#anyway we have a running joke that my older sister is just the slightest bit bi

[jemmo]

my sister watches bad buddy - ep 4

- pat is the definition of these muscles are here for nothing pls protect me

- omg he went for the waist

- look it’s an actual cat (not pran the cat)

- i rlly wanna see what long haired guy (she means korn) looks like with his hair down

- does his shirt say friend (me like 👀👀👀 she noticed)

- why are they dressed like church boys

- omg it’s the lesbian!!!!!!

- wow she’s bold for the first day

- *trips* wow i would’ve run away and changed schools

- oh sorry pran let me accidentally walk into you head on

- oh sorry pran let me accidentally get in your way when i can fully see where im going and have my hands out ready to hold your waist

- oh it’s pat, that’s the pat face (when pran looks through the keyhole)

- pats rlly out here like “do you not understand how far were in to this relationship, I’m moving in”

- pat rlly like “come and sit down honey stop disturbing domestic time by trying to kick me out”

- oh yeah this is what bros do, just shoving heads up shirts

- and take your whorish lil flip flops with you

- he’s insufferable i adore him (and yes, shes talking about pat)

- pran really shut that door like i just saw heaven. and then proceeded to sit on his pat infested sofa and bask in all his sweat. fuck that boys got it down bad.

- pran: leave me alone. also pran: wtf why aren’t you texting me to tell me where you’re going

- uh oh pat been caught playing away from home

- i know i should be rooting for pat and pran but pat and ink would make the hottest couple ever

- pat looking at ink like oops my bisexuality is showing

- *sees inkpa interact once* hmmm yeah I like them

- oh shit pats been caught playing away AGAIN

- prans like “oh sorry I was just having a gay hallucination”

- i approve of his short shorts

- who’s he looking at!!!!!!

- both pran and ink like my homosexual ass?? like you????

- look at him taking in the stray puppy

- stop sniffing!!!!!

- come on he just wants cuddles. you can’t deny those biceps

- *rubs hands together* yesssss the bracelet jealousy

- *chanting* say no. say no. say no.

- NO!

- oh fuck that hurts

- no, no, I know you don’t mean it but pls stop talking pat, you’re just making it worse

- that’s what heartbreak looks like *points to his single tear*

- you may have stole my heart but you will never steal my duvet!!!

- *fades to black* *she turns to me* i’m not ok

(ep 1) (ep 2) (ep 3)

#im SO SORRY im so behind on these #work has been exhausting me but im gonna schedule all these to post over the next couple of weeks #bc yes we only have one ep left #and shes been putting off for weeks bc she doesnt want it to end #and were waiting for the perfect friday evening alone to watch it #anyway we have a running joke that my older sister is just the slightest bit bi #bc shes rlly weak for kate winslet in the holiday specifically #and now ink is firmly added to that list #so yes ink makes everyone gay for her its a fact #and shes obsessed #one of my fave lines shes ever said that i cannot stop bringing up #and idk if its in these anywhere but ill say it here anyway #THIS IS JUST ICONIC #I WANT TO BE IN AN INK PAT SANDWICH #and she believes in lesbian himbo supremacy #and yet they’re keeping up the precedent bad buddy set of saying we are not shying away as a show or as actors #bad buddy series #made by jemmo

[burnedbyshoto]

initiation

— “Marriage within my family is different,” Shouto stated, trying to carefully choose his words. This put you off just the slightest bit; Shouto had never been one to be careful with what he was saying after all. “For us to marry, our future spouse must be initiated into the family.” The word initiation hung heavy in your ears.

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pairing: todoroki shouto x fem!reader + todoroki family x fem!reader (endeavor x reader; touya x reader; fuyumi x reader; natsuo x reader)

warnings: 18+, smut, hardcore, gangbang, cream pie, choking, degradation, breeding, slapping, anal, anal fisting, size difference, finger gag, piss kink, older sister kink, facesitting, squirting, handcuffing, sadist!todoroki’s, masochist!reader, fuck machine, daddy kink, overstimulation, rimming, punishment, cucking, double penetration, biting and marking, mating press, orgasm control, slapping, praise, latex, healable branding, blow Job, hair pulling, mental break

word count: 28,823

a/n: i kept the beginning & rewrote the rest of this. like last time, please do not read if you’re even remotely uncomfortable with hardcore settings. this is some twisted cult mind thinking the todorokis family got in this fic. it’s not for everyone, stop reading immediately if its not for you. thank you & sorry. it took 3 hours for me to transfer this all over LOL ;-;

kinktober day 10 main kink: gang bang | kinktober masterlist

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Golden wisps of light shone through the open window; the gentle winds of spring pushed forward, filling the quiet room. Shouto lay in the warmth, blocking you from the light, casting shadows on your face. He had woken up moments before, his chest warms with content and deep admiration while he drank in your sleeping form.

Last night had been your fifth anniversary, and as a couple who was always doing something in the day, the night had been perfect for the two of you. Shouto had made the both of you dinner; he’d had Bakugou teach him how to make your favorite meal (Bakugou might have also fixed the seasoning when Shouto wasn’t looking). The two of you enjoyed a night of dinner, video games, and passionate, amazing sex. 

Shouto knew that there had been something wrong with you. There was the smallest bit of disappointment in your aura for the entirety of dinner, significantly heightening at the end of desserts. It had faded with time, talking, and interaction, but he had seen it, felt it lick against his chest in slow, chilly tendrils. 

Under the covers of the bed and the warmth of the rising sun, Shouto reached out and rubbed your cheek with his thumb.

Your skin was soft under his rough fingers, and he slowly traced the curves and lines on your face. Dipping down to where your lips were and traveling in the part between the lips he knew intimately. There was no stopping him when Shouto’s lips pressed against the tip of your chilled nose. 

But it was enough of a touch to wake you up. Shouto watched your heavy eyelids part open, tired eyes coming to meet his own in a kind gaze.

“Good morning, my love,” Shouto murmured.

Your dry lips smacked together, a grumble deep in your throat while you shifted your naked body closer to him. “Morning, you're warm…” you mumbled into the valley between his pecs. “What time is it?”

“Noon.”

“Mm, horrible,” you grunt, and Shouto chuckled. He wasn’t much of a morning person either, but you were someone who put even night owls to shame when waking up. 

“I’m going to go shower, then I’ll make us breakfast,” Shouto told you, his fingers brushing your hair from your face. “Want to join?”

“So you can try to sex me up in the shower?” you scoff, but your tone is light, joking, loving. “I’ll take five minutes of extra sleep.”

“You’re a brat,” Shouto smiles, unable to keep the joy from his voice while you chuckle throatily. He presses a kiss to your mouth, ignoring both of your gross mouths before going to do as he said. 

The shower didn’t take long, and Shouto was dressed in sweats before moving out to the kitchen. As he prepared breakfast, he heard the shower turn on, and he smiled softly that you had taken the initiative to get out of bed before breakfast was ready. By the time he was wrapping up, you had emerged from the bedroom.

You wore an oversized shirt of his, barely reaching down to the curve of your ass.

“Mm, thank you,” you chirp when Shouto places the plate of food before you; it was nothing crazy, just a bowl of white rice made via the rice cooker, your eggs just as you liked it, and a serving of mixed veggies. You grab onto his shoulders to bring him into a sweet morning kiss that definitely was minty, unlike the last time.

The both of you ate in silence, the good night's sleep still slowly letting you go from its grasp; his gaze, however, remained on you the entire time. That disappointed air came back to cling on you.

“You gonna tell me what’s wrong, angel?” Shouto finally spoke up once you were done; now that you had food filling your stomach, you seemed calmer.

Your eyes focused back onto him, the slightest bit of shock highlighting on your face at his keen judgment, but you shrugged, your smile sad. “I thought you were going to propose last night, that’s all.” Those words shouldn’t have caused Shouto’s eyes to slam open, his entire body stiffening over, and even if it was slightly, he knew you could read him better than he could read himself at times. Your jaw dropped a bit, confusion evident in your face. “Why’d you react like that?”

Shouto purses his lips, composure regained. Marriage had definitely been something the two of you had talked about, and to Shouto, he saw you as a life partner. He knew that he never wanted to part with you, ever. But marriage? A proposal on his own end would mean… no, he wouldn’t do that to you or himself.

“I wasn’t planning on proposing last night,” Shouto fully admits, watching the way that your head nods in recognition. “But… I also won’t propose to you, ever.”

Now that's new information to you. 

It was now five years of being in a committed and loving relationship. The five years filled with late-night conversations of your future, yet you had never really talked about weddings and such. Granted, in your mind having a list of what to call your future children seemed like a marriage sort of ending.

“Wait, what?!” you gasp, confusion, and something deeper growing within your stomach. “Why wouldn’t you ever propose?!”

Shouto’s face is grim, his nostrils flaring while he looks to the side, his mind going a million miles a second. 

“I can’t tell you,” he hissed venomously, his shoulders taut and flexed in his anger. “I wish I could tell you, but it's not my place too,” he looked back to you, his eyes honest, sincere, and flickering with possessive jealousy. “I want to propose to you, y/n, I want to marry you, I want to be yours in more than just soul and love… but to do that… I can’t put you or myself through that.”

“What are you going to be a groomzilla? I met you when you were fifteen, trust me I can handle you—”

“No, it’s not that,” Shouto sighs, but there’s a soft smile on his face for a second, an indicator that you had amused him despite him. “It’s more complicated than that.”

“Well then, tell me,” you reach across the counter to hold his hands. His hands are warm in yours, spreading heat throughout your body. You pressed a kiss to his knuckles, continuing to do so until his ears were tinged pink. 

Shouto groans, his hands grasping yours and pulling your hand back to his mouth, and he presses a long and silent kiss to the back of your hand. His eyebrows were scrunched together, the heat in his hands fluctuating, indicating the emotional turmoil going on within him.  He places one more kiss upon your hand before pulling his lips from your hand, but he still keeps his hold on your, not willing to pull away.

“Marriage within my family is different,” Shouto stated, trying to carefully choose his words. This put you off just the slightest bit; Shouto had never been one to be careful with what he was saying after all. “The Todoroki’s that my father came from have family traditions; traditions that must be held up to no matter what. Over time and society's modernization, some have survived, and some have not, but one thing has stayed this entire time. For us to marry, our future spouse must be initiated into the family.”

The word initiation hung heavy in your ears.

Whenever the word initiation was used, it was done in the context of cults. 

Shifting in your chair, your head tilted to the side, “Initiated?”

You were a Pro Hero, though, someone who was greatly respected within the country for your strength and ability. You could handle anything they threw your way.

“I can’t tell you what it is,” Shouto snarled, his face running with a million conflicting emotions, but above all, anger and enviousness hung on. He wanted to tell you, but he couldn’t, his hand gripping yours harsher than it had been while he tried to stay calm. “But only my family can allow you to marry me. I can’t even propose until after the fact, and I don’t want to put us through that.”

“I don’t care what it is, though,” you whisper, your thumb stroking the side of his hand, trying to get him to reason with you. Your free hand reaching out to hold onto his cheek, willing Shouto to look at you. His eyes met yours again, and there was nothing in them that proved that he didn’t love you; he wanted to marry you too. You purse your lips before it melted in a warm smile, “No matter what your family has for me! Even if I have to eat Touya’s burnt to a crisp curry! I’ll do it for us, for you.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t want to see you doing what you’ll have to do,” Shouto grunted, his cheeks burning with his words. “I just don’t want to have you be put into this situation, I can’t have you doing this for marriage. We don’t need to be married anyway. We don’t need to be married to love each other forever.”

But just as much as you could read Shouto’s emotions and thoughts like an open book, he was the same for you. His eyes softened immediately at the sight of your reaction that lasted for what felt like a millisecond.

“What’s wrong?”

You sigh, your body stilling while you shook your head, “I can’t be with you forever without being married. I know having a band around our fingers and having the government recognize our relationship isn’t what love is about, but I just… I value marriage. I want to be a bride, I want the ceremony, the reception, the day spent in love with you. I know that in the end, marriage doesn’t mean shit, but I want it. I want to tell our kids — if we have kids — about our day, show them videos and pictures of how it went. I want to be able to talk about it. I can’t be in a relationship where we go unmarried… and I love your family! And I’d like to believe that they love me too! I’m sure we’ll be okay.”

Shouto’s face solemn, his stomach twisting. This was something he should have seen coming. It was something he knew was coming, but it still made him stoic hearing it. 

Todoroki Shouto was in love with you, all of you. You indeed were it for him, and he knew that and recognized it, but this was something you wanted. Something he now denied you for his own reasons, and while they were honest intentions, they still didn’t benefit you. But you were his everything.

“Fuyumi and Natsuo’s spouses never show up to family events anymore because of it, you know?” he stated, not to scare you, but just a sad and honest observance. He didn’t want you to stop showing up to family events either. He loved seeing you there with everyone and didn’t want that taken away. He looks at you and sees you nodding. You had been there for weddings after all, but you had no interactions with them, with the entire family being there besides that event. “You’re sure I’m the one that’s meant for you?”

Your head nods without hesitation, an ember burning brightly in your eyes. You would be an idiot if you thought he wasn’t.

“Fine, brat,” Shouto sighs, walked from the other side of the counter to stand next to you, his hands letting go of yours to rest on your hips, his forehead pressing against yours. “I’ll talk with them, I’ll see when this shit initiation will take place.”

He still hadn’t proposed, but the mere thought of everything happening soon sent bubbling joy through you. A giggle escaped your lips seconds before you pressed a chaste kiss to his lips, but Shouto’s mouth bit back at yours, drawing you in with passion and fire.

“What could they possibly do?” you mumble against his lips, your lips curling into a smile when he lifts you from the chair, his fingers sneaking under his shirt on your body to rest on your soft hips. “It’s not like I’m going to die.”

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Shouto arrived at his family's house the next day, and without even entering the house, he was already dreading this talk. Sucking in his teeth, he opened the front door, exchanging his shoes for slippers, and continued into the house.

Bright laughter and conversation greeted his ears once he made his way out of the front room, and he looked into the kitchen where his parents and siblings stood, eating and talking.

“Shouto!” Fuyumi chirped, having seen him immediately. “You showed!”

Shouto watched his entire family turn to look at him, smiling when he bent down to hug his sister and mother. Touya winked at him, stealing a bite of food from Natsuo’s unsuspecting plate. Natsuo was waving, his eyes pinched closed while he chewed, and Enji was flipping something in a pan but acknowledged Shouto with a simple nod.

“We weren’t expecting you for dinner!” Rei smiled, brushing Shouto’s hair from his face with a kind smile. “Why didn’t you bring y/n?”

Shouto inwardly winced; he was hoping to have this conversation after they had all eaten. He knew there might be a chance to have them suspend the initiation for you had it been after they’ve eaten after all. But at the mere mention of your name, the words poured from his lips, unable to stay in.

“I want to marry her,” he said simply, and at that, they all froze.

The conversation ceased, and Shouto felt the grey and blue stares of his parents looking to him while observing his siblings. The sizzling of the pan's food mockingly loud, popping and exploding at the lack of attention on it.

“I don’t agree with the initiation, the thought of sharing her… pisses me off, but she needs this,” Shouto further explained. His heart hammers in his ears, the squeeze of his stomach, making him nauseous at the knowledge of what was to come. It was inevitable, unwilling to change despite the many years and horrible results. “So, I’m here to tell you that it’s happening, and your approval of our pre-engagement.”

“Wow, Shoucchan, she must have you by the cock and balls for you to change your mind like that,” Touya was the one to break the silence, his eyes glinting with devious joy. 

“Yeah, are you sure you’re going to go through with this? I mean, you hated just participating with our spouses!” Fuyumi said, concern deep in her eyes.

“Cock and balls,” Natsuo coughed out, and Fuyumi threw a glare at their laughing brothers.

“Well, we’ve been dating for five years, and she says marriage is something she wants,” Shouto shrugged, his hands sweating from his parent's lack of response. Of course, the initiation would only take place should they allow it, and while he wanted to hear his parents admit that they loved you, he didn’t want to listen to it too. “And she’s the one for me, so here I am.”

“Cock and balls!” Touya and Natsuo cackled like a pair of hyenas, and Fuyumi turned on her heel, going over to reprimand them. 

But Shouto was now focused on his parents. Enji held onto the spatula with a steady hand, and how Rei was watching her husband cook. Shouto wasn’t registering anything his older siblings were yelling about, his attention solely on his parents, who finally looked at one another. Silent conversation through their eyes alone before finally, they looked at him.

Grey and blue met greys and blues. 

“And this is what you want, Shouto?” Rei’s voice speaks up. Her voice is soft and gentle, her eyes reaching him with motherly warmth.

“Yes,” Shouto responds in complete earnest. He wanted you above anything else.

“And y/n doesn’t know anything about what we do?” Enji asks, his stare leveled and unshakeable.

“She knows there’s an initiation,” Shouto admits, unable to lie to his parents. “I told her that was the reason why I wouldn’t propose, but she doesn’t know anything that entails.”

A soft hum sounds from Rei’s lips, her head nodding in her thought. Once more, Shouto watches his parents look at one another, silent communication between the two of them before they turn back, finalizing looks on their faces.

“Well, we absolutely adore y/n!” Rei smiles warmly, tears coming to her eyes at the thought of her baby finally getting married. “We had always hoped she was going to be the one you married!”

The strangest feeling of relief, pride, and horror sunk through Shouto while his mom enveloped him into a hug. Many more hugs were passed around, and Shouto’s smile never perked while his siblings and dad eventually embraced him in congratulations. They all wore wedding bands, the metals only shining brighter while they moved around dinner finally ready.

“A week from today, does that work?” Shouto asked, knowing full well that it would be the day you had off and the day following off. He knew that you were going to need it. 

“We’re retired, any day works,” Rei giggled, pushing Enji with her shoulder while she brought the plates of food to the table. 

“I’m free, too!” Fuyumi announced with a thumbs up.

“I can push my schedule around,” Natsuo mutters, but signals that he’s all for it.

“I guess I can, y/n is pretty enough to have me wanting to show up,” Touya sighs while slouching on the floor.

“Try and put your ugly hands on her,” Shouto snaps at his older brother, his eyes narrowing while Touya lazily smirks. 

“Oh, they’ll be in her too!”

“Well, it’s agreed upon, next week we will have our initiation,” Enji announces, his eyes narrowing at his sons, who were growing in hostility and anger. “Meet here at noon, do not tell y/n anything of what’s to happen, or else. Any objections?”

“No.” came Shouto’s response through gritted teeth.

“Good, now Shouto, are you joining us for dinner?”

“...yes,” Shouto grumbled, choosing the seat closest to Rei and sat down with a scowl that seemed more like a pout.

“Well then, here’s to the future happy couple!” Rei cheered, a glass of warm sake lifted in joy.

“Cheers!”

One week later.

You had returned home late after the day Shouto went to visit his family, exhausted and ready to collapse into Shouto’s loving and muscular arms. But when you returned to the house, you were shocked to see that he was sitting on the couch. Fingers fisted into his hair with his irritation and disbelief. 

“It’s taking place this day, next week,” Shouto groaned when you sat beside him, pressing into his side with your lips to his shoulder in silent comfort. “I’m sorry that this is the only way you have to marry me.”

“I guess you’re lucky I love you that much,” you tease, your fingers rubbing his arm. Shouto snorted, his face turning to look at you. His face was grim, obviously not at all happy with whatever the initiation was, but his eyes always warmed when he looked at you. And you were delighted to have his lips press against yours. 

So, there you sat in the car, you were dressed up in a flattering dress because the presentation was always important when meeting the Todoroki’s. You were serious about marrying Shouto, and you hoped that you would get their approval no matter what it was. 

Sighing, you looked to Shouto, who was to your right driving. His hands clenched so tight around the wheel that his knuckles illuminated with white. He was stiff, glaring out in the distance of the road while he breathed harshly. He had said that there was no official dress rule and that it would be acceptable if you showed up in anything. True to his word, Shouto was wearing a plain white t-shirt, that was partially tucked into his dark jeans. You had always enjoyed this look on him, but there was something you had to do about his smoldering aura. 

You sigh and tug his arm towards you. The way he attempts to jerk his arm away doesn’t escape you, but you still clutch his arm and lace your fingers with his. You place a soft kiss to his fingertips and smile when you see him shudder slightly and then relax. It’s a small victory, but a victory nonetheless.

“You look ready to crash the car, are you okay?” you ask, stroking soft lines to the back of his hand with your thumb.

Shouto sighs and looks over at you. His face is still set with annoyance, but his eyes brighten, and his lips quirk into the smallest of smiles.

“Like I’d crash the car with you in it. If I wanted us to die, I’d be much more dramatic than that,” he says, and you laugh in protest. His smile brightens, and he brings your hand to his mouth and presses a gentle kiss to it.

Shifting in the leather seat to face him a bit better, you stretch towards him, your eyes narrow with curiosity, your fingers pinching his cheek. “Answer my question, brat!”

Shouto sits there for a bit, gathering his emotions before he sighs, irritated once again.

“It’s going to be a lot today, I know you said you could handle it and whatnot, but I’m still worried,” Shouto expressed, the slant of his eyebrows coming together, his eyes flashing as he looks at you for just a moment. “I don’t want you to hate me for this, and say you don’t want to marry me after it’s over.”

Your eyebrows scrunch. 

You knew that this had been bothering Shouto all week, and he had been rougher in every aspect. Even in bed, he had been rough and hard, leaving you breathless, bruised, and impossibly sore afterward. “You know it’s going to take more than your family initiating me for them to scare me off.”

“Yeah, I know that. I hope you keep to that opinion too,” Shouto sighs, your hand that held his tightening. “I just don’t want the worst to happen. And the worst thing that could happen is that you don’t understand why we do what we do and that you’ll leave me. Or maybe even tap out, which would mean you didn’t pass the initiation.”

“Well, I think I’m a lot stronger than you’re giving me credit!” you exclaim, pushing his arm once more so that he could glance your way once again and see how serious you were about this all. “I’m going to pass with flying colors and hear Endeavor, and Rei say I’m the best daughter-in-law!”

“I’m sure you are already the favorite, but I’m not trying to underestimate you, love. It’s not going to be easy,” Shouto sighs, his eyes glancing over to you as the two of you pull into the driveway of the Todoroki’s main estate. “This can take a turn to the worst really quickly.”

“I’ll be fine. I survived three years as a target to the League of Villains and survived. This’ll be easy as pie,” you reassure him. 

You didn’t know how to take his uneasiness. Was it a hoax? Some initiations were simple things that were way overhyped, and you weren’t sure where Shouto stood on this exactly. Shouto nods his head as he unbuckles his seatbelt, and he’s out of the door before you could question him about his insecurities. You sigh and unbuckle your belt, knowing how anxious Shouto is.

You brush your hair out of your face, and the car door opens. You looked up with a small grin as Shouto offered you a hand.

“I can’t tell you how long this’ll take, but I hope that at the end of this, you’ll love me as much as you did last week,” Shouto says. The words stir butterflies in your stomach while you roll your eyes playfully. 

As if you could ever stop loving him.

Humming, you let Shouto help you out of the car, and you couldn’t help but bring your serious boyfriend in for a gentle kiss. The kiss lasts more than a few seconds, his lips trying to get everything out of you, but you pull away, not wanting his family to be looking at the two of you somehow. The irritability on Shouto’s face is gone when you pull away, but he isn’t hiding the fact that he wanted the kiss to be longer.

“I love you,” he whispers like some prayer, a hope that you won’t hate him for this, and he closes the car door behind you.

“I love you, too,” you smile like a lovestruck idiot while he begins to lead you to the front door. “This’ll be fine! I’m sure your family will be happy with me.”

Shouto doesn’t respond, his attention focused on unlocking the front door. He slides it open and puts out a hand, holding you with a firm hand to your waist. “Let’s go.”

You smile in grace, thanking him while you stride in. You took off your heels, replacing them with their guest slippers while Shouto slides his feet into his own. The two of you walk with entwined hands, instinctively you moved towards the living room area, but was surprised when Shouto veered towards the opposite side of the hallway. Still, you said nothing, figuring that maybe it was a part of the initiation. 

With no idea of where he was taking you, you followed after Shouto, your anxiety building when you stopped outside of the house's training room. You had been in here a few times, Endeavor had invited you over for some rounds of sparring.

You remember it was the first time meeting the then number one hero as Shouto’s girlfriend, and to say the least, you had left a great impression. But still, you were in a dress, there was no way you’d be able to fight his family dressed like this.

“I love you,” Shouto whispers, his hands grabbing you by the shoulder, his stare intense. “I need you to know that.”

You chuckled, your own growing anxiety starting to taste bitter on your tongue, “I know, baby, I love you too.”

Shouto nods, his lips pressing a rigid and unmoving kiss to your lips before he sighs. He pulls away, nodding once more before turning to the doors. He opens it and ushers you in.

Much similar to when you had first come into this training room, it was void of any work out equipment, the floors lay barren except… was that a bed?

“Welcome, dear,” Rei’s voice speaks, and you turn your head to see that the matriarch of the Todoroki family is sitting in an elegant chair. Deep ruby red fabric that made the white-haired woman pop even more as she sat on it. In her hands sat a wine glass, the silvery-white dress on her setting an ethereal scene before you.

“Hello,” you respond back, your smile warm and sincere despite the way your stomach rolls in anticipation. 

What was going on?

“Shouto,” she called out, her hand gesturing towards the chair that was beside her. 

You blinked multiple times.

The chair was daunting. Made of steel, completely bolted to the floor with an excessive number of holsters attached to it. 

What on earth was going on?

There isn’t enough time to react, your face being held firmly within Shouto’s hands, and an angry, bitter kiss is scorched against your lips until he is forced away. You stay put where you were, confusion limiting your actions, but you could tell just by staring at his back that Shouto did not want to do this.

Shouto took a seat on the chair, his nostrils flaring, and his eyes an inferno.

“Y/l/n y/n,” Rei spoke with what you could only describe as glitter to her tone. The wine glass was pressed against her knee, her grey eyes observing your every move. “Do you want to marry my son, Todoroki Shouto?”

“Yes,” you speak with no hesitation, despite the anxiety bleeding into your tone. 

Her lips spread into a kind smile, her head partially nodding, and with a lift of her wine glass, the final words you would later find out to be incriminating spilled from her tainted bitter lips.

“Will you do anything we demand of you to marry him?”

A beat.

“Anything.”

A dark glint fell against her typically bright eyes, and as if from thin air, Touya and Natsuo appeared at Shouto’s side, the restraints being done immediately. His ankles, calves, and thighs were strapped to the chair, his arms shoved into a device you knew well to be a quirk nullifier, and a muzzle on his face, his head strapped to keep his gaze on the bed in the room.

You moved towards Shouto, a dread filling you because were you supposed to fight off his family while wearing this dress?! 

But before you could even begin to question what was going on, a large and hot hand envelopes your wrist, and you’re pulled backward against a taut chest.

“Welcome to our initiation!” Rei informed you sweetly, the red liquid finally spilling past her lips and into her waiting mouth.

You looked up the second you collided with a firm chest, but you can’t say you were expecting Endeavor to be behind you, one hand encasing your wrist and the other pressing your hips to his thigh. The patriarch of the Todoroki family towered over you in his height and massive build, but he wasn’t staring at you, his eyes not at all concerned by your horrified expression. Instead, he was staring at Shouto, a cold smirk on his face.

“She’s quite dolled up,” he spoke, the tone of his voice sending a shiver of fear down your spine.

Enji looked down at you, almost thrilled that you hadn’t already passed out like some other people who have tried the trails of this initiation. “He didn’t tell you what was going on today, correct?”

“N-No,” you flinch, feeling the way that his heavy hands touch the insides of your thigh lustfully. Did you imagine the way that his fingers seemed to feather over your skin?

“Each blood member of the Todoroki family gets an opportunity to breed you,” Rei piped up, and with your heart pounding in your ears, you looked over at the white-haired mother who was surrounded by all her children. Touya smirking, Fuyumi smiling, Natsuo winking, and Shouto glaring holes into his father's head. “They get to fuck you in however way they see fit to make sure you’re cut out for my baby boy. Don’t tap out for the next six rounds, and the Todoroki last name is all yours.”

There’s no denying that you finally understood why Shouto didn’t want to propose, but with your fears still forming cohesive sentences on your lips, a loud sound of tearing fabric beats the words from your mind.

“Wow, that’s some lingerie she’s wearing, Shouto, are you sure you didn’t tell her?” Touya asks, his lips pulling into a snide smirk while your arms instinctively went to cover the indecent state you were in. It wasn’t as if you had worn lingerie. As a matter of fact, you were only clad in a simple black cotton pantie and bra, but that didn’t keep you from blushing like a prude. A loud rattling of chains is the only noise from Shouto, but you were too busy trying to fight the tears forming in your eyes when Enji’s hands met your breasts.

