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bokutosbiceps · 5 months

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bodyguard boyfriend

eustass kid/monkey d luffy/roronoa zoro/trafalgar d water law/vinsmoke sanji x gn!reader | fluff | ~900 words

warnings: some suggestive/18+ themes but nothing explicit, cursing

a/n: okay, this was heavily inspired by @pileofmush because she wrote such a beautiful match up for me + zoro that i started to think about how some of my fav boys would be protective over their s/o !! this is more comedic than romantic but i had such a good time writing it :3

18+ MDNI

eustass kid isn't afraid to straight up tell someone to fuck off. he’ll sneer at them through gritted teeth as he stands behind you, keeping a protective hand on the small of your back. if that alone is not enough to send anyone in a twenty foot vicinity scurrying away, he'll approach whoever has their eyes set on you.

“what the fuck do you think you're looking at?” kid will cross his arms and make himself look bigger, which really isn't necessary with his nearly seven foot frame. “get lost, you piece of shit, or i'll make you regret it.”

if this person isn't stupid, they'll immediately obey and never show their face around you again.

you're always oblivious to others’ attention, though, since kid takes care of it so quickly.

“where'd you go?” you’d ask, looking over your shoulder as kid returned to you.

“nowhere, doll, nothin’ to worry about.” he’d say gruffly before assuming his rightful place next to you and draping an arm over your shoulders.

monkey d luffy doesn't ever get jealous! he doesn't mind if you talk to other people who may or may not be attractive to you, and he doesn't mind if people blatantly hit on you. it's not like he’d ever really pick up on the fact that someone's flirting with you, anyway.

there are times when he becomes protective, though, and that is if someone is harassing you relentlessly, despite your attempts to free yourself from the situation.

he’ll place himself between you and the assailant, his arms outstretched as he herds you behind him. all he has to do is glare at them, and the cheerful boy who'd been by your side is quickly replaced by your strong and capable boyfriend, who’d fight the gods themselves to keep you safe and sound.

“leave ‘em alone.” he'd say lowly, and that's the only thing he’d have to do. afterwards, he'd wrap his limbs all the way around you and rub his cheek against yours, speaking to you in a soft voice but with a huge grin on his face to try and cheer you up.

“you doin’ okay? i got rid of ‘em for ya. you'll never hafta worry about ‘em again!”

roronoa zoro is hyper aware of all of his surroundings. every time you're in public, he notices anyone and everyone who happens to even look in your direction. you'd never know it, though, since he's always good at keeping his cool and aloof in most situations.

“i don’ like the way that person is lookin’ atcha.” zoro would grunt, keeping one hand on his swords and the other wrapped around your waist, fingers pressing into your skin.

“ro, there's no one looking at me. calm down.” you'd say with a chuckle. “be my boyfriend, not my guard dog.”

he'd narrow his eyes at you, a very subtle frown grazing his lips, but he'd comply nonetheless. you're right, after all, there's nothing to worry about.

so he'd just resort to being glued to your backside, hands on your hips and head on a swivel, glaring daggers at this person until they slink away. once they're gone, he'd smirk and huff a satisfied chuckle, letting himself relax as he rests his head in the crook of your neck and closes his eyes. yeah, he's not too worried about it.

trafalgar d water law doesn't typically get jealous. if he does, he'll hold it in his heart and let it weigh heavy on his chest and just send death wishes to whoever is taking your attention away at the moment. it's very easy for him to get you out of these situations, though. he doesn't really want to deal with conflict, he's too tired for that shit. so he has a very simple solution.

he’ll approach you and the unwelcome stranger, sighing and taking his hands out of his pockets.

“room.” law raises his hand, sending a devious smirk from underneath his cap toward the stranger. “shambles.”

and then the stranger would be gone, simple as that.

you'd turn to law with an exasperated look. “you just can't help yourself can you?”

he would just exhale a chuckle and pull you close with one arm, not saying a word.

vinsmoke sanji becomes aggressively aware immediately after anyone of the opposite sex expresses even the most minute amount of interest in you. it could be a smile that looks just a little to friendly or a glance that lasts a little too long, he's on it.

he won't let you notice, though. he'll keep his loving and cheerful demeanor, speaking to you in a sweet voice and continuing to call you by your pet name whenever you speak to him. but he's going to be stalking around you, blocking the pursuer’s line of sight with his body while keeping his hands on your hips.

“i’ll be right back, darling!” he’d tilt your chin up to place a sweet kiss to your lips before quickly approaching the stranger and grabbing them by their collar, dragging them out of the area.

he wouldn't physically harm them, but he'd shove them against a wall and threaten the fuck out of them. “if you ever so much as look at my precious y/n-chan again, i will personally deliver you to hell.”

then he'd be off, running back to your arms with such zest and sweet excitement!

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xxventiswindblumexx · 1 year

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@hitomisuzuya and I spend all night coming up with the most vile feral head canons for Xiao, Scaramouche, and Venti! I'll like to add to it and post it for everyone! I'll be making a fic later for it too 🤭

⚠Warnings⚠:Feral activity, predator and prey dynamic, heat/ruts, biting, marking, animalistic characteristics, breeding kink, pregnancy mentions, dub-con/non-con, absolutely filthy

𓁹Adeptus Xiao𓁹

The poor Adeptus already had trouble dealing with his feelings, now imagine that but triple the damage.

Zhongli had fed Xiao a type of herb that made him revert into a more animalistic state of mind, he wanted to test a few things out

Of course in this state of mind Xiao is too dangerous not to have in a collar and chain, Zhonglis gloves hand kept a firm grip on the end of it to prevent Xiaos escape, the Adeptus often pulled, growled and scratched at it

Curious on if Xiao could have offspring since he never seen the male try, he would innocently send word for Y/N to come visit him, that he had so em thing important to talk of.

While talking over tea he had Xiao in the other room hidden, he had slipped Aphrodisiacs into your tea, strong ones so I wouldn't take long before your slumped in your seat, face heating up and slightly panting.

"Are you alright Y/N? You look a little.. Sick? " he asked innocently as he sipped his own tea to hide his smile of amusement, once you could no longer give coherent answers he chuckled and place his tea cup down

"Perfect, absolutely perfect. I'm sure your supple body will do just fine with Xiao" pulling you into his lap as his gloved hands trace your now over heating body, panting and whining at his touches

"Yes, you'll do nicely, and if I'm not mistaken you're quite fertile too, I've been hoping to find such a sweet mate for him" his eyes glowing slightly as his fangs graze your neck "I could almost mark you myself but, that would ruin my whole experiment. Come, you must see Xiao"

Bringing you to Xiao and placing you just outside his reach, he thought of tying you down but in this state you had no energy to fight the hormonal Adeptus so be a good girl and offer yourself to him, makes it easier and less painful to have a willing mate" he says as you could only whine, the whine plus your scent was driving the Adeptus mad, growling, biting and clawing at his collar even more, almost breaking lose.

Once Zhongli was situated at his chair with the chain in hand he undid the hook from his collar, unleashing the Adeptus onto poor Y/N

The Adeptus pinned the other down under him onto her stomach, his claws ripping her clothing, exposing her hot flesh causing you to sigh in slight relief

His mouth attacking your neck leaving love bites and mate marking as his claws dragged themselves down her body lightly leaving light marks.

Any time you wiggled rather it was to try getting away or just out on pleasure he would only growl lowly and force you back in place

His throbbing cock slammed into your dripping hole, he let out a loud groan as your moans was drowned out by his animalistic sounds.

Let's just say he wasn't going to let go of you until you become pregnant with his offspring

And once you do he wasn't going to let anyone near you, if Zhongli even attempted to check on you he would his a deep bite on his hand, Zhongli should've expected it, brushing off what normally would be a hand breaking wound for a mortal.

During your pregnancy he would pace around the shared room, the over territorial Adeptus made sure no one came onto his territory or near his mate.

Any whines you made from being sore or over all pregnancy pains he would be immediately by your side, licking his marks and kissing over them in an apologetic manner.

He often 'hunted' food, unfortunately Zhongli still couldn't let Xiao out of this home, he would be too dangerous to the public so he would often leave out food so I gave Xiao the feeling of hunting at least.

He would share his food always, no matter how much you already ate he would always split his remaining food with you

He would often run his fingers through your hair to calm and groom you.

Xiao is over all a very attentive mate, rough at first but will sacrifice for you.

⚡︎Scaramouche⚡︎

Scaramouche was at the mercy of Dottore, after being injected with a strong syrum and let him lose in his testing room, slowly watching the short raging puppet turn into a silent, shaky one.

He needed to test more so he called for Scaras assistant who was confused on where her Harbinger had went to.

"Here you look tired, I'm sure we will find him soon, just drink up and I'll get to it" he said so calmly, you should've known better then to drink anything from the Doctor.

After drinking what you thought was some water your face started to get hotter, your body reacting to the well hidden aphrodisiac

Once your eyes glazed over in lust he manages to guide you into the room before observing in the other room, looking through a two way mirror.

Scaramouche almost ran for you but clenched his fists annoyed, he's straining to hold himself back but once you're up against him, begging for his attention he wouldn't be able to hold himself

Forcing you down as he still manages to degrade you "You're such a slut, it's no wonder you're picked for this. Have you always thought of me with that filthy fucking mind of yours? "

He wouldn't take long before getting his cock shoved into your hole earning an excited squeal

(Head canon for a friend! 🤭) He would pull at your blonde hair harshly as his thrusts showed no mercy. "At least your hair is useful for more then just a damn warning on your IQ" he hissed as his hips rocks harsher

His hands soon gripping your hips as his hips falter, his cock twitching, cursing as he was getting closer.

Your release couldn't have come at a better time because Archons know if he would've allowed you to cum after him, a thick ring of white on the base of his cock only served to drive him over the edge, filling you full.

His electric purple eyes would shoot daggers at the Doctor if he dared to try prying you two apart, his more primal instincts would assume he would take his mate away.

Your neck and body littered with hickeys but most importantly his electro mark.

Once you started to show on pregnancy his hands never left your belly, cuddling from behind as they felt your belly swell.

Anytime the doctor came to check on you two or provide food he was always on the defensive, guarding you like an angry cat, hissing and even biting at him if he got too close.

He was a more lazy mate compared to Xiao, instead of making rounds to protect his territory he often just laid with you.

