#oc x reader fanfiction
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hi hi aurelia!! literally first time requesting this, but can i have a drabble with reo, rikurou, yuxing, xinyue, osamu, rosealine, solielin, emilianna and izana (separated) where their s/o’s love language is physical touch and they’re always touchy or clingy with them. like, they’d always touch hands or hugs or kiss, those kinds of things!! but yeah, that’s it, so if you do my request, then thank you <3
oc: Elentia Acurion, Shimizu family, MorningStar Court:-
. Reo, Rikurou, Yuxing, Xinyue, Osamu, Rosealine, Solielin, Emilianna, Izana X Reader
┚Summary: They say physical touch is one of the sweetest ways people initiate their love, and it's definitely true for you...Isn't it?
┚Fluff|| Established relationship|| warnings: || Headcanons, drabble?|| The MorningStars are only best friends with their usual S/O in this world|| Normal versions of OCs
┚Author's note: This is my love and I love doing my characters and thank you for choosing such a diversity of my OCs, I'm so happy to write this, love you Ely!!! Oh people of MorningStar court aren't married, you know the drill....Also you were in a long distance relationship with Xinyue..Scenarios may not be similar to the prompt or request, but I'm using this post as a way to practice my scenario writing! Could not write for Izana...sorry!
Pearl of love~
Reo Takahashi
┠ Reo is not one to kiss or hug in public, but he's quite affectionate in private..Though his main love languages are gift giving and acts of services...He is always willing to give and receive affection!!
┠ Reo did grew up deprived of love, affection and everything else...but after taking over the family business, having being reunited with his father, brother and sister, Reo started receiving affection by them on a more regular basis, though he still isn't VERY used to it!!
┠ Having a affectionate S/O was very much welcomed by him, he loves to have hugs, kisses, or simply hold hands!! He doesn't mind even in public, though kisses are a bit avoided in public due to well unspoken rules of LingDesu...He will definitely hug and hold your hand in public, so don't worry!!
┠ He's sometimes gets very flustered at affection and he'll be all giddy, which is quite funny seeing a 6'2 mafia boss shaking his legs like a little girl while squealing because you kissed his cheek or hugged him tightly...It's also very cute to say the least!!
┠ Reo has a routine when he is sure he will receive all your affection, whether it be during meetings, during nighttime, during early morning, during naps, during eating, during whatever you do! He will make sure he receives your love and he gives it all back twice the amount!!!
┠ He loves kisses, whether it be on his hand, his neck, his chest, his arms, his thighs, his bobas, his cheeks, his lips...he loves them, because he loves your lips and your kisses, he just always desperate to have them and wants to keep them all for himself!!
┠ Oh my god!! Is he a sucker for sleepy affection; in his opinion, it's the best when you're both tired, trying not to fall asleep as you kissed his lips and cheek and neck with desperation to stay awake to listen to him talk about his day, you didn't want him to feel ignore...IT's fine, go to sleep dear...Reo promises he's not sad you're not listening to him, quite the opposite actually,
┠ Reo just doesn't want to share his affection of yours with the world; he knows he's selfish but please, how can you deny your darling boyfriend? He's hurt and you won't even keep some affection locked up for him?....Please, just once again let him be selfish?
┠ Reo sighing as he looked through the meeting hoping to just zone out and wishing his brother or sister or father will take the responsibility...and if it wasn't for the ball of warmth on his lap, he would have surely just pushed his chair away and left the room, an hour ago, when the meeting had just started...
Sitting on his lap and scrolling through your phone while wearing headphones, so you don't trouble them..You kept your hand on his cheek as you kissed his lips on occasion when you felt like it... You were sometimes very quietly humming to a song, while Reo boredly bounced the leg you were setting your thighs on kind of to annoy you and because he likes the way you huff in annoyance at times, and then he would gently kiss you and ask you to handle it for a while because it's so horrible being in the meeting and you'd blush form his deep voice and go back to your phone...
Reo only set his face in your nape, kissing it as he listened and nod to whatever the other people were saying and even adding input wherever it was necessary as he hummed and kissed you after every time he was asked to put in input or asked for suggestion and after he was done speaking a little kiss was placed on your nape...
Soon the meeting was finally coming to an end, as everyone bowed and left, you and Reo also stood up and bowed before Reo flopped down on the seat again... Finally alone, you pulled one of the seats someone was previously sitting in and just as you were about to sit, you felt a hand pulling you into them as you again fell on Reo's lap and Reo only whined and shook his head whining like a child...
You sighed with a smile as you rubbed his head and kissed his cheek as he began ranting on how everything was stupid and how everyone is stupid except you and how everyone should die...all while you were kissing him in the middle and yet that didn't stop him from talking with you in the tiny kisses...
Rikurou Takahashi
☢ Rikurou is also a affectionate person, more passionate and more provocative one as compared to Reo that is...He will kiss you and even leave hickeys in public if he can get away with it...don't worry, I'm sure you won't even feel him, thinking he's only kissing..
☢ Rikurou's main love languge is also physical touch, but it's also giving hickeys in various forms...he once left hickeys on your stomach in the shape of 'R.T'....you had to hide at the training session and had to change at the last...it was quite embarrassing and you knew Rikurou was very much proud of it....
☢ Rikurou the moment enters the home expects you to be in his grip in a koala-type of hug, with your leg around his waist and you and him kissing...of-course he gets a bit cranky when it doesn't happen...but kiss him and he'll stop being his pissy self!!
☢ Rikurou finds physical affection by a trusted one to be the purest thing ever, he loves to kiss you and hug, find time to hold his sister's hand as she shops, pat his brother's head while his brother plays games or sleeps and cuddle with his father as they both sleep in the afternoons with everyone!
☢ Rikurou really likes to hold your hand and makes sure he's holding your hand literally all the time he can...during meetings he has you on his lap and no one can really say anything because despite not being the boss he's elder than Reo and Reo doesn't really care and Rikurou is known for being very cruel around!!
☢ Rikurou might also like to do self-care with you, and kiss you gently after each step was done, having a small make-out session...and at the end, you were definitely pulled into a steamy make-out, leaving you red, lips red and swollen and neck covered in hickeys...
☢ Rikurou always gets shy for some reason after a kiss, hug or any type of slight affection, only with you though!...You and he have no idea why, but he still do and you find it endearing..the way his ears gets red, he can't help it and his face warms up yet the tip of his nose gets cold...you find it so cute!!
☢ Rikurou gets so shy and he feels shy at it as I stated, but when he's in public, all that shyness seems to disappear, he has no idea why if he's shy with you uin private with affection, he should be even more shy in public, right? No...He gets more confident with your affection in public
☢ Rikurou continued to pop some popcorn in his mouth as he watched something on his laptop in the slight darkness with slightly glowing green light, you on the other hand were on the bed-side vanity doing your skin-care routine as you looked at Rikurou smiling and eating popcorns...
Finally putting a sheet-mask, you got up and crawled over to Rikurou with a sage, mint, lavender and tulsi (holy basil) one, you looked over to see him watching a k-drama...you ripped open the packet, and pulled out the sheet-mask which was slightly green, and tapped Rikurou's shoulder and asked him to face you...
"Baby, you look here..." Rikurou only hummed and didn't move his face, "Later darling..I'll do whatever you want later.." Rikurou hummed and you asked three or four times and Rikurou seemed too fixated on the screen and didn't even answer.. Annoyed, you put the sheet back in the open packet and put it aside for a while and decided to so something...so you did what you do best, be affectionate and trouble Rikurou... :>
You slammed shut the laptop and crawled on his lap, pushing him back on the bed as you now straddled his hips, Rikurou angrily looking up at you started to say something but was cut off, "HEY! I was watc-!" you slammed your lips on his, pulling slightly on the band in his long black hair and pulled out the ponytail, making his relatively long hair mess up and you lifted his face in your hands kissing him and rubbed your hands through his hair...
Rikurou was though rough in the start, started to calm down a bit, though he pinched you gently on your thigh before kissing you softly, occasionally pulling away for milliseconds and going back to kiss your lips as his tongue traced your lip before you gently let your tongue enter his...feeling a bit annoyed he wasn't giving you attention, yes you deserved attention, you were his darling, no? Why wasn't he giving you attention...Of-course you forgive him, cause he was kissing you, BUT STILL!
Finally pulling away as you got up, pulling him with you to make him si up... "Ready to pay attention to me?" You asked sweetly cupping his cheeks, as Rikurou only shyly nodded, his cheeks slightly flushed, his ears very red...You picked up the sheet-mask and pulled it out and put it on Rikurou's face, Rikurou finally sighing as the cold sheet touched his warm face and cooled it down a bit, as you apologized for slamming his laptop and opened the laptop back to the K-drama and started watching it with him, the mask on your faces and occasional kisses in between...
Yuxing Shimizu
❀ Yuxing is also one with having physical affection as his main love language, does not leave you in anyway possible, his hands always have to be on you in some way or shape, does not matter!! If you don't , it's all hell breaks loose...
❀ Yuxing love kisses and does not care what anyone thinks,he will kiss you public, not like make-out, cause he don't wanna be yelled for traumatizing kids but a little peck on your lips or cheek..
❀ He plays this game, where he can see how any times he can annoy Azuki, every time he wins a point, he gets to make-out with you for a while!! Of-course, you don't mind, it's your fav game too..when Azuki wins a point, he doesn't get anything!!!
❀ Yuxing likes to make sure you get all his attention and that you don't stray away from being so affectionate to him, his parents enjoy seeing him being a bit too whipped for you as you give him love, affection or attention! They would be walking hand in hand through the hallway and see you hugging Yuxing across against the wall, Yuxing hates hugs....They only laugh as Reo gets deja vu about how he was also like this to Kaiyo when he was a mafia and she was a assassin and she would sneak into his office to annoy him or give him attention or get attention or just be affectionate....
❀ Oh and his siblings though get annoyed at him being lovey-dovey in front of them while he insults them in front of you subtly, you can't even do anything cause he does this so often!!
❀ He loves to receive affection from you, he can't get enough of it no matter what he does...he always has a feeling now that he needs to solve by getting some affection, love and attention from you..He feels cold and then he will dramatically be upset until you give him attention..
❀ Yuxing has a habit of kissing his S/O's scars, freckles, moles and everything birth mark or place you're insecure about, he kisses it multiple times while praising you for a few minutes until he's satisfied..making sure you're smiling at the end of it..
❀ Has a habit of running and smooching your cheeks before running away, leaving you clueless! It's kind of funny to the onlookers, but really flusters Yuxing to the point he can't speak properly and you'd think he was having a heart attack from the way his face was red...
❀ Yuxing finds it so cute whenever you come running to him for a hug, a kiss, a peck, a chance to hold his hand or simply because you want his attention, don't worry pretty baby, you're cute, he'll let this cuteness slide...
❀ "....We were playing in the sand and you found a little band~" the voice of Yuxing was felt as the radio provided tune along with his skilled fingers on the ukulele and the ocean's waves crashing on shore...
"..You told me you fell in love with it, this hadn't gone as I planned..." Yuxing's words picked up by his brothers and fathers sitting beside him in silence as they all did their own thing...
"...When you had to bid adieu~" as Yuxing played the instrument with the cloudly winds, the scratchy old radio and shore's sound when water came into contact with it...
"Said you'd never love anew....I wondered if I could hold it....And fall in love with it too..." As Yuxing sang, his younger brother hummed with him....as the sounds of his elder brothers joined a minute later...
"You told me to buy a pony...But all I wanted was you.." ..You...the words seemed the emphasize Yuxing's feelings he had for you...You stood there, nearby his mother as you showed her some sea-shells you collected with your gorgeous smile...your didn't know it did you?
Yuxing's hums of singing and the music with the radio scratching over the singing and humming with the sound of the ocean...gave Reo a reminder of past..maybe it was fate, maybe something else? But..it was definitely beautiful as Reo's deep voice hummed along Yuxing's and his elder brother's..As Yuxing only dragged his fingers across the strings..making the sound jingle through the atmosphere...
"...Darling!" Your voice called out sweetly..making Yuxing drop his ukulele on Ayano as he hopped off the railing of the tiny shed fence walking over to you...But you ran to him until his arms caught you and hugged you tightly in his arms, closer, as you kissed him... Kaiyo walked over to the shed a she held Reo's hand and looked back at you and Yuxing...She also caught up on it..din't she?...You were..them, just in different forms...And it was his fate..
Xinyue Shimizu
◈ Xinyue, despite being quite a confident person is a pretty shy person, but worry not, he will LOVE your affections just as much as a gamer loves their electronic!
◈ He would love to hold hands, kiss you or hug you, but he really can't at times cause he gets a tad bit too shy at times, so it would DEFINITELY be better..cause he would only get twitchy and go red and who knows what else could happen?
◈ Xinyue's main love languages is acts of services and spending time..But having someone like you who comes at random times to give affection, it helps him remind himself to take breaks from his gaming and anime shit...Don't worry, he will get all of you snacks!!
◈He would not mind getting random hugs or kisses at random times, excpet unless he gets it during games, he dens't mind, but when he loses he gets a bit pouty and whiny and you need to kiss all his pouts and whines away!
◈ Xinyue wouldn't mind PDA, honestly he would be proud to do it, but then again, doing it in front of people in their world is quite awkward...but then again he will make sure you're doing well!!
◈When he's exercising, he will do that thing where when he does a push up, he will lean down to kiss you! He HATES push-ups and his elder brothers and father know it, so they asked you to help him by doing this cause they figured it's a cute couple thing and Xinyue would be a fan of it!!
◈ Xinyue has amazing reflexes, I MEAN IT! he can catch a fly out of thin space, so whenever you try to sneak up on him to spook him, he will only reach his arm out at the last moment and hug you tightly before picking you up and if you're lucky by him being confident, he just might kiss your lips~
◈ Xinyue loves to walk around by lacing his hands with yours, it's subtle and most people won't even care or even notice, but it makes him feel very giddy inside and happy and he gets excited like a child receiving a room filled with their favourite candy!! Yes, THAT EXCITED!
◈ His player two gets what they want, if it's his affection, they will give it to him,....even if he might faint through the process....Don't worry, your online boyfriend will try his best to not be awkward, even though he's failing miserably!
◈ "..Hey Y/N?" Xinyue started as he looked back at Ayano, Luixian, Dejiyo giving him a thumbs up and Dejino giving him a middle finger
"Y/N...ha..Y/N...Haha" Xinyue only chuckled awkwardly when he felt a hit from Dejiyo, "..You said their name already idiot!" Dejiyo whispered to him as Ayano sighed holding the flower and spreading it's petals gently
"Sorry about him Y/N, he's a lost cause.." Ayano whispered
"I can hear your, you know?" Xinyue looked back angrily as Dejiyo sighed and muttered, "Are you talking to us? Or Y/N?"
"..RIGHT!...so uh..Y/N.." Xinyue
"....Uhm, you're...looking good..and..."
"So I look ugly every other day?", "...NO! I mean ...Uhm..Not like you look ugly everyday...but it's just that you.." Xinyue tried speaking as his face, neck and ears flushed red, as Xinyue only sighed and continued,
"..I'm pretty sure you called me saying you've come to visit, cause you...well have a mouth, and I HAVE A MOUTH AS WELL!! Hahahah..."
"...Seriously...god, that's embarrassing..." Ayano whispered as he cut off the branch to his flowers in a way to make sure his bouquet was perfect for Xinyue's first meeting with you...