Twisted feelings squirmed under your skin while Enji manipulated your breasts, tugging at the warm flesh. You felt frozen to the core. What was going on?!

“What are you doing?!” you splutter the moment Enji raises you from the floor, his hands twisting you so that you are now facing him, and adjusting you roughly so that you were only aware of him. 

You and Enji had a good relationship, but there was no denying that the look on his face right now was one you should never give to your son's significant other. His face was dark, the scar on his face looking more ragged, impossibly wild. 

“You seem like a nice girl,” he states, his hands pressing your hips firmly against his crotch, and you could feel the growing length that he had in his pants. “Nice hips, firm legs, you’d look so pretty full of cum, so pretty pregnant with our blood.”

Something curls deep within your skin, sitting restlessly onto your nerves only to be interrupted by Enji’s teeth burying into your neck. You flinch away, your body trembling under the undeniable embers that sprout as he inflicts a bite on you. Enji sits on the edge of the bed, his hands gripping your waist so that you were straddling his thigh. The muscles' indentations and curves on his legs added an unholy feeling to the slick that soaked your panties.

His eyes train on the way you sit on his thigh, your cunt growing wet and wetter when he shifts you back, then forward. Your puffy and sensitive clit continued to rub up against the rivets of his muscle. You whined loudly at the teasing friction, the stupidly soft friction, and if he was anything like Shouto, there would be much, much more. 

“You’re so tiny compared to me,” Enji growls, continuing to grind you against his thick thigh. It was almost a ridiculous sight, you on his massive thigh. His distinctive muscles ridged against your sensitive clit, stimulating you to no end while you cried mercy, and his hand smacked your pert ass.

“What— What are you doing?!” you squeak and flinch when you're slammed against the mattress. The oxygen in your lungs shortens immediately; the burning of your skin explodes when the panties are burnt from your body. 

“Do you not understand what Rei meant when she said we get to breed you?” He asks, his eyes taking in the way that your legs are hopeless in shutting him off. The thickness of his hips and thighs overwhelmed any strength you could ever have. The sounds of a zipper echo in your ears, and you barely have time to peer down when his cock comes out.

Hard as a rock, thicker than your forearm, and already leaking.

“I must admit, the day Shouto brought you home, I was hoping this day would come,” Enji chuckled humorlessly, his left hand fisting his already erect cock, and his right hand slamming your struggling hips down. “Now, let’s see what exactly about your cunt drives Shouto wild.”

If you thought you knew what pain was before right now, you had to be wrong. 

Enji’s girth was overwhelming, nearly splitting your shuddering tight walls while he buried his cock entirely within you. Nausea builds in the back of your throat, your hips bucking in their relentless attempt to adjust to the way that he was splitting your walls in two, and the choke that gargles from your mouth only seemed to be a sweet symphony to the other members of the family. 

“SHIT!” you cried, painful tears pushing past your eyes, dripping down your cheeks while Enji shuddered.

“You’ve got a really tight cunt,” he growls, his hips shifting against you, setting off another round of painful screams while he situates within you. “No wonder why Shouto wanted you for himself… mhm, this is nice. A tight young pussy always means a fertile womb.”

His hips then begin to thrust upward into you, the tip of his cock unable to reach the beginnings of your walls that he seemed to attempt to get to with each powerful blow. But it was his girth that had your body tensed, back arched in pain, eyes clenched in nothing but pain.

Pain. Pain. Pain.

“Hey!” SLAP. 

Your head snapped to the side, a burning, stinging pain on your cheek, alerting you that your eyes were closed. Your piqued breathing spluttered as if you were having some sort of asthma attack. Enji looked down at you, turquoise eyes burning devilishly down at you, his lips curled into an unapproving snarl while his hands pushed at the bottom of your knees. “Don’t you dare take your eyes off me this entire time. Don’t waste my time.”

You whimper loudly, the feeling of his forcibly moving hips getting to be much easier on you, no longer a wave of intensive horrifying pain, but mild throbbing pain. “You have to be gentler, you’re so much bigger than mE!!!”

The sheets' fabric under your body seared with heat when Enji shoved you further onto the bed. The bed dipped under his weight, your legs twitching almost pathetically around his waist while your sight nearly blackened with his next action. With his drilling hips and snarling speed, your screams and shouts of pain, pleasure, and fear were interrupted by an enormous fist around your neck. And his mouth pressed into your cheek.

“Don’t you know how to teach your whore to be quiet, Shouto?” Enji hisses, his thick hand clenching around your neck. Oxygen refused to flow to your lung, and you went light-headed, choking noises emitting from you while he continued to slam his cock in you, your clenching and almost splitting walls unable to keep up with the speed of the retired number one hero. “I don’t want to hear you drown out my lovely wife at all, do you understand?”

Your head throbbed, the blood forcibly kept in your head, and the lack of oxygen made your world spin. 

Rei?

Soft whispers hit your ears, and in a panic, you realized that Rei was, in fact, speaking. Her attention is on you, eyes bright with lust watching her husband's cock ramming into you with the speed and strength of only accomplished pro heroes. But she was whispering to Shouto, who seemed to be doing everything in his power to escape. 

But as if you could read Shouto’s mind, his eyes reached yours, and you didn’t see regret at all in his eyes. No, nothing in him stated that he didn’t regret putting you here, because there was a simmer in his eyes. Something that told you that he shouldn’t be enjoying this… but he was. 

That sent endless shivers down your spine, emitting choking coughs from your mouth.

“There we go,” Enji sighs, his broad chest pressing your thighs into the bed, cutting off what limited oxygen you had left, and increasing pleasure within you by a tenfold.

“Shit, such a filthy fucking cunt you have,” he savages, your walls spasming against him with his wild, obscene thrusts. He moves his hands so that they press against your knees, pushing them into the mattress, increasing the ability of which he drills down into you. Your strangled scream goes unnoticed by Enji, your fingers scraping against his scarred back, a desperate plea for him to be softer.

But he wasn’t someone who cared.

The sounds of his cock slamming into your sopping pussy created loud wet noises that made you cry in embarrassment. Your face felt like it was seconds from popping out, Enji’s weight crushing you on top of the abhorrent position he was fucking you in, but he found it as an excuse to speed up. His rugged grunts are warnings in your ears as his cock finally hits your cervix with consistency that makes you wail. The stretch he gave you was boggling, and you were progressively less aware as he drilled in harder. His slams were so hard the sound of his thighs hitting your ass let out a continuous and loud slap.

There was no denying that you and Shouto had been rough in bed. Hell, at least thrice a week, he had your skin bruised and bleeding, his back forever scarred with your fingernails, but this was on a whole new level. 

The force in which Endeavor slammed his hips to meet yours, the growling pants in your ear that sent a liquid fire that could never match the heat of his quirk to your core when your head smashed against the bed frame. “That’s fucking right,” he laughs, drool pouring past your lips, your eyes crossing. Pleasured sobs expelled from your lips, invigorating something powerful within the entire family who watches on with impatient stares at the sight of your squeezing cunt around Eniji’s cock. “Take my fucking cock, bitch, don’t fucking pass out yet, we’re not done.”

He pistoled into your gripping core with the intent of getting himself off, uncaring, unmotivated by your pathetic whining, and crying. But your thrashing and wailing do not stop Enji, nor do they lessen the pace and the force he’s settled in as the bed begins to creak with every powerful thrust.

“I needa— holy shit, r-right there!”

“What? Do you need to come already?” Enji mocks you pushing up off you so his back is curved, and your body so small underneath him.

Your eyes can no longer stay open as the only noises leaving your mouth are whines and begs for more. You forcibly clench around him in an attempt to stir a reaction from him, but all he does is snarl quietly as he continues his rutting force. The pounding is rhythmic. His balls bruising your ass where he hits you. The feeling of Enji’s cock entering and leaving you draws your eyes to the back of your head as you pathetically whimper his name, his thighs hitting your ass at bruising force, only adding to your pleasure. Your heart hammering in your ears as you heard Enji snap at you.

“I thought I told you to keep your eyes on me at all times.”

Before you could even pathetically open your eyes, his cock has removed from your cunt, your body spasming from his lack of fill. Your mouth sobbing at his absence, a need for him to return despite the undeniable tremor and ache of your core. He’s off your body as well, and oxygen floods your lungs in dizzying and shallow pants. Your vision fuzzies out, and you stare almost brokenly at Shouto, who meets your gaze with a burning fire.

“Watch and learn, Shouto, this is how you handle someone who doesn’t know how to listen.”

You don’t have time to digest his words, Enji grabbing you by the roots of your hair and pulling you to your knees. You only manage to get a sharp cry out, pain flaring in your scalp when you're thrown onto your knees before Enji. 

Your body feels tired already, sore, and beaten, but Enji looks down at you with blazing turquoise eyes, and his calloused fingers rub at his length. You blink once, thrice, and his hot and wet with your slick cock slaps your face. “Open up, whore.”

There isn’t any time to question because the crown of his cock pushed past your lips and the taste of Enji and your essence filled you. 

But ever so demanding, Enji wastes no time starting his punishment.

You try to keep up with the momentum of his viciously thrusting hips, your jaw already aching with the vast space you need to keep his cock in your mouth, and you choke against him the moment his swollen head hits the back of your throat. Enji groans, his hands cemented onto the back of your neck, his moans tight and low, and his cock twitching in your mouth.

“Look at you, you’re good at this,” Enji observes, his fingers moving to slap your sensitive nipple, making you cry around his cock. “Too fucking good.”

The words ignite a fire within you, and your legs tremble in unneeded glee, but there’s something about the way that having all their eyes piercing your every move, studying the way your cheeks subconsciously hollow around his cock that thrills you. You wanted them all to fuck you until you were nothing less than a mess. You needed him to give you his cock back instead of sucking him off, your cunt crying in need of being filled — needing more than the undesirable rubbing of your thighs together.

 Your arms shot out, gripping the back of Enji’s thighs as you willed him closer. Your jaw widening, hot breaths of air expelling from your mouth. You could feel Shouto’s angry eyes burning you. So you moaned louder, your tongue lashed against his swollen head. Enji’s thighs clench when your mouth sucks against the head of his cock, your tongue pressing flat against the tip.

 “Did someone finally fucking wake up?” Enji grunts, his hips moving with more unrestrained power into your mouth.

Making a pleasant sound, you hollow your cheeks out and taste the saltiness of his pre-cum. Delighting at the harsh curse, you guided him further in. One of his hands is soon braced on the fuck machine between your legs, but the other is tangled in your hair, pulling it and twisting it as he wishes. He’s pulling hard enough to hurt, tears springing uncontrollably into your stinging eyes, enough so that you can choke against him, the angle and the position on your back already increasing the likelihood of that happening.

Enji’s grip on your hair tightens, and he realizes that you’re keeping up, his once sneer evolving to one of sinister appreciation and glee. His dance between aggression and savagery is an art. You don’t have time to trail his bulging veins with your tongue; he steers his cock further down your throat. You don’t bother to hide how satisfied you are by his action as you relax your throat, letting him all in.

 “Fuck,” he hisses, his hips bucking forward, he can’t stop himself from demanding more. You don’t mind; you open wider to take more of him in, and his cock thrusts further down your throat. He’s now panting, in his desperation, judging from the strangled sound he makes as you take him even deeper. “I didn’t think you’d be able to do this. I guess we’re — shit — full of surprises.”

The thought of being good enough makes you moan, and you gag softly, trying to take him deep enough now that he must be able to feel the vibrations from your throat because that makes him hiss out another curse. He’s shaking with the effort of slamming his cock down your throat. Your fingers holding onto his clenched muscles to the best of your ability.

The raw, primal, and wet noises of his cock entering and leaving your throat are maniacal, your hands leaving his thighs to press onto your needing cunt. 

He’s underestimating you, however; you could take him in all power and length he could muster. You know that as you begin bobbing your head, and the hiss that breathes past his lips. Digging your fingers into your clit, you cry around him, and finally, he notices what you’re doing.

Enji grunts, his hands slapping your hands away from your weeping walls. You choke against his cock, the building pleasure in your core gone, leaving you behind sputtering and gagging against his slamming cock, “Did you think I stopped fucking your cunt so you could do it in my stead, whore? That’s my cunt to fuck right now, don’t you dare. Fucking. Touch. It.” Every enunciation has your nose burying into his skin, the tears flowing from your eyes intermixing with the drool that is pouring from your mouth as he shoves you back down onto the bed. 

You gasp loudly, your chest heaving with the burning pain as you stare at his purpling, thick cock that looks seconds from exploding. You shiver in delight.

Shouto stares at you, his once fiery eyes silent ice. Cold, dangerous, deadly.

“Such a disobedient daughter-in-law. First, you don’t look at me. Next, you deliberately touch yourself when you’re supposed to be pleasing me?! How am I supposed to believe that you’ll be suitable for my precious Shouto when you clearly can’t follow instructions,” Endeavor chides, his hand twisting something you can’t make out. Your eyes were heavy, pain, and pleasure swelling through every active cell in your body. “Let’s hope you don’t choke on your saliva, now do we?” There was nothing you could say in response as his fingers buried in your mouth, and you gag at the pressure on your tongue.

And just like before, pain exploded in your body. The fingers in your mouth pressing unfairly into your mouth further inducing the choking madness that threatened to have you puking against the sheets as he shoved inch by inch of his completely swollen cock into your tight cunt. You fail to keep up, broken, horrible sobs muffled from your mouth while he finally bottomed out in you.

You twisted in pain, trying to move away from him, but were held in place. 

“Stay still, and take it,” Enji growls, not at all amused with the panic fluttering through you. The way that Shouto held your tearful gaze made your spinning head nearly fall off your shoulders. So cold, so unattached to what was happening. Your sobs soon fade to gargled chokes, your ass clenching against his deliberately moving cock, but Enji seems to enjoy that you were adjusting so fast to what was going on. Slowly, your sobs become whimpers, whimpers becoming heaving breathing until you adapt to the jarring pain that was Enji’s fat cock in your pussy again.

“Make sure you suck my fingers, whore,” he whispers, and with that, he seems to unleash everything he had, no longer caring about how you were feeling.

In and out, he moves, his hips moving faster than a manageable speed, only slightly hindered by your clenching velvet slicked walls, and your eyes welled with tears at the constipated feeling in your stomach. His fingers tweak and pull at your clit, then nipples, savagely teasing them, uncaring that your lips left drooling puddles on the bed, you could barely suction around his thick fingers. 

Your gaze was still locked on Shouto, his gaze delighting you. But as if Enji could read your thoughts, his thrusting movements became quicker, harder, and more solid until a familiar sensation of his balls slapping your skin burns into your mind and your body.

You whimper against the bed, your teeth sinking into his fingers, your back arched to sinfully, your eyes crossing in your delirium. Drool coats your chin, your body nothing more than his fuck toy. Enji’s sweating, unshaven chin scrapes against your shoulder, his voice diminishing into growls and snarls, the pinch on your clit, making your hips buck against his cock, and he began to barbarically slam into you.

 Your body moves with his every movement, your slick dripping from your cunt, and he lets go of your nipple. In your crazed state, you sob at the loss of contact, but his hand strikes against your soaked clit with a loud sound. The force alone nearly sends your eyes focused, your vision blurring when his finger dives into your lonesome asshole.

 More and more fingers join his initial one working double the speed of which his hips slam into you. His fingers pushing the limits of your ribbed walls; he curls his fingers against your walls, dragging and coaxing them deliciously against your clenching heat. Moving his fingers against his cock; the thin walls that separated his fingers and his cock brushed together, sending you into a new frenzy while you sobbed his name against the gag.

Begging for more, begging to come.

“I want you to come now,” he snaps, you moaned loudly, knowing that he was nowhere close. “Come, you filthy bitch, cum against your father-in-laws cock.”

You garble against the gag, your jaw unable to move for its slack against the mattress, electrifying pleasure singing your nerves, and with a loud smack to your pussy, you come hard against his cock, clenching him in a vice grip.

Each powerful snap of his hips sending your back arching to the heavens, the balls of your feet digging bruisingly into his back. In and out he goes, your cunt nothing more than a cocksleeve for him, and your wanton screams and mewls taking him further and further.

Enji all but laughs into your ear, his hand pressing your head so that you could stare at Shouto while he fucked your pussy, his breath hot and heavy in your ear while he taunts you. “Wouldn’t that be embarrassing? Nine months from now and not being able to tell if the bitch in your womb will be from the rest of my sons or me. You, my son’s future wife, giving birth to his half brother half son, that would be something, huh?” you sob in the thought, not because it’s horrible, but because it makes your cunt throb ludicrously in thought. “I’m going to fill you up so good, whore. You’ll be leaking my cum for days. I’m going to make sure you carry the Todoroki gene, and I hope that it’s my son you carry.”

The words incite clenching heat in your core, your lips unable to form anything but a weak, pitiful moan because the thought of being filled to the max with Todoroki cum makes your mind spin. More, you want to milk them all dry. You want nothing more than that.

With a ragged breath, a consecutive full thrusts that send his cock slamming against your cervix, Enji cums fully within you. His load is long and heavy, your belly feeling like it's bulging when he finally emerges from your cunt. His once hard cock limping in his hands while you lay there defeated, your intermixed cum spilling from your pulsing cunt. 

“Look at that,” he muses, and you can feel warm, thick liquid dripping from your cunt and down onto your ass. “A pretty dessert.”

You lay on the mattress, breathing ragged, uncomposed, desperate. “Come on, you’re going to have to do better to last another five rounds,” Enji growls, his hand guiding his cock down to you, but he was on his feet. Towering over you, you turned to look at him, eyes heavy with everything you’ve been through already, and then something warm hit you. Warm, wet, retched smelling. Urine fell over your legs, splashing among your stomach and ankles, soaking you with secretion you never thought would touch you in such a way. 

“Isn’t this what they do to mark a bitch?” he asks, his voice filled with humor as if he had told the world’s funniest joke. But the spirit dies quickly, replaced with a sinister seriousness that has you gasping in both horrors and need. “Don’t forget who you belong to now, y/n, you’re the Todorokis’.”

 “Leave it to this fucking idiot to piss all over you when no one else has had their fun,”  a grumbled response comes to your left the moment Enji leaves your side. 

Your neck aches, your throat raw when your eyes locked gazes on Touya, who looked at your naked, piss-drenched body with a look of disdain. “I can’t fuck her like this, how fucking gross are you, Endeavor? Just because you go first, so you don’t have limp dick during the best part doesn’t mean you get to fucking do this.”

Touya’s hands grabbed you by your wrists, yanking you up onto your feet so that you stood off the bed. His hand gripped the ruined sheets, burning them instantly. There was nothing left behind on the bed, not even billowing ashes as you stared with your jaw-dropping in thought. Then something cold, wet, and smelling heavily of chemicals pressed against your skin. Touya rubbed cleaning towels against your body, rubbing you dry with a look of disgust on his face.

“I’m not against pissing on whores, trust me, but like hell I’m fucking someone covered in Endeavor’s piss,” Touya growled, shoving you onto the bare mattress to clean off your legs. Your skin felt rubbed raw by the time he was done with you, but you lay there, staring up into his turquoise eyes while his head tilted in thoughts. He took in your body with cold, calculating eyes, an aura of mystery falling on him. “You really are hot. I almost can’t blame Shouto for not wanting to give you to us in this way. I would never share a slut like you, that’s for sure.”

Your chest hitched. The way that he stalked you up onto the bed, crawling after you with an almost crazed, almost insane glint in his eyes that screamed at you, was dangerous. Every cell in your body telling you that this wasn’t safe, that you needed to get away, but you wanted that ring on your finger. You wanted Shouto.

“Where do we begin?” Touya asked, his voice void of the craze you saw in his eyes, sinisterly sweet, utterly dangerous.

There was no helping the way your instincts told you to run, nor that you listened to your instincts without even noticing most of the time. With every move he made towards you, there was an equal retreat from you. But with as little as three moves away from him, Touya grew tired of your game of cat and mouse. And his lips curled into a snarl. 

“I guess the old man didn’t do shit about your independent flare, did he?” Touya spat, his eyes narrowing, his hand grasping your ankle before you could even think of escaping further. “Let me tell you something slut. I don’t like playing around. You give me what I want, when I want, when I say so, or else you’ll get fucked over. Do you understand?”

You couldn’t say yes or no; you only kicked the air when he dragged you towards him suddenly, your knees burning into the bare mattress, your lips gasping loudly. You were dropped onto his lap; Touya was now sitting at the edge of the bed, his knees burying into your stomach, and you wheezed with the pressure. 

“What are you doing?” you ask, your head trying to look at the eldest Todoroki son, your body shifting in your raising fear. You knew what was going on, you weren’t that much of an idiot, but the panicked words still poured past your lips before you could try to stop them. His hand pressed against your bare, sore ass. His hand moving up and down your cheeks, circling and kneading the soft flesh as if in contemplation. But for you, it was nothing short of anxiety-ridden torture.

There was a moment of silence while his hands disappeared from your skin, and you thought maybe he wasn’t going to spank you after all. Licking your lips, you turned your head to see what exactly his expression was. But you were too late.

His hand rose and fell with extreme force. His right hand slamming down against your ass cheek, the sharp slap noise made your body clench in his wake, you shriek while your skin throbbed in his path. The pain made your legs buckle, a hot pressure reigniting in your core, and another loud slap repeated on your other ass cheek.

You yelped loudly when Touya yanked your head back. The arch in your back was dramatized by this action; your back ached as another heavy slap echoed against your throbbing, sensitive skin. His light, almost wild breathing hits the shell of your ear, and chills shoot down your spine when he snarls.

“If I want to be cruel, you better understand that you have no say if I am or not!” he laughs in your ear, his hand landing harshly against your throbbing, pinching skin. “Was the rules of the initiation to make sweet love to Shouto’s wannabe wife? No—” his hand comes down against your ass with great powerful slaps, ignoring your growing shriek and screams— “it was fuck you however we wished. I don’t give a fuck about what you want, about the way Shouto is seconds from ripping from his chains. I will fuck you until you’re blistered and bruised. Do. You. Understand?”

You can’t find the will to answer, your body convulsing and shaking with pained pleasure, your tongue unable to form any sort of words from the stinging, burning pain, the only noise you can emit are screams. The next spank that comes across your ass nearly sends you tumbling off his lap. Your arms pressing desperately onto the edge of the mattress and onto the floor, the weight and struggle to keep yourself upright was a challenge as Touya abused your ass until you could feel the outline of his hand rising from your skin.

“Answer me, slut.”

There was no stopping Touya’s heavy hand against your pert ass, his nails digging into your stinging flesh, and you could not think of anything but how your cunt throbbed for the man beneath you. Your sobs of pain had slowly turned into those of pleasure, and you could feel Touya’s fingernails most definitely cut into your sore cheeks, the cut flesh stinging even more than the others. It delighted you.

“Y-Yes, Touya!” you pant, your body trembling in your blossoming excitement and need for more.

“You like this, don’t you,” he barks with nearly crazed laughter while he rubs circles against your heated skin. His eyes are locked with his youngest brother, uncaring about your reactions, but gleefully seeking the way that it was on Shouto who could match the raging glare Touya had perfected. “Look at her, Shouto! She’s a desperate fucking slut! Do you fuck her like this at home?! She’s trembling with excitement, and she was trying to get away from me this entire time. Should I fuck her until she no longer wishes for your cock? Maybe she’ll leave you for me! Ha! The thought of that! I wouldn’t mind a slut looking like this! With no clothes, no way back from this? Oh, she’s perfect!” His laughter is cut off at the way the chains and the metal around Shouto’s wrist for a moment are unable to contain his quirk, the metal building with frost and ice, coloring red on the other end. Touya grins, his eyes dropping from his raging baby brother to return his attention to you. “Count the number of times I spank you, I want to hear you counting and thanking me every time.”

Slap.

“One.”

Your words were barely above a hoarse whisper, just enough for the entire family to hear you count as you trembled like a leaf on his lap. His taunting words to Shouto had a significant effect on you, on top of Shouto managing to for a brief second overpower the quirk canceling restraints had you seeing the heavens and the hells while you sighed contently. His upper lip pulled back into a sneer as he let go of your hair, throwing your head down. You yelped in pain when your head smashed into his thigh and once again when his fingers went and pinched your swollen pussy lips.

“I know you can fucking scream louder than that, don’t make me ask again for the thank you too. I’m not doing charity work. Try again.”

Slap.

“One! Thank you!”

Your mind reeled as Touya continued his conquest against your ass. 

“Two, tHANK YOU!” you screamed, feeling his burning hand landing against your ass.

Touya’s laughter rang merrily in your ears as he continued to abuse, to slam his palms against your ass. You could barely remember the number you were on the numbers pouring past your lips. Nothing more than some thickly coated babble that he took in acceptance anyways. The added sensation of his alternating heated and standard hand that almost felt like ice against your burning, blistering ass increased the desire in you to find you as you were now. 

Ass bright red and in the air, your blood long dried against your throbbing skin, thighs trembling where they were pressed onto Touya’s lap, and saliva and tears seeping onto your weak, shaking arms.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he cooes as two of his fingers slide against your wet slit, and your ragged moans fill the room with the need of more. He continues petting your folds, and while his other hands move to gently stroke your abused ass, your hips begin to buck against his wandering hands, trying to get them to slip between the folds. “Such a greedy little slut. Do you want me to fuck you with just my fingers? That would be a little boorish.”

His chuckle is barely heard by you, for as he said that, he pressed the head of three of his scarred fingers into your cunt. A sharp whine slams from your throat as he pulls away just as quickly. The empty teasing of his action makes you crave more. You shift your ass back, the action full of temporary regret as soring pain flashes through your lower body. He did not hold back.

Gritting your teeth, you continued pushing against him, craving more.

“Is this not good enough for you?” Touya chuckles, but there’s that twisted humor to his laughter that sinks like a stone in your stomach. “Wonderful, truly perfect.”

His weight shifts, and the next thing you know, your back on the mattress. Your ass presses against the rough material, and you sob in pain at the feeling of the blisters and burning, bruised flesh of your ass pressing into the mattress. You fall onto your knees, trying to alleviate the coursing pain that throbs through your body from his past ministrations. But Touya is busy doing something else, his hands handling something black, shiny, and tight.

“W-What is that?” you grimace through your pain, your eyes watering slightly while you stare up at Touya, who stretches the black material in his hands. The material is foreign to you; you’re unsure of what it is, only that you’re increasingly positive that it’s latex and that there are two small holes in the center of them.

“I’m an ass guy,” Touya states simply, his eyes concentrated on the latex in his hands before his eyes dropped to your chest. “But I can appreciate a good pair of boobs when I see them. You, my darling fucking slut, need… something done to yours.”

Your eyes blink rapidly while you take in his Chesire grinning form, his hands stretching out the material once again as he stalks towards you, his steps on the mattress commanding and near fearful to you. His hands brought to your chest and slammed you're onto your back. You howled in the stabbing pain on your ass and back, the raging anger from Shouto a bare wisp when Touya straddles you where you lie. His knee keeps your hips from rising off the bed, the painful stabs spreading through your body as you desperately cry in need of relief.

“Oh, I love when a slut cries,” Touya brims with sadistic joy, his tongue reaching towards your cheeks and licking the salty, hot tears that pour from your eyes. “The last bitch who came our way passed out after the old man fucked her, I like you a lot. I wonder if you’ll pass out with me! Don’t worry, though; if you do, I’ll make sure to wake you back up! I won’t let you miss out on anything!”

Through your sobs, your eyes remain clenched, trying to focus on anything that wasn’t the stabbing heartbeat in your ass. But when you finally cracked open an eye, tears still heavy in your eyes, dripping with no restraint, did you finally see what that latex was for.

Your breasts were roughly put through the holes that looked no bigger than a child's fist. Touya’s hands roughly guide your breasts through so that they come out on the other side. Immediately you could feel the discomfort in this; the blood circulating in your breasts slowed to the point of no blood passing, your breasts throbbing with every beat of your heart that caused blood to flow there. 

Through this latex trap, your breasts are shaped into something akin to teardrops, the skin already discoloring from the lack of proper flow. You moaned in pain, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as Touya slapped your tit.

“Oh yeah, there we go, so much prettier!” he delighted, his finger flicked your engorged nipple, your bottom lip trembling with undeniable pain. “Does that feel good, y/n? It looks good, I hope you’re fine?”

You can’t find the words to respond, your head swimming with drowning waves of both pain and pleasure. Your eyes can only heavily blink, but your gaze was miles away, unable to focus or see anything as you attempted to adjust to the thundering pain. “Imma… fuck…” was the only thing you could manage.

Touya’s head cocked to the side, his hands still paddling your breasts around with no care to the way you were pathetically whimpering with every small stroke of his fingers.

“You want to fuck already, slut?” he asked, a mocking frown on his face while he shook his head. “You haven’t even seen my cock yet!”

