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biggameplayertrentaa · 2 months

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III. Trippin', Fallin'

“Girl, he ate your pussy for the back and YOU LEFT HIM?” Your best friend Nicole sits directly across from you, french manicured tips outlining the rim of her now empty mimosa cup. The two of you sat in a secluded corner of your favorite brunch spot. Every Friday morning, the two of you would meet and discuss a myriad of topics that ranged from work to menstrual problems. Today’s brunch topic of discussion: Jude.

“Do you mind lowering your voice when speaking about MY business in public? Thank you.” You simply retort, bringing your mimosa flute to your glossed lips before quickly downing the rest of the citrussy substances. You couldn’t help but sink in your chair as her words triggered the wakening of your already guilty conscience. Her summarization truly made your actions seem so…brutal. Brutality was never the intention, neither was hurting him; you were merely protecting yourself. You viewed the situation as his heart or yours, and a week ago, you had chosen yours.

“You are absolutely in the wrong.” Nicole’s tone mirrors that of a disappointed parent disciplining their school-age child. It made your skin burn and forced you to focus your attention to the crumbs on the cloth of the table. “You’re in the wrong and you need to apologize to him.”

You roll your eyes at this. “He’ll be fine; if anything it’ll encourage him to chill out.” You motion to your server, knowing that Nicole was going to hammer away at this situation until the two of you were blue in the face. You might as well be a little drunk for it.

“Why do you want him to chill out?” Her eyes are trained on you, even when the server comes back with two new mimosa flutes.

“Because we’re not ready to be in a serious relationship.”

“But you’re ready to see each other naked and touch genitals? Consistent logic, maam.”

“You don’t know him-”

Nicole raises a dismissive hand, silencing you. “But I know you and I know that your ex fucked you up and now you’re scared that every guy you come across will do the same.” You shrug, once again taking a rather large sip of your mimosa. Though you always considered the restaurant large, under the gaze of Nicole’s judgemental eye–coupled with her ability to quickly and accurately read you–the space felt stuffy and suffocating.

“Okay, Ms. Iyana Fix My Life, so what? I’m protecting myself.”

“No, you’re blocking potential blessings and hurting an innocent person in the process.”

“Equating a man to a blessing is very out of character of you. Are you sick?” You hope a joke will ease the tension and hopefully force your bestie to change the subject. After you left that morning, you did everything in your power to suppress every thought and feeling pertaining to Jude and that incredibly passionate night. It was difficult; you can’t even eat Chinese anymore without feeling sick with guilt.

Nonetheless, you do not regret it…At least that is what you have been deluding yourself into believing this past week.

“Friend, I love you. I think you are the most beautiful, intelligent, funniest woman I know and I am so sorry that you’re ex made you think you were anything less.” Nicole reaches for the hand that was not wrapped around your mimosa flute. You hesitantly allow her to take it, relaxing slightly when she squeezes it. “But from what you’ve told me about Jude, there are no similarities between how he has consistently treated you for six months and how your ex-boyfriend treated you.”

You open your mouth to challenge her, but no words form; your mind blanks as her words resonate. She was right. Jude was everything your ex wasn’t and more. And most importantly of all, he treated you with kindness, respect, and dignity. And yet, I still broke his heart, you think, a guilt and shame-infused knot not only forming but making its presence known in the pit of your stomach.

“What if I get hurt?” Your voice comes out in almost a whisper. You were embarrassed of your actions–ashamed. You were also scared as you could literally feel the thawing of your heart.

“What if you don’t?”

The simplicity of the statement did nothing to undermines it profoundness. *

The moment you get home from your brunch–slightly tipsy from all that you had downed during Nicole’s intervention–you immediately go to call Jude.“We’re sorry, you have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service…”

You pull your phone away from your ear before you can hear the harsh sound of the dial tone. You look at the device with furrowed brows and a slight gaped mouth. Did he fucking block me, you think, quickly going to call him back. Once again, you are immediately sent to voicemail. But it isn’t until your third try when the conclusion you had reached two phone calls ago finally settles in.

Jude blocked you.

Your hands are shaking slightly as your fingers dance over the instagram app, only to find, a few seconds later, that you were blocked there too.

“There’s truly a sassy man epidemic amongst us.” You quip out into the void, hoping your wit can save you from the weight of the realization of your actions.

It didn’t.

Your stomach sinks, the cocktailed feeling of immense guilt and shame envelops your body in a way that makes your skin burn and your head hurt. It was never your intention to become a villain, to treat Jude as cruelly as you did. Your heart ached as your mind taunts you with the thought of never speaking to him again. It was a thought you never had to grapple with before. Unbeknownst to you, Jude had interwoven himself so beautiful into the fabric of your life, that the undoing of it–his threaded presence–could be emotionally catastrophic for you.

Why are you realizing this now when it may be too late?

You shake the negative thought from your head, deciding this him blocking you was for the best; the apology that Jude deserved was meant to be done in person.

* Monday morning came slowly.

As you walked the short commute to The Ciudad, you gnaw at your bottom lip as you attempt to orchestrate an appropriate apology. The clouds were low and thick, greying the typically blue skies and chilling the Spanish air. Though you have on a coat, you are still shaking. You genuinely don’t think you’ve ever uttered the words I’m sorry to a man before; that was never your brand. Accountability was, though. So it, and your now definite feelings for Jude, kept you from cutting your losses and living silently with your guilt.

You’re at the training ground before you know it. You leave your belonging in your office, grabbing your camera, and making your way to the field. The air is unusually thick with humidity and the smell of freshly cut grass is consuming. Before you could think to make a comment to one of your coworkers about the weather, you and Jude suddenly lock eyes.

Your breath hitches slightly, body immediately warming as the two of you held eachother’s gaze intensely. He’s the first to break, averting his gaze to Kroos who was yapping away beside him. You see him clench his jaw and–thanks to the season–notice the slight flush to his cheeks. His cold disposition tints your own cheeks.

As the boys begin to warm-up, you start filming a few Instagram Reelz and TikToks. Jude is almost obnoxious in the way he is purposely avoiding you and the camera. Even going as far as ducking behind Vini (of all people) to dodge you.

You don’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Training seems to drag on forever. You are completely miserable, riddled with nerves and thoughts of him. It felt as if Ancelotti was almost tantalizing you the way he was conducting this session, slowing it down with his lectures and stories. Just as you were begin to suspect he was somehow doing it to purposely fuck with you, a low rumble, followed by a few raindroplets save you from your misery. It isn’t long before the light showers morph into something more intense, forcing Ancelotti to yell out his dismissal.

You are one of the first to make it into the facility.

You stand to the side, rising slightly on your tiptoes in hopes of catching Jude, desperate to quickly make amends and put an end to this entire ordeal. Your stomach immediately knots at the sight of him; he’s trailing behind the managers with his head down and shoulders slumped. As he steps inside, eyes still glued to the ground, you intake a sharp breath before stepping directly in front of him. Jude stops, raising his gaze slightly with knitted brows. You go to speak, but before you can form a syllable, he is walking past you, bumping your shoulder lightly in the process.

You’re in shock, sticky-glued to your spot–did he just?

Rejection is bitter and nauseating; it makes the inside of your nose prickle and your throat lump with the urge to cry. The sound of the now harsh rain against the panes of the facility’s window forces you to gather yourself and ignore the little voice in your head reminding you of your pride. Your ego is bruised–severely, but you bury the bitter feeling and instead head to your manager’s office, excuses already formulating.

Because of the downpour–and your impatient, nervous disposition–the drive to Jude’s house seems a lot longer than it typically felt. Your mind is racing; you dance between possible apologies and thoughts of heavy doubt. Is it too late?

Was this the final straw?

His demeanor gave you the impression that it was…yet there was something preventing you from giving up. You weren’t sure if it was pure delusion or hope. When you get to his house, you immediately note the car in the driveway but refuse to dwell on it as you park along the curb. As you briskly trek the short distance to his front door, you’re silently praying that its he who answers it and not his mother. These silent pleads are echoing in your mind as you pressed a finger to the little bell.

It feels like an eternity when the door finally swings open. A small sigh leaves your parted lips as your eyes dance over Jude’s tense figure. He looks shocked at first, a similar sigh leaving his own lips as he instinctively reaches to shelter you from the weather. But just as fingers ghost over your arm, he stops himself, the hand falling limp beside him.

“What are you doing here?” Jude’s voice is hard and robotic. It makes you step back further into the rain.

“Why did you block me?” The words leave your mouth before you can garner the restraints to stop them. A deep crease forms in the space just above Jude’s furrowed brows as he clenches his jaw. He steps forward, closing the door softly behind him. Your chest is almost touching his now. You can feel the heat radiating off of him and the smell of his laundry detergent.

“Excuse me?”

“I didnt- I don’t know why I said that.” You stammer out. You see him roll his shoulders back, his tense posture relaxing just slightly. This encourages you. “What I meant to say was-” You suck in a large breath, heart hammering almost distractingly against your chest. Jude’s gaze is piercing and intense and you have half a mind to look away. Instead, you return a more soft and loving look.

“You scare me-” He quirks his head to this side, signaling his confusion. You shake your head in frustration, why is this so fucking hard?

“I mean how you make me feel scares me,” You begin to rush out, “and I can go on and on about why I did what I did, but none of it would be enough.” Jude’s gaze softens. Bolden, you lean into him. “I hurt you and I am so sorry.” Jude says nothing, but this doesn’t stop you from continuing.

“Jude, I love you, which is very scary and almost embarrassing, but I do. I love you and I want to be with you.”

His mouth falls open but no words are uttered. The Spanish showers are anything but light, making the coat clinging to your body feel incredibly heavy. For a moment the two of you stand there, staring wordlessly at each other. Your eyes eventually fall to your feet; Jude’s silence was deafening.

“Right,” You nod, a sad smile playing at your lips, “I get it. I meant everything I said, though.” You throw a final glance at Jude’s frozen figure before turning on your heel. The feeling of rejection weighed you down, slowing you as you made your way to your car. It’s indescribable and visceral—you don’t think you’ve ever felt this gutted before. Your shaking fingers wrap around your doorhandle, but just as you go to open it, a large, calloused hand wraps around your wrist.

It’s embarrassing how quickly you whip yourself around.

Jude take’s half a step closer to you, pressing you between your car and his chest. His eyes were soft, but the hurt and doubt they contained was still evident. For a moment, he searches your face as if he’s looking for something.

“You left me that night.” His voice is soft, barely audible over the pressured showers.

“I know. I am so sorry, baby.”

“How do I know you won’t do that again. I can’t–” He sighs deeply before continuing, voice noticeably shaking. “I don’t think I can stomach that feeling again, Y/N.” The look in his eyes forces you to reach forward and cup his cheek. You caress his stubble and rid its surface of raindrops in vain.

“You won’t have to.” You say earnestly. “Not with me. Not again. I’m all your’s, Jude.” Jude leans in, pressing his forehead to yours, his lids hooded. With his chest pressed to yours, you can feel the quick beating of his heart. The tempo relaxes you, warming and fuzzing your body. You snake your arms around his neck, raising yourself to your tiptoes as you nudge your nose against his. Jude breathes out a laugh that you mirror.

You lean in, hovering your lips against his for a brief moment before finally taking it upon yourself to close the distance between the two of you.

THE END

Author's final thots: y/n did all that just for Jude to take her back...city girls up! Also so sorry for dragging this out. To be frank, I'm just a lazy piece of shit.

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sanjisblackasswife · 1 year

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Monster Trio Reacting to an Aphrodisiac (NSFW AF)

Luffy’s Aftercare

Sanji’s Aftercare: It’s a More Fluffy and Sad Continuation of This

Zoro’s Aftercare

Black Fem Reader in Mind

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Bad Summary: “Aphrodisiac: a food, drink, or drug that stimulates sexual desire.” What happens to y/n when our lovely boy trio encounters it?

CW: Bath sex with Luffy, Bedroom sex with Sanji, and Wall Sex with Zoro. Safety words are mentioned, but not used, reader get overstimulated to the point of tears, just a whole alotta horiness and no aftercare —pfft.

Luffy

He’d end up being very giggly, loud, and very less self aware than he already was.

Way more blunt and touchy than usual ofc

You and him never figured out why he was so horny

He’d be so flustered, which is a rare sight but he tries to play it off so badly

The aphrodisiac he consumed was of course: a food.

It happened when you and him went shopping for a few snacks on a quick island stop

You had to save most of the snacks to bring back to the ship because Nami stated there won’t be another island around for the next couple days and you needed to restock in your bedroom snack drawer.

You ended up getting Luffy some snacks to hold him, but by the time you were half way done shopping he was already done eating

You didn’t want to give him any of your snacks and seeing Luffy had a little bit of money you made him buy his own last bit of food, you both quickly headed to a vendor and there it was: a fruit!

Luffy really wanted meat but the fruit was all he could afford so he bought it and in one fell swoop ate it whole. The vendor was terrified.

“What?” Luffy muffled with his mouth stuffed before swallowing.

“Dear, are you this man’s wife?” The vendor asked tapping your shoulder.

“Not yet!” Luffy laughed and wrapped his arm around your waist knocking the air out of you for a moment. “Why? She is not for sale!” He pulled you over on his opposite side as if he were holding you all to himself pouting at the old man. The vendor shook his head and tsk’ed, “Maam. I bid you a good luck tonight with him.”

You couldn’t even let out a “Huh” before Luffy was carrying you and your bags to another vendor. You got all that you needed and had some spare change so you, being the hood girlfriend you are, bought him what he wanted and headed back to the shop with everyone.

About an hour past since you set sail. You cleaned up your room and put away your snacks in your drawer and Luffy’s in his. You wanted to relax with Robin for a moment to speak about something and take a nice hot bath before heading to dinner. However, you were stopped by Luffy running as if someone were chasing him.

“Ow.” You plainly said rubbing your chest seeing as he face planted right into you and fell. You grabbed his hand, but nearly grimaced at the sticky and sweaty hot feel of his hand. “Lu—?”

“Y-Y/N! What-what are you doing right now are you busy?! “ Luffy’s voice sounded shaky but aside from that he was hot in the face and constantly panting it was pretty weird to see him out of breath like this.

“Oh…well I needed to talk to Robin about something and then I—-“

“CAN WE HANG OUT IN YOUR ROOM?!”

“Luffy!” You held your sensitive ears for a moment seeing that he was screaming, “Are you okay? Why are you so hyper ? And we can’t right now I have to speak to Robin about something important.”

“N-NO—ahem….no reason, but okay let me take you to her!” Luffy laughs and takes your hand down to the deck where everyone is busy doing there own thing, you heard him make a small groan when he made contact with you, but maybe you were imagining things,“oh look there is Robin! Go talk to her and then we can hang out!” He slapped your ass making you jump in shock, but before you could say anything he was running off to the kitchen. Luffy doesn’t really do that kind of thing often so feeling the hard sensation of his hot hand on your skin threw you off for a moment.

“He’s in a funny mood.” Robin giggled.

“Oh yeah…” you slowly sat down looking back at the door he entered confused. What’s up with him? “A-anyways I wanted to continue asking you about—“

“GET OUT!” Sanji’s voice boomed through the door kicking Luffy out in the process. He had his cheeks stuffed, beginning to whine, he usually does this every other day , so you paid it no mind.

“Oh I See….and so—- hello captain.” Robin greeted the large shadow behind you, you turn to get a look at Luffy and his hat was now in his hand and his face was pinker than you last remembered. He nearly look like he had a fever which kind of scared you.

“Y/n…” He whispered, he was super sweaty and got it all on you when he laid his body on top of yours which his head now in your breast.

“Uh…hey? Luffy what’s wrong?” You rub the back of his head hoping he’d look back up at you, instead he just shakes his head. “You’re so sweaty….You’re taking a bath today you are not sleeping in the bed with me like this.”

“Mmmmmm.” He started to shift and not so subtly grind on your body which made you feel heat hit your cheeks because Robin was right there watching. She had the same casual smile on here thinking how cute it was to see Luffy cuddle his girlfriend, but little did she know about the poking bulge resting on top of your thigh.

“L-Lu! We can hang out a little after I finish talking to Robin okay?” You tried pulling him off of your, but he ended up biting the top of your breast instead making you shriek a bit. “Luffy!”

“I think your boyfriend wants a little time alone don’t you think?” Robin giggled at you both and even though you wanted to laugh off your embarrassment with him you started to feel Luffy suck on the same area he bit you causing you to hold back a moan.

“Y-yeah, but I have to k-know if— fuck…”

You really was happy about how casual and clearheaded Robin can be because seeing you squirm under Luffy and how Luffy was grinding on you with no shame groaning. If anyone else were watching they would have thought you both were nearly having sex right there on the deck.

“Luffy i..i um..are you Sick?” He stopped his grinding to shake his head no at you still smothered in your breast.

Robin insisted you both probably head to Chopper for a moment just in case and you can finish your conversation with her later. However , walking to Chopper’s room deemed difficult since Luffy didn’t want to let go on your body, but you were grateful he was easy to carry.

You take him inside and insist he lay on the couch, he finally pulls himself off of you giggling, placing his hat on his lap.

When Chopper comes in he examines the flustered captain, you assumed it was probably something he ate, but Chopper doesn’t find anything wrong though.

“When did you start feeling this way, Luffy?” Chopper asked.

“Like…uhhh…i think…i think a few minutes after we left that food place, y/n!”

“What did you eat?”

“It was Like this pink weird fruit, it was REALLY sweet! Kinda tasted like chocolate!”

You then suddenly started to remember the old man’s warning to you from earlier today,

“I bid you good luck tonight.”

You were thinking about what he meant but your thoughts were cut when Chopper turned to you, he assumed Luffy just ate a bad fruit and to probably lay down for the rest of the evening. “Okay but first you’re taking a bath!” You demanded grabbing his hand, Luffy throws his hat on your head and quickly wraps around your body instead.

“Okay.” He laughs. “You gatta take one with me w though .”

You didn’t mind, you’ve both taken baths together before so you easily agreed.

That was your first mistake.

You both got in the bathroom and as you bent over to turn on the tub he locked the door behind you and completely stripped.

“O-oh!” You were shocked at how close Luffy was behind you and the fact that he was naked, standing tall and still giggling.

“Common get naked!” He didn’t give you time to respond he just began to pull off your dress and underwear mumbling something incoherent in the process.

He carries you into the tub and situates himself in between your legs. He kept burying his face in between your now naked breast and did a loud groan. You didn’t even care at this point at how weird he was being since you just needed him to bathe and maybe that alone would help your boyfriend.

That was your second mistake.

“Y/N…” he practically moaned into you, but ended it with a laugh. “Can I touch you?”

“You’re already touching me, Lu..”

“No..I mean can I touch you…” he just barely pulls away to then pull his index and middle downwards on your slit with his free hand holding one of your thighs apart. You let out a broken moan arching your back in reaction, “here…I wanna touch you here again.”

You’re shocked, usually you’re the one initiating sex with him, Luffy didn’t have a really high libido and so you wanted to protest just to ask what was happening to him but he didn’t give you enough time since he kept scissoring you so incredibly slow while making eye contact.

“Y-yes. You can.” You didn’t catch yourself bucking into Luffy’s hand, but he did subtly biting his lip at your eagerness.

He smiled pulling out his finger to grab the sides of your head and kiss you, his skin was so hot to the touch you were a bit worried he did actually have a fever but your trusted the ship’s doctor judgement.

Luffy was usually a shy kisser, but today he did everything in your mouth but eat you whole, he sucked your tongue licked your lips, moaned in your mouth all while pulling himself closer into you until you felt his hard shaft press against your clit making your both whine. “C-can I go inside you?” Breathing his hot breath on you still leaving open mouthed kisses

“Yes please.” Luffy didn’t waste anytime grabbing you on top of him sliding yourself down his cock. His mouth never left yours even as you tried to pull away to catch some air, but Luffy needed his release and you were the one going to give it to him.

It wasn’t long until after a few thrust upwards he came, his grip on your butt was so tight the entire time you began to bite on his shoulder making that the possible reason he came so fast.

“Y-you okay, Lu—!” Luffy got up still holding you and moved you to bend over the tub, you never done doggy style with him before so this made you a bit loss of words. You felt his cum mixed with the bath water drip down out of you, and Luffy admired it just for a second until he felt the urge to go inside you again. This time he used his power to grow his dick just a little bit more bigger than you’re used to. “Luffy!” You felt him stretch you out so deliciously, you felt way too full and it was nearly overwhelming.

He just snickered, “‘M ganna keep going okay?”

You could hear his smile from behind, you also didn’t cum yet so you had no objection to it, you nod frantically so he can just give you some friction.

It was obvious this new position overwhelmed him as well, seeing your pretty browned butt in bouncing off his lightly tan skin. He’d pull out just enough to where his tip was still inside you then with full force thrust back inside you. You whined at the deep feel of his enlarged cock dragging in and out of your tiny wet walls.

Luffy didn’t know what got into himself either, but all he knew was he wasn’t going to stop until he felt better. He tried eating, but it didn’t work and got him in trouble. But Every time he seen you in that damn short dress prancing around the ship like nobody’s business he wanted to pull those pretty white panties you wore down and fuck you from behind.