𖤍Venti𖤍

Albedo asked the bard if he could sample a special potion for him, and without asking or thinking of course Venti downs it because nothing can hurt him, he's an Archon so why even bother being careful

Well he didn't expect this effect

After being observed and noted on for almost an hour, his arousal grew, causing the bard to be whiny and annoying to the Alchemist, however he had research to do and couldn't just dismiss him, so Venti dismissed himself!

When the Alchemist looked away for a moment he would notice the bard had disappeared like the wind, he would look for him but of course he wouldn't be able to find him.

Venti is already on his way to find a special someone, this aphrodisiac brought the more feral side of him, he wanted nothing more then to just breed you right then and there when he noticed your soft smile as you spoke to Captain Keaya.

His jealousy grew, if the green eyed monster was a person it was Venti.

Of course he was stride over and wrap his arms around you, whining some as his eyes shared a glare to the captain that was far from his normal behavior

Luckily for Kaeya since he knew ventis identity he wasn't about to just play with his life here, sayo g his goodbyes before leaving the two of you alone

"What was that? I hope I didn't say anything" oh so innocent, not one bit aware of your overly jealous and arousal Archon lover giving the captain the scare of a life time

Oh how he will ruin you tonight

And like he thought out in his mind the whole time he's dragging you home, he would see your beautiful eyes looking up at him with tears as his cock slams back into you, he's already came twice as well as you but his Archon stamina never faltered.

Whining and groaning "oh my muse you feel so good, so tight~"

He praised his mate as he continues to pound into them through the night, only ever stopping once the sun started to peek over the mountains.

When you gotten pregnant it was definitely a shock for him, he really didn't think your soft mortal body could bare a child of an Archon, but he wasn't complaining.

Constantly rubbing your swollen belly, giving your neck kisses and huming tunes to you.

He would always sing you to sleep when you had trouble, always finding the freshest apples and cutting them for you, and whenever it got too hot his winds would cool you down easily

Unlike the other two he didn't have to worry about someone interfering with his mate

However if Zhongli did try to visit on this rare occasion he would definitely keep a wing over you, only ever using his Archon form to try an intimidate the other Archon who honestly could care less on that.

Venti is a mix of the other two, he's very attentive but also very lazy as well.

That's what I have for this part! I can make other parts upon requested! 😌

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scarletts-scribbles · 4 months

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Spice Up Your Life

⁀➷ Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

⁀➷ Notes: Just a small idea I thought could be really cute :) If anyone has requests/ideas please send em over!

⁀➷ Summary: Natasha admits to you that she never really learnt how to cook, luckily you're more than happy to teach her.

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Natasha knew you were cooking from the moment she’d gotten home. The smell of oil and fresh vegetables hung in the air, wrapping her in a sweet aroma, as she hung up her coat Nathan couldn’t help but smile to herself as she made out your low humming coming from the kitchen. A slow happy tune gracing your lips.

She loved coming home to you cooking. Not only was it something you enjoyed but you always made something delicious for her and she was always beyond grateful.

Truth be told, she was a little jealous of your culinary skills. Sometimes the redhead would just linger at the kitchen door, leaning on the wooden frame whilst she watched you effortlessly guide a knife to chop ingredients or she’d come to your side and help you plate your meals. It was somewhat enchanting to her to see you in your element.

Tonight was no different. Natasha finished taking off her coat and slid off her boats, placing them on the small rack by the front door before making her way to the kitchen.

She couldn't resist the urge to sneak up behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist and resting her chin on your shoulder. "What's on the menu tonight?" she inquired, her voice filled with genuine curiosity.

“Well let’s see, I’ve got some fresh peppers from the market and we’ve got those left over noodles.” You explained as you continued to dice up a garlic glove, “I was thinking maybe a stir-fry, how does that sound?”

“Stir-fry sounds amazing.” She smiled and planted a soft kiss on your cheek and peered over at the ingredients. Nat pursed her lips for a moment before stepping back to admire how you navigated the kitchen so easily.

“So.” Natasha began but paused for a moment, causing you to stop and look back at her. She seemed to be blushing a little, her cheeks a darker red, “How do you know how to prepare everything so well? You do it so easily, I’ve never been able to do anything like this.” She mumbled quietly, her gaze not quite meeting your eyes. It was something you’d learnt that she did when she was embarrassed, “I never learnt how…”

You chuckled softly, turning to face Natasha, "Well, it's just something I picked up over the years. Trial and error, you know?" You noticed her hesitancy and added, "But if you want, I'd be more than happy to teach you some tricks?”

Natasha smiled widely, unable to stop the corners of her lips curling up, her eyes seemingly sparkled with excitement. “You’d do that?”

You turned to face her, surprised but amused. "Of course darling, it's never too late to start learning. How about you help me finish making this? I'll teach you the ropes as we go.” You smiled, washing off your knife before offering it out to her.

Natasha raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in her eyes. "Are you sure you want to risk it? I might burn the kitchen down."

“Well it’s lucky that I live with a very strong Avenger who can elegantly carry me to safety, isn’t it?”

Natasha muffled a giggle, shaking her head a little as she kissed your cheek. You returned the gesture softly before guiding her towards the cutting board, you handed Natasha an orange pepper. "Here, hold the pepper like this, and let's start with a simple chop." Your hands gently covered hers, guiding her hands gently with the knife, slicing through the vegetable as you demonstrated, “See? You've got this."

As Natasha started to chop the pepper with your guidance, she couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. "I might not be as smooth as you, but I’ve love to cook for you sometime - only once I get a little better of course, wouldn’t want to poison you.”

You chuckled, nudging her playfully with your hips, “I think I’d love that Natty.” With a wink, you handed her a pan, showing her how to heat it up and explaining the order of ingredients and how to know when each one was ready. It didn’t take long to explain your seasonings either, she was so eager to take it all on. “We could make this a regular thing if you’d like? Start making meals together from now on?”

Natasha's eyes lit up with excitement. "I'd like that very much," she replied, a genuine warmth in her voice. As you both continued to cook together, the kitchen filled with laughter and the sizzling sounds of the oil. It was the beginning of a new tradition, where the joy of cooking intertwined with the joy of being together and you couldn’t be more proud of the progress she’d made.

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miniwheat77 · 9 months

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Brat pt. 2 (dbf!Captain Price.)

!CW! NSFW, Smut, unprotected p in v sex, John being a gentleman 🥰, virginity loss, mention of body shaming, thigh riding (sorry if I missed any.)

“How has Y/N been lately?” John asks your dad.

It’s been a few weeks since you’ve seen him. “Oh she’s been great, I’m not sure what was going on with her.” He shrugs. You were off at a friends house right now, it was just John and your dad. They’re in your back yard, making burgers for dinner on the grill. “Maybe she just needed out of the house.” He smiles. “Yeah maybe. I’m sure she’s going stir crazy being done with school and all that.” He laughs, flipping one of the beef Pattie’s with a spatula. “She’s been out so much lately.” He sighs. “Is that bad?” John asks. “No of course not, it’s just hard. She’s eighteen now yeah but she still had to abide by my rules. I just hate that she’s growing up. I don’t want her getting herself into trouble thinking she’s more mature than she actually is.” John is listening, choosing to let your dad vent versus talking.

“I mean.. even when she was a little girl, she always liked older guys. Like.. thirties and above. She’s never liked guys her age. And I understand. Boys her age are nothing but.. sex driven assholes. I just worry so bad about her walking into the arms of the wrong man.” He sighs. For a minute, John feels bad. Like he’s taken advantage of you. You seemed so mature for your age, maybe he’d missed it.

“I’ve always monitored her stuff. Cell phones, computer. Everything. Behind her back of course. Just to make sure she never started talking to anyone online or any of that but I stopped because she’s adult now, deserves her privacy n all that. I never found anything out of the ordinary.” He shrugs. “She’s a smart girl. I’m sure she’ll be just fine.” John shrugs. “Yeah, I know. I just worry cause it’s my kid. Even though her attitude kills me sometimes.” He laughs. John smiles. “She does got quite the attitude.”

Your dad shakes his head with a smile. "Sometimes she's real nice, a real good girl. Other times I just wanna strangle her." He groans. John laughs, taking a drink of his beer. "She'll get better mate, it takes a while. I'm sure she's just figuring everything out." Your dad nods. "Yeah. You try saying that when she's being a brat." He rolls his eyes. "Send her my way. Little military training wouldn't hurt" He laughs. Your dad smiles. "That's a great idea actually. Although with how mean she can get she might humble you a little bit. Got a bite just like her dad." He laughs. "Sure it's nothing I can't handle."

He laughs. Just then, they hear your car pull into the driveway, an awful squeak coming from your car as you come to a halt. "Fuck." Your dad grumbles. "What?" John asks. "I told her I'd look at her breaks last weekend and never got around to it." He sighs. "I'm not doing anything, I can look at 'em while you're at work." He shrugs. "Oh that'd be great, thanks John." He smiles. You step out the back door, smiling when you see the both of them. Sundress blowing in the wind. "Are we gossiping out here?" You smirk. "Yeah about you. John's gonna take a look at your brakes so you can quit bugging me about it." He nudges you. "It just needs new brake pads." You roll your eyes. "I'll find something else to bug you about just because you said that." You smirk. "Yeah. I'm gonna send you John's way when you’re acting like a brat. He'll get you whipped into shape." He winks. Patting your shoulder. Your heart falls into your stomach, and your dad passes by you into your house, John nearly spits his beer out at your expression. Your cheeks are bright red and your eyes are wide. "He meant.. military punishments. We were joking about it." He laughs. "Oh.. Okay." You breathe. You needed to get the hell out of there. "Bring your car over, I'll look at it." You nod your head, hurrying off to hide your blushing cheeks.

Your heart settles in your chest as you climb into your car, starting up the engine. You notice John’s garage door opening. You pull out of you driveway and maneuver your car into his, pulling into his garage until he tells you to stop. He closes the garage door behind you. “I already have the brake pads and rotors.” You fidget with your hands nervously, you’re alone with him again. “Alright, so this will be easy than.” He smiles.

He gathers everything he’ll need. Tools, car jack. He even had some extra oil laying around. Figuring he’d just do it while he’s working on your car.

As he’s working on it, he starts asking questions. Not easing into it, jumping in head first. “So. I’ve heard your dad mention more than once that you’re into older guys. There a reason?”

