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sunshinescribes · 7 months

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The House Always Wins

Part 2 of this fic

Pairing: Sir Crocodile x Fem!Reader

Rating: EXPLICIT (18+)

Warnings: Possessive Behavior, Jealousy, Rough Sex, Cunnilingus, (lowkey) Sugar Daddy Crocodile, Crocodile is smug and petty

(edit: realized the original artwork was fanart and I couldn't find the artist's @ to credit them, so I changed it)

Crocodile doesn’t know what to expect when he wanders onto the casino floor of Rain Dinners in search of you. Slot machines chime, playing a catchy little tune with each pull of the lever. Dealers grin and offer words of encouragement, coaxing big-eyed fools into another game with the sweet promise of lady luck’s favor.

You don’t usually partake in gambling, not keen on the idea of betting away your berries when you know it’s all rigged—and why would you even need to? You never ask for anything, but Crocodile provides. Spoils you even.

He enjoys watching the way your eyes get all big, stunned by the diamond necklace he places around your neck, or the soft gasp that passes your lips when he gifts silk charmeuse and chiffon dresses, designed, and tailored just for you.

Crocodile continues to seek you out, his sharp eyes flitting between the slot machines and card tables. He ignores the curious and lingering looks targeted at him—the smartly dressed patrons who vie for his attention as he continues to search—and then he hears it.

Your laugh, loud and beautiful—music to his fucking ears. He turns.

Crocodile doesn’t expect to see you at the bar, perched on a stool, leaning into a man he doesn’t recognize. Your hand is on his slender arm, your lips pulled into a pretty smile, and laughter escapes again—so lovely and genuine and for someone else.

The man grins at you sheepishly, transfixed on your mouth. It’s so blatant—barely contained, the way he’s staring at you with a mix of adoration and lust.

You must feel Crocodile’s eyes on you because you glance over your shoulder suddenly. Your smile widens, and you exchange a quick word with the mysterious man before hopping down from your seat.

Crocodile is silent as you approach, stone-faced. You grab his arm with both hands and tilt your head towards the man, all while smiling up at him.

“I want you to meet my friend,” you say excitedly, steering him towards the bar.

Crocodile doesn’t catch the name that rolls off your tongue—he can’t seem to hear anything over the sudden ringing in his ears, so sharp it drowns out the sounds of the jingling slot machines and triumphant cheers of those foolish enough to think they’re the winners.

The fond smile that plays on the mystery man’s lip never falls, but Crocodile notices the sudden unease as the man’s eyes land on him. The imposing height, the cold, almost irritated expression he comfortably wears—the golden hook that glints under the blinding casino lights. It’s enough to strike fear in the heart of anyone smart enough to value their life.

And the man is a small thing—average in every sense of the word, Crocodile thinks. The plain clothes, the nervous, uncertain words that stumble from his mouth as he tries to introduce himself. Crocodile doesn’t feign interest—he barely even acknowledges your friend, and that only serves to add to his anxiety.

If it wasn’t for the pitiful look you shoot him, Crocodile would laugh at just how pathetic this man is.

“We both grew up in Coombe,” you explain, glancing back at the mystery man. “I never thought you’d leave the North Blue.”

He must take your surprise as a compliment because he gives you another bashful smile.

“I didn’t either. Guess I finally figured if you could do it, so could I,” he chuckles softly. “Imagine my shock when I saw you here, of all places.”

“Small world,” Crocodile chimes in dryly, drawing your friend’s attention once more.

Crocodile places a hand on your hip, drawing you a little closer to him.“She never mentions much about her home in the North Blue.”

And she never mentioned you. The insult is unspoken, so subtle that he thinks even you don’t catch it.

But it’s also true. You rarely spoke about the North Blue—of the life you had before you entered the Grand Line and ended up in Alabasta. You never mused over an island you once called home, or a lovesick, hairbrained boy you left on it, and Crocodile doesn’t pry. He isn’t particularly interested in knowing, truth be told. He only cares about the life you have now, with him.

The man goes on an excited tirade about how beautiful Coombe is this time of year, about how you used to love the new bloom after winter finally passed, and all the fun you both had in your youth. He can’t help but reminisce, tries to connect with you in the only way he’s able.

“You should visit when you can. Uh—you both should.”

You pretend to consider it, and Crocodile gives little more than an unaffected grunt.

You inquire how long he’ll be staying and recommend shops and restaurants he must visit before leaving. He shamelessly seeks more of your company—your attention—and asks if you could possibly give him a tour.

You promise to check your schedule and follow up, and he beams as if he’s won an invaluable prize. Crocodile’s irritation grows—twists and festers the longer he stands by your side, little more than an onlooker. His frustration isn’t directed at you—you’ve always been friendly, offering a smile where he would surely offer a sneer, but it doesn’t stop his grip from tightening on your hip.

You notice, finally excusing yourself. The man gives you both a soft goodbye, one that Crocodile ignores completely as he whisks you away, and he can’t help the way his lips pull into a smug grin at the quick glimpse of the dejected look on his face. It must hurt him to see you walk away in the arms of another—to know the golden opportunity he thought the world had provided him never existed at all.

“You didn’t like him.”

It’s the first thing you say when you enter Crocodile’s private suite, disappointment dripping in your voice. You weren’t foolish enough to think he would be thrilled, but you thought Crocodile would at least be amicable.

He shrugs his coat off, placing it on the coat hanger near the door. “He was shameless.”

Your brows furrow, your lips pull into a slight frown…You don’t know? It takes Crocodile by surprise; surely you must. The man is far too obvious; his intentions are impossible to mask.

“He would have taken you right there on the bar if you had let him,” Crocodile scoffs.

You blink, dumbfounded.

“Gage?”

So that’s his name.

Your voice comes out in a high-pitched squeak, taken aback by the sudden accusation. “He doesn’t want to fuck me.”

