#as much as the idea of hiccup getting married was always a little off to me it was more the romantic angle

[seaglassdinosaur]

I know we collectively agree that Hiccup isn’t romantically inclined, and his getting married and having kids didn’t make sense in the epilogue, but consider: Hiccup getting married for political reasons.

It’s a marriage of alliance, which is recognized both by him and his partner, and they enter it without expectations of romantic involvement. Since they’re now married, they live in the same castle, spend time together, and Hiccup finds he really likes his spouse. They’re funny, get along with his friends, and has the same interests and values. They both probably speak multiple languages. She understands why Hiccup is so dedicated to making the Wilderwest better, and holds similar views. She’s a good politician (her job after all, was to be an ambassador). Hiccup likes spending time with them, and the feeling is mutual. They’re not in love, they have their own lives, but they’re dedicated to each other and eventually decide to raise children. They teach their kids how to train hawks and hunt with dragons, riding, history, the Languages, and all the necessary skills of their world. They’re not in love and they’re happy together.

#pushing the aromantic hiccup agenda and also the queerplatonic agenda #as much as the idea of hiccup getting married was always a little off to me it was more the romantic angle #which I why I like the idea of a marriage of alliance and a partner who understands that #and then of course the montage of them being a good team and getting along #and going ‘yeah I like this person. I think this is the person I want to spend my life with.’ #also a) a lot of arranged political marriages did have the foreign spouse function as an ambassador #b) polyglot hiccup is canon and I think it would be neat if his spouse was as well. it is a marriage alliance after all. #she isn’t from the small area of berm #(actually give all the Vikings regional accents. I think it’s neat) #c) she/they because I didn’t feel firmly about the partner’s gender and the nords were pretty gender diverse #anyway I think the partner would probably be fond of the library and admire hiccup got it open way back when #get along with Fishlegs and camicazi well enough #and enjoy dramatic stories of their adventures. maybe have some of her own #also: normalize people having their own lives outside their partners. hiccup and they are happy together but also have their own friends #oh and you know hiccup would be a great dad. he loves Stoick but he would so much be the dad he wished he had growing up #are the kids bio related? are they adopted (cast off and No Names)? who knows! #I could build in my head what hiccup’s spouse is like but I’ll leave it here #they exist as we construct them #httyd #httyd books #my post #book!hiccup #hiccup the third #hiccup horrendous haddock iii #book hiccup

[ksywoo]

svt leaders leaving you a fluffy drunk voicemail??

SVT leaders leaving you drunk voicemail

pairing: choi seungcheol x reader, kwon soongyoung x reader, lee jihoon x reader (separate) pronouns: not specified word count: 2.3k (total) genre: fluff, so fluffy, established relationship in cheols, confessions in hoshis and woozis, some of them are very pouty, overall lots of simpery from the leaders, drunk woozi is pissed he has a crush /hj, can be read as idol or non-idol svt warnings: all three leaders are drunk/tipsy, no mention of reader with alcohol, cheol and soonyoung talk about wanting to get married note: this was requested right before cheers came out, great timing anon, also adorable request I had so much fun writing this ehhehe definitely have more ideas for this type of thing so let me know if y'all want this with other members !!! just make sure to check guidelines before requesting :)

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choi seungcheol

You just finished a long day and, knowing your boyfriend was at a meeting this evening, you decided to head straight home. You missed Seungcheol, but you knew work was important and his meetings were necessary. He was always incredibly stressed because he felt like he needed to be giving ideas and making sure all the members agreed on decisions. He took too much weight and responsibility for the group’s success when he didn’t need to. 

You decided to try calling him, hoping he was done early and would have time to see you and comfort each other after your long days. There was a voicemail from him, only an hour old. You must have been getting ready for bed when he tried calling. You called him back but when he didn't respond, you listened to the voicemail to see what he needed. 

The first thing you heard was your name slurred from his lips. “Hi,” he giggled. 

At first, you were kind of annoyed. Here you were, missing your boyfriend after a long day, and it turns out he’s drunk with his friends. You forgot how sometimes their meetings were much more casual than formal. 

“I miss you so much. I know I saw you – hiccup – this morning, but – hiccup – that was so long ago.” You could practically see the pout on his lips as he spoke with a slight whine, and you felt your anger melt away. You sat down on your bed, continuing to listen to his voice. “We-we had our meeting and then the boys wanted to go out to dinner and I was like – hiccup – I wanted to but I also really really really really really miss you. But then one of them… one of them told me I wasn’t being a good leader by not going so…” he trailed off and you immediately forgave him, even though that wasn’t what he was asking for. 

“But now we’re drinking and all I can think about is how much I miss you,” he continued. “I think I’m getting old because I’d rather be snuggled up at home with my partner than be out drinking with the boys. When did I become such an adult? I guess we are adults. Hey, we should get married. I mean it. I want to marry you, Y/n. We could have a cute little home and maybe even kids if you want, or like, a pet. Cause then maybe you wouldn’t be as mad at me when I do go drinking with the boys instead of staying home with you because I’m sure you’re probably mad as hell at me right now. You had a lot going on today and probably just wanted to fall asleep with me. I do, too. I wanted to just go to bed and cuddle with you. I’m sorry. I’ll come home. I’m gonna find Mingyu and make him take me home. I love you.” The voicemail ended abruptly in the middle of his next sentence as if he forgot what he was doing. 

As if on cue, you heard your front door open and two pairs of feet stumble in. You quickly followed the sound, trying to not dwell on how much Cheol said he wanted to marry you (you were definitely going to talk about that with him). 

“My love!” Cheol cheered softly at your appearance. 

Mingyu was holding the shorter’s shoulders, steering him inside the house with difficulty. 

“Thanks, Mingyu. Sorry if he was a lot. He left me a voicemail and he sounds… drunk.”

“Blame Jeonghan for starting a drinking competition and saying he wasn’t a good example if he didn’t participate in bonding activities.” 

“I’m going to kill him,” you promised with no real threat as you held Cheol’s arm to help him walk. “I got him, Gyu, you can go home. You need sleep too.” 

“Thanks, Y/n. Have a good night, I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” 

“See you,” you smiled at him, waiting for the door to close so you could lock it behind him. You turned to Cheol, who was staring at you with a goofily in love smile. 

You shook your head. “I’m going to marry you,” you said as if it was a burden that didn’t make your heart flutter. 

kwon soonyoung 

You smiled at your phone, knowing your friend Soonyoung was out with your friends for a celebration you couldn’t attend because you had to work. You had to let it ring out in favor of keeping your job. It made you a little sad because you loved talking to drunk Soonyoung; he was so openly flirty and extra endearing because he got sleepy quickly. You hoped he didn’t need anything but trusted that the boys were responsible enough to have one of them sober and looking after the others. 

When your shift finally ended, you listened to the voicemail Soonyoung had left you, expecting to have plenty of blackmail material to use on him later. 

It started with him softly calling your name. “Heeeyy,” he slurred before giggling. “I’m not allowed to call you because Wonwoo says I’m gonna say something I’ll regret but you know me better than anyone so I don’t mind telling you anything you want to know.” 

He wasn’t making sense, but you patiently listened as you walked to your car.

“I wish you weren’t working because I want to hang out with you. You should pick me up from this place, it sucks without you. Oh, but you’re working.” He whined. “Why do you have to woooorrkk. I want to dance with you. I always wanna dance with you. Even though you’re not a good dancer. You’re pretty so it’s okay. I like you so much I don’t care if you’re a bad dancer, I’d still dance with you at our wedding and show you off to everyone and tell them you’re mine– Oh, hey Wonwoo’s coming, hey Wonwoo! Why does he look scared? Oh, because I’m on the phone and he’s worried I’m gonna tell you that I like you–” 

His voice was cut off by some shuffling, followed shortly by Wonwoo’s voice. 

“Hey, Y/n…” he said awkwardly. “I don’t know what Soonyoung told you, but you should know he’s incredibly drunk right now. Uh, yeah. Anyway, hope you have a good rest of your shift and… get home safely. We miss you!” 

The voicemail ended abruptly, leaving you confused in your parked car. Soonyoung told you he liked you all the time when he was drunk; he was an affectionate drunk. Right? But then why did Wonwoo go through so much to prevent Soonyoung from calling you while drunk? 

You tapped your steering wheel before dialing Wonwoo’s number. He answered quickly.

“Hey, are you guys still out?” 

“Yeah, some are getting pretty tried though so we might go home soon.” 

“I can come help get everyone home if you want. I just finished work.” 

“Oh…” he paused. “Uh, yeah, sure. Did Hoshi call you?” 

“Mhm,” you hummed, a laugh in your voice. “I need to talk to him when he sobers up.”

“Did he say anything….. Incriminating?” 

“I think you know the answer since you snatched the phone out of his hand.”

“I’m asking so I can know if our friend group is going to have to take sides or not,” he admitted with a small laugh. 

“Don’t worry, as long as it wasn’t the alcohol talking, no one’s going to have to pick sides.” 

Wonwoo breathed out a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank god. I promise it wasn’t just him being drunk, you have no idea how long he’s– never mind, he can tell you tomorrow. Come over and help me with everyone, please.” 

“I’m on my way.” 

lee jihoon

Jihoon had been acting strange lately, and you didn’t like it. He was quiet around you when normally he would talk your ear off about a new project he was working on or a new discovery he made about making music, but for the last few days, every time you hung out he was fiddling with his hands and looking everywhere but at you. 

“What’s up with you?” you asked him finally, annoyed that he sat so far away from you after walking into your shared apartment. 

“Oh, uh, nothing? Why? What?” 

“Jihoon,” you laughed. “Seriously, what’s wrong?” 

He shrugged awkwardly. “Nothing is wrong!” he defended too quickly. “I’m normal!” 

“No, you aren’t. Did I do something? Did I not do something?” 

“I don’t know… I guess you being normal is what’s wrong.” 

You frowned. What did that mean? “Is there a reason I should be acting differently?” 

He paused, blinking owlishly in confusion. 

“Y/N!” your third roommate, Mingyu, called from across the apartment. “I FOUND YOUR PHONE!” 

“What?” Jihoon asked quickly. 

“REALLY?” you called back, ignoring Jihoon to collect your lost phone. “Where was it?” you asked as Mingyu met you in the doorway of the living room. 

“It was under my bed. It must have slipped under when you laid on my floor the other day complaining about your boy problems–” 

“Okay, that’s enough. Thank you,” you said, cutting him off before he could expose too much of that conversation in front of Jihoon, who it mostly revolved around. 

“Wait, you lost your phone?” Jihoon asked quickly, eyes darting between the phone and your eyes as Mingyu left to go back to his room.

“Yeah, on Friday,” you explained. “Thanks, Mingyu.” 

You noticed Jihoon look at the ceiling like he was calculating something while you opened it up to look at any texts you had been sent over the last few days. 

“Oh, you tried calling me? Sorry, Jihoon,” you said, jumping back a little when he quickly stood up.

“O-oh, that, uh, yeah, no big deal. Don’t worry about it. Literally, don’t even think about it for another second–” 

“Why did you leave a voicemail?” you asked, giggling as you clicked on it. “I thought you said voicemails are awkward and…” 

“Y/n, wait–” 

You both paused as your mouth dropped, listening to past Jihoon talk. 

“Y/n, you’re messing me up. I can’t… like… write songs. Because of you. I’m trying to write a heartbreaking song about being sad and being betrayed by your love but I can’t because all the songs I write are about you. And nothing I can write about you is bad because even though you don’t like me back, I can’t find it in me to hate you because you still make me happy every day. I have no reason to hate you or be sad about it because you don’t even know that I love you, so it’s not your fault. But what is your fault is being so nice to me and being the best person I’ve ever met because now I’m stuck on this sad song. How do you write about sad love when you’ve never experienced it? I don’t think I’ll ever experience bad love as long as I love you. And I don’t know if I’ll ever stop loving you.” 

Drunk Friday Jihoon rambled on but you were staring at sober present-day Jihoon, who was pulling his beanie down his face in a desperate attempt to hide as he shrunk into the couch. 

“Jihoon, are you serious?” you asked softly, but to him it sounded like you were yelling in disgust. 

“Please don’t hold anything against me, I don’t even remember what I said,” he mumbled into the cloth covering his face, his hands still holding the beanie to his chin. “All I know is I had an unanswered call to you and a vague memory of leaving a voicemail but I don’t even know what– I mean, I have a pretty good guess of what I said but I… I’m sorry.” 

“Your songs are about me? And you can’t write a sad love song because of me?” 

He sighed. “Yeah, that’s what I was guessing it was about.” 

“Hoon, please look at me,” you coaxed as you sat next to him and placed your hand on his leg. 

He slowly lifted the beanie and peeked at you, making you laugh and pull it all the way up. “Is this why you’ve been weird all week?” 

He nodded shyly, cheeks, ears, and neck all flaming red. “I thought you heard it and just pretended like you hadn’t. But I didn’t even know what I said so I didn’t know how to confront it and I figured if it was something like me just being regular drunk you would have brought it up and made fun of me but since you didn’t, I was like, ‘oh, great, I professed my love and they hate me so they’re saving me by pretending they don’t know so I don’t get embarrassed more’. Either way, I just need the rejection to be over with so I can find a new place to live–”

“What makes you assume I’m going to reject you right now?”

“I hope that means I already said I love you in the voicemail unless you’re just pretending you didn’t hear it again,” he mumbled. “Because that would suck if I hadn’t said it yet but just said it while rambling.” 

“You’re still rambling,” you laughed softly, endeared by his embarrassment. “But you did say it in the voicemail already. And I’m not ignoring it. I’m trying to first understand why you think I’m automatically going to reject you?” 

He made eye contact with you but nothing more, just looked at you hoping you would say something, anything.

“I love you, Jihoon. When I lost my phone, I was crying to Mingyu about how much I liked you and trying to think of how I could tell you.” 

His eyes widened. “You what?” 

“I love you.” 

“I’m never going to be able to write a sad love song, am I?”

“Nope,” you smiled. “Not if I can help it.” 

#fizzys fics #seventeen fanfic #seventeen fluff #seventeen x reader #choi seungcheol x y/n #choi seungcheol x you #choi seungcheol oneshot #choi seungcheol x reader #scoups fanfic #scoups fluff #scoups x reader #kwon soonyoung fanfic #kwon soonyoung fluff #kwon soonyoung x reader #kwon soonyoung x you #hoshi x you #hoshi x reader #hoshi fanfic #lee jihoon x reader #lee jihoon x you #lee jihoon x y/n #woozi x reader #woozi x you #woozi x y/n #tw alcohol #cw alcohol

[fandomnerd9602]

So I saw the genderbend hiccup X Male Reader and thought what if Reader's dragon can talk and a scene similar to the Transformers *sniff sniff* "judging by their pheromones they both wish to mate"

Dragon Talks Fem!Hiccup x Male Reader

Everything was going rather smooth between you and Hicca. Peace between Berk and Doon was well established and you always looked forward to your little “peace meetings” with the young dragon rider. Your dragon Snowstorm was looking forward to seeing her boyfriend, Toothless too. But another thing that Snowstorm was noticing was your interactions with Hicca. They were awkward and yet totally cute too. The way Hicca would balance on her one good leg and fold her hands behind her back when she spoke with you. The little ways you’d wrestle in the grass. The giggles that escaped Hicca’s lips when you kissed her cheek. It all made Snowstorm purr with delight, just seeing her best friend happy was all that mattered. But yet something bothered the Light Fury and she needed to tell you about it. Snowstorm found you talking with Hicca, rather nervously again. Hicca was blushing and you were trying to accentuate the idea of going on a date with her. Snowstorm gestures to you and then points around the corner of one of the huts. “Sorry Hicca” you nervously say, “I think Snowstorm needs me” You run off leaving Hicca and Toothless looking in your direction rather confused. You approach the Light Fury, “what is it Snowstorm?” The Light Fury touches her forehead to yours as all of reality disappears, leaving only you and your dragon in the astral space. It was a little trick you and her learned, a way for dragon and human to communicate without the barrier of language. “You were doing it again” Snowstorm chimes in, the astral plane assigning her a British accent (think Emilia Clarke). “Doing what?“ “You were stumbling over your words in front of Hicca” Snowstorm rolls her eyes, “I can practically smell it when you’re near her.” “Smell what? You have to be more specific” you say back to the white dragon. “Your pheromones!” Snowstorm laughs, “and I can smell hers too. It’s like you both wish to mate. So why won’t you?!” “If I was drinking ale right now, I’d spit it out” you answer back, “it’s not that simple, Snow” “What is not that simple?” Snowstorm asks, “you like her. She likes you. Just mate already” “Thanks for trying to be my wing dragon” you joke, “but there are certain…ideas at play here” “Such as?” “Courting…asking…setting a date…marriage” you sigh, “I wanna marry her, Snow. Don’t dragons have rituals too?” “Well the male signals his interest with a call” Snowstorm explains, “and then he tries a dance, or draws a picture in the sand…how come Toothless hasn’t attempted that yet?!?” “That’s a problem for another day” “Right sorry.” the dragon huffs, “and then we fly high above the clouds, entangling our tails as an act of love and devotion and so on and so on.” “See? Both our cultures have traditions and rituals” “Sorry, Y/N” Snowstorms looks to you sheepishly. “I just want my rider to be happy” “I am. I got you and Hicca.” The world flashes back to normal as Hicca runs up to you, “what happened right now?” “Special dragon meeting ground” you explain, “I’ll have to get Snowstorm to show it you and Toothless later” Toothless looks rather nervously to Snowstorm. She purrs right back at the black dragon. “So Hicca,” you approach your gal, “would you like to go out with me tonight? Just you and me?” Hicca smiles back, “I’d love that. Very much” You smile at her, she smiles at you. And a very nosy white dragon gives you a wink of approval.

#female hiccup #hiccup horrendous haddock iii #hiccup x reader #hiccup #hicca imagine #hicca #hicca x reader #female hiccup x reader #night fury #httyd series #httyd fandom #httyd #httyd fanfiction #how to train your dragon #dreamworks imagine #dreamworks #dragons #light fury #genderbend hiccup #genderbend #genderbend imagine #genderbent imagine #genderbent

[sarnai4]

The Dagala Dilemma

Dagur and Mala are two of my favorite characters. They're also my favorite couple in Dragons. That said, I don't like how RTTE handled the relationship.

These characters have one episode of interacting before they decided to get married (two if you include "Saving Shattermaster" where cloaked Dagur stopped the Hunters from attacking Mala and Throk. Too bad that was never mentioned. What a cute way to meet your future S.O!). Then one more, ONE more episode really which was when they announced the engagement. I don't think the very last episode counts for much because they didn't exchange lines. Just one line, then a kiss on the cheek. Somehow, we didn't even see these two kiss on the lips since Hiccup and Astrid decided to make out at the wedding instead.

It's a shame because I've seen a lot of people dislike this ship and I think that's a reason why. The show never tries to demonstrate how they work. Just argue, bond over the twins' mediation methods, then get engaged and married. Life is short, but...rushing that a little, you two. If Viking unions are forever, that's all the more reason you want to make sure you know someone. Even in the engagement episode, we didn't see them interact much. They announced it, then they pulled Dagur away to drop off metal. What's worse is that I really think they could go the distance (cue Hercules) with their relationship. I can genuinely see them growing old together, having happiness and some grandkids by then. You'd just never know from the show. Here's why I think it could work:

For starters, I love that it gives Dagur an opportunity to be around someone who doesn't know him as his bad self. He will always have to prove himself to the others. There's nothing he can do to make them forget who he was and they shouldn't. He killed an entire island of people. Dagur really was a villain. He's also really a better person who has put his life on the line for them several times, with or without them hating him. Mala gives him a clean slate. She doesn't peek think back on the time he almost killed her because he never did. In their entire time of knowing each other, he's been Dagur the Deranged, but he's also been a good guy. He doesn't have to try to stay on his best behavior to make her know he's better, he can just be himself.

Along with that, I think they'd be good influences on each other. Mala seems like the type who doesn't like to show much emotion. She is the unfazed, calm, and strong queen of the Defenders. She tries to contain what she's feeling. One of the examples of this that I loved was when the Riders first met her and she thought they stole the Great Protector. Mala is in such a state of rage that she breaks the arrow in one hand as she processes what happened. Hmm, rage. Wonder who understands that...

Dagur's a lot of things, but shy about his emotions isn't one of then. Even in the first gif with them together, we see Mala really happy and laughing. I don't think there's another time in the show where she's laughed at anything. I could see Dagur helping her realize that being strong and stone-like aren't the same. She can be furious, overjoyed, sad, or whatever else she's feeling and still an amazing leader worthy of respect. He'll just be there to help her through it.

Mala is also calm and strong enough to match Dagur. She's not going to cave to his idea of having the kids of the island start juggling swords. I could see her being patient and considerate by explaining which actions are potentially dangerous/harmful for someone. She wouldn't make him feel crazy or foolish either. She'd just help him as she learned to understand his mind. With her being less easy to anger, Mala could be the voice of reason while Dagur is trying to calm down. I could even see them doing meditating together.

They're also both violent. Mala was ready to KILL Hiccup and the others. She made that very clear. It's something they have in common that they both planned to kill the poor trainer who's on everyone's hit list. I think it's overlooked how ruthless she can be. This is perfect for Dagur. He can get some of his violence out as they do couple battling and Mala won't look at him like he's some monster. They'll be right at each other's side, killing whoever dared to get close.

So, I really think this is a couple that could work. I wish they got more screentime, but at least fanfics and headcanons can fill in the rest. And I still mad we didn't see them do the dance of blades, but I'll get over it...maybe.

#HTTYD #RTTE #Dagur #Mala #Dagala #Shouldn't have been treated like a joke #They're so cute in a violent way #I want to see the babies because I know they had at least 2

[mysticalfangirl]

Destiny (Part 2)

Book-TRR

Pairing - Liam x MC (Riley) ; Riley, Charles(siblings)

Author's note - I have always wondered why there is no proper discussion regarding Riley's past so this is something I came up with.

No. of words- 1658

Catch up on Part 1 of 'Destiny' Here

Riley sat in the solarium of the palace as her mind drifted off to everything that happened in past one month, meeting Charles after six years was overwhelming, Charles still hadn't told her where he was for past six years or if he ever tried to reach out to her after she move out of Boston and settled in New York. When she first saw Charles after six years outside Olivia's estate in Lythikos, she felt as if her legs were frozen, she wanted to go away, ignore him just like he ignored her after their parents demise, but no matter how much she told herself to move she couldn't.

She came back to her senses when she heard someone approaching, she turned to see Charles coming her way, he sat on the chair opposite to her and helped himself with a cup of tea, seeing him acting so casual around her as if nothing ever happened made her so angry that her hand shook and hot tea spilled on her hand making her wince.

"Are you okay? " Charles asked frantically checking her hands after making sure she was fine he went back to his seat.

"You are a married woman, but you couldn't even hold a cup properly" Said Charles trying to ease the situation

"DON'T ACT LIKE YOU CARE BECAUSE I KNOW YOU DON'T" Riley screamed angrily.

"You left when I needed you the most" Riley whispered in a broken voice.

"Riley I...." Charles hesitantly began speaking

"Don't Riley me Charles, you don't know how hard it was for me to cope up with everything, mom and dad were gone and you.. you left without a word. Do you have any idea how desperately I looked for you. I waited for weeks, months years for you but you never came."

"Do you think I was happy when I left, huh Riles?" Charles asked

Riley turned her face without a word a word.

"You know, everyone around me started telling me that mom dad died because of me, that you left because you must have been to ashamed to call me your sister, especially after everything that happened with Jerome" Riley told him.

Charles stared at her for a moment before getting up and kneeling in front of her.

"It was never you little one." Charles said while Riley looked at him, shocked when she heard him calling her by the nickname he gave her.

"Don't call me that, please." Saying this Riley pushed him away lightly and went out of the solarium while Charles stayed there on his knees.

Liam was leaning against the main door of palace talking with Drake when he saw Riley coming toward their way wiping away her tears, she didn't reply even when Liam called her out few times and went directly inside their quarter locking the door behind her.

By the time Liam came inside she was in the bathroom where the shower was on drenching her completely as she sobbed uncontrollably curled up in a ball on the floor. Liam immediately turned off the shower scooping her in his arms as he wrapped her in thick towel. He sat her on the edge of the tub as he helped her out of her wet cloths. he then took her to their bed still wrapped in towel. After he helped Riley with her cloths they both lied on the bed. Riley was no longer crying but she hiccuped lightly in his arm as she buried her face in his shoulder.

After being like this for almost 15 minutes, Riley looked up at him.

"Will you also abandon me?" she asked him and Liam could feel how devastated she was.

"Never." Liam said as he creased her cheek

After being in his arms for few more minutes, Riley wriggled out sitting upright beside him "I am sorry, you are already so tensed regarding everything and I am not even helping, I'm just increasing your burden by my stupid problems."

"You're not a burden love. Do you remember how devastated I was when my father passed away, I felt like everything was falling apart but you were there to pick up my broken pieces and now I want to do the same for you, I want to be here for you." Liam said.

They both stayed in their room for some more time before going back to their respective duties for rest of the day

In her office she and Charles sat opposite to each other, after a while Riley spoke up "I am glad to have you back in my life Charles I really am but things have changed, you are no longer the same, neither am I. I won't ask where were, all I want to know is, why? Why did you leave?"

In the evening, after Riley was done with her work she decided to meet Charles to have a proper conversation with him.

"At first I stayed in a motel little farther from our home then I moved to Georgetown, a year later I settled in San Francisco and to why I left, I...I panicked, our parents were gone, you were just 19 and I didn't have a job to support you, I felt suffocated sitting there being acutely aware how useless I was. I was terrified and first thing which came to my mind at that moment was to flee."

Riley felt sting behind her eyes "You were not useless, you were the best brother I could ask for, it was until you decided to leave without a word. We could have been there for each other. And Charles, I was not a child, I could have financed my own studies by working part time jobs, how do you think I manged everything for almost five years"

"I am not you Riley, you are strong, very strong unlike me who runs away from problems instead of dealing with them." Charles said

Riley sighed looking at him "That's where you are very wrong, I am not strong, I guess I'm just good at hiding my true feelings. It was hard at first, but I guess you get used to it."

"I saw your wedding live on television, you looked stunning that day." Charles spoke up trying to ease up the tension between them.

"Live, huh?" Riley asked as she smiled slightly recalling her wedding with Liam.

"It was hard to miss."

"You watched the whole wedding live but you didn't think it was necessary to be with me on my special day?" Riley asked him as her voice turned slightly cold once more.

"I wanted to, but as I said, your big brother is a big coward. I didn't have the gut to face you after everything. But, I miss us Riley and I miss our playful banters."

Riley stood up and paced around her study for some time then she took a deep breath and faced Charles "You know Charles, even though you have been here for almost a month I still have this lingering fear that you would leave again without a word and cut me out once again, if you leave for the second time, I would not be handle it. I used to sit on the front porch of our house waiting for you. I might seem unreasonable to you that I'm not forgiving you even when you have apologised on several occasions, but I need time. "

"I understand." Charles said and got up to leave

"Maybe.. you could join me and Liam for breakfast tomorrow morning." Riley said as he reached the door.

"I would love to." Charles said as he smiled from ear to ear.

Next morning Riley and Liam were sitting together waiting for Charles, Riley had took the initiative to cook some of Charles's favorite foods along with the some famous Cordonian cuisine which was sent to their room by the chef.

When Charles arrived there he smiled seeing all his favourites "Aah my sister loves me too much, see King Liam she made all my favourites." He took a sip of his coffee. "More milk, less sugar. Just the way I love it. Definitely my kind of coffee."

"It's just a coffee, and I brewed that coffee for myself and I wanted to eat toast and omelette, you don't have be so smug about it" Riley told him.

Charles chuckled listening to her. During breakfast, Charles could see how much Liam and Riley cared for each other. They both were attentive towards each other. When Liam food for the second time in her plate, Riley sighed looking at him helplessly.

"What? You are yo skinny, you should eat more." Liam told her.

"But...?" Riley muttered.

"No buts, finish your breakfast."

Charles was glad that Riley found Liam, he knew he could not change the past, that he could not go back in time and slap himself for acting like an idiot, but he was sure about one thing that his sister was happy, not only because she was married to Liam, because apart from Liam she had her friends who loved her dearly and would do anything to make sure she is always happy.

Charles stayed in Cordonia for almost six weeks and he had to go back to San Francisco, he was in middle of packing when there was a knock on his door. He opened the door and found Riley at his door.

"I got this for you." She said handing over a white box to him.

"What's this?" Charles asked looking at the completely sealed box.

"Cronuts, I got it for you." Riley said

"Really?" Charles eyes lit up listening to her. "It has been too long since I had a good cronut. Thank you little one" He said as he gave her a quick hug.

After a while Charles was all prepared to go to the airport meanwhile as much as Riley wanted to go with him at the airport she couldn't because she had an important meeting which couldn't be missed. She bid the final goodbye to Charles at the palace gate with a promise that he would never block her from is life.

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[reddthekingg]

Well, howdy hey! I'm Rowan/Redd!

You may know me from... nothing. You don't know who I am, let's be honest here. BUT I'd like for you to know me! Not ME me, but know me for my writing!

I have a big project planned for 2024. I say big, but I don't think most people will consider it big, but it is for me! For a huge amount of time, I have been OBSESSED with the idea of writing a long Byler fanfic that people get attached to and anticipate updates to. My original ideas have all been very uncoordinated and, honestly? So is this one. :')

I don't want to just figure out the story as I'm writing. I want to have it planned before release. But I'm a stubborn little fella, so in spite of my own warnings, I have begun writing!

So far, only the prologue has been released. It's very short and doesn't give much insight into the characters. I've made character cards for all of the main and supporting cast, but I'm hesitant to post it because of spoilers.

My main focus with this fic is to COMPLETELY rewrite the characters, only keeping fundamental aspect of them intact. I want to make my own Will and Mike but still have them recognisable to read. I want to create a story, not just a fan work, if that makes any sense.

I've had this idea brewing in my head for awhile now. Initially, I only wanted to make 13 chapters, but I think I may make more, depending on how much I enjoy the story or how you guys like my retelling of Byler. I want you to fall in love with these characters just as much as I have.

Now, whats this story called, you may ask? Well, I'll gladly tell you! My story is called...

Two of Hearts!

Wow, so original, a title based off of playing cards. Enough self deprecation, now, whats the synapse of this story?

'' Mike Wheeler is a self hating fuck. For years, he has been blaming himself for every mishap in his life, every hiccup. Despite all that, he was a people pleaser, he would do anything to make sure those around him were as happiest as they could be. That’s why he’s dating a girl, despite being a gay man. It’s not like he was out, so she wouldn’t have known his sexuality to stop herself from confessing. It’s not like he would have turned her down. On the flip side of the card, William Byers, at least to the outside world, was so far up his own ass he’d marry himself, if given the chance. That’s not exactly true however. Deep rooted anxiety and insecurities chip away at him every single day, it’s a fucking miracle he’s still here. But keeping up appearances has always been easy for him. Even when life was at it’s worst.

But when Mike begins dating Jane Hopper, Will’s sister, it isn’t long before Will see’s through the boys flimsy facade. The two hate the ground the other walks on, but what happens when the only people they have left to count on is one another? 

Everyone has to move on, eventually. Right? ,,

Oooooooo ambigousssssssssss

Anyway, if you'd like to check out the prologue for this story (and maybe bookmark it for further chapters), I present thy with: the link! https://archiveofourown.org/works/52280314/chapters/132249784

And there ya' have it, folks! I really hope you stick around to see where these two silly goobers end up, and if you'd like to ask any questions about the story or the characters, drop a little ask in my box and I'll get to it as soon as!

Thank you!

-Redd/Rowan

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[wesxevans]

When: November 18, the weekend before Thanksgiving

Where: Wes' "aunt"s house.

Who: Wes and Liza Evans (@thelizaxlevin), Esme Aster (Wes' pseudo Aunt), Ada Evans (Wes' mother), Lucas Evans (Wes' little brother)

Notes: After Wes' mom has tried getting into contact with him for months, he finally has dinner with her after his aunt talks him into it and he learns some devastating things about his homelife back in Massachusetts as well as the fact that he now has a baby brother.

TRIGGER WARNINGS:

Mentions things that allude to sexual assault and rape. Mentions of pregnancy as well. Nothing explicit or in detail mentioned.

Wes:

Wes had been in Aurora Bay for almost a year now and his life then had been so different from it was now. Esme picked him up at the airport and she nearly cried when she saw his blackeye, but she was relieved he'd finally decided to move in with her. Wes barely spoke to anyone for the first week but then she made him get his job at Neptune. Wes wasn't particularly happy in Aurora Bay, but he figured anything was better than rotting away in his father's house. Wes had no idea his life in Aurora Bay would turn into what it was now.

He was married and had a beautiful little girl with the love of his life. And while his past still hurt him, he was doing so much better even though there were hiccups along the way. But Wes was the happiest he'd ever been.

That night Wes and Liza were in the living room with Elise when he suddenly got a phone call from Esme, and when she warned him she needed to talk about something important, he excused himself to Liza's bedroom.

