My Sweet Piano

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Now, actually, about me!! You guys can call me Sweetpiano, Piano, or literally whatever u want!! I am Bisexual, I have a dog i love very much, and i smoke a lot of weed, so sometimes my ideas come when I'm high and my actual writing is a bit flawed lolll, bare with me.

Former Royal Army General Simon Riley, he was brutish and rude, cold, calculated, but the best soldier. He could deal with her bratty attitude and the assassins trying to kidnap her at every moment. So it was set. He was assigned to her until the danger was gone.

The danger being the fact that Simon posed fake threats so he can get you in his clutches and wisk you away from your parents stronghold to marry you in secret.

So confession!! I’ve been stalking your blog for a bit now and I’m obsessed, I took a look at your character list and saw you still write for the Mikaelsons (my favourite thing on planet earth so expect to be hearing from me frequently) I FEEL LIKE NO ONE WRITES FOR THEM ANYMORE!!!!

Anyways on to the request idea! I was thinking established relationship with mean/dark!Elijah x human/sub!reader and like it had hella behaviour correction, mind corruption (reader genuinely just wants to please him no matter what) that ends in punishment? and probably like whatever kinks you and think up?

Feel free to ignore if this isn’t your jazz or the creative juices aren’t flowing yk?

With love,

Anon 💌

(If you do emoji anons I’d love to have that one if you don’t mind)

Hiii!! Im absolutely interested in this request but im not sure how long it will take so I will link it to this post.

Yes you absolutely can be 💌 anon!! Never had an emoji anon but im happy to start!

I also got another ask that ill probably end up doing together with this one.

The bratty nurse who always has it out for him. "Come get an x-ray simon" "we need to check out that foot simon" "you need to be checked out simon". Shes naggy and annoying and cares too much. She talks back to him, and clearly doesnt get the hint.

One day in passing, however, she gave a couple goldfish to Riley, and he's loved her evsr since. Seeks her out when he's not on duty and even pulls Simon directly to her when he needs medical care. One time he found Riley curled up by her feet while she was typing away and had been passed out from an explosion. He hates it.

Nobody else seems to get the hint though, cause Johnny came up to Simon at lunch and said "I'm pretty sure your girlfriends training Riley to give her hugs."

Tw fauxcest, nothing much mentioned in this one but its apart of the universe, mentions kf drugs, strip club, mention of alcohol, allusions to trafficking/sa/unsafe working environment in strip club

Tags: @ellaloveslace @jellyfish143

Drabble series

Dolly moved from New York to Manchester to escape her drug dealer boyfriend. You didn't really need to 'escape' him, but the life was bad, and the two of you were going to get caught sooner or later, so you started hiding money and eventually ran away.

You met Price at an extremely sketchy strip club. It was the only one in the area, he needed to blow of steam, he realized immediately that no woman in that building was safe. He'd call some connections to shut it down tommorow, that night he had his eyes set on you.

You were a waitress, which at this club specifically meant eye candy that served the patrons. Dressed in a light pink dresswith a little ruffly skirt that barely covered anything, silver bedazzled pleasers, and a nametag that read 'dolly'. You coulnt have been older than twenty.

He felt sick inside at his instant attraction for you, knowing it wasnt some bullshit love at first sight. He found you sexy, and he was exactly what every other man in here was to you right now.

Thank god you thought he was different. He sat purposefully in your section, ordering a drink and watching the performers respectfully, tipping far more than necessary. When you came around to check if he needed another drink, or wanted to order a private with any if the girls, he asked if you knew any places to get a haircut around the city. It was a stupid, desperate attempt to get her you to talk to him, and it worked, even though you definitely saw through him.

You gave him your number on a napkin with his tab, and he messaged you when he got home. You answered immediately, and the conversation just never stopped.

You were bubbly and snippy and fun. Too pure at heart to be burdened with the pressures of the world. He could tell within days of talking to you life had been too hard, he wanted to make the rest a lot easier.

When your job got closed down a week later, he wasnt too hasty to tell you he thought you were too young to be working, and deserved the soft life. He only brought up the idea of moving in two months later when you finally started worrying about money.

Can this girly ask for Fox!reader x Wolf!ghost?

Or maybe Fox!reader x Bear!price???

