who turns into a needy mess when he’s alone, watching your sex tape.

That’s it. That’s the warning.

He’s so dominant when he’s throwing you around like a ragdoll, phone propped up to get every angle possible. He’s gritting his teeth as he pounds from behind, gripping you hair in one hand and spanking you with the other. He grabs your hips so he can slam them back to meet his thrusts and the whole thing is so debauched with the way you wail uncontrollably.

You’re such a good bunny in bed and he loves what a good girl you, all just for him. You don’t know that he’s secretly even more subby than you when he has his fat cock in his fist.

When he’s alone in his room, he’s a whiny, whimpering mess. He slips his hand down his sweats to calm down his erection but it’s no use, he pulls his cock out instead. All he can think of is your soft body wrapped around his. He grabs his phone to watch your pretty face and he can’t help the breathy moan that escapes his lips when he sees your eyes roll back.

“So pretty bunny” he whines, throwing his sweats off so he can spread his legs wide and cup his balls. “Mmph, such a tight pussy”

He rolls his balls in his palm while panting, replaying the part where your face is between his legs, choking on his dick.

“Sucking so good, lookit that, oh god-“ his breath hitches at the sound of you gagging, thick drops of precum leaking out of the head, “oh fuck, you get me wet bunny”

The man fucking your ever loving brains out isn’t the same man currently jerking his cock off like a desperate little boy. No, the man in the video is in fully control, fucking his princess like she’s nothing more than a fucktoy, grunting and praising her for taking all of him.

But the man who can’t slow his fist down? The one who is squeezing the base of his cock tightly to keep from cumming? He is very different. He’s almost in tears watching his girl take all his dick in every position imaginable. He’s toying with the head of his cock, nimble fingers tracing and caressing his slit with breathy moans, wondering how he got so lucky to get a pretty bunny.

“Makin’ my cock so hard bunny, shit-taking daddy’s cock so good, huh? That’s it- gonna make a mess, God, s’fuckin’ pretty”

At some point he grabs his pillow and shoves it between his legs, humping it like a puppy with his lip caught between his teeth. He’d never be caught dead like this, so subby and needy, rutting his cock against his pillow but he can’t help it. Not when he doesn’t want to bust but toy make it so difficult.

“Lookit what you do to me baby, got me- mmph-humping the bed like a little boy, make it stop mommy”

He groans as soon as the word leaves his mouth, it was so wrong but felt so right. You were making him feel all those things, so soft and sweet and-

“Be my mommy bunny, gonna cum- gonna cum for you- fuck- FUCKK MO- UGH”

He throws his head back and tosses the pillow aside, furious jerking his cock till he blows his load all over his naked chest. He doesn’t stop until his very pink cock has nothing left to give.

It sits soft in his hand, more sensitive than ever and he can’t help but whine, giving it an experimental squeeze, thinking of the way you’d suckle him to make sure there way no cum left.

“Clean me up mommy” he says with a breathy whisper, continuing to play with his spent cock till he shivers and shudders at the feeling. “Need mommy”

He isn’t ready for you to see that side of him yet but-

K bye again.

[mothfables]

It happened in a crash of thunder.

They were making their way along one of the roads in an unclaimed Hyrule when the storm hit. It had been looming all day, making itself known in tight scars and aching joints.

They had just come upon a rocky cliff when it happened. Thunder boomed out of nowhere, making everyone jump. The rain came a moment later, bringing with it a chill that had some of them gasping.

“Let’s find shelter!” Warriors called. There were enthusiastic sounds of agreement.

Twilight pulled the hood of his pelt over his head only to pause. Something felt off. He did a quick headcount. All of the usual troublemakers - Wild, Hyrule, and Wind - were ahead, eagerly searching for some place to take shelter from the rain. The rest were trudging along as well as they could.

Everything seemed fine. He continued walking.

…Wait. Someone was missing.

The rancher stopped in his tracks, counting again. Wind, Wild, Hyrule- that was three. Time and Wars in their armor, glancing worriedly up at the clouds, five. Sky holding his sailcloth over an unhappy Four. Seven. He made eight.

…Where was the Vet?

Twilight glanced around, trying to spot his missing brother. He turned around and-

Oh.

Legend stood frozen in the middle of the road, hands clasped over his ears and eyes shut tight. Thunder boomed again and Twilight watched as he flinched, curling into himself with a barely-audible whimper.

Oh no.

It was no secret among them that Legend hated storms. Twilight hurried back towards his brother, calling out to try and get his attention.

There was no reaction. Legend remained frozen.

