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𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝑖 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒 : 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑖 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑜 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 : 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑖

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: In order to placate your anxious mother, you agree to return to your hometown to participate in a mating run—knowing full well that betas rarely get chased, never mind betas nearly old enough to age out of the practice. You’ve decided to treat it like a vacation, a chance to visit with your childhood friends, the mating run itself a nice relaxing hike. All in all it’s a solid plan—until alpha Todoroki Shouto, your best friend's little brother, steps in and blows it all to pieces. 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡: omegaverse, no quirks au, alpha!shouto, beta!reader, mating rituals, age gap, best friend’s little brother, older reader, afab reader, some class differences, aged up characters, semi-public sex, slight small town romance vibes, background implied dabihawks for some reason, smut, 18+; mdni! 𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑡ℎ: 5.7k | chapter 1 of 4

Then

It was a freezing day in spring the first time you set foot in the Todoroki house.

You had shared a class with Touya for years now, and in that time you’d become something of his best friend. You’d bonded early over a mutual hatred of fish and your status as the two best tree climbers on the playground—two integral friendship quality bars if ever you’d met them—and your entente had strengthened over the following months.

After enough time together Touya had even seemed to like you, seeking out your opinion, deploying you like a shield between himself and the other kids. He wanted to be paired with you for group projects constantly, as he seemed to disdain the ability of the other kids in your class.

He eventually acquiesced to two other friends—Rumi and Keigo—as Keigo was a really fast runner, and Rumi could kick a kid almost clear across a playground. But the two of you remained particularly close, and a few years in, Touya had seemed to want to check the final box of your friendship.

That was the day he’d haughtily informed you that you were coming home with him.

You’d phoned your mother from the school office to obtain permission, and then pulled your jacket on to follow Touya out into the cold, his skinny legs beating a quick path through the streets.

You’d half-expected that Touya lived in a box behind a shop, with the way he descended ravenously on his lunches (as well as yours, and Rumi’s, when he could occasionally get them—though notably not Keigo’s, something that had only retroactively made sense to you as an adult). But the house Touya steered you to was enormous—easily the biggest house you’d ever seen—a stately pile at the end of a fancy neighborhood.

You’d later learn this was because his father was the mayor, and the Todorokis were neck-deep in generational wealth. At the time you’d been mildly annoyed, because what had you let him eat part of your lunches for if he lived in a house like this?

“I’m home,” Touya had called into the echoey foyer, grand but strangely barren. He’d kicked off his coat and shoes, discarding them carelessly—perhaps purposefully—on the floor, then gestured for you to follow him into the kitchen as a warm voice called out to him. “Welcome home, Touya.”

“I brought Y/N,” he announced grandly as he prowled into the room. To you he said, “This is my mother, Rei.”

The voice you’d heard resolved itself into a woman, tall, with beautiful long white hair and a small, but unmistakably fond smile on her mouth. You startled, immediately floored by her beauty. She looked just like Touya, the same delicate prettiness to her mouth, the shape of her eyes—but even lovelier. She looked simultaneously like she belonged on the cover of a magazine, and would be embarrassed by one saying so.

She also smelled like an omega—sweet, but a little wilder than you were used to. Like spring flowers blooming on a cold day.

“Hello Y/N,” she said warmly, turning to you. You gave a shy wave back, suddenly nervous in front of her.

As she turned you finally noticed the child on her hip—a small, round, pudgy little thing with half red and half white hair, and two mismatched grey and blue eyes that pinned on you immediately. It was wearing a horrendous polkadot onesie, and you felt your eyebrows raise without your permission.

“That’s Shouto,” Touya informed you, and the pieces slotted together in your brain. Ah, so that was the face to the name.

Shouto was the little brother Touya complained about incessantly—the one that was his father’s favorite, the one that stared too much and wanted to play with all of Touya’s toys even though he was too little for them, the one Touya was saddled with babysitting constantly. He’d made Shouto out to be this sort of tiny harbinger of evil—but Shouto did not look very evil, perched there on his mother’s hip.

He blinked at you, a flutter of surprisingly long eyelashes, for a baby. You had the thought that actually he was kind of cute. Most probably not a harbinger of evil, and actually very sweet-looking, if weirdly round.

“I need to be excused from Shouto duty,” Touya said, the question posed more like a statement.

Rei shook her head, a somber little smile playing about her mouth. “I have to make dinner before Fuyumi and Natsuo get back from their playdates and your father gets home. Why don’t you take Shouto to play with you and Y/N?”

Touya rolled his eyes in the long-suffering manner of a man who’d endured it all. Shouto didn’t seem to notice, however, his mismatched gaze barely detaching from your face. You noticed Shouto’s left eye was the exact vivid blue of Touya’s, and his other eye the same silver as his mother’s.

“He’s staring like a weirdo,” Touya complained, but collected Shouto from Rei anyway. Shouto let himself be passed over as placidly as a bag of potatoes, still watching you.

“Y/N is a new face for him, he’s just curious, Touya,” Rei said, smoothing Shouto’s hair down as Touya hefted him in his arms. Shouto reached out a hand towards you, fat fingers flexing.

“What, you think I’m some taxi service who’s gonna bring you wherever you want to go?” Touya demanded. Shouto ignored him, his little chubby arm wavering.

Strangely, something compelled you to step closer, reaching out a hand in return. Shouto seized it in his pudgy little fist, staring up at you with solemn eyes. His other hand reached out to you, too, twisting in Touya’s grip, and Touya let out an annoyed scoff.

“Y/N didn’t come here to hang out with you,” he said. But Shouto ignored him, his little hand fisting in your tee shirt. He seemed to be trying to lever himself up out of Touya’s arms and into yours.

You were startled, never having held a baby before, and Shouto was kind of a big one. But Touya showed you how to hold him under his butt and across his back, and you heard the rustle of his diaper as he was handed off to you.

“Hi Shouto,” you said, watching him watch you.

His eyebrows raised, some small happiness lighting up his expression, and he gave a little kick that wiggled his whole body in your arms.

“He likes you,” Rei said over the counter top, as she settled a cutting board and a pile of vegetables across it.

You looked back at Shouto, feeling weirdly pleased. Maybe babies weren’t that bad.

Touya made an annoyed sort of grunt, stomping past you. “We’re going to play in the living room,” he announced imperiously. You glanced at Rei to make sure that was okay, then followed Touya, Shouto heavy in your arms.

By the time you arrived, Shouto had settled a hand on either of your cheeks and seemed to be trying to stare directly into your soul, and Touya patted him firmly on the back, clucking. “Stop being such a little freak.”

“He’s fine,” you said, bemused. No one had told you really little kids were this intense and weird. But Shouto’s little round face was kind of sweet, and it was hard to be annoyed at a baby staring up at you, that clearly enamored.

“Actually he’s being way nicer to me than you,” you told Touya.

Touya rolled his eyes and busied himself pulling out a horde of action figures, legos, puzzles, and games, as well as a turtle with multi-colored blocks set into it that appeared to be for Shouto.

“Oi, it’s turtle time, weirdo,” he told Shouto.

That seemed to break the baby’s singular focus on you, and he peered around, lighting up nearly the same way when he saw his blocks as he had when he’d seen you. You laughed, and helped him settle on the floor next to you, watching his clumsy, chubby grip fumble on the blocks as he carefully removed them one-by-one from the plastic turtle.

Touya set up the legos around you, an older parallel of his brother, though you thought he would kill you for saying so.

A block appeared in your lap, carefully and deliberately placed by a fat-fingered hand. You smiled down at Shouto, picking it up and gesturing grandly. “For me?”

A grey-and-blue gaze attached itself solemnly to your face, as if awaiting your judgment, and an instant fondness swept over you. Who knew babies could be this cute—when they weren’t screaming and crying and generally being small and annoying near you. Touya had massively undersold his little brother, who was the sweetest baby you’d ever encountered.

You bowed your head, clutching your gifted block close to you. “Thank you, Shouto. It’s very nice.”

Shouto stared up at you, smiling a shy little almost-smile, clearly pleased. You couldn’t help but reach up and ruffle that distinct tuft of hair, taken with him already. Yep, definitely a good little kid.

And you decided then and there that you liked Todoroki Shouto—though for now he was a child—you both were children—and he could only mean so much to you.

You wouldn’t realize how much he’d actually come to mean to you, until many, many years later.

Now

Touya’s white mess of hair was the first thing you spotted as you stumbled into the restaurant.

Outside it was unseasonably cold, an icy wind tearing through you as you’d rushed all the way from your mother’s house. The inside of the restaurant was blessedly warm, and slightly smoky from the meat and vegetables grilling away on each table top. Touya was on the far side, and you could see Rumi’s white hair beyond him, Keigo’s blonde riot of waves peeking over the top of the booth next to him.

Rumi faced the door so she spotted you first, a mouth-splitting grin overtaking her face as she waved you down.

You hurried your way over, letting out a surprised hrrk! when Rumi drew you down into a rib-crushing hug, her alpha strength barely contained. You fell into the seat at an awkward angle, your joints screaming.

“Well look what the cat dragged in! You don’t look a bit changed, you little beta cuck,” she crowed, making you choke on a laugh as you almost inhaled a mouthful of her hair.

“Rumi—!” you sputtered, half-pleased and half-scandalized that she clearly hadn’t changed in the years since you’d seen her last. She crushed you to her harder, and you could feel your eyeballs all but bulging like a rubber doll.

“If you plan to crush her to death you could at least wait until I clear the scene,” came Touya’s disaffected drawl from the other side of the table. “The last thing I need is police on my case again.”

That was so typical of him, too, after all this time.

“Good to see you too, Touya,” you said, even though you couldn’t get a look at him through Rumi’s hair. She ground her knuckles into the top of your head for good measure before releasing you, and you came up for air gratefully, watching the two men on the other side of the table grin at you.

Keigo looked exactly as you’d left him, a little bit more filled out than the skinny teen he’d been, the same wiry facial scruff growing in, those golden eyes alight with typical playfulness. Touya looked like he’d aged the most, his scars—fresher when you’d graduated—now deepened to the color of dark bruises. His features were still achingly familiar under them, however, the fine-boned prettiness of his mother shining through, his father’s blazing cerulean eyes the only nod to the other half of his parentage.

“So you really obeyed mommy dearest huh,” Touya said, pinning you with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes at him. As your closest childhood friend, he still knew all your weak spots, your mother the biggest of them. Growing up she’d been lonely and overworked, and you’d tried to care for her and please her the best you could. You still called her several times a week and sent back your wages to help pay for the house, and pay down the pile of debt your father had left her in when he’d died.

The concession of returning home for a few days to attend the annual mating run, as pointless as it was going to be, was the least you could do for her.

“You know as well as I do that no one is going to run down a beta,” you said, settling yourself in next to Rumi and shedding your coat and hat. “Especially not now that I’m well past newly-presented. It’ll be like a vacation.”

“You never know,” Keigo said, raising his fluffy eyebrows at you, his grin wicked. You flung the pile of your things across the table at him, but he intercepted easily, all alpha reflex. He stuffed your jacket down next to him, laughing at you.

“I do know,” you said emphatically. “And I’m not fussed about it. I don’t know who she thinks is going to pay her bills if I’m off getting dicked down by some knothead idiot.”

Touya made a dismissive noise and you looked around the table for something to fling at him too. He’d never had to worry about money, his future shored up with the Todoroki family fortune, built over generations and then basically quadrupled by his father. Since coming out of the correctional facility for a string of petty crimes, Touya had been skating by on family generosity, and you knew he wasn’t about to stop.

“Just burn her house down like mine,” he said, an unholy grin overtaking his face as he leaned forward. There was a light behind his eyes like he wasn’t entirely kidding. No one had ever been able to determine if the Todoroki family fire had been an accident or not, although Touya claimed it had been.

But you’d known Touya your whole life and you had your suspicions. Touya had hated his father for nearly all of your living memory—and the Todoroki men had an almost disturbing single-mindedness about them. You had long wondered if Touya’s fixation on his break with Enji had ever played into the fire that ravaged their house during your middle school years.

The one exception to the Todoroki single-mindedness was sweet little Shouto, who you’d last seen at your high school graduation. He was several years younger than you and had still been round-faced and chubby-cheeked then, all wide solemn eyes and pouty little mouth, just like when he was a baby.

You hadn’t seen him since, but couldn’t imagine Shouto turning out anything like Touya.

“I’ll take that under advisement,” you said to Touya, not liking how his grin widened.

Purportedly he’d come out of the correctional facility for good behavior, his record squeaky clean.

Purportedly.

“So why even agree to the run?” Rumi asked. “If you’re not looking to actually take anyone home?”

You helped yourself to the water that had been laid out before answering. “It’s just easier to appease my mother. She gets what she wants—some indication I’m open to my life mate-–and I get what I want, which is to be able to use this as an excuse next year.”

“Aww you won’t come back to see little old us?” Keigo asked. His tone was wheedling but his eyes tracked your expression carefully, always observing.

You smiled at him. You did miss your old friends, and you liked how easy it felt to sink right back into them after so many years away. You wanted to see them outside of the confines of a group chat or the rare facetime.

And you missed a lot about the town you’d grown up in. You liked the tiny storefronts of the downtown shops and the easy access to the coast and miles of hiking trails. You’d had a dream of opening up a little bookstore in one of the lovely brick buildings downtown when you were younger—but that was back before the staggering number of dollar signs on your mother’s bills had made themselves known to you and the romance of your daydream had begun to seem more like foolishness.

The bigger cities offered the bigger jobs, the bigger wages to send home. Even if it meant you could only see your friends every few years and mostly kept in touch via group chat.

“How about you guys come to me?” you asked. “There’s a chicken place I think Keigo will want to make the trip for.”

Keigo’s grin widened and he leaned in, interested. “Say no more,” he drawled.

On the table top, Touya’s phone vibrated. He peered at it, dismissing the notification with a swipe. “Rei wants to see you,” he reported, the usual blend of disrespect and unwilling fondness for his own mother layered in his voice. “She says you should come by the house.”

You smiled, pleased to be remembered. “I’d love that. Who’s living there now?”

Touya stretched, his back brushing the booth. “I do. And she does. Enji visits sometimes—” his tone was pointedly colorless “—and Fuyumi and Natsuo come by a couple times a week. Shouto is there almost daily for dinner when he’s not on shift, because his own cooking is absolute shit.”

You blinked, struggling to reconcile the idea of sweet-faced little Shouto with an adult who lived on his own now. “On shift?” you asked.

“He’s a fireman,” Touya rolled his eyes. “Little fucking do gooder. Ever since the house fire he’s wanted to.”

Your eyelashes fluttered again, your brain floating with the images of skinny, round-faced Shouto struggling to haul people out of a burning building. You struggled not to voice this disbelief.

“Wow, good for him,” you said.

“Not for me,” Touya complained. “Ever since he’s presented he’s been eating us out of house and home. Can’t find a fucking thing in the cabinets after he’s been through—”

And that shocked you, too, the idea that Shouto was already grown enough to have presented.

Objectively you knew he had to be into his early twenties at this point, but hearing the changes life had wrought on him was almost too much to contemplate. You wondered what he had presented as, and whether he’d be subject to the run this week as well. You’d always sort of suspected he’d be an omega, with that wide-eyed, beautiful face—almost a carbon copy of his mother’s, the same delicate prettiness in it as Touya.

And he’d been so sweet, too. When you’d been much, much younger—before Touya had become too cool and too emo for it—you remembered playing house together, remembered how often you’d dragged Shouto in to play the part of your son. He’d always sat there, a chubby-faced toddler, smashing blocks together and staring up at you with big eyes as you and Touya made plastic food and Touya unrolled a days-old newspaper collected from his father, bossing you around from his armchair.

Even when Shouto had gotten older and started to get as fresh with Touya as Touya was with him, he’d always been nice to you, always watched you with those same wide, mismatched eyes.

Yeah. He was most probably an omega.

“Well I’d love to see Rei, and Natsuo and Fuyumi and Shouto,” you said.

Touya stretched in the booth, not minding Keigo and thumping him right across the chest. Keigo squawked in annoyance.

“I’ll tell Rei you’re coming for dinner,” Touya said.

You smiled, pleased. You knew what a huge deal it was for both Touya and Rei to be in the same house again—both in recovery, both sharing the same space again.

When you’d left, Rei had been hospitalized and Touya had already been knee deep in petty crimes and utterly disinterested in any sort of overtures of help. For them to both be together again, getting regular help, with Enji out of the house and a rotating string of their family members checking in on them—you were happy to see them healing.

The buoyant feeling lasted all the way through lunch and too many drinks, until Touya shepherded you out of the restaurant, blazing a familiar path towards his family home. You followed, gratified when you saw that the Todoroki house was just as you remembered it, even the rebuilt pieces nostalgic.

Its grandness had been a shock to you as a child—not only in comparison to the tiny, squashed little two bed you’d grown up in—but that Touya had grown up there, in so vast and elegant a space. Touya who you dug in the dirt with. Touya who picked bugs out of the mud and put them on you. Touya who turned his nose up at dolls and ate things right out of your lunch box without asking, like he was a starving child without any access to food.

The house said otherwise.

Touya treated the Todoroki mansion with the same pointed lack of care he had as a teenager, kicking in the door as he led you inside, throwing his things in a pile in the entry. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, fondly nostalgic over his shithead behavior.

“You missed a spot—I think there’s a bare patch of floor over there,” you said.

Touya gave you a narrow-eyed gaze over his shoulder as he uttered a string of objects you might suck.

You raised your eyebrows at him, smiling and unbothered. He’d always said it was your beta nature that left you unfussed with his various attitudes, taking everything in stride. You didn’t know if that was true—you’d always sort of suspected it was the strange, inherent connection you felt to him, and to the Todoroki family at large that kept you fond of him, even as he descended into teenage fury.

You didn’t know what it was, as you’d not ever felt it with your other friends’ families who you’d spent nearly as much time with. But if it netted you a lifelong friend, you weren’t about to question it.

Rei was in the kitchen like she had been that first day Touya brought you home, an enormous expanse of marble counter and vaulted ceiling that made her look unfathomably small. Her snow white hair had been cropped short into a page boy cut and made her look younger than her years, especially when she glanced up at you with the very same smile she had when you were a child.

“Welcome back, Y/N,” she said. You bowed respectfully, Touya scoffing and grabbing the back of the collar to haul you up.

“She’s not the fucking prime minister,” he grunted.

“And you’re not the boss of me,” you sniped, the drinks you’d both shared at lunch making you a little looser tongued in front of Rei than you’d have liked.

“Shouto will be by in just a few minutes as well, and he’ll be so happy to see you,” Rei said, smiling gently.

“Shouto lives on his own?” you asked, curious. Aside from picturing him as the skinny preteen you’d last seen him as, you also had trouble imagining kind, sweet little Shouto leaving his mother on her own—and with Touya definitely counted as on her own, for all the help he was. Shouto seemed devoted, familial.

“He’s wanted his own space since he presented,” Rei said lightly, clearly unbothered.

It was rare for omegas to peel off from their family units before finding a mate, and the strangeness of striking out on his own struck you even further. Maybe he wanted a nest to bring someone back to, after finding the right person?

You wondered if he was going to be participating in this year’s mating run, and made a mental note to try and find out if he wanted help avoiding any undesirable alphas. If he was an omega, your beta scent would help disguise some of his tracks, you’d just have to follow in his footsteps far enough away from the main track that a ranging alpha wouldn’t accidentally stumble upon it.

That thought was cut short, however, by the sound of the door creaking open in the foyer you’d just come in from. There was the sound of rustling fabric, like someone shedding their coat, and then footsteps padded through the hall. A hint of a scent met your nose, slightly sweet and smoky, with an undercurrent of something fresh—like a campfire burning on a cold, clear day. Your brow furrowed, the frostiness an almost-familiar dimension, like Rei's cold widlflower scent. Who was—?

Then a tall, unfamiliar alpha poked his head through the door, fluffy red and white strands of hair tangling across his forehead. He was an arresting sight—easily the most beautiful person you had ever seen, every single one of his features so perfectly and evenly placed, like he'd been put together deliberately. He looked startlingly like Rei, if Rei were a man, except for the fiery blue of his left eye, the shock of scarlet hair above it.

You stared at this new interloper, confused, until you were seized with a sudden memory of that scar, that same mop of hair bent over a turtle-shaped block puzzle.

