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dotster001 · 1 year

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For Tuna

Summary:Grim does some interviews to find the perfect sugar dad for him you gn!reader x all boys in one way or another.

A/N:I haven't unpacked my tag list yet, so hopefully this is everyone!

Part Two Part Three choose your ending...

"Grim, we can't afford the bougie tuna. Put it back."

You'd missed it before when you were loading your basket at Sam's shop, but Grim had snuck in the expensive tuna. Now you were at the counter, trying to hide your embarrassment as you told Grim to put it back. Sam gave you a sympathetic smile, but still. You didn't need to add his pity to your plate of worries.

"Prefect, don't worry about it. I can take care of it."

You jumped. You hadn't realized Ruggie had lined up behind you with his own basket full of stuff.

"Yeah! Let Ruggie-"

"I couldn't do that, Ruggie, but thanks for the offer."

Ruggie grinned, "oh please, it's on Leona. He said I could get whatever I want as long as I come back with his energy drinks."

You made an unconvinced face, and Ruggie gave a playful wink.

"Trust me, your tuna won't even make a dent in his wallet. I could pay for your entire load, and still be able to pay off my student loans. In fact," he slapped down Leona's wallet, "Sam, add Y/N's groceries to mine, I'll take care of it."

Before you could protest further, Sam was ringing you both up.

And then Grim got an idea. A terribly, wonderful, awful idea.

"There, all settled. Plus now you can afford to fix your windows this month, or…." He looked at the cash in your hand, "well you can fix one window at least. And don't feel too bad for Leona. Eat the rich and what not," Ruggie patted your back comfortingly then left with his groceries.

"C'mon Grimmy, let's go," you said with a heavy sigh.

"Actually, I have something to do, Henchhuman. You go on home, I'll see ya later."

"Okay, but if you need me…."

"I'll be okay! Geeze you get so anxious without the great Grim. It's embarrassing."

You rolled your eyes and left. You would be so proud of him once he had finished though. He was excited already.

Heartslaybul Dorm….

"Mr. Rosehearts. Thank you for meeting with me."

Grim primly took out his pen and began to scribble on a clipboard.

"I didn't meet with you. You barged into my office," Riddle said, his arms crossed along his chest.

"I think you will find this meeting beneficial. It pertains to Y/N L/N."

Riddle relaxed a little, and raised a single curious eyebrow.

"You see, It has come to my attention, that Y/N and I do not have the funds to live comfortably. In fact, Y/N is practically starving to death! It has also come to my attention that you harbor some feelings for the prefect, and are in possession of a great deal of funds. Now," Grim dramatically looked up at Riddle, who's face was a shade of dark red. "How do you intend to provide for Y/N?"

Riddle opened his mouth, and Grim prepared himself for the worst, but…

"Wait, Y/N's on the market?!?!!"

Grim turned over his shoulder just in time to see Cater run in, tea tray in hand.

"He's only taking applications from rich people."

"Not a concern, housewarden!" Cater cleared his throat. "Hi, I'm Cater Diamond, and my dad is a banker."

"Oh!" Grim made a note on his paper. Riddle stood up abruptly.

"You only talk to your family on holidays, I wouldn't call that a solid source of income-"

"Yes but I'm a people pleaser, so I'll probably follow in his footsteps. So I will also have a banker's salary."

Riddle turned to Grim in a panic.

"I'm going to be a doctor!"

"Oh!" Scribble scribble.

"Oh please!" Cater rolled his eyes before conspiratorially leaning into Grim. "We both know Riddle. He'll work long shifts, day in and day out, and he'll never come home. Meaning poor Y/N will be trapped in a lonely loveless marriage. Meanwhile, I'll work my nine to five, and be home in time to gift you tuna, and keep Y/N warm at night."

"You think Grim cares about that?" Riddle shoved Cater out of the way. "I'll make time for Y/N. Plus my salary will provide double the tuna for you."

"What's all the yelling about?" Trey entered the room, followed by Ace and Deuce.

"Don't look at them, those three are poor as fuck. I mean a baker? Blech, disgusting," Cater apologetically smiled at Trey. "No offense."

"What?" Trey said, feeling more confused than he ever had been.

Grim clicked his pen closed.

"Thank you for your time. I have more interviews to conduct, but I will be in contact if you get through to the second round."

He scampered out of the room as Riddle and Cater nodded after him.

Savannaclaw Dorm….

Grim sat at the foot of Leona's bed as he tapped his chin thoughtfully.

"How can I provide for Y/N, huh? You mean the little demonstration Ruggie gave this morning wasn't enough?"

Grim tapped the pen impatiently against the clipboard.

"Mr. Kingscholar, it is important that you participate fully, or I will remove you from the list entirely."

Leona groaned.

"I receive a….certain amount of, shall we say, an allowance."

"And how much can I expect from that? I have a lot of people to interview. Please don't waste my time."

Leona looked over at Ruggie, who was folding laundry, then gestured Grim closer, before whispering a number into his ear.

Grim gasped, then hastily scribbled something onto his clipboard.

"We will be in contact with you when the second round of interviews begins." Grim stood up and hopped off the bed.

"Ruggie," Leona snapped, "Ensure my future relative makes it out of here safely. Let no one stop you."

Ruggie nodded in understanding as he escorted a proud looking Grim out.

Once they were halfway through the dorm, Ruggie began to speak.

"Leona has promised me a job with an excellent salary once I graduate. Just sayin."

"Won't he just take back the job if he finds out you're competing with him?"

Ruggie rolled his eyes, "Nevermind."

Jack left his room, and noticed the two of them, and began to walk towards them.

"Jack will make you get a job if you pick him," Ruggie whispered hastily. Grim hissed and sprinted the rest of the way out of the dorm.

"What's wrong with Grim?" Jack asked.

"Shi hi hi who knows?"

As Grim made his way to his second location, he was picked up by the scruff of his neck.

"Hey! What's the big idea?!?!?"

"Aw little sealie you're so cute!"

Grim stiffened.

"Fu fu fu," Jade laughed next to him. "our boss would like to have a word with you."

Grim gulped.

Octavinelle Dorm….

"Thank you for agreeing to see me," Azul said smugly.

"I didn't. Your scary twins picked me up and dragged me here."

"You see," Azul pushed his glasses up his nose, expertly ignoring Grim, "We got word that you were interviewing potential candidates for Y/N's future husband. I prepared some charts for you."

Azul pulled out several charts. Grim understood exactly zero of them. But he nodded thoughtfully and pretended to make a note on his clipboard.

"As you can see, my income is projected to continually go up until retirement. Plus my assets will continue to be of value, and my investments will be bringing in money for many years to come. I can safely say, money is no object. Plus, I am an excellent cook. You will never have to eat poor person's tuna ever again."

Grim made a real note this time just as the twins roughly turned his chair around.

"Now that Azul has had his turn, we would like to give our pitch," Jade said with an eerie grin.

"You see, our parents run a certain…. organization," Floyd and Jade shared a grin before turning to Grim again. "Jade and I are the sole inheritors of this empire when they pass. Just keep that in mind."

"Also, people who oppose this organization have a tendency to, shall we say, disappear."

Grim shivered as he made a skull and crossbones picture on his clipboard.

"Awesome. Great. I'll be taking Grim now…."

"Sea Snake!" Floyd shouted, wrapping his arms around Jamil, who had silently snuck into the room.

"Let go," Jamil hissed, wriggling away from Floyd. "Give me the cat."

"Aw, but we were playing with him…."

"It's alright Floyd. I think the three of us have made our point quite clear," Jade hummed, before the octotrio shared a laugh.

Jamil rolled his eyes before carefully picking up Grim.

Scarabia Dorm….

"Look, Kalim isn't going to brag for himself so I thought I'd bring you here and remind you that this entire dorm was funded by his family. And he will be inheriting said funds."

Grim nodded and made a note.

"What about you? I mean, I already know you aren't getting picked cause, well, " Grim pointedly looked him up and down. "But the other broke losers have tried to participate."

Jamil leaned down and gave a dark smile.

"I don't need money to win over Y/N," eyes flashing red as he spoke.

"Monsieur Fuzzball!"

Grim and Jamil both groaned. It only took two seconds for him to be scooped up by the hunter.

"Non, non, do not struggle. I only wish to prove myself as a proper caretaker!"

Pomefiore Dorm…

Grim had never been so pampered, well fed, and relaxed in his entire life. Rook had provided snacks galore, given Grim the full on spa treatment, brushed out his fur, and was now massaging his sore kitty back.

"Monsieur Fuzzball, doesn't this feel wonderful?"

Grim nodded as Rook continued his massage.

"Just think, you could have this everyday!"

Grim groaned happily as Rook hit a tough knot.

Suddenly, Rook's voice was directly in his ear.

"All you have to do is give me the Trickster."

In that moment, Grim knew he would sell you for this life without a second thought.

But before he could do that…

"For heaven's sake I told you to find Epel, not this rodent!"

Rook immediately stopped the massage, to turn to his Queen.

"Roi du poison! I was simply-"

"Spare me," Vil snapped, before handing a struggling Epel over to Rook. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a small card, gracefully handing it to Grim between two fingers.

"I believe you are aware of my financial situation, but should you have questions, you can reach my manager on that card."

Then he left the room with a flourish, and the lingering scent of apple blossoms.

"You know I am willing to share the trickster with you," Rook whispered to Vil in the hallway.

"Ew," Epel groaned.

"As if I'd ever share," Vil smirked.

Outside the Ignihyde Dorm…

Ortho stood next to the tablet, holding Grin up so he could see what it said.

"So as you can see from my bank account," Idia's voice said from the tablet, "Money is not and never will be an issue."

"It all looks good," Grim muttered as he made a note, "but I have to say it's a red flag that you couldn't come here in person…"

"Hey! Big brother is just busy with his experiment!"

"Yeah, exactly, thank you Ortho, for being the only one who appreciates genius. In fact this conversation is over. If he doesn't get it, then that's his loss. Ditch the noob, Ortho!" And the tablet floated back into the dorm.

Ortho gently set Grim down. "Look, big brother gets nervous around the prefect, that's all. But I think they'd make a great couple."

He gently patted Grim's head, then floated back in. Grim sighed, made a note about how Idia was a package deal, then continued to the final dorm.

Diasomnia Dorm…

"Small kitten, I am to be king of a country. Not only that, but I have spent centuries curating my hoard. Our nest will be always warm, and my perfect child of man will want for nothing," Malleus finished with a smug grin, as he leaned back in his throne. Then he sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Now you three can make your offers, or whatever."

"Me next! Me next!" Lilia said, cradling Grim like a baby. "I'm not as young as I look, and am on the best of terms with the queen and future king. I also have a great fortune built up! Kay, who's next?"

Silver timidly raised his hand.

"I just want to say, what about what Y/N wants? What if Y/N doesn't like any of us? What if Y/N doesn't even want to get married in the end? Or maybe they'll be just as happy with or without money?"

There was a long pause. Then…

"Silver's father is loaded and will do anything to see his children married and happy!"

"Fa-Lilia!" Silver hid his face in his hands in embarrassment.

"Same with Sebek. And his dad's a dentist!"

For once Sebek had nothing to say.

"Excellent, this looks very promising for you four," Grim nodded scribbling his final notes, "Now to-"

"GRIM!"

Uh oh. He turned around and saw you storming in.

"Child of man!"

"Save it Mal Mal! I'm here for my rat," You scooped up Grim, placing him under your arm as you left the room.

"When will we hear about the second round of interviews?" Lilia giggled.

You answered by flipping them the middle finger without looking back.

The Hallway….

"What the hell, Grim? I'm not for sale!"

"I'm not selling you! I'm just trying to get you provided for!"

"Please! This is about tuna and you know it!"

"Who even told you?"

"Jack called me about an-"

"Ah! Prefect!"

You and Grim groaned as you heard Crowley call to you both.

"Yes, headmage?" You asked through gritted teeth. You turned and saw Crewel was with him….wearing a bigger coat than normal.

"That coat looks so soft," Grim muttered.

"Yeah," you whispered back. "Wait, headmage, what do you need?"

"I heard your current allowance is no longer sufficient," he gently traced your jawline, settling below your chin, tapping up against it thoughtfully. "How does a little extra sound?"

You nodded dumbly.

"Good good, I'm too generous, I know," he hummed and walked off.

Before Crewel followed him, he smirked and patted the top of your head.

"Good pup."

He stalked off. You stood frozen for a moment. Grim smirked up at you.

"You know, they look like they…."

"You keep that thought to yourself, Grim."

....

Tag list-@shytastemakerthing @stygianoir @leonia0 @lleoll @eccedentesiast-sapphic

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evilminji · 4 months

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You know what would be both Cool(tm) AND Pants Shittingly Terrifying? Eldritch Space Whale Danny!

Except NOT! Because he's not a whale! Just snoozing and Giganto-Fuck-Off HUGE!

Imagine it! Danny. Joint Custody Child of The Ancients Of Time And Space. Space is SALTY AF because their BITCH OF AN EX has used his FUCKING POWERS, AGAIN, to CHEAT. Clockwork how DARE YOU.

You knew he'd be our Son in advance!

YOU SNUCK IN AND STARTING BONDING WITH OUR CHILD BEHIND MY BACK!

YOU [REDACTED]!

Danny? Sitting off to the Side as a Sentient Everything and Nothing made of galaxies and starlight, howls expletives at their Ex, who is being... REALLY snippy back? WOW, Clockwork. I mean, JESUS, man. Danny's from "oh bless their heart" Nowhere, Midwest. And even HE thinks that last one was both backhanded and cold af.

......he should take notes. *continues to eat his popcorn*

Anyway! APPARENTLY, Space Parent has taken him in the divorce. With much huffing. Tucked under their arm Like The Football(tm). And honestly? This is kinda hilarious, so he's cool with it. Byyyyyy~ Clock Dad! See you on weekends~☆!

*Exasperated Time Noises*

It's pretty cool! He learns a lot. Learns he's probably? Gonna be SOME variation of Space Ghost. Might even take over Space's... well, EVERYTHING, should the unforeseeable occur. So obviously, gonna have to learn The Family Business, as it were!

Which?

UNSPEAKABLY HYPED, YES PLEASE.

SPACE AND STAR STUFF! HECK YEAH!

Unfortunately? Still a Halfa. Bleh, squishy need to eat and sleep. Why they get in the way of Hyperfixation? Why no more space dust? Nooooo, don't drag him away from the controls! He can still learn! Sleep is for quitters! Cowards! *whining in Give Me Back My Blorbos, You Monsters*

But, no. He apparently has to "take care of his body" and "not burn out". Eat "real food". A protein bar counts! He probably ate one of those! Give him back his STARS! He doesn't CARE if he sounds like a toddler! That's DIRECT ACCESS TO THE SECRETS OF SPACE ITSELF! He'll BITE, so HELP HIM-! *Is scruffed like a cranky infant being carried off to beddy bye*

Injustice! D:<

But, none the less, body's require sleep. He shovles down his food, washes up, and flops down in his bed. In the nice lil cozy "Safe For My Half Apprentice Who Is Also My Adopted Son" corner. He passes out in that corner. Starts to float, as he has done countless times before, when agitated before bed. Floats OUT of that corner.

That Safe Little Corner.

IN THE CENTER, THE BEATING HEART OF SPACE.

You know... the place ALL OF SPACE connects too. Where Universe Form and Die. The Grand Recycler. Dust to Dust, from the ashes of old, to the creation of new. Where PORTALS are randomly assigned. So that the Omniversal Ectoplasmic Levels may always be balanced at near to perfect levels, allowing free flow of Souls through the various Reincarnation cycles.

Space, of course, doesn't MANAGE the Ectoplasm itself. Nor the Souls! Different Ancient for THAT, but they DO manage the PORTALS. We live in a SYSTEM after all. Everyone has their "departments" as it were. So really, it's quiet... Danny? Honey? Awful quiet back there! You, uh, fallen asleep, Starlight?

*empty room*

(O.O)

*inhale* AAAAAAAAAAA-!!!!!!!

Meanwhile! He be Snoozin'! And Ghostin'! Ghost Snoozin'! Is extra comfy, cause he weightless and got not booooones~☆!

But! He? Is not a child anymore! Has learned to... for lack of a better term, Let Go. To finally ACCEPT his Death. His inhumanity. His Amortality. Death no longer holds him, can no longer let him go. He is... not immortal. He is disowned, by his own doing and his own choice, at his timeless moment of Ending.

When Life let go of his hand and Death kindly offered theirs, he did not take it.

And that's okay.

It took awhile. Talking to older ghosts. Most vague and vast, near formless. Because it's... it's scary. And it's all you know. All, really, you've EVER known. Inherent to your identity, even after you leave that part you behind.

You are "human". "Martian" or "Xy'xeruian", something else, and you never question it. Even when you've left behind everything ELSE. Your name, your eyes, your history and skin. Yet you fly around and pretend. Still alive, still human.

But is that YOU?

Or just the form you found your start in?

And like? It's okay if it IS! Sometimes, yeah, you ARE. You look down deep and find a "don't know what you were expecting, buddy" sign stapled to a mirror. But more often? It's that last hurdle. The final step in Letting Go.

Everyone mourns at their own pace.

And they are the ghosts of who they were.

It helped. Mourning for the kid he was. Who was fourteen and wanted to be an astronaut. Who died and will never have a grave. The longer he exsists, for he can't technically be called Alive, the more painfully young that child seems.

It was okay.

To cry for Danny Fenton.

Then? To let him go. Let his memory, be memory. And his Past be the grave that child rests in. Loved dearly and remembered, but no longer binding his soul.

He doesn't have to wear that face anymore.

No tributes to the Dead.

He got? Kinda... BIG. Like REALLY big. Spiraling, serpentine, cracking ice, and burning galaxies. Like a fourth dimensional dragon, of ice and stars, somehow forcing its way into a three dimensional space. Atop it all, between two vast, impossible horns? Made of glacial ice coating the warping hearts of black holes, who's shape themselves seem to shift in unknowable ways? There burns, like comet trails, with super novas, compressed to decorative gems beneath glittering morning frost, a Terrible Crown.

He? Thinks? He MIGHT have wings.

He can't tell.

Because APPARENTLY he's a fuckin tesseract! Oh, no, sorry. He might me a Zone DAMNED PENTERACT!!! Is THIS what he gets for hanging out with Clockwork all the time? He just liked the quiet! Now his "true form" is PHYSICALLY PAINFUL for most people to look at!

Clock Dad WHAT THE HELL?!

(You see, now, why Space broke up with him? An ASSHOLE)

So! Danny stays, usually at least, in his "Hi, yes, I am Normal Human Man" Ghost form. But NOW? Now it PINCHS. Because it's TOO SMALL. But hey, that's fine! It's not like he has an ingrained habit of transforming when super tired and stressed! To float sleep for Maximum Restfulness(tm).

Ha ha!

Why does that feel like foreshadowing?

BECAUSE IT IS!

Danny? Snoozing! Space? Has LOST THE BABY! Portals? Have done a Jood Gob in Portalling, something they are vaguely sure they are supposed to be doing! Yay them! They have no brain cells but still enjoy helping! They moved a thing! That's helpful right? Yay! Probably!

And on DC's planet Earth?

They? Just choked on their fuckin coffee. One moment? La dee daa~ oooh~ look! Stars! Deep space! Oh, hiiii~ Watchtower! The NEXT? *every alarm in the building starts LOSING ITS SHIT* Giant World OBLITERATING SHAPE completely takes up the screen.

From near PLUTO.

There are NO WORDS TO DISCRIBE HOW FUCK OFF BIG THIS THING IS, MR. PRESIDENT. It will eat our nukes and LAUGH. Call! EVERYBODY!!!

Obviously? Superman. I mean really, OF COURSE Superman. Frankly, all the Supers. Because we would like to KEEP having a planet, thanks. Only? The more reports that come in? The more everyone is getting "oh fuck. This is a Workd Eater" vibes.

A massive, massive, Sleeping Titan of a Planet Destroying World Eater.

That MIGHT BE MAGIC.

*highly stressed Everyone noises*

And WORSE? Superman? Can't TOUCH it! Oh sure, at FIRST he could! But then he apparently pushed too hard in just one spot! And it felt POKED AT. So now, after flicking superman HALFWAY BACK TO EARTH to make him stop? No one can physically touch it!

But! There is hope!

Because? The creature is GREEN. Bright, luminous, Lantern Green! And Earth's Lanterns have already sent for back up. Combined? The were able to move a... hand? Paw? Something. But! With the combine forces of several nearby sectors of Lanterns? They promise the power to either relocate the creature or at least hold it in orbit until FURTHER forces can be deployed!

They refuse to harm the creature until it proves actively hostile, as it could have been seeking a place to nap and chosen one inconvenient to established planetary life. Frankly? Earth doesn't CARE where you relocate the giant Eldritch Space Dragon. Just NOT IN OUR BACKYARD, PLEASE.

....YES WE ARE SURE! We don't CARE if the scientific community of our planet is begging you to set up an area for them to place an "observation satellite"! No giant Eldritch Space Dragons in our solar system! It might WAKE UP!

Naturally, about half way THROUGH this Highly Delicate Operation?

Danny Wakes Up.

@hypewinter @hdgnj @lolottes @babbling-babull @nerdpoe @the-witchhunter @mutable-manifestation

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #dcxdp #dc x dp prompt #danny phantom #minji's writing

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radioisntdead · 5 days

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This is my first time requesting anything from you so I hope this idea is okay but would you be willing to write something where the reader is Alastor's child (I live for Dad Alastor) and they meet Susan? Maybe they get really attached to her so every time they visit Cannibal Town Alastor has to reluctantly take his kid to see 'Grandma Susan' and be civil around her?

Only if you're up for it though! I love your blog so MUCH and I live for both the platonic Alastor and Susan content you do

-TheAmberFist ♡

Good evening my dear! I did headcanons I hope that's alright, I adore your blog's content as well! I reread your "leave it all on the dance floor" series often! I positively adore how you write Alastor's and the readers friendship! Also thank you so much for requesting this because that gives me an excuse to bring back this header!

Papa Alastor doesn't like Grandma Susan.

Alastor & child reader, Susan & adopted against Alastor's will grandchild reader.

Warnings: Cannibalism also reader is a fawn because deers.

HEADCANON TIMEEEEE

Much like my other Papa Alastor fics, he either picked you up off the streets, or you just straight up followed him home like a stray puppy.

He unwillingly became a father.

I imagine he was talking with your Auntie Rosie and You wandered off to explore Cannibal town!

Despite being in hell, it seems safe enough for children considering there were other children around.

Anywho you stumbled upon a cranky Susan and just immediately started going

"I like your dead rodent scarf!"

"It's a fox, what are you blind?"

Long story short she unwillingly became a grandmother that day because you would NOT LEAVE HER ALONE not that she minded

Alastor has to deal with you whining that you want to see Grandma Susan, dude does NOT want to call her your grandmother, in his eyes you only have one grandmother above that you will unfortunately never meet.

"I wanna see Grandma Susan!"

"She's not your grandmother, why in the devil's name would you want to see her?"

"Because she's my grandma,"

"No she's not."

"yes she is!"

"No."

"Yes!"

Que a repeat of no's and yes until he eventually relents because you are NOT TAKING NO FOR AN ANSWER.