It was about 20 minutes have passed and Luffy’s pace still haven’t let up. You came twice and your arms were so sore and tired. Your body was hot and twitching in what you couldn’t tell was overstimulation or just plain out too much of everything, his sexy pants, the wet slaps his hips and your butt tend to make when they connect, his broken voice Everytime he said “Yes! Need! More!”, feeling his thumbs dig into your back dimples knowing there will be a bruise later to see, or just the simple fact that Luffy isn’t himself right now—it was all just a lot to take in. You knew he wasn’t going to stop anytime soon, feeling your tears trickle down your cheek, “L-Luffyyyy….’m tiredddd…”

In the moment he almost ignored you but Luffy being Luffy he’d never allow anything to make you become uncomfortable no matter if it was an aphrodisiac or not. He was panting harshly hovering over you pulling you back into his chest. “Ca—can we finish in your room? Please.”

His voice was worn and filled with desperation you just mindlessly agreed wanting to lay down and take his cock despite already feeling so overstimulated—but you liked it a lot. He smiled weakly and picked you up holding your thighs.

If you weren’t in your post orgasm high you’d be cussing Luffy out for running out the bathroom with you both naked being possibly seen by someone. He shut your door and tossed you on the bed prying your messy thighs back open

“Y/N…” Luffy’s voice was almost like he was singing , “you’re dirty down there…lemme clean it up.”

“Wha??—OH LUFFY!” You threw your hand in his wet hair as he shoved his tongue inside you, he didn’t go down on you often and feeling him widen and stretch his tongue makes you now wish he’d do it Everytime you guys have sex.

“LUFFFYYYY!” It wasn’t Long until you reached your orgasm clamping down on his face with your thighs, you started to ride his tongue, feeling his wet hot muscle roll back and fourth on your clit to carry out your orgasm making him moan inside you seeing as he finally was close to reaching his high too rubbing his own cock while eating you.

Once he was released from your thighs he pulled off of your clit with a smack and stroked himself on you.

“Gatta…cum again!” He released his cum on your tummy breathing shallow with his arms gripping the sheets beside your head. You both were a panting mess until he slid himself right back in your with his face redder than ever still giving weakens giggles at your reaction. “One more okay?”

“I—“ You were dazed whining out uneven moans as he slowly started to pump himself into you, the room was spinning, your jaw was slacked open drooling, and you both were just sweating and groaning on top of each other. His mind was fuzzy, but he managed to give you small kisses on your face and neck whispering a bunch of nothings to you about how good you feel and how much he can’t stop.

After about an hour of hearing “One more” you both were so fucked out of your minds you slept through dinner, but everybody on the ship didn’t mind it considering nobody was hungry after hearing you both all evening.

Zoro

He’d be more silently irritated actually

He’d keep you beside him making sure his hands are always touching you some way

Very needy and bratty

The aphrodisiac he consumed: was a drink

His stupid lost ass should have known he didn’t know where he was going

You both were supposed to go on a date today and he wanted to take you to an area he found a few days ago when y’all first docked but he of course couldn’t remember

You packed nothing to drink and have been wandering around a forest for what felt like forever.

You both found a small abandoned home by a lake to take a quick rest and thats when Zoro found some alcohol on the table inside

“You shouldn’t drink that. Who knows who or what has been on there.” You cringed seeing him already put the full bottle to his lips. He shrugged at you, “I’m thirsty, woman.”

“Then go drink some of the water in that lake! I checked it it’s clean!”

“Tch.” He ignored you like he always does and downs almost half the bottle in one swig. “Sure you don’t want any? It’s sweet how you like it.”

“No you ass. One of us has to be sober in case an enemy comes to kick your ass for drinking their stuff.”

“Very funny.” Zoro rolled his eyes downing back the drink again. “Weird after taste though.”

You decided to look around the house. It was relatively clean , but some dusty areas but it was nice to relax for a moment. It was rare you both had these moments like this together so you actually wanted to stay for the evening. You assumed you wasn’t too far from the boat considering the trees looked familiar form when you first arrived so you sat on the couch to unwind.

It was quiet for a moment, so quiet you actually felt yourself dozing off. Zoro watched you shift to your back and noticed the two piece you were wearing was lifting a bit exposing the black lace panties you wore. Also instantly Zoro’s cock twitched at the sight which nearly scared the shit out of him because he usually wasn’t the type to get aroused so easily.

He shook his head feeling a bit lightheaded so he put the bottle down and walked out to the lake to throw some water on his face. He sighs as he walks back to the livingroom you were napping in and seen you already slumped over with one leg off the couch. He chuckles at you until he gazed at your legs. They looked so smooth, so soft, so plump and the colors really complimented you skin as the sun began to hit over your body.

Zoro slowly approached you making sure you were really sleep before he lifted up your skirt to get a pretty view of your ass. He leaned over closer with his big hand nearly threatening to grab a hold of your butt, but you stirred in your sleep. He shook his head again groaning and mentally cursing himself for acting like a pervert. He had no idea what’s gotten into him but he decided to just take a nap with you so he moved your legs on top of his lap and exhaled. But shutting his eyes didn’t work he couldn’t go to sleep.

So he decided that it was going to be your problem too and shake you awake.

“I’m hungry.” Zoro deadpanned looking over at you. “Got any food?”

“I—you jackass I don’t have any—“

“Then let me eat your pussy.”

“…what.”

“You heard me.”

Zoro was already forthcoming enough so hearing this was something you expected from him, but it still felt different. His words were confident, but his face was flustered and beads of sweat trickled down his face. You rolled on your back completely and obliged.

He chuckled getting up, and dragging your legs off the couch to then hike your skirt up completely. “Relax.” Was all you heard before he threw your leg on his shoulder and pushed your panties to the side and lapped you up.

“Z-zo..!” You breathed out feeling his thick finger enter your whole as he kissed and nibbled on your clit. Eventually he started to add 2 more fingers finger fucking you and using his other hand to rip open your top and bra in one motion with the sounds of your buttons hitting the hard wood floor, and seeing your breast fly out. “H-hey!”

“Shut up.” He stood back up and motioned his hand for you to stand, Zoro pulled off his pants and boxers freeing his cock and you started to suck on your bottom lip seeing it bounce free a little. “Suck my cock while I tongue fuck you.”

“Z-Zoro!” You blushed at his vulgar wording but he didn’t care he just laid back on the couch and pulled your arm. “You shouldn’t say stuff like that…”

“Don’t Act all innocent Like you don’t like it.” He scoffed. “Let me.. fuck you..with my mouth.”

It was almost as if he seen you clench from the inside because he smirked, “see. You love it. Now sit.”

You rid of the the rest of you bottoms feeling his hungry gaze on you and positioned yourself on him and got to work with your mouth. You and Zoro only 69 once and you didn’t really like it but right now from the moans and groans Zoro is doing inside you made you reconsider that thought.

“Mmmmm Zoro…!” You moaned on his cock while your hand also stroked what couldn’t fit inside feeling him twitch inside you.

He began to buck into your mouth as you grind on his face reach both of your highs sooner than you thought.

“Shit!” He pulled off of your clit with a pop, you slowly moved off of him shaking a little from your orgasm when he turned you around and picked you up to slam you on the nearest wall.

“M-maybe…there was something in that drink.” He let out an airy chuckle looking up at you. You immediately rolled your eyes at him knowing you were right and sighed. “But looks it’s just us…so…why not help me out?…don’t worry I’ll carry you back when we’re done.” He winked.

This asshole

“Fuck me then.” Was all he needed to tap his dock on your clit making you both moan out and tongue kiss as he slid inside you.

Zoro was Never gentle with his way of having sex with you so you knew this time with him being fixated from the special drink will probably be worse, but you can handle it.

“Fuck! Yes! Good—fucking girl taking my cock so well!” He huffed in your ear holding you up by your thighs. Your fingers were digging in his back moaning out his name like that was the only word you knew in your pretty little head.

You started to hear a banging noise beside your ear until you looked over to see a picture frame clashing against the wall sliding off the nail it was being supported on. Zoro peeped this and picked up the pace fucking up into you until the frame fell and broke.

“Zoro!”

“It wasnt a Family picture why you—Ah—worried about it!? Focus on My cock.” He pulled back a bit and started to change his fast shallow thrust to deep hard ones making your gape your mouth open. “Just like that…”

You grabbed his neck to shove your tounge down his throat and in turn made you taste the tiny remnant of the alcohol on his mouth making you hum inside.

“I’m—close!” He groaned moving to your neck to suck on it knowing that was your weak spot wanting to cum faster with him.

“Yes Zoro!” You started to feel yourself get overstimulated with pleasure as he started to slowly move himself in and out of you not giving you a breather in between orgasms.

“I’m not …done..” Zoro nearly growled un your ear, he moved you to face the wall, slapping your wet ass in the process. “Let’s try something different since we’re here.”

You felt his thumb spread your bottom open and your eyes widened a bit as his tip rubbed at your other hole. “W-wait! I don’t think I’m ready for that!”

“Fine…” Zoro kneeled behind you and pulled your hips out further to spread you open more. “I’ll prep you.”

You felt his tongue glide from the bottom of your clit to the top of your ass as he swirled his tongue as your tight whole, you felt kinda dirty on how much you caught yourself enjoying Zoro licking inside you. It was a new kind of pleasure and one you wasn’t sure if you could handle.

“Baby…” you cried against the wall, “okay! That’s—enough—ah!” He finally started to give your clit attention by rubbing it back and fourth very vigorously making your knees shake.

“Cum.” Was his only command with his face still shoved in your backside (I really didn’t wanna say butthole but that’s where he is rn).

You felt another orgasm arise from your belly and moaned out blabbering his name with a trickle of spit coming down your mouth.

“See.” He gave your butt a slap. “Felt good huh?”

Zoro tried. He really did. He wanted to go slow entering your ass but you looked too tempting and his state of mind was not where it needed to be he just wanted to see you cry out.

He pushed himself in your tight hole and you’ve never felt this stretched before. It was painful, but it felt way too good for you both. You could barely clench around him without you both morning above a scream.

“Move Zoro please i need it!”

Usually he’d make you beg a little more but he needed this release too so he grabbed your thick hair and fucked you into the wall.

He was grunting, and you were screaming out not worried who could be out hiking or exploring, but even if someone did see you both you couldn’t see them with your eyes filled with tears.

“So..tight! So—-ah! Good!” Zoro growled a little in his words. His voice was strained trying to hold out from cumming but you just kept squeezing. “Cuming!”

Feeling him spill inside your ass was a new level of pleasure, it was almost as if you could cum from that pressure alone. Zoro hung over you with one arm holding your waist and the other holding him up on the wall breathing heavily.

“Turn…around.” He let you face him leaning on the wall. He put your thigh around his waist moving his dick back in your cunt making you jump.(honestly I wouldn’t really advise going back inside your vagina after anal sex but bare with me) His neck was on your throat as he hungrily kissed you. He felt like it was needed for his good girl holding out for so long. But he didn’t feel finished. However he had a little bit more self control now that the drink was beginning to ware off a bit and gave you a quick breather while kissing you so passionately. He now held your arms above your head and rubbed soft circles on your sensitive slit making you squirm. “Wanna go again?”

“Yes…please…”

Zoro laughed with you giving you a little more open mouth kisses but this time he slowed the pace making your feel all of what he had to give.

“So good.” He moaned in your mouth thrusting into you at a more reasonable pace.“‘M ganna bring back some of that drink with us to the Sunny..”

“Oh….Kay..” you moaned feeling his cock drag into your gummy walls so sweetly as your back kept hitting the wall. He knew realistically you would have said no so he gave an airy laugh again at your incoherent response, still being inside you he took you back to the couch to finish with a bit more of a slower pace and not letting go of your lips.

It was a memorable date to say the least.

Sanji

Man..can you imagine if he ate an aphrodisiac?

Cums very easily untouched

Absolutely needy and surprisingly selfish

The aphrodisiac he consumed: was a drug.

You poor poor woman….

Do you know …the damage you have gotten yourself into….

This man probably has a natural aphrodisiac running through his blood stream

It was supposed to be a joke. A harmless joke on your boyfriend

However you ended up in tears rather than laugher.

You wanted to see how he’d react to one thinking he’d probably be immune because he already had to much lust in him how stupid you were to think that.

You bought some special cigarettes for him, but they were laced and of course you didn’t want to give him anything like that without him knowing DO NOT DRUG PEOPLE W/O CONSENT THATS WRONG

You suggested he try it, but he was hesitant.

“I don’t think me having an aphrodisiac would be a good idea, sweetheart.”

You really wanted him to try, but you didn’t push him. So a few days went by and eventually Sanji did lose his pack of cigarettes. How plot convenient

He usually has more in his room, but he couldn’t leave the kitchen and you were too busy with Ussop to grab another one for you.

So he asked Luffy.

And of course he ends up grabbing the wrong pack. The pack that he didn’t want to throw out because you bought it for him.

Without thought he took one long hit and exhaled, but he immediately knew and immediately fucked up.

“…oh shit.”

Sanji quickly threw out the cigarette grabbing the box from his coat to read the package and there was a cute little red warning saying “Please use with caution and do not finish the entire cigarette: Does contain (idk some drug with a lot of aphrodisiac init)” He slapped his head wanting to actually slap Luffy, but it wasn’t his fault Sanji just forgot about it, sighing in annoyance he finished up dinner and headed quickly to the shower, hopefully that was something that could reduce any side effects.

But it was too late he was already growing hard before he even hit the bathroom. “Fuck!”

He began to loosen his tie, he felt hotter by the second, running to ramble for his regular cigarettes in panic to get his mind at ease. Sanji locked himself in his room hopefully his hand could fix the issue he has been having instead of coming to you.

“Where’s Sanji?”

“I don’t know but I’m going to eat I’m starving.”

“I’ll go look for him.”

You decided to head straight to his room, but it was locked? Usually it’s only locked if he’s in there with you, but clearly you weren’t so you knocked on the door.

“Sanji…” you moved closer to the door so he could hear you from the other side, “Babe, everybody is eating already, wanna come down for dinner?”

“Sanji?”

“I’m—it’s okay I’m busy! Go eat, my love—ah!”

You could have sworn you just heard Sanji moaning.

Was he cheating on you?

“No, dumbass it’s just us on the ship who the hell would he be with in there? “

“Sanji can you open the door pleasee…”

It was silence for a few seconds until you heard the weight of his bed creak and his heavy footsteps approach. He creaked opened the door only showing half of his sweaty pink face.

“H-hey, my love…ne-need anything?”

“Yeah. You.” You pushed yourself in already low on patience because you wanted to know why Sanji being so weird and that was until you seen your panties, some magazines, and a wet spot all on his bed.

You turned to him to see his pants unbuckled and being held for dear life by his hand. Sanji was pink not only on his face, but his body since he was shirtless too. He gave you a crooked smile, and his eyes were dilated, almost has if he were having some kind of trip.

“Baby…” You smiled approaching him cautiously, he looked like he just got caught stealing or something, but you found it cute. “If you needed release I told you you can come to me. Quickie or whatever I—“

“No! No I don’t want a quickie I…” Sanji had to clear his throat. His voice kept cracking and so he moved to his drawer to hand you the now opened special cigarettes walking past you so he can drink a cup of water he had by his night stand. And then it clicked.

“Oh…but why did yo—” you whispered, you looked back up to feel the heat from Sanji radiating off him from behind you. It was like you could feel the bloodlust he had come off of his body. Nearly scared you because you never seen him like this.

“I…I need…you.” He reached out to touch your exposed tummy and hissed as if you were hot yourself, you looked so much more attractive to him right now. All you were wearing was a skirt and a top, but he thought you were practically naked. His eyes were not the usual pretty pink hearts, but they were dark and shaky. You put your hand on his cheek nearly retracting back because he was so hot it burned. He grabbed your hand and began kissing it, but the kissing eventually turned into him sucking on each finger.

“I…need you.” His voice was so raspy and shaky you actually started to feel bad more than horny for even giving him the cigarettes. He pulled your ring and middle finger out of his mouth to hold you into a tight embrace with his clamy hands running under your clothing.

“Sanji…”

“Please…let me fuck you.”

You felt yourself clench around nothing. Sanji never enjoyed using profanity around you too much, but his mind wasn’t in the right place. He didn’t care he needed to be on and inside you—dick, fingers, mouth he don’t care he needed to scratch the itch.

“Okay Sanji.” You wiggled yourself out of your skirt making him loop his thumbs down your panty line and pull them down slowly “Fuck me.”

“Color?” He whispered heavily in your ear before giving it a soft kiss. As much as he wanted to rip your clothes off and just fuck you into the wall he had to go slow with his actions until he gotten your entire yes on this, because he knew once he started he wasn’t going to stop.

“Blue.” In one swift motion he picked you up and placed you on his bed to get rid of any lingering clothing. He craved to see all of you.He wanted to mark every ich of your body. Your breast looked more supple, your tummy looked more soft and your cunt…

“So pretty…so…fuck—.” His thumbs glided on the sides of your labia making you arch a bit. He sat back up off the edge of the bed to rid of his bottoms, his cock sprang up, it was blushed and already glistening from the few times he already came on his own. His veins looked more prominent, making you blush at the sight. “Your pussy is so sexy, Baby…”

“Sanji!” You covered your face at his dirty words, but felt embarrassed seeing as he used his thumbs again to open you open seeing you clench around nothing.

“Not wet enough.” He spoke his thoughts out loud. He kneeled in front of the bed grabbing your hips to pull you onto his mouth with full force. You tend to forget how strong he really is.

You let out a pathetic moan feeling him manhandle you and prepare yourself to grip the sheets beside you. “Ganna let me eat this pretty pussy right, love?” It was almost like he was teasing you as he rubbed his two fingers up and down your slit . All you could see was his eyes, but you couldn’t stare for too long because it nearly scared you. This wasn’t the same Sanji you usually make love with—- he was something else more lustful.

“Y-yes! Please…ah!” He pressed him arms down on your hips making sure you won’t move and immediately started to suck your clit. You’d look up and glance at him but the sight was too unbareable, the top of his head moving all around between your thighs made you squeeze on his tongue a bit. Sanji felt like he wasn’t getting enough access into you so he stood up.

“Here.” He exhaled sucking his bottom lip tasting more of your arousal, “Just ganna open you up a bit more, beautiful—-there you go…look at you…”

Your thighs were pressed against your tits and your entire pussy was on display for him. He nearly drooled at the sight before diving his head back onto you, “Sanji…!”

Somehow you could hear the wet suckling noises from his mouth on your cunt more clearer and it drove you absolutely crazy, you kept holding your breath to reduce from cuming too soon, but you didn’t know that that actually works the opposite way.

“Ah! Ah! Yes! Right there ah!” You sounded like a broken record, but you didn’t care. Your voice started to crack feeling your orgasm hit you like a wave , your nails dug into your skin holding your legs up for him when you began to twitch uncontrollably when his tongue slid up and down from the bottom of your ass to your clit.

If you were to see how Sanji looked eating your pussy he’d look so desperate. He let you ride against his tongue before he exchanged it for his two fingers to rub circle on your clit. He watched as your pussy kept convulsing on him and hearing your whinny pants.

“‘M sorry, but I need more!”

You didn’t even hear him all you did was feel his mouth right back on your slit with his tongue sliding in fucking your hole. His hands spread your cheeks to just get better access to suck inside you. You could have sworn you seen stars when you opened your eyes.

You managed to cum once again, this time leaving your whole body shaky as he let you drop your legs down, but Sanji didn’t care right now. He didn’t want take a breather, he wanted you, so he pushed your limp body up the bed to make room for him to climb on top of you, your eyes were still rolled back and you didn’t even notice your self grinding your hips trying to find more friction somewhere.

“‘M ganna fuck you so well, Princess, okay?” You felt his breath on your mouth ready for him to kiss you and he gave you just that, with one hand grabbing your thighs to wrap around him to adjust himself, before pulling away from you with a spit line connecting you both. He swirled his cock inside you hearing the gooey wet noises of your arousal and he bit his lips tightly before pushing himself inside. Somehow you felt tighter and even more amazing than he last remembered. You felt so soft, that there wasn’t a piece of your body that he wasn’t touching while dragging himself in and out of you. The slow pace didn’t last long as he needed more.

“NEEDD!…MORE..PLEASE!” With each word came a stronger and faster thrust making you subconsciously pull away from the feeling of him, but he noticed this and Sanji grabbed your hips with one hand and placed his other on your tummy and pushed down. “No! …you Gatta feel all of me! Please!”

Both of you filled the rooms with whines, moans, and groans on top of the wet slapping noises against each other. It wasn’t long until your felt your orgasm approaching so closely;

“San—Sanji im—-YES YES IM—I’m CUMMING SAN—“ your back arched as you threw your arms back grabbing his pillow and biting it to try to conceal SOME moans.