While he stood up, his foot still pressed your aching ass onto the mattress, and you wheezed heavily. Proudly, Touya discarded the boxers he wore and freed his cock in all its glory. You stared at his cock, your pain is forgotten suddenly at the sight of the piercing full cock he had. The swollen dripping red head of his cock bounced up to hit his stomach, and you could only look at the piercings that littered his genitals. There were so, so many of them. Many of which you knew by name already, but so much more you couldn’t even begin to name.

“What?” he mocks, his lips splitting into a curling smile. “Never seen a real man’s cock before?”

He gave you no time to even consider what to do, for he reached down, his fingers clenching your hair at the roots, and threw you back up onto your ass. Your skin sang in pain, feeling as if it was melting as it pressed against the rough mattress. His hands tugged up and down against his pierced cock. The white hair of his pubes almost glistening in promise to be soaked in both your essence with time.

“I expect to be fucked well,” Touya says, his fist guiding his cock toward your grimacing mouth, and his other hand bringing you closer and closer. “Open those slutty legs.” 

Your legs don’t open on time, and the leaking pre-cum smears all over your legs. This was unacceptable for Touya, and his eyes flash dangerously, his hand striking against your cheek, bruising your face as you cried out. But he takes this as an initiative to thrust your legs open and sinks down as far as he can go while not straining you yet. 

This was a whole new level of sensation. Touya’s cock, while not as big as Shouto’s or Enji’s cock, had the ice-cold piercing lining all over his cock, tickling and dragging against your puffy, swollen walls. Your fingers pressed up against his back, and you moaned at the new sensations. You push further against him, adding to the now frantic rhythm, fucking against his cock with enough vigor to make Touya cackle out your name.

“Look at you go! You are a good cock slut! I had my doubts, but fuck — yes, just like that!” his voice a mantra for your actions, his hands pressing flat on your neck and shamelessly, recklessly fucking you faster.

You relax against his rocking hips, you’re focused on your breathing as his cock moves up and down your cunt, the piercings adding to the stimulation. 

Deeper and deeper, you feel his cock move within you. But one hand moves from your neck and slams down against your breasts. Just like that, your bodily discomforts thrust back into you at full speed, your body contorting and hissing at the way your breasts throbbed in pain. However, with your attention broken, Touya slammed his cock all the way into your cunt, the steel point of a piercing stabbing your womb

It caught you off guard, your throat legs kicking his hips, suffocating gags and chokes emitting from your mouth while you forgot how to breathe through the pain and his hand around your throat. Your hands pounded on his back, your face feeling like it was purpling, your body thumping with your pounding blood, and lack of air.

“Hold it there, slut, hold it!” Touya hisses, his eyes gleeful and sadistic. Your eyes blinked heavily with tears when you looked up to see Touya’s eyes closed, his eyes rolled to the back of his head in a pleasurable activity. “I know which piercing you’re feeling… good…” he sighs, finally pulling you from his length. You spluttered loudly, hacking for air when he removed his hand from your throat. 

With a twist to your throbbing nipples and a yank of your hair, his cock carded between your sopping lips. Moans and pants spilling out with every wild thrust of his against your clit. 

The feeling of his calloused fingers digging into your side, flipping you over, stung with a burning sensation. All you know is that your body burned where he touched you, and your thighs ached as you settled on your stomach. You wanted his cock buried deep within you; you wanted more than anything to feel those piercing rutting against your sopping walls without restraint. You wanted more.

“How the fuck am I supposed to fuck you like that?” Touya snaps at you, breaking you from your trance. Your eyes widen when you shift your head to look at Touya, whose cock is fully erect, and you realize in growing heat that he was going to fuck you from behind. Something was maddening sweet about these Todoroki men fucking you from behind, to feel their tight chest pressed against your back.

Your fingers dug into the mattress as you groaned loudly, your ass rising off the bed, but not enough for your knees to position themselves correctly. His body heat radiated onto you from behind, and you rub your thighs together at the thought of Touya gripping your ass as he drilled into you from behind. He drew nearer, spacing your rubbing thighs apart, so your heated cunt met the unmerciful cold air of the room.

You spluttered against the mattress, your voice a soft and needing whine as you stared behind you in desperation.

“You fuck me with your cock,” you reply back, hoping that in moments like these, it would help in your favor. You’re not sure what effect it took on Touya, only that his lips pulled back into a shark-like grin, his turquoise eyes drowning you in a deep color while he barked in laughter.

“Get on your knees,” Touya smoothly stated, his voice creamy smooth, adding to the gentle way that his fingernail was caressing and stroking your soaked inner thighs.

“Nope.”

“Oh?” Touya breathed, his tongue dragging across his lip in a way that made you shudder at your response. This was a mistake you made, you knew that, but the blistering fire in your core made you reconsider.

There was no time to react when Touya’s hands were suddenly filled with ties, and he grabbed your wrists in his hand and tugged you behind you towards him. Before you could attempt to pull back, to resist being bound because you absolutely hated not being able to move your arms, the tie is properly looped around your arms, and you’re locked in place.

“Now on your chest and knees like a good slut,” Touya directs, running a hand through his sweaty locks while spreading out his stance, still on his knees. The ties were almost uncomfortable with how tight they were, and you remained stagnant, staring at the white-haired sadist who was looking increasingly more frustrated with you. He was someone who commanded and demanded respect and attention, and you had your own fun chipping away at it all. But with your lack of action, his expression sours, and he grasps your hair in his hand, yanking you back so that your chest lifted off the bed, leaving only your discolored nipples grazing the mattress. “Are you fucking deaf?”

You gasp loudly when Touya’s hand slams your face to the mattress, your back curved, arms pressed into your shoulder blades.

“I thought sluts had better form than this,” Touya sneers while pressing a heavy hand against the center of your spine. You adjusted immediately under his force, your back arching with your pert ass in the air still bright and blistered in the air. “There, you look much better.”

The mattress pressed against your chest in a suffocating way, your heart hammering as you realized what was to come.

Rei’s voice drowned back into the background, and you looked at the giggling wine drinking monarch of the family, but regret-filled your loins, the coil in your stomach lessening in your fear. Touya was above you, silent as a monk, giving no emotions or feelings for you to read, that is until he began. The bed shifted by your knees, and you could only imagine what was happening as you could feel his pierced cock carding against your sopping folds, the piercing on the top of his cock dragging deliriously against your puffy clit. With a shivering moan from your lips, he pulled back before slamming profoundly and entirely into you.

A raw scream ripped through your mouth, your body nearly collapsing under his touch. His piercings were staggeringly cold in your heated cunt, sizzling, and burning against your puffy walls. There was no denying the fact that they added a whole new world of friction, deliciously and viciously dragging against the curves of your spongy walls, your bucking, spasming body doing nothing to make the pleasure any less. It only gave you more, and with the stinging in your ass. the loss of feeling in your breasts, and the now twitching overstimulated feeling in your cunt. Your eyes slammed to the back of your head.

The pure unadulterated lust and strength in every drop of his cock in your cunt were something you thought you should handle — but those piercings had drool pouring past your lips. With each hypnotizing slam of his hips, shrill shrieks of pleasures ripped from your throat, and you preened your head to look at Touya.

Sure enough, Touya was positioned on his feet, his knees bent as he dropped into your awaiting cunt with such savagery that your eyes rolled back watching him. Sweat dripped down his neck, his hands gripping your bruised and battered ass like some type of life support, and the squelching noises of your slamming sex were making your body weak.

“That feels so — ohmygod ohmygod — do that! Yes, yes, yes!”

“I want you to look at Shoucchan!” Touya bristled, his smile burning against your back. “Look at him, and tell him who’s making you feel this way?! Who’s making your cumdump pussy throb and clench with need and desire?”

“Y-You!” You scream, your hips buck against his slamming hips. It was so raw, so rough, and you were enjoying every passing second. “You are!”

“Look at him fucking bitch!” Touya snarls, his hand slapping your ass with a powerful stinging force, and his fingers moved to pinch your inflated breasts. You howled in a pleasure-filled pain, your tearing eyes looking at Shouto in your hysteria, a drool covered smile pressed to your face as you meet his raging eyes, his body trembling with what you knew was rage and jealousy. 

“T-Touya’s making me feel so good, Shoucchan,” the nickname drips like a taunt from your mouth as Touya rocks into you with unforgiving rage and power. The squelching of your meeting sex almost as loud as your babbling voice. “He’s fucking my cumdump pussy, making it throb a-and clench!”

Touya puffs out with your praise, all while he continues to fuck you roughly. He was in a zone, his bright eyes standing his ground as his younger brothers stared at him, feeling like it could kill someone right now. His concentration was like steel as he pounded into you again and again. Your inner walls clenched and spasmed against his penetrating cock, weeping with the pleasure stunted stimulation of the plenty of piercing viciously rubbing against your inner walls, and the heated pressure had built up all over again.

His cock twitched within you; it knocked the breath out of you; his fingers twisted into your hair, snapping you back.

“Fucking gonna fill you up until you’re overflowing,” jerking your head back towards him again, and you sob as your legs tremble against his increasing power. “You’re gonna be so full with my cum, you’re going to be my breeding slut, carrying my fucking child after all this.”

You feel your eyes cross, screaming out his name as your walls clamp down fiercely against his length. Touya curses loudly, his hips slamming completely against your hips and staying there as sticky substances eject from his throbbing head. Touya lets out a string of curses, and you moan, knowing that he came on you. The both of you collapse on the bed, ragging shallow breaths tumbling from both your chests as you attempt to steady yourselves.

“Just so you know who you fucking belong to here,” Touya taunts, but his words aren’t for you, but instead Shouto. You feel his finger press against the skin right above your ass, and you blink once, twice, and suddenly scorching white, impossibly unbearable heat burns into your skin. 

His finger burned brightly with his quirk, blue flames dancing across your skin as you howled and screamed in pain. He had branded you with his name, ‘Touya’ scrawled messily against your skin, white, bloodied, and blistered with the disappearance of his finger.

“Touya!” Rei snapped, her eyes narrowing on her eldest son as Shouto managed to break through the restraints, the chains clattering loudly on the floor as Enji and Natsuo both did everything they could to restrain him where he sat. “You weren’t allowed to brand someone who isn’t yours, you know that!”

“Oh relax,” Touya rolled his eyes, his cock removing from your quivering cunt with a low sigh. “It wasn’t anything permanent. It should only last a week if you put ointment on it. If we still got that shit for when Shouto got burned, it should heal up in seconds.”

You remained on the bed, painful, heavy tears pouring down your face as you sobbed.

The latex was burnt off your body, and your breasts throbbed in grateful pleasure at your sudden release. But you could feel his name engraved into your skin, and it hurt. You sniffled against the mattress, your body sweaty and gross as his cum seeped out from your cunt. A soft hand pressed to your brand with some ointment that made you cry, even more, tensing against a gentle touch.

“Don’t worry, sweetie,” Fuyumi’s voice was gentle against your pounding ears. “I’ll fix you up, and then you’ll be good to go!”

You don’t remember passing out from the pain, but you know that some time has passed when you open your eyes. You can still feel the low throbbing pains of your back where Touya had etched his skin, but it was no longer causing you awful pain. A soft groan passed your lips while you felt a gentle stroke of fingers brush over where the branding had once been.

“Oh! You’re conscious again!” Fuyumi cheered delightfully, her lips pressing to your sweaty temple with a gracious smile. “I’m happy to tell you that we managed to salvage your skin! The blisters and burns are all gone!”

A soft whimper presses against your teeth as you nod in thanks, your tongue feeling heavy in your mouth. “Thank you,” you rasp, your eyes fluttering in the way coolness washes over your still blazing skin. Fuyumi’s quirk doing wonders to your beaten skin. 

“I’m glad you’re doing okay!” Fuyumi continued to chirp, and your fingers trembled, your head nodding at the way her tone was so, so sweet and light. Was she going to be the most comfortable fuck so far? You certainly hoped so. “Please know that you have to call me nee-chan, or else your nee-chan will get upset. Do you understand?”

A hitched huff passes your lips, and you nod, you understand… wait! Your head snapped up, your body aching at the way you twisted around to stare at Fuyumi, who was looking at you still with a sugar-sweet smile on her face and the biggest fucking dildo sitting on her strap. 

Nee-chan?

“Let’s begin!”

Let it not be said that you couldn’t follow instructions. This entire past twenty minutes or so, you had been as obedient as one could be when you found out your boyfriend’s family was a cult — and even more so obedient then you ever expected yourself to be. The word nee-chan dripped from your lips in an echoed distant prayer when Fuyumi rolled you over so that your back was being pressed into the mattress. 

You squealed at the sensation of your sore backside pressing into the rough material of the mattress, your eyes clenching while you flinched at the spectacle. 

“I’ve always been outnumbered by my brothers and my father. I’ve seen their cocks in action, and the first time I got to join in on someone, my dildo was pathetic. I couldn’t get anyone to scream the way they did through my strap energy. I know I eat pussy better than they do. Still, I wanted to make sure that I was better than them in everything,” Fuyumi’s words are informational, trying to explain just why the dildo she was using was what you would consider being a dragon dildo. 

She moves the dildo against your clit, your body twisting and contorting as the artificial veins drag sinfully against your aching nerves. her hands pressing against your abdomen as she did so, gently thrusting, studying the way that you keened and gasped for more. “We got to do this so many times! Did ya know that my poor brother Natsuo brought three girls to this initiation? None of them passed! It’s not so fun fucking people who can’t keep up… that’s why I’m so happy Shouto found you, y/n! You’re keeping up so well!”

A particular thrust of her hips lands a staggering white-hot jolt up your spine, your head tossing backward as you moan, your hips rising instinctively to grind against the dildo she refuses to put in. You’d never been with any girl before, and this was all so new, to begin with. When your once dry mouth seemed to pool with your saliva, your abdomen was built with electrifying pressure. You could only think of getting more from this. You wanted Fuyumi to fuck you to oblivion. 

But she had plans, ideas to do before she even considered planting her dragon cock into your sopping pussy. 

“Tell me if you like this or not, little sister,” Fuyumi teased, her eyes moving to focus on your already hazed ones, her hands pressing down on your diaphragm, and her lips erotically pressed to the side of your breasts. She spends a few seconds lavishing your breasts with attention, her hot, wet tongue flicking and twirling your skin around, trying to make you squirm even more under her conquesting tongue.

“I-It feels good,” you mewl, your breasts singing in grace and pleasure of how her tongue flicks and curls over your pebbled nipples. 

But you omitted nee-chan. 

Her fingernails pinched and twisted the sensitive skin near your lymph nodes, a pained gasp emitting from your lips while you writhed under her. Your pants are heavy and loud while Fuyumi tuts against your breast, “Try again,” she commands, her mouth tearing into your skin.

“It feels good, nee-chan,” you gasp, your eyes noticing the way that the anger and ferocity seem to melt away from her eyes. Replacing it with nothing but warmth and kindness in her place.

It sent an odd shiver down your spine; this was the persona of someone you knew was dangerous. Stay on her good side, and you would be rewarded. Get on her bad side, and well, you had a gut instinct that she would be worse than even Touya. Fuyumi’s teeth leave your skin, moving on to continue to lavish your body in her sweet lips and gentle kisses. She left behind a trail of bites and bruises, your skin purpling and brightening wherever she left. 

Her skin was unparalleled so far, each strike and curl of her tongue, making you pant in such fervor you nearly forget to add nee-chan on multiple occasions. But you were a quick learner, a good learner, especially if she was to be treating you like this. With her lips dancing and grazing against your skin, you felt amazing. On top of the way that the dildo still continues to drag through your folds, teasing, stimulating your abused cunt. 

You were turned on, almost painfully so. Your clit throbbed, and your nipples ached with an unrestricted need while Fuyumi pushed up against your breasts, her hips circling and snapping into you. 

Fuyumi’s hands trail down, squeezing your soft thighs in her grasp, pulling your legs up closer to her, wrapping your sturdy legs around her form. The adjustment sends jarring shivers down your spine. Your lips fall open, stuttered gasps drenching the room as the vein on the dildo grows bigger and more complicated with this new reach, this new angle.

Her hands felt delicate against your skin, almost like porcelain but with an undertone of steel to her grip. And you gasp as in your blinded state, her lips latching onto your neck. Her teeth nibbling on your vein makes you moan, your back arching as she presses on, unafraid of what she’s doing.

“Tell me…” She breathes against your skin. Your fingers clutching her biceps between your hands as you lie against your seat. “What does my dirty little sister want?”

Your eyes open. Degradation was something you’ve never tried before. But those words send heat towards your cunt. You moan as her fingers trail under your tank top, her nails dragging against your sensitive skin. Her hands are on your waist, and she pulls your legs until your ass is pressing against the bottom curve of the dildo. Your hips come to roll against hers, a movement that causes her to hiss.

Her smile makes your walls flutter in anticipation as your mouth opens to answer, your tongue slippery in your mouth, “I… I want to be fucked. I want my nee-chan to stick her dildo in me, and claim me. I want my nee-chan’s to taste my cunt. And I want her to fuck me without holding back, I don’t want my nee-chan to hold back at all.” 

Your flushed face can barely stay facing Fuyumi, but you shiver at her head dropping backward, a preemptive moan escaping her mouth at the thought of doing all those things. You weren’t ashamed to admit it, and you glowed at her inability to look at you right now. “I want to be used as your sex toy. Using me after dominating me in whatever way and desire my nee-chan wants – shit!”

There’s a hard thrust against your aching core, and Fuyumi has your hands above your head. Cold metal circling your wrists as you watch her handcuff you to the bed frame. “Fuyumi?!” you gasp, flinching when her hand comes down to strike your cheek in your slip up. You splutter against your stinging skin, your eyes watering while you continue to stare at Fuyumi, who looks down at you with a pout, her eyes so, so sad at your slip up.

“Call me, nee-chan, let me be your big sister!” she begs, a hopeful smile tugging at her lips and connecting with your collarbone. Goosebumps shoot through your body as your hands pull against the restraint. The cold metal hissing against your burning skin, cutting into your aching joints, her hands rutting the dragon cock against your pulsing clit.

You pant as Fuyumi pulls away, her fingers discarding her thin shirt while she grinned. 

“Don’t you just look lovely like this? Saying things about how you want to be fucked without restraint, but look at you! You barely survived, Touya! What makes you so confident that you’ll last with me?” her finger fork between your clit, your body twisting and shuddering under her milking fingers, her keen eyes studying every little way you bucked and moaned against her. “Such a fucking dirty little sister, aren’t you? How long can I make you wait for me to do anything but tease your puffy pretty clit, hm? Did you want me to fuck your dirty fucking pussy already? Do you want my cock to ram into you already? Claim you as mine?”

An aroused and insulted moan escapes your lips, and Fuyumi presses a heavy hand to your throat, immediately cutting off the airway, making you splutter and gasp under her weight. “I want an answer, y/n-chan.”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head just momentarily, your breath hitching when you return her kind yet fearsome lust-filled eyes. Fuyumi was emitting some type of confidence that confused you to no end, yet it was very quickly overwhelming you. You wondered if she really was the reason why all those girls before you had failed?

“I’ve n-never done this!” you stammer in embarrassment while her fingers push apart your thighs. She inches backward slowly, her grey eyes taking you into completion, your hips rising and falling in your desperate need and crave of attention for your throbbing heated core.

Fuyumi chuckles, she slides her hands to your knees, pressing heavily onto them while she lowers her head. Her hot breaths hit your soaked core in gentle coaxing waves, causing you to whine, your hands tugging at the restraints in boggling need. Chills of pleasure spread among your skin while you whimper out her name, your hips stupidly rising to find a home, and she does nothing to ease your struggles. “I’m glad because you’re going to be my little sister, y/n! We’re going to be the best sisters, much more than the ones I got from Touya and Natsuo! But you promise you’ll only be mine? Promise that I’m going to be your only big sister?” Fuyumi begs of you, her fingers tracing your clothed slit. Your head nods rapidly in agreement, your hot puffing breathes heavy.

Fuyumi squealed in excitement, that same childlike glee washing over her. With the dragon cock so longer on your pussy, you looked down in a moment of sadness. Still, you were met with her two fingers thrusting up into your weeping cunt, angled perfectly for the first time doing it — you swear you can taste colors when she brushes against your g-spot without even trying. 

Your back arches off the bed. your body almost twisting in your attempt to get her out of your spasming core, you scream her name. “God, you’re such a tight little sister! I thought that after Touya and my dad, you’d be much looser, but that’s okay! You really wanted this to be the end result, didn’t you? You want your nee-chan to split your pussy in two!” Fuyumi squeals, her fingers curling into your walls. You sob in response, the overwhelming pleasure spreading like fire through your body as she coaxes her fingers against your walls. Her other hand shoots out to your parted mouth, sinking two fingers into your mouth as you whine when she presses down against your hot, pink tongue. “Come on, I know you can take my fingers! Show your nee-chan how well you suck!”

You moan against her fingers, your tongue swirling and pressing between her nimble fingers. But further down, your stomach tightens, and your hips bucking against her fingers, your grinding, rolling hips desperate to get her to do more to you. And as if she could tell that you wanted more, that you needed more, Fuyumi’s head tilts down to suck onto your puffy clit. Your muffled moan only riles her further, her body shivering against yours. Her tongue peeks out, while her gaze falls on yours, the pink, soft tongue swirls your throbbing clit around in her mouth, the sucking sensation of her mouth making you plead to her around her fingers. Her eyes are locked on your desperate eyes. She doesn’t stop, her fingers now scissoring within you as you shudder against her movements.

And much to your pleasure, she continues.

Her tongue strokes against your clit, lapping at the puffy bundle of nerves. Her nose buries into your clit while she stroked your soaked slit, teasing your entrance with her tongue despite her conquesting fingers. But it does something to you, your body trembling with want and need, and you can’t help but scream in desperation.

“Fuck, nee-chan—!” your hands clutched at the metal chains of the handcuffs. They bury into the palms of your hand while Fuyumi continues her assault upon your cunt. Her fingers run against the walls of your cunt by your belly, goosebumps, and fluttering sensations knocking through you with every hither motion of her fingers. But it was that tongue of hers that had you seeing the stars and the universe. Her tongue alternated from thrusting within your pulsing core, teasing your clenching flesh, sucking and nipping, and your blazing clit. She kneaded your clit between her fingers as you felt an unusual sensation creep up on your lower half. The feeling to pee was overwhelming your body as you tried to ignore it. Your eyes clenched shut as Fuyumi’s mouth, and fingers continued rutting into you, the loud squelch of her skin against your core sounding around the room, your cunt clenching down hard against her dancing fingers.

Fuyumi lets go of your clit all too soon and sighs happily. “You’re such an amazing little sister! Your pussy is so wet and so tight for me! You even squirted without me doing anything too drastic, and I don’t even have a cock in you still! Are you going to come so quickly again? You’re not going to tap out on your nee-chan before she’s done, are you?” Your head shakes fast, your back arching off the seats as you try getting more friction to your pussy that had experienced a goddesses touch and now wanted more. “I know you’re a good whore, you won’t come yet right now, right?”

Her fingers leave your mouth, and you cough with her disappearance. Your chest heaves as if you had been gagged or choked. Not at all what was happening to you right now, but in anticipation of what was to come.

“Nee-chan, please, I want you now!”

Fuyumi doesn’t even flinch as she instead removes her fingers from within you and runs her slick covered fingers against the dildo, much to your soft whimpers. 

You watch with increasing lust as Fuyumi removes her lacy snow bra. Now in front of you, gloriously naked and beautifully armed with that dildo, you wanted to kiss your cervix on her hips. She’s beautiful and perfect, and you wanted her to ruin you. Her breasts look full and ready to be touched, her curves making you feel jealous as she leans back over you. “Did you know you have the prettiest fucking pussy I’ve ever seen, y/n-chan?” You grunt, not at all liking all the talking and wanting her to sink that fucking dildo into yours. “Do you need to come now? You were taking my fingers so well, and I think my pretty little whore sister needs to come. I sure want to come; don’t ya, y/n-chan?”

You sob as your hands pull desperately against the restraint, your body unable to move from your position. “Yes, nee-chan, I want you to fuck me!” you cry as her fingers trace the sides of your body, your hips squirming under her touch. “I want to come, and I want you to cum on me.”

“You say such sweet things for a little sister,” Fuyumi giggles as she pushes your trembling legs back, the dragon cock held and guided with one hand to your awaiting dripping hole. “I hope you’re ready!”

“Please fuck me, please fuck me so good,” you plea, your eyes closing as you readied yourself, the tip of the dragon cock pressing into your eager cunt.

You could clench your eyes closed, the feeling of Fuyumi’s hips twitch with a whimper at the direct plea. She pulls out slightly and then pushes back, adding a tiny, yet powerful snap to herm hips, and your resulting sob for more seems to finally convince her exactly how much you needed to be fucked beyond sanity.

Finally, finally, Fuyumi buries her dragon dildo into your stretching, clenching cunt. Your jaw drops in a silent scream, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as the thick cock pushed slowly into you as if to torture you. You realized where you wanted Enji to be slow in burying his fat cock in you, you wanted her to be fast — this burned so slowly with her slow pace, and if the Cheshire grin on her face spoke anything, she knew that this is what you were thinking too.

Every vein on the dildo pulses against your vice walls, her hips steady as she lowered herself further into you. Your ragged exhausted pants hit her cum stained and sweaty chest, and the both of you look down to see that only half of the dildo fit in you. You’re surprised that much fits in you, but the fullness in your core tells you that it makes sense. Your eyes clench while you adjust to the size of that monster, but Fuyumi doesn’t take too long to recover from her own hesitations. Fuyumi’s hips then start rutting into you, hitting your hips in a fast, barbaric rhythm. And every single inhibition has left your body — this is like no dick you’ve ever experienced before, nothing has ever filled you out in such a way and… holy shit, what was that?! Your chants become incoherent screams when you realize that with every thrust of her hips, the dildo was vibrating against your walls.

“Yes. Yes, yes! Shit! Keep fucking me, keep—god, please don’t stop, nee-chan, it’s so good, it’s so so good—nee-chan!”

You can feel every millimeter of Fuyumi inside you. The dildo smashing unapologetically into your cervix that has you singing to the heavens, her steel hands in a bruising grip on your throat — not effectively silencing your whorish scream. Your essence sliding down and smearing all over the crease between your thigh and cunt – and all the time, Fuyumi’s momentum is building.

She drills faster and faster, she pleads that her younger sister is happy, the only thing you can hear is your pleasure-filled sobs and the smacking of her hips against yours. Your body twists and convulses, your wrists tremble from being held back, and with a climactic high, you came with an echoing sob. 

You lay broken against the bed, your body heaving and twitching when Fuyumi pulls the dildo from your cunt. You whimper heavily at the loss of contact, your wrists weakly circling in a poor attempt of drawing her near. Fuyumi cries happily while she tumbles off the bed, kissing you softly on the cheek as she removes the handcuffs.

“Because I can’t stuff you full with my cum, that’s it from me for now,” she sighs before disappearing with a soft giggle of delight.

You lay there for what felt like an eternity, your body sticky with sweat and cum, sore and throbbing from everything else you’ve endured.

“You seem to be a good girl, y/n,” Natsuo’s voice rings clear as day by your thighs.

With eyelids that felt like lead, you peered at Natsuo, smiling at you with kindness. Had it not been because Fuyumi had also approached you with the same sweet smile, maybe you would have reacted differently, but no. You were ready.

The Todoroki’s were cunning, deceitful, and powerful.

But there was a soothing coldness to his fingers. Soft coldness spread through your aching body, helping alleviate the burning sensations that trademarked the other Todoroki members. There were bruises all over your body, welts, and tears in your skin.

You didn’t mind them. After all, the masochist in you had been born ten times over today, it seemed. 

“There are some rules you must know before we begin,” Natsuo spoke with direct clarity, his face soft yet stern, his fingers gliding aimlessly around your heated inner thighs and cutting through your hood to your clit. You gasped loudly, your body spasming under his tantalizing touch, and he chuckled, his lips pressing to your knee. “You will address me as daddy, nothing else. Secondly, you will obey me, no matter what I say, or else…” his fingers forked through your clit, squeezing the sensitive nub between his strong fingers that had your body convulsing underneath him, “You will get punished, and I don’t want to hurt you, baby girl.”

There was a buzzing in your mind, a sweet need to see what would happen if you denied him. So far, it has only led to good things for you, things you would not have exchanged for the world. But still, you knew better than to test them out in the beginning; Enji’s handprint on your neck was more than enough evidence to tell you to wait until later.

“Hands and knees,” Natsuo spoke, his hands stroking and massaging your inner thighs in a way that just further ignited the fire that spewed madly within your loins.

Rolling onto your knees, your arms buckled beneath you as you positioned yourself for him, your pert ass in the air, bruised and swollen beyond its initial appearance. You drop your back, allowing for the arch of your back to entice him to show off for your current daddy and Shouto, who was watching.