I love your writing so much, I'd be really happy if you wrote my request :}

Aaaabbbssssooolllutely, so sorry for not posting this sooner I loved the idea but needed to figure out how to flesh out my idea😭

Kinda gross with animal blood, hunting, canon typical for those topics, price loves a dirty spitfire, john is obsessed with being wanted, xreader

Tl: @doeeyedfreakk

Did you know red foxes scavange around left over food from larger predators, such as brown bears?

Price could smell her for weeks. It wasnt too heavy, she was clearly trying to hide her scent, but it still permeated his property. At first, he was on guard.

Why was some random fox trailing around his woods? The scent never came up to the house though. It was only when he went to collect bones off a deer he had hunted, days ago, that he learned what she was doing.

He found her, scavenging through the remains he had left. She was covered in blood, cheeks and fingers stained with the remains of the carcass.

He watched from afar as you ate and collected a small amount of fur, and a few bones. He stepped on a branch and it broke, causing a loud rift through the silence, and the small fox to scurry away. John cursed himself.

Now he wanted to know more about this little fox who had been benefiting off his own hunts. He wasnt angry per say, it was pretty natural for Foxes to be scavengers, but why was she staying in his forest? A place where nearly every tree has been scented heavily.

He started following her around, and eventually he followed her scent to a burrow under a tree stump. It was small enough to only house her in her fox form, and he wondered briefly if she only shifted to scavange and have a better way of holding onto what she took.

Inside the burrow he found bones, and a pile of berries. The most interesting of finds, was his own, tattered sweatshirt. It must've been left in the woods after a quick shift. Seeing it curled up in the corner, clearly where she slept, awoke something in him.

Immediately he wanted her. She had stayed here, not despite his scent, but because of it.

He took the sweater he was wearing off and scented it, rubbing it all over his neck, before placing in gently in the burrow.

He couldnt like when he said his scent wasnt appealing to most people. It was clouded in cigar smoke, and he smelt like an aged whiskey with hints of vanilla and leather underneath. His scent being wanted was invigorating, he couldn't help himself.

He stayed close while he waited for her inevitable return. He watched close, like a hunter when the small fox hopped through the branches and leaves, looking around carefully before entering her burrow. He could smell her fear, probably at noticing that someone had been here, and he felt discouraged.

Maybe she didn't like his scent. Maybe she just liked the security of his forest. That thought faded as the smell of calmness ran through the air. She did like it. The fox curled into the new sweater, making a nice bed out of the new material, and seemingly falling asleep.

Seeing this lit a fire under his ass, he needed her curled like that in his bed, not his forest.

After two more days, he left another piece of clothing back in the woods, then, two days later, another. When he went to check her burrow a week after he had last been there, she had collected the two sweaters, a t-shirt, and a wife beater, making a nice soft nest beside her pile of berries and bone. He actually noticed some of the furs she was using to lay on had been pushed to the side.

Seeing this, he knew he couldn't wait any longer. She was clearly attracted to his scent, clearly she needed to be provided for, and he needed to be the one to do that. That day, he stayed in the woods until she came back. Silent as a mouse he watched her scurry into her burrow, and then do the oddest thing.

She transformed. In her human form, a fluffy tail still covering much of his sight, she nestled herself into the bed of his clothes she had made. He started stalking forward. When he was within a meter of her burrow, yet still hidden, he made rustled a tree branch purposefully.

He watched her ears perk up immediately as she went on guard. Before she could even sit up to investigate, he was infront of the entrance to her burrow. She shrieked and bared her teeth at him, but before she could make any sort of move, she recignized the scent.

His hands were raised in surrender, showing her that he was harmless to her. She stared wide eyed at him, and if he knew the situation wasn't to serious, he would've laughed; she looked more like a deer in headlights than a fox.

"Who are you?"

"Come back over to my cabin and we can talk. I promise I mean no harm to you" she looked at him warily. "Its a yard east and I have beef stew on the stove." He bargained. When she didnt budge he sighed. "Look, you're in my forest. If I wanted you dead you'd be dead, I dont need to play tricks by luring you back to my home and getting it messy." She didnt let her guard down, but relented, and stepped forward. Without saying anything he knew she wanted him to lead the way.

He looked behind him every couple steps to make sure she was still there, and when he opened the door to his home, he let her in first. He directed her to sit at the table while he took his shoes off, stirred the pot, and left the room for a second. It was to text Simon to come scent around his property.

When he came back, she wa looking around his kitchen. Her eyes snapped to him as he entered the room, and he put his hands up as her ears pinned back. "Come wash your hands, then we can eat." He walked to the sink and washed his own hands first. Apprehensively, she stood up, watching him the whole time, and washed her hands.