Wes wasn't sure how long he'd been gone, especially since he sat on Liza's bed to think about what Esme just told him before finally coming back out. Everything in him wanted to hide and wanted him to close up and not say a word, but all he could think of was how upset Liza was when he didn't tell her about Asher kissing him right away. He promised he'd be honest, and he truly wanted to try.

"Lizzie?" Wes softly called to her when he walked back into the room. Sterling and Sunny were in the living room as well, and he didn't want this conversation with them. "Can I talk to you?"

Liza:

With the baby now a month old, Liza was all about doing tummy time playing with her, helping her to learn how to lift her head and turn her neck and soon she'd be doing it all on her own. It was even better with Sunny wanting to help, the little girl completely enamoured with her baby cousin and happily laying on the ground with her. It was when Wes' phone ran and he excused himself though that Liza's smile faded, the expression turning into one of concern as she moved to get off her stomach and sit. Just the same though, she nodded, telling him a soft okay and otherwise trying to just keep a neutral expression as she went back to playing with the girls, her head spinning all the while.

Wes had been more open with her lately, more honest, so for him to walk off to take a phone call…it worried her. And it worried her even more when Wes came in and asked to talk to her.

"Y-Yeah. Yeah of course.." She bit her lip, trying to tell herself to relax-- even though no good conversation ever started with those words. But she just had to not think about that. "Sterl, can you keep an eye on her please?" she asked of her sister before Liza was hauling herself up off the floor and she walked over to him, hesitating only a second before she was reaching for his arm to give it a little squeeze. "That's always a scary sentence starter, by the way." She told him softly, a little attempt to lighten the mood as she let Wes lead them back to their room, and once inside, she turned to face him fully, grabbing for his other hand to hold them both in hers. "What's going on?"

Wes:

Wes loved that Liza always seemed to want to touch him, because he needed her to help him feel grounded. His head was swimming with thoughts and emotions and he wasn't sure what he was supposed to do or say. But there was also that fear of telling the truth- that maybe if Liza knew everything she'd regret marrying him. God, why was that still an insecurity of his? Why was he always worried that one wrong move, one wrong slip of the truth, and his whole world would come crashing down? He loved Liza and he knew that she loved him, but he could still convince himself that he was unlovable and didn't deserve her at all.

Behind closed doors, Liza took Wes' other hand and he immediately gave hers a little squeeze. "I know, I'm sorry." Wes breathed as he let his eyes fall to their intertwined fingers between them. "That was Esme… w-who called." He met her eyes then, and the worry he saw in hers made his heart ache. "Esme is fine, I promise. It's uh… remember a few months ago my mom was trying to talk to me again?" He paused for a beat, searching Liza's face for any hint of what she might think about it all. Wes was aware James knew his parents but he wasn't sure if Liza had ever met them, but even if she had, there was no way she could've known they were the way they are.

"Esme said Ada will be staying at her house for a while. She's on her way to Aurora Bay." Wes hated to even refer to Ada as his mother so half the time he didn't, but sometimes that made it hurt even worse. Knowing someone who was supposed to love him unconditionally had hurt him so badly he didn't even want to call her what she was to him.

"And Esme wants me to have dinner with her this weekend." His voice was so small he wasn't even sure if Liza heard him. "She says she needs to tell me something and Esme thinks I should talk to her, which is a little concerning because Esme was fully understanding of me not wanting to be in contact with my parents." Wes pulled away from Liza as he continued to speak and was near spiraling. "But now she wants me to talk to her and she's called me so many times and texted me and I was kind of hoping that if I ignored it long enough it'd all go away." Wes finally turned to meet Liza's gaze again and his own eyes were full of worry. "But it's not."

Liza:

When Wes told her it'd been Esme who called she just let out a breath, figuring she already knew where this was going given the quiet tone of Wes' voice and how he looked. Had it been just a normal check-in call, he would have stayed in the living room, maybe even turned on facetime so she could see the baby. Still, knowing didn't make it any better and Liza hated that Wes was going through this. And when Wes said Ada was coming here she blinked in surprise, her eyes widening just a bit. "She…oh." Oh.

Liza felt a wave of protectiveness wash over her, this flooding of emotions and the need to keep him safe from whatever else his parents may try to do to him now. Wes was hers and she wasn't going to let Ada or anyone else hurt him again.

When Wes pulled away she frowned, letting out a heavy breath and she bit her lip, hesitating for a few moments, just letting him work through it all and when he finally spoke again Liza moved to him, tentatively reaching for his hand but she didn't grab it hard, loose enough for him to easily pull away if he wanted. "Unfortunately I don't think this is something that can just…go away if ignored.." She told him carefully, "But..but if it's something they're both insisting on..then we'll go to dinner. Together."

Wes:

Wes was vaguely aware of how close he was to hiding this all away in a little box inside his mind and pulling away from Liza in the process, so he was grateful that he pushed him even if she was gentle with how she went about it. Wes let his fingers intertwine with hers, letting her hold him there instead of letting himself hide. “But I told you I don’t want you to meet her.” Wes felt himself deflate slightly because he knew if Esme was even trying to get him to talk to Ada, it must be important. Not only that, but he was afraid of what from his last might come up in whatever conversation needed to be had with him.

Liza:

Liza took in a breath as Wes laced his fingers with hers, a relief tinging through her since she'd been worried he'd pull away, but then he was speaking again and this time Liza couldn't stop the soft little sigh that escaped her. "Wes…" she licked over her lips and bit down gently on the lower one before she stepped in a little closed, tightening her fingers around his. "Clearly she's not going to let this go. And I am not letting you deal with that on your own. Okay? I'm not." She was frowning but she kept her eyes up on him, kept her fingers secured in his. "You are my husband and I am not giving her or anyone the chance to hurt you again. So if you're going, I am too. It's you and me. Always, right?"

Wes:

Wes felt himself deflate as a breath escaped him and he averted his gaze from Liza's. Why couldn't his past just die, why couldn't he finally let everything go, why was there a sudden need for his mother to push her way back into his life? God, why did Esme change me mind that he didn't have to speak to either of his parents? "My past isn't like yours. There's nothing happy or kind in it. I don't want you or Elise to ever have to be subjected to that." Wes let out another sigh before looking at Liza once more. "Do you think I should go?" Because at that moment Wes was still holding out hope that he could ignore it until it went away.

Liza:

"Wes, I know that.." Liza told him softly, giving his hand another squeeze while her other hand moved up to cup his face, gently trying to coax him to meet her eyes. "Nothing is going to happen to me, and nothing will be happening to Elise." Liza's voice hardened a bit as she said that too. She would do everything in her power to keep her daughter safe. "But you're not doing this alone. I think we should go…hear her out. See what she wants. I mean…I don't trust Ada, but I trust Esme. I've trusted her my entire life…so if she's involved and thinking this should be done then..I say we get it over with. And I'm next to you the entire time. And if it ends up being bullshit, then we leave. End of."

Wes:

Wes stared at Liza for a long moment before finally letting out another breath, his shoulders shagging a little. "Fine. But if my father is there, we're leaving immediately. Elise stays here with Sterling or she goes to James'. I haven't spoken to either of my parents in over a year so they don't know I'm married, much less that I have a daughter." Wes huffed because being angry was the only emotion he wanted to allow himself to feel in that moment, because if he allowed himself to feel anything else he might crumble. "And we stay for an hour. whatever she wants can be quick."

Liza:

Liza didn't move away when Wes huffed, when his words got more clipped. She knew he was upset, but she wasn't afraid of him or anything--if anything, she just tightened her hand on his a bit, adjusting her fingers laced through his, a silent showing that she wasn't going anywhere. "Okay." She agreed quietly, not wanting to push more than she already had, so she'd go with whatever Wes wanted "So..when are we doing this?"

Wes:

Wes kept one hand in Liza's while his free hand ran through his hair as a frown deepened on his lips. He didn't want to do this and he didn't like the feelings it was reminding him of. He'd lost so much and he'd been left too many times. Everything had been so good and he should have known it wouldn't last. "This weekend. Saturday." He couldn't shake a feeling that this would lead him into more hurt, but he tried not to think of it as Liza and Esme going against him. Neither of them would encourage him to do something that would hurt him like that. That's what he kept telling himself.

LATER IN THE WEEK

Wes ignored Esme's calls the rest of the week and had only spoken to her again to confirm that he and Liza would be coming. He hated this and it was something he'd been dreading all week. Vageuly he wondered if it would be easier if Liza wasn't coming with him, but he knew he'd be a complete wreck if it wasn't for her. His stomach was in knots and he wanted to get this over with. His nerves mostly came from the sense of urgency Esme seemed to have about him and Ada speaking again, but he hoped Esme wasn't expecting some grand, tearfilled reunion of forgiveness and make ups. In fact, he hoped Ada would leave again after this, because he was positive she'd somehow heard about Elise and suddenly decided she wanted to be a grandmother. That had to be it- the only reason she cared… right?

"Just an hour." Wes reminded Liza as he walked by her, buttoning the last few buttons on his shirt. "That's all. I would like to spend my weekend with my wife and daughter, not like this."

Liza:

Liza had tried to be extra patient and caring with Wes all week, gentle. She knew his nerves were probably shot and knew he was scared and worried and she knew he didn't really want her to go too, but that last one was nonnegotiable. She wasn't allowing Ada or anyone to harm Wes in any way ever again. So with Elise in good hands with Sunny and Sterling, she got dressed and ready with Wes, putting on a simple sundress (in a shade of pink since she knew it was Wes' favorite on her) and once she had her shoes slipped on she went to him, smoothing out any wrinkles on her shoulders and sleeves from his shirt--because while she wasn't exactly aiming to impress the woman that was technically her mother-in-law, Liza wasn't about to have them going looking like slobs either.

"Just an hour." She agreed, moving to take one of his hands as she stood in front of him, looking up to his eyes. "And then tonight we'll come back here and relax and tomorrow we'll spend the whole day with Elliebean. Maybe decorate for Christmas." She tacked it on with a little smile, wanting to give him something to look forward to.

Wes:

Wes let Liza fix his shirt for him and he looked down at her as she did so. Despite how much he hated the idea of Liza meeting his parents, he was grateful she was going with him because she did calm his nerves a bit. He couldn't imagine going into this completely alone, even if Esme was there. At least Esme already knew what it was Ada wanted and given the fact that Esme didn't want to tell Wes herself made him worry a bit more. "I would love that." Wes gave Liza a small smile, even if it wasn't as bright as it could be. He couldn't remember the last time he'd celebrated Christmas and last year he'd spent it alone. "That's what I'll keep in mind." He told her softly before leaning down to press a soft kiss to Liza's forehead.

Taking Liza's hand in his, they made their way downstairs to the living room where Wes saw Elise and moved to press a kiss to her cheek. "Mon amour, we'll be home soon. Promise."

Liza:

"Good." She told him softly, flattening out his shirt collar once more before she leaned up to kiss his jaw lightly. "Christmas is my favorite, so we're going big. Lots of lights and decorations and it'll be perfect." Liza was trying to stay positive even as she herself was nervous. Closing her eyes as Wes kissed her head, she leaned into him for a moment before she headed out the room with him.

Seeing Elise in her rocker, Liza moved to hug her sister and thanked her for babysitting, promising they'd be back as soon as they could before she went to Elise as well, smiling down at her and kissing her cheek as well. "Love you." She murmured, pressing one more kiss to her head before she moved to Wes, taking his hand and leading him outside. "It'll be okay." She promised, lacing their fingers together. "And if you want, I won't let go."

Wes:

Wes gave Liza’s hand a squeeze the moment she took his, and when she told him she wouldn’t let go Wes brought their joined hands to his lips and kissed the back of Liza’s hand. “Thank you.” He met her eyes then and started walking with her to Esme’s house.

“I’m nervous.” He admitted as they stood at Esme’s door, even if it’d been obvious all week. Wes didn’t want to keep secrets anymore or hide from Liza because he knew how hurtful it was for her and he’d realized it’d been hurtful to both of them.

Esme opened the door with a smile and practically pulled them both inside, hugging them both.

Liza:

"I know." Liza told him softly, stroking her thumb over the side of his hand and this time it was her turn to lift his hand to her lips, pressing a kiss to the back of it. "But no matter what happens, and no matter what is said. I'll be right there next to you, okay?: She squeezed his hand as she said it. "I'm not letting go. And once it's done, we're going back home to our baby girl, and we'll continue picking houses to look at for the future of our family."

Giving his hand one more squeeze before the door was opened and they were both yanked over. Liza smiled as she used her free hand to hug Esme back, trying to remain calm for the both of them.

Wes:

Wes gave Liza’s hand a little squeeze, grateful for everything she was doing for him. He did hate how Liza had to take care of everyone instead of herself. “I promise I’ll make this up to you.” He told her with one last squeeze to her hand before they were pulled inside.

“You haven’t answered one phone call, Westley.” Esme frowned when she looked at him. Wes gave her a frown himself while trying to keep his cool about everything. “You kind of dropped this on me out of nowhere.” “And how do you think I felt when she called me. I told her you needed to hear what she had to say in person.” Wes’ brows furrowed at his aunt while she turned and started walking towards the living room and wanting them to follow. Esme didn’t like to wast time. “Es, what does that mean?” Wes called after her quietly despite knowing it was no use.

Once in the living room, Wes spotted his mother sitting in the couch. They shared the same curls and color of hair but his features and eyes belonged to his father. He used to wish he looked more like her instead. But Ada wasnt what had him so shocked. With parted lips, he felt like the air had been torn from his lungs at the sight of her and the baby she held in her arms.

“Ada, you remember Aggie’s girl, right? Little Lizzie?” Esme hadnt called Liza that since Agnes was alive but it was how Ada knew her. “Liza, this is Ada. Your mothers friend and—“ “And my mother.” Wes finished for her.

Liza:

Once the hugs were over Liza followed inside the house, trying to not focus on how her heart was racing as she listened to the interaction between Wes and Esme, her eyes bouncing back and forth like it was a pingpong match, and on any other night with any other circumstance, Liza would have found their banter amusing and would have playfully chided Wes for being 'disrespectful' to his aunt. But right now everything just felt…tense. Uneasy. She just squeezed Wes' hand again as they were led into the living room.

Liza wasn't sure what she expected when she first laid eyes on Ada Evans, but this wasn't in. The curls she imagined of course (and in some part of her brain, she wondered if she and Wes had another girl, if she'd have long dark curls like this too) but it was the baby in her arms that nearly stole Liza's breath away, made her stop in her tracks just like Wes. And if this was a shock for her, she could only imagine what was going on in his head.

Hearing Aggie and Little Lizzie snapped her out of it though. No one but Wes and Sunny called her Lizzie and that was because no one but her mother called her that. So to hear it said like this now… Liza's eyes went from the baby back to Ada- to Wes' mother, but.. "Y…You knew my mom?"

Wes:

Wes was grateful that Liza spoke when he didn't. There were too much swimming in his mind to come up with a response to whatever the hell he was looking at. His mom had to have been pregnant when she left but was this Laurence's baby or someone else's? Did Ada have another family and that's why she hadn't spoken to him in nearly a year? What the hell was this? But despite Liza filling the silence with her question, all it did was add more to what was going on in Wes' head. Ada and Agnes were…

"She was my one of my best friends." Ada answered softly as she set the baby into his carrier and stood. Wes had gotten his height from Laurence but Ada was still taller than Liza. "Look at you. You're all grown up." Ada's eyes fell to Wes and Liza's joined hands and she smiled before adding, "Aggie and I used to say you two would fall in love some day." It was a joke between the two but they had no idea how right they would be.

And there were even more questions added to growing list of what the fuck's going through Wes' mind. Agnes and Ada were friends, Ada knew Liza, and Agnes knew Wes. Did that mean that he and Liza had met before that night he saw her at Neptune's bar?

"Westley?" Esme spoke softly, trying to pull Wes back down to planet earth like she always did when she could tell he was getting stuck in his head. Esme had been left in the dark about a lot but she was a smart woman and it didn't take much to put together what was going on in the Evans' household or that Wes was his own worst enemy or even the fact that Wes had panics attacks, which she feared was soon to happen with him.

"Who is that?" Wes didn't mean for that to be the first question that came out of his mouth but he couldn't stop staring at the baby and wondering if his mother cared less about him and Jared and their little sister than he thought.

Ada looked to her son and everything in her wanted to throw her arms around and apologize profusely for every bad thing that had ever happened to both of them, to cry and scream and explain that she knew she wasn't strong enough to leave and she'd never forgive herself for not being strong enough to leave with him when she finally gathered the courage to run. "Westley, meet your little brother." Ada swallowed hard before moving to turn the carrier so Wes could see the sleeping baby snuggled inside. "Lucas."

Liza:

Liza kind of felt her pulse rushing, pounding in her ears a bit, because she'd come here for Wes. To try and help him feel grounded and safe and to comfort him if needed. She never expected anything having to do with Ada be connected to herself. Her eyes kept flickering though from the baby in her arms to Ada herself, and as the woman set the baby down and moved closer to them, Liza's hand tightened on Wes', keeping her gaze on the woman. She was one of my best friends. Did Wes know that? Why hadn't James ever said anything…

Aggie and I…. Did that mean her mom had known Wes? Did she know Wes before they met all those months ago?

Her head was spinning with all this information she never expected to have. And if it was this bad for her, she could only imagine how it was for Wes. And hearing Esme say his name snapped her out of her own head. Liza squeezed his hand, shuffling a bit closer to him and bringing her other hand up, gently grabbing his arm as well and giving it another little squeeze.

She could deal with you're all grown up and the realizations that she and the Evans were maybe more intertwined than she'd thought later. Right now Wes was the most important thing. "Brother?" Liza spoke up softly, keeping her hands on him, practically hugging Wes' arm to her side. "I-Is that why you left Wes?" And maybe it was out of line and maybe it wasn't her question to ask, but Wes was hers and best friends with her mother or not, this woman had abandoned him and had hurt him and Liza would do whatever she could to protect him now.

Wes:

Wes watched his mother carefully as she moved a bit closer to him. Her whole demeaner changed when Liza asked the question that was burning in Wes' mind, like Ada had been succesfully blocking out all the bad, hoping to ignore it until it went away. She and Wes were a lot alike in that kind of thing. "I wanted to give him a chance I wasn't brace enough to give you and Amelia." Ada told him while tears pricked at her eyes, only looking to Wes as though she were ignoring Liza altogether now.

Wes felt his stomach drop but he tried not to lose his composure or let his anxiety take over his feelings at all. "Is he… dad's?" Wes asked in such a quiet voice he wasn't sure if Ada had even heard him until she nodded slowly. "Why?" It was the only question he could really think so ask that seemed to cover most of it. But Ada just shook her head. "I was hoping I could tell you… alone." She glanced at Liza just as Esme was starting to walk into the dining room. "Liz, maybe you could help me in the kitchen?" Esme chimed in, knowing how important this was for Ada to do this alone.

Wes reluctantly loosened his grip on Liza's hand because he didn't want Liza to have to listen to any of this anyway, but he ultimately changed his mind. "Whatever you have to say, you can say it in front of my wife."

"Wife?" Ada questioned with a new expression of hurt coming over her face-- one that made Wes' heart ache.

Liza:

Liza watched the woman carefully, listened to her carefully. So she noticed that when Ada answered her question, she replied to Wes. If Liza were a more angry, forward person, she'd probably call her out on it too. As it was though, Liza just focused on Wes, stroking her thumb over the side of his hand and against his arm, silent motions that she hoped to give him some semblance of being centered when the rest of his world was tilting on its axis.

It was when she was spoken to though and it was alluded that she should leave the room that Liza panicked a little, tensing up beside him- especially when she felt Wes' hand loosening around hers. And no. She wasn't leaving, she promised she wasn't going to let go…--

She was about to say as much too when she suddenly felt Wes' hand tightening again on hers and when he spoke she sucked in a breath, her head swiveling to look up at him as he said the words to his mother- which, judging by her reaction, she had no clue. Liza swallowed then, tightening her hand on his again before she moved her, the one gripped onto the side of his arm now shifting just enough so the rings on her finger were visible. "Wife." she confirmed softly, her eyes again on Ada as she realized- if she didn't know they were married, then she definitely didn't know about Ellie either. "A-And he's right. I-I'm not leaving his side. So…so whatever you'd like to say to him…you can say."

Wes:

Ada let noticed the glint from Liza’s engagement ring when she adjusted her hand on Wes’ arm. It shattered what was left of her heart to know her son had gotten married and she had no idea. God, not even a year ago Wes was going out with every witch in Salem it seemed, but now? Now Wes was married, and she couldn’t help but wonder what else she didn’t know about her son— the boy she’d been so close to when she was younger. The one she would sing to sleep, teach French to, and read bedtime stories. He was grown up and so different and she’d missed it all.

“I think you should sit.” Ada still spoke to Wes instead of him and Liza because she really didn’t want an audience for this. She was ashamed and hurt and didn’t want anyone to know except for the ones who deserved to know. Liza wasn’t one of them, in Ada’s opinion.

“Please just say what you have to say.” Wes was losing his patience and his anxiety was too high to continue this back and forth. “Please.” But wes felt he knew where this was going and it was already killing him.

Esme invited Wes and Liza to sit down and the sadness in her eyes seemed to confirm what Wes was thinking. But it was Esme’s request that made Wes agree and he sat with Liza. Wes let go of Liza’s hand but it was only so he could let his palm sit on her left thigh while he sat on the right side of her, causing his arm to cover her in a way that made him feel like he was protecting her. Although, even subconsciously doing so, putting himself in front of her wouldn’t protect her from what he was sure was about to come.

“Your father was… not a good man.” Ada was trying to find the most delicate way to put everything without bursting into tears from her own heartaches. So much of her life had been lost living in the same house as that monster. “He stopped hitting… b-but it was because he knew you were old enough and strong enough to defend us.” Ada let her eyes fall to the floor, unable to look her son in the eyes as she spoke. “So he started hurting me in private. I-in ways you couldn’t see.”

And Wes knew. He knew he was right about what he was thinking happened but he’d never once considered it until moments ago. How could he have been so blind? If he’d just left when Amelia did, would Lauren have left Ada alone? All these questions and more were swirling through Wes’ mind, all the while he felt he’d been gutted. Every part of him that made him human was ripping from him until he was hollow. He stayed to protect his mother but he couldn’t do that. He’d failed her in such a terrible way.

“No.” Wes felt his eyes sting with tears as he shook his head. “He didn’t. He wouldn’t—“ but he would. “No. No, no, no… tell me that’s not true.”

But Ada simply nodded while tears popped into her eyes. Wes had failed her, he couldn’t protect her, and this was all his fault.

Liza:

Felt a pang of guilt at the look on Ada's face and she looked down for a moment, letting out a breath since she knew that look would only get worse if and when Ada found out she was a grandmother now as well. And that thought made her look to the baby in the room, wondering how old he was, realizing there were now two new babies in the Evans family.

That thought didn't last for long though as they instead moved to the couch at Esme's request and when Wes let go of her hand Liza frowned, feeling another pang-- but then they were sitting and Wes was practically shielding her, holding her to his side and she let him, instead just pressing to his side as much as she could and Liza wrapped one arm around his shoulders, holding him close while the other rested on top of his hand on her thigh, silent as Ada began to speak.

Liza was a smart woman, but it didn't take a genius to get what Ada was alluding to as she began, but it was as she continued to speak and confirmed the fear that was already wriggling in the back of her mind that Liza felt her breath catch, her blood run cold.

She knew Laurence was abusive, knew he'd hurt Wes and the family, but this…

Liza's eyes darted to the baby then again, her own gaze glossing over with tears at the unsaid realizations of how this baby came to be… She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. What could she say anyways? What could anyone say about an abusive, vile man who beat his children and raped his wife? Swallowing thickly, Liza looked to Wes then instead as he began to speak and while she didn't know what to say or do for Ada, she did for him.

"Baby…" Liza whispered quietly, barely audible to even them two as she tightened her hand on his and moved her other to gently rub along his back and his shoulders, trying to comfort him as she saw the tears forming in his eyes.

Wes:

Wes felt sick to his stomach and nearly lost the contents of his stomach at wondering if anything remotely similar happened to his sister. It would've been his fault. All of this was. If he hadn't stayed, if he'd talked Ada into leaving, if he could've just gotten through to her then none of this would've happened. Maybe he should've taken shit from Laurence instead of trying to stand up to him.

"A-and that's why you left? T-to give him a chance?" Wes' eyes were pooling with tears at this point. Any other time he would've felt shame for being so upset but this? He never expected this. He never wanted this to happen. All he wanted was to protect the people in his life and he couldn't do that. Would that mean he couldn't protect Liza? God, could he not protect Elise?

Ada nodded as she wiped her own tears from her face but before anyone could say anything else, Esme felt the need to chime in. "Westley? I know this is a lot and it's hard to take in, but I know you. We all do. This is not your fault. None of it was your fault."

Liza:

Liza was tempted to haul Wes up to his feet and get him out of there, to get him away from prying eyes, maybe get him some fresh air. But there was also a tiny part of her that feared what he'd do if they got up, a second nanosecond of fear that maybe he'd run away from it all and leave them, leave her. She also feared he'd pull away from her, and that made her hand tighten on his, made her shuffle closer to him. Over the last few weeks she felt they'd been closer than ever, more honest and open…she didn't want to lose that.

So when Esme spoke Liza nodded, and her hand on his moved then, letting go of his hand so she could reach it up and cup his cheek instead, gently coaxing his head up, "Wes, Esme's right. Please don't blame yourself…" She asked softly, all her focus on him. "You didn't know. A-And you tried. You tried to keep her safe. That's what you do, you protect the people you love. Like you protect me, and like you protect Ellie.." Her words were quiet as she spoke, her words really only for Wes to hear but not really caring if the others heard. She pressed a kiss to his shoulder then, stroking her fingers over his cheek. "Baby, please look at me.."

Wes:

Wes shook his head when Esme spoke because it had to be his fault. How could she not see that it was? There was no sense in lying to him.

“There were times I did blame you. It’s why I didn’t tell you when I left.” Ada admitted, making Wes nearly choke back his tears before she continued, “but it’s not your fault. I promise.” And if Liza hadnt stolen his attention when he did, he might’ve even spotted Esme with an anger in his eyes he’d never seen in her before. Esme cared for and protected wes the best she could, so Ada telling him something that awful angered her more than anything.

“I- I think we should go.” Wes told Liza, giving her thigh a squeeze with his hand while he wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his free arm.

Liza:

Liza kept her gaze on Wes, wanting to give him a weak little smile, wanted to tell him it was okay and try to reassure him that this wasn't his fault--but then Ada was speaking again, and the words she said made Liza's head whip around. Liza wasn't an angry person. She wasn't vindictive and tried to never be hurtful, but right now she was all but glaring daggers at the woman, looking at her incredulously.

"How dare you say that to him?" Liza spoke up, still keeping her hands on Wes, but this time she felt like their positions were reversed and she was the one shielding him. "How dare you abandon your child and leave him to fend for himself with that…that monster, and then after falling off the face of the earth, you try and waltz back into his life when it's finally good? When he's finally happy and loved and safe.. and then try and blame him for someone else's actions?" Liza felt tears prickling at her eyes again, but this time it was in anger and in upset that this was happening. "I could never imagine doing to my child what you've done to yours."

Wes:

“Liza, let’s go.” Wes told her again because, despite how much it meant to him that Liza would defend him the way she was, he didn’t want to be in the room with Ada for a minute longer. He also wasn’t entirely convinced that he wasn’t to blame and the thought of being the reason so many awful things happened was a enough to make him sick.

Ada recoiled like Liza had struck her. “Don’t speak to me like you know what this did to me or like you understand what a mother would do. I left so Lucas wouldn’t grow up like that, and—“

“I think it’s best for Ada to go. You two can stay.” Esme cut her off. She had always been closer to Agnes than she was with Ada anyway, knowing she had tendencies to be just as shitty as anyone else. Wes was her son, as far as Esme was concerned. She loved him and treated him like he belonged to her, so she wouldn’t tolerate even someone like Ada hurting him the way she knew she had. “I’ll get you a room at seascape.”

Liza:

Liza felt that momma bear thing when it came to Elise, but apparently it also extended to Wes, because right now the upset and the need to protect him were so strong it was practically pulsing in her veins. "I understand exactly because I am a mother." Liza shot back simply, still holding Wes and not listening as he told her they should go. And maybe again it wasn't her news to tell and she shouldn't have blurted it out, but she couldn't help it right now. Not with all the twists and turns this night had taken.

"That's another thing you would have known had you not abandoned the person who was trying to protect you all that time. And as for growing up like that? Children aren't always products of their parents. Wes is nothing like your husband. He's kind and he's gentle and he'd never, ever hurt me or his daughter. He's a hell of a better parent and a better person than either of you could ever hope to be."

Wes:

“Liza..” Wes was practically pleading to get the fuck away from all this. He didn’t want to be there with his mom and his little brother that she seemed to care about far more than the rest of the Evans’ kids. He just wanted to go home and see his baby girl. He wanted to run from this and pretend it didn’t happen— pretend that Ada’s words wouldn’t stick with him.

Wes moved to stand, looking to Esme to shake his head and decline her invitation to stay. “We’re going.��� He looked to Ada then and his frown deepened. “Liza is more a mother in the past two months than you’ve ever been since Jared was born. She may not have had to deal with Laurence but I trust she’d never leave my daughter the way you left me and Amelia. You’ll never know her.”

Liza:

Liza deflated a bit when she heard the desperation in Wes' voice and she closed her eyes for a second, realizing maybe she'd taken it too far. She was just so angry at this woman..--her mother's apparent best friend. She'd definitely be talking to her father soon about it, see why nothing had ever been said. But for now..--

When Wes moved to stand Liza did as well, again moving her hand to lace their fingers together, wanting to hold onto him. She stayed quiet as Wes spoke to his mother, her gaze going from Wes to Ada to the baby and then back to him again when he spoke of her, praising how she was as a mother. Liza just squeezed his hand gently, a silent comfort (she hoped) and when Wes said Ada would never know her, Liza swallowed, hating that it'd come to this. She looked to the baby once more, feeling another pang because she'd like to get to know the baby, to have more family for her own baby to have, but not like this. "Sorry Esme." Liza spoke up softly, finally tearing her gaze away from Ada to look to the other woman.

Wes:

Wes looked to Esme and he hoped she understood how sorry he was. He and Esme had a an interesting relationship. They weren’t related and yet Esme seemed like the closest family he had. She was the closest to a real mother he’d had in years. Ada was good to them when they were little but Laurence had changed her and made her neglectful and just… not the same. Esme was always there, and despite Wes’ best efforts to push her away, or the week he stayed holed up in his room after he moved to Aurora bay before she made him get a job and find an apartment, Esme was there. She’d always been there. And he knew she wanted him to stay that night. He knew she wanted him to talk about what happened— she’d been telling him he needed to open up long before Liza had— but wes just couldn’t do it. Wes couldn’t sit here and have everyone tell him he’s not to blame when he was blamed for it. He felt responsible for it.

“Let’s go.” Wes told Liza so softly he wasn’t sure if she’d even heard him, but he gave her hand a little tug and they walked out the front door. If Ada or Esme said anything else, wes didn’t hear them.

Once outside, Wes was at war with himself. Everything in him screamed to close up and pretend nothing happened and keep his feelings bottle up until they were they easier to contain. But another part of him knew how much better things had been between him and Liza now that he was making an effort to be more open and honest. Things were so good and he didn’t want to be the one to ruin it.

“I’m sorry.” Wes dropped Liza’s hand and turned to face her. Yes, he’d have this conversation in Esme’s front yard if it meant he didn’t have to walk home and feel nothing but shame. “I’m sorry you had to head that and I’m sorry I couldn’t help her. I’m sorry if you think I’m—“ weak. He hated the thought of Liza believing that about him, but maybe he was. “I- I don’t know what to say or do. I don’t want to close up on you. Everything’s been so good but… I don’t know what to do with… this.” He was referring to all of his emotions. He was so used to hiding it all away that it felt strange to let them out in the open. He hated it even if it was a bit freeing.

Liza:

Liza nodded wordlessly as Wes spoke, giving one last parting look at Ada- something a mix between disdain and pity- before she just let Wes tug her out of the living room and out of the house. And while her head was still all over the place, she knew none of that was important right now. Right now, all that mattered was Wes.

She figured they'd talk at home, in the privacy of their room, so when Wes instead stopped them right in Esme's front yard and let go of her hand to face her, Liza let out a heavy breath and immediately shook her head. "Wes, no--" She stepped in closer. "There is nothing to apologize for. The only person who should be apologizing is Ada." she wouldn't call the woman his mother. Not right now.

Liza reached up, gently cupping his face. "Please don't close yourself off from me.." She asked quietly, frowning as she held his face, trying to coax him into looking at her. "Westley, you did nothing wrong. None of this is your fault. What he did is…..god, it's not because of you, and how dare she say that…" Liza felt tears prickling in her eyes again, but it was just because of how angry she was. How upset she was that Ada had done this to Wes. "You did help her as best you could. But Wes…you're the child here. It is not your job to be responsible and to try and be the savior. She should have protected you. All of you. She should have got you out of that situation. She failed here. She failed you." And Liza didn't even care if either woman came out then and overheard. All she cared about was Wes. "I…I told you last week…I have never lied to you. So who are you going to believe here? Her? Or me?"