He was in a long distance relationship with you for a long time, tonight was your first meeting with him as you met him again!
"..Of-course they has a mouth dumbass...and of-course they SAID IT..", Dejino yelled as Liuxian patted his head while Dejiyo tried to answer, "..Just try to charm them... will you?"
Ayano only shook his head in amusement seeing his elder brother be a dumbass while try to greet his lover..Actually he always acted like a fool except most of the time he didn't make it this obvious.
"right- right my bad my bad" Xinyue shook his head, "...Okay...Y/N!"
"..Yes Xinyue..?~ What's the matter?~"
"...I missed you, my love...You're looking great today and...I planned a date for us~" Xinyue said smiling smugly trying to be charming like Dejiyo said
"I mean cause like I could go with anyone but I thought that I'd give you the first chance of going with me!" Xinyue quickly rambled and then flicked his hair "so what do you say?"
Liuxian, Ayano only snickered trying to hide their laughs while Dejiyo groaned and Dejino only rubbed his nose bridged and mumbled out curses under his breathe..
"....I've been trying to be your S/O for a while now, and it's only getting embarrassing..." Il-seong said as he took of the wig, this only made Xinyue sigh and bang his head repeatedly against the table as Il-seong turned to Dejiyo "...Jiyo...he's a lost cause!"
"..It wasn't as bad....was it?" Xinyue asked cringing at himself
"IT WAS HORRIBLE!" his siblings yelled at him in unison especially Il-seong who was honestly tried of wearing the wig and being you for the 17th time before Liuxian sighed and smiled apologetically..
"..Just try to be NORMAL AND ASK HER NORMALLY...she's already your lover!" Dejino asked angrily, as Ayano only patted him, "..Dejino is right..you better do this...before she gets unimpressed and regrets coming here..."
"....You mean...she won't like being with me..?" Xinyue asked suddenly feeling scared, "..I mean if you haven't noticed, she only had a internet connection with you, if you want her to have a real life connection, you need to be normal..." Il-seong pointed out as he took the wig off and placed it on the table beside them
"...Hey now! Let's try again!!" Luixian said as he forced the wig back on Il-seong's hair, Il-seong's blonde-white hair poking out from under the wig as Il-seong crossed his arms angrily..
"..WHY ME?!" Il-seong asked angrily
"SHUT UP!"
"..Dejino, be nice! Anyways, 1, 2, 3!" Dejiyo hollered stopping her twin from attacking someone,
"..Last time!...actually you know what?....Let's just do the real thing.." Dejiyo said changing her mind at the last time as everyone except Xinyue nodded tiredly, "..WHAT, NO!?"
"..Listen..we're getting tired now, we all helped, ALL OF US, Mom, dad, Jingyin, Soweong, and every other siblings we have was here...!....but we started at 10 in the morning, it's 10 in the night now!....let's just take a break.." Ayano said as he reminded Xinyue as they nodded, finally convincing Xinyue to take a break as they all walked towards their bedrooms...
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The bustling of people and their shoes clacking on the marble airport floor, as Xinyue tapped his foot on the floor in anxiety, "..Hey, you'll be fine..I believe in you!" Liuxian said smiling gently as he fixed Dejino's blonde hair, "..Well I don't.." Dejino snickers as Xinyue gave him a glare, "..What, I'm being honest..."
"..Hey!...Just say hi, give a few compliments and everything! and then bring her over to us to introduce her to us and we'll take somethings off your back from there!" Ayano says as Dejiyo nodded while fixing Ayano's hair.
"..Oh..What compliments?" Xinyue asked getting more and more stressed by the minute, "..I don't know, just some compliments, like they look pretty even if they have a bed-head, or that you missed them..." Il-seong said as he looked for you in the crowd of the people coming off from the plane, until his eyes fell on you, alerting Xinyue and the others immediately...
Catching Xinyue's eyes, you ran towards him so fast, dropping your bag as soon as you were close enough to the family and tackling him to floor, kissing him everywhere, as Dejiyo giggled happily as Luixian and Ayano smiled at the scene..
Xinyue on the other hand was having a panic attack, he was VERY HAPPY, don't get me wrong, but you kissed him straight up, did you like that much?! Kissing his cheeks, nose, eyes and everywhere else before finally kissing his lips...
Xinyue immediately froze before awkwardly and gently kissing back, but you pulled away standing up and introducing yourself to his parents first, ".I'm so sorry, I got a bit too excited! I'm Y/N, Xinyue's online and now well, offline S/O!" You say extending your hand while you bowed to his parents.
Kaiyo immediately giggled as she shook your hand and pulled you into a hug, "..Hello Y/N! We've heard a lot about you!" she said as Reo nodded smiling gently, you heard Xinyue's father doesn't show a lot of emotion, so you were happy and more comfortable when you saw him smile...as you and the family turned back to look Xinyue, all you saw was Xinyue fainted on the floor, his face red and overheated... of-course you panicked, but everyone else in the family onl either had to hold thir laughs or sighs of disappointments...
Little by little as you got into their limo, you got introduced to everyone in the family; Izumi, Azuki, Ayako, Ayano, Osana, Osamu, Hyuna, Hyunizo, Dejiyo, Dejino, Oshinyu, Oshinuza, Haoyu, Yuxing, Il-seong, Xangmin, Liuxian, Soweong, Jingyin and Xinya and the parents; Kaiyo and Reo!
but your hand held Xinyue's all the way back..luckily you were affectionate enough and even though he was fainted, you were happy this way!
"..Oh dear..what will our son do when he's actually kissing or on a date with with them, hmm?" Kaiyo asked her husband as Reo only shook his head, "..He'll learn.." sadly all that preparation yesterday was gone to waste cause Xinyue didn't even need to say anything!...
Osamu Shimizu
⋢ Osamu doesn't really have one, he can settle for all five love languages, he does not care what love language you have, he will lovingly take all with a soft blush on his cheek and a pretty smile on his lips while he looks at you with love-filled eyes~
⋢ Osamu though is a relatively shy person in his family, so he gets shy with affection quite easily, don't mind that, he loves it!! he finds it to be so sweet, even though it feels as though his skin is burning up..
⋢ He often turns red with his affection, so he tries to show affection as much as he can through other ways, mostly designing clothes for you in your favourite colour, styles and everything which will make you feel confident or taking you on a trip to his private beach or buy a tar and name it after you? Or maybe buy you a life-time supply of something you want to buy but you find it too expensive, or take you a dazzling trip with his family...
⋢ If you're wanting his attention late at night, he will carry you from his room to downstairs to the kitchen and make you food late at nights while he's carrying you koala style or he places you on the counter, does not matter the weight, he's strong enough!!
⋢ He will either always have a hand around your waist, around your shoulder, holding your hand on when sitting on you thigh or simply holding your hand...He finds it a subtle way and luckily it stops him from going red...
⋢ When he's feeling especially affectionate and needy, he will come and kiss your lips multiple tips in a ways that's kind of ticklish before moving to your neck
⋢ You know that romantic thing where people zip up their S/O's dress? Boys can wear dress too, don't worry, so when he kind of zips up your dress, he'll kiss your bare back before zipping it up fully and will again kiss your nape...
⋢ He will take you to the beach and will help you put sunscreen on you and whenever you kiss him or demand affection, he will do whatever you want cause during those times when he's at the private beach is only when's actually confident and his touches are more full of desires and lingering touches!
⋢ The blazing sun mixed with the salty breeze is one thing that calms Osamu down more quickly than anything, not more than you being happy in your new clothes or being confident in your outfit.
You and Osamu sat under the large umbrella covering you both completely as you modeled the swimsuit he designed for you in confidence; in your favourite colour, a pretty netting chain which had real seashells and pearls stitched on it around your waist.
As Osamu smiled up art you, you sat beside him starting to put the sunscreen on your hastily to get into the water quickly to cool off nicely, the ocean was very clear and very clean..but it was the Shimizu family's private beach...As you quickly rubbed the the cream on your arms, but it was done too harshly in Osamu's mind as he gently held your wrist,
"..Hey be gentle..You're gonna make your skin turn rough.." Osamu said smiling as he looked at you rubbing your sunscreen on with a love-filled smile..
He took some in his palms and rubbed some on himself before helping you for fun! Finally done, you sighed out of dramatic tiredness and laid yourself over him from behind, making Osamu giggle as he tried to reach you to grab your hand but stopped as his shoulder ached after a few seconds...
He continued to giggle while you enacted out a weird scene from who-knows-what 1950s show from your brain, Osamu giggled as you did so...Occasionally you'd both stop to give each other a kiss before continuing to be dramatic and laughing at each other, as the sun shone beautifully over the beach and the golden day!
Rosealine MorningStar
♢ Rosealine is often too busy on her laptop, but she doesn't mind anyone's affection...even though after a while, if you keep troubling her and doing things to her laptop, she will get mad..
♢ Not to worry, she is also quite a affectionate person. likes holdings people's hands, or running a hand through their hair as they sleep, walk around holding pinkies with someone, patting people or hugging them tightly!
♢ She would love to hold your hands or have you on her lap or you can have her on your lap; she doesn't care while she games or teaches you how to play a certain game! And she will award you kisses after every time you win!
♢ Rosealine would always hold your hands during classes at Xiokor, some people have taken photos and it is very much trending!!! Like even the royals are having a banter on it...don't worry, Lucifer always wins at it and Raemous ended up feeding some of his home-cooked food with Mammon....don't ask..
♢ She would always share some earbuds with you, and hold your hand during breaks and she will give you a kiss every time when a class starts or ends and it doesn't even matter if you're having same classes at Xiokor or not...because she will still kiss you!!
♢ She loves to hold you close to her when she sleeps, it's a habit she will slip her hand up your shirt and will slightly caress your under boob/pecs gently, it's in her way to say she loves you sweetly!
♢ When she's creating her potions she labels everything on how you perceive them...does not matter if you think the toad's eyes looks like edible blinking bish...she will name it that and so when Satan once came, he was confused why the things were labelled in such a way....it's a way to make sure she keeps your thoughts in her minds as well!
♢ She will definitely does not mind any hugs or cuddles, she ADORES THEM! She will always have her arms open for you! She is always welcoming of your affection!
♢ "OH YOU GOT I!!!" Rosealine nearly screamed in happiness, "Hey, shhh...." You motioned for her to lower her voice as it was in the middle of night, as she nods and Rosealine smiled at you brightly as she kissed your lips, "..See? I knew it, you were good at it!"
"..Rose...I only passed level 1...."
"You're still very good at it!" Rosealine said as you went to level 2 which you again easily beat.. "YES! You're great!" she said as she kissed your lips yet again, as you went to level 3, it was a bit different, "..Use the boost cards and then go to the lobby and hit those freaks!" Rosealine said as you confusedly did what she said, of-course you failed because you didn't understand shit, but Rosealine seemed to think it was the other team's fault as she turned on her mic of her headphones, she had been wearing...
You have never thought to call Lucifer faster than now.....it was scary seeing her curse so much, you were lucky it wasn't directed at you...as you pulle the headphones off her head and turned off the mic before shutting the PC..
"..Oh my god..You didn't need to do that!" You said as you rubbed your nose, while Rosealine only pouted and looked off to the side...You got off the PC, feeling tired now, and pulled Rosealine with you into her large sea-shell shaped bed...You pulled her close to you, the AC in her room making the room nicely cool, but the inside of the blanket felt better...She pulled your head on her chest as she moved her hand under your shirt to caress the bottom of your chest
It was normal for her to do that, and it felt comforting in a way... Rosealine kissed you on your lips which lasted for a few seconds before she laid her head on her large pillow...she was quickly drifting asleep, you smiled and hummed kissing her forehead, "Good night my love..."
Solielin MorningStar
♣ Solielin is quite a fun and sunny person, she is also very much giving of affection and loves receiving affection as well! Her main love-language has to be gift giving though, but she is very affectionate!!
♣ Solielin often uses her magic to give you gifts and in return she expects a lot of KISSES AND HUGS!! You're all hers ad she's all yours!!! Mwahahah, okay, it makes Odelia cringe a bit on how stupidly cute and fluffily disgusting you both are!....It's fine...
♣ She holds your hands whenever she's making some type of potion or writing some homework... She will even draw imaginary things on your palm or the back of your hand with her fingers or maybe some pen...it's a good way to make sure she's showing attention to you!
♣ Solielin always shares her jacket with you and kisses you whenever she's bored or has free time or is just randomly feeling the urge to, it's a thing she does!
♣ Solielin surprisingly has more muscle strength then people expect, so she is able to have you sit on her lap! she is also one of the tallest royals! Like she is nearly somewhere around 5'11..yeah....
♣ Solielin always makes sure to kiss you every time she sees you, doesn't matter if it's in the corridors, or in front of friends or in front of royals! Though she would love to kiss you in front of bitchy idiots you try to annoy or put you down, she would rather leave hickeys and then hex them using some type of spell...
♣ She is quite a workaholic and so she needs to be reminded to take breaks, so maybe just scooch in her lap or like lift her up or kiss her randomly will do the trick, since she pops out of the stupid workaholic bubble she creates and you can help her take breaks!!
♣ "SOLIELIN!!!" you called for god knows what time... you were needing help with making dinner cause a few of the royal...okay not a few..LITERALLY ALL THE ROYALS were coming over...and obviously you won't be able to prepare such a large batch of food without her help...but for some reason she wasn't responding or listening, sighing you turned off the stove and walked up to her room..
As you walked up to her room, you knocked a few times, but in turn no rustling of her feet to her door, so you knocked again and called out "Solielin, babe!!" and of-course...nothing, so you huffed and pushed open the door to find it open..
You entered to find Solielin's back faced towards you, and she WASN'T EVEN LISTENING TO ANYTHING THROUGH EARPHONES!!
You called her name in the room, in disbelief to the fact she still didn't hear you...Of-course you walked over to her, to see her writing like thousands of words on a parchment, her index finger, her thumb and her middle finger all red from the thousands of words she had been writing, you again called her, "...Solielin...Babe??"
Again nothing, even though you were right beside her ear, you tapped on her shoulder, knowing she always got like, her ears and eyes and awareness would shut off from the world when she as doing some work, worrying and concerning people..
"..Oh..Babe!! Hey!" Solielin said turning around in her swinging chair and pulling you towards her by your waist and kissing your lips...of-course you sighed and kissed her back, realizing she didn't even notice you this whole time..
"..So what happened??" Solielin asked as she pulled awy from your lips, your lips having a bit of her drool, since she always used her tongue..Solielin picked up a claw clip and put her hair into a bun, her hair falling on her face..
"..I need your help in nmaking dinner for the royals..."
"..Oh but..I have to complete.." Of-course she said that, you isghed as she rubbed your face with your hands..making her smile sheepishly, "...Alright, when is this due??"
"...The Tuesday after this one!"...." WHAT."
"..NAH.....You're helping me do this...I don't care, you have the whole two weeks for it, it's Tuesday TODAY!!" You remind her pointing towards the glowing calendar which showed, the date, month, year, time, in hours, minutes, seconds, nano-seconds, quarter seconds as well!!!
"...But-" "..NO BUTS!" You says pulling her up shutting her pen and closing her notebook.... before pulling her downstairs as sitting her on the couch and giving her a large pots of blood peas to peels...
"...You worked a bit TOO hard tonight...Try doing this and take a break..afterwards I'll give you more work.." You say going back to the stove and turning it on...as Solielin sat there... of-course she didn't want to do this...and you of-course knew this..so you decided to let the cooking be done along side the royals..a good way to exchange gossips.