He gestured for her to sit back down, and grabbed two glass bowls, filling them with the hearty beef stew. When he got to the table, he asked her if she wnated any pepper. She looked at him a bit apprehensively until he sprinkled some on his, then she took the shaker and added some on her own.

John didn't say anything for a couple minutes, just observed as they ate silently. She waited for him to take thr first couple bites, then she followed suite. She didnt eat the onion, but she seemed to really enjoy the food otherwise.

"You stay in my forest." It wasnt a question. He didn't sound like he was angry either.

"Yeah." Her voice was a mutter, she took a couple more spoonfuls of the stew. "I needed somewhere safe. No predators around here." She looked up. "Except you."

"You knew I was here. Why did you stay?" He knew he wouldn't hear what he wanted to hear, but he stilled probed.

"You dont come around the forest during night much."

"Plenty of other wooded area around here."

"I can leave. If that's what you want? Im sorry for disturbing you. Thank-you for the-" he held a hand up as she started to stand, and she instantly sat back down. If the moment wasn't so tense, he would've smirked.

"Im actually offering you stay here. Its a big house. No one else is here. Warmer than the woods." Her eyes bugged and she let out the quietest whimper of confusion. "Atleast stay the night. I have an extra bedroom, think about it."

She bit her cheek, looking the bear up and down. She trusted him, strangely, he smelt good, and safe, but she was extremely wary.

"You already sleep in my backyard. Theres nothing I can do here I cant do while your hidden in your little burrow." Snuggled into my clothes, he wanted to add.

Dolly!Reader

mcbling, glitter, cc lash clusters, sparkly lip gloss, old barbie movies, bratz dolls, stella from winx club, mean girls, lipsmackers and babyLips, essence princess lash, hair tinsle, cigarettes, digital cameras, the beach, juicy couture, baby phat, victoria secret, joints, gwen stefani, zara larrason, fergie, sabrina carpenter, ayesha erotica, ballet, vanilla cake, strawberry icecream, makeup, hair rollers, pinky pie, pilates

Tw: fauxcest, poly141, daddy John, Uncle Simon, Big brothers Kyle and Johnny, early in relationship, use of 'kid', intox kink if you squint, use of marijuana via bong, mentions of beer, cockwarming (almost casually?),

Apart of this drabble series

Weekends at Uncle Simons house were fun. He ordered in, always remembered desert, let you smoke, and always took the best care of you.

Dolly didnt like being alone. You got nervous and became a much more scared version of yourself when you were in your home alone. You thrived on being around people, so John never left you alone.

One weekend he had to go on a trip to meet another captain. It would take three days and he had never left you alone that long, so he asked Simon if he'd be okay having you over for the weekend.

Of course he said yes, he loved his little niece, and she had never been over to his home. On the Friday John was to leave he helped bring her bags in the house while John gave her kisses goodbye.

"I promise ill be back soon, and Uncle Si will take good care of you, yeah?" And you'd nod with a pout. You knew logically he'd be back but you'd miss him so much! When you finally followed Simon into his home, only after leaving the sloppiest kiss on your Daddy's lips, he took your hand and rubbed it, slowly guiding you around.

He showed you around the kitchen, showing you where plates and spoons were, then he showed you to the bathrooms, and then his bedroom, and the guest one where he had put your things. "You dont need to sleep in here kid. Can sleep in my room with me if you want" he clarified when he saw you frown a little.

It was only around three pm, so Simon said he was going to watch tv, and you were free to do whatever. He put the television on, but didnt pay attention. He watched you look around his home from his peripherals, glancing at him once in awhile, as if you were trying not to be caught. You looked through his records, then his books, then you finally saw a bong on the top of the bookshelf.

"You smoke? Daddy never likes when I do, but thats just because he only ever smoked the nasty shit from the 90's and thinks its the same." You'd ramble absentmindedly, making your way to sit in the couch. You draped yourself over his lap looking up at the blonde man. "God youre so handsome uncle Simon." He smirked

"You're not too bad yourself kid. What do you say i let you smoke tonight? After dinner?" You smiled brightly as he played with your hair and nodded. Then you looked over to the tv a little sadly. "You miss your daddy?" He questioned softly.

"Mhm. I know its barely been an hour but its the idea that it will take so long for him to come home that's making me miss him more." Then you sat up a little, facing Simon fully. "Plus, I always get worried about you two. Need you to come back to me." He kissed your forehead firmly.