Wes:

Wes let out a small breath as Liza cupped his face in her hands, his eyes filling with tears by the second. “What if I make the same mistakes with you or with Elise?” Because that’s all that mattered to him. Could he protect them? It wasn’t a question of if he would become his father— he knew he couldn’t do the vile things he’d done, but wes was afraid he couldn’t keep others from doing the same to his girls. He wanted to protect them, he wanted them safe, and he never wanted the world to hurt them the way it had him. “I trust you, Liza… I just want to trust myself— for you to trust me.”

Liza:

"You won't." Liza told him without missing a beat and she stepped in closer to him, into his space as she kept her hands on his face and she looked up, trying to catch his gaze. "Wes, you've taken care of me every day. And Ellie? You do everything for her. I believe with every ounce of me that we are safe with you. So of course I trust you…" Liza let one of her hands move off his face then so she could grab his instead and she moved it, pulling his hand so his palm would rest on her chest over her heart.

"I trust you with my heart and with my life. I trust you with our daughter. Did you hear what I said to Ada? Children are not always products of their parents. If anything, they showed you what not to be. You are not them, and you never will be. A…And I'll tell you it every day until you believe it."

Wes:

“I’d do anything for you and Ellie. anything.” And that was far more than his parents could ever promise. Wes adored his new little family and he’d do anything to keep them together and keep them safe and happy.

Wes watched as Liza brought his palm over her chest, and he focused on the little thump of her heart while she spoke. “I’ll keep you two safe. I promise.” Wes pulled Liza towards him by her waist and wrapped his arms around her for a moment. He still wasn’t totally convinced what happened to his mother wasnt his fault, but he would trust that Liza didn’t think so.

Liza:

"I know. I know you would. And it is not fair that she tried and pin anything on you. You did nothing wrong, Wes. You were the victim here and you needed to be protected…" Liza again felt that wave come over her. No one before protected him- but she would. She'd be damned in Ada or Laurence or anyone tried to hurt him again.

Wes was pulling her in then and Liza let him, just leaning up on her toes so she could wrap her arms around his neck, holding him close. "I know." She told him softly, letting her hand sink into the hair at the back of his head to hold him close. "You already do keep us safe. You keep me safe..a…and I'll do everything I can to keep you safe." she turned her head then to press a kiss to the side of his head before she pulled back just a little, looking up at him again. "Let's go home, huh? See our girl?"

Wes:

Wes moved his hands from Liza's waist to her face, cupping her cheeks with his palms. She was so warm and soft and everything he wasn't. He loved her more than anything and he was grateful she was there for him even though he almost fought her on coming. "I'm sorry this is how we've spent our night." He told her quietly as he moved to take her hand instead. "At least we can spend the rest with each other and Elise."

Liza:

"Don't be sorry." Liza told him softly, reaching her hand up to card through his hair and tuck some curls behind his ear. "None of this is your fault, okay?" She stroked her thumb over his cheek before she let go so he could take her hand and she nodded. "We can. I can make us some dinner? And we can make some strawberry cookies too."

Wes:

Wes nearly pouted at Liza’s kindness because he was sure he didn’t deserve an ounce of it. But when Liza offered to make dinner, he shook his head gently. “I’m not sure I have much of an appetite after that.” He huffed out a small laugh before giving Liza a little tug so they could go home. It was really saying something too because he never passed on Liza’s strawberry cookies. “I’m sorry it turned out like this.”

Liza:

"Okay. No big dinner then, but you still need to eat a little something." She told him softly, figuring maybe she'd just make them some grilled cheeses or something easy like that, because despite everything she still needed to make sure he was taken care of- even if he wasn't going to do it himself. When Wes apologized again though she just shook her head, lacing their fingers together and giving his hand a squeeze. "You have nothing to apologize for." She assured him, bringing their hands up as they walked so she could press a kiss to the back of his hand.

Wes:

Wes was really trying to be strong and hold himself together without building up a wall that shut Liza our entirely, but he wasn’t sure how long he could actually do that. His stomach twisted at the mere thought of dinner, and he was sure he’d find himself emptying the contents of his stomach at some point in the night whether he had dinner or not. That’s what always happened to him when his anxiety was high and nerves were shot. He just wasn’t sure if Liza was aware of that and he worried about what she’d think. That evening had done nothing but make Wes feel like the smallest and worthless thing on the planet. He was just trying to remind himself that Liza didn’t feel that way about him.

“Im not sure if it’s a good idea for me.” He told her softly and gave Liza’s hand a squeeze in return. Everything in him was screaming to build up those walls and pretend this night never happened, but Wes refused to shut Liza out. Unfortunately, they meant he was struggling to keep the pain he was feeling from taking over him. It was as though the closer they got to Liza and Sterling’s house, the closer he came to having to sit with this information and feel it.

Liza:

Liza didn't want to push too hard even though she felt he should eat something, but she just let out a breath and nodded, "Okay." She agreed softly, squeezing his hand again. She knew his thoughts must have been a mess, knew his emotions were probably all over the place…and again, she just feared that this would be a set back. She didn't think Wes was going to leave her or anything, but..she didn't want to go back to how things used to be- with his walls up and his secrets and his I'm fine's when he so clearly wasn't. She just..wanted to help.

But she also didn't want to smother him.

So when they got to their front porch Liza turned to him again and she reached up, cupping his cheek. "Do you want a few minutes alone?" She offered quietly, stroking her thumb over his cheek. "I…I can get Ellie and all, get myself something to eat, and meet you upstairs?"

Wes:

Wes was reaching for the door when Liza moved her hand to his cheek, and he turned to look at her. He didn't want to be treated like he was broken or even like Liza had to tip toe around him. Wes wanted things to go back to normal and he didn't want to feel this ache in him that he knew would grow painful if only he'd allow himself to feel it. Sometimes he wasn't sure if it was better to feel it or pretend it wasn't there, but he was used to pretending it wasn't there, so he wasn't sure how else to go about it. But truthfully, "I don't want to be alone. Not tonight." His voice was so quiet that he wasn't even sure if Liza heard him but he was afraid that if he was alone he'd just fall asleep into a self loathing mess. "I want you and Elise."

Liza:

Liza didn't want to leave him alone, but she'd do it if it was what he needed (and she'd only really do it for a few minutes) but when Wes said he didn't want to be alone, she let out a breath (a bit relievedly) and she nodded. "Okay." She agreed softly, keeping her hand on his cheek for a moment more before she moved to unlock the door and let them inside.

Sunny was asleep on Sterling's lap on the couch and Elise was asleep in her rocker, making Liza smile just a little bit despite everything. She knew her sister was going to have questions, but she didn't think tonight would be the best time to talk about, well..everything. "How was our Elliebean?" she asked, leading them over to where the baby was so Liza could pick her up, her smile actually growing as the baby stirred and woke up, blinking up at her. "Hi my love." She cooed, pressing a kiss to her head before going to Wes, "You wanna go to daddy?" She asked, moving to pass her to Wes since she figured holding his daughter could maybe help right now.

Wes:

Sterling was sitting on the couch with Sunny sleeping on her lap when Liza and Wes walked through the door. Her brows furrowed in confusion because it felt like they just left. "Back already?" She asked quietly, but by the look on their faces and from what she was aware of with Wes' family, she figured it wasn't a great time to ask for an explanation. "Are you guys okay?" She could at least be told that much.

Wes didn't answer but he followed Liza to Elise her rocker and he was planning to wrap his arms around Liza's waist and just hold both his girls in that moment, but before he could Liza was turning and asking Elise if she wanted him. Admittedly, he wanted Liza to keep her so he could cling to Liza, but he held his arms out for his daughter instead. "Hi sweet girl." He cooed as he gently rest her in his arms. His free hand moved to lay on Elise's chest and in turn she took hold of his finger, something that made his heart ache because he loved his little family so much. "I'll always take care of you." He whispered to the baby and pressed a small kiss to her nose.

Liza:

Liza bit her lip, not wanting to overstep or anything but not wanting to just ignore the question either. "Everything will be okay." She told her with a nod- because it would be. She watched Wes with the baby for a moment, the little smile still on her face and she moved to his side, pressing a kiss to his arm. "Do you want tea or anything before we go upstairs?" She offered quietly, knowing he didn't want to eat, but maybe something warm could help? She wasn't even sure, she just…she just wanted to help. She hated knowing he wasn't okay.

Wes:

"Lavender?" Wes tore his eyes off his daughter to look at Liza, his voice soft and small. "I think that would be nice but I don't want you to have to make it if you're not up for it." Because Wes couldn't quite fathom someone wanting to take care of him even after Liza had shown she wnated to over and over again. "I want to lay down with you." he added softly, keeping close to Liza so only she'd hear.

Liza:

"I can do lavender." She assured him softly. She knew Sterling probably had a hundred questions and was maybe listening to them more than whatever was on the tv or her phone, but Liza didn't care right now. Wes was all that she was focused on. She moved again to press another kiss to his arm before she looked up at him and nodded, "We can do that too. Let's just go to the kitchen real quick?" She asked, moving to wrap her arm around his waist and even giving a little nudge. "Thank you for babysitting, Sterl."

Wes:

Wes felt his chest clench at Liza telling him they should go into the kitchen. He told himself that she merely wanted to make him tea but he worried she wanted to ask him something or talk about the night more than they already had. He didn't want to think about it anymore but it was all that was on his mind.

Sterling told Liza it wasn't a problem as she tried to hide the worry in her eyes but she knew that whatever happened they would be okay. And Liza would tell her at some point, right?

Wes moved into the kitchen and leaned against the counter by the stove. Anxiety twisted his stomach but he tried to focus on his daughter and Liza.

Liza:

Liza could feel how tense Wes was and she hated it, she wished she could make it all go away. She hated not knowing how to help. She hated feeling helpless. But if tea was maybe one thing that could maybe help, she'd do it. So she led him into the kitchen and immediately got to work on getting the kettle full of water and on the stove, along with putting a few slices of toast into the toaster for the both of them (or maybe just herself) and while she waited she finally turned to him again, watching him carefully. "I-Is…is there anything I can do?"

Wes:

Liza didn’t say anything so Wes hoped she wasn’t going to. He turned his attention of Elise who squirmed a little in his arms before squishing her little cheek against his arm and drifting off to sleep again. He was sure she wouldn’t stay like this long but he and Liza had bottles so he could feed her sometimes too.

Wes watched their baby as he gently caressed her cheek. It was calming and almost reassuring that she seemed so at ease with him. He could get her to sleep so easily and she got excited when he was around. It made him feel like he was doing something right. Suddenly, Liza was speaking again, and Wes met her eyes. That awful ache came back and he shook his head. “Just be here, I guess.” He wasnt really sure. He didn’t exactly have healthy ways of coping but he wasn’t about to do any of that when he had a wife and baby at home. “I don’t really know what to think of any of this. Just please don’t treat me like I’m broken.” But he was broken. And maybe he should let someone help him hold the pieces together at times instead of struggling to do it himself.

Liza:

Liza nodded again, feeling a bit like she was walking on eggshells. She wasn't sure what to say or do because she didn't want to say or do the wrong thing. she didn't want to make it worse. "I'm not going anywhere." She told him softly, and she was about to open her mouth to speak again when Wes did first, and his words made her deflate a bit, her shoulders sagging.

"I-I wasn't…--I didn't mean to..treat you that way. If I have. I'm sorry." So much for not doing the wrong thing. The toast popped a second later and she jumped just a tiny bit before she moved to get it. A minute later she had four slices buttered and cut up on a plate and with the kettle whistling she got the water, making two cups of tea the way Esme had taught her to since she knew it was how Wes liked it. "Okay, let's go upstairs? She probably has some time left until she gets whiny for a feeding if you wanna do it?" She offered, knowing Wes liked when he got to feed her.

Wes:

“I didn’t mean it like that.” Wes frowned as he felt a pang of guilt in his chest for making everything worse. “I just meant I don’t want that to happen. It’s stupid, I’m sorry. But you’re wonderful. You’re always wonderful and you’re extra wonderful now.” He wasn’t sure what he could do to save himself from that but he was grateful she moved on to ask about going upstairs. “I can do it.” He agreed softly before they went upstairs.

Liza:

Liza bit the inside of her lip, her thoughts all over the place and she just tried not to show her emotions on her face too much, tried to just stop overthinking. "O-Okay. I'm sorry." She told him softly before she moved to him, holding the plate of toast in one hand and the mugs of tea in the other. "Let's go."

Liza led them upstairs to their room and she put one of the mugs down on the nightstand on his side for him before she moved to sit on the side, putting the plate down on the bed next to her and taking a sip of her tea as she toed off her heels. "Sit with me?"

Wes:

Wes followed Liza upstairs and leaned over to rest Elise on the middle of their bed so she’d be between them. The baby squirmed a little but she stayed asleep. Wes moved over to Liza’s side of the bed and sat down next to her. “I wish i couldve done more.”

Liza:

Liza looked down to Ellie sleeping still when Wes put her down before he was sitting beside her and her attention then moved to him, only hesitating for a second before she reached her free hand over and rested it on his thigh. "Wes…..baby, what more do you think you could have done?" She asked it carefully, frowning as she watched him. "Everything I said before…I meant it. You should have been protected. It wasn't your job to stop him or do more. It's not fair for it to be pinned on you…"

Wes:

Wes frowned as he let his eyes fall to the floor where he stared for a minute before he tucked his arm underneath Liza's and scooped her hand into his. "I don't know what I could've done. I guess nothing?" He gave half a shrug because he didn't have the energy to even do that. "I've never been able to protect the people I love. No one. Did I… well, did I ever tell you about Holland?" He asked her softly, his eyes finally meeting hers.

Liza:

Liza gave him the time he needed, not wanting to push- not wanting him to close up on her again. So when he reached for her hand and held it she let out a relieved little breath, the tension in her shoulders relaxing a bit. But when he spoke….

"Wes…" Liza shook her head and shifted closer to him, gently moving her other hand to his face, reaching across him gently. "You protect me, and you protect your daughter. Just like you did tonight. We…you won't let the people who hurt you, hurt her. That is being protective…and that's being a good parent…" she stroked her thumb over his cheek, frowning because it killed her that he was feeling like this and she was powerless against it. "…Holland?"

Wes:

"Holland was my neighbor and best friend when I was living in Salem. One night she talked me into going to this party because she was invited by some dick from her university. We got into a stupid argument and she told me to leave but she was drunk and I didn't want to leave her there alone. I almost did. But if I'd just stuck with her like I said I would have, then maybe that creep and his friends wouldn't have touched her-- hurt her. She moved a few months later and I haven't spoken to her since. But I always think about that-- about how if I'd just done one thing different… if I didn't start to leave… would it kept it from happening?" Wes met Liza's eyes again. "And now I always worry about doing one thing wrong that could end up hurting you or Elise. And I know I shouldn't but I can't help it."

Liza:

Liza again went quiet, listening as Wes began to explain who Holland was and what'd happened to her. A shudder ran down her spine and she swallowed, blinking down for a moment before she shook her head. "Wes…that…that's awful but…how is it your fault?" She asked gently, keeping jer hand on his face still to keep their gazes locked. "You couldn't have known what was going to happen to her. Just like you didn't know what was happening to your mother. The acts of other people are not your fault. Other peoples' choices are not yours."

Liza moved then, letting her hands move off him but just so she could move to stand in front of him, gently coaxing her way to stand between his legs so she could hold his face in both her hands. "You will not hurt me. And you will not hurt Elise. I believe that with every fiber of my being that you will do everything possible to not hurt us."

Wes:

Wes looked down at his hands in his lap when Liza let go of him, but in no time she was cupping his face once more and making him look at her. His shoulders slumped a little and he felt his lips tugging into a frown just like the way he felt there was a weight pulling the rest of his body down. "I 'm tired." He told her softly, hoping she understood it went beyond staying up late to take care of Elise. This was an exhaustion that stemmed from a life of constantly being hurt and worn down. Where he's been in pain over and over again. "And I just… I just want to lay down with you. I want to forget about everything for a while. I want you to hold me." The last bit came out in a whisper so quiet it was barely audible.

Liza:

Liza watched him as she held his face, could see how the weight of everything was pulling him down. She hated it. She ached to do anything to help him. So when he just asked to be held, she nodded. "Okay." she agreed softly, keeping her hands on his face she leaned down to kiss his head, lingering for a second before she pulled away. "Change out of your clothes? I'll put Ellie in her bassinet." She instructed softly as she moved to gently pick up the baby still sleeping on the bed.

Wes:

Wes leaned into Liza’s touch as she kissed his head while holding his face. Liza could turn anything into a silver lining, she could bring warmth and light into the darkest days for Wes, and she was a reason to get up and keep going. Liza meant so much to him and it made him ache all over to even consider something terrible happening to her. He couldn’t help but let his mind wander to something like what happened to Holland or his mother happening to Liza. He wanted to keep her safe at all costs. He loved her with every fiber of his being and he desperately needed her to know that.

Wes pressed a kiss to Liza’s stomach while she kissed his head and when she pulled away and told him to change, he nodded and moved to do so. It wasn’t until wes was unbuttoning his shirt that he realized his hands were shaking but he just ignored it and kept going. He made sure to avoid the mirror because he knew he’d end up looking at his scars, and he changed into an oversized band shirt and a pair of sweatpants before he moved back to the bed where he sat down and waited for Liza.

Liza:

Liza carefully picked Elise up to not wake her, knowing she'd probably have \another hour or two before waking up hungry, and once settled in her bassinet Liza quickly changed out of her dress and into one of Wes' shirts, not bothering with pants of anything since it hung off her like a dress anyways (and she knew he liked it too).

The moment she was done changing she went over to the bed and grabbed his hand, all but tugging on it as she pulled for him to get up and climb into bed with her, wasting no time in laying back against the headboard so she was half-sitting up and she pulled him with her, wanting him to settle on top of her. "And you won't hurt me. I'm okay." She told him ahead of time, not wanting him to shift his weight or not fully lay on her.

Wes:

Wes moved with Liza so he could rest his head against her chest, and he admittedly felt a bit guilty for asking her to hold him like this. Shouldn’t he be the one taking care of her since she’d just had a baby? He couldn’t help but think that he didn’t deserve it. But he knew if he voiced that concern, Liza would tell him otherwise. “Thank you.” Wes decided to tell her instead. “I love you.”

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heya! can i request lots of lip gallagher angst please? i love what you write and need him in my life </3

Thank you so much! I'm not sure when I'll be able to make more Lip angst or Lip fic's, but I'll be sure to try when I get an idea. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this one. 💜

Lip Gallagher X Reader-Imagine trying to convince Lip that Helene, his professor, isn't the best thing for him, but he can't see the truth

Warning! Mentions of virginity and sex, but there is no actual smut. Slight fluff. Lots of Angst. Not sure if this has been done before. If it has, credit to them, and this is my version of it.

Smiles and laughs grace your best friend, Lip, and you can't help grin just because he seems happy. He tells you about his recent endeavors at college, specifically how he’s having the greatest adventures with his professor, Helene. When you 1st heard about this mysterious woman, you were initially livid, on the inside, of course. You wanted to know everything and nothing about her all at once. However, just like always you had to find a way within yourself to support Lip’s happiness. You always hold onto the friendship that’s graced the both of you with each other. Also, you couldn’t help internalizing Lip’s trauma's and emotions throughout the years. He deserved to go to school and become even greater than he already is, and although you couldn't always stomach the thought of him with someone else, you’d support that too to see him be loved. You were as it goes hopelessly devoted to Lip, so you hadn't really dated too much. Nothing could ever get serious when you’d hold him in your heart.

🖇

One day, you were at Lip’s dorm helping him clean up a bit when Lip seemed to really catch the fact that you'd apparently been single for “too long”. You scoffed at Lip and asked, “What’s that your business for?” He laughed at the comment and added, “I just want you to be happy. I mean we don’t get as much time these days. Me in college and with…” He smiled and looked off to space. You mouth her name as he says, “Helene.” You roll your eyes at it and shake your head and bitterly say, “I don’t need to be with someone to be happy.”

“I get that, but maybe you’d seem a little...a little...better?”

“Better?”

“You just seem a little down lately. Seeing as you won’t tell me what it’s about, I’m just trying to find an all around solution because I care.” His hand finding your shoulder.

”I’m doing fine, really. You're just so up in the clouds-”

“I want you up here too.” You sigh as the words are a rubber band to the heart as you wished he meant together...

“Lip, I don’t need someone.”

“It doesn't have to be serious. Just get laid.“ His insistent nature angers you to shout, “I can't! I’ve never-” You stop yourself too late. Your virginity has never been a topic of concern. You both just glossed over it. To you, it never seemed like Lip knew you hadn’t gotten that far, regardless, you never wanted it to be made so clear. Silence passed between you two before he started to laugh and said, “You’re fucking joking.” You looked down to your feet, which was when he actually believed your words. “No shit. No fucking way! You haven’t gotten laid yet!”

“Want to scream it out any louder! Shut the fuck up!” He laughed before he held his hands up in surrender.

“That’s crazy to me.”

“Of course it is. You bang anything that walks. Lip-”

“Even with any of your s/o’s, you never-”

“No! I'm a virgin. No big deal!”

“Yes. I just find it hard to believe nobody would try. Did they?”

“Maybe once or twice, and I shut them down.”

“Not good enough for you.”

“Something like that.”

“People are fucking stupid. You are hot, and it surprises me there aren't any more.”

“It's the story of my life.”

“What?”

“Getting overlooked.” You said simply before continuing to stack a book on a high shelf.

“Come on, that can’t be true.” He turns you toward him. “I see you unless I see dead people.”

“Haha.” You grin.

“I’m serious though. When you walk into the room, it’s brighter. Maybe you catch the attention of shy people. Maybe pay more attention?”

“Can we stop talking about it?”

“Yeah. Yeah.”

🖇

You were on your way home late at night when you got a call from Lip. You answered and immediately thought it was a bit late.

“Hey!” He said a little off.

“Lip, what’s up?”

“Just need a drinking buddy.” You hear a bottle crash on his side of the phone.

“You doing okay there?”

“Yup! Having the bez time.”

“You already started drinking without me. Where are you?”

“I think I’m on campus on like a lawn-can’t remember which one.”

“I’ll be right there. Stay on the li-” He hung up. You jumped a fence and ran all over campus with no sign of him, and he wouldn't take you calls. You finally found him toward the back exit of the campus. He was swinging his body silly with heavy footsteps. You rushed over to support him. Immediately, he detached himself. A pout on his face with slumped shoulders. “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” He laughs dryly.

“Come on, sit down.” You have him sit on the curb and wish you brought him a bottle of water or something. “What’s this about?”

“Helene...She’s married. She has a kid.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry. This must be shocking to hear-”

“I already knew.”

“What do you mean you knew?”

“These past few...weeks? Weeks, I think, I knew. Hell, her husband watched us-Well, watched us fornicate.”

“Gross.” You couldn’t help but say. He shrugged at your reaction, not really being able to defend that truth. “You agreed to it?”

“I did, but I feel her pulling away now. I haven’t changed anything though.” He turns quickly toward me like he’d get whiplash. He points his finger to his chest and hits his chest aggressively as he says, “I’m me! I’m still giving her everything I have!...It leaves me in a funk.”

“You want to be with her that badly?”

“Yeah.”

“But, it doesn't feel so good.”

“Right.”

“You know why?”

“Yeah. I just said she has-”

“I didn’t mean the family thing.”

“Then, why?”

“You should try a relationship that’s more meaningful.”

“This is meaningful to me.”

“I meant a healthy meaningful.”

“Who are you to tell me?” He said it harshly.

“You’re right. I have no right to tell you what’s meaningful to you. You have to admit you're not in the best situation.”

“You’re one to talk. You’d rather have nothing than search for something. I think your standards are too high.”

“Trust me, they're not that high… Top 3 are honesty, communication, and trust.”

“Hmm ...You want to tell me something?” He smirked.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m all three of those for you. I must be your dream guy.”

”You could be, except it wouldn’t happen obviously.”

“Are you sure about that?'' He found himself saying.

“Here we are talking about your women, I’m sure...” You bite at your lip. Your thoughts stop when you see a few tears branching out of his eyes. You comb your hand through his hair. As he looked for more comfort, he wanted to lay down. You convinced him to let you get him to his dorm. He allowed you that, and he cried himself to sleep on your lap. He snuggled into your leg while you rubbed his back. You’d already had a distaste for Helene, but now you really couldn't stand her. She’d been fooling Lip, and she still had the power to keep going along with it.

🖇

After the incident, Lip wanted to act like it didn’t happen. He had told you that they were working on it. He even said it might be the closest thing to a relationship he’s had. You wanted to be there for him, but you had to admit you couldn't support this harm. There is a difference in this case to supporting him. You didn’t want to be a part of any longer. You kept quiet about it initially since she’d only done “one” wrong by him, according to Lip. He talked to you less and less it seemed after it. You tried your best, but something always seemed to come up. You’d get calls from Ian or Fiona that he’s drinking a lot which worries you and hasn't attempted AA when they think it's becoming a big issue. Finally, you confronted Lip on the street.

“I can't talk now.” He said. You didn’t let him push past you and stated, “No. You are not ditching me once again. You have stuff going on. It probably has to do with that woman-”

“Helene. That's none of your business.”

“None of my business?” You look at the bag under his eyes. He reeked of alcohol on his disheveled clothes. “She’s ruining you, but that’s none of my business? What happened this time?” He took out a cigarette and lit it before he sniffed and gave you a side smirk.

“I just maybe happened to beat up her son after I thought she cheated on me with him. Isn't that funny?” He giggled and hiccupped.

“Why were you upset? You were fine when she had a husband to cheat on you with.”

“That was different. Anyway, I see you’re upset about the lack of time I’ve been spending with you, but I can fix it. Let go for a drink.'' He put his arm around your shoulder and was probably leading you to Kev and V’s. You removed the arm and snapped, “What you need is some water. You’ve had enough.”

“What do you mean I haven’t drunk today?”

“Tell that to your breath and clothes. Do you think I’m stupid?”

“I think this conversation is stupid and remember why I was trying not to talk to you.”

“You did it on purpose?”

“I just knew you’d get all worried for nothing.”

“For nothing? She’s not good for you to begin with. Lip” You hold his hand and softly say, “Lip, She was your professor and married.”

“Don’t talk to me like I’m stupid.”

“Lip-”

“I love her! She sure is a hell of a lot better than the ones telling me otherwise. You have no right to judge me. Take a look at yourself!”

“What are you talking about?”

“You go around pining for me in hope someday you’ll be the one. You’re pathetic! You can’t be the one because Helene was! She is! You’re single because no one wants you! You try to act so high and mighty! If you're so great and talented, leave! You’re useless around here! You fucking suffocating me with your supposed love and care! Thanks so much for it! You-”

”Stop!...I get it. You don’t want me around. Get some help from a sponsor and go to the AA meetings.” Tears began to pour, and you sniffled. “You wouldn’t want to lose and hurt someone you actually care about.” As he saw your tears and hurt, he sobered up slightly and said, “Wait-” You quickened your steps to get away as fast as possible. He tried to follow after, but his drunken body wouldn't allow it as he reached forward and fell right on his ass. "Fuck!"

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True Mate -part 3

Here is the much requested part 3 of "True Mate" and "True Mate pt. 2". Thank you to the anon that sent in the idea for this part! *Familiar characters are NOT mine!*

Fandom: Twilight

Warnings: Fluff, angst, a bit of Bella-bashing, mentions of manipulation. The usual. Picks up where part 2 left off!

Pairings/Characters: Edward Cullen x vampire!reader, Bella Swan, The Olympic Coven, the Volturi, Jacob Black

"You can't be serious," Bella seethed when you and Edward returned downstairs after your conversation with Carlisle. Edward arched a brow. Clearly she'd been listening in on your talk. "And why not? They are my family, Bella." You wanted to say something so badly, but you knew she and Edward needed to get it all out in the open if you and he were going to stay.

While Edward had been happy to be with you, even conforming to your life style after countless months of agonizing over it, he still missed his family. You had been with the Volturi for a millennium. Edward hadn't had nearly that long with his family. So together you decided to return to Forks if Carlisle allowed it.

"You're kidding me, right?! You've become the same as them," she protested angling her head in your direction, "You eat people." You rolled your eyes and couldn't stay quite any longer. "Are you done? I came because Edward wanted to, but believe me when I say that I will NOT take kindly to you talking poorly about MY family, Miss Swan. I am no more a monster than you are and perhaps even less so. Now I don't wish to cause Carlisle or Esme any more grief so what do you say we forget about this and move passed it?"

Bella glared at you for a moment before speeding from the house. You let out a sigh. "Forgive me, Carlisle. I did not mean to bring so much trouble." Carlisle smiled at you. "You didn't. Bella hasn't…adjusted to the life as well as we had hoped. You are more than welcome here. It will be nice to have our family under one roof again. We'll figure out the details as we go."

*short time skip*

Life with the Cullens was pretty peaceful. Well, if you don't count Hurricane Alice helping with wedding plans. While she wasn't particularly as fond of you as the others, she was sweet enough and you hoped to form a bond with her one day. She was going to be your sister-in-law after all. She seemed pleased when you asked her for her assistance. All-in-all, you were happy. There was just one tiny little hiccup in your pre-marital bliss. Bella Swan.

You tried your hardest. Really you had. You didn't want there to be any animosity between you clouding your wedding or the Cullen house. But Bella wasn't budging in her pure hatred of you. You didn't need Jasper to tell what she was feeling and you knew you weren't the only one who could see through the false smiles and fake words of friendship. She absolutely loathed you.

"She will get over it," Edward told you one evening as you lay in bed. You played with his fingers and sighed before snuggling closer to him. "I hope so. I really don't need her attitude." Edward chuckled, but suddenly grew serious. You weren't worried as this was normal for him. The man always seemed to have something on his mind.

"It's hard not to when you can read other people's thoughts," he commented, earning a glare from you. You hated when he read your mind though you knew he couldn't always help it. "I regret pulling Bella into this life. Even before I turned her. I was just so…intoxicated by her. I'm sorry you're having to deal with the consequences of my actions." You silenced him with a kiss.

"Shut up. If not for her I probably wouldn't have met you for another millennia, if at all. I may not like her, but she is the reason you came to Volterra in the first place." Edward gave you that crooked smile of his that you loved and pulled you in for another kiss. You couldn't wait to marry this man. If you had known then what was going to happen, you might not have been so eager for the wedding day.

As far as weddings go, this one was tame. You'd been to several in Volterra and of course the Volturi never do anything by halves. But Alice was still a force to be reckoned with as she tried to make sure everything was perfect. You were getting ready when Bella entered the room. You smiled at her as best you could, but her eyes glared daggers at you.

"What can I do for you, Miss Swan?" Bella crossed her arms over her chest. "You can leave." You scoffed. What kind of world was she living in? Trying to intimidate you was probably the worst decision. "That's not going to happen and I am not letting you ruin this day for Edward. Now I suggest you leave me to get ready in peace."

"Leave. Call it off. This was always meant to be my life. Not yours." You rolled your eyes. "I'll ask you again to leave me in peace, Miss Swan. Please don't make me call Felix in here." Bella blanched at the mention of the Volturi executioner's name. She ran from the room leaving you wondering what her problem was and why the smell of wet dog seemed to linger in her wake.

Before you could even realize, it was time for the ceremony to start. If you could have cried, you probably would have you were so happy. It was over in a blur and suddenly you were Edward's spouse. You were honestly surprised Bella hadn't uttered a word during the "whole speak now or forever hold your peace" part. There was something uneasy behind the smile she had plastered on her face. It was the at the reception that you would learn what.

You were dancing with Caius when it happened. The putrid smell of wet dog came out of nowhere and you were suddenly on your back in the dirt. Shifter. This beast was massive. Sure, you could fight it off easily, but you really were trying to behave yourself. Someone else tackled the beast off you and you sprang up.

"Jacob, what are you doing?" Edward asked. Your eyes instantly searched for Bella. Edward had told you about her friendship with the shifter. She stood off to the side with that same smirk on her face. "On our wedding day? Really?" you asked out loud with a sigh. It was at that same time that Jacob crouched, ready to attack you again.

"Jacob, stop! Whatever Bella told you to get you here is a lie," Edward tried to reason with him and Jacob stopped for a moment, but Bella seemed to have some sort of hold over the shifter. "No, Jacob. This person really is a monster. They turned Edward into a monster. It's only a matter of time before they break the treaty." Jacob prepared to attack again. That was the last straw. Your resolve was finally broken. You hated to do it, but it seemed you had no choice. You didn't want to hurt Jacob, but you knew your gift would have no effect on the mastermind herself. Jacob was the next best thing.