You shut the stove yet again and went to sit beside her kissing the shell of her ear, as you picked up a bunch and started peeling them, Solielin stopped before pulling you on her lap and kissing your cheeks..as you both peeled the blood peas with comforting silence..
Izana
☁ Izana is not a very affectionate person, but his students definitely are and he can tell...cause they all very often ask him to cuddle with them or simply walk with them and they end up holding hands..It's quite a common sign...So maybe having a affectionate person won't be too much of a thing!
☁ Izana doesn't really mind having a affectionate S/O, though it might get a bit annoying at times, but affection is another one of the softest way to make him smile or be happy!! He will be with Willowette doing art, maybe just get clingy and affectionate with him and his art will turn out better than Willowette expected!!!
☁ Izana likes to hold hands under the desk during lunch breaks when he's being a gossip queen or therapist or drug dealer for his students, teachers friends, etc. People will surely tease him if they find ou he is holding your hand, cause he acts like he hates affection!
☁ Speaking of him hating affection, he will act SO HARD to act like he hates it...but he secretly can never get enough of it, makes him feel special!! He is very much demanding of it!!
☁ Izana also likes to nap in his large sky blue sleeping bag during free periods of class behind the desk, the students don't really bother and have learned to shut themselves up because Izana would beat them up and yell at them and give them detention and take away house points!
☁ He will cuddle with you in the darkness of his sleeping bag with a portable fireless fire, to give some tiny glow!! He is literally so warm, but his hands are perfectly cool along with his feet for some reason...so it makes you fell all the more happy!!
☁ Izana would always have you on his lap in his room while he corrects their notebooks, homeworks or exams or random things they write for him and gives remarks and he will kiss your cheek every time he finishes one, seems like a reward!!
☁ Oh and after he finishes any tedious works in his opinion, its deserving of a reward so make out-sessions!!! SO MANY OF THEM!! In his room, in the bed-swing, in the empty staff room, in empty classroom, anywhere he can get his hands on you!!!
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•Normalize Fanart for Fanfics Again You Fools•
It's not cringe anymore (it SHOULDN'T be cringe anymore), just do it. You're doing something you enjoy, who cares what anybody else says! So spread the words my fellow internet brethren.
Spread the Word :)
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Ghost bf craves more than anything to taste the nectar that gushes from your folds whenever he brings you to orgasm. The fact that he can’t ingest anything that’s not on his physical plane slowly brings him to feel as if he is dying all over again. Your essence so close and yet unreachable.
He refuses to give up, pumping load after load into your sloppy wet cunt. He grits his teeth, staring at the wet sheets under you in envy. The way they so easily soak up your glorious release. He doesn’t stop as he fucks his cock into you, watching you arch off the bed like a woman possessed.
His hand makes contact with your clit and you jolt, pleasurable goosebumps trailing down your legs. Your body seizes, exploding around his ghost cock just as he releases another hefty load inside of you.
Your bf doesn’t hesitate to slip out of you, leaving you to hiss at the faint stinging sensation. Your pussy fluttering closed now that his invisible length left you. His hands push against your soft thighs and you see them spreading wider in what appears to be all on their own.
A moan rips out of you, a much smaller pressure gliding between your puffy lips. Your ghost bf laps at your pussy, his spirit aching for just one taste of your sweetness.
“Wait…” you croak out, legs shaking. This being the umpteenth time he’s repeated this cycle, giving you an idea what of what he wants and is not getting.
When you don’t feel what you assume is his tongue a moment later, you weakly rise onto your elbows. Despite being spent, pleasure swirls in your gut as you watch his spectral-cum ooze out of you.
Reaching down you whimper at the sparks of over sensitivity as you move your fingers through your folds in small circles, mixing your release with his. Your breathing picks up, the sight more erotic than you can admit. But you can feel yourself growing wetter and you can only imagine your bfs smug expression.
“That should work, right?” You ask into your seemingly empty bedroom, not expecting an answer as always.
A moment later you feel that pressure return, a gasp escaping your lips. Your bf slowly licks at your combined cum. His own musk crashes into his tastebuds and for a moment that’s all he tastes. But then, as if the door to the afterlife has finally been opened he tastes the most heavenly flavor as it coats his tongue.
Ghost bf moans, the sound moving through the wind and sending a shiver up your spine. You chuckle lightly but you quickly choke on it as your bf returns full force, happily slobbering up every last drop of cum he can find. His cock already prepped to do this all again.
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" 𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 "
𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐉𝐎𝐂𝐊 — a confident athlete who turns into pathetic putty at the thought of you . . .
nsfw / sixteen + content / smut / gender neutral reader / yandere content / sub!yandere / masturbation / pervert yandere (he literally breaks into the locker room for your shit) / olfactophilia/osmolagnia (scent/smell kink) / dacryphilia (kink for crying) / breath play / yandere oc x reader
masterlist | requesting rules | character info . . .
a/n: haven't wrote smut in awhile, so im a bit rusty . . .
Lucas dangled the keys in his hands, a grin playing on his face as he walked towards the locker room—using the key to unlock the door—it was pretty easy grabbing the keys from the janitor's room, not that this school was particularly secure with their locks. It would be pretty easy breaking in, if he tried hard enough . .
Lucas scanned the area, looking through each locker trying to find which one was yours . . he had your lock combination memorized, though he did get a little help from a friend in order to figure it out.
His hands reached for the clothes that you had left in your locker, lifting it up to his face, eyes going half lidded as he inhaled your intoxicating scent, he felt his face growing warm and his body growing weak. Lucas leaned down onto the lockers for support, almost losing balance as he slid down onto the floor.
Lucas pressed the flimsy piece of clothing further onto his face, engulfing himself in your smell—so much so that he could almost taste you—all the while his other hand travelled downwards, clumsily unbuckling his pants in a hurry . . hasty movements contradicted his rational mind, not bothering to care if he'd get caught.
He slid his pants down, just enough to reveal his semi-hard cock—a soft whine escaped him at the feeling of the cold air—his free hand now teasing his tip, as he relaxed his body, closing his eyes shut . .—imagining how disgusted you'd be seeing him in this pitiful state— . . that really turned him on, he cussed under his breath at how pitiful and pathetic his thoughts were . .
Lucas wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, slowly moving his hand up and down—his vision growing hazy—as he let out breathy sighs of pleasure—whines growing louder when he moved his hand faster.
Lucas stuffed the clothing he took, and pushed it into his mouth—drool escaped the corners of his mouth—blocking his ability make a sound, as he moved his hand faster around his cock—little tear droplets stinging his eyes, as he felt his legs shake slightly at the sheer pleasure—he used his now free hand to pinch his nose, closing his only source of air . . .
All he could taste was you, the clothing taking away all the moisture in his mouth, as tears begin to escape his eyes, saliva escaping the corners of his mouth, dripping onto his clothing—his legs began to convulse—his back arching slightly, as he finally came, all over the floor . . .
Lucas spat out the fabric, "fuck", the bell rang . . How is he gonna clean up this mess fast enough? . .
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When y/n gets too annoying to the point you want to stop reading
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NSFW
warning: yandere behavior, power imbalance, implied baby trapping
Yandere!Ceo that’s a professional business man at work but once he’s behind closed doors he’s your pathetic, needy lover boy.
Kisses your feet and legs, peppering soft kisses all the way up to your thighs.
“My beautiful girl, did you enjoy the roses I sent you?”
He purrs as you play with his hair, looking up at you with those warm golden eyes.
“They were lovely… though the note was a bit… alarming.”
Your lover paused, his fingers on the waistband of the expensive lingerie he bought you.
“… how so, my love? It was the best stationary I could f-“
“I mean the words you wrote… about getting rid of anyone that got in the way of our love.”
He pulled your panties off, placing a wet kiss on your fat, wet cunt. “Oh, that? Don’t take it so seriously, darling. You know I love you, it’s just… a badly worded joke.”
And you quiet down, unable to protest or continue arguing as he’s eating you out. His tongue was on your clit, fingers stretching out your pretty pussy to prep you for his cock.
“M-Mmph…”
He’s quite good at distracting you from his alarming behavior, kissing along your neck while bouncing you on his thick cock. Keeping you on his lap as watching your ass jiggle while he moves you up and down has to be one of his favorite things in the entire world.
“That’s my girl, my baby… just take it, sweet thing…”
And slowly, as your previous friends and past lovers start ghosting you or straight up disappearing, he keeps you occupied with gifts, lavish vacations, and eventually a pregnancy.
Even if you wanted to leave, you couldn’t. Everything you owned was paid for by him, he had all of your information and knowledge of your friends and family…
But who would want to leave when they were treated like royalty? All you had to do was be his sweet housewife and give him all of you attention~
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we all joke about and objectify this man, but do we stop to think how sad his story is? he grew up friendless and ruthlessly bullied for being a literal genius. constantly picked on by his coworkers, and he’s never in on the joke. he’s always being laughed at, never laughed with because no one understands his existentialist humor. he never has plans or places to go on the weekend after work. he goes to work then goes to his lonely home with all his books to keep him company. on occasion, he haunts the chess table at the park or meets with an old professor. no one takes the time to appreciate his weird little quirks. no one took the time to ask him if he was okay after the several traumatic incidents he endured. no one takes care of him because everyone’s too busy leaving. he could be a male model, yet he’s never thought of himself as attractive. when he does find love, he’s brutally stripped of it before he can blink. spencer reid, the lonely genius who learned of love too late and loss too soon.
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Unabashed
Summary: Aemond wonders whether his pretty new wife is as shy in her sleep as she is awake, and intends to find out | Word Count: 1.6~k | Warnings: somnophilia, dubcon, oral (f receiving), feelings of shame
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The early dawn light filtered through the gossamer curtains, casting a soft glow across the spacious chamber. Aemond Targaryen, with his stern demeanour and battle-hardened visage, stood at the edge of their grand bed. His gaze softened as it fell upon his wife, a gentle and shy creature, who seemed out of place amidst the grandeur of a Targaryen prince's bedchamber.
They had been married but a few weeks, and her timidity was still evident in her every movement. She lay there, her breaths even and soft, her face relaxed in sleep. Aemond's heart swelled with a mixture of affection and protectiveness. He knew she struggled with the expectations placed upon her as his wife, especially when it came to intimacy.
He thought back to their wedding night. She had blushed deeply, her cheeks a rosy hue as she avoided meeting his gaze. Her hands had trembled slightly as she undressed, her shyness palpable. Aemond had taken her hands in his, his touch gentle, hoping to reassure her, but with a deep desire to claim her as his. Her skin had been warm, and he could feel the rapid beat of her pulse under his fingers. He had moved slowly, each touch deliberate, wanting to make her feel safe and cherished. Despite his efforts, she had remained tentative, her actions hesitant and reserved.
Many at court whispered that she was ill-suited for the intensity that came with being bound to a man like Aemond. They said she lacked the fire needed to stand beside him. Aemond had often wondered if there was another side to her, one hidden beneath layers of gentleness and timidity. A side that perhaps only he could reach, given time and patience.
This morning, he found himself wondering again. As she lay there, serene in sleep, he considered the possibility that in her dreams, she might be free from the constraints of her waking shyness. Perhaps, he thought, he could gently coax that hidden side of her into the light.
The sheets framed her form in his plush bed, her hair in somewhat disarray, a few pieces having escaped her careful and perfect braiding the night before. It had been hot in King’s Landing since their wedding night, and so as his eye drifted over her, he could see the gentle rise of her chest, and her perk nipples forming peaks against the near-translucent cotton bedding. A shy thing she was, but most certainly not without allure.
Aemond's breath caught at the sight, a primal part of him stirred by her unintentional seduction. The stark contrast between her modesty and the sensual image she presented tugged at some place usually kept hidden. She was a puzzle he was determined to solve, a delicate flower he was eager to nurture.
Before he knew it, his fingers bunched the sheets in his grasp, watching with deep satisfaction at the way her body was slowly revealed to him, inch by perfect inch. A map of unmarked territory he was determined to explore. The fabric slid against her skin with such ease, as if she were made of water and they were simply a ripple in her perfection, until eventually, once she was bared to him and she gave a quick breath-like shudder, he was able to take his time in forming his plan.
Aemond leaned closer, his breath hot against her skin. His lips pressed gentle, reverent kisses along the smooth expanse of her stomach, moving lower with each caress. Her body trembled slightly beneath his touch, her breath hitching in her sleep, as if her dreams were becoming more vivid and enticing.
When he finally reached the apex of her thighs, he paused, glancing up at her face. Her eyes were still closed, her lips parted slightly, a soft sigh escaping her. Taking a deep breath, Aemond pressed a tender kiss against her inner thigh, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath his lips.
His tongue flicked out, tasting her, a heady mix of sweetness and desire. She stirred, a soft moan escaping her lips as her body responded to his touch. Encouraged, Aemond continued his ministrations, his tongue moving with careful thought, exploring every inch of her glistening slit with the precision he afforded everything else in his life.
Her hips shifted slightly, a subconscious response to the pleasure building within her. Aemond's hands gently gripped her thighs, holding her in place as he deepened his efforts, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes. Each moan, each soft gasp she made was a testament to the pleasure he was giving her.
There was a deep, primal part that glimmered in his eye at the way she responded, her subconscious sounds and movements a stark contrast to her demeanour when she was awake. Her slumber seemed to lower her carefully built walls, imprisoning her sexuality inside. Her hands gripped the sheets the same way he gripped her thighs, the warm muscle of his tongue dragging over her sex up towards her bud, enclosing his lips around it, the smirk he wore hidden in his actions.
The sounds were so sweet to his ears he could stay between her plush thighs all day. A part of him was surprised she hadn’t woken yet with the way her hips were chasing his lips and tongue, and her fingers carding through his loose hair and pulling lightly at the roots to ground herself. Her movements were by no means erratic, enough for him to know without looking that she was still in whatever sleep-addled bliss she imagined, but it appeared his little wife was more and more an exciting enigma with every passing day.
Her breathing grew a fraction more erratic, her stomach clenching and unclenching with the warm, numbing climax that was steadily rising. She would blush and apologise profusely if she could see the way she was acting right at this moment, moaning and writhing with her cunt on his mouth. Aemond worked in rhythmic, intoxicating strokes, taking everything she was giving to him, the tartness of her arousal was addictive in a way he had never imagined.
His little wife’s body arched only slightly off the bed, her grip tightening and thighs trembling, her release washing over her in powerful waves. The only sound she gave was a breathy, elongated moan, too sweet for the carnal, forbidden act he was performing on her sleeping form. Aemond watched with satisfaction as she slowly relaxed, her breathing returning to a more even pace. He placed a final, tender kiss against her sensitive skin before drawing back, his eyes lingering on her peaceful, contented expression.
He found it almost comical that his wife hadn’t woken to her husband devouring her sweet cunt, but that she had woken to the feeling of the mattress dipping as Aemond righted himself, looking down at her bare form, her chest shimmering with a dew of sweat.
Her eyelids fluttered open, and she blinked up at him, her gaze initially hazy with sleep. As her awareness sharpened, she noticed her state of undress and the lingering warmth between her thighs. Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, a mix of surprise and realisation dawning on her features.
"Aemond," she whispered, her voice trembling with both shyness and residual pleasure.
He wiped his face, a victorious, cat-like smirk on his features, as if to emphasise her embarrassment. “Good morning, my love.”
She averted her gaze, her hands moving to cover herself instinctively, but Aemond's firm yet gentle touch stopped her.
