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rafeandonlyrafe · 1 month

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babys first flight

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warnings: flying, dad!rafe, mom!reader, breastfeeding, dude briefly being rude about your baby crying

a/n: i guess this could be a prequel to pink unicorn but honestly i just wanted to use the same name for the baby again lol

rafe sighs, rubbing his face with his hand as he looks at the flight board. you can tell from the defeated look on his face as he walks back over to you that your flight is delayed.

“two hours.” he states, sitting down next to you. you sigh just as deeply as your husband, looking at your sleeping daughter in your arms.

“i think i should wake her up. that way she falls asleep on the plane.” you say, running your finger over rosie’s cheek, her skin soft and flushed pink as she naps.

“yeah.” rafe nods. “whatever you think is best.” rafe defaults often to you, letting you guide the way through raising your daughter. he has experience with his two younger sisters, but you grew up in an even bigger family and often helped out with the babies.

you feel bad having to wake rosie up, especially when she’s asleep during her usual naptime. “wake up, babygirl.” you coo, pressing kisses to her cheeks until her eyes open up, lips instantly turning into a pout.

“its okay!” you stretch a smile over your face. “its okay, rosie!” your soft tone stops her tears, but her pout remains. you jiggle her favorite toy in front of her. your daughter is only three months old and still working on her grip, so you manage to entertain her by placing the toy in her hand every time she drops it.

“here, let me take her.” rafe reaches out. “you stretch your legs and take a break.”

you glance at the clock. still an hour and a half until you can get on your plane. its a short flight, from north carolina to the bahamas for a much needed vacation, deciding to spend the entire summer at your second home while rafe has paternity time away from work.

“gonna use the bathroom.” you press a kiss to rafes cheek, then rosies. “be right back.”

you don’t hurry as you walk around the airport, glad that you’re booked in first class and can use the lounge as the bustling sounds of the airport would surely annoy rosie.

you use the bathroom and get a coffee for rafe, deciding to ditch the decaf and get a mocha for yourself. while you know its generally safe to drink coffee while breastfeeding, you still try to stay away from it, but on days like today, you certainly need it.

“here ya go.” you hand the coffee to your husband after making your way back to the waiting area.

“oh god, thank you.” rafe lets out a moan as he tips the cup back, the warm liquid filling his mouth. he bounces rosie gently on his knee to keep her eyes open.

“would we be terrible parents if i turned on something on my phone for her to watch?” you pout, trying hard to keep her away from screens, but sometimes you just need something to distract her.

“we absolutely would not but if it makes you feel better, i’ll use my phone.” rafe pulls it out of his pocket, transferring rosie easily back into your arms. you cradle her in a way that still allows her to look at the phone screen, her eyes glancing between rafes face cooing at her and the dancing fruits and vegetables.

“shes loving this.” rafe laughs when rosie giggles, her plump cheeks stretching. rosie just started laughing last week, and rafe is still the only one who can get it out of her, although she smiles at you constantly since she first developed the muscles.

“now boarding first class.” the announcer calls out, the hour flying by with rosie entertained.

“she just started looking tired too.” rafe says, taking your carry ons in his hands as you place rosie into her sling, deciding to babywear her until you’re all settled in your seats and can put her in the carseat that rafe also manages to carry.

“welcome aboard.” the flight attendant smiles at you, leading you towards your seats. three all in a row. rafe works quickly to get everything set, placing rosies carseat in the middle seat.

“babys first flight!” you coo to her, hoping to keep her awake through boarding so she will hopefully sleep the entire two hour flight.

“here, i got her.” rafe places her in the carseat once its all strapped down, waiting to do up her buckle until the plane actually takes off.

you both talk partially to her and partially to each other to keep her eyes open, even occasionally giving her tummy little tickles to keep her droopy eyes from closing completely.

while the flight attendant does the safety demonstration, you do up rosie’s buckles. she’s asleep before the plane even begins to move, and you’re surprised when she doesn’t even startle during take off. you reach over to hold rafes hand until you’re steady in the air, hating the rising feeling in your stomach.

“doing good baby?” rafe asks, swiping his thumb over the back of your hand.

you take a deep breath. “yeah, yeah.” looking at rosie and your husband helps sooth the little bit of nerves you have about flying.

the flight goes smoothly until halfway to the bahamas, rosie suddenly startles away with a cry.

“ohhh, its okay baby.” you coo to her, able to recognise from her cry alone that she’s simply hungry.

“oh god, will you shut that baby up?” a man behind you groans before you can even undo her buckles to get her out of her seat.

“what did you say about my daughter?” rafe stands up, glaring as you just try to quiet rosie, pulling her into her lap while you search for a blanket to cover yourself with.

“you heard me! i didn’t pay for first class seats to listen to a crying baby!” the man grunts.

“you’re lucky we’re on a plane or-” rafe begins, until you hiss out his name. “stop it, let the flight attendants handle it.”

rafe sees the stress on your face, nodding as he grabs you a thin blanket, draping it over your shoulder while you adjust your shirt to feed rosie, her cries quieting as she latches onto your nipple.

“sir, that is not appropriate behavior for our airline-” the flight attendant begins to lecture the man behind you, clearly a mom herself.

“it’s okay.” you tell rafe as he turns his shoulder to glare at the man. you rub your hand over his cheek just like you would to rosie until he’s calm.

“dudes an asshole.” rafe grunts out, but his tone is softer now, leaning across rosies car seat to press a kiss to your cheek. he pulls the blanket away slightly so he can look down at your daughter, happily nursing.

“she’s so perfect.” he sighs, glad he has such a well behaved baby for her first flight.

you both settle into your seats as rosie finishes, clearly just needing her tummy to be full before going right back to sleep. you decide to keep her in your arms until the plane begins to descend.

“i got her.” rafe pushes your hands away to do up her seat belts. he knows how much of a stress pregnancy and breastfeeding is on you, so he tries to do absolutely everything he can, even naming himself the sole diaper changer.

you hold rafes hand again as the plane descends, letting out a sigh of relief when the wheels make smooth contact with the runway.

“this was absolutely worth the pain of the flight.” you smile to rafe, resting your head on his shoulder as rosie lays on the towel in front of you, body completely shaded by a pink umbrella.

you look out onto the ocean, waves lightly lapping against the pale yellow sand.

“couldn’t agree more.” rafe hums, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

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henneseyhoe · 3 months

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Princess.

Trevante Rhodes x BLACK!FEM!reader

WARNINGS: SUB!reader, DOM!trevante, thigh riding, size kink, breeding kink, rough s*x, reader and Tre are married but it isn’t implied, daddy kink, no protection(wrap it before ya smack it), just really nasty chile…

SUMMARY: how Trevante acts with his pretty princess <3 (I was in heat writing this, sorry in advance)

Ps. Inspo from @notapradagurl7 recent fic <3

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He’s so exhausted when he comes home from his big boy job but seeing her gives him so much energy. He just wants to pull her into his lap and hold her, letting her ramble about her day and tell him all about the new things she learned and all the things she bought when she went out shopping.

“Tell daddy what you got” He’d say as she bounced excitedly on his thighs, innocent and unknowingly waking up a demon that was kept under wraps since early that morning. He just didn’t wanna wake his baby so early. She’d go on and on about all the cute clothes she found and the purses she bought online, the good food she ate and the nap she took before he arrived. He’d listen and pretend his dick wasn’t growing hard under her ass.

How he’d run baths for her when he was home, adding her favorite scent and bubbles to the water as she’d put her hair in a ponytail to avoid wetting it. She’d ask nicely to be carried to the tub because her legs were just too sore after being fucked until she blacked out and forgot her name. Her knees also aching from being on them for so long, taking his dick deep down her throat until she choked and a strong gag forced him to pull out before he was painting her face with his cum. She already felt so full of him even with his essence leaking out of her and dripping down her thigh, there was no way she would make it to the bathroom.

When she’d do something that was on the “no-no” list and he’d make her pick her own punishments. He’d ask if she deserved an easy one and she’d nod with teary eyes, already having a stinging bottom from the spankings he gave her earlier for touching herself while he was at work. He’d shake his head with a ‘tsk’ and simply throw her over his shoulder, carrying her to their playroom.

And that time she had made him play with her, forcing a game of hide and seek before he’d give up in frustration from not finding her for over ten minutes. She’d giggle and reveal she was hiding in the coat closet the whole time and as obvious as it was, he still hadn’t found her.

He wasn’t always a nice daddy. He had his limits when she just wouldn’t listen. Those were the times where he either made her cum back to back with no break until their sheets were soaking wet or he’d refuse to let her cum at all, watching her cry and beg as he’d take the vibrator away from her swollen and overstimulated clit any time she made that face.

He loved when she was desperate for him. She was just too cute. There were times where he’d go on business trips for days and come back to her needy than ever. She’d do anything for him just to have a simple touch.

When he suspected her to have touched herself in that time of need and he’d refuse to give her what she wanted, but he’d let her ride his thigh like the needy crybaby she was. Her panties were so damn wet that when she rose up off of him she left a wet spot on his slacks, proof of how much she had came just from that little bit of release.

“You miss daddy? I know you did, princess” He smiles, those pearly whites shining at her. She melts from the sight.

He loved her reaction when he’d fill her up unexpectedly. He slams into her with that last rough stroke and she’d let a small gasp fall from those plump lips that were once glossed before Trevante had basically kissed it all off. She could feel the liquid threatening to drip from her entrance and she could only hope that was what would get her pregnant with his baby.

She couldn’t help but think of carrying his seed and getting turned on. Sometimes she’d purposely make him cum inside of her so he’d go to work with empty balls and she’d get to run errands filled to the brim with him. Sometimes she’d even stop by a few maternity stores while she was at it too, just out of curiosity(not) before scurrying off to do something else.

He was so sweet. He’d buy her gifts she had been wanting for a long time, no matter how useless or weird it was to him or anybody else, he knew she wanted it and anything princess wanted, princess got. She even had her own room, decorated how she liked with her favorite colors and favorite things.

He was only ever rough with her when she wanted him to be, which was most of the time, but there were times where she wanted to be soft too, and he supplied that also. Some small gestures like fixing the bow in her hair or helping her reach something on the top shelf….or slowly fucking into her as he cradled her head in his large hands, looking into her soft eyes while she pouted, her tummy feeling butterflies every time he’d hit her special spot. He was so tired and fucked out, but he couldn’t stop until he and his princess was drained completely.

The way he ate her out alone was soft. He licked and slurped on her pretty little pearl, complementing her on how good she tasted and how daddy could eat her for hours. She would try not to close her legs and push him away.

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theroyalyandere · 11 months

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yandere prince trying to denied the fact that he was abso-fucking-lutely obsessed with female servant reader. this man is in his denial stages. he's always shouting at the female servant reader that she was just a peasant and he was a god (we all know he is fuckng delusional but since its a yandere well then its not so suprising.) and the peak is when at one time the prince caughting the female servant reader being too close to the other prince who was visiting his palace. so when he caught up the female servant his jealousness began to rise as much as the rage he's feeling and he immediately pulled her away from the other prince, and then he bring her to his fancy chamber and yk, they fuck while the prince say "fuck i'm.. i'm so fucking in love, fuck.. you're mine now, yeah, yeah you're mine." and the female servant reader is only muttered "no" and "please" repeatedly. please make this noncon, the darker the fics, the better.

yandere!prince x female servant!reader smut 18+

cw: reader has a vagina, delusional yandere, noncon, obsession, jealousy, toxic relationships, male masturbation, humiliation, dacryphilia, drowning, punishments, spanking, groping, power imbalance, cucking (oops), a little god complex maybe???, mentions of children/pregnancy, slapping.

a/n: I put so many warnings please tell me if I missed something. Also I added more elements in this if you don't mind!

you've been working for a while as a servant to the royals and most of the time you attend to the prince because of his request

you do not know why he chose you out of all people he's the one who chose you yet you find yourself always receiving his anger and him shouting at you

the prince loves to humiliate you in front of everyone and you chose to bear it instead of losing your head if you ever snapped

he would often spill his drink on purpose, asking you to lick the liquid on the floor where everyone will see

he would also give you the most complicated tasks leaving you exhausted by the time you complete each you do not know why he torments you this much but he does it out of love, he thinks he loves seeing you on your knees, that desperate look on your face, the way your face falls when he insults you, he thinks you look so pretty and pathetic

he wants to lock you in a dungeon where only him has access to

he would often sneak to your quarters where sometimes you cry out of frustration

he gets hard at the sight of your tear stricken face, he would often close his eyes and masturbate to the thought of you crying underneath him it never fails to make him cum every single time

he tells himself he is not attracted to you yet his territorial nature over you says otherwise

he despises it even if you're a second late after he asked for you

the prince is the one who often delivers punishments when you fail to do something or displease him in any other way (which is all the time)he would bend you over and spank your ass until it's all swollen and your eyes filled with tears, groping you in the process after your punishment you always end up sobbing making his heart flutter with the way you look at him with those doe eyes

the prince can't help himself but be soft on you which can be rare however when he softly kisses your tears away it always leaves you confused then he would later shift back to his cruel self

his torment would continue until..he dragged you away to accompany him to walk beside the pond, he purposely dropped an item of his onto the water and ordered you to get it for him

you reluctantly lean down to the pond to reach for the object then suddenly you were pushed into the water

you watched as everything became a blur the prince looking down at you, just watching you struggle

you flail your arms and try to swim with your might

you keep shouting for help but no one could her you nor help you

as you start losing consciousness, you hear another splash before you faint from exhaustion

you wake up on a bed with people surrounding you, your vision blurry and a head that felt like cotton

you groan out from the aches and pain in your body

you blink to see who was arguing right infront of you

as your vision clears up, you see the prince arguing with someone unfamiliar.

the other person scans your condition and his eyes land on yours

he immediately walks closer towards you despite the prince's protests

he introduces himself as the prince of the neighboring kingdom

he treats you gently like a fragile glass and asks how you were

too lost into his kindness, you fail to acknowledge your prince's presence

you continued to respond to the questions thrown your way while the possessive prince walked out

for the times you were recovering, the kind and gentle prince kept visiting you. always having a bouquet of flowers or food in hand for you.

you slowly became closer to him as he extended his stay to get you even more as his new friend.

you introduce him to a bunch of stuff that doesn't exist yet at his kingdom.

your attention and time preoccupied by the kind hearted prince. you feel at peace, almost living a fairytale life.

meanwhile, everyone else is walking around egg shells when your possessive prince crosses their way

his tantrums got even worse as he watches you go on a date with the foreign prince.

he tried a different bunch of ways to sabotage the other but he always failed.

as he sees how your face glows with happiness he slowly comes to a conclusion that he loves you, after so many times denying it and now he admits how much he wants to touch you, kiss you, and make you his.

he remembered that all he wanted was you and seeing you so happy with another is making his dark intentions come out to light.

he's supposed to be the only one you treat with respect, you should be looking at him and only him. he should be the one you're worshipping and he's about to make you pay.

later that day, after you were escorted by the prince you've come to acquainted with gently kissed your hand before you enter your chambers.

you turn around with a soft smile on your face as you reflect on the events that happened.

you let out a gasp as you see who's sitting at the foot of your bed.

he smiles menacingly as you get stuck in place while he walks towards you.

your knees trembling from fear seeing how dark his eyes look.

you let out a whimper as he corners you and he presses a handkerchief to your face before you fall unconscious.

you wake up tied to his bed in the grand chamber.

you look across you and see your beloved prince tied on a chair with a gag on his mouth, protesting to set him free.

your eyes tear up at his predicament, as you look to the side the possessive prince, the one you despise the most walk over you like a vulture about to gobble up his prey.

you shout profanities at him and ask him to let you go.

it turns him on seeing the flame in your eyes.

he only let's out a dark laugh.

"you think you can live without me? running away with your prince like a happily ever after. but that's alright I'm here to make you realize that you belong to me."

he crawls over you as you try to kick him but the chains restrain you, he gropes your legs, thighs, stomach, then your chest.

burying his face into your breasts as he looks up at you.