With a shaky sigh, you turned back to Jacob and met his eyes. He began panting and his pupils dilated. You and the rest of the vampires could hear his heart rate pick up before he let out an agonizing howl. "I'm sorry, Jacob. I know it hurts. Confronting your fears always does," you spoke in a voice that was nothing like your own. Creepy yet calm. Almost eerily ethereal. Edward flinched at the thoughts racing through Jacob's mind.

You hated using your gift. While you had complete control over it, it wasn't pleasant to use. Forcing people to face their own worst fears was a horrible thing to do and to witness. Fear can make people do unpredictable things. But it was your only option at this point. You didn't want anyone to physically harm him. He was being manipulated by Bella.

"I can make go away. You just need to leave, okay?" You forced your power to stop and Jacob looked at you briefly. You gave him a sad smile. "I'm sorry." Jacob's massive head shook as if trying to rid himself of the images and, with one last growl, he ran off.

"What did you do to him?!" Bella shrieked, causing Caius to race forward and grab her by the throat. He was very protective of you and even though he hadn't been too pleased about your marriage to Edward, he appreciated the nature of true mates. "Father, please," you said softly to Caius and then turned your attention to back to Bella, "I simply made him face his worst fears. I told you time and time again not to test my patience, Bella Swan. Now you have doomed your dearest friend. If you can even call him that. The pack will force him out for breaking the treaty himself by coming on Cullen lands and attacking me. Did you even consider what would happen to him? Or were you too absorbed in your own selfish reasoning to care?"

Bella stared blankly at you, clearly not understand what you were telling her. "Caius, if I may," Carlisle's calm voice broke in. Caius reluctantly let go of Bella, grimacing in disgust. "Bella, we've tried to be patient with you. We have explained this to you time and time again. You have broken our treaty with the Quileute tribe and are forcing us to have to leave our home. But worst of all, you put my son and his mate in danger. For that, you are no longer welcome in our family." His voice grew more authoritative as he spoke, surprising you.

"But-" Bella started but Aro cut him off. "The leader of the coven has spoke, Isabella. There will be no argument. I suggest you leave before we have to step in. But do not mistake Carlisle's leniency for the Volturi's compassion. We will be watching you to ensure that you adhere to our laws even without the Cullens' guidance." Bella glanced around at everyone looking for to help her. Even Alice avoided her gaze. With one final glare in your direction, Bella ran.

After a few awkward moments, the party resumed and you found yourself in the arms of your new husband. "I'm sorry," you whispered and he shook his head. "You have nothing to apologize for. It was my fault for inviting her into our lives. But it should be over now." You smiled at him as the two of you danced. "Yes. Now it's time for us to enjoy our lives together. Forever." Edward beamed then rested his forehead on yours. "Forever."

(a/n: I hope you like it! Tags for everything are open if anyone is interested!)

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You're an Idiot

Summary: Bucky panics when he thinks Y/N is catching on to his surprise.

Warnings: angst, mostly fluff

Word Count: 3531

a/n: This request is honestly so cute. It just makes me smile. :)

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"Did you get it yet?" Steve skipped all formalities upon entering Bucky's room.

Bucky's head snapped up from the book he was reading, eyes immediately going to the closing door to make sure nobody was in the hall.

"Well? Did you?" Steve pestered, eager to share in his friends happiness.

"I did." Bucky sighed, knowing there was no keeping this from Steve.

"Let me see it!" There are no words to explain how excited Steve is for his best friend. When he first got Bucky back, a part of him was worried he would never recover from the pain and guilt.

That is, until Bucky met you. It wasn't an instantaneous change, but meeting you definitely affected Bucky.

He was more willing to spend time with the team. He was more likely be found in a common area instead of his own bedroom. Hell, he even smiled more.

Bucky carefully pulled out the drawer of his nightstand, retrieving a dark green velvet box. He opened it, his own eyes taking in the beauty of the ring before he turned it around to show Steve.

"Buck... She's going to love it." Steve smiled, eyes watering slightly. He's always been a romantic. "Have you decided how you're going to ask her?"

Bucky shook his head, quickly returning the box to its place in the drawer. He ran a hand through his hair, a physical manifestation of his nerves.

"I don't know. I have so many ideas, but none of them seem perfect." Bucky chanced a look at Steve, rolling his eyes at his friends exasperated look.

"Bucky. She'll think it's perfect because it's you. Trust me." Steve encouraged him, knowing he needed a bit of reassurance.

"Are you sure?" His recurring self doubt as beginning to peek through.

"Sure about what?" You popped into the room, never one to knock when it came to Bucky. Similarly, he never needed to knock to know he was welcome in your room.

"Just that Bucky deserves to be happy." Steve avoided Bucky's glare as he moved to exit that room.

"Well, that I can agree to!" You plopped down across his lap throwing your arms around his neck. You felt a familiar shiver as he moved his hands, one to your back and the other over your thigh.

"Well, it's a good thing I have you." Bucky pressed a quick kiss to your lips, waving at Steve as he closed the door.

"You make me happy too." You responded in kind, leaning into his embrace.

-

"So?" Steve questioned.

"Not yet." Bucky sighed, still unsure of the perfect way to propose to you.

"Buck. You've had it for 2 weeks! Just ask her!" Steve whisper yelled since the two were in the kitchen. Unfortunately, nosy ears still caught the conversation.

"Ask who, what?" Sam eagerly inserted himself into the conversation.

Bucky and Steve shared a look, only giving Sam a better idea as to what was going on.

"Oh my god. Oh my god! You're going to ask Y/N-"

"Ask me what?" You cut Sam off as you entered the kitchen, heading for the fridge.

"To train with me!" Sam quickly threw out an excuse.

"Okay? We train together all the time..." You looked between the three men confusion evident in the furrow of your brow.

"Well, yeah. But you've never flown before." Sam tried to further explain the lie, earning an excited smile from you and a glare from the two super soldiers.

"Seriously! Sam you swore you'd never let me fly your suit. What changed?" You narrowed your eyes, suspicious of the three men.

"Yeah, well Barnes practically begged me. He wanted to surprise you, but I guess I ruined that. My bad!" He replied, swiftly exiting the kitchen before you could further question him.

"Bucky, that is so sweet! Thank you so much! You know how much I want to fly that suit!" You ran to him, throwing your arms around him in a bear hug.

"Anything for you, doll. Anything for you."

-

"I think he's going to propose." You laid it all out on the line during girl's night. Three margaritas in, and you couldn't keep the thoughts to yourself anymore. It didn't matter how embarrassing it would be if you were wrong. Not when the tequila was doing the talking.

"Oh my god!" Wanda squealed, just as excited as you.

"Wow." Nat smirked, containing her happiness much better.

"I know! I'm just not sure when." You bit your lip, fidgeting a bit.

"Well, what do you know?" Nat asked for details.

"He was talking to Steve about something when I walked in and Steve said he deserves to be happy. Then, this morning Sam was freaking out about a question he was going to ask me. I mean, he covered it with something about letting me fly his suit, but still. I just have a feeling." You couldn't stop the smile from spreading across your face.

"Okay. He's probably just nervous then." Nat replied easily.

"Just drop some subtle hints that you would say yes. Maybe he just needs some reassurance!" Wanda grinned over the glass of her own margarita.

"Okay. Subtle hints. I can do that." You nodded to yourself, thoughts spinning with ways to let Bucky know you would say yes.

-

"I've got it." Bucky rushed into Steve's room, a wide smile on his face.

"You do?" Steve jumped from his desk, excitement overflowing.

Bucky vigorously nodded before explaining his plan.

"Two more weeks?!" Steve was dying for Bucky to just ask you, but if his plan had to wait two more weeks, so be it.

"Yes. It's perfect. She'll be so surprised!" You and Bucky had briefly talked about marriage before, but nothing in detail. Just enough that he knows you want to get married.

"I'm happy for you, bud. You really do deserve this." Steve patted him on the back, as he went through the plan one more time.

-

"Bucky?" You had been looking for him all over the compound before finally checking the living room.

He paused the film, turning all his attention to you. He smiled in greeting, gesturing for you to join him on the couch.

"What do you need?" His brows pinched together in concern, earning a sweet smile from you.

"I just wanted to ask what color you think I should paint my nails!" You showed him the various bottles you were carrying.

"Oh." His pinched brows now showcased his confusion. "Um, okay. Any particular reason why?"

"Not really. I'm thinking of getting a new ring soon, and I want my nails to look good when I take pictures of it!" You tried to sound nonchalant, but your heart was racing. Was this subtle enough?

Bucky's own heart picked up speed at the idea of you finding out before the surprise he had planned.

"Oh, that's nice. I'd go with the yellow. It's happy." He turned his attention back to the movie, trying to cut the conversation short.

"Okay, thank you!" You pressed a kiss to his cheek before leaving the room. Clearly you needed a better plan.

-

"Hi, Doll." Bucky greeted you as he entered the kitchen. "What are you making?"

"Italian Wedding Soup!" You exclaimed, excited to try another hint. "Don't you just love weddings?"

Bucky nearly choked on his water. "Um, yep. Yeah, wedding's are great. I've, uh, got to meet Steve for training! I'll see you later!" he nearly ran out of the room.

"Well, that didn't go well." You muttered to yourself, now angry at the soup.

-

"Bucky, can I ask you something?" He had been practically avoiding you for the last two days, ever since the soup incident.

"Of course." He met your eye, the nervous tone of your voice causing his heart to ache.

"Do you ever think about getting married?" You decided to just bite the bullet and ask him what you've been wondering for the last few days.

"Nope." He panicked. 100% panicked. "I don't believe in marriage."

His nerves caused him to miss the way your shoulders dropped.

"Oh."

"Yep. It's not for me. Just can't picture it." His head was screaming for him to stop talking, but he just kept rambling.

"Well, okay. I was, um, just wondering. Ya know. Wanda was talking about it the other day, so I was curious what you thought." You tried to cover your sadness, at least until you could get out of the room. "I'm actually going to grab lunch with Wanda now, so I'll see you later. Bye!"

You quickly ran out of the room, leaving Bucky to contemplate what the hell just happened.

-

"I was so wrong." You burst into tears the minute you entered Wanda's room.

"Honey! About what?" She pulled you across the room to her bed, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

"Bucky!" You cried harder as you said his name.

"What about him?" Wanda floundered, unused to seeing you so distraught.

"He doesn't want to propose! He doesn't believe in marriage." Your heart broke even further as you said the words out loud.

"What?!" Wanda's eyes were wide. Her mind went blank at the shock of hearing why you were so upset.

Suddenly the door swung open, Nat entering before quickly closing it again.

"I could hear her crying from down the hall. What happened?" Her own voice was laced with concern as she quickly moved to comfort you from the opposite side of Wanda.

"Bucky doesn't want to marry me!" You cried into your hands. "How could I have been so stupid?"

"Y/N, Bucky is crazy about you." Nat, ever the voice of reason, tried to calm you down.

"I know he loves me, but he doesn't wanna marry me." Your cries were calming down, silent tears streaming down your face as you hiccuped every so often.

"How do you know he doesn't want to marry you?" She questioned further, trying to get to the bottom of this. Nat knew, with 100% certainty, that he was planning to propose. She's seen the ring, even if nobody knows that she's seen it.

"I asked him if he ever thought about getting married..." You took a shaky breath, trying not to sob again. "And he said 'Nope. I don't believe in marriage.'"

Wanda and Nat made eye contact, each expressing their confusion over the words.

"Oh, honey. It's okay. Cry it out." Wanda let you lean into her and cry.

"I just, I feel so stupid." You sighed once more.

Marriage was never something you thought about until you met Bucky. Well, maybe when you were little, but who doesn't?

Ever since you discovered what it meant to be independent, you knew you didn't need to get married to live a fulfilling life. It wasn't something you deemed necessary.

At least, not before Bucky.

There's just something about how much you love him that makes you want to announce it to the world in front of your closest friends and family. You want to share that moment with him, where you express how completely devoted to each other you are.

Finding out Bucky doesn't want the same thing hurt.

"Y/N. You are absolutely not stupid. You love him, it only makes sense that you would think about a wedding." Wanda tried to console you as Nat put the pieces together in her head.

She knew Bucky must have a surprise proposal planned. He must've panicked when you asked him about getting married. Why he would panic that much is unknown to her, but still. That's the only explanation that makes sense. Of course, she couldn't tell you that.

"Bucky's an idiot if he doesn't want to marry you." She settled for blindly supporting your emotions instead.

"It's not me is it?" Your eyes went wide with fear.

"No, of course not!" Nat panicked. "You two are perfect together."

"Not perfect enough for him to want to marry me." You cried into Wanda's shoulder again.

Nat shook her head, silently pleading for Wanda to take over consoling you.

-

"Steve. I fucked up." Bucky couldn't stop replaying the look on your face when he said he doesn't believe in marriage. "And before you say anything about my language, there's no other word for how badly I just fucked up."

Steve eyed his friend with concern. "What did you do?"

"Well, Y/N, she's been hinting at wanting me to propose." He stalled briefly, not really wanting to admit it.

"That's a good thing. It means the two of you are on the same page." Steve tried to reassure him, blissfully unaware of what happened.

"I know. But, she flat out asked me if I ever think about getting married... and I panicked." Bucky refused to look Steve in the eye, opting instead to pace the room.

"Panicked how?" Steve's voice was hard. He always thought of you like a little sister, and if Bucky hurt you he would be livid.

"I told her... I told her I don't believe in marriage." Bucky mumbled under his breath, but Steve could still make out the words with his enhanced hearing.

"YOU DID WHAT?" His eyes went wide, mind stuttering with shock. All he could do was yell. "What the hell is wrong with you? Why on earth would you say that? Y/N must be so heartbroken right now! You know that she wants to marry you, and what do you do? Tell her you don't. You've really outdone yourself with the stupid this time, pal-"

"Steve! I know! I didn't mean it! I just didn't want to ruin the surprise. It's supposed to be this Friday!" Bucky tried defending himself, but he knew it was futile.

"Well, you can still do what you were planning... right?" Steve questioned, unsure if you would agree to the date.

"I hope so." Bucky nervously chewed his lip, trying to come up with a back up plan.

-

You were avoiding him. Everytime he tried to talk to you about going on a date on Friday, you somehow evaded the conversation entirely.

If you weren't on your way to training, you had plans with Nat or Wanda. If it wasn't plans with them, you absolutely had to finish a mission report. You always had an escape route, and it killed him that you felt like you needed to hide from him.

Bucky finally managed to corner you in the gym Thursday morning.

"Y/N!" He nearly screamed from the other side of the gym.

You took a deep breath, trying to ready yourself for the conversation.

"Hi Bucky." You greeted him with a small kiss.

It was time. You needed to talk to him. If he didn't want to get married, that had to be okay with you. You'd rather live your life with him as your boyfriend forever than not have him at all.

He seemed stunned by your greeting, having grown used to you trying to escape the second he entered a room.

"Hi..." He suddenly got quiet, not wanting to spook you.

"Um, what are you doing tomorrow?" He hasn't felt this awkward asking you on a date since the first time he asked you to get dinner with him.

"Nothing, I think." You were feeling just as awkward as Bucky.

"Perfect. I've got a surprise for you." He pulled you into a hug, feeling a sense of calm just from holding you.

"Oh, really?" You would have thought a proposal would be the surprise, but because of your last conversation you're left clueless.

"Yep." Bucky relaxed for the first time in days at the sight of your smile. "I'm taking you to dinner. You deserve it."

You couldn't stop the way your heart fluttered at seeing his cheeky smile. I can live my life like this. You thought to yourself.

"Ooh. Okay, well what should I wear?" You were already thinking over outfit options.

"Whatever you want. Something comfortable though." He was honestly nervous you would say no, so this is more progress than he expected.

"How mysterious. Okay, I've got to go. I'm supposed to meet Nat and Wanda. I love you." You kissed him quickly before leaving the gym.

-

"Ugh. I haven't been this nervous for a date with Bucky since... well since ever! I wasn't even this nervous the first time." You whined to Nat and Wanda. It felt like you had gone through every outfit in your closet and you still haven't found something to wear.

"Y/N, relax." Wanda picked out clothes for you, handing you one of your favorite cute and comfy outfits. "Wear this."

"The two of you love each other. That's all you need to think about right now." Nat reassured you as you changed for the fifteenth time.

"Exactly. Just go enjoy your date." Wanda encouraged you as well.

"What did I do to deserve the two of you." You pulled them into a group hug, laughing when they pushed you out the door.

You were still smiling when you ran into Bucky in the hallway.

"Oh. I was just coming to find you!" You kissed him quickly. "I wasn't sure what time you wanted to leave."

"That's what I was coming to find you for. I'm ready when you are, doll."

"Well, then. Let's go." You grinned when Bucky took your hand, leading you out of the compound and down to the lake.

He brought you right up to a picnic blanket that was already setup on the dock.

"I thought we could picnic tonight." He looked at you with a shy expression.

"Bucky, that's perfect. There's actually supposed to be a-"

"A meteor shower tonight." He finished for you. "That's actually why I planned a picnic."

The feelings of doubt and heartache that had been plaguing your mind for the last few days all but vanished in the blink of an eye.

"I love you so much." You leaned into his touch, sitting next to him while he pulled food from the picnic basket.

"I love you too." He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, handing you various foods.

The two of you fell back into natural conversation throughout the night. Any lingering nervousness left you, although Bucky kept fidgeting throughout the night.

It wasn't until after dessert that anything out of the ordinary happened.

"The meteor shower is supposed to start in a few minutes, do you want to go sit at the end of the dock?" Bucky stood, his hand out for you to grab.

You pulled yourself up, not letting go of Bucky's hand as you walked the short distance to the end of the pier. Just as you took the last step, you could see a few meteors shoot across the sky.

"It's beautiful." you gazed up at the stars, missing the deep breath Bucky took before sinking to one knee.

"Y/N, I think I fell in love with you the moment I met you. I didn't know it at the time, but I felt it. Every minute I've spent with you since then has been a gift."

The expression on your face could only be described as a mixture of shock, awe, love, and annoyance.

"When I was young, I used to think about who I would marry. I never thought of someone as incredible as you. After everything that happened, I didn't think I'd ever be worthy of someone's love. I still don't know how I convinced you to fall in love with me, but I'm grateful everyday that you did. There is nothing that would make me happier than spending the rest of my life as your husband."

He took a deep breath, looking right into your eyes as he asked the question.

"Will you marry me?"

"I- Yes. Of course I will marry you." You didn't even realize you were crying until Bucky wiped a tear from your cheek.

"I love you so much." He whispered as he slipped the ring on your finger.

"I love you too." You kissed him as soon as he stood up. Immediately stepping back to hit him.

"What was that for?" He looked affronted.

"'I don't believe in marriage.'" You mocked the deep timber of his voice.

Bucky laughed, pulling you closer to him. "I'm sorry." He pressed your foreheads together. "I really panicked when I thought you were going to ruin the surprise."

"You're such an idiot." You laughed. The two of you were all smiles as you held each other.

"Trust me, Steve let me know just how much of an idiot I am." Bucky shook his head. "He'll just be glad I've finally done it."

"Finally? How long have you had the ring?" You smiled as you glanced between your left hand and Bucky's face.

"A month. Not too long really. I think he was more annoyed with how long it took me to get the ring." He smiled, looking into your eyes.

"We've only been dating for 2 years. I wouldn't say that's abnormally long." Your brows furrowed.

"That is correct..."

"But?" You encouraged.

"But I told him I wanted to marry you the second we finished our first date."

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Ok so i read a little snippet of the new interview w pedro and something stuck with me. He said something about loving to read aloud so IMAGINE FRANKIE. Like I have an idea maybe you’re like a college student who’s cramming for finals and assignments and all overwhelmed. One night before an exam Frankie reads your notes to you as you lie against him in bed. Like this mans voice lulls you to sleep. One page in you’re asleep but u can’t tell me the man doesn’t keep reading since he thinks maybe even in your sleep him reading your notes will help you remember the material for the next day I’m soft 🥺😭

Study Buddy (Frankie Morales x f!Reader)

W/C: 2.4K

Warnings: crying, stress, mentions of food, alcohol, non sexual nudity, reader is studying psychology

A/N: this is.... the dream. like the actual dream. And I included ravioli the cat bc I love that little man :)

God, you can’t remember any of this shit on the page in front of you. It makes your brain hurt, and the fact that you’re studying psychology makes it all even worse. You’re studying what makes you tick, the reasons why you can’t remember it, and it’s endlessly annoying. Your eyes burn from how long you’ve stared at your laptop, hand cramping from the amount of definitions you’ve written several times in a desperate attempt to commit them to memory.

You’ve spent this Sunday at your desk, only getting up to use the bathroom. Your doting boyfriend, Frankie, brings you food, refills your water, rubs your shoulders for you. The final exam is Wednesday, but you’re still filled with anxiety over what you do and don’t know. It feels like everything you learned this semester went in one ear and out the other after the initial tests on the individual units.

This exam is important. The course is a heavily impactful one, naturally an essential knowledge base for the field of mental health work, and passing it with a good grade would be a real standout later when you’re applying for medical school. It’s safe to say the pressure’s on, and you’re feeling it squeeze down on you like a vise.

Frankie walks in again, about an hour after the last time, when he brought you graham crackers and hot tea. You lift your head to look at him, wincing as your neck crunches with the movement. Frankie winces for you. “Wow.” “I know,” you whine, rolling your neck side to side and working out the rest of the air bubbles that formed from staring down at the full notebook. Looking up at him, your eyes water from the constant light of your laptop, even with your blue-light glasses. “What time is it?” You ask.

Frankie sits on the edge of the bed, hands on his thighs. “Uh, it’s about 8 P.M. now.” Ravioli, his cat, lifts his head from where he’s curled on the bed. Frankie murmurs something and rubs the cat’s fluffy little head. Ravioli prances over to Frankie’s lap and curls up in it.

You groan and scoot your rolling chair over to him, his hand finding the tender spot where your neck and shoulder meet and rubbing the sore muscles. “Oh, honey,” he sighs, removing your glasses and wiping the small gathering of tears from your lower eyelids. “Can I run you a bath?”

“I don’t have time, baby,” you whimper, real heavy and hot tears forming as you look back at your desk. “A whole portion of the exam is gonna be on classical conditioning, and I can’t even tell the difference in the unconditioned and conditioned stimuli, and-”

As your words rise in pitch and the cry chokes your throat, Frankie pulls you out of the chair and into his lap. Ravioli nervously removes himself from Frankie’s lap, not wanting to be crushed as you two embrace. “You have all of tomorrow and Tuesday.”

“But I need to use tomorrow for parts of the brain and Tuesday for all-around final review!” You wail, burying your face in his chest and sobbing.

Your tears dampen his shirt but Frankie doesn’t care, he just wraps his arms around you tighter as you cry. He lets the tears fall for a bit, allowing you to get the tension you clearly need out… well, out. He rocks you gently in his arms, holding you in his strong arms and kissing your head. When the tears slow and your wheezes turn to small hiccups, Frankie gives a slow deep breath, knowing you’ll feel it and hoping you’ll mimic it. “You’ve been at your desk for nine hours, baby. It’s time to be done for the night. I’ll let you study a little longer, but I’m going to run us a bath. Okay?” He asks.

Nodding, you sniffle and wipe the tears from your eyes. “I got snot all over your favorite shirt,” you whimper.

Frankie shakes his head. “It’s nothing, querida. Go finish up and I’ll get the bath started.” He slides you back into your desk chair and rolls you back to your desk.

You wipe the snot onto the sleeve of your hoodie and look up at him with big eyes. “You’re too good to me, baby,” you coo, voice still watery.

“Just doing what you deserve.” Frankie stands behind you and removes the tight bun from your hair, letting it fall down and massaging your scalp gently. “Oh, honey,” he sighs as he sees you visibly relax. “That was tight.”

“Didn’t even notice,” you murmur as your eyes slip shut, falling back into Frankie’s strong fingers as they trace your sore scalp. He kisses your forehead and walks off to the bathroom, making you sigh and put your blue light glasses back on for the final few minutes of studying.

With these moments, you review things you already know, deciding to use part of tomorrow to focus on the classical conditioning components again. It’s incredibly basic, you know, and the fact that you don’t get it makes you even more frustrated. You break your own rules and stare at the blank diagram, trying to properly label them, only to feel angry tears welling up.

“Pavlov was an asshole, doing all that tempting to his dogs,” Frankie chuckles as he walks in to see you at the segment again. His small smile falls when he sees your eyes are watering. Helping you from the chair, he shuts your laptop and notebook and wraps his arms around you. “Hey. You’ll get it, baby. Taking a break and coming back helps, right? Didn’t you call that…”

“Spaced practice,” you nod. “Or dispersed. Either term works,” you sniffle.

“See? I’m learning from you. You’ll have your M.D. in no time.”

You give a weak chuckle and walk with Frankie to the bathroom, sighing as you smell your favorite candle and notice that he turned the bathroom light to a soft orange glow. He’d insisted on putting in the color-changing lights recently, and you have to admit you enjoy them. The tub steams with clear water and you turn to Frankie to frown only to see him holding two bath bombs. “Your choice. I know you like picking.”

This makes you finally break from your scowl into a small smile. You pick your favorite, one with pink and purple swirls and a rose on top. Frankie nods and lets you take it. “You do the honors. I’ll go get the bubbles.”

Before he can turn, you stop him and take his face in your hands, kissing him lovingly. “You’re the best,” you tell him with a weak smile.

“How about some wine too?” He offers, rubbing your side.

“God, let’s run away and get married,” you laugh and rest your head against his chest. “Yes, wine please, baby.”

“Be right back,” he smiles and kisses your forehead.

You squat and drop the bath bomb in the water, sighing as the steam becomes scented of jasmine and sage. The water swirls purple and Frankie returns in a few moments with a bottle of red wine and lavender bubble bath. Sighing, you stand to full height and stretch, your back aching from the strained position. Frankie helps you remove your hoodie, slipping it off and tossing it aside before removing his own clothes.

Frankie pours some of the opened red wine into two glasses, then drizzles some bubble bath into the tub. He turns on the jets for a moment, letting the bubbles foam to the top. He slides in once he’s fully naked, grabbing his wine from the side and sighing. “Come on in.”

Smiling over at him, you tie your hair back and slide in, sitting on his lap in the water and grabbing your glass of wine too. You rest your head against Frankie’s broad chest and he turns on the jets, swirling the warm water around the both of you.

It’s just as relaxing as he’d hoped it would be. You sip your wine as he snakes an arm around your middle, kissing the top of your head. You’re both fully naked, but the moment isn’t anything sexy or hot. It’s just loving, snuggling in the warm water.

Handing Frankie your glass, you slip beneath the surface of the bubbles, fully submerging yourself in the deep tub. God, you’re glad Frankie chose the deepest tub they had. Popping back up, you push back your hair and sigh, nuzzling back into his chest.

“Is this all okay?” Frankie asks you after a bit, having set his wine aside and wrapped both arms around you.

Turning off the jets to talk, you smile contentedly as his warm body envelopes you. “So good. God, you’re amazing.”

Frankie smiles at that and squeezes you a little tighter. “You deserve it. You work so hard all the damn time, and you’re so beyond smart. I’m so proud of you, and you need to be treated like this.”

The mention of your work alone makes your body less fluid and relaxed as you start going over your studying plan to make sure you have everything ready for the next few days. Frankie can feel it. “Hey. Relax. Do you want me to help you study?”

You open your mouth to say no, but the offer intrigues you, making you pause. “How?”

Frankie shrugs. “I could quiz you. Read your notes to you.”

His voice always makes things stick better. You remember things much better in Frankie’s voice, holding every little thing the man says in extra high regard. “That would be lovely, baby. Thank you.”

“Anything for you,” he mumbles and kisses behind your ear.

Frankie pours you another half of a glass and by the time you finish it, the water has become lukewarm. The two of you drain the tub and dry off. Frankie brings you warm and clean clothes, a pair of cotton shorts and one of his hoodies. “You know me so well,” you beam at him and kiss him slowly. “When this is over, I’m gonna give you the best fuck of your life for being so good to me.”

Frankie has to laugh. “I mean, I’ll never say no to that, but you don’t have to. This is what partners do. This is my job as your man.”

“‘Mmm, and what a good man you are,” you purr as you nuzzle into his body once your clothes are on. “Gonna go take my meds and meet you in bed, okay?” You ask.

“Sure thing.” He kisses your head and pulls on his pajamas, blue plaid boxers and an old t-shirt, a grungy old thing with a terrible graphic relating to the Delta Force.

“You wanna put some pants on?” You tease, admiring his bare legs beneath the soft fabric.

Frankie yawns, stretching his arms above his head, before shaking it and smiling at you. “Mind your own business.” He retreats to the bedroom, and you can hear him cooing to the cat.

Taking your pills in the kitchen, you return to the bedroom and smile to see Frankie snuggled under the covers, Ravioli’s whiskers sniffing at Frankie’s face. The cat stands on Frankie’s chest, investigating his face. When he sees you, Frankie lifts Ravioli off his chest and pulls back the blankets. “Get on in here.”

Grabbing your thick notebook, you snuggle into the bed, resting your damp head on Frankie’s chest. Frankie kisses your wet hair, wrapping his arm around beneath you and taking the notes from your hands. He cracks it open and sighs. “Alright, brace yourself. I don’t know how to say any of this shit.”

You laugh, resting a hand on his chest. “Do your best.”

“We’ll see,” he chuckles and reads over the page. “Do you want me to quiz you or just read to you?”

“Just read, please,” you say softly as you let your eyes fall shut, absorbing Frankie’s warmth and Ravioli’s weight as he lies down on your feet.

His voice is so soothing. It always is, everything about Frankie is. His voice is low and soft, only loud enough for you to hear it. He begins explaining the difference in the Broca’s and Wernicke’s areas, and even though he clearly doesn’t understand the meaning behind the words, his lovely voice makes them stick.

He reads to you as you get sleepier, the weight and exhaustion of your burning eyes bringing you closer to drifting off. Before you do, you catch yourself and open them, smiling at the cat snuggled at your feet and the rise and fall of Frankie’s chest.

“Will you read me the bit about the different components of classical conditioning?” You ask quietly, hoping his voice will make the concept clearer or at least more memorable.

He nods and his scruff brushes over your forehead as he readjusts his head. Your hand rests on his soft belly, the warm skin and tufts of hair leading lower. He’s like a human comfort blanket, and you can’t help but nuzzle closer into his body.

Trying to go slowly and understand the concept himself, Frankie reads aloud the differences in the conditioned and unconditioned responses and stimuli. As much as you try to focus, your mind slips away into a warm fog, only emphasized by the lilt of his deep voice.

It doesn’t take long after one last yawn. You succumb to the sleep, and your whole body melts into the mattress and into Frankie. One slow sigh tells Frankie that he has succeeded in relaxing you.

Careful not to shift you too much, Frankie leans upwards to toss the notebook on the desk. It lands with a slap, making you jump and startle awake. “Shh, it’s all good, baby, it’s just me,” Frankie murmurs to you, stroking your back through the hoodie.

That’s all you needed, a reassurance that Frankie’s got whatever it is covered. You give half of a nod and rest your head on his chest once more, returning to the slightly deeper sleep.

As your breath slows, so does Frankie’s. He just barely holds back a yawn, clenching his teeth so that he doesn’t make enough noise to wake you again. Once his eyes slip shut, he’s done for, and your little family is all asleep on the bed: you and Frankie intertwined, and the cat at your feet.

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[secondhand-trash]

Family Matters

Kinktober 2020 — stepcest

A/N: This idea had been sitting in my brain for months and getting to write it out AND be on time for the last day of kinktober is the perfect wrap up for this crazy month.

Description: You would do anything to get yourself a place in this family.

Pairing: Todoroki siblings (Touya, Fuyumi, Natsuo, Shouto)x reader

Warning: stepcest/pseudo-incest (absolutely do not proceed if this isn’t something you’re comfortable reading), no relationships portrayed in this fic is healthy, toxic family dynamics, reader is bit of a manipulative bitch, consensual but not exactly the traditional sense of consent, Rei died, brief mention of cheating, nee san/nii san kink, vaginal penetration, oral (giving), choking, face fucking, creampie, marking, voyeurism, threesome, spitting, degradation, thigh riding, fingering

Word count: 16025 (wtfwtfwtf-)

**please read the warnings through before clicking the read more, very important**

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You attended your mother’s wedding with the sweetest smile you could manage and a painful ring in your ear the moment she said: “I do”.

It was a small ceremony with only close friends and family, which also meant that there was little to no one in the audience as your mother walked down the aisle to meet the man at the other end. 

You would think that marrying the reigning no 1 pro-hero would finally bring your mother the fantasy of being part of a fortunate family she never got to have, but we couldn’t always get what we want, could we?

You and your mother were the family underdog, the number of your relatives you had met up with the last several years since your birth father passed away and left a huge loan on your back waiting to be cleared up could be counted with less than the fingers on one hand. The first time someone showed up at your doorsteps screaming murder was a blur to you. You were around 17 at the time, not young enough to forge ignorance to what was going on but not mature enough to push the foul words seeping into your ears away, all you could remember was the way your mother clutching you close to her chest like it wasn’t her that was sobbing until the banging at the door finally ceased. 