No. No fucking way.

Rei smiled, opening her arms, and you gaped after him as Todoroki Shouto prowled across the kitchen to her, enveloping her in a hug. Where Touya was taller than his mother, his baby brother almost dwarfed her, easily clearing six feet, his shoulders broad and his frame packed with dense muscle. He'd always had the same elegant, sweetly beautiful set to his features that his mother and Touya did, but there was something sharper about them now, a slightly more alpha edge to him.

An enormous bicep shifted against the sleeve of his t-shirt as Shouto held Rei, and suddenly it was very clear how Shouto had managed to become a firefighter.

Something pinched your arm, hard, and you whipped around to stare at Touya accusingly. “Ouch!”

He smirked. “Don’t fucking stare like he does.”

You scowled at him, and opened your mouth to say something unsavory, until two mismatched eyes turned on you, pinning you in place.

“Y/N,” Shouto said. His voice was deep as midnight—so much lower than you had remembered—careful and smooth. The sound of it slithered up your spine like a shiver.

“Shouto?” you answered, stepping closer. “You’re Shouto? Are you sure?”

Shouto released his mother, only the tiniest corner of his mouth twitching. And that was confirmation enough. Shouto had always been a little serious, watching you carefully and intently. He was most like his mother that way—withdrawn, a little bit solemn.

“As far as I am aware,” he said. His tone was flat but you heard the tease in it, regardless. And that was so like him too, couching his inner little shit under the most serious tone, under those earnest heterochromatic eyes.

“Wish he wasn’t,” Touya muttered.

“Oh my god, Shouto. You’ve grown up so much,” you said, a strange thrill zinging up your spine as he stepped closer. That scent like campfire on a cold day washed over you, making you a little dizzy.

Shouto’s eyes got a little bit round at the edges, and something pulled at the corner of his mouth again, an expression you didn’t recognize. His tone was soft as he observed, “You are exactly the same as I remember.”

You could tell he meant it kindly, so you chose not to be offended with his obvious tact. You were well aware you were not a fresh-faced high school graduate anymore.

“I’m definitely older than you remember,” you said, resisting the urge to poke him in the chest. Your hand felt magnetized toward it for some reason. “Don’t be surprised if you hear my bones creaking all the way from the preserve during the run.”

Something sudden and strange passed over Shouto’s face, those mismatched eyes narrowing in on you.

“You’re running,” he said, his tone suddenly flat. “This year.”

“Yeah I’m back in town for it,” you said, ignoring Touya’s scoff at your side. “Gotta appease my mother. She doesn’t get that betas aren’t the target crowd for this, nevermind ancient ones. That, and I plan to disappear up a tree if someone so much as sniffs in my direction.”

“Up a tree,” Shouto repeated, sounding contemplative.

You wondered if he was internalizing how weird you were. He probably wouldn’t have remembered you being weird, considering how younger kids never thought to question their older peers. Maybe he’d even thought you cool when you were growing up together—you’d quickly disabuse him of that notion.

You nodded. “I’ve only been followed by alphas twice and both times I lost them up that big willow overlooking the bay, if you take the seaside path out two miles?”

Shouto’s eyes tracked you closely, like he was committing every word to memory. “I know it.”

You smiled. “The sea breeze is just enough to hide a beta’s scent, once you’re out of sight up there. I hope the city life hasn’t gotten me too out of shape to get up the trunk. Though to be frank I’m not too worried about it this year. Are you running?”

“Yes,” Shouto said, so quickly that it looked like he’d startled himself.

Touya’s head whipped around to stare at him, and Rei’s eyelashes fluttered momentarily, a weird stillness overcoming her—until a sort of look of understanding came over her features. You thought you caught a hint of a smile as she ducked her head to return to her dinner preparations.

“Thought you said you weren’t interested,” Touya said, his tone accusing. “You’ve never run before.”

Shouto looked deeply unfussed by his older brother’s sudden consternation. “Perhaps I have changed my mind.”

“The hell you did,” Touya said snottily. “You said you knew you wouldn’t find your life mate there.”

“Perhaps that has changed too,” Shouto said, his tone so dry that you could tell he was purposefully needling Touya. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. Brothers.

Touya’s scoff overlaid the thump of Rei’s knife as she returned to chopping, and you realized how rude it looked for the three of you to be standing there arguing while she was working.

You hurriedly stepped around Touya and Shouto, peering over Rei’s shoulder. For some reason you were hyperaware of Shouto as you passed him, a thought you shoved right back out of your mind as you approached Rei. “Is there anything I can help with? I feel like I have years of free dinners to pay you back for.”

“I am almost done, but thank you, Y/N,” Rei said, as Touya said something in a haughty tone of voice, and Shouto’s low baritone answered. Rei’s mouth quirked softly at this—and you realized it was the same way Shouto smiled, small and private.

“—Not bringing home some weird fucking omega,” Touya was saying when you turned back to the boys. You startled when you realized Shouto had shifted to face you instead of his brother, and his body language looked like he was mostly ignoring him.

You channeled your sudden laugh into a fake cough. Touya eyed you sourly, long used to your tricks.

“Well if you want any help on the run, let me know,” you told Shouto, cutting into their argument with the practice of a beta used to diffusing things, especially between Touya and others. Shouto’s mouth twitched again like he knew what you were doing, and you watched his eyes pick over you speculatively.

You marveled at how far back you had to tilt your head if you wanted to look him directly in the eye now. He was so big, and so unexpectedly handsome—he really had grown up well. Some omega was going to be very, very pleased at the end of this week, provided he really did go after someone.

“If it’s your first you probably won’t know all the best hiding spots,” you told him.

Not that they were really hiding spots, considering most omegas wanted to be found. And there was no one on this earth who wouldn’t want to be found by an alpha who looked like Shouto did now. But he’d probably want to make sure he got to his intended first, before any other alpha found them.

Shouto nodded, leaning forward conspiratorially. “I will take you up on that,” his tone was low, intimate.

You smiled up at him, though something weird twinged in your chest. “Lunch sometime this week then? I’ll walk you through everything.”

Touya made a noise of disgust, and you shushed him. Shouto’s smile pulled into a quarter-moon sliver, sweet and beautiful. “I would like that.”

A strange little thrill zinged down your spine. You very pointedly did not think about it, instead shooting Shouto a thumbs up. And then, seized by a sudden need to get away, you marched forward to grab Touya by his collar, dragging him out into the dining room.

“Do you have to make your mother do everything? Let’s set the table,” you ordered him, shoving him at the cabinets. Touya swore at you, trying to twist his lanky body out of your hands, spitting like a wet cat.

But your mind was already elsewhere, occupied by this strange new turn of events. It really had been a long time away from your hometown, and much more had changed than you realized. You’d missed seeing Touya start to recover his life, you’d missed Rei returning to herself, you’d missed Shouto growing up into a man—and an alpha. You were suddenly overcome by the feeling that you did not want to miss any more, did not want to leave again—though of course that was foolishness.

The run was less than a week away, and you had train tickets back into the city just after.

And you had your mom to provide for, much as she wanted you to settle down with the first rando who got handsy with you in the woods. An alpha would have to bring more than an interest in you to your coupling in order to win you—and that was not going to happen, especially not to a beta, and especially not to you.

You laid the dishes out, resolving yourself. You’d enjoy this week, but never lose sight of the fact that you’d still have to leave at the end of it.

After all, it wasn’t like some miraculous twist of fate was lurking just around the corner of the Todoroki kitchen, ready to change your life.

#todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki x reader #shouto x reader #shouto x you #shouto todoroki x reader #todoroki x you #todoroki x y/n #shouto x y/n #todoroki shouto imagine #bnha x reader #andie's writing #character: todoroki shouto

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flowersandbigteeth · 1 year

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Imagine being sacrificed to be eaten by some giant eldritch monster by your village due to being human and him just deciding you'll be the mother to his half breed babies and gently picking you up while carrying your face infront of the village who sacrificed you and the mosnter treating you as if you were glass and assuring how good of a dad he'll be

Yay more eldritch beasts! ^_^'

Eldritch beast (Castor) x female reader

Word Count: 1.5k

W: sfw monster fluff, some breeding talk

“Hurry up!” the mayor of your town snarled as he dragged you behind him.

“Please! Please don’t do this!” you howled as the sacrificial altar that had been newly built at the base of the mountain came into view.

You tugged and pulled, trying to get away, but your hands were tied and they’d thrown a loop of rope around your neck, choking you whenever you pulled too hard.

“Stop sniveling, (Y/N),” he snapped, “you’re a hero! Show some pride! Your sacrifice will bring prosperity to the village. We’ll raise a statue in your honor!”

You didn’t want a statue, you wanted to go home and for your town to stop all this nonsense. Since they’d had a bad year, the crops failing and winter coming far sooner than they expected, somehow they’d gotten it into their heads that a sacrifice to the mountain spirit would bring them good fortune. Of course, you knew it was all superstition, but the rest of the town agreed with the mayor. Being the only dissenter at the meeting they’d held to announce their plan, you were chosen to be the sacrifice.

Tears leaked down your cheeks as you were tightly strapped to the stone altar while the rest of your town gathered around to watch.

The mayor cleared his throat and stood in front of you facing the mountain.

“Oh great mountain spirit we come to you with this humble offering! We see the error of our ways and present to you the fairest maiden from our village as penance for our mistakes! We honor you with this gift of flesh…”

His speech went on and on, full of apologies, lies, and pleas for a good harvest.

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Castor’s ears perked as he made his way through the woods on his usual hunting route. He hardly paid attention to the village at the base of his mountain, humans were annoying and noisy so he avoided them at all costs, but this time there was an odd scent on the wind. It was a sweet scent. A scent he quite liked. He crept down the mountain on his many thick tentacles and peered through the trees to find an odd sight.

The townspeople were all assembled at some strange stone table they’d erected. His eyes focused on you, strapped to the table, while a man stood over you squawking about something or another. He blinked at you, examining you from afar with his excellent eyesight, assisted by his many eyes.

He usually didn’t bother in human affairs, but as he sniffed the air he discovered it was you that smelled so nice. What were the silly humans doing to you? When the stocky man yelling into the forest pulled out a bejeweled blade and waved it at you he found himself barrelling through the trees, flattening them as his bulk plowed through. He couldn’t let them hurt you!

The mayor’s eyes grew huge as he took in the massive beast looming over you, his large teeth bared and shining claws raised, and he froze where he stood.

“STOP!” Castor boomed in an ethereal and very deep voice that shook the leaves on the trees and made the mayor drop his sword with a clang.

While the rest of your town trembled and watched, he turned his attention to you, your cheeks streaked with glittering tears. You were so incredibly frightened your scream was caught in your throat and you only let out a miserable whimper.

The beast examining you was massive, moving on a tangle of thick tentacles. His torso was like a man’s but with a large mouth filled with dripping teeth in the center. There was no mouth on his face, only ten eyes blinking down at you with a look that might be…gentle?

You found yourself a bit stunned and confused, searching his eyes as he studied you.

“Oh great mountain spirit!” your mayor broke in with a shaky voice, “p-please accept this sacrifice of fresh, beautiful meat to sate your hunger and soothe your anger! Bring us a good harvest and spare us game for our hunt!”

Castor almost laughed. Sate his hunger? Bring a good harvest? He had no idea what the man was talking about. As you had suspected, Castor had nothing to do with the weather or the harvest. He simply lived in the mountain because it was a nice home away from humans.

The last thing he wanted to do was eat you. You looked so pretty lying there, your hair fanned out around your face. He drifted closer to you, exploring you with his sensitive tentacles. Your skin was soft and smooth, feeling quite nice when he touched it and you smelled incredible. Like a mate. Your town watched eagerly with anticipation. They were sure if he killed you and ate you all of their problems would be solved.

You felt his curious tentacles wind their way around your limbs, the little suckers exploring and tasting as they moved. Though your heart pounded in your chest, he didn’t seem to want to eat you. For one, his large gaping mouth was closed and his eyes were examining you very carefully…but not like food. His look was a different kind of hunger.

“You’ll make a pretty wife, little human,” he said with incredible softness.

“W-what?” you heard yourself squeak.

He didn’t answer, but very gently snapped the straps holding you to the table and lifted you up into his two clawed arms, cradling you like you were fine china.

“She’s for me?” he asked the mayor, still curious what exactly the town had been planning to do with you.

“P-please! Gorge yourself on her tender flesh and gift us your favor!” the mayor went on.

Castor opened his big mouth and laughed heartily, making everyone in the area tremble.

“Foolish humans,” he boomed, “I have no interest in your petty problems, but I will accept your offering. Best of luck!”

With a chuckle he hurried off into the woods, with you tucked in his arms, much faster than anyone could follow, leaving the townsfolk staring after him, their mouths agape.

You peered up at him from around his biceps.

“Y-you’re not going to improve the harvest?” you asked.

“I’m not a god, that’s not within my power,” he snorted, “but I am very happy with their sacrifice.”

He booped you on the nose with one of his claws and you blinked.

“Th-then what are you going to do with me?” you questioned.

A huge smile appeared on his large mouth, exposing his jagged, shiny teeth.

“I’m going to make you my mate and fill you with my babies,” he explained.

Your face blanched and he frowned.

“Don’t be frightened,” he said, a tentacle stroking your head reassuringly, “I’ll take the very best care of you and be very gentle. You are my precious darling. I’m going to dress you in the warmest furs and keep you nice and cozy in my den. While those silly humans starve, scraping around in the dirt, I’m going to make you perfectly plump with the tenderest cuts of meat and the ripest fruits.”

You considered the monster carrying you. He wasn’t exactly handsome in a normal human way, but he did smell nice, a bit like pine and moss, and his tentacles were very gentle. You certainly were in no danger if he was protecting you and being fed by a skilled hunter sounded much better than starving in your village.

“O-okay,” you murmured as another tentacle lightly pinched your cheek, “my name’s (Y/N), what’s your name?”

“Castor,” he said, preening with your interest in him.

“I-I’m flattered you chose me,” you started, “but I’m not sure I’ll make a good mother to your babies.”

A snort escaped his lips and the random tentacles he had wound around your limbs squeezed you just slightly.

“You are sweet and small,” he assured you, “you’ll make a wonderful mother and I’m very responsible. I’ll help you through it. You won’t be alone. We’ll raise our children together…one big happy family.”

While he carried you up the mountain, the snow started to fall silently around you signaling that winter had truly started and as you chatted with him about his life you felt yourself grow more and more relaxed in his warm arms. Finally, the adrenaline from the events of the day draining from you, you drifted off to sleep. When you woke up again, your new life would begin.

#monster fluff #eldritch horror #monsters #monster x reader #monster boyfriend #monster romance #x reader #eldritch oc #eldrichcore #eldritch abomination #monster #monster oc

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angelicguy · 7 months

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all the toons of toonville USA quickly gathered for my funeral. this was the first death that toonville had ever had within its borders, so the processions were brief and crass. many of them did not know what had happened to me, and arrived jovial with gifts and favors to share with one another.

a whole line of red and blue convertibles filled the one lane street that led to my body. since everyone in town knew each other, they engaged in bright lively conversation about all the sweet memories they had of me. my birthday, my bris, my several rushed visits to the toon hospital were all discussed among the townsfolk who shared their popping candies and hot sodas that they had prepared for the celebration.

Cowboy Frito and Juliet Juniper (one of toonvilles hottest couples) brought a boquet of my favorite treats in apparent memory of me. Dr Lollipop and his beau Beauty Bee were especially excited to witness my body, flayed and broken, as they had never seen one before. Fashionista Frida Frizzlemeister was dressed from head to toe in the most dazzling outfit she had, with a black and white photograph of my own head featured as the centerpiece to her famously glitzy bouquet.

gathered in thousands of seats surrounding my thick, red, plastic coffin, the show was finally on the road. despite being delayed a half hour (the felt arms of the pallbearer made it difficult to actually get the dang thing near my ready grave!), the mood was light, as everyone in attendance were best friends. scattered lines of conversation quickly concluded as Pastor Paisley cleared his throat to begin his eulogy- at least he tried! pranks were all the rage in toonville, and who else but Scoots McBuzz would spit a hot wad of greasegum right at him. Paisley, experienced from his many sunday school classes over the years, grabbed his toupee and ducked down-causing the gum to stick right onto my fisher price brand tomb.

a long pause filled the air, followed by bright laughter at such a farce. in fact, all of toonville decided to cover my final resting place in bits of chewed paper, bottlecaps, smile stickers (the lowest form of their complex currency) and all kinds of knick knacks while hollering with laughter. and what could cap off such a good time like a hearty meal? Chef Al LaRonge had prepared a veritable feast for the hungry attendees, who stuffed their mouths with gooey, cheesy pizza, hot pepper patties and classic peanut butter chocolate superbars.

as the sun set, Mayor Megamouth of toonville declared their first funeral a complete success and thanked everyone for being a part of such a touching event. "he knew every one of you, and would have loved to know he caused such a record turnout among the toontopians!" after cheery "hip, hip, hooray!" and a final goodbye towards my flesh, the now urine-soaked coffin was marched straight into the freshly built mausoleum, the only gravesite to be found in the brand new toonville boneyard.

given the limited use of the land, it was eventually folded into the soda treatment plant. over time, my final resting place became stained with the colors and smell of sarsaparilla, caramel, and beetroot. the foundation eventually buckled beneath the sagging heft of the pop-drenched wood that surrounded my now bleached bones on the fourth of july, the sounds of creaking and splintering masked underneath the no-expenses-spared fireworks show. shapes of cakes and pies filled the air as my remains were carried out to the stinking sea.

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timeoutsoup · 1 year

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Dig You A Grave Part 2

(Again thank you for @im-totally-not-an-alien-2 for the prompt. Also shout out to @spoopyspoony for the hilarious tag)

Klarion had succeeded in his mission of obtaining the tome for The Light, but at a heavy cost to himself.

Teekl had emerged from the Mayor’s Mansion having successfully gotten the book, only to be seen by the junior justice babies. They divided their attacks between him and his beloved familiar. In the end he was able to grab the book as he a Teekl were separated by a blast. Deciding to lead the heroes away and return for his beloved feline, Klarion took to the sky. Once he knew it was safe to return, the witch boy began his search for Teekl.

It had been three days and Klarion had not found her yet. Anger and worry clouded his vision, as he continued his search.

The powerful witch boy was getting sick of the light. All they cared about was their stupid plan. They kept the Lord of Chaos on a short leash, gave him rules to follow, and had him run errands, like some servant. And to top it all off none of them had cared the Teekl was missing. Savage had the audacity to tell him to just find a new one, as if that man had any power over him. He decided to find Teekl and then make his decision about the light.

The Day Before

Danny was excited about fostering the cat he found. She was so sweet, and really well trained. He didn’t even know cats could be trained. His parents had let him foster the cat, when he explained how he had stumbled upon her after the ghost fight. Also mentioning how the feline had orange fur, and it reminded him of Jazz, didn’t hurt either.

Sam and Tucker had joined him when he went to the pet store to pick up items for his new house guest.

“What if she doesn’t like anything?” Danny worried.

“Simple we will donate what we can to shelters and local rescues and come back and get different items.” Sam replied as she grabbed a bag of Churu’s off the wall.

“More importantly, since when do you buy meat products?” Tucker asked, raising a brow at Sam.

“While cats are omnivores, they eat mostly meat. Just because I am a vegan doesn’t mean I’m going to make a poor animal suffer and deny it proper nutrition.” Sam replied, giving Tucker a look.

“Huh, I didn’t know that. Maybe I should pick up a book or two on cats while we are here.” Danny said, pushing the cart down the aisle.

If Sam decided her parents should foot the bill after they had tried to replace her favorite combat boots with pastel pink kitten heels, who were the boys to complain about the Manson’s generous donation for this poor, injured kitty. They got everything, wet food, dry food, bowls for food and water, a water fountain bowl, treats in all shapes and sizes, a wool cat cave bed, a cat tree, toy and more.

Once Teekl (she had a collar with her name on the tag) had been released from the vet, which the Manson’s also paid for, Danny took her straight home, hopeful she liked it. He read the book they got and followed the vet’s advice to start by introducing her in a small safe area. The upstairs bathroom was perfect because only he really used it now that Jazz was off at college. Not everything they bought would fit into the bathroom, so Danny made the decision to put the necessities and a few extras. No matter how funny Tock found it he was not putting the cat tree in there. Carpet in the bathroom is disgusting. Just the simple ceramic food and matching water dish, the new litter box, and the shirt he was wearing when he rescued her, on top of an old pillow that smelled like Danny.