"I can't wait to claim you with my child in your womb."

you cry and shout to get away from you but he only kisses and marks you roughly while the one you love watches you get ravaged by the other.

tears stream down your face as he licks your cheek.

he rips your clothes leaving you naked.

the prince forces your legs open before taking out his hard member.

he pulls you towards him as you try to get away but he was too strong.

he looks behind him and rub his cock against your swollen pussy.

"watch as I take her, maybe that should teach you not to touch what's not yours."

with that, he thrusts into your cunny with a groan while you let out a wail of pain

he doesn't let you adjust as he grabs your throat pinning you down onto the bed brutally fucking you.

"No- p-please!! stop!"

tears cloud your vision as your breath lessens from the way he's squeezing your air pipe.

you slowly stop thrashing as you grow tired and come to accept your fate.

you keep crying as he takes you by force.

he slaps your cheek noticing how you seem to lose focus.

"You're all mine you hear me? I love you so fucking much, can't you see that?"

he mushes your lips together and kisses you hungrily.

the prince changes your position so you can see your beloved's reaction at your defilement.

he watches you wide eyed, tears also streaming down his face as he helplessly watches you.

the one ramming behind you pulls you close to him with your back against his chest.

"No one can take you away from me now, you're mine forever."

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munsonsmixtapes · 23 days

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Saw you had requests! And this may be a trigger warning but it’s a fix I’ve thought about for months.

Eddie, bestie female reader. You are newer to Hawkins and go to a party with Eddie robin and Steve. Not big into drugs or drinking to stick with punch.

While Eddie is off making some money you’re not paying attention to your cup. And someone slips in something.

Soon you start to feel weird… and scared. Someone finds Eddie who is by your side in a second. Friends freak out your crying and scared possible culprit is found and Eddie wants to kick his ass but he is taking care of you. And then from there where ever you think it could lead? Ed’s taking you home but staying and helping you through your high/trip so sweet doesn’t even need to be secretly in love or it could be but nothing happens because… well after a scary thing like that… no thanks.

Idk it’s been stuck in my head and again don’t write if you’re not comfortable.

Im not going to anon because I’m afraid I may miss if you do write. But again if not that’s totally okay!

Hey, thanks so much for your request!

Word count: 1,723

CW: reader gets roofied, let me know if there’s anything I missed!

Eddie x bestie!fem!reader

You looked around Steve’s house which was filled a bunch of people you didn’t know. You hadn’t really liked parties, but Eddie had begged you to go and you found yourself unable to say no to him. He was just so cool and pretty that you wanted to do whatever he asked when he flashed you those doe brown eyes.

You were still new to town and in no position to pass up friends so that meant hanging around people you didn’t like just so full your social circles. People like Brad were who you despised the most. He had been trying to sleep with you for months only to be met by rejection. He wouldn’t take no for an answer, approaching you every chance he got and that night hadn’t been an exception.

“Hey,” he smiled, leaning over the back of the couch. Eddie was always quick to jump to your defense, but of course he was nowhere to be found, taking an opportunity to sell, it being a huge party and all.

You ignored him, looking down at the red plastic cup in your hand. Eddie had given you some punch that had just been a bunch of different types of alcohol mixed with some juice. You didn’t drink much so it was perfect, the juice completely covering up the bitter alcohol taste that you weren’t a fan of.

You thought that not speaking to Brad would help him get the hint, but that only made him speak again. He took your silence as playing hard to get and goddamn was he determined to get you.

To Brad, you were just another body to use. He loved that you were innocent, having never slept with anyone. He just wanted to add yet another notch to his bedpost, wanting your name to be on the list of virgins he had fucked.

You had felt bad for the girls who had been desperate enough to sleep with Brad and you definitely weren’t going to be one of them. He was gross and you had eyes for only one man. That man being nowhere to be found when you needed him.

You hadn’t been paying attention and Brad had slipped something into your drink, quickly moving away before anyone could catch him. If you wouldn’t say yes, he was going to take matters into his own hands.

But Robin had caught him and hurried over to you to stop you from drinking the now contaminated juice. You had already taken a sip before she was able to get to you. She watched in horror as you swallowed the liquid and quickly took the cup from you. She pulled you in the kitchen to keep an eye on you and poured the juice down the sink.

She then grabbed onto Steve who just so happened to also be in the kitchen and turned him around to face her, panic in her eyes.

“Hey, what’s going on?” He could see the look on her face and started to worry. Robin was known to freak out on a regular basis, but this was different. He could feel it. Something was wrong.

“Y/n was roofied.” He felt his knees go weak at her words and looked at you for any signs of sickness, but you seemed fine. It was only a matter of time before the symptoms took over.

“I’m gonna go get Eddie. Take her to your room,” she told him, looking around the house for the curly head of hair.

Robin was quick to run from the kitchen, pushing through all of the partygoers to find the metal head. She didn’t have much time and it didn’t help that Steve’s house was packed and there was no trace of Eddie anywhere.

Steve took you to his room so you could have some quiet. You already felt dizzy, having trouble walking, feeling like the place was spinning. Everything was distorted and didn’t look right.

You continued you to try to walk but fell to the floor, the drugs in your system quickly taking over. You fell face first in the foyer and people were quick to part like the Red Sea as you laid there in the middle of them.

Everyone just stared at you while Steve was picked. He looked down at your face to see that your nose was red from where it hit the floor. He carried you up the stairs and to his room, hoping that Eddie was going to be there soon. You were fading fast and you looked so scared, it was terrifying to him. He didn’t know you as well as Eddie, but you were his friend and he hated seeing you like that. So scared and helpless.

Steve opened the door and closed it behind him with his foot before carefully laying you on his bed. His heart was racing and he was wondering where the fuck Eddie was. It didn’t take long to get to his room no matter when in the house you were coming from.

Steve sat you up against his headboard, making sure you didn’t fall asleep. He laid next to you awkwardly, not taking his eyes off of you.

“I need Eddie,” you slurred. Steve wanted Eddie too. He was the only one who always knew what you needed. Steve was going to try his best, but he was terrified for you. He couldn’t imagine going through something so scary.

“Eddie’s coming sweetheart. He’ll be here in a second.” Steve wasn’t sure how sure his statement was true, but he was going to believe it anyway.

The door burst open and Eddie and Robin rushed into the room. She sat on the bed next to Steve while Eddie made a beeline for you. He took you into his arms and the two of you slowly lowered yourselves to the floor. You cried into his chest and he let you, knowing how scared you were. You needed to let it out and he was going to let you talk about it if you wanted to.

Robin and Steve made themselves scarce, wanting to give to two of you some space. Eddie pulled you onto the bed and you cuddled up into his side, feeling nothing but dizzy. Everything was doubled and you had to close your eyes so it would go away, but it didn’t. It only got worse when you closed your eyes.

“I’m so fucking sorry, sweetheart. I should have been there with you.” Eddie was going to blame himself for the rest of his life. Sure, if he had been with you, you wouldn’t have been drugged, but it wasn’t his fault. It was just horrible incident and the only person to blame was Brad.

“Eddie, it’s okay,” you slurred. “It’s not your fault. It’s mine. I should’ve been paying more attention.” He was getting angry that you were blaming yourself. It wasn’t your fault at all. You should have been able to have a drink without worrying whether there were drugs in it or not.

“No,” he said a bit too harshly, sitting up he so could look you in the eyes. “None of this is your fault, y/n. It’s Brad’s.”

“Exactly,” you opened your eyes. “So you shouldn’t be blaming yourself. You should be allowed to leave me for a few minutes without worrying about me.”

“I always worry about you. You’re my best friend. That’s my job. And I didn’t do my job for one night and something horrifying happened to you, y/n. You were assaulted.” That word made it sound so much worse. You knew that was what happened to you, but didn’t really have time to think about it until Eddie had said it.

Just because Brad hadn’t done anything to you physically didn’t mean that you weren’t a victim. Eddie wanted you to know the severity of what had happened and wanted to you to know that you had every right to feel scared.

You fell silent after that, the words heavy between the two of you. Your heart rate quickened as everything set it. You didn’t want to believe it, very much in denial of the severity of the situation. In your mind, if you didn’t acknowledge it, it wasn’t actually happening.

You slowly drifted to sleep and Eddie kept an eye on you to make sure you were okay. He felt sick seeing you like that. You hadn’t been acting like yourself and even after your discussion, he was still blaming himself for what had happened to you. He’d get over it eventually, but for now, he was going to let himself drown in his guilt.

You woke up the next morning from the sun shining through the window. You felt so much better, but you were still a little groggy. You sat up and panicked when Eddie wasn’t by your side but let out a sigh of relief when you saw him sitting at Steve’s desk. He had some toilet paper in his nose and a bag of frozen peas was sitting onto top of one of his hands, his other hand of top of the bag.

He smiled when he looked at you and you returned it, his smile always infections. You eyed the peas once more and wondered what had happened while you were asleep. It seemed like Eddie was always up to trouble.

“What did you do this time?”

“I punched Brad.” He said the words so proudly and for once, you didn’t feel like scolding him. If anyone deserved to have the shit punched out of them, it was him. He deserved a lot more, but you were going to take what you could get as far as his ass kickings went.

“Steve helped. We went to his house this morning and taught him a lesson about dragging women before calling the cops. They arrested him an hour later so he’s definitely not to be bothering you anymore.”

You didn’t think anyone had done something so nice for you. Unbeknownst to you, Eddie would have done anything for you. He would have even left Brad alone if you asked.

“You didn’t have to do that.” You walked over to him and planted yourself in his lap. He wasn’t caught off guard at first, but arm quickly wrapped around your waist while you rested your head on his shoulder.

“I know,” he nodded. “But I wanted to. And that was the least that fucking dick deserved.” It was true, and even though you would probably never to get over what had happened to you, knowing that Brad was behind bars made you feel a whole lot better.

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie munson x you

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Oh wow, I was not expecting a whole drawing of them trying the dance and falling around. It's very beautifully done, I rmmbr just staring in awe for a while at first 🩵

I have another odd question about the she trio/ass gang, which u don't have to draw

Cause I saw a little video of Harvey going hard; dancing to MiseryxCPR(xReese's Puffs) and it had me laughing for a long while, and I wondered who would be the ones singing the song if say the stardrop saloon had some kind of karaoke night

My head tells me both Sam and Abagail would end up doing Reeses's puffs, but that would leave one of the other songs without a host :/

Harvey would probably end up saying stuff about how cpr doesn't require mouth-to-mouth anymore or smthn, and Shane probably worried Marnie would walk in-or just, too drunk off his ass having fun to care 🤔

nah man i just have to draw them. and oh look I even have another essay under readmore! 😂 😂 😂 😂 😂

✨Also my commissions are open! ✨ if anyone is interested! :D< please reblog/share the og comm sheet ,if you can! it would help me a lot thank you!!!

Honestly i can imagine them all just being pissed drunk before attempting to sing the song😂. i know fersure the SHE trio would require more liquid courage for it (heck even to join/start a kareoke sesh!)

Shane gives of major Kareoke Tito (uncle) vibes~. Yknow that one tito who specifically sings “My Way” by Frank Sinatra and has a bunch of classic rock songs under his belt. He’s not good at singing perse but he can at least carry a tune. He and Sebastian would totally connect with singing Misery. but like Shane vaguely knows the song (he’s heard it on radio a bajillion times but he doesnt know the name of the song so its not quite on his playlists) so he when he’s super sloshed and can barely read the screen, he tries to sing it from memory and misses a couple of the words. but hey! at least he knows the chorus and is in tune.

Meanwhile Sebastian has Misery “secretly” on his go to playlist. He doesnt admit it (the songs is too main stream and overplayed but he stumbled upon a vocaloid cover and rest is history.) He definitely always chooses the song every kareoke sesh (although not his first choice) and he’s passionate about it even has a little performance too(lots of head bangs, fist pumps and that classic 2000s disney knees bent together, feet wide apart moment)! For his duet with shane he’s the first to shed a lil tear and that gets shane going and they cry through most of the song in their own lil misery world ignoring the chaos around them.

Sam is a fucking menace for singing CPR and I do agree He and Abigail would go off on Reese’s Puff BUT i can definitely imagine being commited to singing CPR (we all know he’d awkwardly twerk). Especially if it was to troll on Harvey who probably thought it was a wholesome song about doing CPR at a specific BPM. 😂

Harvey good lird poor harvey! He’s probably the most sober out of everyone. It doesnt help that he’s no light weight + lowkey becomes designated baby sitter everytime (he’s soooooooo going charge them extra in the morning if they come stumbling into his clinic asking for some hangover cure). He was so excited about adding a new song to CPR tempo list he was gonna teach at the nex first aid classes!! Who would have thought that a singer with a cute wholesome name like Cupcakke was just so… sooooo SCANDALOUS!!! He should have known Sam was up to something the moment he grabbed him by the shoulder!!! “This is medical malpractice, Samson!!!” He spends the whole trying to sush Sam who’s having so much fun laughing at Harvey’s reaction 😂

Abigal. F e r a l.

Help! Elliot has fallen over! He honestly just has a mild peanut allergy but he has been drinking and hooo boi. thats not good. thank goodness Harvey is sobered up (with the help of Sam ofc) and has an epipen on hand! Catch Leah cackling from her seat by the bar before assisting Harvey.

#doodle #stardew valley #stardew valley sebastian #stardew valley sam #stardew valley abigail #stardew valley shane #stardew valley elliot #stardew valley harvey #ass gang #she trio #sdv sebastian #sdv sam #sdv abigail #sdv harvey #sdv shane #sdv elliot #TW: drinking #TW: allergy #good lird this was such chaotic night to remember

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The Co-Host (Alastor x FemReader) VI

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Summary: You are Alastors Co host in life, perhaps more. But are separated by a sudden death. When you are finally reunited in the under world, it is up to Alastor to figure out why you don’t remember him.

Warnings ! ! Mentions of Death and Bl00D

@cannibalcoyote @kahlan170 @sugxryratz

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"My darling, that's a nasty cough" honey eyes found hers, a hand resting on her knee as her lungs gave out a cry for help. A hearty cough erupting into her hands that covered her mouth. "Y/n, go home." His voice more sincere with the severity becoming more obvious.

"I'm fine, Alastor. The common cold is making it's rounds at the moment, and i can't afford a day off" she pulled herself into the desk on their wheely chair, adjusting the slumped over posture to give off a more healthy look. Dry skin around their nose and red blotches across her cheeks giving it away.

"Please. Go home, I will make sure you don't have to worry about anything my love" His hands spun her to face him. After some convincing, she finally gave in. Knowing that if she didn't, he'd probably drag her home himself. Then the people wouldn't get their daily war update.

In the comfort of her thick sheets, she melted into them and let her guard down. That cough destroying her throat every time she let it loose, the dripping in her nose annoying her to the point she just stuffed tissue up there. It didn't take more than a few hours for her bedroom floor to be littered with used tissues, her body too sore to allow her to throw them in the bin. Alastor managed to creep in while she was asleep, cleaning up her sicky mess. Not a care in the world if he ended up with the same fate as her. Y/n woke to the pleasant smell of a brothy soup being made in her kitchen. The knowledge that her person was in her kitchen downstairs was enough to push her out of bed, into the bitter air of her home.

"Darling, go rest. I'll bring it to you" he saw her in his peripheral, pointing the spoon he was using at her accusingly. Soup splattering on the floor. Y/n ignored his request, walking towards him and wrapping him in an embrace. Stealing away his body warmth. "Okay, i suppose this is acceptable" his arms returned the hug, pulling her tighter into him.