You switched schools, having no way to afford the tuition of the one you were attending when your family was struggling to stay under a proper roof, essentially disappearing from the circle you used to exist within in a matter of days. Sometimes, you would feel the impulse to cackle at the thought that there was a time when you thought you were so brilliant and you had a whole life ahead. You got into the hero course of one of the best schools in the country, you were not the best but you did think there was something in you that people must not be willing to let go of this easily. You truly did think the world wouldn’t just let you sunk down like that, but it turned out that dropping out of the spotlight was enough for people to forget about you when there were hundreds and thousands of other equally brilliant people stepping under the public eye each day. 

You realised at the point in your life that some days you were simply alone, and no one would help you without a good enough reason for them to do so, something that your mother seemed to have either genuinely or deliberately chose to ignore. She went from person to person, hoping that one of them would be the answer but it was a fruitless journey. When you needed someone, people would pick it up, and it was a dangerous thing to be the one that was in need and couldn’t get away. You had witnessed countless of arguments, a scary amount of things crashing and frantic sobbing late at night when the crying echoed in the darkness you tried to surround yourself with by burying your face deeper and deeper into your pillow like it blacking out could make things go away.

This went on for years, and at some point you chose to turn your head away from it like not going home meant you could run away from the broken family you were bound to. Until one day, your mother crashed into you with a suffocating hug the moment you stepped into those doors you had so dreaded returning to every day, her voice barely coherent as she choked her words out through broken sobs and hiccups.

“We’re free... we’re finally free!”

She said it with such relief that you couldn’t even process the emptiness in your heart when she held your face in her hands before pulling you close to her again.

You figured out from bits and pieces that she let slip through her giddy words that someone had paid up the rest of the loan and interests that was left, and from the way her voice got just a little louder when she talked about that someone and the flush on her face, you knew it wasn’t just some chivalrous stranger that stepped in during a time of need like she had wanted to mask it up to be.

You had never met Todoroki Enji until your mother announced at the dining table one night with an expression so sheepish and girly that she was to marry this man you had only ever heard the name of. But even with the lack of exchanges before you sat down opposite to him the first time when you accompanied her to discuss the details of the wedding, you would expect that someone of his status and respect would at least have someone other than his own kids at his wedding.

His kids. You knew things wouldn’t go as easily as your mother had made it out to be. She had acted like you were finally out of the hot waters and secured comfort for the rest of your life just because she married a wealthy man but you knew the moment you met the eyes of the four Todoroki children, sitting side by side in one straight row opposite to you, that it wasn’t just the man of the house that had a say in what would become of you. 

Touya was the eldest and the least bothered to pretend like he was pleased about this arrangement. He was leaning back against the chair with one leg propped up when you walked in, his eyes scanning you from top to bottom in a scruntinising stare until he was given a hiss in warning from his sister, to which he replied with a snort and a very showing eye roll as you sat down. There was no hiding the sneer in his voice whenever he spoke up, each word lacing with an evidential edge and the clear distaste he was showing towards his new stepfamily. The way he looked down at you when he bumped against your shoulder before walking out the door was nearly uncomfortable, but he seemed to be somewhat pleased when you didn’t shy away from his gaze, walking out with his hands in his pockets and a smirk toying against his features as his father sighed.

The sister, Fuyumi, had apologised when Touya offhandedly pointed out that his father didn’t even wait until his mother’s corpse was cold before finding another woman. Her smile was empathetic and the way she carefully picked up your hand when she greeted you should have been enough to make up for the hostility her brother had showcased but if you had paid attention enough, you would pick up that despite the apology, she didn’t exactly disagree with the statement either. She was always friendly, her eyes curling into two thin strands behind her glasses as she walked you through each step of the ceremony without a chance for you to interrupt. She was nice enough, but also just enough and the distance she kept from you was something that you picked up on in your initial encounter. It was also through her that you found out what happened to Enji’s last wife, and the practiced look on Fuyumi’s face when she recalled how her mother died after a long battle against her illness sent chills creeping up your back far more than any mean remarks could.

Which explained why the wedding venue looked eerily empty as the march played. After all, what would the world say about how little it took for the man to step out of mourning for his dead wife and found himself another one?

Todoroki Natsuo gave you nothing but a hasty nod when you sat down opposite to him, staying quiet for the most parts of the meeting except for a short word of reply here and there when Fuyumi cued him. He had his arms crossed in front of his broad chest all during the process, his eyes looking down at the document but clearly not focused on any of the things that his sister was explaining. There were a few times when you caught him glancing at you for the brief moment when you looked up, flicking his gaze away from you almost immediately with your eyes barely meeting. Of the four siblings, he seemed the most... normal, if you would. The way he acted almost a bit awkward around the new sister that he suddenly had around when he was well into his twenties and gave nothing but bare minimal answers whenever you even tried to initiate a conversation was what you thought would happen.

Then there was Shouto. Oh, sweet Shouto. You had never expected that this was the way you met your formal underclassmen once again after you dropped off of your road in being a hero completely without so much as a proper announcement. There was no mistaking the way his eyes widened and shoulders tensed up when you walked into the room that he remembered you well which came as quite the surprise to you. You had heard of him even after leaving Yuuei, of course. A real star, so talented and came from such a background, already climbing up near the top even though it had only been a good year since his real debut into the professional world. You simply found the boy one year your junior endearing when you were still his senpai, the way he was so serious about every little tease and remark you made could only be described as adorable.  

But certainly, he had changed so much since you last saw him years ago. His back just a little wider, his jaw stronger, the look in his eyes did not belong to the same boy who did not shy away from staring when you walked past but of a man who had seen his handful of the world to know what you being there meant. You had a strong feeling that he would have acted way more hostile than he did have you been anyone else, his lips pursing tightly together like he was forcing himself to hold back as he stared straight at you.

All in all, sneers or polite chuckles or skittering glances or straightened backs, it did not take much to know that none of them was particularly pleased about their father’s remarriage and if the empty wedding was any sign, you and your mother were still utterly outsiders despite the documents with your changed names claiming otherwise.

The tall wall they had built was all the more apparent when you moved into the Todoroki residence, feeling more like you were mouse scrambling to find a gap you could hide into under this roof that had taken you in than anything else. If the four had gave your mother a cold shoulder or straight up pretend like she wasn’t there, then each and every single little gesture they made towards you reminded you time and time again that you did not belong. 

Touya always bumped against your side just a little bit too hard for it to be an accident when he walked past you into the dining room, the “apology” he threw down sounding almost like a cackle as you were nearly knocked off your feet. Fuyumi always bringing up childhood memories or family traditions that you wouldn’t know of, only to brush it off with a smile and explaining it to you like she was the silly one for assuming that you would know about these things when you “only just moved in”. Natsuo was rarely around due to his job at the hospital as a whole, but when he did he made sure that his interactions with you remained to be limited to standard small talk. Each mundane topic always ending on a dead end and both of you looking away. Shoto was decent to you, but there was still an evidential wariness in his gaze as he walked past you and somehow it was the deliberate distance from him that acted like a stake right through your heart, a constant reminder that you took up a space that was never yours to begin with.

There was hurt, but then it was the unwavering fear of being isolated that sent chills down your spine at the cold stare from your supposed family. 

Your mother was convinced that she unlocked the key to a life of security by marrying Todoroki Enji, but you knew better than to be fooled by the current state of you getting a pass because of the one mountain this shaking wall called family was leaning against.

Once he was out of the picture, it was his four children that would get to have a say on what they were to do with you, and you swore you could already see how that would go for you.

You were not going back to that low point in your life, not ever again, and you would do anything to make sure you secured a place for yourself within the family one way or another.

-

Jerking up awake at night in cold sweat was not fun, especially when it still took your brain a good few moments before registering where you were when your eyes shot open to see the high ceiling that you still hadn’t gotten used to yet.

You wonder if you would ever get used to it.

You groaned inwardly as you rolled to your side, wincing at how tight your throat felt at each swallow of the burning liquid that pooled in your mouth. You dreamt of your old life again, one when you still hadn’t gone to living under someone else’s roof. You had thought that you were over it by now but the hollowness left in your chest somehow irritated you even more than the dream itself. 

Fucking hell, it felt like every muscle in your back was hurting.

Slowly stretching your limbs out, you held your head in your palm as you suffered through the dizziness in your head when you sat upright at the edge of your bed. A string of shivers crept up your spine when your toe touched the cold floor, the tatami rough under the tip as you fumbled to find your room slippers. It took some adjusting for you to find your way out of the pitch black room, trying your hardest to slide the door open as lightly as you could as you clutched your arms closed to your body under the chill on your exposed arms.

The house was in radio silence and you were cautious of the drag of your slippers as you made way down to the kitchen, careful to lower the volume of your steps with your feet arched and holding the slipper tight to the heel.

You let out a shaky breath when you finally got downstairs. Your hand felt around the side of the door to find the switch, pressing your eyes tightly together as the light pained you the moment you flicked the switch and light blazed in the kitchen.

The clink of the ceramic made you feel alive again as the water ran down your throat, the cold soothing the tautness at the back as you gulped down. A content sigh slipped out of your lips as you put the mug down, a droplet threatening to roll down your chin and you brought the tip of your finger up to wipe it away.

“Look what we have here...”

You jumped at the sudden voice, earning you a wolfish chuckle from the man who was leaning against the door frame. Touya looked a lot more at ease than he usually was when he was around his family, the sweatpants that were almost a bit too big for his lean frame hanging loosely around his waist as his back arched, pushing himself off the wooden frame before sauntering to your side.

You straightened your back, feeling tensed as he seemingly ignored your presence as he got his own cup and poured it full of water with his other hand on his waist. You weren’t sure if you were supposed to look as he tilted the cup up, his slender neck arching back as his throat bobbed, the muscles at his stomach flexing with each swallow.

Your fingers clutched tightly around the mug you were holding when he let out a muffled cough, piercing up at you from the back of his hand when he saw that you were not moving away.

You were taken aback when he snorted, throwing his head back a little before fixing his gaze on you again with an amused smirk lingering his pierced lips.

“Oh, relax,” your eyebrows locked together at the dismissive huff from your usually sneering stepbrother, “it’s too early for me to start making your life miserable, save the defense for after 8.”

His stare was almost invasive as he grinned at you but despite the twist in your stomach at being alone with arguably the most unbearable of the siblings, you did not move your own eyes away as you put down the cup in your hand. “So you do it on purpose,” you said, trying to make yourself sound sterner as you crossed your arms in front of your chest. 

You did not think anyone else other than you would be up at this hour, or else you would have grabbed a jacket before slipping out of your room. If his gaze was already uncomfortable to be under, than the fact that your body was covered by nothing but a thin spaghetti strap and cotton shorts did not help how exposed you feel. 

Touya laughed and it took all the will in you to not shrink your form down even more at the cackle. “Why else would I bother?” he said matter-of-factly, "Someone has got to tell the old man that none of us is happy with what he did.” He paused, “It isn’t really about you, if that’s something you want to hear.”

“I’m not interested in your family drama.”

“Well, too bad you’re part of the family now,” he mused, his eyes still following you as he slowly strided towards the door. “Remember to look just as pissed as you are now when I poke fun at you in the morning.”

The swaying of his frame stopped when you opened your mouth.

“What do I have to do for you to leave me alone?”

Your heart was pounding in your chest when he stopped in his tracks before slowly, very slowly turning around to face you again. 

“Leave you alone?” he repeated, accentuating each syllable that rolled off his tongue as he stepped closer and closer to you.

“I’m just trying to get by,” you looked straight at him when he stopped right in front of you, towering over you slightly as he stared down, “if you want to stir shit up then I can help as long as you leave me a piece of what’s left.”

“Hm... a fighter, aren’t you?” his voice came out as a purr, the rumbling in his chest almost transferring to you with how close he was. His eyes raked across your form when he saw that you didn’t back away, the defined dent of your collar bone and the supple skin that was pressing against the elastic of your low collar.

He could allow a change of plans if it meant he could get a piece of a little something for himself.

“Then tell me,” he licked his lips, “what are you willing to do for my help?”

“Anything.”

The glint in his eyes grew at how you didn’t hesitate with your words. 

“Anything?” he asked with a crock of his head to the side, his fingers barely trailing along your bare arms as he drank in the way you were fighting against the shivers rising on your skin, “because I can think of a few ways for cute little sisters to get on their big brother’s good graces..."

His touch on your arm was distracting but your mouth still ran dry at the implication of his offer. You could not deny that when you lie awake on your bed, staring at the ceiling and thinking of how you could possibly slither your way through in this house that you had briefly contemplated if you could get intimate with your siblings in a less morally-accepted way but you brushed it off as a silly thought almost as quick as you came up with it when you felt how hostile they were towards you.

You were convinced that they would not wait until Enji was gone to kick you out if you made a move on them, but the fixed stare and gravel in Touya’s voice was telling you a whole other truth.

The chills on your spine settled into the pit of your stomach as excitement when you made the realisation that he wanted you, and it meant the others could too.

His grin looked like it was spilling his face in half when you pushed yourself against his chest, your thinly clad breast pressed up against his bare skin when the light touch on your arms turned into full blown caresses as his hand got bolder. He could feel the slight pebble of your nipples taunt against the fabric and the thrill sent his blood boiling.

“Anything.”

His palm was burning against your skin as he got rougher and rougher, the press of his fingers turning into gropes when he reached the swell of your waist and down to your hips. The sudden dug of his nails into your flesh took you by surprise when he shoved you away from him, smiling from ear to ear like the chesire cat when he hooked his hand at the elastic of his sweats where a print was starting to strain against the fabric.

“Then get on your knees, baby sister.”

The tiles were not forgiving on your skin when you sunk down, looking up at the man who was palming himself from under his pants with his eyes slanted and fixed on your kneeling form. You winced when he fisted your hair in his hand, pulling your head back a bit too forcefully when he pulled his half-hard cock out of its constraints. The pain on your scalp seeped through your head until it was nothing but a tingle on your skin when his slender fingers wrapped around the base of his length that was right at your eye level, drinking in the way you could only stare at him from behind your lashes as he held you still.

He hummed in approval when you parted your lips, your tongue lolling out almost performatively when he gave a firm tuck to his cock. The silver bud at the crown of his cock left a strange numbness on your lips as he traced his tip along the rim of your mouth, leaving a slight sting on your tongue when he brushed against the muscle.

“Make sure to get all of it...” he whispered, releasing the tension of his pull on your scalp when he pushed his cock in with a languish surge of his hips. You bit back a whine when you felt the many more piercings at the underside as it brushed against your tongue, your hands flying up to grip at his thighs when he gave a slight pat to the back of your head.

He groaned when you took more of him in, hollowing your cheeks out as you set a pace for the bobbing of your head. The piercings were rigid against your tongue and you made sure to give each nub equal attention while your hand fisted around where you could not fit into your mouth. He kept one hand in your hair while the other found support on the kitchen counter, eyeing the way your lips wrapped around his cock as you tried to please him.

His head tilted back with a sigh when you cupped his balls, your palm warm on his sack when you sucked in a deep breath and sunk in all the way. Tears prickled at the corner of your eyes when his hard tip hit the back of your throat, the burn shooting up to your nose as its tip brushed against his pubic hair. Touya felt the pulse at the side of his neck as your throat contracted around him, the tightness making his hand clutch at the back of your head as his length throbbed in your mouth. He snapped down to look at you when you pulled away with a cough, sucking in a deep breath as your chest heaved and your hand pumped his cock sloppily with your spit that was coating him.

You could sense his muscles taut under his skin as you let him go, his thighs flexing under your hands while you jerked him off like he was holding himself back deliberately.

To have someone that was just mocking you earlier today now stiff in your hand, lips parted and biting back a moan felt really, really good.

You were staring up at him, almost in challenge as you run your tongue along his shaft. “Someone’s good at this,” he cooed, sounding a little breathless when he laughed. The sound was replaced by a chocked moan when you took him in again, a soft hum from the back of your throat in reply had him nearly losing control when the vibration sent shocks down his core. 

You gagged when he pulled you off his cock, the string of saliva that connected your lips and his leaking tip sending him into an overdrive as he decided that he could not wait any longer. A yelp was ripped from the back of your throat when he pulled you up, shoving you against the counter with your face facing down.

Your hand fumbled to prop your body up with your palms flat on the marble surface, a silent whimper leaking pass your lips when you felt your shorts and underwear being peeled off of you with a swift pull. He pressed on your back with the tips of his fingers, each knuckle of his digits propping up as he arched your ass up with the help of his hand. Your face heated up at the way you perched up, bare cunt exposed for him to see as you clenched around nothing in reflex with the cold air that fanned against your folds.

Your body shifted with each exhale, the warm breaths spreading over your face as your cheek squished against the marble that was growing hotter and hotter from the heat on your face. Touya gripped onto the side of your hips, fingers digging into the flesh as he pulled the cheeks apart, licking his lips at the sight of the light sheen on your slit.

You whimpered when he ran a finger along your folds and the uncontrollable gush of wetness as the calloused pad pressed down on your hooded clit. His eyes were fixed on your cunt and how you immediately pushed your hips back for more friction when he positioned his tip at your opening, rubbing the bead of pre along the slit as your folds parted around him.

“Who knew our new sister is such a whore...” 

His hand was fast to clasp around your mouth when he sheathed in you without a warning, the stretch leaving a burn in your core and threatening to make the cry slip past your lips when he held himself still. His cock was hot inside your walls, like he was melting in with your guts until all that was left of you was a puddle. 

You moaned into his palm when he started thrusting up. His hand might be able to muffle the lewd noises you made but there was no way to hide the sounds of skin slapping against skin that bounced off the walls. The position you were in made each slam of his pelvis against your ass hilting his cock deep in you until you could feel him leaving a print in your womb, the piercings adorning his length dredging along your insides with each snap of his hips. The nubs rubbing against you made your back arched and your knees weakened, leaving a permanent feeling in you even as he bottomed out.

“To- Touya!” 

His hand ran down your neck at the panting call of his name, fumbling with the elastic of your top before yanking it down and spilling your tits. You turned your head back with a struggle, his hand that was groping your chest pulling you up against his back until he could meet your lips in a sloppy kiss.

“Nu-uh, that’s not how you should call me,” he growled into your mouth, a mean-spirited pinch at your nipple had you squeaking against his hot touch.

“Touya nii-”

The mewl earned you a forceful plow of his length in you, the coil in you tightening when he drilled into you at a much more vicious speed.

“That’s a good little sister...” he mumbled in your ear, his hand now right below your chest while the other held tightly onto your ass. You threw your head back, pushing yourself deeper on his cock as he grunted, pulsing in you as he fug his nails into your skin.

Your lips fell open but nothing came out when he wrapped his free hand around your exposed throat, pressing down just enough for you to feel a rush of adrenaline pumping through your veins into your head when he hilted in you one more time before shooting ropes of his release deep into your core. His breath was shaky and warm at your earlobe as he cum in you, his load filling you up as he squeezed down on your neck to rip a breathless gag from you.

You could feel his cock going limp inside of you while he held you still, his cum threatening to leak out of your fluttering folds but was stopped by his cock still pressing snugly against your sex. You could smell the sweat on his body when he leaned down, heaving chest right at your back as he brought his hands up to cup your tits. His breath tickled against your skin, the piercing at the corner of his lip brushing at the sensitive area as he spoke lowly and slowly.

“Let’s have a lot of fun helping each other.”

-

Touya was always the latest to show up for breakfast each morning and this morning was no exception, but the entire table fell into deadly silence when he looked at you first before he did everyone else as he slammed himself down on his chair.

“Good morning, sis.”

The silence was almost uncomfortable and the sickly sweet tone of his voice echoed in the room before vanishing into thin air. You were facing him directly but your eyes did a brief glance around the room. Your mother and Enji were dumbfounded, Natsuo had his mouth agape, Shouto’s eyes were as big as the moon and Fuyumi’s eyebrows locked together slowly but visibly.

A lot of fun indeed.

You smiled, and the crisp ring of your voice shocked everyone when you parted your lips.

“Good morning, nii san.”

-

The mutually beneficial relationship with Touya continued. Some nights, you would feel a slight brush against your calf under the dining table and you knew he was to pay you a visit. He slipped into your room when everyone else was asleep, jackhammered you onto the mattress and make you scream into your pillow before whispering things about the family that you would otherwise never know of against your lips as his cum spilled out of your abused hole.

He was rough with his hands, especially when he was taking out his frustration on you, but there was no denying that the fucking was good and the information was valuable. He told you about how he had three siblings instead of being an only child because he was a disappointment and why his mother was sent away. The snort he let out was chilling as he told you how his sister was desperately holding the family together through the years and that the second son of the Todoroki family could be worse than him in terms of temper once the right buttons were pushed.

And they knew, they had to know or had made a guess at the very least, because there’s no other way you could explain why there were bruises littering all across your inner thighs when the skin just showing below the edge of your shorts was clean the night before. Occasionally, you would catch the boys staring at the barely visible mark right at your collar at the table, Natsuo a little bit more subtle with his eyes flickering away the moment you looked up and Shoto not hiding the fact that he was looking as he pressed his eyebrows together. Fuyumi was a whole lot more nonchalant about it, either she really didn’t know or she was very good at staying away from things that weren’t her business. Your guess leaned towards the latter. 

You were waiting to see which one of them would finally let their concern snap first and approach you about it, and it seemed like what Touya told you about his siblings was rather accurate when you were left along the house with your second stepbrother one weekday afternoon.

You were rarely left alone at the house with any of your step siblings, much less Natsuo. Doctor Todoroki was always the first one out the door and the last one to come back each day, slipping into his room by the time he got back in the early mornings from the hospital and not appearing until he had to go back again. 

Today was a bit different. Today, Todoroki Natsuo got to sleep past his alarm and sat in the living room as the sun shined through the window while the rest of his family was out doing their own thing. Except you, who coincidentally had nowhere to do during his precious day off and was staring absentmindedly at the tv while he tried to not pay too much attention to the limp in your walk and the hickey that was very much so not hidden by your loose shirt.

Natsuo gulped down the words that were stuck at the back of his throat, feeling his tongue laying flatly against his mouth as he felt the air around him thicken. 

No one had said anything about the clear elephant in the room when the rest of the family was around. His father and your mother were clearly oblivious, but he was sure the same question definitely appeared in his siblings’ heads. It frustrated him that Fuyumi only brushed it off as him being overly suspicious when he tried to hint that something but be going on between the new stepsister and the oldest Todoroki, even more so when Shouto was straight up in denial about how obvious it was. 

If anything, he was more concerned than anything else. He was sure Touya couldn’t be the nicest man to be involved with especially when he recalled all the malicious things his brother had said about how much he loathed the idea of a new stepsibling before his father got married.

“Did he hurt you?”

You froze in place at the abrupt question. Turning your head to the side, you saw Natsuo with his jaw clenched and lips pursed together at the other end of the coffee table. “He?”

“Touya,” he repeated, this time sounding a little firmer than before, “he is taking advantage of you, isn’t he?”

Oh.

Oh.

You glanced to the side, lowering your head a little as you toyed with the hem of your shorts. A slight thrill welled up in your chest when you heard him scooching closer to where you sat at your timid posture. He looked so concerned, like he was truly believing that you were in a compromisable position that you couldn’t tell anyone about.

What a good man he was, Todoroki Natsuo, you almost feel bad for pretending to hesitate before you slowly hook your finger under your shirt and lifted it over your head.

Natsuo’s breath hitched when he saw the bruises that covered your chest in the areas that weren’t covered by your bra. Bite marks darted along your skin, the subtle scars in the shape of finer prints burnt into the side of your waist. Touya got into a particularly fiery argument with Enji last night, and the aftermath was what Natsuo was now seeing as you stripped of your top in front of him. You had winced when you woke up that morning to see how fucked up you looked, fully planning to get Touya back for bruising you up this badly next time he touched you but you didn’t expect that his lost of control would be of use later on.

You looked battered, and you didn’t miss the gasp that left his lips as you folded your arms in front of your chest to make yourself smaller, pressing the marked skin of your chest together and pushing your cleavage out in the process.

“He’s so rough with me, Natsu nii...”

You sounded like you wanted to cry as you shy away from him, and his heart broke when you flinched away from his touch as he gently held onto your forearm. 

You were so delicate and fragile, how could anyone treat you as horribly as this? 

He let out a shaky breath when you latched onto his broad chest the moment he pulled you onto his lap. “Poor baby...” he whispered against your skin as he dipped his head down caging over you as he gingerly pulled your folded arms away. His throat bobbed at the sight of your curves and the many bruises dotting on your supple skin. You whimpered when he planted a soft peck on your neck, tilting your head back to allow him more access as his hand fumbled with the hook of your bra. 

You whimpered when he took it off of you, the strap sliding off your arms until it was thrown to the side. He could see all the marks and scars on your skin much more clearly now and it only fueled his urge to touch you all over and make sure he drowned you in affection even more. 

You whimpered when he rubbed circles against the side of your hips, his lips pressing against a particularly gruesome bruise below your collar bone.

“Natsu nii-

“Shh... it’s ok,” he hushed you with a peck on your pouting lips, pulling at your bottom lip softly when he pulled away, “nii chan will take care of you.”

His hand was cautious as he caressed your skin, soft lips trailing down your neck and darting his tongue out to swipe across each bruise and mark along the way. The brush of the tip tickled, leaving a spark of numbing tingles down your spine as his miniatures took over your head. Natsuo took his time, reducing you into mush with each press of his thumb at the side of your thighs and nibble of his teeth. A breathy moan slipped past your lips when he traced your pebbled nipple with his tongue, the air fanning against your skin making you all the more sensitive as he rolled the perked bud between his fingers. He treaded against the clouds of purple at the underside of your chest lightly, placing open kisses at each bruise like he was trying to erase the trails of what his brother had left on you.

Your hands held onto his shoulders when he buried his face in your chest, cupping the soft mounds in his palm as he licked each swell and dent on your torso. You whimpered as his large hands slipped past the elastic of your shorts, groping your ass as he lifted you off his lap just enough to pull the article off of your limbs. You felt a strange bashfulness when he eyed your naked form, almost looking like he was in awe when he slid his arms around your waist. 

Perhaps you were getting too into the mindset of a sweet baby sister wanting their brother’s attention that your body was starting to adopt the role a little bit too well.

“Lay down.”

His hand supported you at the small of your back, his much larger frame shadowing over you almost immediately at you touched the cold surface of the floor. The textured front of the tatami rubbed against your skin as he planted a firm kiss on your lips and you hissed into his mouth when the scratches down your back from last night by one very impatient Touya burned on your senses. 

Natsuo noticed your discomfort, cooing into your lips as his tongue slipped past your teeth and explored the warm cavity greedily. Your eyes were glassy when he pulled away, looking like a veil had draped over your vision hastily as you stared at him blankly and your lips parted. 

If he thought the marks on your upper body was bad, then seeing your naked form proved that he had severely underestimated what you had gone through before he took notice. You looked dazed as he perched on top of you, his eyes raking all over your body as he took count of the many bite marks and bruises that dipped down the v that led to your sex and your thighs that were pressed together tightly. There were clear marks of fingerprints littered over the plump flesh of your legs, evidential of how exactly did Touya take you last night.

You shuddered underneath Natsuo when he gripped onto your knees and parted your legs, arching your back off the ground and looking to the side to hide your face when he stared straight at your bare cunt. Your folds clenched with each heave of your chest, looking all the more inviting with the sheer shine that coated your core from his earlier touches. But he found himself immediately noticing the faded marks at the back of your thighs where they were connected to your hips, the prints permanent on your skin and whispering to him exactly what you had been doing with his brother when no one was around.

The image of Touya digging his fingers into your thighs as he folded your legs up despite your whines burned into his head, his vision growing redder and redder at the thought of your tight hole being railed so hard you tear up in pleas but to no avail.

He was supposed to be the nice brother, the gentle one who kiss you all over and holds you in the center of his palm before putting you back into one piece after the other had shattered you, but all he could think of was how much he wanted to replace the same tears with his own marks right now when he was looking right at the tiny body that his brother had messed with.

“Natsuo...? Ah-” you squeaked when his previously soft hold was replaced with a sudden squeeze at your inner thigh, your limbs being manhandled into a position that was challenging your flexibility. You could not help but throw your head back when he pushed your legs all the way up until they were hooked over his shoulders, the back of your knees almost touching your chest when he leaned down once again.

His tongue tangling with yours distracted you from the sounds of belt buckles rattling for a second, until the feeling of something prodding at your entrance brought your eyes snapping open. 

“Don’t worry about a thing...” he muttered against your lips as he dragged his leaking tip along your folds, his hand pulling the hood of your clit back and rubbing at the sensitive nub to ease more of your wetness out until his cock threatened to glide past your fluttering folds with the lubrication. His eyes were fixed on your face, but your reflection appearing on his blown out eyes seemed almost empty as he talked but more like to himself than to you.

His length felt heavy as the tip pushed past the muscle of your walls, earning him a breathless sigh from you as you took his hot inch bit by bit until it settled at the pit of your stomach. You could feel every part of his pressing against you in this position, your core flexing to accommodate his girth but still felt a white burn at the back of your head when he rolled his hips before slamming down again.

He was much... thicker than Touya, and the vein that was throbbing at the side of his shaft left a phantoming feeling in your walls with every thrust. His face was buried at the crook of your neck, each grunt and pant warm on your skin and seeping into your core as vibrations from his chest. There was no space between your bodies as he drilled into you, his plows short and rapid like he did not even want to have a second of his body not touching yours. 

Your voice sounded foreign to your ears as you gripped onto his hair for leverage, the broken notes of each mewl and the pathetic cries making you feel possessed as your knees shook with each hilt of his tip in that spongey spot deep inside of you.

“Na- Natsuo nii...”

He groaned at the sweet moans of his name rolling off your tongue, his hand running up and down at the back of your thigh in encouragement when you clamped down strongly around him with each slap of his balls against your ass.

“Fuck-” he gritted in your ear, his thrusts growing sloppy as you tried to lift your hips up to meet him and pushing his cock deeper into you, “you’re so pretty like this... so pretty taking your nii chan’s cock-”

You whined at the compliment, even though the reaction felt so off for the mindset you went into this with. There was something about how differently demanding he was when he was fucking into your tight cunt, the way he wanted to drink in all of your attention and send you into a spiral making thrills boil up in the waves of pleasure that crashed onto you.

He thought he was the one with the power, but we all take what we need from who we want it from.

“Cum around me- that’s it... that’s it...”

He let out a choked moan as your walls spasmed around his aching cock, his hands holding your legs firmly as he held himself still with his hips pressed up snugly against your hips. Your head fell back as your lips parted when you felt the warmth of each spurt of his cum painting your insides, each pulse and throb of his length printing against your walls. A soft whimper was pulled from the back of your throat when he pulled out, the last few drops of his load darting across your lower stomach as he remained his hold on your legs. Natsuo felt breathless at the beads of white that was seeping past your slit, his hands moving before he could think to push the leaking substance back into your hole despite the weak moans you made as you shook under his touch.

Natsuo pressed his palm flat against your sex like he was blocking the mixture of your arousal and his released from slipping out when he brought his hand under your arm. You couldn’t do anything but laid soundly in his arms when he lifted you up, your legs felt like jelly as he held you close to his chest.

“Get some rest, baby, I’ll tuck you in after cleaning you up...”

-

The arrangement continued, but this time with one more man into the mix.

Every night after Touya arrange your guts, Natsuo would put you back together with languish thrusts and not an inch of your skin untouched the next day. Where the eldest burned, the other would soothe over with icy breaths and gentle coos. All Natsu nii asked for return was the loving stare you gave him from behind your fluttering lashes and sheepish nods when he asked you if you feel good from your nii chan’s touch.

What you nearly forgot about, however, was that every night there was another Todoroki you had pushed to the back of your head just a wall next to you while you were getting your brains fucked out.

Todoroki Shouto was probably the most conflicted of the bunch when you walked into the meeting room for the first time. If anyone had asked, he would not deny that back when you were still his upperclassman by a year, before you suddenly dropped off his horizons one day out of nowhere, he was head over heels smitten with you. He was not the only one, if the way you surround yourself with others that gave a sickly sweet grin as they came up to you was any sign, but he liked to believe that he was the only one that really caught your eye. How could you not? If anything, it sufficiently flattered you that someone like Todoroki Shouto would eye you like a dumbfounded puppy when you came down to his year. You made sure to be extra nice to him too, smiling widely and laughing louder than you did for anyone else when he replied to each of your teasing questions with a degree of seriousness that you could not help but found yourself cooing at. 

(You never liked him the way he hoped you had, not that he would know or you would ever hint at it. It was just fun for you to have his attention and you would be the first one to say that you could not be blamed. Anyone else would have said the same thing had they been in your place.) 

By the spring he was about to move into your second year, you were gone. He had tried to ask around about your whereabouts but no one could give an answer. There were rumours, but all of them were so drastically different that it was near impossible to narrow down the possibilities. And so his innocent, bittersweet school crush was shattered into dust without even a proper heartbreak or revelation.

Now imagine how he felt when he saw his dead crush appearing in front of him years after he last saw them, now as his new stepsister that he never asked for.