Opening the carrier, Danny watched as Teekl walked out, examining her new surroundings. She gave a courteous sniff to the food, took a few laps of water, and then plopped herself down onto her makeshift bed. Confused but happy that she felt comfortable, Danny continued to watch, making sure she was comfortable.

After a few minutes Danny left her to her own to finish settling in, making sure to close the door. Returning to his room to finish setting all the cat supplies up. Placing a bed between his dresser and the wall so she could hide in comfort. The cat tree between his bed and the window, so she can sun herself, as well as use it like steps to get on his bed. The water fountain off to the side, on a rubber mat, and her food bowl near by but not too close. And a basket, holding a variety of toys slide nicely under his bed.

Checking his watch, the young halfa decided to check on his furry little house guest again. Standing up, and turning around, the ghost boy is shocked. There sitting in his doorway, cleaning their paw without a care in the world, is Teekl.

“Well, I guess you’ve adjusted to being here then.” Danny muttered, leaning down to pick up the orange tabby. Surprised that she not only let him pick her up, but began to purr, he turned around and began to how her his room.

By the end of the day Teekl was sunning herself in the last rays of sunlight as Danny finished up his homework for school tomorrow. It was a nice relaxing moment in his hectic life. He began dissociating and didn’t notice the cat in his lap until she began to headbutt his chin. Blinking back to the present Danny looked down and smiled, gently petting the purring feline. He knows that eventually Teekl’s owner will come for her, and he does want her to be returned, but another part of him wants her to stay with him forever.

Waking up to a warm, purring cat on his chest has to be one of the best feelings in the world. Danny doesn’t want this moment to end really. He feels like a normal teenager for the first time in a long while.

Trying not to dwell on the fact that he isn’t normal, the teen gently gets up to start his day. Teekl decides to lay in the warm spot he just left.

Danny dressed quickly, rushing through his morning routine, making sure he had enough time to take care of Teekl before he rushed off. After checking everything, and topping off her food in water, Danny crouched down beside his bed, eye level with the sweet tabby.

“Alright cutie, I have to go to school now. I topped off your food and water. There are plenty of comfy and warm places to take a nap. Stay out of the fridge. I’m pretty sure the hotdogs have overthrown the ham. Also stay out of the basement. It’s dangerous and my parents wouldn’t know lab safety if it bit them.” Danny stated as he rubbed her head.

He stood up. Two rings of bright light engulfed him, and a moment later a teen in a black and white hazmat suit, white hair that seemed to move with no wind, and a pair of glowing green eyes.

“I’ll be back after school.” Danny said with a wave, turning intangible as he rushed off to school.

In his hurry he didn’t notice the glint in feline’s eye as he rushed off to school. Softly jumping down from the bed, she made her way to the door and down the stairs, only stopping for a bit of food and a drink of water.

Teekl would have usually returned as quickly as possible to Klarion, but this time was different. The being that helped her had smelled of death and power, and she was curious, after all she was a cat.

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Danny had made it to school on time for once, and was able to grab some food before class started.

“Wow you're on time for once.” Tucker snickered.

“Yeah, I woke up early to take care of Teeks, and no ghosts, so I also grabbed breakfast.” Danny bragged.

“Teeks? You already gave her a nickname? Danny, you know she’s not your cat.” Sam stated.

“I know. It’s just a nickname, don't worry.” Danny replied as he turned toward the board as the bell range.

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By lunch Danny was bored and missed Teekl. His idea of sneaking out and checking on her during lunch got thrown out as his ghost sense went off. Lunch Lady was back and had taken over the cafeteria. Ducking for cover behind an overturned table, he peered out to a scene that made his blood run cold.

“No animals in the cafeteria!” Shrieked the ghost, hurling meat at an orange tabby. “Get out now or I’ll turn you into meatloaf.”

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Klarion had been flying around for hours searching for his familiar and he had finally tracked her down to a school. Racing down the hall, dodging fleeing teenagers, he finally reached a set over double doors, flung them open and was shocked by the scene in front of him.

The black-haired teen, who had asked him out during his fight with Young Justice was standing on a pile of meat, holding his beloved familiar, and wielding what looked like a thermos that was sucking up a ghost wearing a hair net. A truly chaotic site to behold.

After capping the strange device, the interesting blue-eyed boy turns to the remaining occupants of the room and opened his mouth.

“I have only had Teekl for a day and a half, but if anything happened to her, I thermos everyone in this room, and then myself.”

#danny phantom #dc x dp #dp x dc #danny fenton #dp x dc prompt #dpxdc #klarion #chaoticspirit #danny and klarion friendship #klarion dc #klarion danny #klarion the witch boy #part 2 #Dig You A Grave

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sweaterweatherever · 1 year

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Can you do something for Nevermore!Tyler where he is kind of an ass to everyone except for his s/o?

This thing of ours (Tyler Galpin x Reader)

Pairing: Tyler Galpin x AFAB Reader.

A/N: Roald Dahl, anyone? Also, who is manipulating who? Who picked the other one? You tell me. Yes, I know I said tomorrow but I couldn't help myself. Here, the Manipulative Reader x Manipulative Tyler

Warnings: Smut. Vaginal unprotected sex. Innocence kink if you squint. Cursing. Manipulation, from both parties. Writer running with the request and doing what she wants. AGED UP CHARACTERS. Toxic, don’t try at home. Corruption kink, maybe (Reader gets manipulative slowly, maybe Tyler rubs on her?)

Requested: Yes. I am so sorry. I don’t know why I’m like this. I see the request, I get it started just as they specify, and then I start asking questions. If you don’t like it, I can redirect you to Sweet and Sour, which has Tyler treating the reader right. See my pinned post for it. Maybe I will write something more fitting later. Tag requested: @ajaxisbae

Getting a bad reputation at Jericho was awfully easy. Do you know the saying about small towns? Yeah, Jericho was like that. Everyone knew each other, who were the outcasts, who were the stoners, who was the mayor’s son, and of course, the sheriff. It didn’t help, Tyler had a story of acting up. First, with the death of his mother and bootcamp, then a short period of time of acting like a normal member of the community and then the murders. The sheriff son, an outcast, and a murderer? When he finally got back from his court mandated time in a mental health facility, with loads of therapy to look forward to, he didn’t even need to try. His reputation was already forged, so he got to just lay back in the bed he had already made. Why keep trying when everyone would be perpetually questioning his motives?

And so, when he got shipped off to Nevermore, he didn’t bother with the facade. Wednesday glared daggers at him in any hallway, her friends looked at him with a mix of pity and disgust. Turns out, the whole group was pretty influential on their year, so whatever Tyler did, if they didn’t approve, the rest of Nevermore wouldn’t. If this was happening months ago, Tyler might try to manipulate them again, get in their good graces, so the rest would fall back in line. But he was sure he couldn’t get Wednesday to fall for his tricks ever again.

So, he embraced his asshole reputation, the fearsome, unrepentant murderer one. And it was good, for a while. Until you showed up.

“Can I sit here?” A timid, meek voice asked. As always, he was the only one who was sitting alone, and he liked it that way. If it were for him, Tyler was going to finish his education and get the fuck away from Nevermore and Jericho. His plan was to get into a college far enough, possibly in a sunnier state, and for that, he needed to focus, not to make friends.

“Fuck off.” He answered, without lifting his head. He was setting up his notes for history class, already thinking of maybe recording it because the teacher talked way too fast.

“Is anyone sitting next to you?” The voice insisted, this time sounding more frustrated. “I’m new and this is the only free seat.”

At that, Tyler lifted his gaze and saw the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She was wearing the standard Nevermore uniform, in the purple color. But there was something about her that made her glow, and it wasn’t a physical trait. She had kind eyes, and pretty blush on her cheeks, but overall she made him think about the Roald Dahl quote, a person with good thoughts can never be ugly.

That was the deal with this girl, good thoughts shone out of her face, making her look lovely. Even embarrassed and frustrated at his outburst, she met his eyes with a tentative smile.

“Sit down, then.” Tyler offered, feeling much like the asshole everyone said he was. His own reaction was odd... Why did he feel so pulled to you?

“Thank you.” You answered, stiffly. Seemingly unable to contain himself, Tyler pushed his notes towards you.

“Here.” He said. “You can take a look, so you aren’t so lost. Name’s Tyler, by the way.” Kindness was something he was rusty in, but for you, he was willing to try.

“Y/N” You looked at him, and slowly sat down. The way you were keeping an eye on his hands told him you were familiar with bullying and expecting to get pushed or made fun of at any moment. That made rage boil in his chest. How could someone do anything bad to an angel like you?

“Sorry about before. I’m an asshole.” He said. You nodded and got to work on reading his notes. Your distrust in him was clear, and so, he decided it was time to go back to his usual stunts.

The key to a good manipulation is this: Do it carefully. Do it slowly. If you are a wolf among sheep, even if you are focused on the most special one, you don’t attack fast and hard, sending the others into a panic. No. You watch first, and approach slowly.

Turns out, pretty things like yourself get warned off about the monster sitting next to them in class. It’s Enid, the one who gets picked to do it. She is the sweetest out of all of them, the friendly, approachable one. If Tyler ever hurts you, you might choose not to approach scary Wednesday, afraid of being laughed at. Or awkward Ajax, who is a boy and not much to look at in terms of a defender.

“Y/N, right?” She asks, when you are out by the quad, exploring the place. “I’m Enid!”

“Hi,” You smile back, shyly. As an introvert, you don’t have a lot of experience making friends, and in your previous school you had floundered around until an extroverted adopted you. You hope Enid is the one to do it.

“Look, I… I run a gossip blog for the school, so I know a lot of stuff. You don’t want to be near Tyler, he is bad news.”

“Tyler?” You ask, feigning confusion. You feel silly. Of course, she doesn’t want to be your friend, she is just trying to warn you. And sure, the boy was rude, but is she implying it will hurt your popularity or something? Who cares about that? You feel sick to your stomach. Nevermore is more similar than you thought to your previous schools, it still has teenagers, drama and power plays. This was supposed to be a place in which you would be safe, you would feel at home, finally not an outcast. And if you obey to Enid, you could. You could make some popular friends and finally be liked. But it doesn’t sit right with you.

“Yeah, he… He is done some pretty nasty stuff.” She whispers to you. “You know about the murders?” And how could you not know, when it had been the first thing that popped up when you googled Nevermore? You had read all about it, how the records had been sealed because the perpetrator was still a minor at the time and not in his right mind.

“It was him?”

“Yeah, look, stay clear of him. He is dangerous. It’s for your own safety.” Enid insists.

“I don’t think what you are doing is fair.” It slips out before you can contain it. You squeeze your eyes shut, now you feel idiotic. You can tell by the expression on Enid’s face that you have blown any chance of a friendship with her.

“He could hurt you, and he is so… so nasty!” Enid complained. You kept quiet, the so could you unspoken. Gossip blog? Really? Were you supposed to take her seriously after that?

So, you go straight to the source.

“Tyler, hi.” You hate what you are doing, heart beating wildly in your chest. But it isn’t right, what they are doing with him. Warn off anyone who even talks to Tyler?

“Hi.” He smiles at you, and you know his kindness is going to run out once he figures what exactly do you want. You wring your hands in front of you, anxiously. Your cheeks heat up. What you are about to ask is so rude, you fear he will snap at you.

“Did you kill all those people?” Even if you whisper the question, it still feels loud, the words echoing in your ears. You can’t take it back, but how you wish you could. Tyler face falls, brows furrowing together.

“Yes. That is what they told you?” He asks, and you physically recoil. So, it’s true, Tyler is a murderer. The thought doesn’t compute in your head. Sure, he can be brash, and he isn’t the friendliest, but nothing about him screamed homicidal maniac at the first glance. You don’t want to believe it. Still, you flinch. At your sudden move, his expression gets sadder, and you feel the urge to console him, to touch him, pull him into a hug. Anything to get that look off his face. Tyler’s eyes are wet, mouth curled in a grimace that screams pain.

“I… I…” For the first time in your life, you are speechless. What do you say to him? You grab his hands in between yours, trying to calm him down.

“No.” He says, pulling out of your grasp. You don’t dare follow him. “We aren’t even friends, we sat together in one class. Go. I don’t need your pity.”

“But…” He is right, of course. In the end, you are strangers, tied together by a silly twist of fate. It just happened you were the new student, and he was the only one sitting by himself. It could have been Enid, or any other person in the classroom. A coincidence. It didn’t matter. But you wanted to help him, and didn’t understand why the rest didn’t try. He was hurting! Couldn’t the rest of Nevermore see that? Besides, aggravating the mass murderer wasn’t really the path to a long, healthy life. Your heart hurt for him. He must be lonely, after all of this. And surely, if he really were so terrible, they wouldn’t have him here, right?

“Yes. I killed all those people, I enjoyed it. But I was manipulated to be that way, I was drugged and fucking assaulted. There. Your morbid curiosity is fulfilled. Any other gory details you want of the worst time in my life?” Tyler spits out, hands coming to tangle in his hair. He seems on the verge of crying from frustration. In a move neither of you are expecting, you advance the steps that separate you from him, until your bodies are flush with each other, and you wrap your arms around him. Tyler tenses at first, whole body going rigid. Then, he sighs and melts in your embrace, hands coming to hold you back hesitantly.

You keep hugging him, unaware of the smile he is pressing against your hair. You are naive, and shy, and oh so focused on doing the right thing, that if you probably noticed, you would excuse it as a friendly smile. Tyler knows the truth, he knows himself. It’s the smile of the predator that plays with his prey just before eating it.

He can’t tell when he loses his control. At first, he is nice to you because you are sweet and pretty, and he wants to ruin you. You are also kind and help him feel less lonely. Tyler knows that. He is trying to get you to fall for him, not because he likes you, but because it is convenient, and he hopes to own you. You are perfect. Perfect for him to ruin.

He does it slowly, going from standoffish to sweet, but finds it harder and harder to be mean, especially when you look up at him, all wide eyes and innocent smile. So, he tests himself. One day, when you are excitedly explaining the essay you are writing, he tries treating you like he does to any other outcast.

“…And here, the teacher said I could…”

“Will you shut up?!” Tyler says, and it’s still softer than he would say to Wednesday or Kent. But your eyes get wet at the harsh tone, blinking to keep the tears away. There is an embarrassed look on your face, like a child scorned. You feel silly, ranting at him about your homework when he is clearly in a bad mood.

Tyler can’t stand it, the sadness in your beautiful eyes. He gets up from his chair, his homework forgotten. He kneels in front of you and grabs your hands in his.

“Sorry. Sorry.” It feels like his heart is being ripped off his chest, with the way your lower lip is trembling. Tyler knows then he is fucked. He would do anything to wipe the expression off your face. If someone told him a year ago he would be on his knees, begging for a girl’s forgiveness, he would have laughed. Hell, if someone told him that months ago, he would have never believed it. Tyler kisses your knuckles, one by one, uncaring you are in the library, where everyone can see. “I… I didn’t mean to snap at you…” The lies taste bitter on his tongue. What if he stopped trying to manipulate you, would you stay? The idea makes something flutter in his stomach. “I was just… I was having a bad day, but I’ll make it up to you.” He presses a kiss to your knuckles one last time, sneaking a glance to your face. The flush on your cheeks is still embarrassed, but you seem taken with the way he has been pressing kisses to your hands. There is a delighted little smile fighting to appear.

You card a hand through his hair. Tyler sighs, head tilting, offering more of himself to be pet. He is touch starved. You had noticed that when you hugged him the first time, and vowed to try to give him as much affection as he needed. He never notices the way you smile during those times, how much you like this power at your fingertips. One smile from you and Tyler melts.

Then, he starts to slowly spiral. His attraction to you had been instant, but he had been able to act as he pleased. Now, he is losing himself into you, and it’s scary. Most things he does, he does because it will bring a smile to your face.

“Here.” He says, pressing a kiss to your cheek and sliding a bar of chocolate towards you. It’s your favorite because Tyler pays attention. He wants to know everything about you. He ignores the odd looks that the rest of your classmates are giving him. So, what if he wasn’t in AP Lit as you were? You didn’t have breakfast, and you needed to eat. “Promise me at lunch you will eat real food.”

You smile up at him, totally charmed. Tyler preens under your gaze. Someone makes a retching sound. You look in that direction, and Tyler does, too. He doesn’t like it when your attention isn’t on him, he likes it less when you frown.

Tyler presses a kiss to your forehead, glaring until the guy almost pisses his pants. He is careful, so you don’t see his expression. He knows you don’t like him being an asshole to everyone, and so, he tries to be on his best behavior. It’s hard, but so worth it.

You are waiting for Tyler at a booth, hands placed lightly on your lap. You had begun dragging him out to Jericho more and more, determined to take the town for exposure therapy at his presence. At first, the whispers had been loud, but now it had reduced to two voices, one not so convinced.

You know Yoko, Enid, and Wednesday are following you every time you go into town, at the later request. But the first two seem much more unconvinced about it when the days keep passing and no murder happens. They get sloppy about it, uncaring you hear them converse.

“Ugh, what’s up with him?” Yoko says, and you heard the tell-tale sound of someone sitting down. “Not even in AP Lit, and still fucking terrifying. I don’t know what the girl has, but please, girlie, share.”

“I think it is cute. Tyler looks at her like she hung the moon, and at the rest of us… like he wants to skins us alive. “ At hearing that, you can’t help but smile. You will train Tyler out of glaring at other people, given enough time. But for now, it is enough. You like being the only one. Tyler is cute, sweet and very eager to make you happy. You can’t help but be attracted to him.

“I don’t believe it for a second.” Wednesday glowers, from her spot in the booth.

“He is in love! Maybe he is reformed!” Enid says, and you don’t need to turn around to know she must be smiling. She enjoys the whole thing too much, being the first of the trio to cease her distrust. “For love, how romantic!”

“Or perhaps she is manipulating him…” Wednesday eyes the way Tyler runs to get you a coffee and insists on covering the bill. You aren’t as good as him at hiding your satisfied smile at how taken he looks. But Tyler is oblivious enough to take it for a besotted look. “Maybe the Hyde has a new master.”

“And good riddance to the old one!” You say, under your breath, and go help Tyler with the drinks. You reward his efforts with a kiss to his cheek.

Slowly, you start spending more time together. This fantasy you are both living in, it’s fun. You like the way he looks at you, the way he presses kisses to your cheeks or puts your hands on the sleeves of his sweater when you are cold. It feels like some old romance movie, and Tyler swears he is the one doing all the wooing, he is the Danny to your Sandy. He doesn’t realize you have him right where you want him.

People talk. Of course, they do. When you first start to drift closer and closer, the whispers are mostly like Enid’s. Concerned. You are such a quiet little thing, shy, friendless, new. Is he taking advantage? Tyler wonders so himself, beating himself over the fact he enjoys this manipulation, how he doesn’t regret it. After all, he can play the good guy like no one else, with the “Aw, shucks” routine and the shy smiles, the charming whispers in your ears. Fooling you is easy, or so he thinks because you are a romantic at heart, like every girl. Who doesn’t like the bad boy who is willing to be good just for you?

Sure, maybe he didn’t fool Wednesday Addams, but he can have you. You lack her suspicious nature, you are warm and trust too easily. You wouldn’t try to even lift a taser. That tiny pair of hands, the delicate wrists? He can tell you have never thrown a punch in your life, nor done any heavy lifting. No, you weren’t at all like Wednesday.

You are on your knees, painting tiny flowers on the art project you both are working on. This time, you didn’t even have to ask, it was given you were doing it together. Your tongue pokes between your teeth in concentration, hands stained with paint. Tyler watches, mesmerized by how you look on your knees.

“Fucking hair…” You say, pushing back a strand with your wrist.

“Quite a mouth on you, sweetheart.” But he crawls towards you, and grabs your hair in a loose ponytail. Your breath hitches, barely, but Tyler hears anyway. His senses, the Hyde, are so finely tuned to you, it’s scary. Even the smallest changes don't go unnoticed.

He can’t help but test this newfound power of his, pushing, always pushing. He tugs a little harsher at your hair, and your head follows the movement, neck extended in a tantalizing curve, and he wants to bite you so bad… His eyes track the way your glossy lips part, almost into a groan, but even if your body is tense as a bow, you don’t pull away.