“N-no!” He grabbed the pillow and threw it across the bedroom floor. “I! Needa!! Fuck— hear you! Please!” His voice was cracking with each thrust and making you ride out your orgasm onto another one.

You felt numb in the brain. Your eyes were squinted seeing how red Sanji was sweating and breathing over you. He looked so attractive, but th thought of being any more turned on started to feel a bit painful.

“S—!” He spilled inside you coming in close to leave open mouth kisses on your breast up to your mouth. He stopped for a moment trying to catch his breath. Sanji felt on fire, tears started to form in his eyes huffing and puffing on your neck not letting go of your hips, his hair was so wet and sticking to you and his face he could barely see or think.

“M-more..” He rose up to glide his hands over your completely wet body mixed with sweat and his and your fluids. “Need—-More im sorry!”

You didn’t understand why he kept apologizing because you were still on cloud 9 your and that was u til he flipped you on your stomach and opened your legs again.

“Ah fuck! Thank you baby thank you! Fuck! I need more!” You felt his entire body weight on you with his hands grabbing yours above your head to keep himself steady and he pumped into you viciously you clenched each time he came back inside you so easily due to how wet and stretched you were.

“Thank..you! Ah! Ah ! Ah!” He mouth was right by your ear as your face was buried in his bed moaning right along with him. You heard the bed creak so loudly and the floor boards get scratched up from the way the bed frame was moving under you both. You felt almost like if you didn’t scream from pleasure right now you’d probably die.

“SANJI! I—IM— C-CUMMING!”

His eyes opened again now moving faster trying to reach the same high as you. Both of you were fucking like literal rabbit at this point. But you didn’t care because you were pretty much at fault for this.

You both finally slowed down as you both came together hugged himself behind you rocking you back and fourth slowly still trying to ride how which ever number orgasm this was.

“T-Thank you…” he rolled you over and pulled you on top of him. Your hair was a mess, your eyes were barely keeping focused , and your head was buried in his sweaty neck. He peppered you in kisses, rubbing your back just for a moment, “You feel..so good….”

“Mmhmm…” was all you could mumble. You didn’t know what time it was or how long you both been going at it—

All you knew was from him thank you’d and sorry against your hot skin as he kissed your body.

You knew he wasn’t done.

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porn!star William bonney gets a new scene partner.

tags: no minors, smut, pure porn, fluff (lil bit), angst, daddy kink bc y not maybe some innocence obvi but ya

it's the summer of 1980, porn was the ultimate career that anyone could get settled in. especially, if you're hot. Paris, adjusted her white tank pulling it down hoping to impress someone. she sat in a kind of dingy office, many men and women were around her. Paris had never done anything like this before, in fact she was a virgin. but loads of other girls make money this way, and she's interested in trying something new.

"Paris Smith?" her name was called, she stood up and walked confidently towards the door. in she walked into a tan room, a woman and a man sat in there.

she noticed a camera behind them, as she sat on the couch nervous. she picked at her nails, staring at them, they were talking about her.

"alright, sweetheart," the man spoke, he looked young. he was beautiful, blue eyes, long wavy hair, and the prettiest pink plump lips.

"lemme see your tits, baby," his voice interrupted, she took off her shirt. the man and the girl both looked at each other. his face, with a smirk.

"those are real right?" the woman asked, writing something down. Paris nodded her head before speaking.

"yes ma'am, I've had no work done," Paris smiled, quickly. the man nodded slowly.

"got some nice legs," he mumbled," take em off for me. real slow." his eyes pouring into hers. the woman was writing stuff down, watching you through her glasses at the top while the man never took his eyes off of her.

she turned around unbuttoned her shorts, before bending over and pulling them down, slowly. she turned her head to look at them, the man was admiring her almost. he thought she was gorgeous, how'd she get here? her tan skin dark against the white panties she had on, a pink bow sat on top of her panties, they were high cut. he shook his head looking down at the paper.

-tan

-young

-blonde

he only had three notes about this girl. he nodded at the woman next to him. she nodded, a tight lip smile.

"we'll call you,"

☆

she huffed on her cigarette, anxiously waiting for the call. it's been three days, she wanted to know what was going on. something, anything. the phone rang, she ran towards the kitchen grabbing the yellow phone off the wall her hair flying.

"hello?" she asked, hopeful but nervous.

"Hi, is this Paris smith?" a woman asked, sounding cheerful.

"yes, ma'am. can I ask who this is?" Paris asked, chewing the inside of her cheek.

"yes this is, Karen. we met the other day," she started, "I wanted to contact you to let you know we've made a decision. "

"oh okay," Paris gulped, she wanted this.

"we've decided to take you on! you'll be with the man you met the other day. he'll be your scene partner most of the time. they call him, billy the kid. ya know the cowboy?" she laughed, shuffling playing in the background. Paris grinned, and did a small happy dance before responding.

"okay, awesome, when do I start?" Paris asked, trying not to sound too happy. that man she met the other day, made her feel some type of way plus he was hot.

"hold on, sweetheart. I have to get you introduced, a solo scene or two," Karen said, chewing on a piece of gum now.

"okay," she gulped now nervous, she's never done anything like this before. she's a virgin and and she's never touched herself so she can't imagine, she was fine because sex looked easy but that's different being on her own.

"so william, aka billy, is thirty years old okay? hope you don't mind too much, he was quite fond of you," Paris blushed, she thought he was her age.

"you've had sex before right?" Karen asked, Paris looked around before nodding.

"yes maam," Paris mumbled into the phone. Karen was sitting in the same room with William, he was listening to their conversation. he smirked, he knew she was a virgin.

'liar' he mouthed at Karen, she rolled her eyes ignoring him.

"okay sweetheart, come in tomorrow at 10am and we'll talk okay,"

☆

Paris stood outside at a cheap motel, she grimaced to herself and looked around. hookers and drug deals all around her, she felt excited and it was only ten am. she double checked the paper that had the address and room number on it, she looked around before walking to the left side checking a few doors before climbing the stairs and finding the room. before she could knock, a naked girl ran out bawling her eyes, holding her clothes close to her chest. her eyes in shock as she looks inside a film crew and a bed, was really that was in there. she gulped feeling nervous, then seeing him. he smiled a welcoming smile before saying,"hope you're not taking her place yet, you ain't ready for this honey," he rasped, he wanted to see her reaction. she gulped, blinking her eyes slowly looking away. he laughed, her cheeks felt warm.

"you don't know what I'm ready for actually," Paris snapped, feeling annoyed this man is undermining her.

"ooh did I upset you?" he stood tall over her, she just now noticed he was shirtless, his chest and arms toned with a perfect size waist. her eyes searched his face before looking at his chest, again.

"no,-" before she could finish, she bumped into the bed and fell. she looked up at him, he crouched slowly not breaking eye contact.

"no, what?" he asked, brows furrowed slightly, his gaze seemed softer as he reached out to touch her hair. two fingers grabbed the ends pulling gently, then letting go.

"oh my God you're here! William leave that poor girl alone, you're not workin with her just yet," Karen walked up to her grabbing her hand and pulling her to the small bathroom.

Paris' cheeks were red, and William knew it. he smirked to him, watching her long legs take her away. she caught a quick glance, back at him. his eyes racking her body, before their eyes met and the bathroom door shutting.

"put on this white set, goes with your innocence then when you're done come out and we'll decide if you need some make up," Karen said eyeing her, "by the looks of you though, we won't need it,"

Karen shut the door behind her, leaving Paris alone. her long wavy honey locks reached her mid back, she looked at herself in the mirror feeling nervous and scared. she swallowed the feeling as her heart thumped hard in her chest. she sliding off her shorts then her tank top, sliding off panties. luckily she wore no bra, she slid the new white panties up her legs. high cut. she thought, she put the white lacy bra on. she noticed pink bows on the waist band, and in between the cups. Paris noticed how the white looked against her tan skin, she loved how it made her look. she grinned, looking at herself in the mirror. she turned around flipping her hair over her shoulder, she looked at her back and down. she looked hot, she thought.

a knock on the door, interrupted her. she opened it, Karen grinned and whistled slightly.

"you look so beautiful, doesn't she boys?" she pulled her out by her frail hand, Paris giggled as Karen spun her around. the men nodded, but William did nothing. he stared at her, before swallowing and looking away. Paris was kind of disappointed, she felt hot she wanted to know she looked hot.

"alright, let's see what you got. just touch yourself, and look at the camera okay? look pretty, and have fun." Karen led Paris to the bed, different sheets lay on the bed with different blankets. a white silk sheet, Paris crawled on the bed sitting on her calves. she watched as William stood farthest away, still sneaking glances.

"will is gonna watch, since he'll be your partner for the most part, and but if you want him to leave, just say so. you're the boss," Karen said, close to Paris, tapping her shoulder comfortingly.

"alright, andddd action!" Paris frozen but nodding to herself, she laid down on her chest on the bed. propping her ass up, arching her back. Paris flipped her hair to the side, before rolling over to her back. one of the cameramen picked up another camera getting a different angle, scanning down her body. she stared straight at the camera, she smirked biting her lip sliding her hand down to between her thigh whimpering touching herself ever so slightly. Paris sat up slowly, bending over her cheek laid on the pillow, her ass and pussy facing the camera, as she began rubbing herself. she was so into it, she didn't know what was going on. tom watched as she shamelessly rubbed her pussy, his cock hardened at the sight. what a star, he thought. he watched as Paris slid her panties down her legs, the other camera getting a close up as she ran her fingers between her wet folds. she moaned before sticking in one small finger gasping before doing another. William watched as his dick felt like it was about to explode. wet sounds squishing as she plunged her small fingers in and out of her, her body lay flat as she clawed at her tits. she cried out, pulling her now soaked fingers into her mouth sucking on them. she winked into the camera before their eyes met, her mischievous grin dropped and her cheeks turned before Karen handed her a robe covering her. everyone else started talking, looking at footage, or taking a smoke break.

"I can't believe I did it," Paris giggled to Karen as they smoked outside, the robe fell off of her shoulder before william walked out. he gestured for Karen to leave as paris' hair blew in the wind as she watched the palm trees blow around. the sky was Grey and the ocean wrecked the sand. Paris smiled at the view, before she noticed Karen wasn't there. william sat next to her, staring out.

"pretty ain't it?" his voice deep, Paris nodded.

"listen honey, If we're gonna work together I'm gonna need you to stop playing this nervous act. you can be innocent or whatever but we're gonna have to be cool before your pretty self sits on my cock," he sighed, looking over at her. she snapped her head towards him, he shrugged.

"I'm just sayin, honey," Paris was upset. how could be such an asshole? she thought, or well she thought she was thinking.

"I'm not the asshole, I'm being realistic. it may be porn but I try to enjoy it and you should too." william snapped, Paris scoffed. William looked over at Paris with a look of disgust.

"then why the hell was that girl crying when I got here?" Paris crossed her arms over her chest, Williams eyes went down to her perfect tits before laughing.

"because of an orgasm, I gave her. fucked her, stretched her, tasted her, she came everytime. the last time she started crying her eyes out saying,' I can't, no more,' " he rolled her eyes, shrugging, "one day soon that'll be you,"

"you won't be able to make me cum," she spat at him, brows furrowed as she puts out her cigarette smashing it into the metal fence.

"and for the record, I'm doing this for money. not for pleasure," she said, bitterly. William sucked in a breath before stepping over to her, towering over her small frame. she stood stall, not faltering. he smirked down at her, his hands gently reaching for the belt around her robe before pulling it open. the robe exposed her perfect body, she gasped trying to close it before william held it wide open only towards him though.

"I'll show you pleasure, babygirl," his voice rough and deep, "and you'll still get that money, maybe even more. I'll show ya how it's done," his eyes racked her body, over and over. taking in every detail.

he closed her robe back up, her mouth agape at him. he grinned, before saying, "baby, close your mouth before I close it for you," he laughed in her face, turning to walk away before saying,"you're a real star, by the way,"

☆

"I can't believe him! of course, he's just a cocky asshole," Paris groaned into her bed, her roommate laughed.

"emphasis on cock, girl you're lucky. I've seen a couple of his films, and he is good. you can tell it's real," her friend, Rachel, grinned mischievous. Paris sighed, sitting up. maybe she should watch something of his so she knows what to expect?

"do you still have those films?" Rachel smirked, giggling.

"yes girl! they're hot as hell, here I'll get em," Paris sat up, her shorts wedging slightly and her big tshirt falling off her shoulder. Paris laid on her stomach waiting for Rachel, she thought about William. he was so hot, but twelve years older. Paris is freshly eighteen, it's a bit weird, but at least it's legal. she couldn't help but laugh out loud at her thoughts as Rachel entered.

"alright girl, I got billy the man and cowboy, which one?" Paris thought about it, cowboy seemed good to her but so did billy the man.

"you pick, you've seen em," she shrugged, Rachel nodded putting in a vhs. the screen went blue before turning black, then it opened to a scene.

william was in a bar, he was dressed as a cowboy. tight blue button up, with tight brown pants with cowboy boots, and a hat. Paris watched as he threw back a shot before the bar tender asked, "what else you'll be having?" it was a woman, she wore her dress low with heavy make up and big hair.

"you," suddenly William grabbed the woman and picked up the woman, as she placed kisses on his neck. he carried her over to a booth as he laid her down on her stomach, he yanked up her dressed before crouching down. he spread her cheeks open, before spitting on her pussy. he then quite literally devouring her, his tongue swirling around her clit, sucking on it, back to swirling his tongue up and down she pressed herself down on him. he spanked her, hard.

"mhm, no," he mumbled into her, pulling away. her moans and whimpers stop, as he pulls himself out of his pants.

"he's huge, rachel," Paris gaped, Rachel laughed clapping her hands. Paris watched as he fucked the shit out of that woman, she was screaming and clawing at him before he grabs her wrists planting them above her head. he leaned down to the woman's ear, whispering.

"such a fucking slut, you like that?" he plunged into her from the back, her screams loud as william moans.

"fuck, suck me now," he breathed, pulling out her hole clenching one last time.

Paris couldn't help but think about the aching feeling between her thighs. she was soaking, so wet than she'd ever been. surely, soaking through her shorts. she crossed her legs, rubbing her thighs against her heat. she couldn't help but wish that was her. the woman swallowed his largely endowed member almost all the way, she watched as William through his head back in pleasure. eyes screwing shut, as he came into her mouth. he pulled out of her mouth, a string of cum following.

then it ended, Paris knew she was fucked. she was so horny, she told her roommate she was going to bed before turning on the other film and touching herself. she came several times that evening, she washed her sheets and took a shower.

☆

she was at a party hosted by the industry, she walked in a tight short black dress, and some heels. music bumped, people were doing coke, smoking weed, or just simply having a good time. Paris sat in the corner, before she noticed a man coming up to her.

"hey, I'm jessie," his southern accent smooth, she nodded and shook his hand that he put out almost instantly.

"paris," she nodded, she sipped her champagne looking around for anyone or anything.

"I love your new tape, you're gonna be a star," Jessie said, closer to her. Paris gulped, extremely anxious.

"yeah, she is a star." Paris knew that voice, it was him. she watched as Jessie nodded before walking away, Paris scoffed grabbing another glass downing it.

"woah, slow down, baby," william laughed, she glared at him. of course, he came over to be an asshole.

"why did you come over here?" Paris quipped at him, he shrugged grabbing a glass of champagne and sipping on it. his blue green eyes racking her up and down. he wanted to tease her.

"oh no reason, you look good tonight. not as innocent of course. white is more your color," he smirked, stepping closer. Paris looked up at him, smirking. two can play at that game she thought.

"yeah, well, billy the man, you look good as a cowboy," her pink lips etched into a grin, his knees felt weak. he arched up one eyebrow.

"why do you think I said you look good in white?" he asked her, his fingers gently touching her brushing her hair out of the way. his fingers touched her colar bone, chills appeared on her skin. she looked down, before gulping and replying.

"I've seen why they call you billy the man, and let's just say, I touched myself to you and creamed everywhere," she smirked at him, his dick hardened, as her panties filled. she cleared her throat, stepping back from william. the rock music played, lowly. the party had died down, they both didn't even notice, william, grabbed Paris pulling her away.

"where are we going?" Paris asked, nervously william ignored her. pulling her into a broom closet. he pushes her upgainst the wall, she gasps. her back to the wall as William stood over her. looking down, his eyes much darker.

"to show me, what'ya got," he leans down and kisses her, his lips enveloping her into him. her hands unsure where to go, slowly going up his chest, william impatiently places her hands up in his long wavy hair. his hands racking up her body, pushing up her dress, his toned arms picking up her from under her thighs shoving her deeper into the wall. she moaned into him as he started sucking on her neck, licking, and kissing. she cried out, he placed a hand over her mouth.

"shhh, be quiet, honey," he grinded, into her. she soaked against his crotch. surely leaving a wet spot on his pants, william didn't care. he wanted to feel her.

he grinded his hardened self into her, she threw her head back in pleasure whimpering into his ear, he moaned quietly. no girl ever made me feel like this and he wasn't even inside of her.

"fuck, baby, so wet for me." he rubbed her clit, her juices coating his fingers, he rubbed with his two fingers, in circles wanting her to cum.

"fuck, will- " he stopped her placing a hand over her mouth, "daddy, I want you to call me daddy,"

Paris suddenly feel like she couldn't control herself anymore. her eyes rolled in the back of her head, as she shook and clenched around nothing. he pulled her hand out of her panties, pulling his fingers into his mouth sucking her juices off holding eye contact.

"that was easy," he mumbled into her ear, amusement in his voice. he sat her down, before looking down at his pants, a wet spot right on his crotch. he didn't care, he honestly wanted to inhale the scent. Paris sat there unsure of what to do, clearing her throat. he planted a wet kiss to the side of her head. she shook her head.

"what about you?" she asked,quietly. he smirked, laughing.

"what about me? you want my dick in your mouth that bad?" he asked, scanning over her body again walking slowly towards her. her back hit the wall, again. she looked up at him, nodding.

"well, I came. do you not need to?" she asked, almost innocently. Williams cock was hard, too hard. he did need to cum, but he'll save it for their scene together.

"nah, I'm good,thank you though," he smiled quickly opening the door, he stopped. Paris peaked around seeing, Karen. fuck, they both thought.

Karen had her arms crossed, with a annoyed look on her face. it was obvious things happened between the two, no doubt.

"seriously? can't keep your dick in your pants for five fucking minutes?" Karen spat, then looking at Paris before sighing.

"come on, let's get you home. will, you and I will have to talk."

☆

"save it for the cameras," Karen crossed her arms, "seriously. you don't need feelings getting involved,"

William scoffed, rolling his eyes before puffing on his cigarette. Karen stared at him disappointment, and slightly disgust.

"she's fine, we were just having a bit of fun," he didn't make eye contact with her, Karen groaned at him.

"she's young, will! she's practically a child who just so happens to be of legal age. you all have different mindsets, she's eighteen and you are a literal grown man. she is your scene partner, not your own flesh light." Williams nostrils flared, smashing his cigarette into the railing.

"oh my god, all you ever do is complain! she's young and? I was helping her out, is all. she threw herself at me, and yeah. I was into it, " william seethed stepping towards Karen, her back pressed against the railing, the salty air blowing.

"but, maybe I started it and I wanted it, wanted more." Karen pushed him back, glaring hard at him.

"save it for the fucking cameras or else," Karen walked away, her tight bun becoming unraveled slightly, her cotton blue suit feeling tighter than normal.

☆

Paris was mad at William, she could've lost her job. she got $75 for her solo scene which is the most they give out at the time, she was satisfied with herself. she was cleaning the apartment, music played as she danced around the apartment. the phone rang, she ran into the kitchen grabbing it.

"hello?" she asked, it was quite till she heard him .

"hey honey, I need you today," william spoke, she rolled her eyes.

"for work?" she asked, william chuckled.

"yes, doll. Karen told me to call for her," Paris felt unsure, what if he was just tricking her.

"can I talk to karen?" she asked, almost embarrassed.

he scoffed before replying, "you don't trust me honey,?"

before she got to reply, she heard Karen's voice. she felt better knowing she was talking to karen about work rather than him.

"hey sweetheart I'm sorry it's so short notice but I need you to be here within the hour, come to this address okay?" Paris nodded writing down the address, nervousness bubbling in her. she was finally going to fuck billy the man. Paris felt like her heart was going go explode out of her chest in the back of the taxi. her nails pressing into her palms as hard as she could, her jaw was clenched and she stared out of the window. she passed palm tree after palm tree, looking out at the beach. the taxi came to a stop, they were at the beach entrance. her eye brows furrowed.

"we're here," the driver spoke, gruffly eyeing her from the rear view mirror. she handed him a twenty, before stepping out. the taxi pulled off fast, her sundress moving around her thighs. she walked down to the entrance, her flip flops covered in the hot sand. she couldn't help but smile at the salty air. the sun was beating down on her, she kept walking till she spotted Karen of course yelling at William.

"where is she!? the hour is almost up!" Karen looked so anxious and stressed, Paris sped up her walking speed.