"There is no need for that," he said softly, his smirk fading into a more tender expression.
She looked up at him, her eyes wide with a mixture of emotions, embarrassment, curiosity, and a budding sense of trust. "Did I... did I embarrass myself?" she asked hesitantly.
Aemond chuckled, a deep, satisfied sound that made her cheeks flush even more. "Not at all," he replied, his voice filled with genuine amusement and pleasure. "You were perfect, and it was a delight to see you respond so…unabashedly"
Her blush deepened, but she managed to meet his gaze, her curiosity overcoming her shyness. "I did not wake up," she murmured, almost to herself. “I thought it was a dream.”
"A dream, perhaps," he said, brushing his fingers gently along her jawline. "But one that I was more than happy to make real."
Feeling her cheeks burn at his brazen behaviour, she tugged the sheets to her chest to cover herself, her expression pleasured but shy. “Such actions will not result in a child.”
"No, it will not," he agreed. "But there are many ways to show my desire. Not all of them are about creating heirs."
“Well I know that.”
His expression took on a predatory gleam, moving swiftly to hold her wrists down to the bed with ease. “You might know,” he murmured, “but you will feel it, every day and every night.”
Her breath hitched, a mixture of fear and excitement. The hardness in his gaze tempered by the affection she saw there. Something shifted in her eyes, a spark of defiance and curiosity he hadn't seen before. She reached up, slipping from his hold, her fingers trailing lightly over his chest, her touch both hesitant and bold. Her lips curved into a small, sweet smile that almost dared him to do more.
His innocent little wife had a hidden fire, one that both intrigued and excited him. He felt his desire flare even stronger, spurred on by the need to explore this new side of her, to see just how far she would go.
“And I intend to make certain you never forget.”
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Golf day || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader
Summary: INSPIRED BY THIS TIKTOK
Warnings: pure fluff hehehehe
Word count: 497
A/n: if anyone has any tiktoks that they want me to turn into a Rafe fic, send them thru pls!!!! I love finding random vids on my fyp that are so Rafe coded. ALSO BEGGING FOR MORE DAD!RAFE REQUESTSS
MASTERLIST (dad!rafe au masterlist)
divider by @h-aewo
“Do you think she’ll enjoy it?” Rafe questions, turning his head to you, his eyes lingering on Mabel, comfortably nestled on your lap. He looks genuinely concerned, his brow furrowed with worry.
“You know she loves watching you do anything,” you reply with a reassuring chuckle, trying to soothe his anxiety. As you adjust the tiny hat on your daughter’s head, you can’t help but smile at her innocent excitement.
It was Mabel’s first time at the golf course, and Rafe had been on edge all morning. He’d peppered you with questions like, “Don’t you think it will be too hot?” and “What if she gets bored?” His nervousness was palpable, a stark contrast to his usual composed demeanor.
You had spent the morning reassuring him, reminding him repeatedly that Mabel would be perfectly fine. You knew she would be thrilled just to watch her dad play golf, her eyes following his every move with awe and admiration.
“Do you think she’ll like this spot?” Rafe asks as the golf cart comes to a gentle stop under the shade of a large oak tree. “Babe, you’re the one playing,” you giggle, enjoying his overprotectiveness. Rafe laughs softly, his eyes crinkling with amusement. “Mabel, do you like it here?” he asks, his voice tender as he tickles her chin. Mabel responds with a delightful giggle that melts your heart.
You adjust Mabel on your lap so she’s facing Rafe, her wide, curious eyes tracking his every move as he unloads his golf clubs. The sun casts a warm glow over the course, and you can’t help but admire how handsome Rafe looks in his golf gear. “Doesn’t Daddy look so handsome, Bels?” you murmur to Mabel, pressing light kisses on her rosy cheeks. She giggles uncontrollably and tickling sensation.
Rafe turns at the sound of her infectious giggles, a broad smile lighting up his face. “You girls doing alright?” he calls out, his eyes sparkling with joy. You chuckle, giving him a thumbs-up and lifting Mabel’s tiny hand to wave at him.
Remembering that Rose wanted a video of Mabel’s first time at the golf course, you quickly pull out your phone and aim the camera at Mabel’s expressive face. She’s watching Rafe intently, her anticipation palpable.
As Rafe lines up his shot, you can see the concentration etched on his face. The moment the club makes contact with the golf ball, sending it soaring through the air, Mabel flinches in surprise. You can’t help but laugh, immediately clamping your hand over your mouth, feeling a bit guilty for laughing at her reaction.
Rafe shields his eyes with his hand, squinting into the distance to see where the ball landed. Satisfied with his shot, he turns back and walks towards you and Mabel, a broad smile lighting up his face. “Daddy’s pretty good, isn’t he?” Rafe chuckles as he reaches you, gently lifting Mabel from under her armpits and pressing a loving kiss on her round cheek.
You quickly snap a photo of the sweet moment. Their joy is infectious, and you can’t help but chuckle as you send the video and picture to Rose. Mabel’s earlier reaction to the sound of Rafe hitting the ball plays in your mind, making you smile.
Rafe notices your amusement. “What’s so funny?” he asks, his curiosity piqued as he sees you smiling at your phone. You glance up, grinning, and show him the video of Mabel’s startled reaction to his golf swing.
“Aww, I’m sorry, babygirl,” Rafe says with a laugh, his eyes softening as he watches the video. “I’ll let you know when I’m going to hit the ball next time.” Mabel, already captivated by her dad’s presence, giggles and reaches out to touch his face, her earlier surprise forgotten.
Rafe’s heart melts as he cradles Mabel in his arms, swaying gently. “You’re my good luck charm, you know that?” he murmurs, his voice filled with love. Mabel coos in response, her tiny hands grasping at Rafe’s shirt.
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Like Azuki Shimizu, Raemous, Ceseline Lynea, Izana, dating a very innocent and airheaded female S/O who loves them very much and is very clingy and is happy to be in a relationship with them
Yandere! OC/normal OC: MorningStar Court, Shimizu Family, Elentia Acurioun :
. Azuki Shimizu, Raemous, Ceseline Lynea, Izana X Reader
♤ Summary: They happen to have a innocent, airheaded and clingy S/O, what happens if they're dating the yandere version or the normal version??
♤ fluff, dark content, scenario, headcanons|| Established relationship|| warnings (for yan version): magic, manipulation, willing reader, blood, murder|| Normal version of OC
♤ Author's note: THIS WAS SO GOOD TO WRITE!! I was very excited while writing this, thank you for requesting this and please continue doing so! I did not know what to write for Izana though, so forgive me for that!
OC X Reader:
S/O who is innocent, air-headed and clingy
Azuki Shimizu
☁ Azuki is himself a bit air-headed, so having a S/O who is also an air-head, he is so much IN LOVE, HE IS ALWAYS ON CUTENESS OVERLOAD MODE BECAUSE OF YOU!!!! He can't help it, you're so cute, so air-headed like him and so innocent, he can make all the dirty jokes he wants and you won't even question them...SO CUTE!!!!
☁ Azuki is always there to make sure you focus as an air-head, you're more than likely to lose focus easily but he is gonna make sure you follow things and focus nicely, even if it means throwing tiny blocks of his blood your way before the blocks roll on their own to his cut and heal it on it's own, Azuki is there to make sure you follow your routine, he isn't gonna be rough, no, he is very lenient but he knows the problems you can face by not following a routine or schedule.
☁ Ngl, you were and STILL ARE very much oblivious and innocent to his flirting techniques, you are going to be hit with his flirting tricks and somehow you still don't get it, not gonna lie, he finds it adorable but OH SO FRUSTRATING!!!
☁ You're clingy, he's clingy, perfect couple! He's more of a emotionally clingy and you're more of a physically clingy person, so he is actually very much in love with the fact that you're clingy, he has always wanted someone to be clingy other than his siblings..
☁ He is not gonna lie, he is very much air-headed himself and since you both are dumb, you, him, Dejino, Yuxing, Ayako and Xinyue are thus called the dumb group of the Shimizu family, don't worry, everyone likes you!!
☁ Azuki honestly gets a headache sometimes from you, he gave you the job to water the plant, but now the whole manor is flooded...He allowed you to do the most of harmless things and it somehow always ends up a disaster due to your air-headedness
☁ Azuki for some reason is always in love with your air-headedness, might be the fact that you're his lover and the one he loves, but it could also be the fact that he's happy there is someone who can a bit more dumber than him at times...Depends!!
☁ Azuki is often trying to teach you things, it doesn't work a lot though, he has IMMENSE patience for you, not for anybody else in the family though, scares and surprises everyone, including his parents...
☁ Azuki is definitely one for affection, PDA is fine, not too much though, he does lace his hands with yours, hugs you whenever he feels like it, gives cheek kisses outside, but kisses on the lips are reserved for privacy where you won't ever be able to pull away from him, always in a make-out session....
☁ He is a big one on affection, much like a few of his siblings, one of his main love languages is physical affection and thus would love it if you were affectionate, but if you weren't, he'd understand and find other ways to express his love for you!
☁ Also keep in mind, not only him his parents and his siblings will help you around too! They're all synchronized to each other and that's how it is when somebody new enters the family!!
Raemous
☸ ....Do you think this man really has a brain, fr, he can't even spell brain, but it's fine, you're both a dumb couple and that's what makes you both cute and frustrating to everyone around you!! May god forgive you both cause Lucifer and Asmodeus won't....
☸ You both constantly need help by Solielin or someone from that side of the MorningStar court, cause Dear devil! it's hard to look after you both, you both can't leave each other without causing some type of drama for the royals to clean up after...I think you can make up to them by getting them some good desserts from Zional's credit card?
☸ If you can't focus, he can't focus, there is a connection between you two, if you can't do something he will try everything to help you in that by making a 100 slide presentation and then he forgets to focus himself and then you both get yelled at by Myhilara...
☸ Not gonna lie, Lucifer find you both to be very funny, but Belial is in rage every time you both are around, before you both started dating it was less work as they only had to handle one but after you started dating, you pull the other in the shenanigans you created....
☸ Raemous is often known for his agility and strength as one of the strongest full demons around, he was punished by Zional for a million years and yet he still did not flinch so maybe his biggest thing to keep him focusing is, Belial and Lucifer train with him, sometimes Zional and Diavolo and the rest of the brothers join and so maybe they will start training you a bit too, they will 100 PERCENT BE MORE GENTLE WITH YOU, INCLUDING ZIONAL!!!!
☸ Odelia and her sisters along with other royal ladies will try to keep you distracted, despite your gender, they like to make sure you can be as graceful as a lady while being as strong as a man! It's something every royal does, look at Raemous's body language, he isn't a royal, but he was trained by Mammon these things as well and he picked up these habits from the royals....
☸ Oh, Raemous is not very clingy but he would not mind someone clingy, so be as clingy as you want unless it's in front of Zional cause he gets upset because his wife isn't clingy and Ezoliana is more of a independent person and Zional is clingy, okay let's keep this away...
☸ Raemous and you are so sickeningly in love with each other that is makes the royals coo, puke and want to kill you all at the same time. They way you both hold hands, the way you spend time with each other, the way you both stare a each other, the way you're both oblivious to majorly popular flirting tricks and in the end you both end up making things awkward for each other before flirting again..
☸ Oh speaking of innocence, the only thing Raemous would tease you o and you don't even understand why you're being teased until Mammon or Belial hits Ramey and one of the girls explain the context...
☸ Oh, but your innocence is so very cute in Ramey's eyes, he'll make sure you stay as pure as possible for as long as possible, and that means hitting one of the royals for making dirty jokes around you, and if you ask what it means despite being the most obvious thing, he will say you'll learn when you get a bit older and that it's a demon thing..
☸ That innocence of yours is also upheld by Odelia and Aurelesia, cause their sister, Aurmelle, she was innocent until she became a dirty bitch...she's a bit of a hoe, but she'll also help her sisters keep your innocence with you!!
Ceseline Lynea
⋰01 Ceseline has a huge family with over 40 members, so there ain't no way one of her cousins or siblings is air-headed just like you and as one of the eldest she has to take care of them along with her elder brothers and sisters, handling you is like a piece of cake!
⋰02 Speaking of that, Ceseline honestly finds it annoying with air-headed cousins/siblings though she absolutely won't change them for the world, she finds it a bit annoying at times, but with you, it's the exact opposite, she can never get annoyed with you for being an air-head..she just finds it so endearing, she can't help herself but fall in love with you for that!
⋰03 Ceseline would definitely be one to make sure to help you around to make sure you didn't get distracted, she is honestly very free, some of her siblings or cousins could take her place and do a bit of chore in place for her, no big deal! She is always happy to help you focus!
⋰04 Oh, don't even think about getting distracted, she's a lion-hybrid (if you followed my previous blog and knew about them) and she can control a person's body for 70 minutes before needing to take a 30 minute break, she can help you follow your schedule like that giving you half-hour breaks in between!
⋰05 Ceseline sometimes herself finds it hard to focus and so during those times, she'd like to remind herself of you, you somehow still manage to do some work despite your air-headedness, quite rude but it works for her and while thinking about she always whispers 'sorry's in her mind while giggling...so that makes up for it, I guess..
⋰06 Ceseline's elder twins, Serouf and Quinen, they're twins, elder sister and brother to Ceseline and one of her favourite supporters they have been supporting her since Childhood while teaching her ways and correcting her and so they were the first people she came to when she started to date you and she would talk about you to them all the time and how you're a big air-head, they honestly find it cute!
⋰07 Serouf and Quinen are along with her in attending Elentia, so whenever they're at school, they find her sitting beside you sharing her lunch and short break food with you while explaining something of school to you because you didn't understand it and she would spend all her breaks like this as the break started she'd give her lunch box to her siblings and asked them to not tell their parents she didn't eat food in return of her doing their chores, they of-course agreed happy to eat more food and share some with friends! Serouf and Quinen found it adorable how Ceseline had her own air-head to look after like Serouf had Quinen and Quinen had Serouf~
⋰08 Speaking of watching you both, Serouf would often find you both holding hands or kissing at Saura/Saku base (playground type place at Elentia Acurion) or Quinen saw you both walking while spending time with each other sharing kisses or holding hands while walking through he roads in between the Heopian Fields or her parents finding you in her cuddling and being clingy in her room or her grandparents finding you cooking with each other in their huge kitchen or studying in her room or maybe her classmates finding you sleeping in her bed morning, they all find it cute but won't say anything for Ceseline's sake as to not embarrass her...
⋰09 She is not generally clingy but most of her family members are and so she has learnt that it didn't matter a few of her cousins would hang off her back as she would do some chore and so she is generally has a lot of muscle strength she can carry you in her arms for a huge amount of time!
⋰10 Oh and your innocence how could the Lynea clan forget, honestly everybody tease you a bit but honestly it's all in good fun and they would stop after they see you being uncomfortable or a lady stops them, the men are always a bit more playful and kind of don't mean to be rude but end up coming off like that, forgive them dear....
⋰11 Ceseline and everyone in her class kind of finds it be a bit cute, even Devon who is basically the mood killer half the time, but he finds it a bit endearing in you, he sees you as a friend, people of LingDesu have the tendencies to befriend their friend's friends and that is how they make and create relationships, so you're bound to meet her classmate all 39 are amazing at treating you, including the teacher, Izana!!