“What are you doing?” You ask, slightly out of breath.

“Fixing this.” He comments, and your eyes flutter closed. You like having your hair played with, he has noticed. Tyler wonders what kind of sound he could pull from your lips if he was actually trying. The thought is too much, and so, he gets up, and walks towards your vanity. He needs to clear his head. This feeling of spiraling, of losing control, this Tyler doesn’t like. “Where are your hair ties?”

He tells himself not to worry. Maybe he is actually falling in love with you, but you are right there with him too. Perhaps Tyler fell first, but you are falling harder. He can tell. It’s all in the way you blush when his thumb brushes your cheekbone, how you sigh when he hugs you, hands going lower and lower each time. There is no resistance, you are surrendering.

You weren’t fooling Wednesday Addams, either, obviously. When the whispers go from concerned to admirative, the rest of the school seeing how good Tyler was for you and how you have changed him for the better, she glares. Wednesday can tell you are manipulating Tyler right back. Possibly, so does the rest of Nevermore because it’s obvious to everyone with eyes he worships the ground you walk on. So, what if the guy is an asshole? He is head over heels for you. Tyler doesn’t really care, too busy simpering for your attention. You have become his whole world. You don’t ask, but you know, you know, he would kill for you.

It’s almost like you are already dating, really. Every free moment is spent with each other, you are in his clothes more often than not. It's such a fun game, you can’t help but be charmed. Your legs tangle together, hands grasping at each other desperately, but you know, you know he won’t kiss you. Not yet. You realize this early on.

This time, you are sitting on the dock, bare feet submerged in the water. You are wearing a nice lip tint, that makes your lips pop just so. You had decided today was the day you got him to kiss you, it's the next step in this play of yours. There is something about him that makes you want to own him, even if everyone in this school knows he is your boy. It’s not enough. You want him completely, eyes only in you.

“I think… If my mother hadn’t died, I would have still… You know.” He doesn’t meet your eyes at that confession. You frown, you don’t like him sad. He is not fun that way. If he will be broken, you will be the one to do it, not some stupid redheaded woman with a vendetta and a town full of hypocrites.

You take his hand, squeezing encouragingly. You like him sharing secrets, all shy and sheepish.

“I don’t believe in destiny. But some things… I sometimes wonder if they are fixed points in time, things that need to happen.” You answer, carefully eyeing his reaction. Tyler remains calm, one of his hands coming to your jaw, tilting your face up, so the moonlight illuminates your features.

Tyler can smell fear. The Hyde can, he enjoys it, revels in it. There is none coming from you at his confession, and it makes him feel better. Currently, he has the upper hand. Now he knows if he were to kill again, you would cover up for him without being asked. You would do anything for him.

So, he thinks he is manipulating you. It’s cute, in a way. You would have stayed without it, just for him, but this makes it way more interesting, raising the stakes in a way that has your blood pumping in all sorts of good ways. Tyler himself is awfully cute and smart, and you like the way he is playing along with this cat and mouse game of yours. But you know, you have to be the one to kiss him. He needs to feel more in control, and so, you are willing to accept losing this battle, in exchange for winning the war. And so, you plan it the perfect way of showing everyone he is yours.

You wait for a cloudy day, at lunchtime. You have dressed lightly, on purpose.

“I’m cold.” You complain, tugging your sleeves over your hands. It’s a familiar routine, you have it practically rehearsed. Any moment now, he is going to offer you either a hug or his jacket.

“Why do you always forget to wear a jacket, sweetheart? At this point, I think I’m doing more bad than good, spoiling you…” Tyler complains, but as always, he takes his jacket off, placing it over your shoulders.

“But you like spoiling me.” You pout to him, ignoring the disbelieving look the whole quad is giving you. No one gets away with giving Tyler attitude, hell, no one gets away with talking to Tyler except you.

“Or you just like wearing my jackets.” He teases, hoping to make you blush. You do because he is good at it, and pairs the remark with a genial chuck under your chin. You might be the one in control, but you are weak for this boy.

“Or… I just like you.” You say, looking at him from beneath your lashes. Tyler mouths open and closes in surprise, the faintest trace of pink appearing on his cheeks. Before he can retaliate, you press a chaste kiss to his lips and sprint away.

Tyler laughs, loud and sweet, and gives chase. He is much like a golden retriever, always willing to run you down. You shouldn’t find it endearing, but you do. He thinks he is this sort of big predator, a wolf, but he has fallen for the trap of domesticity. Tyler finally caughts up with you near the dorms, pining you to the wall and peppering your face with kisses. You laugh, then, with genuine excitement. You wonder if you too are falling for the trap of domesticity.

So, you are a thing now. Boyfriend and girlfriend. Things… Things don’t change much, there is more kissing and touching, but Tyler doesn’t press you to make things more intimate. He genuinely cares about you, and you don’t know what to make of it. You care about him too, you might be falling for him.This is a time bomb, not a relationship. And you know it is going to explode in the most delicious way.

It all comes to a head when you start having sex. This is nice, you guess. Tyler is careful, but you know he wants to do more than just fuck you slowly and lovingly into the mattress. The hunger in his eyes mirrors yours. He fucks you well, but it’s lacking. It’s like something you would do to like, the wife you don’t love after thirty years of marriage. It lacks passion. This isn’t what you two are.

“Okay.” You say, the next time he thrusts into you, whole body tense and not from pleasure but from containing himself. You can tell, by the way his jaw ticks, how his eyes darken when he looks at you. He wants to ruin you, but he doesn’t think he is allowed. “Tyler, babe, this is not working.”

He freezes, pulling away from you and plopping down on the bed.

“Are you okay? What do you mean?” Tyler is genuinely concerned. You don’t know if you were that good at wrapping him around your little finger, or he is in love with you for you. You don’t care. Second guessing is half the fun. Besides, he is yours either way, either by force or out of his own free will.

“I mean that I need you to throw me around a little, choke me if you can.” At that, Tyler makes a face, mouth dropping open a little in an expression that is of real surprise. He seats on the bed, next to you. You don’t bother covering your nudity, or even closing your legs. If things go your way, and they will because you have worked hard at this, it’s nothing but a brief pause.

“I don’t understand.” He states, looking at you with eyes so big it’s almost funny.

“Oh, don’t play coy now.” You take one of his hands and press it against your throat. It fits you perfectly, like a beloved collar. His fingers tense up on instinct, bruising you in the most wonderful way. “I know you want to.” You singsong. Tyler stares, and dumbly comes to stand back between your legs.“What, you really thought I was going to buy your act?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” Tyler deflects, but his face tells another story. There is hunger there, some fear too, but also delight. Almost like he wanted to be caught.

“This is getting old really fast, Ty. Look, let’s get this over with. You tried to manipulate me. I manipulated you. None of it was real, or maybe it was the most elaborate courting ritual ever. Whatever. Now, will you fuck me like you mean it, or are you going to keep pretending to be something you aren’t?” His face goes from surprised, to doubtful and then anger. It seems like he doesn’t like the idea of being manipulated, like it’s only okay when he does it. Tyler was still angling for the upper hand, even if you discovered him. Oh, he is perfect. Perfect for you.

“So you aren’t as innocent as I thought.” Tyler thrusts back in, with a smooth flex and roll of his hips. It’s not soft, nor considerate. Your mouth falls open at the stretch, even wet as you are, the intrusion is sudden, and it stings a little. This time he isn’t pulling any punches. No. He grabs you by the jaw, forcing your lips to pucker together and making you look like a fish. His grip is bruising. “Answer me.”

“What do you want me to say?” You can barely ask. Finally, you think, this is more like it. He thrusts harder into you, making you whimper.

“You are a real bitch, did you know?” Tyler noses at your jaw, licks a line to your earlobe. You give a little, desperate pant. It’s animalistic, this thing of yours.

“Well, I don’t see you complaining.” You laugh, clenching around him. Tyler bites at the juncture of your neck and shoulder, hard enough to make you gasp. You start to think maybe you bit more than you can chew with him, hips snapping harshly against yours. You try to pull away, and he grabs your wrists, forces your legs more open.

“Don’t you see?” He asks, pinching at your nipple until you cry out and kick half-heartedly at him, back arching, brain so fuzzy you don’t know if you want to pull away from his touch or pull closer, closer, until you merge into one person. “Love is like this, for people like us.”

The admission is sweet, so sweet, you never want this to end. You muster your strength and buck up against him, turning you, so you are the one who is on top. He is going to give you hell after, but you don’t care. He is finally yours. Completely.

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HL Fic Library 🩷 Meet Cute Fics

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🩷 You Make Lovin' Fun by @homosociallyyours {E, 109k}

Harry is a 28 year old travel writer at a gay magazine who gets the assignment to go a lesbian cruise. She figures it's a nice chance to have some fun in the sun, but she's not expecting much else-- even if her partner and best friend are both encouraging her to hook up with someone while she's there.

When she locks eyes with a gorgeous silver fox from across the room, she starts to think she could've been wrong. There are lots of things standing in the way of anything real happening with her and Louis, but that doesn't stop them from falling for one another. True love isn't always easy, but they do make lovin' fun.

🩷 Quiet People Have the Loudest Minds by @2tiedships2 {M, 38k}

Broadway shows were one of the few things that could keep Louis’ attention for a full two hours without needing to move about. But not tonight.

The alpha next to him was both infuriating him and practically turning him on at the same time. He needed to leave. The alpha, that is. Louis was staying.

Or the one where Louis is a nonverbal omega who has accepted the fact that he will never find an alpha that will treat him as an equal. On the other hand, he’s never met anyone like Harry.

🩷 hymns for restless stars by @turnyourankle {E, 37k}

Every Holiday season Louis has his pupils write down their Christmas wishes for class. He's read almost every wish under the sun, but one girl's wish takes him by surprise. It's for her uncle not to be alone anymore. It's not a wild wish by any means, but Louis had no idea that former teen idol Harry Styles was lonely in the first place.

🩷 From the Start by @allwaswell16 {E, 32k}

Louis has no idea that one act of kindness will cause his life to spiral out of control. But that's what happens when his new friend fake proposes to him and a video of it goes viral.

🩷 On This Winter's Night by @reminiscingintherain {T, 27k}

When a random bloke offers his lap for a seat on a busy bus in December, Louis' Christmas ends up being much different, and far less lonely than he was expecting.

🩷 What Side Of Love Are You On? by @fallinglikethis {T, 25k}

Ever since Harry finally made the decision to come out to his mother as bisexual, she’s been foisting women on him left and right, determined it’s just a phase. But when she puts out a personal ad to find the perfect partner for her son, things really get complicated. Suddenly, Harry’s heart is being pulled in two very different directions. On one side is the sweet, caring woman he has fun with, but doesn’t know his mother chose for him. On the other is a man who seems to be his mother’s worst nightmare, but makes Harry’s heart flutter in ways he’s never felt before. When all is said and done, maybe they’ll all learn that when there is no clear path to go down, the best option is to follow your heart.

A Because I Said So Au with a bisexual twist.

🩷 A Road To Something Better by @taggiecb {E, 25k}

Louis Tomlinson, famous romance novelist, has just had the rug pulled out from under his feet when his boyfriend leaves him without notice. What's the most appropriate response to this? Move a thousand miles away and seclude himself in a tiny lake town, of course. But nothing is as he expects it to be in the very best way, especially not the handsome mayor of McAll, Idaho.

🩷 Naked & Proud by kiwikero / @icanhazzalou {E, 18k}

The town itself is tiny, as evidenced by the ten minutes it’s taken Louis to drive the entire thing. There’s not a single recognisable brand in sight—no Tesco or McDonald’s or even a bloody Starbucks. Lining the streets instead are mom and pop stores with names like ‘Jerry’s Burgers’ and ‘The Market Basket’ and…

“'Naked & Proud?'” Louis almost slams on the brakes at the outlandish sign, the name written in a seemingly innocent font, words curved around a large cartoon peach. He can’t help turning into the carpark, easing the car into a spot next to a beat up truck.

He isn’t sure what to make of it. Surely it isn’t a strip joint or sex shop, not with the families and little old ladies going in and out of the establishment. Some kind of nudist hangout, perhaps?

And, oh, God. Did Louis’ mother accidentally send him to live in a nudist colony?

In which Harry runs an organic store, not a nudist colony, and Louis doesn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed.

🩷 Single Bells Ring by nonsensedarling / @absoloutenonsense {M, 16k}

A holiday singles event is not where Louis wants to be tonight, but there he is, helping his best friend find love. Just as Louis is settling in, ready to have a terrible time, he meets the fittest alpha he’s ever come across.

🩷 love so soft, you ain’t had nothing softer (series) by @neondiamond {E, 15k}

Louis is an Alpha with an odd obsession for gummy bears. Harry is an Omega who makes friends a little too easily. They meet on the bus.

🩷 Breathe me in, breathe me out by @lunarheslwt {G, 14k}

Louis was just passing the autumn collection, when an unfamiliar but addicting scent tickled his nose. Cinnamon. He turned as he realised something. He felt calm. Relaxed. The permanent agitation that he carried was melting away the more he breathed in the scent, as faint as it was. Consumed by the crazed desire to seek out the specific candle, Louis began picking up candles and sniffing them madly, when a deep voice piped up, startling him. “Uh, sir, we don’t allow candle fetishists in here.” Louis froze mid sniff in mortification. Willing himself to not blush, he turned, a retort at the tip of his tongue. Except, it died in his throat as he took in the man before him. “I uh,” Louis blurted out accidentally, temporarily rendered speechless by the frankly unfairly beautiful man before him. Only at the man’s grin widening did he regain his wits. “You’re gonna kink shame me?”

Or, Louis is drawn into a quaint candle shop in his desire to find ways to soothe himself while struggling with touch depri. It takes him two more run-ins and with the lovely alpha sales assistant, and a drop, to figure out the source of the scent that imprints upon him and calms his omega. Idiots to lovers

🩷 Far Afield by QuickedWeen��/ @becomeawendybird {T, 11k}

Harry Styles is a witch who owns the best flower shop in Manchester. Lottie Tomlinson is planning her wedding, and brings her brother along to her first appointment. Both men have been having a bad day and sparks fly.

🩷 The Art of the Giants by asphodelknox / @iamasphodelknox {G, 10k}

Louis is dancing away from an old relationship when he meets Harry at a bookstore in the busy streets of Seattle. Harry is just a bookstore owner hoping his handsome weekly visitor could become something more.

🩷 All Shook Up by @littleroverlouis {T, 9k}

Memphis, Tennessee is looking to crown the Ultimate Elvis Tribute artist. A majority of the contestants are content to shake their hips on stage, but singer-songwriter Harry is taking it more seriously. He is confident his voice and charisma will send him straight through to the finals.

He is already polishing his crown before even setting foot on stage, until he meets a fellow competitor. Louis is talented, charming, and a natural born performer. He commands the stage— and Harry's attention.

Harry has his eye on the prize and the Ultimate title, but what happens when someone becomes the ultimate prize?

🩷 The Way to My Heart by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13 {T, 6k}

Louis' having a bit of a dry spell, until he bumps into an attractive alpha in the supermarket and leaves with his number. It was a hard bump. Very... muscular.

The only problem is, said alpha asks Louis to cook for him - which is not exactly his skill set.

🩷 Only Reason by @letsjustsee {NR, 5k}

“We are so lucky to have with us one of the leading experts on beekeeping in the modern age, Dr. Louis Draper.” No. No, no, no… “I know I speak for many of us when I say that this man’s books have guided our practice, or helped us get started,” Harry continued, and Louis watched as the crowd nodded their heads in agreement. Oh shit. No. What? No. But then Harry was gesturing towards him, saying “Dr. Draper?” into the microphone, the crowd was applauding, and Louis found himself walking up the stairs to the stage.

Or, Louis is most definitely smitten with Harry from the second he sees him, but he is also most definitely not the world's foremost expert on beekeeping. He decides to roll with it anyway.

🩷 Unplant by @hellolovers13 {M, 4k}

Please do not disturb my plant She needs 2 hours of sunlight a day and I live in a sunless flat I’ll be back to collect her soon Thank you and stay well.

or Louis should've looked where he was going, then he wouldn't have to desperately try to save a little flower now.

🩷 Validation by @lululawrence {NR, 3k}

“Hey, how are you?” Harry asked. He’d found that sometimes just a smile and a kind face was all that was needed to brighten someone’s day.

“Oh, uhm. I’m alright. Can you validate me?”

Harry chuckled inwardly, but decided to go ahead and take him literally.

Or the one where Harry worked in a parking garage and he totally didn’t mean for this, the whole validation of people as well as their parking tickets, to become a thing. It just kinda...did.

🩷 more than that by @nouies {NR, 3k}

Harry looks for the best bread in France. He finds Louis.

🩷 an honest mistake by @disgruntledkittenface {NR, 2k}

“You look different when you’re not covered in come,” he blurts out, immediately regretting each and every life choice that has led to this exact moment. Elevator Guy is going to hate him.

Louis has ridden the elevator with his neighbor all week. The first time they speak, there’s a misunderstanding.

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Hey I was wondering if you'd be willing to write a Larissa weems X reader (smut with a corruption/marking kink). R is a new teacher and is very young (19-21) but is very smart and passionate about what they teach. The only issue is that due to them dedicating so much time and effort to completing their studies early it means they didn't have the typical college/highschool experience.

Larissa somehow discovers r is a virgin and makes it her life's mission to being the one who takes their virginity. Larissa starts flirting with r more which leaves r a stuttering/blushing mess. Eventually they both get what they desire and Larissa is patient letting r try both being the bottom and top. Featuring some nice cuddling afterwards where Larissa whispers to r that their hers and only hers.

Hers and Only Hers

thank you so much for the request, anon! i'm so sorry it took me so long to write this, the past weeks have been a bit busy and i wanted to do it justice. i hope the wait was worth it <;3 it also got a bit long, oops. ao3 link in title, as always.

warnings/content: nsfw/smut (oral, fingering), corruption kink, marking kink, bit of fluff and cuddling, age gap (teacher!reader is 20)

words: ~4.5k

tags for those who may be interested: @afeatherformills @sapphicsbeloved @scumppa @zephyr-is-tired

Back in school you had always been top of your class, skipping several grades before you had even made it to high school. Thanks to this, you had been able to finish college well before many of your friends had even started, and applied for an open position as the botanical sciences teacher at Nevermore Academy. You’d assumed that being 20 years old and barely older than some of the students would be an obstacle, but apparently you’d made such a good impression on the principal, Larissa Weems, that you’d been hired on the spot.

Your first few weeks at Nevermore had been nice, for the most part. You love being in the greenhouse, working with the plants. Your coworkers are welcoming and treat you like a daughter. Even the students seem to be warming up to you nicely.

But then there is Principal Weems. The woman who somehow manages to turn you into a stuttering mess whenever you see her. A tall, statuesque woman with silvery curls, cerulean eyes, lips always painted a shade of bright red to match her manicure. A woman whose smile always reaches her eyes, making your stomach do backflips whenever it’s directed towards you, bringing a blush to your cheeks and filling your dreams at night. It seems you’ve developed a bit of a crush on your boss.

Larissa is just heading out of her office to meet with Mayor Walker, blazer slung over her arm and keys jingling in her hand, as she hears your voice carry into her rooms from the hallway outside. Her ears perk up in spite of herself, she has been intrigued by you from the moment she first laid eyes on you. She had been impressed with you from the first time she’d seen your resume - such high academic qualifications at such a young age - and since having you on her staff, she had realized just how sweet, genuine and kind you were. She had to admit she was developing quite the soft spot for you.

“Keep your voice down,” she hears you hiss. “The last thing I need is for the students to hear you, I feel like they already barely respect me as it is.”

The voice of another teacher interrupts your own. “Aw come on, that’s not true, they love you! But Jesus, you really haven’t slept with anyone? Ever?”

Larissa feels an unexplained warmth in her cheeks, pressing her ear to the door as your voices drift away down the hall.

“No, I’m a virgin, okay!” Larissa can hear the annoyance and defeat in your voice. “I guess I was just always more focused on school than dating or anything like that.”

Your voice fades into nothingness as you and your coworker round the corner.