Crocodile gives a mirthless laugh. You’re so sweet. So naïve. Always offering others the benefit of the doubt.

Crocodile recognized the hunger in his eyes—the longing. He suspects this friend of yours has harped on you for a long time, never quite brave enough to take the chance.

Not even now. By some miracle, he survived the Grand Line, and he still can’t brave his own futile emotions. Crocodile isn’t sure whether to laugh at how spineless the man is or burn with anger at how he even thinks he has any chance of having you.

The dark, ravenous part of him takes high offense.

Crocodile comes up behind you and dwarfs you with his body as his decorated hand cradles your jaw. “Course he does. Look at you.”

He tilts your head, forces you to face the full-length mirror on the opposite wall. You try to focus on your own reflection, but you can’t help but watch Crocodile when he dips down, pressing a tender kiss to your neck, all while his half-lidded eyes hold your gaze.

“Maybe I should invite him to our room so he can watch me fuck you,” he murmurs against your skin.

You shiver, nearly stumble out of his grasp as his lips trail higher.

“Don’t be cruel...”

Cruel? His offer would be courteous. It would be the closest your lovestruck friend would ever get to your naked form. The only way he would ever know what you sound and look like at the height of your pleasure—how perfect you are, stuffed and babbling through your orgasm.

The cruel thing would be what he truly wants to do—to use his devil fruit powers to turn the man into a withering corpse, forgotten in the endless sand dunes.

“Would you rather he joined?” Crocodile inquiries plainly.

He attempts to come off unaffected…curious, but the wicked voice in the back of his mind nags at him, hisses about feelings that could have been, and still may be.

The man matches your gentle nature, and is somewhat competent, at least to have made it this far from the North Blue. He’s the kind of man who would kneel at your feet if you asked, worship you as if it were his sole purpose—he’d give you a typical life, picturesque in its simplicity, and you would be content.

The thought makes something vicious twist in his gut. It makes time stand still as Crocodile awaits your answer.

“No.” You shake your head softly, meeting his cold eyes in the mirror. “I’ve never thought about him like…that.”

Of course not. What would you want with a sniveling worm? How could you go back to mediocrity after everything that’s been offered to you? The attention of a warlord of the sea—the savior of Alabasta. How could anyone else ever compare?

It’s pathetic how the gluttonous beast inside of Crocodile settles and hums contentedly, knowing that you only want him.

And maybe this is your power he couldn’t recognize before, why he was so unnerved in the beginning—this ability to effortlessly turn sensible men foolish. Even him.

“Only want you.” You turn, your soft eyes trained on him. “Always want you.”

Crocodile captures your lips as the words escape, and you melt into him—mold your body into his until he is all you sense. The heady scent of his sweet cigars mixes with hints of patchouli and cedar—his cologne—it lingers on his fitted clothes, drawing you deeper into his searing kiss.

You feel the bend of his golden hook press into the curve of your back, forcing you to curl into him as he parts your lips with his tongue. You’re caught in a pleasant haze, lightheaded, while Crocodile kisses you like he’s claiming your mouth, making sure that your lips never forget the feel and taste of him—that they never desire another’s.

Crocodile lifts you from the ground effortlessly with his ringed hand, still kissing you hungrily as he shifts blindly through his suite, knowing the layout well enough to stumble into his lavish bedroom. He parts from you with a low groan.

“Lay down,” he orders against your lips, and you comply, sinking into the soft mattress while he looms over you.

The ache you feel in your core blossoms—hurts so good from how desperately you want him—to be wrecked and teary-eyed and a mess for him.

You even go as far as to whine when you notice Crocodile isn’t working to free the fierce erection that strains his dress pants, eager to be lost in your warmth.

“None of that,” Crocodile tuts coyly, lowering to his knees near the foot of the bed. His large hand skims up the length of your thigh, pushing up your dress until it is bunched around your waist, and he can see the evidence of your arousal staining your thin lingerie—another gift.

That creature inside of him purrs gleefully, proud of how well he turns you into a spectacle—a gift of his own to admire and unravel again and again.

Crocodile tugs your panties down your legs, tossing it aside carelessly as his hooded eyes catch on your bare pussy, already slick and ready for him. A deep, guttural noise catches in his throat as you part your legs—eagerly welcome him where he belongs.

“I bet he wonders what you taste like…” Crocodile muses, leaning into your aching slit. A soft gasp passes your lips when you feel the heat of his mouth on your needy cunt, tending to the ache his salacious words and desperate kisses created.

There are rare moments when Crocodile takes you apart slowly, his movements languid and measured, bringing you to the height of your pleasure at an agonizing pace, only to rip it away just when you begin to tip over the edge. And then he continues the process again and again. He leaves you delirious on days like that, wasting the hours away with your body—and perhaps today would be a day such as that if he didn’t feel he had something to prove.

If the desire to plague your every thought didn’t control him like a cruel master.

Your soft whimpers turn to shameless, needy moans, light and airy but loud enough to satisfy the wicked parts of him.

“S’good,” you whine drunkenly, your hips bucking instinctively when Crocodile’s lips latch onto your neglected clit. Your fingers thread into his long hair, pull him even closer, and he groans—it makes you arch painfully as the feel of it cascades through your body and tickles your aching nub.

Each swipe of his talented tongue pushes you closer, making the heat that pools in your stomach metastasize until you’re chanting his name, so close and ready to reward him.

He squeezes your clit with his mouth, sucks your aching bud, and you’re gone—shoved over the edge as pure hot pleasure rips through you, flows from between your legs, and Crocodile laps up your sweetness like a starved man.

You glance down at him through your lashes, eyes heavy, body slowly recovering. Crocodile pulls away from your pretty pussy with a sigh, as if he’s sad to part, and the idea alone makes your core ache with newfound need.