Without looking, you knew that your asshole was wet with the leaking cum of both Touya and Enji would have both filled you up plenty. And Natsuo stared at the milky opaque substance with interest, his arms crossed his chest.

Impatience began to soak through your skin, a pout on your face as you wiggled your ass for good measure, trying to capture Natsuo’s attention.

“Daddy, please do something!” you whined and broke his stern gaze from your ass to your eyes. 

His eyes were dark, sparkling with that energy they all seemed to possess: cunning and possessive. A smirk spread on his lips as he chuckled, stepping closer to the bed.

“Where would you want me to touch you, princess?” Natsuo questioned, his hands already assuming a position on your ass, pushing the mounds of flesh apart only to let them come back and slap together. Your cunt, having already been abused, still sparked with life, but it seemed that a chill ran through your ass. Only having had Enji’s fingers up your ass, you craved for something more, something sturdier — thicker. “Show your daddy.”

You whimpered, teetering onto one hand as your now free hand grabbed your breast, pinched your nipple, and moved to your puffy clit. 

Natsuo watched you like a hawk, his eyebrow-raising when your fingers slipped between your wet folds and even glided to your tight asshole. 

“There?” he spoke, his voice sounding restrained and tight.

You moaned, “I want daddy’s cock everywhere.”

Biting your lower lip, you saw Natsuo groan, his fingers slipping into your cunt, pleased with the heat and the wet juices that still remained. 

“You’re so fucking tight, princess,” Natsuo groaned, his mouth placing approving kisses on the small of your back. “I thought they were going to ruin you for your daddy, but fuck… I wonder… daddy wonders how tight that pretty little ass of yours is.”

You shiver at the prospect, your eyes pleading for him to indulge in his thoughts as you wiggle your ass in approval.

“You want that, huh, princess, you want daddy to breed that little asshole of yours!” Natsuo grinned, his teeth scraping the length of your spine, and you shook with glee.

“Yes, daddy! I want you to breed my asshole, please fuck my asshole!” you begged, feeling his calloused fingers already circling around your hips, trailing to your outer than inner thighs as you trembled against him. 

Natsuo pressed sloppy, wet kisses from the top of your ass down until he met your slicked inner thigh, just avoiding the throb of both your ass and cunt. You keened against him, fingers burying into the wet mattress as you tried not to beg too loudly, you mustn’t disturb your daddy. 

“Such a good girl, princess,” Natsuo praises, his fingers curling within your cunt again, slicking his fingers up with your essence. They pump within you lazily, and you moan loudly, eyes fluttering as you press your face against the mattress, your walls forcibly clenching against his fingers. He eventually pulls out of your wet heat, and teasingly, horribly edges you when his fingers circle around your clenched muscle, getting close enough for you to whimper, but too far for any sort of pleasure. “Good fucking girl,” he repeated, his other hand moving to your clit, pinching and tugging at the nerve with soft, languid strokes. “Daddy thinks you deserve to be treated.”

You didn’t have the chance to support his decision for his hand came smacking against your ass with a powerful thrust, nearly sending you toppling over as you shook against him. He spanked you again, and again, and again—the flesh on your ass bouncing against his movements, sending Natsuo into a wide grin of amusement. 

“Tell me where you want daddy’s mouth the most right now,” Natsuo asked, fingers clenching your ass, massaging the sore flesh in his cold hands. 

“My ass!” you sobbed, feeling entirely spent by every little movement. “Daddy, I want you to eat my ass!”

“Such a dirty princess,” Natsuo scoffs, but there's enjoyment in his voice, and his warm, hot breath expels against your pert, puckered hole. 

You shook against him, rotating your hips as you felt the ghost of his lips breeze against your hole. His fingers, still wet with your slick, suddenly invaded your ass, and you keened loudly at the feeling of two thick fingers suddenly pressing past your unsuspecting, unanticipated hole. You, like a bitch in heat, rolled your hips, your breathing heavy and hot as you nodded your head in wordless praise.

“Fuck…” you managed, your eyes barely in focus to see the throbbing cock tented in Shouto’s pants, and you grin.

But as his fingers press downward onto your hole, you shudder, mouth falling open when his wet, hot tongue presses through your asshole, licking and lapping at the skin that was untouched by his fingers. You shook manically, your body trembling as he ate your ass, the wet, lewd noises almost pornographic as you screamed for your daddy.

Tears rolled down your cheeks, arms restlessly moving behind you to shove his face further between his ass, to get his tongue even further in your anal cavity. His thumb was spreading the slick of his saliva all-around your asshole, his fingers and tongue probing further into your ass, allowing you further penetration as you moaned his name.

His mouth completely surrounded your muscled hole, and your vision blacked when he sucked on your asshole, letting your legs shake furiously as you trembled with the vacuuming sensation. “Holy shit — daddy!” you squeaked in shock, back arching even further as that new sensation burned through your body. But he didn’t stop there; he continued to move forward, continuing to assault your pretty and raw ass.

His tongue fucked your ass, and his other fingers slipped into your cunt, his middle finger rubbing your clit as you shook with waving rolling pleasure. Your head snapped to look at him, eyes desperate and keen on looking into his amused, bright eyes. They sparkled with joy, winking at you with no remorse as his tongue flicked the innards of your anal cavity. 

“You like me eating your ass, princess? Tell me how much you like my tongue in your ass,” Natsuo growled against your rim, voice shaking your core, making your eyes flutter with the growing need. “Tell your daddy.”

You moaned loudly, your ass shaking with the need for him to focus even more on your ass as senseless babbles poured from your throat, “Daddy’s tongue feels so funny in my ass! It’s so wet, so hot, so long! It makes my ass feel f-funny!! Daddy’s making my ass and pussy feel so good!”

Four fingers pressed into your hole, and you screamed in the alarming pain, your teeth sinking into your arm as Natsuo thrust his fingers in and out of your stretched and wet asshole. He drilled into your sloppy ass, uncaring of the way that Shouto snapped at him, only drinking in the vulgar cries of his name that you continued to supply him in endless amounts. 

“Can daddy add his last finger into your ass?” Natsuo asked, his thumb scraping the cleavage of your ass. “Can daddy put his finger in and fist your ass? Daddy knows you can take it, princess, you’re doing so well, you can take daddy’s cock in your pretty little ass.”

His pumping fingers were too much for you, your head mindlessly nodding in agreement because the moment five fisted fingers entered your ass, you could no longer think straight. Natsuo smirked, his tongue whirling within your spasming hole.

With his fist now entirely in your ass, you struggled to breathe, your lungs feeling as if it was in your ass, and the fingers that once delighted your cunt was replaced suddenly with his thick, throbbing cock. 

You couldn’t remember what was right, what was up, or your name at the entirely full feeling of his cock and fist in your cunt and ass. You shook violently, cumming immediately as he bottomed out within you and wasted no time in snapping his hips into you. Except, his fist suddenly leaves your clenching, gaping asshole, and he rolls you over, cock resting on your stomach as he looks at you with wicked pleasure.

Natsuo grabs your legs, hoisting them up so that the angle of which he was attempting to fuck you in was prime breeding position.

“Daddy’s going to give your pussy what it wants now, and he’s going to overfill you with his cum until you dripping him out for days… you’d look so cute pregnant, y/n, so fucking cute.”

You’re not sure if that last part was for you or for Shouto, whose gaze is still carved into every slick cover curve on your body. But it makes you let out a strained moan, a moan that has his lips spreading into a smile against your jaw. Without much time to think, time to even attempt to grow comfortable with the situation you were in, his hips snapped upward, his cock fully hard and bottoming out in you with one powerful snap.

Your knees are subsequently buried within the mattress by your head. Your body aching in this position, and your toes curling and pressing against each other. Natsuo lays on top of you, the penetration deep and thrilling, and his hands pressing your forearms above your head. The weight of having him on you is exhilarating, and while you feel your face drum with the blood staying in your head, the feeling of his balls bouncing against your ass sends you spluttering with undenied lust.

His cock slams against the wall of your cervix repetitively while his lips attach to your neck. Each blow into you is massive and powerful. Powerful enough to have you crying so loudly, you can hear it ringing against the walls, his hands bruising your forearms in his. The thrusts are so powerful, incredibly jolting with your head bouncing on the mattress.

Again and again, he slams into you. His thrusts knocking the wind out of you until you release his hands and find yourself digging your fingers into his back, crying out his name desperately while his teeth find a home on your neck. The powerful pounding of his cock makes you mewl loudly, your hips jerking up to meet his, your heels digging into his back, lifting you off the bed to meet his powerful, sweat breaking thrust.

“Cum in me,” you gasp, your eyes rolling back in pleasure behind the blindfold, “breed me, please, breed me.”

“You’ll be full of my fucking kids in no time, your cute belly will be round with my kids, not those old as shit men,” he snaps against your jaw, his cock throbbing within your pussy, and loud echoing slaps fill the room. 

You couldn’t take the feeling of how his body moved perfectly within you; the strength and power behind his every move were almost too natural as if this was an everyday thing. You let out noises reasonably similar to a purr, grinding your cunt against his conquesting cock and laughing breathlessly at his low groan.

“You like this, princess?” Natsuo bites at your jaw, his thrusts making you shriek out his name as he buries you further into the bed, your nails digging into his flesh. “You like the way my cock fills your pussy the same way my tongue ate your ass?” 

You nod rapidly, your eyes closed, your mouth open, your pants tumbling from your mouth. Your sanity was lying on a string, his actions the reasons for your downfall.

His leverage was small, but every thrust seemed to have his cock pulled out of you nearly completely. Before he drilled back into your pussy. The noises of your connecting wet sex left a loud echo with your squelching pussy around his hot cock.

“You like the way I fuck your pussy? The way that I’ll fill you with my seed for days to come?” he growls into your ear, his hips inhumanly slamming into you.

“I need you to breed me,” you sob, the fire in your face as bright and hot as the one between your legs. His sweaty forehead pressed against your collarbone, and his lips sunk into your skin.

Your mind goes blank when a mighty crash goes through you. Natsuo is entirely lost in the feeling of your clenching vice walls, his ragged breaths hitting your skin with every excessive, overpowering roll of his hips. You cry while your head thrashes against the mattress, your forearms slamming against his head while you pant.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he growls, and once again slams into you. “No wonder why Shouto didn’t want to share you.”

His hips continue to drive into you, a show of just how much he wanted to fill you, claim you despite your Shouto sitting so nearby. His thick cocking strained your walls, but the way his cock would twitch within the confines of your plush, spongy walls had you reeling for more. Your teeth biting into his skin when an incredibly hard thrust sent your eyes to the back of your head, your back arching, cunt squeezing as you tumbled off the high point.

“Cum, sir,” you beg, your hips wildly thrashing against his. “Please, fill me with your seed!”

That’s all it takes, and a hot and heavy load shoots through you, and Natsuo collapses onto you. Your jaw-dropping and gaping like a fish out of water while your eyes fluttered with your crashing high. There’s a silence for a while, the weight of Natsuo on your body a comfort until he’s pulling away from you, cock slipping from your cum filled cunt, and body abandoning yours on the bed. But you don’t look; you’re too tired to look.

“Get up, fucking whore,” a voice breaks your thoughts, and your closed eyes twitch towards the Touya’s voice. There was a pause before he spoke again, a smirk evident in his tone.“It’s time for the best part.”

Your eyes focused hazily onto the group of family members around you, your thoughts racing a mile a second in the horrific wonder of what was to come. 

You had already gone through them all on your own. You had seen how they fucked you on their own grounds, their own terms, but this was different. There was obvious tension in the four of them, dynamics, and intense feelings unable to be muffled in this state. Their personalities when it was just you and them clearly having been discarded. Their actions and thoughts are now clearly swayed by who they were now forced to work with.

Shouto was the last one to be married, you knew that, and you were the only one he’s dated. With that knowledge, you knew that they’ve never been in a situation like this before. 

You glanced at Enji, whose face was stern and solid. There was no emotion on his face, save the scorching embers in his eyes that passed between his sons. A fire curled in your core when that same gaze fell on you, and you immediately understood what he was rationalizing. He was older now, especially when he fucked the other spouses — he was no longer the true alpha. By the looks of how there was no bite to his face, you knew he was here to see which son was best.

Touya looked at you in a possessiveness that should be reserved for the one he loved most, not someone like you. His eyes stared straight into you, unwavering, unmoving. You were nothing more than some lucky bitch in his eyes, but a bitch that he was going to make sure everyone knew was his. His chest puffed out in want and excitement, a hint for anyone to challenge him. He was going to make sure everyone abided by him — he was the one fighting hardest for the proper alpha role.

Fuyumi was the complete opposite. Even though she had probably fucked you the best out of everyone in the circle, she came off as a non-threat. Her fingers gentle while cleaning you up from the sweat and cum that marinated your body. You can’t even pass up a thank you for you’re beyond words. She was a tricky one, someone who commanded things from the shadows and behind a sweet smile. Fuyumi could take Touya down if he wasn’t careful. 

Then there was Natsuo. His gaze continuously shifts between his older siblings as if in worry, in fear of what they might do or say to him — as if he didn’t tower over them. If you weren’t so dazed by the sheer pleasure of this all, you might have wondered just what might have happened between them all before. Still, it is evident that he had begrudgingly accepted his subordinate role; you could practically taste that in the air, but the defiance shone brightly in his eyes. He still wanted you as much as they did, and he would be damned if he gave in without a fight.

Finally, Shouto, who still was strapped to the chair, but he was someone you were well aware of. He’d always been the unspoken chosen one of the family, someone who undoubtedly would kill both Enji and Touya for how they stared at you. You shivered at the thought.

For the first time that night, the vast bed would finally be used to its full potential. 

They all climbed on at once, the bed sinking on multiple locations, and your hands pressed onto the mattress, excitement coursing through your veins as they drew nearer. You were unsure where to look first, who to give your attention to first because good god, you wanted them all on you, in you. But Fuyumi was without her strap on, and your eyes fell onto Shouto, who was staring at you with a raging hard-on. Rei petted his hair while she drank what was definitely her tenth glass of wine, her own eyes swimming with lustful mirth.

It takes no time for all of them to mount the bed, and suddenly, your face is covered while Fuyumi plants her slick wet pussy over your gaping mouth. Hands pressing against your ass to lift you up as a cock that feels vaguely familiar to Natsuo fills your ass out, and the cold piercings of Touya's cock press through your tight cunt as you whine into Fuyumi’s folds. You feel something hot and thick press into your palm, and you know it's Enji’s cock.

“How is she still this fucking tight?” Touya moaned, his hips pressing into you, bottoming out inside you. You moaned loudly inside Fuyumi’s core, her loud mewling ringing in your ears as you awkwardly, inexperienced lapped at her soaked folds as the brothers' cocks moved within your throbbing cunt and ass. “You think her fucking quirk is the reason why she doesn’t ever loosen up despite having been pounded to hell and back?”

Your hand tries to run up and down Enji’s cock, fisting his thick length as you eat Fuyumi out with more vigorous, more confident laps. But the piercings on Touya’s cock and the veins on Natsuo’s cock seem to be hypersensitive against your spent walls. The feeling of two, irreplicable cocks within your ass and cunt, making your head spin as your teeth graze Fuyumi’s clit, fingers tracing Enji’s cock.

Fuyumi's hand reaches behind you to clench at the roots of your hair as she shifts her hips, wasting no time to allow herself the greatest amount of pleasure against your virgin mouth. Trying to replicate what you knew well from Shouto, and what she had done to you so many minutes earlier, your tongue pushed against her slit, not going through, but just enough to lap at the essence that had already pooled from her lips. And then a satisfied groan escaped her as the tip of your tongue pushed against her cavern. And she rocked against your face, falling even deeper onto your face.

“Yes, just like that, little sister!” Fuyumi bubbles, her hips grinding down lower on your mouth, your nose pressing awkwardly onto her circulating hips. 

Your hips thrust upward against Natsuo’s and Touya’s cocks, and both men fumbled their tongues, their cocks slamming within you, grazing your cervix and hitting your guts in a single stroke. Your fingers nearly let Enji’s cock slip from your grip as you tried to focus on getting them all to feel good; you wanted to win this, wanted to get that ring on your finger and make them submit to you being one of them — the best of them.

“You really picked a great one, Shoucchan, oh my god—” you caught Fuyumi off guard as your hand slips from beside you, curling against her clit with accurate precision given the way that she nearly collapses against you. “Yes, just like that! Yes, yes!” she chants, her hips grinding down on you, your back pressed against her breasts, giving her the only other stimulation you could. 

“Enji, she’s doing so well.” 

A voice called out sweetly in the background, and your eyes skimmed to the side to see Rei at the foot of the bed. Her wine glass she had been drinking this entire time abandoned on her chair and Shouto struggled against the restraints with shivering shudders of the chains. Enji’s eyes looked down at his wife, and he nodded in agreement, pulling out his length from your hand and watching his sons thrust into your cunt and ass like it was god's one and only gift. 

Rei’s tongue playfully lolling out while she continued to observe the erotic scene before her. She wet her lips at the sight of her daughter riding your face, the vulgar moans that sang from your lips as Fuyumi praised you again and again. 

“You’re so good at this,” Fuyumi whines, her thighs tensing around you, her weight pushing against you, and you moaned while grinding your nose on her large clit. “I'm gonna cum on you, y/n-chan.”

“Do you think we need to teach our sons how to fuck women better?” Rei questioned, her gaze peering on your tear-soaked ones. You whined against their cocks as you struggled to keep up with the impossibly wide stretch of your ass and cunt as they fucked you savagely, uncaring of what noises you were screaming for them. But the rhythmic hitting of both their cocks against the slick of your sweaty, slick skin. 

The piercings of Touya’s cock became a more burning feeling, and when your eyes fell back up to Fuyumi’s bright tear-filled eyes, you were almost surprised to see that it was no longer raging lust in them, just joy. You choke against Fuyumi’s core, the sweet taste of her essence doubling on your tongue with the removal of your nose for breathing. But you struggle to breathe and continue dancing your language between her folds with your fingers as assistance, her fingers return to your nipples.

As your tongue twirls and lifts, her fingers roll and pinch. 

She matches your every move with something new on your fingers, getting you to kick out your legs in building release, and her hips roughly buck against your face, her cunt quivering against your touch.

Hissing loudly, you nearly scream at the way her fingers pinch your nipples. And she cries at the way your tongue laps at her juices as if you were a starved woman. And she came harshly, entirely on your face. You didn’t even recognize the sensation of the two cocks suddenly exiting your body, only that they were done.

 Your gasping concentration was broken when Fuyumi abandoned you from above, and you pushed off the bed with heavy arms, only to meet Natsuo’s chest — it seemed he tossed Touya from the bed. He rolled you over so that he was beneath you, chests pressed against each other, his length carded between your ass, grinding against your wet slit. Your essence mixed with his pre-cum that quickly soaked his cock, and you looked down to see Natsuo ease you up and onto his length into your pussy with one deep thrust. 

“I didn’t get to tell you this, but you’re so fucking tight,” Natsuo’s voice was gruff and victorious when he began to move inside you. Touya’s voice growled loudly in these deceitful actions, his body scrambling behind you while you took in Natsuo’s impressive length again. Fuyumi rolled in front of you, her ass shaking in the air, and she winked at you.

“Eat my ass?”

And for your nee-chan, you did.

Touya sinks behind you, Natsuo’s victorious position is unable to be challenged while continues to rut into you from below, his thrusts slow and deep. But Touya spreads your ass cheeks apart, your abused, pert puckered hole prematurely clenching at the knowledge of what’s to come. You could tell from the heat on his fingers what his intentions were, and you moaned deeply into Fuyumi’s wet asshole at the teasing sensation of Touya’s fingers against your awaiting hole.

Fuyumi keens. “Yes, just like that,” she moans, her hands moving to her breasts, deliberately touching herself while your tongue flicked and fucked her ass. 

Your half-lidded eyes gazed up at Shouto, who had a vein throbbing angrily on his temple, his skin flushed, his pants still angrily tented. You had half a thought to remove your mouth from Fuyumi’s sweet core, to flash a teasing smile from your position that you knew he wanted in on, but you were cut off well before you could consider pulling away. Touya’s spit hits your ass, the cold, thick liquid sending indescribable sensations through your spine, and just as quickly, his cock sank into your tight, pretty ass and began a fast, savage pace inside you. 

Natsuo hadn’t bothered to stop his thrusts. Making it more challenging for Touya to penetrate you, and the searing pain of your holes being fucked by two different cocks simultaneously had your face-planting further into Fuyumi’s ass. Natsuo’s own fingers slithered down between your pressing hips to rub rapid circles around your clit to try and help you forget the pain of your tight hole being invaded. 

Both men bottomed inside you, both of them still continue to fuck you, unable to show a moment of hesitation now that they were face to face.

You sobbed at the feeling as Touya's steel ball piercings pushed against the sensitive and tight walls of your ass. Both of their grips on your waist and hips, pushing you and pulling you against their throbbing cocks. Your head turns away from Fuyumi’s rimmed asshole to find where Enji and Rei were. The family's matriarch quickly and if not expertly sucking her husband's cock with the skill and demeanor of teaching you and her family.

“Watch, children,” Enji commanded, but his voice was weak, obviously too lost on the feeling of Rei’s tight, hot mouth to really care what his sons were up to.

“Nobody wants to see that shit, geezer,” Touya snapped out as he grinned at the way Natuso’s cock rubbed against him as both males for a moment matched in pace. 

“Shit,” you cried into Fuyumi’s cunt, your fingers trying to fuck her wet cunt and ass, her praising words falling on your deaf ears. This felt like nothing you had ever felt before, pleasure coursed through your whole body as you felt the tight coil inside you desperately close to snapping. Natsuo’s fingers continued to rub messy circles on your clit as your breasts bounced at Touya’s rough, deliberate thrusting. 

“Don’t stop!” Fuyumi snaps, her hand reaching behind her, grabbing you by the roots of your hair, pushing you back against her clenching asshole. Your nose burying into her crack, your tongue prodding against her throbbing walls. She emitted a low, pleasurable whine at that, her hips snapping vigorously against your face.

“I’m needa… holy shit, I needa cum.” you whined against Fuyumi’s core, your fingers weakly curling within her, the pleasure was overwhelming as you felt yourself teetering closer to your bliss.

 “Cum, princess, cum for daddy.” Natuso bit against your collarbone as he continued his rough pace inside of you, his allowing words the impetus for your release as you came with a cry. Your body clenching and tensing around both men as you ride out your orgasm, your fingers shaking within Fuyumi’s core, your entire body spasming.

“I’m almost there, keep doing that with your mouth, and I’ll get there. You can do this, y/n, I know you’re good with that mouth of yours. Eat my fucking ass out, I know you can do better,” Fuyumi’s appreciate chanting while your tongue dripped with your saliva and her essence. She made your cunt clench against Natsuo, a sharp whine on your voice, vibrating all the way to her core, her sweet voice inciting liquid fire and lip biting motions from you.

Natsuo’s breathing stammered against your sweating chest, his eyes clenching shut while he hammered even faster into you. Your body bouncing with new power as he thrust sloppy and sloppier, “Gonna breed you, gonna fill you up with my sperm, princess.”

And with that promise, your eyes crossing with undenied pleasure as he still continued to thrust up into you despite his promise. 

“Boys, you’re a-already done?!” Enji barked, his fingers fisted into Rei’s hair, his hips snapping up into her mouth while she took him in with ease and grace you only dreamed you could have. There was a gagged giggle from Rei, who pressed further against Enji’s cock, her nose burying against the soft pubes on his pelvis, and Enji’s attention quickly stolen away.

They, however, were not done quite yet. He pushed your body down at more of an angle so he could continue his harsh thrusts inside you. Pressing you further into Fuyumi’s dripping cunt so that her essence was smeared all over your face so that your tongue could reach even further into her clenching cunt while your eyes roll back. 

“You fucking liked that, didn’t you, slut? Bet you wished you could see just how you’re affecting this family. Bet you want us all to fill you up like the dirty cumslut you are. The breeding whore that you are. But I’m the only one you actually want cumming in you, right?” Touya continues to roughly pound inside you, a hand coming down to tear into your ass as you feel your body shake at the feeling of another orgasm, legs trembling as your body convulses. 

“Yes, just like that!” Fuyumi cried, enjoying the way your fingers ran against her spongy walls, and she clenched around both your tongue and fingers. You can feel her body convulse as she cums, and you moan as her taste floods your senses, overpowering even Touya, who thrusts into you three more times, sending hot cum inside your ass with a grunt. 

Saliva and slick dribbling down your chin while Fuyumi collapses before you. 

You moan pathetically when you feel the hot, thick cum of Natsuo spilling inside your womb, and all siblings are out for the count, cocks still buried in you, but no longer fucking you.

“I think you still that shit geezers cum in you,” Touya observed, landing another harsh smack on your behind. The motion made you lurch forward. Your mouth never felt so lonely. 

“Please, please,” you babbled while trying to persuade the brothers to continue to fuck your holes mercilessly, your words muffling with your wanton cries and pleas. He grunted at the sensation, his cock twitching inside your cunt as you knew he was reaching his end once again. 

“Please, what?” Natsuo snapped, his hips unable to keep from thrusting so powerfully upwards, you nearly tumbled forward. 

“Say it louder!” Fuyumi gleefully sang, her fingers digging into her cunt, her hips thrusting up to pleasure herself. Her foot moving upward to press against your chin in a power move that made you bite down with intense vigor on your lower lip.

“Please put your cum in my mouth, otou-san!” you desperately screamed.

But there was a growl that came from Enji, and your eyes watched the way that Rei’s mouth expertly took in her husband's cock with no still, no hesitation, or an ounce of pain. Your vision was crossing and blurring in pleasure at the light but synchronized thrusting of both Natsuo and Touya. You shivered, watching Rei commanded herself against his length, and with a powerful and loud grunt, Enji came into Rei’s mouth. A wanton moan left your lips at the sight of Rei pulling away from him, a trail of saliva and cum keeping his cock tied to her mouth, but even you could tell she didn’t swallow.

Your heart hammered in your chest when she rose up to her full height, her grey eyes meeting yours immediately, and she strode over. Every step is slow, powerful, and commanding.

She smiled sweetly, something you hoped meant that you were doing well in this entire situation, and as if to ease your doubts and worries, her lips pressed against yours. You could say that it was a kiss, but the way that she climbs onto the bed, ignoring her masturbating daughter, allowing your head to stretch backward, you know that it isn’t. 

Milky white and thick substance dribble past her lips and into your mouth. It’s a messy exchange, sloppy at best, but your mouth opens, a blind and degrading attempt to get every single drop of Enji’s cum to pour into your mouth. You swallow it all, gasping when Rei pulls away, her fingers stroking your cheeks with fondness and joy, “Good girl!”

You were done.

Your chest heaves at the sight of Shouto’s siblings and father leave your bed one by one, your body deflating when the cocks leave you, but somehow Touya is the last one to leave. His mouth presses into your ear before he goes, his fingers hidden by his figure twist at your nipple, your mouth whining softly. “Make sure you give Shouto a hard time, don’t give in.” 

Your eyes lock with Natsuo, who nods in agreement, and you realize that this was something they had wanted too. 

The worst part is that you want to see it happen. What would happen if you push Shouto past all his boundaries after all of this. And with that, he shoves you onto the bed. You feel like the world is spinning as you lie there. The realization of everything that’s happened to you within the past however long, the incessant need for more. You wanted more of this, you wanted Shouto more than anything too, but in this mental slip, you knew that you were going to make Shouto work for you. These alphas commanded it, after all. 

You laid silently on the mattress. Your body used to the maximum, the feeling of cum still seeping from your throbbing cunt that felt like it could cum no more today. But more importantly, was the clanking of metal hitting the floor, proud chuckles sounding in the air that makes you keen for the sound against your ear, and the sound of a storm approaching hits your ears. 

Oh yes, you were so beautifully fucked, and yet, you were so, so ready for it.

.

..

.

Shouto had never, ever felt this way before. 

White-hot fury and jealousy corroded his veins, yet there was unmistakable pride as he watched your used, cumstuffed body lay on the bed. He’s unsure if the lips that press to his cheek are his mother or his sister, unsure if they whisper something against his sweating, hot skin. He watches his father remove the restraints from him, steam curling out of the quirk cancelers as they dropped heavily to the floor. 

He hated this initiation; he hated having to share you. He didn’t want you anywhere near his family anymore, not with how you were able to keep up with their monstrous personalities in bed. 

Shouto was the baby of the family, but he was the best — the perfect creation of them all — and he was going to prove it. With his body finally free, and his family taking their seats, his siblings' grins searing into his back, he stalked over to the bed where you lay. You reeked of sex and his family’s cum, and his eyes narrowed at the way your eyes were closed in your exhaustion.