Larissa slumps back against the door, hands dropping to her side, instinctively crossing her legs and squeezing her thighs together for friction as a wetness pools between the apex of her legs.

You are a virgin. Of course you are. Larissa can’t explain it but the thought makes her core ache with desire. A low chuckle escapes her lips. You’re too sweet, too innocent. Suddenly a million thoughts fill her head: she imagines her lips on your neck, covering you in marks to show the world she’s claimed you as her own. She imagines showing you what you’ve been missing this whole time, taking your precious innocence, revealing to you the feeling of true ecstasy, making you writhe in pleasure beneath her.

Her lips quirk up in a smile, a plan forming in her mind. She was going to have you - and Larissa Weems always got what she wanted.

Shit. You slept through your alarm that morning and if you didn’t hurry, you’d be late to your first lesson of the day. You practically fly down the hallway, dodging several groups of students, and skid around a corner when you suddenly collide with something solid and fall back. You close your eyes, bracing yourself for the impact that is sure to come, but it never does. Instead, you feel a pair of strong arms slink around your waist and catch you just before you hit the ground.

Your eyes fly open in confusion and you find your face inches away from that of your boss. “Principal Weems,” you squeak out, “I’m so sorry!”

“Please, darling, call me Larissa,” she whispers, breath ghosting over the shell of your ear, so close that you think you can feel her lips brush against your skin. The action makes you shiver, and you know Larissa feels this because she’s still holding you in her arms. A heat rises from your cheeks to the tips of your ears and you know you’ve turned beet red.

“Oh, Y/N, you’re blushing.” Larissa smiles warmly, her eyes crinkling at the outer corners. “There’s no need to be embarrassed.” She pulls you up swiftly and you’re nearly flush against her. You have to crane your neck back to look up at her - has she always been this tall? It takes your breath away to look up at her like this.

“I’m just late to class, I overslept this morning,” you twist your fingers together nervously, afraid you’ll be reprimanded by the headmistress.

“It happens to the best of us,” Larissa cups your cheek and shoots you a wink. You are so damn cute when you’re nervous, it takes all of her self control not to shove you against the wall and take you right then and there.

Your heart skips a beat and the air around you feels like it’s thinning. “I’d b-better get going,” you manage to choke out. T-thanks for catching me, Princip- Larissa.”

You don’t look back as you hurry off to the greenhouse, and it’s good that you don’t or you’d have caught Larissa staring at your ass as you’d walked away.

The next time you see Larissa, you’re standing in line at the Weathervane when you feel a looming presence behind you.

“So, what do you usually order?” A teasing voice purrs in your ear.

You feel your cheeks redden involuntarily - your boss should not be having this effect on you.

“Um, coffee makes me a bit jittery so I usually go for hot chocolate,” you pray this doesn’t make you sound lame, you know how dependent everyone seems to be on their morning coffee, but your statement seems to pull Larissa’s lips up into a genuine grin.

“Then you’re in luck, my darling, the Weathervane has some of the best hot chocolate I’ve ever had.” The pet name makes your stomach flip and you swallow thickly, unable to do anything but nod as Larissa stares at you with a fondness in her eyes that you can’t quite explain, but that makes your heart ache with desire all the same.

“What can I get for you?” The barista’s voice snaps you out of your trance. Before you can say a word, Larissa replies for you - “two large hot chocolates please, did you want yours to go?” She looks down at you and you nod numbly. You reach for your wallet but she swats your hand away, pursing her lips as she pays for your drinks.

“Thank you so much, Larissa, you really didn’t have to pay for me,” you gush out as the two of you wait for the barista to make your order.

Larissa waves a dismissive hand in front of her face, smirking. “Please, darling, it’s no trouble at all, you’ll find a way to pay me back.” There’s a suggestive glint in her eyes and the way her tongue runs over her bottom lip, eyes trailing briefly down your body makes an unfamiliar heat coil in your stomach.

She takes her drink in her gloved hand and gives your shoulder a gentle, reassuring squeeze.

“Perhaps we could come here together sometime.”

Her hip grazes yours as she brushes past you and exits the Weathervane, crossing the street to head towards Dr. Kinbott’s office, leaving you a dizzy, blushing mess.

“Alright class,” you call out as the students stuff their notebooks into their bags. “Don’t forget about the exam on Monday!”

“Oh come on, can’t we postpone it?” Xavier huffs.

“It’s not fair to have an exam on a Monday anyway,” Ajax chimes in, rolling his eyes.

A ripple goes through the classroom, other students murmuring their agreement.

“Come on guys,” you plead. “If you completed the study guide, you’ll do just fine. I will not be postponing this test. Do you complain like this to all your teachers?”

A series of groans reaches your ears and one by one, your students shuffle out. Enid shoots you an apologetic glance and mouths “sorry”, which you appreciate, and you wave her off with a tired smile.

You watch the last of your students file out the door, then turn to your open laptop to get a head start on some grading that needs to be done for next week’s classes when an email pops up in the corner of your screen. You open it and your stomach flips.

Dear Y/N,

I hope your first weeks of classes have exceeded your expectations.

If you have the time, I would love to see you in my office for a chat tonight at 7.

Please, do let me know.

Larissa

Your palms begin to sweat and your mind immediately jumps to the worst case scenario. What could Principal Weems possibly want from you? She’d seemed friendly enough in your last interactions. Maybe even too friendly. Maybe she felt bad for you?

You hold your breath as you type out a confirmation that you’ll be there, then turn back to your grading - not that you can focus on your work now.

6:59pm. You’re standing at the wood-paneled doors to Larissa’s office, holding your breath. You raise your fist and knock twice.

“Come in,” Larissa’s smooth voice sounds from deep within the room.

“Take a seat,” Larissa is sitting behind her desk, leaning back in her leather chair, a pensive look on her face. A fire burns in the imposing fireplace, casting a warm glow over her office.

You close the door behind you and step towards her, lowering herself into one of the plush armchairs facing her desk. Your heart is beating wildly out of your chest, you’re sure Larissa can smell how anxious you are. You rub your sweaty palms on the back of your skirt in a vain attempt to calm your nerves.

Larissa looks composed but within her, a fire burns. She can tell how tense you are and she finds it so very endearing. She watches you chew at your lip and presses her thighs together involuntarily. She wants to see how you come undone, wants to hear her own name tumble from your sweet, innocent lips. Something about watching you squirm under her gaze stokes the fire within her.

“You’re not in trouble,” she coos, and you visibly relax in the armchair in front of her. “I just wanted to see how you were doing. See if you need anything. You’re our only new addition to the staff this year and we haven’t had a chance to properly speak, just the two of us. I trust everyone is treating you with respect?”

“Oh. Yeah, everyone’s been really, really nice. I’ve had a bit of a rough day, but it’s nothing I can’t work out.” You sigh and force a smile, eyes cast downwards, fingers twisting absently in your lap.

Larissa stands and rounds her desk at your admission, leaning down in front of you and taking your chin between her fingers, forcing you to meet her eyes, which are full of genuine concern.

“Has something happened?”

“Not really. My students just like to challenge me every chance they get. I get it, I’m pretty close to their age, but it’s frustrating.”

Larissa nods her understanding. She’s inches away from you now and your breathing is shallow, the tension in the room now thick enough to cut with a knife. Your gaze flickers down to her cherry-red lips and when you look back up, you notice a hunger in her eyes that wasn’t there before, widened pupils staring back at you. Larissa’s thumb traces the hollow of your cheek, causing your breath to hitch, and suddenly she’s leaning in, brushing her lips softly against yours.

Your pulse skyrockets, you can feel your heartbeat in your throat. It’s not that you don’t want this, of course you do, you’ve wanted it from the moment you laid eyes on the woman. You just hadn’t realized she’d also wanted it.

“Larissa?” You pull back, dazed, your eyes search hers. Her gaze is soft and reassuring, but there’s something else there. You’d seen it in movies, read about it in novels, but never had a look like this been directed at you before. Lust. Pure, unadulterated lust.

“Is this okay, Y/N?” Larissa whispers urgently, cupping your cheek and running her thumb over your bottom lip.

You nod fervently. “Yes. Absolutely.” Like hell you were going to waste your one chance with Larissa Weems.

Larissa moans and pulls you in for a searing kiss. Her tongue swipes at your lower lip and you part your lips, allowing her to explore the planes of your mouth as her hands drop from your face to your waist, pulling you up out of the chair and flush against her. You aren’t sure if it’s the warmth of the fire or your close proximity but your entire body is burning, a pleasant tingling sensation settling in your stomach and moving its way through your limbs.

You pull apart and her mouth is on your ear, her warm breath sending a shiver down your spine.

“Tell me what you want, whatever you want, and it’s yours.”

You hesitate, frozen in place, fear bubbling up in your stomach and rushing through your veins like ice.

“Ihaven’tactuallydoneanythinglikethisbefore,” you mumble, eyes locked in a staring contest with Larissa’s black heels.

“Darling,” Larissa hooks a finger under your chin and forces you to make eye contact with her, which makes your cheeks burn - you’re sure your entire face is on fire now. “You’re going to have to speak up, I can’t understand you.”

You suck in a deep breath. “I’m a virgin.”

There’s a moment of deafening silence, but the hunger in Larissa’s eyes never dies. Instead, her pupils are blown wide, you can see her clench her thighs together out of the corner of your eyes, she looks ravenous.

You are surprised when Larissa offers you a hand and guides you to a door on the far right of her study, that leads to her private quarters.

“I thought we might be more comfortable here,” her voice drips with lust as she closes the door behind you, allowing you a moment to take in the sight of her lavishly decorated bedroom, complete with a massive, queen-sized bed at the center.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“I want to,” you reply quickly, far too quickly, and you want to hit yourself for being so eager, but Larissa seems to find it endearing, as she smiles at you and guides you towards the bed.

You sit gingerly on the edge of the bed and Larissa places a hand on each of your thighs, parting them gently and simultaneously pushing up your skirt, letting out a groan as she sees the damp patch at the center of your cotton panties.

“We haven’t even gotten started and you’re already so wet for me, hmm?” Her finger teases your core, which is absolutely drenched at the mere thought of her, and you stifle a moan, throwing your head back at the touch.

“Ah-ah, let me hear you. I want to hear every sound you make, okay?” Larissa coos. “Don’t hold back on me.”

You draw in a ragged breath and nod, already dizzy from the idea of Larissa inches away from your dripping cunt.

Larissa plants a trail of kisses along your jaw, moving down the column of your neck until she is at the base of your throat, swirling her tongue over your pulse point. She begins to suck, gently at first then harder, eliciting a soft moan from deep within your throat as she nips at your skin, leaving a small red mark behind.

Smirking at her handiwork, her hands come to a rest on your chest, fingers hovering over the buttons of your blouse.

“I’ve wanted you from the second I first laid eyes on you. Such a pretty, innocent little thing. May I?” The question is doused in carnal desire, Larissa’s voice low and wanting.

“Yes,” you whisper, your eyes following her fingers, long and slender, as they deftly work their way down your top, pushing it down your shoulders and then moving to the zipper at the side of your skirt.

You feel exposed, sitting on Larissa’s bed in just your bra and underwear, face and chest flushed, but something about Larissa’s tender gaze and soft touch make you feel safe. Her hands move from your flesh to her own, tugging at the zipper of her cream colored dress, and your eyes watch as she drags it down her curves at a tantalizing pace until it pools at her feet.

Larissa’s knees come up to straddle your lap, pulling you further up the bed with her until you’re resting against her pillows. She’s hovering over you now, one hand on either side of your head, your bodies pressed against each other.

“Are you comfortable?” Her lips brush against yours and you whimper, nodding into the kiss, which Larissa deapens with a groan.

Her hand comes down to your side, moving under your back to unclasp your bra and pushing it to the side to grant herself access to your breasts. She kneads at the soft flesh, flicking her thumb over your nipple until she’s satisfied with how hard it is, before moving to your other breast.

Her mouth finds your throat again, her tongue lapping at your skin, swirling, sucking, claiming you as her own with a series of marks you’ll have to find a way to cover in the morning.

You hiss as her warm tongue slides over the sensitive peak of your hardened bud, earning a grin from the woman above you. Her mouth moves lower and lower, inch by inch, an agonizing journey of open-mouthed kisses down your ribcage, stomach, hip bones, leaving a trail of red lipstick smudges and purple hickeys. Your back arches into the sensation, chest heaving.

Larissa slows when she reaches your thighs, hands coming to rest on your hips and gently tugging at the cotton covering what she has been longing to stake her claim on.

“Hips up,” she instructs and you oblige, allowing Larissa to pull your panties down your legs and toss them unceremoniously across the room.

Larissa stifles a groan when her eyes meet your pussy. You begin to push your thighs together subconsciously but Larissa’s hands stop you, spreading your legs.

“Don’t be shy, darling,” she coos, pressing her lips to your inner thigh, and you feel yourself drip at the action. “Look at that pretty little cunt, so ready for me.”

The coil behind your navel tightens as Larissa’s kisses come closer to your core, until - finally - her lips make contact with your center. Her tongue traces a path through your folds, from your entrance to your clit, gathering your juices in her mouth. She moans at this first taste of you, you taste even better than she could have imagined. The scent of your arousal floods her senses and spurs her on as she begins to lap your pussy, enjoying the unfiltered moans that are escaping your lips.

“Fuck- Larissa,” you moan as Larissa’s tongue begins to circle your bundle of nerves. Your knuckles are white as you grasp desperately at the sheets, head tilted back in pleasure. You spread your legs wider, arching your back and rocking your hips into her mouth.

“Look at me,” Larissa demands. You force your eyes to meet hers, both of your pupils blown with desire. Larissa has never looked sexier, her lipstick smudged, chest heaving. Your juices glisten on her chin and the sight brings a blush to your cheeks. “Who do you belong to?”

The question alone nearly snaps the hot coil in your stomach, goosebumps erupting all over your body. You’re so desperately turned on by her.

“You.” The answer comes out in a breathed whisper, your hips twitch wantonly toward Larissa, you need her again. She takes your sensitive bud in her mouth, sucking gently. The vibration of her moans against your pussy have you bucking your hips up, desperate to get more friction, when you feel nimble fingers trace lazy patterns at your entrance.

“Fuck, Larissa, I need more,” you mewl, your hands coming up to rest on the back of Larissa’s head, pushing her closer to your dripping cunt. Larissa hums and you can feel her smile as she pushes two fingers inside of you, beginning a slow, steady pace. Your nails scratch at her scalp as you ride her face, pushing your hips forward to take her fingers deeper.

“Yes, right there, right- ahh- Larissa!” Larissa makes note of every sound coming from your mouth, how your body responds to every touch, enjoying how she’s able to make you come undone. She’s drunk on the feeling of you, the smell of you, the sound of you. So innocent, so sweet - moaning above her, screaming her name in a moment of pure desire. Knowing she’s the one to be able to give you this experience.

Your thighs begin to tremble as Larissa’s fingers curl inside of you, drawing a strangled moan from your lips as you teeter on the edge of your orgasm. Larissa’s tongue sucks at your clit, her fingers increasing their pace, your legs shaking as the coil in your belly snaps, rocking your hips into Larissa’s face as you ride out your high.

She flattens her tongue against your cunt and laps up the juices flowing from you with a satisfied hum, coming up to lay beside you and latching her lips onto yours, allowing you to taste yourself on her tongue.

“You did so well for me, love,” she whispers, caressing your cheek. “Do you need anything? Water? Do you want me to clean you up?”

You appreciate the sentiment but the thought of stopping without being able to worship the goddess in front of you is disappointing. You hesitate a moment before reaching behind Larissa’s back and stopping your fingers at the clasp of her lacy bra. She’s watching you curiously and her breath hitches audibly at the touch of your fingers.

“May I?” Larissa nods, cheeks pink and pupils wide and you know you’ve never seen anyone more adorable or sexy. You undo the clasp of her bra and a moment later, your hands are on her matching panties and she’s helping you tug them down her legs.

“Show me what you like.” You need to know how to worship her right. Larissa whines, bringing her hand between her legs. She props up her leg so that you have a perfect view of her glistening cunt, absolutely drenched only for you. You can feel yourself getting wet again, your own cum pooling between your legs and dripping down your thighs. Your gaze is fixated on Larissa’s long fingers as they run through the length of her own folds to coat themselves in her slick. She reaches her clit, allowing her head to fall back as her fingers draw languid circles over the sensitive nub.

A groan falls from your lips and Larissa’s sapphire eyes meet yours. She stops pleasuring herself and instead her fingers circle your wrist, gently guiding your hand to her center. She mewls as you tease her entrance, allowing her legs to fall open and pushing her hips towards you in a desperate attempt to get you closer, growing impatient with need.

You dip two fingers into her center, pushing gently, watching in amazement as Larissa’s eyelids flutter shut, her mouth parting to let out breathy groans of affirmation as you bring your thumb to her swollen bundle of nerves.

The moans she lets out begin to get filthier and filthier as you pick up your pace, eyes trained on her core.

“Does this feel good?”

“So, so good, Y/N,” Larissa groans, eyes rolling back in her head as your fingers find the spongy spot inside of her. “Deeper - right there, just like that.”

Larissa grasps forward to weave her hands around the back of your neck, pulling you in for a bruising kiss. Her tongue moves against yours, her breathing hot and needy. She whines into your mouth as your fingers pump in and out of her, and her fingers find purchase in your hair, curling themselves in your tresses and pulling back gently.

Your eyes are wide with lust as Larissa’s arousal drips down your fingers, a pitiful moan falling from your lips as you feel Larissa begin to clench around your fingers as if trying to keep you there. Throwing caution to the wind, you add a third finger, eliciting a delicious gasp from the woman in front of you.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come!” Larissa’s thighs begin to shake, hips thrusting up erratically to meet your fingers which are knuckle deep in her cunt, stretching her out, curling into her sweet spot. You watch in awe as Larissa slowly comes undone, her fingers tightening their grip in your hair as she shudders against you, her essence leaking out of her center.

Not breaking eye contact, you bring your fingers to your mouth to suck them clean, moaning at the taste of Larissa on your tongue. You have never tasted anything so divine. Larissa crawls over to you and sinks back onto the pillows with a sigh, watching you through heavy-lidded eyes.

“Come,” Larissa whispers softly, and you allow her to wrap her arms around you. You relish the feeling of your bodies pressed against each other, enjoying the warmth of her bare skin. Her fingers trace the bruised marks she’d made with her mouth, her touch light as a feather. She entwines her long legs with yours, rubbing your calves together gently.

She allows you to bury your head in her neck and you breathe in the scent of her, sweat mingling with musky perfume and the smell of her sheets.

“You did so well for me, my sweet one. Thank you for trusting me,” Larissa coos, rocking you against her, pressing a kiss to your forehead. Larissa ducks her head down, her breath on your cheek causing you to shiver pleasantly as she whispers her next words. “You are mine, darling. Only mine.”

“I am yours,” you whisper back sleepily, the adoration in your gaze mirroring her own as you snuggle into her chest, sighing contentedly. The pads of Larissa’s fingers stroke up and down your arms as she waits for your breathing to even out before allowing herself to follow suit, thinking to herself that she would gladly spend every night like this with your head on her chest and your legs tangled in hers. Your words echo in her head as she drifts off to sleep - you are hers.

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Coal Miner's Daughter

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｡･ﾟﾟ･🧸 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞: 𝐕𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 ⋆·˚ ༘ *

message from izurusstuff: hey guys!! here's the first chapter i promised y'all from earlier :)) next chapter is when snow comes in and more of the JUICY stuff happens. pls tell me what you guys think i beg of you...

also i made a playlist that fits the aesthetic of this chapter!!

[𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟'𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭 𝟏𝟐 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭]

summary: Y/n Vespertine is a musician from District 12 with a normal(ish) life. She has the love of her dad and two best friends, but something changes. Something that'll seal her fate...

꒰⸝⸝₊ʚɞ┊"...𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫..." ･:*:･

May 30th, The Hob, District 12.

A girl wearing a white dress with pink flowers was performing on the stage. Her brown boots stomped the ground in rhythm with her song that she was strumming on her guitar. The crowd was clapping along and swing dancing with their fellow strangers. The music united the people of The Hob. The performer smiled in the sweet moment.

