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Headcanons

🌊 Yandere Annabeth Chase w/Shy Sister!Reader Headcanons (Platonic)

🌊 Yandere Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase w/Daughter of Aphrodite Headcanons (Poly!Romantic)

🌊 Yandere Jason Grace Headcanons (General)

🌊 Yandere Percy Jackson Headcanons (General)

🌊 Yandere Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase Headcanons (Poly!Romantic)

🌊 Yandere Annabeth Chase Headcanons (General)

Imagines

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Drabbles

🌊 Protective Brother | Yan Platonic!Percy Jackson

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Love Letters

🌊 Yandere Percy Jackson

🌊 Yandere Percy Jackson (Romantic)

🌊 Yandere Percy Jackson | Prompts 3, 4, 12, 26

🌊 Yandere Annabeth Chase (Romantic)

CW BLOOD AND INJURY‼️

I’ve got you, just keep your eyes on me…

Coriolanus Snow ± the fate of those who loved him

The holidays can be stressful

One Piece Men Dealing with a Dangerously Reckless S/O

context: by dangerously reckless I mean someone who never has a second thought about throwing themselves in harms way and doesn't care what it does to them

t/w: passive suicidality, self harm? (better safe than sorry) angst. Mentions of blood, injury, and death

LAW

It'd probably lead to a big argument where he threatens to kick you off his crew because losing you would legitimately be the death of him. He can't lose anymore people he loves to violence. When Bepo tells Law you didn't even hesitate to plunge into a thicket of razor wire to help your crew mates escape, it doesn't read as admirable to him. It reminds him too much of himself on Spider Miles. After he gets your side of the story, which pretty much confirms it, he doesn't talk to you at all while he cleans the mud and blood from your skin and stitches the slashes that cover you from head to toe. Normally, even if you've fallen asleep, he talks you through your treatment, but not after your stunts. He's that...scared? Angry? Distraught might be the right word. Every time you do something like this, he's speechless because his thoughts are racing with the reality of losing you. He feels sick to his stomach. On nights like these, he doesn't know whether to sleep far away from you or hold you so close to him you can't breathe.

LUFFY

At first, Luffy doesn't care. He has the utmost faith in his crew, and they put themselves in harms way all the time! Getting injured is just being a pirate sometimes! That's pre-timeskip. Post-timeskip Luffy still has a lot of faith in his crew and a lot of faith in his ability to protect his crew, but he's...different. He believes things are always going to work out no matter what and if they don't he'll make them, but sometimes he wakes up in the middle of night and stares at you, tracing all the scars you've gotten from one fight or another. And then the what-ifs begin to creep in and the nightmares start. After literally diving into a sea king to retrieve Nami's log pose and Chopper has patched you up yet again, you wake up to Luffy calling out for you in his sleep, sweat dampening his hair and his face twisted in fear. You soothe and shush him until his breathing evens out, but he holds you tighter still. It's not in his nature to "bench you" or doubt your strength just because he's in love with you. That would be controlling and doubting you, and he would never do that. But that doesn't mean Zoro and Sanji don't take notice, even if Luffy won't say anything they make it extremely hard for you to pull off any careless "heroics."

ZORO

Much like Luffy, Zoro doesn't think much of it for a while for the same reason. This is the guy that was completely ready to cut his own legs off, after all. But that doesn't mean it doesn't concern him, especially because you don't seem to have a rhyme or reason for all the shit you pull. And he would say something to you about it. Maybe not directly after you jumped straight into Marine gunfire to cover a little girl, he just wants you to be alive at that point. But after days of taking care of you as your wounds slowly heal, after he's certain you're not going anywhere this time, he'd make sure the two of you are somewhere alone and quiet to talk. As far as Zoro's concerned not going down without a fight is completely fine, dying for your dream isn't considered giving it up, but acting like it isn't a possibility is stupid. And he'd tell you as much. For most of this he wouldn't be able to look at you, just because if he does fear is going to take hold of him, but for that last bit he would. Zoro would search your eyes hoping you understand what he's saying. He'll tie you to the ship if he has to, he'd do anything if it saves you from being so stupid as to forfeit your dreams.