⋰12 They all make dirty jokes but will never tease you if you don't understand it as they all only laugh and giggle a bit, before someone tells you to ignore it and if you REALLY want to know, then maybe someone will explain it ad then you will slap yourself mentally for not getting something so obvious! She finds it absolutely adorable, and she hopes you never change!!
Izana
▦ Oh my, Your dating Izana, I mean he has 40 idiots in his class, what's gonna happen if they add another air-head in his life as his lover.....Nothing he will fall for you more, finding it endearing...
▦ Izana can't help himself but blush from cuteness overload at how dumb you are, kind of like imagine Mammon with MC (Obey me!)or maybe baby Denki (BNHA) being dumb, yeah that's how it is with him, poor man, already having 40 but now one more, but at-last is cute while being dumb so that makes up for the fact that he to handle 45 people now, sad yet happy teacher noises come from his mouth as you sit in his class while he teaches the student..
▦ Izana is often free and does not enjoy teaching his students, though he is a father figure to nearly all of them, he mostly spends his time of class sleeping, as they all live for an eternity and he has big bangs 8 times, he learnt that nothing needed to be taught! He has more than enough time to spend with you, while you, Izana and the class gossip or do braiding circles or do spend time with each other like that! He knows an air-head person is a bit dumb, but maybe it's something how everyone is eager to teach everyone else something that he finds precious in this world of his!
▦ Elentia Acurion is more of a place with values and friendships and families and others, people don't learns something new everyday, a topic may stretch for over 9 years if possible, students don't even move classes and stay in one class with same students! And after school they get a few hours of sleep and then they go to their work, as days in LingDesu stretch for over 36 hours! They have more than enough time to get rest, do work have fun and other things! So he has more than enough time to be a teacher, lover, friend and help you focus on your schedules, just extra info for you all!!
▦ Izana is often always there with things to help you focus, he has different tricks by handling his students for so many years and before class 1:72, he had different students in his life as a teacher in a ancient country, which is located in present day China, maybe? He's not sure...What he is sure about is how you should pay attention to whatever you're doing, he is gonna make sure of it! Getting snacks which are meant to make your brain sharper or tea which i said to help you focus or maybe some break and getting some air!
▦ Izana sometimes himself finds it hard to focus, his number one plan is studying or doing his work with some of his students who are doing their own work, if you want he can do this, as long as nobody talks and everyone does their own work, despite being together, everyone is doing their own work and more often than not, all the 40 students along with some from class 2:74 also joins them as it often helps in focusing for them, except they have multiple tables as no way can they all fit in one, a table has maximum 8 students and everyone is sorted into doing their work and if they or you have question, you just ask or search it up without causing a commotion or causing a discussion as it causes everyone to lose tracks, it's honestly very fun and you're probably gonna join them everyday!
▦ Izana is honestly a very focus person, he can naturally do so as he doesn't really keep a lot on his mind, he jut jots down everything on a journal he carries, it was gifted by Zane to him, Zane used to find it hard to focus unless he wrote everything he had to do down and stick to it, he saw his sensei going through the same thing, so he gifted him one on Teacher's day!
▦ Oh and his students see him being so clingy with you despite not being a very clingy person, he's more on gift-giving, but he can handle all types of clingy people, he likes to hold hands while walking through Heopian fields, or maybe eating food together in the teacher's lounge, completely depends!
▦ But he really likes how you're so dumb, it's kind of funny, he has never had this much fun in decades, let me enjoy your air-headedness a bit, promise he'll be nice while doing it!! And if he's not being nice, just pinch him, he'll shut up :>>>>
▦ Oh and he can never get over how innocent you are, how are you so innocent, he is surprised, by this age nobody is innocent, but you are surprisingly! Don't worry, he will make some dirty comment, but then he will cover them up with many sweet comments so you don't ask any of the students what they mean...
▦ This also brings some type of protectiveness in the staff, they like to make sure you stay innocent, quite cute if you think about it!!
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Yandere Boarding school thoughts... (Gender Neutral)
18+ Minors DNI
Warnings: Multiple yanderes, non-con touching, dub-con, perverted thoughts, obsession, bullying, masturbation, aphrodisiacs, general perversion, dry-humping, voyeurism, controlling behaviors, typical yandere stuff, breeding, drug usage, horny posting.
(AN: I have rizz-en from my grave to be horny once more. All of these guys are avaliable for requests, but will be listed under the materlist simply as Yan!Boarding School.)
Background: Thinking about a Headmasters child!Reader at a private boarding school. For a Fem!Reader, perhaps you're just visiting daddy for the season while he's running the school, or maybe you've been bad, and need more supervision. For a Masc!Reader, it could be the same case, however, with Blackmoore Academy being an all male school, this opens up the availability for reader to be attending.
Student scenarios and profiles:
◇ Harrison Spence, star member of the swim steam, basketball player, and golden boy. Despite jock stereotypes, he's respectful and mature. He always looks out for others, and this lends to why your father suggests rooming with him. Plus... if anything were to happen, your father wouldn't hate to have him as a son in law. He's SOOO friendly when he meets you. Those big strong arms are perfectly suited to lug your bags upstairs to his room. Want help putting stuff away, sure! For a Fem!Reader, he's not suprised how awkward he is when he's unzipping your suitcase, only to be met with some thin lacy garments. He just coughs and backs off. For a Masc!Reader, he wears boxers too! So why does he still feel so hot. He should open a window.
He'll make sure you fit in around campus, mostly steering you in the direction of the athletics department. He'd love to see you at some of his games, cheering him on. You seem so nice, he could really seem himself with you long term, the more he thinks about crushing on you. Besides, you already share a living space. He feels awful about how his body reacts anytime you're too close. You left a jacket behind that smells just like you? He tries not to think about the consequences of fisting his cock into it. Late night out at one of his games? Who cares if you share a dorm and your bed is literally six feet away, it's too far of a walk. Slide into his bed, he's a gentleman. At least until he wakes up the next morning, mind foggy as he instinctively moves his cock up over the waist band, putting a leaky tip against your ass as he resists the urge to press his head into your neck, opting for a pillow instead. He's so, so sorry, but he's gott a deal with it, and you just feel so good. He rationalizes it by saying he's not just some horned up guy, no. You're his roommate, HIS. And what would the Headmasters think! No, he wants a future with you, romance, not just a warm hole to rut...
"Hey, roomie! Listen, practice is running kinda late tonight, so I'm gonna grab food on the way back. Why don't you text me your order, I can bring it back. We can make a whole thing out of it, no need to pay me back! I'm thinking burgers?"
◇ Carter Matthews, student body president, scholar, and in every AP class possible. Even some dumb ones. He doesn't pay much mind to you, you ate very attractive but so is he. If he felt the need for a relationship, he could get whomever he wanted. But he hates... hates how you make the other students, even some of the faculty act. He can't help but follow you around, making sure you obey curfew, and don't get into any trouble. He likes to keep order around here, and it bothers him to have to ignore his student body presidential duties to make sure some delinquent isn't trying to slip you a spiked drink, or some jock has you under the bleachers trying to get your mouth wrapped around their tips.
Eventually, he decides you could be helpful instead of a hinderance. He's busy, may need a form of stress relief, and given babysitting you when Harrison isn't around is one of the main sources of that stress, why shouldn't you help him out. Besides, you look so cute flustered. Maybe it starts small, he tells you your uniform bottoms aren't regulation, and while he tugs them down to 'fix' them, his hands wander a bit too much, grazing the soft skin of your ass. During random room inspections, he may let his hatred of the sports program taking up all the funding by mentioning how obvious it is your roommate wants to stick it in you. Harrison can't stand him, not trusting the cold creepy gaze of the prefect. He'll force you to come to student council meetings, under the guise of assisting him with preparing for a faculty dinner to appease your father, only to get you under his desk while he writes, trying to guide you with one stern hand. He doesn't like to go too deep, not one to enjoy gagging or unnecessary sound that would distract him from working.
"Keep it down." He scolds, cold eyes peering down through blonde bangs. With a sigh, his free hand strokes your cheek. "Just suckle, alright? There'll be plenty of time after I'm done for you to make sweet noises around my cock..."
◇ Evan Reed, CAPTAIN of the swim team, and student assistant PE coach. He's used to play basketball alongside Harrison, but got kicked out for being too violent. Shoving, pushing, and going as far as knocking teeth out. He's a fucking animal. He's handsome, of not a bit of a loner. He isn't popular or unpopular, people tend to leave him alone because of that bad boy attitude and his temper, but he's always welcome to party with the jocks, welcomed into parties and known as a keg-stand king. And boy do you catch his eyes, giving that your always hanging off Harrison, or being trailed by Carter. He's more than happy to accompany you to the pool or help you out in gym class, but it's obvious what he wants. He'll get up behind you in the pool, still smelling of cigarettes as he asks mundane questions while trying to pull your swimsuit to the side and get his hands on that sweet spot between your thighs. Or maybe he'll sit on the edge of the pool, congratulate you on how good your doing, legs spread as he pulls you between them, hoping you'll end up accidentally eyeing his cock. If you are a Masc!Reader, then there's definitely some internalized homophbia. He'll make sure you know these are just normal friend activities, even when he's got you bent over in the boys locker room, ass up. He doesn't EVER plan to be the one on the bottom.
He's a player, chasing tail outside of the school, hitting on peers sisters and mom's alike. But now, he plans to keep you around, not because he necessarily feels like he wants a romantic relationship with you, but because he loooooves how pissed it makes Harrison. He never liked the goody two-shoes, and half suspects he's one of the people who pushed to get him kicked out of basketball. He likes to pick on people, but Harrison sees himself as a knight in shining armor. So it gives Evan a major power boner to make you grind up against him on the dancefloor at some preppy party, while Harrison just has to stand by and not crush his beer can. Evan knows harrison will never, ever do anything to ruin your good guy image of him. Ever.
He's pissed, punching a locker as he let's out a growl. 4-0, what the fuck is wrong with his team? How could they get fucked over so bad after weeks of missing parties for shitty practices. Luckily for him, he sees you on the sidelines, probably waiting for Harrison to walk you back to your dorm. He takes this opportunity to slide up behind you, hands on your hips as you can feel his angry erection rutting up against your ass. "You. Me. Locker room, five minutes, stall three. Be ready, underwear off and bent over or I'll take you in front of the guys who are still changing? Got it?" He departs with a harsh smack on your rear.
◇ Joseph Mick, he's in the newspaper, but it's not like he's the head or anything. He just love photography, and he's the only guy at school to have really mastered the dark room. He's known to be a little... odd. He's the youngest in you and Harrisons class, with a petite stature and thin, lanky arms. He's pale, almost gaunt, but that could be a lack of sunlight given that he spends all his time in the dark room or toiling over photo arrangement mock-ups in the journalism room. People avoid him, but he's okay with that. He's more than happy to just watch from a distance, and photography is his real branch to the world. People only talk to him or react positively if he's taking photos for the paper or the school newsletter. He actually meets you at one of Evan's swim meets, he gets good seats for being student press, and you get good seats for just being Evan's new favorite piece of ass. Your aren't even sure why you were invited, you don't even know anything about how one wins a swimming competition. But Joseph does. He's been to enough of these, and you notice, so you lean over and start asking him questions. He's shocked someone is talking to him, and not about getting a bigger feature in the yearbook. He's more than happy to help point stuff out to you, even if he had to repeat himself or stutter his way through something. He's feeling his heart flutter and his hands shake so much so he can barely hold the camera. Soon, he's watching as you walk away, wishing he could grab onto you and hang you up on his wall to admire like one of his pictures. It's only made worse when he sees a pair of masculine arms dragging you into the boys locker room.
He's a stalker, but it's not his fault! For one, he's got no idea how to approach anyone, much less someone he likes as much as you. And since he's got that reputation as a creep, if he approached you in public, Harrison would be polite but firm at shooing him away, Carter would give him a look that makes him feel like a worm beneath his well polished shoes, and Evan would beat him to the brink of death, but then pass him over to his friends. But God, if he didn't think it was worth it sometimes to just be close to you. He can only get as close to you as his high-focus lens will allow. He's got hundreds of photos of you, some taken by him, some by campus security cams, and he treats each one like the piece that's gonna get him into a top art school. He almost feels bad taking risqué shots of you. He's always following you, and he sees the ways those... those pigs are treating you. If he could stand up to them, he would. He sees (from the cameras he's slipped into your bag) the boner Harrison is always sporting when he in your presence, he even caught a glance of Harrisons late night rendezvous with your pillow. He sees the way Carter leads you through the hallways like his little secretary, lithe fingers trying to get up your uniform bottoms. Worst of all is the way he sees Evan humping you in the pool like a dog in heat, with you obviously unsure about how you feel about this. He knows he'd treat you right, if you'd ever consider being with something like him. Notice he almost feels too bad to take risqué pictures. He can't help it if a picture or two from one of his hidden cams has a bit of an upskirt, or gets a little to zoomed in on your pecs. But know that as he drums humps the table in the dark room, those copies are only so he can keep one in his room and one on his person! He'd never, ever share your sexual exploits, not like Evan would, always bragging about what he does with, or more likely to you.
Being on the newspaper staff, he's got a pretty good idea of everyone's schedules. He's more than happy to try and squeak out some words to you if he knows your many admirers are preoccupied. Trust him, he knows A LOT of good spots to share a meal privately or maybe... maybe you'd like to see the dark room? He's even got a pillow in there, a cushion he can place on a soft stool in case you ever came to visit. He hopes he could get a private photoshoot in, maybe with some silly pictures of you, or even some lewd pics, he's just happy to see his collection expand. He doesn't have a lot of money, but he's more than happy to buy you as much cheap vending machine food as you want as long as you'll spend time with him.
"Oh, shi- hey! I didn't realize you'd be stopping by here. I'm just, uh, editing some photos for the paper." You don't notice as he slyly moves a tray of pics taken outside a dorm window that looks suspiciously like yours. He thanks whoever is out there in this moment that the dark room has a sink as he keeps his right hand out of sight.
◇ Tyler Mertz and Percy 'Pez' Goldberg, two outsiders, and self proclaimed 'dudes with bad tudes'. Put into the same headcanon spot because they aren't ever seen apart. Tyler and Pez got in on scholarship, and immediately bonded because they know they don't fit in among the rich kids at Ridgemoore. Tyler got in on a scholarship to pursue culinary excellence, because if he can do one thing, it's cook. Pez was awarded a scholarship by lottery two years ago, and even though he's barely passing most of his classes and is the biggest delinquent in school, he can't be kicked out. The school made too much of a big deal about his acceptance to create some good press, the faculty are planning to just wait the problem out. Repeating a year hasn't helped with that, though. Still, they are attached at the hip. Both struggle in classes, Pez because of a shitty social life and even shittier focus, and Tyler because he's just a little slow. Still, Tyler excels in cooking, and the faculty know he's trying. There's a few ways you might come across the pair. Maybe you decided to take culinary, and got paired up with a sweet, dopey guy who turns out to be a fucking MasterChef, or maybe your a brat!reader, like I mentioned earlier, and you meet Pez in detention, where he's glad to know the schools newest troublemaker is a looker too. Most likely, you come across them when either Evan makes you tag along to buy some weed and half-priced shitty beer for a post-game party, or Carter tells you he'll personally see to it that your father tethers you to him if he sees you talking to those 'deliquents'. Either way, they're probably some of the nicest guys in the school, even though Pez likes to fight. He's not a bad guy, but the school can't seem to recognize half of the shit he does is in retaliation to someone fucking with him or his friend.