"We'll always come back to you, angel. I promise." You giggled as he began to pepper your face in loads of kisses, and squirmed, before gasping and sitting up, causing Simon to stop in his tracks. You then, playfully attacked him with kisses, leaving little lip gloss marks in the first couple spots you kissed.

The night went smoothly after that. Dolly decides she quite likes hanging out with Uncle Simon 1on1, and she can see he likes her. After dinner, pizza, Simon put premade cookies in the oven for dessert, and took the bong off the shelf. Before he even let you pick it up to look at it, he sat you down.

"You ever smoke from a bong?" No. "Then you're gonna listen to me yeah? Gonna be a bad girl?" No, ill listen. "Want to sit on my cock while we watch the movie after the cookies are done?" Yes please. "Such good manners."

He showed her how to do it with a demonstration first. Then he helped her through it. Packed the bowl for her, lit it, told her when to suck lightly, then he pulled the bowl for her and told her to suck harder. Inhale it all, there you go, good girl.

You took your first bong rip like a champ, and Simon rubbed your back as you coughed your little brains out, muttering sweet nothings. He helped you take one more after about ten minutes of tracing his fingers on the jeweled 'juicy' logo on her low back.

When you were high, the party started. The cookies still had a few minutes in the oven, and they'd need to set, so you flicked on the radio and danced around the living room to 'Livin on a prayer' by Bon Jovi, flicking your hair around carelessly. Simon sat, manspreading, watching with a beer in hand.

When the cookie timer rang, you said you'd go get it, but Simon sat you down, saying youd sneak too many cookies and make yourself sick eating them through the movie. He came back shortly with a flower shaped plate of cookies and a matching cup of milk.

By the time he came back, you had taken off your velvet track pants and sweater, leaving you in a thin white tank top and lacy panties. Simon just chucked, placed the food on the coffee table and pulled it a little closer. Without words, he scooped you into his arms, placing a wet kiss on your lips as he held you with one hand and unbuckled his pants, slipping himself free if his jeans and boxers.

He sat down, you were still partially held up on his side, and stroked you through your panties, sliding them to the side and smiling at the string of wetness that trailed from your opening to the underwear. Simon adjusted his hold on you, lifting you right above his cock and slowly, ever so slowly, pulling you down. When you whine out "Uncle Si! Please!" Elongating your words. If he didnt know you, he might think you were trying to be bratty by whining.

"Sh sh sh, focus on the movie, dolly." Muttered ever so quiet in your ear, sending chills down your spine as his strong hands rubbed your hips and dragged you down, centimeter by centimeter.

By the time he had fully bottomed out, you were in pure bliss. You were high, brain fuzzy and empty, and your body was on fire, and felt so, so full. You tried to move around a little, swinging your hips back and fourth and whining, but Simon stops you with firm hands on the waist holding you still. "Just enjoy baby, watch the movie." He knew you couldnt actually pay attention to the movie, but he wanted you to sit and enjoy the feeling. The feeling of the high, and the feeling of being so utterly connected with someone who loved you.

You end up sleeping in the same bed that night, obviously.

And the next morning Uncle Simon has pancakes ready after your morning shower, and you spend the day kissing, he teaches you how to play cribbage (you had alway seen the boards growing up, never knew what they were for), and let's you drink a beer at dinner and smoke (as long as he could have you for dessert, you agreed with the stipulation of icecream)

There was a point, just after lunch, where you had a little breakdown about missing your daddy, but Simon got him on the phone quickly and helped assure you he'd be back in one more sleep.

When John comes back Sunday afternoon and he doesn't see you waiting at Simons window like a puppy, he might be a little upset.

Simon brings him into the house before he can knock, shushing him before he can even say anything and bringing his close friend into the kitchen, where the little doll was passed out beside her bags, packed, dressed and ready to go home. As if you could sense he was there, you started stirring, eventually fully waking up and almost jumping completely from the ground into Johns arms.

"Daddy, daddy! I missed you so, so, so, much!" He would laugh and kiss her, letting her curl herself into his body as he picked up her two bags, adjusting her on his hip.

"Im here baby girl, did Uncle Simon take good care of you?" And youd nod eagerly, looking at Simon with a big smile. "Thats good baby, okay give Simon kissies goodbye."