SABO

Dying for the cause is par for the course. It's a grim reality that Sabo begrudgingly accepts, although he does have a bit of youthful naivety that it won't ever happen to anyone. He won't ever believe the revolution isn't worth it, but you do make him question it for the first time. He loves you so much he has to compare you to the whole world for a moment, and that's one of the worst thoughts he's ever had. Because the whole world still wins. The guilt would eat him alive until he blows up (somewhat literally) at you for drinking the last of a rare poison to keep it out of the enemy's hands. Angry tears roll down Sabo's cheeks. When he yells at you, he's shaking with anger and fear. It's not up to him, but he doesn't object when you're completely benched while you recover and for a little longer after that. It takes a while for him to no longer angry and scared out of his mind, but once he is he's back to himself. If can visit you every day he will. He has hope for the world's future, and hope for yours too. He's not leaving either behind.

mommy natasha relentlessly fucking your little pussy😊

Dr. Romanoff

Gynaecologist Natasha Romanoff × Fem! Reader

Warnings: Dark! Natasha, G!p Natasha, dub-con, fingering, speculum, breeding kink, crying kink, degradation ans praise kink, dub-con, mean and nice Natasha, restraints, doctor kink, mommy kink, possessive Natasha,

A/n: NO PLOT JUST SMUT, not proofread, so sorry if there's any mistakes. Enjoy<3

"Open your legs, baby, let me examine your princess parts." Her voice hypnotised you with its husky tone. Natasha leans in, her deep green eyes pricing into your soul. Dr. Romanoff was your favourite doctor. she always made you feel so good. You slowly open legs your to reveal your sensitive, wet pussy, you put your feet into the side slots. As you comply, Natasha's eyes wander over your exposed pussy, glistening with your arousal. Your labia is swollen and plump, just begging to be touched. Natasha's gaze lingers on your exposed cunt. Her fingers slide gently through your folds, spreading your moisture around, causing a shiver to run down your spine and a little moan to tumble from your lips. She admires the pink of your sex wanting to destroy your cute pussy.

"Mmm, you're quite the dirty girl, aren't you?" Natasha purrs as she circles your clitoris eliciting a moan from deep within you. "You like that, don't you?" You nodded. "You're always so wet and eager for me" Her fingers massaging your clit with expert precision. "Yes, mommy, for you only"

Natasha slowly inserts the tip of her glove covered finger into your dripping pussy. After gauging your response, she begins to slowly circle her finger inside, massaging your walls and collecting more of your wetness. Her finger continues to circle inside of you, pumping in and out, filling you up. "You're very tight. Doll have been using the toys I gave you?" You shaked your head no. "No, I'm sorry, Mommy! I tried, but it's too scary. I want you not silicone and plastic."

"Well, let's see if we can't loosen you up a bit," Natasha murmurs, adding a second finger to the mix. her fingers finding just the right rhythm inside you. Natasha brings her over hand to your clit and added pressure on the swollen thing as she continues to stretch you with her fingers.

"You're such a slut for your doctor... maybe I should make you my personal fucktoy, hm?" You eyes rolled to the back of your head as increases the force of her thrusting, her fingers curling deeper inside you as she hits your sweet spot over and over, making you moan and quiver beneath her touch. "Gonna cum mommy." You moaned out. "You can cum baby drench mommy's fingers." Natasha groans, her fingers digging deeper into your flesh as your muscles tighten around them, you screamed with pleasure. "Ahh, there you go," Natasha purrs, her fingers continuing to probe and stimulate your sensitive g-spot as you cum. "That's a good girl." She helped you ride out your high, pulling her fingers out from your greedy cunt that pulled her in. Natasha watches as your juices drip from her fingers, a wicked grin spreading across her features. "You filthy, little whore" she murmurs.