I imagine Susan enjoys your company but also uses you to peeve off the embodiment of red-40 that is your parent.

Like Alastor leaves you with her for whatever reason and is just like

"Don't give them any candy, no more then two juice boxes anymore and they get rowdy."

Guess who got a little goodie bag of candies and had a whole box of CapriSuns?

Also I imagine you as a fawn, specifically one of these [no this totally isn't an excuse to show the deer pictures I have saved noooooo]

Susan puts either a bow or bow tie on you, I imagine she breaks into the hotel sometimes when Alastor is out and is just like "I'm taking my grandchild out, fuck off!"

Vaggie tried to stop her once and nearly lost an arm, so far the only ones that are successful in getting Susan to not kidnap you is Angel dust [aka your favorite babysitter] ,Rosie, Alastor himself, for everyone else they have to risk losing limbs, Charlie could probably coax you away from Susan.

They banned her from the hotel, set up security measures.

She keeps getting in they don't know how, they're terrified.

Nothing stops Susan.

Alastor keeps cordial with Susan because he can't do anything to Susan because of Rosie and also because much to his displeasure you are attached to the ornery old bitch.

Alastor wants to take you on a father-child day? Torturing sinners, getting cannibal ice cream, getting souls,

He can't BECAUSE Susan snuck into the hotel and snatched you up!

On the flip side, Susan wants to take you shopping because the modern [1920's-1930's] clothing Alastor dresses you in is horrendous, Her words not mine

But no Alastor literally just picked you up and teleported away, how rude! How dare he keep her from her grandchild?? Ungrateful brat who raised him? [She's lucky Alastor did NOT HEAR THAT, just because he's dead and his ma is in heaven does NOT MEAN HE'S NOT STILL A MAMA'S BOY the good version ]

I imagine as a consequence Susan starts acting like Alastor's parent, like threatening to ground him, telling him to go in the corner and think about what he's done, chastising him for his awful haircut, then grabbing a bowl and scissors.

Alastor hid behind Rosie while Susan and you looked for him because she was definitely planning on giving him a bowl cut.

Good evening folks! Oh how I've missed writing for Susan! I missed our grumpy grandma, I hope you enjoyed this! As per usual thank you for tuning in I hope to see you again soon!

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #alastor x reader #alastor x you #susan & reader #alastor & reader #hazbin hotel susan #hazbin Susan & reader #Hazbin Susan & you

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honeipie · 25 days

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HOCKEY BOYS

part 2; izuku midoryia x fem!reader

synopsis: the captain of japan’s hockey team has his eye on the coach’s daughter

( the smaller font is gonna be a flashback! )

izuku midoryia, the black heron. people never really know what they are, and that’s what adds to his un-expecting nature. the black heron is most known for its unique methods for catching prey. the bird forms its wings to look like an umbrella, keeping out light from under them. the fish then mindlessly assume that this is shelter, some sort of safe haven. that is until the heron strikes, making sure that nothing is left behind.

he never wanted to get into any fights. if he had participated in one it’s likely because he had been roped into it trying to get katsuki out.

there were two reasons he didn't feel the need to fight. one, he just wasn't raised that way. if inko knew that he was picking any fight he could get she would drag him out of the rink by his ear. and the second was you.

"i don't like seeing you get hurt izu. especially when it's because of someone else" you had snuck back into the locker room once all of the players, plus your dad, had went home. the first aid kit sat by your side because he didn't let anybody else tend to him. he had said he was fine, but you weren't just going to let him go on in his current state.

"i know, i'm sorry" he mumbled under his breath, almost embarrassed that you had to see him this way "i just wanted to pull kacchan out of there. you know how he can be"

you placed a band aid on his cheek before placing your hand over it "i know you worry about him, but sometimes it's okay to let him fight his own battles. how will he learn if he never gets a chance?" his eyes gazed into yours and finally gave in. he let out a sigh leaning his head more into your hand.

"you're right. i'm sorry again"

you giggled at the sight of him. practically melting into you with the most apologetic tone. leaning in you placed a soft peck on his lips "it's okay my love. you're just trying to be the best captain you can be"

the kiss left him with a giddy smile on his face. he just loved you so much. it's not like he didn't want to make your relationship known to the world, he did. it's just your father was the problem.

yes, he was an amazing coach and mentor, but he played no games when it came to you. and yes, the two of you were both adults and could do what you wanted. it’s just that both of you knew that the news would probably piss him off for the rest of the season.

it really all started at one of the first practices you had attended, denki decided that it would be a bright idea to discuss just how attractive you were in the locker room.

"i mean did you even see her? she's gorgeous!"

sero chuckled grabbing his jersey "gorgeous, yeah, but she's the coach's kid, so messing with her is some dangerous game you're playing"

denki shrugged with a smirk on his face "i ain't afraid of a challenge" the locker room went silent after that comment. denki lifted his head up with a raised eyebrow "c'mon you can't tell me that you wouldn't want to get with her!"

"get with who exactly?"

the voice made denki's blood run cold. he gulped silently as he turned in his spot. he came face to face with your father who did not look happy. arms crossed, he took another step closer to him.

"get with who?"

“i- nobody-“

“i should shove you against these lockers right now. don’t ever speak of my daughter like that again do you hear me?” he looked up making sure to make eye contact with every single player in that room “this goes out for everyone. if one of you even thinks about getting with her then breakin’ her heart i swear i’ll make your career living hell. do you understand?”

a bunch of yes sir’s could be heard around the room. it was right on time, because you had just made your way into the locker room but with your back turned.

“everyone is decent right? i don’t wanna see anyone’s junk”

“you’re fine y/n” your dad shook his head as you turned around with a smile. in your hand you held a plate of cookies with labels on some of them “sweetheart, why would you bring those everyone’s on a strict diet”

you rolled your eyes taking off the plastic wrap “dad i know. that’s why i made the healthier cookies not the regular ones. they have flaxseed, bananas, oats, stuff like that!” you looked around the room with a happy smile “does anybody want one?”

the team looked down at the plate of cookies, then at you father. he nodded in approval which made them cheer in approval. you went around the locker room handing them each a cookie. when you got to izuku it was like the world stopped for a moment. freckles scattered across his face, and shifting when he went to smile.

his smile.

it was one of those things that you would never get tired of.

you’ve had a crush on him for a while, but had only seen him on television or from a distance. when your father said you could help out at the rink you’ve never been faster to agree.

“y/n?”

the sound of your name quickly pulled you from your daydreaming. izuku had been calling your name growing concerned each time you didn’t answer.

“sorry! i zoned out for a second there”

the smile made its way back onto his face hearing you were okay “good, i just wanted to know what the options were”

you explained everything that you had and he ended up taking one of the more plain cookies. deciding it was now or never, you made some conversation.

“you’re the captain right? how’s captaining?” what a smooth talker you were.

he chuckled a bit at your question “yeah, i am. captaining has been good. just hoping i can lead my guys to victory, y’know?”

you nodded along ready to leave before you embarrassed yourself any more, but there was one more thing you had to say.

“you’re doing great. the way you encourage your teammates and bring them all together is really inspiring. you can even tell the difference in the way they’re playing. just keep doing what you’re doing” with a smile you walked off going to hand off the last of your cookies.

red, everything was red. izuku had to turn his whole body just to make sure your father didn’t see the way he was blushing. the compliments you gave him were like cupid’s arrows to the heart.

katsuki stood next to him watching the whole interaction go down. with a shake of his head he sighed “you’re in fuckin’ trouble”

you had been “seeing” each other for a couple of weeks, but decided to make it official about six months ago. both of you being extremely happy and secure in your current relationship, and maybe when the hockey season was over you could really settle.

by the next game, izuku could take the small bandages off his face. there was no pre-game routine the two of you had, you didn’t need one. he knew you were there for him and only him, and you trusted him enough not to do anything. though you did keep a piece of him with you as he played.

usually you would wear a hoodie to games, so underneath you would wear one of his shirts. and don’t think forgot about you. izuku had carved your initials into his favorite hockey stick long ago. you decided on sitting in the box with the players on the bench, just on a separate chair. this game would be a big one, and you could tell by your fathers pacing back and forth.

“they’ve got this dad, don’t worry”

he sat down next to you with a heavy sigh “i know honey. we just can’t have anything go wrong” you gave him a pat on the back as you watched them line up. izuku had took his place with a focused gaze.

he was naturally a fun and playful person, but as soon as he stepped onto that ice, it was go time.

the starting sound rang out and they were off. speeding across the ice like their lives depended on it. you cheered every time a goal was scored making sure izuku could hear you above the others.

they were doing amazing in the first two periods. always up by at least three points. plus not even one fight insinuated from katsuki. it’s in the third period where you saw things start to get a little rocky. izuku was starting to slip. every time a certain player from the opposing team got near him he would miss a shot completely.

your dad whistled for him to come back over to the bench “kid the hell are you doing? get it together before you’re benched for the rest of the game, you hear me?” izuku gave him a silent nod, but you could tell that he was barely listening. you wanted to reach out, to ask what’s wrong, but all you could do was sit back and watch it happen. it was a good minute before izuku was let back on the ice again.

he had seemed to regather himself and was able to shoot a few passes, but once the player came back it all went downhill.

you could see your dad shaking his head out of the corner of your eye “dad maybe it’s just an off day. everybody has them-“

you had looked away for a second.

and when you looked back you saw izuku yelling at one of the players from the other team. the player had shoved him hard which gave izuku an opening. balling up his fists he sent a punch directly to his right cheek, but he didn’t stop there. he made sure to grab his jersey and pull him down to the ground with one hand and still tried to punch him with the other.

the refs finally stopped it when they saw the other guys nose was starting to bleed. two of them just had to pull izuku off the guy. he had been so distracted by what the guy said he didn’t even know he had kept going. you watched as they didn’t even drag him to the penalty box, but off the ice.

he couldn’t even look at you as he walked down the hallway back into the locker rooms.

“what the hell’s gotten into him-“

you didn’t wait for your dad to finish his sentence as you climbed over the small wall and headed down into the locker rooms.

“izu?” you saw him sitting on one of the benches head down and in his hands. there was some room next to him so you sat down gently rubbing his back “baby what happened out there?”

he didn’t talk right away, just trying to get his breathing back under control.

“they were just- just talking a bunch of shit. i didn’t care when they were doing it about me, that’s whatever. but somehow they know about me and you. the only people that really know is the team. i’m not sure how it even got to him”

it finally clicked. how he was playing, how the players kept getting close to him.

“you did it cause they were talking about me? izu you didn’t have to”

he shook his head “no, no i did have to. y/n you’re my girlfriend. if you think i’m gonna let some douchebag insult you when you’re not there to defend yourself then you’re crazy”

“oh izu” you cupped the other side of his cheek going to turn his head to face you. at first he wouldn’t meet your eyes, but it didn’t take long for his to find yours again “i am very thankful that you defended me like that. i would even say it was very, very hot”

this made him laugh, showing the smile you fell in love with.

“what i’m trying to say is thank you” you leaned in giving him a long kiss. when you pulled away you finally noticed the cuts and spot that was definitely going to bruise “i’ll get something to clean you up” you went to turn on the bench but stopped seeing someone standing in the doorway. the two of you stared in shock for a second before you got up “dad don’t do anything stupid”

he walked closer to the two of you, nodding his head towards the other hallway “the first aid kit hasn’t been refilled from the last fight. can you go find someone who can do that for us?”

“dad i don’t think”

“y/n”

“fine” you leaned down to kiss izuku’s cheek, but also whispered in his ear “i’ll be right back”

once you turned the corner, your father sat down next to izuku with a sigh. the green haired male looked down at his hands unsure what to say.

“son-“

“i love your daughter” he blurted out cheeks bright pink from embarrassment “really, really love her. and i know you don’t want anyone from the team dating her-“

“midoryia-“

“no sir, i’m sorry i have to finish this” izuku looked him straight in his eyes a small lump forming in his throat. this could either go amazingly well, or absolutely horrible. your father stared him down for a couple of seconds before nodding that he could continue “thank you sir” after taking a deep breath he went on to start.

“i tried to respect your wishes, i did. but every time i saw her, it was like i was drawn to her. i wanted to make her laugh because i love her laugh. and i wanted to make her smile more than anyone or anything. you raised such a kind, beautiful, and caring daughter that i just- just can’t imagine my life without. sorry if you think this is not manly of me, it’s definitely not how i thought this was going to go. thought i’d puff my chest out and do some big ‘it’s not your choice anyway’ shit but i’m not like that” he shook his head “you’re her father, and i respect that. i wanted to let you know how i really feel, and that she’s in good hands”

your father listened intently to izuku’s lovesick rambling. he noticed the way he smiled when he talked about you. along with some far off look in his eye. probably daydreaming about the future the two of you hold. lifting up a hand he clapped izuku on the back “i appreciate everything you’ve said. and i hope this doesn’t make it any less when i say this but.. i already knew about the two of you. maybe not dating but i could tell from every interaction the two of you had that something was going on”

izuku’s mouth hung open at the news. he just couldn’t believe that he had hid it for this long.

“i trust you. i trust you on the ice, and i trust you with my daughter. you’ve been nothing but good to her. so if you want my blessing you’ve had it for a long time. for what you two are doing now, and any plans you have in the future” with his other hand he tapped one of izuku’s fingers making his face turn a deeper shade of red.

“thank you sir. i’ve been thinking about it a lot lately and-“

“thinking about what?” you asked walking into the room with a first aid kit. eyebrows knit together at the sight of your fathers hand on izuku’s shoulder “dad please tell me you didn’t threaten him or something. i’m a grown woman and i think i should be able to be with whoever i want” you’ve been mustering up the courage to say that ever since you’ve retrieved the first aid kit. your father got up heading over to you.

“i agree”

“i can try to see where you’re coming from but- huh?” you stopped your practiced speech when he came over to hug you.

“he’s a good kid, and i can tell he loves you” he placed a gentle kiss at the top of your head “im sorry that i made you feel like you needed to hide this from me. your mother has told me countless times that we need to set boundaries and i never listened, but i am now”

you started to tear up, but quickly blinked them away “thank you dad. that means a lot” a horn sounded meaning that the brake was now over. he stepped away going back into the doorway before turning around.

“midoryia this doesn’t mean that you’re off the hook. you’re out for the rest of the game so get cleaned up” he pointed towards the two of you “but not together”

your face got hot and you grabbed the nearest jacket and threw it at him “get out!” he let out a roaring laugh that echoed through the halls until he was gone. shaking you head you sat next to izuku again “the audacity of that man” you mumbled going to open up the first aid kit but he stopped you.

izuku gently grabbed your one hand placing a kiss to your wrist. this made you giggle but you didn’t pull away “what’s with you?”

he then placed a kiss to the back of your hand “i’m just happy he found out. it’s like a weight lifted off my shoulders” you hummed in agreement.

“so what did you tell him?”

the last kiss was placed on your fingers. the fingers that intertwined with his own. the fingers that held his face every time you wanted his attention. the fingers that soon would be accented with a beautiful wedding ring.

“the truth”

#honeipie #anime #bnha x reader #mha #writing #x reader #fanfics #drabble #izuku x reader #izuku midoriya #deku x y/n #mha deku #mha x reader #hockey au #mha midoriya

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aandersonsbackpack · 9 months

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camp counselor! abby

i'm at an overnight camp rn and i'm thinking about abby...

campcounselor!abby who would catch your eye the first night of camp when you walk into the showers as she's walking out with only a towel around her, displaying her broad shoulders and strong muscles.. she would totally catch you staring and blushing and she would love every second of it. when she realizes how long you've been staring at her she loudly clears her throat and you get all flustered trying to explain yourself but no coherent sentence comes out

the next morning at your first cabin meeting you would connect the dots and realize the woman from the showers' name was abby and she was your counselor!!! it embarrasses you so much but when she catches your eye she winks at you and smirks which makes you even more embarrassed

campcounselor!abby who would always sit next to you in the food hall during meals even though all the other camp counselors sat together at another table. people would stare but she didn't care.

campcounselor! abby who would make desperate attempts to talk to you when you're hanging with your friends and they'd just stare at her weird but you'd secretly felt bad for her because she was really sweet to you...

one night after the camp fire she walks you back to your cabin and pulls you behind the building and asks if she can kiss you because she's sweet like that. you would ofc say yes! she would kiss you so gently and sweetly and you both return to your bunks all smitten

campcounselor!abby who, when guiding your group through rock climbing, would unconsciously place her hands on your waist and direct where to place your feet next. the others would whisper and wonder why abby was paying so much extra attention to you

it takes everything in her to not be touching you all the time around everyone, especially her boss...

she would ofc still sneakily place her hand on your thigh under the table or place her hand on the small of your back while "passing" you

NSFW!! MDNI!!!

campcounselor! abby who would always think about fucking you from the second she saw you all flustered for her. she'd feel guilty about always having these dirty thoughts about you since she's supposed to be your superior and role model but she just thinks you're too cute and sexy to not touch herself every night in her bunk to the thought of you...

one night at dinner she whispers to you to meet her at her bunk bed once everyone's asleep late at night... she'd be okay with just cuddling you but a part of her is hoping for something more

of course you'd want her as well so that night you put on your cutest thong with a bow on the waistband hoping to impress her

once everyone was asleep and you snuck to her bed, she opened her arms to you in which you promptly snuggled between them and let her spoon you

campcounselor! abby who would soak through her boxers at the way your ass presses against her crotch

campcounselor!abby who would lose control of herself and starts grinding her pussy on your ass thinly veiled by your tight pajama shorts

campcounselor!abby who would whisper in your ear "is this okay bun?" as she snaked her rough hands to your front to knead your boobs and lightly tease your clit. "y-yes please abs" you whisper back

campcounselor! abby who would fuck you with her thick fingers while she got herself off by grinding on you

campcounselor!abby who would whisper in your ear "shut the fuck up, stupid slut" and when you'd softly whine in response she would whisper "don't want anyone in this cabin hearing us now do we bun? you'd probably like that wouldn't you, huh? want everyone to know that i'm making you feel this good?" she circles your clit faster and faster as you reach your peak and shudder in her big strong arms. she practically has to cover your mouth to shut you up with how loud you were being

you cuddle in her arms and she gives you kisses all over before she walks you back to your bed so you don't get caught with her in bed

youve never came as hard before as you did that night and the next morning she's really sweet to you at breakfast offering to get you things and rubbing your legs and back

DISCLAIMER: this is written by an adult not a minor and this is NOT meant to be abby x reader who is a minor despite the camp setting

#abby anderson #abby tlou #abby anderson headcannons #abby anderson smut #abby #the last of us #abby the last of us #abby tlou2 #abby x reader #abby smut #ellie williams #ellie williams smut #smut #tlou smut

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cherienymphe · 1 year

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When The Party’s Over III (Rafe Cameron x Reader)

Warnings: NON-CON, DUB-CON, loss of virginity, abusive relationship, forbidden relationship, violence, public sex, jealousy, underage drinking, drug use, manipulation, corruption, forced pregnancy, innocent reader, Heyward!reader

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summary: Manipulated into a secret relationship with Rafe Cameron, you’re finding it much easier said than done to do the right thing and walk away…especially when he refuses to let you.

“I’m calling in that favor.”

The voice at your ear made you jump, and you looked over, startled by both the sight of Rafe and his close proximity. You were at The Wreck, waiting to pick up an order for your dad when he snuck up on you. You couldn’t help but note the smell of some cologne he was wearing, light and airy and not so suffocating like other types. It seemed to come from the sliver of skin that was revealed by his white button down, and realizing that you were staring, you looked away.

“Um…okay,” you said, swallowing and letting out a nervous chuckle.

If at all possible, he found a way to move closer, hand on the counter as he rhythmically tapped a finger on it.

“My dad and Rose are having a little get together. Celebrating their bullshit marriage, I guess, and since I’m required to be there, I figured I shouldn’t have to suffer alone.”

He was teasing, a small smile on his face, and you returned it, laughing to yourself. You had the brief thought though that this sounded like a date, and your smile waned. Rafe was probably one of the best looking guys on this island, and God knows you couldn’t lie and say you weren’t dazzled by him even just a little bit, but the thought made you frown.

For one thing, Pope would lose his mind, and while you didn’t go around being bossed around by Pope, Pope would have every reason to be upset by this. Also, you felt you were getting ahead of yourself, reading too much into what was probably a simple favor. The thought of Rafe being into you was laughable in your mind. He just didn’t date girls like you.

“Like…a date…?”

“Nah, no,” he was quick to tell you, and you hated the way your heart sank a bit at his quick denial. “You’re kind of fun, Heyward.”

Your face heated up at that, your smile returning.

“…and I think I’d be less likely to kill myself if you were there.”

You exhaled, looking away.

“Won’t…Sarah be there? I mean, I can tell Pope that it’s not a date until I’m blue in the face, but he’s not going to hear it.”

Rafe laughed at that, like he found your worry about Pope finding out funny.

“No, Sarah won’t be there. Your brother and their friends have taken John B.’s van to God knows where and probably won’t be back until tomorrow. I saw them leave with Sarah this morning.”

“Huh.”

You had noticed that you hadn’t seen Pope all day, not even when you woke up, but it wasn’t abnormal for you, so you hadn’t given it much thought.

“So, it’s tonight?”

“Last minute, I know, but to make up for the short notice,” you watched him reach down to grab a bag you hadn’t even noticed. “I got you something to wear. It’ll put a smile on their face, so…”

You were torn between being flattered or offended. On the one hand, no guy had ever bought you anything before, date or not. On the other, you didn’t know if you imagined the insinuation that Rafe was basically saying he didn’t think you owned anything that would impress Ward and Rose. He would be right, though, but you didn’t think you liked it.

“You seemed sure that I would say yes.”

“I hoped,” he said with a shrug, a crooked smile on his pink lips as he held the bag out to you.

Reluctantly, you took it, and his smile grew.

“Okay,” you finally relented, shrugging.

“Good, good,” he replied, straightening and looking towards the kitchen. “When your order’s ready, let me drop you off. I’ll swing back by to pick you up at 8.”

He brushed his hand over your shoulder and was gone before you could protest, and you were forced to go along with that, you guessed. He kept his word, helping you carry the food before helping you into his truck. Your dad seemed very happy to wave Rafe goodbye when he dropped you off, and you couldn’t gage his reaction as you told him about tonight.

“Anniversary party?”

“Something like that,” you said, licking your lips. “Since I’ve been tutoring Wheezie, they wanted to be polite and invite me.”

You hated lying, but you didn’t know how it would go if you told your dad Rafe invited you. Again, like Pope, you could tell him that it wasn’t date, but he’d never buy it. Your dad trusted you, at least you were sure, but you were positive any normal dad would flinch at the sight of their teenage daughter dating a slightly older guy. It wasn’t like Rafe was your dad’s age or anything close to it, but he just seemed so much older sometimes, more mature, and being around him was slightly intimidating.

“Well…alright. That seems fair. Very nice of them too,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest with a nod.

He seemed satisfied enough, and you relaxed.

As you got ready, you didn’t know why you were nervous. Rafe had said it wasn’t a date, and the thought was beyond silly anyway, but you couldn’t get your heart to stop racing. In all the other settings you’d been in with Rafe, it was so casual and usually surrounded by dumb teenagers and college students who weren’t giving you a second thought. That first night was the only exception, and even then, you couldn’t focus on anything other than being embarrassed to be rescued by your brother’s friend’s brother.