His blunt question sends crimson up your cheeks. “Uh…” you pause. “Because guys my age suck.” You breathe. “Well yeah, but there’s got to be a reason. Have you ever even dated someone your age?” He asks. “Yes.” You breathe. “That’s the reason I don’t like them.” You laugh awkwardly. “What happened?” He asks. “Um..” you shift uncomfortably. He emerges from underneath the car, he’d finished up already. He leans up against it, crossing him arms. You’re sitting on a bench by his toolbox. “Go on.” You sigh. “Tried to pressure me into having sex with him. I wasn’t interested.” John nods his head. “That’s it?” He asks. You groan. “No. He was controlling. Wouldn’t let me wear shorts, monitored my social media, told me my thighs were too big and that he didn’t like my stretch marks. And I know it could be all guys but older men have been much kinder to me than guys my age.” John smiles. “Sweetheart.. I hate to break it to you.” He adjusts his beanie that he’s wearing. “But guys will be nice to you no matter what if they want something from you.” His eyes travel to the sweet spot between your legs, noticing you shift yourself uncomfortably. He can see the way you’re sitting now, eyes filling with tears. He feels like an asshole. You probably weren’t ready to hear that.

“Not all of them. Especially if I don’t tell them that I’m a Virgin to begin with.” You avoid his gaze. He nods his head. “Y/N. You’re a sweet girl and I’m not trying to be a prick here. But all men have some kind of flaw, even your dad does. I can be mean when I don’t want to be.” He shrugs. “You have to find someone you tolerate the most, because we all suck.” He laughs. “I didn’t mean to upset you, darling.” He moved toward you, placing his hand on your thigh. “It’s okay.” You mumble. “I can be mean too.”

He smiles, looking down. “Did you only touch me because.. because you want to use me?” You look up at him. “No, no.” He breathes. “I gave you a bad example.” He sighs. “What happened between you and I Y/N.. it wasn’t right. I wasn’t right to touch you like that.” He chuckles. “I’m not right for you, you deserve far better than anyone like me. The reason I brought this up is just because I don’t think anyone will be good enough for you. You’re the perfect, pretty, bratty girl.” He smiles. “And you deserve the fucking world.” His hand is still on your thigh, he’s close to you. “John?” You look up at him. “Yeah?”

“You said what happened was bad..” he nods his head. “Am I a bad girl if I liked it?” You bite your lip. Your tone of voice, the way you’re looking up at him. It’s killing him. He hisses under his breath, the way you’re looking at him should not be allowed. It’s pure sin. “No. Because it feels good. It was wrong of me to put you in that position.” He breathes. You sigh. “I liked it.” You breathe. “I think about it all of the time, try to replicate the way I felt myself but I can’t even come close.” You whimper, pushing your hips toward the end of the bench, clenching your thighs together. His eyes travel down, seeing your reaction to just the thought of him alone. He turns away from you, he needs to get the fuck out of here before he does anything else. “You’ll learn. It’s best you figure out what your body likes best before you trust someone else with it.” He reassures you. You nod your head. “It’s been years and nothing makes it feel better.” You laugh. A part of you knows that you’re teasing him. But another part of you doesn’t realize just how hard you’re making him. “What do you mean?” He asks. “I.. I’ve been getting this.. tightness in my stomach. I didn’t know that.. it was.” You blush. “I didn’t know it was because I was turned on. Until I was talking to some friends at school a couple years ago and heard them talking about sex and what felt good. No matter how I touch myself, it just doesn’t feel right.” You breathe. “But.. when you did it..” you shift in your seat. “Changed everything.” You breathe. You’re a horny mess on his bench right now, and he’s doing everything he can to hold himself back.

He notices your dad pulling out of your driveway though the small window in his garage, off to work. Your mom had already left for her night shift job as well.

You were completely alone with John. For hours.

“What does it feel like?” You ask. Looking up at him. He moves forward, sitting next to you on the bench. Turning himself toward you. “What?” He asks. “Sex?” You chew on your lip. “For me? It’s amazing. It feels.. you know how I touched you? It feels like that but a hundred times better.” He breathes. “But for you? It’ll hurt. Because you’re still a Virgin.” He sighs. “Does it always hurt?” You ask. “No, just the first time. The second time may be a little uncomfortable. Your body just has to get used to it.” He explains. “How bad does it hurt?” You look up at him. “It.. it depends.” You tilt your head. Looking confused. “Depends on the size of your partner.” He avoids your curious gaze.

John had to clench his eyes closed so that the thought of you, whimpering as you take him down travels through the depths of his mind. “Would you take advantage of me?” You ask. “What? Of course not.” He breathes. You reach out, grasping his hand and pulling it into you. Setting it onto your thigh. “Y/N.” He breathes. His chest is tight. He hasn’t felt this riled up in forever, how on earth you’re making him feel like this is beyond him. It’s wrong, so wrong.

“I can’t stop thinking about it, John.” He draws his hand away from your thigh, pushing it up passed your cheek. Resting it there. “I was wrong. To touch you like that. I shouldn’t have done what I did.” He breathes. He can feel the frustration radiating off of you. “Please..” you mewl. “I can’t do it, no matter what I do.” You whimper. You’re breaking him. He sighs. Placing his hand down on your thigh. Sliding it up a little bit. “It’s wrong darling. I don’t want to take advantage of you, you’re just desperate.” He breathes. You climb up into his lap, breathing out as you straddle one of his thighs. “Shit-“ he breathes. You rock your hips into his thighs, whimpering at the friction you feel. He hisses at the warmth between your legs. He can’t keep it together anymore. Something about you using him to get off just sends him spiraling. He rests his hands on your hips, pushing your dress up onto your hips. He guides you into him, groaning out. “John..” you whimper. “Yeah?”

“I want to know what it feels like.” You look up at him. “What?”

“Sex.” You whimper. He holds your hips steady. Looking deep into your eyes. “Y/N.” He sighs. “You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into. I’ll hurt you, real bad.” He breathes. “I trust you, John. I want you to do it.” You breathe. “You said so yourself, you wouldn’t take advantage of me.”

He sighs. “Of course not, but.. this is so important and it should be with someone you love.” You look up at him. He sighs at the look you have in your eyes, gleaming so bright, so full of trust for him. He feels like a creep for having such relations with you. He lifts you up, walking you inside of his house. He sits down on his couch with you still in his lap, looking at you. “I can help you out, but you should save yourself for someone special. Yeah?” You nod your head. He moves your panties to the side, rubbing gentle circles into your clit and you whimper, rocking your hips into his hand. He circles your wet hole with one of his fingers and pushes it into you. You grind down into his finger.

“So desperate..” He trails off, admiring you. You’re basically riding his fingers and he’s enjoying it, lifting his hand into you. “John.. please.” You whimper. “Baby.. you don’t know what you’re asking for.” He chuckles at your desperation. You look at him, wiggling away from him. “What are you doing?” He asks. You slide down onto your knees and his eyes widen when you slide your hands up his clothed thighs. He rests his hands at his sides, letting you do this even though he knows he shouldn’t let you. “Do you even know what you’re getting yourself into?” He smirks down at you. You glare up at him, that same bratty attitude showing through.

John never thought he’d see the day, you’re pouting because he won’t take your virginity.

You nibble at your lip nervously as you unbutton his jeans, they needed to be washed because he smelled like gear oil and dust but something about him, dirty hands, messed up hair since he’d discarded his beanie somewhere between here and there. He looked messy and that’s enough to want him. Aside from the fact that he’s who he is. The first man that’s ever put his hands on you, drew fire into your skin and put it out with his cold touch. You’re zoned out as you work his cock from his jeans, thinking about that day on his boat. What he did to you. What he started. He lit a fire inside of you that day, made you crave him. You can’t sleep without thinking of him. Can’t eat without imagining him and his tongue and the way he devoured you like it was the tastiest meal ever put in front of him.

His fingers moving through you expertly, painting out the finest art, drawing the sweetest symphony from your lips and calming the harshest ocean brewing in your stomach with just a swirl of his tongue.

Your breath hitches in your throat when you reveal him to you for the first time and you’re realizing exactly why he’s said what he said.

You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.

But there’s some beauty in the unknown right?

You take the tip of his cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue over the tip, and his eyes widen. A gasp leaves his lips as you suck gently on the tip, taking him further and further with each bob of your head. “Huh- oh fuck-“ he breathes. Hands clutching at the cushions of his couch. You’re nervous to do something wrong, worried about hurting him.

The lewd noises coming from your lips as you suck him harder, his eyebrows raising as you cup his balls, showing them some attention too. He lets his head rest back onto the couch. Wrapping a hand in your hair, guiding you to take him further down. “You’re so pretty.” He breathes. “Such a good girl, could fool me with how good you are at this.” He smiles, knowing his praises egg you on more and more. He rests one of his arms over the back of his couch and when you look up at him, pretty eyes, gleaming with need. He’s got his answer.

He pushes you off of him, nearly busting right then and there with that look in your eyes. He lifts you up, helping you wrap your thighs around his waist. He holds you into him, only one arm wrapped around your back. He walks with you back into his bedroom. The walls are a dark grey color, silk sheets to match. He has dark curtains that keep the daylight out and he sets you down on the edge of his bed. He grasps the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. You don’t fully register what’s going on, but excitement settles into your stomach because a part of you knows what he’s going to do to you. “I can’t imagine fumbling a girl like you.” He breathes. Pushing you back onto his bed. “I just realized through all of this I haven’t even kissed those pretty lips yet, such an asshole of me.” He breathes. He hovers over you, leaning into you and kissing you. He holds a hand over your throat, not putting an pressure against you but holding you still as he attacks your lips with his. You’re a mess, turned on and desperate for him. His facial hair scratches you, leaving a permanent burn behind as he pulls away. He cups your breasts through your dress, massaging them gently. He kisses your bare chest, moans slipping passed your lips. He pushes your dress up onto your hips, pulling you forward so that he can help you take it off. He missed the sight of you, exposed to him. “If I would’ve been your age, had a chance to be with a girl like you…” he trails off, shaking his head with a laugh as he pushes your legs apart. “I would worship the fucking ground you walk on darling, and you’re telling me they’re out here- insulting the sexiest parts of you..” he kisses down your stomach, the attraction you feel for him is overwhelming, you want his hands on you.

You want him between your legs.

Your wishes are granted as he presses a gentle kiss to your clit and a whimper leaves your lips. At long last, he’s finally touching you again. Panties pulled to the side.

