#I’d fall in love with Pearl too

[koreankitkat]

It was just another performance for Pearl For Marina, it was the day her entire world changed

[here-am-i-sitting-in-a-tin-can]

headcanons: dating percy jackson (pt. 2)

a/n: i know i said i’d make more and i didn’t. until now so here you go. i know it was supposed to be headcanons but the end was more of a minific. i hope you still like it, though.

also please consider reblogging this if you enjoy it <3

pairing: percy jackson x gn!reader

warnings: none, really

(pt. 1)

percy jackson who absolutely adores you. let me tell you, he is whipped. completely. and it’s the most adorable thing in the world. like when sally, being the sweetheart she is, sends him blue candy and snacks he will share them with you. and if you don’t take them, oh boy. 

percy jackson who cannot bake to safe his life. he can cook but his muffins just won’t come out the way he wants them to, no matter which recipe he tries. even if it’s his mom’s, it’s like he’s cursed or something. he tries to make the blue chocolate chip cookies himself and that’s the only thing that works for him when it comes to baking. cake? it burns, somehow. every dam time (i’m sorry, i had to). muffins? he adds too much flour and they come out all dry. he still gives them to you, hoping you’ll still like them so you better pretend you do, even if they get stuck in your throat and you need to chug a gallon of water to be able to eat something else. 

percy jackson who brings you something every time he visits his father. a pearl, a seashell, a little trinket, something he made himself which you can collect on your camp necklace. 

percy jackson who tells you that he loves you like it’s the most normal thing in the world. but he means it and that’s what makes it special. 

“i love you.” 

“i know.” 

percy jackson who invites you to spend christmas with him and sally in their little new york apartment, baking christmas cookies. they’re blue, of course, even if green or red would be more appropriate for the occasion. you don’t question it. later that evening, you’re cuddled up on the couch, watching christmas movies until percy eventually falls asleep. you are playing with his hair as his breath steadies. you smile when you notice him drifting off to sleep, pressing a lazy kiss to his forehead. you almost jump when you turn to look back at the TV, noticing sally still sitting there. you almost forgot where you are. she smiles, clearly amused but also happy. 

“what?” you mouth, careful not to wake percy.

“nothing,” sally says softly, still smiling. the tone of her voice is amused, almost joyful. 

she looks back at the TV, chuckling lightly. 

“what?” you ask again, giggling a little.

“nothing, nothing.” 

you shake your head. 

and sally knows you’re the one for her son. 

[yanderenightmare]

this doesn’t need to be a full story I’d just love to see some of scummy kirishima trying to refrain himself from forcing himself on his darling but she makes it .. so hard

BNHA ! THIRST

Kirishima Eijirou x darling

TW: NSFW, yandere, noncon/dubcon, misogyny, prohero au, inappropriate thoughts in the office… 

I took liberties - made darling a supervisor-type from the Hero Commission fsr

It's as though every inch of you begs him to pounce. From the free-fall of crispy-done curls that cascade down around your shoulder to the perfectly placed red-lined lips you smack once talking down to him about proper hero protocol and the subsequent punishments that follow insubordination and how you'll have his license revoked if he doesn't start playing by the Hero Public Safety Commissions rules.

You make him want to gather your expensive haircut in a tight-knit fist – smudge all that red over your pretty face when taking his cock so far down your bratty throat you choke on all the prissy words kept on your tongue for him.

Strutting in that tight black pencil skirt that cinches your small waist – making it look so perfectly receptacle for his large hands – above those firm hips and those doughy thighs he wants nothing more but to squeeze into and make jiggle as he buries himself deep between them. You make his balls itch every time you stomp away from him – with the cruelly tall peekaboo slit splitting your skirt open – teasing him with every loud step you take in those slick black stilettos - showing ankles and legs and knees and thighs, up and up but not far up enough to quench the feral hunger it edges deep down in his gut.

He'd shuffle on his knees – bite his knuckles in restraint – all to cop a feel of that ass and how you sway it with the same sass of an alley-cat. He can imagine it receiving his greedy hands so well – letting him carve in so far he might see his fingers completely swallowed in the fat. Leave his handprint in stinging welts that make you weep for kindness, bent over his lap with your wrists in his fist – only to be answered by his sharp teeth sinking deep into the supple flesh – making you scream.

You don't make it easy for him… being so tiny and snatchable. It would be the easiest thing – to take and tame you – to pull your much smaller body right off your feet and push you tight against the nearest wall – all your important documents on the floor beneath his dirty boots as you take his cock between your ribs and choke on the moan it gives you.

He can barely listen when you berate him – telling him his pay will be redacted if he doesn’t try harder at keeping the wreckage of private and government buildings to a minimum – unable to block out all the impure thoughts that go bubbling from his balls, making his throat tight as you stand there so primly in your glossy silk shirt with buttons so flimsy he bet they'd pop off on the slightest little tug. He imagines it as you continue your rant – your finger pointed at him strictly, and all he’s able to think about is how your breasts would spill out and he’d get to see whatever chic lace brazier you have on underneath.

Gnashing his teeth together, gritting them tight at how painful his boner is, kept inside the strict confines of his boxers while he imagines chewing on the pretty pearls you keep around your throat – thinking about tugging the necklace tight in a strangle, making you squeak and groan as he pounds you harder and harder from behind.

He bets only one of his big hands in your hair would have you completely humbled. Bet you'd cower in cries and do exactly whatever he'd tell you in fear of having your pretty body hurt.

He bet he'd get away with it, too – that's the worst part – that the crime he wants to commit the most is one without consequence. He'll think about it until his abdomen feels like it's about to burst – until his head's so hot and pounding it hurts, and he might very well blackout and give into all of it without further thought.

It would be as easy as pulling on a ski mask. He knows exactly how he’d do it – has your entire routine mapped out and knows exactly what empty building is still under construction in exactly what shortcut you go through to reach your apartment. Knows exactly which slab of still dusty concrete he could bend you over and push your little tear-stained face down against – watching the chub of your cheek squish against the cold stone as you moan on hot cries and plead out fruitless whimpers for his mercy. 

He imagines taking his sweet time with you – getting you real nice and ready for him, playing slippery patterns between your folds where he has your feet kicked apart in a spread. He'd rest his pained and pulsating meat between the valley of your asscheeks as you shake and whine – rubbing against the soft plush skin with a rumble in his chest until you're perfectly puffy and wet for him – tight cunt suckling lewdly on three of his fat gravely fingers stuffed inside it.

He knows you don't get around much – knows you're too busy and otherwise too stingy to let any random person fuck you, so he can only imagine how sweet and sensitive you'd be for him – so needy for the attention, you'd probably start cheering him on once feeling how good he stretches your cock-starved pussy out. 

He imagines your moans are real girly, too – that you'd squeal so nicely once split apart on him. And how your thighs would quake, receiving every inch of his length inside you – toes curling in your stilettos once he's completely bottomed out – nudging his fat cockhead right up against your cervix.

You’d clench on his shaft – milk him for cum – desperate for it.

And he’d give it to you – paint your walls thick with it – cream your tight little cunt so full of it you’d moan out the prettiest breathless thank you as it spills in beady pills down your thighs into your expensive power-heels – properly put in your place.

tip-jar: Kofi

[aestheticpearl]

— 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

[𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫] bradley bradshaw

“can we cuddle?” you pouted sitting on the couch wrapped in blankets.

“no i’m still mad at you” bradley was sat on the other side of the couch far away from you with his arms crossed. you had been arguing since breakfast this morning over a kinda ridiculous reason. you held the blanket tightly as you heard the patter of rain falling on the window outside and you tried to think of what to do to get him to forgive you. you move closer, he shuffles back.

“i am sorry but that much cream cheese does not belong on a bagel”

“IT DOES TOO!” yes, you and bradley had been fighting over how much cream cheese was an appropriate amount on a bagel. he was certain that the bagel itself was the just the vessel to eat the cream cheese. “i don’t know how many times i have to tell you it does, it’s just my opinion”

“and your opinion is wrong” he gasps dramatically at your statement and turns his head up and away from you.

“i don’t appreciate your tone.”

“and i don’t appreciate the gross amount of cream cheese you put on bagels” he whips his head around to you and glares. “if it was flavored cream cheese i’d understand a little bit, but just plain is nasty.”

“i cannot believe what i am hearing!”

“what? scared of hearing the truth bradley?!” he gives you a look and you know you’re in for it now.

“right like i’m gonna listen to someone that likes barley any cream cheese on their bagel”

“you sure are, cause you love me” he rolls his eyes at your statement.

“yeah unfortunately” you smile at him proudly and he scoffs at you.

“so can we cuddle?” you ask causing him to grumble and move over to you to wrap his arms around you. you curl into him satisfied.

“yes but just so you know i’m not enjoy this right now”

“okay handsome” you lean your head on his shoulder and close your eyes.

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some more domestic bradley for y’all

.love always <3 pearl

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[astronomodome]

It’s 3 AM and I’m stressed out so instead of doing boring things like sleeping I’m deciding whether or not I could beat each life series member in a physical fight (c! and cc!). Sorry about the violence idk why my brain thought of this. DISCLAIMER I don’t want to fight any of these people and I don’t wish any harm upon them I’m just delirious 👍 yayy

Rendog

c!: He’s just a guy with dog ears in canon so I wouldn’t be like suuuper fucked but I think I’d still lose. You know he turns up to jazzercise

cc!: Hasn’t he been through enough recently… could I win? Maybe. But I’d be a good sport about it and I’d expect him to do the same should he beat me

Grian

c!: Have you ever tried to fight a bird? Those things are scary. I got chased by a goose once and it was not fun. Yeah this ain’t happening

cc!: You know that one video of Grian demolishing that punching bag? That would be me. Do you want that for me? I don’t

Joel Smallishbeans

c!: I think I could but it would be really close and I’d have to go to the hospital immediately after. Not for fight wounds or anything I just would be worried he’d have given me rabies

cc!: I feel like I would have to fight him and Lizzie at the same time and I don’t think I could take that. Nothing can beat the power of love <3

Scott Smajor

c!: Nah I just lose and he’s judgmental about it too

cc!: LGBT infighting. I would probably lose

BigB

c!: he would win the psychic battle long before the physical battle could even begin

cc!: Man is yoked. I have died

Etho

c!: As soon as I walk up to him he teleports behind me and cuts me in half. Nothing personnel kid

cc!: Lost in the Canadian wilderness trying to track him down, I am mauled by a moose. My corpse becomes a nice meal for some wolves and I am slowly forgotten

Bdubs

c!: I could punt him with ease

cc!: I maybe could but would it really be worth it

Pearl

c!: Ripped apart by hounds so sad. I deserved it

cc!: I can’t afford to fly to Australia. Also even if I could I think she could just throw a bug at me and I would die from the 10,000 poisons that every Australian animal contains

Martyn Inthelittlewood

c!: I lied we’re not fighting I’m leading you out of the endless cycle of violence come with me

cc!: I feel like I would be overconfident going into it and then he would just deck me. Alternatively he could just recite mentally damaging lore facts at me until I fall over and die

Scar from Goodtimes

c!: He immediately engages me in a battle of wits that ends in me paying him to punch me in the face

cc!: I would concede immediately for moral reasons. Maybe we could lightsaber duel instead?

Impulse

c!: He would show up in like full netherite or something. Are these fights happening irl or in minecraft. Doesn’t matter. Either way I am gone. Reduced to ashes

cc!: That is a whole entire human being I think I’d punch him once and then apologize. It would not affect him at all. I don’t think he’d hurt me though

Tango

c!: I might have a chance but the fire hair thing might be a problem

cc!: I think it would somehow turn into a hockey match and given that I have only ice skated twice before and both times ended in me spraining my ankles real bad I don’t think my odds are looking great. He is bald though so there’s always hope

Cleo

c!: I am breakfast. She will eat me

cc!: I don’t think I’d even be able to get the fight set up I think they’d give me a fake address and leave it at that. And I would deserve it

Jimmy Solidarity

c!: We’re both rather pathetic and sad so I think in this case we would just adhere to rule of funny. Whether I win or lose depends on what’s funniest at the time

cc!: The GYM TEACHER?? No.

Skizzleman

c!: Why would I do that

cc!: :( I don’t want to do this anymore. I would lose also that is a whole ass adult man but I think he’d go easy on me so idk

Geminitay

c!: Lol. No.

cc!: I would be beaten instantly cause I’d feel bad about hurting her but honestly I don’t know why this would ever happen. We could be friends <3 sorry is that parasocial

Mumbo Jumbo

c!: I feel like he could outrun me but I could overpower him

cc!: Absolutely no chance, man could bike circles around me. I would be easily run over

Lizzie LDShadowlady

c!: Easily but I’d feel bad about it

cc!: Same as with Joel. I stand no chance against their combo attack

[writing-ca-ira]

FIRST DANCE SONGS

DC various x Reader

Just some of my favs and what I think their first dances at their wedding would be like. What song they would choose, if they’d cry or not, etc.

Reader is gender neutral.

Contains: wedding dances, romantic relationship between character and reader, a shit ton of fluffy mushy thoughts, DC men are allowed to cry because yes.

Clark Kent — Easy choice; Can’t Help Falling in Love by Elvis Presley. I can imagine this song being Jonathan and Martha Kent’s song when they got married. He has a 60% chance of crying; 70% if he catches a glimpse of Ma and Pa holding hands, softly singing the lyrics to each other. There’s also a game that wedding DJs will sometimes do to see which guests have been married the longest (if you aren’t familiar, they’ll call up all of the married guests to dance, and they’ll periodically say, “if you’ve been married for X amount of years, sit down.”), so I can imagine At Last by Etta James beginning to play after your first dance, and you and Clark would be smiling as you watch the last couple standing; Jonathan and Martha Kent.