However, this was way more formal. You’d be by Rafe in front of his parents and whatever other rich Kooks they’d invited. You were starting to remind yourself of Pope, but you couldn’t help it. You were hyperaware of everything. Your hair, your makeup, and even what you might say. You were sure you’d sweat out of the all-white outfit Rafe had picked out.

He wasn’t even a minute late, and you didn’t miss the way his blue eyes lit up as you answered the door. He looked you over, admiring his work apparently, before taking your hand and making you awkwardly spin.

“It looks nice on you.”

A neutral compliment. You smiled, thanking him.

“The actual dinner portion will last all of thirty minutes if that,” he told you while on the way.

You looked him over as he talked, thinking he looked so proper in a simple polo and khakis. He didn’t look like himself, and you felt a little better that you weren’t the only one being made up like a doll.

“So, once the adults—well, the older adults, start doing their thing, we can honestly fuck off to wherever.”

“Okay.”

You nodded, looking out of the window and lightly pulling at your skirt. You thought you could feel Rafe’s eyes on you, and a moment later, his hands was pulling at yours.

“Stop,” he said, making you look at him. “You look fine.”

He said it so confidently that you told yourself the same.

Ward was definitely surprised to see you when you walked through the door, but he pulled you into a polite hug, nonetheless. Rose did the same, and Wheezie boldly asked if you were Rafe’s girlfriend with a small frown on her face. You were quick to shut that down, and Rafe just chuckled into his glass as he sipped on what you assumed was a virgin drink. Ward seemed like a very straight laced kind of man.

There definitely wasn’t as many people as you feared there would be, but for some reason, that made you even more nervous. Your cheeks hurt from your tight smile, answering questions about school and summer plans.

“I took a year off too,” some older man told you, a friend of Ward’s. “Best decision I ever made.”

When he proceeded to ask you about fancy colleges, that was where he lost you. You definitely had the grades and extracurriculars for it, but the money…well, that was another thing entirely. Just as Rafe had predicted, dinner lasted all of thirty minutes, and when the formalities disappeared and everyone started to just mingle outside, you found yourself looking at a painting in one of the halls.

“Some expensive thing Rose just had to have,” a familiar voice drawled from behind you. “Rose is big on art and pottery and…”

He trailed off when you faced him, dismissively waving his hand, and you wondered how long he’d been standing there.

You got the feeling he didn’t care for his stepmother all that much.

“I can see why you invited me,” you told him. “It’s very…proper.”

“Stuffy.”

“Refined.”

“Uptight.”

You and Rafe teasingly stared each other down, and you relented, throwing up your hands.

“I was trying to be nice about it, but-.”

“Why?” he scoffed, moving closer. “Call it what it is.”

He roughly exhaled, nursing a darker drink that you were sure wasn’t so virgin.

“All they do is sit around and pat each other on the back for being so rich and sophisticated and smart to make deal after deal.”

You tilted your head at him as he took a sip, pressing your lips together.

“Don’t do that. You like being rich just as much as they do.”

He smirked, eyes cutting to you, not denying it.

“I’m not criticizing them for being rich. I’m criticizing them for being boring,” he corrected you. “All the money in the world and this is what they choose to do with their time.”

You didn’t disagree with him there, and your gaze was drawn to another painting. Again, you thought you could feel him staring at you, and when you looked at him, you found that you were right. Rafe was the type who wasn’t embarrassed about being caught, and so he kept staring.

“I’m glad you came with me, tonight.”

His sudden sincerity threw you, and you licked your lips, nodding.

“You asked, and…I do kind of owe you.”

The house felt empty aside from you two.

“Still,” he breathed. “Tonight was actually a little fun because of you, so…”

He held his hand out, nodding towards the stairs.

“Come on. I don’t want to be the only one drinking,” he joked.

At least, you thought he was joking, but even if he wasn’t, you neared him and slipped your hand in his anyway.

You were half asleep when you heard it.

Tap.

It was clear as day in your ear, the sound echoing throughout your quiet room, but you’d convinced yourself you’d imagined it when you heard it again. Your lashes fluttered, and you rolled to your back, staring at your ceiling with a frown before turning your head towards your window. The figure that stood there had your heart attempting to climb out of your throat, and you sat up so fast it made your head spin. However, it took you all of seven seconds to recognize how familiar they looked.

With a confused frown, you slid off of your bed and made your way to the window.

“Rafe?”

It was without a doubt the very blond who had somehow become something akin to…a friend these days.

“What are you doing here?”

You didn’t even know how late it was, and as much as Rafe had scared you awake by standing outside of your window, your eyes felt tight with sleep. You noticed the tautness in his face, jaw clenched and eyes not as warm and teasing as you had become used to. Your frown deepened. He pulled his lip between his teeth, glancing away with a small sigh before meeting your eyes again.

“Can I come in?”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you worriedly looked at your closed door like your parents would somehow sense this man asking for entry to your bedroom.

“Why…?” you slowly wondered, confusion growing.

You watched him take a deep breath, and as his knuckles strained against your window sill, you noticed they were slightly bruised. Worry swirled in your gut, and when you looked back up, Rafe was looking at you, and you knew he knew you noticed.

“To tell you the truth,” he sounded reluctant to do just that. “I got into it with my dad…”

Your shoulders drooped.

“…and I just couldn’t be in that house, right, so… I’m driving and I’m driving, and I’m thinking that I don’t want to be around Topper or Kelce either who’s just going to give me some coke or put a drink in my hand or crack jokes when I’m actually fucking pissed.”

The venom in his tone shocked you, and you blinked at this other side of him.

“It wasn’t until I was almost here that I realized where I was going…and I just… I just wanted to see you.”

He scratched the back of his head, and your chest clenched.

“No…yeah. Yeah, that’s fine. I… Come in.”

You moved out of the way, swallowing at the sight of Rafe Cameron climbing through your window. It didn’t seem real, and you shook your head.

“Do you need anything? Ice or…?” you trailed off, eyeing his knuckles again and wondering if that’s what he meant when he said he got into it with Ward.

You hoped not.

“Nah, this isn’t from that. I punched a wall,” he told you, and it sounded so ridiculous you couldn’t help but to let out a nervous laugh.

“You punched a wall?”

He nodded, looking away from you and instead taking in your room.

“Are you sure you don’t want ice or anything? That has to hurt,” you whispered.

He didn’t answer you at first, slowly walking around your room and studying every poster, every picture on your mirror, and every random item you hadn’t gotten around to putting in it’s proper place.

“Nah,” he drawled. “I’ll be fine. Not the first time.”

His words made you frown, and you suddenly felt…sad for Rafe. You never imagined you would. He had everything someone his age could want, and you felt so narrowminded all of a sudden, wondering why you thought his money and fancy upbringing secured a happy life. You and your parents had your spats, sure, but they’d never made you angry enough to want to punch anything. It made you shake your head.

Even crazier, Rafe had come to you. Not the friends he’d had his whole life, but you.

When he got done with his perusal, his eyes fell to you, drinking you in, and you only just became aware of the t-shirt that hit your knees. It wasn’t like Rafe was making you feel exposed or anything, his eyes focused on your face, but you couldn’t help it. Rafe Cameron was in your bedroom, and you didn’t have on pants.

That wasn’t something you could just ignore.

You moved to sit down, unsure of what else to do, and you watched Rafe shove his hands into his pockets.

“I’m sorry,” you said suddenly, and Rafe tilted his head at you. “About you and your dad.”

He chuckled at that, and you didn’t know what was funny.

“It’s not the first time, and it definitely won’t be the last.”

That made you sadder, and you were sure it showed on your face.

“I don’t think I’ve ever fought with my parents like that,” you slowly said, and Rafe smirked.

He walked towards you, sitting on the edge of your bed with his back facing you.

“No, you wouldn’t, would you? You’re a good girl.”

The way he said that had you wracking your brain, and something about his tone made you feel like you should be insulted. As if he’d read your mind, Rafe continued.

“You don’t fuck up like I do.”

The insinuation that the fight was deserved had you moving closer.

“Whatever you did, I’m sure it doesn’t warrant your dad making you so angry you punch a wall,” you told him, perplexed.

He looked over his shoulder at you at that, drinking you in, and a slow smile made it’s way onto his lips.

“You have a lot of faith in me. How do you know?”

Rafe’s face was closer, now, smile gone.

“How do you know I didn’t deserve it?”

You didn’t truthfully, but the Rafe you’d grown to know was nice. He gave you rides when you needed then, and he was friendly, and he lied to your parents for you.

“I don’t, I guess…but, the Rafe I know doesn’t.”

He stared at you for what felt like a long time before nodding, a soft smile on his face as he turned away.

“Well, thank you. That means a lot.”

You bit your lip, having something on your mind and contemplating on whether or not to voice it before deciding to.

“I’m glad you came here.”

He perked up at that, looking at you again, and you held his gaze.

“You shouldn’t be alone after something like that, with that much anger, and…if you decide you don’t want to talk to your friends, you can come to me. I don’t mind.”

Rafe’s brows drew together at that, and he eyed you.

“You mean that?”

“Yeah,” you said, sitting up. “It would make me feel better to know that you’re not punching walls.”

You both softly chuckled at that, and you were startled when Rafe took your hand. He played with your fingers, eyeing them and swiping his tongue between his lips before his gaze met yours again. He looked at you from beneath his lashes as he leaned on your bed at your feet.

“Thank you.”

You returned it with a smile, wondering how on earth you were going to get any sleep tonight.

You fucked up.

Bad.

You couldn’t even blame this on Cam or Bunny, because this was all you. They’d warned you that the punch was spiked, and you could vaguely recall making a comment on how you didn’t even taste any alcohol. This was your first lesson in learning that was the dangerous kind, you guessed, and you pressed your hand to your forehead.

This was the fourth time you’d thrown up tonight, and you could feel that you were dehydrated. Your fingers shook, and you were so out of it that you stumbled with every fifth step you took. You could barely make out the faces in front of you, and you suspected that you’d probably walked right by the blonde or redhead and hadn’t even realized.

There were so many people in the house, this easily being one of the biggest parties you’d been to this summer. You had recognized people here and there, but not enough to point them out at this point. You’d never been this drunk in your life, and if you doubted it before, you stuck to that thought when you realized you’d misplaced your phone.

You were glued to your phone.

You leaned against the wall in the hallway, pressing your face into your hands and fighting the urge to throw up again. Your stomach kept turning, and you felt that familiar taste of salt in your mouth, making your face fall.

“Oh my God,” you heard yourself slur.

When you banged on the bathroom, you got a response, and you huffed. It was a struggle to get down the stairs, and you almost fell a few times trying to push past people and get outside. While the fresh air did sober you up a bit, it did nothing to alleviate your nausea, and your face became acquainted with the bushes.

You hated throwing up. Hated the salty wet taste in your mouth, and the way you felt so out of control as your body literally forced things out of you. As you puked into the bushes at some house of some guy you couldn’t even remember, you thought to yourself that this was the lowest of the low for you…

…and then you heard his voice.

“Y/N?”

You were taking deep breaths when you heard him approach you, and you tearfully looked up to meet his gaze.

“Hey, Rafe,” you breathed, correcting yourself and now recognizing this as the lowest.

You kept breathing in the fresh air, trying to clear your head.

“I’ve been there once or twice myself,” the blond joked, fully taking in the scene before him.

However, when you tried to straighten only to sway on your feet, he became serious.

“Woah, woah. You alright…?”

His soft voice was in your ear, and you reluctantly shook your head.

“I drank way too much…and this is the fifth time tonight I…”

You trailed off, embarrassment filling you. Rafe’s hands dug into your waist and shoulder as he held you upright.

“You sure you weren’t drugged?”

You shook your head.

“I knew the punch had alcohol, but I could barely taste it, so my mind wasn’t really focusing on that as I kept drinking more,” you slurred, pausing to take a deep breath. “It snuck up on me.”

“Yeah, that sounds familiar,” he dragged out, helping you walk. “Where are your friends?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “I lost them.”

You paused.

“…and my phone,” you said with a groan.

You were practically hanging off of Rafe, now.

“Alright,” he said like it was no problem, like you weren’t inconveniencing him again. “Let’s just get you home.”

You reacted immediately.

“No,” you almost shouted, and you could tell you shocked him.

You softened your voice, trying not to cry.

“I…I can’t go home like this,” you fearfully whispered. “Not yet, at least.”

All of your weight was on Rafe, and he seemed to see where you were coming from.

“Okay, it’s okay,” he whispered, guiding you to his truck.

“I’m really sorry,” you apologized, the world swaying a bit. “I know you had so many better things to do, and…”

You trailed off when Rafe pressed a finger to his lips, sitting you in his passenger seat, now. You slowly blinked as he buckled you in, and you felt his hand on your face, wiping your mouth with his thumb.

“It’s okay,” he slowly reiterated.

You winced when the door closed, head lolling as Rafe started it up. The soft purr of the truck was relaxing, and you felt yourself leaning. You could hear him calling your name, and you tipped all the way over, your head near his lap. You could feel his hand on your hair, and you absentmindedly thanked yourself for keeping it up tonight, happy it wouldn’t be smeared with vomit.

The only way you knew you’d dozed off was because the next time you opened your eyes, you were slowly being led through Rafe’s yard, his chest at your back.

“No one’s home,” he told you, and you were so glad.

You blinked, just realizing that he’d walked you through his yard.

“You brought me here?”

You swiveled your head towards him.

“Yeah,” he breathed, preparing you for the stairs by kicking your shoes off with his feet. “We’ll sober you up, and hey, if need be, we’ll put you in the guest room.”

That sounded like a nice idea, and you both slowly took the stairs one at a time.

“…my parents…”

Your voice sounded so soft in your ears.

“Hey…didn’t I take care of them before?”

You giggled at the memory, nodding.

You drunkenly took in Rafe’s room as he walked you inside, and you collapsed on his bed, looking around as he searched his drawers. You’d never been in his room, hadn’t even thought about it really, but now that you were here, you looked around in wonder. You wondered if this was how Rafe felt when he was in yours the other night.

You noted the sound of the shower turning on.

When Rafe was at your side again, he was helping you sit up and was putting a shirt in your hand. He knelt before you, touching your face again and studying you.

“You think you can manage?”

He was talking about the shower, and you nodded.

“I’ll try.”

Try you did. The hot water and steam definitely helped, but there’d been several times during your shower that you’d found yourself kneeling or leaning against the wall, having a hard time standing. You couldn’t even focus on the fact that you were showering in Rafe’s room, taking in his bathroom too when you managed to get the water off.

You were walking better, now, and your head wasn’t swimming as much when you stepped out. However, there was no sign of Rafe, and you made your way into the hall. You were nearing the stairs as you could hear him in the kitchen, and you had managed to struggle halfway down them when he appeared at the bottom, hurrying towards you.

“Woah, woah, what are you doing?” he chuckled, a couple of bottles of water in his hands. “Are you trying to break your neck?”

You pressed your hand to your head, shaking it as he turned you around.

“I was looking for you. Where should I put my clothes?”

“I’ll take care of them, don’t worry,” he told you, a hand on the small of your back.

When you were back in his room, you sat down on his bed, gladly taking a water.

“Thank you,” you told him, chugging it. “I never thought I’d be so drunk it scared me.”

He sat the others down on his nightstand.

“How you feeling?”

You sighed at the question.

“I’m too drunk to step a foot into my house and I threw up five times,” you deadpanned.

Rafe chuckled at that before disappearing into his bathroom.

“When you’re done with that, come brush your teeth. Get that taste out of your mouth,” he called.

You never felt more grateful, taking him up on that suggestion. He told you you could put your spare one by his, and when you were done, you joined him in his room. Without thinking, you laid down, hoping that you’d feel a thousand times better in an hour or so.

“You don’t even know how embarrassed I am,” you murmured, and the bed dipped as Rafe sat down in front of you. “At this point, you have to think that I am a mess and should just be locked up in my house forever.”

You glanced up, eyes meeting his.

“That’s not what I think,” he whispered with a shake of his head.

“Well…it’s what I think.”

Just then, you both heard the door downstairs, and your wide eyes met his as voices reached you. They sounded familiar, like Sarah, and you closed your eyes, lips parting in a silent sigh.

“Great,” you murmured.

You felt Rafe’s hand on your arm, and you opened your eyes to look at him.

“Don’t worry about it,” he assured you. “We’ll wait here for a while, and if you feel better, I can sneak you out.”

Your eyes watered at that, and you knew it was the alcohol.

“Thank you,” you mouthed and kind of whispered. “You’re too nice to me, Rafe, and I don’t know why.”

There was a slight frown on his face at that, and he moved to lay down too, facing you.

“I just keep thinking of how many crappy situations I found myself in and how I would’ve possibly gotten out of them if it weren’t for you.”

He didn’t respond to that, and you could feel your eyes drooping some.

“You’re like this coke snorting angel in board shorts or something…”

You both chuckled at that, and Rafe was saying something to you, but you were drifting too far into sleep to hear it.

The next time you woke up, the house was quiet. You still felt groggy, head swimming, but you could tell the water and sleep had done something to alleviate your inebriation. You opened your eyes and was happy it was still dark outside, but you did wonder what time it was.

“You only slept about an hour and a half.”

Rafe’s voice startled you, and you glanced up, not realizing he was awake. You wondered if he’d been awake this whole time, and as you noted him watching you, you wondered if he’d done that the whole time. The alcohol in your system had you entertaining self-centered thoughts.

“Sarah?”

“She and her friends are still here.”

You noticed his use of the plural and frowned. He nodded.

“Even Pope,” he told you.

You sighed at that, and you were sure you were going to say something when Rafe’s finger touched your lips. The action surprised you, and you were more focused on him, now. Somehow, your drunken haze hadn’t allowed you to register it before, but you couldn’t help but focus on the fact that you were half dressed in Rafe’s bed…with Rafe. You hadn’t realized how close you were, and you studied his gaze.

“What…?” you finally whispered, and he simply shook his head.

Something about the air felt…off. Off to you, at least because this was unfamiliar to you. Rafe’s finger trailed from your lips to your cheek, and then down past your chin. Your heart sped up at the feel, and you swallowed. Rafe’s gaze was drawn to the movement, eyes studying the column of your neck.

“Rafe…”

The blond moved closer.

“What are you…?”

Your words died on your lips.

Rafe gently pressed his to yours, and you blinked, taken aback but feeling so warm. The kiss was gentle, and you sighed into it. You’d kissed a few boys before. Innocent pecks behind the bleachers or by a tree during lunch, but never anything that lasted this long and certainly didn’t make your entire body tingle. It was so foreign, new, and you pulled away, gasping.

Rafe shushed you, reaching for you.

“It’s okay,” he murmured, a hand on the back of your neck.

He pulled you into another kiss, this one firmer, and you sharply inhaled at the way he moved his mouth against yours. His fingers massaged into the skin at the back of your neck, and you were still so in shock that you couldn’t process what this meant. However, the way he kissed you had your eyes closing, and the alcohol in your system didn’t help.

The alcohol reminded you of why you couldn’t go home and then home made you think of Pope.

You pulled away from him again, sitting up this time, and Rafe followed.

“Hey, hey,” he whispered, hands on your face as he tried to get you to look at him.

“Pope,” you breathed. “I…c-can’t…”

“It’s okay,” Rafe softly told you, leaning in and brushing his lips against yours. “You’re okay.”

He kissed you again and again, softly telling you it was okay, hands spreading along your jaw and neck. Your hands were on his arm, unsure if you wanted to push him away or not.

“Wait,” you said in between kisses, feeling like you couldn’t think straight. “I need to…”

The blond made a soothing shushing sound, lips meeting yours, one hand trailing over you now. You jerked at the feel, unintentionally pressing yourself closer to him, and he deepened the kiss. You pressed a hand to his chest, and Rafe deeply inhaled, mouth moving over yours. He was leaning in, pushing you down, and you felt weak, suddenly as drunk as you were hours ago.

You made a noise when your back met his bed, Rafe hovering over you and a knee sliding up, separating your legs. You gasped at that, the cool air hitting your core, and your other hand came up to his chest too. It made you shudder, trembling even more when one of his hands snaked its way down your body, disappearing between your thighs.

Your eyes flew open.

Your nails dug into him, fingers twisting in Rafe’s shirt as he pressed a finger to you. He was slow in circling you, so gently it was almost torturous. The sensation had you gasping, and you felt Rafe smile into the kiss. He worked that same finger into you, making you tighten your hold on his shirt, and Rafe pulled away to watch your face.

Your brows were drawn together as he fingered you, and you didn’t have time to process what was happening. One. Two. Three. At some point, he’d worked three into you, shushing you when you cried out and telling you it was okay, mentioning something about needing to be ready for him. You were so wet, wetter than you’d ever been before when it was just you alone in your bedroom.

He pressed kisses to your lips and cheeks and neck as he massaged your walls. It was nothing like you’d felt before, and your lashes fluttered when he started to kiss his way down your body. You could feel his cool breath hitting you where his fingers were, and you barely had time to lift your head and look down when his mouth was covering you completely.

The gasp you let out was loud, and you completely forgot that you weren’t the only ones in the house.

Rafe tasted you like a man starved, tongue swirling inside of you, sliding over you, flicking against you. The sound reached your ears, and it made your face burn. That dull pain you’d registered in the back of your mind was overshadowed by the sensations brought on by both his fingers and his tongue. He still licked at you, pushing a finger into you and then a second, curling them and making you arch.

Your heart was racing in your chest, and you felt so hot now. No longer warm, but hot.

Your hands found his hair, twisting and pulling, and you could feel Rafe chuckle. The sound made you jerk, throwing your head back as he sucked on you, tongue sliding into you once his fingers were gone. You hadn’t realized that your hips were moving, grinding onto his face like a possessed woman, but Rafe seemed to like it, hooking his arms around your thighs and helping anchor you.

You bit your lip, swallowing down whimpers and mewls, only heavy breaths escaping through your nose.

All too soon, it felt like, Rafe pulled away. It gave you time to collect your thoughts, and you couldn’t believe what was happening. You didn’t understand how you got here, and you shook your head, moving to sit up when Rafe rejoined you. He was naked now, and you didn’t have time to register the shock before he was slowly kissing you.

Your hands pressed into the bed to keep from being pushed back down, trying to talk to him, but his hands grabbed the end of the shirt he’d let you borrow. In yanking it, your arms fell, and you bounced on his bed as he tossed it behind him somewhere. Rafe wouldn’t stop kissing you, wouldn’t let your mind think, but you didn’t have anymore thoughts when he slowly started to dip into you.

You gasped, nails pressing into his skin as he slowly sheathed himself inside of you. Bit by bit he pushed forward, stretching you out and creating the strangest dulled burning sensation. A sharp moan escaped when he could go no further, and your chest heaved as you stared at the ceiling. Rafe lifted his head, hand coming up to wipe the beads of sweat from your forehead, and he kissed the corner of your mouth.

“You’re okay,” he assured you, shifting and pressing a hand into the bed beside your head. “I’ll take care of you.”