She licks her fingers clean, her tongue swirling around the remnants of your orgasm. Her eyes never leave yours, filled with a mix of satisfaction and arrogant dominance. She shuffles closer to you on her rollie chair and wraps her muscular arms around your plush thighs and pulls you down on the exam table drawing your pussy closer to her face. You whimper, knowing what was going to happen next. She placed a soft kiss onto your inner thigh. "Mommy, please, I'm sensitive." Natasha chuckles darkly at your plea, the sound vibrating against your swollen nub. She didn't care. She dove right in. Feeling the warm, wet tongue against your sensitive folds, Natasha continues her assault on your sensitive flesh. Her tongue delves deeper, seeking out every last drop of your arousal while her other hand returns to play with your clit. Natasha's fingers dig into your thighs, holding you in place as she continues her onslaught. Her tongue laps up every last drop of your sweet juices. Your fingers dig into the table, legs aggressively shaking. You chest heaved, face screwed shut at the immense pleasure. As you climax, Natasha doesn't relent, continuing to torment your sensitive nerves until you're forced to cum hard. She catches the essence of your orgasm on her tongue, savouring the taste of power and control, licking up the sweet nectar like a hungry animal.

She pulled away. your slick smothered all over her face. She stood up and leaned down in between your legs. Her breath fanning across your face. "Clean up your mess." You began to lick your doctors face. Natasha's lips part slightly at the corners, a soft moan escaping from her throat as you clean her face with your warm, wet tongue. She watches you with lust-filled eyes, her body trembling slightly as she tries to keep herself under control. You were the perfect little thing, the perfect object for pleasure. "Now your abit loosened up and I've already felt for anything in your little cunt," she kissed your forehead. "Let me get the speculum."

She saw the fear flash in your pure eyes. You hated the speculum. It was big and was uncomfortable. It's the whole reason Natasha tried loosening you up every appointment to a point where you could take it comfortably, so it wouldn't hurt you. "Mommy, no, please." You begged. She interlocked her fingers with yours and kissed your lips gently.

"Please, for me, don't you love me? Plus, if you can't take the speculum, you definitely wouldn't be able to take my dick, be a good girl."

Hesitation flashed through your eyes. But it was for her, and you wanted to make her proud. "Fine. But only for you, Mommy." You said. She smiled and kissed your plump, sweet lips again.

"That's a good girl." She whisped into your ear.

"This might be a bit cold," she warned, gently spreading your labia apart with one hand before slowly inserting the speculum. "Breathe through it," she instructed softly, watching your reactions closely. "And tell me if it hurts." As Natasha gently inserts the speculum into your soaked pussy, her fingers curling around the entrance to stretch your opening wider before sliding the device inside. Her other hand rests on your stomach, feeling the movements of your insides through your skin. Natasha watched as the speculum slid effortlessly into your pussy, revealing a deep, quivering hole that begged for her touch. She grinned with renewed excitement, knowing that this was just the beginning of what she could do to you.

It hurt a bit. A few tears sprung up in your eyes neck, and apart from that, it was okayish just very uncomfortable. Natasha stroked your stomach. "Good girl, taking it so well for Mommy."

After checking your pussy Natasha's slowly pulled the steel instrument out, now covered in your sweet honey. She saw how you pussy slightly gaped at the disappearance. Your hole begged to be filled. Some snapped inside her, and she placed the speculum down on the table next to you guys and started strapping your legs down to the table. "What? Fuck Natasha? What the hell are you do - " You were cut off by a harsh slap to the face, a whimpered fell from your lips as salty tears immediately fell. "Don't question me, and you know i don't like you swearing." She said in a harsh tone.

"Today's the day you take my cock like the slut I know you are."

Your eyes widened in fear. Desperately, you tried to wriggle away, but you were helpless.

"Natasha, no!" You cried out. You were so vulnerable towards the redhead. She slapped your inner thigh hard.

"What's my name." Natasha stared at you deeply. It felt like her gaze was eating you up. You knew had messed up.

"M-mommy." You stuttered out trying to save yourself before it was too late.

"That's a good girl, no more whining, or I'll make it worse." Two of her fingers came down to graze your asshole, rubbing the tight ring of muscle, hinting at the terrors she would do to your unused ass.

You nodded, submitting. There was a point of fighting the successful women she was way too powerful. You look down at her member. It stood tall and proud, the grith was deadly, and the size was just all too much.

"I don't think I can take that."

"You can, and you will." She responded.