“Lege, hey, lookit me.” Twilight knelt down before him, noting with mounting worry how pale he was, just how tightly he curled into himself. Thunder rolled again and Legend flinched hard with a choked sound.

Twilight frowned. Calling his brother’s name again produced no result; Legend stayed unresponsive. A fourth bout of thunder had him shuddering and Twilight biting his lip.

He wasn’t sure what to do. He hesitated to touch him, but calling his name wasn’t working. Legend hated being touched without warning, but Twilight didn’t see any other way to get him out of the rain. With a sigh, he shrugged his pelt off and draped it over the smaller boy, making sure the hood was securely over his head before scooping him up and hurrying back to the rest of their brothers.

The Captain was the first to notice as he approached, his brow furrowing at the shaking form held close in protective arms. He sent Twilight a concerned look which only deepened when Legend let out a small, scared noise.

“We needta git ‘im outta the rain,” Twilight said. Wars nodded and was about to reply when he was interrupted by a shout.

“We found a cave! It looks like there’s enough room fer all of us!”

Wind waved at them from a large opening in the cliffside. The heroes still on the road hurried over, grateful for the chance to get out of the storm.

Inside the cave was thankfully dry and large enough for them to spread out and have their own space. The roof was even high enough they could have a fire without having to worry about the smoke.

Twilight moved to the back of the cave, as far from the entrance as he could. The sound of rain was quieter there, and he felt Legend’s trembling lessen a tiny bit.

“Shh, shh. I gotcha,” he murmured. “Let’s getcha outta those wet clothes, yeah?”

Legend whimpered and clung weakly to him as Twilight tried to gently wrangle him out of his wet things. Warriors came over after changing out of his own soaked clothes to help. Together they managed to get Legend out of his wet clothes and into something soft and dry.

The younger boy didn’t resist, only pressing closer as thunder echoed through the cave. Twilight and Wars shared a look over his head.

“Reckon he’s small, if he’s actin’ like this,” the rancher muttered lowly.

Wars sighed. “Yes, I think that might be the case. Do you think it was the storm?”

“I dunno what else it could been. ‘e was fine earlier, just grouchy cause his scars were actin’ up.”

Wars nodded before crouching down to be level with Legend and speaking softly. “Hey, bud. Are you feeling small right now?”

A muffled whine was his answer and he exchanged another glance with Twilight.

“Do you want me to hold you while Twilight gets changed? You can go right back when he’s done if you want.”

Legend didn’t respond, instead pressing even closer to Twilight as his right hand drifted towards his mouth. Warriors was quick to catch it, rubbing gentle circles into his palm in apology when Legend made an unhappy noise.

“I know, bud, I know. But Twi’s gotta get out of his wet clothes too. Come here.” He gathered Legend into his arms before shuffling around to sit against the wall with him in his lap.

He held his little brother, still rubbing circles into his hands, as he watched the rest of them work to make themselves comfortable to wait out the storm. Wild had managed to get a fire going and was in the process of preparing dinner. Four was furiously toweling himself dry while Wind went around gathering everyone’s bedding, most likely with the intention to make a nest for them all to cuddle in later.

Things had just gotten to a point where they were calm and relaxed when the weather took a turn for the worse.

Lightning flashed, painting the world a blinding white, followed by the loudest clap of thunder yet.

Legend jolted from his place against Warriors’ chest with a cry. Wars managed to catch him before he fell, wrapping his arms around him securely. Legend let him, staring into nothing for a long moment before he burst into tears.

He wailed, shoving his face into Wars’ chest to hide from the storm raging outside. His brother held him close, covering long ears and rocking side to side in an effort to calm him. Soft humming filled the air, a welcome distraction from the dull roar of rain outside their shelter.

It took time but eventually Legend’s tears slowed. Wars ran a soothing hand through his hair as he hiccuped, letting go of the tight grip he had on the older hero’s shirt to rub at red eyes. The captain gently wiped the tears from pale cheeks before pressing a kiss to his brow.

Wet violet eyes peeked up at him from behind damp hair. Wars smiled and tucked a lock behind one of those long ears. Legend sniffled and moved to nuzzle against his neck. He let him, used to the other boy’s way of seeking comfort.

“You feeling a little better, honeybun?”

A small nod against his collarbone. Wars leaned his head against Legend’s, earning a sigh.

“I bet yer tired, huh, kit?” Twilight murmured, laying a hand against Legend’s back. “Let’s git ourselves t’bed, yeah? Wind’s got a nice comfy nest built fer all’a us.”

There was a beat, then a tiny “…okay.”