Bruce Wayne — Just Breathe by Pearl Jam, and he’s 100% crying. That’s what happens when you make eye contact with a misty-eyed Alfred. He wouldn’t do any fancy spinning or dipping with you because he’s too busy holding you close (both to hide the fact that he’s crying and because he never wants to let go). Other songs that may start playing afterwards range from Check Yes, Juliet by We The Kings and Super Bass by Nicki Minaj (a surprise for the both of you). Also, a picture of your first dance may or may not end up on the cover of some tabloid magazine, despite any of your efforts to keep your wedding from the public’s eye.

Hal Jordan — No one was surprised to hear Stand By Me by Ben E. King start playing for your first dance. However, what they were surprised by was how watery Hal’s eyes were. He has a 50% chance of crying during your first dance, though he’d cover it up by laughing as he let you goofily twirl him around. The last minute or so would just be you two with your arms around each other, foreheads touching, eyes filled with love and adoration for each other… and then the beginning of Don’t Stop Believin’ by Journey would cause you two to collapse into each other with fond laughter. Expect to see Hal absolutely shred the air guitar.

Dick Grayson — You’d probably have to get through a few ABBA songs before your first dance (because Dick is The Dancing Queen™), but it’s worth it when All of Me by John Legend starts up. I’d love to think that the two of you have slow-danced to this song under the stars as a date, so of course you two would agree on this song. Has a 75% chance of crying (despite crying earlier during the actual ceremony) because you’re just so stunning to him while you sway in each other’s arms. He’d probably want a more upbeat song to play afterwards, like La Da Dee by Cody Simpson or Sugar by Maroon 5, and he’ll absolutely dramatically sing the lyrics to you.

Jason Todd — A lot about your wedding may differ depending on if Jason is comfortable with an actual ceremony or not, but one thing that stays consistent is Falling Like the Stars by James Arthur as your first dance song. He’d probably have a 30% chance of crying in front of other people, but if your wedding something more private, that number easily spikes up to 80%. Be prepared to be held tight against him. Heck, he might not let you go even after the song ends. If you have a traditional wedding, he’d have an arm around you as the two of you sit down and watch everyone else dance to Don’t Stop Me Now by Queen.

Tim Drake — I can see First Day of My Life by Bright Eyes being your song. Tim’s not exactly a dancer, so it may be the two of you just swaying back and forth, but he’d gladly let a spin or two happen if it makes your face light up. The odds of him crying are pretty low at 25%, meaning the most you’ll probably see is the slightest shimmer in his eyes (but Cassie, Bart, Kon, and Dick are 100% in shambles as you two dance). He’ll stare at you with complete adoration, contempt with just being with you, along with a giant smile gracing his lips for the duration of your dance. Something punk-rock/emo like Sugar, We’re Goin’ Down by Fallout Boy has to be the follow-up song. I don’t make the rules.

Wally West — Because I imagine your first date being a Disney movie marathon, Can You Feel the Love Tonight by Elton John fits perfectly. He’d probably hum the melody while bringing your foreheads together, eyes sparkling if you hum along with him. Be prepared to be twirled or dipped unexpectedly (he loves catching you by surprise). I’d say there’s a 50% chance of him crying, since he might be able to hold it together until something preppier plays like Shut Up and Dance by WALK THE MOON (and yes, much like Dick, he’ll dramatically sing the lyrics to you). You two will do so many goofy dance moves together, I can guarantee it.

Victor Stone — “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” is an underrated movie date idea, which is why I declare your first dance song to be Moon River by Audrey Hepburn. Slow dancing with Vic is so soft; he’ll gently sway with you and hold you so delicately. Not a big crier, so you’re at a 40% chance of that, but it’ll easily jump up to 60% if you rest your head against his shoulder or chest. Afterwards, I can totally see something like Without You by David Guetta playing. The energy on the dance floor would go from 0 to 100 when the chorus hits, everyone jumping on the dance floor like it’s a concert, while you and Vic spin each other around with warm laughter.

Kara Danvers — A few Taylor Swift and Kelly Clarkson songs later, you’d find yourselves dancing to Unchained Melody by the Righteous Brothers. It’s a classic, and I can totally see you two having your first kiss at an ice cream parlor with this playing in the background. I’d say there’s a 45% chance of you seeing happy tears in Kara’s eyes. There’d be a big smile on her face as she let you spin her, your arms wrapping around each other. And of course Teenage Dream by Katy Perry plays afterwards. Clark will come up to you two with a teary congratulations, and you’ll start doing a goofy three-way dance, and that somehow evolves into a giant conga line with Clark in the lead.

Jaime Reyes — I have this feeling that Jaime gets really insecure about himself, so Corazón Sin Cara by Prince Royce is the natural choice. It’s a reminder that you’ll love him as he is, just as he’ll love you as you are. While there’s a 60% of him full-on crying, there’s a 100% chance of him getting teary-eyed at the lyric, “solo sé que yo te quiero así” (I only know that I love you like this). He’s big on hand holding — he loves to rub his thumb over the back of your hand — so he’ll have at least one of your hands in his through the entire dance. After Royce fades out, I can see either Kiss You by One Direction playing, or Never Gonna Give You Up by Rick Astley (you both forgot about the conversation you had about how funny Rick Rolling your guests would be… effectively Rick Rolling yourselves).

Zatanna Zatara — Like I’m Gonna Loose You by Meghan Trainor has that swing sound that Zee loves to dance to. She’d get a little playful with dips and spins, but that’s only to cover up the fact that she’s at a 75% of crying; you can tell by her breathy chuckles as she rests her head against your shoulder. I think it would be really cute if she did a spell to make the air sparkle like fireflies around you two near the beginning of the song. And she’ll definitely whisper an I love you backwards to you, something I’m sure you’d be familiar with in your relationship. Also, Magic by B.o.B was suggested by you as a joke, but Zatanna was like, “that’s actually so good,” so that’s the song playing afterwards. Whoops.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

what if peaches (unexpected) had already been pregnant from colin by the time lloyd met her?

Unkind

Note: this got out of hand.

Warnings: Lloyd being a jerk yet again, mentions of cheating, pregnancy, bodyshaming.

Please provide thoughts and feedback! I had fun doing this and hope to do some more in response to your guys' asks! Thank you for all your support. 💜

You stare through the glass, so clean and clear, it’s as if it’s even there. You wistfully admire the fine leather and silver, the gleaming watch faces with their ticking slender arms. Sparkling, shining, expensive. Too expensive for you.

That would be most things these days. With a baby on the way. You can’t afford luxuries. You can’t even save up and surprise Colin. That one. The silver and blue. That’s the one you would get him, if only.

Your vision shifts and you see your reflection across from you. Your bloated cheeks, your tired eyes, the tiny bump peeking out from your unzipped jacket. No, you’re not here to buy a gift for your husband, just to exchange his new shoes for the right size.

A shadow darkens through the window of the jewelry shop and your sight pinpoints on the man inside. He looks up from the watches with a smirk. Slicked hair, a rather bold choice of facial hair, and bold blue eyes. They fall down to your stomach as the muscles in his cheeks tense. He gives half a smirk.

You frown and back away. Strange. You wouldn’t call it a look, more a leer. You feel your phone buzzing and reach into your pocket. You fish out your phone as you waddle away. You’re not that pregnant, not yet, but there’s no hiding it now.

You answer and suppress a groan. Your back is killing you. It doesn’t get better, just less or more agonizing. 

“Hey,” Colin meets your blunt greeting, “so sorry, babe, I’m caught up at the office today. Looks like another late night.”

“Really?” You sigh in disappointment, “I was hoping… I was going to cook you dinner before I went to work.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it,” he insists, “really. You should try to relax.”

“You’re right, I guess,” you find one of the long pleather sofas they have along the wide walkways of the mall and sit. The stiff cushions aren’t meant for comfort. “I just gotta exchange your shoes,” you set the bag beside you and reach to rub your lower back, “and uh, go home, I guess. I’ll leave dinner in the oven.”

“Ah, don’t worry about me. I’ll probably just order in here.”

You nod as you teeth your lip anxiously. A figure sits further down the sofa and you do your best to ignore it.

“Uh, yeah, alright,” you mutter, “love ya.”

“You too, babe,” he replies. 

The call ends. You look at your phone glumly before tucking it away. You go to grab the back but it crinkles as the stranger beside you pulls it open to peek inside. You turn to sneer at him and snatch it up by the handles.

“Hey,” you snip.

“Nice shoes. Bit big for a newborn,” he muses. It’s the same man, from the shop window.

You shake your head and slide to the edge, standing with some effort and a grunt. You don’t need to engage with this weirdo.

“You’re out here buying the baby daddy new shoes while he’s stuck at the office fucking his secretary, huh?”

You scoff and roll your eyes, “excuse me?”

“Ah,” he slaps his thighs before he stands, “I read somewhere that the most likely time for a husband to cheat is during the pregnancy. You see, you got all these changes going on. You get moody, you get whiny, and your ass gets fat.” He leans to the side and eyes your butt, “fatter.”

You wrinkle your nose in disgust and try to sidestep him. What a fucking creep. You didn’t ask and you don’t want to hear it.

“I say you take those shoes back and treat yourself to something nice down at the jeweler. I’d suggest a pearl necklace,” he snickers as he blocks your path, “you got a great neck for it, toots.”

“Get out of my way.”

“Look, the truth is hard. It hurts. It pisses you off. I heard your phone call, doll face, he’s not staying late at the office. Trust me.”

“I don’t fucking know you.”

“Oooh, and with a mouth like that, how is he not absolutely obsessed?” His voice grits in a way that makes you shudder.

“I didn’t ask and I don’t care,” you rebuff, “now excuse me.”

You elbow past him and he lets you. You realise, if he wanted to, he could easily corner you there. Especially since you can’t move very fast.

“Think about it. You know, I’d even buy you diamonds for a good blow job,” he taunts, “you got a pretty mouth.”

“Yeah, and you got a big one,” you toss back over your shoulder as you hurry away, lowering your voice to mumble beyond his comprehension, “jerk.”

💎

You get the right size of shoes after waiting nearly forty minutes in line and at the till as they searched the backroom. You check the new receipt and nearly blanch. Wow, that’s a lot for shoes. Only last weak, Colin reamed you out on how much you spent for the good toilet paper. Well, you suppose they’re a necessity for work. He just got that big promotion.

You take the new pair and head out. You search for a sign and find the bathrooms just past the food court. With the pressure off your bladder, you come back out and resist the temptation of the Cinnabon that greets you. You set off on your escape from the materialistic maze and ignore the jewelry shop as you pass it a second time.

You come out to the parking lot and deflate as you remember how far you had to park. God, your back is fucked. You need to lay down. You don’t know how you’re going to make it through work.

You head down the row and find your beat up car. You open the back door and put the bag on the floor. You swing the door shut and open the driver’s, turning to sit sideways on the seat as you wheeze and cry out. The twinge in your back as you shaking as you grip the interior.

Fuck!

You huff through the pain and steel yourself. You can make it home. Then you can relax and save your energy for work. You can’t call in again. Colin will flip.

“So,” a voice startles you before you can turn in the seat, “what do you think?”

The man with the mustache appears again, stepping out from behind the nearby SUV. He pulls a string of diamonds out of his sleeves and lets them dangle. He wiggles the necklace and gives a wink.

“You deserve something pretty… and I deserve my dick sucked,” he cackles, “you know, you could even pawn it so you have money for diapers.”

“Ew,” you twist in the seat and hold back another groan, “not interested, weirdo.”

“Come on, when’s the last time he fucked you?”

“Get out of here,” you reach for the door.

“No, I’m serious. Those funbags are already fucking huge and they’re only going to get bigger. He should be motorboating them like he’s on the goddamn lake–”

“Stop,” you go to pull the door open but he’s quick to strut forward and grab the top, holding it open. “Hey, let go, you fucking–”

“I’m offering you what you’re not getting anywhere else.”

“Speak for yourself,” you sniff. Things have been tense but they’ll get better. Besides, you don’t know this man. You don’t care what he thinks.

“Ah, well, how about I buy you dinner first. You must be starving and I can play the gentleman–”

“Not interested–”

“It’s a good deal–”

“You’re a fucking creep,” you snap and wrench on the door.

Caught off guard, his arms slackens and you manage to pinch his fingers in the door. He yelps and recoils as you let the door open just slightly and slam it once he rescinds his hand. He shakes out his fingers as he bends and growls.

You hit the locks and shove your keys into the ignition. He stands straight, clutching the diamonds and his injured hands as his eyes blaze in your direction. You shift into gear and grip the wheel, foot hovering over the pedal.

“Oh, this isn’t over, sweet cheeks,” his voice is muffled through the window, “you wait. You’ll be begging for this when you catch that fuckboy with shooting his swimmers into another slut’s pool–”

You stomp on the gas and veer out of the spot. You tremble as your ears ring and your eyes water. He’s wrong. He doesn’t know you. Or Colin. 

Maybe you could still surprise Colin. Maybe you can bring dinner to him. Eat with him at the office before you go off for your shift. Just like when he first started there. Maybe it will remind him of how things used to be, not what they’ve come to.

[emmyrosee]

inspired by my mom and dad, so everyone say thank you to Mr and Mrs Emmy

——-

“What have you two gotten into?”

Your sudden voice behind the couch makes your four year old perk up excitedly, only to then fall into a fit of giggles as Katsuki clutches his chest out of the slight startle of you behind him. You snicker as well, adorning the glare he sends you with a kiss to the corner of his eye.

“Don’t scare me like that,” he snarls. “‘M old. One scare too many, next thing you know, I’m dead.”

“You’re literally not even that old,” you snort, leaning over the back of the couch to nudge your head against his. “Besides, you think I’m really gonna let you die that easy? Tell death do us part, butthead.”