Ten minutes his ass, he was going to fuck you until he saw fit. 

You were his, after all.

Delirium filled your body while you stared up at your lover. 

Eyes wide in hunger, desire, and an unquenchable need that you had no idea existed within you. His wrists were bright red, the apparent struggle from being contained in his chair almost too obvious. His fingers rolled against his tender flesh, but you turned your focus over to the panting Todorokis’. They were all sitting in their chairs, sweat lining their brows, clothes barely on, and staring at you like you were the best sacrificial whore. You were the best, you wistfully sigh, your giggles escaping your mouth despite Shouto climbing onto the cum-stained bed with you.

The bed was loud in your ears, but the throbbing need and your weakened body still managed to wiggle away from Shouto despite it being his turn.

He hadn’t broken free from the restraints, you thought, pouting when his steel-like grip fastened onto your ankle and yanking you back towards him. Whining softly, the barely healed welts from Touya’s burning fingers on your ass dragged against the bed, and you looked up at Shouto with a pout on your face. Weren’t you enough for him to destroy the restraints that bound him?

You struggle against his hold, almost forgetting that it was Shouto on the bed when Touya and Natsuo chuckle. But something happens.

For the first time since you had entered this room, a pair of hot lips slam against yours—deadly, hot, and burning with passion, lust, and possession. Delicious and voluptuous moans escape your lips, your hands pressing flat against his bareback. His white t-shirt was tight on his body from his sweat, and his muscles pressed roughly against your body. You whimpered in your desire, trying to keep up with the way that he was devouring you with his mouth.

His tongue pushed into your mouth, sweeping across your tongue in the way that you liked it, the way that always made your back arch, and your breath hitched. Your moans are swallowed by his mouth, and his fingers dig their way further and further into your bruised hips. You try to pull apart from his lips, but when you pull away, Shouto is on you again, his lips glued to yours, his jean clothed bulge grinding into your raw, exposed cunt. 

You cry out loudly, your fingers digging into his back, your body arching into his because fuck was he already giving life to your cunt that you thought had died out several sessions ago. But it was rough, it was uncomfortable. 

“S-Shouto, your jeans!” you squeak into his mouth, your nails tearing through his shirt. “It hurts!”

“You can take it,” Shouto persisted, his mouth leaving yours and moving to your ear all while the fabric above the zipper now rubbing up against your clit in a way that made you pant harder against his mouth. But his next words are venomous; they’re dripped and soaked with unrestrained, raw jealousy that sends a powerful shiver down your spine when he whispers it in your ear. “Take it like you took all their fucking cum, you fucking whore. I know you probably enjoyed it — having them cum in your cunt? I can taste that stupid bitch and asshole in your filthy fucking mouth, how disgusting is that?”

“I didn’t h-have a choice!” you cry, his fingers expertly rolling against your clit, making your hips manically buck against his clothed hard cock, the building pressure in your core blazing higher and higher with his every stroke and move. “I had to get them to cum!”

“And when they told you to tell me who you belonged to? You really think that was a part of getting them to cum?” Shouto snarled, his teeth biting roughly into your skin that made you sing in pleasure-filled pain. His hips stop rutting into you, but you could hardly notice with your own desperate, wild thrusting. A wet spot drenched the crotch of his jeans, and you’re positive it’s all from you. “Tell me who the fuck do you belong to?”

“The Todorokis’!” you sob, and Shouto sneers.

His hands place themselves powerfully on your throat and your waist, shoving you away from him.

You cry in desperation, the orgasm that was seconds from exploding taken from you within a blink of an eye. Your head bouncing off the mattress while Shouto glowers over you, his eyes never this angry, and his lips pulled back into a snarl.

“So you think you’re the community whore?” he quietly rages, and you feel disgusted in the fact that his anger sends lustful shivers down your spine. “Guess I’ll have to fucking retrain you—” his lips pressed against your ear, his hot puff of airs spreading goosebumps wherever he touched— “You’re mine, only mine.”

“I’m going to make you taste like me again, gonna make every inch of you they ruined erased with my touch,” Shouto announced to you, his body still working around the bed, taking in everything he needed to make this just right.

Your eyes twitched while you watched him undress, the t-shirt flung towards his sitting family, his jeans dropped to the floor. You managed in heated anticipation as the cock you were ever so familiar with sprung free when he took off his underwear. Like a trained bitch, your cunt clenched and your mouth water while you watched the swollen, angry head bounced against his lower abdomen. He wasn’t the girth of Enji, the size of Natsuo or the monster that was Fuyumi’s strap, but still staring at the entirely long and thick cock made your mouth water, your eyes fluttering in need. 

“Are you going to fuck my mouth?” you begged in delicious need. “Please fuck my mouth, Shouto!”

“I did say I take all of them away, didn’t I?” Shouto narrowed his eyes as he stared at you. His hand reached to the box, a thin layer of ice overcoming the entire machine before he came up. “To kill their cum in your belly. Like fuck they’re breeding you.”

Your eyes blinked rapidly; the thought of ice-penetrating your readying cunt reminded you of the few times you’ve tried this before. “W-Wait but that really—”

“Still haven’t learned after all this time?” he sighs, shaking his head. “That’s okay, you’ve always been a stubborn bitch.”

Your eyes widen in horny horror; he was allowed to do anything he wanted to you. Your shoulders strained, and you attempted to relax in the tied position, but Shouto was having none of that.

Grabbing you by the back of your neck, Shouto thrust you forward. Your parted and bruised lips were near the swell of his balls, the base of his cock. 

“Right there,” Shouto approved when your tongue took a slow and dreadfully long swipe at his throbbing cock. “You belong to me, and will only carry my children. I’m not putting my cock in your cunt when it’s full of their cum,” he says with a coy smile, his feet thrusting your knees further apart, dropping your needy cunt onto the iced dildo without so much as a sigh. 

Your back curled with the foreign bitter and icy dildo that seemed to melt within your blazing walls. You screamed his name, your body twisting at the cold intrusion, your body feels so wrong, yet the thrill and shivers that pulsating from your core made you moan like a bitch in heat. If it wasn’t for Shouto’s hold on you, you knew that you would have collapsed onto the mattress, but his grip was firm, and his eyes glinting in approval.

“Now,” he affirms, the smirk on his lips heard a mile away as he turns on the machine. Immediately the fuck machine blows into your tight and slippery cunt, your eyes rolling backward at the mere sensation of the speed it was at. A loud mewl leaves your throat, the icy cock pushing further into your slippery core. His fingers snuck behind your head, gathering your hair, and a sob croaked through your voice as your body finally relaxed against the cold fucking. “Continue.”

With your head tilted backward, Shouto yanked his hand up, your head snapping down with a pained yelp, and with his other hand, he guided his cock down, sliding into your long-abused throat. But ever so eager, so apt to get his family to know they had no right over you, Shouto wastes no time starting his conquest.

You try to keep up with the momentum of the toy and his viciously thrusting hips, your hips grinding down against the toy despite its insane speed. Your breasts bounce with every thrust, and you gag against his cock. Shouto chuckles, his hands keeping steady on your hair, keeping your bobbing head at a pace he enjoyed. Your lips remained wide, your eyes blinking rapidly at the feeling of his hot flesh pressing dangerously against your tongue. He moves to knead your breasts, the bites, and bruises littering your chest, something he sneers at, something he jabs his fingers onto. You cry against his cock, the vibrations from your resulting actions making him moan low and tight.

“Look at you, so desperate,” Shouto snaps, his fingers tweaking your nipples, pulling your lower lip down, so saliva poured without the ability to be stopped. “So fucking needy.”

The words ignite a fire within you, and your legs tremble in unspoken glee as cum and water drip from your cunt. You wanted him to fuck you until you were nothing less than a mess. You needed him to give you his cock instead of this stupid fucking machine. You wanted nothing more than for him to claim you in front of his family to show that you were more than capable of joining their ranks. You wanted him to be yours and forever yours.

You wanted Shouto, you needed him.

Your deep moan of epiphany took Shouto by surprise. Shouto peering down on you with bemused eyes, the rolling of your hips against the machine that was making it angle into you differently, and your stomach bulged with every slam of the defrosting dildo. Your tongue pressed up against his swollen head, pressing flat against the leaking tip. Shouto’s thighs clench in his suppressed pleasure when your mouth sucks against the head of his cock, your teeth teasingly running against the underside of his cock, against his vein.

“I guess it doesn’t take long for you to remember whose whore you are,” Shouto grins, his hips moving more unrestrained into your mouth.

Making a pleasant sound, you hollow your cheeks out and taste the saltiness of his pre-cum that soaked onto your tongue. Delighting at the harsh curse, you guided him further in, your throat relaxing with every inch you take, and tightening with every slam of the dildo. It was swinging highs, your throat clenching when you relaxed your cunt. It was a game, and it was one that Shouto was fond of.

He’s pulling on your hair hard enough to hurt, enough so that you can choke against him, the angle and the position on your back already increasing the likelihood of that happening.

Shouto’s grip on your hair tightens, and he smirks when he realizes that you’re keeping up impeccably. His dance turns aggressive and contentious; it’s too much for you to keep up with, the echoing wet gags emitting from your voice a beautiful reminder of you being a fuck toy to him. He steers his cock further down your throat. You don’t bother to hide how satisfied you are by his action as you relax your throat and hollow your cheeks.

“Fuck,” he hisses, his hips bucking forward, he can’t stop himself from craving more. You don’t mind; you open wider to take more of him in, and his cock thrusts further down your throat. He’s now panting, in his desperation, judging from the strangled sound he makes as you take him even deeper. “Just like that, angel.”

There it was, you brightened at the nickname you were so used to hearing from him. Just as quickly as you caved back to him, he was back to you in full steam, he was yours, you were his. He was doing this for you, despite everything that would happen to the two of you after this night was done. He loved you, and every maddening, savage thrust of his hips only proved that.

The raw, primal, and wet noises of his cock entering and leaving your throat are bordering deranged, added onto that is the dildo penetrating your sopping cunt again. The pressure is back, and it’s settled deep in your lower belly, and you want to cum more.

Your choking noises music to both your ears; he doesn’t let up, only snapping his hips faster, harder, rougher. Your eyes begin to roll backward at the force, his balls slapping you in the chin with every slam of energy.

But you love the sensation of the raw and primitive fucking he was giving you, and you felt your hips thrusting forward, the ice keeping the block in place cracking under your powerful twist, your walls clamping against the insanely moving dildo. Yet, when you shift lower onto the dildo, trying to get the slowly heating dildo to kiss your cervix, his hands locked behind your head, and you cry around his cock, saliva dripping from your lips and your chin, falling on your chest and his thighs.

“That’s right, take my fucking cock, just like that,” he snarls, taking giant thrusts until his cock is completely buried in your throat, your nose pressed into his balls. Your tongue still desperately revolves around the veins on his cock while you choke against his pounding force. You choke against him, the noise music to his ears, while your legs spasm as your orgasm is drawing nearer and nearer.

“Angel,” he manages to get out through gritted teeth, his face immediately recognizing the tremor in your body, the crossing of your eyes. “Fuck, y/n. You’re not gonna cum just… just—” he cuts himself off with another groan as the tip of his cock hits so far down your throat you feel your neck bulge, and his foot kicks the box away, ripping the no longer iced dildo from your cunt, stopping yet another high from crashing into you.

There’s a brief moment of panic as you struggle to breathe, the sudden dismissal of the dildo catching you equally off guard. The force is a bit more than you expected, but you relax, trying to get yourself to calm back down. But then you inhale through your nose and force your throat to rest until you can take him all in, the oxygen burning as it makes its way past his cock in your throat. Not long after that, Shouto lets out a long, loud groan when his seed shoots down your throat.

It explodes in your throat, and to your horror, you find yourself struggling to take the sheer force of his load and the fact that he just seemed to keep unloading within you. Uncontrollable panicked coughing and choking rattle your throat while Shouto is still balls deep in you. The second he removes his cock from your throat, you collapse awkwardly onto the bed, your core throbbing from your denied orgasm, and your airway burning as cum drips past your lips.

You continue hacking, the bitter taste of cum scorching your throat, and you continue to let his cum run down your chin, dripping onto the cum soaked mattress. It burned and hurt to breathe. Turning your head towards Shouto, who turned off the fucking machine, his eyes were locked on you already, a condescending smirk on his face while he ran a hand through his hair.

Whatever he had used to hold your wrists and ankles in place were burned off the moment he got back on top of you, his hands pressing onto the mattress by your head the moment you managed to relax. Your eyes were hazy in lust and love while his eyes pierced through you heavenly. The smile that spread on his lips made you sight softly, his lips once again pressing against yours.

You pushed back against his mouth, allowing his tongue to roll deeply, languidly in your mouth. His lips were gliding effortlessly on yours. Quiet yet commanding while he slapped your cunt with his once again hard cock. 

“Shouto, I wanna cum,” you plead against his lips, your hands grasping onto his shoulders while you roll against his hard cock. “Please let me cum.”

“Don’t you think you’ve cum enough, angel?” he asks, his mouth trying to drown out every sound you made. “I finally made you taste like me.”

You stagger out a groan, your body trembling in desperate, uncontrollable need, “And I taste so good now! Please let me cum!””

Your begs do nothing to get Shouto to slam his cock in your cunt, but his teeth sink against old bites, igniting your skin, making you whimper under his touch. “Beg more,” he snaps, his fingers moving to grip your waist, his mouth hovering above yours, smiling when you follow after him like a trained bitch. “Tell me why you deserve my cock in your cunt.”

“I only want your cock,” you mewl, your arms wrapping against his neck, slamming his lips back onto your mouth. Your legs wrap around his waist, your hips grinding into his cock to reinforce your point. “I want your cum in me, I want my pussy to taste like you again! I want to feel your cock kissing my cervix, please Shouto, give me your cock.”

“You really are a mindless whore, aren’t you, angel?” Shouto laughs while he moves up, and to the credit of his strength, quickly lifts you well, his fingers burying into your soft, sore ass. “What do I have to do to get you to fucking fight back with me now? Are you really that desperate for my cock that you’re not even going to be the brat that I know you are?”

However, there is no time to argue the glee in Shouto is too grand to even consider making you bite back. He tosses you back onto the mattress, grabbing your legs and dragging you closer to him, your sensitive ass burning against the cum soaked bed until you are before him. Your pained breaths still as Shouto smirks down at you, his hand picking you up by your waist and flipping you over so that you are on your stomach.

Your gaze meets the other Todoroki’s who look at you with prideful, adoring looks. But before you could relish the feeling of their accepting eyes, Shouto has his chest pressed against your ass, his cold and hot skin burning into your ass, and his right hand angling his once again hard cock upwards to your cunt.

“Shouto…” you whimper, his teeth branding your skin. “Why didn’t you brand me properly.”

“It’s no fun fucking you if you pass out,” Shouto claims, placing a pillow underneath your head, and your heart swells at his actions. 

“Breed me then,” you pout, your eyes looking up at your lover as if gazing upon a god. Sweat trailed down his body. Your slick somehow all over his body, and yet he looked down at you with a smirk. You wanted his nine-inch cock finally pressed inside you, drilling into you until you lost sight of what was wrong or right.

“You want me to breed you?” he asks, his hands trailing to the underside of your thighs, slowly, teasingly lifting them up in a press he knew you enjoyed most. “Do you deserve to be bred?”

Your head nods, your teeth tearing into your lower lip when you grab his cock. You rut it between your folds letting new and old essence slick his cock up again, your eyes fluttering while your face heats up at the sight of his powerful, heavy eyes refusing to break contact with you. “I want you to fill me up, daddy. I want my belly bulging with you cum, I want you to cum in me, fill me till I ooze.”

There was a ragged breath that exhaled from Shouto’s lips while you aligned his cock right back up into your drumming cunt, his eyes blazing into yours with both fire and ice, and he said exactly what you want him to say. “I’ll make sure to fill you until you’re dripping with my cum for an entire week,” Shouto promises, and his hips slam within you.

There is something about having the wind knocked out of you when put into a mating press by Shouto that never fails to have you act up. Your knees are buried within the mattress by your head, legs dangling over his shoulders, your toes curling and pressing against each other, while longing, loud cries of lust power through your throat. Shouto lays on top of you, the penetration deep, and his hands gripping your hands. The weight of having him on you is exhilarating, and once again, his lips press hungrily against yours while balls deep within you.

His cock slams against the wall of your cervix repetitively while his lips overwhelm you. Each blow into you is massive and powerful, every stroke of your entangling tongues sends shivers down your spine. It’s powerful, ardent enough to have you sobbing in glee into his mouth while he kisses you, his hands clutching your smaller ones in his.

Again and again, he slams into you. His thrusts knock the wind out of you until you release his hands and find yourself digging your fingers into his back, pulling him impossibly closer so you could feel his heartbeat against your chest. You cry out his name desperately while his teeth find a home on your neck, sinking into flesh he had broken not so long ago. The powerful pounding of his cock makes you ebulliently cry, your hips jerking up to meet his, but you’re useless against his heavy downward thrusts.

“Impregnate me, baby,” you babble, your eyes rolling back in pleasure, “breed me, breed me, breed me!”

“You’ll be full of my fucking kids in no time, your cute belly will be round with our kids,” he rumbles, his cock throbbing and twitching within your pussy, and loud wet echoing slaps fill the room. Your nails claw at his back, cutting into his flesh in multiple places with clean four red lines.

You couldn’t take the feeling of how his body moved perfectly within you. The raw strength and power behind his every move were almost too natural as if this was an everyday thing. He was the one made for you, you knew that with every barbarous thrust, every perfect cry that was swallowed by his mouth when he came back to kiss you. His lips are intoxicating as they are swollen and bruised. You let out noises reasonably similar to a purr, grinding your cunt, raising your hips against his dominating cock, and laughing breathlessly at his low groan.

“You like this, angel?” Shouto sucks on your tongue despite the glimpse of humor in his eyes, his thrusts making you shriek out his name as he buries you further into the bed, your nails scarring into his flesh. “You like the way my cock fills your pussy? You like the way that despite all the cocks you just had, mine is still your favorite?” You nod rapidly, your eyes closed, your mouth open, the saliva string between the two of you breaking, and your pants tumbling from your mouth. 

Your sanity was lying on a string, his cock, and body the reasons for your downfall.

The muscles on his back seemed to flare dramatically, your screams became silent, your voice giving out as your eyes crossed, your tongue falling out of your mouth in a physical reaction to your pleasure.

“You look so cute like this. Look at how your belly fucking bulges when I fuck into you,” he growls into your ear, his hips unequally slamming into you. You shook, eyes barely able to look at your stomach that expands with every thrust, and you moan in fervor.

“I need you to breed me,” you strangle out, the fire in your face as bright and hot as the one between your legs. His sweaty forehead pressed against yours, and his lips recapture yours.

Your mind goes blank when a mighty crash goes through you. But Shouto must not have felt the familiar spastic clamping of your inner walls as he continues pistoning his hips into you, hitting your cervix, and pushing it further up with every slam. You cry against his mouth, your hands shoving at his shoulders as the feeling of your orgasm is too strong to deny, and he slips out of you.

You squirt wildly, your juices going everywhere, his cock viciously slamming side to side against your folds, wetting his groin area, and splashing against the bed.

“Fuck, you’re mine. You’re beautiful, and you’re forever mine,” he promises, and once again slams into you.

Your scream is silent, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your fingers digging into his neck, and your toes curl. His hips are driving, persistent, and have a goal in mind. You can barely keep up with him, your long overstimulated body wanting to collapse, but he doesn’t stop.

The bed creaks loudly under you, his hand shooting out to the headboard, the reinforced back thundering where he made contact, but he continues to drill into you over and over again.

“Cum, alpha,” you beg, your hips wildly thrashing against his. “Please, overfill me with your cum!”

“Who do you fucking belong to?!” he snarled once more, and you convulsed, white-hot pleasure shooting through you as your mouth, heavy by his ear, whispers a simple phrase.

“Yours and only yours.”

That’s all it takes, and a hot and heavy load shoots through you, and Shouto’s hips jut into you a few more sloppily, wildly inconsistent times until he too collapses onto you. Neither one of you reacts as his family claps, but your mind and cunt is full of Shouto to care — your nose burying appreciatively into his neck. His body twitching while his cock remains hard within you, the feeling of his cum swimming in your cunt, making your head spin with euphoria.

Drowsiness hits you quickly, and Shouto’s immense body heat is quickly putting you to sleep.

He doesn’t pull out of you yet, and the feeling of his cock growing soft in you makes you whimper, and he flips the two of you over so that you’re laying on his chest. His hands send warm and cooling waves through your body, helping soothe the aches in your tired body.

It takes a bit longer for you to allow him to climb off you; you wanted to have him pressed against you still, to be in this space with him and only him. But before Shouto can leave the bed to gather what he needs to clean the both of you up, a small pleased sigh comes from the seating area. Your eyes focused on the family who all watched you two with accepting, loving looks, and you try to calm Shouto, who stares aggressively at his family as if they had never seen you naked. However, Rei was the one to walk over to your sweaty sex smelling bodies and hugging you both tightly.

“You did so well, y/n!” Rei whispered against your ear, her hands holding both yours and Shouto’s when she pulls away, the kind motherly look in her eyes despite it all. “You deserve the Todoroki last name! I can’t wait to see what becomes of you two! Welcome to the family, Todoroki y/n!” 

Despite the intensity of the past hour, it’s this that makes your face burn, your stomach dancing with butterflies at the slip of her tongue.

“Maybe we can have some more fun later?” Touya raunchily grins while they file out of the door, his laughter like a bell in the wind when they do leave. 

You sigh softly, your head shaking. Your head looks down at Shouto, who’s looking down at his hands, his possessive expression gone, replaced by sincerity and ethereality. “What’s that?” you hoarsely whisper, your fingers grazing his wrists, your eyes widening when you saw a ring sitting in the palm of his hand. “That’s a beautiful ring…”

Shouto nods a hum on his lips in his agreement. He pauses, eyes dragging to your face, and the softest smile overcomes his face.

“Y/l/n y/n, would you do me the honor of being my wife?”

You smile, a giggle erupting in your lungs, the pain of your body ignored as you crawl to him, your hand pressing onto his cheeks, your head nodding.

“Yes.”

“Welcome to the family... Todoroki y/n.”

#todoroki x reader #todoroki smut #bnha #bnha x reader #mha #bbs kinktober 2020

[harrygroves]

a simple favor -- chapter four

to chapter three

Billy’s been doing a damn fine job of avoiding all thoughts concerning Steve Harrington. It’s been a blissful, quiet week.

And now that week is up and hell is about to begin.

They’re in Billy’s Camaro, Steve insisted they take his car, and he’s been driving for almost three hours. Steve is fussing with the radio and fidgeting as they get closer and closer to his parents' summer home.

“Dude, you really need to chill out. You want some Xanax?” Billy offers.

“What? No, I don't want any -- why do you have Xanax?” Steve wrinkles his nose, arms crossed.

“I think you of all people would agree that life requires a little anesthesia every now and then.” Billy gives him a knowing look.

Steve looks like he wants to say something snotty so Billy turns up the radio as a way to deter him. Instead, Steve moodily stares out the window.

Billy lets him for a little while before reaching over and taking Steve’s hand, threading their fingers together. When Steve tenses up, Billy gives it a squeeze.

“It’s gonna be okay babe.” Billy says soothingly but his snarky grin gives him away.

“God, I hate you so much.” Steve grumbles, but he doesn’t try to pull his hand away.

*

The summer house is actually a mansion. There’s a sprawling lawn in front of it, with trimmed hedges and a goddamn fountain. Billy wants to make so many jokes about silver spoons but he holds back because Steve looks like he’s having a panic attack.

“Hey, hey!” Billy says once they’re parked, reaching over and shaking Steve’s shoulder.

Steve looks back at him, like he forgot Billy was there. He’s pale and wide-eyed.

“Oh fuck.” Steve whispers. “Oh my god, oh my god, this is such a stupid idea. What the fuck am I doing, they’re going to see right through this -- ”

Look, Billy doesn’t want to kiss Steve.

Well, actually, that’s bullshit. He does want to kiss Steve but he doesn’t want to want to kiss Steve. It’s very distracting and he’s just in this for the money. The ten grand.

He’s been telling himself this for a week, like a daily affirmation.

However, Steve is freaking out, which is usually good for a laugh or two but Billy needs him to get his shit together so he takes Steve’s face in his hands and kisses him.

Steve is still trying to talk but the words get lost between them while Billy hums against his mouth, trying to be soothing and soft in hopes that it brings Steve out of his head. It works for a few seconds before Steve reaches up and puts one of his hands over Billy’s, which would almost be tender if Steve wasn’t trying to pull them off his face.

Billy lets him go and leans back. Steve is flushed and looks sad.

“Don't just...do that.” He mumbles.

Billy shrugs. “Kind of have to.” He grunts back, getting annoyed that Steve refuses to wrap his head around the thing he planned.

“Yeah, well…” Steve trails off. “Let’s go.”

They get out of the car and Billy grabs his bag from the backseat.

A girl their age with reddish-brown hair is running to them from the front door.

“Steve!” She yells and launches herself at him, wrapping him in a hug.

She babbles and laughs and smiles like Steve’s a goddamn prince.

“Should I be jealous?” Billy calls out to the pair.

Steve and Red Head look over at him.

“Oh, sorry, lost my head for a second. This is my sister, Robin.”

Sister, right. Steve had an older sister. Billy forgot about her, if he was being honest.

“Is this him?” Robin mumbles, but Billy can hear her just fine.

“Yes, uh. This is my...boyfriend, Billy Hargrove.” Steve says, smiling at Billy.

It’s too wide and his eyes are too bright. It’s the most human Billy has seen Steve look in weeks. It’s freaking him out.

Robin marches towards him and stretches out a hand. “It’s so nice to meet you, Billy. Steve has told me absolutely nothing about you.” She says it with a bright smiles and zero hostility.

Billy shakes her hand and tries to give her a pleasant smile in return. “Yeah, Steve just wants me all to himself, ya know how he is.”

He doesn’t, he’s totally winging it but Robin laughs and Steve clears his throat.

“You guys must be tired and hungry, I’ll let you get settled. Mom and Dad will be on your asses enough at dinner, so why don't you guys go hide out for a while. I’ll keep them occupied once they’re back from the court.”

“Thanks Robin.” Steve says and gives her another hug. “See you later.”

Robin leaves them and Billy leans towards Steve.

“The court?” He asks.

“Tennis.” Steve replies.

*

Steve leads Billy through the house, past floor-to-ceiling windows and paintings that have to be original prints. A few people pass them, all wearing uniforms. Steve says hello to everyone pleasantly and Billy gives them tight smiles. They have fucking housekeepers. Servants. It’s so...rich. There’s a grand piano at the base of a giant staircase and Steve leads him up to the second floor, down halls littered with vases of flowers and tapestries.

“This is insane.” Billy hisses.

Steve shrugs. “It’s home.” He says it hollowly, like it is very much not a home.

They end up in a bedroom the size of Billy’s apartment. It’s got bookshelves built into the walls, armchairs in front of a fireplace, a walk-in closet where Billy drops his bag of clothes, it’s own bathroom and a giant LED television mounted on the wall.

There’s silver-framed pictures on the fireplace and nightstands beside the bed. Family photos, solo shots of Steve as a kid, in bowties with a bowl cut. Billy examines them all.

“Robin’s nice.” Billy says casually.

Steve’s sitting on his bed, which is huge, by the way and absently scrolling through his facebook feed.

“She’s great.” He agrees flatly.

Billy wonders if she is great.

“Facebook.” Steve mumbles.

“What?” Billy asks, looking at Steve.

“We...fuck, we don't have anything on facebook, about us.” Steve says, almost in horror.

Billy shrugs, walks over to join him. “So what? Not everything needs to be online. We can just say we’re one of those couples who don't showboat our love on the internet.”

Steve winces at Billy’s words and nervously chews on his lip. Billy grabs Steve’s phone.

“Hey!” Steve shouts at him, reaching for it.

“Knock it off, c’mon, Steve -- stop it.” Billy says, smacking his hand away. “This is going to work. But only if you calm down. Right now the only thing in our way is you. You’re getting too caught up in the details. Just chill out, hold my fucking hand, and give me a gross pet name and we’ll get through this.”

He says all this, direct eye-contact, no blinking. Steve is quiet for a second before taking a deep, belly-full breath and closing his eyes, making an O with his mouth and exhaling slowly. Once he opens his eyes, Billy gives him a nod. Steve nods back.

*

Meeting the parents at dinner is a stifling affair. Steve’s mom isn’t going out of her way in the slightest to hide how much she does not like Billy. She turns up her nose at his clothes, eyes his hair like Steve’s isn’t an unkempt mess and politely insults him wherever she can fit in a jab.

“Oh, beer. How perfectly simple. A simple man is good.”

“I like that car, Billy. Very rustic.”