It doesn’t last long. He laps at your entrance with his tongue for just a couple minutes before he’s pulling away, licking his lips. “If I do this..” he breathes, moving himself up the bed once more. “You can’t take it back.”

You nod your head. “I know.” You whimper. He sighs.

He’s an awful friend. An awful person.

He pushes his jeans down the rest of the way, pulling your panties down your legs, discarding everything between the both of you, in the way of him taking what’s his.

“I’m a little out of practice. I have nothing..” he breathes. “It’s okay.” You look up at him.

He spits in his hand, slicking up the tip of his cock. Pushing your legs up on him and brushing the tip of his cock over your opening. Your heart is pounding in your chest, pumping blood through you at a rapid rate. “I’m going to hurt you okay? You just have to get through it once and I promise I won’t hurt you anymore.” You nod your head. “I trust you John. It’s okay.”

He’s such a scumbag. He’s got to be at his lowest. He shouldn’t be doing what he’s doing.

But he can’t pull away from you. He’s too far gone.

He pushes the tip of his cock through your folds and you clutch hard at the bed as he starts to slide himself into you more. He’s surprised how easy it is despite the way you’re clamping down around him. “Fuck.. you’re so wet pretty girl.” He gasps. A whimper leaves your lips as he slides deeper, a sob leaving your lips as he wraps his arms tight around you and burying himself into you in one deep thrust. You’re shaking a little bit, he knows it hurt. Knows how uncomfortable you are. Tears are gathering in your eyes, filling up the channel of your tear ducts. “It’s okay darling. It’s over.” He breathes. He nudges your cheek with his nose, kissing you as an attempt to soothe you. You’re panting hard, biting your lip.

That’s it.

His cock is nestled inside the tight cavern between your legs. He’s taken it.

He slides out of you, and you clutch at his blanket, whimpering out. Tears stream down your cheeks. “It’s alright baby. You’ll get used to me. Just relax.” He kisses you again, rocking his hips into yours. He’s going slow, letting you get used to the way your walls wrap around him. It takes a few minutes but eventually, you’re pushing him away from you slightly, widening your legs so that you could see him, all of him. His cock is wet, a little bit of your blood from the tear but mostly your arousal and you’re watching him slide into you.

“Oh my god-“ you whimper. “I.. I feel so full.” You cry. He chuckles at your reaction. “Yeah.. you’re taking all of me.” He smiles. Pushing your thighs up so that you could see him disappear inside of you, burying his cock to the hilt. “Fuck.. I can’t believe.. you just took my-“ you moan out when he picks up his pace. “Your pussy is so fucking sweet.” he shakes his head, in complete disbelief that someone could feel this good. He speeds up his pace even more, you can’t keep yourself together at the feeling of him. You’re a mess, moaning out, whimpering his name. Just like he imagined you would be. He rests his hand on your lower stomach, holding you steady. He lowers his hand, pressing the pad of thumb against your clit, smiling at how swollen it is. You’re so horny, so needy for him. He rubs gentle circles into it, knowing how easy you’re going to get overstimulated. “You’re such a brat.” He chuckles. “My spoiled little brat. Can’t make yourself cum so you have me do it all for you.” Your eyes are closed and your head is tilted back but you’re smiling. “Are you complaining?” You giggle. “Not at all.”

A gasp leaves your lips as he pushes down on your clit harder. Feeling your hips squirm away from his touch. He feels you clench down around him, and he knows you’ve got to be close. He tilts his head back, adams apple bobbing as he swallows hard, he’s got a death grip on your thighs. “John!” You mewl. “That’s it baby. Cum for me. Cum on my cock.” He breathes.

Those 4 words, you’ve heard in every filthy movie you’ve ever seen, never imagined that you’d ever hear them for yourself, from John Price, your dads best friend of all people. You’re tumbling over that abrupt edge, coming around him with the loudest moan you’re sure you’ve ever let out. You’re clamping hard down around him. Pussy pulsing around him. It’s the hardest you think you’ll ever cum, vision going white. John shivers at the tightness of you, barely remembering to pull out of you as he reaches his own orgasm, gritting his teeth as he coats your stomach in thick white ropes of his cum.

He relaxes, taking in deep breaths. “Fucking hell.” He pants.

He smiles, turning his head away from you to hide the way he blushes at the sight of you. Watery eyes, swollen lips. Your cheeks are flushed red. You look completely fucked out.

He lays next to you, calming himself down.

He helps you get cleaned up and holds you close to him for a few hours, talking about random things until your eyes are growing heavy. “How about we go get you tucked in Ah?” He smiles. He’s let you borrow one of his shirts, and you swim in it. It smells like him.

You nod your head. “I want you to stay but.. we’d both fall asleep and your dad would freak out.” He laughs. You smile at him. “Damn right he would. Thank you for working on my car John.” You smile. He leads you out to his garage once more. “No problem. If it has anymore issues just let me know. I’ll take care of you.” He kisses your lips one more time before you climb inside. He opens the garage door and you pull out, giving him a small wave.

His touch lingers on you, traces of his fingers where they permanently etched into your skin.

This was a night you’ll never forget.

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katabay · 3 months

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full body commissions, at long last!

the base price is $100 for a single figure, and then you add on the price for colors if you want that! flat color prices vary on complexity. if you have someone in a suit, then it's just +$30, but it's more like a complex period costume, then it's closer to +$40-50 (same for simple renders)

(simple renders are not an additional fee on top of the flat colors! I realize that it might be a little confusing, flat colors + simple renders is it's own thing, which starts at +$40)

anything over $100 can be paid either in it's entirety up front, or $100 up front, and the rest once completed (for this, I'll send a lower resolution jpeg of the finished illustration when it's finished, and the high res png when the payment goes through)

visual references are a big help! either art of the character, or things like a face claim or actor. if you have a character from a specific time period, please also send references of the clothes you'd like them in! if you have a pose in mind, feel free to tell me! It can be anything from standing around, to sitting down, jumping, etc.

these prices are for private commissions only! which means you can go ahead and get 'em printed or whatever for your own personal use but you can't use them commercially

currently, I don't have prices for a commission with a second full body figure! if you really want something like that, we can work out a price.

I'm also using a dead line weight in these examples, but if you want something that looks more like the inking style that I use in Trikaranos, just let me know!

🍊 commissions will be on a 10x15 in canvas at 300dpi :)

🍊 email me at [email protected], and we can talk details! I use paypal for payment, do not send me money ahead of time because this is not my paypal email and I use invoices.

if I don't reply in like, a day, feel free to message me here and I'll give you my other email where we can hash out details because sometimes, the perils of having an email on public display is that people will sign your email up for junk mail and it takes a minute to mark it all as spam

things I'll draw: established characters, ocs, your favorite dead roman or greek hero, I'm cool with it all!

things I won't draw: generally, I'm not too keen on drawing anyone under 18, as you may realize from the fact that many characters on my blog are vaguely in their 30s. like, it's not a hard rule, but I will fully admit right here that I'm better at drawing people over 20.

(also! again. money this month sucks, and the economy is honestly just a huge bummer for literally everyone everywhere. if my prices for full body comms are out of your range, I'm cool to do payments in $50 a month installments!)

#also my finances are a little yikes this month: if you get a full body commission i'll also throw in a little thank you head sketch of your #character. but that's a secret. shhhh.#commissions tag

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pokechbi · 9 months

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Hi! i love your post so much🫶 i was wondering if you could make a head canon on how 141 and konig would comfort their plus size SO if they were feeling self-conscious?

only if you’re up to it!!

Keep writing..it’s so good:))

Hi Anon! TYSM for the ask <3 I love to hear that you enjoy my writing :') makes me feel all giddy hehe :)) This was such a good request, I actually would like to make it a bit longer! I've got so many ideas for this <3 LMK if you want me to add the rest of the team ;) I hope this one met your expectations :)

In Your Skin

TF141 & Konig comfort plus size (fem) reader

NSFW, MDNI !!! (yk i had to add some seggsy time, what can i say)

CW: Body image issues

Fem anatomy used

WC: 1.5K

As always, enjoy loves!

Simon Ghost Riley

Will start off gently comforting you, caressing your body and leaving kisses & hickies on every inch of you. He'll make you keep eye contact as he does this, squeezing and worshipping every single part of you. He'll also make you repeat after him, slurring out which parts of you he adores most and why.

"I love your plump little belly, wanna know why?" He'll say, sloppily kissing you up and down, landing on your underbelly, biting the sensitive flesh like it's his last meal. "Gotta have something to hold onto while I'm fuckin' 'ya, right love?"

"God, you know how I adore those thick fuckin' hips and ass of yours. How they jiggle against my cock while I pound that wet little cunt between your legs." He'll say, leaving bite marks all over your hips.

"My my, and look at those sweet, thick thighs. How can I not love 'em. How they wrap around my head as I lick your sweet pussy out. I'd die happily between those thighs."

And when he's finished making you repeat every single word, he'll fuck you so good that you forget your own name, as punishment for daring to insult what's his.

John Soap MacTavish

Soap is such a gentle lover. After all, he's just a big softie for you. When you talk bad about your weight, his heart can't help but break and send a jolt of pain through his core. He knew there wasn't much he can do besides show you just how goddamn beautiful you were.

"Oh, lass. That's not true. And if anyone has anything different to say, I'll disembowel them. How's that sound, love" His Scottish accent was enough to lift your spirits, taking you out of the funk that had been plaguing your mind about your body. He won't stop until you're smiling, even if he has to ruthlessly tickle you until you piss yourself.

He'll then carry you to the bed as if you weighed nothing, slowly undressing you and worshipping every inch of skin on your body. He'll make you keep your hands on him, slurring out things he adored about your curvy body. He could be rough when he wanted to, but when you were like this, he wanted nothing more than to handle you like a flower and nourish your spirits.

At times like this, he couldn't care less for pleasuring himself. Sure, your body made him want to empty his balls on every part of you, but he prioritized your pleasure when it came down to it. He knows you're too shy to ask, so he'll do any and everything he can think of that would make you feel good.

If you ever refuse his lovings, he'll keep pressing and do the things that make you weak in the knees until you accept. Your self consciousness never bypassed him, and he would never think to leave you alone when you were like this. He'll make you sit in front of him, naked, and force you to say everything you love about yourself and why. And God forbid you dare to refuse, he'll bend you over his knee and spank you until you do it.

"Good puppy. That wasn't so hard now, was it?"