Your child laughs again, using her free hand to point at the still pouting Katsuki, “daddy’s a butthead! Daddy’s a butthead!”

“I’ll show you butthead if you two don’t watch your mouths,” he grumbles, but he doesn’t fool either of you with the quiver of his lip in amusement, trying to hide the action with a lick of his teeth. He tips his head back to lean against the back of the couch, “we found your wedding dress in the basement earlier, short stack just wanted to see pictures from it.”

“I didn’t know you kept everything in a box,” you hum, running your fingers through his hair. He closes his eyes happily at the feeling before he sighs out “you think Deku would let me keep anything out of place from our relationship? That nerd’s been been tryna shack us together since UA. Like hell he’s gonna let that hard work go to waste with any disorganization.”

You laugh once again, and this time, he grins and leans up to kiss the sound from your lips, only pulling away with a soft “love you.”

“Mommy!” Her voice calls, interrupting you both. “‘Dis one wiff your name!”

“My name?” You ask confused. You wonder if it’s a wedding invitation, but when your eyes catch on the lined notebook paper, you tip your head in confusion.

Katsuki, who seemed to instantly know what she got into, jumped to his feet and wasted no time in trying to grab her.

“Give me that!” Katsuki demands, making a reach for the paper. She squeals and dashes behind your legs for protection, and you chuckle fondly. “Mommy can’t always protect you, you little snot!”

“Uh-huh she can!” She laughs back.

“Katsuki,” you scold playfully. “She’s four! Be nice.”

“I’ll be nice when she stops being the bane of my existence!”

Tiny cackles bubble from behind your legs, and with your own laugh, you make a motion for the paper in her hand. Once it’s gently in your fingertips, Katsuki makes another wild grasp for it, which you pull out of his reach with ease.

He locks his crimson eyes with his kid, “tickle monsters gonna get you later,” he warns, pointing his finger authoritatively, making her squeal and run to the other room. Katsuki sighs dramatically and scrubs his face with calloused hands. “Definitely your little spawn.”

“Oh I don’t think so,” you snort, “that sassiness? Straight from your bloodline.” You move the paper to your gaze to read it, and from your peripheral, you see Katsuki slump back in his chair and pout.

Hey, my love, the letter begins. A queasiness settles in your stomach, wondering if you suddenly understood why he was so nervous in the first place.

“You’re the ‘My love,’ dumbass,” katsuki growls, as if he sees your new hesitation. “Keep reading, you’ll get there.”

So, you do.

I can’t stop thinking about our video call last night. Shit, you looked so good. The weird looks I got at the restaurant definitely were worth it when I got to see you all dressed up again. Looked like you got the pearls I’d sent over. I think they were real pearls, that’s what the sales woman said. To be honest, couldn’t know the difference if I tried, but you don’t need to know that.

You giggle. He smiles in his seat at the sound.

How have you been? Like, with handling this? I know you smack that silly-ass smile on your face, like I can’t read through you like a damned book. Idiot. We’ve been together for three years, you still think I don’t know your cues?

“What are my cues, then?” You try, the smirk on your face falling to surprise as he answers.

“You fiddle with your jewelry, hook hair behind your ear, your pick your cuticles, you wring your hands, you try to feel for your pulse point, you scratch your neck-“ each point makes him raise a finger to keep track.

“Good god, I got it, shut up.”

I miss you too, you know. Miss your cold ass feet trying to shove down the back of my sweats at night, miss your weird eating habits, miss you crying at those commercials with animals in it, I just miss life with you. Fuckin greater good my ass, distance makes the heart grow fonder bullshit, I just want you with me. I’m doing this for our future, that’s the only reason why I’m still putting us through this shit.

I miss you baby. And I’ll be home soon.

- Boo Bear

“Ew,” you sob, laughing despite yourself and using the back of your hand to dry your tears. “You’re so gross, I hate you.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever,” he scoffs, rising back to his feet to wrap his arms around you, comforting eyes dancing over your face. “Pardon me for being a big softie and shit.”

“I can’t believe you used to write me love letters,” you gasp out, clutching the old paper to your chest. “That’s so… unlike you.”

He lets out a soft ‘tch’ and squeezes your waist, “I mean… back when I was like… younger, sure. I didn’t want you to forget about me ‘s all. Crazy about you then, crazy about you still. ”

“I’m so in love with you,” you mewl, rising on your tiptoes to be captured into another kiss, intense and hungry and filled with complete love and loyalty and-

“Ewwww!!”

You pull back with loud cackles as your four year old stands planted in the doorway, face scrunched up as she watched her parents affection. His fingers curl on your waist, and he flashes his daughter a mischievous, faux-annoyed look, “you need to learn to mind your business, you brat!”

This time, you let Katsuki terrorize your four-year old, chasing her down the hall with her screams and his fake monster roars echoing through them. You shake your head and kneel down at the box, desperate to find more of the lined paper that spoke beautiful words that Katsuki seldom lets you hear.

You only grin wider when you find a full folder of them.

You’d have to thank Izuku for his organization skills later.

[lovable-liar]

I LOVED THE PARTNER ON STREAM HASAN THOUGHTS <3 I’d love more!!! You capture him so well🫶🏽

🎤 I love you anon, please enjoy <3

🖇 part 1

𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺

COOKING STREAM!!! *foams at the mouth*

Him wearing an apron that has a lady in a bikini on it while you wear an apron with a buff hairy guy on it cuz you’re cool and awesome 

I can see this being something that viewers requested once but you guys make it a regular thing!

The first time you do a cooking stream is the time where everything goes wrong

“Okay, then mix the wet ingredients with the dry ingredients until they make a clumpy consistency.” Hasan recites from the cookbook, holding his hands out in front of him like a T-Rex so as to not get any of the egg coating his hands on the book.

“For a cookbook, they do use disgusting words to describe stuff. Clumpy?!” You begin mixing the ingredients together while Hasan washes his hands and checks chat.

“Oh shit…”

“Oh shit?”

“Did we put sugar in it?” You pick up the bag of sugar, the one you bought fresh that day, unopened.

“Yeah? I used the shaker.”

“The shaker?”

“Mhm?”

“Sweetie, honey, angel, darling… That’s salt.”

But even though the cooking half of the stream failed, you guys didn’t fail to have fun! So cooking streams became a statement Friday night activity!

You’d make new dishes every week, swapping out the funny aprons for new ones that you guys decorated for each other during date night a couple weeks ago.

Swapping out the bright ring lights for candles and fairy lights.

Making Turkish dishes with him <3

Playing games together!

You guys have a list of games you’d like to play on stream!

He sets up a desk right next to his, buys you your own gaming PC, sets it all up for you, buys you LOADS of your favorite stuff to decorate it with <3

Playing Stardew Valley and getting married on there (I need assistance, I’m gonna fall over)

Playing Among Us and if you get imposter and he gets innocent, he definitely helps you kill people and get away with it

Playing Unpacking and telling stories about what it was like moving in together, offering decor advice, and shedding tears over the storyline of the game. <3

Reacting to edits and fanart together!

“Why do people make so many edits of you?”

“They edit you too, I’ve seen it.”

“Huh?”

“Look.” Hasan pushes his phone into your face as a thirst trap edit of you plays (that he has liked and saved to his favorites)

“Damn, I’m sexy…” You take his phone, clutching your pearls as you’re entranced by the nature of the edit.

“I know, honey. I know.”

[yaekiss]

#Mailroom Open! Love letter from @kaeyaksha:

hii, i’d like to have a love letter delivered to yan Kaeya A. and get a nsfw reply back! he/him pronouns and i have no preference for nicknames. the contents of the letter read:

“To the moon that shines my nights,

It’s been dreadfully long since i’ve been able to delight in your company and i’m afraid your absence will eventually cause me to lose my mind. Every morning I open my eyes and hope to lay beside you so I can admire your heavenly smile, my hands’ only purpose was to hold your face so I can worship it unceasingly, and now that you’re away I find no use for them. My concern for my sanity grows since last morning when I mistook you for one of the guards on duty and almost threw myself at him in a fit of madness.

In my depravation of my dear moon i’ve found myself gazing at the satellite in our sky in hopes that it’ll cure my longing, but my efforts were in vain for not the moon and the stars in the night sky can compare to the light in your eyes.

I can only hope your business in Sumeru concludes soon so that I can fall back into your arms once again.

From your yearning and anguished lover, who can’t phantom the idea of a single day going by without you lips on mine.”

There’s also a dark blue box smelling of lavender, inside there’s a bottle of wine with a ribbon attached to it and a pair of pearl dangly earrings.

(The envelope is stained with numerous lipsticks kisses and contains a printed picture:)

꩜ Letter Content: Dom! Male! Reader x Yan! Sub! Kaeya, reader referred to as "boyfriend", Kaeya calls you "my sun", mentions of alcohol, unhealthy obsessive and possessive relationship from Kaeya, lmk if I missed out anything ! ꩜ Delivery Notes: Your letter to him almost got lost amidst all the mail but fret not! It's safely delivered to him ^^! I heard he recently sent another letter from Sumeru to Mondstadt using another mailing system with express delivery, wonder what that's all about... ꩜ Wanna write a love letter yourself? Check out it out here!

Kaeya’s parcel is dropped off at your doorstep by the time you get home. It’s a simple gift box and atop it, sits a stunning peacock teal ribbon. A firm tug on one end of the ribbon unties it and allows you to remove the lid of the box.

Inside the box, are the different gifts and souvenirs Kaeya has lovingly prepared for you while he’s been away. There’s a picture frame tucked to a side, of which contains a photograph of him and Klee donning marvellous new outfits. He’s carrying Klee on his shoulders as the bright sunlight streams in from the trees behind them but it’s nothing compared to the blinding grin on their faces. Scribbled on the back of the frame in red crayon is an adorable “We miss you! :D”, no doubt from Klee.

Setting the picture frame down in its rightful position in your home, you continue going through the box. Included is also a considerable variety of regional snacks and bottled drinks from Sumeru that he thought you might like.

And finally, tucked at the bottom of the parcel, is an envelope containing Kaeya’s reply. The envelope is plain and unassuming, save for a lipstick stain at the back, right in the middle where the tip of the cover flap kisses the envelope. Opening it up, you fish out the parchment tucked inside. 

The paper is lightly perfumed, a familiar scent that you’ve found yourself missing these few weeks with Kaeya away. His handwriting is relaxed and leisurely, and there are a couple tiny hearts doodled in the margins of the letter. His letter reads:

“To the sun that lights my days, 

Ah, how I've missed calling you that, I feel like I've been gone for way too long! You've been on my mind so much lately, my dearest sun, I fear you might not be the only one to lose your sanity.

Truly, it feels like an essential part of my being has been ripped from me. Without you around, I've grown somewhat restless. I can no longer sleep as well as I usually do when I have you by my side. The warmth from you next to me has become so necessary for me to have a good night's rest. If I look lethargic when I return to you, please don't tease me too much, my sun. :(

I've also found myself, unfortunately, rather pent up. It seems that I've grown addicted to the pleasure, the salvation, only you can bring to me. When I think about your lips on mine, fantasise about your fingertips tracing down my sides as you whisper all the things you want to do to me in my ear, I get so terribly lovesick, you can't even begin to imagine it, my sun.

I desperately crave you, to worship every inch of you, to just be close to you. You have me dedicated entirely to you, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Which is why my heart nearly stopped when you said that you had mistaken a guard for me and almost thrown yourself at him.

(This part of the letter seemingly has been written with more force, the paper is a little wrinkled, almost tearing towards the end of the paragraph.) Now, my dearest sun, I wouldn't want you to think of me as someone overly jealous or possessive, but the thought of another individual receiving your romantic affections has me... I would tear the heavens asunder just for a mere touch from you, my sun. After all, what use are the gods to a sinner who has found utter paradise in his lover?

Perhaps we need to spend more intimate time together, so you can etch every part of my body into your memory. And if you felt generous enough, you could even mark me up, stake your claim on me so that everyone will know that you have me as your moon. <3

By the way! Thank you for the wine, you know just how to cheer a lovelorn cavalry captain right up. The flavour is lovely, just like you ;), and I wish I had you here to appreciate it with. Oh! I tried on the pearl earrings too and Klee said they looked nice on me, and I have you to thank for that as well. We really should get more matching jewellery, how about it, my sun?

Alright, I've gone on long enough for this letter. If you want more, you'll just have to write to me again, my dearest sun. Don't make me wait too long though, I might lose my mind!

Your ever-infatuated moon,

- Kaeya Alberich -

P.S. I chuckled at the picture you sent me, but I think we both know that it's your name I'll be screaming and moaning when I finally return to your side ;)”

It's a nice touching letter to receive from your beloved, save for that one more... concerning part. You rest the letter in your lap as you think back to the incident with the poor guard. Even though you had managed to stop yourself from hugging him, he was caught unawares at your sudden movements.

Apologising, you explain that he just reminded you of your lover away in Sumeru. However, all you received in return was an expression of shock as he looked away and shakily muttered something under his breath, “Captain Kaeya’s… boyfriend…” 

These few days you can’t help but notice that the guard has been more tense when you’re around, keeping his eyes trained right ahead, never once looking directly at you.

You can’t help but wonder if it had anything to do with your Kaeya.

Thanks for reading! Consider supporting me on kofi if you enjoyed this or check out my other works hehe ♡

[brandycranby]

Hii!! By your mouth and mine was the first (and might be the only?) Asian!reader-specific fic I’ve read for Steve and it always stuck with me!! Your writing is so poetic and expressive ❤️❤️

Could i request a Steve/reader smut of him eating you out?? I’d love it if the reader was East Asian but it doesn’t have to be!!! Happy anniversary :)))

Like A Prayer

a/n: ty for this request nonnie 🥺🫶🏻 i'm sorry this has taken so long!! this is east asian reader but not too explicit and no description

What's the virtue of abstinence to a man who’s had 70 years pass by in the blink of an eye? 