Pez will like any kind of reader, any. If you're bratty!reader, he loves having someone to run around and bust shit up with. But he'll promise to leave the statue of your father alone, if that's what you want. If you're an innocent!reader, he can't deny he'd love to ruin that good guy/girl image you have going on. Smoke a little weed, sneak out a little, let him show you a good time. He promises he won't cross any lines or do something that would really scare or upset you. He's not a bad guy, he just wants to show you there's so much stuff out there to do. Unlike Joseph, he doesn't let the fact that others think he's a freak keep him from hanging with you. He wants them to see that you like him. HIM. He thinks your adorable no matter who you are, and frankly, snuggling up on the Headmasters kid is just another act of defiance he's happy to flaunt. Eventually, he might even open up to you about his shitty home life, and the fact he's only called Pez cause' when he's high that candy is all he wants to eat.
Tyler is a huge softie. He doesn't let the thing people say about him get to him, mostly because he's a bit dense in the moment to know he's being made fun of, but also because he's okay with being alone. He's happy with who he is, a nice guy. But, that doesn't mean he doesn't love his best buddy, or mind adding you to there little group. It's just one more mouth to feed in his eyes. He'll walk you to all your classes, slinging his big arms around you and keeping you close to his side. Unlike Pez, he grew up with a pretty loving family, and they're what he misses most about being away at boarding school. Most of the money he makes selling weed with Pez goes back to his family, but they don't really know how he makes it. He comes to see you and Pez as his new little family.
With these two, there will be lots of late nights with bad movies and pizza made from scratch. Being on some rundown couch squished between to large bodies, at least one set of arms wrapped around your waist. I think they both are pretty open about telling each other about the crush they have on you, given that they are best buds. These idiots probably got super high one night, and Tyler let slip that he, quote, 'thinks he wants to put a baby in you', to which Pez replies he'd like to put something along those lines in you too. It wouldn't be hard for them to both come to terms with wanting to share you, they share everything else. They just hope you'd want both of them, Pez and Tyler can't stand the thought of making things awkward by you only wanting one of them, so they both subtly try to transition you into the roll of being their partner.
Pez would be fucking fuming when he starts realizing the things boys at school are doing to you. Whether he witnesses it himself, or you come to him and Tyler seeking comfort, he'll pound the shit out of anyone who tries to touch you like that. If you like someone else, Pez wouldn't wail on them to eliminate a rival like Evan would, but rather he hands it over to Tyler. Tyler would come up with some rumors, maybe a reason the guy isn't right for you, and why would Tyler lie? He doesn't feel great about lying, but thinking about the things guys at this school do to you, fills the sweet chefs stomach with a bitter bile.
They wouldn't outright pressure you into sex, but rather try and find ways to coerce you into requesting or initiating it. Pez has some weed laced with something, nothing too strong, but it'll make even a nun feel a little frisky. He'll lay back or rub your thigh, hoping the weed will relax you enough to come out and say what you want. Maybe an aphrodisiac or two gets slipped into a warm drink Tyler made for you. It gets you feeling all hot, but don't worry, you can stay in their room overnight and wear their clothes, so they can... make sure you're not sick or anything.
"Hey," you can feel a pair of arms wrap around you from your spot at the library table. You look up and see Pez, with Tyler now playfully laying his head on the table beside you. "Heard that shithead Evan's got an away game, so it looks like your freed up after all to spend a little time with your favorite guys." His lips are dangerously close to your ear, making you squirm. "Yeah, man, we've got a bunch of movies n' shit from the store, and I'll even make your favorite. Stay the night, it's not like we've got anywhere to be tommorow, and my beds so cold..." Tyler teases playfully, eyes wide and feigning sadness.
All these boys make it difficult to get any alone time at Ridgemoor, but the men certainly don't make it easier... (Taboo part two with the faculty coming soon, because I'm horny for Dilfs and old men with questionable dynamics with reader.)
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You spread yourself as wide as you can, not knowing how broad your Ghost bf is, but wanting to give him enough room as he fucks his cock into your weeping walls.
The days breeze blows in through the open window, providing a bit of relief from the firey heat that runs along your skin as your Ghost bf forces more and more orgasms out of your battered cunt.
You whine, writhing against the bed as his massive dick stretches you out. Your pussy flutters around seemingly nothing, yet that wet squelch echos throughout the room with every rough thrust of your bfs hips.
Hands squeeze tightly at the sheets below you, needing to grab onto something, needing something to ground you as your bf takes you to new dimensions of pleasure. A ragged moan leaves you, hips now jolting with each plunge of his cock.
“Fuck! I-I wanna touch you. Want you so bad— God!” You exclaim, throat raw from your cries of ecstasy. The dull feeling of your hips meeting causes your head to spin.
Reaching out blindly behind you, your hand snags onto the sheer white curtain of your window. Through the fucked out fog within your mind, you slowly form an idea.
Before Ghost bf can react, you throw the curtain outward and as soon as it catches onto an unseen form, you wrap your arms around it and pull him closer. A low moan leaving you as his cock slips deeper inside of you.
A sharp gasp moves past your lips, eyes narrowing, swearing you can also almost see his features through the material. In his shock, Ghost bf stutters in his pace. Feeling your arms around him would’ve been enough to make him blush if he still could.
Spurned on by this new discovery, Ghost bf starts pounding into you, the pleasure of his length rutting its way along your walls now heightened by your touch on his skin and slight ability to see him. But you need more as you feel yourself about to reach your peak.
Pulling him further down, you kiss him without hesitation, your lips fitting together like two puzzle pieces. The thin curtain only adding to the tingles moving down your spine.
Ghost bf’s moan moves through the breeze as always, yet this time you can feel it too. Ghost bf immediately cums again as yours lips brush deeply against each other. You whimper as his spectral-cum shoots inside of you, body twitching before you follow right after, exploding all over his cock and your bed.
You both rock steadily against each other, drawing out your orgasms as you make out passionately. Not wanting to separate for a moment now that you’ve finally gotten to taste each other in this way.
But your bfs ghost cock can’t plug you up. Can’t keep you stuffed full of his cum so that not even a drop drips from your delectable pussy. But with these new findings your bf can’t pass up the opportunity to try. To finally force his cum to stay deep inside you.
More whimpers leave you as your bf pulls away and slips the curtain off his head. They’re quickly interrupted by a choking gasp as you feel him stuff as much of the curtain inside you as the curtain rod will allow. You both look down at your pussy with bated breath. When nothing leaks out, you smile and fall back down on the bed.
“That was… a good idea,” you say through breathless laughter. Not being able to help but grind into the texture of the curtain and stimulating yourself all over again.
Ghost bfs eyes darken as he looks down at you, wondering just what else that curtain can give you both access to. His cock twitches as it starts to come back to life.
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Motherhood
Yautja x Reader
Summary: After you gave birth to your son, it took you some time to get used to having a half-Yautja and half-human.
You felt sore all over.
You moved against the fur but your whole body felt sore.
You could hear your mate’s soft breathing, it immediately made you feel at ease.
Yet, something felt out of place.
As you stirred from your sleep, you sat up in your bed and looked around. Everything looked normal, except for one thing.
The little child who used to be under your heart was now in a crib beside you.
You looked at your mate, sleeping soundly beside you.
He got used to sleeping with you to the point where he didn’t even care anymore if you moved or woke up.
It wasn’t always like that.
He often woke up with you when he took you into his home, but he got gradually used to you being with him.
You moved over to the crib, leaving the warmth of your bed, you stood up and got your son out of his crib.
It was a little strange to call him your son, after all, he looked nothing like you.
He looked like a pure Yautja, except for his eyes, his eyes were yours.
He wasn’t sleeping when you lifted him out of his crib, instead, he was watching, learning.
You ignored all the pain in your body as you moved out of the bedroom and into what you would call a kitchen.
You got yourself a glass of water as you sat down on one of the chairs. With your child in your arms, you moved him so you could see his face.
He laid in your lap.
“Will you never cry?” But your Baby had no reply. Of course, he didn’t he wasn’t even a day old. You watched him as his eyes wandered from your eyes to your chest and hands.
You held a finger out to him, which caught his attention and he immediately grabbed it.
He continued to watch your finger as you smiled.
This little moment reminded you that even if he looked like a Yautja, he was still a baby.
Your baby.
This little boy in your lap was not so long ago in your stomach.
It was crazy to think about.
Your house felt a little too quiet, usually you were never up without your mate. So, this felt a little strange.
You looked at your son.
“How am I supposed to feed you?” You said as you lifted him, trying to see if he was hungry or not. He was, you didn’t know how, but you could tell.
You pulled your nightgown down and you didn’t know how, but he was a natural.
You watched as he fed.
He truly didn’t feel like your son. You looked after so many Yautja babies when you joined their tribe, this felt almost like one of those moments.
Except for the feeding part. Only a mother can feed their child.
And your son was no exception.
While he was born into a very high place in the hunting tribe, he was still your son.
A highly anticipated member.
Your Mate was the right had of the tribe leader, a high position with lots of responsibilities.
One of which was to bring a son into the world.
Which you just managed to do.
You had a pregnancy which left your body sore and your mate feared the worst, but thankfully, you were able to give birth without any major issues.
And now, here you were, holding him and feeding him.
Your thumb ran down his little cheek, right next to where his mandibles were.
“You are beautiful.” You smiled and the child just kept looking at you.
Once he finished eating you pulled your gown back and pulled him to your chest, laying him down.
Did Yautja babies even burp?
Guess you will find out soon.
He did burp.
A small little burp.
And soon, he was off again.
You got up from the chair and headed back to the bedroom.
You got in, the fire was still going, but now, your mate was up.
He looked at you then at your son in your arms.
“He was hungry.” You said as you put him back into his crib before climbing back on the furs.
You let out a long yawn before getting under the covers.
Your mate made a sound before laying back down himself. You lay down closer to him as he pulled you closer.
Maybe it was a difficult thing to give birth to a Yautja baby. Maybe it was difficult being married to one as well.
But you loved them both with all of your heart and that was enough, more than enough.
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a darling and a virgin | f. odair
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summary: you are a victor from district four, having just ended your first victory tour. after being confronted by president snow, you have no choice but to lose your virginity. luckily, your previous mentor is willing to provide some guidance.
pairing: finnick odair x reader
warnings: mentions of forced prostitution, angst, gentle smut, loss of virginity, fingering, lots of consent, praise, happy but also unhappy ending??, reader takes contraceptives.
notes: i’ve recently found that i’m incapable of writing short smut one shots so… i’m sorry y’all. love describing every detail too much.
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Your hands were clasped over the balcony railing of the penthouse you were spending the night in, the vibrant artificial lights of the Capitol burning your retinas as you overlooked the city. You had finally completed your first Victory Tour and were offered one more night in the Capitol to enjoy its ‘luxury’ and ‘generosity’ before returning to District Four in the morning.
For the past two weeks, you had read fabricated speeches to each District, resurfacing both your trauma from the Games and the families of the tributes you had murdered in the arena. The toll it was taking on you was heavy, but you managed to put on a splitting grin for every interview, speech, and disturbing congratulation. But not for your previous mentor, Finnick Odair.
Finnick had been there for you through the whole nightmare, even during the week before your Games. His support was unwavering which was one of the many reasons you had managed to survive from the moment you were Reaped to the end of the Tour. It was hard to tell when his mentorship had turned into something more complicated, but it had. It had become more about feelings than simply survival. Not a relationship per se, but not just a friendship either. You teetered on the line between the two, never crossing it and never discussing the fact that you were both aware of it either.
For six whole months.
When the final destination of the Tour came—the grand celebration at President Snow’s mansion—Finnick had told you it was the easiest part. All you had to do was manage a happy face, mingle with obnoxious Capitol citizens, and eat an abhorrent amount of food. He would have been right if you were a different person. If President Snow hadn’t demanded your singular presence at the end of the night.
You exhaled a shaky breath, watching the white mist drift into the light-polluted sky. The President’s words bounced around your head: Desirable… Customers... Family. The conversation played on a loop in your mind. You could remember the repugnant smell of roses, the overwhelming whiteness in the room, and the way his too-pleasant face lit up as fireworks exploded outside the window.
Shivers trickled down your spine, forming goosebumps that were borderline painful. The fact that you were on the ninetieth floor and wearing flimsy pyjama shorts and a thin long-sleeve shirt wasn’t helping either. The crisp wind blew against your body, but you had no intentions of moving to seek warmth. It felt appropriate to stay in the cold when your body would soon know nothing but unwelcome heat.
So lost in your spiralling thoughts, you failed to notice as another body silently took up space beside yours, warming up the side of your arm. This heat was welcome.
“Pretty cold out here.”
A startled gasp escaped your mouth. You straightened up and turned to the owner of the voice, only to find Finnick leaning against the railing, forearms over the edge the same as you.
“Sorry.” He chuckled. “I know my presence can be a little breathtaking sometimes. Nice shorts by the way.”
He turned his head turned to you, revealing his infamous flirtatious smirk. The dimples in his cheeks were prominent and charming. His bronze hair was perfectly dishevelled as usual, as if someone had purposefully placed each strand to give him the ‘sexy bed hair’ look. He was still wearing his white button-up and black trousers; the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows and a few buttons were undone, revealing his toned chest. The outfit had been accessorised with a metallic golden corset-like belt among other decorations that made him fit in with the Capitol crowd, but he must have taken them off. Now the outfit sort of resembled one that a boy would wear to a Reaping. Simple yet formal. Still gorgeous, not that he needed reminding.
Normally, you would retort with a snarky remark or, on the off occasion, flirt back, but instead, you resumed your previous position over the railings. You weren’t immune to Finnick’s charms; you praised anyone who was. You would usually be internally swooning at the sight of him, especially with the way he looked right now and his obvious flirting. But this night was much different. Flirting and swooning were at the back of your mind. All you could think about was your interaction with the president; the way his guards manhandled and escorted you to his study. The conversation that destroyed your hopes of a peaceful future.
Desirable. One word that sent ice coursing through your veins. Or snow, to be more poetic.
“I don’t think you’ve said a word since we got back,” said Finnick, still a hint of playfulness in his tone. He watched your gaze—eyes distant though not really seeing. It was clear something was wrong, so he continued, this time more softly. “You were gone during the fireworks.”
You remained unmoving, staring straight ahead at the city. Only when he uttered your name did he finally gain your attention. As you turned your head to face him, tears began to well up in your eyes.
Finnick noticed the silent distress in your expression and straightened up his stance. He towered over you, brows knitted together whilst his sea-green eyes flickered across your face, looking as if pieces were slowly falling together in his mind.
“He spoke with you, didn’t he?” he said. “Snow.”
To answer his question for you, a tear escaped your eye, but you were quick to swipe it away with a sniffle.
Your arms wound around your torso, hugging yourself as the words began flowing. “After I won my Games, when I was being crowned, he said something to me that I didn’t really understand." Your voice was gentle, just above a mere whisper. “Months passed and I’d forgotten all about it. Until now at least. He told me…” You swallowed the ache in your throat. “He told me, ‘I have big plans for you, Miss (L/N). I think you will be a very valuable asset to the Capitol citizens.’”
Finnick’s face had melted into an unreadable expression. His entire body turned to stone; it was like he was a marble statue portraying a Greek God. All of a sudden, he was sixteen again. He was in Snow’s study, being told that if he didn’t cooperate and essentially sell himself to the Capitol, his family would pay the price. And they did.
With a sad smile, you whispered, “I know what he meant now.”
Something inside him snapped and he broke from his stupor.