When he moved, you squeezed your eyes shut. It was equal parts pain and pleasure and something unknown. Rafe continuously pressed his lips to your skin, his own labored breathing in your ear. The sound fascinated you for some reason, wondering if he felt just like you felt. He stretched you and filled you in a way that almost felt wrong, too much, but every stroke stroked something in you that had you wanting him to keep going.

He kept his eyes on you, constantly watching your face and your eyes and your lips. You started to ask him why, but you thought that would be weird considering the circumstances. As you stared at him, watching him move over you, it was hitting you that you were having sex with Rafe Cameron.

You’d never given it much thought before who you would have sex with, but Rafe Cameron would’ve been nowhere near an option. He was Rafe. He was older and all the guys knew him and all the girls wanted to. He threw parties everyone wanted to go to and he always looked like nothing bothered him and he’d been nicknamed the Kook Prince of Figure 8. Rafe didn’t look at girls like you…and yet…

Here he was, having sex with a girl like you.

This wasn’t how you had predicted the night would go, at all, and truthfully, you still didn’t know how you felt about it. You were still so drunk and could hardly focus on a thing at a time, but one thing stood out above all else and it was the way Rafe was looking at you. Not how he was fucking you or touching you, but how he was looking at you.

It made you shudder, and it felt more intimate than him literally being inside of you. He wouldn’t take his blue eyes off of you, taking in your every expression and every sound you made. It was like he cared more about that than what was between your legs. He leaned a forearm against the bed beside your head, getting closer, and his chest brushed yours with every thrust.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he murmured, lips touching yours as he spoke. “You like that?”

He curved his hips into yours, making you whimper, and he smiled, teeth winking at you. Your hands came up to grasp his back, nails digging in, and his smile widened.

“There you go,” he purred, snapping into you. “Mark me up.”

You were, you realized with shock, and you didn’t mean to nor want to, but you felt so overwhelmed and needed something to grasp. Something to ground you, and a choked moan climbed out of your throat.

“Rafe,” you gasped, and he kissed you.

“You’re okay…”

Your eyes briefly closed, noting how snug he felt inside of you, and every movement against your walls had you shaking. You whined, toes curling, and Rafe’s other hand was trailing over you. He was touching you and tickling you and squeezing you, feeling you up with every thrust. His hand pressed to the small of your back, forcing your lower half up and closer.

“I wanna come inside you.”

The words reached your ears, and you knew that was bad, not ideal, but in your haze, you couldn’t care.

“I shouldn’t,” he chuckled. “…but I want to.”

Everything had happened so fast, and you couldn’t even remember if Rafe had put on a condom. You had a brief thought that you were going to be that girl tomorrow morning, disheveled and bringing a Plan B to the checkout counter. It was surreal to think about.

He pressed open mouth kisses to your neck, and you clung to him, hanging on and just losing yourself in the feel of his cock thrusting into you. Faintly, you could hear voices again down the hall, footsteps too, and you had most certainly forgotten who else was here. You couldn’t find the state of mind to focus on that either.

Rafe’s cock plunged into you over and over, and you could hear yourself mumbling incoherently. You felt so spaced out, trying to focus on so much at once, but you didn’t want to stop. You were obsessed with the feeling, your hips lifting to meet his every time, and Rafe looked down at the sight, staring at where he disappeared into you.

“Look at you,” he murmured, tongue darting out to touch his lips. “Making a mess all over me.”

It was the alcohol that had you murmuring a soft ‘sorry’, and Rafe chuckled. He kissed you again, nose brushing yours.

“Nothing to be sorry about,” he whispered. “I’ll show you how to clean it up one day.”

Rafe completely surrounded you, caging you in and jerking himself into you. His forehead touched yours, blond hair damp and hanging, and when he kissed you again, you drunkenly kissed him back.

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Art Was Here

Art the Clown x Reader

Word Count: 3.6K

Summary: You and your two best friends, Tara and Dawn, are creeped out by a weird clown at the pizzeria. What you don’t realize is that you’ve been followed, and the clown has other plans for you.

Warnings: 18+,Smut, Porn with Plot, Violence, Murder, Reader has female anatomy but no pronouns mentioned

“I think we should get our food to go.”

Tara’s slow and unsteady words pulled your eyes up from Instagram to her scrunched face. She looked worried, but wasn’t looking at you or Dawn. You followed her gaze across the Pizzeria to the monochromatic clown that sat at the booth across from you. His hands were crossed politely, starkly contradicting the scowl he wore on his painted face.

“Is that the guy from earlier?” You asked softly, touching Tara’s arm to subtly get her attention.

She nodded, looking at you like a kicked puppy. She was scared, and you had to admit, this guy didn’t exactly make you feel comfortable, especially when you realize he followed you and your friends here.

Dawn turned her head, blonde hair hitting Tara in the face and sticking to her purple lipstick. “Him?” She pointed a thumb at him, rolling her eyes at you both before standing.

“Excuse me?” Dawn stood in front of the clown, arms crossed and phone in hand. “Uh…excuse me? Can I get a picture with you?”

You shifted uncomfortably. “Dawn, come on.”

Dawn twisted to you, “Shut up,” she scoffed. “Hello?” She lifted a manicured hand to the clown's face and snapped at him. You felt your soul leave your body, especially when he did absolutely nothing to react to Dawn’s antics, instead he stared directly at you, eyes holding yours, face still locked in an ugly glower.

“Okay, I’ll take that as a yes.” Dawn moved closer to him, and you watched in horror as she took a seat in his lap. Even as she forced him to pose for her perverted photoshoot, he did not take his eyes off yours.

After Dawn was satisfied with herself, she stood. “Thanks,” she smiled at him and made her way back to the table.

You and Tara stared in shock at Dawn, completely appalled with what she had just done.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Tara hissed, turning back to check on the clown.

Dawn rolled her eyes. “What, did you think he was going to hack me up into little pieces or something?”

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, drunkenly trying to cope with being scared of and now a little sorry for the clown. He might be creepy, but it was wrong of Dawn to do that.

You all got your pizza, and despite keeping a close eye on him, you barely noticed as he snuck off to the bathroom. Minutes later, he was being yelled at and kicked out by the owner, who had just comforted you and your friends. The clown was ushered out of the Pizzeria, and had to hurriedly grab his garbage bag full of who-knows-what. The door was slammed in his face, and as he began to walk away, he locked eyes with you again, lifting his hand to wave at you. Your stomach twisted, but at least he was gone.

You and your friends, now full of pizza and a little less drunk, made your way back to the car. Dawn still stumbled a bit, but pointed her phone screen towards your face.

“Look, we have 18 likes already.” It was the photo of her kissing the creepy clown on the cheek. The picture alone gave you the heebeegeebees. Whoever that dude was, he was creepy.

“Dawn, that was really rude. He was probably uncomfortable.”

“If he was uncomfortable, he could’ve…what happened to the tires?”

You stared in horror as you discovered the holes in all four of Dawn’s tires. A sinking feeling in your stomach weighed you down when you turned to talk to Tara, who was already on the phone with her sister.

You leaned against the car, arms wrapping around yourself in an attempt to stave off the cold October chill. At this moment, you regret dressing the way you did, legs and arms almost completely exposed.

“Okay, Victoria is going to come get us…”

You sighed in relief. Now all you had to do was wait. All three of you leaned against the car in silence, arms wrapped around yourselves.

Tara turned to you and Dawn. “I really have to pee.”

“So go.” Dawn responded nonchalantly.

“Go? I’m not gonna pop a squat in the street like you do.”

Dawn turned to her, hands dropping to her sides. “Well tough shit because it’s gonna be a while until your sister gets here.”

“Fuck…” Tara grumbled, looking around. “Maybe that guy has a bathroom I can use.” She pointed to what looked like a janitor unlocking an abandoned building.

You shivered, watching as Tara walked towards the building. “I…I think I’ll stay here with Dawn…” you said quietly. The idea of going into an abandoned building with a man was not something that appealed to you. And, you figured, if something did happen to Tara, it’s better to have you safe out here to help.

She nodded and began to talk to the man, but she was too far away for you to hear now.

“C’mon, I’m freezing my tits off.” Dawn growled, opening the driver's side door. You walked around to the passengers side, sitting down in the seat. The inside of the car wasn’t too much warmer, but as Dawn turned the key, the heater started up. You sighed in relief and hunched over yourself. You were still on edge, craning your neck to look outside every once in a while. When three separate checks of the sidewalk outside resulted in absolutely nothing, you finally felt comfortable enough to put your head down against your arms and close your eyes.

You heard Dawn flip through radio stations, before stopping on one.

“This is a WNEW breaking news alert. We have a major development in Miles County this evening, where authorities are investigating a double homicide. Two employees at the Deer Hill's Pizzeria were found brutally murdered just moments ago. No suspects are in custody yet but police are on the lookout for a tall, thin man wearing a black and white clown costume and carrying a large garbage bag.”

You sat up quickly, eyes wide and heart pounding. You and Dawn made eye contact for a moment.

“No way…” she said softly.

You reached down to turn up the radio.

“An Eyewitness spotted the suspect after hearing multiple screams. No further details at this moment. Stay tuned, and we'll continue to bring you more breaking updates as they become available.”

The back door opened, but you could barely think, let alone speak.

“Tara, you won’t believe what we just heard on the radio…” you saw from your peripheral, Dawn turning towards Tara in the back, and then suddenly, she was hunched over the steering wheel, blood staining her blonde hair.

You whipped your body around to meet the eyes of the clown you had seen in the Pizzeria. A scream tore its way out of your throat and your entire body shook as you yanked on the door handle. The door was locked, it wouldn’t budge.

You felt hands wrap around your neck, making your hands abandon the door handle. You clawed at the clown's hands as he yanked you out of your seat. Choked cries escaped you but you used all of your power to kick as hard as you could against the dash, forcing your body against the clown’s chest. You heard a small “oof” sound as he exhaled air, and his grip loosened ever so slightly. You struggled against him to reach for the handle, but instead, he grabbed your arms and held them in against your chest.

Your throat was raw from screaming, you were out of breath, and with the heater blasting, sweat dripped down your brow. He had you restrained, and you finally sat still against his chest, the only sound you could hear was your fast breath and heart beating in your ears. You close your eyes tight, expecting him to stab you, break your neck, do anything to kill you. But… it never came.

Instead, he sat still, hand firm against your throat but not squeezing. You felt his long hooked nose against the crook of your neck and heard him inhale deeply. Your chest heaved with the heavy breaths you took and the feeling of him being so close to you made you nervous. You looked down to finally see how you were sitting in his lap.

Your short costume was hiked up around your upper thighs, which were spread from the struggle, one foot pushed against the center console and one firmly planted on the ground. His legs were beneath yours, long and pushing against the seats in front of you. The silky material of his jumpsuit felt nice against your skin and you began to feel a different kind of tension with the clown.

It was hard to keep reminding yourself that he had just killed two people, and attacked one of your best friends, who lay unconscious just a foot away from you. His hands let up on your throat and you relaxed a little bit, until you felt them again at your waist. His touch was rough and unpracticed, grabbing at your thin clothing and yanking at you feverishly.

You could feel your face turning red, the car was so hot and sweat glistened on your skin. You turned to look at him, his eyes were glazed and glued to your chest, mouth open slightly but still formed into a tiny but focused frown.

You had to decide now if you wanted to try to escape or stay and let him do what he wanted. Attempting to escape seemed like it could be dangerous, given the fact that he decided to spare you once already, but you might not be so lucky again. Instead you decided that appeasing the clown was the best way to survive, at least that’s what you told yourself in order to be less weirded out by your attraction towards him.

You decided to turn, which was difficult because of the cramped space you were working with. Your neck craned to avoid the ceiling and your hair fell in front of your eyes. You settled again on his lap and immediately felt his hands on you again, this time on the sides of your thighs. His fingers moved up and traced the edge of your skirt. Your breath hitched and you could feel the butterflies in your stomach as his touch.

The feeling of butterflies rose to your chest as you finally met his gaze, painted eyes staring into yours intensely. The way his eyes seemed so lifeless yet so expressive disturbed you, but you also felt like you couldn’t look away, eyes locked with his as you wrapped your arms slowly around his neck. The eyes you were watching watched your arms move as if he were nervous about you being able to wrap around him. Maybe he felt like you holding him would give you the upper hand somehow, even though he seemed inhumanly strong despite his scrawny frame.

Hands splayed out between his shoulder blades steadied you as you decided to lean into him further, bodies completely pressed together. It was now that you noticed the amount of blood he was soaked in, drops soaking into the white fabric of his clothes and beginning to dry and flake off his cheek. His hands moved further up, now completely under your skirt and toying with the edge of your lace underwear. You hadn’t gotten any action at the Halloween party like you’d hoped, so you guessed you’re glad someone got to see them?

He suddenly looked extremely displeased, and you thought you’d done something wrong. You backed up a little, but followed his eye line to your chest. His hands came up, and you just now noticed that they were covered in blood, and yanked your dress down, your bra joining it. You yelped in surprise at the suddenness of your exposure, tits now on full display for the bloodied clown.

This seemed to fix this issue and he now wore a huge smile flashing stained teeth. You leaned forward again, feeling the soft silk against your chest. You decided to be a little more brave, you leaned down and your lips connected with the side of his neck. He tensed up for a second, but you ran your tongue over the soft skin there before biting down gently with your front teeth. You forgot to account for the fact that he has paint on, which you could definitely taste, but it didn’t bug you enough to stop. His head fell back onto the headrest behind him but his hands never stopped moving. One trailed up your inner thigh and the other palmed your breast, fingers pinching at your already hard nipple.

You closed your eyes tight, focused on the sensation of what was happening as you felt his fingers move closer and closer to where you wanted them. They were bloody and grimy but at this moment you couldn’t care less. Your head was tucked in the crook of his neck and the smell of iron and musk filled your nose, as if he had been covered in the same blood and sweat for days, which you wouldn’t doubt.

His fingers wrapped around the side of your panties and he yanked them, ripping them off like they were made of tissue paper. Your hands wandered down his chest while you finally backed up enough to stare at him. Looking at him like this made you feel ashamed of how much you were enjoying his touch, the moments of you convincing yourself that having sex with the clown was only for survival were over. Despite the shameful feeling, you also didn’t want to stop, you figured that he wouldn’t tell anyone…right? And it’s not like Dawn was going to remember… You felt the zipper situated at the center of his back and slowly started to pull it down until the sides of his suit slid off of his shoulders.

His chest and stomach were exactly as you had expected, muscular but lean, extremely thin and trim. You shifted in order to get his suit down his thighs, and after you settled back in his lap, you felt his cock against your inner thigh, hidden by the tule of your skirt.

The material of your costume scratched your soft thighs as you lifted it with one hand, the other moving down to rub circles on your clit. You sighed, finally feeling some sort of the pleasure you so badly wanted. Your eyes slipped close as the feeling engulfed you completely, only brought out of your trance when you felt his length rub against your entrance. He stared intently at your exposed pussy in a way that assured you he doesn’t do this often.

With a trembling hand you reached down to guide him inside you. You moved slowly, thighs beginning to shake from easing yourself down onto him. With a whimper you sat fully onto him, your ass resting flush on his thighs, which he gripped hard enough to bruise. Blood stained your skin wherever he touched, and you stopped for a moment to wonder whose it was.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a jerky thrust from him. Clearly he wasn’t happy about the fact you hadn’t moved yet. Your walls stretched around him as you lifted yourself halfway off of him, and with a stinging pain you sat back down. All it took was a couple more thrusts for the stinging to turn into unexplainable pleasure. You couldn’t tell if it was the drinks or the danger, or maybe it’d just been far too long since you’d gotten laid, but he felt better than anyone had before.

You held into his shoulders as you feverishly began to move, bouncing against him while also moving your hips in a circular motion. His hands held the small of your back, helping you up and down with a tight grip. At first, his hips were glued to the car seat, letting you do all the work, but as you kept going, he started to meet you halfway, thrusting upwards into you and causing you to bump your head against the ceiling. You stared into his eyes with your own half-lidded ones, fingernails cutting into his bare shoulders. The urge to kiss him was strong, even though you were sure he hadn’t brushed his teeth in a while, so you trailed a hand from his shoulder, up his neck, and finally to his cheek, where you ran a thumb over his bottom lip.

He, as usual, didn’t react to this action, leaving you to guess whether or not he’d be okay with a kiss. You kept one hand on his cheek, the other reaching back and holding the one that was currently squeezing your thigh, and with a surge of confidence, you leaned forward, capturing his lips in a kiss. He didn’t shove you off or hit you over the head like you’d expected, but he didn’t exactly kiss you back. You tasted iron on his tongue and began to feel a heat pool in the bottom of your stomach. Surges of electricity ran through you with every thrust, you whined and whimpered at the feeling, and you knew you were close. The clown’s mouth formed an ‘O’ shape, and suddenly you wished that he’d make a noise. His face contorted into a look of pleasure, lips pulled back and eyebrows furrowed.

One hard thrust made you cum, it felt like lightning went through your entire body. You spasmed against him, thighs tightening against his legs, loud moans coming from your wide open mouth. He stayed still deep inside you, and as you slowly came down from your high you realized he came inside you. You were on birth control, but it hadn’t even occurred to you before that maybe a man covered in someone else’s blood wasn’t the most sanitary to be having unprotected sex with. You sat, panting and sweating on his lap, head leaning against his shoulder. You were a little worried now that he was done with you. That he’d had his fun and wanted to kill you.

You raised your head, he still looked dazed, but stared directly at you. His hands moved towards the inside of your thighs, pushing you off of him. This made your legs twitch but you quickly pushed your skirt back over yourself. He put his arms back through his suit, pointing both thumbs to his back with a goofy smile. He wanted you to zip his zipper. You moved towards him and reached back, arm over his head to grab the zipper at the center of his back. You slowly began to pull his back up and had it almost all the way there when a searing pain went from your rib cage to your chest. You let out a scream, hand flying to the place it hurt most, directly under your armpit of the arm you had raised. You felt wetness, and metal protruding from you. With panic you looked down at your torso and saw what looked like a scalpel stuck in your side. Blood soaked your costume and made its way down to the car seat, making the overwhelming heat of the car so much worse.

You grabbed the handle of the scalpel with your other hand and tried to yank it out, but tears cascaded down your face as you realized it hurt too bad to do it. You turned your head to the clown, who held out a finger and smiled at you. He grabbed the handle of the scalpel and began to count with his fingers, mocking you. 1…2…3. And when he held up three, he yanked the scalpel from you. The scream you let out was inhuman, shredding your vocal cords and hopefully alerting Tara.

You put your arms up in terror to defend yourself, but that didn’t stop him. He shoved your legs down, exposing your stomach completely, and with one swipe, he sliced you open. You felt the intense pain of the blade, then the warmth from the blood, and then you began to feel cold and tired. The coldness scared you, considering you felt like you were melting just seconds before. You were scared to look down and when you finally did, you saw your skin split inches apart, muscle and tissue exposed. You felt like throwing up, you felt numb and nauseous and sleepy and shaky. You stared up at the clown, who wore a terrible grin, as he began to lean forward, dipping his fingers into your gaping wound.

His hands were covered in fresh blood now, shiny and bright. He turned around, writing with your blood on the foggy car window. You watched as he wrote, letter by letter, taking breaks to get more blood from you,‘Art was here’, covering the whole window.

You could barely keep your eyes open when he decided he was done with his fun. He opened the car door, walking out merrily and after he got a breath of the cool October air, he leaned down, one hand on the roof of the car, and he waved at you before he slammed the car door shut, forcing you to look at the words he wrote in your blood.

You closed your eyes. You could hear him open the driver's side door, and heard a groan from Dawn as the car shook, but you couldn’t muster the energy to open your eyes long enough to see where he was taking her. You blinked once, then twice, body shaking again when the car door slammed shut. Your breath was shallow and your eyelids were heavy. You read those words over and over ‘Art was here…’ until you couldn’t anymore.

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vanwritesfan-fiction · 5 months

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https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8Na9JoW/

A teenage Sav or Laylah asking Trav these questions. Add in Jason and it’s golden 🙃

If You Were Me

Sav and Laylah ask their dad and uncle questions to see how they would react to certain situations, they're like 15-16 in this concept

Everyone was resting after an amazing Christmas dinner when Savannah, Laylah and their cousins all found Travis and Jason in the living room, watching basketball.

The girls saw a trend on TikTok where you ask your non-strict parent hypothetical questions to see how they would react. Neither you or Travis were very strict, but Travis was definitely more relaxed about certain things, and Jason was usually very lenient in his punishments, so they knew the Kelce brothers would be the perfect subjects for their video.

"Daddy?" Savannah had her iPad in her hands, Savannah carrying her phone behind her. "Yes, baby?" Travis could barely keep his eyes open, he just wanted to nap in front of the TV. "Can you and Uncle Jason do a video with us?"

"What kinda video?" Jason perked up when he saw his daughters were in on it too. "We'll just ask you some questions and you tell us how you would answer them, okay?", Wyatt answered. Both dads agreed, and Laylah set up the camera to record for TikTok.

Savannah: Okay, first question. What would you do if I got a C in one of my classes?

Travis: This is all hypothetical, right? Because if its not...

Savannah: All hypothetical. I have all A's, dad, don't worry.

Travis: Well, I'd obviously be concerned, but your mom and I would try to get you some tutoring help or something.

Jason: Your dad really has no room to talk, he wasn't exactly a star student.

Laylah: Really? You never told us that, Dad!

Travis: What are you doing, man? No, I was more focused on sports in high school. Ok, next question.

Jason: He really wasn't that good at sports either. Ow! I'm just answering the questions honestly.

Elliotte: What if I snuck out to a party, and you found out the next day?

Jason: Eh, I wouldn't be too mad at that. As long as you were safe and didn't drink. We'd have to keep it from your mom, though. She would be pissed.

Savannah: Dad, and you?

Travis: I'd say the same thing. As long as you weren't drinking. Its not like you girls have snuck out before or anything.

Laylah: What would you do if I swore at you in an argument?

Travis: Next question. You know better than that.

Wyatt: Dad, what would you do if I got in a fight?

Jason: Well, first I would ask you if you won the fight, and if you didn't I'd wonder where I went wrong as a parent. The Kelces are known fighters.

Travis: Yep, even in pre-school. I'd never want you to start a fight, but you have my permission to finish it.

Laylah: What happened in Kindergarten.

Jason: Oh, please don't make him tell this story.

Travis: Hush, man. I was playing checkers and the other kid cheated.

Jason: He hit him with a chair.

Savannah: You hit a kid with a chair?!

Travis: I don't like cheaters, never have. Don't ask me what I would do if I found out you were cheating.

Laylah: Trust me, I won't. What would you do if one of us got our car towed and it cost $900 to get it?

Jason: You would get a lot of use out of your two feet, because once I got that car, you would no longer be driving it.

Bennett: Even if it was an accident?

Jason: If it was an accident, I'd probably get you the car and then you'd do something to pay me back, but if its on purpose- you're losing car priviliges.

Travis: I would just pay the amount, and then make sure you were more careful going forward.

Jason: He's only saying that because he's lost a car before.

Travis: For the last time, I didn't lose it, it was stolen!

Jason: But why was it stolen, Travis?

Travis: (mumbles) Because I left the keys in the car.

Savannah: Okay just a couple more. What if I skipped class, and you found out afterward?