“There’s something to be said about plain fabric. Some can be too cumbersome to care for, it’s nice for some things to be easy.”

Billy grins, toothy and fire-eyed, sneaking glances at Steve who is very interested in his salad.

Steve’s dad isn’t much better. He keeps going back and forth between glaring at Billy and scrunching his face together, like he’s scrutinizing.

“And where did you say you’re going to go to school?”

“How exactly did you meet my son?”

“What do your parents do for a living?”

Robin keeps trying to steer the conversation away from them but the parents aren’t having that.

“How long have you two been dating?” Mrs. Harrington asks during the fish course.

“Six months.” Steve says.

“Two years.” Billy says, at the exact same time.

There’s an awkward pause and Billy can practically hear Steve’s heart rate triple. Billy laughs and takes Steve’s hand, giving it a squeeze.

“He was courting me for a lot longer than we’ve actually been together. All those fond memories, right, bunny?” Billy looks at Steve fondly.

Robin starts choking on something and has to thump at her chest to clear it up. “Bunny?” She croaks out.

Steve is bright red and staring at Billy with glassy eyes, probably seething but that just makes it more fun.

“Yes.” Steve blurts out, voice a bit high. “We, uh, I...really wanted...to be his boyfriend.”

Billy barrels onward. “He did that thing, with the boombox, stood outside my place till I let him in. It was so sweet.”

Robin is silent-laughing, and her eyes are starting to water. “I’m dying.” She says. “No seriously, I am fucking losing it over here.”

“They don't need all the details, sweetie.” Steve says in a syrupy voice.

“But the letter, I have to tell them about the letter.”

“No, no, I don't think so. That letter was just for you.” Steve says nervously.

“I would like to frame the letter.” Robin pipes in, struggling to drink water as her shoulders quake from laughter.

“So anyways,” Billy continues. “I finally just said, hey, let’s toss the guy a bone here,”

Robin is howling at this point.

“And he did, and we’ve been in love ever since.” Steve supplies quickly. “Now where is that next course, I am starving.”

He makes dagger-eyes at Billy who just takes his hand again and kisses Steve’s knuckles.

Once dessert and coffee have been consumed Steve gets to his feet.

“Well, we’re exhausted. Right, Billy?” He chirps.

“Sweetie, c’mon, how often am I going to get this kinda face-time with your parents? Shouldn’t we stay?”

He is hamming it up and Mrs. Harrington purses her mouth like the very thought is making her nauseous.

“Now, now. We’ll see them tomorrow morning.” Steve smiles back. “Let’s go to bed.”

Mr. Harrington coughs heartily into his napkin.

They bolt and hole-up in Steve’s room.

After changing into pajamas -- Steve changes in the closet -- they sit on the bed watching television and Billy waits for the inevitable.

“You’re a fucking asshole.” Steve finally snaps during their second episode of Golden Girls.

“I never gave you any indication otherwise.” Billy shrugs.

“That was so embarrassing, making it seem like I pined for you.”

“Well we had to say something, Harrington, and you were doing that Bambi-in-the-headlights thing, so I just rolled with it.”

“You rolled with it alright, I can’t believe you said all that shit.”

Billy snaps. “Fine, Steve, then you come up with stuff. Stop acting like a kid who doesn't want to get in trouble otherwise we’re going to get caught. Be a fucking man.”

That shuts Steve up for a long time. When Golden Girls ends and The Nanny starts up, Steve gets up from the bed and goes into the closet.

He’s only gone for a few moments before emerging with beer, little bottles of alcohol, and a bag of individually-wrapped chocolates.

“What the -- ”

“There’s a mini-fridge in there.” Steve mumbles.

He gives Billy a beer, deposits the bottles in between them and starts unwrapping a chocolate.

Finally, Steve says, “I’m really sorry.”

“Apology accepted.” Billy replies, cracking open a beer.

“I’m not very good at this.”

“You’re really not.”

“...I’ll try harder.”

“Good.” Billy replies, eyes never leaving the television.

There’s this weird tension between them and it lasts for a little bit until Billy is so uncomfortable he has to say something.

“Dinner was...something.”

“Told you.” Steve grunts.

“Man, I don't know which one hated me more.”

“Mom, for sure. She loathes people who don't own at least three boats.”

“Damn, and I just have the one.” Billy deadpans.

Steve grins, actually grins, before he catches himself and pops another chocolate.

“This is like a fucking hotel.” Billy says, grabbing for a bottle.

“I learned very quickly growing up that the less time I have to spend outside this room, the better.” Steve says.

“I want to make so many ‘princess locked in an ivy tower’ jokes right now.” Billy says seriously.

“Shut up.” Steve snaps. “And it’s ivory, dumbass.”

Billy chuckles and drains one of the mini-bottles. “So, we’re essentially trapped in here, is that what you’re saying?”

Steve shrugs. “I mean, we can go do whatever you want. There’s a couple libraries, an indoor pool, I actually convinced them to make a bowling alley in the basement.”

“You have a fucking bowling alley?” Billy asks in disbelief.

“Yeah, it was a birthday gift when I was, like, twelve.”

“Jesus christ, Steve.”

“Yeah, but we run the risk of dealing with them,” Steve’s parents, “So, ya know, wage your bets.”

Billy whistles. “Wow, you really don't like them.”

“No, I really do not.” Steve mumbles, eating another chocolate.

“So I gotta ask. Why me?” Billy opens another mini-bottle of vodka.

Steve looks away from the television, eyes Billy, then resumes watching. “You already asked that.” He points out.

“Yeah, but like, you could’ve found someone on Craigslist, like a lot of lonely losers do.”

“Wow, when you put it like that?” Steve rolls his eyes. “Like I said, it was a matter of convenience.”

Billy puts a hand over his heart and pretends to swoon. “I love it when men say that to me.”

Steve throws a handful of chocolate wrappers at him.

Billy grins. “Okay, so really though, what are we going to do tomorrow?”

Steve contemplates this for a moment.

“Ever been horse-back riding?”

part five

#harringrove #my fic #alright lets meet the parents! #fake dating

[wexhappyxfew]

i’ve been meaning to do this for quite some time now and the time hit me later this evening and bam! this is for @mercurygray ‘s challenge she had set for valentine’s day and the time never really came for me during that portion of the month and so i decided to do it a bit later on and yay the time finally arrived lol! so, this is my take on a new oc + a blind date idea with my favorite boy! :) enjoy!!

introducing minnie thomas of whitley, england!

The Primrose by the Riverbed

London, England - December, 1943

London had always been her dream as a child.

To walk the cobblestone streets, sit on the wooden benches of the parks, feed the birds that flew through the sky, and visit the pubs late into the night.

Yet dreams were always fleeting in her time.

Living in the town of Whitley, she spent her days in the fields by the South Brook, picking flowers from the ground and running up the mud covered banks, while racing through fields of soft, sun-kissed grass; her youth had been bred for her there.

But with the food shortages and the high unemployment rates, dinner some nights had been nothing more than bread that had to be portioned out throughout the week for a family of 6, and a stick of weekly butter that had to spare the family for just long enough.

Of course, they had the two cows in the wooden farm on the plot of land her father had in his family for generations, and they provided just a meager amount of milk for breakfast in the morning. The chickens didn't produce enough eggs anymore, but Minnie almost always forgave the little things, they were old girls anyway - she didn't blame them. When the war had come, the war effort picked up, stock increased, the factories were moving ahead in production well enough, and suddenly there was an air of a willingness to fight, to continue to grow as a nation and unite, and finally come together as one.

That's when Harvey and Chester had been drafted for the war and communication had dwindled to letters that drew even more rare as the modern slew of war took its affect.

Little Vivian had watched them go off, and her optimism had stayed for a few days before disappearing when she realized her brothers might never come home.

And so Minnie did what she could for her younger sister along with her parents - working odd jobs throughout the day, traveling to surrounding towns at night to work jobs at the local pubs, just to bring in a spare bit of money to place in the jar on the wooden counter by the kitchen sink window.

London became a reality once she had taken a chance at singing in Swindon in early 1941 on a cold evening in March.

The Old Thameside Inn had been her residence for that evening in December, sitting at the bar, drumming her fingers against the glass of water in front of her, listening to the gentle thrum of one of the singers, sing the sad, soulful tune, which squeezed just a bit tighter at her heart than normal.

The chatter amongst the crowd in the pub danced through the ear drums and the sweet scent of perfumes and flowers that dusted the tables settled about the place.

The jingle of the bell that rung at the entrance where little off-white lights were currently lit, dinged a little tune and Minnie glanced over her shoulder the slightest bit to find a group of American men sauntering in.

They seemed to swagger, moving from side to side, their voices breaking through the low chatter of the London townsfolk. Minnie curiously tilted her head to the side and watched them, if what she could suggest was, playfully smack the other with a brother-like affection, before sharing the cigarette rolled in between their finger tips.

Minnie turned around again, snuggling a bit into her pale green dress, the Mary-Janes strapped to her feet with the little white-lace socks, hanging just above the ground. It was quiet again.

" Hey there." a voice said from her left and Minnie felt her cheeks warm the slightest bit as she, quite innocently, glanced to her left, peaking a brow upwards towards whoever was now seated beside her.

They were American and their accent, though not terribly thick, she could tell they were American. His hair was quite gelled, hanging in his eyes a little bit, but they were bright, the soft brown glowing in the irises, and a boyish smile drawn on his lips. His uniform was a little disheveled but if anything, it made the dimple in her cheek appear from the nervous smile that had appeared on her lips.

" Hello." she said quietly, nervously tapping the side of the glass of water in front of her. Minnie watched the man smile at the sound of her voice and sat upright quite proudly beside her.


" All alone?" Minnie watched him - quite the greeting, she suspected it were an American thing - and as if in a joking tone, mimicked him in sitting upright beside him. She watched him smirk.

" Maybe." she said, attempting to elegantly shrug her shoulders, smiling again beside him as she looked upwards towards him. The man beside her let out a chuckle, which made her stomach flip a bit inside, like a rupture of butterflies had been let go.

" Any suggestions then?" the man asked her," For a good drink?" Minnie let out a small laugh, feeling a soft glow of pink dust upon her cheeks as she met his gaze.

" Well...I've heard they have fantastic fresh-brewed beer." she said, nodding up towards him with a wide smile," Some of the best in all of London." The soldier smiled a gentle smile.

" You seem to know the place well then." he said and she smiled, before shyly looking towards him.

" Minnie Thomas." she said, holding her hand out towards him. The man smirked gently before bringing his hand forward to shake her own.


" Joe Liebgott," he said, before leaning forward a bit, “ Joseph - if we wanna get fancy." Minnie laughed at his teasing tone as they retracted hands and returned to occupying their individual pub seats.

" It's nice to meet you then, Joseph Liebgott." she said and Joe chuckled as he glanced at her.

" The pleasure's mine, Minnie Thomas." he said and Minnie grinned, before clearing her throat.


" What brings you to London?" she asked quietly, tapping her fingers against the edge of her glass of water," Besides the war." Joe smiled.

" A few of my buddies and I wanted some time out here before training really picked up here. Don over there thought this was the place to be. Saw it in a paper." Joe explained and Minnie couldn't help but feel a smile grow on her face at the thought of the little Inn where her first gig had been, finally growing.

" Then I welcome you to London." Minnie said, sitting up straight again, a little mimic of the man," Just outside you have the Thames River, London Bridge just beyond that and King's College just a bit deeper inward, shops along the side, parks residing on many corners and newspaper shops just nearby. And a few secret pubs that I could possibly gain you access to if you are so inclined." She smiled wide towards him as she sipped her water, watching a chuckle arise again.

" You grew up here then?" Minnie felt her shoulders drop a bit as she clasped her hands together in front of her.

" It was always my dream." she said, smiling softly towards him as a round of cheers for the singer on the stage finished their song. Joe glanced over her shoulder, but then softly found her eyes again.

" You didn't...?" Minnie giggled, shaking her head.

" I'm afraid not." she said as Joe laughed.

" Man, who would've thought, you know the place so well." he said and Minnie laughed lightly.

" Whitley was my home and I feel it always will be." she said, smiling at the thought of the little home by the South Brook with the wildflowers and the rocks and the mudbanks. She smiled wider again and looked towards him.

" It was beautiful. Just a cottage, by a brook, 2 cows, a few chickens. It was....peaceful. Somedays, especially today I just wish I could just go back, forget the war, forget it all." Minnie said, and Joe grinned.


" Peace sounds nice." he said and Minnie giggled at his slightly nervous laughter that emitted in his words," Maybe that's a dream that'll come true too." Minnie glanced at him softly, watching him in the soft light of the pub, his dark eyes watching her form, such a gentle aura radiating from his being as he said there watching her.

" For both of us." she said quietly and Joe watched her, leaned up against the pub table quietly, with his gaze resting on hers.

“ I hope you get that some day, Joe.” she said quietly to him, gently reaching her hands forward to take one of his warm hands in her own, his soft skin, paired with his calloused palms clasped in her own as he softly glanced up towards her, feeling as she cradled his hand so carefully within her own.

Joe watched her softly, this young woman who could’ve been no older than 20, stand there as if she were some sort of primrose by the river, an ethereal being or even a gentle doe in the mist of an early morn where the sun rays were nearly blinding but to the point where it was a soft comfort in those hours.

Joe took her hands this time within his own and held them, watching them softly, feeling the want to just hold them and never let go. Yet, in this sleepy pub by the London Bridge and the Thames river, it was almost as if on a whim the two knew they’d never cross paths again. Maybe in another life where young love rekindled the tiny spark that was made this cold December eve, maybe a time where war and an ocean didn’t separate the two souls alike, and there wasn’t an enemy in their path.

Maybe.

Brushing his lips against the tender skin of her sweet-smelling hands, like a hint of rosemary almost, he pressed a soft kiss there. As if a hope that she’d find the peace she had always wanted and that he would someday do the same. Maybe not tonight but in the future that called their name.

Minnie watched Joe as he softly pulled back and held her hands in his own for a fleeting moment after.

Just a boy and a girl, sat in the dimly lit pub that smelled of winter air and the sad, soulful song of the singer on stage, warped by war and an ocean apart, yet held together by that string of hope for a possible sprinkle of peace in both their futures.

Just maybe.

#merc’s oc challenge! #minnie thomas #joe liebgott #the primrose by the riverbed #oc challenge #this was super fun and cute #i really liked how this turned out!!! :) #band of brothers #bob fic

[knightofameris]

bitter endings - aoba johsai

✎ setting. Spring Inter-high Aoba Johsai vs. Karasuno ✎ gender. Female ✎ contains. Kindaichi is referred to as Yuutarou/Yuu but also just Kindaichi lol (you’re his older sister), curse words, you are... mom of Aoba Johsai so now Iwaizumi is no longer mom and dad but just dad, god bless your soul ✎ wc. 4k

✎ summary. And so, your three years as the manager of Aoba Johsai slowly comes to a bittersweet end. It’s more bitter than sweet until your walk home. (Four separate endings depending on who you pick :3c)

✎ ameris’ notes. i could NOT stop thinking about this plot idea SOOOOOO i wrote it. 

sweet beginnings: hanamaki || sweet beginnings: matsukawa || sweet beginnings: iwaizumi || sweet beginnings: oikawa

Enjoy!

❝ new beginnings are often disguised as painful endings ❞

The air’s thick with tension as members of Aoba Johsai’s volleyball team warm up before their match against Karasuno. Despite the fact that they won against them during the Interhigh match, it was way too close of a call. Even you didn’t expect that out of Karasuno’s team; afterall they were always known as “The Flightless Crows.” 

With a deep breath, you walk up to your younger brother, Yuutarou, and give him a quick elbow jab in the side.

“Ack! Nee-san!” Yuutarou glares down at you despite the grin on your face. The rest of the team glance over at the commotion caused by the two Kindaichi siblings. Kunimi is sure to grab the water bottle you give him so he could walk away as you lay torment on your younger brother.

“Relax, Yuu! Also,” you pinch his cheeks despite his attempts to stop you, “when’d you stop calling me nee-chan, come on Yuu!” 

“Now, now, Manager-chan!” Oikawa walks over, wrapping an arm around you. “Don’t go bullying our middle blocker.” You roll your eyes at him, feeling hints of a flush going up to your face. 

“He’s my brother, I can do anything, also you stink! Get off me!” You try shoving Oikawa off of you but his grip on your shoulder didn’t relent, he just laughed. To the rest of the team, this was normal. Afterall, you are one of the few that wasn’t a fangirl over Oikawa Tooru. Mostly because of the fact that you’ve spent the last three years getting to know him and the other third years. But you would be lying if you said he wasn’t pretty. He is pretty, but he’s a pretty bastard. 

A thwump of a ball hitting the back of Oikawa’s head echoes along with a pained grunt coming from the captain. 

“Get off of her, Shittykawa, we have to start heading over, anyways.” 

You look over, only to give Iwaizumi a thumbs up as a thanks despite his scrunched up face as he glares daggers at Oikawa besides you. You go ahead and start packing up the bottles into the carrier and collecting anything else the boys may have missed. 

You take your time, to make sure the boys didn’t leave anything behind and as you zip up the bag a pair of feet enter your line of vision. You glance up to see Hanamaki standing there and the two of you are now one of the last ones to hang around. 

“Thanks for that,” Hanamaki says. You tilt your head, confused as you place the bag strap on your shoulder. “You helped relax the team a bit.” 

You smile a bit, walking in step with him, “Well, I’m just doing what I can so you guys can play to the best of your abilities!” 

“Where would we be without our manager?” Hanamaki chuckles, a lazy smirk on his face as he looks down at you. 

“At the bottom of a ditch, maybe,” you joke back. The two of you walked in silence as you enter the main court, ready for the match against Karasuno. 

Both teams begin warming up, doing practice spikes, serves, and receives. While you begin prepping your notebook along with setting water bottles and towels on the bench for easy access, you notice your hands shaking. You curse when a few of the bottles clatter to the ground. You’re unsure why you of all people were feeling the pre-game jitters. It’s not like you are the one playing. 

Surprisingly, and yet unsurprisingly, one of the new members came to help pick up the bottles. Even if he is the slightest bit terrifying, you know that Kyotani wouldn’t do anything towards you. 

“Thanks Kyotani-san!” You smile at him. He grunts in response, going back to doing warm ups. Yahaba watches the entire ordeal as he sets up a few balls for Kunimi. It is strange to see Kyotani act so normal around you. Well, as normal as he can be. Sure at first he was a little rude but now, he does what you ask and helps out when need be. 

“How’d she even get on Kyotani’s good side?” Kunimi asks. 

“Well,” Yahaba begins to explain, setting another ball as Kunimi goes to stand beside Yahaba deeming his warm up satisfactory, “She’s the only one that Iwaizumi-san finds terrifying. And since Kyotani only listens to Iwaizumi, I guess he sees her as the top of the chain.”

Kunimi narrows his eyes, “Didn’t realize we were a pack of dogs.” 

A loud sigh leaves your mouth as you notice Oikawa trying to piss off Karasuno’s setter, Kageyama. As he laughed maniacally at Kageyama, who’s laying on the floor, you march up to hit him on his head. 

“Shittykawa, go do your warm ups and stop trying to be a bully!” You scold. You immediately bow to the Karasuno team, who only nod in response with slight fear. “Sorry about him!” 

“Aw! Manager-chan! You’re the bully here!” Oikawa whines. You send him a glare and he could only quickly back up with fear in his eyes. “Iwa-chan~ Manager-chan’s being scary!” 

“Shut up and practice some serves!” Iwaizumi barks. “And maybe you should call her by her name.” Matsukawa and Hanamaki are sure to throw in more jabs towards their captain.

You walk back to what you were doing before, only to see Yahaba about to do something stupid. You toss your head back with a groan. Just a bit longer as the mom of this team. Truly, you wondered what it’d be like if you left Iwaizumi to deal with everyone here. 

Yahaba tosses a ball towards the new Karasuno manager. Knowing exactly why, you immediately came between the ball and the new manager, who is only slightly intimidated by you. 

“Yahaba! Stop being an idiot and-”

“Watch out!” 

A ball flies out of nowhere, about to hit you but before you know it, Shimizu, the other manager, blocks the ball for you. You blink, stunned. 

“Thank you, Shimizu-san, and sorry about him,” you bow apologetically again, before grabbing the ball Yahaba tossed and storming over towards him. Your brother watches with curious eyes behind him. 

“This is why the first year manager-in-training quit! Because you keep doing weird shit!” You scold Yahaba as you recall trying to recruit another manager before you graduate. With that being said, you shove the volleyball into his arms and walk away. 

“Geez,” Yahaba glares at your receding form, “she’d be more attractive if she wasn’t so mean all the time.” 

“Oi!” Kindaichi’s face scrunched up so much that it was honestly on the same level as Iwaizumi’s pissed off face. “That’s my sister you’re talking about.” Yahaba looks away with a shiver, despite the fact that he was one year younger, Yahaba realizes he shouldn’t badmouth you in front of your brother.. 

Then, before you know it, Coach Irihata gathers the team around giving a pre-match pep talk. You hold the clipboard in your hand tightly as you stand facing the team as well. But then all eyes were on you. 

“Oh!” You widen your eyes, realizing that you should say something. “You guys all practiced hard, so this is the moment you’ll see whether or not your work will bear fruit. But now’s not the time to have any regrets with whether or not you practiced hard enough, because you did. But do your best to leave it all on the court and have as little regrets as possible, yeah?” 

“Yeah!” They shout back, Oikawa walks up beside you with a playful smile on his face. You smile back before turning to look back at the team. Mainly the other third years and your brother and his friend, Kunimi. But you are sure to give each member a reassuring smile.

“Thank’s Manager-chan~! Always our number one supporter,” Oikawa starts off before going on about Karasuno being a formidable enemy. 

And there he goes, walking off before turning around, “I believe in-”

“We believe in you,” the other third years interrupt before he can finish, “Captain!” You smile, knowing that they were all going to be alright, only to burst out into giggles as the other third years begin to wreck him, telling him that they owe him ramen if he misses. 

“Oikawa, I want tonkotsu! With extra fish cake!” You shout at him. His eyebrows twitch as the first and second years start joining in at Hanamaki’s request. You’re also sure to yell out your order once more as Oikawa preps for his serve, much to the coaches delight. The two of them sighing and shaking their heads with some amusement. 

A soft smile makes its way to your face as Oikawa does his run up for his jump serve.

***

The pain in your knee surged up your leg as tears gathered in your eyes. Your face was contorted as you bit your bottom lip, trying to hold back the tears. The pulsing in your knee was overbearing along with the swellness around it. But the tears weren’t from the pain. No, it was from the idea that you may never play volleyball again. 

One of your teammates finally set you down after carrying you to the medical room and the athletic trainer immediately placed ice packs on your knee. 

The match was still on going but you knew you were out for the count. Especially as you saw your family, including your younger brother Yuutarou, already heading towards you. 

Days later at the doctor’s, you heard the exact words you never wanted to hear. 

“She can’t play volleyball anymore, maybe casually but even then. She needs a break from it before she can step on the court casually.” 

You spent your last few weeks at Kitagawa Daiichi Junior High watching your brother play volleyball at his practices. You didn’t have the guts to go back to your old team because of how they told you you needed to stop pushing yourself. When you saw the captain of the boys’ team fall over from his knee, you made sure to help him. 

“Oi, nee-chan, what are you-” Yuutaro stopped speaking the moment he saw your face. 

“Oikawa-san, you should rest your knee,” you mention softly, tears settling on your lashes as it fell from your face. His previously angry face from his knee giving out and someone he doesn’t even know helping him relaxed when his brown eyes met yours. “If you don’t, you’ll end up like me and you won’t be able to play volleyball ever again.” 

“That’s what I’ve been telling you, Shittykawa,” the boy you knew as Iwaizumi scowled. But not as harshly as usual, as far as you could tell from watching their friendship from afar. 

It was through meeting the two of them that pushed you to become manager at Aoba Johsai anyway, you weren’t quite ready to leave the world of volleyball yet. 

***

Your clipboard falls to the ground, echoing across the court shortly after the ball hit the ground, signaling the end of the rally, the set, and the match. 

If you had known that was going to be your last match, you would have done something different. Honestly, you don’t even know what you would have done, but just something. Something to stop the tears you felt building up behind your eyes and sobs that were trapped in your throat.

Your coach clears his throat and you realize you had to stand up to bow. You couldn’t even pay attention to what the coach was saying as he gave the last words to the team. All you could focus on was how they started crying. So you did what you could before they went off to thank the crowds in the stands, so that you could be strong for them. 

“I’m proud of you guys,” you say with a smile. Yuutarou and many others begin to freely let the tears run, trying their best to wipe them away. Then you look away, because you’re sure that if you stare at any one of them in the eye you’d break down with them. 

With that being said, you begin packing to leave. You’re struggling to grab the water bottle bag to carry but a hand reaches out to grab it instead for you. 

“I got it,” Matsukawa says. 

With a nod, you thank him and head out with the rest of the team. You walk between him and Yuutarou, rubbing his back reassuringly as he tries to quiet his sobs. The rest of the team is quiet. 

Until Yuda Kaneo came charging with hysterical sobs, surprising all of you. The other third years, Sawauchi Motomu and Shido Heisuke, appear to hold him back but he breaks free, to grab Iwaizumi and pat his head. 

“Oi! Stop causing a ruckus!” You yell, going up to whack Yuda on the head once you see spectators and other onlookers watching with curious eyes. But part of you is thankful for him to break the silence.

***

You sigh as you eat your ramen, listening to your brother cry about what he could have done better. You reach for a napkin to wipe his tears and snot the moment Matsukawa points it out.

“Nee-chan, I’m sorry for being a disappointment!” He holds onto you, burying his face in your shoulder. You stare at Iwaizumi and Matsukawa in front of you with a straight face. But the two of them just slurp up their ramen, leaving you to deal with your hysteric brother.

“So now you call me nee-chan! Stupid, I’m always proud of you now stop crying and eat or you’ll choke!” You scold. Yuutarou sniffles as he pulls away, the corner of his eyes turning a shade of pink from all the rubbing. 

“Re-really?” he asks as the other two third years start their own conversation. 

You roll your eyes with a smile plastered on your face, grabbing the chopsticks to grab at the extra fish cake you got, thanks to Oikawa. 

“Of course, you’re my little brother.” You pinch his cheek before plopping it in your mouth then slurping the rest of the ramen. 

He stares at you with wide eyes before nodding his head with a grunt and immediately stuffing his mouth with ramen. 

***

“Hey, Yuu, I’ll be home later,” you tell him with the other third years behind you, wanting to spend the rest of whatever time you have left with your friends. “Don’t wait up.” 

“Get home safe! See you all later!” He bows his head with the other underclassmen and you wave. 

Matsukawa waves as well, “Yeah, see you later.” Despite the fact that they all knew that this team will no longer remain. At the very least, for any official matches. But each team every year will always hold a special place in their hearts, no matter the outcome. 

Oikawa curses and walks off, surprising you the most when you slightly jump. All of you head off, walking to wherever your legs took you as the third years bullied Oikawa. The sun was still setting, so you weren’t too worried about the time. In fact, it was nice and peaceful. 

Well as peaceful as it could be. You knew that this was just a way to prolong the impending sadness. 

“Oi! Why do you guys have to be so angry and loud all the time!” You shout as Iwaizumi beats up Oikawa. 

“Iwa-chan’s the one that’s always mad!” Oikawa defends himself. 

“You were the one that brought it all up in the first place because you were mad!” Iwaizumi yellsat Oikawa. 

“Man, I’m just glad I won’t have to manage you guys anymore, hmmph,” you lie. You turn your head the other way with closed eyes and walk off. But then when you open your eyes again, you realize you all walked back to the gym. 

“Hey,” you turn around and point to the gym doors, “let’s play a few rounds. But I wanna join.” 

“Eh?! But, your knee!” Oikawa points at your knee in question. You wave him off, already heading to open the door. 

“It’s been a few years since I had to stop playing, as long as it’s casual, it’s fine!” 

And that’s how you find yourself out of breath and exhausted. You rest your hands on your knees as you were bent over and trying to catch your breath. It had been much too long since you’ve played volleyball but you had missed it. But perhaps playing with the boys’ team who’ve been training their entire three years at Aoba Johsai wasn’t the smartest idea. 

At least, to make it easier, you were with Oikawa, Iwaizumi, and Hanamaki. 

“I feel like I’m going to puke out all my ramen!” Hanamaki yells out with a large grin. 

“This was a horrible mistake,” you pant out. All eyes go to you and then your knee but you stand up straight, waving your arms in front of you. “Oh no, no! I just also feel like throwing up! Also I haven’t played volleyball in so long it’s tiring!” 

“At least you don’t have to deal with Oikawa’s jump serves!” Matsukawa glares at the boy in question who only shrugs with a dumb smile on his face. 