Blasphemy, Religious kink if you squint, drugs and alcohol (canon typical substances, corruption kink, stalking, breaking and entering (just entering tbh),.

The boys had heard Price refer to his 'daughter' multiple times through the years. They always (naturally) assumed it was his actual kid.

Simon even seem to know of you, one time Price telling him that 'the kid wants Uncle Simon this weekend.' Simon would smirk and nod, and to the other boys it looked like someone who was excited to see his niece.

The boys only met you after you BEGGED John and Simon to let you finally meet your big brothers. John trusted the boys enough, he just didnt want to scare them away. The triplets dynamic was already strange enough.

Eventually they agreed, but told you they hadn't talked to the boys about what their situation was, and to be careful. The boys came over to watch a rugby match, Simon was sat on a loveseat, John on his lazy boy, and the daughter nowhere in sight.

"Shes up getting dressed, wants to make a good impression." Simon mused when the boys looked around, expecting to meet the infamous daughter.

Kyle smiled, expecting a little kid to come barreling down the stairs. Him and Johnny sat on the couch, mouths dropping agape when a bombshell, 20-something year old woman started walking down the steps, smiling brightly. You were wearing a little jean miniskirt and a zebra printed halter top.

You introduced herself briefly, giggling when Kyle slapped Johnny, telling him to close him mouth. Then the sauntered off to 'Uncle Simon', curling into his side and kissing under his jaw. Without missing a beat, Simon draped his arm over your shoulder, and took a swig of his beer.

When the pizza and wings finally arrived, you jumped up and said "I'll get it!" Simon swatted your ass playfully as you walked by. While you were gone, Johnny said what both the seargents were thinking. "What the hell is going on 'ere?"

John just smiled at the younger man, and nodded to his 'daughter' who was walking back in the room, placing the food on the coffee table. "You need a refill Daddy? Si?" You turned to the boys, as if questioning them too. Eventually you came back with paper plates, napkins, a few bottles of beers, and a can of cream soda for yourself..

When you handed Price the beer, you also bent down and gave him a kiss, on the cheek, but a little too close to his lips for Kyle's liking. This also gave the two boys a clear picture of your ass, and Johnny could see you was wearing hot pink underwear, that matched your bra strap.

About an hour and a half later, Simon asked you to grab him another beer, and you dutifully stood up and listened. Kyle couldn't lie and say he wasnt worried about your safety, so he followed you with the excuse of using the washroom.

"Oh, hi Kyle!" And you'd smile all dumbly at the handsome man. He watched as you cracked open a beer bottle using a bat shaped bottle opened.

"Hey hun, I just wanted to make sure everything's okay?" And your charming smile turned confused. "I just mean with John and Simon. If you ever need anything-" you cut him off with a laugh that made his face turn dumb.

You dragged him back into the living room gently, and left him in the doorway, giving the bottle to Simon and then sitting on the arm of Johns chair. "Daddy, Kyle thinks im being abused."

You'd said it so flatly, John sputtered on his drink and Simon chuckled. "Only when the little doll wants to be. Just tell them Dolly." Simon encouraged her.

You frowned, as if the words you were about to say were hard to even think about. "Johns," you gasped dramatically and he slapped your thigh lightly. "Not my actual father." You draped your hand over his shoulder and played with his beard absentmindedly. "But hes a really good daddy."

Kyle sat on the couch, looking in a state of shock. Never had he imagined his captain was into this sort of thing, and he couldn't imagine a reason why he could feel his pants tightening.

Johnny, on the other hand, knew exactly why he was growing in his pants, this was hot. "So you're fucking?" Hed ask, blunt as all ever.

"Oh we're all fucking."

"Riley your commentary isn't helping." John clarified, patting you on the thigh again, this time, nodding in a way that told you to go sit with Simon. You listened. John stood up, "you two, come with me." Both seargents followed with nothing but a questioning look between them.

And that was the night their little family became whole.

Edit: This is the new drabble masterlist, comment on THIS post to be tagged. I will not tag you if you comment on another post, its too difficult when there's multiple posts

Tw: Fauxcest, Daddy John Price, Uncle Simon Riley, Big Brothers Kyle Garrick and Johnny MacTavish, Dolly!Reader

Introducing Dolly

How John Price Meets Dolly (short)

Weekends at Uncle Simons House

Kyle and Johnny Meet Dolly

John Price Angst short ... coming soon

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Yes they are still vampires, yes she is played by Jessica Alba, and yes they doing it nasty style.

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