A charming jingle echoed through the sound system in the dormant tower, erupting Y/n from their slumber. Red, circular marks imprinted on her greying skin from where she had been laying on the buttons. How she'd fell asleep in that position was a mystery. Alastor sat in the same position he had been in the last time she saw him, only his hand was resting on hers. His eyes were closed, legs still crossed, and his head was slightly tilted onto his shoulder. Small breaths audible from his ajar lips. That smile still haunting him even in sleep. They must have spoken all night, she thought. Ever so carefully slipping her hand away, scared to wake him. The bags under his eyes said that he had ever slept an ounce in the afterlife, maybe that's why he killed so much.

The door closing behind her is what woke him from his beautiful dream, wanting to kick himself when he realized it was just that. But when he saw the steaming black coffee in front of him, his cheeks almost flushed. If he had any moving blood in his body maybe they would have. Knowing it was y/n that had left it for him, a symbol of their blossoming friendship, their new found trust in each other. She slept next to him, something must be eating away at her inside telling her this was right. He knew she felt something. How could she not, with the way she looked at him with such a sincerity that could make him simply pass away. The liquid melted between his lips, like it used to a million times before. His mother was the best cook, but by god his love had his soul with her coffee. Only she knew how to make a perfect balance of bitter and sweet, that only he enjoyed.

Above the steam from his beverage, he could see the figure getting smaller and smaller the further she walked. Leaving him behind.

Y/n had great powers, great enough to do terrible things. But you'd never know if you had never heard of them. She never used them. Never truly knowing why herself, but something told her that it is what she wouldn't have wanted. The passed her, that is. However tempting it was to just flow through the world, not having to worry about ever walking again, she couldn't. It felt wrong, like it didn't belong to her. So she will use the legs she was gifted with. Walking wasn't so bad.

A small forest gathered around the edge of the pentagram, lucifers poor excuse for some greenery. It was still the prettiest views you were going to get in the pride ring. And one of the most peaceful, a lot of imp families regularing this area with their children. Footsteps ran up behind Y/n, not making her question anything, people liked to jog through here. But the footsteps grew louder, and louder, and then stopped abruptly. Feeling dirt hit the bare skin on her ankles, she turned to see. A small, deerlike demon stood behind her. Body telling her she was young, but face showing signs of maturity and age.

"Hey" He panted, hands on his knees as he bent over, gathering any oxygen in his lungs as he could. His old southern accent having hints of French that was hardly distinguishable. "You're that radio presenter aren't you? The one that used to do broadcasts during the depression? My family loved you!" He was a new soul. Clearly trying to cling to his old life as much as possible. It brought a confused face to y/n, which then infected the deer with the same confusion.

"Maybe you weren't... my apolo-"

”Perhaps I was” Y/n cut him off. Looking at the stirred up mud below her with thought in her eyes.

”well, you sure sound like her.” He scratched his head with a finger, looking up towards her. “We were all distraught when you passed. Never imagined you’d end up down here though” he shrugged his shoulders, a click audible from his fragile bones as they cracked beneath him. Without another word, he continued his jog past her. His breathlessness hitting him rather quickly.

“A radio presenter?” She mumbled to herself, looking back at the radio tower only just visible over the tree line half a mile away. “What a weird coincidence that must be”

She struggled to make her mind shut up the entire walk to work. Luckily for her, as soon as she opened the doors to the warehouse mayhem smacked her in the face. The hurried rushing around, paperwork flying over everyone's heads, yelling was enough to distract Y/n. "What happened? Why is everyone off their knockers??" Y/n's voice bellowed through the hallways, usually enough to stop everyone in their tracks like a teacher shushing her class. But not this time. Worried faces covered the floor of the building, hurried steps of sinners making anything else hard to hear. Y/n grabbed a sinner running passed her, her grip ahold of her arm. "What is this about?" Her eyes shot gun wounds through her soulless body. Her mouth moving but no words coming out. "Speak!"

"Satan...Satan layed a bunch of workers off"

Y/n looked at her, puzzled. "That doesn't explain why you lot are running away from a bomb".

The demons eyes welled quickly, reliving the scene she had just witnessed. A hand lifted, a finger pointing at the room behind them. Y/n's eyes followed the direction, grip loosening enough to let the sinner run free. The scene revealed itself. A thick layer of a red fluid was rolling out from underneath the doorway. Satan hadn't layed them off, he had killed them. Among the bodies scattered around, was her assistant. The permanent worried expression he held on his face was replaced with what can only be described as a peaceful slumber. Kneeling down, covering herself in crimson wine, she picked up his hand from the sespit below. Feeling slippery in hers. This was her fault, most of her workers didn't belong down here. They were tax evaders or petty theives. Doing what they needed to survive, and they were punished.

Time moved like the eternity she would be stuck here for. The building was quiet, completely. The sound of y/ns quiet whimpers as she held herself echoing in the empty office room. Surrounded by people who would have considered her their boss, who they utterly feared.

"Darling?" Alastors voice brought her to, still not able to bring herself to look away. His immediate thought was 'what did you do?'. A note on the table, marked with satans wax, gave him a moment of clarity. For the first time in his existence, he had no words. All he could do was comfort. His frame bent to accompany hers on the floor, pulling her head into his chest. A hand running through her hair like he used to do, massaging her scalp with long nails. Allowing her to fester in her head, but not alone

#alastor fluff #hazbin hotel alastor x reader #hazbin x y/n #hazbin x reader #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin charlie #the co-host #Alastor x reader #angel dust x reader #hazbin husk

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"You will never lose me."

Duncan Idaho x Reader Request: Yes Summary: Escaping from the attack on Arrakis, Y/n Atreides is reunited with Duncan Idaho and living amongst the Fremen in Sietch Tabr. While Paul and Jessica work with the Fremen about the Lisan-Al Giab prophecy, Y/n and Duncan grow closer, revealing hidden feelings for one another. Warnings: None, just Duncan and Y/n being in love with one another. dividers: @rookthornesartistry Word Count: 2,2k Disclaimer: I don't own Dune or its characters, nor do I claim them as my own Comments likes and reblogs are always adored and appreciated xx

The fall of House Atreides happened in the dead of night. Paul, his twin sister Y/n, and their mother Jessica reunited with Duncan after experiencing a close encounter with death. Duncan defeated the Sardakuar and lived to see another day, helping the living Atreides family members survive the attack. Living amongst the Fremen at the Sietch Tabr, Duncan observed how Jessica tried to convince the sceptical Fremen of the prophecy that a mother and her two children from the outer world would save them. Y/n lets her mother and brother talk to the Fremen, and Duncan remains close to Y/n. Nothing filled Duncan with more pride than ensuring he kept the future Duchess safe. His loyalty to her and House Atreides never faltered, something she always admired in Duncan, and she knew she could rely on him for anything. Late-night talks, he was there. Evening or early morning strolls, he would accompany her. If she needed someone to help her go to sleep, he would help her. Y/n felt timid around the Fremen as she often kept to herself away from the others.

Over time, Paul helped his sister and himself adapt to the Fremen’s ways, just like Duncan did on his scout mission. Duncan’s heart beamed with pride, watching the two young Atreides come into their own. Paul took his title as Duke, embracing his father’s role but also as Muad’Dib and Usal to the Fremen. Y/n watched her brother grow into an influential leader and an acclaimed prophet. Their mother, Jessica, insisted that Y/n take the Water of Life, which Y/n wasn’t overly ready for. Even though only women could take the Water of Life, Y/n felt nervous that anything could go wrong. Sitting amongst the women, Y/n heard the chanting as she slowly sat cross-legged across from her mother. Y/n looked around, searching for Duncan. “I want Duncan here”, she stated.

The women all shook their heads in warning. “No man is allowed; this is a sacred process” Y/n began to breathe heavily. “No, I need him here, Mother, please” she hyperventilated. Jessica observed her daughter; her eyes were emotionless, and the Fremen woman began to pour the liquid into Y/n’s mouth. “Mother, I don’t want to do this”, Y/n pleaded as Jessica smiled gently, but Y/n felt no reassurance. Y/n’s body began to jolt, feeling the water of life spread through her. Laying on the sand, Y/n moaned in pain. Chani looked down at her friend, worry written on her face. “Y/n, it’s okay, please be okay”, she held her friend’s hand “DUNCAN!” Y/n screamed out. Chani began to cry as Y/n thrashed in agony. “I will get Duncan; hold on”, Chani babbled, ignoring the warnings from the Fremen women.

Duncan sat on the sand outside with Paul, his knees bouncing anxiously. Paul furrowed his brows, watching his mentor. “She will be okay, Duncan. If I know my sister, she is strong-willed like my mother has taught us to be. The ways of the Bene Gesserit aren’t easy to learn; Y/n has excelled far better than I have” Paul smiled, patting his mentor’s shoulder. Hearing Y/n’s cries, all the Fremen looked up, the sounds of distress echoing through the Sietch Tabr. Duncan felt his heart shatter, seeing Chani appear in his view, her breathing heavy “Duncan, Paul, something is wrong” Chani held her stomach, both Duncan and Paul following behind her as she led them to where Y/n was. Jessica looked up; her silence made Paul feel sick, and he didn’t understand why she wasn’t helping. Duncan fell to his knees beside Y/n, holding her face in his hand, and the other held her shaking hands.

“Y/n, sweetheart, I’m here; it’s okay”, he spoke calmly. Paul and Chani tried to hold back their tears Y/n moaned in pain, rolling onto her stomach. “No, please!” she sobbed loudly, curling while holding her body. “Duncan!” Y/n cried; her eyes fluttered, her once natural eye colour now stained with blue from the spice and water of life. Y/n fell onto the sand, falling into unconsciousness. Paul scrambled over, “Y/n no, mother do something!” He shouted, shaking Y/n’s body. “No, no, no, Y/n”, he rocked back and forth as Y/n released a sharp gasp; shuddering, she met Paul’s eyes. “Paul”, she whispered. Paul nodded. “Yes, it’s me. Are you okay?” He helped her sit up, her eyes drifting to Duncan; he smiled, a breath of relief falling from his lips. Hugging Duncan tightly, Y/n cried quietly. Breathing in his scent, she began to calm down. Duncan tucked his face in her hair, kissing her softly. “Shh, shh, it’s okay, I’m here”, he murmured, swaying them. The Fremen women began murmuring and praying as Y/n looked upon her mother; feeling betrayed, she stood with the help of Duncan and Paul. “I told you I did not want this. You are selfish,” she said, walking away. Duncan and Paul followed her, and Chani glanced back at Jessica. Chani shook her head in disbelief before joining her friends.

Y/n heard Duncan and Paul calling out to her as she kept walking. “Please leave me alone, just for a while. I need to think,” She told them, her figure disappearing outside. Chani pushed past Paul. “I’ll speak to her,” she smiled gently. Duncan and Paul looked at one another before sitting beside each other as Stilgar joined them. “Women are the most unique creatures; I have seen many strong come and go. Your sister is not like your mother. More like your father.” He looked to Paul, and the young Atreides sighed. “I’ve always seen more of our father in her than me. My sister and my mother’s relationship has always been estranged. Since birth, I’ve always felt a different connection with her, whereas Y/n and our father.” He let out a small chuckle. “Were the same. She was the one who suggested an alliance with you and your people, Stilgar. And that is how Duncan came to meet you before we came. Y/n made that happen,” He told Stilgar; the older man hummed in response. “And she is not one with the Bene Gesserit, no?” Stilgar asked. Paul gave a nod. Stilgar took the silent answer.

Paul knew the effects of the Water of Life. Centuries of knowledge Y/n has gained were against her will, and she didn’t want them. That separates her from Paul while they are twins and share everything. Their personalities couldn’t be any more different; while there were similarities, Y/n wasn’t much like their father or mother. She was a mix of both, but Y/n was far more reserved than a normal Atreides. Something that always did worry Leto. But since their father’s passing, Y/n was forced to embrace the title of Duchess alongside her brother as Duke. They were the future of House Atreides, and if the prophecy was true, they were the saviours; to the Fremen, they were the two halves of the Messiah—the Lisan-Al Gibs. Together, Paul and Y/n would lead the Fremen to paradise, but Paul wanted to overthrow the Emperor for the murder of his father. Something Y/n didn’t wish to. She wasn’t fueled with revenge like her brother; she felt saddened about her father’s passing; she wanted justice too, but at what price?

The three men looked up as Chani returned. “Duncan, you can speak to her now. She seems fine.” Chani sat beside Paul while Duncan stood, finding Y/n on a rock ledge outside. Y/n wiped her eyes, feeling Duncan’s large frame embrace her in his arms, pulling her towards his body. “I’ve seen everything. What will happen to Paul if he goes down the path of becoming the Lisan-Al Giab. I don’t want to see myself fall into his Holy War, Duncan” She laid her head back on his chest, wrapping her arms around him. Duncan felt her body tense. “Nothing will happen, sweetheart” Y/n turned to face Duncan. “You don’t understand centuries of Bene Gesserit knowledge is in my mind. I saw blood, destruction, and death. Paul’s Holy War will bring endless suffering and pain; everything our Father built for us will be torn down. By Atreides, by Harkonnens the Emperor. We are not safe,” Y/n pressed her head to Duncan’s, and both closed their eyes at the contact. “You may have escaped death once, Duncan, but I’m afraid you won’t if what I have seen comes true” Duncan held Y/n’s face, his eyes gazing over her worried face. “Nothing will ever happen to me. I promise I swear on my life,” Duncan breathed, his lips grazing hers Y/n took in a sharp inhale at the feeling, “Duncan” Y/n whispered his name like it was a prayer, pulling her closer to his lap. Duncan’s fingers threaded through her hair. He pressed his lips to hers, leaving both of them breathless. “Y/n”, Duncan moaned her name, their kiss growing more passionate. “You do not know how long I’ve waited to do this”, Duncan breathed, pulling away from the kiss Y/n’s eyes fluttered open, staring into Duncan’s green irises, a smile appearing on her lips. “I’ve felt the same way. I didn’t tell my father it was you; I asked him what it felt like to be in love. And when he told me, I knew that was how I felt about you. I think he might have had his suspicions, though,” She giggled lightly, making Duncan laugh with a nod. “I knew how intuitive your father was; he knew. I told him of my feelings for his daughter, and he permitted if anything were to happen. You and I were to be wed for your protection” He smiled, that charming smile Y/n had grown to love over the years. The smile that reassured her everything would be okay.

She held back tears at the thought that her father approved of her and Duncan. He knew about Duncan’s feelings, which meant he knew about hers but pretended not to. “Y/n, you have become the only one in my life that keeps me breathing. The light of my life. The sole owner of my heart, the woman who occupies my dreams and thoughts. I never wanted to be apart from you, and I will fight anyone who dares to keep me away from you. I want to be the only one to hold you, kiss your lips, and hear your worries and desires. I have and will love you until my final breath. No matter what.” Duncan and Y/n sat silently as Y/n nodded, her cheek pressed to his. “If I am the keeper of your heart, then you are the keeper of mine Duncan Idaho. No man will ever change that I have no desire to be with anyone but you. I only want you. I can see our future so clearly now” Y/n pulled away. Duncan’s eyes lit up. “And?” He grinned, and Y/n smiled. “We are happy, and I see our children playing with you. It doesn’t look like Arrakis, and there’s grass and a lake. It’s just us, Duncan. You and I and our family.” Y/n felt tears in her eyes. Duncan swiped his thumbs underneath to catch her tears before they fell down her cheeks. “Everything will be alright, little one, I promise.”

Stilgar had made arrangements for Y/n and Duncan to be wed. Paul was most happy; he had an inkling of his sister’s feelings for Duncan, but he hadn’t been aware of his friend’s feelings for his sister. Chani was excited to see a wedding; it was something grand for her. Paul watched as he sat beside Chani whilst Stilgar spoke during the ceremony. As the Naib, he had the honour of wedding his new friends to one another. In both Fremen traditions and Atreides traditions from Paul, Y/n and Duncan were husband and wife. Duncan pulled Y/n in for a passionate kiss. The uproar from the Fremen echoed in Sietch Tabr.