"we have to start shooting, william, and if she's not here I'll have to call someone else," Karen frantically, swung her hands around as William turned out. his brows furrowed from the sun, he smirked at Paris. her dress was see through in the sun.

"hey good lookin," he called to Paris, karen screamed excitedly.

"you're here! fuck, go put on this suit okay? there's a small out house over there, we have to start shooting, like now! now go!" she shoved a red one piece bathing suit in paris' hands. it looked like the baywatch suits, Paris had always dreamed about being one of those girls. Paris nodded walking off, taking a quick glance at William. he was shirtless with short swim shorts on, his tan skin glistening, his broad shoulders, toned arms and chest. Paris quickly turned around meeting Williams eyes. he winked back at her, she could feel her cheeks heat up as she scurried off towards the outhouse. she pulled open the curtains, slipping her dress down her shoulders to over her hips to down at her feet. she slipped off her panties, sliding on suit. it fit her like a glove, and gave her breasts a push up look. the red suit extremely high cut, with her whole ass out. she couldn't help but feel extremely exposed, no one was at the beach where they were at but still. she felt nervous.

she picked up her panties and dress, walking out. she held her clothes in front of her, knowing her ass was out she wanted to feel covered a bit more. she walked over to the rest of the crew, william was the first to notice her but didn't say anything.

"you ready sweetheart? alright, so you're a life guard and william is.. a beach goer," Karen said, hesitantly.

"wait, isn't a cowboy like his thing?" Paris, asked her brows furrowing in confusion.

"baby, I'm all kinds of things," he laughed, Karen shook her head as Paris still looked confused.

"we wanted to try a different scene, see how yall both do," Karen smiled, rubbing paris' arm before loudly yelling, "let's get this show on the road people,"

Paris wanted to scream, or drown herself in the ocean. she could not believe this was happening, she stood in the water with her toes in the sand as William laid down on a towel. she was supposed to approach him, and start the scene. she was so nervous, but yet so excited.

"and, action!" a voice called out, two cameras from a far and another cameraman behind her scanning her face and body. she walked towards william was, he laid there with his eyes closed hands on his stomach. the cameraman followed closely behind her making sure to catch an angle of her ass and in between her legs. she cleared her throat at William, he peaked an eye at her open.

"sir, no sleeping on the beach," she said, standing a top of him. his blue eyes opened, a playful grin on his face. he chuckled at Paris, he sat up on his elbows.

"oh yeah? what are you gonna do about it, life guard?" he asked, a playful smirk on his lips.

Paris gulped, before responding.

"I could write you up?" Paris suggested, william laughed standing up.

"or we could forget it ever happened," he suggested, lowly. she looked up at him as his fingers traced her thighs, right up by her hip bones. she shuddered, william leaned down to her ear.

"I can't wait to finally feel you," he said, too low for anyone to hear but him and her. she gasped before william placed a wet hungry kiss to her parted lips, his tongue slipped in as she remembered what he liked. she kissed him back with the same energy, slipping her fingers in his waves. her tongue traced his tongue as his hands roamed her body, kneading her ass flesh to her back, to finally her tits. his thumb softly rubbing her hardened nipple, she let out a little whimper as william leaned down to her ear licking her ear lobe then his tongue tracing down to a spot below her ear. she moaned tugging on his hair. his left hand slowly went down her body, rubbing her. she threw her head back, moaning. william licked down her chest pulling her straps down, exposing her tan breasts her pink nipples hard against the salty cool air. she sucked in her breath, as william took a nipple into his mouth. she whimpered, this time she felt herself pooling in the suit. she looked at william with pleading eyes , his eyes met hers as he wrapped his arms around her pulling her onto the towel down with him.

Paris was so horny and william was full on teasing her, he had barely touched her as she was a moaning wet mess. william laid down on his back, pulling Paris on top of him. he groaned as she straddled him, she moaned feeling him against her.

"forgot about that write up huh?" he asked, his voice low a smirking playing at his mouth. she grinded against him, as billy looked up at her. he bit his lip, before pulling her lips to him again.

"mhm, slide your suit over baby," he said against her mouth, her hand slid down pulling her suit over. Williams hand played with her clit, rubbing in circles with his thumb while his other hand pulled himself out.

"you're gonna ride me baby, wanna see them pretty tits bounce," he said, she nodded. preparing herself as she placed herself on top of his tip, she was soaked no doubt but william was huge. her roommate said he looked about 9 or 10 inches. she gulped at the thought, she slid down him slowly. William groaned, loudly.

"s-shit, so fuckin tight," he mumbled, his eyes closing. Paris was in pain, but soon as she took him all in and adjusted he hit this spot. he felt her clench around him, he couldnt help but smile.

"so easy," he mumbled, as he wrapped his arms around Paris lifting his hips up taking over. his arms wrapped around her waist as her plowed into her, she screamed as william hit her g spot over and over.

"fuck, baby, you feel too fuckin good," he moaned into her neck, she threw her head back lost in euphoria. her juices coated his cock, dripping. William had lost himself in her, listening to her moans and whimpers. he quickly flipped them both over so he was top, pulling her legs above her head, he grabbed both her wrists pulling them above her head.

"want daddy to keep fucking you, honey?" he asked, pulling out teasing between her wet swollen folds. Paris felt like her body was on fire, she felt tired from cumming so much but she wanted to show she could do it.

"yes daddy, please, keep fucking me. I need to feel all of you," she moaned, william groaned before shoving all of himself into her at once. she cried out, her eyes closing. he let go of her wrists grabbing her jaw, her lips puckering.

"fuckin look at me while you take my dick," her eyes wide, tears brimming as william plunged into her over and over. she moaned loudly, william held her face, noticing her eyes watering.

"yeah, take it, baby. you gonna cum for daddy again?" his hand played with her clit while he fucked her. she felt all of him, she was losing her mind.

"yes daddy," his hand on her throat, applying slight pressure as he moaned into her.

"oh fuck, not gonna last much longer with you saying all that," Paris cried out, as william picked up his pace. yanking her on hips as he slammed into her, her legs wrapping around his tight waist. his large calloused hands under her back pulling her close, her head hung back mouth a gape. William moaned, as he became sloppy yet still quick. he pulled out, finishing on her naked body spread out all over. on her tits, stomach, and right above her swollen pussy.

william was out of breath, standing up before helping Paris up. Karen rushed over with a robe, before paris' legs shook so much she had to be steaded into william. Williams arms grabbed her, a laugh erupting from his lips. Paris' skin pink and sweaty, her hair a mess, her lips swollen but william thought she looked beautiful still. Karen placed the silky robe around her shoulders, Paris felt like she was going to fall over.

"wow, will, you really got her," Karen laughed, as Paris giggled quietly. william laughed, picking up the red suit. following behind the girls, william couldn't help but think about Paris. she seemed so innocent yet so sure of herself.

"how about we go and celebrate yalls first scene?" Paris drank a water bottle, slipping on her dress forgetting her panties. she didn't know where they went, she didn't know william had taken them.

#tom blyth #tom blyth smut #tom blyth x reader #billy the kid #billy the kid 2022 #tbosas

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zolawffy · 11 months

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Calling them out their name!

Ft. Zoro, Law, Crocodile, Doffy, Sanji, luffy.

Zoro

Zoro was literally minding his business and training. He was clearly trying to focus. But you decided to go bother him, the usual.

“Zozo!!” You call out to him. He sighed in annoyance because he heard you coming. However, he couldn’t stay mad because he hasn’t seen your pretty face all day. He took a long glance at the beauty before him before continuing his training.

“Hey.” He said positioning all 3 of his swords. You knew he was serious because he had his bandanna on.

“I’m bored we should go out today before its too late..” you say eyeing him. He still didn’t even look your way. So you got a little upset. He just ignored you.

“Zo.” You said firmly.

“What is it Dammit, I’m a little busy here woman.” He said lifting the dumbbells off of his swords. You decided to do something very crazy to get his attention.

“Why you gotta be a bitch all the time?” You said resting your head against your hand. Oh girl you thought he didn’t hear that? You heard the dumbbells drop and his swords did too.

That mf was caught ALLLLLL THE WAYYYY off guard. You seen a vein or two pop through his forehead. He was mumbling and cursing under his breath, he was mad as hell. He took his weights and trained elsewhere.

poor zo.. 💔 dont worry you guys made up.

Law

Law was just sitting down on the couch. Earlier, he’d act like it was such a task to swap places with the pile of clothes, making it easier to get the clothes into the correct room.

You were mad at him because you had to do it all by yourself. However, you weren’t that mad when you developed one of your silly plans in your head.

You never called Law out his name before. But the way he’s looking at you while acting lazy, had you on boiling point.

“You’re a bitch sometimes, law.” You said before his eyes shot open. He was appalled too. He rarely ever heard that word come out of your mouth anyway.

“M’ sorry mama.. you don’t have to call me names. I’ll make it up to you.” He said motioning to the cushion beside him.

Law was too sweet and too chill to actually react badly. He doesn’t like that you called him a bitch but he understands why you did it. Though it wasn’t right. He still love you thoughh.

Crocodile

Ma’am i think you’ve lost your mind.. 🧠 here ya go.

Crocodile was sitting in his office working away, the usual. And it was toooo quiet. He looked at his watch snd calculated that you should be walking in any minute now.

That’s when you came into his office.

“There you are, Sweet girl..” he said signing his papers.

“Hi croc. You said you’d take me shopping today.” You smiled as you leaned onto his desk. Your favorite store had new clothes come in and you heard its selling fast. So croc promised to take you there.

“Did i now?” He said signing away. You started to pout and doubt he was even listening to you. Which he wasn’t. You sighed aloud.

“Yes and the clothes are gonna sell out before we get there.” You said pouting.

“Cheer up sweetheart. My work ran a bit overtime today. I still have a lot to d—“

“You Dick head! You’re a liar too.”

He laughed then removed his cigar and blew his smoke. “Is that what i am, sweet girl? Sweet girls don’t use that language.” He said firmly.

You were mad. So so mad. So you decided to keep going.

“Ughh you stupid fucker—!” You yelled at him. But he just stared at you. He didn’t laugh this time.. i think you done it.

“That mouth is gonna get you in trouble, girl.” He stood up.

Lets just sayyy you wont call him out of his name again and he madd sure of it.. you gonna need a wheelchair maam, take one and go. 🦽🦽🦽

Doflamingo

Listen here ma’am, NOT A GOOD IDEA!!!

You were talking to your friend, (one of doffy’s servants) and you both were talking about Doffy.

Doffy was sitting at the stool at the kitchen island reading a newspaper about himself. So he wasn’t paying attention to you guys.

“He can be a bit ruthless sometimes, i dont know hoe you do it..” she said looking at you with sympathy.

“I mean yeah you’re right he is a bitch sometimes.” You shrugged. You heard a grunt and you turned towards him.

“Oh really.”

“Yes really and you know that.”

“Have you forgotten respect already, darling?” He said getting to eye level with you.

Yeaaah that night you definitely got a little punishment. And yes he did use his strings.. i got a lil lazy for this one but i might add moree.

Sanji

Sanji is too precious to do anything to hurt you. However if you called him out his name, he would feel like he did something horrible.

So he would make you a variety of foods, lights some candles, give you a bath, massage you, PAINT YOUR TOES, AND GIVE YOU SOME WINEEEEE. and maybe even some fun time after. Just to make up for his guilt.

Luffy

Luffy— of course he did something. He’s always doing some.

He ate ALL YOUR DAMN FOOD THAT YOU WERE SAVING!! what more do you have to do.. you wrote your name on the box and he still doesn’t listen.

He ate all the food and you called him s bitch. He just laughed and said the food was good. Poor luf luf doesn’t care or doesn’t know what it means.

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hotchsreader · 16 days

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You’re my Last Call

Word Count: 3.7k

Summary: You and Hotch had broken up over a month ago. Once he broke up with you, he disappeared, absolutely no contact with you anymore. You didn’t know why, there were no signs he was unhappy until he just broke off everything. Up until a freak accident happens, you thought you had lost the love of your life. What if that was never the case, and he just thought you’d be better off without his sadness?

trigger warning: car accident

read on ao3 here

Now there's blood on the windshield

And there's credit cards on the floor

And I'm crawling out the window of my passenger side door

Your picture's on the dashboard and that's the only thing I saw

You were always first to catch me when I fall

Yeah, I'm sorry you were my last call

- Lyrics from the song 3/13 by Wyatt Flores

Hotch was trying to remind himself of the good days when things felt less heavy and he could have a clear head. These days? Everything felt so heavy that he didn’t know if it was possible not to be stressed out. He had broken up with you weeks ago. Maybe it has been a month already, he was unsure at this point. He knew that his presence was a downer to everyone around him, and you had been too much of a light in the world to let him dull you. He loved you so much, but he knew that letting you go would be the best option for you to succeed.

Everything felt like it was going so slowly. He had left the office about an hour ago and was headed toward the victim's house to do one last walk-through to see if there was anything that the local police had missed. He knew exactly where he was going as he and the team had been there before, so he did not even tell anyone he was going there or put the location in his GPS. He had been paying attention, he wasn't too tired, he had slept pretty well the night before, and nothing but you were on his mind. He looked down at his dashboard, to see the photo of you he kept there. Even though he left, he kept you with him. He always wanted to keep you with him, other than Jack, you were his biggest source of happiness. He had looked down for a split second, but apparently, that was enough time for a far to cross into Hotch’s lane and slammed him into the wall lining the highway.

After the car crashed, Hotch couldn’t remember anything until he felt himself on the concrete ground and saw random faces flashing back and forth over the top of him.

“Sir. Is there anyone we can call for you?” They asked hoping to get an answer from the man lying in front of them. They knew there was a strong chance there was a concussion.

Hotch could hardly muster up many words, all he said was your name. Your name and said check the phone.

You were at work. Everyone else had started going home, and the law office was closed for the day. There wasn’t any noise as you sat typing your last report on your laptop, it seemed peaceful almost. That was until, your phone started ringing incredibly loud, piercing through the silence.

“Maam. This is Officer Finch. I have a man here by the name of Aaron Hotchner, he was in a car accident. He gave us you to call.”

“Where is he? He is a Federal Agent.”

Before the officer even finished giving you the details of where Aaron was, you had already grabbed all of your things and ran out of the office. By the time you hung up with him, you were only ten minutes away.

Nothing would stop you from getting to him. Nothing that happened between the two of you would make you not rush to his side. He was, and would always be, your person.

When you got there, the first thing you noticed were the lights and the sirens. It brought back so many memories from when Hotch was hurt by Foyet. your heart was pounding in your chest and you just needed to find him to see that he was okay. an officer waved you over, and you saw him lying on the ground. There was a cut across his forehead, and his eyes were grimacing like he was in pain. It was killing you, even though you hadn’t even fully gotten up to him to see him in that kind of condition. He looked almost pitiful. you weren’t sure if you wanted to talk to him because of how badly he had hurt you so you stood and talked to the paramedics who said that it was most likely that he had a concussion, but that he was going to be fine he was very lucky. The person had crossed his lane of traffic and when they did, it caused his car to swerve headfirst into the highway wall.

You heard a soft voice call your name. It was very quiet, almost like it was reserved. They didn’t want to be calling your name. They didn’t want you to know that they needed you at this moment. you didn’t know what to do because doing this was wrong to be an emergency contact on a person who had tried so hard to remove you from their life. One day everything was okay, holding hands laughing together, knowing each other’s favorite orders at the coffee shop, to not even a phone call explaining why everything ended with a snap of a finger.

“Yeah, Aaron I’m here,” you said softly in his ear, as you finally walked over to him, kneeling next to him and running your hands through his hair. That was always a small comfort for him when he really needed somebody he loved you running your fingers through his hair.

“ I am so sorry but you were the only person I wanted to be here, I know I am probably the last person you want to hear from right now.” His voice was still very soft, almost like it hurt to speak and he wanted to tell him to stop talking to focus on getting to the hospital, but you also wanted to hear what he had to say. Selfish as it was, you wanted to know why. Why did he end everything? Why did he act like he didn’t exist after two years of a beautiful relationship, why did he call you now he had his whole team that would break down walls to get to him if they knew something was wrong? Why did he call you a person who genuinely couldn’t do anything but be there for him?

“We will talk when you’re able to form a coherent sentence, Aaron, I'm here now and I’m definitely not leaving until I know you’re okay.” You rubbed his face with your hand, and he pressed his face into your palm.

you sat there as they loaded him into the ambulance and asked if you were allowed to ride along. They said yes, considering it was not life-threatening. You could drop your car at a gas station and they would come by and pick you up to take you with him. you did not want to be where you couldn’t see him, but you trusted the paramedics to take care of him for the five minutes he would be out of your line of sight. once you got into your car, you texted the team. You still had all of their phone numbers in case of emergency to let them know what was going on and your phone started ringing off the hook.

“What is going on?” JJ was on the other side of the phone. her voice made you calm down a little bit. The two of you had become very close friends during your relationship with Aaron and even after he had broken up with you JJ always kept in contact.

“They said that a car came into his lane and knocked him into the highway wall. He was conscious and able to talk, and I went with him to the hospital. I have to drop my car off at a gas station so it wouldn’t be stuck on the side of the highway.” You responded, your voice becoming wobbly during your explanation.

She gulped pretty heavily, you knew this was hard for her to hear. as well. “Do you want me to come up? I’m more than willing to come and just be a helping hand for you. I could be the communication between the team to let them know how he’s doing so you don’t have to constantly be on your phone and keep everyone updated. I can do it for you.” She knew how hard this was for you, and that small gesture would be such a relief, and would take so much off your plate that you didn’t even know how to deal with it.

“JJ you mean the world to me. Could you also contact Jessica and let her know what’s going on? I really don’t wanna have to call her even though I love her. This is just so much and I need to check on him and be with him.”

“Absolutely. I’ll see you soon. I love you.” She said you could feel how genuine she was in the last few words. Meeting Aaron was one of the best things that ever happened to you, but meeting her was a close second. You reciprocated and hung up the phone, got to the gas station, got into the ambulance, and off to the hospital you went. You held on to Hotch’s hand the entire time.

The next three hours consisted of people running in and out of the hospital room, checking on Hotch, readjusting him, checking his vitals, and it felt like almost complete chaos. The minute JJ got there you could almost cry out of relief. You needed someone else there, to make this seem like less of a fever-induced dream. To bring you back to reality, almost like a shared experience instead of being alone in a hospital room with the love of your life being poked and prodded by hospital staff.

“Hi sweetie,” JJ says as she walks into the room, tears in her eyes as she looks over at Hotch. You know the two of them are close, he always has talked highly of her.

“Hi.” This was the first time you have heard your own voice in hours and it sounded almost foreign to you. It sounded defeated and hurt.

“Why are you here JJ?” This caused you to jump. Hotch had not spoken the entire three hours until JJ walked into the room. Did he just not want to speak to you? If this was the case, why did he ask everyone to call you? You turned your head over to him, a look of hurt running over your face. He noticed immediately and turned his head away from you to look at JJ.

“You know what, I’m going to go call the team, I’ll be back in a minute. You better prepare yourself for Garcia to run in here with balloons in snacks in a few hours Hotch.” She tried to make the atmosphere less tense before she left, but the hurt and anger in you could physically feel it.

You stood up, walked over to Hotch, and put your hand under his chin, and made him look at you. He stared at you for a minute, tears gathering in his eyes as he did and he tried to open his mouth to speak but you didn’t let him get that far.

“Absolutely not, you do not get to speak right now Aaron Hotchner. You do not get to be the first one to speak after what you have put me through in the last few hours. I get to speak first.”

He nodded at you, tears slipping from his eyes.

“You LEFT me with no explanation. You are the love of my life. I would lay down everything I am and will be to make sure you and Jack are safe and happy. I did nothing wrong to deserve to be deserted. I did nothing, Aaron. I love you so much, I will love you until the day I die. Why would you have them call me? Why would you do what you did?” At this point, you were sobbing, and the last few words that came out of your mouth were gargled.

Hotch raised his hand and wiped the tears from your cheek, you wanted to turn away but your brain and arm betrayed you and you raised your hand up to hold his while it was on your face.

“Honey, it had nothing to do with you. You are the most beautiful, loving, caring person in this world.”

“But then why? What was wrong? What happened to us?”

“It was me. I was bringing you down. I was making everything worse. I didn't want to ruin your life with my hurt.” The last few words were barely a whisper.

You looked up, for the first time since this conversation started, and looked at the man in front of you. He was crying, tears falling down the side of his face onto the pillow. He was gripping your hard really hard, the ring on your fingers digging into your skin. He looked pitiful. He was heartbroken, not just because of what currently happened but because of everything going on in his head. You had wished he would’ve told you this a lot sooner. So much hurt could have been prevented if he had just been honest with you. But you knew this man, you knew he would hide things so deeply inside himself if it meant no one else had to get hurt. You knew he would hide things if it meant you would be protected from the harsh realities.

“Aaron. You are and will always be my world. If something is bothering you, I would like to talk about it. I would like to be able to be there for you if you would let me be. Please, just talk to me. Let me be there for you.” You put your hand on his cheek and he leaned into your palm. His face was flush from the accident and from the tears. He felt, defeated.