“That’s th’ spirit. Awright, let’s go!” Twilight helped Wars make sure he had Legend in a secure grip before standing. Then they made their way over to where the Chain was waiting in the aforementioned nest. Wild was the only one missing, still working on dinner.

Wars settled down near the middle, Legend curled in his lap. Sky crawled over with a blanket and tucked him in with a smile. Then he took Legend’s face in his hands and pressed several kisses to his cheeks with exaggerated ‘muah!’ sounds. Legend gave a wet giggle at the affection.

Sky beamed. “There’s my little bird! Are you feeling better, baby?”

Legend nodded before his face scrunched and he yawned, nose quivering. He laid his head on Wars’ shoulder again with a content sigh.

“You can go to sleep if you want, honeybun. It’s alright.” The rain had died down a fair bit, a quiet patter on the cliff outside. Wild finished dinner and came over, plates in hand, and smiled when he saw Legend cuddled up to the captain.

“I’ll save his for later,” he whispered.

“Thanks, champion. I know he’ll appreciate it.”

Warriors began running a hand through Legend’s hair, feeling the boy in his lap relax at the soothing motions. He leaned more and more heavily into the captain, one hand grasping loosely at Wars’ shirt while the other rested under his chin. A moment later tiny squeaking snores sounded.

Sky cooed. The other heroes exchanged adoring smiles at the sight.

“Alright, that’s bedtime for us, I think,” Wars whispered. “Sleep well, everyone. See you all tomorrow.”

With that, he carefully moved to lay down, Legend still wrapped in his arms and snoring quietly. He felt more than saw someone lay a blanket over him, his own eyes already drifting shut from the assurance of safety and family.

“Goodnight, captain,” was the last thing he heard before he let sleep embrace him.

[cupidssorbet]

Tit/ Tongue piercings.

Pairing: Miguel OHara x Reader.

Includes: Mentions of tit and tongue piercings, AFAB but no specific pronouns, looks, etc., tit grabbing/sucking/job, blowjob mentioning. NOT PROOFED.

Art by: shuploc.

Word count: 303.

P.s: I’m sorry I’m posting 6 & 7 on what’s supposed to be day 7, I ended up busy and forgot day 6 so enjoy a double day I suppose! Also this one of my little casual HC + little prompts under them!(extra ps yes I swapped this day with another!)

Summary: none!

Tit piercing:

To be frank MIGUEL didn’t expect it, he was surprised, of all things he didn’t expect you to come home and have tit piercings. Because he’s mid work as per usual and you just come in and flashed him, little gold piercings adorning your nipples catch his eyes immediately.

You best believe he has his hands on them, course he’ll make sure first that your alright with this and then his hands are on them, he loves the way you keen and whine when he patches his mouth over them and rolls them between his fingers it drives him mad. What drives him even more is putting his cock between your tits, watching as you push them together slightly, the way they gleam from the low light, ugh he’s coming within minutes.

“Fuck..They look so damn pretty, shit I’m close, can’t wait to see my cum spilling off those gold piercings.”

Translations: None.

Tongue piercing:

The moment you show him that piercing whether it’s a simple ball or stud you best believe he is kissing on you, tongue and teeth, it’s like a dream for him, you thought he loved the tit piercings well this is like some wet dream for him.

Your lips stretched around his cock, the cold metal of your tongue piercing adding all kinds of sensations that have his hands tangled in your hair, what drives him up the wall is if you lick from the base to the tip, his eyes are glued on the way you move your pierced tongue up his cock, like and I mean laser focused that is if he’s not cumming, and you best believe he’s gonna ask you to stick your tongue out to see his cum on your tongue.

“Oh yeah fuck that’s it..that’s it..Lookit that pretty tongue covered with my cum..”

[buckgasms]

I have an idea that ik you’ll EXECUTE PERFECTLY

Mafia!Bucky is in his office at home dealing with some kind of work and his princess comes in wanting to play, and when he gets a phone call she takes that as her opportunity to make him watch her 🙈🙈

✨Bestie✨

I once did a BDSM test thing online and I rated 100% brat and I was like "pffft that ain't me, I'm an angel" but, when you send me messages like this I think "yeah I get it now..."

Anyhooooooo 👀

Thank you for messaging me, you are perfect ❤️

Lookit him working so hard 🥹

So you're sitting outside Bucky's office, and you've been sitting there for twenty whole minutes!!! You poor baby!

You've been waiting for Bucky to stop talking on the phone which feels like it's been going on all morning! You fiddle with the skirt of your pretty lacy babydoll outfit and pout to yourself when you finally hear his voice say "Ok... Goodbye" and the phone clicks.