“No.” He vigorously shook his head. “He can’t do that. You can’t. I’ll go to him and—fuck!” His hand ran through his hair, making it even more dishevelled. The bright lights from the city were reflecting off his eyes, revealing the shine that was starting to gloss over them. “I can fix this for you, I swear I’ll—"
“Finnick.”
“He’s a fucking—”
“Finnick.” The plea in your voice ceased his panicked movements. He just stood there, looking completely and utterly helpless. You both did. Another tear slipped down your cheek as you stared at him, your voice wavering as you asked, “Can you hold me?”
He let out a breath as if the air had been knocked from his lungs and in one fell swoop, he stepped forward and pulled you into his arms. Silent tears began to flow more heavily, saturating his white shirt which he held you tightly against. There was a hand wrapped protectively around your lower back and another stroking the hair flowing over your neck.
You were certain Finnick let a few tears slip too because you could feel the cold breeze nip at the top of your head the slightest bit more. He mumbled the words “I’m so sorry” over and over into your hair but you just shook your head. You told him it wasn’t his fault, but he wouldn’t accept it. He had told you months ago about his arrangement with Snow. You couldn’t have imagined what it was like for him then, but you would be able to now. You would know every single little detail.
His embrace tightened as you turned your head and pressed your ear to his thumping chest.
The tears had stopped, and you managed to find your voice again. “Snow threatened to kill my family. What if the customers don’t think I’m good enough and he takes it out on them? I mean, I don’t have any experience.”
You remained silent, awaiting his response. When the hand stroking your hair halted, you realised your mistake. You realised what you had just admitted to him and mentally kicked yourself. Repeatedly.
Finnick moved both hands onto your forearms, gently pushing you away from him to get a clear view of your face. The surprise in his expression was enough to make you want to jump over the balcony ledge in embarrassment.
“You’re a virgin?”
Hearing the words out loud would have sent you over the edge—literally—if Finnick’s large hands weren’t wrapped around your arms. You tried to turn away from him, but his grip was unshakeable. Your eyes began to water again, and you felt pathetic.
“Hey,” he said tenderly as he tried to regain your eye contact. “It’s not a bad thing.”
Your distraught red-rimmed eyes snapped back to him. “Not a bad thing? Of course it’s a bad thing, Finnick! I have to give my body to a stranger despite never even having my first kiss! Let alone sex!” As you said the words, the full reality of your situation began to set in. Panic turned to sadness as you realised yet again, the Capitol was taking another innocence you thought was your own to give away. You looked down, your tone becoming quieter. “I thought my first time would be special. Or at least with someone I loved.”
God, you felt so embarrassed admitting that to him. Sure, a lot of your conversations were flirty and full of sensual banter. Sex, however, was not a topic that came up very frequently. You would never want to accidentally cross a line with Finnick, especially given what Snow forced upon him. So you liked to avoid the subject as much as possible. Now, it was inescapable.
He released his grip and sighed heavily, looking out toward the view as if he were deep in thought. The vivid city lights cast an unnatural hue on his usually golden-tanned skin; even now the Capitol was changing him into something he wasn’t. His eyes shut for a quick second before he reopened them and looked back at you. The only time he had looked this serious was the morning of your Games and the night you returned. It was a little intimidating.
His jaw ticked and his gaze bore down into your own. “Sweetheart, I’m going to ask you something,” he began, “and I want you to know you do not have to say ‘yes’ if you don’t want to, okay?”
Alright, now he was really starting to scare you.
“Okay,” you said warily.
The hardness on his face remained for a moment longer, but then his expression softened and became the most vulnerable you had ever seen.
His voice was gentle. “Do you want me to take your virginity?”
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You were sat on the edge of Finnick’s bed, toying with the black satin sheets with a frown. Your room didn’t get satin sheets. It was probably one of the benefits of being the Capitol Darling. Not that you envied him very much. He would probably be content with sleeping on a dirt floor if it meant he got his autonomy back.
Finnick was in the bathroom doing God knows what. You weren’t sure if he was trying to make himself more presentable or hyping himself up to have sex with you. The latter worried you. The last thing you wanted was to pressure him into something he didn’t want to do. Then again, he was the one who asked.
After you had told him “Yes, please”, he had tentatively but oh-so-gently taken your hand in his and guided you inside and to his room. Neither of you had spoken along the way; you just walked in silence toward something that would either ruin or deepen your relationship. Despite being two victors, this was still a mentor making sure his tribute stayed alive.
You heard the bathroom door slide open and looked up to see Finnick standing outside the door. Shirtless, pants still on, and towel in hand. It took everything in you to not stare at his perfectly sculptured torso, his equally toned arms, or his broad and muscular shoulders. Instead, your eyes met his for a split second before you returned to the satin sheets.
Blood rushed to your head and everything felt too real. Finnick Odair was standing before you, looking like an angel and willing to fu—
“You’re allowed to look, you know,” he chuckled.
But your gaze remained on the bed.
“I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”
“You won’t.’” He spread the towel on the bed, positioning it in the middle. Then he stopped his movements as he realised what you meant. “It’s not like that. I’m not being forced to do this. I want to.”
Your head snapped up and your heart leapt as those three words left his lips—I want to. For a second, you believed him, but then reasoning came to deflate your hopefulness.
“You wouldn’t want to if I weren’t in this situation.”
He let go of the towel, sitting down mere inches beside you, his eyes amused despite the solemn context. “And how do you know that?”
“Because…” you trailed off, searching your brain for an explanation only to find none. “Because.”
He smirked. “We need to work on your argumentative skills, sweetheart.”
A small smile worked its way across your lips. He returned it with a comforting smile of his own, though the sense of playfulness never left. It never really did and that was one of the things you admired most about him. Even in the darkest of situations, he was able to provide some light.
Rosy heat crept into your cheeks and you were forced to break eye contact again. Hiding how much he affected you was pointless now; if this was going to work out, you needed to be vulnerable with him. With each other. You looked down at the space between your bodies. His hand was resting on the bed beside him and soon enough, it was slowly creeping across the sheets over to your own. He gently brushed his fingers across your knuckles before sliding his hand beneath your palm and interlocking it with yours. You couldn’t help but notice how small your hand looked compared to his, feeling butterflies flutter around your stomach at the small observation.
The both of you silently watched your intertwined hands. That is until Finnick decided to speak up.
“I would,” he said ambiguously, caressing the side of your hand with his thumb. “I would still want to. Even in different circumstances.”
The blush on your face reddened even more; your cheeks were on fire at this point. Even in different circumstances. Was that his way of confessing… that he did have feelings for you? It wasn’t exactly explicit, but it was certainly implied. Oh god, you didn’t know what to think.
You didn’t bother to reply; words probably would have failed you anyway. You just gave his hand a slight squeeze in acknowledgement—well, it was more in appreciation. It was obvious how hard he was trying to make you feel comfortable, but no matter how hard he tried, you couldn’t shake the nerves that were rattling your entire being.
Sex was a pretty big milestone—to you, at least—and here you were, on the precipice with someone you trusted with your life. Did you love Finnick? You weren’t sure. What you did know was that your feelings for him were deep, and even though neither of you had ever clearly confessed to each other, you knew he felt something for you too. Which made everything all the more daunting.
“Are you nervous?” he asked softly.
You nodded.
“We still don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
You shook your head, lifting your gaze to his. “No, I—”
His eyebrows pulled inwards, awaiting your answer. His eyes were so inviting and full of understanding, if you hadn’t lost the ability to form full sentences, you would have found yourself spilling all your secrets to him. He was so patient with you. So good. You had to rethink your uncertainty about loving him.
“I…” you tried again. Your eyes flickered back and forth from his sea-green eyes to his soft, pink lips. As shameful as it felt to admit, you had imagined what it would feel like to have his lips on yours many times before. Usually right before you went to sleep. Never would you have thought the day would come when it would actually happen.
He was still caressing the side of your palm, silently reassuring you, encouraging you to communicate with him. You sighed, closing your eyes. If he wanted you to communicate, then you would.
“Finnick,” you whispered. “Kiss me.”
Your words drifted into the air, stilling everything in the room—the air, Finnick’s hand. Your heart. He just stared at you, unblinking, unmoving, like someone had hit pause on the television at the tensest moment. The tension was tearing you apart and you almost got up and left the room. But you didn’t. Because suddenly, the sides of your face were cupped by large hands and his lips were on yours.
Finnick Odair was kissing you.
His lips pressed against yours once more in one long close-mouthed kiss before leaving again. Shock came and left within seconds and you found the courage to copy his actions. Your lips locked perfectly onto his, remaining still, enjoying the pressure and tingly warmth of simply having them connected. Then your lips moved to kiss him again. And again, and again until soon enough, his tongue had slyly slid into your mouth and you had somehow instantaneously become a master at French kissing.
This kiss felt familiar, despite it being your first. Like something you had done millions of times before, but only with him. Like having his lips on yours was the most natural thing to ever exist.
A hand moved onto your waist and suddenly you were being pulled onto his lap, legs straddling his lap. Your hands fell on his chest, mindlessly wandering and feeling the toned muscles ripple underneath your palms as he pulled you closer by the neck to deepen the kiss. Damn the people of the Capitol, but they were right to say he was an incredible kisser.
“Finn,” you huffed in between kisses, “have you got a rock in your pants?”
He pecked your lips once more with a smirk, resting his forehead against yours as you both attempted to catch your breaths. “No,” he chuckled. “I’ve just got a beautiful girl on my lap.”
Your eyes opened to see him grinning at you with mischief. Oh.
“Is that okay?” he asked.
You nodded jerkily. “Ye—Yes, that’s okay.”
“Okay, good.”
Biting your lip, you looked down between your bodies. Curiously, you rocked your hips along the length of his lap once, earning a quiet grunt from him.
He tucked a lock of hair behind your ear. “Careful,” his voice was low, tempting.
And of course, in full defiance, you did it again. His warning was a bluff. He made no real action to prevent you from grinding any further on his erection, so you kept moving, and he kept revealing how good it made him feel. The thin fabric of your shorts created a little barrier between his hard lap and the growing sensitivity between your thighs.
Meanwhile, you found yourself never wanting to be parted from Finnick’s lips. With every rock of your hips, your hands ran over every inch of his upper body, eventually settling in his hair. The way he kissed reminded you of stories of District Twelve. A district full of hunger and desperation. Only what Finnick was craving wasn’t the fullness of food in his stomach, but the desire to devour you whole. To ravage you. And by God, would you give anything to satiate him.
Forget what you thought before. This wasn’t just a victor keeping his tribute alive. As clear as the sea on a sunny day, this was a man giving himself over to a woman he loved. You. Finnick loved you.
When you pulled back to tentatively lift your shirt over your head, his eyes stayed on yours. Your breasts were literally bare and he just continued to scan the features of your face. However, you did notice the subtle shift in his breathing.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, stroking the side of your breast.
A shy, cheek-warming smile crept on your face and then suddenly, Finnick was rolling you over. Your head fell back onto the soft silk pillows, Finnick hovering above you. This position remained for a long while, the time spent simply kissing each other, alternating between deep tongue-filled kisses and soft sweet pecks. There were moments when you both stopped to flirt or giggle. These were the times you entirely forgot the whole reason you were doing this in the first place.
It was just you and Finnick. Two new lovers in a perfect world.
After a while, your lips had swollen with warm, passionate heat. You were flushed and you didn’t even need to look to know your hair was already a tangled mess. But you didn’t care.
One of Finnick’s hands had begun to wander down your stomach, breaking the established pattern of merely making out. You knew what was coming and surprisingly, you weren’t afraid. Unlike outside the penthouse apartment, there was no danger. Not in this room, in this bed, or in the hands that caressed you. He grazed across the skin beneath your belly button, causing your body to flinch up into his.
Of course, he smirked at that—the smug asshole.
He returned to your lips before lowering down to your neck and sucking soft, red marks into your fragile skin. His fingers found the edge of your waistband. At this point, you were already breathing like a marathoner.
His lips detached from your neck. “Can Itouch you?”
“Yes, please,” you breathed.
As he travelled down, down beneath your waistband, he pecked your reddened lips once more. A soft gasp escaped you and warmth tingled between your thighs. His fingers were gentle as he began circling that sweet, sensitive spot only you had ever touched. Having someone else touch you felt so much more different, so much more exquisite. Your body responded to his touch immediately, hips following each movement of his fingers, breaths quickening in pace.
Finnick gazed down at you, observing each pleasured twist of your expression. He began to pick up the pace as he noticed your body familiarising itself with the sensation. More pressure was applied and the gasps leaving your mouth were gradually turning into quiet moans.
“This feel okay?” he asked. Obviously, he knew the answer, but after years of having others take advantage of him, he couldn’t help but want to hear your willingness. Your consent.
But you weren’t sure if the words could form. Everything felt like it was vibrating. All you could do was focus on the pleasure his fingers were building.
“Come on, sweetheart. You can tell me.”
His voice had taken on that seductive purr he was well-known for and you just couldn’t deny him. It took everything inside you to muster up the words. “It—it feels so good.”
He smiled and pressed a kiss to your forehead. The gesture was so sweet, you could have cried. So sweet even with his hand stroking between your legs and his hard cock pressing against your thigh. Time slowed as his fingers sped up. Muscles in your stomach were tightening. Your insides were churning—not like when you first entered your Games’ arena, but in the best way possible. It was a sensation you had never felt before, but before it could build any more, Finnick’s hand stilled. And you genuinely whined at the loss of friction.
Then his hand moved even lower, resting a singular finger over your slick entrance. Your eyes were wide, unsure of how to feel with the sudden turn of events.
Finnick’s eyes flickered between your own. "You trust me?”
You weren’t sure if an easier question existed. “I do.”
And his lips were on yours again, deep and sensual. His tongue rolled over your own, pushing forward and then retreating in a perfect rhythm. He almost successfully distracted you from the feeling of his middle finger sinking into you knuckle-by-knuckle. Some sort of sound resembling a mix of discomfort and surprise vibrated in your throat as his finger bottomed out.
There wasn’t much pain. It was just an odd feeling.
Your lips parted from his and he looked down at you, his eyes holding an immense amount of security as he communicated through your shared gaze.
Does it hurt?
You gave him a gentle smile. No. Keep touching me.
He returned your smile with a grin. Gladly.
His buried finger curled, shooting a sharp pang up into your stomach which caused your back to arch up against his bare torso. Whether you considered it painful or pleasurable was uncertain. Perhaps a mix of both. He did it again. This time you settled on describing it as a tight twinge in your lower stomach which sent a wave of chills down your legs. Definitely pleasurable. Only, he stopped indulging you with the sensation after the second time.
Instead, you felt another finger slowly slip inside you and whimpered. Now that hurt. You felt your inner walls stretch with the second addition and it stung. Especially when he began to scissor his fingers inside you. This was him preparing you for the real deal. How you were supposed to have Finnick inside you when just his fingers had you stuffed was incomprehensible. But you allowed him to keep going, trying to enjoy the comforting kisses he pampered onto you.
“You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” he said.
Your hands moved to push back his messy bronze hair as he hovered above you. His dimples deepened with a grin and you swore you would endure any pain to keep them etched on his face. After he deemed you stretched out enough, he slowly rose to his knees, unbuttoning his trousers and throwing them aside. You couldn’t do anything but stare. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
The way you gulped was almost cartoonish. How the hell was he supposed to fit? You had never seen a man naked before—you weren’t even sure Finnick was human. He had a body sculptured by the Gods, a face carved by angels, and a… well, let’s just say he didn’t disappoint in any other areas. You weren’t sure if the smug look on his face was real or a carefully curated mask created for his Capitol customers. By the way it quickly washed away, you could tell it was the latter.