You seemed to have latched onto him at first, striking up a conversation with him when everyone else made it clear that you were not welcomed. He felt an overbearing weight in his chest every time you flashed him a wide smile that was so nostalgic but also felt oddly different, like it was you had the same shell as before but the contents in it were missing. He told himself again and again that he had been over you for years now, but the pounding in his chest whenever you laughed around him was a brutal reminder that this could be the chance for him to finally get his hands on what was never his.

The thoughts that clouded his head when he thought of how you were just a room away from him at night was terrifying, and he wasn’t sure what to do with the realisation that there was something as ugly as that stirring deep in his mind. So he took the complete opposite approach to what his yearning was whispering at the back of his head and stayed away from you as far as possible, even when the center of his palms felt like they were about to start seeping blood at how deep his nails dug in at the sight of his brothers getting friendlier and friendlier with you.

Then one day, at the unholy hour when he had to lower each step he took striding back to his room after a late patrol, he heard a soft noise coming from the back of your door that could not be anything other than a moan.

He froze, his eyes widening as he questioned his own hearing when the same sweet sound rang again. It was subtle and he would not have caught on unless he was expecting it, but it sounded almost mocking in his ear as his leg moved on their own until his ear was pressing right at the wooden board that blocked him from seeing what you were doing inside that drew those tempting notes out of your lips. 

This was wrong, he swallowed the bitterness in his mouth as the stir in his stomach sunk in, very wrong, but he could not stop himself from wondering how good you must be looking at that moment with your legs parted and fingers pumping in your cunt, your back arching as you tried to bury your face in your pillow as you imagined that it was someone else touching you.

The wire in his head snapped into half when he heard a voice so familiar but yet so strange that mixed into the incoherent string of lewd noises.

“Stay quiet, or do you want people to hear how much of a whore you are?”

His head went blank, and then he turned almost robotically stiff towards his own room when he finally connected the dots of what was going on.

He did not look any bit suspicious when you greeted him the next morning, but he swore he was seeing white when he spotted the way Touya’s hand lingered at your forearm just too long for it to be friendly when he was asking you to pass him the milk.

It got incredibly hard for him to ignore everything that was going on once he found out what happened every night when the house was supposed to be asleep. It was Touya most of the time, but occasionally he would hear the muffled voice of his other brother seeping into his ears through the thin walls too. He should not have listened, especially with how clearly he knew the burn in his chest was a result of anger. How could they just fuck around with you like this when he was there, suffering because you were so close but he could not reach out? 

Yet when his hand ghosted over the bulge in his pants as he listened to the broken cries of someone else’s name from the back of your throat, it was jealousy that made him tug at his length almost violently as the squelching and panting died down until there was nothing left but the stickiness lacing his fingers as an evidence of what happened.

He listened with intent, wondering if you would eventually come onto him too. He heard the way you call his brothers’ “nii san” and found it harder and harder for him to even look at you straight without imagining the way you would look coming undone underneath him when he heard the same words dripping off your tongue in a seemingly innocent manner in the day. 

But you never did, and he was starting to lose patience from waiting.

Why his brothers but not him when he was the one that had wanted you for so long? What was it that his nee san never wanted to fall into his bed when you so gladly let other men crash into yours?

You did not hear the door creaked open as you laid with your stomach on the bed, your legs arching from the knees onwards as you lounge around with a book in hand. You jumped with a gasp when you saw Shoto standing at the side of your bed, putting your book down carefully with the page you stopped at facing down as you looked up.

“Why are you here, Shouto kun?”

You called him “Shouto kun” when it was “nii chan” for Touya and Natsuo. 

He furrowed his eyebrows at how clueless you looked as you stared at him. Your chest were pushed together against the mattress as you rolled to your side, the exposed skin of your legs ticking him off as a reminder of how different you sounded from when he eavesdropped at your little rendezvous every night.

He took your by surprise when he leaped onto the bed, his knees causing a dent at each side of your body when you could not react except allowing your mouth to fall apart at his sudden and strange behaviour.

“Shouto! What are you- mhp-”

You were taken back by the force at which he crashed down on you. You could not process what was going on until the feeling of his burning lips kissing and nibbling at your own settle in as a numbing pain, his tongue forcing it’s way past your teeth as he trapped you underneath his frame.

You took a hasty breath when he pulled away, his eyes staring you down like he was waiting for a reaction as you looked at him with wide eyes.

“Do you not like it when I kiss you, nee san?”

All the words got caught at the back of your throat when his voice rang in your ear, almost eerily calm considering how his teeth were just clashing against yours moments ago. You did not put as much thought into buying your way into Shouto’s side as much as you did the rest of the family, knowing that no matter how small, there had got to be a certain place for you in his heart from the melancholy of an old crush somewhere. 

“Even though you like it when it was Touya nii and Natsu nii touching you?”

But now he was on top of you, his eyes quirking up as his hand gripped onto the sheets at the side of your head, his lips almost like he was pouting as he trapped you there.

Nee san...

Right, how foolish of you to forget. 

He was your brother too.

“Come here,” he leaned into your touch almost immediately when you reached out for him. His breath was shaky as you sat up, your lips ghosting against his before you whispered all while looking into his eyes. “let nee san show you how to do it...”

He did not react at first when you kissed him, your fingers threading into where the white met the red at the back of his head as you deepened the kiss. The little whimper he made when you moved his hand onto the side of your waist did something to you, and suddenly you wondered why you waited so long before doing this. 

You chuckled into his mouth when he clumsily held onto your jaw, his tongue swiping at your bottom lip before slipping past. You made sure to moan almost a bit exaggeratedly when you felt his hand running up your abdomen and stopping at your tits, pressing down encouragingly when he fondled with the soft mound. 

He got bolder and bolder as you replied to each miniature, the years of longing erupting in him as he gripped onto your thigh and hooked it at the side of his hip. You yelped at the sudden shake of your vision when he flipped you so that you were straddling his lap. You whimpered when you felt the hardness that was poking against you, his hand now sliding underneath your shirt to toy with your perked nipples as your hand planted firmly on hid toned stomach.

“I’ve wanted to touch you for so long...”

His breath was feverish on your skin when he peeled your shirt off, his lips latching onto your chest almost immediately once you were bare as his fingers dug deeper into your skin like he wanted to leave a bruise. You moaned when he flicked his tongue against the hard bud, licking and nibbling as he stared at your face while holding onto your ribcage. 

“Wanted to kiss you for so long...”

You mewled when he bit down a little too hard on your collarbone, his tongue swiping across the dents of the mark as his hand continued to knead your soft flesh. 

“Now you’re finally here- with me...”

A roll of his hips had his hard one pressing against your thinly covered pussy, the friction and the heat that was burning against you making you bit down on your lips to stop the moan from slipping past your lips. He gave a dissatisfied pinch to your breast when he saw the action, humming in content when the sudden shock of pain made you hiss.

“No, no, don’t hold it in,” his two toned eyes sent a chilling shiver down your spine as he glared at you in warning, one hand finding grip on the base of your thigh while the other slid into the band of your shorts before pulling it down the curve of your ass, “I want to hear every sound you makes while you get fuck by your little brother...”

His skin heated up when your face contorted together in pleasure when his hands gripped onto the cheeks of your ass and parted them roughly, the flesh jiggling when he released it from his hold with a pull. 

“Hm!” you whimpered when he felt his palm rubbing at your folds, the tip of his fingers pressing down on your clit before he dragged each digit up along your slit to gather the wetness that was starting to form from his stimulation. Your lips fell apart when he slipped the first finger in, then added another, and the third. He watched in amazement at each pull of the muscle of your face as he stretched you out around his slender fingers, feeling your cunt sucking him in as he slowly pumped them in and out of your hole.

It was almost unreal, the person that had lingered in his dreams for years on end now naked in his lap and moaning because of his fingers scissoring inside of her. His cock felt painful straining against his pants when you rolled your hips back, impatient for how he moved agonisingly slow inside of you in order to draw out each reaction you gave him. His chest swelled at the sight of you slamming yourself down on his fingers as you laid on his body, your hands gripping at the cotton of his shirt all while arching your ass up so he could rub every inch of your walls.

“You look so pretty fucking yourself on my fingers, nee san...” Shouto whispered against your lips, his free hand bringing you close to him to kiss your quivering lips as he crocked his fingers inside of you and ripping a sharp mewl from the back of your throat.

“Sho- Shoto-” the syllables of his name chocked out of your tongue that felt heavy in your mouth, your knees that prop you up on his lap feeling weak as you alternated the speed at which you threw yourself back at him to chase the tightening of your core.

The drop yanked you back by the seams when you were greeted with a sudden emptiness as you were close to snapping, a squeak spilled out from the back of your throat when you clenched around nothing. Your instinct was to press your legs together to stop the running arousal from dripping down your thighs from the flex of your walls but Shouto held you still with his hands, the wetness that was coating his fingers smearing over your skin as he brushed against your thighs before bringing them to his face.

Your face was burning when he moved his digits apart, showing you the string of your essence that was sticking to his skin before he brought it to his lips. Your stomach flipped when he darted his tongue out, licking his fingers clean like a kitten as he groaned.

“You taste so sweet...” he pulled you close to him like he wanted to give you a taste of it too, the saltiness of yourself tickling your cavity as his words were muffled by his lips on you, “I would have gotten a taste for myself directly much earlier if I knew this is how you taste, but right now...”

He brought your hand to his bulge, the hardness filling under your palm as you cupped his erection. Your hand wrapped around the base of his girth the moment you pulled it out of the band of his sweats and it pressed against his lower stomach, the vein that climbed up the side pulsing under your touch as you ran your finger along his cock. 

Your breath hitched at the back of your throat when he lifted you up, your cunt hovering above his tip as he muttered against your neck.

“I want to be in you, nee san.”

It took every fiber in your being to stop yourself from screaming out when he let go of you, slamming you down all the way until he was balls deep inside of you. He sighed at how warm you were all wrapped up around him, his arms snaking around your waist as he started bouncing you on his cock.

You scratched down on his chest through his shirt with each hilt of his length in you, your eyes pressing tightly into thin lines as you fought against the shocks that ran down your spine. He bit down on your skin in discontent, glaring at you like he was warning you to keep your focus on him as he railed in you.

It was fear that made your eyes snapped wide open when you heard a click of someone’s tongue from your back.

“Take this as a lesson to lock your door.” 

Shouto’s nails on your skin felt like they could draw blood when he shot up to see the grinning face of his eldest brother, his blood curling when you clamped down around him at a moment of panic. 

“Touya!"

He hated the way your eyes moved away from him onto the man leaning against the door, the name that wasn’t his sounding so breathless as it rolled off your tongue.

Touya had already gotten his fair share of your time, now he wanted to interrupt when it was finally his turn?

“Fuck off,” Shouto sneered but the other Todoroki only let out a dry chuckle at his defensive state as he walked towards where you were. His eyed you up and down, how tense you were as you froze under the intrusion evidential as the muscles of your legs pulled taut against your skin.

“Aw, don’t shut me out so quickly, I’m sure she doesn’t mind,” Touya mused, seeming to be egged on even more when he saw his brother tightening his hold on your hips when he shamelessly gripped himself on the crotch over his sweats. “You’re at it already,” you let out a soundless hiss when he pulled your head back just the way he liked it as he yanked his pants down, eyeing his little brother that was staring daggers at him out of the corner of his eyes as he pulled his cock out, “why not take another one?”

Almost like he was asserting his claim, Shouto snapped you out of your trance with a thrust up into your cunt. The sudden friction made your mouth fell apart as a moan was ripped from the back of your throat but it was quickly muffled into a gag when Touya took the chance to shove his cock in your mouth. He hardened and filled inside of you as he held your head still, pulling you to the side so that you were staring helplessly at the man who was slamming into you as he pushed his cock deep at the back of your throat with each surge of his hips.

This was nowhere near the same time Touya treated your mouth as nothing but another hole to fuck but the hilt of his tip at the back of your cavity still made your eyes tear up immediately as the burn settled into the pit of your stomach. Shouto did not give up easily, determined to make sure that his brother’s cock drilling in your mouth was not enough to divide your attention away from him as he threw you up and down on his length vigorously as the lewd squelches and slapping noises echoed off the walls. 

Touya’s laugh came out like a howl when he felt the vibrations of your moans around his girth, loving the way you had drool leaking from the corner of your lips as he gripped your head with both hands and pivoted in you. He was laughing, but the stare he cast his brother was no less competitive than the younger boy who was clearly not happy about sharing. 

The tension was thick in the air, like they were taking out whatever rivalry that had rooted between them out on you as they treated you like nothing but a toy that they could break if they fight over it hard enough. You had never seen Shouto this visibly angered before, his handsome face twisted together as the scowl tugging at his lips stayed permanent. Your muffled pants and gags as well as the sound of skin against skin was all that could be heard as the two men bared their teeth at each other, Touya in a menacing grin and Shouto like he was ready to tear the other’s smile off his face.

You felt like you were being pulled apart by the threads, with Touya pulling your hair until your scalp felt numb from the pain and Shouto digging his fingers in your ass a little bit too forcefully. The way Touya forced your face away was enough to get under his skin but Shouto could not look away as tears tainted your cheeks as his brother held you still at the base of his cock, your nose brushing against his pubic hair while your nostrails flared in a desperate attempt to breathe. Each thrust of his hips sent both cocks deeper inside you, the burn pulsing all through your body as your toes curled.

“Hnpm-”

“Go on,” Touya gave a tug at your scalp, pulling at the side of your eyes and forcing you to look right at Shouto, “stare into his eyes while you swallow my cum.”

And you did, the bitter and salty mixture pouring down your throat and almost scorching where it touched as you gulped down his load as he held you still, almost choking on your own spit as you stared at the younger boy from behind your glassy eyes. His pupils were blown out as he fixated on the sight of your throat bobbing and white leaking out of the corner of your lips which were wrapped around his brother’s cock, your jaw almost slack as Touya pulled out and pressed your jugulars tight to make sure you drank everything he had to give you.

You did not dare to move as Touya tucked his limp cock back into his pants, still smiling ear to ear before he turned around but not without throwing down another snarky remark.

“Treat her rougher,” his glance darted towards you for a second before looking back at his brother, “she likes it that way.”

The acidity welled up in your mouth as Shouto stayed put, the lack of even a sound or movement somehow stirring in your stomach until it was all tied up as a knot. Your skin felt clammy with your sweat when he shifted under you, his cock very much so still pressing hard against your gut as he moved and sending sparks all the way to the tip of your toes.

“Open your mouth."

His voice was scary calm as he commanded and you reacted before even processing his words. Shouto gripped onto your jaw, his teeth hurting from how hard he was clenching down as he looked at the trails of white along your chin and the residues of cum on your tongue. 

You shivered when something cold landed in your open mouth, a silver string connected his lips and dripping down your tongue.

“Swallow.”

The last bit of cum mixed together with his spit slid down your throat as you felt small under his gaze. It was like a switch was flipped inside of him when he slammed you on the bed, him now taking full control as he perched on top of you much like when he initially came onto you tonight and thrusting up hard, fast, deep into your cunt.

Your mind was too muddled for you to think straight at the shocks of electricity spiking across your skin when the tip of his cock rubbed along your walls furiously, your pants and moans coming out as slurred strings of incomprehensible noises. He sounded animalistic as his teeth graced past your pulse point at the side of his neck, the muscles in his stomach tensing up both from getting close to his edge and the scene from earlier of you getting face fucked by his brother right in front of his eyes replaying in his head again and again.

“When I’m done,” you could barely make out what he said as you slammed your head back, “my cock will be all you can think of- all you need...”

You whined when his cock sheathed against the spongey spot right below your pelvis, a sharp cramp creeping onto your legs that were already close to giving in at the melting pleasure. 

“I’ll fuck you again and again if that’s what it takes,” he grunted. 

Again and again, until all the traces of other people’s hand tainting your skin was wiped off with his mark instead.

“Starting-” his shoulders shook as his hips surged forward, his cock throbbing in you as he dipped his head down, your legs threw weakly around his waist as you felt the heat from his chest blazing against your skin.

“Now.”

You arched yourself off the mattress at the feeling of his cum filling you up, his body stiff on top of you as he pumped his load in you. He gripped onto your knees almost immediately when you wanted to put your legs down, giving a few more thrust before finally pulling out of you but still not letting go. 

He tried to go a few rounds more that night, but you managed to settle him at your side in your bed with a soft whine and your arms latching onto his waist tightly as you buried your face in his chest.

Shouto was the only person who had fallen asleep next to you of all the ones that had gotten into your bed at night, looking almost angelically serene as he drifted into slumber that you didn’t have the heart to wake him up even though the fear of someone catching him sneaking out at daybreak next morning scared you.

No one did, of course, and even if they do, they all did a very good job not saying a word about it.

-

Todoroki Fuyumi did nothing but furrow her eyebrows and sighed when she saw her own brother slipping out from your room at the crack of dawn, before going back to her normal day-to-day routine like she did not just witness the confirmation that she could no longer pretend she did not sense things stirring under the roof she called home as she did ever since you moved into the house.

If anyone asked, Fuyumi would be very honest with the fact that while less obvious about her dismay, she was about as keen on the prospect of a woman no one had met before marrying into the family and bringing an adult child with her as the rest of her siblings. The family was messed up enough as it was, no need to bring an outsider into the mix to further complicate the matter. There was also the convenient fact that the buffer period between her birth mother’s death and the announcement of the engagement was far too short for anyone’s comfort, and the speculation of an overlaps in the timeline where Enji started seeing his new wife while his now deceased wife was hanging onto the last breath of her life by a thread.

But she hid the urge to scrunch her face up the first time she met her new stepsister and stepmother and smiled, knowing full well that the others would take up the role of pushing you away until eventually you would have to break under their scrutinising gaze.

Fuyumi had always been the one trying to hold the family together, even if it meant turning a blind eye on the cracks that were starting to form.

The first siren call was when Touya came downstairs one morning acting like a completely different person around you then he was the night before. She felt her guts twisting together at how sickly sweet his voice was as he passed by you, his arms draping over your shoulder slightly before he slumped down on his own seat. Touya was supposed to be the one that was the least likely to wield out of the four, god knows how much of a tantrum he threw when he learnt of the engagement. Something must have happened over night for him to go from sneering at you to cooing at you in the matter of hours, and what the something might be was not a pleasant thing to guess around on.

Still, Fuyumi didn’t confront her brother on his strange antics. Even after she became rather certain on how accurate her guess was regarding your relationship as the bruises on your thigh and offhanded teases got more and more blatant each day. Touya had always been one to play around, she had sent many pretty young things off in the mornings when she came to the living room to find them sitting there with their clothes very wrinkled and legs very much so wobbling with each step. 

He was probably doing it as a protest like most other things he had done and it would take no time for him to get bored of you. 

But one morning turned into a week, and Todoroki Touya only seemed to grow closer and closer to you as each day passed.

Natsuo was much worse when it came to playing things off compared to his older brother and Fuyumi noticed almost immediately when he started getting involved with you too. It should not have come as a surprised, it certainly was not to her. Sentimentally, the two older Todoroki boys were often similar but expressing it in different ways. Fuyumi was aware of how a yearning for being needed was in place of his head where the desire for chaos was cemented in Touya’s. 

It took her a while to see how tightly you had Natsuo wrapped around your fingers, how he very much so ignored the way you amped up your helplessness and dependence when he was around that seemed almost painfully blatant to her. But it didn’t unsettle her as much as it did when the dynamic between you and the siblings switched the first time. If anything, this was the more logical progression. Natsuo had always been the more passive one with his attitude towards you, and him shifting stances would not do much to the scene.

It got harder and harder to bite on her tongue and stay quiet ever since she caught Shouto walking out of your room. She was the most concerned about the youngest Todoroki and his almost dangerous affection towards you. She had connected the dots herself after some baiting fished out that you two were already acquainted before the untimely marriage. She saw the way Shouto watched you with so much fever in his eyes when the other two even inched close to you, the unhidden teeth marks on your arms and legs almost too deliberate for her to not think too much about it. It was the self-righteousness of finally getting something that was lost, and Fuyumi found this one particular budding flame to burn hotter and more destructive than the rest.

You were playing a very dangerous game here, and she was the only one that was left out of it until right now.

Right now, it was a heavy silence in the room at the far end of the house where no one would go to. Fuyumi was sitting right opposite you, both of your postures looking extremely formal with your feet tucked under your legs, hands planed flat on both thighs as you waited for her to say something.

You had a dreadful feeling you knew what this was about when she asked you to go with her for something important with a face so expressionless it scared you.

She had not said a word after she motioned you to sit down on the tatami, looking blankly at the empty floor in front of you like she was deep in thought. All you could hear was the pounding in your eardrum and the steady breaths the left your own nostrils, your hands wanting to claw at the fabric of your shorts to ease the shaking nerves but your head fighting it back with an unwillingness to look like you did not have the upper hand.

You did not, and you were genuinely horrid by the direct confrontation that you did not have to go through with the rest of the family.

“I know you’re sleeping with my brothers.”

Her voice came out like the notes of a lullaby, ghosting in the air but knocking you right in the lungs. She said it like it was nothing but a trivial fact, not a question but a statement that she knew you could not deny.

Fuyumi looked right at you now, like she could see right through your soul and all the gears running in your head as they spun like mad while thoughts trampled your head. Her eyes were clear, so clear behind the frame of her glasses and at the moment you knew she did not leave room for you to lie or try to get your way out of it.

"I am,” you replied. 

It felt almost cathartic to say out loud. There was no need for you to pretend or lie or appease towards someone who already had your game figured out, and there was something about being on the same page that anchored you on your footing.

“Why?”

Yes, why?

“I need to find my place in this house,” you answered, feeling your mind go blank as you reached to the pit of your core and dragged out the words you were searching for, “and they wanted me.”

They wanted you.

You gave them what they wanted in exchange for what you needed, the simple equation that formed the beauty, the complexity and the rotting of human desires.

Your breathing shifted to go with her rhythm without even knowing as she sighed, long and shaky as she dropped her head.

She went into this with the determination that one way or another, she would get you to stop with whatever you were doing with her brothers so things would go back to normal once and for all without lingering glances and hints that weren’t so subtle and glares at the dining table, but now she wasn’t so determined anymore. Fuyumi now realised that things had never been normal, the cracks gad always been here and you simply found a way to slip through.

They wanted you, but what did she want? 

Todoroki Fuyumi was the one who desperately tried to hold the family together through the years when her siblings were deep in resentment and her father obsessed with making a legacy out of what was left, even if it took filling up the growing cracks bit by bit until she didn’t even know who she was doing it for anymore. 

If the cracks had managed to close because they all wanted the same thing, then so be it.

You did not flinch away when Fuyumi leaned forward, her lips stilled on yours as she held herself up with her palms on the floor. Her lips were cold, like the first rain drop that fell into the calm ocean before the surface started to ripple into many, many silver rings, until it melted into the heat on your skin and seeped right under.

You felt a tingle unlike any you had experienced when you snapped out of your shock and kissed her back, subtle closing and opening of lips turned into gentle nibbling as you gravitated towards her body. Her skin was so soft, and the way she held onto your jaw with the tips of her finger as she made you parted your mouth wider was almost tender in a way. 

You couldn’t stop the whimper from slipping out when she sucked on your tongue, hand placed at the base of your spine to press your body closer to hers. Her chest squished against yours and you whined when she shoved her knee between your legs. Her palm smoothed over your curves and down to the swell of your hips as she cradled your face, gripping on the doughy flesh encouragingly as she guided you to hump against her thigh. 

Her breath was shaky when she pulled away, the one drum in her heart particularly loud when her eyes landed on your misted stare behind hooded lids.

So this was why they were all so crazy about you.

One tilt of her head was enough of a sign as you latched onto her, your lips trailing along her exposed neck and down to the collar of her shirt. She sighed when you rolled it up from the hem, your hands cupping her tits before placing open kisses on the delicate skin. The way her skin flushed under your touch was an intoxicating sight and you found yourself wanting more as you pushed the cup of her bra down to wrap your lips around her nipple. It was the moan she made when you sucked on the bud that set you off, the way it hardened in your mouth as you swirled your tongue around it had you bucking your hips against her legs uncontrollably. 

The saltiness that lingered on her skin provoked your senses as you trailed down, making sure to kiss every soft curve and dent of her body before settling at the waistband of her pants. Her legs were tight around your head when you pulled it down, the muscles of her thighs flexing when your mouth hovered right above her sex. She laid back to allow you better access and you could see her breasts heaving with each heavy exhale above you as she leaned against the tatami. You tested the waters with a kitten lick along her folds, getting a little bolder when her legs clenched around your shoulders and she let her head fell back with a hum. Her cunt clenched around nothing when you pulled away, the silver string of your saliva connecting her folds and your lips was sinful as you took in the clear essence that was starting to form. 

She mewled when you dipped back down, your hand kneading her soft thighs as your tongue parted her folds and savoured the taste of her arousal. Your finger brushed past her pubic hair as you pulled back the hood of her clit, the shudder of her legs hitting you in full force when you flicked your tongue against the engorged bud. Fuyumi brought her hand to the back of your head, her fingers lacing into your hair to shove your face closer against her pussy as she rolled her hips, pressing herself on your face for more friction.

Her lips fell open when you eased a finger into her tight hole, the velvet walls gushing with wetness sucking your digit in as you pumped it in her cunt. Toes curling under the pleasure when you added in another one while your lips focused on her clit.

“Hm- right there!” she panted when you scissored your fingers in her, stretching her out as you slurped up her juices that were trailing down your wrist and seeping with each flick of your wrist. You could feel her tightening around your fingers and you looked up only to feel a rush of heat down your core when you saw her face. 

Her glasses had fallen half way down the bridge of her nose, the lenses were not enough to hide her blown out pupils that were hazy with lust. A furious flush dusted across her cheek and reached the tip of her ear, plump lips parted as her tits bounced with each heave of her chest. Her throat bobbed when you arched your fingers inside of her, strumming along her clenching walls encouragingly as meek moans rolled off her tongue. 

The musky scent overwhelmed you when you sucked down hard on her clit, her legs kicking mid-air as a lewd moan rippled out from her lungs while you held her still. The pad of your fingers dragging along her insides rang tingles on her scalp as she came on your mouth, the squelch from her wet cunt loud in your ear when you pulled your hand away and earning you a whimper. 

Fuyumi’s vision was still clouded over by the aftershocks of her orgasm but she found herself unable to look away when you darted your tongue out to lick your fingers clean between her legs. The grip on your shoulder as she ushered you up was almost painful before it was replaced by the feeling of her fumbling hands trying to stripe you down, her whining into your mouth at the taste of her arousal on your tongue as she cupped your ass.

Your moan as she pulled you to straddle her thigh was muffled when she pushed your head down against her chest, the soft mounds pillowing you as she dug her fingers into your hips and pressed down. Your cunt throbbed when it rubbed against the smooth skin of her leg, the muscle beneath flexing and coaxing out numbing shivers along your spine. Your hands flew to find hold on her arm as she bounced the leg you were riding, your back arching and pushing you closer to her as your eyes shut tight. 

The coil in the pit of your stomach tightened with each drag of your folds along her thigh, feeling her hot skin under your touch as your hands roamed all over her body. Your breath fanned against her skin, each moan and pant rumbling against her in weak vibrations. She kept one arm around your waist as the other slid down her stomach and stopping at her slit. Every hair on her skin stood up at the sight of your shoulders tensing up, slipping her fingers in as the speed at which you rolled your hips against her flesh increased and setting a feverish pace like she was rushing to tip over.

You tried to follow the rhythm of her fingers jamming in her cunt with the thrust of your hips, your legs almost cramping up as your toes curled and uncurled. She thumped her leg up and down more vigorously as muscles pulled taut under her skin, fighting back the urge to roll her eyes back so she wouldn’t miss the miniatures on your expression as you came undone.

“Are you close?” she let out a hasty chuckle when you nodded rapidly, her hand that was on your torso gripping down encouragingly as she aimed her fingers at the spot that had shocks pulsing through her veins, “then cum on me- cum on nee chan-”

The band in you snapped at the coo, your nails leaving white lines on her skin as you scratched down. Your hips dragged sloppily along her skin as you rode out your high, lying weakly on her shoulder as you looked up at her. Fuyumi threw her head back as her arm tensed, the joint of her wrist popping out as a sharp moan spilled from her mouth. 

All that could be heard in the room was the pants that were under your ear as you leaned on her chest, the steady rise and fall under your cheek luring you into a state of serenity. A mellow heat slowly imploded from your core, spreading through your skin and planting at the back of your head. 

Fuyumi’s arm draped over your frame loosely, her breaths slowly calming down as she drummed a soothing rhythm against your skin, the tempo synching with the pounding under your ear.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Your eyelids felt heavier and heavier as the warmth seeped in, your shoulders almost weightless for the first time in a while.

So you closed your eyes, and listened to the steady beats of your sister’s heart, until you could hear nothing at all.

-

“Sometimes I feel bad for always leaving you at the house on your own.”

Your mother’s smile was apologetic as she rummaged her bag for her keys as she shoved her feet in her heels. You leaned against the frame of the door, tilting your head as you tap your feet against the ground.

“It’s alright, I have company around,” you said with a hum, “leave it, I’ll lock the door for you.”

Your mother paused, looking up from her bag with an almost sheepish sounding chuckle as you leaned over for the knob. She had been worried about whether you would get alienated by the Todoroki children when she married into the family, but it seemed like her worries were unneeded after all.

Sometimes she would walk in on you with the rest of Enji’s children and laugh to herself at how silly she was for even thinking that you would have an issue blending in.

You were a strong girl, you could always find a way to manage yourself through anything.

Your throat felt dry when your mother suddenly gripped your hands in her palm, the calloused pad of her fingers rubbing against your wrist as she looked at you, looking almost teary eyed as she shook her head with a laugh.

“I’m so glad that you are happy here,” she said, the wrinkles at the corner of her eye crinkling up as she smiled, “I really am.”

The tug at the corner of your lips felt almost stiff as you squeezed her hand, nodding to the way she shook your clasped hands like words could not do her thoughts justice. Her touch lingered, even after you gave her a light chuckle and reminded her that she would be late if she doesn’t head out soon. 

She gave you one last look before stepping out the door, the beaming grin on her face not once faltering before she was gone from your sight.

She did not need to know. You thought to yourself as you turned around, your hand rubbing at where your mother’s emotionally tight grip had left a warm sting on your skin as you headed back upstairs.

Your family was waiting for you, after all.

#bnha imagines #bnha x reader #bnha smut #todoroki x reader #todoroki smut #kinktober 2020 #tw: stepcest #tw: pseudo-incest

[alexaplaysgames]

Can you do Felix and Mc getting into a fight

My angst brain need some

You got it bb <3 Idk if this is really that much of a fight, but I couldn't make the MC too mean to Felix. Also, I’m aware this paints baby in a bad light. I had to make them fight about something okay :’( I don’t think he’d do this in canon.

Title: A bit Bitter

Pairing: Felix Escellun x GN!MC (Last Legacy)

Words: 2564

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“Tell me the truth, Felix.”

His gray eyes dart upwards from his textbooks as I storm into the room. When he sees what I hold clutched in my hands, he swallows, the bob of his throat visible even from the doorway.

I continue in a voice that is simultaneously weak and as strong as I can manage. “Is this really how you feel?”

“W-why do you have that, love?”

I frown. His nervousness sends guilt shooting through me, but I stamp it out. I’ve bent over backwards for months in an attempt to make him comfortable, and did so gladly. But this? I can only withstand so much.

I set the notebook down on the edge of his desk with a heavy thud. Felix winces.

“The things you wrote in here, about me…” I shake my head, then look away. I can feel my eyes sting, and I bite my tongue to hold back from crying. “Felix-“

“That’s private! You don’t have the right to go snooping through my possessions.”

I sigh. Yeah, I’m nosy and read his journal, and normally I would be ashamed. I shouldn’t have done it, but… “I don’t think that’s important right now.”

“Of course it’s important!” Felix gasps, standing out of his desk chair to snatch up the journal. He meets my eyes with a fragile sort of vulnerability, then pulls the journal defensively to his chest. “I’m not privy to every thought you have. You can’t judge me for mine.”

“I would never think these things of you!” My voice raises until it edges on a shout, and I frantically rush to reign it in. “I would never.”

“That’s not-“ Felix whispers with a shake of his head. “That’s not fair.”

“No. What’s not fair is this.” I reach forward and pull the leather journal from his hands, flipping forward a few weathered pages until I find what I’m looking for.

“‘Not nearly comparable to Rime’s beauty, nor do they possess his talent with magic. They’re candlelight to his radiant sun. I’ve quelled whatever feeling has stirred in my chest and decided that I won’t settle for them. Not while my love is still hurting. And I do miss him so.”

Felix is biting at his lip as I lower the book once more, his eyes watery, wide circles. “That’s old,” he chokes out. “I swear. I don’t feel that way. I love you.”

He looks like he wants to touch me, so I step away. I shake my head. “But you did feel that way.”