“I don’t want anyone to have to deal with me. Especially not someone who has so much to offer this world. I am just a mess of a man. You were the last person I wanted to call because I do not want you to have to clean up after me.”

“If loving you means I have to be there for everything, every sad day, every hard day, every difficult day, I will be.” You said, running your hands through his hair, his favorite.

“I don’t want you to have to do that.”

“Too late, I am already too committed.”

“You know, I was looking at my photo of you on my dashboard before it happened.” He turned his head closer to you.

“You have a photo of me in your work car?” You truly didn’t know this.

“Have the moment we started dating. It's a photo of you smiling at work when I came to visit for the first time. You were so excited to show me around to everyone. Your boyfriend is a Unit Chief in the FBI. You were so smiley the entire time, I wanted to remember that happiness on hard days. So in my work car, it sits, it's comforting.”

“Well, we can take more photos.” You sat on the edge of the bed, he sat up and you leaned into him. You were not going anywhere.

“I love you, you know that. I’m sorry for leaving, I just thought I was hurting you more than I was helping. I thought if you knew how bad I was feeling you would feel responsible or that I would hurt you.”

“I love you more than you know.”

After the talk, and JJ called the team to let them know the extent of everything going on, you decided to walk with her to get some coffee. Penelope had shown up five minutes after JJ ended the call with tons of goodies for Hotch, and you let her and Derek sit in there with him while you took a break. Hopefully, he would be okay, Derek could handle Penelope and Hotch needed a friend.

The two of you walked along side each other in silence until you got to the elevator. Once you got to the elevator JJ finally spoke up.

“Want to tell me what happened?” She looked at you sideways as she finished the question.

“Actually, yeah. What he said made me a bit worried and I need some more insight into what’s been going on.”

“I’m all ears.”

“He broke up with me because he’s having a hard time mentally. Has he been weird or more restricted at work at all?” You asked the question as you got into the elevator.

“A bit. I thought maybe it was due to the breakup but honestly it’s been going on a few months. I try not to pry because while he is my boss and my friend, i don’t want him to think i don’t trust him.”

“I understand that completely. I knew something was up, but I didn’t think he’d leave me just because he didn’t want to talk about it. I think we’re on the same page now, but i’m not letting this go. I love him too much.”

“He loves you too, trust me. Your photo is in his car, on his phone, in his office. You and Jack are his world. I honestly think he’s just scared.” As you got out of the elevator together she turned and hugged you. knowing you haven’t had one since this all happened. You loved your best friend, and she always knew what you needed.

Hotch was in the hospital for a day. They wanted to keep him overnight just for observation, but it turned out everything was okay. He had a concussion and a few cuts on his head but he was going to be fine. you were by his bedside the entire time you slept there you only left to go to the bathroom or if somebody else came and made you go get a cup of coffee. Usually it was JJ or Derek that convinced you to get up, despite Hotch telling you countless times it was okay to go home. You truly just were so happy to have him back you didn’t want to leave him again.

You both had walked to your car so you could drive him home. Jessica was keeping Jack for one more night that way Hotch could settle down at home and make sure that he was okay and you were going to stay with him tonight, because there was no way you were going to let him be alone.

“You know we have to talk about everything, right?” you said the minute you both got into the car.

“Yeah honey, I know.” He reached over and grabbed your hand and squeezed it hard.

“Why did you do this? I know you’re hurting. I would do anything to make you happy and feel loved and appreciated, that’s my goal when i’m with you. I’d do anything for you.”

“That’s the point, I just don’t want you to have to take care of me. I want to be there for you.” He started looking out of the window, like that was going to make his hurt get up and fly away.

“ Now you know a relationship is 50/50, and sometimes on bad days it’s 20/80. We give what we can, my love, and if you’re having a bad day I am more than willing to pick up the slack.” It was your turn to squeeze his hand, to bring him back to reality and remember that you were here, and that you were not going anywhere.

“I am embarrassed.” You looked over at him to see him, start to cry, genuine tears falling from his eyes, the look of defeat and hurt and embarrassment falling over his face. it was the saddest you had ever seen someone look and it absolutely shattered your heart to see him like that.

“Absolutely not,” You pulled over and stopped the car, “you have NO reason to be embarrassed about having a hard time Aaron Hotchner. You have been through more in the past few years than I could ever imagine. I don’t think I would be up walking around if I had gone through what you had been through. I would not be as good of a man as good of a dad as good of a person if I had been through what you had to go through. you give it your all every single day, whether it be as a father or as the leader of a team that saves peoples lives and every single day. you deserve somebody that not only wants to be with you at your best but somebody that will be there for you at your worst and I will be there for you. Always.” You took his face in your hands and turned him to look at you. He was still crying so you wiped his tears with your thumbs, and looked him in the eyes. You leaned in and gave him a big kiss. A kiss to cement everything you just said. So he knew, you were completely serious.

“Okay. I am sorry for what I've done, but for you, I am willing to try. I am willing to accept my downfalls, and lean on you when I need you. And you will never be my last call again, you will always be my first.”

“I better be.”

That got a smile out of him, and a small chuckle. You kissed him again and started the car back up, put it in drive, and took you both home.

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotch x you #aaron hotch fic #aaron hotch fanfiction #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner fic #aaron hotchner criminal minds #fem!reader #bau team #criminal minds #hurt/comfort #aaron hotchner hurt/comfort #fanfic #hotch #hotch x reader #hotch x you #aaron hotchner female reader #derek morgan #jennifer jareau

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sweatervest-obsessed · 7 months

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Spencer request: The team meets at a bar after they returning from a case and Spencer comes in looking dramatically different (like a nice new haircut and casual outfit and glasses) and the team / OC lose their minds

YES MAAM 🫡

It wasn’t fair.

Like, sure. Life isn’t fair, and you can’t always be the winner, but this felt personal.

Spencer Reid had agreed to go out with you all one your last night of vacation, causing Penelope to get you all to to commit to coming by signing death threats.

You didn’t even have to answer her text, knowing that the second Spencer said yes to anything, you would be there.

So that’s how you managed to find yourself packed into a booth with Garcia, Hotch, Rossi, JJ, and Emily.

“I just don’t know why Morgan volunteered to drive Spencer. It sounds like a recipe for genocide.” JJ whispered in your ear, causing you to almost spit out the sip of your drink you had just taken.

Hotch eyed the two of you suspiciously before returning to his conversation with Garcia.

But that’s when you looked up, and the world stopped.

Spencer had gotten a hair cut.

And he looked fucking delicious. At least that’s what you said to yourself as your entire body froze on the spot.

He was dressed in a short sleeve button up, with the top button undone, and just these perfect pants that fit him like a glove: truly they were a gift for you at this point since all they did was make you ogle him more.

And of course, he was in his black converse, the pair you had bought him for his birthday last year. You knew because you had gotten the heel embroidered with chess pieces, A king on one heel, and a knight on the other.

But that wasn’t even the best part. The best part was that Doctor Spencer Reid was wearing his glasses.

Maybe you should’ve chickened out and not come because all you could do now was all but chug the rest of your drink, trying to not stare at him.

But you weren’t the only one.

“Damn Spence. Didn’t know you knew how to dress like that.” Jj gave him a little wolf whistle which caused his cheeks to burn red, and Morgan to clap his back and slide into the booth next to Hotch.

“T-Thanks, it was, uh. It was Morgan.” He couldn’t help but fidget with his glasses, not fully used to them. Or that was his excuse. Maybe it was because he was nervous around you. Or maybe it was because you were refusing to look at him.

“Can I…”

You looked over at him, biting the inside of your cheek. “No—I mean.” You rolled your eyes and elbowed JJ’s thigh under the table as she laughed at you. “You don’t have a drink yet, and I need a refill.”

Spencer nodded and licked his lips. “Ye-yeah a drink.”

You smiled at him quickly, trying to calm the butterflies in your stomach as the two of you walked towards the bar.

“Y-You, you look really good.” Spencer whispered to you, as you flagged down the bartender, causing you to smile as you ordered yourself and Spencer your respective drinks.

“I’m surprised y/n hasn’t burst into flames yet.” Rossi snickered, clinking his glass in a cheers with Emily.

“Give ‘em two minutes tops.” She held out her hand in faux competition.

“Oh you’re on.”

While they all placed their bets, they failed to notice the way you and Spencer moved closer and closer to one another at the bar, not making any inference of turning back to the table, even though you both had been sipping on your new drinks for a while, lost in each other’s company.

#x reader #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid angst #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid imagine

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stevie-petey · 1 month

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HIHIHIHII can i please request a blurb where bug jon steve and nancy have a sleepover or having fun together? and maybe the kids can be included?

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND UR WORK UGH MAKES ME WANNA CRY 😭🎀

of course ! n thank you for the compliment omg

enjoy <3

"dude, what if jonathan had become your brother or something?" mike asks dustin with disgust in his voice as he watches you and jonathan help arrange the picnic blanket. nancy helps steve with the platters of food you had so carefully prepared. it's the first day of spring and youd been adamant that you, all the teens, and the party have a small picnic in the park to get some fresh air.

"dude!" dustin hits his shoulder, entirely unamused. "dont remind me about that, it was a close call."

"at least he isnt dating your sister now." mike groans.

max slides next to him on the park bench. "who is dating who again?"

"nancy is with jonathan and y/n has some weird thing with steve going on." lucas explains, but even he doesnt quite understand a lot of it still, and he frowns. "although, for a while there we thought jonathan and y/n would get married while nancy was with steve."

"they were not going to get married." dustin shrieks, absolutely horrified by that idea.

"im confused." now max is the one that frowns. "so jonathan and y/n werent dating?"

"yes." dustin and mike say, while lucas and will say, "no."

"that wasnt an answer." el points out, slightly confused yet content to listen to the conversation.

maxs frown deepens, now completely confused about the relationships between all the teens. "none of you are helping."

suddenly you appear, steve following close behind, and you flick dustins ear. "if you guys are done gossiping about our love lives, im about to lay the cake out."

"ow!" your brother rubs his now sore ear. "whyd you flick me?"

"you were the closest." you shrug at him before glancing at max. "and to answer your question: no, i never dated jonathan."

"allegedly," steve whispers, winking at the kids, which causes them to laugh. when you turn to glare at him, he quickly shuts his mouth and gulps. "sorry?"

you roll your eyes at him and point towards the cake still in his car. "grab the dessert before i throw something at you."

"yes maam," he sighs, ducking his head down as he hurries over to the car to retrieve the cake.

the kids laugh again, this time at steves expense, and nancy and jonathan now join. when notice the laughter, nancy looks around and tries to understand what shes missed. "did something happen?"

dustin opens his mouth, but you quickly cover it in fear of what he may say. "nope, nothing. now, lets all just grab our food-"

a scream, followed by a thud of two bodies colliding, interrupts you.

everyone turns towards the source of the sound and find steve and jonathan, covered in cake, sprawled on the ground.

immediately the kids lose their minds laughing, dustin practically falls off of the bench as he hunches over in laughter. meanwhile, you and nancy rush over to the teens in concern yet slight amusement.

you stand over steve and jonathan, a smirk on your face. they look so fucking pathetic covered in cake. "now, boys. what did your mothers say about playing with your food?"

"not funny," jonathan grumbles, wiping cream out of his eyes before angrily pointing at steve. "someone decided to trip over a tree branch and take the other down with him."

"was it you?" nancy asks innocently, a glint in her eyes. you giggle at her quip while jonathan closes his eyes and sighs.

steve gives everyone a thumbs up, though its hard to tell due to his finger covered in a thick layer of cake. he sees this, thinks for a moment, and then brings his thumb to his mouth. "mmm, not bad, y/n. this a new recipe?"

you and nancy groan in unison while the kids all look at one another in varying states of disbelief. mike looks disappointed, dustin is ashamed, el is still giggling, and lucas just puts his face in his hands.

"seriously, im expected to believe that y/n saw something in those two?" max says out loud to no one in particular.

"nancy, too." mike sighs, now even more disappointed.

dustin drops his head down onto the picnic table and sighs as well. "i dont wanna talk about it."

#ask #anon #m speaks #come home blurb #m’s writing #set in between seasons 2 and 3 !#steve n jon vs a cake: failed

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justcressida · 6 months

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maam the reincarnation as Persephone made cry, literally why so sad and beautiful with my fave? Can you make something like now a fan of hades is reincarnated? Like it would be hilarious😭

Basically, at the beginning of all these events, you were reading the novel Record Of Ragnarok by kissing the pictures of Hades hanging on the walls.

What you expected to see when you opened your eyes sometime between sleep and wakefulness was definitely not a man in a white suit exposing an extremely muscular chest with silver wires pouring out.

Sleep felt so sweet that you felt hungry as you inhaled the sweet scent of the man, and you bit into the muscular chest that was right at your level.

This time, when you opened your eyes fully awake, you were greeted by a white ceiling and screamed. Have you been kidnapped? I hope someone handsome missed it!

The man who walked in lived up to your expectations:)

Before Hades even opened his mouth, you had already jumped on him with a huge cry of joy.

Oh poor Hades, he was certainly very surprised. It is impossible to see a person in Helheim. And wondering, that's all people are... Is it strange?

You had literally changed the universe, and you were constantly involuntarily calling Hades 'my husband'.

It was funny and weird. Do all mortals behave this way? Yes, he had saved you from demons and brought you to his palace just out of courtesy, but he had been feeling weird ever since you bit his chest.

Moreover, when he saw her, she said, "Why am I here? Who are you?" Instead of questions like this, you literally jumped on the guy.

You were following Hades literally everywhere, entertaining Hades by asking the most ridiculous questions possible.

At some point, he admitted that this mortal was cute.

He had planned in his mind that you would stay in the palace for a day or two, but over time, he decided to extend this so-called 'sojourn' forever because it seemed that you would not go when you said 3 days, four days, 10 days.

"Your ass is my world."

"He used to hear this kind of weird thing a lot, and now there's a very strange but sweet bond between you.

You are not married, but you behave like married couples

Who knows? Maybe Poseidon will help Hades and you, who are extremely reckless, a little bit instead of grimacing at your disgusting love.

#record of ragnarok x reader #ror x reader #snv x reader #ror hades #Snv hades #ror hades x reader #snv hades x reader

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dianawinchester03 · 19 days

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Season 1, Episode 16 - Shadow

Series Masterlist

Third Person POV

Chicago, Illinois

The boys and Y/N pull up in the Impala, infront of an apartment building where a young woman was brutally killed in her apartments. The three hunters are disgusted as blue collar workers this round, posing as employees for the 'PF Alarm System'. Dean gets out of the car and goes to the trunk to take out his 'equipment'. While Sam is in the backseat with a newspaper, the headline being

"Manhunt continues for Stealth Killer. Second murder in two months" with a picture of the young woman who was killed. "Alright, Dean. This is the place" Sam says to his brother as he and Y/N get out of the car. "You know, I gotta say. Dad and me did just fine without these stupid costumes. I feel like a highschool drama dork" Dean complains.

Sam scoffs. Him and Y/N chuckle, reminiscing about their highschool drama days. "What was that play you two did? That- What was it? Our Town" Dean says chuckling at the memories. "Yeah. You two were good. It was cute" He laughs, winking at Y/N and she rolls her eyes. "I was adorable" She says sassily, flipping her hair.

Dean smiles at her playfulness, his heart skipping a beat. "I only did it because Y/N forced me" Sam defends. "Oh can it dipshit, you know damn well you enjoyed it. And you were ready to tackle Andrew Milkovich for the lead" She retorts snickering, Dean laughs as Sam looks down, chuckling at the memories.

"And I nailed it" He retorts, his voice going up an octave at the 'nailed it', snapping his fingers. The trio share a laugh as they walk to the building. "Look, Dean. You wanna pull this off, or not?" Sam goes back to the subject of the costumes. "I'm just saying these outfits cost hard earned money, okay?" Dean defends.

"Whose?" Y/N scoffs. "Ours. You think credit card frauds easy?" Dean smirks. Y/N nudges him jokingly, making him chuckle as Sam shakes his head in amusement.

"Thanks for letting us look around" Sam says to the building manager who let them in. "Well, police said they were done with the place, so..." The manager says. They all walk into the room where Meredith, the young woman who was killed, was found in dead. Blood stains on the white carpet in an unusual pattern.

"You guys said you're with the alarm company?" The manager asks them. "That's right maam" Y/N nods. "Well no offense. But your alarms are about as useful as boobs on a man" The woman says brutally honest. Y/N holds back a snicker at the delivery of the comment and the three hunters share a look.

"Well, that's why we're here. See what went wrong, stop it from happening again" Dean assures her, taking a step forward to investigate. "Now ma'am, you found the body?" Sam asks her and she nods. "Yeah" She responds. "Right after it happened?" Y/N asks.

"No. Few days later. Meredith's work called, she hadn't showed up. I knocked on the door. That's when I noticed the smell" The woman explains as the three canvass the room. "Any windows open? Any sign of break in?" Dean asks her. "No, windows were locked. Front door was bolted. Chain was on the door. We had to cut it just to get in" She further explains.

"Like I said, bang up job your company's doing" She scoffs sarcastically. "Mhm" Dean responds. "You see any over turned furniture? Broken glass? Struggle?" Y/N asks but the woman shakes her head. "Everything was in perfect condition" She says, sighing. "Except Meredith" She says and this catches their attention.

"And what condition was Meredith in?" Sam asks. "Meredith was all over. In pieces" The woman says, pointing to the blood all over. "The guy who killed her must've been some kind of a wack job" The woman says a bit disgusted. "But I'll tell you, if I didn't know any better, I'd have said a wild animal did it" The woman says honestly.

Dean who was stooping to the ground, looks over at Y/N and Sam looks over at them. "Ma'am, would you mind if we take some time, give this place a once over?" Y/N asks her sweetly. "Go right ahead. Knock yourself out" The woman nods kindly before leaving. The three get to work instantly, Dean opens his tool box with his EMF meter, unwrapping it from the cloth, powering it on as he talks.

"So the killer walks in and out of the apartment. No weapons, no prints, nothing" Dean says. "I'm telling you, the minute I found that article. I knew it was our kind of gig" Sam says to them. The EMF meter goes nuts, "I think I agree with you" Y/N says. "You say you talk to the cops?" She asks Dean.

"Uh, yeah. Spoke to Amy, a sweet, perky officer of the law" Dean says smugly, moving around the room with the meter as Sam and Y/N go to the other side with their EMF meters. Y/N rolls her eye at his tone. "Yeah, what'd you find out?" Sam asks him. "Well? She's a Sagittarius. She loves tequila...I mean. Oh and she's got this little tattoo right-"

"Dean!" Sam and Y/N angrily cut him off in unison because he's getting carried away talking about his hookup. "What? Yeah. Uh, nothing we don't already know" He snaps out of his daze, turning around guiltily. "Except for one thing they're keeping out of the papers" He adds. "What?" Y/N asks. "Meredith's heart was missing" He tells them and they turn around shocked.

"Her heart?" Sam asks confused. "Yeah, her heart" Dean confirms. "So what do you think did it to her?" Y/N asks them. "The landlady said it looked like an animal attack. Maybe it was. Werewolf?" Dean suggests but Y/N shakes her head. "No, not a werewolf. The lunar cycles not right" She informs them.

"Plus, if it was a creature, it would've left some kind of trace" Sam adds. "So whatre you thinking? Spirit?" Y/N suggests to Sam as Dean looks at the blood stains on the white carpet intensely. It's almost in dots all round. "Maybe" Sam shrugs. "See if you can find any masking tape around" He tells them and they do just that.

Dean takes the masking tape, using it to basically connect the dots on the carpet. Sam and Y/N looks on at the symbol Dean connected using the tape. "Ever seen that symbol before? Cuz I haven't" Sam asks. "Never" Dean says. "Me neither" Y/N adds.

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Y/N's POV

I'm is currently sitting at a table in a bar with my laptop, researching for any possible hit on the symbol Dean conjured up. Sam went to use the bathroom and Dean is currently chatting up a cute bartending that's flashing him her tits. Not shame it in, I've done it many times to get my way. Though I'd prefer her not flash it at Dean.

I've given up on denying my feelings for Dean. I'll admit, I have a crush on him. Fuck, I really like him. And it breaks my heart to know he'll never see me like that. Sure we have our flirty banter, but that's just how Dean is. A flirtatious charming man. Seeing him get tortured by those psycho hillbillies really opened up my eyes.

It freaking hurt like hell to see him get tortured, it felt like my heart was getting ripped out of my chest and stomped on by Andre the Giant. I gotta sort my feelings out and figure out a way to not let my stupid crush get in the way of hunting with the boys dammit.

At the corner of my eye, I see Sam come back from the bathroom, taking a seat across from me. He opens up the newspaper clippings of Meredith's article of her murder. "Got anything, y/n/n?" He asks me. "I got zilch" I shake my head sighing, looking up from my laptop. My gaze settles on Dean flirting with the bartender, my jaw clenching at the sight as I narrow my eyes at them.