“Wait, can I try receiving it?” You stare up at Oikawa with hopeful eyes.

“No!” The entirety of the third years shout, filling up the room with their voices.

“That’s a bad idea, I can’t even take it sometimes,” Iwaizumi lets out a groan as he feels the food in his stomach digesting. 

“Oh, come on, I was the best at receiving back in the day, I did play libero at some point” you pout. They continue to argue against you until you arch your brow and place your hands on your hips. “Oh I see, you guys are just sexist.” 

Each one of them narrow their eyes at you. 

“No it’s because of your kne-” Matsukawa tries to talk but you raise your hand immediately shutting him up. Even if you knew that they were actually just concerned about your knee. You really wanted to receive one of his serves.

“Nope, excuses, excuses.” 

“Okay but, if we can’t take it,” Hanamaki points to the other third years in the gym. “With your bad knee it’s going to end up terribly.” 

“Bet!” You stick your tongue out at them. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be the responsible manager?” Iwaizumi asks, rubbing his temple. 

“Okay but, the underclassmen aren’t here. And I’m not your manager anymore. Just one receive. One!” You plead, putting your hands together as you bow your head. 

The third years exchange glances with each other before Oikawa lets out a sigh, grabbing a ball and going to the other end of the court. Matsukawa taking his place on your side. 

“Fine, one serve, and it’s not going to be my hardest one, final offer!” 

With a twinkle in your eye you bounce over to the middle of the court, ready to receive the infamous jump serve from the one and only, Oikawa Tooru. The other third years watch, worry but also excitement lay on their faces. 

“Bring it Oikawa!” You yell with a grin. 

The smack of the ball rang through the gym. And with the utmost concentration, you move towards the ball and receive it. It wasn’t perfect, as it didn’t go to the setter’s position. But you still received it. Expecting the heavy impact, you’re sure to roll back into the hit before standing back up into a jump. 

“Sorry! Cover!” You shout running back onto the court. 

The third years cheer as they set up an attack from your receive and Iwaizumi spikes it down to the other side. Before you know it, Hanamaki holds you up in the air on his shoulders with everyone on your side cheering for your receive. 

“Eyyy! Nice receive!!” Matsukawa calls out, his hands cupping his mouth so it was clearer when it got to you. You grin with a thumbs up, your knee pulsating a bit even as Hanamaki set you back down. Even Oikawa stares at you with an impressed look. 

“I think I’ll have to sit the rest of this out, actually,” you murmur as you rub the back of your neck and lean on your stronger leg instead. 

“I told you you shouldn’t have done it,” Iwaizumi sighs, offering to carry you to the side. You wrap your arms around his neck, totally unaware of the faint pink tinting his cheeks. 

“It’s fine, it was fun!” Iwaizumi sets you down on the ground, and you sit with your injured knee straight out. The others stare at you with a concerned look and you wave them off. “It’s fine, go have fun, I was team mom for a reason!” You reach for your bag and pull out an emergency ice pack and you promptly break the pouch inside of it. The ice pack immediately turns cold after a bit of shaking and you place it on your knee to watch as the boys somehow played a 4 vs. 3 player game. 

As the sun sets, soon enough you and all of the third years start cleaning up the gym. 

“Oi,” Matsukawa calls out to you, “it’s fine, we can clean up.” Matsukawa grabs you by your shoulders and urges you to go sit down. 

“Yeah, you’ve done enough for the team, always looking after your kids,” Hanamaki jokes as he goes to help take down the net. 

“Yeah but, I wasn’t able to get another manager for next year.” You stare at the ground as you sit back down on the ground. They all glance at you, stopping what they’re doing for a second. 

“Yahaba scared her away, it’s not your fault,” Iwaizumi assures you. Still, it doesn’t sit well with you but you nod your head anyway. 

“I guess,” you say half heartedly. 

Oikawa calls out for everyone, and soon enough all eyes turn to their captain. 

Hanamaki reaches out his hand towards Oikawa, with his eyebrows furrowed, “Hey, don’t do it! Let’s end this on a good note!” You open your mouth to say something but immediately close it.

“Shut up!” Oikawa cries out, tears already at the corner of his eyes. “Thank you for the last three years!” He bites his bottom lip, trying to control his sobbing as the tears start streaming down his face. Your brows scrunch up as your lips and the sobs that you’ve tried to keep in from earlier in the day finally escape your mouth. 

“Damn it, I told you!” Hanamaki wipes away his tears. 

You slowly stand back up and with your fists clenched up by your side, you bow your head. “Thank you for letting me be your manager!” 

You watch as your tears hit the gym floor and you don’t bother to wipe away the tears, knowing more will replace them. Soon enough, you feel arms wrapped around you and it’s Oikawa hugging you. Other third years echo their thanks. And soon enough there’s a big group hug between all the third years with you in the middle. 

Tears were shed everywhere, on all of the third years' shirts (along with snot because that’s what happens when you cry). And though you all lost, you’re all glad it was with each other and no one else. 

It takes awhile for everyone to catch their breath and clean up the rest of the gym. But everyone settles down, going back to normal but knowing that once they hit their bed that night, the tears would come back. 

You’re one of the last ones left, like always, and you realize this would be the last time you’re the last one in the gym to make sure everything’s left how it’s supposed to be. It’s bittersweet, knowing your volleyball season has come to an end. Perhaps it’s more bitter than sweet, though.

You finish zipping up your bags when a pair of legs appears in front of you, calling out your name. You feel your face flush and you don’t look up until they speak up.

“Here, I’ll walk you home since your brother isn’t here.”

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Meant To Be: Part 2

Pairings: Machine Gun Kelly x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, drug use, descriptions of an overdose

Word Count: 2,384

A/N: Y’all can thank @wings-of-a-raven for this one….

Part 1

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“Well look what the cat dragged in.” Your step mother, Anne cooed in her deep Southern accent as you walked into your family run road side stand to see if your dad could use an extra hand behind the register. “Wait until your father hears the good news! And look at this handsome little bean!”

“Is he here?” You asked as you pushed your Chanel sunglasses on top of your head and dropped the strap of your diaper bag on the handle of the stroller. 

“He’s out back, sugar.” She said as she gestured behind herself, vaguely while making faces at Gage. “Hello! Hello!” Your poor son, who had never met his grandparents before, started to cry, which made the damaged half of you giggle the slightest bit since Anne was the reason your parents got divorced in the first place.

“Oh, let’s go find grandpa, bubba.” You cooed as you stepped to the side of the stroller so Gage could see you as you pushed the stroller toward the back. “Oh, my goodness I know! The mean scary lady got right in your face…”

“Oh!” Anne gasped at your back. “Well bless your heart!”

“My heart don’t need blessin’!” You called out over your shoulder with a smile. 

“The hell did you say to her this time?” Your dad, Ross called out from under his 1972 Ford pick up.

“I didn’t say anything.” You said with a shrug as you let Gage chew on your finger to calm himself down. “I need work.”

“What, did that bright California sun finally burn all your nonsense hopes and dreams away?”

“Nope, the piece of shit baby daddy did that in three minutes and twenty two seconds.” Ross sighed and dropped his wrench in the dirt he was laying on and slid out from under the car to look at you.

“I never liked that punk anyways.” He sighed as he looked you up and down. “You look good, kid.”

“Thanks, pop.” You sighed as you ran your fingers through your freshly dyed red hair and put your sunglasses back on. “Now if only the modeling agencies would overlook the c-section scar like they did the thick thighs… and you know, the whole heroin addiction shit.”

“Yea, fuck those dumb shits.” He grumbled as he pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. “Wouldn’t know a good thing if it punched ‘em in the dick.”

“You need a hand behind the register?” You asked as you took an offered smoke and stood up.

“I’m guessin’ this little slugger’s taggin’ along?” He asked as you turned your stroller around so Gage could still see you when you smoked.

“Someone’s gotta count the register.” Your dad nodded his head slowly as he looked at his grandson and took a long drag of his cigarette.

“Fuck kinda name is Gage, anyway?”

“One that I fucking picked, asshole.” You laughed as you looked over at him. “Jesus, old man.”

“Gage.” He repeated with a shake of his head. “Sounds like a damn car part.”

“You’re an idiot.” You laughed as he pat your cheek and crouched down to go back to work.

“You leave your step-mama alone if you’re sitting at that register all day!” He called out as he picked up his wrench. “And don’t you be eatin’ all the damn honey sticks like your sister, neither or I’m dockin’ your pay, too!”

“Never liked the honey sticks anyways!” You called back before taking one last drag of your cigarette and heading inside. “I’ll take it from here.” You said as sweetly as you could to Anne as you pushed the stroller up beside the hand made counter your older brother had made when you were just a kid.

“Unbelievable.” She sighed as she grabbed her water bottle and got up from her little chair to go and complain to your dad. With a victorious smile, you picked your son up out of his car seat and smiled broadly at him as you waited for the couple customers in the store to pick out what they wanted.

——

“So the misfit daughter came back home.” Your older brother, Junior, said as he came into the farm stand the next morning with a giant teasing smile on his face. “Shit, when did he get so big?”

“I ask myself that every morning.” You sighed as you turned down the music playing on your phone, stood up, and headed around the counter to say hi to your brother. “How’s the fields?”

“Field-y.” He chuckled as he gave you a dirt covered one armed hug. “Still taking your clothes off for money?”

“You’re a fucking idiot. No, don’t touch my baby!” You snapped as you whacked at your brother’s hands. “I’m mad at you!”

“Oh, boo hoo.” He teased as he leaned over the side of the pack and play and reached in to brush his knuckle across Gage’s cheek. “Seriously, though. He’s adorable.” You thanked him softly and pulled your chair over to sit for a little bit while you monitored the morning delivery of the fresh produce. “You want me to kill him?”

“You don’t have to kill him.” You sighed as you ran your fingers through your hair. “I just… shit, I don’t even know anymore.”

“What don’t we know?” Your sister, Tabby asked as she came in the front with eggs from her chickens.

“What I’m gunna do with myself anymore.” You breathed as you rested your elbow on the counter and propped your head up on your palm. “I just keep asking myself where the fuck I went wrong in my life?”

“When you became a stripper.” Tabby said as she put the eggs in the old Coke fridge.

“I was never…”

“When you started dating that dickhead.” Junior interrupted as he pointed at your baby sister.

“When you though doing coke at dad’s wedding was a good idea.”

“When you dropped out of high school.”

“That time you drank a whole bottle of tequila at my graduation.”

“When you moved to California in the middle of the night without a word.”

“That time…”

“OK, enough you two.” You barked as you whacked Junior’s arm because he was the closest. “I get it, alright? I’m the black sheep of the family.”

“You two leave your sister alone and get back to work.” Ross said as he carried in a large box of cucumbers. “Shit ain’t gunna carry itself in.” You let out an exhausted sigh and gave your father a grateful smile as he paused just long enough to pat the counter. “You too, (Y/N). Those jelly jars won’t make it out on the shelves by themselves.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“And you better turn that assholes music off!” He yelled as he headed back out to finish unloading the truck. You scowled at his back and grabbed your cell phone to turn off YouTube and the amateur videos you had been watching from MGK’s show in Salt Lake City the night before to get to work.

——

“Dre!” You shouted from your kitchen counter top, where you had been flirting with another model from the agency you worked for that had just done a Harley Davidson shoot with you earlier that day. “Baby!”

“Lookin’ dime!” Your friend shouted over the loud music as he came over to give you a hug hello. “Brought my boy I was tellin’ you about.” You sat up with a giant smile and looked at the tall, super skinny white boy that was standing in your crowded living room.

“Well fuck me runnin’ naked in a corn field.” You groaned with a giant smile on your face as you jumped down off the counter and pulled your very short black dress down over your thick thighs a little more. “(Y/N).”

“Call me Kels.” He said as he shook your head and looked you up and down. “Damn. Dre said you were fuckin’ fine but I’m pretty sure that don’t even fucking begin to cover it.”

“Oh, a charmer.” You teased as you laced your arm with his and turned toward your friend. “Can I keep him, pretty please? He seems like so much fun.”

“You’re in for a wild ride with that one.” Dre joked as he handed Kels a mixed drink from the alcohol you had lined up on your bar.

“Wait, you don’t want that shit!” You said quickly as you yanked the cup out of Kels hand before he could even take a sip. “Handsome guy like you deserves my personal fave. Help me.” With a glance back at Dre, he held on to your hips and gave you a small push so you could climb up on the counter. You teetered a bit in your heels as you grabbed a half empty bottle of Johnnie Walker blue label from on top of the cabinets, and turned back toward him. “I have to hide it from the Goddamn heathens.”

“You’re gunna break your fuckin’ neck, girl.” Kels laughed as he grabbed your hips again and pulled you off the counter. You squeaked when you accidentally landed on his toes and fell forward into his tattooed chest.

“Jesus, when the fuck did my Southern ass stop being able to hold my fucking liquor.” You giggled as you placed your hand on his chest to catch your balance. He shrugged as you looked up into the most blue eyes you had ever seen. “Damn. I really wanna keep you…”

“I think that can be arranged.” He said through a smirk as he gave your hip a small squeeze. A slight blush crept up your cheeks and you cleared your throat as you held up the liquor bottle.

“Drink to it?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

Colson laid in his bunk after yet another show, slowly flipping through photos from the cloud on his new phone from the first night you met. He remembered that night so well, the way your laugh made everything in his world feel right. The sweet noises he pulled out of you as he fucked you relentlessly in your bed while the party raged on the other side of the wall. And he especially remembered the small whine you made when he tried to leave.

“Stay with me.” You whispered as you reached up to try and rub your reddish pink lipstick off his throat. “Looks like you have to, because I marked you.”

He smiled at the memory as he got to the last photo from that small bunch; the one he had taken the next morning before you had to rush out the door for work, 20 minutes late because he couldn’t help himself but to take you once more. You were laying in bed in the shirt he had worn to the party, your hair was a mess, and you had a small smudge of mascara under your eyes that hadn’t come off the night before when you washed your face. To this day, he thought it was one of the most beautiful photos of you he had ever seen.

“Damn, baby.” He sighed as he brushed his thumb across the screen. “What the fuck happened to us, girl?” With a huff, he grabbed his cigarettes and got out of bed, even though it was nearly six in the morning and he had just finished a concert in Oklahoma. He plodded past the other bunks and flopped down on one of the couches as he looked at the same photo. He laid the phone down gently and reached for a joint, before grabbing a receipt off the table and a pen. He sat back in his spot and started jotting down ideas for a new song for you.

——

“It’s not fucking right.” Kels said for the hundredth time as he listened to the playback of your song. His band groaned as he stood back up and headed back toward the small studio in his tour bus. “Let’s do it again…”

“Kels.” JP sighed as he stuck his arm out in front of the door. “Man… you gotta stop.”

“Don’t gotta go shit.” 

“Bro!” The younger man shouted as he stood up and got into his ‘brother’s’ face. “The reason it doesn’t sound perfect is because (Y/N) isn’t the one hearing it. Shit is gunna sound rough as fuck to you until she hears it and we all fucking know it. You’ve been a royal dick for weeks…”

“Man, fuck off.”

“No, you fuck off!” JP roared as he shoved the singer back. “Go fucking find her already! Even if you don’t want her and you just want your fucking kid, go do something about it! Because you’re a fucking dick that none of us wanna be around right now!” Kels looked around at the rest of his crew, who were all either slowly nodding their head in agreement or looking away to avoid the wrath Kels had been dishing out the last few weeks, before he sighed loudly and took a step back to sit down on the closest chair. His eyes drifted outside to the scenery racing past and he caught a glimpse of a road sign that had a city he knew was near your hometown on it.

“Yo, pull over.” He said as he got up and headed toward the front of the bus. “Pull over!”

“We’re on the interstate…” The driver tried as he gestured to the road while Kels quickly pulled on his sneakers and grabbed his phone.

“Pull the fuck over!”

“Just take this exit.” Slim said, calmly as he pulled Kels back away from the door. “We’re going, OK?”

“What about Atlanta?!” His manager, Ashleigh, shouted as she finally looked up from the email she had been reading.

“Cancel it.” Kels said simply as he pushed down the seat above the stairs and sat down to wait impatiently. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and quickly googled the first and frankly, the only place he’d know where to find you. “Take 85 east. That way.” With a slightly hesitant nod of his head, the driver followed the artists direction as the guys and girls in the back of the bus simply sat down and shut up for the first time in a long time.

Part 3

#machine gun kelly x reader #mgk x reader #colson baker x reader #meant to be

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Vernon || What we are

Word count: 2.9k+ Genre: Angst + fluff A/N: Apologies if this took so long and this is probably badly written since I didn’t proof read but anyway dear, I love angst & fluffy oneshots so here’s my take on your request @sweetie-yoongi7 😚 Enjoy! 

“I’m worried that you’re changing into someone I don’t recognize anymore.” 

— — —

Seven days.

It has been a week since he last talked to you. Be it physical or virtual, the tension deepened between the two of you and the distance continued to stretch like bubblegum.

Since you both started off as friends, it seemed too good to be true when at that one class, he exchanged numbers with you for a project. Ecstatic and excited, the chemistry you had with him just.. sparked.

He filled in the blanks of your questions of a certain topic and you matched with him as if you were the missing piece to his jigsaw puzzle. The flavour of your friendship was really sweet, people viewed you as each other’s lover. You guessed that, to him, that teasing gesture was a joke. But in fact to you, hoped it was real, even the slightest percent.

How you fell for him was totally uncalled for. At first you treated him like any other friend and gosh how Cupid worked fast. You developed feelings for him and whenever you’d meet, your fingers were crossed in hopes you didn’t wear your heart on your sleeves. So you wore a baseball cap or mask to hide your ‘inlove’ eyes or the redness spreading across your cheeks.

Hansol was dense, or maybe not. You couldn’t read him at all.

Yet that flavour slowly became bland as time passed. Hansol avoided you for who knew what reasons why he did. You thought you knew; guess the number of years doesn’t equal with the intimacy of your friendship.

Tapping letters on your keyboard, you sigh and slid half of your frame on the table at the cafeteria. Seungkwan saw your saddened body from afar right after he got his tray. “Hey y/n..” his voice creating a tune that you immediately lifted your head as if you were hypnotised. “Have you risen from your grave?”

He bit his lips knowing his metaphor went too far, but you accepted it anyway since you did act lifeless for while when Hansol started to ignore you. “I have. But I’ll probably go back to it if ever I run into Hansol again.” you let out a stupid short breath. “I’m not supposed to be sad about it, yet I am, why am I like this, does he not like me anymore- I don’t know what to do.”

Seungkwan rolled his eyes at the tantrums you unknowingly let out. He was starting to feel embarrassed when your lips began to open again. “Ah-ah.” he warned you as his fingers waved sideways. “Girl, did you forget how to think? We use our brains, not our mouths!” he hissed, eyes looking at the surrounding people just in case they ever witness or eavesdrop the conversation.

Your pale lips formed a flat line and Seungkwan swore you looked like you’ve seen a ghost behind him. Realistically speaking it was mid-day so obviously they wouldn’t appear. There were other things though, but in this specific meoment he knew why your whiney attitude suddenly turned cold, vulnerable and fragile like a dented glass cup.

He assured you that he’d try to talk it out with him; maybe knock down his walls to open up about the ongoing, about-to-be toxic friendship. Seungkwan left his tray for a while to catch up to Hansol, who was now with Wonwoo to eat lunch just tables away from yours. You eyed him as Boo approached your new-found crush a.k.a project partner with a knuckle fist nudge in the arm.

“Hey man, wanna eat with us?” Hansol asked as he pointed the table with his thumb and

“Oh yeah join us. We were just talking about the gathering we’ll have with the others later.” Wonwoo nodded in agreement with the younger one’s company.

Seungkwan declines in an instant, saying that he was already having one with you. Hansol turned to where you were seated and became silent as a response. “I just mentioned her name and you’re already shushed up.” he joked where in fact he was trying to hit him with words so Hansol could open his heart.

“Nah, I’m just really hungry.” he said. A total excuse to not cross paths with you again today.

“Uh-huh, keep saying that.” Seungkwan’s tone alerted the dude. “That’s excuse number twenty-one.”

Wonwoo tried to hold back his smirk. He as well noticed the Hansol’s recent behaviour and it was honestly stupid to able to have the guts to ignore you.

Hansol raised his eyebrows, the topic was getting too personal at least for him. “What’s up with you ‘Kwan?”

“One day dude. One day!” he brought his finger up in emphasis. “You’ll look back at those times and see that all along, you were falling in love with y/n.” Seungkwan turned his foot to head straight to you.

— — —

The days of ignoring you gradually became frequent to the point where it eventually turned out to be a habit. Hansol laid lazily in his bean bag with an awkward posture, tapping his phone away in which Seungcheol thought he was doing his project. The kid was too focused and it would be rude to stop him; but the older one knew his ways. He grabbed the phone, making Hansol shocked and lost for words.

Busted.

Seungcheol was the big brother of the group and he knew he had to correct the habits that were going too far. In this case? The way Hansol continually avoided the conversation regarding you; the way he changed directions to not meet you face to face; the way he does not head out to discuss about the project- the list could go on and on.

Yet, there one certain thing that went too far, and all the boys in his circle do agree and were all in favour to beat the dense one to a pulp if he still does it the last time.

And that was the way he doesn’t invite you to the apartment anymore.

Since befriending you and all of his friends funnily ‘adopted’ you in their group, they loved your company and how jolly you were and how they finally have a sister to bicker non-stop. But because of Hansol’s new weird habits and inconsistent contact with you, those were put into halt. And they didn’t know when you’ll ever visit.

“I thought you were doing your project?” Seungcheol asked as he waved the phone in question.

“I was.” Hansol shrugged, reaching out for his phone. He took it back but now he attracted attention from everyone in the apartment, though they didn’t bother add in remarks. They stood and watched. “Taking a little break that’s all.” he sat back down.

“Okay.” Seungcheol walked towards him, nudging him to snap out of it. “Are you having a break with her too?”

The television’s volume lowered down to silence just so that Hansol knew the intensity and how serious it had become with you. He rotated his head dramatically— and quickly too— that he probably pulled a muscle around his neck. “You mean y/n? No, I still talk with her.”

“Doesn’t look like that to us.” Seungcheol noticed they others with ears attentively listening and hearing the conversation out. “Her presence needed in the crew, she’s part of us now. Like she’s the honey syrup to plain pancakes.”

“And your point is?” Hansol scrolled down some platform for entertainment before stopping at a certain thing.

“Everyone here misses her. I know you do too.” he said, but leaned backwards as the younger one stood and headed for the door.

The hallway revealed you and although he expected it after from scrolling down his phone earlier, he internally panicked. He didn’t know how to act at your appearance and existence so close. Regaining his composure, he exhaled as he began to speak. “Why are you here?”

“I came because you didn’t answer my calls.” you showed your phone. “For three weeks ‘Han. Three weeks and you just left me hanging in the air.”

“Yikes.” Chan whispered and pursed his lips at your tone with the rest who now witnessed the both of you. Jeonghan had to ask him to refrain from giving reactions since this was serious.

Hansol’s lips agape but he shut them close. “I didn’t ask you to come here. I’ll reply to you immediately anyway.

“Sure, you do.” you smiled sarcastically with arms crossed, not knowing where this talk would end up in.

“C’mon y/n, can we just talk virtually? I’m getting tired-”

You scoffed, now unfolding your arms in disbelief and how idiotic he just sounded. “-tired of me?”

Hansol paused for a while and then rubbed his temples at your attempt in completing his sentence. “Look the main point is, at least I replied.”

“But how am I supposed to continue doing my part in the project when the suggestions I get is your one-word text messages? A call would be better. Just what is up with you?” you asked with a tone a little louder this time that it echoed the empty hallway.

“Tsk, you’re so naggy whenever you’re pissed. Seriously you’re so annoying.” he turned his heel when he noticed how pale you looked. He realised that he has gotten too far this time.

His friends gestured with their faces and limbs at Hansol’s blunt, unnecessary reply. You’ve gone ridiculously silent and it drove them crazy.

“Ah.. I see.” you stepped backwards, hurt with his words. Your fingers fiddled nervously and it was as if oxygen was taken away from your pained heart.

This action of yours caused Hansol’s heart to drop, plummeting to the floor. He cursed himself for not thinking things straight. It was a simple conversation that eventually turned into a serious one. Full offence was written on your face and he never seen you like this before. And to think this was his doing? Uh-oh.

He tried to reach out for you but you continued to step backwards and then turning to leave. Right.. what was I thinking? Coming here in hopes things may change and him possibly loving me.. you said to yourself.

Unbeknownst to you though, a group of other college kids filled the end of the hallway. They were drunk, Hansol could clearly see it. But with the way you swayed weakly at his doing, you didn’t notice them approaching you.

“Ooh, hey girl did your boyfriend break up with you?” he asked, seeing Hansol still at the door of his apartment.

“Get away from my boyfriend you ugly!” The guy’s girlfriend, or more of a hook up, got in the way and pushed you aside until you were shoved to the ground by the staircase.

You hissed at the impact and the growing pain at the back of your head. Those drunken kids left laughing until their echoes weren’t heard anymore.

Now your vision was getting in and out of consciousness, black and white patches take their turn to overpower your sight. Of course, Hansol wouldn’t save you. It was already given with the way he acted earlier. Your hearing rang as you tried to lift yourself when a figure shook your weak self.

But with the combination of the hurt Hansol gave you and the impact of the fall, darkness overpowered your sight; dimming until you eventually lost consciousness.

— — —

The softness of the sheets, warmth from your body heat and the coolness of the damp towel on your forehead were enough to keep you out of your slumber. You fluttered your eyes open, blinding shortly from the rays of the sun entering the window beside you.

It didn’t take long for you to figure out the man sitting by the bed with worried arms. His perfume gave his identity away. You wanted to sound ecstatic but then you remembered how he treated you at his front door.

“Hansol?” you managed to let out words he didn’t expect you to say first thing after waking up. “Where am I?”

“Hey, y/n..” he prolonged your name. “.. you’re in my room, on my bed.” he held your hands as he helped you sit up.

Silence filled the room again, just like what had happened at the hallway. Seungkwan entered swiftly and brought a breakfast tray for you to strengthen up, then smacking his friend in the head; obviously for hurting you. “Tsk, see what you did to my bub. You’ll pay for it Chwe Hansol.” he bit his lips in attempt of hitting the lad. Mingyu took the bucket and replaced it with a new one for the towel.

“Why am I in your room?” you asked.

“You had a concussion when those drunkards pushed you down the staircase. Gladly it wasn’t serious but Jeonghan hyung said you were burning with a fever as well. He helped me carry you back to the apartment.” he twisted the cloth where the droplets of water was the only thing heard in the room again.

Observing his actions, clearly he was sorry for how he treated you; that being written in his face when he averted eye contact with you. While you ate, questions began to fill your mind and maybe this was the time to actually be frank with him. You lowered your spoon which caught his attention.

“Do you want water? I’ll get some for you-” he offered, only to be cut off with that one striking description.

“I’m worried that you’re changing into someone I don’t recognise anymore.”

The words were monotonous, piercing to the core and Hansol thought he shattered to pieces. The more he absorbed the words, the deeper the wound got and it was like salt was added to it for intensity. But in fact it was just a push he thought he needed.

“Surprised about that fact of myself too. And the guys did me a scolding for it, hence why I’m telling you in all honesty.” Hansol scooted closer to you, where he was adjacent to your laying body. “But I just wanna let you know.. it’s not you, y/n. It’s me.”

“Fine, okay. Make this be a worth one listening to.” you munched on the food prepared by Joshua.

“It was never you, and it’s always me. You didn’t do anything wrong- rather it was me-”

You scoffed annoyingly that you were already angry eating. “Okay, maybe not. ‘Me, you, me, you’.. Get straight to the point Hansol or else I’m gonna have to ask Minghao to drive me home-”

“Wait! I- uh- hear me out, please.“ he exhaled. “I’m not good with words. And I know I’ve been a douche in the past weeks and I wasn’t myself. But, the guys made me realize something I thought I was doing correctly. Honestly y/n, my feelings for you have changed since. It was more than what we are and I’m afraid it’ll take a toll on our friendship if I confirmed it.”

You let him speak as if he was music to your ears. He held your left hand and played with it as he continued.

“I was like a device buffering and delaying the minutes, preventing it to load to a full one hundred percent. If I reach that point I don’t think I’ll be able to handle it.” he paused when you actually turned you direction to him.

“‘Handle’?..” you raised your brows.

Hansol scoffed for himself at how stupid he’d be when he says it. But whatever, it was you anyway. “I’ll explode each time I see you. I shy away when you give small laughs at my corny jokes and I turn red even if we only talk about the project and-”

“Red as in you are now?” you asked, poking his cheeks lightly to the touch.

“Yeah red like I am now- Wait huh?” he stopped to feel the growing heat in his flesh.