He began sliding your shorts down your legs, tossing them to the floor. Suddenly, you felt extremely vulnerable. Almost inferior. Your knees fell together, concealing the most private part of yourself from him. You avoided his gaze, cheeks becoming red and hot as he observed your naked frame. He had a way of looking at you as if you were a long-forgotten masterpiece, rediscovered from centuries of being lost. No one had looked at you like that before him.
Gently, he pried apart your legs and you didn’t bother trying to resist. Only when he descended and settled between your legs did the insecurity dwindle into the background of your mind. Your naked bodies were hot against each other. His weight pinned you against the bed. Everything that was yours touched all that was his. You thought this experience would feel like a dream, but it all felt so real. You were nervous, you were trembling, and your breaths were shaky.
Finnick was quick to recognise the nervousness radiating off you. His arm curled beneath you, somehow pulling you even closer, meanwhile, his other arm rested beside your head. He brushed strands of hair away from your face, soothing you with his tender touch.
“Tell me to stop and I will.”
You nodded. You wanted this—wanted Finnick. It was just the anticipation that was killing you. Your thighs squeezed his sides to tell him you were ready. For a few moments longer, he restarted the pattern of sweet kisses, rolling tongues, and the warmth of blood rushing to your head. His hand was caressing your cheek; yours were splayed on his back, gliding over the rippled muscles.
Then finally, he shifted, his hand moving south to align himself with your entrance. All you could do was watch his focused expression. This was the moment. The threshold of your relationship would be crossed as soon as he pushed forward. There was no one else you wanted to share the experience with because you knew this wasn’t just sex. Not for him or for you; it was more than that. Something bordering spiritual, breaking the bounds of physical pleasure and entering into a deep emotional connection. Something no paying customer of the Capitol could provide.
He was gazing down at you, half-cradling your head as he began to say, “Are you su—" But before he could finish, you had pressed your lips to his, answering his question. You were sure. He nodded in response.
His eyes were hesitant he began to push his tip between your folds. Your fingers dug into his back, more from anxiety than anything else. It became a game of stopping and starting as he moved deeper inside inch-by-inch, allowing your walls time to adjust around him. Never had you seen someone’s face filled with so many emotions—concentration, controlled gratification, affection. So many feelings twisted his expression. Meanwhile, yours held only one. Discomfort. He was so big; you felt like you were being split apart and he wasn’t even fully inside yet.
Finally, when his pelvis connected with yours, you exhaled a heavy breath. It hurt. Bad. Finnick had the right idea to lay down a towel because you definitely needed it. He had you filled to the brim, stretched out and stuffed. Even the slightest shift in his position had your hands flying to his shoulders in pain.
“Are you alright?” he asked.
“Yes, just—” You bit your lip in an attempt to suppress a whimper. “Just go slow.”
He nodded. You smiled. Then for some odd reason, you laughed. And then so did he. Finnick’s face fell into the crook of your neck, muffling his boyish laughs into your skin. The added movements had your insides dully aching, but you didn’t pay it much attention. The moment was so innocently intimate that you wanted to stay in it forever. He lifted his head to press his grinning lips to yours and the laughter began to dissipate. Your mouths moved slowly together, full of heat and fervent emotion, and suddenly, Finnick’s body began to move too.
Careful as not to harm you, he slid himself backward in one slow motion and then pushed forward again in another. Pain stung at your inner walls and your lips left his as a gasp escaped your mouth. You were tempted to close your eyes whilst riding out the discomfort but couldn’t bring yourself to look away from Finnick’s face. He was so mesmerizingly beautiful.
His cheeks were a baby pink. Lips were a rosy red. There was a thin sheen covering his forehead, slightly wrinkled by his furrowed brows. Those messy bronze locks you adored so much fell in strands across his forehead. The evident concentration and care on his face just made him look all the more picturesque.
While you admired his features, you started to notice the pain accompanying his slow thrusts was becoming more tolerable. There was still a sting, but also a dull twinge in your stomach that had you biting your bottom lip. It felt sort of… nice. And you wanted to experiment with that feeling.
Your hands were hooked around his shoulders. “Faster.”
Are you sure? His lustful eyes spoke.
You pulled him back down to your mouth. Absolutely.
And so, his hips started to rock back and forth at a faster pace. You could feel yourself clench around his cock from the change of rhythm but forced yourself to relax. He thrust in and out, rubbing against the ripples of your walls, tip brushing at a spot inside you that was anything but pain. That is what you focused on—that one sweet spot.
Time went on and he gradually increased his speed. Your lips were swollen and red, no doubt from the way he would nip and suck on your bottom lip in between each flick of his tongue. His breaths were coming out louder, heavier, as were your own. Soon enough, you were in a rhythm that was both pleasurable for him and for you. The pain lingered but it was no longer unbearable. A shudder ran down your body and your pussy fluttered around him. Finnick broke away from your lips with a breathy groan that you swore you could feel in the pit of your stomach.
“Fuck,” he breathed.
His thrusts became a little faster, a little more painful. A hand slipped down between your bodies and the pain faded quicker than it came. He was rubbing circles around your clit, occasionally running his fingers across it which caused you to lurch upward. All of a sudden, you came to the realisation that everything bad that had been clouding your mind had disappeared. The ache, the confrontation with Snow. Everything. The only thing you could focus on was the pleasure slowly building between your thighs and in your stomach. And Finnick. His tantalising eyes. His wicked mouth. His throbbing cock.
People always said your first time would be horrible; this was anything but. Maybe it had to do with the fact that you… loved him? Yeah, you loved him. Also because he was something of an expert at sex. You were in a pretty unlucky predicament but having Finnick willingly fucking you was a blessing.
His fingers were relentless, applying the perfect amount of pleasure that had you writhing beneath him. And added with the sensation of his cock repeatedly hitting that spot inside you, your uneven breaths turned into soft moans. He fucked, he rubbed, he nipped and sucked at the delicate skin of your neck. Heat was enveloping your entire body.
“Finnick,” you moaned.
“I know, sweetheart. I know.” His voice was strained and hoarse.
His hand left your clit, hooking around your thigh, and curling it around his back so he could thrust even deeper. He restarted his rhythm of rubbing circles, but his thrusts felt different. Instead of just brushing that sensitiveness deep inside you, he was mercilessly hitting it. Over and over. Your moans were louder now; Finnick was more vocal too, grunting and occasionally uttering words of praise.
This went on for a while. His stamina was incredible—if you had a moment to think, you would have realised the depressing reasoning behind it. But you couldn’t think at all. Your heel was digging into his back; nails scratching at his skin. Both of you had a layer of sweat covering your bodies, skin wet, slapping and sliding over one another. Your pheromones had filled the room with the smell of sex, driving your need to finish.
Finnick’s mouth had been everywhere at this point. Your lips, your neck, shoulders, and breasts. Everywhere except your pussy, not that it really mattered anymore.
It was hard for you to comprehend how fucking amazing the sensations you felt were. There was heat and pressure pooling in your stomach, increasing at a slow pace, and growing more powerful by the minute. Finnick’s hips moved at a steady pace, but his hand had begun to slow. Even he had to succumb to fatigue at some point. He sounded like he had run for miles though was obviously pushing himself on for your benefit.
Instead of ceasing his tiring hand movements entirely, he switched hands. And that was when the heat in your stomach turned into a blazing inferno. He was much faster now. Applied more pressure. Your head fell back against the pillow with a cry. His cock was throbbing inside you at the sound.
“That feel good? Huh?” he practically moaned.
He left kisses across the stretch of your neck, running his tongue over the skin and leaving behind red marks.
“Yes!” you cried out.
Your entire body felt like it was being dipped into a white-hot flame of pleasure and the feeling was only increasing. It was clear Finnick felt the same way. His thrusts were becoming more frantic, he was cursing left and right, and he was practically pulsing inside you.
The heat in your stomach was overwhelming but you needed more.
“Finnick, I feel—I feel—” You couldn’t even describe it.
Finnick nodded, breathing heavily above you. God, he looked gorgeous. “You’re gonna come.”
Your half-lidded needy eyes met his. Something about him saying those words sent a wave of acceleration through your body. You hadn’t known what the edge was until you were on the brink of coming, and there was no stopping it. His cock plunged in and out, pushing deep inside you, practically rocketing your orgasm to the surface with each thrust. His fingers moved at such an intense pace you didn’t even know was physically possible.
As your eyes fluttered shut, your mouth fell open and every frantic breath, moan, and cry was able to escape. Finnick had the same problem. Fuck, he sounded so sexy, it only spurred you on.
Then it hit you all at once. “Fu—"
Every inch of your body tensed. You were sent into a space where white noise filled your hearing and bliss was all you knew. No pain. No sadness. Just ecstasy. Electric sparks jolted up and down your body, rising to your head, and causing you to see stars behind your closed eyes. Your moans were uncontrollable and desperate, voicing Finnick’s name over and over.
His thrusts were frenzied and sloppy, prolonging your orgasm as long as he could. He had lifted your lower back into an arch, enhancing the sensation coursing through your body. Your walls were clenching and pulsing around him, so much that he was abruptly thrown into his own high. His hips stuttered and eventually, his cock filled you as deep as he could, spurting out warm strings of white that coated your inner walls.
He collapsed on top of you, face buried in the crook of your neck. Your fingers wound into his hair, clinging to him as the aftershocks of your orgasm ravaged your body. Legs trembling and mouth panting, you lay there allowing yourself to regain your breath and ability to move.
After pressing a lazy kiss to your neck, Finnick slid off you, falling onto the bed beside you. Hopefully the towel was enough to save the silk sheets.
Now that you were resting, exhaustion had the chance to cloud your mind. You weren’t sure what the customs were after sex—whether you made conversation or simply went to sleep. The latter sounded pretty good though. A warm hand slipped beneath your back, turning your body sideways and pulling you so you were half strewn across Finnick’s chest and legs. You made no effort to resist.
Eyes closed, you listened to the heart beating inside his ribs. Thrumming intensely though starting to return to a normal rate.
“Are you okay?” he asked with a murmur, sounding utterly drained.
His thumb drew gentle patterns on the skin of your waist.
You nodded against his chest, remaining silent. After a little while you finally decided to speak. “I’m glad it was you.” And then after a few more moments of silence, you added, “I wish it was just you.”
You felt him press his lips to the top of your head. A long and emotional kiss. The whole reasoning behind losing your virginity returned to mind. It felt heavy, weighing down the atmosphere in the room. No matter how hard you tried to deny it, what was coming was inevitable. You wouldn’t get to stay with Finnick in this bed. You wouldn’t get to belong to him, or he you. You both belonged to the Capitol. To Snow. No matter how much you wished to belong to each other.
He whispered, “Me too.”
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I saw your cow and bull hybrids post and it got me wondering. How would the hybrids take care of pregnant reader. [Both Cows and Bulls] Like during the pregnancy and after the baby/babies are born.
The bull hybrids are pretty much banned from handling you once you’re past 3 months. The cow hybrids will charge at them, stopping and huffing until they back off.
This is because the bulls are way too strong! They could end up hurting you unintentionally, which would put the calf in your belly in danger!
The cows and farmer are your main caretakers, with a doctor coming to check on you monthly. It’s not easy, the bulls are incredibly protective over you and will absolutely impale anyone that they deem suspicious or dangerous to you and the calf with their horns.
The cows spend most of their time fussing over you, keeping you fed and warm at all times. The cows also like to keep you sat on their cocks, cooing and rubbing your belly and filling you up with lots of cum!
This makes the bulls very jealous… but it can’t be helped. Even at their most gentle, sex with the bulls is far rougher than sex with a human.
They’re all determined to keep you safe and content, and once they know you’re pregnant, you aren’t leaving the farm. Once you’re near the birth of the calf, they won’t even let you out of the barn! There’s always a hand on your belly, a cow nuzzling into you and mooing softly.
Once the calf is born, their protective nature only sky rockets. No one outside of the barn is allowed to touch the calf besides the farmer and doctor. If the bulls sense a threat, they deal with it immediately.
It’s not recommended to go near the barn after their mate has given birth… but with you being a fragile human, it’s even worse. They see you as a runt, a little thing in need of protecting.
The bulls are eager to start milking you after the birth, and become frustrated when you scold them and only want to feed the baby.
It’s not long before you’re knocked up again. Only a few months after giving birth, you’re getting stuffed full of cum front both bulls and hybrids, your pussy puffy and swollen from abuse. They just can’t help it, you’re so lovely and soft… you’re tight and warm and make them so horny!! They can’t resist your scent!
You should just get used to being their breeding cow… they’ll pamper you and treat you like a princess, all you have to do is be a good girl and let them fuck another calf into you.
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summary: rafe who protects maybank!reader from luke bc jj is too busy finding gold to protect his sister
tw: parental abuse, mention of drugs, rafes sweet but kinda demanding
word count: 526
you covered a shift working at the wreck because kie could never be bothered to take a shift at her dad’s restaurant, too busy running around the island trying to find whatever gold bullshit that john b has got your brother’s friends and him hung up on. you call jj, overwhelmed from the morning of dealing with your father luke’s fit of rage.
“are you gonna be home tonight? dad just bought a bunch of drugs from barry’s and i don’t want to be alone. i’m scared.”
“sis, you know i love ya, but do you want our lives to get better or not? i’m tryna get us out of this hell, alright? so just stay in your room and don’t come out. love ya, bye.”
he hung up before you could squeeze in another cry for help. just as your salty tears fall, rafe cameron motions you over to give him his bill. you wipe your tears away and give him the fakest smile. he orders you to sit in the opposite empty chair.
“are you alright, sweetheart? i heard that. you know, i know your dad’s a druggie dick. i’ve seen him at barry’s. I gotta get you out of that house. i see your bruises. you know all that makeup doesn’t cover it.” he grabs your arm and rolls up your sleeve, showing your bruise from your father. you, flustered, pull away as his tone was demanding.
before you could even respond, kie’s words ring in your ears: “rafe cameron wouldn’t be caught dead eating here, especially alone. he usually spends his time at the country club. to a kook like him, the wreck is a dump. but ever since you started working there, he always sits at the same table almost every day, staring at you your whole shift, and if you aren’t his waitress, he makes a huge fuss. he’s so sweet to you, always.”
“rafe, really, i’m alright. don’t worry about me.”
“stay at mine tonight, y/n. i’ll take care of you.” he sets 1000 dollars down on the table. he usually gives you a 100 or 200 dollar tip but never this much. you barely know rafe.
“rafe, no. i can’t take this. i don’t even know… uh, uh, rafe, i can’t.”
“stop mumbling and take it. your dad spends all his money on drugs and your brother’s too goddamn worried about god knows what to even be home to take care of you. so i’m going to man up and protect you, okay? so shut up.”
that night after your shift, you stay at rafe’s house. he lets you stay in sarah’s room since the camerons are away. for the first time in ages, you finally relax, safe from your abusive father. you fall asleep almost instantly, exhausted from the stress. rafe makes sure you’re comfortable, checking on you throughout the night. when you wake up in the morning, you find a note and breakfast waiting for you. the note reads:
“good morning, sweetheart. had to run some errands. i know we’re very different but i know what you’re going through. stay as long as you need. you’re safe here. - rafe.”
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