Relax Y/N, he's not your boyfriend nor will he ever be. I remind myself, gripping my beer bottle. "Did you hear me?" Sams voice snaps me out of my trance and I stare back at him confused. "Huh? Uh, yeah....you were talking about that thing" I respond lamely and Sam give me a look that says, 'that's bullshit'.

He looks back at the bar in the direction my gaze was, at the bar where Dean is flirting with the waitress, and turns back to me with a sly smile on his face. "You two are too stubborn for your own good" He tells me, snickering as I sip on my beer. "What the hell are you talking about?" I ask in confusion. "Nothing" He says smugly, giving me a knowing look and I cock my eyebrow at this. Boys, I sigh.

Dean then comes up to the table and sits next to me, "Talked to the bartender" He tells us. "You get anything? Besides her number" Sam says in a dry tone, not looking up from his article. "Guys, I'm a professional. I'm offended that you would think that" Dean says in mock offense, both me and Sam give him a almost exact replica of Sam's classic bitch face saying, "Bullshit" I say in a singsong tone, sipping my beer

"Alright" He grins cheekily, holding up a napkin with a number on it. Me and Sam shake our heads. "You mind doing a little thinking with your upstairs brain, Dean?" Sam scoffs annoyed. "Huh? There's nothing to find out. Meredith worked here. She waited tables. Everyone here is her friends. They say she's normal. She didn't do or say anything weird before she died. So..." Dean lists off defensively.

"What about that symbol. You got anything on it, Princess?" He asks me and I shake my head. "Nope. Nothing, it wasn't even in your dads journals or any of the usual books" I tell him. "So we'll just have to dig a little deeper. I guess" Sam says looking around as Dean looks at the bartenders number and smiles.

"Well, there was a first victim right? Before Meredith?" Dean asks us. "Right, yeah. Uh, his name was...uh...his name was Ben Swardstrom" Sam tells us, pulling out the news paper clipping of his article, handing it to Dean. "Last month he was found mutilated in his town house. Same deal, the door was locked, the alarm was on" I explain to him. "Is there any connection between the two of them?" He asks.

"Nothing we can tell. I mean, not yet. At least. Ben was a banker. Meredith was a waitress. They never met, never knew anyone in common. They were practically from different worlds" Sam says. "So, the recap. The only successful intel we've scored so far is the bartenders phone number" Dean says sarcastically with a smile and I roll my eyes.

"Why don't you do the research huh hotshot, might be stuck on this case by time we're ready to be put in a nursing home if you're the one hitting the books" I tease jokingly and he scoffs in mock offense. "Oh ha ha, very funny. Not all of us are nerds, y/n" He retorts with a wink and I chuckle. We notice Sam looking intently behind Dean and turn back simultaneously to see what he's looking at. "What?" Dean asks Sam.

Sam then gets up and walks away from the table. "Sam?" I call out to him but he approaches a young beautiful blonde short haired girl. "What was that about?" Dean asks confused. "Let's go find out" I say shrugging, finishing my beer. I get up and Dean follows behind. "What about you, Meg? I thought you were going to California" Sam says to the girl, who's name seems to be Meg.

The second we approached her, something about that girl's presence was off. Just the sight of her irritated me, I don't know why but I already don't like her. I could feel a heat rising in my body just looking at her. "Oh, I did. I came. I saw. I conquered. Oh and I met what's his name, something Michael Murray at a bar" She tells Sam proudly, Dean and I look at each other confused at this.

"Who?" Sam asks confused. "It doesn't matter. Anyways the whole scene got old. So I'm living here now" Meg tells him flirtatiously. I notice Dean looking at her up and down and I roll my eyes. I swear this man only thinks with his dick. Dean then clears his throat. "You're from Chicago?" Sam asks her. "No. Massachusetts. Andover" She responds.

"Gosh, Sam, what are the odds we'd run into each other" She said excitedly. "Yeah, I know. I thought I'd never see you again" Sam says with a smile. "Well, I'm glad you were wrong" She responds coyly and I cock my eyebrow at this. Oh she's into Sam, damnnn. Dean clears his throat again, "Dude. Cover your mouth" Meg snaps a bit annoyed and I snicker lightly.

Dean is taken back by this and Sam turns to look at us. "Yeah, I'm sorry. Meg. This is...um.." Sam starts to introduce us and chuckles. "This is my brother, Dean. And my best friend, Y/N" Sam says. "This is Dean and Y/N?" Meg asks him shocked. "Yeah" Sam responds. A smug smile rises on Deans face "So you've heard of me" He says cockily.

"Oh yeah, I've heard of you. Nice the way you treat your brother like luggage" She snaps and we're both taken back by this. "Sorry?" I add confused. "Why don't you let him do what he wants to do. Stop dragging him over God's green earth. Sounds like his best friend is more supportive than his own brother" She scoffs. "Meg, it's alright" Sam says lowly and she calms down.

Dean then whistles and coughs lightly, "Okay, awkward" I say, me and Dean chuckling awkwardly. "Let's go get a drink, huh Dean?" I say, grabbing Deans arm and dragging him to the bar. Dean gives Sam a confused look before walking behind me. The bitch is lucky I didn't clock her, something about her I didn't like. I can't pinpoint it, she just gave me a bad vibe.

"What a bitch" I scoff, ordering two beers. "The fuck was that about?" Dean says confused as I pay the bartender and take up the beers. "I got no clue, but here" I hand him a beer, "To God's green earth" I put my beer up in a cheer-sing manner, trying to ease the situation and he smiles chuckling. "To God's green earth" He laughs, clicking his bottle with mine before taking a sip along with me.

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After having our beers, Sam finished up his conversation with Meg and we're now all walking out of the bar. "Who the hell was she?" Dean asks him. "I don't really know. I only met her once" Sam tells us. "Meeting up with her again....I don't know, man, it's weird" Sam says. "Well, what was she saying? Huh? That I treat you like luggage? What, were you bitching about me to some chick" Dean asks annoyed.

"Look, I'm sorry, Dean. It was when we had that huge fight, when I was in that bus stop in Indiana." Sam apologizes. "But that's not important. Just listen-" Sam tries to talk hit Dean cuts him off. "Well, is there any truth to what she's saying? Am I keeping you keeping you will, Sam?" Dean argues. I roll my eyes and give up on keeping quiet.

I step infront of the both of them, "Dude, chill out. Sam was angry and you were angry. You both said shit you didn't mean. I'm pretty sure he doesn't think that, right Sammy?" I turn to Sam and he nods. "Good, so ease this argument, you two sound like an old married couple" I joke and they both laugh. "Thanks y/n. Now would you listen to me?" Sam asks him calmly. "Yeah go on" Dean responds.

"I think there's something strange going on here, Dean" Sam says. "Yeah, tell me about it. She wasn't even that into me" Dean says smugly and I shake my head. "Lord" I groan and he snickers. "No, man. I mean like our kind of strange. Like maybe even a lead" Sam says a bit annoyed. "Why do you say that?" I ask Sam.

"I met Meg weeks ago, literally on the side of the road. Now I run into her in some random Chicago bar. I mean, the same bar where a waitress was slaughtered by something supernatural. You don't think that's a little weird?" Sam continues but Dean shrugs. "I don't know, random coincidence, it happens" Dean says.

"I don't know man, the second I saw that chick. The second I was in her presence, something was weird about her. Instantly I didn't like her and I don't know why" I agree with Sam. "That doesn't count. You don't like anyone in general" Dean retorts and I laugh. "Shut up but fair point" I snap back as he smirks.

"I get it. Coincidences do happen. But not to us" Sam tries to reason. "Look I could be wrong, I'm just saying that there's something about this girl that I can't quite put my finger on" He adds. A smirk rises to Deans face when he says this, "But I bet you'd like to" Dean counters and I roll my eyes at his perverse comment.

Sam turns away holding back a laugh. "Maybe she's not a suspect. Maybe you've got a thing for here, huh? Maybe you're thinking a little too much with your upstairs brain, huh?" Dean pokes fun at Sam, pointing to his head, looking at his crotch and back up at him. A smirk playing on his face as he raises his eyebrows suggestively. "Christ I need new friends" I mutter to myself, shaking my head, laughing.

"Anyways, Y/N" Sam turns to me, an exasperated look on his face, ignoring Deans comment, making him laugh. "Do me a favor. Check and see if there's really a Meg Masters from Andover, Massachusetts. And see if you can dig anything up on that symbol on Meredith's floor" Sam requests of me and I nod obliging.

"What are you gonna do" I ask him. "I'm gonna watch Meg" He says and Dean laughs, "Yeah, you are!" He exclaims proudly. "I just wanna see what's what. Better safe than sorry" Sam says defensively. "Alright you little pervert" Dean snickers, making me chuckle. "Dude!" Sam says annoyed. "We're going, come on stud. Let's go" I grab Deans arm, pulling him across the street to the motel.

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Third Person POV

Later, Y/N and Dean are at the motel. He's on the laptop looking into Meg Masters and Y/N is by the window smoking a cigarette after finishing her search of the symbol, finding its origin. "Yahtzee" He exclaims as she takes a drag. "Found her?" She asks him as he takes up his phone. "Yep" He responds, dialing in Sams number.

A few seconds later, "Hey" Sam answers, currently outside of Megs apartment in the Impala. "Let me guess, you're lurking outside of that poor girls apartment, aren't you" Dean calls his brother out on his whereabouts and Y/N snickers, shaking her head. "No....Yes" Sam tries to cover it up but Deans silence makes him confess.

"You got a funny way of showing your affection" Dean teases. "Says you, Mr. I'm In Love With Y/N But Won't Admit It" Sam counters, a smirk on his face. Deans face drops, his heart beating out of his chest. He's too speechless to answer and just clears his throat. "That's what I thought" Sam laughs. "What's he saying?" Y/N asks Dean curiously from across the room after seeing Deans face drop.

Dean just shakes his head, "Nothing important" He tells her quickly, she cocks her eyebrow at his sudden change in tone but ignores it, taking a drag from her cigarette. "You found anything on her or what?" Sam changes the subject. "Sorry man. She checks out. There's a Meg Masters in the Andover phone book. I even pulled up her high school photo" Dean informs him, going back to mocking his brother.

"Now, why don't you go knock on her door and uh invite her to a poetry reading or whatever it is you do, huh?" Dean says smugly, Y/N huffs a chuckle at his tone. Sam shakes his head ignoring his comment. "What about the symbol? Any luck?" Sam asks him. "Yeah. And we did have some luck with that. Y/N found out it's Zoroastrian. Very, very old school. Like 2000 years before Christ. It's a sigil for a Daeva" Dean explains.

"What's a Daeva?" Sam asks in confusion. "Translates to 'demon of darkness'. Zoroastrian demons. And they're savage, animalistic. You know? Nasty attitudes, kind of like demonic pitbull" Dean further explains. "How'd you figure that out?" Sam asks almost impressed. "Give me some credit, man. You and Y/N aren't the only ones paper chasing around here" Dean says smugly, flashing Y/N a wink and she huffs a laugh.

"Bullshit! I'm the one that found it Sam!" She yells from across the room, dusting the ash in the tray. "Oh can it, Princess. I can paper chase too" He huffs jokingly. "Oh yeah? Name the last book you've read" Y/N counters but Dean can't answer. Sam is currently laughing his head off on the other line at their commentary. "Alright, Y/N found it" Dean admits. "Yeah, no kidding" He laughs.

"Alright, heres the thing. These Daevas, they have to be summoned, conjured." Dean informs him. "So someone's controlling it" Sam says. "Yeah, that's what we're saying. And from what she gathered, it's pretty risky business too. These suckers tend to bite the hand that feeds them. And the arms and the torsos" Dean responds.

"So what do they look like?" Sam asks. "Well, nobody knows. I mean nobody's seen them for a couple of millennia." He informs Sam. "Summoning a demon that ancient. Someone really knows their stuff. I think we got a major player in town" Dean says. Sam sighs at the thought. "Now why don't you go give that girl a private strip-o-gram" Dean teases Sam again.

Y/N chuckles, taking a drag of her cigarette as she shakes her head. "Bite me" Sam retorts dryly. "Bite her. Don't leave teeth marks. Just enough to where-" Dean counters but Sam cuts the phone off mid sentence, annoyed with his brother. "Sam? You-" Dean chuckles, flipping the phone shut. "You love to annoy that kid I swear" Y/N laughs. "It's what siblings are for. Plus, I gotta teach him how to pick women up" He winks at her.

"Yeah, and look where that got you" She snorts. "I got that bartenders number" He says smugly and she rolls her eyes. "I would've gotten it in lesser time" She challenges. His eyes brows raise at her challenge, "Oh yeah? You think you can flirt better than me?" He smirks. "You know damn well I can" She retorts. "I think you're gonna have to remind me. Come on, Princess, show me what you got" He leans back in his chair.

She narrows her eyes at him while taking a drag of her cigarette, contemplating whether or not to accept his challenge. She crushes the burnt out cigarette in the ashtray, not breaking eye contact with him. Deans smirk doesn't falter but his heart begins to race like crazy when a seductive smile slowly appears on Y/N's face. She struts over to him, her hips swaying as if she were a runway model.

"I was wondering if you're an artist, because you were so good at drawing me in with those eyes" She says in a sultry tone. Deans chest begins to heave when Y/N rests both her hands on the sides of his chair, the corner of her bottom lip tucked between her teeth. Her eyebrows then scrunch together as if she's confused.

"I think there's something in them..." She says lowly, placing her right hand gently on the left side of his cheek. All efforts of Dean playing cool is thrown out the window when she does this. He winces lightly at the contact, which doesn't go unnoticed by Y/N. A smirk rises on her face and she leans to whisper ever so lightly in his right ear, her tone still alluring,

"...no wait, it just a sparkle". The moan Dean had to hold back when her lips brushed against his ear was embarrassing. Pulling away slowly, "You were saying, charming?" She teases him, acknowledging his flustered state not before flashing him a wink and getting back up to walk to the bathroom. Making sure to add an extra sway to her hips.

Dean's POV

I don't allow my smirk to leave my face when she narrows her eyes at me while taking a drag of her cigarette. She then outs the cigarette in the ashtray, blowing the smoke out the window. She doesn't break eye contact with me though I keep my game face on but my heart begins to race like crazy when a seductive smile takes over her face, a siren-like look in her eyes. I'm beginning to feel as though a whole damn zoo appeared in my stomach.

Her hips sway as she walks towards me. Holy fuck, it drives me crazy when she does that. "I was wondering if you're an artist, because you were so good at drawing me in with those eyes" She says in a sultry tone. My chest begins to heave when Y/N rests both her hands on the sides of my chair, the corner of her bottom lip tucked between her teeth.

Her eyebrows then scrunch together in that cute way she unconsciously does it whenever she's focusing on something or is confused. "I think there's something in them..." She says lowly, placing her right hand gently on the left side of my cheek. The wince that left my throat was involuntarily and I try to play it off by pretending to clear my throat. But a smirk rises on her face, so I'm pretty sure she noticed it.

She leans, her lips brushing lightly against my right ear, her tone still alluring, "...no wait, it just a sparkle". The moan I had to hold back was embarrassing. It took all the power in me not to pull her onto my lap and kiss her like a starving man. She pulls away slowly, her faces inches away from mine. "You were saying, charming?" She teases me, acknowledging my flustered state not before flashing me a wink and getting back up to walk to the bathroom.

Making sure to add an extra sway to her hips. The blush that I was holding back creeps up my neck as soon as she closes the door behind her. Not a soul on this earth has made me blush before but the power this woman has over me. The effect this God given woman has on me is deadly. I'd give her the last slice of pie just to see a smile on her beautiful face. Screw this, I'm done denying my feelings for her.

I'm in love with Y/N L/N.

THERE. I said it. Oh Sammy is gonna have a field day if I ever admit that to him. I need to sort this out, because I'm sure Y/N would never feel the same way about me. Hell, her dad might kill me if he even knew I was remotely attracted to her. Sure we flirt here and there, but she's naturally a kind, friendly person. I need to sort this out so it won't get in the way of our friendship. I can't lose her. I won't.

Y/N's POV

I close the bathroom door behind me, allowing the confident facade I put on when I was flirting with Dean to wash right off of me. The blush that rose to my face was fucking explosive. I turn the pipe on by the bathroom sink and splash some water over my face to cool myself down.

I take a deep breath as I stare at my reflection in the mirror. I'm used to flirting with people causally but I've never gotten so heated over an exchange. I need to get ahold of myself, dear god. I'm turning into a puddle by Dean just looking at me. The way he seemed so into it when I was flirting with him gave me a sense of hope that he might be into me too.

But if he was into me, it wouldn't be the way I'm into him, I'm sure of it. Realization dawns on me when I take in my inner monologue. Holy shit.

I'm in love with Dean Winchester.

I can't let my feelings fuck up our friendship. Or fuck up me and Sam's. I can't lose him. I won't.

After recollecting myself, I walk outside the bathroom into the room. Dean is on a phone call but he looks up at me, the phone to his ear with a slight tinge of pink on his face. I flash him a quick wink before going back to my book that I was reading earlier.

Not too long after, Sam enters the motel room in a hurry. "Dude, I gotta talk to you" We all say in unison since me and Dean had some information.

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"So hot little Meg is summoning the Daeva" Dean says in shock after Sam explained to us what he saw after following Meg. "I knew there had to be a reason I didn't like that chick" I say shaking my head. "Yeah. Looks like she was using that black altar to control the thing" Sam tells us. "So Sammy's got a thing for the bad girl" Dean teases his brother chuckling light, raising his eyebrows as Sam rolls his eyes.

"Now what's the deal with that bowl again?" I ask Sam. "She was talking into it, the way witches used to scry into crystal balls or animal entrails. She was communicating with someone" Sam explains. "With who? With the Daeva?" Dean asks but Sam shakes his head. "No, you guys said those things were savages. No, this was someone different. Someone who's giving her orders. Someone...who's coming to that warehouse." Sam says.

Me and Dean share a look when he says this, going over to the table we were seated at earlier. "Holy crap" I mutter in realization, handing Dean the paper I picked up for him to look at. His reaction replicates mine, "What?" Sam asks us confused. "What were we're gonna tell you earlier. I uh, I pulled a favor with my-" He begins to say, looking at me with a twinge of guilt? Before clearing his throat and continuing.

"My friend, Amy, over at the police department. The complete records of the two victims. We missed something the first time" Dean tells him. "What?" Sam asks, coming next to me to look at the files. "The, uh, first victim, the old man, he spent his whole life in Chicago but he wasn't born here. Look where he was born" I show Sam and his face contort to one of shock.

"Lawrence, Kansas" He breathes out. "Mm-hm" Dean responds as I take out Meredith's file. "And Meredith, the second victim? Turns out she was adopted. Guess where she's from" I explain, showing him the adoption records of Meredith, underneath her name is Lawrence Kansas. Sam pulls a chair and takes a seat next to me, processing the new information.

"Holy crap" He says in shock. "Yeah" Dean says. "I mean. It is where the demon killed our moms. It's where everything started." Sam says looking at us. "So you think Megs tied up with the demon?" I ask them. "I think it's a possibility" Dean says shrugging. "But I don't understand. What's the significance of Lawrence? And how do these Daeva things fit in?" Sam says confused.

"Beats us" I say sighing. "I say we trash that black altar, grab Meg and have ourselves an interrogation" Dean says but Sam shakes his head. "No. We can't. We shouldn't tip her off. We gotta stake out that warehouse. We gotta see who...or what is showing up to meet her" Sam says as we nod agreeing.

"I'll tell you fellas one thing. I don't think we should do this alone" I say to them honestly, giving them a knowing look.

Later, Dean is trying to call his dad while I'm trying to call mine but both keep going to voicemail. "We think we got a serious lead on the thing that killed Mom and Mrs. L/N. So...uh. This warehouse, it's 1435 West Erie. Dad, if you get this, get to Chicago as soon as you can" Dean speaks into John's voicemail, flipping his phone shut.

'This is F/N L/N, I can't reach the phone right now so you can call my daughter. Y/N at (your phone number). Have a good day' BEEP.

I sigh when I hear the beep. "Daddy? It's Y/N. Um, I'm sure you're with Mr. Winchester and he's probably filled you in on what's going on up in Chicago." I say, clearing my throat as the lump starts to build up. Sam enters the motel room as I speak into the voicemail. "Uh, look. It's really important, and we could use the both of your help. Please, we need you" I plead.

When I turn around I see a look of pity on Deans face. So I clear my throat, "Okay, I hope to see you. Love you" I say quickly before hanging up. "They'll be here eventually Princess" Dean assures me and I scoff. "Yeah, sure" I say ironically. "Voicemail?" Sam asks us. "Yeah" me and Dean respond.

Sam then rests down a heavy ass bag behind us. "Jeez. What's you get?" I ask him as he groans, cracking his shoulder chuckling. "I ransacked that trunk. Holy water, every weapon that I could think of. Exorcism rituals from about half dozen religions." He lists off as he go through the bag. "I'm not sure what to expect, so I guess we should just expect everything, huh?" He says ironically.