Paul clapped his hands with a wide grin on his face. Jessica sat with the other Bene Gesserit fremen women as her lips twitched. Her daughter was happy; she was in love. Jessica watched as she locked eyes with her daughter. Jessica bowed her head; it was her way of showing her approval. Y/n smiled gently at her mother before her eyes fell on Paul, and his grin was as wide as Chani’s. Paul embraced his sister tightly. “If only our father were here to see, he would have been overjoyed.” He kissed his sister’s head before returning to Chani, joining the Fremen as the celebrations began. Duncan and Y/n looked into each other’s eyes lovingly. “Duncan, promise me everything will be okay and nothing will happen to you”, Y/n whispered. Duncan hummed in response as he kissed her lips softly.

He pulled away, holding her face. “I promise you nothing will happen my love. You will never lose me"

sdt @hudson-bay-girl

#dune part two #dune #fluff #request #jason momoa #oneshot #duncan idaho #duncan idaho x reader #jason momoa x reader #missjadesfic #my fic

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I Spill My Blood For You (Aegon x Reader)

Now was this requested? No, but it’s been itching my brain to write something toxic for Aegon also in this story Aegon is not a rpist just fucked in the head and a drunk. T.W mentions of self harm

(Y/n) knew Aegon loved her, at least that is what she told herself to make the pain of betrayal go away. Aegon and (y/n) had been betrothed since they were young so it was only natural they spend most of their youth together all the way until the wedding.

Aegon was not a bad man but he had his vices, he made attempts to be a good husband and most of the time he succeeded, yet he would always find his way back to filthy whore houses at the street of silk, spending his night with whores and dornish wine, on the morrow he would come back to their shared chamber and plead for forgiveness on his knees to (y/n), she always forgave him what else could she do? He was her lord husband, her Aegon he might not have meant his vow on the contrary (y/n) meant it when she stood in front of the Sept and declared her love and loyalty to him “until the end of my days”

When (y/n) became with child Aegon was thrilled, he lifted her and spun her around as he showered her with kisses and words of encouragement, for months he was at his best behaviour that even had his own mother rubbing her eyes in disbelief, everyone seemed to be able to take a breath after Aegons change of character.

The main reason was how frightened (y/n) was at the thought of childbirth, as she had confessed to him the same night she announced her pregnancy to him she sobbed in his arms, shaking like a leaf as he hugged her. (Y/n) had listened to one to many stories of Maesters gutting women like a fish for the babe to get out, the mere thought brought shivers down her spine.

Aegon tended to (y/n)s every need, basically he was her shadow he always escorted her for long walks in the garden under the order of the maesters that walking was going to help her prepare for her labour, he made sure she ate lots of fresh fruit and drew her baths at the night of the owl since it seemed to be the only remedy that worked for her aching back that made her restless.

(Y/n) was delighted at how Aegon had stepped up to assist her during this important time, she relished how his hand was always in her growing belly and laughed when he would try to talk to the babe for hours on end, she felt relieved she even thought this was certainly the end of his visitations at the pillow houses.Their family was going to grow and she wanted her children to blossom in a family full of love, for the little babes to look up to their parents and smile.

It was prince Aemonds name day and the feast was marvellous, (y/n)s belly had grown big and round to the point that the sept indicated it wasn’t only one babe making (y/n) shake like a leaf from fear, childbirth was already a painful procedure let alone pushing out two of them. Alas she brushed it off, (y/n) put on her finest and most comfortable dress to escort her lord husband.

It was well into the night when (y/n) lost sight of him, again she tried to reason with herself and think that he was probably out for some air or had been distracted and started a conversation with some lord. That changed when she slowly got up from her chair and let out a yelp as a sharp pain occurred at her lower belly, at an instant she felt a gush of liquid between her legs making her eyes grow wide. Queen Alicent was the first one to notice and rushed over to the girl, holding her hand tightly

“What is it sweet (y/n)?”

“I’ve started my labours”

The queen had send the guards to find her son while she stayed with (y/n) who was wailing from the pain, crying and begging for mercy as her entire body felt like it was burning, the room was full of women and the Maester who was doing his best to help poor (y/n).

“Push my darling”

“I can’t, I need Aegon”

“I know dear but you must, come on you can do this”

Finally after hours upon hours of effort (y/n) gave birth to two beautiful babes, a boy and a girl, both of them healthy. (Y/n) almost buried herself in the pillows from exhaustion as she was covered with sweat, however she was smiling. Everything had gone well, the babes were heathy and she was alive, in pain but alive, when she held them it was the most blissful moment in her life if she had to describe it she felt like her heart got cut in three pieces and two of the parts went to the babes.

“What are their names?”

“Maegor and Alicent”

Alicent gasped at (y/n)s decision. (Y/n) had grown font of the queen, she had done mistakes but she wasn’t cruel and (y/n) could tell that she had done the best that she could with all her children, as well as being the only person to hold her hand through the labour.

“Thank you”

Alicent stayed with (y/n) as the young mother slept, waiting to hear back from the guards and her irresponsible son, as she watched the girl sleep her anger rose more and more, how could he leave her when he had known (y/n) was going to go through labour any minute now, he ran away like a coward to go sin and once again embarrass them.

The sun had started to rise when Ser Arryk had walked in and dragged Aegon with him, Alicent thanked the knight for his service and instructed him to leave the half conscious Aegon laying on the floor. She went to check on (y/n) to make sure she is still sleeping, brushing away a few strands of hair from her face and placing a kiss on her forehead before she walked to stand over her son.

“Mother? Where am I?”

“You are a disgrace do you know that?”

The spoke in a low tone yet it was harsh and cold. The scene that was playing in front of her eyes infuriated her, her own kin, her first child on the floor dirty and reeking of wine while his wife had just given birth to twins, she felt responsible for his ridiculous actions and she could not take it anymore.

She kicked his side in anger making him groan and curl up from the pain, he coughed a few times as he started to understand where was his mothers wrath coming from.

“What did I do?”

“What did you do? I will tell you, you wasted your night away with whores and wine while your wife gave birth”

“What?”

His mothers words made his blood ran cold, in a blink of an eye he had sobered up from the shock of the news he had just heard. No, it couldn’t be, he had been there this whole time she could not have given birth tonight, he looked up at his mother even if it hurt his eyes and Aegon could swear he saw steam coming out of her ears.

“Certainly you are jesting”

“Get up and look at your wife, how she is laying after giving birth to twins”

Twins! Two babes! Several thoughts raced through aegons blurry mind, was she alright? Was anyone with her? Was she scared? Are the babes alright and healthy? As got off the floor he felt a mixture of guilt and humiliation take over him, rightfully so if he could add. He had done the best he could and yet when the time came he proved everyone right, he failed just like how all of them expected.

Silence fell while he looked at his wife who had drifted off to dreamland, her belly had deflated and that was the sign he needed to understand this was not a dream like he secretly hoped.

“Where are the babies?”

“ With the wet nurses, a boy and a girl, (y/n) took the liberty and named them-”

“Maegor and Alicent”

He whispered, a few nights ago as she laid in their bed and let Aegon rub her belly she mentioned the names she liked. At first Aegon laughed at how they would repeating the cycle of Aegon and Maegor, after a while he reached up to place a sweet kiss on his wife’s lips and told her what a pretty name Alicent is also how his mother would jump from joy.

“I knew you are a low life but this is a new low, missing the birth of your children”

“You think I wanted this? I wanted to be here”

“you left, you rushed to your whores and fleeted from your wife’s side like a dim wit, do you know that she was asking for you? Poor thing was begging me to run and get you, telling me again and again how scared she was”

“Stop mother please”

He pressed his mother as he felt close to breaking down.

Aegon had his back turned to (y/n) and Alicent was too furious to notice that (y/n) had awoken a while ago, moreover she chose to remain silent and view them from afar. She listened to Alicent harass Aegon and watched Aegon get eaten by his own pain and guilt, a side of her was happy that this caused such a reaction out of him on the other hand she felt like she should stop this and she did.

“Where are the babes?”

Her voice was hoarse from sleep and exhaustion, she had slept for only a few hours and it was not enough to help her recover. Alicent once again went to her side and held her hand while the other went on the girls cheek to caress it as her eyes scanned for any signs of pain.

“It’s alright my dear (y/n), they are with the wet nurses, you should rest my girl go back to sleep”

“No no, I want to see my children”

She protested as she struggled to raise her chest and sit up on her bed, Alicent tended to her and fixed (y/n)s pillows for back support. It was the first time that (y/n)s eyes were met with Aegons, Aegon locked his gaze for a second before he went back to starring at the floor, embarrassed by his actions and appearance.

“Your grace could you please go and ask the wet nurses to bring my babes?”

“Of course, as you wish dearest”

Alicent left the girl and gave one last disappointing look to Aegon before she left them alone, shutting the door behind her.

As they were alone, Aegon did not know what to say, there was nothing that he could possibly phrase that would make this better, (y/n) was silent, she wanted for him to break first since he was the one in the wrong and it wasn’t just a small mistake, he broke his promise, he had done such big acts to make her believe he had change just to prove her wrong at the very end, bitterness and anger made her chest hurt.

“I’m sorry”

He whispered, only to be met with a pillow thrown at his face with force from (y/n). It did not hurt but once he raised his gaze he saw the anger that she was experiencing how her rage took over her.

“Where the fuck were you?! You fucking left me”

She barked at him, pain rushed through her due to her sudden move since her abdomen and private part hasn’t fully recovered from

Childbirth, she ignored it as fury towards her husband was her main focus.

Aegon could count the times he had seen (y/n) be cross with him in his one hand, none of them were like this. Her face had changed as her eyes threw daggers at hum, she was unrecognisable as something took over her and it sunk in how he couldn’t get away with this, she had been tipped over the edge and he was the one that pushed her.

“Please my dove”

“No! I do not wish to hear you speak! Shut up for once you fucking moron! I trusted you, I have been nothing but a good wife, a trusting companion an honourable match and this how you repay me? I have stood by you when no one else was there!”

As madness wrapped her up tightly her curse words and harsh truths being her only weapon as she could not physically attack him. Her voice louder than Aegon has ever heard it, he flinched at her outrage he did not try to protest because deep inside he knew he was the villain.

(Y/n) spoke truthfully, Aegon could blame his family all he wanted it would not change the fact that (y/n) was the one ray of sunshine in his darkness and he dimmed her light until she was also eaten up by the dark. Silent tears streamed down his eyes as she kept throwing pillows at him as a way to cause him pain, she could throw a brick at him if she craved then again it would be her words that made him crumble.

“I have put myself at the sword! I went through the seven rings of hell for you! I’ve been ridiculed by everyone at court due to your lustful sins and wrongdoings for you to be absent at our childrens birth, what if I were dead Aegon? What if our children did not make it?”

“Please don’t-“

“What? You don’t want to think about it? You would feel shame if I were to lay dead yet now that I’m alive everything is fine? I might be well Aegon but this put our marriage to rest”

The last declaration was the one that made his eyes snap away from the carpet and look at her, she could not do this? She could not leave him? No, they just had their first babes she could not deprive him of them.

Aegon, quick on his feet went on her side and fell on his knees in front of her, (y/n) had seen this before, once again Aegon would beg for mercy, whisper sweet promises and express his love to her and like a fool she would believe him.

When Aegon went to grab her hands (y/n) reacted before she could think and landed a strong slap across his face, making his head turn to the side. Aegon shocked by the slap stood still momentarily, she had never reached the point of physically assaulting him yes she had been upset but now she was ruthless, nothing could stop her.

“I tried Aegon, oh how I yearned for you to become a man of honour, a man that could be a good husband and a father, you have once again disappointed me. The servants will pack your belongings we are not to share chambers any longer”

Something in Aegon snapped, as (y/n) spoke of their new set of rules in their marriage he inspected the dagger he had left on their nightstand he had left it there when (y/n) had asked him to peel an orange for her.

With a swift motion Aegon was on his feet and had taken the dagger in his hand, cutting his arm all the way down from elbow to wrist.(y/n) gasped at the sudden cruel harm he had caused in himself, it felt like time had remained still as they eyeballed one another, Aegon still crying felt the pain although to him it was nothing that what his heart was experiencing.

“I spill my blood for you, my heart beats for you, you are my wife, my life, the fire in my soul, the breath in my lungs (y/n) you have kept me alive, without you I might as well wither away”

“Aegon”

“I will do anything you wish, I will gut myself if that will bring you comfort, my heaven, if you leave my side I will be stuck in the endless cycle of misery and hell, there is no reason for me to walk amongst the people once the light of life is not here”

His blood dripped on the carpet, Valyrian steel cut clean and Aegon was starting to understand the consequences of his actions as he started to wobble when he was fighting unconsciousness. (Y/n) had opened her mouth to say something when Aegon collapsed, at an instant (y/n) jumped off the bed forgetting her own suffering to sit by her husbands side and place his head on her thighs.

“Aegon! Aegon! No no don’t do this to me Aegon”

Alicent had heard (y/n)s cries of agony and bursted in the door with Ser Arryk thinking that something had happened to her good-daughter and to her disturbance she couldn’t have been more wrong. (Y/n)s white night gown ruined with her child’s blood as she screeched in agony, Ser Arryk being the only one that had kept his composure lifted the prince as his hand hanged from one side leaving drops of his blood as a trail all the way to the bed, (y/n) had not seen Alicent scurry away from the room, she just heard the woman yell for the maesters.

(Y/n) jumped on the bed next to her lord husband, cupping his porcelain face with her bloody hands, staining his flesh with his own blood that he had shed as a desperate declaration of love and devotion, “how peculiar” she thought, hours ago she was covered in her own blood as a minor sacrifice for life to be brought into this world, now she was smearing Aegons blood who attempted to take his own life, a life had been created and a life was being taken.

“It’s alright, it’s alright he is going to be alright”

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little-bloodied-angel · 3 months

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This morning I woke up and my right leg was screaming. The pain was so intense and brutal it was what woke me; I had to sink my teeth into my pillow and scream, too. Every cell from hip to knee is (yes, still) burning, liquid acid going through my veins; and the calf is strained and cramped and protesting the extra work as hard as it can.

I still had to use the bathroom; when I tried to stand up it buckled, like a lightning bolt went through it, and I went to the floor. Even just rotating in bed to get out was agonizing on my hip. My foot was numb, full of pins and needles for lack of proper circulation.

I limped there, dragging my leg behind, supporting my weight on the wall and gritting my teeth. The process of sitting down and standing up almost made me black out.

Over the sink, I looked at myself in the mirror and willed myself not to cry. When I came back into my room I caught sight of my medications on my bedside table, the myriad of pills I'll be taking for as long as I live. The Tramadol on top of them was mocking me, and I did cry then.

I remember everything my body could do. I remember flying. I remember the fall, too, the agonized animal screams that seemed to come from outside my body, the brutal audible SNAP of muscle and tendon, the bone against the hardwood, the hushed whisper-shouts of "get help -she can't move -she can't walk -god, her leg!"

The doctor's office and his placid smile as he told me I was "lucky" because my ACL didn't require surgery at the same time he delivered my death sentence, or what may as well been.

"A career in ballet is no longer an option for you".

I know he didn't understand how people who dance with the goals I did live and die for that dancing. He thought I was young and I'd find something else to do. I was young and a part of me died in that accident and I had to bury it.

I remember a different doctor, a different office, her worried face scanning my psychiatric history like she thought I'd kill myself right in front of her because of the diagnosis as she told me what I already knew.

"You have fibromyalgia. I'll prescribe medication to manage it, you have to be careful with it. But..."

But it'll never get better. You'll always hurt. It'll get worse. I already knew that. I just wanted someone to sign on it, because it turns out that when doctors perceive you as female, complaints of chronic pain tend to fall by the wayside, particularly if you have a history of mental illness. She took me seriously. She warned me about my leg, about what a flareup would do somewhere I'm already hurting all the time, and I kept myself from barking at her I fucking know, that's part of what it's been like for almost a decade because at least she believed me.

I mourned my body again, all the same.