“Always so sweet for me.”

Your release smears his chin. It makes him look depraved and delicious. If you had the energy for it, you’d lift from your spot on the bed and kiss him. Feel the taste of yourself on his tongue, but all you can do is watch him with tired eyes as he rids himself of his clothes, tosses his lavish vest and dress shirt aside haphazardly.

His pants are the last thing to go, and you watched as if caught in a spell, buzzing with anticipation as he palms his hard dick. It’s so pretty, with the tip blushing and spilling precum that glides onto his thick fingers. Crocodile smirks, amused by the enchanted look in your eyes.

“This what you want, darling?” he asks, giving his dick a rough tug that warrants a delighted hiss. You nod—nearly sob—as you continue to watch Crocodile’s hand rub up and down the length of his lovely cock. You feel so empty—the desire to be filled in a way only he’s capable of taking precedence in your mind.

“Tell me,” Crocodile encourages as he shifts to the bed, his large frame casting you in shadows as he hovers over you. That smug smile still plays at his lips and only grows crueler as he grinds his hard length against your needy cunt.

“N-need you. Fuck—need you so—so bad. Baby please—”

The request sounds pathetic, even to your own ears, but it must be exactly what Crocodile wants to hear because he sinks into you the second the term of endearment passes your lips.

A deep grunt rips from his throat and tickles your ear pleasantly as Crocodile drags his fat cock deeper into you. You’re so warm and wet and snug, your velvety walls hugging him like this is where he belongs—where he should always be.

And he’ll admit, there’s no better place than here, between your legs. No better feeling in the whole fucking world—not even the sweet giddiness that builds inside of him each passing day as the fall of the Alabasta Kingdom draws closer. Having you writhing beneath him, breathless and lovely, is incomparable—a sensation he never tires of.

“Always take me so—mmm…well,” Crocodile rasps, transfixed on how your sloppy cunt swallows him over and over and over again. It makes him fuck you harder; drive even deeper. “This pussy was made for me. You were made for me.”

And he thinks perhaps it’s the most honest thing he’s ever said to you. Uncertainty still stirs within him—dread lingers in the corner of his mind, silent and waiting, because you complicate everything. You’re the only person who can placate the ravenous creature within him, feeding its insatiable appetite without it ever growing incurious. It wants everything you have to offer—can’t conceive of feeding from anyone who isn’t you. Not anymore.

Never.

Crocodile pushes your thighs close to your chest, drives his dick even deeper as he continues to pound into you. The sound of his powerful thrusts and your tortured moans is a beautiful symphony, lovelier than the melodic sounds of the stirring sand at dawn.

You have that lost, blissed-out look in your eyes as you blink up at him, words completely evading you as he uses you.

How could your foolish friend ever even dream of having you like this? Think he could possibly do to you what Crocodile has done?

Crocodile feels equally as hopeless as you—is incapable of thinking clearly because a confession he knows he should swallow pours from his lips without warning.

“I’ll fucking kill anyone who tries to take you from me,” he growls, digging the tip of his hook into the mattress, inches away from your head.

You should be…shocked. Unnerved by such a confession. Crocodile doesn’t pretend to be a saint, but he never mutters his murderous intent. He hides behind practiced indifference; let’s others paint a glorious picture of him, never revealing his true nature. You attempt to feign shock for a split second, but you can’t help the way your pussy clenches around him and goes mad at his declaration—some depraved, feral part of you stirring to life.

And the knowledge that a part of you likes this fucked up part of him must awaken something in him, because his thrusts grow brutal, his balls slap against your ass as he fucks you into the mattress like it’s the last time he’ll ever get the chance to. Crocodile hits deeper, the head of his throbbing dick brushing against that sweet, spongey spot inside of you, and you’re gone before you can even warn him.

You choke out something that sounds like it could be his name, tears trickling down your cheeks as you come so violently that your breath stutters. You shake through your orgasm, squirm beneath Crocodile while he fucks you through it—watching you come apart with wicked fascination and unbridled lust.

He loves how he wrecks you—how you hold onto him for dear life, as if he might slip away.

He’s ruined you, just like you’ve ruined him.

The thought alone is the final push he needs, make his dick throb violently as he explodes inside of you and fills you up the way he knows you crave—the way your perfect pussy deserves. The squelch of his seed mixing with your sweetness is enough to drive him mad. Makes him want to fuck another load into you.

Maybe in a bit, he considers as he rocks his hips sluggishly, riding out the sweet aftershock of his powerful orgasm.

You’re little more than a quivering mess under him. Your eyes are closed, your breathing is ragged…so so beautiful, and Crocodile doesn’t frighten at the tender feeling that blossoms in his chest—a sudden warmth that takes him by surprise yet seems to make all the sense in the world as he stares down at you, all while a pleasant thought crosses his twisted mind.

What’s the harm?

Why shouldn’t I revel in what’s mine?

divider credit @/cafekitsune

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sofasoap · 7 months

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Teddy bear - 2

Pairing: John Price x F! Reader

Summary: A quiet home date with the handsome mutton chop. Part 1 here

Warning: M Theme. Alcohol use. otherwise generalised fluff.

A/N: Part of the 141Challenge!! Thank you @glitterypirateduck the wonderful CoD fanfic and fanart curator for organising another festival :D you are awesome.

Prompt used:

Kitchen

Thunderstorm/Rain

Caught in the rain

Trust me

John Price Masterlist

Masterlist

“Hello teddy bear lady, we really should stop meeting like this.”

The handsome stranger, later introduced himself as John Price, ended up exchanging numbers after you bump into him ( again ) at the pub.

Your niblings, especially your niece, were happy to see the “furry man” again, They couldn’t stop retelling the stories for days until your sister told them to give her a bit of peace and quiet.

Your sister was quite surprised when he showed up on the doorstep, picking you up for the date.