Me and Dean share a look, biting back smiles. Dean then takes out the shotgun, I pull out the ammo, he gestures for me to throw him one. I throw one quickly, which he catches. I pull out the pistol and Sam pulls out the ammo for it, we do the same exchange me and Dean did.

"Big night, fellas" I say. "Yeah" Sam says a bit gloomy. "Nervous?" Sam asks us. "No. No. Are you two?" Dean denies but I call bullshit. "No. No way" Sam says shaking his head. "You two.." I say plainly, cocking my pistol. "...are terrible liars" I shake my head, putting the gun in the back of my pants. They shake their heads in amusement at my tone.

"It's okay to be nervous fellas. I mean, this is the thing that took our families away from us. It deserves to be put down" I say firmly and they nod. "God, could you imagine if we actually found that damn thing? That demon? Sam says. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves, alright" Dean chuckles. "I know, I'm just saying, what if we did? What if this whole thing was over tonight?" Sam asks hypothetical.

"Man, I'd sleep for a month" I say humorously, chuckling lightly. "A month? I'm taking the whole damn year" Sam retorts chuckling like me. "Fuck, I'd go back to school. Be a person again" I look up at Dean when Sam said this, his mood instantly went cold. "You wanna go back to school?" Dean asks a little surprised. "Yeah, once we're done hunting the thing" Sam admits, cocking his gun.

"Huh" Dean mutters and I internally sigh. Oh boy, here we go. "Why? Is there something wrong with that?" Sam asks defensively, noticing Deans mood shift. "No. No. It's great. Good for you" Dean denies, shaking his head. "I mean. What are you two gonna do when it's all over?" Sam asks us. "It's never gonna be over" Dean says bluntly.

"There's gonna be others. There's always gonna be something to hunt" Dean says. "Buts there's gotta be something you want for yourself. Don't you want something more, Y/N?" He asks the both of us and I shrug. "Yeah I don't want you to leave the second this things over, Sam" Dean snaps, turning around and going over to the dresser.

"Dude, what's your problem?" I ask him calmly. Dean leans on the dresser, chuckling humorlessly. "Why do you think I drag you two everywhere? Huh?" He asks us rhetorically. "I mean. Why do you think I called you and asked you to come?" He turns to me, then turns to Sam. "Why do you think I came and got you at Stanford in the first place?". A genuine look of sorrow on his face.

"Because Dad was in trouble. And now so is Mr. L/N. Because you wanted to find the thing that killed our moms" Sam answers. "Yes! That, but it's more than that, guys" He bellows, turning away from us. My heart begins to hurt because he would only do that if he was tearing up. "Dean..." I say lightly. He then turns to us, "The three of us, Dad, F/N. I mean, I want us to be together again. I want us to be a family again" He says honestly, his voice cracking.

This makes my heart drop and now I feel bad because as much as I missed the boys, growing up, we didn't really have it easy with our dads. Dean took most of the heat but he's grown used to it and that just makes it worse. He didn't deserve that, none of us did. No child deserves that.

Tears start to well up in Sam's eyes, "Dean, we are a family. If do anything for you two." Sam assured him gently, our faces soften at his words. "But things will never be the way they were before" Sam adds and I could practically see Deans heart break. "Could be" He says with a sad smile. "I don't want them to be" Sam says honestly and now my heart breaks.

"I'm not gonna live this life forever" He admits tearfully. "Dean, when this is all over, you're gonna have to let me go my own way" Sam says softly but Dean doesn't respond, he just has a look of anguish in his eyes.

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Later, the boys and I go to the warehouse Sam followed Meg too and we climb up the shaft of the side of the building. Currently, Meg is inside on the highest floor, chanting Latin in-front of a black altar. Sam pulls himself up into the side opening, then Dean and I follow behind. We creep around the side slowly and quietly, while Sam and I aim our guns at her.

Her back is turnt to us, so she doesn't notice us behind her. We move quietly around the side where a bunch of wooden crates are stacked and crouch behind them. Dean the pulls out two shotguns. Handing them to us, taking our pistols and putting it in the duffel he was carrying.

Suddenly, "Guys. Hidings a little bit childish, don't you think" Meg says causally, catching us in the act. It nearly scared me shitless. The boys and I share a look of confusion. "Well that didn't work out like I'd planned" Dean says ironically. Meg then turns to us behind the crates, "Why don't you come out?" She says and we all slowly get up from our crouching positions.

Cocking our shotguns at her, we slowly approach her. "Sam, I have to say, this puts a real crimp in our relationship" She says with a smirk. "Yeah, tell me about it" Sam retorts angrily, the grin on her face growing. "So, where's your little Daeva friend?" I grit my teeth at her.

"Around" She puts it vaguely. "And that shotguns not gonna do much good" She says cockily. "Well, don't worry sweetheart, shotguns not for the demon" Dean smirks. "So who is it, Meg? Who's coming? Who are you waiting for?" Sam asks her, narrowing his eyes at her. "You" She says plainly, a smile on her face.

That's when I feel the chills at the back of my neck again, this time, it's paired with the heated sensation I felt when I first saw Meg, only more intense. Fuck it was a trap. I should've known dammit. The suddenly, a force knocks the shotgun out of Sams hand in a flash, throwing him harshly to the ground and scratching him across his face.

"Sam!" Me and Dean yell. Before me and Dean could react, it knocks out shotguns out of our hands and then throws me into the wall and Dean into the stack of crates. We don't get much time to recover, head starts to feel fuzzy and the room starts to spin and that's when my body finally gives in, everything turning dark.

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Third Person POV

Y/N stirs awake after being knocked out, the three now tied to posts with rope. "You okay princess?" Dean asks Y/N, blood dripping down his face and the side of his head. She nods weakly, "I'm fine, charming. Just a little tied up" She says ironically, making Dean snort. A scratch, similar to Sam's, on her neck and one on her chest, right over her right boob.

She looks down at it and groans, "Seriously, why do they always go for the boob?!" She exclaims. She sees a slight smirk raise on Deans face from the corner of her eye and her gaze snaps over to him. "Not a word, Winchester" She growls and he chuckles lightly. "I didn't say anything" He says defensively.

"You two are fucking annoying" Meg groans as she enters the room. "Oh yeah, you should see me drunk. You'd love me" Dean retorts as Sam stirs awake. Meg stares right at Sam as he groans. "Hey, Sam?" Y/N calls out for Sam and he turns to her. "Don't take this the wrong way, but your girlfriend is a bitch" Y/N spits bitterly, turning to Meg.

"This...the whole thing was trap" Sam clenches his jaw as Meg grins at him. "Running into you at the bar. Following you here, hearing what you had to say. It was all a set up, wasn't it?" Sam says as Meg chuckles darkly. "And that the victims were from Lawrence?" He add. "Doesn't mean anything. It was just to draw you in, that's all" She smiles wickedly.

"You killed those two people for nothing!" Y/N snaps. "Baby, I've killed a lot more for a lot less" Meg counters with a smile. Y/N glares at her, pure hatred in her eyes. The boy's expression mirrors hers. "You trapped us. Good for you. It's Miller time. Why don't you kill us already" Dean pokes at her.

"Not very quick on the uptake, are we?" She says vaguely, a look of confusion covering the three hunters face. Meg then leads forward, "This trap isn't for you" She smirks and realization dawns on Sam and Y/N. "No.." Y/N whispers, her breathing quickening. "Our dads" Sam says lowly.

"It's a trap for our dads" Y/N says and Dean looks over at Meg who has a smirk on her face. Confirming it. Dean then chuckles, "Well, sweetheart, you're dumber than you look." He ridicules her. "Cuz even if they were in town, which they're not. They wouldn't walk into something like this, they're too good" Dean brags.

"They are pretty good. I'll give you that." Meh agrees, getting up from the table she was sitting on. She moves closer to Dean, pulling down his legs, she crouches infront from of him. "But you see, they have one weakness" She says, pulling his collar. "What's that?" Dean asks.

"You" She responds as if it's obvious. "They let their guards down around their children. Let their emotions cloud their judgements" She says darkly. Sam and Y/N clench their jaws at the thought. "I happen to know they are in town. And they'll come and try to save you" Meg says smugly.

"And then the Daevas will kill everybody, nice and slow and messy" She says morbidly. Looking over at Sam and Y/N with a smirk. "Well, I got news for you. It's gonna take a lot more than some shadow to kill them" Y/N counters. "Oh, the Daevas are in the room here. They're invisible. Their shadows are just the only part you can see" Meg says smugly, making Y/N roll her eyes.

"Why are you doing this, Meg?" Sam asks her. "What kind of deal have you got worked out here, huh? And with you?" Y/N adds. "I'm doing this for the same reasons you do what you do." Meg snaps. "Loyalty. Love." She adds. "Like the love you have for Mommy" She mocks Y/N who's glaring at her. She then turns to Sam with a smirk. "And Jess"

"Go to hell" Sam grits his teeth, his nostrils glaring in anger. "Baby, I'm already there" Meg smiles darkly. Getting on her hands and knees, she crawls over to Sam. "Come on, Sam. There's no need to be nasty" She says in a sultry tone. She then throws her leg over his lap, straddling him. Leaning in towards his ear to whisper, "I think we both know...how you really feel about me" She says lowly, sam groans in pain and disgust, wrenching in misery.

"You know, I saw you watching me....changing in my apartment" She teases him and Deans eyebrow cocks up at this. "It turned you on, didn't it?" Megs tone is alluring in Sams ear. "Get a room you two" Dean groans in disgust. "I'll get one for me and Sam and you can get one for you and Y/N" She retorts at him with a wink. Y/N nostrils flare in anger, her chest heaving.

"Screw you bitch!" She snaps. "I'll let Dean do that for you" She laughs manically. Deans too stunned by the banter to say anything. Speechless. "I didn't mind, baby. I liked that you were watching me. Come on, Sammy. You and I can still have a little dirty fun" She whispers again in Sams ear, licking it and kissing his neck.

"You wanna have fun? Go ahead then. I'm a little tied up right now" Sam says in a low tone, smirking at Meg who smiles widely. Going back to kissing his neck. That's when she hears a metal clinking on the ground. Her gaze snaps over to Dean and she gets off of Sam. Going behind the pillar that Deans tied up against to see a knife in his hand that he's trying to hide.

She then takes it out and throws it across the room. Moving over to Dean who has a smug smile on his face. She then crawls back over to Sam, "Now, were you just trying to distract while your brother cuts free" She says in a low tone, straddling Sam again. "No. No" He says lowly, shaking his head.

"It was because I have a knife of my own" Y/N chimes in, bursting out of the rope. She springs to her feet and kicks Meg straight across the face with her combat boots, HARD. "Y/N! Get the alter" Dean tells her urgently as Meg groans in pain on the floor. Y/N nods and goes over to the table with the alter, tipping it over and destroying it.

Meg gasps in terror as the shadows of the Daevas begin dragging her to the window at the edge of the building. "Nooo! NOOO!!" She screams for misery, only to plummet to her death off the building screaming. Y/N quickly grabs the knife she used to cut herself free, going over to Dean cutting him free, helping him up then doing the same for Sam.

They look at each other in terror at what they just witnessed. Going over to the now broken window to see Meg, at least 10 stories down, dead. "So I guess the Daevas didn't like being bossed around" Y/N says ironically. "I guess not" Dean agrees. "Hey Sam?" Dean says.

"Hmm?" Sam replies.

"Next time you wanna get laid, find a girl that's not so buckets of crazy, huh?" Dean says sarcastically, a smirk on his face. Y/N snickers at the comment, tapping Sam on his shoulder who has his classic bitchface on.

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The trio are now walking down the hall of the motel to get back to their motel room. "Why didn't you just leave that stuff in the car?" Dean asks Sam who's carrying the bag of weapons as Y/N digs into her pocket for the room key. "I said it before and I'll say it again: Better safe that sorry" He retorts, looking back as Y/N puts the key in, unlocking their room door.

As soon as they enter, they see the shadows of two men in their room. "Hey!" Dean yells, turning on the light. The two men then turn around with sad smiles on their faces revealing themselves to be, John Winchester and F/N L/N. Their fathers. The boys and Y/N are stunned. "Daddy? Mr. Winchester?" Y/N says in disbelief. "Hey kids" John says lightly.

Sam and Y/N have tears brimming in their eyes. Dean instantly goes over and hugs his father tightly. Y/N is stuck in place, unsure what to do. "You're not gonna give your old man a hug?" F/N says jokingly, opening his arms. Y/N chuckles a bit, sniffling on her tears. She walks over and wraps her hands tightly around her father, melting into his hug. "I missed you, daddy" She says sniffling.

Happy to finally give her father the hug she was longing to give him since they say he disappeared. "I missed you too, baby" He responds just as tearful, kissing his daughter's forehead as they embrace. Dean and Y/N let go of their fathers hugs about the same time, switching. "How are you sweetheart?" John asks Y/N as they embrace. "I've been better, Mr. Winchester" She responds lightly.

"And you, son?" F/N asks Dean. "Same ole, same ole" Dean answers in the same tone. Meanwhile, Sam is unsure whether to hug his dad or not. He approaches them, resting his bag of weapons on the ground. "Hi, Sam" John says to his younger son, a smile on his face."Hey, Dad" Sam says wearily. "Mr. L/N" Sam nods kurtly at F/N, giving him a tight smile. "Sam" F/N replies with a nod.

"It was a trap. I didn't know. I'm sorry" Dean apologizes to John and F/N for being lured into Megs trap. They both nod, "It's alright. We thought it might have been" John assures him. "You guys were there?" Dean asks them. "Yeah, we got there just in time to see the girl take the swan dive" F/N informs them and they all look at each other guilty.

"She was the bad guy right?" He asks them. "Yes, sir" The three young hunters respond to F/N firmly in unison. "Well, it doesn't surprise me. It tried to stop us before." John tells them and Sam looks surprised. "The demon has?" He asks them. "It knows we're close. It knows we're gonna kill it. Not just exorcise it or send it back to hell. Actually kill it" F/N says to them.

They're all confused but nod listening to him. "How?" Y/N asks confused. John smiles, the smile reminding her of Deans when he has a plan in mind, and shares a look with F/N. "We're working on that" John responds. Dean and Y/N have a soft smile on their faces at this. "Well, let us come with you. We'll help" Sam i insists. Y/N nods agreeing.

Dean looks at his brother and y/n, a pained look on his face. "No, son. Not yet" F/N says gently. "Listen, try to understand....this demon is a scary son of a bitch. I don't want you kids caught in the cross fire or getting hurt" John tries to reason. "You guys don't have to worry about us" Y/N assure them and F/N sighs.

"Of course we do. We're your fathers" F/N says, his voice cracking. John then looks over at Sam, guilt on his face. "Listen, Sammy, last time we were together we had one hell off a fight" John begins. "Yes sir" Sam responds firmly. "It's good to see you again." John says with a sad smile. Sams tears running down his face. They then embrace in a tight tearful hug.

Y/N felt a happy to see them reunite, her heart swelling in joy. F/N looks over at his daughter, the guilt of their last encounter on his mind. "Y/N/N, I'm sorry" He says genuinely. Y/N's gaze snaps to her father in shock, "Well I'll be damned, I never thought I'd hear those words leave your mouth" She scoffs, chuckling humorlessly, tears forming again in her eyes.

"And you'll never hear it again" F/N jokes in effort to make Y/N laugh. She lets out a gentle laugh. They embrace again in a hug. Even Dean is shocked to hear her father apologize. "You'll always be my baby" He says to her wholeheartedly, she has to hold back a sob when he says this, her heart aching. "I know" She responds sniffling, finally getting some kind of closure, her heart swells.

As they all let go of the hug, the hunters look at each other tearfully and then a force suddenly throws F/N and John across the room. "Dad!" Y/N yells. Only to be tackled herself and thrown to the floor along with Sam, groaning in pain. "No!!!" Dean screams, now throwing across the next side of the room and clawed on his forehead.

Meanwhile outside the motel building, Meg, who they thought to be dead, is controlling the Daevas with a talisman, a dark bring on her face.

F/N and John scream in pain as the Daevas dig into their skins torturously, clawing at them. Their blood splattering. Sam runs over to his bag with weapons, pulling out a flare. "Shut your eyes!" He tells them. "These things are shadow demons. So let's light them up!" He then pulls the flare, lighting it aflame and throws it in the middle of the room as they all shield their eyes.

They all cough from smoke, Sam grabs the bag of weapons and make way to the exit. "Dad! John! Over here" Y/N yells. They help their fathers up, Dean wraps Johns arm around his shoulder and Y/N does the same with F/N. Sam holds the door open and they make way through it quickly.

They all exit the motel building as they help their fathers out and make way to the Impala around the side of the carpark. "Alright, come on. We don't have much time" Sam says urgently, opening the backseat door and throwing the bag inside. "As soon as the flares out, they'll be back" Y/N says as F/N and John lean against the Impala, trying to catch their breaths.

"No. Wait, wait!" Dean says and the two look at him confused. "Guys, wait" He breathes out heavily, looking at John and F/N. "You guys can't come with us" Dean says, his heart aching just to say that. "What?!" Sam and Y/N say in confusion. "What're you talking about?" Sam asks his brother tearfully.

"You kids, you're beat to hell" F/N says, shaking his head. "You need us!" John remarks. "We'll be alright!" Dean snaps, giving them a look. "Dean. We're should stick together! We'll go after this demon, together!" Y/N exclaims frustrated. "Princess, listen to me!" Dean bellows a little to get her attention, her mouth snaps shut at his tone.

"Look guys, we almost we almost got Dad and Mr. L/N killed in there. Don't you understand? They're not gonna stop." Dean tries to reason with Sam and Y/N. "They're gonna try again, they're gonna use us to get to them. I mean. Meg was right. They're vulnerable when they're with us" Dean tries to explain.

"They're stronger without us around" Dean admits. John and F/N have guilty looks on their faces when Y/N looks over at them. Realization dawning on her, she felt idiotic that she didn't notice of it before, allowing her emotions to cloud her judgments.

Sam shakes his head, not wanting to accept it. "Dad, F/N. No" Sam pleads, putting his hands on his fathers shoulder. "After everything" He then puts his hand on F/N's shoulder. The two, holding on Sams wrists. "After all the time we spent looking for you guys. Please. I gotta be apart of this fight" Sam begs them. "Son, this fight is just starting. And we are all gonna have a part to play" F/N tells him firmly, looking at his daughter and Dean.

"But for now, you gotta trust me, Sammy." John says to his son firmly. Sam looks at him in disbelief, crying at the thought. "He's right, Sam." Y/N says sadly, her voice cracking. Sam turns to her with tears running down his face. She looks at Dean who is crying himself, her heart breaking at the sight. "You gotta let them go. We all do" She sobs shaking her head. Sam holds back his sniffles, nodding painfully.

Taking his hand off John and F/N's shoulder. They walk between the three and head over to F/N's 1986 step-side GMC Sierra Grande. John opens the passenger as F/N opens the drivers side. “Be careful, kids” John says with a sad smile. “Love you, y/n/n. You too, boys.” F/N says sadly before jumping into the truck, along with John. Sam and Dean nod sadly,

“Love you too, daddy” Y/N says weakly, clutching her scratch on her arm inflicted by the Daeva. “Come on” Dean says to them, jumping in the drivers seat. Y/N gets in the back while Sam goes over to the passenger side as F/N starts the truck, driving off. The three look at them driving away tearfully before sharing a sad look.

Dean then starts the Impala and backs out of lot, going the other direction. Meg emerges from the side of the building, glaring at the Impala that’s driving away. The three unaware of her still being alive.

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Authors Note: This chapter is unedited so please excuse the mistakes. Hope you guys liked this chapter and it’s bitter sweet end! I’m excited to to the next episode because it’s very funny (iykyk) lol.

Xoxo

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kiana-kaslana-423 · 3 months

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Hello! Can I request a yandere transfem tooth fairy? With a reader whose basically a housewife. Such a sweetheart, obedient. Doing stuff a wife does. (I'm having such a thirst I want tooth fairy to pound me and have her children like MAAM-)

Also can I be 🐱 Anonymous? :333

Yandere Transfem Tooth Fairy x Housewife! Reader

☆ Fem Reader that is basically a housewife ☆

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This is my first time officially doing a Transfem character so if I get anything wrong please tell me since I do not wish to offend!! And yes, you can be 🐱 anon! Another one to the collection- btw I put a warning before the NSFW

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!! Not comfy with men will block on interaction !!!

• When you and Tooth Fairy first met she was surprised about all the things you started to do for her even if you didn't know her that well, she's never had someone that cares that much about her and on top of that, she just normally does things alone so she's not used to this treatment at all.

• You two are not even lovers at that point but you still do all of these things like helping around her 'Clinic' and a whole bunch of other things that she normally gets done alone like separating medicine or doing some paperwork that doesn't matter, making her lunches and a whole bunch of other things!

• You do all of these things without her even asking for it + you do all these things without asking for a reward! When she tries to give you something to pay you back, you just politely decline and give it back to her?? She can't wrap it around her head about why you would do so many things for free??