Her hands went down to hold your hips in a strong grip. Natasha's eyes never left yours as she began to push forward, slowly introducing her cock into your tight, unyielding hole. The sensation was both exhilarating and degrading, causing a mix of pleasure and humiliation to wash over you. With one powerful thrust, Natasha pushed the rest of her length into your soaking heat. The thick, veiny shaft filled you up completely, stretching you to your limits. She groaned deeply, relishing the feeling of being so deep inside you. You immediately screamed in pain mixed with pleasure, tears returning.

"That's it, baby. Let it out," Natasha encouraged, her fingers curling into your soft skin as she began to move inside you. Her thrusts were slow and deliberate, each one pushing deeper into your untouched depths. Your body shook.

"Too much?" Natasha teased, her eyes glinting with amusement. You nodded frantically. With a low moan, Natasha picked up the pace even more, her hips slamming against yours in a primal dance. She leaned in close, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered, "You're so fucking beautiful."

You attempted to escape, but the restraints were too strong. Her cock continued to pound into you, each thrust hitting a little deeper and a little harder. She was relentlessly you sobbed underneath ner. She leaned in even closer, her breath hot against your ear as she whispered, "There's nowhere to run, baby. You're mine now."

"H-hurts." Your voice came small. "Good," Natasha purred, her voice vibrating against your skin. She liked it when you'd squirm like that. It makes me feel powerful. She reached down between your legs, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of thighs, causing your hips to buckle.

"There's my good girl," Natasha cooed, her hips thrusting harder into you. "You like that? Want more?"

You shaked your head no.

"Mommy, please."

She didn't listen. She continued her abuse. "You're mine," Natasha groaned, her body shuddering with pleasure. "Say it!" She ordered, her voice thick with lust. As your walls stretched to accommodate her large cock inside your velvety walls pleasure quickly took over.

"Y-yours." You moaned out.

"That's right," she hissed, her teeth nipping at your neck. "Tell me how much you love it."

"So much." Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Tears of pleasure filled your eyes, rolling down your flustered cheeks.

"Aww, is it that good? You have to cry, baby? Yeah, cry like a the dirty bitch you are." Your crying only added to Natashas lust, your tears of pleasure sent her wild.

Your eyes rolled to the back of the head in pleasure, your moan echoing throughout the empty clinic.

"Such a dirty flesh light." She spit on your face, her slavia rolling down your cheek.

The degradation from her only fueled you more, your walls tightening ever tighter around her. "Oh fuck," Natasha moaned. "So fucking tight." She ground her hips against you.

As she fucked you, you became a mindless whore the only thing giving you life was her. Her cock using you hole as a pice of meat, pounding into you for such a long time. You drooled, mind not responsive nor there, all you could do was moan and quiver beneath the intoxicating. woman. The way your pussy felt was amazing Natasha couldn't last for as long as he usually could.

"Yes!" Natasha screamed, her orgasm washing over her. "I want to breed you," she panted, her heart racing. "I want to claim you completely."

You were too dumb down to respond.Natasha moaned as she held herself deep inside you, feeling the walls of your womb clenching around her. Your orgasm came crashing over you like a tidal wave, you screamed with pleasure, shaking uncontrollably. "Yes!" Natasha moaned her orgasm washing over her. "I want to breed you," she panted, her heart racing. "I want to claim you completely." As the last few drops of Natasha's seed filled you up, she let out a long, satisfied moan. "Perfect," she whispered, her eyes still locked on yours. "You're the perfect breeding bitch."

As your juices mixed with her own, Natasha felt herself reaching another climax. "Oh fuck," she moaned, "I'm cumming again." She pushed deeper into you, feeling her seed pouring into the depths of your womb once more.

With a soft groan, Natasha pulled out of you, her eyes still filled with lust and possession. She leaned down, kissing your neck gently. "Such a dirty little secret," she whispered, her breath hot against your skin. "But I love every bit of it."

She peppered kisses all of your face, you were barely conscious, your orgasm hitting you so hard it weared you out.

"Good girl." She met your drowsy eyes, and before they closed into a peaceful slumber, her voice rung through your eyes, almost pushing you faster.

"Mine."