He can’t be expected to be able to wait, peacefully slumbering beside you, deep in dreaming, entrusted with your parent’s severe blessing to wed and to follow the unspoken rules of their house. 

Instead, Steve falls into you, his daydream lashes brushing his cheeks, eyes half-open to memorialize the heave of your soft tummy, your hands squeezing your breasts in a way that he understands is painful but cathartic in wake of the pleasure he gives. 

His mouth is latched to your pussy, an airtight seal; gently, he caresses your clit with the broad flat of his tongue, tracing the delicate seam between the pearl tip and hood, and his pink lips move against your labia, like a knight kissing the palm of his star-like lady in devotion, making his touch last before he rides out. 

Just like, but not really; this is something much more holy. 

He hunches over, cramped on the edge of your childhood bed, back bowed in worship; prayer is silent and so are you, throat closing and forcing back any sounds as your fingers strum over your nipples, flicking them in time with his tongue until you buck against his chin, another burst of slippery fluid seeping out, wanting him, wanting more. 

And Steve is a sinner, Steve is a hero, Steve is your disciple with blue-fire eyes pledging devotion to you.

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i wrote this at work :)) enjoy steve in horny jail, feel free to join him 😌 hehe it's my first foray into writing since summer, sorry if this is super weird

seven sentence celebration masterlist

[amethystfairy1]

godd the way you write pearl and gem’s dynamic is soo <333 and esp when u compare pearl and grian in their respective new homes??? god i NEED to see them meet. will they recognize each other? will that sibling-like spark still be there or has it been stomped down to the ground from their trauma? will they do a lil. lil morning fly perhaps ?? :D

and back to shiny duo my beloveds, the way you write their friendship?? how pearl’s warmed up to gem and relaxes and is Herself around her but still falls into old habits every now and then, and how gem’s just happy to have a friend with her … goshh and i love when theyr slaying and being a little (or too much) protective over each other. i’d love to see more of them and the journeys they went on behind the scenes and how far theyd go for each other.

ah sorry for the ramble but !! im sooo in love with the world you’ve crafted and the characters you’ve written (as a pearl main ive been FED everytime she appears in your fics) and im looking forward to see how everything ties back together!! and this may be a little outstretched hand asking if i could,,, draw some fanart/doodles of the fic (if i have the time) ?? :D

love u author thank u for the amazing fic! <3

Ahhh! I’m so glad you love Shiny Duo! Pearl and Gem girlbossing through the world caring for each other and being such good sweet friends!

Grian and Pearl reuniting is….well, I’d hate to spoil it considering it would be such a big moment, but there are lots more plans for Traveling Thieves that I’m very excited to share!

Pearl is gonna get lots more time! And I would LOVE LOVE LOVE any doodles or fanart you might draw for the AU! Please post it and mention me and use the AU tag so I can see if you don’t mind, I would absolutely adore seeing it!!!

Thank you for coming by the say hi! 💖

[kingofpopmj]

hiii, can i request a story where y/n is Michael's babies nanny and she is in love with him but she thinks he is totally out of her league, a bit of angst & smut if its okay pls 💗

Y’all are so damn naughty. 🙈🙊 I support it! lol

Here you go hunni! I hope you enjoy!

Hallway Handsy

I stood off to the side watching over Michael’s photoshoot with his beautiful baby boy. He’s so happy to finally be a father. It’s truly a special sight. Michael’s wearing a white crystal covered blazer with pearl accents, black slacks and a black fedora. His hair pulled back into a loose ponytail, a few stray curls lying across his soft skin. He looked phenomenal— as always. His eyes sparkling more than ever before. And, his smile, when he smiles it feels like the entire world stops along with my heart. He’s everything I’ve ever imagined the perfect man to be, I never thought I’d find a man like that, I never thought they were real— until I met Michael. I didn’t realize how deep in my daydream I was until...

“Y/N!” Michael raised his voice, waving his hand in the air.

“Yes, Michael, what can I do for you?”

“Can you take the little one? I’m going to do a few solo shots.” I nodded, quickly making my way over to him and carefully lifting the baby from his arms.

“I’ll be in the nursery.” I stated, excusing myself quietly.

I gently rocked the baby, trying to get him to fall asleep, but he only stared back at me, making funny noises with his mouth. I decided to walk out to the backyard. He loved being outside. He would giggle uncontrollably at the sound of birds chirping. He enjoyed chasing butterflies and admiring all the flowers. The small water fountain was his favorite, it always put him right to sleep. It’s very calming on the ranch. I grew to fall in love with it myself— more so its owner.

Michael caught my attention immediately. It’s impossible not to fall in love with how kind, sweet, thoughtful, caring and handsome he is. I often found myself daydreaming as I roamed about his home. He’s my first thought when I wake up in the morning and the last when I fall asleep at night. He crossed my mind more than I care to admit— I couldn’t control how I felt. I was completely head over heels for him— and he had no idea. He didn’t see me, not the way I saw him. I wasn’t even on his radar and I couldn’t blame him. When I first started working for Michael, it was easy to lock away my feelings, but that all changed when he insisted I move in. It’s been about three months since Neverland became my home. It’s been a fairytale— for me at least. I spend everyday with Michael. It meant everything to me— yet so little to him I’m sure. I’m the nanny. I’m his employee. He’s my boss. There’s no changing that.

Once the baby had drifted off, I stayed outside, admiring the view. Everything is breathtaking here. The green grass, the clear blue sky, and butterflies constantly gracing the space. You can’t help but feel happy here. Neverland is unreal. It’s like a dream.

“There you are! I thought you ran off with my kid.” I turned around seeing Michael jogging towards us. My breath got caught in my throat when my eyes scanned his body, now he’s wearing a blue button down shirt. I admired how handsome he looked without even trying.

“I’m so sorry! I was trying to get him down for his nap. I got a bit distracted. It’s lovely here.”

“Relax. I’m joking.” He smiled taking a seat beside me. “I love it here too. I put thought into every little thing. I’m happy it all came together.”

“It’s beautiful.”

“Mhm.. very beautiful.” I felt Michael’s eyes on me as I tried to focus on his baby boy.

“The carousel seems to be coming together.”

“Yes! It will be ready to go this weekend. Maybe you can be the first to ride it with me?” He smiled sweetly, I mentally kicked myself for thinking ‘yes, I’d love to ride you.’

“I’d be honored.”

“You’ve got beautiful eyes.” He pushed a strand of hair out of my face, his palm grazing my cheek, causing my face to heat up.

“Thank you. You’ve got lovely eyes as well.” I giggled softly, playing with the baby’s tiny hand.

“Has anyone ever told you how stunning you are?” My eyes shot up, falling on Michael with a longing expression on his face. “Your beauty alone can inspire someone to write songs— love songs.”

I could barely process what Michael was saying, responding to him proved to be a challenge, the beating of my heart clouding my thoughts. Michael stared at me with anticipation, leaning in, I could feel the warmth radiating off of him. He’s so close. The baby began to stir just as Michael was about to— well I’m not entirely sure what was about to happen. I guess I’ll never know.

“I should take him inside.” I said sadly, Michael quickly jumped up next to me.

“I’ll join you.”

We walked in a somewhat comfortable silence, our arms brushing against one another as we traveled through the halls of his home. Every few moments we looked at the other quickly sharing a kind smile. My mind was racing, trying to think of something to say, but I was at a loss.

“What are your plans for Thanksgiving?” Michael asked, breaking the silence. Bless this perfect man.

“I’m not sure yet. My family is out of state, I don’t want to travel back home this year. Besides, I’m the one that does all the cooking and baking. I think I deserve a break.” I laughed, Michael quickly joined in. Goodness, his smile could clear up a rainy day. His laugh is the reason rainbows exist, I’m sure of it.

Michael held the nursery door open for me, I walked in thanking him, standing in front of the crib. I gently laid the baby down careful not to wake him.

“You can spend it with me.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Thanksgiving. You can spend it with me.” Michael coughed, fiddling with the buttons on his shirt. “With us. I meant spend it with us.”

“Oh, that’s sweet, but I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

“Y/N, you’re family. No intrusion I promise.”

“That’s sweet. I’d love to. Thank you.”

Walking out of the nursery and shutting the door behind us, there was a shift in his demeanor. He became more playful, if that was even possible. Michael winked, holding his arm out for me, I gladly linked arms with him, trying desperately to hide the effect his touch had on me. We began walking down the hallway with no destination in mind.

“You can teach me a few things. I’m not the best cook.”

“Ah-ha! Mr. Jackson, did you invite me to thanksgiving to do all the work?” I questioned, pretending to be offended.

“No, no, I like you. I’d like to have an excuse to spend more quality time with you.” He spoke quickly, shaking his head.

“I like you too.” I said with a smile, hoping that he couldn’t sense how nervous I was around him, or how honest those words felt coming out of my mouth. I meant those words with all my heart.

“Maybe, we can spend time together, alone, before Thanksgiving?” He asked hopefully, stopping in his tracks to face me.

“Is seeing me everyday not enough?” I teased.

“No. It’s not enough.” His tone was so serious it sent chills down my spine.

“What do you have in mind?”

“Well..” He began, closing the distance between us, slowly gliding his long fingers down my arms. “I can take you out for dinner, just the two of us, then bring you back home.. for dessert.” his overly flirtatious tone, catching me off guard, I never thought I’d be on the receiving end of this side of Michael.

“That sounds—”

Michael cupped my face with urgency, shutting me up in the most tender way, but with just enough roughness to make a girl weak in the knees. His lips were like nothing I’d ever felt before, they were soft, but strong. This is really happening. Michael is kissing me, his breath tasted like mint and his hands had a firm grip on my backside.

“Michael!” I loudly whispered, breaking apart from his sweet lips, his lust filled eyes were focused on me. It felt incredible. He held onto me as if I’d run away from him if he let go.

“What is it baby?” Michael’s voice came out deep and seductive. I couldn’t control myself any longer, I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him into me. I’m not sure how we got to this point, but I certainly wasn’t going to waste it.

My back collided with the wall as Michael clutched my wrists, pinning them to the wall above my head. I’ve never felt this kind of passion, I never knew it existed, but now that I’ve tasted it, I’ll never be able to give it up.

We hungrily went after each other, bumping into a tall end table, knocking off everything on it, an expensive looking glass lamp shattered all over the floor. Michael laughed against my lips as he lifted me onto the table. Confidently, I held his hands in mine, placing his palms against my bare thighs, with my hands resting on top of his, I guided them toward me, pushing my skirt up painfully slow in the process. Michael groaned in my mouth, without skipping a beat he tore my panties off, shoving them in his pocket.

I unbuttoned his slacks, finding myself extremely needy, I was desperate to get rid of his clothing. I’ve never wanted something in my mouth more than in this moment. He was glorious.

“Can I? Is this okay?” Michael asked, against my neck, I nodded eagerly wanting him to continue. “Baby, I need words.”

“Yes, I want this.”

My words ignited something in him and it was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Michael didn’t waste any time pushing through my entrance, feeling every inch of him made my entire body tingle. He paused for a moment, looking into my eyes full of desire, he continued, overwhelming pleasure spreading throughout my body.

“I love the way you look at me.” He whispered into my ear, lifting up my leg, resting it on his shoulder, pushing into me deeper. “I’ve wanted to feel you around me for so long.”

“Oh my—”

“I’ve wanted you so bad.”

“Michael!” I whimpered as he kept his steady pace, my core aching more with each passing second.

“Oh, the things I’ve dreamt of doing to you.”

“I’m so close.” As the words fell from my lips, the ache in my core was replaced with a strong wave of pleasure.

“Baby, you’re perfect.”

“Oh, Michael.” My head fell back as I fought to catch my breath. Michael didn’t halt his movements, causing my high to drag on, making me whimper his name profusely.

“I want to taste every inch of your body.” Michael spoke against my breasts as he covered me with wet kisses, the pounding into my sweet spot being amplified by the table repeatedly crashing into the wall. The pounding was accompanied by the cracking noises of the table, breaking furniture has never been so satisfying. Suddenly, we heard a loud voice along with footsteps, the intoxicating feeling of ecstasy was nowhere near wearing off. We choose to ignore our surroundings. We choose to live in the moment.

“Michael! It’s me. Where are you?” A female voice carried through the halls. Michael stepped back, quickly pulling his pants up, dragging me into a nearby room and shutting the door softly. He was visibly panicked as he tried to make himself look presentable. I began brushing my hair with my fingers, fixing my top and adjusting my skirt to cover my legs.

“I should go check on the baby.” I muttered, reaching for the doorknob, too embarrassed to look at him. Michael stopped me, taking me into his embrace and kissing me passionately.

“It’s not like that. I’m not seeing anyone. It’s my sister Latoya. I know that irritating voice anywhere.” He chuckled, leaning his forehead against mine he continued. “If I don’t go out there she will just keep screaming until she finds us. And, as much as I would love for her to meet you, maybe in the middle of our—.” He paused, clearly thinking of the right thing to say and how to avoid hurting my feelings.

“Quickie in the hallway?” I asked innocently, trying to lighten the mood.

“Well, that’s one way to put it. I was going to say, impromptu love making.”

“What a gentleman.”

“Only for you beautiful.” He left a lingering kiss on my forehead. “I really don’t want to, but I gotta see what my very annoying sister wants.”

“It’s okay.”

“Wait.” He shrugged off his button down shirt, leaving him in a tight white undershirt, goodness his chest is perfect. He draped his shirt over my shoulders, his hands traveling down the length of my back, squeezing my bum one last time. “Just so you don’t go on missing me too much.”