“Oh.. so.. He exists.” your sister elbowed you, she couldn’t contain the surprise on her face.

“.. you think I made up the whole story with the kids just to pull a prank on you??” you rolled your eyes.

“OHHHHH… your furry face feels so nice..!” Lizzy, your niece was again amazed by John’s facial hair and arm hair.

John smiled at her as he held his arms out and let your niece poke and probe at his hair and mutton chop.

“How about your legs? You say your legs are hairy too? Can I have a look?”

“Lizzy!” you chided. “Where are your manners! You don’t just go around and ask people to expose their body parts!”

“Well… you went on and on about it for days after about it too… Remember?” Your sister mumbled under her breath.

“I did not!!!” you retorted, face started to burn up with embarrassment. Shooting a look at John, who is quite amused by the conversation between the three of you.

Oh heavens. He must be thinking how strange your whole family is. Great. He is probably thinking of ways to bail out on you right now. But he just laughed as he retracted his arm and stood back up.

Surprisingly, he didn’t bail out on you. At the end of the night, he gently took hold of your hands, gazing softly at you with his beautiful blue eyes, quietly asking you on another date.

“I had a lovely time tonight. Can I see you again? I’ll cook for you. I can’t guarantee it will be michelin star quality but I promise you it is a lot better than the MRE ”

A man offers to cook for you? Who can say no to that?

You flinched as you felt the droplet of rain start hitting your face. Damn it, you thought, should have listened to the weather report and brought my brolly. Now I probably have to call for a cab to get to the station afterwards. You huffed. Shrugging off the tote bag around your shoulder, and cradling it under the long coat like some valuable treasure to prevent it getting wet.

Or maybe he would ask you to stay for the night, and you might get lucky for once…..

Shaking your head to get that dirty thought out of your brain, This is only the second date! Maybe I need to bleach my brain. Ugh, better run faster, hair is getting wet. You quicken your pace to run towards the destination before the rain starts pelting down on you.

Double checking the address on your phone as you come up to an unassuming house at the end of a row of terrace houses. Adjusting your hold on the tote bag, you took a deep breath in before you knocked on the plain looking dark brown door, and took a step back, squaring your shoulder, waiting for him to answer the door. Few seconds later you heard the hurrying footsteps before the door opened.

There stands John Price, in a black dress pants and simple navy blue shirt, sleeves rolled up, tea towel slung over his shoulder. How does a man always make the simplest clothing look so good?

Your eyes quickly flick down towards the half apron he had on. Tight around his waist.

That slutty waist.

Ok, you really need to get yourself into a nunnery after this to cleanse all these unholy thoughts.

Taking one look at your slightly damp coat and wet hair, John frowned. "I should have gone and picked you up, I am sorry." He apologises as he quickly ushers you inside. "I was too caught up in the cooking to notice the weather outside."

"No need to apologise, I should have heeded the warning from the weather bureau." you replied as he helped you to take off the coat and hang it up by the door. “I won’t melt like the wicked witch of the west with a little bit of rain.” you joked.

“I got the heater going, come inside and you should warm up, you must be cold.” John commented as he gently put his hand on the small of your back as he led you inside.

You glance around as you walk past the corridor and living room. It's a minimalistically decorated flat. There’s no television, a simple bookshelf, a three seater couch with a plain coffee table.

A bachelor’s pad that he hardly lives in.

“I don’t stay in this place a lot,” he said, as if sensing the question floating in your mind. “I also have a room I stayed in on site at the base if I work too late. Which is most of the time.”He chuckled.

“Bit of a workaholic?” You teased, remembering what the three other men’s words about their Captain the night at the pub.

“You sure you want to date him bonnie?” the mohawk man who the others called Soap asked. “The Captain is an absolute workaholic, if he isn’t out on the field training with the crew, he is stuck in the office, nose deep in paperwork. Sorry Captain. Not trying to interfere with your chance at luring a bonnie into bed…”

The other two nodded their heads in agreement. John just groaned and shook his head, clearly not amused at Soap’s jabbing. You actually find it quite endearing, how close the four of them are just from their interaction, despite the differences in ranks.

“Red or white?”

“Um. uh, red please…” you hastily replied as you broke out from your reverie, realising you are now standing in front of the kitchen. Setting down the container of baked goods onto the kitchen bench, you fidget your hand nervously as he pours you a glass of wine.

“Can I.. Can I help with anything?” you offered meekly, wanting to do something to distract yourself.

Shaking his head, he recorked the bottle and guided you to sit down on the stool. “I got it all under control. Trust me. I wouldn’t burn the kitchen down.” he smirked. “Just relax. Dinner shouldn’t be too long.” he reassures you before turning around and walking towards the oven.

A pleasant savoury aroma wafting through the air as he opens the open door to check the food inside.

“That smells really good.” you lean forward, inhaling the scent. “What’s on the menu?”

“Shepherd's Pie. with sides of vegetables and salad.”

He chuckles as your eyes brighten with the mentioning of the dish. “I know it’s your favourite. It’s the first time I made it.I hope It won’t disappoint.”

How does he know it’s your favourite?

The dinner turns out to be absolutely delicious. He was, you have to admit, quite a decent cook. you couldn’t help to let out a moan as you took a bite of the steaming hot pie.

The pie was well seasoned, the broccolini was well pan fried, and the salad was well dressed.

Everything was simple, but well done to perfection.

He chuckled as you quickly inhaled the portion of your pie. “I am taking that is a good sign that I have done this right?”

You took a sip of the red wine, washing down the delicious food, as you shyly smiled at him, slightly embarrassed. You are still slightly tense and nervous in a private environment.Just you, and him. You never had anyone else invite you to a date at their house before.

But part of you is glad he invited you over tonight. You get to see the real, more relaxed John Price side of him, without other people’s prying eyes, without him having to put up a front of being the Captain.