“I- why does it matter? That’s private. How- how much else have you read to convince yourself my feelings for you are disingenuous? You were never meant to see any of it.” He’s wrapped arms around his thin frame, now, squeezing his eyes shut as if he wishes this all would simply go away.

“I’ve read enough.”

Felix’s eyes go wide, then dart to the journal in my hand. “Why?” I ask. “Worried there’s something worse left for me to uncover?”

“N-no.” He runs his hand over his face. “Why couldn’t you stay out of my things? That was personal! It was none of your business!” Felix hisses the last words, as close to angry as I’ve ever seen him with me. His eyes are filled with tears, but his expression if one of a rage I’ve never been in the receiving end of.

“Fuck you,” I spit out, watching him hiccup as if the words were a physical blow. “You’re a liar, Felix.” Then I simply can’t help myself but to add, “Maybe you do deserve to be alone.”

I know as soon as I say it that I’ve gone too far, and the look on his face- fuck. I don’t know if I’ll ever get the broken, hurt expression that flashes across his features out of my head. Yes, the words he’d written in that journal had stung, but I don’t feel any satisfaction from hurting him just as badly. If anything, it makes me feel worse.

All I feel is lost. My psyche weighs heavy with guilt, as well as hatred for myself for letting my patience slip. Before it can all come crumbling down on me, I turn on my heel and rush out the door, slamming it behind me with an echo that rings much to hollow to make me feel any better.

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I had frantically stuffed my few belongings into a bag and rushed to the nearest inn, flopping onto a rickety bed and crying myself to exhaustion. That had been two days ago, now, and I haven’t spoken to Felix since.

On the bright side, sending drunk texts is much more difficult to do when one doesn’t possess a cellphone.

Each night my dreams are filled with memories of his face, his smile. I can feel him in my arms, see the distinct colour of his blush each time I call him “baby” or “my sweet”. I wonder if I was over-dramatic in my reaction, but then remember the words in that journal. To think, the passage I had read aloud had only been one of many.

No. I was right to be upset.

I keep wondering if maybe the things he wrote in there were true. Yet, it’s so confusing- Felix has always had the upmost respect for me. And he’s not exactly great at hiding his emotions.

I’ve met with Anisa and Sage, both of whom seemed relatively stunned at the news. Anisa had offered exercise as a way to take my mind off it, and Sage had offered… another form of physical activity altogether, which didn’t really surprise me.

“A fight? Really? You two have always seemed like such a sappy married couple…”

I sigh. “Thanks, Sage. Really. It wasn’t even a fight, to be honest.”

“Married couples do fight, Sage.” Anisa pats my hand. “Felix is just dramatic. It will be fine! Whatever he did, I’m sure he didn’t mean it. He just gets a little… jumbled up sometimes. But his intentions are pure. At least, I believe so. You can never tell with Felix.” She smiles. “Give him some time to mope and he’ll apologize.”

“If it helps,” Sage interjects, “he fought all the time with deer boy, and they were apparently a thing. I’m sure he’s used to it.”

I refrain from telling Sage that his oh-so-helpful comment is far from helpful; in fact, it highlights exactly what I’m worried about.

Tonight, thunder strikes outside in heavy, booming claps. The room I’ve rented is lowly lit by a single candle, but the flashes of lightning outside the window often light up the entire space. Rain pelts the roof and the wind howls mournfully, as if in empathy of my crushed spirit.

I’m just in the middle of pretending I’m in a sad music video when I hear an unsteady knock at the door. At first, I think it might be a tree branch outside, being as it’s so soft, but then I hear the sound again.

I fling the wool blankets over my head with a huff and shuffle towards the door, then unceremoniously fling it open.

I should have expected it would be my necromancer boyfriend looking like a drenched cat.

Felix is sopping wet, his hair plastered to his forehead and clothes so soaked I can see his tanned skin underneath. As soon as the door opens, his eyes go wide, and he immediately looks as if he’s attempting to say something, but he can’t seem to spit it out. His teeth are chattering so forcefully he can’t speak, and the wind has whipped the wet strands of hair into his mouth.

He is so stupid. I immediately can’t help but think that I love him. I am definitely morosexual.

I blink dazedly at him for a moment, before grabbing his elbows and hastily pulling him inside.

“I’m s-sorry,” he sobs as I grab a blanket off the bed and hastily wrap it around his shoulders. I can’t tell if he’s shaking from crying or the cold, can’t tell if the wetness on his face is from his tears or the rain. “I’m so sorry.”

“Felix, it’s fine. Come here, you’re going to get hypothermia.”

I grab a towel from the bathroom and begin using it to dry his hair. He shakes his head as he pushes it away, sending droplets of water flying. “No! Listen, please, I am sorry, I am. I wish to explain myself. You deserve that much, at least.”

I sigh, then stand back and nod. I sit down on the edge of the bed. The mattress groans, as do I. “Fine.”

Felix pauses as if he didn’t expect that answer.

Then he picks at the frayed strings of the blanket around him. He shivers as he tugs it tighter around his shoulders. He licks his lips. “I wasn’t in a good place when we met.”

I nod. It was obvious then, and it’s even more so now. “I know.”

“It wasn’t healthy. I know that it wasn’t, but-” he cuts off as the thunder outside rumbles, lightning illuminating the haunted look in his eyes. “I loved Rime. More than that, I obsessed over him.”

That much I had guessed, but the confirmation does still twist my stomach.

“I was still in love with him when we met. Desperately so. I clung to the very idea of him for years. Rime adored how I idolized him, he encouraged it-“ he looks out the window as if lost in thought, then sighs. “It wasn’t you. I would’ve compared anyone to him. I did.”

Felix sniffs, then delicately kneels at my feet. “I am so sorry. I promise I didn’t truly think those things, my dear. I just felt so guilty, every time I felt anything for you. I had made myself think that he was perfect, that I could enforce my love for him through some strange sort of self-discipline.” He cringes, as if he knows how awful that sounds. “It seemed reasonable. I owed him my life.”

Apparently having said what he needed, Felix goes quiet. His eyes are red-rimmed, dark circles underneath, as if he’s been crying instead of sleeping ever since I left him.

“You are so incredibly lovely,” he whispers, choking. “I could see it even then. I was scared of what it would do to me to admit it.”

I swallow. I’m honestly not sure whether to believe him, but the look in his eyes is so earnest. Felix is many things, but he’s not one to hide his feelings, nor is he a good actor. I know deep down that he’s not faking his love for me, despite how my heart convinced me otherwise.

“If- If you’re still angry with me, I understand,” Felix stammers, though the tears in his eyes make it seem like that isn’t true. “M-maybe I should leave-“

The rain pounds harder against the windows. The wind whistles through the surrounding cracks. I grab his wrist.

“Come here, my sweet.”

Felix’s eyes widen at my use of my pet name for him, a timid look of disbelief in his eyes as he takes my hand and allows me to pull him onto the bed. I lie down on my back and guide to lay against my chest.

“I forgive you.” I almost can’t believe the words myself, but I know that it’s the only option I could ever consider. I love him. It’s a simple as it is complex.

“You needn’t-“

“I do. It wasn’t right of you to say those things, but it was also unfair of me to get so angry with you over something you wrote a long time ago. I know your old relationship really took a toll on you. Besides, I said some awful things to you too, Felix,” I continue, reaching up to brush his bangs back from his forehead. He trembles, leaning slightly into my touch. “You don’t deserve to be alone. I wanted to hurt you like you hurt me, and I shouldn’t have. Okay?” I wait until he finally nods to continue. “And I’m sorry for going through your things. I betrayed your trust, and you were right to be upset.”

Felix goes a little slack-jawed before he finally breathes out, “O-of course I forgive you.”

“I’m glad, because I don’t think I could live without you.”

He stares at me for a moment longer before he lurches forward and kisses me, desperate and wanting, full to the brim with both apology and forgiveness. It tastes if the salt of his tears and the cold rainwater that runs over his cheeks. He’s shaking the whole time, and I tug him tighter to my chest. I can feel his heart racing through the fabric of our clothes.

“I love you, sweet.”

“I love you too,” Felix hiccups, “so much.”

We spend a bit longer like that, tangled up in the bedsheets with Felix soaking through both our clothes. Eventually, I pull back.

“Did you really wait until it was storming to show up and apologize?”

A sheepish laugh as he flushes. “I had t-thought it would be romantic. Like in my novels. I didn’t realize it was pouring quite so hard.”

His cheeks are a flaming red and he looks away like he expects me to be upset. I sigh to hide my fond smile. All I can do is kiss him again.

“I’ve brought you something,” Felix murmurs, his lips so close to mine that they brush, his eyelashes wet against my cheeks. He reaches back and takes the leather notebook, the stupid source of all our fighting, out of his coat pocket. It’s surprisingly dry.

I can’t help but want to smack that stupid book out of his hand. “Felix, why would you do that?”

He rolls his eyes, then gets up and stands off to the side of the bed. The room lights up green as his entire hand, the journal with it, are suddenly engulfed in flames, until nothing but ashes sift through his fingertips, drifting down to settle against the wooden floor.

“You’re my future.”

He’s so dramatic. I love him to pieces.

I grab his waist and all but tackle him back onto the bed, delighting in his surprised squeak.

“Stop!” Felix yelps as he falls back against the mattress, only to be assaulted by my cuddles, “I’m positively soaked; I’ll drench the sheets.”

I can’t really say that I care. We have a lot of making up to do; I’m not spending a second without him by my side for the rest of the night. Felix grumbles a final complaint and then sighs. He wraps his arms around me and presses his cheek into my chest, and I can’t help but think he feels the same.

“I didn’t enjoy that,” he mumbles, turning his face into me to hide his expression. “Being apart from you, it- hurt. I missed you.”

“I missed you too, baby.” I’m just realizing how much. His scent and the feel of his hair against my skin, his voice. He’s invaded my senses once more, and it feels like coming back to life.

He turns to look up at me. His cheeks are rosy and his hair mussed, droplets of water clinging to his eyelashes and temples. God, he’s so adorable- I don’t know how I could ever stand to be angry with him. “I don’t want to be at odds with you anymore. I love you too much.”

I boop his perfect nose. “Deal.”

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[burnedbyshoto]

seven

Rich and powerful men can marry seven different women in a wild attempt to produce the perfect heir. Todoroki Enji is one of these powerful men, and you’re his seventh bride.

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pairing: todoroki enji (endeavor) x fem!reader

warnings: edo period!endeavor (king henry viii inspo), forced marriage, alcohol consumption, 18+, smut, non-con, dub-con, size difference, breeding kink, rough-sex, pain, degradation, & mind break

word count: 5,750

a/n: fuck that family who started the fire in socal. my campus is literally raining ashes up in oregon. im so tired. two exams monday. im going to be going on meds for anxiety and adhd soon, so thats new. uh,,, this is like LOL its a bit bad,,, but I really, really lust over asshole enji who only wants to breed bitches and thats it. this is for the bnharem fantasy au collab, i wan’t that creative sorry see ya later skaters.

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One.

Fate: Spared.

Two.

Fate: Executed.

Three.

Fate: Died during childbirth.

Four.

Fate: Spared.

Five.

Fate: Executed.

Six.

Fate: Executed.

Seven.

Fate: Unknown.

Silks and expensive cloth held a scent that was irreplicable.

The smooth smell of the layers upon layers of fabric wrapped around your body did nothing to quench the building layer of ice in your stomach.

You were scared.

Rightfully so.

Six women came before you, and if you wanted to live, you would have to do better than them.

Marrying the Todoroki Clan head was something that most women could only dream of accomplishing in this day and age. The Todoroki’s, after all, are strong, rich, powerful, undefeated. They held the real power in this age, more influential and notable than the emperor that repeatedly begged the family for support, be it in power, strength, or money.

But, it was also known knowledge that the man who sat at the head of the clan, who held the power of the Todoroki name and future, was a man not to be trifled with.

Todoroki Enji was an endeavor of a man.

There had always been whispers about the head of the family, how he stood eight feet tall, and how his body was not lean like most warriors, but thick and savagely sturdy. His hair was red, blessed by the sun some claimed, or cursed by the devil others alleged. His temper and barbaric nature on the battlefield were, of course, rumored by the people on your lands, who had been indebted by the Todoroki Clan because of their protection and profits. 

Todoroki Enji was not a man to be trifled with.

Especially not if the rumors were true.

He was painted as a demon by everyone. Still, Enji was no demon, he was human, and if he was to allow the Todoroki Clan's legacy to continue, he needed an heir… but since he was human, he was aging.

Six women.

You knew that it was six women because you had been alive to experience five of them.

You remember the newly married couple being paraded through the streets.

Todoroki Enji remained hidden within his vehicle's confines while his new wife, doe-eyed, smiling, effervescent, would greet the gathered crowds. You often wondered what they thought when you would conjure in respect for the man who ensured your childhood and adolescence were not corrupted by thieves and horror.

You wondered what she thought when promising the village elders that she would produce a strong, male heir. You raised an eyebrow at the thought that maybe, just maybe they believed that they would be different -- be able to birth a strong, capable male heir.

Six wives.

Twenty children.

Two weak, sickly boys.

A whole clan of girls.

Were they idiotic, blind, or batshit insane to ever believe that they would be different?

You undoubtedly didn’t know.

Three of the six had been executed.

Three of six had been proud to state they would produce a strong male Todoroki heir, noting that his two sons -- Touya and Natsuo -- would be removed from the family as soon as their strong son was born. 

One of those three birthed a weak, sickly baby boy. She passed in childbirth and took him with her one day after.

Another of those three birthed four girls, two sets of twins because, of course, they were given two chances. She was executed on treason.

The final of those three had simply pissed him off; rumor had it. Her pussy was too tight, unwilling to sheath the thick massive cock that belonged to him… no point in breaking something that wouldn’t bend when there was more pussy out there (you remember she had been ugly too).

But what you didn’t expect was for his clan members to come through your village's streets with an announcement in hand.

Of the six women before you, three had held significant political power -- the three that survived.

Of the remaining three, there was a poet, the other a woman soldier of his, and the last being a clan member.

You had never known what the decision process was, not even a little bit, so when men dressed in dark robes with the Todoroki sigil and katana’s strapped to their sides infiltrated your village, you were on edge.

“All women who are fertile and beautiful, line up, and no, we don’t care if you’re married,” was the short, almost taunting order, and you had never felt sicker.

You were among the seventy females in your village that matched the requirement they demanded. 

Your sight was almost glued to the floor as they walked through you all, your fists grabbing your light blue kimono as the men groped the women in line, teasing the breasts of the pregnant women, rutting their poorly concealed cocks through the valley of asses, shoving between some girls thighs with loopy, proud smiles on their faces, beating any man who attempted to protect any one of their honors. 

But you were towards the end of the line, standing where they decided to save for last, and you were helpless to it all. You watched knowing that of the sixty-something women ahead of you, none of them remained. 

The whimpers, cries, and whines grew louder by your ear, your spine rigid and sore with its tightness as the girl beside you dropped to the floor in her fear. You couldn’t bother looking at her as the parting of their robes seemed to be akin to gunpowder going off in your ears. The horrified squeal on her tongue being silenced when a cock slammed through her lips, the tears pouring down her face useless, if anything, only encouraging their roughhousing. 

Your lip curled at the sound of her pathetic whining, the incessant need of her to tell them that she was not okay with this was nails on an iron plate. It annoyed you, it pissed you off.

“Look at this one,” the snickering laughter of a man breathed by your ear, instantly stilling and freezing the anger that was once radiating like fire from your chest. “She doesn’t look ashamed… she looks like she’s jealous. Maybe these common bitches do have someone good enough for Boss.”

Spluttering gasps and hiccuping cries came from the ground, and you couldn’t even bother glancing at the woman you had known all your life laying on the floor, kimono ripped open, and white, sticky cum dripping from her mouth.

“Well, there’s nothing like taking her out for a test run,” came a sleazy smile, and when two hands gripped at your clothed breasts, you didn’t so much as raise a brow at their perverted actions.

You had won in the end against them. Each perverted, twisted intention they placed against you, dirt crusted fingernails digging into your arms, purpling, throbbing cocks pressed into your backside… it hadn’t mattered.

You didn’t budge.

You didn’t cry.

You didn’t make a noise.

A simple smirk remaining on their faces at your inevitable victory against the other women in your village -- against the crying, cum stuffed women who stared at your victorious and stubborn form without a clue on how you managed.

And where did that land you?

In a room with only one window too high up for an average person to reach, white silks and fabrics adorning your body, and ceremonial ornaments in your hair.

Six women came before you, but today, you would become the seventh.

With you, there would be seven women to have wed Todoroki Enji, but you weren’t scared because you feared the fate of the six before you. No, you were much better than them; you already knew that for a fact.

The anxiety that coursed through your veins created that ice pit in your stomach came from one place and one place only.

Your cunt already sobbed at the thought of even attempting at taking his thick, veiny cock you knew was the size of your thigh later tonight.

A virgin like you had no chance of survival.

The doors to your room soon slammed open, and your back stiffened at the sight of a familiar face of an escort you had. His eyes didn’t meet yours; they were focused at the wall, his face tense and tight.

“It’s best we leave now, y/l/n, Todoroki-sama doesn’t like waiting.”

The weight of the white silk on your body felt like a brick when you stood up from your position, and you wondered if the sweat from your pits and palms would damage the kimono -- if it was noticeable. But you had a duty, and as number seven, you had no motive to be executed before even getting the chance to prove yourself.

You knew how wishes worked; the secret was in being silent about your desire… never reveal what your wish was, or the world wouldn’t grant it.

Or at least, that’s what you told yourself every time you heard the all too familiar words of: “I’ll produce a fine Todoroki heir,” through the lips of the dead and the divorced. They had spoken it to the universe, acknowledged what they needed, and the cruel world failed them each and every time.

You were so wrapped up in your thoughts, so consumed by the idea of what would happen tonight, you hardly realized that with the heaving puffing breathes you took to keep up with the man’s ridiculous strides, that you had made it to the shrine that you had been brought to wed.

But you couldn’t even take in the beauty of the shrine to your left because you were more interested in who was standing in the pathway towards the shrine.

Todoroki Enji.

He stood on the stone-paved path, his bulky, beefy arms folded across his chest, the fabric of his kimono taut and tight against his flexed muscle, and a sour frown on his face. It was as the rumors had spoken, you realized when you stopped mere strides away from your future husband, he was a man that looked both godly and cursed.

Bright red hair glistened like copper pans under the sunlight, waving and flickering like a raging fire with every small burst of wind. He stood at almost eight feet high, maybe eight feet, you had no idea. All you knew is that as your feet stumbled when getting near to this man, you were dwarfed, feeling like a child next to their father as you gazed up at his unmoving, scarred face. His eyes didn’t look down at you, but even you could see the clear, sharp blue in them, and for the first time, you questioned reality.

Was this man truly human? Was he genuinely Japanese?

Seeing him before you made your knees buckle in fear, arousal, and anticipation.

You wanted to see what had made the sixth scream to stop.

You wanted to see just what he was hiding behind the ridiculously tight fitted kimono, but your thoughts were yanked away when his hand -- no doubt bigger than your head -- pressed to space between your shoulder blades and pushed you.

“We’re on a tight schedule,” he merely growled, his eyes burning at something a million miles away, and with a small, pitiful whimper, you allowed him to lead the way.

The wedding ceremony was… odd, to say the least.

While you had never been married, you had attended a few weddings within your lifetime already, and never once had it felt so disturbing dead and raw as it had today. This Shinto ceremony, typically doused with symbolism and motifs for the greatest possible outcome for the union between you and Todoroki Enji, was stripped from the shrine walls, leaving the walls barren and cold as both he and the priest proceeded through the ceremony at breakneck speed.

It wasn’t something Enji wanted; you realized that clearly the moment he refused to meet your gaze; his blue eyes remaining on the priest.

Everything the both of you performed together was done haphazardly, the lack of symbols you had always wished to see in your wedding ceremony forgotten, undoubtedly seen as a farce by a man like Todoroki Enji, but still, your heart ached.

You hadn’t noticed when the ceremony had ended; Enji never once allowing you to move, or do anything for that matter, by yourself. There was no use in fighting against a man who’s entire hand fit around your forearm, his thumb even resting against his fingernail -- oh yes, this man was huge.

There was no telling when he paraded you through the streets of his territory, allowing you to numbly speak to the village elders, to allow your parents to press their sweaty palms to your cheeks because god, please, please survive this, their touch practically sobbed. You smiled at them, eyes numb with the reality of what this was going to be for you, but the cheerful tone on your tongue remained optimistic and bright with every passing word. 

The scornful thoughts of the sixth woman being too weak to handle Enji had dissipated, and you wondered just what the other five did to survive what you knew was a massive fucking cock hidden beneath the shrowds of his black kimono.

You would survive, you would survive, you would survive.

But far before you were ready to, you arrived back at the Todoroki front, the wooden estate standing sturdy and strong, the air of power and aura almost tangible. The samurai and clansmen who had undoubtedly awaited for you and your now-husband (that was still odd to think about) to return. Pairs of warm, weathered hands helped you from the carriage, and without so much of a whisper of thanks, they escorted you away, heads bowed at the mercy of their leader.

Once more, you were abandoned in your room.

The window no longer allowed the streaming setting sunlight in, your room was in the eastern part of the estate, and with the nighttime coming, the setting sun was merely a memory to you.

And in that room, the tiny, unspacious room that seemed much more for a prisoner than the seventh wife of Todoroki Enji, you tried not to cry.

The door slamming open hours after you had fallen asleep had taken you by surprise.

Enji had left you to your own entertainment, and long after you were served dinner, and informed that no, Todoroki-sama would not be visiting you right now because he was busy, you had sat on the bed in your silks and robes, numbly looking at the star-filled sky. Sleep was the only thing you could do, and with the last servant visit being past midnight, you took to sleep.

Except that you forgot a sparing, important detail.

This was Todoroki Enji’s world, and you were merely his legal fuckhole.

The heavy footsteps of Enji entering the room echoed in your ear, and the door closed behind him, solidifying the end of the beginning of what you once knew. 

“Seven,” he growled into the night, and your spine snapped straight.

He loomed above you, the tatami mat suddenly feeling like a brick wall against your side, and you swallowed pathetically at the way his deep, raspy voice sent shivers down your spine.

This had been the first time you had heard him speak, all other forms of communication between him and the priest and he and his clan members had been nonverbal, solely told through those piercing blue eyes that only let you dream of what he sounded like -- of what he was demanding. But you lay confused, your eyebrows scrunched at just why he had called out the number seven?

Seven what?

You twisted where you lay, your eyes meeting his own, and despite the lack of light in the room, you could see the cold, distant glint in his eyes.

“Oh good,” he mocked, his voice low and dangerous, eyes squinted in his apparent lack of approval. “You can hear.”

“S-Seven what?” you stammer, your elbow pressing into the mat, pushing you up so that you could look at your husband, uncertainty and discomfort scorching every nerve in your body. 

You didn’t know what to do.

Then, it hit you. The bitter, numbing smell of alcohol coated in a fine layer around his skin, the small puffs of angry air from his mouth letting you know that your husband was inebriated, and your throat clenched when he began to dismantle his kimono.

“T-This isn’t a good idea!” you stammer, the white silk robes you were still dressed in because they refused to allow you a set of sleeping clothes because the marriage needed to be consummated, felt stiff and not protective enough. “You won’t produce a proper heir if you’re intoxicated.”

Enji raised an eyebrow at you, and your thudding heart failed to cease as his robes hit the floor with an unceremonious thud. 

Whiskey dick wasn’t something foreign to you; the countless men you had sucked off in your time, the numerous sex stories you had been shared with always had some instance of a man getting drunk and being able to get their cock hard, but this…?

If this was Enji’s whiskey dick, you weren’t sure what to expect of his sober cock.

His cock was already hard, the veins in his cock large, plentiful, and bulging in many areas. It was thick, without a doubt thick enough where it would take both your hands to circle around his cock, and it was long, the swollen weeping tip leaking against his abdomen. His cock was magnificent yet deadly, and your pussy spasmed in fear of having that monster all twelve plus inches shoved into your virgin cunt.

“The fuck are you doing, seven?” Enji snarled, his powerful naked legs moving toward you, his feet pressing into the mat, and his hand reaching out to you. “I didn’t marry you for you to just stare at my fucking cock like some piss-shit baby.”

There was no time to panic, protest, or even prepare yourself for the sudden sharp, dull ache in your jaw when he pressed his monster cock past your chapped, chewed lips. 

Immediately, it was overwhelming.

The engorging cock had barely passed your lips, but you were already gagging against the unwelcomed size, the horrid ache sending spilling tears down your cheeks, doing nothing but annoying the man before you. His hands gripped your hair, his eyes not even bothering to look at you as he fucked your mouth.

“Stop fucking resisting,” Enji snarled, his hips coming to meet your mouth in a vicious, unpleasant snap, the head of his cock pressing down your clenched throat, and so much of his cock still remaining far from your mouth. “Take my cock like the fucking whore I know you are, seven.”

You gasp for air, but with his cock ramming further and further down your throat, the scalding heat emitting from his skin burning your throat, making you gag and choke around him in your fear. You couldn’t breathe, you realized in a panic, and your eyes widened in fear, drool and spit spilling down your chin pathetically as Enji hums contently.

“Don’t feel so scared, seven,” Enji cruelly smirked up at the ceiling, his hips lazily, sloppily, yet powerfully delivering his cock into your bulging throat. “I heard what you did to my men, how you let them fuck you however they saw fit, how you scoffed and scowled at the other pathetic weak bitches who couldn’t handle a little groping… I thought you would like this? What is it? Never had a real fucking cock before? A little whore like yourself only gotten shitty little cocks?”

Wordlessly, you begged to be shown mercy, your vision blackening as he choked out all forms of oxygen, his war weathered body unbothered by your clawing fingers on his thighs. No, you were too weak for it to hurt him.

His hands left your hair, and you collapsed back onto the bed, gasping for air, choking, and coughing for oxygen that only burned all through your system, sitting unpleasantly in your lungs while tears and saliva mixed on your throat.

“Where the fuck are do you think you’re going, seven?” Enji barked, his body suddenly looming over yours, and you felt trapped, unable to move as the mountain of a man trapped you between his sturdy arms and legs. His cock, warm and sticky with your spit and his precum, sat heavily on your stomach, the size difference between the two of you even more pronounced when the tip of his cock rested at the bottom of your ribcage. “All you did was lube up my cock for your stupid, tight pussy. Don’t think I was satisfied with that childish blowjob -- next time, if you want to cry, make sure it’s loud enough that I feel it against my cock.”

You pathetically moan at his words, the tears still falling from your eyes because your throat and jaw hurt. It hurt, it hurt, it hurt.

“Please,” you gasped as his cinder hot hands pressed to your breasts against your kimono, he quickly enveloped your tender flesh in his hands despite the fabric. “Please, no more.”

“I don’t remember this marriage being about you,” he mocked, and with no more of a glinting snarl of his mouth, he tore the kimono straight off your body. The horrified scream that left your lips was silenced by the echoing slap across your face.

Pain blistered at the side of your face, and the resulting tears couldn’t be felt against your numbed skin as Enji continued his conquest, his fingers pulling and ripping any and all fabric pressed against your body.

“Get away!” you weakly whimpered, body trembling and twisting as you attempted to escape the man looming above you, finally ridding you of all dresses, hands pressing to the back of your thighs to push you into a position that he liked. “Leave me alone, leave me alone…”

There was no fire in your words, nothing but the aching fear and undeniable terror.

But the words did nothing to Enji, who continued to move you so that your tight, virgin cunt lined up with his throbbing, red cockhead. Even like this, your face was pressed into his chest. His body unworldly larger than yours, incredibly goliath compared to you.

“You know, seven, if you keep trying to escape me and you keep trying to save yourself, then why are you so fucking wet with everything I’ve done?” he growls down at you, his piercing blue eyes staring straight through you, the tears falling down your face doing nothing but encouraging him because he was right… your cunt, just like his cock, was wet, dripping with the undeniable pleasure of this all. There was a fire, a shameful fire, in your pussy, throbbing in time with the stinging pulse in your face that begged for Enji’s cock despite it all. “You fucking tiny little slut… I can feel just how my actions -- how my words -- affect you, getting you off like a bitch in heat! Your efforts to hide it are pathetic, fucking useless.”

Pain.

If you thought you knew what pain was before right now, you had to be wrong. 

Enji’s girth was overwhelming, nearly splitting your shuddering tight walls while he buried his cock entirely within you. Nausea builds in the back of your throat, a soundless shriek breaking past your bleeding lips, your hips bucking in their relentless attempt to adjust to the way that he was splitting your walls in two, and your face flushed in pain and lust press into his chest, the only part of him you could touch. 

Fuck, fuck, “fuck!” you cried, fat and painful tears pushing past your eyes, dripping down the apples of your cheeks while Enji sighed at the feeling of your hot cunt against his cock, blood seeping out of your pussy in such a pretty way he couldn’t help but smile.

“You’ve got a really tight cunt,” he observes, his hips slamming against you without warning, his mind only caring about him, setting off another round of painful screams while he situates within you. “Mhm, this is nice. A tight, young pussy always means a good womb, you’ll give me the heir I need… I’ll make sure to fuck you full of my cum.”

His hips then begin to thrust upward into you, the tip of his cock unable to reach the beginnings of your walls that he seemed to attempt to get to with each powerful blow. But it was his girth that had your body tensed, back arched in pain, eyes clenched in nothing but pain.

Pain.

Pain.

Pain.

“Hey.” SLAP. Your head snapped to the side, a burning, stinging pain on your cheek, alerting you that your eyes were closed. Your piqued breathing spluttered and so spaced between it was as if you were having some sort of asthma attack. Enji looked down at you, blue eyes burning demonly down at you (you wondered if this was the same look those who survived to see him on the battlefield claimed he had), his lips curled into an unapproving snarl while his hands pushed at the bottom of your knees. You pressed further into the tatami, the angle of penetration only furthering with your desperate screams to be gentler. “Shut the hell up, you’re annoying me with all this fucking screaming. Don’t waste my time.”

You whimper loudly, the feeling of his forcibly moving hips not becoming any easier on you, no longer a wave of intensive horrifying pain, but still a throbbing pain than had your fingernails cutting into his skin. “You have to be gentler! Be gentler, please be gentler! You’re so much bigger than me!!! My pussy can’t… my pussy can’t handle this!”

The fabric of the kimono under your body seared with heat when Enji shoved you further onto the mat, your legs twitching almost pathetically around his waist while your sight nearly blackened with his next action. He slammed your knees into the mat, increasing the angle of his penetration by a tenfold, sending you into another round of howling pain and pleasure as his cock slammed into your cervix -- bruising and scalding your puffy, sensitive walls with every powerful thrust. With his drilling hips and snarling speed, your screams and shouts of pain and pleasure and fear were cut off by an enormous fist around your neck, and his voice echoed from above you.

“Didn’t your dad teach you fucking whore to be quiet, seven?” Enji hisses, his thick hand clenching around your neck. Oxygen refused to flow to your lung, you went light-headed and limp, choking noises emitting from you while he continued to slam his cock in you, your clenching and splitting walls unable to keep up with the speed of the esteemed nobleman of Japan. “You’re my breeding whore, do you understand? You have no value to me except to be breed, to be full of my cum, to carry my child. You are nothing more than an object. Do. You. understand?”

Your head throbbed, the blood forcibly kept in your head, and the lack of oxygen made your world spin. 

“Y-Yes!” you choke on your tongue.

“Repeat it!”

“I’m your breeding whore! Fill me with your cum, I wanna… fuck, I w-wanna carry your children! I’m your object, I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours!”

“There we go,” Enji sighs contently, his broad chest pressing your thighs further into the bed, cutting off what limited oxygen you had left, and increasing the jabbing pleasure within you by a tenfold.

“Shit, such a filthy fucking cunt you have,” he groans, your walls spasming against him with his wild, obscene thrusts. He moves his hands further up your legs so that they press against your knees, your legs then wrap around his body, shaking as he makes no effort to slow in his advances, your finger drawing blood from where they raked down his back because he was burning an outline of your body into the mat. Your strangled scream goes unnoticed by Enji, a desperate plea for him to be softer.

But he wasn’t someone who cared.

You were only here to be bred, to give him a son, the strongest son the entire country of Japan -- nay, the world -- has ever seen.

Pathetically, your hips attempt to rise up to meet him, a prayer that it would ease this brutal force he was using. It was too much -- his cock easily overpowering your throbbing cunt.

The sounds of his cock slamming into your sopping pussy created loud wet noises that made you cry in embarrassment. Your face felt like it was seconds from popping out, Enji’s weight crushing you on top of the abhorrent position he was fucking you in, but he found it as an excuse to speed up. His rugged grunts are warnings in your ears as his cock finally hits your cervix with consistency that makes you wail. The stretch he gave you was boggling, and you were progressively less cognitive aware as he drilled in harder. His slams were so hard that the sound of his thighs hitting your ass let out a continuous and loud slap.

His fingers gouge into your skin, and you cry his name like a hopeful prayer as he is fueled by your appraisal, your breath hot and sticky between the valley of his chest. Your tongue pressing against his skin akin to some infant looking to suck their mothers tit.