The performer was none other than Y/n Vespertine. She was one of the common folk of District 12, her dad was a coal miner. Y/n found comfort in the music she sang, especially since adorning kids would come up to her and tell her that she looked like a princess. Everyone knew who she was. Whether it be from her dad or her singing, people knew her. They knew the crowd she hung with. She was a quiet girl, but her soul was grand and sweet. Sweeter than the honey that District 11 exported.

Her delicate hands strummed the guitar, not even taking a break from the end of one song before she started another. Y/n’s hands began strumming to a faster melody, which made the people dance and clap faster. The Hob was in unison because of her music. After the intro, she began her singing:

“𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘦, 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥

𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩

𝘖𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭, 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘦

𝘋𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘱, 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘭, 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶…”

Although the lyrics were rather macabre, they resonated with the crowd. They shouted along with the music even though they didn’t know the lyrics. But y/n’s performance came to an end after hours of singing, much to everyone’s dismay.

Y/n stepped off the stage and walked to the room where all the performing equipment was laid out. She saw two familiar faces that she didn’t expect to see– Leif Huxley and Savani Yearwood. They were her best friends ever since they survived The Rebellion together; the three hid out in a shed near the lake to avoid being seen by any peacekeepers that may have wanted to kill them. Unfortunately, Leif’s parents died, leaving him in his older sister’s care. Savani’s mom escaped, but she hasn’t been found. Y/n’s mom perished that day, too. Needless to say, the three had a tight bond no one could break.

Savani’s dad, Tripp, ended up becoming the Mayor of District 12. Leif and his sister opened up a flower shop down by the lake. They didn’t let their new wealth get to their head, though. They treated y/n the exact same and even provided extra food for her & her dad.

“There’s our performer!” Savani embraced y/n with her open arms. She managed to sneak out of her dad’s office to see y/n perform.

Leif wrapped his arm around y/n’s shoulders and gave her a kiss on her cheek. The two fell in love a few weeks prior and had Savani’s full support– life was good… maybe not perfect, but they made the most of the unfortunate events that led District 12 to poverty.

“You blew the crowd away, my darling.” Leif squeezed y/n harder. He was grinning ear to ear.

“I got you a surprise.” Savani boasted. She turned around to take the cloth off of a box. The box was rather big…

Y/n opened it and nearly jumped to the sky out of excitement. Savani had gotten her a custom-made guitar.

“Daddy got the wood from District 7. It’s pink ivory. Real expensive. But nothing’s too good for my dearest friend!” The girl said, hugging y/n from the side Leif wasn’t standing. The trio ended up in a group hug without pulling away. It was as if they were competing to see who could stay in the hug the longest. Leif was the first to pull away.

“Y’all wanna head down to the lake?” He asked. That was their hangout spot, no matter the season. The two girls nodded. Y/n left the guitar in the room backstage since she didn’t want to break it. The three of them snuck out of The Hob to walk about half a mile through the meadows until they got to their destination, where they then stood on the dock that went to about the middle of the lake. Leif ended up pushing y/n in. She gasped then laughed once she came back up. Him and Savani ended up jumping in after her. They couldn’t care less that they all had their clothes on, or that the sun was setting; it was a beautiful moment that they all relished in.

They ended up floating on their backs, just staring at the sky. Leif reached down to y/n’s hand, intertwining their fingers together. Savani was daydreaming in her own world… she was free in that calming moment… she didn’t have to worry about the stresses of being her dad’s secretary. She was just… a teenager in that moment. It was what she so desperately craved. The other two looked at her. They knew what was on her mind.

“Are you okay, ‘Vani?” Y/n asked. Concern laced her voice.

“It’s weird… one minute we were kids that were running in the meadow near y/n’s house… it felt like yesterday. And now… now we’re here. We’re almost adults… what's next for us?”

“Whatever it is, all of us will stick together! We’re THE trio of District 12!” Leif reassured Savani… her solemn smile shifted from being sad to being one of genuine happiness and serenity.

“When I follow in Daddy’s footsteps, I’m appointing y’all to my cabinet. I can’t live without my friends’ advice.” The brunette bragged. She knew the stars were within her grasp. Nothing was out of reach for her, but the same couldn’t be said for y/n.

Y/n only had a coal mining legacy ahead of her. It wasn’t the worst possible job, but it’s not the one she wanted either. She tried to hide her disappointment… but she couldn’t. So y/n got out of the water and dried herself off.

“I’m gonna head home. Daddy’s prolly worried ‘bout me.” Y/n announced. The other two said their goodbyes and wished her a safe return.

Y/n made it home where her dad, Ridge, was waiting for her. He was dirty from mining all day, but he was cooking dinner. It wasn’t much– just pea soup.

Y/n kissed Ridge on the cheek and went to her room. There were paintings of her, Leif, and Savani all together on her deteriorating dresser and dirty mirror. There were also luxurious gifts that Savani had given her over the years. The one that y/n loved the most was a beautiful gemstone necklace. It was made out of real silver and [insert y/n’s birthstone here].

Ridge called her for dinner. The two sat in the small kitchen and talked about their days.

“Vani gave me a guitar today.”

“Did she? Awfully nice of her. Did y’all hang at The Hob?”

“Sure did. Went to the lake after, too.”

“Y’all always loved that lake. Prolly’ the only kids here to hang out there.”

“Mhm… I think it’ll be our spot for a while. So many memories there.”

“Memories’re good to make. Not many good things to enjoy when you get older.”

Those words really sunk in. As much as it hurt, Ridge was right. After The Reaping this year, the three had to decide what they would do for the rest of their lives. Y/n expected Leif to propose soon due to how old they were getting. The thought of marrying him made her blush, and Ridge could definitely tell it.

“I always liked that Leif boy. His parents were real kind folk. His sister a kind young lady too. She gives us some flowers sometimes, she prolly think it might cheer us up.”

Y/n nodded at her dad’s approval. She finished up her soup then kissed Ridge goodnight.

May 31st.

There was a celebration for Tripp Yearwood’s birthday at The Hob where y/n was asked to perform. She woke up early and put on her nicest dress.

Ridge was still asleep, so y/n kissed his forehead and walked to The Hob.

Savani and Leif were already decorating for Yearwood’s birthday party. Of course, Savani was taking charge and bossing Leif around. It was the usual for those two, but y/n still found it humorous.

“Hey, y’all!” Y/n greeted them. The two stopped their bickering and waved to y/n.

“Y/n!” Savani was ecstatic to see her there. “Your guitar is still in the backroom. Daddy was real excited for me to give it to you. You oughta play it today.”

Y/n went to the room to get it as per Savani’s suggestion. She put the guitar on and went back to the main room for a mic check. People started arriving for Tripp’s birthday. They took their seats at the beautifully decorated tables. Leif was holding hands with y/n as they walked around to talk to the crowd. Savani was being her typical hostess self and entertaining the crowd until the food got there… she was one of the very select few people in District 12 that could afford bread– more or less an entire catered banquet. Because of that, people were starting to stuff their faces with food after it arrived; they were like piranhas.

Tripp Yearwood finally arrived. He gave y/n and Leif a warm hug as a thanks for helping his daughter with the party. Y/n thought of him as a second dad, so she was more than happy to help Savani make his birthday special.

Y/n’s actual dad was there too. He requested to get off work early to see his darling daughter perform– he arrived a bit later than most people, but he was there.

Savani introduced y/n to the crowd, then the music started. Her typical tavern-style music was the entertainment of the evening. The well-fed crowd clapped along to her singing, a few of them were even dancing. Parents had their kids on their feet, dancing with them since they were so little. Y/n was the star of the show, even though it was literally the mayor’s birthday. But where were Savani and Leif?

Y/n took a small break to find the two. They weren’t exactly the type to disappear in the middle of her performance, so she was unbelievably worried. What if peacekeepers had gotten to them?!

The girl walked into the room backstage and her heart stopped. Her world stopped.

Leif and Savani had their lips pressed together. They were full on making out. In the middle of Mayor Yearwood’s birthday celebration. Y/n let out a loud wail, which alerted the two of them along with several people from the crowd. None of the bystanders said anything. Not Ridge. Not Mayor Tripp. Not even Leif’s sister. The world was frozen and people stood there as y/n felt like her heart was ripped from her body.

Y/n slammed down the guitar and ran away. Only Ridge ran after her…

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3. Repercussions

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Summary: The high of the night doesn’t leave you like you expected

Warnings: Cursing, cheating, adultery, talks about body shaming, therapy, misogynistic undertones (“man of the house” and whatnot), Harwin is not a good person on this… and Jace isn’t either, implied tampering with birth control, spy cameras, a bit creepiness, inappropriate relationship, so many kinks, couldn't count them nor name them, proceed with care, this is dirty loves

Wordcount: 3.6 k

Notes: Uffff can’t wait for you to read thissss hehehe it gets dirty and messier, and unrealistic! plese keep in mind, this is some fic haha love you all my kinky loves

It felt better that he could have ever imagined

Your soft body against his, you moaning his name, jumping up and down his cock, wanting to please him

He grunted, getting his morning hardon just by thinking about it, and there you were, cuddled to him, your hand on his chest and your head oh his shoulder

You were so beautiful

Last night he had fucked you, to assert dominance

But today? he was going to make sweet love to you, treat you like you deserve to be treated

Like a Queen

You cuddled deeper into him, the light coming from the window was going to wake you…

He knew you had drank plenty of wine last night, but…

You were fine, you had to remember it all…

He debated on whether wake you up with a kiss, to fuck you gently and slowly, or rather, wake you up slowly with a nice smell of breakfast, to give you time to wake up

Yeah, that’s the one, he thought, retrieving himself slowly from your side

You woke up in a daze, feeling strange, like you missed something. Your head hurt slightly, but nothing mayor

You hadn't drank wine in more than two years and already you needed to stop

You grunted, moving on your bed and that made you realize two things… that you were naked and… you were a bit sore between your thighs… and then…

You gasped, sitting on the bed

No no no no

It had to be a dream, it had to be, you didn’t… you didn’t fuck Jace! your stepson, you didn’t, you were drunk, it was a dream

But then you remembered… how he fingered you in the tub, how he waited for you in your room, how you straddled him and you, willingly and in your own abolition got on your knees and you.. and then how you rode him like your life depended on it

Oh, what did you do?

You jumped when you heard him down the hall, in the kitchen, the smell wasn’t far behind, a delicious smell of bacon, eggs, toast, coffee

Gods

Tears started falling down your eyes

Oh what did you do, what did you do???

You were so… loft in lust and need that you… you covered your mouth to stifle a whimper

You fucked Jace! your stepson

What is going to happen now? What if Harwin… Rhaenyra… what if they find out?

You stood from the bed and ran to get dressed, you chose the thickest of panties you owned and put on black tights and a university hoodie

You walked to the kitchen slowly, you found him shirtless, with the gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips

Oh you remembered it now… that thick… long…

He turned around and when he saw you, he smiled widely

“Good morning gorgeous!”, he greeted, “I made some breakfast for the two of us”, he was chipper, happy… he seemed… pleased, satisfied, he wasn’t angry… and that did make you feel better, but you still didn’t know what this was all about

Tears kept falling, and he seemed to see them, his smile instantly froze

“Jace, I'm so sorry!”, you were crying, right there in front of him, “I’m so sorry!”, you whined

“For what?”, he surrounded the kitchen island and tried to grab you softly, to soothe you, but you took a step back

“I’m sick, I’m awful! I’m so so sorry”, you cried, “You came here because this felt like home and I… I took advantage of you!”.

If it wasn’t for Aerea, you would have wanted to die. You fucked your stepson!

“You didn’t take advantage of me!”, he said softly, he took a step towards you, you let him, he grabbed you softly, to made you look into his eyes, “I walked in on you after you told me not to, I fingered your pussy because theres nothing I’d rather do in this fucking life, you hear me?”

“I feel so dirty, you are my stepson! My husband's first born! How could I do that? I’m sick!”, you cried, you did, “you are twenty one!”, you continued

“And your husband is fucking forty! there is more age gap between you and him than you and me!”

“That is not the point!”, you cried, “I was supposed to care for you, protect you…”

“No you were not”, he said, “do you think you took advantage of me? we are both still in our twenties”

“I’m almost thirty!”, you said back, “I’m married to your father!”

“That cheating bastard should mean nothing”

“He is the father of my daughter, YOUR SISTER!”, more tears poured down your face, he approached you, cradling your face with his hands, wiping your tears with his thumbs

“I love you”, he whispered, close to you, those beautiful eyes shining so lovely

“You don’t mean that Jace”, you said softly, “please”, he leaned in and kissed you, trapping your lips with his, keeping your face still, so you wouldn’t pull away

But you didn’t anyway

His lips felt so good against you, so full and plump

He released you gently, looking down at you

“Jacey…”

“Don’t call me that, I’m a man”, he said, that tone, those eyes, made your knees buckle, “not a boy”, he close the distance again, you placed your hand on his chest, gods, now, with all your senses again, you looked into his eyes and were doomed, “A man you certainly enjoyed fucking”

“Jacaerys”

“y/n”, he called back, “It felt good didn’t it?”, he kept teasing, a smirk on that handsome face, “being desired, admired, loved… fucked”, you only looked at him, you were like a deer in headlight, “answer me”, he growled

“it felt good”, you confessed

“You were right, you took advantage of me…”, he growled, you whimpered, “you fucked yourself on my cock like you were born to do it”

“Please don’t remind me”, you whined covering your face with your hands

“And now that you had your full, literally…”, he chuckled, “now you want to discard me?”

“No, I don’t!”, you tried to explain, “this is wro-”

“Look at what you did to me”, he said, interrupting you, grabbed you and pressed you to him, you felt his hard cock over your belly, “now you have to make it right”

“Jace”, you moaned

“I’m in pain”, he whined, he walked until he had you pinned against the island of the kitchen, “please help me…”

“This is wrong!”, you tried to explain, “Jace, you could be with anyone you wanted, you are graduating college, and you are handsome, and sweet… and I am your stepmother!”

“You are right”, he grunted, grabbing you by the hips and raising you from the ground without trouble, sitting you on the counter, “... And I want you”

“Please”, you begged

“You used me last night, today I’ll use you”, he kissed you then, and you didn’t pull back, you actually leaned into him, his mouth felt so good against yours.

Who were you kidding? last night it had been possibly the best sex of your life, and your belly was on fire with Jace kissing you like this, his big hand sneaking under your hoodie, grabbing greedily anything he could get

“Jace I’m scared”, you whined, he stopped, looking at you with worry

“Why?”, he whispered, his hand went to your face, caressing your cheek

“What will happen afterwards?”, you asked

“We will cross that bridge when we get there”, he assured you, and he kissed you again, pushing the last stone of your wall out of his way

He thought you’d be scared if he told you now that he wanted to breed you, for you to have his babies, that he wanted to marry you and give you a home, for you and Aerea, and a dog, or maybe you were a cat person, he didn't care

He quieted your complains with his mouth, and he was good at it too

He broke your resolve with just his touch. And his kisses

and in a second, when lust was taking over you, you thought… fuck… you had already done it, it was done, so… what was it one more time? right?

You let Jace take your legging away, and then your hoodie

“You were hiding from me?”, he mocked, “you really think it was going to work?”, perhaps now that he was going to see you in plain light, he was going to rethink it all, now that you were both more… sober

He got rid of all your clothes, leaving you naked and exposed in front of him. He took his time gazing at you, and you tried to hide yourself but he just wouldn’t tell you

“Fucking gorgeous”, he praised, you got instantly sober, not believing his words

“Stop it”, you begged

“You think I’m lying?”, he asked, amused, “let me show you then”, he kissed you again but he didn’t stop there, he went down to first your jaw and then your neck, nibling, kissing licking, he teasingly passed by your breasts

His hand didn’t stand idle, he grabbed and squeezed your thighs making you whimper, and he spread your legs, your heels over the edge of the marble counter

You whined, not liking being exposed like that, but Jacaerys didn’t care, his fingers traveled to your center, and he loudly, started teasing you

You were so wet you felt embarrassed

He started fingering making you cry out, in total ecstasy, a squelching sounds making you moan and beg for more, his thumb started teasing your clit while he entered another thick finger

“Look how wet you are”, he mocked, “all for me”, you could only whimper, “answer me”, he said meanly, twisting his fingers

“Fuck yes, all for you”, you begged

But before you could come undone on his fingers, he released you, making you beg for him

“I want you to cum around my cock”, he said

“Mmmm please”, you begged him, bucking your hips

“Aren’t you desperate? a few minutes ago you didn’t want me touching you”, he teased, but you were too far gone to care, “you want my fat cock don’t you”, he wanted to turn back and smile at the camera, he had you right where he wanted

He didn't even know why would he need the footage though, he had you right where he wanted you

He took himself out of his cotton pants, and stroked himself.

You bit your lip when you saw it, it was bigger than you remembered

He wanted to keep teasing you, he wanted you to beg, but at the same time, he couldn’t he couldn’t wait anymore, he needed to fuck you, pump you full of his cum again.

So that is what he did

He thrusted into you without giving you a second to think

you shrieked, hugging him to you for stability

Your legs shaked and you swore you could feel him up to your belly

“Fuck!”, you cried out

“What a dirty mouth you got there”, he whispered huskily, “and what a cunt”

“Jace”, he chuckled darkly

“What? You don’t like me talking dirty to you uh?”, he leaned down and kissed you sloppily

While he had your mouth trapped with his, he started pounding into you roughly, grabbing your hips to draw you to him to meet his trusts

You almost screamed in his mouth.

He was so big, his tip bullying all up in your cervix, and each time he draw back it pushed into a spot inside you you didn't even know you had it

“Tell me, how does it feel?”, he teased

“So so fucking good”, you managed to babble, “oh Jace”, you called like a prayer

“Call my name again”

“Jacaerys!”, you felt your climax approaching

“You are gonna cum on my cock?”, he teased

“Yes”

“Fuck you are squeezing me so tightly”

You couldn’t believe this, you were fucking, or rather, being thouroughly fucked by your stepson, in your kitchen, windows open, in the middle of morning, and you couldn’t care less

“I want to try your mouth next time”, he purred in your ear, you only nodded, this far gone, you’d do whatever he wanted, anything, just to keep this going, “I’m gonna cum inside you”

“Yes please”

“Would you like that?”

“Yes! yes cum inside me please”

“Such a dirty girl”, is not like he would do it anywhere else he thought darkly, “you want my cum don’t you?”

“Yes I want your cum”, you liked how it felt, cum dripping out of you

And he did precisely that

You squeezed him so tightly he cummed deep inside you

He hugged you tightly against him, not wanting to let go, he wanted to stay like that, buried deep inside you

“We have to stop this”, you whispered sadly

“Why?”, he asked, rolling his eyes now that you couldn’t see him, he hated the “sober” you on this, for now

“It’s inappropriate”, you explained, hugging him

“I don’t think you want it to stop”, he teased, “I know I don’t”

He finally released you, and you felt so empty so suddenly you whined in need

“I need you to eat”, he whispered darkly, fixing his pants, and then he put your pants back on

You were so overstimulated, cum dripping out of you, that it felt so dirty with the cotton adjusting between your legs

You sat on the bar and he served you breakfast, that for a miracle it didn't burn out, you ate slowly, you were starving

While you ate, you looked over at Jace, his eyes wouldn’t leave your form, and you were feeling so…

Si hot, so desirable

You had to admit it, you LOVED it, what he was making you feel, like you were some sort of Goddess, you couldn’t believe than him, a young, hot, sexy man would want you

He was your stepson, but he was only eight years younger than you, it wasn’t that bad, wasn’t it?, you were trying to convince yourself that it wasn’t

And the damage was already done.

You finished your coffee and looked at him, he leaned back and you could see… he was hard again

Fuck it

You almost jumped him, kissing him roughly

You wanted him, you wanted him so badly

You wanted to keep feeling like this

While you kissed him, you shamesly pulled down his pants, and then you kneeled in front of him

While looking up at him, he looked down at you with the same adoration, you grabbed his thick cock, and started massaging him

He whimpered under your touch, but you didn't stop

You licked the tip, it was so thick, and you wanted him so badly, so you put the entire tip inside your mouth, you started rubbing it with your tongue making him moan, and grab your hair

You were going to let him do whatever he wanted with you, you felt wet again just by thinking about it, letting you be used by him.