“Oh dear, it’s really bucketing down outside now..” you mumbled as the sound of rain hitting the window caught your attention. The two of you shifted yourself from the dining table onto the couch after dinner, to get more comfortable as you sip on the hot herbal tea, nibbling on the chocolate biscuits you have baked as a simple dessert. You reach forward towards the coffee table for your phone, checking for the next train timetable.

Your heart dropped when the pop up notice on the website shows all trains have been suspended due to the severe weather and heavy rain.

“Damn..nothing is running…” you groaned. You quickly open the ride share app to see if there are any rides nearby, it’s going to cost you a bit, but that’s probably your only way home now. Nothing was showing up either. You guess with how bad the weather is and even the public transports are all suspended, no one is going to risk their life driving on the road.

“Stay for the night?” He offered in a quiet voice as he saw your worried face, struggling to decide what to do.

“You take my bed, I’ll sleep on the couch.” he quickly added as your eyes grew wide at his previous suggestions, as if afraid he’s giving you the wrong idea.

Forever a gentleman.

You shook your head as you replied, “Um, I’ll take the couch, this is your home, I can’t kick a host onto the couch!”

“I insist.” you were ready to debate with him, but one look from him ( the same look he gave to Soap and Gaz at the pub when they started to get a bit too rowdy) had you swallow down the words back in again.

So now, you are sitting on top of his freshly made bed with crisp clean linen. Wearing some old t-shirts and sweatpants he managed to dig up in the death of his closet. . You subconsciously bring the overhanging sleep up towards your face, taking sniff. Smells exactly like him. Slight faint cigar and cologne smell. Making you feel really relaxed, and safe.

“This looks very military style. Did you even manage to iron the bed while I was in the shower??” you teased as you inspected the crease free bed sheet.

“Old habit dies hard.” he blushed as he turned his face away, not looking at you. “If you need me. I’m just down the hallway.” he cleared his throat, trying to cover up his fluster as he bid goodnight to you. “Have a good sleep. I will see you in the morning.”

“John.”

“Hmm?” he turned towards you as he rested his hand on the door knob, eyebrow raised.

You shuffle yourself to the end of the bed, and walk towards him. Feeling brave, you reach your hands up, gently tugging him down to your height, and press a light kiss on his cheek, feeling his mutton chop tickle your face.

“Goodnight. And thank you for letting me stay.” you whispered, looking into his beautiful blue eyes after you reluctantly pulled yourself away from him.

His eyes flicker with emotion. Lips press tight, as if trying to control himself. Slowly letting out a breath, he pulls you into his embrace, kissing you gently on the head.

“Don’t mention it. Sleep tight, don’t let the bed bug bites.”

The only thing that was biting you that night was a bug called love.

“Captain, you let her sleep alone on your bed??? Oh these biscuits are good”

“What a gentleman.”

“.. I’ll go make some tea. I hope you at least made her breakfast the next day.”

“Shut up you muppets. Get back to work.”

Sorry I was half brain dead writing this. Part 3 might come out... sometime... later.

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 1 year

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Larissa Weems Masterlist

Mommy…Master List

Approach at your own risk... smut = * extra smutty=**

Series

First Times Chapter Series Masterlist

April Fools (Sex Pollen) Part 1*

& Part 2*

Dreams, You Say? Part 1*

& Part 2**

Pomegranate Lips Ch 1: Morning Cup of Black & Blush

Ch 2: Take Me to Coffee First…

Ch 3: Under Against My Heel*

Ch 4: Tipping Point

Ch 5: Nights Spent Together*

Ch 6: Hope

Ch 7: Healing Takes Time

Ch 8: ~In the Works (;