Travis: I would be mad, because what else do you have to do? School is your only job.

Jason: What class did you skip?

Travis: Why does that matter?

Jason: If its math, I can't say I'd blame them. Gym on the other hand, why would you skip the easiest class you have?

Travis: You are such a bad influence.

Elliotte: What would you do if I turned my location off while I was out?

Jason: That's not acceptable. I need to know that you're safe at all times.

Travis: Yeah, that one would get you grounded for a long time.

Savannah: so fighting is okay, but you not being able to track my location isn't?

Travis: Yep, next question.

Laylah: Last question, what would you do if I snuck a boy in the house?

Travis: This is the first question where I'd actually be really mad. Like you wouldn't see the light of day until you graduated from high school.

Jason: I have a bat underneath my bed just for moments like this.

Bennette: You wouldn't actually hurt the boy, would you?

Jason: Ha! He'd be leaving the house on a stretcher.

Travis: Are y'all sure these questions are hypothetical. Savannah looks awful guilty.

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nqify · 6 months

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Ok sooooo crazy idea but I got it off wattpad😭🤚 what if reader was a Na’vi but not just and Na’vi Jake’s and Neytiri’s daughter, but Quaritch and reader meet and start sneaking around or something like that. It can be a short story or hc which ever you wanna do. Idk I feel like that would be interesting.

YOUR ONTO SOMETHING!!!! yall what if i made this a whole fic?? its so hot YUM!!

sneaking around.— miles quaritch ☆

pairing. na’vi!miles quaritch. sully!reader

warnings. girl everything.

note. okay so this idea is so hot I love it, I am really thinking about making this a fic what do yall think??

now sneaking out with miles is probably one of the bravest things you have ever done. Good job girl.

the first time yall ever met was when your dad, Jake caught him stealing his equipment. Of course that didn’t end well and he tied him up to a tree, thinking he’ll deal with him later.

But oh, wasn’t he lucky.

Struggling to get out of the rope, he had saw you, up in the trees staring down at him. and oh did he love it.

“why won’t you come down here pretty girl” he shouted up at you, smirking ear to ear. Girly I know you’re kicking your feet right now.

you stayed quiet to his demand, but oh was it tempting. His dark eyes and strong build caught your eye. Like yes dad I know he’s bad, but he’s so FINE!!!

you slowly came down, feet hitting the ground. “Quaritch is it?” You spoke, coming close to the na’vi. “Spot on princess, aren’t you a smart thing” just for you daddy;)

Okay now you’re blushing fr like stop!!! “Need help?” You mocked. He nodded his head, “if you help me, I’ll give u something sweet”

Now your back is arched, tail wrapped around his slutty waist and his hands are gripping to your hips - bucking into you. “Yeah you like that baby?” Miles groaned into your ear, leaning his body against your back.

“f-fuck yes, yes!!” You cry out, grabbing the soil from the ground. Miles caught this and chuckled, what a bitch!!!! “Aren’t I so lucky baby? Helping a hopeless man like me and now letting me fuck your tight pussy” you only whined, face shoved into the wet grass.

“fuck you love this don’t you? You love that anyone could see us, see you, all spread out for me? isn’t that right slut?” He grabbed your tail, pushing you further down on his cock. you opened your mouth to say something, but nothing but cries left your tongue.

Miles had gripped your hair, pushing your body up and against his chest, “Cmon baby, tell me, tell me you love daddy fucking you like this” he growled in your ear.

Your hand reached to his cheek, your eyes finally meeting, “f-fuck love it when you fuck me like this” HOT ASFF!!

after many times of him stuffing you, you couldn’t just stop seeing him?? Like girl, he’s BIG asf can’t let him go.

There been multiple times were his in your room, eating your pretty pussy!! “mmm, fuck mama, look at this pussy, so wet for me” and you’d just cry out for him!!!

Or when you’d have to be quiet because your whole family was asleep. His big hand would be covering your mouth and OH FUCK!!! SIZE KINK!!!!

he’s rocking your shit, cock deep inside your pussy, making you roll your eyes back. “uh uh baby, you gotta be quiet for daddy yeah? Can you do that for me mama? keep that pretty mouth shut while I fuck your pussy mm?” yes daddy of course!!

or or when you say to dad your going to train out in the woods for a bit but instead ride quaritch like there is no tomorrow.

He’d be sitting against a tree while you were bouncing on top of him. His hands would be gripping your hips, slowly bucking into you. “Fuck, your so nasty baby, letting me fuck you like this while you lie to your dad” pussy is WET!! “shit what if he saw this, seeing me fuck his daughters tight little pussy huh? cmon baby, ride faster for me” SCREAMING!!!

OROROORO when you NEARLY got caught!! It was night time, quaritch had snuck into your room and begged for a fuck. Like why so no?

You were both under the covers, his body on top of yours, kissing you oh so slowly!! he was INTO IT this time!!! he was being soososos very gentle with you. Sliding his cock in and out of you whilst making eye contact….girl he’s in love.

And fuck DID U LOVE IT!! “fuck fuck, baby, feels so good” you moaned, forgetting your whole family is HOME!!! then you heard a knock at your door; “babygirl, you alright?” Jake spoke. Fuck.

“Yes yes I’m fine dad, just started my period” you tried to play it off, “okay sweetheart, get some rest we’ve got a big day tomorrow” GIRL!!!

You looked at quaritch, “you’ve already got something big today” he chuckled. yeah girl he is HUNG!!

requests are open loves!!

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once-in-a-blood-moon · 2 months

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Jooooo!!! Hiya!!!! Can i request solomon + tell no lie? I just think this prompt kinda suits him lmao. Lots of love!! 🫶🫶🫶

Solomon - Tell No Lie

Solomon x GN! reader

Prompt: It’s impossible to lie to your soulmate.

AN: Hi Ven!!! Much love to you as well!! 💜 Sorry for the delay, but anyways this is kind of a silly fic based on a thought I had of Solomon sometime ago, and thought it worked well with the prompt...or at least I hope it did 😅 I really hope you enjoy it! Thank you for being patient and take care of yourself!!

Warnings: Solomon referring to reader as dear, darling, and beautiful, Solomon being Solomon shenanigans (I promise!), slight miscommunication but nothing angsty, established soulmate connection/relationship

Another stressful day babysitting the Avatars of Sin, you can hardly wait to go back to Cocytus Hall where it’s significantly more peaceful and quiet…as long as Solomon hasn’t snuck into the kitchen while you were away.

You have your D.D.D. up to your ear as you wait for the sorcerer to pick up, wanting to let him know you’re on your way and that Lucifer is escorting you this evening. You hear the faint shut of the door behind you as Lucifer joins you out under the front awning, staying quiet as he notices your ear-to-phone stance.

The phone goes to the last ring, and you don’t think Solomon’s going to pick up – which is odd because normally he picks up in less than two if it’s you – but he does at the last second, sounding as carefree as ever.

“Ah, hello, my dear. Ready to come back home?”

“Yeah, though Lucifer offered to walk me back,” you reply, giving Lucifer a quick appreciative grin, which he returns as he waits patiently beside you, “we’re just leaving now.”

The sorcerer hums softly. “I see. I’ve…had something come up, so that works out perfectly then.” You pick up his nervous tone with ease and know automatically something’s troubling him.

“...Is everything okay?” You know that a question like that is his weakness. Really…any and all of your questions are his weakness. They’re inescapable, unavoidable, and you like that you can use that to your advantage often.

He answers a hair too quickly, probably hoping you won’t interrogate him further, while still being truthful. “Yeah! Yes. Everything is great, I think.”

“Uh-huh… So, what is this “something,” Solomon?”

There’s a delay in the answering this time. You can almost even hear him trying to physically restrain himself from saying anything, but it’s no use. He cannot lie to you – not that he likes to anyway, but there are things better left unsaid sometimes.

Solomon sighs into the phone as the truth pushes past his lips, “I have a kid...”

To say you are dumbfounded is an understatement. You’re silent for longer than is comfortable, blinking slowly and unable to formulate any questions. Once you gather yourself, you fill your lungs as you try to grapple with what he just said.

“I’m sorry… What?!” The alarm in your voice is quite apparent, causing Lucifer to glance over in worry, wondering if he should get involved or not.

On the other side of the line, there’s some crashing sounds and light scolding from Solomon that’s hard to make out. It seems he’s holding the phone away from him. He soon brings the phone back to his ear with words coming out in a rushed flurry.

“I need to go, I’ll see you when you get back home!” Before you even get the chance, the sorcerer hangs up on you, and you’re left just as clueless as you started. You pocket your phone, your body tense and thoughts nervous for what you’re about to go home to.

Lucifer picks up on this as the both of you start your way towards the iron-wrought gate. “Is everything alright?”

You sigh in response, shaking your head as you try to sort out the conversation in your head. “Honestly…I have no idea.”

Due to how shocked and concerned you are, with millions of questions buzzing in your head, the walk to Cocytus Hall is silent. You also feel your heart in the pit of your stomach as you wonder what this means for Solomon and yourself. Lucifer doesn’t prod you any further, which you’re thankful for because what are you supposed to tell him?

Once you arrive, you thank Lucifer for escorting you before heading directly inside to see for yourself just what the hell is happening.

The first thing you notice upon entering is the odd smell wafting throughout the hall. It doesn’t smell anything like the chemical warfare Solomon cooks up in the kitchen with its distinct odor, so that’s at least a relief. You venture further in, making your way to the common room to see if the sorcerer is there.

Your foot crosses the threshold, but pauses mid-step as your eyes land on something black and fuzzy laying on the couch.

“Me-e-eh.”

“What the-” you start, but you recognize the sound of footsteps approaching from behind and you quickly glance over your shoulder to see Solomon with a little metal bowl filled with water. His eyes are trained on the bowl, simultaneously lost in his thoughts while making sure not to spill any, so when you clear your throat to get his attention, his head snaps up instantly.

He plasters on a cheerful smile which reaches his eyes upon seeing you home. “Welcome home, darling.”

You say nothing, now standing with your arms crossed as you stare at him with a blank expression as if waiting for him to explain why there is a baby goat sitting on the couch. Solomon lets out a sheepish chuckle as he rubs the back of his neck, indicating that he knows you know now.

“What do you think? He’s cute, no?”

“He’s cute, alright…” you pause, taking a peek at the little thing which is staring back at you in curiosity. You turn back to Solomon. “Is this the “kid” you mentioned earlier?”

A beat of silence passes between you two before he replies, “...yes.”

Your brows knit together so hard you might just start knitting a sweater with them. “Solomon, why didn’t you just tell me it was a baby goat? Wouldn’t that have been, oh I don’t know, simpler? I thought something else was going on!”

His eyes dart from yours to the bowl in his hands, feeling a bit ashamed of himself for worrying you so much. “I suppose so, but I didn’t lie to you. He is technically a kid.”

The sound of tiny hooves clicking against the wood floor draws your attention back to the goat, who trots its way over to the two of you, looking almost expectantly at Solomon. He smiles softly as he crouches down to set the bowl of water before the small creature.

“Here you go, little guy.” The goat sniffs at the bowl, inspecting it, before tentatively lapping at the cool, fresh water within. Solomon reaches a hand out and gently strokes its fuzzy back, gazing at it fondly. It seems the two have already bonded. You almost can’t be mad with how cute this scene is to you.

A little smile tugs at your lips as you start again. “Where did he come from?”

Solomon glances back up to you. “Would you believe me if I told you I honestly just found him wandering around down here in the street?”

“I kinda have to. You can’t lie to me.”

He chuckles in response. “Indeed I cannot. Though, you can’t lie to me either, my beautiful soulmate.”

“Hey, you can’t just throw some sweet words my way and think you can get away with this. You really had me spooked earlier,” a faint chuckle weaves its way through your words, finding this whole thing ridiculous. Still, you can’t deny how flattered you are, because you know it’s the truth.

He truly does see you that way.

“I know, I know. Flattery will get me nowhere… But you can’t blame a guy for trying,” he says as he shrugs with a hint of a smirk. “Anyways, I plan on looking into some notable farms in the human realm and contacting them to see if any of them are interested in taking him. He can’t stay here, unfortunately, as this wouldn’t be a sustainable life for him. But for now, he’s ours.” Solomon stands to full height and snakes his arms around your waist.

You grin as your hands come up to rest along his shoulders. “Ours?”

Solomon chuckles softly with a nod. “Yes,” he pauses for a moment, glancing down at the little goat who looks back up at him and “mehs” at him loudly. “I’ll think I’ll even let you name him.”

#valentine's soulmate event #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obey me fluff #obey me solomon #obey me solomon x reader #jo writes

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ad7red · 1 year

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can u do jack champion headcanons (or drabble) w/ a gf who gets elevator anxiety? literally everytime i have to use one i get so anxious it’s terrible😭

omg. i thought it was just me who did this LMAO i can’t get on a elavator without freaking out 😭😭

pairing: jack champion x fem!reader

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Jack and you were just about ready to leave the hotel room and head toward his Avatar premiere. However, there was an issue that he wasn’t aware of. You can’t take elevators.

Well, technically you could take an elevator, but the worry just eats you up from the inside out. Imagine all the possibilities of what could happen there! It could stop, you could get stuck, or worse, it could drop. And yes, maybe you were blowing this out of proportion but tell that to the 10,200 elevator accidents this year. Normally you would just take the stairs but with the heels you had on, it would be like walking through hell.

Yet by the time you were pulled out of your thoughts, the thing you dreaded most was straight ahead. The elevator. Now, you knew Jack wouldn't mind going down the stairs after all, it was just two floors, but you didn’t want to ruin the mood. Not when he was all giddy and excited for you to finally see the movie he worked years on.

Before approaching the elevator you came to a halt, Jack stopping with you. He looked at you with knitted eyebrows, silently asking you “What's up?” with his eyes. “Jack, can I ask you something?” Your tone was light, but you could hear the nervousness, you were just hoping he didn’t. “I don’t know, can you?” You rolled your eyes at his playful impertinent remark but asked your questions. “Is there any other way to get down? Like without the elevator?”. Jack's face morphed into an obviously perplexed one. “Not unless you wanna take the stairs. Or jump. We could probably jump, yeah?” He was chuckling at his own jokes when he noticed the serious look plastered onto your face.

“You really don't want to take the elevator?” you nodded your head at his question unsure of how he was going to respond. “How come?” he had asked, genuinely confused, Jack had loved elevators, he loved the feeling they gave him in his stomach. Like a rollercoaster ride almost.

You shuffled your feet, embarrassed to explain. “I'm afraid of them.” and though Jack didn't mean it, he found himself giggling at your confession. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry- Ok how do you wanna get down? Jumping is still an option,” You shook your head listlessly, and Jack got the message.

“Okay, how about we take the stairs?” he asked and his joking demeanor had faded. “Yeaaah, about that,” you dragged your vowels before resuming, “I think my ankles would be absolutely annihilated if I did”. Jack had a growing smirk on his face, he rubbed his chin pretending to be in deep thought. He snuck a quick glance at the staircase that was just across from where you both were standing and then a glance at you before talking. “I might have a solution.” He spoke, and before you even got to respond he swooped you up bridal style while running over to the stair case.

You had numerous protests while he was carrying you, they mostly consisted of “Jack put me down!” “Stop I’m gonna ruin your hair Jack!” and occasionally “People are looking!!” and Jack being Jack he didn’t stop until the of the stairs.

When you got there you shot him an injudicious look. “Why’d you do that? You could've messed up your outfit,” He shrugged evidently unbothered by his rash action, yet still grinning like the Cheshire cat. “You didn't seem too fond of the jumping option so I thought I’d help out a bit” You playfully shoved his shoulder. “Maybe I'll jump the next time we leave, okay?” He laughed while nodding his head. “Deal.”

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also sorry u requested this like 2 weeks ago ahh!!

#jack champion #jack champion x fem!reader #jack champion x reader #x reader #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #fanfic #scream #avatar #ethan landry gif #jack champion headcannons #jack champion gif #jack champion scream

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nokiatelava · 7 months

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Author’s Note - HEHEHEHAHAHA! HI YALL!! I feel like im on a literal rollll, i started writing this RIGHT AFTER Moonlight! But this is like a part three-ish to this little Awpxey series!!! If you guys want anything more to do with him girl don’t be shy to hit up my inboxxx! I actually have to check if it even works but regardless! Enjoy this please!

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Summary - It is now early in the morning, the morning after you had snuck out. You are now stuck in between how to explain to your parents why you had left and never returned, and why you now have a boy with you, courting you, following you 24/7, and asking for your family’s blessing!

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Warnings - nothing to crazy?, cuddling, kissing, teen romance, fluffy stuff, courting, relationship establishments, very worried parents, worried family, parent talk, jake still coming to terms reader’s growing up, mentions of mating, boyfriend vs family tension, happy family moments, family dinner, meeting parents (yes already), overprotective family

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A sudden loud chirp was what had woken you up from your peaceful slumber. Your ears folding down in a slight annoyance as you were so groggy.

You sighed tiredly, your nose stuffy and congested from your sleep. Your body felt so warm, you thought it was from the atmosphere of the cave.

Until, you felt the cool breath of someone from behind you.

You froze.

Who is that?

You had felt relieved once you remembered it was just Awpxey.

What left that relief short lived was the fact you had fallen asleep here, in this cave, all through the night, with Awpxey, exchanging kisses throughout the night, and you still haven’t said a thing to your parents. I mean how were you supposed to talk to them?

You were not home. And you were not going to wake them up in the middle of the night over the fact you couldn’t sleep.

But now you wish you had left some type of note. You were scared to return home. Gosh your parents are not going to be happy.

You knew that as soon as you walk through that hut entrance, your ass is as good as grass.

You’re done for. You’re gonna be on the worst punishments ever. This would be your first and very last time sneaking out.

If you even make it out of this, alive.

Awpxey’s head stirring had brought you back to reality, a deep sigh coming from his stuffy nose too.

You had stood up abruptly, your back weirdly warm due to his chest. But that was the last thing on your mind.

Guilt set in your stomach as you seen how he jerked due to your quick removal. He sat up, rubbing his eyes as he was trying to look at you but rub that itch out his eyes.

“Y/n?” Oh god… His morning voice was beyond fine.

“A-Awpxey… We-uhm, we fell asleep here. I have to get home, and I’m probably gonna be in trouble.” You ramble on nervously. When you looked down towards him to see why he was so quiet you found him already looking at you, a soft smile adorning his lips.

Awpxey proposed his idea. “Why don’t we go wash up first? Then I’ll walk you to your hut, and say it’s my fault you left and never went back in the first please, yeah?”

“No. No, that’s not fair for you to just take the blame lime that. I cant do that to you.”

“I’m doing it to myself, actually.”

Gosh when did everybody just start becoming such smartasses?

“Okay then, smartass. Since you know everything, fine then. You can do whatever you want. I don’t care.” You grumbled as you crossed your arms over your chest.

He smiled at you teasingly from the floor before standing and stretching. A yawn spread across your mouth as you heard his back crack.

You were caught off guard when Awpxey was just then in front of you, and pecked your lips.

You covered your mouth with both your hands in shock. His name coming muffled from behind your hands.

He stared at you confused, his head tilted as the skin of his eyebrow was raised on one side.

“You kissed me before I even washed my mouth!” You exclaim, your shock seemed so foreign to him, why was it so important.

Your mood felt more sour once you heard that familiar laugh. He was laughing at you, in your face. His head thrown pack with one hand slapped over his stomach kind of laugh.

“Boys are unsalvageable.” You mutter the comment to yourself, or at least it was supposed to be to yourself. In your daze of being annoyed at the fact Awpxey laughed at you, you didn’t notice when he had stopped.

Hands were suddenly around your waist from your front, scaring you. And there Awpxey was standing in all his glory, his tall stature hanging over you.

“What’s that supposed to mean, sevin?” You eyes widen at the question, and at the fact he had called you pretty.

There wasn’t must time to dwell on it before he smashed his lips against yours. His hands gently holding your waist, giving it four small squeezes.

Your hands soon moved up towards his shoulders, your arms wrapping behind his neck, deepening the kiss.

The kiss lasted for almost a good minute, before you realized neither of you had washed your mouths.

“Awpxey! That’s the second time!” You jump back after you separate from the kiss.

“What are you, a germaphobe or something?” He asked mockingly while rolling his eyes. You turned back to glare at him while you exited the cave.

You were glad there was a river close to where the cave was located as you submerged yourself knee-deep into the cool water.

It helped cool down your hot skin, so you had given in to your urge and went completely underwater.

The cold water enveloped you, your hair, your clothes, your jewelry, your whole body.

When you resurfaced, a small pant evident in your chest, you turned around to see Awpxey around shoulder deep into the water.

You swam towards him, catching his attention quick. A smile on both of your faces.

“Have you washed your mouth?” He asked matter-of-factly. And you responded just the same.

“Yes I have, have you?” You were expectant for his answer as what you wanted to say was on the tip of your tongue.

“I sure did.” He said with so much confidence.

“Hard to believe…” You mutter out purposely, hoping to get under his skin. Which you had.

“What did you say?” He leaned forward to you, turning his head to point his ear at you.

You placed your mouth right in front of his ear, speaking decibels louder. “Hard to believe.”

Awpxey moved back, shock on his face. “I’m offended Y/n.” He placed his hand on his chest.

“That’s okay.” You shrugged, a smile breaking out on your face.

“You’re so mean to me, makes me wanna kiss you.” You froze at his words.

“What?” You say blindly, shock written all over you.

“You heard me. Didn’t you?” He wasn’t be serious was he? He’s just trying to bother you for bothering him that’s all.

Yeah. That’s all.

But it wasn’t when he put his index finger under your chin, lifting your head so you look back up to his face.

“I said I wanna kiss you. Can I?”

You were speechless. Not really knowing what to say back to him, but you blindly nodded anyways.

“Can I hear you say it? I gotta know you’re functioning Y/n.”

Oh Eywa.

Somebody needs to come get this man.

“F-fine. You can kiss me.” You grumbled.

“Good.” Awpxey said with a smile.

His lips then connected with yours, his hands holding the sides of your face gently as the kiss deepened.

Your hands held onto his biceps, your legs felt weak under the water. His arms were working as your extra support.

You have never felt anything more intimate in your whole life.

This is what true love felt like.

This must be what your parents feel like, your grandparents. Your grandfather who you were never able to meet.

And the many generations before that. They had all felt true love. They all had their own intimate moments such as this. You’re experiencing that moment, right now.

“Awpxey.” You said breathlessly. He felt this way too right?

“Y/n.” His voice was so soft, it was smooth and sultry. A tone like no other.

“I want to ask you something, Y/n. If you don’t have a problem with that.”

You nodded, “it’s fine Awpxey, you can ask me.”

“Come,” he beckoned, “I want to ask you while sitting down somewhere.”

You nodded, following him out the water. You watched starstruck as water cascaded down his back. Going through and then out of the crevices and dips from his muscles.

Eywa took her time on him.

Before you knew it you were sat on a patch of grass not far from the river, Awpxey next to you.

“What was it you wanted to ask me Awpxey?” You didn’t want to rush him, your parents the last thing on your mind right now.

He took a deep breath, settling his nerves before he spoke.

“I want to start courting you.”