I lay in bed gripping my thigh, trying to will the spasms down, trying to decide between yelling and sobbing, trying to figure out why: had I slept on it wrong? Was it the weather? It had hurt after walking too much on Monday, but not as much as I expected; a delayed reaction? It didn't matter, in the end; it wasn't going to take the pain away.

I thought of Izzy, as I tore my lips apart with my teeth to feel something that wasn't my damn leg. I thought of how real he felt, the tears and the screaming, the gritted teeth, the suicidal loss of identity. The loneliness. I thought of his stubbornness, his progress. How much both of those realities meant. How they thrashed it all, in one moment, and all but told us, the ones that feel like him, "when the desire to die comes back just do it. You've outlived what you were, so who you are has *had enough*", and my mouth tasted like blood for more than one reason.

He meant so much. He could have meant so much more. And we have to wipe the spit of this insult from our faces and carry on and accept it was part of a happy ending.

He might've forgiven it all; he was a character and you made him. I don't. I won't. I'm still here, with my pain and anger, and I refuse to die so the people who want me gone can live in peace. And I refuse to be quiet and accept that for a happy ending I should fade away.

If you can't understand this anger, at least don't insult me and others like me by telling us there's no reason for it.

I'm hazy with pain and aware that I'm rambling. But whatever I don't bleed in ink will poison me.

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xxchumanixx · 11 months

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Come Back To Me

Kakashi Hatake x reader

Warnings: character death, grief, angst, fluff

He promised you, after all.

Authors note: Let me know what you think of this. It's my first time writing on tumblr (I think) and my first time writing for Kakashi as well. This had been living in my head for a while so I decided to make something of it. Please know that English is not my first language. Word count: 912 words

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Pain.

Sheer pain that rippled through your body, tearing every fiber of your being into shreds.

Your heart crushed under the heavy weight of loss, as you saw him.

His limp body held up by the rocks that surrounded him, his face up towards the sky, as if he was gazing at the stars, waiting for them to appear. The wind brushed through his silver hair, causing it to move in delicate waves.

You let go of the breath you didn't notice you had held in, letting go of it in a cry of pain.

Chouji looked up from the body of his father, only then noticing your current state. You brushed past him, stumbling towards your mentor, your sensei – your love.

Falling to your knees right in front of him, not caring about the rubble scraping at your skin. Tears streamed down your face, blurring your vision.

You knew it from the moment you saw him, not being able to feel his chakra anymore. Hell, you knew it the moment Tsunade suddenly gasped in shock when you helped the ANBU to protect her, only confirming it when she didn’t answer Chouji’s question as to what was about him.

Your fingers brushed away the hair that had fallen onto his face, softly grabbing it in your hand; caressing his cheeks as if he was still there.

“No…” you mumbled, as the tears started to intensify, erupting a series of sobs to break free. Your forehead met his and you felt just how cold his skin was. Fingers digging into his hair you tried to ground yourself, failing miserably as another wave of sobs racked through you, shaking the both of you.

You heard Chouji say something, followed by a shout. It crashed, as a harsh blow hit you, ripping your lover from your hands, before everything went dark.

“Here, your favorite tea.”

You sat up straighter as he placed the cup in front of you, before placing a similar one beside it.

He sat down beside you on the ground, sighing at the simple action. Life as a shinobi wasn’t easy, and it certainly wasn’t for his body.

It was silent, as you watched the steam rise from the cups, pondering over something that nagged at your mind for quite some time now.

“Kakashi.” You finally spoke up, grabbing the cup in your hands, blowing at the hot liquid as you waited for a response. He hummed, before grabbing his own cup.

You bit down on your lip nervously. Sure, he was your sensei, and you weren’t even allowed to be in his apartment this late at night, sitting next to him, looking at his face without the typical ninja mask.

Though you were already 19, seeing as you were a few years older than the others when joining the training, you were still his student alongside Naruto and Sakura.

He had long shown you his face, feeling comfortable enough to do so.

But you loved him, and you couldn’t help it that he returned the feelings. It was a long way to where the two of you were now, always hiding in the shadows and behind closed curtains.

“Promise me something.” You asked of him, to which he turned his head, his silver eye meeting yours. “No matter what happens, promise me you’ll always come back. Please.”

His brows furrowed and the light of the ceiling lamp reflected in his headband as he tilted his head at your plea. However, the terrified look in your eyes must have convinced him not to ask about it.

He nodded, placing his cup back on the small table. “I promise, Y/N.” You breathed a sigh of relief, finally being able to relax a little.

With Pain threatening peace in Konoha, life felt heavier on your shoulders than it already was.

You shuffled a little closer to him on the ground, feeling the warmth radiate from his skin. He placed an arm around you, dragging you even closer until you were buried in his side.

He placed a kiss on the top of your head. “I promise.”

You woke with a start, coughing up a handful of sand and dirt. It took a moment to clear your vision, your head spinning from the rapid movement of sitting up.

You noticed Chouji, sitting a few feet beside you with his father lying in front of him.

Your eyes widened, when you remembered what had happened. Frantically looking around, you found him next to you.

Choking on your breath you tried to suppress the tears, feeling yourself begin to hyperventilate while doing so.

“Y/N.” the snale beside you gathered your attention. “You need to calm down, you’re hyperventilating.” As if I didn’t already know that. You thought to yourself, feeling the anger bubble up inside you.

Slowly, your gaze landed back on Kakashi. You pushed yourself onto your knees, sitting beside him. The salt of the tears streaming down your face made the irritated skin burn.

But you didn’t care, not when the person who meant the most to you lay dead in front of you.

Your hands found his jacket, gripping it harshly as your breathing fastened again. “You promised.” You managed to sob, shoulders shaking. “You promised to come back.”

The tears intensified, as your head found a place on top of his chest.

“Y/N.” Chouji tried to reach out to you, but the snale, whose name you didn’t bother to remember, stopped him. “Don’t.” she advised him. “She just lost the love of her life. Let her grieve.”

The look on Chouji’s face must have been priceless, had it been any other situation. He stuttered something incoherent, before falling silent again.

You heard him telling Kakashi that he accomplished his last mission, before he broke down in tears as well.

That Konoha was left only a mere landscape slipped your attention. It had been destroyed as Pain created a big shock wave, destroying everything in his path.

You didn’t pay much attention to the others talking about Naruto fighting Pain, eventually succeeding in doing so.

“Hey, that’s not fair.” You giggled, as the man beside you kept tickling you.

He had every right to do so, seeing as you started by tickling him first. But, of course, you wouldn’t admit that he was right out loud.

“Ka-Kakashi!” you managed to get out between laughs; trying to push him off you, causing the both of you to fall backwards on the pillows spread on the ground, him on top of you.

His breath fanned over your face as he stopped tickling you, causing goosebumps to erupt all over your heated skin. A satisfied smirk split his lips and you huffed.

You were trapped and you knew it.

His silver eye sparkled in the light from above, his hair hanging in his face. You wanted to protest, but more than a “You-” wasn’t able to get past your lips, as his connected with yours, swallowing every word of protest.

With a sigh you let him devour your lips, parting them to grant his tongue access. He gladly took the invitation, as his hands roamed the skin of your hips.

“Kakashi!” a voice you first couldn’t place tore you from your dreams. You blinked in confusion, trying to get rid of the sleep fogging your mind.

The voice belonged to Chouji you soon realized, before your eyes found the source of his excitement. The place in front of you where Kakashi lied only a few minutes ago was empty.

Panic made your heart race, as you tried to understand what happened. When your eyes landed on the figure sitting beside you, it stopped, before it started beating even faster.

How was this possible?

His silver eye found yours, as tears started to form in them, making your eyes sting from all the previous crying. With a sob you threw yourself into his arms, clinging to him for dear life.

His arms encircled your body, tightly holding you against him. How was he alive? Not that you complained, though. You were sure you had to thank Naruto for that.

“You’re alive.” You managed to say between sobs, gripping the material of his jacket even tighter. “I-I- I thought I lost you.”

It took a moment for him to respond, as his mind had trouble coping with everything that had happened. “I am.” He then weakly replied, his hand brushing through your hair. “I promised you I’d come back.”

The realization of almost losing him came crushing down on you like a wave, stealing your breath. He died and hadn’t it been for Naruto than he would have never come back.

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On the way through the woods you met Naruto, weakly leaning against a tree.

“Rest a little.” Kakashi told him, before taking the boy on his back. “I’ll carry you.” You couldn’t suppress the teary smile that stretched your lips. He was already back to looking out for others, for his students.

When you entered the village, almost everyone that lived in Konoha came to greet Naruto. Kids clung to him, before Sakura appeared, smacking him upon the head for being so reckless. However, the bone crushing hug she engulfed him in afterwards betrayed her worry for him.

She took him to the others, who cheered for him, throwing him into the air.

Kakashi smiled behind his mask, you could tell at the little wrinkles around his eyes. When he caught you staring at him, he put a hand around your waist, tugging you into his side.

That you were in public and no one except for Chouji knew of your relationship didn’t seem to faze him in the slightest. Seeing that everyone was fussing over Naruto whilst calming down from the fight earlier, made you relax a little.

No one would pay attention to you two, and the ones who did could assume that you were supporting Kakashi's weight.

His fingers traced patterns on your skin and you smiled at the fondness.

“Marry me.” He suddenly spoke, keeping his gaze on the crowd of people. Your heart missed a beat, not sure if you heard him right.

You looked at him in shock, causing him to chuckle under his breath before tilting his head in your direction, his gaze meeting yours. “Marry me, Y/N.” he repeated his words.

You let go of the breath you head held in, letting a chuckle of your own escape your lips. You were helplessly in love and you knew you were always going to say yes to the man beside you, never leaving his side.

After all he promised to come back.

So, your answer was clear.

“Yes.”

#kakashi sensei #kakashi fluff #kakashi hatake #kakashi x y/n #kakashi x you #kakashi x reader #kakashi hatake x you #kakashi hatake x reader #fluff #angst with a happy ending #angst #naruto

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niallsgoldhoop · 2 months

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small talk

niall horan one shot seven thousand words cw - sexual content, harsh language, spitting, spanking, name calling

The lighting inside of this place is dim, but not dim enough that I can’t still make out the slight tan line from where my wedding ring used to sit.

Calloused fingers with tan skin, the thin sliver on my ring finger where my ring used to sit taunts me of what I miss more than anything in this world.

I dropped the kids off a few hours ago and my heart hurts knowing that I’m going to be without their sweet laughs and giggles for the next three days, making my weekend longer than it should have ever been in the first place.

Amber liquid sits in the glass tumbler in front of me, the same drink that she used to order, one that still tastes like her if I close my eyes and think about it hard enough. I try not to let my thoughts wander, knowing that she’s the last person I want to even start to think of.

With the sleeves of my cream colored shirt rolled up, I trace the pattern of the stitched design with my fingertips. I remember how dumb that my comments were when Rigby bought me this shirt, how I went on and on about how something could cost this much, making a complete ass out of myself in the moment.

Now I wear it when I want to remember her the most.

As I think about her, I curse myself and down the rest of my glass before holding my fingers in the air, signaling that I need another round to take my mind off of everything it doesn’t need to be on.

She wasn’t here.

Rigby wasn’t here.

I sigh as the waitress drops off another drink to my seat at the bar, leaving me with a wink that makes my stomach curl. Bringing the old fashioned up to my lips, I let my eyes scan across the bar and study the people that mill about inside.

You’ve got women out with their friends, men dressed up in suits looking for a release at the end of the work day, guys out just to watch the game, and then there’s me…

A guy looking to forget the brunette with green eyes that stole his heart inside of a pub almost a decade ago.

Rigby and I.

Fuck if were the match of a lifetime.

Shaking my head, I try to clear my head of the way she always looked in the mornings — her least favorite time of day.

Even after Rory and Finn were born, Rigby hated mornings and even our children took after her. So there I was, stuck with three cranky children every morning.

Rory and Finn were cranky until they got chocolate chips on their waffles while Rigby was cranky up until the first ‘I Love You’ came from my lips, nothing a kiss in our pantry couldn’t solve.

Unable to control my thoughts I lift the glass to my lips and tilt it towards the ceiling, letting the rest of it glide down my throat and wash down the memories of yesterday's past.

When I place the glass back on the bartop, I hear the bell to the entrance open and my eyes can’t help but look at who the newest occupant is.

My eyes zero in on a pair of emerald green heels, straps wrapped around delicate ankles that tie into a perfect bow. Following the flawless skin of the longest legs I’d ever laid eyes on, my eyes take in every detail about the black dress that ends just at the knee but with a slit that rides all the way up to the upper part of their thigh.

If their legs weren’t catching my attention for the first time tonight, the perfect tease of cleavage hidden behind the sinfully low neckline would do the trick.

Shifting on the barstool, my cock twitches in my pants when the blonde turns around and shows off her perfect ass.

My god.

In a last ditch effort to make sure I didn’t look like a fucking psychopath, I pull out my phone.

A smile spreads across my face to see both of my little hellions on the screen. Rory was standing in front of me with her little hot pink soccer jersey and holding her new first place trophy while Finn was wearing his own little green soccer jersey, crying and reaching for his sister's trophy because he wasn’t interested in the one he already had in his own hand.

Rory’s pigtails were crooked because even after five years I still couldn’t get them straight, not that she ever let me forget saying ‘mommy could do them right’.

I know, kid.

I know she could.

Closing my eyes, I try not to think about her.

Again.

“Is this seat taken?” A feminine voice makes me snap open my eyes, looking to my left to see the vivacious blonde standing next to me with her gaze on the open barstool next to me. “If not, that's okay.”

If I thought she looked incredible from across the room, I surely wasn’t prepared for how she would look standing right next to me.

“No, no. Go ahead.”

The smell of her perfume lingers as she sits in the chair, crossing one leg over the other and exposing even more of her thigh that makes me feel like I can’t focus on anything else.

Bad Niall.

“God, this place is busy.” Her voice is smooth and rich, much like the drink I wish I hadn’t already had. “Can I get a margarita on the rocks please?”

I watch as she captivates the bartender, his eyes veering very, very far from her face as she orders and for once — I can’t blame him because my eyes are already there too.

Quickly regaining any sense of decency left in my body, I subconsciously rub my left ring finger, still feeling as empty as I always do without it.

“Long day?”

Turning to face the blonde woman, a half smile stretches across my face as I run my hand through my hair, thinking back to this morning.

One with two grumpy children, neither of which could be consoled by a handful of chocolate chips.

Rory wanted to wear her Rapunzel dress to school, which was impossible considering they were going on a field trip to a farm. Even after I kneeled in front of her and explained it, she still threw herself on the tile floor and cried.

I swear she cried harder than I did when she walked away from me and into the door of her kindergarten class on the first day of school.

Then we have Finn.

While Rory was crying over her inability to be able to annihilate her dress from Disney World that my parents bought her in Paris when we visited, Finn was crying over how many green fruit loops were in his cereal bowl.

Apparently today he all of a sudden hates the color green. Even after I picked all the green ones out, he still wouldn’t stop crying, claiming the whole bowl was contaminated.

By the time I got both of my children loaded in the car — Rory in her Rapunzel dress and Finn with a stomach full of Lucky Charms — I was an hour late to The Bunk Off.

“Yeah, I guess you could say that.” Her eyes linger on mine while I speak, making me almost forget that my children were absolute heathens. “Long day for you too?”

She blows out a breath, followed by a light laugh as she breaks her gaze from me to thank the bartender for the drink he put down in front of her. “Oh, always. You try working in an office of men who constantly act like the world owes them something and tell me you don't leave working needing some kind of release.”

No, don’t even think about it.

Bad, bad Niall.

While I told myself I would just have a couple drinks and head back home to an empty house, I find myself ordering another drink and shifting in my seat so my body leans into the woman just the slightest bit.

Curious, I raise my brow in her direction. “What do you do?”