Jealous, Are We? ~sub!larissa xdom!marilyn xdom!reader Part 1**,

Part 2**

Bend us, Break us ~sub!larissa xsub!morticia xdom!Reader Part 1,

Part 2*, Part 3*, Part 4**, & Cupid Struck Thrice

What the Body Wants Part 1**,

Part 2** & Part 3

One Shots

Only For You

Bite Me ~young!larissa xyoung!morticia*

Too Far?*

Use Me**

A Long Day ~Fanart &Headcanons

Louder ~sub!larissa**

Tears of Care

Sweet Corruption**

Even Though…

Senseless ~sub!larissa*

Let Me Take Care of You ~sub!larissa*

A Break from Work ~sub!larissa*

Try Me ~sub!larissa*

Pretty Red Lips ~young!sub!larissa xyoung!morticia

Relax, Angel ~sub!larissa*

Why Me?*

Desk Activities*

Asking for It*

Mind’s Betrayal ~young!sub!larissa xprofessor!reader*

Fuck Me Dirty ~sub!larissa**

Last Straw

Bad Chick*

Pencil Skirts &Mommy’s Desk*

No Where Near Finished ~sub!larissa*

Breath, My Love

Careful What You Wish For ~sub!larissa*

More than just Sex*

I Take Care of What’s Mine*

“I love MILFS” shirt…

Playful Chemistry*

Women in Power make My Knees Wobble ~Morissa xReader*

Even the Boss Needs a Break ~sub!larissa*

Takes One to Know One ~Larissa xLady Lesso**

Tipsy Nights*

Give it to Me*

Hello Darling ~Larissa Weems Fanart

Mirror Reflection*

Initialized Necklace ~gn!reader

My Kind of Crazy ~Young!Morissa feat. Professor!Reader*

Larissa Weems’ Sexuality

Some Fun… ~Morissa xReader*

Mere Thought of You**

Fabulous Night to Remember ~Alrissa xReader**

Wonderful Introductions ~AFAB!Genderfluid!Reader*

Drunk Courage

Finally Seen ~gn!Reader

On and On ~Sub!Larissa xFem g!p!Reader*

In Times of Need ~Sub!Larissa**

Dinner Party Deals*

Marking/Branding Kink with Larissa Weems*

Numb and Afraid ~Soft!Larissa

Convince Me, Darling

Bait Me**

Music Lover ~Larissa Weems Headcanons

Spicy Fantasies ~Larissa xMelissa xReader*

Breath Play Fetish with Larissa Weems*

Everybody Needs Somebody

We Want Who We Want ~Holiday Bingo**

The Way You Adore Me (Like No Other) ~Fem!BestFriend!Reader**

Platinum Goddess to the Rescue ~Fem!Student!Reader

Give Me What I Want ~Bratty!Bottom!Larissa

Put You in Your Place ~Dom!Larissa xFem Switch!Bratty!Reader*

You’re Too Good for Me ~Larissa Weems xBrienne of Tarth*

Give It To Me Over The Phone ~Morissa (Sub!Larissa Weems xDom!Daddy!Morticia Addams) xFem Dom!Mommy!Reader*

Under My Thumb ~Dark!Mommy!Larissa Weems xFem Student!Reader*

I Don’t Go Down Easy ~Sub!Mommy!Larissa Weems xFem Dom!Daddy!Reader*

My Good Little Sluts ~Sub!Larissa Weems xSub!Lady Lesso xFem Dom!Reader**

Melting ~Sub!Larissa Weems xFem Dominant!Mistress!Reader**

When the Heat is Mutual ~Alpha!Larissa Weems x Omega!Marilyn Thornhill xFem Beta!Younger!Student!Reader (A/B/O{Omegaverse} Au)

Utter Submission ~Sub!Larissa*

The Filth We Share… ~Daddy!Larissa*

Quivering at Your Touch ~Sub!Larissa Weems xFem Mommy!Younger(20s)!Assistant!Reader (feat. Morticia Addams)**

Strip Me of My Power ~Dom!Larissa Weems x Sub!Bratty!Lady Lesso**

Take Me Back to Shore ~Broken!Wifey!Larissa Weems xComforting!Wifey!Alcina Dimitrescu(AlrissaAU)

Oh and I take Requests, so hit me up with your ideas 😉 Requests & Prompt-List

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readychilledwine · 3 months

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✨️What Readychilledwine's favorite SJM males would call you✨️

💝Just a little headcanon of what my favorite males would call you as their mate. This is part 1 because tumblr limits how many images you can post 💝

Warning - she's long because of the fanart, but I figured we all deserve some eye candy today

(P.s. fanart is credited unless I could not find the creator, if you happen to know, please comment so I can add it.)

✨️Acotar✨️

Aside from Azriel, all fanart in this section is from our beloved Mads Schofield. The Azriel fanart is from Zoe Holland

RHYSAND :

💜 darling, love, high lady, my star 💜

Cassian :

❤️sweetheart, babe, wifey, princess ❤️

Azriel :

💙 my salvation, dove, angel, sweetness, amor💙

Eris:

🔥my fox, little lady, my spark, my love, my fire🔥

Lucien:

🧡my lady, kitten, honeybee, beautiful, my best half🧡

Tamlin :

💚petal, my rose, my lady, my dear, little Wife 💚

Tarquin :

🐚seashell, princess, my better half, treasure, my pearl🐚

Helion

☀️ temptress, my sunflower, sunspark, my queen☀️

💝💝Peep part 2 for Crescent City and Throne of Glass💝💝

General taglist:

@hnyclover @glitterypirateduck @slytherinindisguise @mischiefmanager @bloodicka @starsinyourseyes @the-sweet-psycho @mariahoedt @rinalouu @sarawritestories @starryhiraeth @starswholistenanddreamsanswered @cumuluscranium @loneliestluvr

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deefenshmirtz · 2 months

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Commissions NOW OPEN!!

DM me if you're interested (on here, instagram, or twitter)

check the tag #deefenshmirtz art for more examples

#commisions open #art commisions #commission #lego monkie kid #yellowjackets #bottoms fanart #we are lady parts #the hunger games #comms open #deefenshmirtz art

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kdramaladies · 2 months

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#KDRAMAWOMENSWEEK 2024 —March 25th - 31st, 2024

In celebration of Women’s History Month, we invite you to join us for a week of chatting and getting creative about our favourite women of Korean drama and film. @kdramaladies is excited and honoured to host the event this year, and we’re thankful for the efforts of the folks at @undergroundkdrama, @dramaheroine (who also came up with the prompts), @songkangsbottomteethcirca2020, and @gudongmae for hosting and organizing this event since 2015.

Join us in celebrating by creating visual content (gifs, fanart, edits, etc.) or just talking about your favourite kdrama women inspired by the prompts below. Please tag your posts with #kdramawomensweek and/or #kww2024, so they are easier to find, admire, and reblog.

Monday (March 25th): city girls/country girls

This prompt is all about the women who live and breathe the city life, the women who just feel deeply at home in the countryside or those who have made their escape to either the countryside or the city.

Tuesday (March 26th): female president

Where are the women leaders in kdramas??? Choose your favourite female authority figure. If you cannot think of one, choose a female character who you think deserves to be a big mover and shaker or even perhaps elected President.

Wednesday (March 27th): style + her

This is a sequel to the great femininity and her prompt from 2017. This time round, this is all about characters’ fashion style. What does their clothes/make-up/accessories tell us about the character? How does the character use her style? OR female characters with an amazing fashion sense that you love

Thursday (March 28th): a room of one’s own

Women who live alone, female leads’ homes that you love, inspiring bedroom decor or special spaces that the women in your favourite dramas use often.