You did everything to stay still and to just look and listen so your body language didn’t send any of the wrong signs.

You gave a small smile and a nod as you noticed he had more to say.

Awpxey turned more towards you, grabbing your hand. Fidgeting with your fingers and the rings you wore, along with your bracelets.

“This is why I want to court you.” He starts.

“You read me so well, you read everybody so well. You notice the little things and always want to help!” You nod, letting him know that he has your full attention and that you’re listening to him.

“You’re so sweet, and kind, and beautiful. You can make anybody happy. You light up rooms when you walk in and your smile brightens everyone’s day. The elders love you since you are so kind. You’re humble! And they love that, I know I do.” You laugh at his small comment, trying not to cry at his sweet words.

“And the children.. The classes that you teach you can hear them when they talk to their parents, just raving about just how amazing you are, and how you’re so interactive and I just love you.” Your eyes widen.

“I love you. And I want to show it by courting you. So, I am asking for your permission. Y/n te Sulli Neytiri’ite, may I, Awpxey te Relongtai Puo’itan, court you?”

Your eyes well with tears. His words were so heartfelt. No one had ever said they loved you but your own family. To hear it from somebody else in that way caused this feeling in your chest that was so foreign and unexplainable you didn’t know what to do.

But you did know that you loved him, you loved Awpxey. So you nodded. You nodded accepting his request to court you.

“Y-Yes Awpxey. You can court me.” You wiped your tears as you laughed, feeling a bit embarrassed at your reaction.

He tackled you into a hug. Holding you tightly before his whispered a small ‘thank you’ into your ear.

“Does that mean we’re boyfriend and girlfriend now?” You asked into his shoulder.

“I guess so, but that’s only if you want to.”

“Then I guess we’re boyfriend and girlfriend.”

You both laid there, together. Enjoying your moment, until your eyes widened, realizing that you are still out here and your family has no idea where you are.

“Oh my god Awpxey!” You exclaimed, rushing to get up.

“What? What happened?” He got up just as frantically as you had.

“I have to go home! I haven’t went home, oh my god! Awpxey I’m gonna be in so much trouble! Oh my gosh, oh my gosh.”

Awpxey was quick to be at your side, holding your shoulders to calm you down.

“It’s gonna be okay. Everything’s gonna be okay, okay? Like I said earlier, I’ll take the blame. I’ll say it was apart of my plan when I was asking to court you, alright?”

You shook your head, “I can’t allow you to get in trouble like that! I’m not doing that to you!”

You were refusing, you know how your parents could get, you did not need the only man who had shown you true love and interest in you, to be chased away by your parents who are borderline-psychotic.

“Please Awpxey, I can’t lose you.” Your eyes had gotten teary again. And that’s when Awpxey realized how serious this was to you.

“Okay Y/n, okay. We’ll figure something out, I promise.” Awpxey pulled you to his chest, brushing your hair back from your face.

“I’m just gonna tell the truth… My mother always told me that the truth sets you free, so I’m gonna say what really happened.” You were dead set on not letting Awpxey lie for you. And he could see that, so he nodded, not wanting to upset you further.

“If that’s what you wanna do Y/n, you can do that. You know your family better than I do, you know their morals and what they believe.” Awpxey still held you, his chin resting on your head.

“We should go now…” You whispered meekly. “Go and get it over with.” There was an apology at the tip of your tongue. But you wanted to hold it, just in case you might really need to say it later.

“Okay, let’s go Y/n.” Awpxey held your hand the whole way. He talked to you and helped you take your mind off things for quite a bit.

You then realized that you were at the point where you would need your ikran to go back to High Camp.

“Awpxey, we need our Ikran now.. To go back.” You had gotten sad at even the thought of returning. You were scared to see how your parents would react.

Awpxey agreed, and had noticed your hesitation, so he placed his hand on your shoulder, rubbing it gently.

When you both had finished calling your ikran, and they had both arrived, you mounted them. Riding back to your home located in the Hallelujah Mountains.

Once you were there, and had landed your ikran, the amount of anxiety and trepidation inside your stomach was unreal.

As you two walked close to where your hut was you had stopped, shaking your head.

“Y/n? What’s wrong?”

“I can’t go in there Awpxey. I can’t go in there. They’re going to be so mad at me, so disappointed I can’t do this. I can’t, I really can’t.” You rambled out, your breath shortening as you panted.

“Y/n. Y/n, you need to focus. Okay? Look at me. Y/n look at me please.” Your eyes flickered to his. “You can do this, okay? Don’t ever say you can’t. Got it?”

“G-got it.” You nodded. “I-I’m going to go now, I want you to stay out here though Awpxey. I don’t.. I don’t want them to act different if you’re in there, okay?”

He nodded immediately, understanding your situation. “I got it Y/n. If anything, absolutely anything happens, come look for me. I’ll most likely be in my hut with my parents, okay?” You smiled.

“Okay Awpxey.” You hugged him, hugged him tight to savor his body warmth because you had no idea if that was going to be your last time seeing him.

“You’re going to be okay Y/n, go. I promise.” Yo nodded, waving goodbye to him before walking towards your hut.

You walked slow, your footsteps light as to not aware anybody in the hut.

When you had finally approached the entrance, walking through it slowly, your chest heavy and your mind hazy you stopped.

All heads turned to you quickly, your parents the first to stand. They rushed towards you, both exclaiming, “Y/n!” As they ran.

Your father grabbed you, turning you around and examining your body for any injuries, he had obviously, found none.

Your mother held your hand, pulling your head to her chest as she cried tears of joy at the fact you had come home, safe, and with no injuries.

“Where have you been ma’ite? We were all so worried for you!”

“I-I’m okay mom, I swear. This is a really, really big misunderstanding.” You held your hands out.

“Misunderstanding?” You dad echoed.

“Yes, misunderstanding. I want to explain you guys what happened first before you ask me anything though, okay?” Your parents nodded, they had beckoned your siblings out, though they protested as they wanted to see you too.

Your parents gave them the promise that they will see you later.

Awpxey watched from afar as he seen all your siblings walk out the hut, incoherent protests leaving their mouths.

‘Shit.’

Once they were all gone, and your father checked the area to see that they were really gone, you all sat at the table.

As your parents faced you, you fidgeted with your jewelry, scared to even look them in the face.

“Ma’ite? What happened? Why were you gone for so long?” Your mother asked. That’s when you finally looked up.

“I-It’s a little bit of a long story? I’m going to explain everything though.” Your father nodded, giving you his undivided attention.

“Last night, I could not fall asleep.” Your parents began to nod along to your story.

“So, I decided that I would go to the forest, to get my mind off of things.” You internally cringed as you seen your fathers eyes widen.

“I know, I know that it was really, really dangerous to leave with out saying anything and with the fact Sky People are here, I know. I hesitated at first. I was scared to even go. But I followed my gut. I think it was the best decision I ever made actually.” You said with a sheepish smile after your last sentence.

Your parents’ brows furrowed as they shared a look between each other.

“Anyway, while I was out there, about to bother the fan lizards, I had found Awpxey.” The name felt heavy on your tongue, worried about how your father would feel before anybody else.

“We hung out, and then he took me to this really pretty cave that had an open top so we watched the stars.” Your cheeks felt warm as you knew you were leaving some details out.

“We watched the stars and then fell asleep after a while, and when we woke up we washed at the river then came here.” You felt bad for worrying your parents, but at the same time you are so, so glad you left.

“Nothing like that happened either, dad. We only hung out, talked and stargazed. That’s it.” Toy father put his hands up.

“I-I never said anything.” He already looked so guilty, but you know you had put him on the spot.

“I know how you are, I just want to say it to clear any thoughts.”

After about 10 seconds you noticed your mother’s ongoing silence. You peeked up at her nervously, wondering why she hadn’t said anything.

You were shocked to see she had a smile on her face. Did she know?

“I’m glad it was only positive stuff that happened ma’ite, is there anything else you want to say?”

You choked as you remembered the fact Awpxey is now courting you.

“Babygirl?” Your dad asked.

“Uhm.. Yeah. One more thing..” You let out a nervous chuckle.

“Awpxeyaskedtocourtmesoweretechnicallykindofdatingnow!” You rushed out in one breath.

“What?” Your parents said simultaneously.

You took a deep breath. “Awpxey asked to court me. So.. We’re technically kind of dating now…”

Your eyes were shut. And you wanted to keep it that way.

You peeked through one squinted eyelid, just to see your mother holding your fathers head.

Your body slumped in as you stared on in disbelief.

“Sh, sh, sh, it’s okay ma’jake. It’s okay.” Your mother patted his head.

“Wha- Mom. What is even happening right now?” You jumbled out.

You then heard a hiccup. A deep one.

Is your father crying?

“Dad?” You asked worriedly.

When his head lifted to face towards you your heart broke. You had never seen your father cry in your 17 years of living. So to see his tearful face and swollen eyes, knowing you were the reason broke you.

“Dad.” Your eyes watered, hands clenching into fists at your side to try and hold them back.

“Oh babygirl, come here.” You both hugged, he held you close to him, and you cried into his shoulder. Happy to feel the familiar parental love and warm body that used to hold you when you were young.

The sensation had felt so far away at this point. It was heartwarming to feel it again.

Feel it as if you were little all over again.

“I’m sorry dad.” You didn’t know what exactly you were apologizing for, whether it was for making him cry, dating Awpxey or both. But regardless, you knew you had to apologize.

Your mother looked at you both with a smile on her face, an idea flashing in her head.

“You should invite him for dinner.” You and your father turned to look at your mother quickly. Both talking out at the same time.

“No!”

“Really?”

You look to your father quickly, trying to catch his eye as he avoided looking at you.

“I mean, uh. Yeah, uhm yeah. H-he should come for dinner, yeah.”

Your mother came forward, patting Jake on his shoulder. “You’ll be fine ma’Jake. I think it would be nice, think about it. We can see what he’s really like.”

You nodded, “please dad? He’s super nice, and respectful! He’s like a family man.” You had made sure to add the last comment because you knew it would win your dad over.

You could see the cogs in his brain working as he actually thought about it.

“Hmm.. Okay, okay fine he can come over for dinner.”

You jumped into his arms, knocking him onto his butt on the floor. “Thank you! Thank you, thank you! Thank you dad! I love you!” You kissed his cheeks and hugged him, he smiled as he hugged you back.

“You’re welcome, and I love you too babygirl.”

“Now go, go get him for dinner. Because I will start preparing it soon.” Your mother shooed you, and you left hastily with a new excitement as she was pulling you out the hut.

You walked around for a bit, looking for Awpxey’s hut when you finally noticed his father, Puo outside, hanging loincloths to dry.

You walk up to him speaking quietly as to not abruptly disturb him. “Excuse me, Mr. Relongtai?” He turned around at the call of his name.

“Oh, Y/n. Oel Ngati Kameie.” He said, doing the hand sign’s greeting. “Oel Ngati Kameie.” You greet back.

“What brings you here Y/n?” He asked.

So Awpxey hasn’t said anything to his parents. Good, that’s good. For right now at least.

“I was wondering if I could borrow Awpxey for dinner? My, uhm, my parents invited him over for dinner.” Puo had smiled at you.

“That’s fine with me! I’ll pack him a plate to take so he doesn’t go over there empty handed! Just go look for him inside and tell him to get presentable. Don’t need my son to look ugly if I’m handsome.” He mutters his last sentence sarcastically, chuckling at his own joke.

“If I’m being honest, he has your looks!” You gave a kind smile.

Puo paused, “really?” He asked, patting his cheeks. He smiled before running into the hut, yelling, “Itxä! Itxä! Y/n said Awpxey has my looks! That means I look young right?”

You peeked into the hut, seeing Puo kneeling next to Itxä who was re-braiding her hair.

“Puo! Get away from me! Go hang the clothes like I told you!” She was nudging him away with her elbow, still skillfully braiding her hair.

“But Itxä, you don’t think I’m handsome?” Puo asked with a frown.

“I mean, sometimes. It deducts points when you drool, you know unless-” She was cut off by Puo.

“Okay! Thanks by honey see you later!” He rushed back out the hut.

You finally noticed Awpxey in the corner, cringing at his mother’s innuendo.

“Mom really? Unless? Unless what? You know, don’t even answer I’m okay.” You giggled, a hand covering your mouth.

That had caught Itxä and Awpxey’s attention. Awpxey stood with a smile once he saw you.

“Y/n. Are you okay? Did everything go good?” He approached you, a nervous look in his eye.

You nodded happily, “yeah, everything went good. Really good actually. They want you to come over for dinner.”

Awpxey’s eyes widened. They wanted him to come over?

“R-really?” He was shocked, very shocked.

“Mhm! And I’m sure it’s with good intention! My mother proposed the idea and my father even agreed!” You fiddled with a bracelet on your arm.

“Mrs. Relongtai, is it okay if Awpxey comes over for dinner at my house?” You ask, knowing it would be rude to not even acknowledge her.

“Yes please, don’t even ask! It’s good he goes out. Or just gets out.” She adds quietly.

“What? Mom!” He turned to her, her head facing the wall to not look at him.

“What? I didn’t say anything!” She rolled her eyes. “Make sure you take a plate of food to offer to the Sully’s! Don’t even think you’re going over there empty handed slugging your shoulders.” You laughed, covering your mouth as it accidentally came out to loud.

“Y/n? You’re laughing too?” You placed your hand on his chest, still covering your mouth, shaking your head.

“No, no I was just, uhm..” You mumbled from behind your hand as you tried to think of an excuse.

“You’re hurting my heart Y/n.” Awpxey said walking away, going and packing a plate of what his parents had made for dinner.

“You’ll be fine, and make sure you tell the Sully’s I said hello, Awpxey!” Itxä called from the floor.

“I will, bye mom, love you!” Awpxey said as he started to leave the hut, you in tow.

“Bye, love you too!” She called back. As you walked by his father, he also said his farewells.

“Bye dad, love you.” He said as he intertwined his fingers with yours.

“Bye Awpxey, see you later, correct?” His dad teased. Awpxey pursed his lips in embarrassment.

“Yeah dad see you later.” Awpxey grumbled.

“See you son, love you.” Puo said before turning back around, continuing to hang up clothing items and other pieces.

“Love you too.” Awpxey then pulled you a long with him, walking to your hut.

“Awpxey?” You call for him.

“Hm?” He hums back in response.

“How do you know where I live?” You genuinely question. You weren’t trying to press him on anything personal, you just wanted to know.

“Y/n..” He says, his face was almost in a form of shock. “What?” You respond confused.

“Almost like everybody knows where you live… You’re a royal Y/n, even then, everybody knows where everybody lives. And your hut gets a bit rowdy with your siblings. Though it’s definitely not the biggest household.” You nodded in agreement at his last comment, you always wonder how the Ipexti Family is doing.

And wonder how they even managed 14 kids.

“Yeah that makes a lot of sense. I’m sure my brother kind of just lets everybody know doesn’t he?” You said with a small laugh.

You didn’t notice it, but Awpxey stared at you, looking at your smile, and all the features on your face.

Eywa took her time on her.

He had thought, he shook his head continuing to walk towards your house.

As you got closer, you slowed as you noticed your brother, Lo’ak, standing in the entrance of the hut. His arms crossed over his chest and his foot tapping impatiently on the ground.

“Oh God…” You mumbled as you seen him.

“Is that Lo’ak?” Awpxey asked, his eyes squinting as he smiled.

“Oh my God. Just walk by or something, cover your face so he doesn’t see us.” You muttered as you placed a hand to cover the side of your face.

“Y/n!” A voice suddenly yelled out. You did not turn your head as you knew exactly who it was.

“Y/n Sully!” Lo’ak continued to yell.

Now you see why everyone knows where you live.

You walked even slower towards your home. Awpxey laughed, seeing how you felt embarrassed.

Once you were finally near the entrance, you had noticed Neteyam stand up from the table and stand behind Lo’ak. Once you were in front of Lo’ak, he squinted his eyes to Awpxey.

“And who are you?” Lo’ak sneered at him.

“Lo’ak!” But your call had fallen on deaf ears.

Awpxey opened his mouth to answer, but was silenced when a hand rose up towards his face.

“Save it. I want to know what you’re doing with my sister. And why you’re here, holding her hand.” Lo’ak poked his chest, his eyes trained solely on Awpxey.

“Lo’ak.” You let out a low warning, Neteyam seemed to notice how serious you gotten. So he reached forward and placed a hand gently around Lo’ak’s elbow.

Awpxey raised his hands in surrender, balancing the covered plate of food in his other.

“I come in no harm. I’m here with your sister for this dinner and to meet your family.” Awpxey explained.

“Meet us for what? Are you trying to mate her?” Lo’ak jabbed his finger back into Awpxey’s chest, and his eyes widened at Lo’aks question, not even the gesture.

That’s when Neteyam pulled Lo’ak back by his elbow, turning him around and pushing him into the hut.

“That’s enough.” He said to Lo’ak, still gripping onto his arm. Lo’ak pulled his arm back, walking to the table and sitting down.

“I apologize for his behavior, he doesn’t usually act like this.” Neteyam said, facing Awpxey with an apologetic smile.

“That’s alright, I can see why he’s upset.” Awpxey smiled.

When Neteyam had finally looked away, you turned to Awpxey, “I’m sorry about him. Don’t let him make you upset he does that to everybody really.”

Awpxey laughed, “it’s okay Y/n, I really don’t have have a problem with it.” He said with a smile.

You nodded, giving a nervous smile back. When you faced back towards the hut, grabbing his hand gently. You were shocked to see how everyone in the hut had a stiff face.

Your mother and father included.

What happened to the happy go lucky moods they had earlier when they told you to invite him?

You sighed, already feeling defeated in some way.

You just hoped he didn’t want to leave you.

Approaching the table, you sat in your usual spot, making sure that there was enough space for Awpxey before looking at everyone.

No one was batting an eyelash at you, everyone was looking at Awpxey. Their faces serious. It shocking to you to see even Tuk staring at him with her face hard from next to you.

She grabbed onto your arm, hugging herself around it and resting her head in your bicep, your hand instinctively coming to the top of her head.

You couldn’t see it, but Tuk smiled to the other side of the table. To your siblings that sat on the other side, expectant.

They must have not taken the news of you bringing a boy home too kindly.

The tension in the air was so thick, and you could see it was working Awpxey’s nerves as he rubbed his hands up and down his thighs.

Though he was the first to break the silence, “I brought a plate of fwampop, I helped my mother make it for dinner. I don’t know if any of you like that, so I apologize if you don’t. I’m sure it should still be warm.” He pulled the wrapping off the top of the plate, showing the seasoned meat, steam elevating as the barrier was released.

“Fwampop is fine.” It was Kiri’s voice who cut into the air next. You noticed her posture and realized how intimidating she actually looked. Her arms crossed over her chest as she looked at Awpxey, the usual warm expression she wears, gone.

“Yeah, thank you.” Tuk said as she leaned forward, making sure to be in his line of sight as her tone wasn’t the most, welcoming.

Your mother gave an expectant look towards your brothers, making them flicker their eyes to each other before looking back at Awpxey.

“Thank you.” It wasn’t exactly rude, but it wasn’t nice either. You’ve never heard them sound so passive aggressive.

“It was very nice of you to bring us something, Awpxey.” Your mother broke her characteristic silence, her voice calming and comforting as she nodded her head Awpxey.

“Now, how about we eat, yeah?” Your dad asked, placing his hand around Neytiri’s waist, pulling her closer.

You all hummed and nodded in agreement.

When you all began to serve yourselves, saying a quick prayer before eating, you took the time to look around. Seeing that the atmosphere had lightened up somewhat, they were making their own conversations. In their own little worlds.

So you took that as an opportunity to talk to Awpxey.

“Hey..” You whisper, bumping his knee with yours. He turns his head, responding in a quiet “hm?” As he finished the food he was chewing.

“You okay?” You continue to whisper, keeping your head as straight as possible while still attempting to look at him.

“Yeah I’m good.” He whispered back, nodding.

“Good.” You nodded, giving him a smile before returning back to your food.

Once you all began to approach the end of your meals, you noticed everybody start to sit up straighter, clearing their throats.

Oh God.. The questions were to start now…

“So Awpxey..” Your father started, Awpxey already had his head up, his eyes and ears focused on your father to catch every word he said.

“What do you do? For the clan?” He finished.

Awpxey cleared his throat, “I am a Warrior.” Your father’s eyes widened for a split moment.

“Warrior?” Awpxey nodded. “Yes sir, I am.”

“How come..” Your father’s eyebrows were furrowed. “How come I’ve never seen you?”

Awpxey smiled, “I guess I’m not that important, or just unnoticeable.” You wrapped your fingers around his, your face scrunching in confusion.

His smile.. He looked so dejected, his eyes having a dog-tired look swirling in his irises.

You didn’t care if anyone at the table got mad at you for showing some type of ‘affection’ towards Awpxey.

Neytiri looked at the both of you, a smile on her face as she noticed the slight movement under the table.

“You work along side your father?” Your dad asked, wanting to change the subject as he as well noticed the expression on Awpxey.

Awpxey nodded, “most of the time, unless we’re assigned apart to different groups.” Your father hummed and nodded.

Neytiri cleared her throat quietly, bringing the attention of everyone to her.

“I made kalin paste. If anybody wants any?”

Everyone around the table quickly nodded. Your mother looked towards Jake, pointing her chin to the pot that held the paste.

“And don’t eat it all while you’re over there.” Your fathers ears twinged purple in embarrassment.

“I won’t..” He muttered, his lips pursed as he walked to the steaming pot.

Minutes later, you all had your own servings of the kalin paste. Lo’ak with the most on his plate.

As you finished up your plate, you took the time to look around at your family.

Neteyam, he was in his own world, Lo’ak, he was still scraping for scraps of the paste on his plate, Kiri, she was fiddling with something in her hands, your parents, who were talking with their hands in front of their face as if they were gossiping like teenagers.

Which they were.

Now on your right, closest to your parents was Awpxey. And you were unprepared when you turned your head to look at him to find him already staring at you.

“Hey..” He whispers, a smile on his face.

“Hi.” You whisper back, the same smile mirroring onto your face.

“Can you tell your mom that her kalin paste is the best I’ve had? It’s really good, please tell her.” You smiled, your hand coming to cover it as you nodded in agreement.

“What are you doing?” As he asked, you hesitated in answering, but you had already decided.

“People Watching.” You say with an embarrassed smile.

“People Watching?” Awpxey echoes curiously. You were relieved when you didn’t hear any type of disgust or disappointment in his tone or face. He was genuinely curious.

“It’s where you kind of just, uhm, you know. Watch people? But it’s not that simple. You- you mostly actually observe them. And think, think a lot about what they’re like, or what they can be like. What they could be like. You evaluate them, study, but on a emotional and physical note? When you People Watch, you aren’t supposed to judge, because all it is, is an observation, and thinking.” As you end your rambling, you bring a hand to your mouth and squeeze it tightly, not even for a second.

It was an unfortunate habit you developed young when you realized you talked to much.

Awpxey noticed, and in an attempt to distract you, he grabbed your hand gently. Intertwining your fingers together.

“That’s really cool.” He squeezes your hand, a toothy smile adorning his lips.

“You think so?” Your eyes search his, looking for any type of sign that could show he’s lying.