“Divorce lawyer.” I don’t miss the way her lips turn up into a smile at her own answer. “I spend my entire day with men who want to act like children which means I pay an astronomical amount of money to drink at a hotel bar. But it works out in my favor because I always take advantage of the spa the next day.”

Now that she’s closer to me, I can smell her perfume. It’s nothing too heavy, but a light fruity scent that could draw anyone in.

“I could see how that would guarantee the need for drinks on a Friday night. You have my utmost praise for dealing with man-children all day.” A soft laugh falls from my lips and mixes with her own as she rolls her eyes, making my mind think about whether she rolls her eyes in other situations as well. “Cheers to men who don’t act like children.”

My glass hovers in the air as she eyes it intensely, so much so that I’m about to set my glass back on the bartop before she clinks them together, taking a long drink out of hers through the skinny straw that’s been provided.

“Reese.” Thrusting her hand out in front of me, I study it with a careful eye.

Taking her hand gently in my own, I make note of the softness of her skin — a feeling that I haven't felt in what feels like forever. “Niall.”

Devoid of an engagement ring or a wedding ring, I let out a quick breath.

Definitely don’t want to go down that road again.

Imagine being so close to your own climax when the woman underneath you tells you that she’s married.

“So, Niall.. What brings you here alone? Surely you’ve got to be married or at least dating someone?” Looking at me over her glass, I can practically see the gears turning in this woman’s head. “If not, then I'm sorry for assuming.”

“No, no.” Liquor coats my tongue as I search for the right answer. “No girlfriend and uh, no wife.”

The feeling of the words coming off of my tongue makes me feel slightly nauseated, like I’d rather chop my own tongue off than have to say them again.

Reese doesn’t respond, she just nods before averting her gaze away from me.

At this angle, I can make out the gentle slope of her nose as well as her high cheekbones. Pair that with the elegant way her neck seems to curve down into her shoulders and you’ve got an incredible sight for sore eyes.

“So tell me, what do you do? You know what I do, so what does the quietest man in this bar do?”

Running my hand through my hair, I watch her eyes move to my bicep as her tongue runs along her bottom lip. I haven’t forgotten about the way my pants are fitting tighter as she shifts in her seat, the slightest change in the way she’s crossing her legs in her chair and it stirs something deep inside me.

“Well, I own a pub.”

Cocking her head to the side, I can’t help but laugh. “If you own your own place then why are you here — drinking?”

Shifting in her seat, I try not to let it show the moment her foot makes contact with my calf.

“I’ll let you in on a secret..” Taking a deep breath and blocking any outside thoughts from

my brain, I lean over and let my lips brush against her ear. “I don’t like to mix business with pleasure, you know? It can make for a very, very messy cleanup.”

I know I’m not imagining it when I hear the way her breath catches in her chest or the way I see her fingers flex on the glass of her drink, clearly I’m not the only one aroused in this conversation.

“How messy exactly?” With her glass to her lips I watch as she swallows down the last of her drink, willing myself not to come undone when her tongue glides alone her bottom lip to make sure she tastes every last drop of the liquor. “Actually, just say nothing. I think I can picture it.”

What is happening right now?

“Excuse me, can I get my check?” My breath catches in my throat as she places her hand on my thigh while she leans forward to signal the bartender. “You can add his to my tab.”

“No, no— you don’t have to do that! Here.” Reaching into my pocket, I pull out my wallet and grab my card and all but throw it at the bartender who could care less. “I’m not about to let you do that.”

Besides, I haven’t paid for another woman’s drinks in years.

I guess now is as good a time as ever to start.

While the man runs my card, I turn to find her already looking at me with a look that I can’t run and hide from, not with her stare on me.

In my entire existence, I think the only other time that I’ve felt time drag on as long as it is waiting for this man to bring me back my card resulted in the birth of my two children.

But as I sit here, time drags on so slowly I think it’s been at least a year when the man hands me the receipt and pen.

Signing my name down at the bottom, I stand from my stool at the same time my new companion abandons hers. Looking at me from over her shoulder, I can’t stop the way my eyes trail down her body — thinking what I’m going to do when I’m alone with her.

We walk in silence to the elevator but the energy between us is buzzing, like a live power line that’s been knocked down by a powerful storm.

Stepping in behind her, I lick my lips as she peers up at me with a familiar mischievous glint to her emerald eyes. Turning and pressing her ass into me, my hands immediately grip her waist and pull her into me as my lips fall to her neck.

“Where to, Niall?”

A low laugh falls from my lips as I let the lust that’s been fueling my body for the last hour and half take over as I bite down on her earlobe.

“Straight up to your room.”

Bringing my attention to her neck, I nip and suck at her smooth skin and smile into my actions when I hear a whimper fall from her lips as her hands clutch mine along her waist. “Fuck, touch me. Please.

“You want me to touch you in this elevator, baby?” My words are hot on her skin yet goosebumps race across the surface as one of my hands slide from her waist to the apex of her thighs and slips under her dress. “What floor are you on?”

She doesn't answer me as she tips her head back onto my shoulder, the blonde hair smelling faintly of pear shampoo. “I’m on the twenty third floor.”

“Think I can get you off that fast? Hmm?” Smirking against her skin, my finger runs along the drenched material that covers her center. “I need you to answer me or I’m not going to touch you at all.”

“Yes, but anybody can get on this elevator though!” I can sense the panic in her voice as I slip the material to the side and run my finger through her.

I moan out at how wet she is for me. “Guess I better be quick then.”

Without waiting for a response, I thrust my middle finger into her at the same time my other hand finds her pebbled nipple through her dress and brings it between my thumb and pointer finger which makes her throw her head back with a loud moan.

“Gonna take my fingers here in this elevator? Didn’t know you were so easy.” Adding another finger to her pleasure, I make sure to put extra pressure on her clit as I work the area quicker while continuing my assault on her neck.

Her hand grips my wrist as we both stare at the numbers climbing on the elevator wall. “Me either, fuck. Niall!”

“Come on, do my fingers feel that good? Already feel your tight cunt clenching around them. All you have to do is let go, relax. If you want it, you can have it.” Husky and low, my own voice is mixed with a moan when she reaches behind her and grips me through my pants. “You wanna touch my cock, is that it?”

“Yes.”

Her breathless moans finally reach their peak when we pass the nineteenth floor as she comes all over my fingers, silently moaning out into the air of this elevator before letting her body relax back into mine to catch her breath.

While I may be having sex with a women in a hotel, I’ve not forgotten my manners as I kiss the side of her neck and run my hand up and down her waist before the elevator door opens and we walk out onto her floor.

“I’m in, um, fuck.. Room 2334.”

Silently we make our way around the corner and I don’t dare take my eyes off her ass as it sways from side to side in her black dress, the way her long legs look make me imagine them wrapped around my waist which is exactly where I intend to have them in the next five minutes.

The card beeps once it’s been waved in front of the automatic lock, swinging open to reveal a large room with floor to ceiling windows and a massive king sized bed in the middle.

In my moment of weakness for the skyline of Boston, two delicate hands push against my chest and make my back slam against the door. “Cat got your tongue?”

Lips meet mine at an urgent speed, immediately parting my own and letting me taste the liquor that still lies on her tongue. I moan into the kiss when I feel those same hands leave my chest behind to fall to my waistline, undoing my pants and pulling them down just far enough that my aching cock springs up against my stomach.

“Look at you. You were so quick to comment how wet I was as you fucked me with your fingers on the elevator, but look at you..” My mouth hangs open as she strokes me with determination, her thumb coming out to swipe at the precome leaking from my swollen tip. “You’re so hard for me and I’ve barely touched you, Ni.”

I can feel her leave open mouthed kisses along my neck as she stops to bite along the skin every so often, making me thrust up into her hand at a slow pace.

Not enough that I’m going to come undone, but enough that the friction is driving me crazy.

“Shit, I didn’t know the woman I was meeting tonight was such a tease.” There’s a hint of sarcasm to my voice, but mostly it’s just driven by lust as I look into her eyes just seconds before she lowers herself to her knees in front of me.

“No small talk, it just gets in the way.”

Those are her final words before she takes me into her heavenly warm and wet mouth, her tongue flattening underneath my heavy cock as she sucks and bobs her head at a dangerous pace.

The back of my head hits the door as pleasure shoots through every single nerve fiber in my body, from the tips of my fingers to the tips of my toes I can feel myself getting burned by the fire.

“Baby, fuck.” Tangling my fingers into the blonde hair, I choke on my own moan when she pulls off of me only to flick her tongue on the most sensitive part of me. “If you don’t stop I'm going to come, fuck. Rigby.”

The name falls from my lips at the same time that my eyes snap open and the motion between my legs stops two seconds before the woman between my legs laughs.

“Seriously Niall? Again?” Standing up from her place on the floor, Rigby looks at me with her bright green eyes full of humor. “Are you going to forget whatever name I pick every time we do this?”

I reach forward with both hands and pull her to me as my lips find hers in a messy and passionate kiss, making sure that the very convincing blonde wig she’s managed to put on comes off, letting her brunette hair fall free around us.

“To be fair, I doubt you want to hear me moan out another woman’s name while your pussy milks me for everything that I have. Am I wrong?” Reaching my hand to her side, I pull on the tiny zipper and groan as the fabric falls to the floor. “Also, I can only act for so long. You own me, clover. Don’t like acting like I’m not married to the finest woman I’ve ever fucking seen.”

Standing in front of me now is the same woman I fell in love with all those years ago.

Only now, she’s got a couple more tattoos and her body is even curvier.

I didn’t think it was possible to be more turned on by Rigby, but watching her carry and give birth to our children?

Watching her tell me it wasn’t the end of the world that Rory got a Rapunzel dress muddy — saying we owned a washing machine for a reason?

Watching her tell Finn that when the color green hurts her feelings she eats Lucky Charms — the cereal daddy always brings her to cheer her up?

Yeah.

I’m never not turned on by my wife.

“Okay, you’ve proved your point.” Rigby sounds breathless as I lean down to kiss her again, taking my kiss from her lips and down her neck and making sure to suck a dark bruise just below where the collar of her work blouses sit. “I love you, fuck.”

Gently nipping at her sensitive nipple, my hands wrap around her waist to flip her backwards and press her ass against my throbbing cock as I walk us forward as I leave kisses against her temple.

The view of Boston spreads out in front of us as we stop in front of the window. “I love you too, clover. Now let me show you.”

Wrapping an arm around her collarbone, her back curves into my chest as I push her forward and her body presses into the cool window eliciting a gasp from the temperature change against her hot skin.

Finding her swollen clit like it’s my home, my fingers work like they’ve never had another job in their life while I bring her nipple between my pointer finger and my thumb again while I pinch hard enough that she moans and I feel her body shiver in my arms.

Over the years, Rigby and I have explored our sex lives more than we ever thought possible.

Both of us are kinky as hell, which works in both of our favor.

Tonight wasn’t the first time we met in a bar and acted like we didn’t know each other, and it sure as hell won’t be the last time either.

The same goes for being able to read each other’s bodies like a well worn book. I know that as soon as I apply almost enough pressure for it to be painful to her nipple and thrust two fingers into her, that she’ll come on the spot.

So that’s what I do.

“Good girl, that’s my baby.” Kissing the back of her neck, I hug her body into mine as her legs tremble from trying to hold herself up. “You look so beautiful when you come for me, so fucking beautiful. You know that, right?”

Turning in my arms, I kiss her and walk backwards to the bed and turn us at the last second and lay her down on the million thread count sheets. “Mmhmm, you tell me all the time, charms.”

“Good, don’t you forget it either.” Shedding the rest of my clothes, my eyes meet hers.

I kiss her gently and rest my palms on the mattress to hold my body above hers while I slide down, taking her nipple in my mouth and teasing her until she squirms underneath me. “Want to taste you again, Niall. Please.”

Hearing the most powerful woman on the planet beg for me?

Am I supposed to say no to that?

“Here.” Laying down on the bed, she raises one eyebrow in my direction. “You sit on my face and let me fuck you with my tongue while you fuck me with your mouth, yeah?”

As eager as ever, Rigby throws her legs over my torso and faces the foot of the bed while she shuffles backwards until her perfect wet, pink pussy rests right above my mouth.

Running my hands up her thighs, I take a greedy handful of her ass in each palm before pulling her down to sit on my face while moaning out at the feeling of her taking my cock all the way into the back of her throat.

She tastes like the only thing I want for the rest of my life as I flatten my tongue and run it through her, using the tip of the strong muscle to flick against her clit which makes her whimper against my cock and the vibrations from that have me leaking into her mouth at a rapid rate.

While I feast on her, she uses her hand to wrap around me and twist while she brings her mouth up and down on me in a perfect combination that she knows will have me coming down her throat if she keeps it up.

Not to be outdone, I bring one hand off her ass and bring it down hard enough to make her jerk on top of me at the same time I bring her clit into my

mouth, sucking harshly and nibbling the spot with my teeth and with one final spank, she comes again for me at the same time she brings me to my own demise, swallowing everything as she tries to ride out her own orgasm.

“Rigby, fuck.” Out of breath, she rolls next to me on the bed before kissing me, letting her tongue meet mine so we can taste each other. “My perfect wife.”

I cradle her chin in my hand as I look at her while my other hand reaches to tuck a strand of her sweaty hair behind her ear.

All these years she’s been there for me.

When Harry and I opened another pub, she was there for me. Crunching the numbers and offering her advice all along the way.

When I had to quit playing recreational soccer because I broke my leg? She was there. Taking me to therapy and forcing me to do the exercises even when I didn't want to, making me better.

When I cried the day my little girl walked into kindergarten like she didn’t need her daddy anymore? She was there to remind me that I got to scare away every boy who came into her life for the rest of eternity.

As she smiles at me right now, it’s full of bliss and it’s lazy.

She’s been just as busy as I have been over the years.

Carrying both of our children through high risk pregnancies, not to mention coming out a survivor through two miscarriages that broke both of us to the core.

Rigby was now an owner of Byrne & Klein, owned by her and June. They bought out the men, making them one of the top women owned and ran accounting firms on the East Coast.

My brilliant, brilliant lover.

Not to mention, we both coached the kids soccer team and although I was calm and collected.. Rigby found her way back out into the parking lot more often than not for using one too many colorful words one too many times.

“My perfect, Ni.” Finding my lips with hers, she starts a lazy, passionate kiss.

It doesn’t take long for it to become needy, it never does.

Throwing one leg over me, I cup Rigby’s perfect tits in my hand with a rough squeeze when she rocks her center against me. “You still hard for me, baby?”

“I’m always hard for you, what do you mean?” I laugh into her kiss for only a second before I tip my head back at the feeling of her clit rubbing against the sensitive ridge of my cock. “You gonna fuck me, clover mama?”

“Always.” I watch in awe as she positions me at her entrance and sinks down on me in one motion, not being able to decide if I want my eyes on her face, tits, or where we are connected. “Ah, fuck. You fill me up so fucking good, always full when you are inside me. Fucking me. Loving me.”

Placing my hands on her waist I match her rhythm as I fuck into her, my rough movements making her tits bounce with so much force I’ve decided I’m never looking away from them as I lean up to nip her with my teeth a couple of times.

“I need more, Niall. I need it.”

Her wish is my command as I pull her down flush with my chest and slam my hips up into her as she cries out into my chest at the pressure, giving her exactly what she needs.

“Are you going to come again for me? Let yourself go all over my cock?” My own voice is strained as I try to hold myself together, knowing that she’s about to be so pissed at me. “Come on, don’t be shy.”

Hair sticks to her forehead and her body is covered in a sheen of sweat as I feel her start to contract around me, squeezing me so good that I have no choice but to pull out before I let go before I’m ready.

“Are you fucking joking me?” Red cheeks match the animosity in her gaze as I roll us over, bending down to suck her clit in my mouth for a few seconds which has her screaming out before I pull back and sit on my heels, pumping my cock slowly in my hand as I look down at her gorgeous body. “Fuck you, asshole. I was so close.”