Friday (March 29th): in defense of the Candy female lead

Here is a space to show love to your favourite candy female leads, also known as Cinderella female leads. If you have no idea what that means, here is a great definition: “A “Candy girl” is described as a woman who has unfortunate circumstances but is 1) hardworking, 2) cheerful, and 3) innocent. The definition also extends to being able to catch the eye of a wealthy man (or men, for that matter). She’s basically Cinderella without the fairy godmother and with a more complicated life.” (Taken from: K-Drama 101: What is a Candy Girl?)

Saturday (March 30th): ladies out on the town

Think of nightclub scenes, big parties, small parties, late night karaoke sessions, elaborate or not so elaborate dance sequences…

Sunday (March 31st): everything everywhere all at once

Actresses who have starred in more than 2 dramas in 2023/2024 OR women with multiple identities-think of past lives,fake identities or body swapping…

Please also feel free to be inspired by the prompts from previous years (2015, 2016, 2017, 2018, 2019, 2020, 2020 Part Deux, 2021, 2022, 2023)

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words-etched-in-her-skin · 6 months

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Sooo 👀 I came across some fanart today that featured Alcina slicing open the front of a servants uniform and, well.. this is what came to mind 👀 (and yes, ahem, Reader is Sasha in this 😂) Anywayss... A little Halloween treat for you all 🎃✨

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You felt your breath leave your body the moment your back hit the wall, Alcina's large frame boxing you in.

"Did you really think you could dress like that all evening and there not be any consequences when we got home? Hm?"

You swallowed as her sharp claws traced up your neck, stopping only slightly to lift your chin a little higher. Though, you couldn't help but smirk.

"What? Not to your liking, my lady?"

At this you got a subtle click of her tongue, her eyes raking over you. Her warm breath across your ear as she moved in a little closer.

"Mh.. I think you know the answer to that. Pet. Though, I don't think Miranda appreciated your choice."

Even with the tips of her claws close enough to rip through your skin at any second, you chuckled. And yes, the Lady had told you to dress for the occasion - albeit a Halloween masquerade ball - but you had had other things in mind, with every piece of your attire chosen specifically for the evening ahead.

The metal collar she gifted you.. her favorite corset.. a teal silk scarf you wore only once for a painting - even the dress pants you wore - everything on your body was purchased by her... at one point or another. You had even made sure to wear your hair exactly how she liked it. And when her moment of surprise finally passed and a single eyebrow raised, the Countess simply asked you.

"And just what are we supposed to be, pet?"

You smirked, of course, giving her a single word.

"Yours."

And now she had you exactly where she wanted you, pressed against a wall and completely at her mercy.

"Y-yes, well.. I didn't wear it for her, my lady."

A tender kiss to your neck.

"Indulgent little thing."

You could almost feel every inch of you being set ablaze - every part of you yearning for her. For her touch, for her control. With a single claw toying at the lacing of your corset - her hand coming down in a dominant fury, slashing down the front of it with such force the corset almost completely fell from your body. A flush of satin against the heated skin of your torso as Alcina leaned back in, her large fingers caressing over your flesh as they made their way down. Stopping just short of the hem of your pants.

"Is this what you want, my sweet? Is this what you desire?"

You whimpered and her body pressed even firmer into you.

"Answer me, pet."

"Y-yes. Please."

She hummed in such content that it rolled across your body and landed in your core. Your lips slightly parting when the pressure of her finger found your clit, circling over it.

"Mmph.. th-thank you, mistress."

She growled from above you, practically slamming your back against the wall as she lifted you and ripped your pants from your body. The width of her finger forced into you with a stretch - causing you to cry out. Her lips crashing into yours - in heated want - in untamed need. Your desire quickly coating her fingers with each desperate thrust, with each sweep of her tongue over your own.

And you knew you wouldn't last long, not with the tempo she kept nor the velocity with which she fucked you. Your body nothing more than a toy to be used. Than a panting mess against her large frame as she pushed you closer and closer to the edge. Your head now swimming, body heated. A charge of pleasure so strong that when it surged across your body every part of you jerked - shuddered - your inner thighs completely drenched in your arousal.

The Lady's finger only slowed for but a moment, allowing you just long enough to catch your breath before you were completely nude and thrown onto her bed. With A look of desire in her eyes that only told you she had no plans of being done with you anytime soon.

✨

#resident evil village #theo writes #alcina dimitrescu #lady alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitriscu x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #sasha from safety #plus like #the whole “yours” thing is just so smooth and hot #and i had to use it 👀#just #yes #re8 fanfiction #lady dimitrescu fanfic #happy hallowee 🎃✨

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theprismyyy · 3 months

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My favorite SpiderVerse Fanarts Part.5

Most (or all) have the artists' signature, if any don't but if you know, the owner can let me know so I can give due credit (as they are taken from Pinterest, sometimes it's a bit difficult to know)

Hobbie Brown likes to help old ladies, because he was raised by his grandmother and is a very well educated boy (only my opinion matters)

The best shipp from Spiderverse OMGGGGG😭😭

We all love each other our boy Pavtri

My lady

Tw: Fatherly love

#across the spiderverse #spider verse #into the spider verse #atvs #gwen stacy #hobbie brown #pavtir prabhakar #miles morales #spiderverse fanart #jefferson morales #gwen stacy x reader #pavtir prabhakar x reader #hobbie brown x reader #miles morales x reader

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lovable-liar · 8 months

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I LOVED THE PARTNER ON STREAM HASAN THOUGHTS <3 I’d love more!!! You capture him so well🫶🏽

🎤 I love you anon, please enjoy <3

🖇 part 1

𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺

COOKING STREAM!!! *foams at the mouth*

Him wearing an apron that has a lady in a bikini on it while you wear an apron with a buff hairy guy on it cuz you’re cool and awesome

I can see this being something that viewers requested once but you guys make it a regular thing!