“Is that so, Mr. Jackson?”

“Well, I’ll definitely be missing you.” His breath causing my lips to tingle, needing to feel him again, I could feel through his pants just how much he wanted me too. The look in his eyes, making me want to tear his clothes off and pounce on him.

“Little brother!” The loud high-pitched voice was moving closer causing me to jump, Michael sent me an apologetic smile.

“Fine, go.” I playfully rolled my eyes. “Don’t be too long. Please.” I smirked, batting my eyelashes at him.

“Don’t look at me like that.” He gulped, his eyes growing wide. “I will gladly disown my whole family to avoid future interruptions.”

“No!” I laughed, pushing him towards the door. “Go see your sister.”

“We will be finishing this tonight.” He winked. “I am nowhere near done with you.”

Michael left the room, leaving me to overthink his last words. I regretted letting him leave, call me selfish, but I didn’t want to share him, especially, when I just got him. I could still feel the electricity from his touch.

“What happened? The floor is covered with broken glass! I heard loud pounding!” Latoya’s voice pierced through the door. I quickly covered my mouth to muffle my laughter. Michael was right about her voice.

“It’s none of your business!” I heard Michael say loudly. “Now, stop with the yelling I got a baby napping.”

I couldn’t wait for tonight. I couldn’t wait to feel Michael.

He was right.

I missed him so much already.

[whatisthatmae]

Someone New

“Someone New” || Avatar: TWOW

Synopsis: You and Rotxo have been courting each other for a while now. Tsireya notices this and gets jealous,but in secret Y/n and Rotxo have mated.

Warnings: Mentions of sex, jealousy, angst & fluff, secret relationship, a little Tsireya & Lo’ak at the end

Request: I'm a total sucker for torment, so i come to humbly ask for a part two on Tsireya and sully y/n, but i wanna see how thing's between the two go when their older and y/n reluctantly falls in love (genuinely in love at that, slightly more relaxed and less guarded and defensive compared to when others had tried courting them) with Roxto after a while of him courting them? Y/n is scared that their parent's might separate them from him like with what happened with Tsireya? Perhaps the pair become secret mates and it's later revealed?

A/n: Yes!! I’ve been planning on doing a part 2 but never knew how I wanted it. This was great idea, I appreciate it anon! Hopefully I did this nicely!! 💛 Even though I totally forgot the whole plot to the other 😛.

Rotxo x Metkayina! Reader | Taireya x Metkayina! Reader | Tsireya x Lo’ak

You and Rotxo were sitting together on the sand talking with one another. Then you heard laughter coming from afar, being as curious as you were you turned your head in the direction only yo quickly turn back to your mate.

Tsireya was coming near.

The two of you haven’t talked since the incident when you two split. It’s been almost a year since then. Over time you’ve tried to get over her but somehow failed.

But one day though, you’ve finally caught feelings for another. Rotxo. You were overjoyed that you’d be able to move on from your past love.

Your feelings towards Rotxo were very obvious to everyone, including Tsireya. To say she wasn’t happy about it would be an understatement.

She was furious. With herself and you. Had it been so long that you’ve finally gotten over her? Have you finally found another? Her heart started to crack but deep down she knew it was for the best.

For the both of you.

It hurt seeing you happy with someone else but she has to suck it up and pretend like she wasn’t hurting on the inside.

Meanwhile you and Rotxo has had a blast getting to know each other over time. Even to the point where you’ve started courting one another. Your parents never knew, you told him that you’d be devastated if the two of you got separated.

So he agreed to keep it between the two of you.

He always brought you gifts like seashell necklaces or pearl bracelets and you’d always accept them with a huge smile on your face. Tsireya saw this too. She was fuming with anger inside her but nonetheless she kept it to herself.

Your parents found you on their own, but they were overjoyed once you had found a potential mate! Very supportive of you and Rotxo.

You and Rotxo have been so close relationship wise that you both thought it was time to take it to the next level.

He brought you to the closest place to Eywa where every couple goes to mate.

It was beautiful, to the glowing tendrils & the night sky above you. It was perfect. “Rotxo, I love it here. Thank you for bringing me.”

The two of you were so close, so close that your noses were touching. “It’s my pleaser, my love.” The two of you looked into each other’s eyes before you closed the gap into a passionate kiss.

You both slowly started to descend on the rock beneath the both of you. You reached down to untie is loin cloth, but before doing that you looked up at him with curious eyes.

“Love, are you sure you want to do this with me?” He cupped your chin to tilt your head towards him. “I’d want to do anything with you, my love. It is okay.”

Then before you knew it, the both of you were bare before each other. Everything was so perfect. Down to the part where he was entering you and when you connected your Kuru’s to each other. That whole night was every thing you could imagine and more.

Somehow Tsireya over heard you that night. She was going to see Eywa until she heard the both of you. She was seething with anger as she went back to the island, storming off after that.

It was time for dinner with her family anyways, so she’s right on time. She went to dinner angry though, her mother asking her what was wrong but she shrugged it off. Saying it was from her having a bad training that day.

She went to bed angry too. It was horrible to think she could pray to Eywa for you to come back to her. Only to have mated with someone else before she could even get there.

You didn’t even have a proper mating ritual ceremony for crying out loud, so why were you mating? She didn’t know, she couldn’t think all that good at the moment with her tears flooding her vision every few seconds.

That night she cried herself to sleep.

You and Rotxo were no secret to anyone anymore after that. After you two made it official you almost told the whole village!

The only person you told the people to not tell was Tsireya. It would hurt your heart to tell her.

Hell, even her parents knew!

One day though, her parents were talking about hosting your and Rotxo’s mating ritual ceremony. She over Heard them that night too. When they heard a sob they turned their heads to the curtains to find a silhouette of their daughter out side walking off.

They groaned to themselves for letting it slip knowing their child was awake.

Tsireya knew she had to tell you how she felt about you still.

The next day she thought about confronting you about it telling you how she felt so she can get over you already.

You were in your Marui doing crafts when she came in. Her fuming with anger made you confused “What is wrong Tsireya? Has something happened?” “Yes, something has happened and I need to you tell me why!”

Her voice had a booming anger to it which frightened you. You’d never seen her get so angry like this. “Why did you and Rotxo mate last night? Why ____?” She had a pleading look on her face while you had a shocked one.

Her question was met with silence and she looked at you in disbelief. She started confessing her longing feelings for you afterwards, mentioning that she had to get them off her chest.

She wanted you to say something. She wanted you to come back to her, but she knew that couldn’t happen. “I am sorry Tsireya, but I have already chosen.” You we’re just as hurt as she was. Seeing her like this. She just looked at you and scoffed, walking out of your tent.

You started to tear up at her words, you didn’t know that she had felt that way about you still. But it was already too late.

She thought that to get her mind off the whole thing she would take a swim on her Ilu. It’s been almost an hour since then and she’s calmed down, feeling better.

She was playing with all the fish in the water when she heard something. There was a horn that caught her attention, so she got on her Ilu and went back to the village.

She came back to see her people surrounding what looks like newcomers. She swam off her Ilu and got off the water to take a closer look.

Then she saw a boy. With a darker blue skin tone and braided hair. Her heart couldn’t help but race at the sight of him. He caught her eye and looked back at her, then followed up by a short wave.

She giggled and turned her attention back to her people. Her eyes wandered around until she found you. She quickly looked away,seeing standing by Rotxo with your arm around his. You smacked his head when he had fun of the two boys in front of you with a glare.

Her father and the Olo’eyktan of the Omatikaya comes to terms that they will stay and learn their ways to not be failures.

Tonowari mentioned that Tsireya & Ao’nung would show them around with no take backs. “But father-“ “It has already been decided.” He had a firm tone to his voice when she said that.

Tsireya was more than happy to show them around and get a chance to talk to the boy she had her eyes on.

Maybe this’ll be her chance to find someone new. To have a new relationship with another just like you did.

That was the first time she met Lo’ak.

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[houseofpendragons]

New Ideas for HOTD Alicent Fashion pt.2

So technically the last one I did for Alicent was apart of a Rhaenyra one, but for continuity sake this is my second outfit redesign for a younger Queen Alicent Hightower.

The dress in question we’re changing is one that will be changed in both scenes it’s worn. One will be a new dress entirely but the other will be just mentally recreating it to look more like the concept art.

The scenes are the dismissal of her father as Hand & The confrontation between she and Rhaenyra about the rumor that had her father dismissed:

I actually love this❤️❤️❤️ it’s just missing a little something, so when comparing these two pics:

If you notice these look exactly the same, except the black is darker, perhaps a velvet, the gold embroidery is more in the form of a design and brighter. The necklace is also more regal looking, bigger than the ones we saw her wear in her girlhood as a noble Lady. Those are the things they should’ve kept for the design of the dress in this scene, she’d look more like an actual Targaryen royal of the time. No offense but the dress that made the cut is kinda bland in tone.

The hair as well, she went for a jeweled hairnet to back to her girlhood hairstyles, precisely why I wish they would’ve kept the braided jeweled crown. It makes her seem more mature (despite her not being but jewelry can be a mask just as much as makeup sometimes) and more royal. She could even still keep it in this half held up hairdo just with the jeweled braided crown/twist added into it:

And the last thing about it the to want to say, the cape would’ve been awesome to see and it would’ve fit the scene. It was raining and she had a man carrying an umbrella for her, I think she’d have that cool ass cape too. Again makes her look more regal, more queen like, more mature.

The next time she wears it that I’d like to change, when she confronted Rhaenyra. A tense scene.

However at this point in time is when she is the most conflicted between her marriage to her husband and her “duty” to her house. I feel she’d reflect that in a representation of both houses. More so red, almost as if adding green was an afterthought, bc I rather think it would be a last minute decision for Alicent to add a green sash or piece of fabric to her usually Targaryen adoption in appearance. A way to feel close to her father by wearing the colors of the house she was born from (just like I headcanon she wore blue as a child to feel close to her mother; Helena Cuy, look it up where I go on a whole rant).

That in mind, imagine something similar to this:

The green being held in place at her neck, Targaryen dragon scales but in gold (perhaps a subtle nod toward Sunfyre/Aegon), it comes to wrap around her waist like a belt, tied at one side the remainder of the green fabric falls free on her left side of her hips down side by side the red dress. Also from the neckline, a half cape of green coming to cover her right side, thin gold chains reaching out from the neckline to hide beneath the half cape.

The red dress underneath would suit the summer climate/warmer climate of the time in the Red Keep, it’s just the right shade of Targaryen red, not to mention the red dress isn’t what really makes the dress but really what is meant to catch ur eye is that she’s wearing green for the first time in a long time. It meant to be hinting at her internal battles. Ofc her cleavage wouldn’t be exposed as depicted so it’s have a higher neckline, perhaps some simple gold and/or black embroidery to enhance it a bit.

Her hair would be something else to consider, thinking back to how we want it to be more mature and queen like. So perhaps a head peace or a jeweled net?

A mixture of these two would suffice:

The first picture is my favorite one and the main inspo for how I’d have done her hair, the pearls, the way her hair is twisted at the top with her bun being kept nice and beautiful in a net. The only thing I’d add from the second photo is the gold lace around the edges of the net, as well as the braid surrounding that as a whole. I’d also take the bands and add them loosely to the bottom part of her hair left down.

As for jewelry, they could’ve taken inspo from actual royal jewels. Something like this for Alicent:

Like I said the look starting originally as her traditional Targaryen Queen attire, with her Hightower symbolism added as an afterthought. Some small pearls could be added between diamond to go more with the pearls in her hair (although I think I might see some pearls in there but I might be dumb).

As for the earrings they could be something like this:

Again incorporating pearls into them or straight up replacing the diamonds entirely.

It’s just Queenly. It’s appeasing to the eyes. And it’s what I expect people to design royal fashion as to look like in period/historical dramas when you’ve proven yourself not concerned with accuracy or if it is a style fantasy gown.

[detectivestucks]

A Jealous Hokage XII

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Kakashi x F!Reader x Obito

Summery: You have a second fight with Kakashi shortly before you are attacked by Aoto. Kakashi finally give you what you want.

Warnings: NSFW, fingering, unprotected penetration, violence, Sexual Assault (please begin chapter after the green stars if this triggers you)

Word Count: 9.1k

Art Credit: @akirasukuna

Part 11 New here? Check out Part 1

A/N: It's finally here! Sorry it took so long to write! There were several plot choices I mulled over. I also wanted to post both 12 and 13 close together but since they're both crazy long, it took forever 😅

You came to work on Monday with an uneasy aura around you. Shiho was glad that you weren’t gone but it wasn’t the same. She missed the old you. She looked out the corner of her eye, stealing glances of you fuming at your desk. You slam your palms down on the wood and look up, startling her. 

“I’ve had enough of this.”

You scoot your chair back and leave your office, headed to the Hokage. On your way there you come across Aoto. You glare at him before looking down and slipping by.

“Hold on there, gorgeous.”

He reaches out and grabs onto your hips as you walk past.

“Don’t touch me!”

You whip around and slap your palm into his face. He staggers back rubbing his cheek growling at you. 

“Oh you’re going to regret that ‘Angel’”

“Doubt it.”

You sneer at him. You were already in a foul mood. You look at him with a fever in your eyes daring him to come at you again. You were itching to kick someone's ass. If it couldn’t be Kakashi then Aoto’s cocky mouth would make a fantastic substitute. He looks at you up and down with a mix of hunger and anger. You watch as his mind calculates his next move and he ultimately decides to move on. 

You stare at his retreating figure as he leaves and rounds the corner before you finally turn back around and continue towards Kakashi’s office. Now toe to toe with the double doors, you pause. Once more taking a deep breath, you allow yourself to calm down before you twist the handle. 