“No, I’m not joking.” Slapping the side of her thigh, I gesture towards the bed with my chin. “Get on your hands and knees.”

“No.” If there’s one thing about Rigby, it’s that she’s going to be a brat. “Don’t tell me what to do.”

Reaching up, I grip her jaw harshly but soft enough that I know I won't hurt her. “I said get on your hands and knees for me, slut.”

A moan comes from deep in her throat and I smirk as the fire I love so much blazes in her eyes. “Or what? You gonna punish me, daddy?”

Strengthening my grip enough to keep her mouth open, I lean over her and spit directly onto her tongue, watching as her eyes roll back into her head before she swallows.

“Is that what you want? For me to punish you? For me to fuck you so hard you can’t see straight, hmm?” I know my words have the desired effect when Rigbys breath hitches in her chest and she nods a moment before breathing out a yes.

Tilting my head down, I let a low chuckle fall from my lips before I lean back over her and instead of gripping her jaw — I drop my hand to her neck, putting pressure in the places she needs it to get a proper, safe head rush.

“I said, get on your hands and knees..” Biting her bottom lip, I pull it back roughly and when I see a small drop of crimson, I flick my tongue across the spot to collect it. “Right the fuck now.”

Finally rolling onto her stomach, I pull her hips up as my palm runs down the middle of her back to push her face down into the mattress before taking her hands, clasping them together and holding them behind her back.

With my other hand I smooth it over the porcelain skin of her ass before cracking my palm against it, making her cry out. “What’s our rule, hmm?”

“I, it’s— Ah!”

Bringing my palm down in the same place, I watch as the skin turns slightly pink from the impact.

“Rigby, I asked you a question.” Trading which of my hands hold hers, I repeat my actions on her other ass cheek, watching her jolt and moan beneath me. “I expect you to answer me.”

“If I want to act like a brat..” A moan falls from her lips as I slide two fingers inside of her, moaning myself at how fucking wet she is. “Then I get treated like a brat.”

“Correct.” I pull my fingers back only to fuck into her with three and the sounds filling up the room have my cock painfully aching with how turned on I am, it’s insane. “Listen, I know you thought you were going to get to come again around my cock, but how about you beg for it instead.”

Pushing her hips back into my hand, I bring my palm down on her skin. “Please, I—“

“You what? If you want my cock, you beg for it while I fuck you with my fingers and until I think you’ve begged enough, yeah? Do not even think about coming until I say you can or we are going to start this all over again. Do you understand me?”

Nodding into the mattress, I let out a quick prayer that I can hang on as my fingers find the spot that drivers her wild. “Please, Niall. Fuck, fuck.. I need you.”

“You’re going to have to do better than that.” Picking up my pace, I ease another finger into her and listen as she moans out incoherent phrases at the feeling.

“I'll do anything. I need your cock, need you to fill me up..” I watch as her eyes roll back into her head as her body jerks when I find a particularly delicious spot inside of her. “Your come needs to be inside me, baby. I want it so bad. There's not anything I want more than to milk your cock so good, fill me up until I’m spilling out for you..”

With that I pull my fingers out of her and line my throbbing cock up with her, thrusting in all the way and tilting my head up towards the ceiling as my moan is loud and deep, bouncing off the walls. “God, you fucking pull me in like you need me so bad, like this pussy is made for me and only me. Letting me fuck you so goddman hard.”

“Niall.. I’m so close. Please, don’t stop.” I continue to thrust into her deep and hard, making contact with her g-spot and making her legs tremble as we both find ourselves on the edge of our release.

“You feel so good.”

“You know, I really liked the blonde.” My pace picks up as she clenches around me. “You looked so fucking good.”

“You think?” Barely audible from her pleasure, Rigby manages to get the words out. “Maybe I’ll dye it blonde.”

I choke on a moan as I near my end, getting so close. “It doesn’t matter if you dye your hair hot pink, I’m still going to bend you over and fuck you like the slut that you are, yeah clover baby?”

“Ni, give me another baby. Please, fill me up and give me another one.” Her moan is loud as my pace falters at the thought of seeing her pregnant again. “I want it so bad, let me have it.”

Rigby only lasts a couple more strokes as she comes undone, coming so hard that she nearly pushes me out as I finish deep inside of her, filling her with my release.

Staying seated inside of her, I rub my hand up and down her back as she lays spent beneath me. “Did you mean it? Rigby, tell me you meant it.”

Pulling out I roll her over onto her back and can’t help but lean down and kiss her, letting our tongues meet for only a moment. “Yes, I want another baby. Please. Just one more time, give me more.”

“Baby, you’re so tired.” I cup her cheek as I look down at her. “We can talk and keep trying.”

She shakes her head as she looks up at me, determination in her tired eyes. “Please.”

As much as I feel like my orgasm emptied everything from my body, I know that as long as she says please, I’ll do whatever she wants. Looking down I can see where my come is dripping out of her perfect pussy, so I slowly slide back in, leaning over Rigby on my elbows and bringing my lips to hers.

“I love you so much, pretty clover girl.” My hips meet hers in a slow, gentle pace as she tips her head backwards into the pillows. “I’ll give you as many babies as you want.”

Rigby brings her hands up to cup my face as I thrust into her, feeling her legs shake from her overstimulation. “I want as many babies as we can make, love having a family with you, the perfect dad, the perfect husband, the perfect lover.. Oh, fuck.”

I feel as she contracts and releases around me, pumping her through her euphoria as I take one of her nipples in my mouth and suck lightly before I feel myself come again only a few minutes later.

Keeping myself inside of her, I roll us over gently, tucking her into my side as she collapses against me. “We can stay like this for a little while, but then we have to get up and get you cleaned up, okay?”

I can feel her nod into my chest as I run my fingers through her hair, giving her twenty minutes before I’m pulling out of her and carrying her to the bathroom.

“Come on baby, let’s take a bath. Let me clean you up and then we can sleep all night.”

•

As good as it feels to spend the weekend holed up in a hotel, having uninterrupted sex with my wife… There’s not a greater feeling than seeing my kids running towards me and launching themselves into my arms.

“Daddy, daddy! Look what I made!”

I pull back and look down at the paper Rory holds in front of her. “Let me guess… That’s Moana?”

Laughing as Rory looks at her mom with her mouth wide open in shock, she turns back to me with a look of disdain. “No, look, it's Rapunzel! Everyone knows Moana has pretty brown hair like mommy— not yellow. Silly daddy!”

“I’ll show you silly!” Picking her up in her Rapunzel pajamas, I tickle her sides as she squeals and laughs, relaxing her body into mine. “Where’s my other cutie?”

Finn launches himself at Rigbys legs, making her laugh as she stumbles and falls over in the front yard. “Easy buddy!” Reaching for him and pulling him into her arms, she nuzzles him in a motherly embrace while she kisses his little face all over as he laughs and puts his chubby little hands on her cheeks. His dirty blonde hair is a mess but his striking green eyes are full of trouble.

“Pretty mama!” leaving a wet kiss on her cheek, I smile at Rigby as we look at the beautiful and healthy children in our arms.

“How’s my baby girl? Did you have fun at Uncle Harry’s house?” Rory nods in my arms, launching into a story about how Harry dressed up at Ariel while she played in her Rapunzel dress.

Rigby holds Finn in her arms and pinches his little red cheeks before tickling his ribs. “And what about you, what did you and Uncle Harry do?”

“We ate peas!”

Both Rigby and I burst out laughing as Harry joins us and Rigby rolls her eyes, looking at Harry. “I guess there was a reason we gave Finn your middle name. You are both pea lovers and that worries me.”

“Finn loves peas? Yuck!” Rory makes an exaggerated gagging noise as I hear the last member of our family finally making their way out of the house and down to my feet.

“There’s my other girl! What have you done all weekend, Guinny?”

What is it that they say about all dads and the dogs they didn’t want?

Yeah.

That’s me and our black and brown dachshund, Guinness.

At least I got to name her.

“Well other than the one time she threw up in the kitchen? She’s been fine.” I look at Harry as he rolls his eyes before looping his arm around Margo’s waist. “But the resident veterinarian here said she’s fine, someone just fed her too many snacks.”

I don’t even have to guess which child of mine is the snack smuggler, looking at Rory in my arms as she fiddles with her hands in front of her, making eye contact with the birthmark on the side of her left hand.

“Rory James, what have we told you about feeding the doggie too many snacks?” I try to be stern, but she’s so fucking cute with her brown hair and light blue eyes it’s impossible.

She sighs as her shoulders deflate. “That if I feed the doggie too many snacks then her tummy gets upset just like daddy’s does when he eats too much cheese.”

“Exactly.” Rigby smiles as she tries not to laugh just like me. “We gotta remember that, okay? Remember how grumpy daddy gets when he doesn’t feel good?”

“Hey!” Jumping in to defend myself, everyone starts laughing before poking fun in my direction. “Alright, alright. Let’s get out of Uncle Harry’s hair and go home, okay?”

“Kids go get your bags!” Letting go of Rory and Finn, I watch them disappear into my best friend's house as I wrap my arm around Rigby’s waist.

Leaning in, my lips brush against her ear before I kiss her gently.

“Come on, let’s take our babies home, clover baby.”

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You admitting your feels drunk at a party to both of your bffs Steve and Eddie

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loud music, free alcohol and bodies upon bodies was not your idea of a good time but since Steve and Eddie invited you to the party you couldn't say no. They're you're best friends so how could you say no?

You stood in the corner of the room watching people dance, sit, drink and one guy trip over his own two feet, surprisingly enough it wasn't eddie for once. You were out of your element but again you were trying to break out of that comfort and support you friends even if you weren't sure why this counts as support.

"Hey.. pretty... laaady!" A drunk man stumbled up to you swishing the liquid around in his red solo cup. You stood up straight as he lingered in your face. Luckily you could see Steve leaning against the stair case talking to. It was as if Steve could read your mind because next thing you knew Steve was behind the guy tapping his shoulder.

"My I ask why you're bothering her?" Steve puffed up his chest as little while tilting his head to the side.

"Why?? She your girl or something?? " the guy gave you a toothy smile and a poor excuse for a wink making you twist your face in disgust.

"Exactly she is!" You weren't but you'd take it if it meant getting away from the drunken loser. Steve grabbed your hand and lead you away from him towards Eddie. Steve held your hand tightly before wrapping his hands around your waist to make it look like you were a couple since the dunk loser was still watching. Normally you weren't one for drinking , but you grabbed Eddie's beer from his hand causing him to pout before he watched you chug the rest of it down in less than ten seconds. "Damn! That's my babe!" Eddie was proud as he pinched your cheeks before walking away to get another beer. Steve helped you sit down on the staircase before sitting down next to you.

Eddie showed up with two beers and a wine cooler. He gave you the beer and Steve the cooler. You once again chugged half the bottle. "Sweetheart what's going on with you? You don't normally drink." Eddie furrowed his eyebrows together before sitting on the step below you and Steve. You finished up your bottle before wiping your lips with the back of your hand.

"I... I'm not sure how to put this..." you sighed before leaning into Steve' with a small pout on your lips. "I have feelings and lots of them!" You hiccuped with tears on the edge of your eyes. "And they're very strong but okay I ... like like the both of you!" You blurted out before Steve and Eddie started to chuckle. "Hey!! Don't , don't make ... don't laugh!" You pouted before swatting both of them in the chest.

"We're not laughing at you baby, it's just... we both had a feeling." Eddie tipped his bottle at you before he finished it off.

"Eddie's right, the way you watch us all the time, the way your cheeks turn pink when we make something sexual remark about you, the way you get sad when we're not with you all the time. The way you look at us with innocent eyes. Basically anything you do for us, but you know..." Steve leaned in closer. "You're not very quiet and we can hear what you're doing at night to yourself crying our names." Your jaw dropped as your cheeks turned that pretty shade of pink that Steve just mentioned.

"But don't worry pretty baby, we like like you too!" Eddie rubbed your knee slowly before sitting up on one knee and looked at Steve before they smiled at each other, then you and leaned in to kiss each cheek at the same time.

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A Gift II

Part one

TW: mentioned bruises, mentioned kidnapping, implied nudity (in a bathtub and their alone), phobia Whump, triggered haphephobia (fear of being touched), intimate Whumper, non-con touch, implied enjoyment of panic, (let me know if there is more)

The water wrapping around their body like a comforting hug would have made them huddle into it and not leave any time soon, but the circumstances under which this came to be killed any kind of relaxation Whumpee could have had. They were too aware of the soap in their bruises, the shadows lingering outside of the door and the clear lack of natural light. It was obvious that this wasn’t some sick joke. They were truly not meant to get out of this building any time soon. Maybe even never…, the thought about that stung more than the oils in their wounds. They didn’t want to stay here. Of course, they were grateful that the man, Whumper, had been rather kind, but only god knew how long that would last.

With a sad sigh they dove back down into the water, submerging them self in the slowly cooling liquid. They shuddered, not sure why, sending small waves across the surface. It took their everything to ignore the pictures of friends and family flashing in front of their minds eye, reminding them of what they would lose if they didn’t get out of here. They had to get out of here, no matter what.

With that goal in mind, they pushed them self up and out of the water. They snatched the towel off of the heater close by and nearly to squeaked at the comfortable warmth. They dried their body before taking the provided first aid kit on a stand close to the bathtub. They had absolutely no experience at tending wounds, the worst thing they’d ever done was break their arm once and of course they didn’t have to care for it themself. But now they were alone and too afraid to call for anybody who could help them. So Whumpee just did their best to wrap up the worst bruises in the white fabric, hoping that the soap had eliminated any kind of bacteria.

When they were done with that, they turned to the given clothes. It was a big, mint green T-shirt with a V-collar and knee long, slightly too big pants. It was only for sleeping they recalled, not for wandering around the mansion. Whumper probably wouldn’t have been mad at someone, who let them wear rags, if he himself was going to humiliate them by giving them these clothes. After changing, they didn’t know what to do. They just sat on the bathtub wall, waiting for who knows what.

After a few more minutes, Whumpee realised that, whatever they were waiting for, wasn’t going to come. They were alone in a way too big building with someone who claimed them as their own. A gift, that’s all they were. That’s what the man who took them had said.

“You are a gift for the highest of the high! You should appreciate it, so stop crying for fuck sake!” But they did not appreciate it. They couldn’t. And they didn’t think they could be blamed for that.

Before the tears could overwhelm them, they stepped out of the bathroom, startling the maid who had brought them here. They gave each other tired smiles and the woman waved for them to follow her without a word or question about his red and puffy eyes. Maybe she was already familiar with this scenario, Whumpee tried hard to shove that thought out of their mind, but it never fully disappeared. No, it stayed in the back of their head together with other, awfully reasonable ideas.

The hallways that they were lead through felt just a little bit too long, the ceiling being just somewhat too high and and the light felt just vaguely too bright. It was just overwhelming. Everything was. So, when the maid finally stopped in front of a tall, wooden door, they were glad. They could just relax for a little. Until dinner, whenever that might be.

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When Whumpee woke up again, they were warmer than they remembered. It felt weird, like a slightly to tight hug…

They froze and every muscle in their body started to work when they realised that it did not only feel like a hug, it was one. There were arms wrapping around their chest, and a forehead nuzzled in between their shoulder blades. The supposedly gentle touch made them choke on their own fear and they screwed their eyes shut, hoping that, if they didn’t see the hands clawing awful close to their body, the panic would disappear. It didn’t though. They started to get way to aware of the other ones movement. The breath against the shirt, sort of protecting them. The slight brushing of the persons stomach against their back while they breathed. It was too much. Way too much!

Air caught in their throat and every puff of it slowly turned into uncontrollable sobs. They wanted to get out. Out of the grip the bed and this damned house. They just wanted to leave.

The crying, involuntarily growing louder and louder, finally woke the monster sleeping behind them. Its breath quickened and the head was removed from their upper back.