You started sucking him, still both your hand around him, so every part of it was being tended to. He still got you by your hair and he pushed you down on it, making you choke. yOu felt so dirty, you loved it, gagging on it. Soon saliva started dripping down your chin, and you had to focus to breathe through your nose or else you were going to truly choke

“Fuck just like that”, he praised, “you are so fucking good, keep it going”

Anyone could walk into your house right now and found you sucking Jace’s cock and you couldn’t care less, so be it, let them watch

The sounds were filthy, the wetness between your legs was too, and just when he was started to throb, he pushed you off of him

“I want to come inside you”, he moaned

“Again?”, you asked

“FUck yeah”, he didn’t let you rise, instead, he got down you your level, throwing you caresly to the carpet behind you

“Jace”

He fucked you on the floor, like you both were some sort of animals, he wouldn’t even let you look at him, he pushed your face down, your ass up and he fucked you roughly

And you couldn't be more horny for it, or you couldn't possibly beg him more for it

And he didn’t stop there

He fucked you on the couch, on the counter again.

You tried to escape him, getting inside the bathroom to get a shower, but he picked the lock, got inside with you, and fuck you there too

And then, all wet and all, ended in your bed

“Not again please…”, you tried to crawl away from him, but he grabbed you and manhandled you to his pleasing

“I’m hard again”, he whined, with a demonic smile

“Again?”, you asked, actually amazed, “You can’t cum inside me, ah”

Too late he grabbed you by the hips and impaled you on his cock again

“And why not?”

How could he possibly be hard still?

“Please Jace, I’m so full”, you whined, your thighs were actually… wet

“So?”, he mocked

You were on the pill, you only had to take them and everything was going to be fine, right?

So you let him

Again

And again

And the whole week

. . .

Aerea was coming back home, and you had told Jace he needed to leave, for at least for a couples of days

He had barely let you go to work, and when you did you had… something dripping down your legs

It wasn’t healthy

So you “closed the pipeline” twelve hours before, and now here you were, opening the door for Harwin and Aerea, they were early

So Harwin managed to see Jace in your home, and he did find it strange. You were incredible uncomfortable

“Well, the lawn is ready”, muttered Jace, “I better go”

“I miss you today buddy”, said Harwin

But Jacaerys barely acknowledged him before he got out the door

And finally you could breathe properly

You thought you were going to feel guilty seeing Harwin there, but you didn't, if anything, you felt annoyed

Annoyed that you had to deep clean your home

Aerea ran into your arms and you hugged her tightly, and yet, Harwin seemed comfortable

“Harwin?”, you asked, “what are you doing here?”, you asked fearfully

“I got fired”, he said, looking at you with those puppy eyes. You let go of Saera who went to play with her toys

Unknown to you Jacaerys wasted no time into getting into his phone, right in his car

“Somebody send my boss the conversation between me and the secretary”, he said

“What?”, you asked, truly concerned

“Are you sure you are not the one who did it?”, he asked then, looking intently

“Why would I fuck up our income Harwin?”, you asked, “I didn't even take a picture of it!”

“Then who did?”

“Perhaps she did, didn’t you say you didn’t see her anymore?”, you asked softly, he nodded

“Yeah”, he whispered, “I’m sorry”, he whined, rubbing his face in exasperation, “We have savings but I can’t fall back on that to support three different households”, he muttered, “I still have to send in the money for Luke and Joff, and now this house, and an apartment downtown”, he muttered

“I understand”, you said calmly, “You can stay here, I will go with Aerea to my godmother’s place downtown”, Harwin sighed

“You are not going downtown with my daughter!”, he said angrily

“We don’t have much choice”, you said softly, “you can sell the house, look for a new one, a smaller one…”, you said softly

“It's been two months, when are you going to forgive me? Why do you keep punishing me?”, he muttered angrily. Meawhhile you still felt sore between your thighs from fucking his son

“I’m not punishing you”, you answered.

Jace was biting his nails, watching it all go down

“Please forgive me”, he whispered, he held you softly, “It will never happen again…”

“Harwin, I’m not sure”

“Please”, he said gently

And Jace had the terrible feeling that you were about to yield

“I always imagined growing old with you…”, he said gently

“When she gets her first gray hair you are already going to be dry 6 feet under”, Jace mumbled under his breath. but he looked at your back, your shoulders down, you looked like you were getting ready to jump into his arms

“... Having more kids”

“Are you insane?”, you asked out loud, and only then Jace could breathe, “more children? after what happened?”

“My love…”

“I won’t ever have more children! and least of ‘em with you! Get out!”

“I moved out of the apartment, my things are in my truck”

“Fine!”, you said, “sleep in the guest room!”, and you stormed out of the living room, taking your daughter with you

This… was a problem

Both of you thought when you started crying as soon as you closed the door

Aerea only hugged you, not knowing what was going on.

This got ten times messier than you aver expected it to be

You thought you would never have to see Harwin again… not much… and now…

After you fucked his son! he was back in your life… you couldn’t say no, his house was his… you couldn’t forbid him from entering the property

Your phone dinged and you jump

“I can still feel you on me” - jace

Oh what did you do?

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rubra-wav · 2 months

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Omgg, I need a Rosie x fem!Reader fic, where she introduces you to Alastor like her partner 😭💕

Rosie x introducing reader to Alastor

A/N: Today is Rosie day apparently bc I got 2 reqs I'm gonna be (hopefully at least) getting written abt her today.

I'm really sorry I just realised you said fic on this one, lmk if you'd like me to write it as a proper fic 💀

Cw: Sfw, Fem reader, slightly twisted fluff, cannibalism, kinda messed up relationship origin story haha

- When Rosie had brought out the tea set with a mixture of treats for Alastor and herself, and different sweets for you, you could feel yourself getting anxious about the meeting to come.

- You'd been dating the overlord for a little while now. With the 7th month approaching, Rosie wanted you to meet one of her longest friends.

- Wanted to solidify that you were her girlfriend more permanently.

- The public eye wasn't on you at all luckily due to you living in a town surrounded by ravenous cannibals who would protect you with tooth and nail due to dating their leader.

- However, during the time you'd been together, Rosie continued to receive suitors, which was uncomfortable for both of you.

- So she figured that she would start trying to make an effort to tell people she was in a completely monogamous relationship, one person at a time. Starting with her good friend Al, naturally.

- You truly didn't mind, but it was a little bit nerve-wracking meeting another overlord. Especially one who was long time friends with your lover.

- Rosie noticed you fidgeting nervously with your hands, looking down at the table set out before you.

- She let out a soft sigh and put down the box of tea bags she had been fussing with the choices of, walking to stand behind you and place her hands on your shoulders.

- "You'll be fine, heart! He's gonna love you. Maybe even half as much as I do!" She chuckled as your slightly unsure face peered backwards up at her.

- She leaned down to place a soft kiss on your forehead, prompting you to relax and smile softly.

- As she did so, there was the sound of someone clearing their throat behind the two of you.

- You two turned to see the very recognisable Radio Demon standing there looking somewhat uncomfortable at the display of affection. You didn't even hear him approach the outdoor sitting area.

- "Good afternoon, ladies." Alastor recovered quickly as Rosie moved to properly greet him with a big hug, and you rose from your seat with a somewhat strained smile.

- As the two cannibal overlords embraced, you got a stab of being out of place... inadequate in comparison. I mean, you were just some nobody dating the (essentially) mayor of cannibal town, you were surely out of place in such company.

- You were knocked from your thoughts as you felt your hand taken and shaken, Alastor leaning down to get a closer look at you with an elated grin.

- "And you must be (name)! Brilliant to meet you darling, Rose has told me so much about you, it really is a pleasure!" He exclaimed, shaking your hand so enthusiastically you thought you might fall over if he kept it up.

- "Y-yes! It's very nice to meet you Al-" you startled, before correcting yourself. "Alastor! I mean. Sorry!" You apologised profusely for addressing him so informally.

- The man shook his head with a staticky bark of laughter. "Nonsense! Anyone who's this close to Rosie I see as a friend! Do feel free to call me Al, darling." He let go of your hand, finally ceasing the relentless handshake to go and take a seat at the table, musing to himself the whole way about how fun this was going to be.

- Rosie laughed softly at the surprise on your face, wrapping an arm around your lower back and guiding you toward the loveseat across from your grinning guest.

- Afternoon tea with Alastor went along swimmingly despite your prior stress about it.

- The whole time, your fingers were laced together with Rosie's as the three of you laughed and conversed cordially.

- "So, do tell me, how did you ladies meet one another?" Alastor asked, taking a sip of his tea with his red eyes flicking between the two of you.

- You laughed awkwardly, looking to Rosie with a slightly hesitant expression as to whether you should tell the truth exactly or not.

- Rosie shrugged, somewhat hesitant about it as well.

- You gulped, recollecting it all. "Well, my Rose and I met under.. inopportune circumstances." You said slowly, voice raising an octave at the end.

- Alastor put down his cup of tea with his eyebrows raised expectantly. "Oh~?" He looked all the more curious now.

- You took a deep breath, and Rosie chuckled next to you. "Well," Rosie picked up where you left off. "It's kind of funny now, but wasn't at the time that's for sure. She stumbled into the town's walls with a bleeding knee and the cannibals converged on her, trying to take her as a gift for me. It was my birthday the day afterwards, you see." The cannibal explained, talking with her hands as she told the story.

- Alastor looked at you in surprise. "My, that would have been quite a strange situation for you (name)."

- "it... sure was, yes. They brought me to her gagged and wrapped up in a big pink ribbon." You thought back in some unsureness. "They wanted to cook my heart particularly for her birthday meal, but wanted her to actually approve of me before serving me."

- Alastor laughed loudly at your words, shaking his head as he fought to compose yourself. "And what, she decided you looked like you tasted bad?" He looked at Rosie for more context, to find her shaking her head with a somewhat irritated look on her face.

- "Not at all, she looked far too good to eat. People like my husband belong on a platter, not those like my heart," Rosie looked to the side down at you with a fond smile. "I knew that even before we spoke."

- You blushed and smiled warmly at her, squeezing her hand as you looked lovingly up at her.

- "The second I looked into those big beautiful black eyes of her's, I knew I wanted to be with her. Weird I know to be on someone's literal chopping block and thinking that way." You chuckled, looking back at Alastor with a grin.

- Alastor grinned right back at you, expression softening slightly as he leaned his cheek on his palm. "Yes, however I'm glad to see that Rosie seems to be so happy with you. You two make an excellent pair from what I've seen."

- You and Rosie chuckled, agreeing with him. Definitely.

Helpppp now I kinda wanna write a prequel part 2 for their meeting aaa. I could call it 'Eat Your Heart Out or Give You Mine.'✨️😭

Or sumn like that.

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all the pics of the food and drinks we got from the cafe! forgot to get a pic of the highblood and the batterwitch drinks, but we tried those as well! my reviewz of them under the cut bc ppl said they were curious for the tl;dr: everything was lovely!

first image - Dave's apple juice - yeah its just apple juice with a candy apple cold foam which was DELICIOUS and i loved a little appy juice treat :3

second image -

Sburb Soda Beta: Mtn Dew with green apple flavoring Sburb Soda Alpha: Mtn Dew Code Red with Dragon fruit flavoring

these were both really good! they kinda tasted like gushers since they had gushers in em. just soda with some nice flavors in there! super sweet! the sburb alpha was my favorite

third image- the mayor strawberry - i didnt eat the strawberry part but the chocolate was nice and Juice says the strawberry wasn't great, since it isn't strawberry season. he says "it was okay!" enthusiastically lol. it was a real big strawberry 😳 and it was super cute :3

fourth image - Grimsnark Milk Tea: Passion fruit, Jasmine, Marigold, and rose milk tea with a green matcha cold foam - not actually the fuckin neon green color from that picture requiem shared lol! i didn't care for this cause i'm not a fan of how strongly rose-flavored it was? but juice enjoyed it, and the green matcha cold foam was nice :3 Strawberry Lalonde: Strawberry and Rose lemonade topped with sprite - delicious!!! i think the rose part of it gave it the slight flavor of tasting like it was spiked, which was fitting lol and it also came with pink rock candy!!

fifth image - The Pumpkin Rodeo: uhhh i cant find the official description of this but it was two waffles with pumpkin ice cream, whipped cream, green sprinkles, and a candied orange slice! - SO FUCKING GOOD but expensive! but the waffles were fresh and hot and it was so awesome. yummyyy i miss it

sixth image - juice holding the Sopor Slime Pie which was just some key lime pie! it was like, super potent lime flavor.. it was pretty tasty i enjoyed it :) but definitely only recommend it if u like key lime pie a lot cause its like a STRONG one lmao. but it was suuuuper fluffy! very pleasant texture :3

not pictured (sorry i forgor but u can find pics on the instagram it just looked like the picture) - High Blood: Blackberry butterfly pea tea and lavender lemonade Batterwitch Latte: Cake flavored latte with actual Betty Crocker ingredients u could definitely taste all of the ingredients listed in the highblood it was a very nice combination, i enjoyed the blackberry ^u^ two of my friends who tried it gave it rave reviews as well! and the batterwitch was a really good, sweet coffee drink i enjoyed it a lot!!! definitely getting that one again, i think it was my favorite. love me an ice coffee..

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Next shop to visit?

This one had a tie, so I let fate decide and it came up

2. The Baker/Butcher

Feeling a little peckish after her visit to the herbalist, she decides that going to the baker and butchers was a good idea. The rations would be good to keep for the days on the road, but since they were in town, getting some fresh goods sounded like a logical idea. The inn would likely have a meal that they could eat before bed tonight.

Yes, the baked goods sounded divine right now. Moving swiftly, she forewent going to the butcher, heading straight for where the baker was setting out more of those pastry puffs she’d seen earlier. She was sure that Luna would like one of them, or maybe something without the cream to keep from hurting her voice. Some buns with meat would be a good lunch too.

“Ah! Hello pretty lady!” a little voice sang out as she sat on the desk next to a simple counting bead board. “Wow you gotta be one of those people from Castledale daddy talks about!”

Smiling, she stepped over to the little girl. “Oh, why yes, I am from Castledale, and thank you for calling me pretty,” she answered, looking over the goods on display. “Do you have anything you think is tasty?”

“Oh yes! The cream breads are great. They’re all light and fluffy and mommy makes the sweet cream inside,” she explained excitedly as she pointed to the treats. “It's special just for today, so you gotta try it. Oh! And daddy just got out some fresh rolls that are soooo good with butter, and… umm… I think the pies coming out this afternoon are good, but he doesn’t have any now.”

“That all sounds delicious,” Star agreed, smiling at the enthusiasm. “I will take four of the cream breads, and a couple of the rolls, would you know where I can get butter?” she asked, trying to indulge the child’s eagerness to make a sale.

“Oh! We gots a lotta butter, daddy always gives a small bit with the rolls. Now uhh…” she began working the beads carefully on the board, counting them before speaking. “That’s nine coppers for all of them. You should try the butcher next door, they have some really good cold meats that they smoke and flavor, and you don’t have to cook it. I think it’s yummy on the rolls.”

“You are a gem, are you not?” she commented as she paid the copper coins, and then put two into the small wooden bowl marked for tips. Best to not confuse the kid if possible.

The baker walked up with a warm chuckle as he held out the ordered foods, “She takes after her mother, sharp as a tack, and a natural talker. Tell Mitch over at the butchers that we sent him, and he’ll know what to get you.”

“Thank you, I believe this is enough for us, we had a hearty breakfast,” she commented, indicating the bard playing in the center of the town square. Getting a nod from the man, he moved to get another tray of bread from the back and set it out as other citizens came out.

Wandering over to sit by the show, she set Luna’s portion on a small cloth nearby, getting a nod from her as she continued playing for the milling crowds. After her light lunch, she felt better and much clearer in her head.

Dusting off her front, she stood, heading to get to the Town Hall.

Time to get some information from the Town Hall, but it’s also important to note just how the information is given.

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Can I get a ML Salt Prompt? With a hint of Felinette.

There are things that Sabine Cheng doesn't like when it comes to her daughter well-beings. ︶ ⠀ ⤭ ⠀⠀ ๋࣭ ⭑ Caline Bustier treats her daughter as a servant doing the teachers job when its suppose to be her job to do it not her daughter. She heard complaints from her daughter at the trapdoor but also finding out that she is Ladybug and the Guardian of Miraculouses but she also knows that her daughter is MDC from the very start. ︶ ⠀ ⤭ ⠀⠀ ๋࣭ ⭑ Lila Rossi for targetting her daughter by manipulating the principal and her daughter's classmates she had decided to do something about before Caline Bustier. She had a hunch that this girl is trying to blame her daughter for something she didn't do it happen before when she was young. She depises bullies. ︶ ⠀ ⤭ ⠀⠀ ๋࣭ ⭑ Alya Cesaire treats her daughter as a doormat but also asking for free stuff even she told her mother to pay for it she doesn't do it. Yet she still wants free stuff like the designs that her daughter makes she did not like it one tiny bit. ︶ ⠀ ⤭ ⠀⠀ ๋࣭ ⭑ Adrien Agreste who seem to be a sweet boy but after her daughter told her the advice that he told her, she was not having it. She told this to Nathalie and Gabriel to discipline Adrien about this high road advice towards her daughter that is enabling bullies for no reasons even Gabriel is annoyed by that advice he had given it to Adrien but it was meant for Tabloid Reporters only but decided to do a different method for Adrien to get his high horse about this high road advice a method only for bullies. As soon as Gabriel realize that his son is on thin ice with the Dupain-Chengs he had to do something about it and possibly for Ms. Marinette Dupain-Cheng to be his future intern or Audrey. ︶ ⠀ ⤭ ⠀⠀ ๋࣭ ⭑ While Sabine decided to do something for her daughter happiness about Lila Rossi, Alya Cesaire, Adrien Agreste, and Caline Bustier they have crossed the line on the mama bear by poking it. Sabine only wants her daughter to be happy away from the toxic class and those so called friends who wanted to make her daughter as a doormat or a pushover by claiming that her daughter is a bully. Clearly she was not having it.

Sabine decided the big guns by calling her mother about the Cheng Family Company in two different branch one in Shanghai and the other in Beijing to be lent to her daughter as the heiress. But she needs her daughter to learn about the family business from her side. She called her mother about the DEAL that she made with her mother after marrying Tom Dupain.

She called one of her close friends in China by enrolling her daughter to Central Academy of Arts it was the same academy that she attended when she was young but this would be good for her daughter.

Marinette gets to be transferred to Central Academy of Arts in Beijing for her business as MDC but also for her family business too as she meets Felix Graham de Vanily along with her cousin Bridgette who is arrange marriage with another Chinese Branch Family who is the heir of CEO Long Company.

As for Chloe luckily for her she was taught Mandarin/Cantonese from Sabine Cheng she is now applying to Central Academy of Arts with Marinette away from the toxic school back in Paris that she convinced her father to stop the donating towards the Dupont for a good reason. As her father listen to his daughter's reason he was not happy about what happen when Chloe explain what exactly is happening in the school.

At the end Lila Rossi, Caline Bustier, Adrien Agreste, and Alya Cesaire got into a alot of trouble with the parents and the school board by the Mayor himself who had reported it with Sabine Cheng afterwards. The students of Caline Bustier well their parents got super pissed and decided to withdraw their children from the toxic school into a homeschool or a new school for a fresh start.

As for Nino well he apologize to Marinette before she transfer to China for her new school with Chloe Bourgeois but he still gets in trouble by his parents so he is at his new school to continue his dreams since his parents owns a Music Label Company.

The Police Officers and Roger found something at the CCTV footage in Dupont on the main part with Lila Rossi. Roger wasn't very happy with this girl being friend with his daughter after finding out this girl is working with a terrorist they did what they had to do is to arrest this girl Lila Rossi but also informing this to Nadja Chamack about it as well. Italy is in thick ice with Paris right now cause of Lila's actions. Lila's father is not happy nor her mother isn't. Lila's mother decided to disown her and fix her family honor from the embarrassment that her daughter made.

Caline got fired from the School Board for her silly methods and also enabling bullies too while Damocles gets demoted as a principal for doing his job horribly against School Board demands. But Damocles gets his redemption after realizing his mistakes but wanting to redeem it as a good principal like his brother was in from a different school.