Captain John Price

Price has a zero-tolerance policy for you saying anything remotely self-deprecative. When you start to talk about hating your body, he'll stop it right in it's tracks and put you in your place. He was usually a laid back kind of man, but you were his. And God help anyone who disrespected what belonged to him.

Price would do whatever he could to make you feel confident again, and that included submitting to you completely. He'd order you the sexiest lingerie he could find, something dark, powerful. He wanted you to feel like the goddess you were, even if it meant letting you do what you pleased to him while he sat back and enjoyed it.

He'll set aside a night off from his duties to make his way to you, letting you tie him up while you did whatever it is that made you happy. He let you dominate him, edge him, wrapping himself around your finger as you embraced your femininity.

And once you were yourself again, completely confident in your body once more, he'll put you back in your place as his woman. He'll eat your pussy for nearly an hour, overstimulating you to the point of tears. He'll bend you over and fuck you afterwards, not giving you a chance to breathe as he pounds into your very core. And once he was done fucking you, he'll make you get on your knees and fuck your face until you were amounted to nothing but a slobbering, crying, cum drunk overstimulated mess under him.

And during your aftercare, he'll reassure you that you're his, and he'll never get it up for anyone else but you. He'll caress you, make you embrace every part of yourself. He'll touch you gently, making sure you knew that you were his very own goddess.

Kyle Gaz Garrick

The first time he had ever learned about your self-image issues, his jaw hung open in shock. This man had seen some things on the battlefield, but hearing you speak such untrue things about yourself took the cake. He spent some time thinking about how to approach the situation, not knowing how to handle you at such a fragile time.

So he did the only thing he knew would never fail him. He took you by the jaw, staring into your eyes as you cried out against his face.

"Kyle! You're hurting me!" You whine, the lie rolling off your tongue. You liked it, and he knew you did. You liked when he roughed you up, sending a familiar wetness to accumulate between your thighs. He'll push you around, your back up against the wall as he slipped his hand under your clothes. He breathed heavily as he lifted you up, grabbing at your body and molding your flesh to his hand.

"You hate your body so much you'll cry, huh? Apologize, or I'll fuck you so deep and so hard, you'll have something to cry about." He demanded. You nodded your head, slurring out apologies, your voice shaky with everything ranging from fear to arousal.

Once he felt that you were regretful about your words to yourself, he'll take a more gentler approach, whispering the things he loved about you and why. He could do this for hours, so he does. He'll lull you into a deep relaxation as he runs his hands all over your body, playfully pinching you and tickling you.

He'll start from the hairs on your head, and ending at the color of your cute, painted toes, leaving gentle kisses in his wake. You found yourself becoming more confident in yourself, slowly learning to love every part of you as much as he did.

Konig

There was no getting past Konig when you felt that familiar bubbling of body image issues in your head. You hinted at it slightly, trying to fish compliments from him. He instantly knew what you were doing, since he wasn't far behind you. He'd dealt with hating himself before, specifically his damning size. So he knew exactly what you meant when you were hinting at these things.

He'd waste no time in throwing you over his shoulder, spanking your ass as he carried you to whatever flat surface he could bend you over. You could say plenty things about yourself, but nothing struck a nerve in him more than when you spoke badly about your body, or weight. He knew what it was like to hate himself, to avoid mirrors and eye contact in hopes he could turn himself invisible to the world.

"I'm not going to sit back and listen to this, liebe" He says frustrated, running his hands along your body, kneeling in front of you and kissing your skin.

He'll do anything in his power to make you feel good again. And that included staying on his knees in front of you, begging you to love yourself again. When he did this, you couldn't help but tear up at the sight. The biggest man you'd ever seen, on his knees on the brink of tears because you called yourself bad names.

You'd caress his head in your arms, promising him to love yourself, to let go of those toxic thoughts that kept you from being your best self. And after he'd determine your words truthful and genuine, he'd stay on his knees, throwing your leg over his shoulder. He'll take his frustration out on your cunt, spitting and slapping and sucking all he can, making you cum and squirt and cry so many times, you forget why you were crying in the first place.

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hockybish · 8 months

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Is It Mine?

West Winds au I dad!Trevor x Reader I masterlist

Early March 2020

"Why have you been avoiding me?" Trevor practically barged into her dorm room once she opened the door.

No, hi, how are you?" She rolled her eyes, returning to the spot on the couch she had been occupying only moments earlier.

"Nope." He popped the p in the word, plopping down beside one of his best friends. "Now answer me. Why are you avoiding me?"

"I haven't. Don't be silly, Z." Looking at her hands, she contemplates how to go about her next moves.

Does she tell him the truth, or do you hold off a little longer? How does she tell her person that the drunken night they had together a couple of months ago was going to change their lives forever?

"That's bullshit, Bean." The hockey player exclaimed, not believing what he was hearing for one second.

Bean was one of his best friends. Trevor knew her so well he could see she was obviously lying to him and that something more was going on. His stubbornness was getting the best of him, and he was going to get to the bottom of it. He missed her.

"You've been canceling plans; you don't sit by me in class anymore; you've left me on read more times than I can count; and I had to learn from Em-j that you left the country last weekend. What is going on, Bean?"

"I've just been really tired from school and work. It's just a lot. You know how busy it can get."

"You can tell me anything. I won't judge. You know that. Please." He pleaded with her. He wasn't going to let it go until Y/N told him.

"I'm pregnant."

"What?"

"I'm pregnant. I found out a few weeks ago, and last week I went to Vancouver, and I think I'm gonna keep it." She broke down in his arms. "And I'm scared, Trevor. I'm scared."

"Hey. It's going to be okay, Bean." Trevor reassured her the best he could. Which was as comforting as he thought he was being, considering there was still part of the situation he didn't know about.

"Who's the father? Because if he isn't going to be there for you, I'll kill him. I swear, Bean, I will." After what felt like an eternity, Trevor asked the most important question.

"It's not worth it, Z. It was only one time, and the father doesn't really know it's him. Plus, I don't really expect anything from him. He's got things going for him, and I don't want to get in the way of that." Y/N wiped the few tears that still fell from her eyes.

Trevor listened to Y/N's words carefully. He did some quick math, remembering that night in early January. He was almost 100 percent sure they were careful and took proper precautions to prevent this outcome from happening. But then again.

"Is it mine?" His heartbeat quickened when he came to the realization that y/n never mentioned sleeping with anyone else. Not that she would, because that's not stuff they talk about on a regular basis.

Um, I think I should leave." He hurried out the door. Her hesitance was enough of an answer for him, and there were a few things he needed to think about.

Please feel free to send in thoughts, comments, questions, and ideas!

#trevor zegras #trevor zegras x reader #dad!trevor au #trevor x bean #baby zephyr #west winds au

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ghouljams · 7 months

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Could we get Price and Valeria tag teaming Pet pwease with a cherry on top? 👉🏼👈🏼

This is just pure porn and I have no explanation or reasoning behind it. Except that I want them both.

You're laid out on the bed, arms wrapped tight around Valeria's legs as she grinds her cunt against your mouth. Price's hands grip the backs of your thighs, pushing them up and back as he pushes his cock into you. Your eyes roll, it's been a minute since you were stretched out like that. The slight burn, the rock of his hips as he eases each inch in... you don't usually get this sort of treatment.

"Hijo de puta, you are too gentle," Valeria growls.

"If they bite-"

"They know what will happen." She warns you. You roll your tongue over her clit, placating, you'll be good you promise. You don't get more warning before Price pulls out and slams his cock into you. Your back arches against both their hold, the snap of heat through you at the sudden rough treatment making you whine. You clench around Price's cock, trying to keep him in, give you time to adjust before he thrusts into you again. It doesn't work.

He stretches you out with every inch of his thick cock, just on the edge of too much, the length of him hitting deeper than his fingers ever could have. Price's pace is brutal, making sure you can feel every slap of his hips against you, heavy full balls smacking your ass with each thrust. Using you like a toy, just the way Valeria directed him to. You claw at Valeria's thighs, trying to find purchase under his onslaught.

She laughs, reaches a hand between her legs to grip your throat. Another anchor keeping you down. This one though makes your head spin. She squeezes hard, a warning, and you do your best to keep tonguing her cunt when all you want to do is gasp and whine. You want to beg, but begging for anyone but Valeria is against the rules. You're for her use, even if she decides someone else can join the fun.

You drag your tongue through her soaked folds, feel the hand around your throat ease up, the soft pleased exhale from the woman above you. Your stomach clenches, the cock battering your insides hitting something toe curling and deep that sends heat racing through you. You do your best to keep your focus on Valeria, even with the drag of slick heat between your legs. Every thrust a new tightening on the ache building in your stomach. You're sure you're leaking everywhere, you don't expect Price to put a hand on you and rub with his thrusts.

Electric pleasure zips up your spine, your eyes roll back and Valeria squeezes again. Fuck it's been so long since she did anything but leave you ruined, it feels good to arch into this. You can feel your magic licking at your tethers to her, drawing them closer as Price fucks you, looking for her approval. She grinds against your tongue as you flick it against her clit, sucking on the bud with renewed excitement.

"Such a good pet," She coos, "you think I'll let you cum, hm?"

"Fuck how're you keepin' 'em around if you don't?" Price grumbles. Other ways, you think, well fed ways, ways that you wouldn't trade for the world.

"I suppose we have a long night ahead of us," Valeria tells him, "you can do the honors."

You feel a firm hand wrap around the tethers between you and Valeria. He tugs them, and you feel Valeria jolt against your tongue. She swears, spits something at Price before there's another harder pull that has both your legs shaking.

"Ah ah," Price chastises, "both of you."

Your whine against Valeria's cunt as your back arches, forcing his thick cock deeper into you as you clench around it. Expert fingers drag through your tethers, tipping you over the edge. Everything warm and tight snaps inside of you under Price's hands. Valeria cums on your tongue with more snarling swears. You tighten your grip on her to keep her in place, to keep her from lunging for the man threatening her authority.

Of the dangers in the room you're loyal to only one of them, but that doesn't mean the other doesn't fill you with a wariness you've never felt before. Besides, how are you supposed to have any fun if Valeria is picking a fight with the man currently inside of you.