The first time you do a cooking stream is the time where everything goes wrong

“Okay, then mix the wet ingredients with the dry ingredients until they make a clumpy consistency.” Hasan recites from the cookbook, holding his hands out in front of him like a T-Rex so as to not get any of the egg coating his hands on the book.

“For a cookbook, they do use disgusting words to describe stuff. Clumpy?!” You begin mixing the ingredients together while Hasan washes his hands and checks chat.

“Oh shit…”

“Oh shit?”

“Did we put sugar in it?” You pick up the bag of sugar, the one you bought fresh that day, unopened.

“Yeah? I used the shaker.”

“The shaker?”

“Mhm?”

“Sweetie, honey, angel, darling… That’s salt.”

But even though the cooking half of the stream failed, you guys didn’t fail to have fun! So cooking streams became a statement Friday night activity!

You’d make new dishes every week, swapping out the funny aprons for new ones that you guys decorated for each other during date night a couple weeks ago.

Swapping out the bright ring lights for candles and fairy lights.

Making Turkish dishes with him <3

Playing games together!

You guys have a list of games you’d like to play on stream!

He sets up a desk right next to his, buys you your own gaming PC, sets it all up for you, buys you LOADS of your favorite stuff to decorate it with <3

Playing Stardew Valley and getting married on there (I need assistance, I’m gonna fall over)

Playing Among Us and if you get imposter and he gets innocent, he definitely helps you kill people and get away with it

Playing Unpacking and telling stories about what it was like moving in together, offering decor advice, and shedding tears over the storyline of the game. <3

Reacting to edits and fanart together!

“Why do people make so many edits of you?”

“They edit you too, I’ve seen it.”

“Huh?”

“Look.” Hasan pushes his phone into your face as a thirst trap edit of you plays (that he has liked and saved to his favorites)

“Damn, I’m sexy…” You take his phone, clutching your pearls as you’re entranced by the nature of the edit.

“I know, honey. I know.”

#hasanabi #hasanabi x reader #hasan x reader #hasanabi fluff #hasan fluff #hasan piker fluff #hasan piker x reader #hasan piker

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Five threesome pairs I want to be apart of. They'll be listed from the pair I want to be in between the most of, to the I still want to be in between them but not aching for it. For @sea-lanterns.

✧ GENSHIN IMPACT

1.) Raiden Ei & Yae Miko. I love these two, I love the ship (for the most part) and love their dynamic. I just know being in bed with them both is fucking crazy, and I want to experience that. Miko teasing the hell outta me and Ei, while the Archon is just getting a sweet tooth off me.

2.) Beidou & Ningguang. How can I not want to be with these two!? Lesbians, I love them, I want to witness their banter in bed while they pleasure me. You know Beidou is more rough and sloppy while Ningguang is slow and precise (great with her tongue).

3.) Arlecchino & Furina. Yes, a more toxic pairing with pretty dead dove themes, as deemed by the fandom. I don't fully ship them, but I just want to ruin Furina with Arlecchino. I want us both to make her cry and beg from our teasing, we'd be good cop bad cop.

4.) Ningguang & Ganyu. I'm sorry, but Ningguang has made it up here twice, because fucks sake I want her. I want these two to be slow and gentle with me, particularly after a hard day. We can take a warm bath and then after have loving sex.

5.) Shenhe & Yelan. Being tied up by Yelan and just having Shenhe all over me is.... yeah. I'm not too into Yelan, but goddammit, I am very into Shenhe.

✧ HONKAI STAR RAIL

1.) Black Swan & Acheron. The only reason this is number one is from that YouTube video. The two at, 2, were originally here, but it's changed. I want to be fucked hard by Acheron and become traumatized with Black Swan. I'll be the one to bring these two back together.

2.) Kafka & Himeko. I don't think much has to be said as to why, I mean... the chemistry between these two and the obvious history. Plus I want Kafka to ruin my pussy while Himeko is there comforting me, and allowing me to suck on her boobs. Best therapy fuck, right here.

3.) Stelle & Firefly. Let me please dominate and tease these two!! Oh my god I want to make Stelle squirm while I jerk their cock off and make sure she gets to the point of release before stopping. Then making Firefly a flushed mess while she watches, touching herself until I go between her legs-!!! God I want them.

4.) Jingliu & Yukong. My tragic old yuri women. Deranged Jingliu fucking me hard and in heat Yukong- yes I want to be bred and knocked up. I don't want to leave that bed until I'm filled with their cum, okay!! Plus, they both just need love.

5.) Serval & Natasha. This is a rare pair between two old women I love so much. We need Natasha to heal Serval's broken heart, the one Cocolia left her with, she is a doctor after all. And if getting into bed with them will start that? Then 100% we're doing that.

✧ PATH TO NOWHERE

1.) Zoya & Angell. After that fanart I saw with them both, and that thirst I wrote as well, I've never wanted to be between two women more. I want them to try and stake claim on me, fighting over me even as they fuck me dumb. I don't care how many bites and scratches I have on my body after.

2.) Shalom & Rahu. I want Rahu fucking me raw, like a dog in heat, while Shalom watches and praises us both. I also want to participate in endlessly teasing Rahu and making her unable to cum until Shalom gives her permission. It's a coin flip with them both for me.

3.) Deren & Raven. Give me these two creative ladies and let me pull them into bed with me. Just knowing Raven would be very high energy with a low energy Deren is amusing, but it works. Raven is doing most of the work, not that she minds, while I lazily jerk Deren off. It's fucking heaven.

4.) Cabernet & Kelvin. Intimidated but aroused Kelvin, having her thighs pinned down on the bed with Cabernet eating her out. Then I'm on the side, teasing her nipples and marking her neck, praising her. I want it.

5.) Tetra & Pricilla. These two would be beyond teasing in bed, and you know what, I'd take it all. I want to their prized gem that they worship and love.

#*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟsins rambles #sea-lanterns #maybe i'll write something on these pairings now

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