Adrien well to him he didn't have any social skills due to his father abusing him so why not let Nino to be concerned about his well-being by calling the CPS on Gabriel clearly Nino wanted Adrien as his new brother along with Chris it would be alot helpful for him to gain social skills. Gabriel also fired Lila Rossi in person he was pissed when Chloe told him the truth about Lila sexually harrassed, blackmailing, and calling people of his son's classmates as a bad influence even if its Lila who is a bad influence to his son by some classmate of his son who sent it to him but seem to be on struggling with the CPS but decided to let it go.

Lastly Alya got the major hint of lawsuits by celebrities and Ladybug as her parents forced her to delete her Ladyblog down for posting false stories. But she has to pay the amount of money that she asked free things from Dupain-Chengs. Sabine already made a restraining order on Alya Cesaire, Adrien Agreste, and Lila Rossi for good just away from her daughter.

#mlb prompts #caline bustier bashing #bad teacher caline bustier #bustier salt #good parent sabine cheng #sabine cheng #lila rossi salt #no lila rossi demption #marinette moved schools #marinette deserves better #felinette #adrien salt #alya salt #felix graham de vanily #busiter gets fired

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Hi I love your writings... Can you write prompt 89 with 98? Maybe with Steve or Eddie which ever one feels right.

Sure thing, anon! I chose #98 and Steve, if that's alright! Baby blurb below the cut!

Prompt 98: “if we weren’t in public right now i’d have my head between your legs”

Pairing: Steve Harrington/fem!reader

Warnings: Highly suggestive (16+ - no actual smut, but definitely spicy), fluff, established relationship, Steve being driven nuts by reader in a sundress

It’s hazy, the way it tends to be late in the summer - the air is warm and thick, only tolerable thanks to the gentle breeze that offsets it, rustling through the trees and cooling the skin. It’s too beautiful of a day to spend inside, which is why when you had heard that a pop-up fair was coming to town, it didn’t take much to convince Steve to take you. After the disaster that was Mayor Kline’s fair a few summers ago, this one seems much more promising.

You can’t remember the last time you and Steve went on a proper date - life had gotten busy, as it tends to do, and you two hadn’t taken much time to do something nice together lately. Which is why you decide to treat the night out like something a little special - you slip on a sundress, throw on some mascara and perfume, and head out the door when you hear his car pull up out front. When your boyfriend sees you, he lets out a low whistle, followed by a soft damn. Despite yourself, you feel your face heat, and giggle softly as you lean across the seat to give him a quick kiss.

“You look beautiful,” he says, face full of adoration as you close the car door.

“Not so bad yourself,” you reply, grinning as he backs out the driveway and down the road. The whole drive, you hold Steve’s hand on the center console, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on the back of your hand. A few times, you have to remind him to keep his eyes on the road, which thrills you more than you’d ever actually admit.

Once you’re inside the fair, though, all bets are off. Usually, there’s hardly anything to do in Hawkins at the height of summer, so you want to do everything - ride the Ferris wheel, play games, drink fresh-squeezed lemonade and split an ice cream with Steve, reveling in the cacophony of corny carnival music and the screams of people on rides.

The whole time, Steve indulges everything you want to do, with a smile on his face. However, it doesn’t escape your notice how he can’t stop touching you; his hand in yours as you walk the grounds, sweet kisses at the top of the Ferris wheel, arm around your waist as you throw darts at balloons on a wall. Now, sitting towards the end of the night, you sit on a bench, taking in the sight of the neon lights against the night sky. You’re resting your head on Steve’s shoulder, chewing on the salt water taffies you had bought from the candy stand. Fair-goers walk right past you, in search of late-night snacks and rides with the shortest lines, but you’re more than happy to rest for a bit.

“This is nice,” you say, breaking a comfortable silence that had been going on for a few minutes.

“Yeah,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your temple. “It is.”

His arm is around you, gently rubbing your bare arm. You lean into him, sighing as you breathe him in - musky cedar, mint, and a hint of smoke from his favorite cigarettes. Soon, though, his hand is wandering downwards - his hand gently brushing your side, snaking down to your thigh. You nuzzle into his neck, before lazily trying to kiss him. You miss his lips, the first few times - you get his neck, his jaw, then the corner of his mouth. Finally, your mouth finds his, and you sigh into the kiss. It’s sensual, and slow. You shift, facing him better as you kiss him more hungrily.

Suddenly, the rest of the world is drowned out, and it’s only him - all of him, everywhere, flooding your senses like the air you breathe. His hand comes up to cradle your face, cupping your jaw as you open your mouth a bit, allowing his tongue entrance. He groans slightly into the kiss, his other hand gripping your thigh, causing your dress to ride up a bit.

The moment the cooler night air hits the bare skin of your thigh, you’re brought back to reality - the smell of fried food, the din of laughter and screams, and the acute awareness of things that aren’t Steve. You pull back, gasping for breath as you laugh.

“Steve!” you cry, giggling more as he tries to attack your neck with kisses.

“Yeah?” he asks, nuzzling into your shoulder.

“There’s - ah! - there’s people around -”

He pulls back, and sighs. The few wary looks of passersby don’t escape your notice, a few people rolling their eyes or laughing to themselves as they pass you two on the bench.

“That’s too bad,” he whispers, his voice rough and heated. He leans in closer, lips inches from your ear.

“Because if we weren’t in public right now, I’d have my head between your legs.”

You shiver at that, immediately feeling your heart flutter, warmth pooling and pouring down within you.

“Is that so?” you ask cheekily, biting your lip as you look into his eyes.

He nods fiercely, tucking a few strands of hair behind your ear.

“Yeah, baby - from the second I saw you in this goddamn dress, you’ve been driving me nuts.”

You smile, and grab him by the back of the neck, kissing him quickly and fiercely.

“Well, if that’s the case -” you look around, making sure nobody was too close to you, “- maybe you should take me home and help me out of this goddamn dress.”

He groans at that, then springs up, startling you as he makes his way to his feet.

“Well, if that’s the case -” he murmurs, holding out a hand to you, “- let’s get the Hell outta here.”

You take his hand, letting him help you up so you’re standing face-to-face. You grin mischievously, pulling him close to you by the waistband of his jeans.

“To be perfectly honest, Stevie,” you whisper in his ear, “we might only make it to the car.”

After that, neither of you can make it off of the fairground fast enough.

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Trouble's More Than A Word (It's A State Of Being)

Chapter Eight of Sweet Home Alabama

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x OC (Linley Mitchell/Floyd), Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x OC (Linley Mitchell/Floyd)

Description: Carole Bradshaw is more than a little suspicious about her son's fiancée. Linley Floyd is sweet and kind, sure, but there is something about her which seems completely fake. It's no wonder that Carole goes to the one person she always trusts to sort such misunderstandings out - her chief of staff. Meanwhile, you're still reeling after finally breaking things off with Jake. It feels like you're lost and alone. So you go to the one place where you've always had a friend, Floyd Plantation. Some time with Bob always makes you feel a bit better. The intrusion of a pushy loud reporter has the whole story spilling out of you. It's obvious you've made some mistakes, but hopefully getting back to New York will help.

Themes: love, attraction, angst, sex, cheating, lying

Warnings: aftermath of cheating,

Word Count: 2820

A/N: I can't believe we are already at chapter 8! We're half-way through this story, everyone! I wish I could say we're only halfway through the drama, but I can't!

AO3: Cross-posted here!

Wattpad: Cross-posted here!

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Office of the Honorable Mayor of New York - Carole Bradshaw

"So, any news, Beau?" Beau knows exactly what his boss is looking for news on. But, well, he wouldn't be her chief of staff if he didn't give her all of the information. Three campaigns with Carole Bradshaw over the past fifteen years have taught him exactly how much she loves being in control of every aspect of her career. It takes a special woman to have run for Mayor of New York and win four times.

"Well, your polling numbers are at an all-time high. Your opponents have all put out statements in recent days that have seen their approval ratings sinking like a lead balloon. Additionally, Bradley’s numbers are on the rise. Everyone loves New York’s youngest Secretary of Housing. The ground-breaking ceremony from the other day went over a treat. Especially when Bradley picked up that little boy and spoke to reporters as he napped against his shoulder.” Emotions flit across Carole’s face at lightning speed. Beau can catalog pride, happiness, and joy in quick order before an expression he’s seen every time she wants to get ahead in the polls settles on her face.

“That’s good, Beau. Very good.” The way she stretches the words out means that she’s not as pleased as she sounds. She leans forward, the lines of her crisp dark suit making her look predatory even in the bright sunlight. “Now, what have you found out about Linley Floyd?”

“Nothing much. The first mentions of her in New York are from about seven years ago when she applied to and enrolled at FIT. After that, I found only glowing reviews - from her professors, her prior bosses, every model and fashion house she's worked with." He takes a breath, feeling icy blue eyes drilling into his face.

"But no mention of her before seven years ago?" He just nods. "What about in Greeneville, Alabama? Are there any mentions of her, her family, anything about her there?"

Beau flips through the notes he has written on the notepad in front of him. "No, ma'am. There isn't a single mention of her. There was not even a notice in the school newspaper, or an old yearbook, or anything about her at all. I haven’t been able to find any mentions of her father, Peter Floyd, either. There are mentions of a Pete Mitchell working for the Floyd family as a mechanic and all-around handyman, but that’s it."

Beau notes the fleeting disgust on Mayor Bradshaw’s face as he mentions the name Mitchell, but he doesn’t think anything of it. Not when her face shutters and she pushes back from her desk in an explosive movement.

"Something is definitely not right with that girl." Beau stands nearly at attention as Mayor Bradshaw strides past him to look out the floor-to-ceiling windows lining the eastern side of her office. "So here is what we're going to do. You're going to catch the next flight to Greeneville, Alabama. You're going to track down the Floyds. I want to know everything about them, from how long they've been in Greeneville to a full background check on each member of the family. Get everything about the family you can. Hell, even interview the townspeople. Linley Floyd is hiding something, and we're going to find out exactly what."

Before the final syllable slips past her lips, her phone is already ringing off the hook. As seems to be happening more and more recently, Beau feels like he just stepped outside of the eye of a hurricane. There's nothing to be done but go the way the winds blow, so before he can blink, he's on a plane to Alabama. Time to dig up the dirt Mayor Bradshaw needs.

Floyd Plantation, Greeneville, Alabama

"Well, hi there, Miss Linley." You have to smile at Mrs. Apple, the Floyd family's housekeeper, when she opens the door. Seeing her smile feels like you've fallen right back into your childhood. Back in those days when you and Bobby used to trip through those doors with wide grins and muddy shoes after school almost every day.

"Both the Floyd men are out on the grounds, prepping for tourists, y'know?" She says the words with a resigned, fond sort of amusement. Floyd Plantation is still a functioning farm. But there’s still a big demand for tours. Once you know about Floyd Plantation’s history, well it’s easy to see why. If only so you know why you might have to dodge anvils if you’re walking around on the street.

“They’re out on the grounds, sugar. Watch your step as you head that way. Colonel Floyd’s been messing around with something explosive to launch anvils over the past couple of months.” You smile and wave goodbye to the smiling woman and meander your way through the grounds. It’s beautiful on the plantation. It always has been. Each step crushes fresh grass beneath your boots.

“Well, well, well.” You have to smile at the words even as arms wrap around you in the warmest hug. “If it isn’t Miss New York herself down here slumming with some ‘Bama natives!”

“Hey, Bobby.” He’s smiling from ear to ear. “Watch out now. Granddad’s out on the back field messing around with the gunpowder mix for tomorrow’s reenactments.

“But that’s not what you’re here for, is it?” You shrug one shoulder, unable to make eye contact because you’re sure you’re far too transparent to him.

“What, did you run out of people who would lend you a sympathetic ear in town and so you came all the way out here?”

It’s almost uncomfortable how close to the truth Bob gets, and you feel like you need to disassemble. “I forgot how beautiful it was here.” With the dappled sunlight sliding across your face, you feel something a little like peace sinking into your bones.

“It didn’t take much for you to forget a lot of things, now did it, Lin? Jake’s not the only person you ran out on.” It’s true. He’s not. You left behind every single person who loved you, who knew you.

“And well, if rumors are to be believed, you got what you wanted last night. So how long is it going to take before you leave town again?” Isn’t that just the question? “The Catfish Festival is on in town, too.”

You’re not at Floyd Plantation for very long, but you feel rather like you’re on the wrong foot as you walk out the front doors only an hour or so later. What you're not expecting is the behemoth of a man getting out of the maroon rental parked on the curb. He snaps a couple of pictures of you and walks right up to you on the stoop.

"Hello there, Miss Floyd. My name's Tom Hollingsworth, and I'm with the New York Post."

"Did you say the Post?" Your confusion must show because he hands you a glossy business card.

"Yes, I did. I was hoping to interview you and your family and maybe take a few pictures of you in your natural environment? If you don’t mind, that is." While you know the Post has done interviews before, you're not sure you would qualify. Marrying the mayor’s son can’t be the only reason. More important is how this man seems awfully familiar. You could swear you've seen him before. But where? You wrack your brain to try to figure out where and how you’ve seen him, but at the same time, he seems to be waiting for a response.

"No.” Your response is a little too blunt, and you can see the predatory glint in his eyes. “I mean, yes, I do mind. I'm sorry, but everyone's just headed out for the day." Your voice is conciliatory.

"You know this place is exactly how you've described it. It must have been amazing to grow up here. I'd love to get a few pictures of the inside." He's got a smarmy grin on his face.

“But I was just heading out.” You put on your best smile, the one you pull out for interviews.

“Well, I can come back, you know?” No, no, no, you can’t have that. So you find words pouring out of your mouth that you’re kicking yourself for the minute they pass between your lips. “Maybe just a peek.”

God, can this guy just take the hint and disappear already? You open the door just a little, but before you can close the door again, he muscles his way in through the door.

“This is it! Home, sweet home!” Your smile is starting to feel more than a little fake.

“How old is this place?” He sounds blandly curious, snapping pictures of everything he can see, poking his nose around corners, and even attempting to open the drawers and doors of the antique credenza in the foyer.

“My great-great-great grandfather, Charles Floyd, built it in, uh,” You could recite the history of Floyd Plantation in your sleep. But what this interloping stranger is doing is distracting you. “1853.”

“You must’ve had a ton of fun sliding down this banister.” But before he can touch the polished wood, you see a member of the staff on the upper landing. There is panic coursing through your blood as you twist Hollingsworth around.

“Over here, we have the, um…” You’re just tall enough to peer through the circular window, and well, a kitchen’s not really interesting, is it? If it were empty, you would have dragged him in there, but Mrs. A’s pulling cookies out of the oven. She could blow your ruse in a heartbeat. “Kitchen, but well, that’s pretty normal. Even in a plantation house like this one. Let’s start over here.”

If Mrs. Apple sees you, you’re screwed for sure. There’s no way the sweet old woman will call you anything other than Miss Mitchell or Miss Linley. But the door opposite the big kitchen is locked. Just as the swinging door opens, you drag Hollingsworth inside the small closet.

“Now, over here, we have my favorite room. It was part of the, um, Underground Railroad.”

“Why are we whispering?”

“The whole place is haunted…” He’s going to know you’re lying. “by ghosts of, um, the Civil War soldiers.”

As luck would have it, when you nudge the door open, the hallway is empty. But you jump right out of your skin when old Colonel Floyd strides past you muttering about “Dang Confederate Buttons.”

“So, Miss Floyd, is that one of the ghosts?” You have no idea what you’re going to say.

Before you can say a word, Bob walks out of the kitchen. “Linley? What’re you still doing here?”

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. How are you going to get out of this?

“I’m Tom Hollingsworth, New York Post. Miss Floyd was just showing me around the plantation.”

Bob’s face lights up with an unholy glee as you plead with him using just your eyes.

“Mr Hollingsworth is writing a piece on the family. You know, since I’m marrying the Mayor’s son and all. I had no idea, isn’t that something?”

"I'm Bobby Ray. I'm Linley's cousin. She must’ve forgotten her manners." He smiles and shakes Mr. Hollingsworth's hand before leading him up the main stairs.

“When the Yankees marched through Alabama, they tried to destroy our metal-forming capabilities. Well, as it turns out, the only way they thought to do that was to place barrels of gunpowder under the anvils.”

You've seen photographers take their sweet time snapping pictures of the locations, examining and repositioning their subjects an umpteen number of times before they're satisfied. Hollingsworth takes a single picture of each room and seems far more interested in what Bobby is saying. “They didn’t go very far, though. All they managed to do was blow the anvils sky-high for a few seconds. In honor of that act of pure stupidity, we reenact the events for the tourists.”

"It must've been something growing up here." That line of questioning. You've heard it before. Someone's told you the exact same phrase thousands of miles away from here. It's when he pushes his glasses up his aquiline nose that you place exactly where you've seen Tom Hollingsworth before. Tom Hollingsworth isn't his name at all, in fact. Beau Simpson is, and he is Carole Bradshaw’s Chief of Staff.

This means trouble. There is unease prickling across your shoulders, and you can feel a tension headache brewing as Bobby leads you to a balcony overlooking the back lawn.

Obviously, the anvils all over the lawn caught his attention. So does the explosion from behind the shed.

When old Colonel Floyd whoops in the air, something wicked takes over Bobby’s face.

“Hey, Grandpa!” His shout makes something a lot like rage curl your lips more than your fake smile. “This is Tom! He’s doing an article on Linley’s wedding!”

“Well, I’ve never heard of her!” Like it happens every once in a while, both you and Bobby burst out laughing. If your laugh is a little giddier and more relieved than Bobby’s, you hope nobody can tell.

"Well, Miss Floyd, Mr. Floyd, it's been a pleasure. You have my number, so look out for my call. I'll be sure to follow up if I have any other questions!" It feels like you can finally breathe when the car pulls away. But it's obvious your legs don't get the picture because Bobby has to wrap his arm around your waist to keep you upright.

"C'mon, Lin. I think we oughta chat."

Sure enough, just as soon as you're back in the house, Bob fixes you with his piercing blue eyes.

"Spill, sister."

So you do. You tell your oldest friend about how you'd wanted to reinvent yourself. How you'd picked Floyd as your nom de plume while in New York to distinguish yourself.

"Does he know? Does Bradshaw know that Linley Floyd's not your real name?"

"He doesn't."

"I think you have to tell him, honey. You're marrying him. And that's a pretty big lie to maintain. What's he going to think when you sign your marriage license as Linley Mitchell instead of Linley Floyd?" You can't forget that you need to talk to Bradley. Come clean about everything, including the past few days in Pigeon Creek.

“There’s something else that happened too, Bob.” Your heart’s in your throat as your best friend pushes his spectacles up his nose and turns his blue eyes on you.

“What happened?” Your tongue feels like it’s tied into knots as you twist your fingers together in the face of his gentle smile.

“ImayhavesortofsleptwithJakeagainlastnight.” The words spill out of you in a rush, which has Bob with his head in his hands.

“Do you want to run that by me again, Lin?” He sounds confused and a little disappointed in you.

“You slept with Jake again. But you’re still marrying Bradley Bradshaw?” He’s rubbing at his temples like he’s trying to stave off a particularly terrible oncoming headache. “How did you think this was a good idea?”

“I-” You’re not sure if you were thinking at all that night. It had just seemed right, being with Jake. Even though you’d fought with him and screamed and yelled and downed more alcohol than you probably should have, it still felt right. “I know.”

You’re still miserable, though. The guilt’s eating you alive. You love Bradley, or well, at least a part of you does. Being back in Pigeon Creek makes you feel like Linley, who is in a relationship with Bradley Bradshaw, is a different person from Linley, who was in a relationship with and loved Jake Seresin. Bob smiles softly when you stutteringly relay your feelings over.

“Who do you truly love?” Well, if you knew, you wouldn’t be so confused, now would you? “I mean, think about it, Lin. When you close your eyes and think about the one person who you’d like to see when you wake up in the morning and who you would like to fall asleep next to at night, who do you see?”

You let Bob ply you with cups of sweet tea and Mrs. Apple’s cookies fresh from the oven as you try to figure out the tangled snarl of your emotions. But you can’t. Eventually, the conversation turns into actually catching up with your best friend. The question of your feelings is still in the back of your mind. Maybe if you don’t address it, nothing bad will happen, right? In any case, you’ll be back in New York soon, and Jake Seresin will be nothing but a bittersweet memory. But first, you have your final Catfish festival to go to and a reenactment to attend - it would break your dad’s heart if you weren’t there. Forty-eight hours longer and you’ll be back in New York. You can hold on for that long.

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