“Of course! How long have you been doing this?”

“My whole life. It’s actually like a hereditary thing. Mostly between the females in my family. My grandma, her mom, my mom, my late aunt, my sisters do it too, only sometimes. And my brothers.” You roll your eyes at the me ruin of your brothers, thinking of mostly Lo’ak. He stares at people. Little weirdo.

You hoped, hoped that this genetic trait didn’t scare him away and make you look even more like the weirdo you are.

It doesn’t, it really doesn’t.

All these little things you tell him, these details. He eats it all up, saving it to his memories and saving it to learn more about it later.

He was planning to try and do this “People Watching” trick when he got home, or when his stomach wasn’t as full.

Maybe he could try it with his parents? His friends while they train, or just strangers around the clan.

Though nobody in this clan is really a stranger.

“I wanna try it,” he frowned. You laughed, “why are you frowning? You could try it now if you want? With my parents and siblings? But you might be too tired, kalin paste is heavy on the stomach.” He nodded in agreement.

“Can I do it tomorrow? I really wanna try it.” He slouched.

You smiled, “you can do it tomorrow. I think you’ll enjoy it.”

Awpxey smiled, looking at yours. His eyes trailed your face, looking at your lips.

It was as if his surroundings melted, Awpxey was stuck in a white space with just you. His hand squeezed yours tighter, eyes moving across your face in a triangular motion.

When he began to raise his hand to try and caress your chin, everything rushed back to him.

He’s still in your family’s hut, still sitting at your dining table, still with your family.

“Oh, uhm.” He stumbled, his hand slowly coming back down, lightly slapping against his lap.

You let out a small chuckle, wondering what was going through Awpxey’s head at this exact moment.

“Awpxey?” You mutter quietly, a small giggle escaping your mouth as you see him come back to reality, blinking a bit too hard.

“S-sorry Y/n..” He stuttered, you began to nod in response, opening your mouth to say something before something brushed against your back, skin brushed against your back.

You turn your head to look behind you, only to be met with a swaying Tuk, a drowsy weighed-down look on her face.

“Tuk?” Your sister took your attention from Awpxey. Though he had no problem with that with how questionable Tuk’s state was.

“Is she okay?” But Awpxey’s voice only echoed in the back of your mind, right now, the only thing you can think of is Tuk.

“Tuk? Tuk what happened?” You grasped her cheeks in your hands, turning her face towards you. You could tell she was mumbling something, but you could not see what.

“What are you saying Tuk? What happened?”

“A-ate to much… Ate to much kalin paste.. Stomach hurts and I’m very tired…” She mumbled.

You felt a bit relieved as you realized it wasn’t anything serious, but the fact she was in pain made you sad.

“Okay then Tuk,” you laugh. “I’ll go put you to bed, okay?”

All Tuk was able to offer back was a simple nod.

You stood up, scooping Tuk up in a bridal style. She was obviously very, very tired by the way she snuggled her head closer to your chest, curling up in your arms.

When you reached the sleeping mats, you placed Tuk on her respective mat, tucking her in, saying a quick prayer before you placed a kiss on her forehead and left.

When you arrived back at the table, your parents had asked you what happened with Tuk, which you explained.

“She ate to much kalin paste and got dizzy? But she was swaying and said her stomach hurt, oh, and that she was tired. So I just put her to bed.”

Your mother smiles and nodded in appreciation, you always made things a bit easier for her around the house.

You loved helping out, it would make you feel complete when you were always able to help people.

Awpxey watched you, he watched quietly as he seen you walk back to the table, an empty spot now behind you where Tuk was previously sat.

“Sorry about that. I just get really worried about my siblings.” You rub your hand against your forearm embarrassingly, not noticing Awpxey’s smile.

“Don’t apologize for it, it’s okay.” He messed with his loincloth. You smile, flashing a tired smile.

Awpxey had noticed, seeing the small bags under your eyes. “Hey, do you want me to go now? You look pretty tired.” Your eyes flicker to his, now at the fact it was pointed out, you started to feel sluggish. Your eyes struggling to keep themselves open as the kalin paste started to push down on your stomach.

“You know what? Now that you said that, I actually feel super tired.” You rub your eye, holding back a yawn in your throat. Awpxey smiled at you, “I’ll tell your parents.”

He turned towards your parents, who were still in their conversation, trying to find a part to speak to them without interrupting.

“Excuse me Mr. and Mrs. Sully?” Your parents stop, looking towards Awpxey, “yeah honey?” Neytiri says with a smile.

“I’m going to be heading home now, Y/n’s very tired and I don’t want to hold your family up any longer.” Neytiri and Jake both smiled, nodding their heads toward Awpxey.

“Okay Awpxey, be careful and make it home safe, okay?” Your mom said. Awpxey nodded, “I will Mrs. Sully! Thank you for having me for dinner, it was very good, and your kalin paste is the best!” Neytiri and Jake laughed together, your father nodding in agreement.

You smiled, getting up to walk Awpxey to the entrance of the hut. But what you didn’t know was that Kiri had also gotten up, following you both out the hut.

Right when you were about to wish Awpxey a goodnight and send him off, your sister, Kiri had rounded the corner coming to a stop at your side.

“Kiri? Is something wrong?” Your sister shook her head, looking forward to Awpxey.

“I wanted to bring him this, here you go Awpxey.” Your sister pushed an object into Awpxey’s hand.

Awpxey looked down at it, holding and feeling the smoothed surface of the object, not being able to tell what it was straight away.

“It’s a Lepidolite, a peace stone, it brings good luck. I’m giving it to you now that you are in a relationship with my sister, so you are both stable enough to take care of each other.” Kiri said with a sincere nod. Awpxey smiled, “thank you Kiri. That’s very thoughtful of you.”

You watched with smile, seeing how Awpxey fidgeted with the polished surface of the lilac-gray crystal.

“Goodnight guys, see you in the morning Y/n.” Kiri waved the both of goodbye, walking back into the hut and heading towards the sleeping mats.

You waved her goodbye, turning back towards Awpxey, feeling shy.

“Too quiet to say goodnight to me now too?” Awpxey teased as he leaned down to your face, trying to catch your eyes.

You giggled, “be quiet Awpxey.” Your cheeks burning as you smiled hard.

You turned your head up in his direction, smiling as you tried to hold back a laugh and make eye contact with him.

“Goodnight Awpxey, get a good nights rest, okay?” He nodded, reciprocating. “You too Y/n, sleep well..”

You both stood in a small silence, it was comfortable and not awkward. Awpxey was the one who made the initiating move and leaned forward, planting a small kiss on your lips.

You were quick to kiss him back, making sure not to leave his lips stranded for too long.

When you both parted, a small ‘smooch’ sound indicating that your lips separated, you stood with your hands clasped together behind your back.

“Goodnight Y/n.”

“Goodnight Awpxey.”

After finally saying goodnight, Awpxey walked back home, smiling all the way back to his hut. Happy to see his parents together in their sleeping mat.

When you were done recollecting yourself outside of your hut, you walked back inside. Shocked to find all the plates put away, hanging to dry.

When you walked toward the family room, looking to see where everyone went. You were not shocked to see everybody already asleep, tangled in their own bedrolls.

You were happy to see your parents together in their sleeping mat.

Getting into your mat and tucking yourself in, you reflected on your day. Thinking about how it was a really good day and how your family accepted Awpxey.

You yawned, turning on your left side as your eyes began to shut due to your tiredness.

Warmly, you let your body succumb to the drowsiness you felt.

Oh my gosh you guys. This is longggg… I feel like almost all of my stories are long, maybe to long. Because I just write when I have the time and I don’t have like an active word count, so i just write. I apologize if it’s to much for you! Also I just want to mention @creamboba ! I didn’t know if you wanted to be tagged, I’m sorry if you didn’t! Oh my gosh please excuse any spelling mistakes I try my best to proof read but I get tired you guys. But anyway, thank you for reading 🤍!

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sheluvv-gambino · 10 months

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Hellooo!! I really love your fic "temporary perfection" it's so damn sad but I love it!! 😭😭😭

Can I request like a sequel to it?

Where he meets 1610 reader who is alive and healthy? If not that's ok too!! I still love your work and you!! 💖💖💖💖

Permanent Perfection.

A/N: I don't particularly like doing part 2's to my fics just because I'm not as consistent as other creators on here but this request was too cute to pass. I hope this was what you were invisioning anon!

pairings : e-42 miles morales x black fem!reader

summary : you came to him when he was at his lowest but now that you're here he's just as happy as he was before and he refuses to let you go this time.

warnings : death/funeral, unknown illness, implied suicide i guess?

Part 1

Miles thought he had nothing left in life.

No one could've prepared Miles for the complete emptiness he felt when you left.

He was just a shell of someone he used to be.

He lost his other half.

The only reason he was still breathing was so that his mother didn't have to go through another death.

It was hard walking through the hall's knowing that anytime someone would look in his direction they would instantly start to speak about her.

During his nightime activities he got more reckless, so reckless to the point Uncle Aaron had to take the suit away from him just so he could clean up his act.

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You didn't know how you got to this new place.

It looked like your New York but it wasn't. It was littered with crime.

But one thing stood out the most. It had no Spiderman...

The New York that you came from had a Spiderman, in fact the Spiderman on you earth was your boyfriend. Miles...

He died trying to save his dad. Miguel had gottten to him to him first somehow and you were left to pick up the pieces.

You grieved but now you were just a shell of someone you used to be.

You lost your other half, you felt empty.

Everything became worse when you were sucked into a portal and was left in an unusual world.

It was like the universe was pulling you to someone else and they felt so familliar...

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Miles stopped dead in his tracks when he saw...

her?

He dropped the bag of groceries that he was bringing back for his mother and swiftly walked over to girl and pulled her harshly into the dark alleyway.

"Who are you?" He exclaimed, frightening the girl even more.

"Miles? You're supposed to be dead! I am so confuesd right now." You breathed out.

"Y/N?!? How are you here, you're the one thats supposed to be dead." He lets go of you and starts to breathe heavy.

"You look like my Miles but your not. I don't think I'm in my own dimension."

"What are you talking about? Dimensions? My girlfriend died eight months ago."

"Yes, so did my Miles. Long story short there are different dimensions and I was obviously brought here for a reason that I dont know."

"Okay and how do I know that you're telling the truth, you dont even have the small mole above your nose that my Y/N had."

You take your thumb and rub away the makeup that you had to cover it up.

A few minutes had passed before Miles pulled you into a bone crushing hug.

"I missed you so much, It was like my other half was missing and now I'm whole again." He whispered whilst kissing your forehead and closing your eyes.

"I know Miles, I know."

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Miles had snuck you in through his window after apologising to his mom for dropping the the groceries.

"You know the Miles on my earth never had his hair in braids, he was too tender headed for that." You laughed.

"Nah, it's probably because he couldn't pull it of like I can." He said whilst pulling you closer.

You both cuddled in comfortable silence before Miles spoke up.

"You know we getting you checked out at that the doctor's first thing." He murmured breathing into your neck.

"For what?"

"I just don't want to lose you again..."

In that moment Miles knew he had everything in life and so did you.

#across the spiderverse #earth 42 miles #earth 42 miles morales x black!reader #earth 42 miles morales x reader #miles g morales #prowler miles #spiderverse #earth 42 miles fluff #miles morales earth 42 #miles morales 1610 #miles morales x reader angst #1610 miles x reader #fluff #angst #miles morales x reader

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mydarlingdahlia · 11 months

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“The more the merrier.”—Douma & Akaza x AFAB Uppermoon!reader

Warnings: smut, oral sex (female receiving, aka cunnilingus), threesome, double penetration, vaginal and anal sex, virgin!reader, cream pie, porn with a plot(?), semi-public sex, Muzan can probably hear y’all so have fun with that information

(Also, Douma calls reader “little one” a few times. Don’t get it twisted, all three participants are of age.)

~♡︎~

Ever since the two Uppermoon Six demons had perished at the hand of a Hashira, you had moved up in the Twelve Kizuki in their place. Previously being Lowermoon One, of course. You had never met the two, but you were aware that they had been brother and sister in their human lives. You hadn’t even known if Lord Muzan would have let you socialize with the other Uppermoons until now.

You had always kept to yourself, given orders from Lord Muzan and dutifully fulfilled them. You never really talked to the other Lowermoons, either. You kept quiet, didn’t make much fuss when Lord Muzan gave you all orders. So when you had risen to the Uppermoon tier, you had initially been surprised.

Of course, you didn’t hate the position, you were grateful for it, if you were being honest. But you just found the other Uppermoons…a little…hostile? That’s the best way you could describe it.

Well, they weren’t hostile to you, but more so to each other. Talk about a welcoming party…

You’ve only been an Uppermoon for a few weeks, but you think you’re doing fairly well. Until you went to your first Uppermoon meeting. It was…different, than the Lowermoon meetings. Not because it was the Uppermoons themselves.

It was Uppermoons Two and Three. They both didn’t outwardly introduce themselves, but you found out that their names were Douma and Akaza. Nothing too out of the ordinary stuck out about them, except Akaza seemed to despise Douma with all of his being.

You figured it was at least slightly normal, anyway. After all, they all wouldn’t be happy-go-lucky and get along with each other like they’re best friends. Or maybe at least acquaintances.

But, back to the Uppermoon meeting.

As you were listening to Lord Muzan, you couldn’t help but feel like someone was staring at you. You only snuck a glance once, only to find that both Akaza and Douma were both looking at you.

You quickly averted your gaze, not wanting to draw too much attention from the others. But all throughout the meeting, you couldn’t help but feel their eyes practically burning into your back.

You could hear them muttering, and Akaza getting frustrated at Douma every once in a while (and most likely punching his face or shoulder), but that was mainly it. Nothing too out of the ordinary, at least you thought.

Until after the meeting was over.

You had begun to aimlessly wander around the Infinity Castle, as you usually did, not having a particular destination in mind. This place was so vast, and you had always been the exploring type.

You had paused in one room to take a small break, when you heard the door slide open. You looked up from where you were sitting on the floor, and were surprised to see Douma standing in the doorway. Had he followed you? Or had he found you by chance…?

“L-Lord Douma!” you said, getting up from where you were sitting and bowing to him.

“Ah, y/n! That was your name, wasn’t it?” he said, flashing you a smile.

“Y-Yes, Lord Douma.” you said, nodding slightly.

“Oh, no need for those silly formalities. Just call me Douma, little one.”

You didn’t know why, but you felt butterflies dance around in your stomach when he called you “little one”. Maybe he called more people that, not just you. Right?

Surely.

“Okay then…So, uhm, Douma, why have you come to see me? Or did you just find me by accident?”

Douma laughed, a hearty, full laugh. Like he had been genuinely amused by what you had said.

“Little one, this castle is infinite. It would be highly unlikely that I found you by chance.” he said.

“…Did you follow me?” you asked, a little softer than you had anticipated.

His smile slowly diminished, but never left his face. He laughed, but not like he had before. It was a lower, softer laugh, that darkened the eyes and rumbled in the chest like thunder before a storm. His mood hadn’t changed, but his aura had. Was it…threatening? Oh no, you wouldn’t put it like that.

…Beckoning. Teasing, even.

“Perhaps I did. Perhaps I didn’t, little one.” he said, his eyes locking onto yours.

You couldn’t tell why, but his gaze was so intense that it basically held you in place. Like you were frozen in ice, or in time itself. But something about it made something stir deep inside you. Something primal. Animalistic.

You must have zoned out, because when you were finally brought back down to earth, you felt Douma’s hand on your cheek. Your eyes widened, and you could feel your heart skip a beat. Your mind was racing, and your cheeks had turned cherry blossom pink.

“You’ve caught my eye, y/n.” he said suddenly.

Your eyebrows raised; you hadn’t expected him to say that. Or much at all, really. If you were being honest, you thought that he would’ve left by now. Guessing that he didn’t care. Being Uppermoon Two, you assumed he wouldn’t care about anyone lower than him.

But this showed that this was not necessarily the case.

“Caught your eye…? How?” you asked, a bit nervous of what his answer was going to be.

Douma simply shrugged.

“You’re very interesting, and you’re quite beautiful, too. I hope you don’t mind me saying that.” Douma said.

You paused for a moment, feeling like your throat had closed up. You’d never been called beautiful before. Not even in your human life. So you were automatically surprised.

“Beautiful? I…no one has ever called me something like that before…” you said softly.

“Then let me be the first.”

Before you could utter another phrase, you felt Douma’s lips press against your own. You were surprised, at first, but you soon let your hands drop on his shoulders and the rigidness in your spine cease. His hands were still on your cheeks, his thumbs slowly running over your skin.

You could feel his teeth gently pulling on your bottom lip, which you responded with parting your lips. His tongue slipped into your mouth, making you moan slightly. Your hands then moved into his hair, tugging slightly at his blonde locks.

After another minute or so, you pulled back, looking up at him.

“Did you enjoy that, y/n?” Douma asked.

You nodded, your cheeks flushed. You could barely speak, and your heart was pounding. You’d never done anything like that before, but you had to admit, it felt good.

“Good. But, I want to continue this. If that’s alright with you, little one?” he said, his hands sliding down to your shoulders.

“Y-Yes…” you said softly.

Douma smiled, his hands sliding down lower on your body. His hands pushed up the fabric covering your legs, exposing your inner thighs. You bit your lip as his hands gently squeezed and massaged your soft skin, getting closer to your covered heat.

One of his fingers hooked around the waistline of your panties, and he pulled them off with one swift motion. He tossed them aside, and focused his vision in between your legs.

“Oh my, I think I am going to enjoy this…”

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You could barely think straight at this point. How had you gotten into this situation? That was long forgotten, now.

All you could think about was the feel of Douma’s tongue on your clit, and how you gripped his hair so tightly. You were practically on the verge of screaming, but you didn’t want any of the other Uppermoons to hear you two. Or even Muzan.

It felt better than anything you had ever experienced, even if you hadn’t really experienced anything. You twitched at the slightest touch of his tongue to your sensitive nub, and shivered as he spelled his name across your wet folds.

“D-Douma…” you managed to squeak out, your back starting to arch.

You had tasted better than any human he had ever eaten. He couldn’t help but moan at the way your nectar coated his tongue, and dripped off of his lips and down his chin like a thick honey.

It coated his throat like a sweet elixir, and left a heavenly aroma that filled his every sense. You swore you could see little hearts circling his head.

You were starting to grow closer, a tight knot building up in your lower stomach. It felt hot, but so good at the same time. You’d never experienced anything like this before; your body felt like it was on fire.

Douma somehow must’ve sensed your approaching orgasm, because his mouth began to work even more furiously than it already was.

You grabbed onto his hair tightly, while placing your other hand on the ground behind you to hold yourself up. You were shaking, tears of bliss welling up in the corners of your eyes and threatening to roll down your cheeks.

His tongue and fingers worked overtime, all focused on pleasuring you to the fullest.

Electric shocks shot up your spine each time his tongue even slightly touched your oh-so-sensitive clit, the way his fingers gently probed and massaged your inner walls, oh you were in shambles at this point!

After a few moments, it became too much to bear all at once. You crashed down under the pressure of all of the bliss and euphoria you were feeling, and tried to hang on for dear life. You grabbed the back of Douma’s head, pulling it towards you as your thighs closed around his head.

You rocked your hips against his face, chasing your orgasm as you shook and trembled. You put a hand over your mouth to quiet yourself, but there was no point. Your moans and wails still slipped past your lips, sounding heavenly to Douma’s ears.

You finally released your grip after a minute or so, both of you gasping.

“Mmm~ You taste delightful, little one. Did you enjoy it as much as I did?” Douma asked, sitting up on his knees.

“Y-Yes, Lord- I mean Douma. I did enjoy that.” you responded softly. You blushed even redder than you already were as he licked your sweet nectar off of his lips, and cleaned off his fingers as well.

Just as you were about to say something else, you heard someone clear their throat from behind you. You panicked, and quickly closed your legs as you turned your head around.

Oh shit.

“L-Lord Akaza..!” you said, your voice cracking slightly. You tried to cover yourself up by pulling your kimono over your now exposed chest and thighs, but it was no use. He’d already been standing there long enough to get a good shot of the action.

Akaza’s eyes narrowed as he spotted Douma across from you, still happily licking his lips. He clenched his fists at his side, one of his eyes slightly twitching.

“Ah, Akaza! Fancy seeing you here~ Care to join the two of us? The more the merrier, after all~”

꧁༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄꧂

Now how did you end up in this position? You don’t remember, and it’s not really important at this moment.

You were barely conscious, at this point. Being sandwiched in between Uppermoons Two and Three…with their cocks filling up both of your holes oh-so-deliciously.

You were facing Akaza, one of his hands placed securely on your back, while Douma was behind you, both of his hands firmly on your waist.

They hadn’t even started to move yet, and you had already ascended to what you were sure was heaven. You had a spaced out look on your face, drool leaking out of one of the corners of your mouth. Your cheek rested on Akaza’s collarbone. Your vision was slightly blurry, too.

(A/N: I mean come on. Am I wrong here? This would totally be me if I was sandwiched in between these two.)

“Look, Akaza! Y/n looks so fucked out already~” Douma cooed from behind you. You felt Akaza nod, and…was he trembling slightly? You couldn’t tell by how much you were yourself.

“Hold onto me if you need to, okay?” Akaza whispered softly into your ear. Your heart warmed at his gentle tone. You wrapped your arms around his torso, and a small smile graced your lips.

“Alright, now that you’re settled, y/n, shall we start moving?” Douma asked.

You hesitated for a moment, then slowly nodded, holding Akaza a little tighter. You sucked in a breath as you felt Douma move slightly, your teeth tugging at your bottom lip.

A groan could be heard from both of them as your walls squeezed, barely able to manage having both of them inside at the same time. You whined as Akaza slowly moved as well, his hips moving upwards gingerly.

A minute or so passed by, and they both found a steady rhythm. You began to rock your hips in sync with their thrusts, trying to be as close to them as possible.

“Douma…A-Akaza…” you moaned, your heart beating fast in your chest.

You moved your arms to wrap around Akaza’s neck, one of your hands going up to grip his hair, causing him to grunt softly. His own grip tightened on your waist, and his hips started to move faster.

You were going practically limp, now. A rag doll for the two of them to fuck while you laid in their arms, wrapped tightly around both of their cocks. It felt like you were on cloud nine.

Your vocabulary had devolved to only their names and incoherent moans and whimpers. You could barely think straight at this point, your mind gone fuzzy.

“Mmmph…hmm…a-ah— ah!” you squealed as Akaza hit a particularly sensitive spot. You were getting closer and closer to your orgasm, that same knot building up again, but more intense. Each upward thrust of their hips had you seeings stars, and sent tingles up and down your spine.

Suddenly, you just couldn’t take it anymore. That tight knot snapped, causing you to arch your back sharply as you let out a wail of ecstasy and pure, unadulterated bliss. Both of them held you in place as they kept thrusting, chasing their orgasms as well.

It couldn’t have been more then a few moments after yours, when they both reached their highs.

They both held you still for a minute or two, both shaking as you were. You could feel their warm semen dripping down your inner thighs, and forming a small puddle on the floor.

After a few minutes, Douma spoke up.