#cod x reader #x reader #holy shit has this been burning in my drafts for ages #oc: pet #valeria mw2 #valeria cod #valeria x reader #valeria garza #john price x reader #captain john price #captain price x reader #captain price cod #1fae1 #fae!valeria #fae!price #this has to be happening before Price meets the Witch #no way would he be stepping out on her with Valeria

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hitomisuzuya · 1 year

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Hey there!!!!! :3 may i request some Genshin boys and public sex? (aah sorry for my rude language!!)

okok so like y/n getting them rilled up until a certain point where they cant bare it anymore.. so they push y/n in the next alley/cave/forest(whatever u got in mind) to fuck em brains out...

maybe kind of a weird request but i could tottaly imagine scara(old or new both would do that), tighnari and itto doing that

<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3

-Sending Love! your other fics were great!-

Smut scenarios featuring Tighnari x fem!reader Scaramouche x fem!reader Public sex. Teasing.

a/n: Hello there! No need to apologize lol I don't have the cleanest mouth either lol. I apologize for not including Itto. I still feel unsure about writing him and I want to think about how to write him more before I write anything else for him. I hope you enjoy❤️

You'd been constantly teasing Tighnari in public. You were already playing with fire when you did that, especially so when he was in heat.

You would constantly touch his thighs. When you put your arms around him, your hand would discreetly palm and tease an erection to rise in his pants. "There is nobody in that alley, 'Nari," you whispered in his ear, making them flick.

He had the final straw when you tugged on his ears. They were so sensitive.

Tighnari didn't duck into a deserted alley with you. Oh no, he took you all the way up to the tallest tree in the forest, bending you over the railing of a look out point.

He wanted all of Gandharva Ville to hear you. He reminded you multiple times to be loud as he thrust his cock inside your cunt. "I have to give you credit, y/n, it's not easy to get me riled up in public. Be nice and loud for me, my love."

Scaramouche was a lot easier to wind up in public than Tighnari. All it took it was kissing his neck from behind, your hands roaming over his body outside of his clothes. You had do that only two or three times before he yanked you behind him into an alley.

He would glare at you the whole time, pushing you down onto your knees to suck him off before he fucked you against the wall. The idea of getting caught actually turned him on more.

"You need to be punished for teasing me in public. You'd better swallow every drop. Don't worry, I'll still fuck you if you don't. I don't care if anyone sees us. That way they will know who is fucking you."

#genshin impact #genshin smut #tighnari #scaramouche #genshin imagines #tighnari smut #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #tighnari x reader #scaramouche x you #tighnari x you #scaramouche x y/n #tighnari x y/n

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piratecaptainscaptainpirates · 2 months

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Hey! This is extremely late but I feel like you'd adore this prompt.

Character study: Ed's beard caused sensory issues, required tedious upkeep, and was a source of performative masculinity. Finally, he's shaving it, and seeing "Ed" for the first time in decades. Super healing, cute, positive 💜

You're right, I absolutely adored this prompt!! This took a minute because I wound up going in a completely different direction at first, wasn't satisfied with it, and it sat in my drafts, and now I actually fuckin' love it. This one's set in a modern AU with a trans Ed, because that's a delicious little wrinkle. Bon appétit.

(Never too late to send me prompts for 1k word fics, by the way! I can't promise they'll all get done but if they inspire me, I'll do 'em eventually. These are great for writer's block)

No one could accuse Ed Teach of disliking hair care.

That was something his mama had instilled in him from a young age. His hair was also his pride in his heritage, in where he came from, and taking care of it was an important way Ed could take care of himself and stay true to himself. His worst argument with Stede, to date, was over which of them was taking up too much space on their shared bathroom counter with all the hair care products (they’d wound up putting up more shelving). The first time he’d let Stede help him wash his hair, after Stede had listened through Ed’s explanations of his hair care, was probably one of the most intimate moments he’d ever shared with another man.

His beard, though. That was a different story.

Ed didn’t hate the beard, most days. It had started out as a band-aid solution when he’d been struggling to be taken seriously with his baby face, and he’d wanted to prove he was as much a man as anyone.

Then he’d grown up, and he’d stopped looking like he’d just glued a few random hairs to his chin, and it became…him. It was big and striking and masculine.

“You know,” he’d confided in Stede a few nights ago, cuddled up under the covers together, one thigh and an arm thrown over Stede’s middle while Stede traced little patterns over Ed’s bare hip with a forefinger, “I don’t even like the beard.”

Stede blinked down at him. “You don’t…like your beard?”

“Honestly?” Ed ran his fingers through it. He liked how soft it was, liked putting little bows in it, liked how everyone saw him and knew without a doubt he was a man. “It’s itchy, and it’s easy for things to get stuck in it, and it makes my face all hot, and hair gets in my mouth, and -”

“Hm,” Stede said, shifting his hand up to scritch his fingers along Ed’s jaw, and Ed leaned into the touch. “You don’t have to keep it.”

It was Ed’s turn to pause in surprise.

“But I’m Blackbeard,” he said, a bit lamely.

“You can be whoever you want to be, beard or no,” Stede shrugged. “I’ll love you just the same, with or without it.”

Huh.

This morning, Ed woke up early, plugging in Stede’s electric razor and locking the bathroom door behind him. It wasn’t that he hadn’t wanted Stede to be part of this moment, but…he hadn’t seen his whole face in literal decades.

He wanted his reaction to be his and his alone.

Ed hesitated before he could touch the razor to his face for the first time. What would everyone think? He’d literally named his entire brand after this thing.

He took a deep breath. It didn’t matter what everyone else thought. It was about what Ed wanted. He could do what he wanted with his own body to help himself feel more himself and more comfortable.

At the very least, he told himself, it would save him time in the mornings. You don’t keep a beard that big looking that good without a very time-consuming beard care regimen.

He used a hand mirror as he worked, looking at himself at too close an angle to be able to see his full face before he was ready for that. When he splashed water on his face, he shivered at the coolness of it against his sensitive skin.

He swept up all the clippings, taking care to avoid looking into the mirror over the sink. “Bye-bye, Blackbeard,” he whispered, tipping the clippings into the trash can.

Ed took a deep breath. Stede had said he’d love him, no matter what. He lifted his head, and he saw -

Oh.

His first reaction was that he looked a lot like his mother. He’d started trying to grow his beard out right after he’d first started taking T, and he hadn’t even realized how scared he was that he’d shave his beard off and see his dad under there until he got to see the opposite was true. He had a sharper jawline, but the rest was all her.

And he’d been scared he wouldn’t look enough like a man without it, too, but he looked…pretty, actually, and literally fine. He’d probably want to keep at least some stubble, because he really did just like how affirming facial hair was, but this was proof that he didn’t need the full beard to look like a man. He was a man, no matter what he looked like - the beard had just been his way of daring anyone to tell him otherwise.

“Hey, Ed,” he whispered, watching in the mirror as he brought his hands up to feel, tracing new wrinkles, soft skin, birthmarks and little freckles he’d long forgotten.

It shocked a quiet giggle out of him when he realized how nice it would be, to eat food without worrying about something getting into his beard. How nice it would be to feel soft things against his cheek, to -

There was an idea!

Ed darted out of the bathroom and practically launched himself back into bed, grabbing Stede’s hand to hold it against his face. He shivered in delight - Stede had touched his face before, of course, but he’d never felt it so clearly, his soft palms and warm fingers against his cheek.

“Mmf,” Stede mumbled, burying his face in the pillows in protest against being woken up.

“Babe!” Ed collapsed down onto his side so he could snuggle close and rub his clean-shaven cheek against Stede’s.

“Wh-aah!” Stede yelped as he opened his eyes to see Ed like three inches away. “Your beard fell off!”

“Shaved it,” Ed corrected, looking away. He hadn’t expected Stede to fucking scream at him -

Stede reached out, gently, cupping Ed’s chin to tilt his face for a better look. “Oh, Ed,” he whispered. “Aren’t you beautiful?”

Yeah, Ed thought with satisfaction. He sure fuckin’ was.

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd fic #my fics

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beanghostprincess · 2 months

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Transfem Buggy anon here to drop a silly valentines idea-

1) don't worry too much about speeding through asks, sweetheart, you're doing fine. Take your time and do your thing at your own pace. Anyone has an issue with it? I'll fight em 😤

2) IDEA TIME

So imagine Buggy getting absolutely SMOTHERED in valentines days gifts - from friends, underlings, allies, secret admirers (she thinks they're all fake or lies), and her partners of the year.

She and Alvida do a Self Care Self Love event (maybe include Uta and Perona bc smth about them being so supportive of Buggy coming out as trans and just so easily slotting her in to girls night makes me soft).

Ritchie wears a special Valentine's Day bow, and he gives extra lion licks to his favorite people. He doesn't quite get the whole concept of HOLIDAYS beyond that it makes his humans so happy and silly and so he too is happy and silly. Lion loves.

Mohji and Cabaji, every year, make Buggy a gift for Valentine's. She gives them little gifts too, but theirs aren't conventional - they were there from the beginning, and so they've seen the best and worst of each other. They're besties your honor.

After Impel Down, Buggy wakes up on Valentine's to a MOUNTAIN of cards, candies, stuffed animals, flowers, and balloons. Maybe half of them are signed. It's a long ass affair to organize them.

When she starts dating Crocodile and Mihawk, they hadn't seen the Karai Bari Variant of Valentine's Day. Needless to say, when they wake up and walk with Buggy to get breakfast, they are both BLINDSIDED and BAMBOOZLED by this veritable TON of gifts. Buggy just sighs. "Guys. Really?"

"WE LOVE YOU, CAPTAIN BUGGY!!!"

"I can't eat all this. Okay, line up, I'm passing out candies at random. Consider this a treat before breakfast."

"CAPTAIN BUGGY IS SO GENEROUS AND KIND!!!"

"I- ya know what, sure, whatever. I haven't had coffee yet. I don't feel like arguing."

Crocodile and Mihawk though are surprised when she offers them a soft smile and... two boxes? "Open them when you want to, boys, no rush."

She gets a delivery later on in the day, a crate with a blue rose painted on the top. She huffs. When asked, she shrugs it off. "Shanks is still being a damned sap."

He sends her presents as often as he can - with a relatively ser address for Karai Bari, she is more easily accessible, which makes him go a little overboard. In the crate are her favorite candies (ghost pepper flaked dark chocolates), soft stuffed animals, new clothes, a dress, flowers and silly trinkets. ((And maybe a little treasure map he made just for her)).