“Oh my, I’m sorry! I must have moved in my sleep.”, Whumper’s voice didn’t sound as apologetic as the words he spoke should have made it and Whumpee forbid themselves from looking behind them, afraid of seeing a smile. They had known this man for a few hours at best, but they were already sure that they knew him well enough to say one thing for certain. He wasn’t sorry at all, no matter what!

The arms were withdrawn and they could finally breath again. Their heartbeat slowed down and their sobbing slowly but surely eased again, turning into quiet whimpers of gratitude. They couldn’t believe it. They were glad that someone respected their fucking boundaries. That this man had the decency to act on his manners, no matter if he wanted to or not. They were glad that they were granted space like it was a privilege! Though, considering their situation, it probably was.

Whumpee could still feel his stare in their neck, but they did nothing. They didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of acknowledgement. They were forced to either stay in this bed with a person triggering their phobias, purposely or not, or to go and sleep on the ground. Biting their cheeks at the realisation, they closed their eyes again, hoping to drift back into sleep before Whumper could act again.

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I have just realised that I have too much free time…

Well, enjoy your whumpy treat and I will see you the next time I get on this App. Who knows when that will be ;) (probably in a few hours though lul)

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It Was Supposed To Be Us - Chapter 3

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

A/N: Getting into some sensitive territory in this part. All characters are aged up.

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Pairing: Neteyam x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Warnings: This chapter contains some potentially triggering content for DV so please proceed with caution. There is also: making out, dry humping, and mentions of a hangover.

Word Count: 3.3k

Summary: Ralu starts to catch wind of your feelings for your "friend".

The morning sun rays seep through to wake you the next day and the light makes your head pound before you’ve even opened your eyes. Your whole body feels heavy like lead and there’s a pressure throbbing behind your eyes. You’re finally able to peel them open and look around. It hurts to move your eyes and they’re puffy. Were you crying? How did you make it home? The last thing you remember was being at the party with Neteyam and then…Ralu. He took you away. And the hurt on Neteyam’s face was evident. The remembering makes your eyes well up with fresh tears. But crying would aggravate your already head-splitting pain. The healing tent probably has some herbs you could take to help you not feel like you’re dying.

Carefully, you push your body from your hammock and change your clothes out of last night’s wardrobe. The clan is already starting to stir awake, and people are getting through their daily chores. Surely, the Tsahik would already be in her tent. The walk to the tent is like torture. As still and quiet as the morning air is, it’s still too loud for your overly sensitive ears right now. You finally make it to the tent, and, to your surprise, Kiri is there with Mo’at. “Oh, hey Kiri, I didn’t expect to see you here.” “Well, I never stopped my training when I was gone so it only made sense to continue when I returned. What are you doing here so early?”

“I have a killer headache right now. Was hoping you might have something that could help get me through the day?” You rub your temples trying to relieve some of the pressure.

“Let me see what we have.” Kiri gestures for you to sit while she shuffles around the tent gathering various herbs and roots. “So, who was that man that you disappeared with last night?” she continues grinding the herbs and adding liquid while she speaks.

You stare at your feet in front of you, partially out of shame, but also because it gives you something to focus on so that you don’t feel so off balance. “Ralu. He is the man that my parents have promised me to.”

She nods her head in understanding, “I see. Now my brother’s mood makes more sense.”

You sink a little more into the floor. “Is he upset with me?” She bends down to offer you the bowl to drink from. “I don’t think he is upset with you. It is a surprise, though. When we were gone, he talked about you often. Even when our parents were urging him to finally take a mate, he would hear nothing of it. He said you were waiting for him. Truth be told, I thought he was delusional to think that you would put your life on hold for him.”

She watches as you sip from the bowl slowly so as to not churn your stomach. “But I did. I waited for him every day, Kiri. I’ve never wanted anyone besides Neteyam. It is not my choice to be with Ralu. My parents arranged this without caring for my wishes. Even now, you guys are back, but my parents still think I am being childish. And I don’t want to hurt Ralu, he’s done nothing wrong, but I don’t love him. I barely know him.”

“Well, you will only make him and yourself miserable going through with it if your heart’s not in it.” She places a hand on your knee, “Look, I’ve seen the way that Neteyam looks at you and he’s bent our ears for years with talk about you. He is clearly head over heels for you. And obviously you feel the same. It shouldn’t have to be more complicated than that.”

Her words are a welcome comfort, but it is short lived. ‘It shouldn’t have to be more complicated than that’. But it is. You let out a deep sigh and drink more from the bowl she gave you. Is it right to defy your parents? To walk away from Ralu? Would that be selfish? You don’t know any more. You finish the last of the drink and hand Kiri the bowl. “Thanks for the help and the advice. I think I need to sit on this one for a while.”

Kiri smiles at you, “I’m always here to help…in whatever way you need.”

Kiri was always a good friend to you, even as children. She was level-headed and gentle, and she understood what it was like to be different.

“Now that I know where you’ll be, I’ll be sure to come by and bother you sometime” you joke.

You always left interactions with Kiri feeling lighter. That is, until you bump into a familiar face while leaving the tent. “Oh, hi Neteyam.” And suddenly, you’re hurling right back down to reality.

“Oh, hey…” his ears are pinned down.

A heavy silence hangs between you for longer than a beat until he breaks it. “I just wanted to say sorry.” What was he apologizing for? He had done nothing wrong. If anything, you should be the one to apologize for letting things go as far as they did the other night without telling him the truth.

“I didn’t realize that you were spoken for already and I crossed a line that I shouldn’t have. If I had known—”

“You don’t need to apologize. It’s on me. I should have told you. But it’s not like how it looks.” He looks at you confused, but before you can explain further, “Yawne!” A shiver runs up your spine.

You both turn to see Ralu jogging over to you. Perfect, because this moment wasn’t already hard enough. He comes over to you and lightly holds you by your arms, “I was worried about you after last night. I wanted to be sure you were feeling better.”

You internally sink away from his touch. “I am fine. Thank you for getting me home.”

“I’m just glad you are feeling better.” He finally turns to acknowledge Neteyam and he puts his arm around your shoulders. “Hey, I see you’re up bright and early too.”

“Right, just on my way to the healing tent to speak with my sister” he gestures to the tent behind them.

Ralu’s grip on your shoulders tightens ever so slightly and it makes you squirm. He gives Neteyam a smile that’s just a bit too wide but doesn’t reach his eyes.

“I should be getting back home. I’m still really tired.” You say trying to get away from this weird building tension.

“Here, I’ll walk you.” Ralu insists. You nod accepting his offer, not wanting to be rude.

“I’ll see you around Neteyam.” You give him a small wave as you’re escorted away. What you don’t notice is the glare Ralu shoots Neteyam as you’re leaving.

And now, for the second time, Neteyam is forced to stand and watch as you leave him with another man holding on to you. His nails dig into his palms squeezing his hands in fists at his side to hold himself back from reaching out and going after you. When he turns around, Kiri is already leaning against one of the posts watching him. “Skxawng” she mutters.

…

It felt like the day dragged on forever. The drink Kiri made for you earlier helped to ease your headache, but your body still felt sluggish all day. Just getting in and out of your hammock was a challenge. Next thing you knew, it was time for communal dinner. You will your body to move forward, hoping that maybe you’ll be able to get a moment alone with Neteyam so you can explain the situation to him in full. He needs to understand that you haven’t abandoned him, but you are being held against your will. It seems you would have no such luck, though. As soon as you step foot out of your family’s tent, Ralu is already there and he’s insisting on joining you for dinner. It’s not exactly like you can tell him ‘Hey, I need to go talk to Neteyam and explain to him that I actually love him and don’t want to be with you’.

He sticks by your side all night long. He never lets you out of his sight so getting a moment alone with Neteyam was nearly impossible. Instead, you had to settle for small fleeting glances from across the way when the two of you would catch each other’s eye.

The following week is suffocating. Ralu is suffocating. It seems you never get a moment alone anymore. Every time you leave your home, he’s there. When you go to forage, when you go to meals, hell, it’s a wonder how you even get a chance to bathe by yourself.

Even now, the pressure is weighing on your mind too much and it’s interrupting your sleep. It’s the middle of the night and all you want is sleep, but instead you’re wide awake and left alone with your thoughts. Maybe, this could be a chance to have some alone time. Tiptoeing out of your home, you stay as silent as possible making sure to not wake your parents when you leave. You peer out of the front to ensure that there’s no one around and quickly make your way out and through to the forest.

It feels like you can breathe again. Being surrounded by the late-night sounds and not having someone breathing down your neck the entire time is just what you needed.

Your body instinctively heads for your spot. You can see it just ahead in the distance and the gravity of all you’ve been dealing with is starting to catch up to you. You push forward hoping to outrun it, but the tears escape before you’ve fully made it into the clearing. When you break free from the foliage, you fall forward on your hands and knees. Every breath you draw in burns your chest and only fuels your distressed sobs.

The tears flow freely down your face now and you make no more attempts to stop them. Why was this happening? Why were you being punished? You throw your head up searching the night sky for answers, but you catch something off to the side. “Neteyam?” he was already here.

You scramble to sit on your knees and wipe your face with your palms. Your cheeks now burned with embarrassment from your shameful display. It’s not like he’s never seen you cry before, but you still wanted the ground to just swallow you right now.

“Sorry, I-I didn’t know you’d be here” the tears keep coming.

His lips are pressed into a tight line, and he silently pats the spot next to him on the ground. You hesitantly move to sit next to him and silence falls. This should be ideal. You’ve been wanting a moment alone with him all week so you could explain yourself. Now, you’re here and it feels like you’ve forgotten every word you know.

You manage to muster a small ‘sorry’.

“It’s okay. I’m…happy for you.” You can see on his face how the word ‘happy’ leaves a disgusting taste in his mouth.

“Please don’t be” your head falls into your hands and Neteyam is watching you waiting for you to elaborate. “I didn’t promise myself to Ralu. I never chose to be with him. My parents arranged the whole thing because I refused to have anyone else besides you, but they didn’t think you were coming back.” Your eyes burn from the tears. You turn your head to look at him and the tears in his eyes are beginning to overflow so you reach out to touch his face. “I never stopped believing that you’d come back for me ‘Teyam.” Your lip quivers shaking your words.

“So, what should we do?” his voice is barely above a whisper.

“I’m not sure, but I do know that you’ve always been the only one for me. It’s us. It was always supposed to be us. You are everything to me, Neteyam and I can’t lose you. Not again. I want to try. I want to fight for us.” Your free hand finds his and now you are both fully facing each other.

He breathes out a deep sigh letting his forehead fall forward to rest on yours. Eywa, he’s even pretty when he cries. Everything about him is perfect and magnetic. Without even trying, he just captivates you and draws you in more and more. Before you even realize it, your lips are hovering just over his. His eyes are fixated on your lips, “We shouldn’t” he whispers.

“Then stop me.”

You let your lips touch his tenderly in a small, quick peck. But when you move back, he chases after you, capturing your lips again. The kiss is feverish and impatient. Right now, nothing else matters in your mind besides pressing as close to Neteyam as physically possible. Your hands busy themselves running through his hair, but he keeps his hands resting on your waist. You decide to take the initiative and guide one of his hands to cup your breast. “Neteyam, touch me.” Your eyes are pleading and your words are breathless. You can physically feel him give in to his impulses and allow his hands to roam up and down the curves of your body. His lips leave yours only to find your neck and trail kisses up and down your skin. Your skin is on fire in every spot he touches. His sharp canines graze your earlobe making you shiver in his arms. You can’t stop the small moans that flow from your mouth and every sound just eggs him on even more. He wants to hear all the sweet sounds you can make.

He pushes forward to lay you down on the ground and holds himself above you. His arms hook themselves under your thighs and a small moan leaves your lips feeling the pressure his hips put on yours. He rubs the entirety of his length along your soaked core. Even through the cloth, he can feel the heat that you radiate. His hips buck into you harder when you drag your nails down his back. His tip bumps and slides against your clit in just the right way and it makes your legs twitch with every impact. You can’t help it as your mind sinks further into your lustful haze and you allow yourself to dive deeper.

“Neteyam…I want you.” His whole body stills and pulls away to look you in the eye. You can read the hesitation in his expression. It’s as if your words have finally snapped him out of the trance you pulled him into. “We can’t” he whispers and your face falls. He backs up off of you and lets you sit back up while you take a moment to steady your breathing and calm your hormones.

“Am I no good?” His face softens, “Oh, ma girl, it is not because I don’t want to. I can’t think of a single thing I want more. But I want to do it the right way. I want to properly court you and publicly show how I feel about you and that’s not possible right now.”

You can’t help the way your tail swishes back and forth with excitement at hearing him call you his girl again. Oh, how you missed hearing it. He notices and a small smile tugs on his lips. You knew that Neteyam was very traditional when it came to these kinds of things and he wanted to do it right and you understood that.

“We will figure something out together. I will fight with you. I am a warrior, you know.” He playfully holds his head high reenacting the way you first met. It’s enough to make you giggle and lighten the mood. He was good at things like that.

“Okay, well, for right now, could you just hold me? I’m not ready to go back yet.” Who knows when you’ll be able to get another chance to be alone with him again? If Ralu had anything to say about it, you’d stay glued to his side at every hour of the day and night.

“Of course, tíyawn.” Neteyam sits cross legged and opens his arms out towards you inviting you in. You happily crawl into his lap and let his arms become a fortress around you while you snuggle into his chest.

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The following day is the same routine that you’ve been caught in lately. The second you step out of your home, Ralu is there to greet you and accompany you on all your daily tasks. However, there is one thing that is different today. His demeanor is odd today. Any other day, he’s constantly smiling and touching you and almost annoyingly upbeat. He was none of those things today. He was solemn and reserved, barely even looking you in the face. It was odd, but a welcome change in your mind.

At the communal dinner, Ralu sits right next to you just like he’s done every day for the past week. On the other side of the fire, the Sully family is eating and chatting with each other. Of course, your eyes are locked on Neteyam. You notice how his tail taps the ground when he laughs hard at something Lo’ak said. It was a cute little habit he’s had since you were children. It brings a small smile to your face and Neteyam looks over at you. Heat races to your cheeks from being caught staring and you drop your eyes quickly to your food in front of you. Unbeknownst to you, Ralu caught the whole interaction.

He huffs and sets his food down, “Can we go talk somewhere? Alone.”

His tone is dead serious. It’s unnerving since you’ve never seen him without his super polite, friendly aura. You hesitantly nod your head and follow his lead away from the crowd.

Neteyam watches the two of you leave dinner and he lets out a big sigh. It still hurt his heart, but he knew he needed to be patient with the situation that you were currently in.

Ralu leads you back to your tent and since your parents were at dinner, you’d have some privacy to talk about whatever he wanted. He stomps through the entrance and you follow behind him. The second you’re away from any prying eyes, he whips around to face you, “What the hell is your problem?”

“Excuse me?” you question stunned at his sudden flip.

“I have been nothing but kind to you and done my best to show you that I could be a caring mate, have I not?” he moves closer to you and his stance is intimidating towering over you. You try to take a step back, but he forcefully grabs your wrist to hold you in place.

“Let go.” You try to pull free, but his grip just tightens. “You’re hurting me!”

“You think I am stupid? You think I don’t know what you’re up to?” he spits.

“What are y—”

“Cut the shit. I can smell him on you. You think I don’t see how he looks at you?” he’s seething in front of you and throws you by your arm to the floor.

You’re terrified now, but your body won’t move. Why won’t your legs move? Move! Run! Scream! Get out of here! And yet, your body is at a complete standstill. Ralu kneels down to your level and snatches your face to look him in the eye.

“Let’s get one thing clear: you belong to me. And I do not like to share. So, you are going to tell your boyfriend that whatever the fuck you’ve got going on, is done. Understand me?”

You yank your face back from his grasp and let off a loud warning hiss at him. This sets him off.

He scoffs in disbelief to himself before standing over you again.

“You little bitch.” He sneers before he raises his fist.

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