Stepping inside, you see Kakashi sitting behind his desk like always. However, he looked his most disheveled yet. It seemed all your relationship did anymore was bring both of you pain. You were no longer happy and in love. You were miserable and falling apart. His hair was in his face, his headband, normally centered on his forehead, was on the floor by his chair. You weren’t even sure if he showered. He seemed muskier than normal, the smell of his shampoo and cologne long faded away. But when he saw your presence he sat up straight. Nothing but longing in his eyes. He felt sorry for snapping at you but he couldn’t stand the idea of you risking your life. It hurts you to see him like this. You felt your chest tighten and your hands shake. You loved him. You loved him so much it hurt, but everything you had been through recently pushes to the front of your mind.

“Kakashi, I’d like to revisit my request to rejoin the field.”

“Stop.”

“Kakashi-”

“No.”

“But-”

“No. We’re not doing this again.”

“Lord Sixth, please…” you look back up at him pleading. A tear starts to leak out of your eye. “Just allow me to be far away from this place. From these people. From all the events that hurt me recently.” A tear slips from Kakashi’s eye too. He rounds his desk and reaches for you, pulling you into his chest and holding you close to him.

“I can’t allow you to do that.”

“Kashi please, it’s thanks to you that I’m in this mess.”

His fingers tighten

“How many times have you asked me how you can fix this? This is how! Let me go!”

The pieces of his heart felt like they were shattering and being ground into sand. “I can’t” he says, defeated with tears welling in his eyes. He pulls you into him closer, the salty pearls spilling past his lash line. But you push him away, breaking the embrace.

You turn on your heel and leave his office heading straight towards the bathroom. You were hyperventilating. Yes, your feelings for Obito have grown over these past few weeks. Yes, you had thought about leaving Kakashi for him. But your feelings for Obito were nothing compared to your feelings for Kakashi. The intensity to which your heart ached for him. Every time you’re apart and you see him again it hurts your entire body. You felt crushed. You could barely breathe. You were gasping for air, tears pouring down your face. You missed him. You loved him. You wanted life to go back to how it was. You were so mad at him for doing this to you but you couldn’t help and bawl over the fact that he was suffering too. Your head was swimming. You went to stagger over to the paper towels to wipe your face but your feet couldn’t move.

Your feet couldn’t move…

You blink a few times before your eyes dart up. There was a man in the bathroom with you. His face was familiar but who was he? Pulse quickening, your mind struggles to put it together before clarity hits. He was one of the men standing behind Aoto in the lunchroom.

“What do you want?” you scoff.

“You’re awfully mouthy for a cry baby.”

 “That’s a lot of tough talk from a guy standing in the women’s room. Why don’t you come closer and see how much of a cry baby I am?”

Your emotions were a roller coaster and you welcomed anyone who’d come along and challenge you right now. “Let’s see how much of a man you are once I’m done with you.”

The man scoffs, “Some shinobi you are, you didn’t even realize you were being followed.” 

He had a sick cocky grin on his face and you found it infuriating. It was true, you had been too overcome with emotion to realize he had followed you in here but you could still kick his ass.

“Why don’t you release this tedious jutsu and fight me shinobi to shinobi.”

“Stupid little bitch. Using ninjutsu is part of fighting like a shinobi.”

“Fine, if that’s how you feel.” 

The corner of your mouth tugs up as you look up at him through furrowed brows, hands weaving into mind transfer jutsu. You entered the shinobi’s consciousness and watched your body fall in front of the sink. As soon as you made your way inside his brain you released the pesky jutsu that had glued your feet to the floor. You were about to return to your own body so you could choke out this creep when you hear another voice behind you. 

“Good job, Aoi. She’ll be more cooperative like this.”

You turn around and see two more men approach, the voice in question belonging to Aoto. Your possessed assailant's face twists into a look of disgust as you react to seeing who was behind the bathroom confrontation. 

“Aoi, what’s wrong with your face?”

Using Aoi’s body, you attack Aoto.

“Aoi, what the hell are you doing?!” He shouts. 

You follow Obito’s training to the letter. Taking on both men at once. Using the fact that they were afraid to use full force on their friend to your advantage. You channel Aoi’s chakura in his fist and swing on Aoto.

“Seriously, what’s wrong with you!”

You didn’t answer, you just kept hurling their friend’s knuckles at them, sweeping their legs and protecting your real body from their ill intents. They made you sick and as you fight you could hear Aoi’s consciousness shouting at you. He was angry at ‘the bitch who took control of his body.’ but you were more angry at the perv who agreed to attack you three on one.

“Aoto, I don’t think that’s Aoi!” says the third man

“What do you mean?! Of course it’s Aoi!”

“No, isn’t this girl a member of the Yamanaka clan?” 

Fuck, they’re figuring it out.

“Yeah, so?”

“So all we have to do is go for her body and Aoi will be released.”

Shit.

The two men disengage and lunge towards your real body. Quickly, you return to your body just in time to escape from the third attacker’s clutches. All three jonin jump on you. You fend them off, trying to make your way towards the exit. Kicking, punching, and even channeling chakra into your face to head butt your way through them. You’d be proud of yourself for being a chunin who could hold her own against three jonin if you weren’t so terrified of the outcome if you didn’t. The thought completes just as you feel it again. Aoi restrains you once more by freezing your feet to the floor. 

You panic as the men close in. You shout the only word that flashed into your mind. 

“KASHI!!”

“Aww, you calling your boyfriend to come save you?”

“KAKASHI! HEL-”

A hand wraps over your mouth. “Be quiet, slut. It’ll be better for you if you just accept your fate.”

You bite his hand as you grab his wrist and elbow, using your face as leverage to fracture his arm. Even if it’s not a full blown break, you hurt him pretty good. Your feet might be useless but you can still fight.

“BITCH!”

He makes to punch you in the eye with his other arm when Aoto stops him.

“Not the face! I want to keep her pretty.” 

Aoto eyes you hungrily while the unknown third man punches you in the gut. You almost throw up from the blow coughing and spitting as you clutch your abdomen.

“Just you fucking wait for when it’s my turn.”

Your already aching stomach twists as you process the implication of his words. Oh gods, please let Kakashi have heard me.

“Well, well, well, is someone having trouble in paradise? Coming to the bathroom in tears I see. Looks like you’re in need of some comfort.” Aoto says, striding towards your trapped body, staying just beyond your reach. You were wild with rage and fear. “I’d love to get a taste of how the hokage’s favorite pussy feels wrapped around my cock. You want that too, don’t you pretty girl?”

“Go to hell!” You spit in his face but internally you're panicking. Oh gods, please let someone walk in, anyone!

You go to weave more hand signs, you need to use mind confusion and get yourself free but then your arms are restrained behind you. Aoto’s bravery reaches full height and he strides all the way up to you, pushing his body against yours. The strained erection hiding in his pants can be felt against your hip. Hot tears start to run down your cheeks, realizing you were trapped. No one was coming to help you. This was actually going to happen.

“Don’t cry, baby, you’re gonna hurt my  feelings.”

He starts grinding his hardened member into your leg as he begins to run his hands up and down your body. Goosebumps erupt on your skin, spreading all over, terrified of his touch.

“You’re a bad little girl, using your pussy to manipulate our Hokage. It’s almost treacherous.”

His friends laugh as they watch you.

“Don’t worry baby girl, I won’t say anything to the black ops, just as long as you give each of us a turn.”

His right hand finds the button of your pants and he undoes it.

–

Kakashi sat in his office feeling beside himself. You were trying to leave him. You were throwing yourself in the arms of danger, trying to get yourself killed. Had he caused you that much misery? Had your comrades hurt you that bad? 

He stood up. He had to find you, beg for you to stay and drop this nonsense of becoming active duty once and for all. You were everything to him and he couldn’t lose you. 

“Kashi!!”

He heard it faint as a whisper. Was it the ghost of your relationship haunting him? 

“Kakashi hel-”

No, that was real. Something was wrong. He bit his thumb before slamming his palm to the floor. A pack of dogs appeared before him. 

“Find her.”

They immediately understood and dispersed.

Soon he heard howling coming from the women’s bathroom. He ran in to see Pakkun biting Aoto’s leg. His eyes met yours. He saw your unbuttoned pants, tear stained cheeks, and the bruising fractured arm of the man restraining you from behind. The rest of his hounds gathered at the entrance of the bathroom, growling at the three Jonin, waiting for the order to attack. Kakashi’s body began radiating chakra and purple sparks of lightning. Thick and menacing, you had never sensed anything like it before. It was pure hatred. 

The men attacking you lost their predatory smiles. Looks of fear soon taking their place. In an instant Kakashi whipped six kunai out of his pocket and threw all of them at once. Each blade cut the tendons in their shoulders causing their arms to fall limp at their sides. The restraining pressure of the jutsu release and your feet were free. You ran towards Kakashi who pushed you behind him. As you stumbled backwards some of his dogs moved in front of you, continuing to bare their teeth at the men.

Kakashi first rounded on Aoi and the unknown man whose arm you fractured. He punched each of them in the face so hard they both fell to the ground. You wondered if they were dead as you watched their bodies limply crash onto the floor. 

Aoto could be heard whimpering as he backed towards the corner. He knew he was next. Petrified at the realization of how helpless he was, unable to fight without use of his arms. He couldn’t so much as weave hand signs to protect himself. Kakashi’s wrath now turned towards him.

“You dare to touch her.”

“This is all a misunderstanding, my Lord.”

Kakashi grabbed his arm and broke it over his knee. Aoto hollered in pain. 

“You dared to TOUCH HER!” 

Aoto was quaking in fear. One broken arm wasn’t enough to quench Kakashi’s anger. He reached for Aoto’s other arm and broke that one over his knee in the same manner. The screams were enough to curdle your blood as you saw how the bone punctured through his skin. You watched the scene unfold, horrified, watching the crimson liquid drip onto the tile below. Kakashi’s dogs moved forward, grabbing the two unconscious shinobi and dragging them out of the bathroom, presumably headed towards the hospital. 

“Y/N!” 

You jumped at the way Kakashi shouted your name. “Which hand did he use to unbutton your pants?”

“Kashi-”

“WHICH HAND!”

“Th-the right one.” you whispered, terrified.

Kakashi kicked Aoto to the ground and grabbed his right hand, proceeding to break each and every one of his fingers. Some of the digits were snapped backwards, some to the side, but all of them displaced into unnatural positions. The sound of the shattering bone sent tremors down your spine. The man was reduced to a puddle of hysterics, shamefully begging and pleading for Kakashi to stop. You see him move to rip off Aoto’s fingernails when you speak up. 

“Kakashi! He-he’s had enough” you half heartedly cry.

It’s true, he was scum and he deserved this. Aoto surely wouldn’t have shown you any mercy had Kakashi not come and rescued you when he did but you couldn’t stand seeing him behave like this. It was breaking your heart to see him so cruel.

Aoto is sobbing as he looks down at his mutilated hand. Blood soaking his clothes, shattered bone poking through the skin and slicing blood vessels. Kakashi kneels behind Aoto and wraps his arm around your attacker’s neck. Aoto’s bloodshot eyes stare up at you, pleading for his life. You stare back at him with a mix of disgust and horror.

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kill you.” Kakashi snarled, choking the life out of the man.

“I-sor-ry” the man gasped under Kakashi’s grip. 

His face turned blue and he passed out from hypoxia. 

Your knees became jelly at the sight and you fall to the floor. Kakashi runs over to catch you in his arms. He redoes the button of your pants and scoops you up, carrying you to his office. You bury your face in his neck. Your eyes briefly look up over his shoulder at the scene behind you. The largest of his dogs pulled Aoto out of the bathroom by the cloth of his shirt and dragged him in the direction of the hospital wing. Tears continuously seep out of your eyes, soaking his vest as your fingers clutch him, clinging to him for safety. 

*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*

When he reaches his office he walks all the way to his chair and sits down with you balled up in his lap. The tears continue to flow as he starts to rock you. He didn’t care if he had to sit there with you for a week. He’d hold you the rest of his life if it meant he could bring you comfort. 

He felt like it was his fault. He put a target on your back. Aoto would've never touched you if it weren’t for him. The guilt of everything, the job, the fangirls, the gossip, this…it was too much and he snapped.

“I’m sorry Angel. I’m so sorry.” He began to cry. “Everything's my fault. It’s all my fault.”

He continued to rock you.

“I’ll let you go. If it keeps you safe. If it makes you happy to go back into the field, I’m done standing in your way.” He was sobbing into you while you cling onto him for dear life. 

At that moment you didn’t want to be anywhere else. Just in his arms…always in his arms.

“Kashi, thank you...” You bury into him more, tears still spilling out of your eyes.

“I love you Y/N”

“I love you too.”

Your arms clamor their way around his neck. Squeezing him in your desperate attempt at comfort.

“Good cause I won’t leave your side…ever.”

You feel the butterflies erupt in your stomach as goosebumps simultaneously wash over your skin. 

“Let’s go home.” He whispers

“Okay”

The two of you silently exit the building holding hands, making your way to his house. You kept your heads down to avoid all the shocked stares. All the gawking faces. All the whispers. Both of you walked away with red puffy eyes to a secluded corner of the world where only you and Kakashi existed. As soon as you’re through the door Kakashi brushes your cheek.

“You must be exhausted, my Angel. Let’s get you to bed.”

He was right, though it was just after noon, you were exhausted. The fight, the fear, the horrible screams, all of it drained you. It was a sobering morning and it felt like you hadn’t slept in a week. He guides you over to his bed and pulls back the covers for you. 

You slip in between the cool gray sheets. Him following behind. His arms clung around you, rubbing circles on your back as he pressed his face against your cheek. His musky scent and the remnants of his laundry detergent on his clothes fill your nostrils. The comforting scent centering you and making you feel at home. You slip into a deep sleep before your mind can relive the events of the day and you sleep through the entire afternoon, evening, and night. Not waking till the next morning. 