Buggy would give thoughtful gifts - smth for Croc's bananawani nursery or specialty cleaner for his jewelry, new seeds for Mihawk's garden he mentioned wanting once in passing or new cording to rebrand Yoru's hilt, etc.

She also ties her hair up on holidays, puts on an apron, and joins the cooks in the kitchens. Cooking is smth she's good at, if a tad embarrassed by, but baking if her favorite thing to do. It's like chemistry and showmanship mixed together, two of her most favorite things. Getting the chance to indulge in it is smth she rarely lets herself have, but she makes exceptions for certain days.

And if Mihawk and Croc, knowing this by that point, pooled together to get her her own supplies to indulge more freely in their shared space, away from prying or attentive eyes, well...

Valentines Day isn't exactly a cliche on their little handmade home, but the sentiment, the intention, the love is there.

((And if Buggy just so happens to send a few batches of Shanks' favorite cookies to him a week after the day, well, he'll treasure them!!!

Until he eats himself sick, that is.))

1) Thank you <333 That's really sweet 😭🧡

AND THIS IS ALL AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A bit late to Valentine's Day (sorry, really akjjddnjk) but I absolutely adore it. Buggy loves Valentine's Day and the thought of everybody getting her gifts and also enjoying the holiday on her island is so cute,,, Everything is perfect and tbh, after coming out as a woman is even better because she's finally able to do it as herself. I think she wanted to do it really bad when she was a kid.

Her crew is so silly,, And having a whole day with Perona and Alvida makes her feel so loved,, Crying and sobbing. Also, Crocodile and Mihawk aren't used to celebrating these things, so now that they're with her they're surprised by how much they enjoy it. Not the holiday itself because in general it's extremely annoying and they do not want to be there with all this drama-- But they do like seeing her happy and giving her gifts <333 Why have mafioso-looking boyfriends if they aren't going to shower you with gifts, you know? And also, they're losers for her, which makes it better.

#i love cross guild being cute it lives in my mind rent free #everything about this is amazing thank you #one piece #buggy the clown #cross guild #transfem buggy

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wlfhrdlover · 1 year

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MIDNIGHT RAIN.

Georgie Farmer x fem!reader

summary: when you noticed how Georgie started to ignore you, you decided to go and see him.

WARNINGS! angst, rude!Georgie.

WHEN YOU MET GEORGIE, it was like that the whole world lighted up, he wasn't famous or anything, he was just Georgie.

Your Georgie.

When he called you telling about his role on Wednesday you almost teared up, of course you were happy, he was your everything and you just wanted to see him shining.

But then, the things started to slip, after two months that he went to set, he called you.

"Hey, I'm sorry... can we... uh, can we leave our relationship as a secret? You know, I just don't want anyone hating you and everything..."

Of course, you agreed, you never cared about it anyways. You were happy with him and hopefully he was happy with you too, also, he was just being a caring boyfriend, right?

Weeks passed and he started to ignore everything you sent, from messages to know if he was okay to birthday videos you always sent to him. He never answered them, but you thought that it was because of his job and that he was busy so you stopped sending messages and waited until he was free again.

When he finally finished filming, you tried to call him to ask if he was okay, how it went and everything, but again, no answer. So you decided to surprise him, booking a flight to Romania.

You were so oblivious about the fact that he didn't wanted anything with you, that you thought that it was a good idea to go to his apartment. With a beautiful wrapped present in your hands and his favorite hoodie, you knocked on the door.

Who opened it was one of his cast mates, one that you didn't even know the name.

— Oh, hello?- the boy asked confused.

— Hi! I'm Georgie's friend, I don't think he mentioned about me though...- you nervously said, hoping to not sound like a crazy fan- You don't need to let me in though! I just wanted to see if he was okay, he didn't responded to my messages and I got worried- you smiled shyly.

— Oh, yeah, I can get him if you want...?- he waited for your name.

— Y/N! Are you one of his friends?- you asked and he chuckled.

— Yes! I'm Oliver, wait a second, I'll get him- he left the door open and went inside, you waited patiently.

A girl stopped on your side at the same time you tapped your phone to see the time, a photo of you and Georgie kissing and smiling on your lock screen.

— Oh my! That's cute! Are you Georgie's girlfriend?- the girl smiled and you turned around.

— Oh! Yeah, but I don't think he talked about it, you're very pretty!- you said with a smile on your face.

— Aw thanks! I'm Emma and yes, I don't think he mentioned about having a girlfriend- she said and before you could talk more, Georgie appeared on the door- You should come in! We are having a dinner and you seems pretty cool- she said.

— Hey Em, can you go inside? I'll talk to Y/N really quick- Georgie said softly and Emma looked between them.

— It's cold Georgie, you shouldn't leave her here- she frowned but Georgie completely ignored it.

— Oh no, it's okay, I didn't expected him to have guests! I'm probably interrupting something anyways- you said and Emma laughed.

— Oh please, you're not interrupting anything, Georgie wouldn't mind it! Come on- she dragged you inside and you heard Georgie sighing- Hey guys! This is Y/N, she is Georgie's girlfriend!- she excitedly said and everyone turned to look at you, making you wave shyly.

— Hi! I'm sorry, I was just supposed to see if Georgie was okay and give him something- you said and turned to look at Georgie who didn't had the greatest face.

— Georgie why you never said that your girlfriend is so pretty?- that person you knew, Jenna Ortega, one of your favorite actresses.

— Yeah, yeah, give us a minute- Georgie pulled you into the kitchen- What are you doing here?- he asked closing the door.

— I-I-I mean, you... you never texted back and I was worried and your birthday passed and I wanted to give you your present- you stuttered, he never seemed so angry before.

— I guess that if I didn't texted back it means something! Are you stupid?- he asked and you froze- And we're supposed to be a secret, why Emma knows about us?- he questioned.

— It was an accident! I didn't saw her and I went to see the time and my lock screen is us!- you defended but you were also on verge of tears- What do you mean it means something? I... I don't get it- you whispered.

— We're over! We're over Y/N! That's it!- he exclaimed throwing his arms in the air, you swallowed your tears.

— Oh- was the only thing that came out of your mouth- I'm sorry... I just thought that- he interrupted you.

— Well thought nothing Y/N, I'm trying to take my career seriously and you just annoy the shit out of me, can't you see it?- he scoffed and you simply nodded.

— Okay, I'm sorry- you muttered and looked at the present in your hands- I guess I'll go now, happy birthday by the way- you smiled sadly and put the wrap on his hands.

You open the door and starts to walk, but Emma jumped in front of you.

— Are you going? I thought you would eat with us, it's pretty cold outside- she said and you smiled.

— I'm sorry Emma, I would love to but I have a flight today, like I said, I just passed to give Georgie something and I would be going- you lied, you were supposed to go back in the next week.

— Oh, that's sad, did he liked the present? I bet he loves it!- she clasped her hands and you wanted to break down right there.

— Oh, he didn't opened it, I think he'll open later, thanks for the offer though, you're really sweet- you said and she laughed.

— Oh Y/N, I really wanted to know you better since Georgie never talked about you, but you're really sweet too! I hope we have another chance to talk!- she hugged you.

Georgie watched you walk out of the door and the clock hits midnight, the smile you gave to him broke him completely.

You were his sunshine.

You brightened every room you walked in and he just broke it because of his selfishness, you never wanted anything but his happiness.

— What the fuck did you do dude?- Oliver asked- She was all bubbly and nervous when she came in and she walked out of the kitchen with a raining cloud over her head- Georgie gulped down his own words and gripped tightly the wrapped box on his hands.

— Nothing, just... nothing- he whispered and walked to the couch and opened the gift.

Of course you bought him the watch he wanted for so long, he took it and noticed how shaky his hands were, you two never fought, you were the total opposite of him but you were always there cheering him up.

You were so calm while he was a pile of anxiety, when his days were grey you painted it with the brightest colors existent, when he just wanted to disappear you pulled him back up.

They looked outside when it started to rain badly and he grew worried, he left you alone in this cold and rain, he felt so stupid.

You were his sunshine, unfortunately, he was only the midnight rain.

#georgie farmer x reader #georgie farmer #wednesday #georgie farmer angst #angst #ajax petropolus x reader #ajax petropolus #ajax petropolus angst #Spotify

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aanoia · 10 months

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Ok ok so reader is a pureblood and you and Sirius are to get married, so your family gets invited to dinner at the Black’s to celebrate but then the reader sees Walburga treat Sirius badly and decides to prank her (up to you if she gets caught afterwards)

okay I LOVED this idea so much so I hope i did it justice. Thank you for requesting! Keep em coming bae, keep em coming. I also realized that youu might have wanted it to be consensual marriage like they're in love and stuff and it's not an arranged marriage so I'm sorry if that's what you meant. If you want it that way just request again and I'll rewrite it for you!

Horribly Right

Sirius Black x reader Summary; after seeing Sirius being slapped by his mother, you decide to pull a prank that's outcome goes horribly... right? Words; 2,000+ Warnings: abuse, getting disowned If you or someone you know are expiriencing domestic abuse please do not stay silent. Contact someone you trust, the local police, or the National Domestic Violence Hotline (800-799-7233, for America, I'm unsure about other countries). If anyone is expiriencing trauma from abuse or anything else my DMs are ALWAYS open, I care about you guys a lot and dont want you to suffer in silence. You deserve to feel okay. On a more serious note PLEASE REQUEST THINGS I LOVE BRINGING YOUR IDEAS TO LIFEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!! also im on vacation so it might take a bit but pls I'll do them and not proofread bc i have too many sunburns (thats a logical excuse)

“And you will behave. Do you understand?” My dad finished his lecture and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

“I understand.” I mumbled.

He roughly grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him, “What was that?”

“I understand, sir.”

He let go and straightened out his jacket with a deep breath, before lifting his hand and knocking on the door of the Black manor. The door opened and I looked down and smiled slightly at the sight of a house elf. He glared at us and opened the door farther so we could walk in.

“Thank you.” I said quietly as I passed by and he looked taken aback, but he shook his head and ignored me.

“Kreacher! You ugly thing, who is it? Who’s at the door?” Mr. Black asked as he walked into the hallway. “Ah, the L/n’s.” He motioned for us to follow him down the hallway and we did. I looked over as we passed a room, muffled voices spoke quickly.

“Do not mind that. My wife is simply making sure our son is ready for your daughter.” As if on cue the door opened and out walked Walburga and her son, Sirius Black.