“I found that experience quite enjoyable, didn’t you, Akaza? And you, y/n?” he said, resting his chin on your shoulder. You nodded, barely conscious enough to say anything.

Akaza didn’t respond, he just slowly rubbed your back, and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

The three of you stayed like that for a while, until you fell asleep with your head on Akaza’s shoulder.

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You woke up what you assumed to be a few hours later, wrapped in something warm. You slowly opened your eyes a bit, and noticed you had a blanket around your shoulders.

And you were leaning against something, or more so being held by something. It was Akaza.

He had you sitting comfortably in his lap with his arms around you, and Douma was asleep as well beside you. You smiled softly to yourself, and snuggled deeper into Akaza’s hold.

“I could get used to this…” you thought to yourself as slumber claimed you once more, your eyes closing as Akaza pulled you just a bit closer.

~♡︎~

So how was it? 👉🏼👈🏼

I hope y’all like this because I wrote this while in the car. 😭 Also I just realized this is my first smut post. 🧍‍♀️ Yay me! :)

Don’t fret, my lovelies, there will be more where this came from! Because I have so many unfinished drafts 🥲

Anyways, that’s all! Charlotte out.

-C

(P.S., I might post once or twice today or tomorrow, but don’t be expecting something because I’m not sure. But I’ll miss you guys while I’m away! ^^)

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer smut #douma #Akaza #first smut post whattt #no wayyyyy #i finally got this done after an eternity

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The Anbu Captain X

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Kakashi x F!Reader

Summary: Kakashi has the week off before a very long mission. He makes the most of his time with you and it is the most magical week of your life.

Warnings: NSFW, nipple play, anal play, light choking, oral, unprotected penetration.

Word Count: 4.6k

Art Credit: @akirasukuna

Part 9 New here? Check out Part 1

Side Note: didn't edit this much but I fell in love with this chapter and didn't want to wait to post

“You okay Captain?” Tenzo asks once Team Ro had settled into their camp for the night.

“Huh? Oh, yes, I’m okay.”

“You’ve been lost in thought a bunch on this mission. Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, just thinking about how I want to spend our week off.”

“Oooh, so it’s true!”

“What’s true?!” Yugao asks

“Captain has a girlfriend!”

“He what?!”

Kakashi just smiles at the ground as his team members begin to pelt him with questions about you. Ignoring their prying asks, he closes his eyes and goes back to planning. When he got back, he wasn’t going to squander a second with you. He had an entire week off before they left for two months. If you weren’t at work, you were on his time and it would be a punishable crime to waste his time.

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The team arrived back in the village late Sunday evening. In typical Kakashi fashion, he snuck through your window and slipped into your bed. He was a bit aggravated to find a sleeping Pakkun snuggled up against your stomach but he forgave the hound, knowing that sharing a bed with you will probably be of great comfort over the next two months.

You somewhat stir as you feel him grab hold of you from behind while he settles into being your big spoon.

“Welcome back baby.” you sleepily say as your hand rests on top of his arm.

“It’s good to be back.” he says nuzzling against your ponytail.

~~~~~~~Monday~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Ramen? At Ichiraku? Like in public?” you question Kakashi, surprised at his suggestion.

“We’ve been in public before”

“Yeah but that was before the rumor mill was set ablaze.”

“Set ablaze, huh?”

“It seems dating you is a big deal. I’ve had eyes follow me all week.”

“You sure it’s not cause you’re so beautiful?”

Kakashi brushes your lip with his thumb while you give him a knowing look.

“Well I’m all for Ichiraku. They’re delicious.”

“Good cause that’s what I’m in the mood for.”Kakashi says as he grabs your hand and escorts you out the door and down the stairs.

You walk through the village, both of you in civilian clothes and sure enough, there wasn’t a single person minding their own business as the two of you made your way to the favorite local ramen shop.

“Kakashi! It’s good to see you!”

Kakashi was greeting the shop owner when he noticed you. “And a lady friend? Kakashi, I wasn’t aware you were seeing anyone.”

“This is Y/N”

You timidly wave in response. You were certain you'd be a celebrity by the end of the week if the two of you were to be out in public like this every evening. Kakashi goes ahead and places your order.

“Could we please have two orders of Miso Ramen, one with Chashu Pork?”

“You got it! Anything for the lovely couple.”

“So, would this qualify as a date or just grabbing dinner?” You ask while you watch your soup get doled out into a bowl.

“Just getting dinner. Don’t worry, I have our whole week planned out.”

“You do?”

“It’s not often I get a week off.”

Your face softens as you look at him. This was not the same man you met nearly four months ago. It couldn’t be.

“So what do you have planned?”

He gives you a playful smile, “You’ll see.”

~~~~~~~Tuesday~~~~~~~~~~~

You pad up one of the main streets of town, again under the watchful eye of every single villager in proximity. You let him lead the way until he came to an abrupt halt. You stood on the earth where you almost smashed your face into the ground tripping over Kakashi.

“Why are we outside of the dumpling shop where we met?”

“I have some friends I’d like you to meet.”

“You have friends?”

You didn’t mean for it to come out the way it did, but between never being home and never mentioning any friends, you were kinda shocked to think that there were others in the village Kakashi had connections with. Kakashi gave a nervous smile and began scratching the back of his head.

“Well, they’re my old classmates from the academy.”

A smile tugs at the corners of your mouth.

“So I’m meeting your friends now. Does this mean we’re official?”

Kakashi grabs you by the back of your head and whispers in your ear, “You’re my official pet. Or have you forgotten about your collar?”

He gave the shell of your ear a small nibble before releasing you.

You feel your throat go dry at the same time that arousal threatens to drip into your underwear.

Kakashi takes your wrist and drags you into the dumpling shop where his classmates are waiting.

“Hello everyone, meet Y/N.” Kakashi announces to the small group.

“Hello” Kurenai greets.

“Hi” , you say with a small wave.

“Long time, no see. Looks like a lot has happened since I saw you trip into Kakashi here.”

“Oh, yeah” you blush, nervously tucking hair behind your ear in front of the witnesses to your clumsy blunder.

“Is that where I know you from? I thought we may have met in glorious battle!” Gai asks

“No, just from that time I tripped on a rock.”

You feel the heat rise in your cheeks

“Yeah, she had some books the size of a small child in her arms.” Asuma chimes in

“Well it’s nice to officially meet you. I’m Kurenai.”

“Asuma”

“And I am Kakashi’s greatest rival, MIGHT GAI!”

Kakashi shakes his head before hiding his face behind his hand in embarrassment.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N”

You and Kakashi take a seat among his friends and begin to dine. Kakashi didn’t say much. He mostly just watched you laugh and smile while getting to know his friends. The way you effortlessly make others fall in love with you. You amazed him every day. He couldn’t help but think about how lucky he was to have you. You were his perfect match.

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“Well that was fun!” you say as you walk back to your home together. Doggy box in hand with some left overs for Little Guy.

“I was worried Gai would be too much for you, but you handled him like a pro.”

“I like him! He makes me laugh.”

“Yeah, he makes me laugh too.”

“You know I’m going to need to bear witness to these rival challenges one day.”

“They’re really not impressive. I usually just challenge him to Rock, Paper, Scissors.”

You laugh so hard that you snort. “He does not fall for that!”

Kakashi kicks a pebble with his sandal as he chuckles. “Most of the time he does.”

You ascend the stairs and see Little Guy waiting for you.

“Hey Buddy! Look what I brought for you!”

He taps his paws in excitement. You pull out the dumplings and Pakkun gives an approving bark. You give him a few head scratches and offer for him to come inside but he seems content with staying outdoors tonight. You close the door with you and Kakashi on the inside leaving Pakkun free to return home. The ninja hound was more than aware of the kind of activities you two participate in at night and he was not about to overhear any of it.

~~~~~~~Wednesday~~~~~~~~~~

You come home from the office to find your room illuminated with candles and your collar waiting for you on the bed.

“What’s this?”

“It’s Wednesday, my dear.”

You give him a questioning look before comprehension sets in. “Oh, ‘hump day’”

You laugh as you go change out of your work clothes and opt for your uniform of crop top and panties. Tonight you go with a matching set. You dress in a dark purple cotton top and dark purple satin panties lined with lace around the waistband. You tied your hair up in a purple satin scrunchie to finish it off before walking up to him to accept your black leather collar. Your fingers play with the metal tag adorned with your name marking you as his property as he secures it around your neck.

He grabbed your face in both of his hands pulling you into him, resting his forehead against yours. He seemed on the verge of saying something but instead reached in his pocket to pull out the familiar headband.

You hold up your ponytail so he may tie the fabric around the back of your head before he carries you over to the bed. He lays you down gently. You feel his hands slide out from underneath you before they trace along your entire figure. He touched you like a valuable work of art.

His lips delicately brush your skin as they leave a trail of kisses down your arm and then up your leg. Kakashi was torn between touching you like a fragile rose and ruining you like the ravenous wolf he is.

He kneeled over you and cupped your face in his hands. You run your hands from his defined shoulders up to his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss. You offer your tongue and he greedily takes it.

His arms begin to wind around you possessively. You make small little moans in response and it begins to drive him over the edge. You hear grunts coming from him as his kiss becomes rough. His fingers start to grip you tight while his teeth come out to play. He lowers himself down to your chest and bites down. You arch your back upwards, pushing your breast into his face.

“Oh fuck Captain!”

Kakashi’s grip is bruising. His teeth latch on to your nipple as he suckles in vain. One day he will successfully milk them, until then he will toughen the skin. You squirm under him feeling your panties fill with arousal as your nipples ache. When he releases he places a small elastic around each stiff peak forcing them to stay pointed and erect. You whine when the band closes around your bud, rubbing your legs together as the pressure sets in.

“Good girl” he coos as you lift your chin towards him. “Now open”

You separate your lips only to be met with cool aluminum on your tongue. Kakashi had pulled out his gift from your first date. You were excited, the plug in your back door made his length in your cunt feel extra tight. It was exhilarating and hit all your sweet spots in the best way.

Blindly, you salivate all over the metal bulb before your captain pulls your hips towards him to insert it.

He sticks a finger in your mouth for you to lick before he glides it into your puckered rear. He rims you and then begins pushing in the tip of the plug. You breathe deep and allow your muscles to relax. This time, it glides in with ease and is pushed in up to the pink gem that now shines between your cheeks.

You let out a gratified moan as you feel the weight inside you. You stretch your back, arching it and wiggling side to side when Kakashi also attaches the chain leash to the metal loop in your collar. He pulls up his mask and rids your eyes of the headband.

You turn back to look at him as he tears away the fabric. He pushes you down on your back and keeps the hem of your crop top lifted above your tits so he can see your nipples swell, trapped in the black elastics.

Keeping your tether tight, he lowers himself down to your heat to snack on the arousal that is dripping from inserting your little gem. He’s careful to hide his face as he buries it into your dripping pussy but he removed your blindfold because he yearns to see the fire in your eyes when his tongue dances between your folds.

His arms gripping your thighs, leash still in hand, Kakashi locks eyes with you as he dives in. You don’t dare break eye contact. Seeing his brown and red eyes stare up at you from between your legs was the sexiest sight you could have ever dreamed. Selfishly clutching your chain while watching his prey unravel before him. Your core tightened more than it ever had.

“Kashiiii-AH!”

It was the most pleasurable torture of your life. Your toes were curling under the spell of his tongue. Your chest heaves under labored breath.

“Please! Please fuck me Captain!” You scream, begging to feel yourself stretch around him, unable to handle how empty your cunt feels.

“Close your eyes.”

You excitedly shut them.

“Lick”

You hear his voice in front of your face and you reach out your tongue to lick and suck your cum off his face like a lovesick puppy.

When you’re done he places his mask back over his face and instructs you to return your gaze to him. You lock your eyes onto his. He kneels between your legs and teases you by tapping your slit with his tip.

A whinny look of desperation covers your face. “Please Captain” you pout. You see him give in as he plunges up and in, dick plummeting past the bulb in your rear grazing two sweet spots at once. He sees your face as you expel a broken gasp. Smiling behind the cloth.

“Does my little pet enjoy this.”

“Mhm” you choke, pathetic and needy.

He slips in and out as you collapse back on the bed, nipples poking out from under your crop top. “Oh gods Captain, you’re so good to me.” you praise as he works his way along your walls which flutter around him.

He positions himself above you, thrusting for nearly twenty minutes, watching you mewl and moan under him. Hands pawing at his chest, fingers gripping his arms, legs wrapping around his waist. You were in a state of bliss and your mind swam from it. He felt himself pulled into a trance. He studied every part of you. The texture of your glowing skin, the depth of your irises, the softness of your hair, the feeling of your plush thighs, the darkness surrounding your nipples made purple in their bands, the vein along the side of your neck, the pink of your lips, and how your eyelashes curl.

He suddenly felt you close around him and realized you were cumming. He quickened his pace and looked down to see the ring of cream enveloping the base of his cock. He pulled out of you with a squelch and flipped you over onto all fours.

You tried to lay your head down on the bed but he tugged on your chain and pulled you back up into an arch. Feeling malicious he tugged on your gem and wrapped the chain around it so the bulb pressed up against your sphincter unless you kept your back bowed.

Beggared whines continue as he pushes his tip past your entrance and into your slit. He held you at your shoulders when he began ramming into you. You pressed the center of your spine towards the bed making sure his angle was as deep as he desired. He pulled on your leash, near your collar, some more. A choked moan falls past your lips. His fiery passion burns hot as your sounds fill his ears.

His hips slam into yours and all he can think as he looks down at your shining gem and the ripples of your fat ass is mine, mine, mine, mine.

Feeling ravenous for you, he leans down and slips his fingers inside your collar and pulls you towards him. Your weight supported by the leather straining against your neck, you feel excitement coarse through your body as the blood flow to your brain is restricted.

While one hand is tucked around the collar, the other reaches around to feel your nipples made sensitive from the lack of blood flow for the past half hour. You flinch as he brushes his fingertips against them.

“Are you sensitive, good girl?”

“Yes Captain-Oh- oh!”

He continues to rail into you so you can barely answer him. Between the sensation in your nipples, his balls slapping your clit, and the friction between your legs, you spiral into one of the most intense orgasms you’ve ever had. You wheeze in his arms, falling limp and lifeless from the convulsions running through you.

He feels powerful as he holds your figure. The urge to bite into your shoulder overcomes him. He can feel your blood pumping through your body, your heart thumps against his arm as it drapes around your chest. He wants to taste that blood. His helpless prey, his beautiful pet, his reason for living. You are his everything.

You cry out as his teeth sink in but he laps against the bite like he always does and it feels better. Stroking in and out slowly from behind as he holds you against his chest. He reaches around and rolls the black elastic off your buds with a hiss from your teeth. He licks his fingers before massaging your nipples between them. The tender care makes your rear spasm around the stem of your gem.

“Thank you Captain, thank you.”

“You’re welcome, good girl. You did well.”

You throw your head back on his shoulder still panting in his arms. He unclasps the leash from your metal hook and lets it fall to the bed. Stroking slowly still. You lift one arm and let it run through his silver mane. The other wraps over the hand around your waist. Your sweet cries echo in the room.

Pulling up his mask now stained with your blood, he pulls out and lays you on your back. He re-enters you in a mating press, eyes boring into yours as he strokes in and out. Your eyes study his brown iris, then his red. Switching back and forth, not sure which is more beautiful.

Your mouth falls open into an O as Kakashi nears his orgasm. Both of your hands thread their fingers into his hair. You squeal as he cums. Kakashi grunting with each pound into you. He wasn’t going to see you for two months. This week was for depositing as much of himself into you as possible so you wouldn’t miss him as much.

He collapses on the bed next to you.

Both worn out from your orgasms, you fall asleep side by side, plug still in your behind, collar around your neck, naked body on naked body.

~~~~~~~Thursday~~~~~~~~~~

The sky is painted on a pink and purple canvas as you finally feel a tug on your fishing rod.

“Captain, I got one!”

“Good job, my love” he says with a proud smile.

He gives you a peck on the cheek as you bring your catches and fishing equipment back to Kakashi’s home. It is in his kitchen that he teaches you how to cook it in his favorite fashion. He gives you his headband to wear around your hairline in case he can’t keep his lips to himself. He also gives you an apron and calls you his sous chef because you belong ‘under' him.

Your tantalizing head chef finds every opportunity to stand behind you and guide your hands through the process. Teaching you while nuzzling into your neck and rubbing his boner along your backside.

You’re holding a knife trying to dice vegetables when Kakashi grabs your wrists. He presses light kisses against your neck. You close your eyes and hum.

“Mmmm, thank you Captain.”

“It’s ‘thank you Chef’ tonight, my love.”

“Mmm, Thank you, Chef.” you say while wiggling your rear into his pelvis

“What a good girl you are.” he says into your neck while starting to kiss it more aggressively. You drop your knife and turn around in his arms to kiss him. He lifts you up onto the counter before lowering his headband over your eyes. Your dinner nearly burns while you’re distracted by your quick reward for behaving so well.

~~~~~~~~Friday~~~~~~~~~~~

Large palms covering the back of your hands, your fingers dig into cool slimy clay as Kakashi guides your blind limbs into creating an unknown column. It feels reminiscent of when you stroke his length but he told you he wanted you to have a vase for when he buys you flowers.

“Are you sure we’re doing this right?”

“Trust your Captain.”

“It just seems like we forgot to hollow out the inside of the vase.”

“Don’t worry. It looks exactly how it’s supposed to.” he says with a quick kiss on your jaw.

You smile under his headband tied around your eyes. You’re pretty sure he’s up to something but without your sight you can’t confirm.

Kakashi lifts his hands off of your’s.

“Let me add just a few final touches.”

“Can I look?”

“Not yet, Good Girl”

You let out a little whine.

“Do I need to bend you over my knee?”

An excited shiver runs down your spine and stiffens your nipples.

Kakashi laughs at your reaction. “Seems someone enjoys being put in her place.”

“Depends on who’s putting me there.”

“Good Girl.” he says, reaching over with his messy hand. He strokes your cheek before giving a boop to your nose. Your cheeks flush.

“Alright, it’s done.”

You lift his headband off your eyes to see a replica of Kakashi’s manhood complete with veins and mushroom tip. You give him a look of amusement.

“I can’t put flowers with this!”

“But, you can put it in your flower when you miss me.”

Your jaw drops. “I’m supposed to put that where?!”

“When it dries, I can give you a tutorial.”

Your eyes widen as Kakashi comes over to your chair to straddle you. He sank the headband back across your eyes as he lowers his mask to begin kissing you, ready to remind you how the real one feels when it’s inside.

~~~~~~~Saturday~~~~~~~~~~~

“Kashi, where are we?” you ask, hearing a loud sound ahead of you.

“Where do you think?”

“Well it sounds like we’re getting close to a waterfall of some kind.”

The two of you race through the forest jumping tree to tree. It had been a long time since you had traveled like this. Mostly you practiced your taijutsu these days in case anyone were to break into your office. You hadn’t been on a mission in ages.

Only the moonlight illuminated your path. Kakashi is much faster than you so he doubles back every now and then to steal a kiss. Sometimes he stops to poke fun at you for calling yourself a ninja.

“If everyone was good enough to be in the Anbu then it wouldn’t be so impressive, now would it?” you say defensively

“Yeah but I know Genin faster than you.”

“Why you little-”

Kakashi pinned you against the tree with his finger against your lips

“I don’t recommend you finish that sentence, little one. Your Captain might not like it.”

Your already heavy breathing strains from arousal, eyes shining up at him. He gives your cheek a clothed kiss as you near a clearing. You undoubtedly are headed towards the mouth of a waterfall when you find two giant stone statues etched into the cliff.

“Valley of the End?”

“Yes, where Hashirama battled Madara.”

“Wow, the statues are huge!”

“Race you to the top!”

“Hey! No fair!”

Exhausted, you meet him at the top of Hashirama’s head where he is casually sitting with one leg out. You plop yourself down next to him and nestle into his side.

“The river looks so beautiful from up here.”

“Almost as beautiful as you.”

Your blush isn’t visible in the light of night but Kakashi knows it’s there. Very seriously, Kakashi grabs your hand. “This has been the best week of my life. Thank you.”

“Captain, it is me who should be thanking you. No one has ever done anything like this for me.”

Kakashi lifts your hand to kiss the back of it.

“Kakashi…”

You lean into him. Under the darkness of night he lowers his mask. His lips pushing into yours, he cradles your head as he lowers you to the stone surface. Shifting his bodyweight over you, he lifts your shirt and lowers your pants, allowing your passions to take over. You pant and paw at him under the stars, letting him make his final deposit before his long mission tomorrow.

~~~~~~~Sunday~~~~~~~~~~

You wake up together in your bed. The dreaded Sunday has come. You’re not ready to say goodbye. You’re not ready to fear for his safety. You’re not ready to miss him for 8 weeks.

You prop yourself up on your elbow and look down at his restful sleeping face. Your heart constricts at the thought of him leaving. You were blessed with the most incredible boyfriend who happened to have the worst job in the village. You wanted to ask him to leave the Anbu. Retire as a decorated Shinobi. But you knew he loved his village and you knew he felt he had a duty to fulfill. Tears start to leak from your eyes.

Not wanting Kakashi to catch you crying, you hurriedly get up and walk to the kitchen to make breakfast.

You check the front door to see if Little Guy was outside and sure enough he was.

“Hey Little Guy.” you greet somewhat somberly.

He gives a little whine almost as if to say ‘what’s wrong?’

“He leaves today, Little Guy. I know. I know I should be grateful to have had him all to myself for an entire week but I got so used to him being around and now…” Your lip begins to quiver, “Now it feels like a hole has been punched in my chest.”

You wipe the tears with your arm as Pakkun gives you a head bunt. You give him ear scratches then stand up facing the kitchen.

“I know, I know, enough tears. Time for breakfast.”

Pakkun could see your heartache and as you looked down at him you swore you thought the friendly neighborhood dog was feeling pity for you.

You pull out the frying pan and get busy.

A groggy Captain emerges from the bedroom and wraps his arms lovingly around your waist and gives you a light kiss over last night’s hickies. You melt into him.

“Thank you Captain.”

“You’re welcome, Good Girl. How can I help?”

“You can bring these over to the table” you say, handing him two plates.

You grab the tea and join him.

“So you leave today.”

“Yes, before noon.”

He looks up at you, searching for a reaction. You drop your eyes not wanting him to see how sad you were.

“It will be 8 weeks.”

“I know…” you reply in almost a whisper.

“I will always return home to you.” he reassures you, grabbing your hand.

Your eyes dart up to meet his. You give him a small smile.

“Cause you’re the best there is.”

He gives a low chuckle. “Cause I’m the best there is.”

You finish eating and do the dishes with a quick reprieve for intimacy. After redressing your naked bodies it is time for Kakashi to officially depart. You stand in your doorway holding each other. You rest your head in the crook of his neck and breathe deep.

Kakashi inhales long and strong with his nose buried in your hair. He releases his hug and is about to step across the threshold when you tighten your grip and pull him back towards you.

You have a look of desperation on your face as you begin to say,

“Kakashi, I-”

“I love you too.”

The wind is knocked out of you as a tear of joy leaks out the corner of your eye.

“I’ll see you in 8 weeks, my love.”

“See you in 8 weeks, Captain.”

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