You stir in Kakashi’s arms. He hasn’t let go of you since he carried you from the bathroom. 

“How are you feeling?”

You hear his soothing voice crystal clear. There wasn’t even a drop of grogginess to be heard. Clearly he had been awake for hours but refused to let you go or leave your side. You tuck your head back into his chest before you whisper back.

“I’m okay.”

He tightens his arms around you.

“There may be questions about the events of yesterday. You don’t have to say anything.”

“I know.”

“I’ll handle all of it. Just stay in your office with Shiho and I’ll send Obito to guard you in case anyone is thinking of seeking revenge.”

He may still be furious with Obito for sneaking around behind his back and training you but he can always count on Obito to keep you safe. You felt he was going a bit overboard by enlisting Obito as a body guard. You were sure no one would dare seek revenge after seeing Aoto’s hand but it was comforting to you and anyways, you just wanted to keep listening to his voice. 

“After I get all of yesterday’s business handled I’ll begin working on your field assignment.”

A wave of relief washed over you. You should be shaken and traumatized but hearing those words brought you peace. You’d be leaving the village. You’d be able to leave all this behind. You’d go deal with problems that can be solved by stabbing and punching your way through them. You silently hug Kakashi and he kisses the top of your head. 

You go to get out of bed and get ready for the day, though it was proving a bit difficult since Kakashi refused to let you go. He insisted on keeping some point of contact with you the entire time. In the shower he washed you. When you were done, he dried you off with your towel. He kept an arm around your waist while the both of you brushed your teeth. He rested his hands on your shoulders while you did your hair. Even when you were changing into your clothes, he held your hand the entire time. His insistence to not let go of you made it hard to pull the fabric over your body.

You felt that the events of yesterday must have scared Kakashi just as much as you. You wonder what went through his mind when he found you in the state you were in but you quickly push the thought out of your mind, not ready to address your feelings about the incident. You instead choose to focus on the present. You lifted Kakashi’s hand to your lips before looking up at his worried face. 

“You sure you’re okay?”

You silently nod. He purses his lips but doesn’t push the topic further. Instead Kakashi walks you to headquarters where there are several members of the police force, the medical team, the elders, and the Anbu waiting for him. 

“Kakashi what the hell happened yesterday?! And where have you been!” Homura demanded.

“I’ll answer your questions in a moment, Lord Homura.” 

Kakashi turned to his Anbu guards, “I need you to fetch Obito and have him go directly to Y/N’s office.” he then pivots to a second guard, “And I need you to stay with her the entire day. Do not leave her side.”

“Kashi, I’ll be fine. I don’t need a bodyguard.”

The severe look he gives you tells you to shut it and just accept the protection. It wasn’t for you, it was for Kakashi’s own peace of mind.

“I’ll come get you later.”

“Okay, I’ll see you then.”

He gives you a long hug before releasing you and turning to the room full of expectant officials waiting for an explanation. You leave Kakashi and head straight to your office just as he asked you to do. The Anbu officer at your side still lost as to what happened, having no clue what got him reassigned to guarding you and only able to jump to conclusions. 

You make it to your office and see Shiho rush to you, enveloping you in a tight embrace. 

“What the hell happened yesterday?! You never came back and when I went to find you, the women’s bathroom had become a crime scene. You and Kakashi were missing…” She started to sniffle, “The entire building was buzzing with gossip… I was so scared.”

You hug her back and hear Obito enter the room. He must have used Kamui to get to you as fast as he did.

“Princess!”

You turn but his arms are around you before you can fully face him. 

“Why the fuck did three unconscious jonin get dragged to the hospital yesterday by Kakashi’s hounds?”

You go to answer him, opening your mouth. You see the Anbu soldier look at you with interest out of the corner of your eye. Shiho stares at you expectantly, but you can’t make the words leave your lips. They simply sit on the tip of your tongue. Your eyes dart back and forth between Obito and Shiho, mouth agape before tears spill out. The two of them return to hugging you, letting you cry in their arms.

“I’m sorry. I’m not ready to talk about it.”

“That’s fine. I’ll find out from Kakashi later.” he says as he holds you. His strong arms envelop you and make you feel calm and safe. His hugs always made you feel better.

Once you calm down you go to your desk. You sit down and sift through the paperwork that was deposited there in your absence. Even though you were leaving for the field, you decided to start reading the assignments and work on them. Who knew how long Kakashi was going to be held up explaining his attack on the three men. Plus neither of you had any clue if they regained consciousness and what tale they spun to the confused medical team treating their wounds. The good news is that you had a lunchroom full of people who have witnessed how Aoto would speak to you, and Kakashi’s hounds were summoning animals who could talk so they would be able to corroborate what happened. 

You sit up straight and close your eyes taking a deep soothing breath. You felt that Obito and the Anbu guard should at least have a clue why they were with you and know who to guard you from. Timidly, you spoke out into the silent room.

“Aoto…Aoto and his friends attacked me in the bathroom yesterday.”

You open your eyes and see Obito’s face. It held the same horrifying severe glare that Kakashi wore when he found you. 

“Attacked you how?” He asks through clenched teeth.

You swallow and his suspicions are confirmed.

“Why are they still breathing?” he whispers with rage

“Obito, don’t.” you panic, starting to fear he’d act the same terrifying way that Kakashi had.

“They should be banished from the village!”

“I’m sure they’ll be arrested and dealt with, Obito. Kakashi will follow the proper steps.” Shiho interjected, seeing the look on your face. 

She could tell there was more. Something about how Kakashi saved you yesterday must have scared you. Seeing Obito’s features bear the same look appeared to be frightening you. 

“Y/N, are you okay?”

You look down and shake your head side to side. Your eyes look back up at Shiho. “Kakashi…what he did… the way Aoto screamed…” you fell silent.

“What did he do?”

Obito chimes in, already knowing the answer. “According to the nurses all five fingers on the guy's right hand were broken along with both his arms. The tendons in his shoulders were sliced, one fingernail is missing, and he was choked till he was unconscious.”

Shiho looked horrified as the smile on Obito’s face grew. “Serves the piece of shit right.”

Shiho looks back at you. “And you saw him do this?”

“...He asked me which hand touched me.”

She gasps.

The Anbu officer posted by the door can be heard whispering, “Damn”

“I don’t want to talk about it any more.”

“Of course.”

You go back to reading the assignments on your desk in silence. Quiet tears beginning to dampen your cheeks.

*************************************************

Meanwhile in the Hokage’s office Kakashi was busy making arrangements for the arrest and trials of the three jonin involved in yesterday’s incident. The nursing staff who had been treating the men seemed uneasy in Kakashi’s presence. The calm, put together man in front of them was responsible for the horrific mangled state of Aoto. It truly frightened them. It was no secret that there was a time when Kakashi was deemed ‘cold blooded’ but those times were well over a decade ago. The reminder of the person he could become chilled everyone in the room. 

Once the group had been dismissed, Kakashi sat down to work on your reassignment. He wasn’t sure which team to put you with. There were no gaps that needed filling. All teams were full and you weren’t skilled enough to be promoted to a position like Jonin leader or Anbu. You were a Chunin when you were last in the field. Admittedly you seemed stronger than last time around but not enough to grant you a promotion. 

Maybe he could partner you with one of his most trusted Jonin who led individual missions. Sasuke would be ideal. He was scouting the earth looking for intel on the Otsutsuki clan amongst ancient ruins. Your skills would be exceedingly useful. But Sasuke’s missions were some of the most dangerous in the five great nations. If he were to run into a member of the god-like clan, Sasuke would narrowly escape with his own life, let alone protecting yours. 

Kakashi’s thoughts are interrupted when he hears a knock at the door and looks up to see Obito enter.

“My orders were for you to stay with her the entire day. Why isn’t she with you?”

“She asked me to leave.”

“Why would she do that?”

“Something about my face looking too much like yours.”

“What’d she mean by th-”

“Apparently we have the same homicidal face when we want to protect her.”

Kakashi swallowed.

“I didn’t realize I scared her that much.”

“She’s got the Anbu guard with her. She’ll be fine. How’s it going in here?”

“I’m trying to figure out how to get her out of the village as fast as possible.”

Obito perked up. “You’re going to let her rejoin the field?”

“I don’t know who to pair her with.”

“Why not me?”

“You’re kidding, right?” Kakashi glares up at Obito through furrowed brows.

“Clearly you trust me to protect her. You assigned me to guard her today.”

“In public where there are witnesses. You’re not stupid enough to make a move on her surrounded by comrades.”

Obito clenched his jaw ignoring Kakashi’s insult. “Of everyone at your disposal you know I won’t let anything happen to her. I’d protect her with my life.”

“And invite yourself inside her sleeping mat that very night. Not happening.”

“What, you don’t trust her? Is your relationship that fragile that you’re threatened by me?”

Now it was Kakashi’s turn to ignore his friend. “I’m thinking Naruto’s missions.”

“Why not Sasuke? At least his missions apply to her skill set.”

“I’ve already thought about that. I’m not going to risk her going up against the Otsutsuki.”

“Fair point”

“Naruto’s just as strong.”

“And an idiot”

“-And loyal. He wouldn’t let anything happen to her. He’ll keep her safe”

“I wouldn’t let anything happen to her either. If she were in danger I can pull her into my void.”

“No.”

“Kakashi-”

“No Obito! She will be paired with Naruto. Accept it. I’m not letting my girlfriend be alone with you in the woods for weeks at a time!”

Obito was furious. Yes he’d love to have that kind of time with you but it wasn’t about that. He didn’t feel comfortable letting you out of his sights. Especially not after what happened to you yesterday. He wasn’t there to protect you. He didn’t do a good enough job training you. The thought of you facing danger without him by your side to protect you was more than his fragile emotions could handle.

“Fine.” Obito turns to leave before he says anything he might regret.

“Report back tonight. You have your next mission in the morning.” Kakashi barks after Obito’s retreating figure. 

“Got it.” he grumbles harshly as he storms away. 

*************************************************

Kakashi summons Naruto to his office to brief him on the situation. 

“You got it Kakashi-sensei. I won’t let anything happen to her.”

“Thank you Naruto. Please wait here while I go get her.”

–

Your eyes widen with excitement as you hear the Anbu agent at your office door address his Hokage. Kakashi steps through the threshold to your expectant gaze. Dilated pupils, staring at him with puppy-like wonder. It melted his heart to see you so excited. 

He sat down on the corner of your desk. 

“Wanna come meet your new captain?”

You nodded eagerly.

The softest smile appeared under Kakashi’s mask, his eyes soaking in your happiness. It was the happiest he’d seen you since the gala. He grabbed your hand and led you to his office. The Anbu bodyguard following behind. When you enter through the oak doors of the familiar office you see the young blonde hero waiting for you.

“Naruto?”

“Yes, an exceptionally skilled ninja assigned to special rank missions. You have the same level of security clearance and will be assisting him on intel gathering and international relations.”

“I wasn’t aware you had your own unit.”

“He doesn’t. You will be a two man squadron.”

You felt a mix of emotions. You were excited by the classified missions you’d get to go on. It certainly was in your wheelhouse and similar to what you were doing here at headquarters but you also know the arrangement was Kakashi being over protective and assigning you a babysitter. …A babysitter many years younger than you at that. He was the same age as your little cousin though, he was extraordinarily powerful so you couldn’t complain.

“Pleased to officially meet you.” Naruto says with an outstretched hand.

“Likewise.” you say as you shake it.

It wasn’t really the first time you’d met. You had held intel briefings for the boy before but you worked much more closely with Shikamaru and Sasuke than you ever did with him. He seemed kind and warm; very different from his friends. You looked forward to spending time with him. 

“Most of Naruto’s missions are to act as an ambassador for the Leaf. He is a well respected and liked figure so other nations are more willing to cooperate when we send him to their villages. Your presence during these visits will allow our negotiations to include swapping intel. You will look at any transcriptions they have on site, that way they don’t have to transport documents to our village. It will be a far more efficient use of our time.”

“So I’m a bargaining chip. My translation abilities for their cooperation.”

“Yes, you may be going on missions again but your mind is still one of the Leaf’s most valuable assets.”

You press your lips together but understand where Kakashi is coming from. You had been requested by several Kage to visit their villages to aid in intel efforts. Of course Kakashi would use this to the Leaf’s advantage the moment you offered yourself on a silver platter. It wasn’t quite what you had envisioned but you were happy nonetheless. 

You give him a nod of understanding.

“I’ll send word to the Tsuchikage. I believe they have been the most anxious to work with you out of the bunch. I’ll summon you both once I hear back. You’re dismissed.”

Both Naruto and you bow before turning to leave. A huge smile stretched across your face. Kakashi’s genius once more impresses you. It was a well thought out idea. It almost amazed you he didn’t think of it sooner. Or, perhaps he did think of it sooner but refused to indulge in such an idea so as to not have you leave his protection. A small chuckle left your lips. It was probably the latter. 

The Anbu that had been assigned to you turned his head. “What is it ma’am?”

“Just Kakashi.”

He gives you a questioning look.

“Do you think he came up with my mission today?”

“Didn’t he?”

You shake your head.

“I bet he had this idea his first week in office.”

“How did he know you’d plan to go back out on missions? I thought you had your sights set on department head back then.”

“I did. I don’t think he ever anticipated this, but he’d tell me how the other Kage would ask to borrow me. He probably refused them until now.”

You smile and continue to your office.

–

Shiho’s face lights up with excitement upon your return. 

“How’d it go?”

“I’ll be working with Naruto.”

“Oh wow! How dangerous are these missions going to be?!”

“They’re not. I basically have a way over qualified babysitter while Kakashi barters my skills for international cooperation.”