“Ah, m/n, how lovely to see you.” Walburga said with a fake smile, my mother nodded, holding back a grimace at the woman she hates so dearly.

“Walburga. Pleasure.” She said shortly. “Sirius, you’re a handsome young man. Perfect for my daughter.” Sirius nodded, not looking up from the ground. Walburga sneakily hit his hand, hoping my family wouldn’t notice. I did.

He looked up with a forced smile, “Thank you, ma’am.” He glanced at me. “Y/n, you look lovely tonight.” Walburga smiled smugly at her son.

I smiled at him, “Thank you, Sirius. You look rather fine, yourself.”

“Shall we sit down to eat?” Mr. Black asked and we all nodded.

“Regulus, sweetie, it’s dinner time!” Walburga called up and almost instantly quick footsteps were heard coming down the stairs.

Regulus smiled at me once he saw me and I gave him a nod, returning his smile. We were always friends at Hogwarts, both being in Slytherin. Sirius and I, however, weren’t. If you asked anyone else, we hated each other. If you asked one of us… we still hated each other.

We sat at the table, my parents on either side of me and Sirius directly across from me. I flashed him a smile and he gave a small one back. Neither of us wanted this and it was obvious.

“So, I was thinking they should be married right after school ends. Until then, they should be courting each other.” Mr. Black said.

“Courting each other? Wha-”

“Sirius.” Walburga cut him off, sending him a glare and he looked down at his plate angrily. The adults continued talking about the marriage and what it would be like until then and the kids stayed silent. Only nodding and agreeing when asked a question.

I cleared my throat and took the napkin off my lap, gently placing it on the table and standing up. Everyone looked at me and I put on a pleasant smile, “I apologize, but may I use the restroom?”

“Of course.” Walburga said. “It’s just down that hall and to the left.” I nodded with a smile and walked to the bathroom.

Once the door closed my smile dropped and I sighed, looking in the mirror. I turned on the sink and splashed some water on my face, trying to pause the pressure that was building behind my eyes. This can’t be my life. I can’t be forced into a marriage with someone I don’t love. I dried off my face and smiled at myself in the mirror, before flushing the toilet, despite it not being used, and turning the water back on, pretending to wash my hands.

I stepped out of the restroom quietly, and began walking back to the table before once again hearing muffled voices, or rather this time, just one. Walburga. I looked back to where the dining room was, silently contemplating whether or not to follow Walburga’s voice or go sit down. It was when she said Sirius’ name and a loud smack sounded out that I decided to find them.

I walked down the hallway slowly, careful not to make any noise. I peaked my head around a corner and immediately retracted it.

“I told you to behave, Sirius, why can’t you listen?” I looked back in time to see her slap him again. “You are a disgrace. Let this dinner go well. I demand it, Sirius.” He looked down at the ground and nodded.

I quickly walked back to the table and smiled as I sat down at my seat. Walburga and Sirius came after me and sat down. I didn’t fail to notice the glassy look in Sirius’ eyes, and the red handprint forming on his cheek, obviously being covered up by a spell that wasn’t performed correctly.

“I believe it’s time for desert, yes?” Walburga asked, picking up her and her husbands plate.

“Yes, let me help you, Mrs. Black.” I offered with a smile and she nodded. We picked up the plates as I passed Sirius I placed a small kiss on his cheek. Partly for our parents, but mostly so he knew I was there for him. And of course so I could silently perform a good healing spell, and the red mark slowly turning into a bruise disappeared off his face. Judging by the way he looked at me, he knew what I just did and looked at me thankfully.

I followed Walburga and placed the dishes in the sink. There was an apple pie and a cake sitting on the table.

“I believe everyone wants cake. I’d like the pie. You?” Walburga asked.

“I’d like some pie as well. I’ll cut us two pieces and you ready the cake.” She nodded and quickly cut the cake as I took my time cutting the pie.

When she left the kitchen to deliver the first rounds of cake, I quickly took out my wand. I muttered a spell onto her pie and tucked my wand away again, putting a smile back on my face and bringing out the pie. I set her piece in front of her seat and sat down with mine just as she brought out the last two pieces of cake.

“It looks amazing, mum.” Regulus said and she smiled at her youngest son.

We all began eating at I glanced at Walburga frequently as she ate her pie. My eyes met Sirius’ as he looked at me in question, noticing my glances. I smiled and winked at him. He returned it with a suspicious smile, his eyes squinting at me.

“Oh my, Walburga!” My mother said, her hand going to her heart. I refrained from laughing as I looked at Walburga whos skin was now green and full of warts.

She gasped as she saw her hand and turned around at the small mirror that sat on the wall. Tears filled her eyes as she turned around horrified.

“What did you put in the pie?” Mr. Black asked, utterly disgusted at his wife's state.

“Nothing I- I didn’t do anything different! I don’t kno-” She locked eyes with me, noticing my perfectly normal state, despite eating the same pie as her. She pointed a green finger at me. “You.” She ran around the table and everyone stood as I sped to the other side. A hand grabbed mine and pulled me down the hallway and out the front door. Walburga and my father followed behind us. Sirius and I ran out into the street, laughing our asses off as our hands stayed intertwined.

“Sirius Black! Get back here!” His mother screamed.

I looked behind us to see my father seething and holding up his fist. My step faltered. Zero strikes left. My mind went back to when the striked were first introduced.

My father roughly grabbed my wrist.

“Ow, stop it, you’re hurting me!” Twelve year old me said, trying to pull my wrist free.

He turned around angrily and kneeled down to meet my eyes, “I do no care, you fucking idiot. I don’t understand why you can’t just behave. So, here’s what we're gonna do, you have three strikes left. Everytime you fuck up you lose a strike and once you hit zero you’re done. You’re out of my house and you can fend for yourself. Do you understand?”'

Tears dripped down my cheeks as I nodded, my wrist burning from the pressure. “Y-yes sir.”

I ignored it. I’ll deal with it later. After we were off the street of his family's house we slowed down, breathless.

“You are brilliant.” Sirius said as we walked quietly. I had no clue where but Sirius had somewhere in mind.

I shrugged with an uneasy smile, “What can I say? I’m talented.”

He looked at me, his smile slowly falling, “Hey, what’s wrong?”

I sighed, “Nothing. I’m fine.”

He snorted, “No you aren’t. What? Scared you’re gonna get disowned.” I winced and he paused. “Wait, Y/n, are you actually scared they’re gonna disown you?”

“I don’t have to be scared because they already have.”

“What?”

I explained the strikes to him and he looked at me in sadness.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n. You shouldn’t have pranked her, I was okay.”

We started walking again as I spoke, “No, it’s okay. She deserved it. She shouldn’t have treated you like that.”

“I feel bad.”

I nudged his arm with a smile, “Don’t be. My parents sucked anyway. Now, where are we going?”

He stopped and turned to a large house, “Here.”

“And what is this place?” I asked as we walked to the door.

He smirked at me and opened the door, “You’ll see.”

I walked in hesitantly and was immediately met with warmth and a sweet smell. It was the exact opposite of Sirius’ house. Little footsteps paddered down the stairs and a little girl came into view, smiling wide despite her two front teeth being missing.

“Siri!” She ran to him and jumped into his arms. He spun her around in a hug before she pulled her head aay, still sitting in his arms. “Look! I lost my other toof!” She pulled her lip up and Sirius smiled.

“I can see that. How much did the tooth fairy give you?”

“I got a whole galleon this time!”

Sirius’ eyes widened, “Woah, girl, you’re rich now!”

She nodded and looked to me as more footsteps came down the stairs.

“Hello, what’s your name? I’m Ella!”

I waved at her, “Hi Ella, I’m-”

“Y/n?” A new voice asked and I looked up from the little girl.

My eyes widened, “James, why am I not surprised this is where Sirius brings me.”

“Ah, James, where are your parents? I need to talk to them.”

“In the living room, I think. Why-”

Sirius handed James Ella, “Perfect. I’ll be back.” He placed a kiss on my cheek, returning the one I gave him earlier and walked off.

“What is going on?” James asked me and I shrugged.

“I was at dinner with his family, pranked his mom-”

“You pranked Walburga? And survived?”

“If you would let me finish. Yes, I did survive, and then we ran off.”

He nodded in approval, “I support.”

“Thank you.” I smiled at him.

“You’re very pretty.” Ella said to me with a smile, her eyes twinkling.

“Why thank you, Ella. You are as well. In fact, I think you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. Don’t you agree James?” He nodded and looked at his little sister with a grin.

“The prettiest.” He agreed and tickled her stomach. She laughed and buried her head in the crook of his neck and Sirius came back, James’ parents following behind him.

His mom smiled at me and grabbed my hand, “Hello sweetie, my name is Euphemia. Sirius told us what happened.”

I looked at Sirius as James’ dad began to speak, “You’ll stay with us, no arguing.” He said warmly.

“What?” James and I asked at the same time.

“What happened? Why is she staying with us?” James asked.

“James.” His mother scolded.

“No I-I don’t care, but just why? She has her own family.”

“I was disowned, James.” He looked at me with sadness.

“I’m sorry.”

I waved him off, “Don’t be. But I can’t stay here.”

“I said no arguing. We have an extra room upstairs.” His dad said.

“Are you gonna be my new sister?” Ella asked and I looked to James’ parents. They nodded and I sighed, smiling at the little girl as James set her down.

“Yeah, I guess I kinda will be your new sister.””

“Yay!” She grabbed my hand. “Come on, let me show you my room and you can meet my dolls!” She looked up to Sirius. “Dolly wants to see you again, Siri. You can come too, James.”

The four of us walked up the stairs and I flashed a final smile at James’ parents before we got to the top.

“Hey, El, you takes James in and get your dolls ready, I need to speak to Y/n for a moment. Alright?” Sirius asked, grabbing my hand.

She nodded, “Alright, come on Jamesie.” She tugged him into her room and I turned to Sirius.

“Thank you.” I said.

He shrugged, “It’s nothing. I figured this was the best place for you to be. James’ family is amazing.”

I nodded, “They are.

Sirius sighed, “Y/n?”

“Yes?”

“I like you. I have for a while. I just thought you should know.”

I smiled, “Like, like or like like?”

He laughed through his nose, a small pink tint littering his cheeks, “Like, like like.”

“I like like you as well, Sirius.”

“Would you maybe-” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Would you let me take you out on a date sometime?”

I giggled and kissed his cheek, letting my lips linger for a second, “Of course.”

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