The force in which Enji slammed his hips to meet yours. Above your ear, the growling pants that mocked you for enjoying this demeaned you for thinking you were anything more than his breeding whore sent a liquid fire that could never match the heat of a conflagration to your core. When your head smashed against the mat because you could no longer keep your head up. 

“That’s fucking right,” he laughs, drool pouring past your lips with your mindless babble, your eyes fluttering closed. Pleasure drowned in pain sobs expelled from your lips, invigorating something powerful within the entire family who watches on with impatient stares at the sight of your squeezing cunt around Eniji’s cock. “Take my fucking cock, bitch, don’t fucking pass out yet, we’re far from over.”

Enji was raw power, destruction, and strength. He pistoled into your sobbing core with the intent of getting his sperm into your cunt, to get his sperm that would get him a son into you, other than that, he was uncaring, unmotivated by your pathetic whining and crying. Your thrashing and wailing do not stop Enji, nor do they lessen the pace and the force he’s settled in as the floor begins to creak with every powerful thrust.

“I needa — holy shit, r-right there! M-More, more, more, more--”

“What? Do you need to come already, seven?” Enji mocks you pushing up off you so his back is curved, and your body so small underneath him. “Do you really think I’ll let you cum before me?”

Your eyes can no longer stay open as the only noises leaving your mouth are whines and begs for more. You forcibly clench around him to stir a reaction from him, but all he does is snarl quietly as he continues his rutting force. The pounding is rhythmic. His balls bruising your ass where he hits you. The feeling of Enji’s cock entering and leaving you draws your eyes to the back of your head as you pathetically whimper his name, his thighs hitting your ass at bruising force, only adding to your pleasure. 

Each powerful snap of his hips sending your back arching to the heavens, the balls of your feet digging bruisingly into his back. In and out he goes, your cunt nothing more than a cocksleeve for him, and your wanton screams and mewls taking him further and further.

Enji all but laughs into your ear, his hand moving from pressing onto the tatami mat and pushing into your opened mouth, pressing onto your tongue. “Suck my fingers like a good whore, show me that you’re not gonna disappoint me. Suck my fingers.” you sob in the thought, not because you’re fearful of disappointing the man, but because the feeling of his fingers in your mouth makes your cunt throb ludicrously, your tongue desperately wrapping around the appendages, pushing through the space of his fingers. “I’m going to fill you up so good, breeding whore. You’ll be leaking my cum for days. I’m going to make sure you carry the Todoroki gene, and I hope that it’s my son you carry.”

The words incite clenching heat in your core, your lips unable to form anything but a weak, pitiful moan because the thought of being filled to the max with Todoroki cum makes your mind spin. More, you want to milk them all dry. You want nothing more than that. With a ragged breath, a consecutive full thrust that sends his cock slamming against your cervix, Enji cums fully within you. His load is long and heavy, your belly feeling like it’s bulging when he finally emerges from your cunt. His once hard cock limping in his hands while you lay there defeated, his and your intermixed cum spilling from your pulsing cunt. 

Your mouth opened, sobbing at his absence, a need for him to return despite your core's undeniable tremor and ache. He’s off your body as well, and oxygen floods your lungs in dizzying and shallow pants, your vision fuzzies out, and you stare almost brokenly at the window painted with the rising morning sun.

Your room was in the east wing, after all.

You didn’t even protest when he pressed a smooth wooden plug into your cunt to “ensure you were bred to succession.”

He would soon leave your room, stumbling out with a drunken hiccup, leaving you to lay on a once white kimono… a once white kimono drenched in cum, blood, sweat, and tears.

You wouldn’t know until two weeks later, but Todoroki Enji had succeeded in breeding you, and you would eventually lay in a birthing room with blood and sweat and tears soaking your skin as a silent baby boy was placed in your arms.

“And what will his name be?” the midwife asked, her eyes wide with joy for you and Enji.

“...Shouto.”

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[2jaehs]

ETHICS  l  QIAN KUN

genre: smut, daddy!

warning: Dilf!Kun, profressor!Kun, Student!Reader, semi-public, semi-cheating, cursing, alcohol

word count: 5,6k

Your new ethics professor may not be as good as the subject he is teaching.

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It was a chilly evening and your parents were hosting a couple of friends from work for dinner. Your mother, a professor at your university, was always ready to break in a new lecturer especially if it meant it would benefit you in any way.

The professor who was invited was soon to be your new ethics lecturer for the second semester,  all you knew of him was that he too had a kid at the university and your mother was hoping you’d get along with them.

“Did you find out who’s Mr Qian’s kid yet?” Your mother sipped her tea as she hovered over your desk, scrunching her nose at your Facebook page.

“No mom, you know people my age don’t use Facebook” you groaned and clicked the university page to find the tagged alumni. After a few clicks you noticed the new lecturer had been added and with another click you were on his Facebook page.

“God he is handsome isn’t he ?” Your mom marveled and you shook your head, “you have a husband you know” Your mom let out a laugh and playfully slapped you on your shoulder, “I’m not like that, plus the man teaches ethics he’d be horrified if I was trying anything.”

You shrugged and scanned the professors page until you noticed a post with a familiar looking boy. The two of them stood next to a brand new car and the caption read ‘congrats on the new wheels son.’

“This is.....Minghao, he’s a year below me” you pressed your lips together and looked up at your mother, “he’s pretty chilled I’m sure it will go fine.”

Your mother let out a sigh of relief and patted your back, “okay good so you’ll be able to keep him company tonight then, Hey maybe Mr Qian will give you special treatment after tonight.”

You wished your mom knew how accurate her guess was in the weeks to come.

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You slipped into a comfortable long floral dress and did a light make up look before creeping out of your bedroom to greet your mother’s guests.

“Ah there’s my princess” your dad bellowed to the guests who looked up at you as you made your way downstairs, already wishing you could hide away from your dad’s embarrassing words.

“Hi I’m y/n” you greeted, shaking everyone’s hands. There was a woman in her late 40s and Minghao the boy you had seen around your department from time to time.

“My dads just getting the wine from our cab” Minghao scratched the back of his head nervously as he took a seat across from his mother at the dinner table.

You slipped into the seat next to him, your mother mouthing a thank you for your bare minimum efforts and placed the last cooked dish on the table in front of you.

“I almost thought you were drinking all of that on your own” your dad chuckled as a man shimmied through the door holding two bottles of wine. You felt your heartbeat race when he came into full view, possibly the most handsome man you had ever laid your eyes on. Mr Qian had a wide friendly smile spread across his face as he sat the wine down on the kitchen counter and removed his coat, revealing his extremely toned arms stretching the fabric of his white buttoned shirt.

“Oh you must be y/n” he ran his fingers through his hair and took a seat at the head of the table, in between you and his wife.

“Eh yeah it’s nice to meet you Mr Qian” you smiled politely, trying to keep your eyes off his pouty lips.

You couldn’t believe you were checking out your lecturer right now, in the presence of his wife and son for fucksakes. But he was so unbelievably gorgeous, the way his ash blonde hair was styled framed his face perfectly, and his soft eyes bore into yours as he spoke.

“Please call me Kun” he chuckled sweetly, “unless I’m teaching you then we can switch back to the formalities.”

You nodded and he shot you another friendly smile before your dad began pouring everyone a glass of wine.

You and Minghao zoned out as your mother began talking about the university and let Kun know the basics, from campus etiquette to where he can buy the best coffee.

“Well I’m looking forward to everything” Kun raised his glass to your mother and downed the last bit of it.

“Y/n darling sort the dishes out will you ? We’re going to head to the patio for more drinks” your mother called. All you wanted to do was return to your room, but after letting out a groan you did as you were told.

You scrubbed the dishes as you noticed Minghao was entertaining himself with a game on his phone in the living room. He wasn’t much of a talker and you were grateful for that, you really weren’t in the mood to be sociable with a stranger.

“Sorry to disturb but where is the wine opener ?”

You jumped at the sudden voice and the next thing you knew the leftover suds from your gloves were on Kun’s shirt.

“Shit- I mean sorry I’m sorry” you tore off your gloves and grabbed a paper towel ready to clean up your mess.

“It’s okay y/n” he chuckled and took hold of your wrist as you looked up at him, “it’s just a little water.”

Kun smiled down at you sweetly but you noticed a hint of curiosity in his eyes as you stood still under his touch, not bothered to move under the sudden contact.

“A-are you sure it’s okay?” You asked in a small voice still looking up at him and unconsciously bit down on your lip as your eyes drifted to his plump ones for the 4th time that night.

Kun cocked his head to the side, slowly let go of your wrist, and  wet his bottom lip with his tongue before taking a step back,

“Can I have that wine opener y/n ?” He asked in a low tone.

“Oh right” you pulled open a drawer and retrieved the item, handing it to Kun who grazed his fingers against yours as he received it.

“Thank you.”

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You were in your bedroom reliving that moment over and over again. You were not delusional right ? There definitely was a little tension between you and Mr Qian and you had no idea why.

Did he sense that you were attracted to him ? He probably thought you were awful for even making it known to him since he was married. He taught ethics for heaven's sake, he probably thought you were a horrible person.

Sighing, you turned on your stomach and listened to the voices coming from the patio downstairs. You heard your dad pretty clearly, he was loud but when drunk even louder.

“Y/n is a good student but her mind wanders a lot”

“It’s true, she’s just like her dad”

“Hey!”

You groaned at the sound of your parents yapping and hearing Kun and his wife laugh along only made things worse. How the hell were you going to get through a whole semester of ethics with Mr Qian when he’s already met your insane family ?

A few minutes had passed and you heard a knock on your door. Before you could respond your mother flung open your door and you noticed Mr Qian was lingering right behind her.

Great.

“Sweetheart do you mind giving Kun your notes and essays from last semester” she hiccuped as Kun chuckled softly at her antics.

“Mom I -“

“It’s okay” Kun raised his hands, “you can bring it to me on Monday”

“Nonsense you’re here right now” you mom silenced him, “oh I’ll also fetch the old schedule just so you have an idea of what it all looks like.”

Your mom disappeared down the hall to her study and you expected Mr Qian to follow her but instead he leaned against your doorframe and watched you.

“I didn’t save much...so”

“I thought you were a good student y/n” Kun teased, his dimple showing as he grinned.

You rummaged through your drawers, “I am a good student” you pulled out your old ethics file and got to your feet,

“Not all the time though.”

Kun raised his eyebrow at your words and received the file from you before checking the hallway for your tipsy mother.

“Oh I’ve noticed” he said lowly, his eyes looked around your bedroom then met your stare, “I just hope you will pay attention in my class Miss y/l/n”

“I’ll try my best sir” you responded, chewing on your bottom lip before your mother reappeared and dragged Kun back downstairs.

Kun turned back to get one last look at you. He was taken back that you were still staring at him, those barely innocent eyes enticed him and the way your lips were caught between your teeth made him-

“My daughter is ecstatic for the new semester. Please look after her,” your mother said, handing the last of her notes to Kun.

Kun nodded and thanked her before collecting his family and headed to their cab outside. He pondered on her words and looked over at his wife, “sweet family aren’t they ?”

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It was another chilly winter morning and you were making your way over to your 8am ethics lecture with your best friend Xiaojun. “Dami said the new ethics lecturer is hot as hell” Xiaojun sipped his coffee as you two turned into the corridor, avoiding the lingering students,

“He came to my house over the weekend, he's pretty handsome yeah” you said, feeling butterflies in your stomach just talking about him. Xiaojun was about to speak until the two of you heard a low voice from behind you,

“Good morning you two” Mr Qian greeted with a cheeky smile and slipped into the classroom with his briefcase and coffee.

“Shit do you think he heard me ? shit shit shit” you cursed under your breath as Xiaojun pulled you into the front row of seats. The classroom began filling up and almost every person who walked in did a double take at Kun, it could've been his newness or the fact that he was now the best looking professor in this department.

“Why are we sitting upfront ? this feels weird” you whispered to Xiaojun.

“I want him to think that we pay attention” Xiaojun nudged you as the two of you watched Mr Qian remove his blazer and fold up his dress shirt sleeves. Your breathing hitched as you monitored his veiny arms while he navigated his laptop, thinking back to when he had his hand around your wrist and looked down at you with his almond eyes.

“Hello everyone, I'm Professor Qian, you can refer to me as Mr Qian or...sir” his eyes dropped to you on the last word as if it were reserved just for you.

You couldn't concentrate at all on the lecture and it wasn't due to Xiaojun talking his head off. Every movement Kun made had you adjusting your seating position and every glance had you adjusting your hair or wetting your lips. Every damn second you had to remind yourself that he was married and you were his student, an ethics student. But you couldn't help but wonder if what you were feeling was being reciprocated. You concluded that he was either oblivious and naturally charming or he was toying with you. Either way you looked at it, you knew you were like putty in his hands.

“I hope everyone has a good day and don't forget tomorrow I’ll be doing a short quiz in order to check your process” Mr Qian smiled sweetly and took a seat at his desk, waving off the first student's to leave his room.

You gathered your books and began making your way out when Mr Qian cleared his throat, “y/n can I see you for a bit?” Xiaojun nudged you and winked which only made your face redder than it already was. Spinning on your heels you pressed your lips together and made your way over to his desk.

“Y-yes Mr Qian ?”

“Please take a seat” He smiled and waited until the last person exited the room and shut the door. You returned to your original seat and a nervous feeling overcame you when you realized you were now alone with him.

“I just wanted to return some of the notes you gave me” He began pacing in front of you with his hands stuffed into his pocket, “and I just wanted to check if you were paying attention today”

“I did, I mean I usually go over the slides again later” you bit down on your lip. The chirpy tone of your voice made you cringe, why did you want him to think so highly of you ? that you were a good girl, not slacking off.

Kun nodded and pressed his lips together before retrieving your notes from his desk and handed it to you. You swallowed hard when he leaned over you, his large hands pressing into the desk and a strand of his blonde hair fell out of place and curled over his eyebrow.

“It’s not because you think i'm handsome that you're so distracted now are you?”

A shiver went down your spine at the sound of his silky voice matching his daring eyes as if he was waiting for you to act on it. You looked up at him, he could see his reflection in your doe-like eyes and it made him unconsciously lick his lips.

“I uhm….I'm sorry” you battered your eyelashes at him, hoping he would keep this information to himself and not out your words to your mother.

“Im sorry...who?” his voice was stern. Something dark had overcome him and it excited you.

“Im sorry...sir”

You watched his eyes light up by your words and it was enough indication that you weren't being delusional about him. Kun took a step back and returned to his desk signaling the end of your conversation. You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip and grabbed your notes heading straight for the door.

What the hell were you getting yourself into?

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Most of the next three weeks Kun was pretty normal. He treated you just like every other student in the room and it made you feel a tad jealous. You waited for his glances or him asking you to stay after class but he completely ignored you. Maybe he came to his senses and felt guilty flirting with a student when he was married. That was until Friday came around and you were sitting in your mom’s office.

“One sign of pleasant weather actually got you wearing a skirt ?” Your mother teased as she bit into her salad.

“I've never worn it before and I think it looks cute” you pouted looking down at your beige and chocolate brown checkered mini skirt.

“You do look cute sweetheart and you'd look even cuter organizing my store room”

You groaned at your mothers request but jumped to your feet knowing you didn't have anything else to do. It sucked that the weather was actually perfect for an outfit to tease Mr Qian in but his lecture had been cancelled for the day. You opened the store room only to be greeted by dust and darkness, not surprised that the state of the shelves were a mess in a few short weeks since you last cleaned them.

Grabbing a flashlight you got started on the lower shelves when you heard a knock on your mom’s door and Kun walked in holding a box of folders.

“You're done already ?” Your mom said, mouth filled with her chicken wrap as Kun placed the box on her desk,

“Yes I scanned them onto my usb, It’s easier catching up that way” he replied politely,

“Okay well I’ll tell y/n to put these away, I'm still trying to finish these reports and my lunch”

Kun tutted at your mother’s words and began unpacking the box, carrying the folders over to the storeroom, “I'm not doing anything right now and we cant let y/n do everything on her own now can we?”

Your eyes widened as he joined you in the dark storeroom, his figure completely hidden from your mother as she continued snacking on her wrap and eyes engrossed in her computer,

“Kun you're too kind, okay you two have fun.”

You held your breath as you felt his arm brush against your back as he worked on the shelf behind you. His perfume was sweet, the scent tickled your nose while he moved around the compact room.

“Where’s section R 20-30 ?” Kun asked you softly, squinting as the flashlight you held caught his eye.

“Oh sorry uhm it's down here you can give it to me-”

“It's okay I got it” Kun mused and crouched down next to your bare legs trying to find the placement of the file in hand. You kept your focus on the shelf in front you, freezing when you felt the tips of his hair brush against your knee. Kun slid the file in its place and allowed his fingers to dance along your legs as he stood up, scanning your face for a reaction. When you gathered yourself you turned back to placing files in their respectful spots earning a scoff from Kun. He cocked his head to the side, amused by your composure. He touched you a few feet away from your mother and you didn't budge, he was impressed.

You thought his teasing was over until Kun stood beside you, shielded in the dark and you felt his warm breath against your neck. You froze when you felt his fingers on your inner thigh, slowly moving up until he pinched and you squealed, bumping into the shelf.

“Darling are you okay ?” Your mom called from her desk.

“Answer her y/n” Kun whispered before placing an open mouth kiss on your neck.

You cleared your throat and prayed your voice wouldn't crack, “Im okay just tripped over something, the usual” You heard your mother chuckle, thanking the heavens that she was so oblivious to what was going on in her store room right now.

You felt Kun smile against your neck and his fingers returned to your inner thigh, moving up until he grazed against your lace panties. Kun hummed when he felt how wet you were for him, you couldn't believe how wet you were for your professor at this moment. Kun skillfully moved your underwear to the side and felt your wetness before bringing his finger up to your mouth.

His lips curled into a smile waiting to see how dirty you were. All of this seemed like a test to you, as if he wanted to see how much you could endure before he had his way with you. The way he looked at you made you want him right then and there. Guys your age couldn't handle a girl like this as much as they tried to convince themselves. Your sex life was boring, all of them were the same but this, this was exhilarating.

Kun’s mouth parted as he watched your pouted lips meet his finger and lick his finger clean. The way he looked at you made you feel proud, he made you feel like you aced your assignment.

“Dammit I have a last minute meeting, sorry sweety I can't drive you home today should I call a cab ?” your mother sighed as you and Kun innocently stepped out of the store room.

“I don't mind giving her a ride home,” Kun offered, his attention fully on your mother despite feeling your glance on him.

“Kun you are a lifesaver seriously, how do I repay you ?” Your mom grabbed her satchel from her desk and made her way to the door.

“How about dinner? Jia and I really enjoyed your hosting” Kun offered, helping your mom lock up. You felt weird when he mentioned his wife’s name, hating that you were jealous of the woman who actually got to call him hers. It also made you feel as if you were just a play thing for him, and that none of this would affect him but rather you.

You were lost in your own thoughts until you realized your mother had already agreed to his offer and you were now standing alone in the corridor with Kun.

“Shall we ?” Kun gestured for you to lead the way and the two of you walked in silence until you got to his car.

The first ten minutes were silent, all that could be heard was the faint voices on the radio and the tyres of the vehicle moving against the gravel road. Kun smiled to himself as he watched you pull out your phone to distract yourself from the uncomfortable silence.

“y/n do you have a boyfriend ?” He asked a little too casually for your liking.

“No I don't”

“Why is that?”  His question made you look up at him, confused as to why he would ask you a question like this after he had already explored most of you just a couple minutes ago.

“Not interested in what this campus has to offer” you shrugged and looked out of the window, “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Does your wife know you have a professor student kink?”

Kun clenched his jaw at your words and suddenly pulled into a vacant parking lot of a fast food joint. Before you could say another word Kun wrapped his hand around your throat and pulled you in for a rough kiss. It was absolutely tantalizing, the way he tasted, the way his tongue fought with yours but it ended abruptly.

“You're a brat you know that ?” he chuckled dryly, “Jia and I are soon to be divorced, we only do work social activities because It makes a good impression.”

You felt a sense of relief and excitement. Even though it was a pretty fucked up arrangement going on currently, it lifts a burden off your shoulder knowing they will no longer be married.

“Why...me?” you bit down on your lip and looked up at him. Kun softened up and slumped into his seat, running his fingers through his ash blonde hair, “I don't know, the shallow answer is that I find you incredibly attractive”

“What's the other answer ?”

“Look,” Kun turned to face you, “We hardly know each other but I feel an instant connection to you, I tested your morality, which is fucked up, to see if you were like me, someone like me preaching ethics yet borderline fucked up?”

You could tell there was more to it, a personal war with himself especially since he was about to get divorced. Of Course you wished there was more to it but he was probably not ready to get involved with someone especially after years of marriage to then hook up with one of his students at that.

“Mr Qian everyone is fucked up I mean that's why we have to study ethics isn't it ?” you reached out to console him, rubbing his shoulder as he chuckled at your words. Kun leaned in and gave you a soft kiss on your lips,

“How did I come across someone like you y/n..”

“All im saying is I’ll be happy to be your rebound, your play thing whatever you need….Sir”

Kun shifted in his seat as he watched you lift his hand, making him palm your face as you took his thumb into your mouth and sucked on him gently. You heard his muffled curses as he adjusted his pants, trying his best to keep a tent from forming as he felt your tongue swirl around his thumb.

Kun quickly snapped out of the trance you had him in and restarted the car, getting back on the route to your house. You snickered to yourself as you noticed how red his ears were from the ordeal, it was nice being the dominant one for once.

He pulled up to your house and unlocked the car door for you, “I’ll see you at dinner tomorrow, wear a dress for me okay sweetheart ?”

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It was saturday evening and being an obedient student you wore one of your most...accessible dresses. You made it look classy despite the length barely sitting above your knee and topped it off with a glossy makeup finish. Your mom had told you that Minghao wasn't attending tonight and you might get bored from their conversations, little did she know that this might be one thrilling night.

You helped your mom set up the table while your dad organized the drinks and played soft music in the background to set the ambience. Just as you finished the last utensil arrangement you heard the doorbell ring and the butterflies in your stomach had returned.

“Kun good to have you back man” your dad went in for a handshake as Kun and his wife stepped in. Kun was good at playing the innocent professor. The way he greeted you with such poise as if his hand wasn't up your skirt 24 hours ago.

“Let's not get too drunk now shall we, we're driving home this time” Jia tutted as she handed your mom a bottle of wine.

Suddenly the room was filled with a bright light followed by thunder, making you and your mom jump at the loud noise. “Seems like you're not driving home at all buddy” your dad said peering outside as the harsh rain began pouring down, already starting to flood the driveway.

“He’s right, you guys can stay in our spare bedroom for tonight,” your mom added. You and Kun both shared a quick glance before your dad pulled him into another conversation.

“Honey can you make sure the room is set up ?” your mother turned to you and you nodded, smiling politely as Jia thanked you.

By the time you were done with the bedroom you were welcomed by everyone already seated at the dinner table waiting for you. Unsure if it was planned by Kun but your seat was placed right next to him, with Jia at the head of the table conversing with your mom on her opposite end.

Kun poured you a glass of wine and you silently thanked him as your dad continued his intense conversation about whatever he watched on the news network this week. You sighed poking at your potatoes, being bored as your mom predicted you would be until you felt a hand on your thigh.

Keeping your eye focused on your dinner you scooted a little closer to Kun until his hand was able to fully grope your thigh without anyone at the table noticing a thing. You felt the icy cold sensation from his ring as he caressed your skin, not doing anything too drastic since everyone was in close proximity. You inwardly groaned when he eventually pulled his hand away, completely engrossed in the conversation happening between your mom and Jia. As Kun added his piece to the conversation you used the opportunity to  do a bit of your own exploring and let your hand slip into his lap.

Kun pressed his lips together as he tried to focus on the chat instead of the hand that was now palming him under the table. You took a sip of your wine as you continued rubbing him through his black trousers, already feeling him get extremely hard under your touch. Until it was getting too much for him to handle, Kun pushed your hand away and excused himself from the table,

“I'm gonna use the bathroom, please excuse me”

“y/n why don't you show Mr Qian where the bathroom is” Your mom said, still chatting along with Jia and your dad.

You sighed and played the good daughter, leading Kun upstairs until the two of you were out of sight. With one swift movement Kun had you against the wall in the hallway, his hand wrapped around your throat and his erection pressed against your abdomen.

“Are you fucking insane ? you want me to fuck you in front of your parents is that it ?” he growled,

“Oh so you can have fun but I can't ?” you rolled your eyes only causing Kun to press into you harder.

“God you're so bratty, I can't wait to teach you a lesson” Kun bit into your neck, sucking until he was satisfied with its purple colour, “I'm going to go downstairs and telling your parents that you went to your bedroom, keep that dress on until I visit your room later tonight understand ?”

“Yes sir.”

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You waited in your room, doing as you were told and even heard your parents, Kun and Jia head upstairs and say their drunken goodnights. The sound of Kun’s voice just outside your door made you squirm in bed, wanting, waiting for him to just show up and have his way with you.

It was around 2am, your eyes were heavy and you sighed as you looked at the time on your desk clock. What were you thinking ? There was no way Kun could pull this off without his wife suspecting him or even your parents hearing someone sneaking around the house. But then again everyone was so damn drunk a criminal could break in and they'd have no idea.

Suddenly your door creaked open and in the darkness you saw a figure creep in, locking the door behind them. You sat up in bed and Kun quickly rushed over, placing a hand over your mouth and brought his lips to your ear,

“You have to be real quiet baby, even with all this rain and thunder, we have to be careful”

You nodded at his words and Kun placed a kiss on your forehead before pulling the covers off your body and switched on your bedside lamp in order to look at your body. He traced his fingers along your legs, over your abdomen and between your breasts until his thumb grazed your lips, parting them slightly.

Taking the hint you sat up and positioned yourself in front of Kun as he began unbuckling his trousers and let them pool around his ankles. You looked up at him as you palmed him through his boxers, watching him throw his head back sighing from the sensation. You pulled down his boxers and licked your lips once getting a full view of his erection, wasting no time in taking him fully into your mouth until he touched the back of your throat.

“Fuck” Kun mumbled softly as you began sucking him off, slowly in order to lessen the noise and to keep him fairly quiet.

Kun tugged on your hair and bit down on his lip watching your saliva drop from your mouth as he pulled out of you. You looked absolutely delicious, all he wanted to do was ruin you.

You stood up facing him until he began kissing you softly, unzipping your dress revealing your white lacy set and giving him his first taste of your naked figure. “You're beautiful” he cooed as he left soft pecks across your neck, especially on the spot where he had marked you earlier on.

Kun removed his shirt and unhooked your bra before pressing your back into your bed and his hips began grinding into yours, slowly, making you feel every part of him as the two of you returned to each other's lips.

“You're such a bad girl you know that” Kun groaned as he slipped his hand into your underwear and rubbed circles with his thumb, making you squirm underneath him.

“Teach me a lesson daddy” you sighed and the nickname made Kun growl into your ear. Kun pulled off your underwear and turned you until you were on all fours. He positioned himself behind you and as he pushed in he clasped down on your mouth and bit down on your shoulder, preventing both of you from moaning too loudly.

Kun’s hips slammed into yours erratically, switching from fast to slow strokes in order to drown out any suspecting sounds.

“I want to ride you daddy” you managed to whisper through his fingers and again Kun caved to the nickname and pulled out, falling onto his back as he awaited your offer. You slowly straddled him and took in his length once more, as Kun sat up, meeting your thrusts and held onto your ass and throat as you rode him as best as you could. Kun felt you tighten around him as you neared your climax and flipped you around until you were underneath him and he was now in control of both of your orgasms.

“Im so close..” you whined as Kun hit your sweet spot repeatedly.

“Me too baby, lets keep it quiet okay I promise I’ll make it up to you soon”

Kun brought you to your climax and he followed quickly after, his sweaty body falling on top of you as he tried to catch his breath. You reached for the covers and Kun turned onto his back and allowed you to cuddle into his chest. You smiled as he placed a soft kiss on your forehead and stroked your head,

“Thank you, God I want more, I can't wait for more” he whispered as you giggled,

“I’ll be here, and besides you're going to help me pass ethics right ? “ you pouted. Kun chuckled softly and massaged his temples, “okay how about you study hard and i’ll reward you with whatever you want sweetheart,”

“Deal” you gleamed, “Thank you sir.”

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Soft ABC’s

note: i’m trying to clear my drafts and i’m left and right with ideas.

A - Affection (how do they show affection)

In the beginning KC wasn’t as affectionate but later on she became super affectionate but only in private. She isn’t big on the whole PDA thing unless she’s jealous.

B - Balance (how do they balance you, work/school/life?)

With spy life and school life, KC finds it hard at first to balance your relationship. The more dates she missed due to missions the more distant she felt you were. KC finally made the best of both words and turned your date nights into study dates.

C - Cuddles (do they enjoy cuddling? what positions?)

KC adores your cuddles, especially after long and hard missions. She’d yearn for the hours to end quickly so she could be wrapped in a big blanket with you watching movies.

D - Date (what was your first date?)

A picnic. KC wanted to make sure the date was perfect and no interruptions at all. She wanted to spend the date to get to know you. The picnic was in a beautiful meadow with a gorgeous view of the town.

E - Excited (how excited do they get when they see you/are with you?)

After long and stressful days, KC tries not to run you over so she keeps her cool around you. She doesn’t want to scare you off so she “walking” to your house and waits a few minutes to knock.

F - Fighting (what happens when you fight)

It takes a lot for you guys to fight. She’s pretty chill and you’re pretty chill. The only time you fought was when you found out she was a spy. It was pretty bad, yelling and screaming. Trudie powered off to avoid the screaming.

G - Gorgeous (pet names. what do they like to call you? what do they like to be called?)

The typical nicknames, KC isn’t big on creating new names. “baby” “babe”.

H - Hi (first time meeting)

You were new to the school and had the pleasure of running into Marissa. She instantly hooked you around her arms when she saw your designer purse. KC was doing homework at lunch when she laid eyes on you. Sounds cliche but KC swore time froze. “KC this is YN! YN this is KC”. KC felt her face heat up when you smiled at her “Hey KC”

I - Intimacy (how romantic they are)

KC doesn’t have a romantic bone in her body. She may be smart but when it comes to romance, she isn’t the best at it. You’re the romantic one in the relationship.

J - Jealousy (do they get jealous? how do they react to you being jealous)

She's 100% the jealous type. Guys and girls are on her radar. If she feels someone is too close she’ll instantly wrap her arms around you and make it known that you’re hers. When you’re jealous, she finds it cute. She’ll remind you at the end of the day that she’s yours and your hers

K - Kisses (where do they like to kiss you/how often?)

Bc of her height ( if you’re taller than her, read the second part) she loves giving you forehand kisses as much as possible. If you’re taller than her, she loves giving you kisses on the shoulder/cheek. She usually gives you shoulder kisses on dates tho.

L - Love (when was the first time they said I love you or realized it?)

KC realized she loved you after she came back from a mission where she was almost killed. Limping back into her bedroom, you surprised her. With your rambling, she realized how much she loved you. That same day she told you she was in love with you.

M - Moving in (when do you decide to move in together)

Keep in mind, you guys are still in high school. The first step into moving in together would be roommates in college.

N - Newborn (their reaction to starting a family)

I'm not sure about this one since KC seems the type to not want kids, but if yall did have kids it would be a long discussion before you guys adopt

O - Open (how open you are with one another)

You guys are pretty open about everything the only thing that is kept away from you is that KC is a spy.

P - Photos (what kind of photos you take of them/they take of you)

KC loves photos of you sleeping/ wearing her clothes. You take photos of her when she’s studying or not looking.

Q - Quirks (what random habits do you have that they love or hate/vice versa)

When you get nervous you hiccup. KC loves/hates It depends on her mood.

R - Recovery (how you help them after an injury/vice versa)

You can always be found at KCs house so every night when KC comes home from a mission you already have ice pack and warm bath ready for her.

S - Solution (how they resolve fights)

Let’s be honest, KC won’t apologize if she thinks she’s right. Usually fights end up in tearful apologies or little jokes here and there

T- Touch (when they need/want your touch, what will they do? how often?)

KC isn’t so big on PDA like I said earlier, but when she feels the need to come into skin to skin contact with you, she’ll hold your hand and play with your fingers.

U - Up ( waking up with them)

You wake up earlier than her and so usually you clean her room ( if needed) while you waited for her to wake up

V - Vacation (where they travel with you)

With KC’s benefits from being a spy, she can practically take you anywhere.

W - Wedding (how they propose/where you get married/honeymoon)

You’re the one to propose. You propose to her after graduation from college at the library. Y’all get married in a nice small ceremony in a DC park. The honeymoon is in Paris where you go to look at art

X - X-factor (what about you captivated them?)

KC loves how you don’t hold back from telling the truth. She loves your bluntness.

Y - Yawning (how they act when they’re tired)

As soon as she yawns, she can go out at any moment. Makes sure to carry a pillow

Z - Zzzz (how you fall asleep together)

wrapped around each other, keeping each other warm

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