Shiho chuckles. “I guess it was stupid of me to think for even a second he’d put you in any real danger.”

“Stupid indeed.”

Her face falls for a moment. “I’m gonna miss you.” She sighs as she rests her head in her hand. “I don’t want a new officemate.”

You stretch your lips into a half hearted smile. “I mean if everything had gone according to the original plan I wouldn’t have stayed your officemate anyways.”

“I know,” she says looking down and to the side. “But I’d still see you all the time. Now instead of being down the hall you’ll be across the world.”

“Hey, I’ll still visit.”

She looks up at you with a slightly annoyed smile. “It’s not the same and you know it.”

“I know.”

“Do you know when you leave?”

“Not yet.”

A light knocking interrupts the conversation.

“Excuse me Shiho, may I borrow Y/N?”

“Of course Lord Sixth.”

Kakashi’s eyes pan over to you. 

“Care to walk with me?”

You smile and stand up. You stretch out your hand and he takes it in his, guiding you out into the hallway and towards the archives. In your early days the two of you spent a great deal of time sneaking around the vacant library. No one ever went in there. Only you and Sasuke ever seemed to be interested in the dusty abandoned shelves of the large intelligence wing of headquarters. And, to your great fortune, Sasuke was rarely in the village. 

“Please stay posted at the door” he asks of your bodyguard.

“How long can I expect to have him follow me around?”

“Till I feel you are safe.”

You want to point out what a waste of resources it is and that the guy probably wants to be out doing real missions instead of watching the Hokage’s girlfriend but you maintain your silence and instead focus on Kakashi.

The two of you wander between aisles of bookcases, the fingers of your free hand gliding over the numerals as your eyes gloss over some of the titles. 

“What did you want to talk to me about?”

“You have to be aware how hard this is on me.”

“...I am.”

“You were just attacked yesterday and now I’m letting you out of the village. You’ll be somewhere I can’t rescue you. It’s…putting me on edge.”

“I thought that’s why you’re making Naruto babysit me.”

This comment is met with stony silence. 

“Kakashi, Obito can always teleport to me if I’m in any real danger.”

His lips push together in a thin line, a hint of anger flashing across his face.

“Which also means he can teleport you to me if you need to get to me quickly.”

He pulls you into a hug, cradling your head with his hand.

“I know he trained you but when you get back I’d like to train you myself.”

“When I get back? Did you already get a response?”

He releases the hug and returns to just holding your hand.

“No, but I just so happened to get a raven from the Sand requesting your assistance. I’ll be sending you to them first and by the time you get back we’ll have a response from the Stone.”

“Oh. That was fast.”

He squeezes your hand. “Yeah, I wasn’t expecting to send you off so soon but I think it might be best to have you out of the village till the dust settles with this Aoto business. Even if it’s hard to let you out of my sight right now.”

“Kashi…”

You stop and lift your head to face him fully, your thumb brushing his cheek. The look of pining consuming his features pulls you in. Your gaze falls to his covered mouth, your finger hooks the cloth of his mask, pulling it down and crashing your lips into his just like you did the first time you kissed here in these very archives. 

His arms wrap around you, holding you with all the care in the world. Your hands slide up into his hair, pulling his face into yours. 

In your haste you accidentally fall into the shelves, pulling him with you. The two of you giggle as you displace stacks of scrolls, knowing you’ll have to reorganize them before you leave. You push him up against the shelf pulling off his vest.

“You sure?” he asks

“Since when are you one to worry about sex at work?”

Admittedly the events of yesterday got him thinking and he didn’t want to be like this with you in public anymore. Not where a new assailant could be inspired and get the wrong idea about you.

“Kakashi, please?”

You weren’t used to being denied the chance to express your feelings for him. He nods his head and follows your lead, unable to say no to you. He lifted your shirt and brought his lips down the column of your neck, pressing tender kisses against the skin. You open the front of his pants but he doesn’t dare touch yours, so instead you take off your own. You step out of them and kick them over to the side to rest in a pile with both of your shirts. 

“Come on baby” you say, pulling him down to the floor to lay above you.

He tenderly brushes his hand down your side before running a circle over the flesh of your behind. Your nails trace the muscles of his shoulders and arms as you open your knees, granting Kakashi access between your legs. 

He understands and glides his hand over to your folds, running two fingers over the area before sinking them in. The pleasured moan you hum into his jaw fills him with euphoria. He begins to pump in and out of you, making sure to push into that sensitive spot only he knows about. 

Your nails dig into him, small crescents occasionally making his skin. 

Your lips suck at his neck. If you were going to be away from him, you wanted to mark him up so that he thought of you every time he took off his mask. Giving him the very same treatment he gave you. However each time he stroked you in just the right spot you had to take a break and catch your breath from how he stole it away.

A playful idea crosses your mind. You let your lips travel up to the only part of his neck that could be seen with his mask on, the skin behind his ear. His member twitches violently as your lips locked over the extremely sensitive skin. Grinding your pelvis up against him while sucking the area, drove him wild. 

When you pulled back to admire your work he lowered his mouth to begin to return the favor. Soon, he realized that you were going to be acting as a diplomat. You couldn’t arrive in other countries covered in hickies. He had to preserve your appearance. You giggle at the small huff he makes when he thinks through his options. 

Lowering his head he begins to suck on the soft tissue of your chest. None of your clothes would reveal love bites this low. These markings would be just for you when you changed. To remind you why you needed to get home safe. You kiss the top of he head between moans, the bruises making a tapestry across your skin. Your legs rub together, aching for him to be between them again. He was playing too much. You had needs.

“I know, Angel, I’m coming back.” he breathes into your skin

He gently licks each nipple before sitting up, kneeling himself between your legs and lining himself up with your slit. He rubs his shaft along your folds already dripping slick onto the floor. You see the precum pearling on his tip in the low lighting of the archives. Gazing at your face he sees your doe eyes drinking him in like you did that first night. It was like going all the way back to the start of your relationship. Back to the days when he was gentle with you. Terrified to hurt you, not realizing how much you enjoyed being tossed around. 

But not today. Today wasn’t about passion. Today was about sending a message. He wants you to know how much he loves you. Wants to tell you that you have to come back to him at all costs. Leaving the village comes with the implied promise that you would always come home to him. No matter what.

His tip sinks in, immediately caressed by your warmth. His groan was matched by your gasp. The stretch of him pushing in always took your breath away. A small whine is emitted by you and your hips wiggle with him buried inside. You want him to start stroking but he takes a moment to stare into your eyes. His fingertips lightly playing in your hair. 

Both of your hands come to each side of Kakashi’s face, pulling his lips towards yours as you roll your hips. He smiles and surrenders to your neediness. Beginning to rut into you, stroking into your adorable puffy pussy, giving it the attention you were begging for. Choked moans fill the air as he works in and out of you, his length massaging your gummy walls. 

Your hands slide from his cheeks back to his hair, pulling on his tresses lightly as you fall into pleasure. He punctuates each inward motion with a slight upward thrust that hits a sensitive spot making you mewl for him. His lips pressing chaste kisses against your cheeks. 

You whisper his name along with sweet nothings as you become lost in the moment. You were reconnecting, returning to the way things were. A much needed reset before you left his side for who knows how long. The thoughts of how he could spend the rest of his life like this return to his memory. The absolute bliss of your walls sucking him in clouds his mind. Grunts from his chest are breathed into your neck as his strokes begin to increase in speed. 

He cradles your head, pulling your chest close to his. You nuzzle into the curve of his neck just like how he was buried into yours. He hits a harsher pace when he lifts his face up. His weight shifting backwards as he looked down on you, his hands lightly gripping your hips as you lay splayed beneath him. He smiled down at you, admiring how your body looked each time his hips collided into yours.

He lifted your right leg and brought it over to lay on top of your left one. Gently taking you sideways. Your hands reached down looking for his. He grabs onto you, intertwining his fingers with yours. Pulling you into him through the hold. Your eyes locked upon each other. Unspoken love communicated with a single stare. 

The smile that stretches your lips swallows him whole. His strokes become harsh and purposeful. Each time aiming for that squishy spot deep inside you. The one that makes you see stars. His head lulls back as you constrict around him. 

“Yes Angel, that’s it.”

“Kakashi…”

He lets go of your hands to hold your body covetously. Pulling you down on him so he can hit your deepest parts. Your moans swell with your pleasure. “Yes Kakashi, right there”

He keeps plunging in. He adjusts your legs to his favorite position, one between his legs, the other over his shoulder. A position that allows him all the way in. 

“Oh fuck! Thank you Lord Sixth.”

He closes his eyes as they roll backwards. You always know what to say. He grinds into you, slowing the roll of his hips to savor the depth. You gasp and dig your nails into his shoulders. Your eyes watering under him, looking up at him waiting for him to reopen his own and see you pleading for him to make you both finish.

He takes a deep breath as you squeeze around him before he reopens his lids and finally sees the polite request you’re making with your gaze. He leans down and kisses your nose, acquiescing. 

He begins to pump faster. Building his speed with each forward snap of his hips. The ridge of his mushroom tip dragging along your velvet walls that suck him back into your cavern. You pant and feel out of breath as he plummets fore and aft. 

“Gonna cum…” you whisper, fingernails biting into him.

“Cum for me Angel. Cream around your Hokage’s cock.”

You nod your head and let yourself release, fully relaxing around him. He looks down to see the ring of your sweet fluids wrap around his base. 

“Oh fuck, Angel”

He feels how your walls flutter closed around him as you orgasm with him inside of you. He loses all ability to hold back and suddenly you feel hot ropes fill you up. He gently pumps his spend deeper inside of you aiming to keep it in there for the rest of the day. 

You lift your head to reach for his lips. He pushes his mouth into yours, slowly deepening the kiss as he grows soft inside of you. The two of you swirling your tongues together as you hum into each other’s mouths. You close the kiss by pulling back and giving him several pecks along his jaw and the corners of his mouth. 

“You realize I’m gonna spend the rest of the day worrying about this spilling out of me.”

“Opps.”

“Psh, you probably did that intentionally.”

He chuckles and shakes his head. The two of you sit up, your legs threaded around his waist as you sit between his knees. He wishes he could spend the rest of the day on the floor with you but he knows your sudden departure means there are plenty of intel projects that need to be redirected to other task managers on top of all the responsibilities he ignored yesterday. 

“We have a lot of work to do before you leave tomorrow.”

“I know…”

You sit with your foreheads resting against each other.

You close your eyes and focus on feeling him. Feeling his pulse, hearing his breathing, sensing his warmth between your legs.

“Should we get going?”

You take a deep breath. “...yeah”

You lean over and grab your clothes, beginning to put them on when you feel a glob of him slip out of your cunt. You make a face and Kakashi cracks up. 

“I knew you did it intentionally…”

“I didn’t but I can’t say I have any regrets.”

–

After reorganizing the scrolls you displaced, you meet up with your Anbu agent at the entrance of the archives. He eyes the two of you suspiciously, noting your flushed skin, messy hair, and the hearts etched into both of your eyes as you look at each other. You finish your work day and Kakashi picks you up at your office to walk you home, spending the night at your place before he has to say goodbye to you the next day.

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“Oh hey Obito.” Naruto greets as he enters the Hokage’s office. The early rays of the sun spilling through the window.

“Hey Naruto.”

“What are you doing here?”

“New mission. You?”

“Same.”

“With Y/N?”

“Yeah.” He scratches the back of his head knowing that Obito wished to be in his position. “You seen them?”

“They’re probably coming in together.”

“Oh yeah, that’d make sense.”

Just then you and Kakashi rush through the door. Kakashi strides over to his desk while you take your place by Naruto’s side.

“Good Morning!” You chipper

“Morning Y/N!” Naruto responds.

Obito however, is stunned into silence. He stares at you, soaking in the view of you in your uniform. You exude confidence in your Chunin vest layered over a fishnet undershirt. His eyes drop to the navy stretch pants covering your legs. His gaze lingering over the bandaging wrapped around your upper thigh to hold your knife holster in place. Your painted toenails poke out of your standard issue sandals and Obito feels his chest pang knowing he’s going to be thinking about this view his entire mission. It was truly cruel of Kakashi to brief both missions at the same time. He pulls his gaze away from you and towards Kakashi who is glaring at him disapprovingly. Obito feels guilty and drops his gaze. 

“Obito, you had time to go over the details last night?”

“Yes Lord Sixth.”

“Any questions before you head out?”

“If I run into any enemy nin?”

“Eliminate them quietly.”

“Understood.”

“You’re dismissed.”

Obito bows and turns to leave, giving you one last longing glance that you catch. You swallow as you register his meaningful look before fixing your gaze in front of you. 

“Y/N, Naruto, Gaara’s intelligence team has found three large stone tablets in ruins on the border of the nation. Apparently none of his translators know what they say but he thinks they could be connected to the actions of a band of rogue shinobi. You are to go to the capital and meet with his intelligence officers, then travel together to the location of the tablets.”

Both of you nod

“Naruto, she doesn’t leave your sight. She is never to be alone with anyone. Even if the Sand tells you it is classified information and asks you to leave the room, her safety always takes priority. Do you understand?”

“Understood Kakashi-sensei.”

Kakashi rounds his desk and grabs your hands. “Stay safe. Don’t do anything reckless.”

You blush and look down. “I won’t. I promise.”

“I love you.”

“Love you too”

Kakashi presses a long kiss to your lips. “See you in a few days.”

“See you in a few days.”

His fingers slip from yours as you pull away and walk out the door. Kakashi feels his heart drop watching you leave.

Naruto looks back over his shoulder and gives Kakashi a reassuring nod. The two exchange an unspoken conversation in just one look and understand each other before Naruto faces forward and lengthens his stride to catch up with you as you make your way to leave the village.

Part 13

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