• Tooth Fairy just knows you have to be someone special, like a heavenly blessed upon her. you have to be the kindest person that she's ever seen before. Whether you are a Human or a Arcanist. You are different from everyone else, you are just perfect..

• Tooth Fairy slowly starts to become obsessed with you, she can't help herself.. Tho she is self aware of her feelings and everything, she knows that they are wrong but what is she supposed to do? Sit back as you lay yourself out like a piece of cake..?

• She just has to have you because of this,, and lucky for her it was quite easy to get you to be her wife girlfriend. Whether you accept her confession normally or she just had to manipulate you to accept it, she got you either way so she doesn't mind how it happened.. All of that's in the past since now she has you so you shouldn't think about it either.

• A relationship with Tooth Fairy is pretty steady cuz you're obedient and accept everything she says, so it's pretty easy cuz she never has to force you into anything since why would you ever reject her? She's your partner and you're such a sweetheart so you would never reject anything she has to says, since what she says are facts and if anyone says they are not, they are just lying.

• You are just so easy to manipulate because of your sweetheart and submissive personality, Tooth Fairy makes sure to use this to her full advantage and along with that she knows you inside out Literally. She has documented every one of your emotions, how you act, and everything so she can tell if you are lying or if you are having a bad day. You can't ever hide anything from her because of how she can notice things easily

• Given how your relationship is, you might even feel empathy for her fairies. Since you know how it is to be trapped and eaten.

TW: NSFW, Non-con, manipulation, drugs, somnophilia, breeding / forced pregnancy

• Tooth Fairy has a normal sex drive since she's so busy so she normally doesn't get to have intercourse a lot but also back then she didn't have a partner. now that she has one, she can try everything she seen in magazines and what she heard from other people.

• At the beginning she waits, she wants to build up a level of trust with you so she waits patiently until you want to have your first time with her. Tooth Fairy is really gentle the first time, since this is the time that gives her time to map out everything on your body and remember every little piece of it, what makes you moan the loudest and What makes you quiver the most. But it's also because she wants to show you that she can be is gentle! She's not always cold and hard, you out of anyone should know that.

• She's like this every time you two have intercourse,,, when you know of course..

• Tooth Fairy doesn't always like being gentle since she has her own twisted needs too, but she knows if she does everything she wants to do on you when you're conscious, you will probably lose trust in her and get scared then that can lead to a whole another problem she doesn't want. Tooth Fairy is a smart woman so she obviously knows how to get around this

• She has two methods that she normally does on you, one she spikes your drink so you are only a little bit conscious. It gives her the experience of letting her do what she wants you when you are awake and being able to moan and whimper under her but it also gives her the benefit of you not remembering it the next day.

• The other one is to obviously drug you with some sleeping medicine and then take you when you're asleep, it's almost exactly like spiking you but she just doesn't have to listen to your stupid noises as she uses your own body for her selfish pleasure

• Tooth Fairy is also interested in tying the knot with you officially, like getting married and everything but she knows that's a little hard given the situation you two are in at the moment so the way she fuels this need is fucking you full of her seed. She can do this whether you are conscious or not since all she has to do is simply come in you, she's also puts you on fake birth control so it doesn't raise any suspicion.

• But eventually later when you do get pregnant, you just think the birth control failed since that is an option. She will comfort you and say that it's okay since she will stay and she wants this baby with you. She doesn't mind at all that the birth control ‘failed’..

• Tooth Fairy in the end loves you even if it's in her own sick twisted way..

#sorry that I had to cut this off short-#I'm stupid and accidentally posted it-#reverse 1999 #reverse: 1999 #r1999 #reverse 1999 x reader #reverse: 1999 x reader #r1999 x reader #re1999 #re1999 x reader #tooth fairy reverse 1999 #reverse 1999 tooth fairy #tooth fairy x reader #tooth fairy

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starysky1289 · 3 months

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Toxic!Sorority!Vanessa X Reader. Dior.

A/N: sorry if this isn’t fantastic, been having a lil trouble writing, fics may be coming fewer and farther between, only because I wanna post stuff that’s good and worth reading. But I do hope yall enjoy this.

TW: Toxic relationship, Manipulation, Gaslighting

“ You did what? “

“ I got myself a job at the mall!! I’ll be working at Dior!! I’ll be able to pay off my student loans easier now. “

Vanessa’s icy eyes stared at you. This job was a bit of a last resort, your loans where piling up and you felt that if you didn’t start paying now, you never would. You knew Vanessa was upset, but why would she be? She didn’t have to spend any more money on you, she wouldn’t need to baby you.

“ and you did this. Without telling me. You just decided to go and get a job?? Why don’t you talk to me! “

“ cause I wanted to surprise you Vanessa!! And now, I’ll be more independent, you won’t need to spend money on me anymore. Plus, right now I’m only working Thursdays,Fridays, and Saturdays, so we’ll still have plenty of time to hang out. “

Vanessa’s gaze shortened, as she grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer to her. You where lucky you where on the campus, who knows what she’d do to you if you where at the house.

“ I don’t want you independent. You should be spending your time with me. God knows why I let you live in the dorm. I can’t with you right now y/n. “

Vanessa let go of your wrist and stormed off. You sighed, turning back to your dorm building. She was just protective of you, she didn’t want people near you. You’d be fine, she’ll get used to it soon.

*~*

You wore a simple beige shirt and black cardigan, as well as some simple jeans. It was your first official day on the floor, and you were simply assigned with fixing displays and putting the new bags out on the floor.

You were going through the boxes, pulling out the beautiful leather bags, gently placing them them onto the displays. You heard the click of heel’s against the marble floor, figuring it was just your manager checking on you.

“ well, if it isn’t my princess. Look at you, working. “

You turned around, your heart almost skipping a beat. Vanessa stood before you, wearing a pink checkered coat and black crop top, along with a white skirt. A bit more revealing than what she’d normally wear in public, but she probably had a party after this.

“ Vanessa! It’s great see you! Yes I love this job, it’s so simple and the people are great. I’m really happy I did this “

“ I don’t like how you’re not home. With me. But I suppose I’ll just, get over it. Never-mind that….don’t you just look gorgeous~ “

Vanessa stepped closer, and cupped a hand against your clothed heat. You gasped, trying to push her away.

“ n-no Vanessa. Not h-here! I’m working….”

“ im just making sure she’s alright dear…I haven’t played with you in a while, huh dear? “

“ n-Nessa….”

Vanessa snickered, pulling back and glancing around the store. You turned back to the bags, red hot in the face.

“ I think I’ll just look around, make sure no one messes with you dear. “

“ there’s security, I’ll be fine Vanessa… “

Vanessa only clicked her tounge, before walking off. You sighed, turning back to your work. You knew she’d keep bothering you at work, even if it messed you up her own schedule. You saw your manager walking over and tried to busy yourself again

“ hey, y/n. Everything ok? Saw something happen with that girl. “

“ alls ok, that was my girlfriend. She just came to check up on me, I’m getting back to work right now. “

“ alright,well, just make sure she dosnt keep interrupting you. “

“ yes maam…”

You sighed, looking at the hand bags you’d never be able ti afford by yourself. You didn’t wanna admit it to yourself, but you wanted this job, needed it. You just wanted to be yourself around people, and not the quiet, shy, obedient girl you were for Vanessa. But that’s just how you were, always willing to listen, desperate to please.

*~*

Vanessa would always come and visit almost every day you worked. Be it just passing by or coming in. And everyday something was off. One day some of the wallets where tossed around the display table, another the bags where out of there color coded order, which put your manager is tizzy.

One day, Vanessa came in with half the soroity. Why wouldn’t they, it was the yearly sale, and they all needed a new bag.

“ y/n, baby, why don’t you help me hold all this. And why don’t you choose something you want, for working so hard “

“ V-Vanessa I have to- “

“ Y/N. I told you to be restocking the shoes, there practically flying off the shelf’s. If you can’t- oh! Ms Shelly! I’m so sorry to interrupt your shopping. “

You looked between Vanessa and your manager bewildered.

“ it’s no issue, y/n was just going to help me and the girls shop, I hope you don’t mind “

“ not at all maam! Y/n. Ms Shelly is one of our top buyers, you’ll be best behaved for her and help her and her party with whatever they need. “

You knew better than to argue, and simply nodded, following Vanessa around the store, standing silently besides her as she and the girls shoped throughout the store.

“ your such a good little helper y/n. Here, I’ll get you this, it’s cute, isn’t it “

Vanessa tossed you a little pink wallet, 560 dollar, although on sale it would only be about 450, not like it changed much. A roar of laughter distracted you, you located it coming from the group of girls by dresses.

“ n-ness will you quiet them d-down…there disturbing the peace-“

“ don’t make me get your manager, sweetheart. You’ve been so obedient now, let the girls have fun “

Vanessa kissed you gently, and snickered, pulling you away to the next section. Something about this job made you feel even more worthless than you were before. People where rude to you, and you where taught that putting yourself first in this job was rude and horrible. You’d rather be home with Vanessa, listening to her talk about the latest gossip, and having someone to ramble about your writings, even if she didn’t listen.

You helped carry the bags and shoes to the register, leaving Vanessa to her own for now.

“ baby, real quick. “

You turned around, Vanessa slipped you the wallet and smirked.

“ all payed for, you keep it. I love you baby..thank you for helping me~ “

“ oh, t-thank you nessy. I love you too, I’ll see you tonight. “

You kissed her gently, and turned back to your work, feeling warmer and bubblier than usual.

*~*

“ Y/N!! My office, now! “

You quickly turned from your work, you’d never hear your manager this angry. You made you way over your her, and followed her into the office. You sat in the chair across from her, trying not to seem scared.

“ your fired. “

“ W-what?? No, n-No why?? “

“ why? You’ve stolen from us, and you carry it around with you like it’s nothing! “

You quickly understood what she ment. You pulled out the wallet, staring between it and your manager.

“ no, Vanessa bought this for me! She gave it to me- “

“ now your blaming our top customer? You were the one working that sector! Give me the wallet. And get out! “

Tears swelled around your eyes, you saw it, Vanessa brought it up to the register, than gave it to you. She wouldn’t steal, she’d never.

You pulled your cards and money out of the wallet and handed it to her, before walking out of the office, and out of the store. You were already sobbing before you even got out of the mall, there wasn’t a bus to take you back to the college yet, so you’d have to call Vanessa.

“ what. “

“ V-Vanessa….i-I need you to come pick me up…t-they fired me. “

You sobbed into the phone, Vanessa went on mute for a moment, before comming back.

“ I’m coming baby. I’m so sorry, what happened? What could you have done? “

“ t-they think I stole the wallet…a-and didn’t belive it when I said you got it for me..”

“ my lord. I’ll be there soon baby, I knew this job would be too much for you. We’ll…snuggle…when we get home, ok baby? “

You sniffled, whipping your face and trying your breath. Vanessa was on your side, she belived you. She’d even comfort you when you’d come back. You needed her. She was the only person who could help you cope with this.

“ ok…thank you Vanessa…I love you..”

“ I love you too sweetheart, I’ll see you soon~ “

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sanjisblackasswife · 1 year

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Sanji Gets Rejected (ANGST/FLUFF)

Black Fem Reader in Mind

WC: 2k

CW: Angst, Rejection, Kissing, Fluff at the End

There he is, doing it again;

“You’re so beautiful, Maam!”

Another random woman he tried to woo on another random island, this one didn’t just push off Sanji this time though, she toyed with him. You guys were docked for a few days to recoup, restock, and relax a bit after escaping another long fight with some marines.

You all went your separate ways, and in that you kept watch of Sanji. It wasn’t intentional but you managed to always bump into him and the woman almost Everytime you stopped somewhere.

“Y/N-SAAAANNNN MEET —“

“Abby.”

She was a beautiful taller woman, she had a very disgusting attitude though, you’ve seen her around a few times and you could tell she used her looks to get what she wanted from men and she most definitely did it with Sanji. You tried warning him about her hopefully she wasn’t working someone that could be hunting you all down but he of course, didn’t listen.

"Sanji we should head back to the Merry soon--"

"BUT Y/NNNN" His voice a pitch higher as he twirled around the woman, looking as unimpressed as ever at the poor boy, "CAN I JUST STAY A FEW MORE HOURS WITH THE LOVELY ABBY--"

"Actually, you guys own A boat right?” Abby walked closer towards you, you stood back a little with a crooked face at her invasion of interest, but before you could decline her Sanji insisted she come for dinner.

“Ji, I—“

“Well of course I’d love to come see what you people—“

“You people?” You Tilt your head at her holding your hip, the hell she mean by that?.

“Yes. How you people live. I never Seen a pirate ship up close and personal. You’d show me. Right Sanji?”

He melted into her hot touch like ice when she caressed his cheek. You groan rolling your eyes at how naive Sanji could be.

The day goes by and you really could not wait until Abby left. She was rude, demanding, arrogant, and nobody even liked her.

She insulted you, Nami, and Robin,

Taunted Chopper and Usopp

Flirted with Zoro behind Sanji’s back

And even mocked Luffy.

But Sanji didn’t even seem to notice because she had him wrapped around her stupid finger.

“When is she leaving?” Nami grumbled in your ear, you both watched Abby and Sanji in the kitchen. He tried showing her some new moves he learned to hold multiple plates at once, but she couldn’t care less.

You on the other hand loved when he did that.

It was finally time for dinner and it was somewhat awkward considering Everytime someone spoke Abby had something to say.

“Oh, Robin I got that tea you liked.” You causally said to her and she smiled back at you across the table.

“Thank—“

“You know I never pegged you pirates to have a level of class about you all….interesting. Especially you—um…uh…”

“That’s y/n-san, my love!” Sanji spoke and came over to take her plate to clean. “She’s one of the classiest women I’ve met!”

“….could have fooled me with that outfit.”

You almost spoke out of turn until you felt Zoro’s hand on your shoulder and he shook his head at you.” She isn’t worth it” he mouthed to you.

After dinner everybody was on the deck doing their own thing, and you and Zoro were trash talking Abby of course.

You more than him though.

“And she had the fucking nerve to say—“

“Why don’t you just tell the damn love cook the truth.”

“What? You don’t think I have? The stupid bitch—“

“Not that…you telling Sanji how much you liked him.”

You felt your soul drop to your feet. Zoro didn’t have a care in the world when he said that, all he did was take a sip of his sake and stared at you, scoffing.

“It’s pretty evident you like the pervert. Why? I don’t know….I’m better looking anyways..”

“What?”

“Nothing. Just—-Stop making it so damn obvious you liked if if you don’t have the guts to tell him. We are leaving the day after tomorrow so after this we never have to see her again—“

“NO!?”

Everybody turned to the commotion in the middle of the ship. It was of course Abby and Sanji , and Abby making a big deal over something.

“No way I won’t join? “ Abby huffed at Sanji’s request. “The pirate life isn’t for me. I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

“…oh…well…I leave in 2 days so…maybe before you leave you can…um…send me off right?”

Abby chuckled at him cupping his cheek, seeing the blood trickle from his nose and his eyes popping out of his face, “y-you’re so beautiful, Abby!”

“Mmhm…so you want me to send you off right?…like…a kiss?”

Sanji nearly exploded, but tried to keep his composure, “y-y-yes! I mean—if you would grant me the blessing perhaps?”

Hearing this conversation was absurd. You didn’t even realize your face was shaped in the look of disgust causing Zoro to snicker at you, “If she bothers you that much then just say something.”

“Say what jackass, ‘hey Sanji don’t kiss her because I want you.’”

“So you do want the love cook—“

“IRRELEVANT!”

You both stopped your bickering to see more of Sanji’s antics, moreso him acting like a complete love struck idiot handing her some roses and a drink,

“Here you go, my love! I got you these from that garden we walked past! And then! And then I made you your favorite! Remember? At the restaurant—“

“Yes. Sanji. I remember….you really are like a little lap dog…” Abby pat his head and once again…more swooning

“I’D BE YOUR LOYAL DOG OF COURSE!” He sung with his heart eyes almost bursting out his head

“And I guess a doggy gets a treat huh.”

You almost didn’t want to stare but you just couldn’t look away. Abby leaned into Sanji and he blushed, eyes closed so prepared for a kiss until.

“Oops.”

You could hear everybody gasping. It was always as if time was still,

“Wha—“

Abby poured the cold drink over Sanji’s head, running not only his hair, but his expensive suit. Right after she throws the flowers in his face to shoulder bump him,

“Nothing personal, but it’s foolish of you to think I’d actually give you; a poor pirate a time of day…I’m actually a little insulted by it.”

Everybody stared in shock, even Zoro seeing her leave off of the Going Merry.

“HEY! WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM YOU CAN’T DO THAT TO MY FRIEND—!”

Luffy went to go run at her, but Zoro and Nami ran and held him back because they both knew Luffy would have easily done another Vivi moment for how rude she has been all evening.

You however walked over to Sanji, arms out and head down, broken glass and petals by his feet.

You felt rage enough rage in your body to just lash out of that stupid stank, but your main priority was Sanji right now.

“San—-“

Your hand touched his drenched shoulder, he didn’t say many words he just took off his jacket and bent down,

“Watch out, Y/N…you may step on some glass.” He looked up at you, eyes just glossing in tears, with a fake smile, “We don’t want you to have another accident again right?”

Your heart was shattered for him watch him fake a smile while on the ground, you couldn’t help but to take his arm and walk him to the bathroom to get him cleaned off as everybody tried calming Luffy down.

You say him on the toilet and took off any remaining flowers and branches in his hair, his skin was sticky from the drink and so you wiped his face with a towel.

“You don’t—-“

“No.” You protested, cleaning him off, “Let me do this.”

Sanji didn’t resist, he sat quietly for a moment. You wished you knew what he was thinking right now so you’d find the right words to say.

“She…she didn’t mean it..”

You paused for a moment. Of course he’d say that. Sighing you decided not to talk back and let him continue to defend her unforgivable actions.

“I was coming on to strong. Maybe if I didn’t —“

“Please stop. Sanji. Please?”

….

“It’s not your fault, Ji..” you combed your fingers through his hair to take out anything else that could have been in it. “I understand why you’d want to excuse her actions but it wasn’t your fault it was hers. She doesn’t deserve a guy like you. You have a kind heart Sanji. Just…sometimes it can be blinded by …women. And I know…you told me how you were raised. Which is why I will never be angry at you for that. I just wish you’d be more..aware of the red flags some women can be. I’m sorry this happened, don’t be embarrassed okay? It—-Sanji.”

You picked up his chin and saw his lip quiver and his eyes teary, dammit you hate when he cries. You squat in front of him and wipes his tears, “It’s okay…it’s—“

“I thought she was going to be my first kiss.”

You blink at him, and he immediately looks away in shame, “no! No! Don’t be embarrassed! Please, Sanji—It’s okay to not have a first kiss! Look at me…”

He does, your thumb on his short stubble and traveling to the corner of his eye. He looked so much like a child you wanted to just scoop him up and hug him all day . “It’s okay to not have your first kiss yet…but when you have it….it should be with someone special y’know?..not some stupid no ass bitch that’s trynna use you.”

Finally, Sanji breaks out into a chuckle, you missed his smile already, it was a pretty sweet silence between you both until you kept staring into his pretty blue-grey eyes, and his in yours. It wasn’t long until your smiles faded and you leaned into him to kiss him softly, immediately feeling his cheeks heating, but you quickly pulled back.

“I’m…I’m so sorry.” You stand up straight touching your lips. “I’m sorry that—that was so wrong of me I—“

Sanji stands to Cup your cheek and kiss you back, he’s a bit shaky and his hands are sticky and clammy but you hold onto his before looking back at him sighing in relief and touch his forehead with yours.

“You didn’t have to kiss me…”

“But I wanted to…for a long time actually.”

Sanji was actually in shock, he stared at you wide eyed, but before he had a blood fest you walked over to turn on the shower for him.

“How ‘bout we um…finish this when you get out of the shower huh?”

“…Ah! Um..yes! Yes of course! I’ll be right out!…thank you, my love.”

You smile at him before leaving, as he showers you await in the kitchen with everybody else and explain to not EVER mention what happened again to him.

“Why? Or did you fuck him to make him fee—OW!”

You smile and wink at Nami for hitting the idiot swordsman in the head and his stupid comment.

Once Sanji comes back he is actually in a better mood, he looks lighter and happier, but he just couldn’t keep his eyes off you.

The whole time he bathed he kept touching his lips thinking of you. Abby was far off of his mind and you were now in the forefront .

Late that night Sanji finished dinner and dessert for everybody but asks for you to stay in the kitchen with him. You felt a bit nervous, but that wasn’t until he sat beside you and hugs you tightly.

“I never got to thank you properly.” He says in your ear with a small peck, “You’re too kind….I’m glad you were my first.”

That night you both stayed up not just kissing, but talking too, he still swooned a bit whenever you reached to kiss him on the corner of his lips but the whole night went so smoothly, you never saw such a relaxed side to him. And you loved it.

Little did you know the impact you made for such a small gesture to the little love cook.

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