You scramble to your feet and tap on the door before walking straight in with a big smile on your face. His eyes brighten with a smile when he sees you, then slightly darken when he takes in your outfit.

"Hi Princess" he growls before patting his lap and you skip over to him and plant yourself down. "Hello" you say excitedly as you boop your nose against his. "Been waiting outside for aaaages Daddy" you pout as he rubs his hands over your thighs and squeezes.

"Oh I'm sorry princess... Shall I make it up to you?" He grins against your skin before capturing your lips in a kiss and adjusting you to grind on his thigh. You giggle between kisses and press yourself down a little. A soft 'ah' slips from your lips and he chuckles, pulling a strap off your shoulder and kissing your skin.

"Is my princess sensitive? You gonna come just like that babygirl?" You shake your head, not wanting that just yet. You waited all morning for this, you wanted to get the whole daddy treatment.

Just as you were telling Bucky this, his phone starts ringing. You whine again and have a little strop in his lap. "Hey, hey don't be like that baby" he says reaching for the phone, "I can still take care of my princess..." He chuckles as you climb off his lap and huff around the office as he takes his call.

It's not right you thought to yourself as he chatted to someone, eyes flicking to you every so often. You've been waiting so patiently, and sweetly and you look so pretty! How dare he answer that phone!

It was then you decided to take matters into your own hands. Quite literally. You plonked yourself down in the armchair on the other side of the desk. He smiled at you before taking a note on the pad in front of him and you smiled back sweetly.

You rolled your straps off your shoulders completely, and let your breasts free. His eyes immediately shot to you with a tense look on his face. You smiled again as your hands started playing with your nipples, squeezing and rolling them between your fingers.

After teasing him like that for a bit you stood and dropped the rest of your clothing to the floor before sitting back in your chair. You giggled quietly as you watched him unzip his jeans and pull his cock out of his boxers. In fact you moaned quite loudly when you saw it, imagining how good it must taste and how heavy it would feel on your tongue.

You propped your feet up on his desk so he had a direct view of your glistening heat. He huffed out as your fingers spread your lips apart before assuring whoever was on the other end of the line that he was fine.

You didn't bother being as restrained, gasping and mewling as your fingers circled your clit before sinking into your needy hole. Your head felt heavy as you struggled to keep your focus on him, but you were satisfied watching him pump his dick in tandem with your own shaky hands.

"Daddyyyy" you whimpered as your orgasm danced just out of reach, unable to truly reach what you needed without his influence. He put his free hand over the receiver and whispered, "Faster babygirl..."

You nodded and pumped your fingers as fast as you could and your head fell backwards for a brief moment as your pretty moans filled the room. He clicked his fingers and mouthed, "eyes on me" which sent a pulse of pleasure and submission to your head and pussy. You could feel your hand drenched in slick, hear your pussy as you did your best to fuck yourself and keep your eyes on him.

You whined out at he growled on the other side of the desk. "Please daddy.... Please you do it" you begged him and he finally told the person on the phone, "let's talk tomorrow" before slamming the handset down.

You managed to launch yourself over the table, and wrap your arms around his neck before you both crashed your lips together in a crazy kiss. "Such a naughty girl" he growled before pushing you to lay back on the table. "Can't wait daddy...please" you begged as he rubbed his cock against your folds. "Its ok now baby... Daddy's gotcha...gonna take good care of my princess..."

You let out something between as gasp and a giggle as he sunk into you, filling you all the way to the brim. He groaned out long and deep as he bottomed out, before setting a hard and fast pace that made your whole body shake and the desk beneath you shudder.

His hands came to rest either side of your head and his face levelled with yours. "Y'know I'm gonna have to punish you for that don't you babygirl?" You nodded and giggled as your arms wrapped around his. He chuckled as he leaned down to press a kiss to your lips, "but I cannot...fuck....I can't resist this perfect cunt princess.... Just takes me so damn well."

You wailed as he finally dragged you over the edge and squeezed him so tightly he let out a long groan of his own. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss, trailing your fingers down his back before he pulled you up and back into his lap.

You sat there just recovering and nuzzling with him for a moment before you were met with a pair of steel blue eyes. You moaned and hid your face in his neck.

"I didn't mean it daddy" you giggled and finally met his gaze with your best puppy dog eyes, pressing your boobs against him and wiggling your bottom against his thigh.

"You think you're the first person to try and bargain your way outta punishment from me?" You giggled and cupped his bearded face in your soft hands. "Umm no, but I bet I'm the prettiest one..."

Even he can't help but laugh at that one....