“So you’ve been avoiding me because you like me?” you asked, holding back the full-on laughter that he’d probably be embarrassed of. “What are you, five?”

“I- I do have feelings for y-you but I’m not really sure if they’re just i-infatuation or-”

“Maybe this will confirm it.” The frequent stutter he has had you doing the unbelievable. You tugged his shirt closer to you enough for a kiss, forcing a little to deepen it.

Hansol knew he was blushing since he noticed the presence of his friends just behind that wooden door.

Realizing and confirming the feelings he bottled up inside, he smiled within the kiss and pulled you back again when you thought you finished your part. He cupped your chin, tilting slightly to tell you he wasn’t done. You loosened the clench on his shirt and returned the kiss.

You both pulled away with red cheeks and swollen lips. The sun came out just at the right timing when he thought he saw an angel before him. Its sunrays added color to your eyes, and the outline of your body enlightened with glow.

“Yeah.. That confirmed it so well..” he hummed, sitting next to you on the bed as you laid on his chest.

He said he buffered the minutes because he was afraid to explode. Maybe it was meant to do that because he knew he wouldn’t take it when it was done so suddenly. But because he reached full percent, he somehow, actually expected the kiss.

You were now his girlfriend and that ensured him to know where you both stand.

Today he was yours and you were his.

#seventeen #seventeen angst #seventeen scenario #seventeen vernon #seventeen hansol #svt imagines #chwe vernon #chwe hansol #vernon #svt vernon #vernon scenarios #vernon angst #svt scenarios #svt fanfics #vernon fanfics

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The Ultimate Vow (A Prosciutto Timeline): Prosciutto X Reader

Here is the really long Prosciutto fic that I’ve been working on amidst finals. Here’s the thing: you’ll see it’s another dramatic telling of a La Squadra childhood, using the name HCs I posted. I just couldn’t get this out of my head but I don’t want to be known as a one-trick pony. 

Anyway, without further ado: Prosciutto X Reader (4.5k words)

CWs: parent/child arguing, smoking, not sfw-ish

“And they all lived happily ever after. The end.”

1980. The young woman closed the book and looked down at the two contrasting faces of the two children before her. One of them, her daughter, was grinning ear to ear in excitement, her cheeks beautifully rosied in wishful thinking. The other, her beloved son, about three years younger and five years old, in disgust at the romantic fluff, his little overbite biting into his lip in thought, a tick he always had. 

“Oh… what I’d do to have a happy ending like that…” 

The little girl hummed pleasantly, standing up from her spot and swaying back and forth as if dancing with her imaginary prince. Her younger brother rolled his eyes and laid back in his bed as his sister waltzed with herself across the bedroom floor. 

“Lucia that’s enough excitement for one night. Come join Andino, that story was supposed to put you to sleep.” 

The little girl pouted. “But I can’t just go to bed now. Not when I’m picturing the perfect romance with my future husband and me!”

A young man came up behind his wife and they together stared down at their children in bed with loving smiles. Still, the little boy wasn’t having any of it, he was too tired. 

“Will you knock it off Lucia?” The little girl ignored him.

“Oh, it’ll be perfect! He’ll be just like daddy and take out all of the bad people in the city. Then my love’ll meet me and the two of us will fall madly in love under our hero names until we’re finally ready to settle down and then, there’s gonna be all these fireworks, he’ll whisper his real name to me and we live happily ever after. Ah! It’s so romantic!” 

The little boy’s interest remained peaked, turning over to his sister at that last part. 

“What do you mean his real name? You’re gonna marry someone and you don’t even know their name?” 

His sister rolled her eyes and shook her head at her silly younger brother, all while their parents look at each other, perplexed how their daughter knew such a mature practice. The father cleared his throat and knelt down to his son. 

“You see well… there’s this common practice that since it’s dangerous to do what I do, I have to stick with my ‘hero’ name during most times of the day. When I was younger, before I met mom, I went by my hero name at all times for safety. It’s a show of love son, to tell someone your real name. It shows that you’re willing to trust someone with your true self, even when others want to use your true self against you. I love your mother, and I trust her. And one day you’ll meet a girl who you’ll trust, and as an ultimate vow, you’ll tell her your real name. And if she’s a ‘hero’ as well, then she’ll tell you her real name. And Lucia will one day have a man say his real name to her. It’s the ultimate show of trust.”

The little boy sat in his bed stunned, infatuated with the idea of one day meeting someone that he could put his true self towards. Staring up at the ceiling of his bedroom after everyone had left, he vowed to himself that he would find this girl one day if it was the last thing he did. 

1988. The air hung heavily in the kitchen, the only sound being the occasional winces spilling from the young male’s lips as his mother quickly moved to disinfect the cut at his temple. He continuously tried to nudge her off, grumbling that he could take care of it himself, but the woman kept him tightly in his grip. 

“We have to hurry.” The preteen glanced over at his mother, a confused look dawning his face.  

“Why?” The woman turned her head hearing the clinking of keys right outside the front door, and her eyes widened in desperation. 

“You’ll find out soon.” She dropped her supplies and stood up, wiping off her hands on a nearby washcloth before taking hold of the boy’s shoulder.

“Leave. Go to your room. Now. Join your sister.”  The young teen, only about thirteen years old, looked back and forth between his mother and the loud crash of the front door swinging wide open. 

“Wait what do you mea-”

“WHERE IS HE?! WHERE IS THAT IDIOT?!” 

The woman rushed forward towards the furious man and held her hands out to block him from their son. The man kept trying to scoot past her, but she kept her ground, wondering why her son wasn’t moving from his spot in the chair and running into his room for protection. The boy stood up from the chair, having never seen his father so incredibly angry, genuinely wondering what he had done. 

“Salvatore, stop it! Don’t hurt him. He didn’t know.” 

“Like hell he didn’t know. All his life I’ve been training him for these things and this is what the coglione does?! This is what he fucking does?!”

With that, the man nudged past his wife and strode over to his son, looking him down in deep contempt and disgust. Still, though, he had raised a stubborn son, with young Andino not flinching in the slightest under his father’s penetrating gaze. Salvatore Russo bit the inside of his cheek, breathing heavily through his nose like an enraged bull. 

“What. Have. You. DONE?!” 

Andino blinked back a little at the sudden volume shift but kept his ground. With a clenching of his fist, he looked up at his father with a defensive air. Why was he in the wrong? He saved a little girl’s life for god sake! Who knows what would have happened if those men had gotten to her? So why the hell was his father so angry? 

The mother inched closer to the two of them, placing a soft hand on her husband’s shoulder. 

“Andino… head back into your roo-”

“I did nothing wrong! She called me her hero! Just like how I call you! What would you have wanted me to do?! Let them kill her?!”

The father growled before swiftly gripping onto his son’s shirt tightly and pushing him back into the wall. The mother squeaked timidly at the sight of her flesh and blood being attacked by seemingly the love of her life, knowing that what the boy did was wrong and that she shouldn’t interfere, so she didn’t. 

“How naive can you be?! I’m not a hero! I’m not a goddamn hero! I called myself a hero when you were little so you wouldn’t know what I really do! But you’re older now, so stop bringing up that hero shit. 

That girl was the daughter of a man from a rival group in the area. Those men chasing her were my men. We were only going to take her for a short amount of time and then we would have returned her unharmed once her father paid up. But since you let her escape and go into hiding, we don’t where she is, or where her fucking father is! God to think you just happened to be there to ‘save the day’ huh?! Nice going… champ.” 

The teen gulped at the usual term of endearment that came from the man before him, staring into his fury fueled eyes before his father let him go of his shirt and took a few steps back, causing the boy to fall to the floor. Andino rubbed the back of his head in pain, feeling tears come to his eyes as his mother rushed over to hug him tightly for comfort. 

“I’m sorry padre. I thought I was doing the right thing. I didn’t want her to get hurt.”

The man stared down at the floor, lighting himself a cigarette to calm down, shaking his head. 

“Well, you weren’t Andino. You weren’t doing the right thing. Thanks to you, I’ve become the laughing stock of this town’s gang for screwing this up. What have I taught you? A true man doesn’t start talking until the job is done. Don’t go getting all heroic on me.” 

The boy flinched, not wanting to picture his old man, his hero, as the butt of anyone’s joke, someone to be made fun of. Even if he didn’t want to be called a hero anymore, the young teenager still thought of his father as such.

The woman sighed. “Come on dear. He didn’t mean it.” 

Andino stared down at the floor, still encased in his mother’s arms, his lip quivering. Finally, he worked up the courage to look back up at his father and opened his mouth. 

“I’m sorry, really. I just wanted to save someone for once. Not be the bad guy like you. Not be… a mafioso.” The man looked down at his son, a playful scoff at his lip. 

“Aww… the poor boy didn’t want to be a mafioso no more. You hear that Giuseppina, he doesn’t want to be a mafioso no more. It’s like he doesn’t realize that he was born a mafioso! And he’s going to live as a mafioso! And he’s going to die a mafioso! Are we clear?!” 

Andino flinched before nodding obediently. “Yes. We’re clear.”

With a heavy sigh, Salvatore knelt down to his wife and son, looking the boy dead in the eye. 

“...Padre?” 

Andino felt a heavy pain place down on his chest as he saw a glossiness begin to form over his father’s eyes. The man (about to burst into tears as he realized the fate that awaited him for the failed mission), sighed heavily and held a hand out to his boy. When Andino held out his hand as well, he watched as his father carefully took a ring off his finger that had been next to his wedding ring, and placed it in the boy’s hand. Then, in an act that only shocked little Andino further, the father lunged forward and hugged his boy tightly, whispering that he loved him. The boy’s mother watched the whole interaction with total awareness of the situation, even if the teen was still confused. With a shaky breath, she closed her eyes and spoke. 

“Andino. Why don’t you go to bed?” 

The blond looked between his parents, the reason behind their sudden anxiety suddenly starting to dawn on him. The pain in his chest only worsened and he slowly stood up from the floor and began to leave the room. Before he could head to bed for the night, the young man turned around to see his mother hugging his father tightly on their kitchen floor, the man beginning to wildly sob for fear of his life. The boy soon walked down the hallway, hearing the house phone ring in the living room. His father went to pick it up, the caller instructing him to head to the headquarters immediately for them all to ‘discuss’ the failed mission. The man steeled himself and closed his eyes, saying he was on his way. 

The clicking of the phone hanging up and the clicking of the boy’s bedroom door closing filled the silent house. The man calmly slipped his coat on, gave his wife a loving kiss, and made his way out the door, careful not to slam the door behind him. 

Hours later, Andino stared up at the ceiling, unable to sleep. Rising from his bed, he glances down the hall to look into the kitchen to see his mother treating his father’s cuts and bruises, his old man still crying tears of joy of just being alive. His mother moved to kiss her husband’s temple. 

“It’s okay Salvatore… it’s okay. You’re okay. You can trust me.” 

He rushed back to his room, hoping that with the way his life was headed, he’d have someone to care for him as his mother cared for his father. To call his name, to treat him like a human being, and just not a slave to the famiglia. 

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 

1994. The young mafioso, only nineteen, waded through the crowds of people inside the bar, heading towards the countertop. He had just finished his errands for his father, running about the city, intimidating those who refused to pay their debts, and negotiating in his old man’s place with other Passione members. His busy capo father was too booked to celebrate a job well done with his own son, so Andino, the lowly apprentice, sat by himself at the bar. He was drinking and just listening to the music until a hand sneakily placed down on his leg and crept up slightly until moving away. The young man looked over at the young woman now sitting next to him, a smirk playing at her dark lips before they mutter a ‘hello’ to him. Andino looked her up and down, noting she was about his age, subtly dawning the standard golden pin over her black mesh top. His scan of her incredible curves, the mysterious lighting of the bar, and her heady perfume filling his nose caused the young man to chew nervously on his lip. The young woman chuckled and inched closer. 

“What’s a man like you doing alone here?” 

“Nothing you need to know about.”

“Aww… you’re no fun. I’m only trying to do you a favor. Someone as handsome as you doesn’t deserve to be alone, looking all sad like that. Come on, let me join you for a drink at least. We both got the pin, I just finished a couple errands. Let’s celebrate a job well done together.” She smiled and his breath hitched in his throat. 

The young mafia novice ordered two more drinks for him and his new friend, and the young woman already knew she had him wrapped around her finger for the night. 

“What’s your name?” She was taken back, usually, guys didn’t care. 

“...Mascarpone. Yours?” 

“Prosciutto.” 

Hours later, neither party would let the other breathe, their desperate lips refusing to leave the other’s, both of them drunk out of their minds. Prosciutto’s inexperienced hands roamed her body as both of them entered the hotel room, his partner for the night just happy with herself that she was able to manipulate him so well. Finally letting each other go, both adolescents made quick work of their clothes before returning their lips to their rightful place of contact, collapsing against the bed, heading into the early hours of the night.

Prosciutto laid on his side on the bed, bare underneath the covers, watching the woman before him reach into her purse, pull a cigarette out and light it, his cheeks innocently reddening with every glimpse he received of her naked chest. She took a puff of the tobacco before looking down at him in the silence. 

“Do you want one?” She asked. 

Prosciutto gulped before shyly nodding. Taking the lit cigarette in his hand, the young mafioso inhaled the smoke, only to choke once it hit his lungs. Sitting up in bed, the young man smacked his chest to recatch his breath. The girl soon sighed and took the cigarette from him, rubbing it out and waiting for him to calm down. When he was finally silent again after a few minutes, she pouted and rubbed his arm softly to calm him. 

“You alright?” 

“...Yeah.” 

“Good. Come here.” 

She giggled devilishly and leaned in, moving to passionately kiss Prosciutto in his flustered state. Dominating the embrace, her forceful lips pulled a small whimper from the naive man’s lips. Pushing him back down onto the bed to straddle his hips, Mascarpone lustfully took her partner’s mouth over and over, making him unable to speak or even breathe. When she finally released him with a bite to his neck, the two of them gasped for air, their lips swollen and chaffed from so much contact. The manipulative mafiosa grinned and ran a hand through her hair. What a fun, gullible, little boy she had found. He was more fun than any of the rest. 

“You’re so cute Prosci. Can I call you that?” 

Prosciutto couldn’t find it in himself to meet her gaze, given the lack of clothing between the two of them. Shyly, his cheeks scorching, he nodded. His lover giggled, moving her hand up to his chest, her fingers splaying apart over his heart, feeling his rapid heartbeat. She smiled, taking his chin in her hand and jerking his head to face her. 

“Good. I couldn’t call you anything else.” 

She grinned, leaning down to give him a quick peck on the lips before getting off him. Prosciutto sat up in bed, watching her quickly redress, taking the notepad from the hotel desk, and handing him a piece of paper with her phone number. The young man looked between his lover and the paper, smiling innocently to himself before speaking. 

“...You could call me Andino.” 

Mascarpone stopped in her tracks, turning around to see this starry-eyed boy in bed, completely aware of what he had just done. 

She scoffed, unable to believe that she was hearing. “Excuse me?” 

Prosciutto stared down at his lap, tucking a piece of his wavy blond hair behind his ear. 

“I just figured since you said you couldn’t call me anything else, then I’d give you something else. My name. My real name is Andino… What’s yours?” 

He glanced up at her, seeing her expression of irritated disbelief, then disgust. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Andino was taken back by her spiteful whisper, unsure what to say. 

“...No? I’m n-”

Before he could finish, his lover for the night strode over to the bed once more and landed a hard slap to the young man’s cheek. Clutching his face, he glanced up, his confused eyes meeting her enraged, tearful gaze. 

“What was that for?! The fuck are you doing?! 

She shook her head in awe at his sheer stupidity. “What am I doing?! Do you know how dumb you are?! You don’t even know me you… you… you idiot!” 

“I’d like to know you more.” 

“You better grow up soon Prosci. Cause you’re going to be dead within the next month if you say that to every girl you come across. You can’t just say that dammit! Oh god… Why the fuck did you have to tell me that?!” 

“I-I… I don’t know. I just feel some sort of connection with you so I just-”

“Well, I don’t feel anything! I don’t! I was just using you for a night alright?! How dare you think you’re special enough to tell me something that important, and then expect I’ll tell you the same thing! So if you think I’ll even consider seeing you again, you’re dead wrong. Figlio un’ Puttana. Grow up Prosciutto. The mafia is so much more horrific than you think. Naive moron...”

Marscapone grabbed the paper, tearing it to shreds. Turning to the door, she gave him one last look of contempt, before slamming it hard, leaving to man stunned in the silence. 

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

2004. Prosciutto stared out the window of the bedroom, watching the first telltale signs of the morning begin to spring up into action. He always did get up early in the morning, even when he was little. There was always so much to be done. So many people to take care of. The blonde let out a lazy yawn and stretched at the edge of the bed, rubbing the back of his neck to rid the area of an annoying ache. When he tried to get up though, an arm coiled around his waist, accompanied by a small, raspy groan telling him to stay. Prosciutto smiled tiredly and turned back to see you beginning to wake. With a heavy sigh, you sat up from your spot on the bed and nudged closer behind him, your bare chest pressing against his naked back while you both stared out the window at the waking city of Naples. You rest your face into his shoulder, gently pecking the base of his neck affectionately, causing your fellow mafioso’s breath to hitch.

You chuckle a bit. “Do you have a mission today?” 

Prosciutto shook his head slowly before turning around to face you with a smile. “Do you?” 

You give him a smirk before shaking your head, only to let out a cackle as your love pushed you back down to the bed and began to teasingly lay kisses all over your neck and chest. His fingers in tandem scale down your sides, causing you to giggle wildly at the touch.

“Prosci, we need to head to work!” 

You try to object amidst your laughing. Prosciutto turned his head to look up at you, your eyes meeting his intense gaze before he leaned in to give you a heated kiss. You squirmed a bit under his passionate advances, but once you gained your footing, your arms snaked around his neck, your legs entangled with one another’s, and you asked against his lips for more once he broke the kiss for air. Prosciutto looked at you confused. 

“More? But you said we had work?” 

You watched him about to get off of the bed to get ready, so willing to tease you even after all that excitement. Nope, you weren’t having any of it. Grabbing him by the shoulders, you turn the both of you over so you’re straddling his waist, chaining him to the bed with a full view of your bare form. You gave your boyfriend a loving smile, moving to stroke his cheek and tuck a stray piece of blond hair behind his ear. The blonde purred a little and moved to put his hands on your waist. He then grinned his signature grin. 

“Come Bambina. Let’s have the morning just to ourselves.” You agree eagerly and gladly take his lips in yours, reaching down to cover both of you with the blanket to guard against the cold winter air.

When you were first assigned to La Squadra, you were by extension immediately assigned to Prosciutto, with Risotto Nero figuring that it’d be a similar situation to Pesci in that you seemingly required proper training before you were ready to bear the moral weight of ending a life. It wasn’t until the first mission that you had with your ‘tutor’, where you killed the target more efficiently than he could have ever done, did the senior assassin ask how you were so comfortable with the mafia life. 

You explained you’d always been in the mafia, your father was, your mother was, your siblings were. It was only by extension that you would be as well. You had seen more violence as a teenager than most adults can even imagine. From that point on, Prosciutto felt an immediate comradery with you, wanting your help on duo missions now that Pesci was able to act on his own. Soon, that comradery turned into seemingly unrequited lust, into indulgence, into love. And now, you two had been dating for three years and were so much more than teammates. You ignored his past of constant lust for others, trusting wholeheartedly that it was just the two of you now. And you wouldn’t want it any other way. Neither did he. 

Prosciutto loved you more than anything in the whole world. But he wasn’t sure about so many things. Countless nights the two of you laid in bed together, you mumbling about wedding plans and even the idea of having children, and Prosciutto absently listening. The grown man, now hardened by his life as a criminal, had become much more wary of the world around him. He trusted you, having put his life in your hands several times, and vice versa, but he couldn’t bring himself to take the next step with you. This life you two had together was just too dangerous for any of those naive wishes, something he learned long ago. He could never be a hero. He couldn’t be a gullible, well-meaning, lovesick little boy anymore. 

The assassin couple soon rose from the bed, both the man and woman entirely satisfied after indulging in each other’s bodies. Prosciutto watched your bare form stretch and soak in the sun spilling in from the window, nervously reaching into the bedside drawer to grab a cigarette after putting his pants on. Prosciutto slipped on his pendant, then his yellow dress shirt, thinking to himself. 

What would he even do without you? 

He remembered the night you told him your real name, and he froze up, unable to tell you his in return. He remembers your sobs at the rejection, you calling your whole relationship into question, the guilt he felt about that night. But you were patient, and you stayed with him because you knew he would honor the vow you had just made to him. 

Prosciutto turned and watched you dress as well, your back to him, unaware that his eyes were drinking you in, yet chocking slightly as he gazed on the cuts and scars dawning your back. Your stand was much more physical than his stand was, and there had been many a night where you would be the one sitting at the kitchen table being treated by him, only his code name pouring from your lips in gratitude. 

Life was so short for the two of you. He had made so many mistakes. With his parents. With old lovers. With you. With how careless he was being, the man feared life was bound to end soon for him, and he couldn’t leave this Earth without speaking the ultimate vow to you. Prosciutto stood still, in shock of the thought he was having. But he was ready. Chewing on his bottom lip, the mafioso rubbed out the cigarette and combed his fingers through his hair, unsure of how he should finally say it to you. Calmly, he walked up to you, staying close behind you with a nervous smile while you stood in front of the mirror getting ready. It was now or never. 

“What is it Prosciutto?” 

You turned around after noticing, and the man soon gently captured your attention of a loving kiss, leaving you humming in pleasure as your mouth met the sweet contact. You smiled at the end of that seemingly normal kiss, only to squeak a bit when your boyfriend’s arms embraced you in a tight hug. 

“Babe stop I still need to get ready…Prosciutto?” You muttered nervously, hearing his fast heartbeat. The blond looked down and took your hand in his, clenching it tightly. Leaning down to your ear, the loving, trusting mafioso whispered.

“...Andino.” 

Your eyes widened, your brain slowly processing what had just been said. For months you wished he’d just say that very thing to you, even after you admitted yours to him. You looked up to meet his gaze, both of you almost pushed to tears. You smiled softly, stroking his cheek. 

“Pleasure to meet you. I’ll miss Prosciutto.” 

“He didn’t go anywhere. I’ll always be with you, amore.” 

#jjba #jjba hc #jjba writing #jojo writing #prosciutto #jojo part 5 #golden wind #vento aureo #la squadra #long fic #real name series #cw arguing #not sfw-ish? #idk

[robronanniversarycelebration]

Through a mother’s eyes

For @robron-fic-ideas. Happy Wedding 2.0 anniversary!!!

“Sarah, do you have a minute?” She wasn’t surprised to see Aaron on her doorstep one afternoon, more surprised that Robert wasn’t with him than anything, but they often called in if they were passing. This seemed different somehow, but she couldn’t put her finger on why.

“Oh yes, of course love. Come on in. What can I do for you then?” He looked nervous and she couldn’t help but smile. That even after all this time he didn’t know where to put himself in her home. “Sit down then.”

“It’s about Robert.”

“He’s alright isn’t he? He told me he was off to Harrogate for some new deal or other.”

“He’s fine. I…I wanted to talk to you.” She relaxes a little at his words but she can’t help but notice how he’s not in the slightest relaxed.

“Well I have nothing doing, so I’m all ears. Do you want a cuppa first?” He nods, checking his watch again and she busies herself with the kettle, keeping an eye on him. She noticed he kept checking his pocket and finally it dawned on her why he might be here. “There we are. So…what was it you wanted to talk to me about?”

“Me and Robert.”

“Oh you’ve not had another row have you?” She asks, trying to keep the amusement out of her voice. Their arguments were fairly legendary in the village, explosive and short lived but perfect fodder for village gossips because the two of them didn’t understand the word private.

“No. It’s…well…I wanted to ask you something, because you’re all Robert’s got and…well there’s Vic of course…and Andy…”

“Aaron love, you’re going to hyperventilate or something.”

“Sorry. Well, you know I love Robert and how he’s been there for me.” She smiles because of course she does.

“You’ve been there for him too love, you know that.”

“Maybe. Bet you wish sometimes that he’d never met me.”

“Don’t be daft. Besides, no one else would put up with him!”

“I know it’s been rocky, but I…I love him and…I wanted to ask you…” She watched him fiddle with whatever was in his pocket again and decided to put him out of his misery or they’d be here all night.

“Aaron…are you asking my permission to marry Robert?” He stares at her wide eyed and for a minute she thinks maybe she’s wrong until he grins sheepishly and nods. “And if I say no?”

“I’d ask him anyway.” She can’t help but laugh at the determination in his voice.

“Then you have your answer love. Now, more importantly, when are you going to do it? And how?”

*****

It’s funny, the memories that come back to you, but as she waves him off, standing on the doorstep, Sarah can remember the first time she met Aaron. A little scrap of a thing turning up at the school gates, hand in Robert’s, being led along by her headstrong boy.

“Is it alright if Aaron comes home for tea, mum? He’s my new best friend.”

She’d nodded, not asking what had happened to Ben, the boy Robert had declared his best friend only a few weeks ago. In her heart she knows that Robert had been upset when he’d talked about him not having a Mum. He’d not really said as much but Ben hadn’t been invited for tea since and he barely mentioned him anymore.

The two of them had chattered non stop all the way back to the farm, well Robert had, poor Aaron barely got a word in edgeways but he seemed happy enough, laughing along at Robert’s jokes.

Jack had shown them round the farm before tea, the two of them sharing a look over their heads at Aaron’s wide eyed gaze at all the animals. Robert was telling him about them all, showing off really but it was harmless. Aaron was hanging on every word.

When it was time to take Aaron home she’d thought he would burst into tears, Robert too until they promised Aaron could stay over at the weekend, as long as it was alright with his Mum.

The two of them were inseparable from that day on, through the first years of primary school, Aaron almost a permanent fixture at the farm through the holidays every year, until one day he stopped turning up at the gate with Robert.

“He doesn’t go to this school any more.”

It was all she could get out of Robert. They tried calling the number they had for Aaron’s Mum because he was so upset, but it was unobtainable. He closed himself off a bit that day, nothing she or Jack could do to shake him out of it and he didn’t bring anyone else home in place of Aaron so they stopped asking. The next few years were a mix of fights and disagreements, losing the farm, Robert hearing all of it, doing his best to keep it from his little sister, the one person who could now get a proper smile out of him. When Andy joined their family she’d hoped it would be different but the rows just got worse, Andy loving the farm when Robert wanted nothing more than to run away as far as he could.

She worried about him, always on his own, head stuck in a book most days. She’d like to think it was her influence but she knew the truth. He was working his socks off to get good grades, the only way he had to escape the farm. He didn’t want to carry on the family tradition like Jack insisted, causing rows so furious it felt like the foundations were shaking. Nothing she said could get through to either of them.

It was his fifth year at school when he came home one day, big smile on his face, opening the door properly to reveal a lad about his age who looked familiar.

“You remember Aaron don’t you Mum? Can he stay for tea?”

Within an hour it was like Aaron had never been away, the two of them laughing and joking across the table. She couldn’t help but study Aaron across the table, he looked older than he should, only really relaxing when Robert was talking. She’d shook herself, resolving to stop looking for trouble. Robert was happy, that was all that mattered.

That summer something changed between he and Jack. Neither one of them would talk to her, Robert shutting himself in his room, barely even venturing out for meals, and Jack was in a black temper for days. The next day Robert was nowhere to be found, a bag of his stuff taken, his prized books gone from his desk and she was beside herself, incensed when Jack seemed unbothered.

“It’s alright Mrs Sugden, he’s with me. He’s safe.”

No matter how many times she told him to call her Sarah he never did. It was sweet really. She knew everyone in the village thought he was a tearaway and she supposed he was, but she saw a different side and besides, he made Robert happy so he couldn’t be so bad.

She relaxed a little, knew he was safe with Aaron and eventually he’d come to her. She needed to just give him time.

She found out in the end what had happened and her heart broke for her little boy and she tried her best to make him see how wrong his Dad had been. She could tell it was futile, he believed every word and it made her hate Jack for hurting his son that way.

They never made it up, him and Jack, she’s not sure they even spoke another word to each other before he died. He’d come to live in the village with her and Vic after the marriage broke down. He’d run again when she told him, after the phone call from Annie. She knew where he’d go, knew he’d be safe.

Aaron opened the door to the pub, letting her in straight away, Robert on the sofa, games controller abandoned beside him, eyes red and not from staring at the screen. He didn’t want to talk, she knew him well enough to know that so she followed Aaron into the kitchen.

“He won’t talk to me. I only just managed to get out of him what was wrong.”

“That boy has every bit of his father’s stubbornness. There’s no good forcing him, he’ll talk to you though, when he’s ready, like he did before. Just look after him for me.”

Like the rest of the village she’d been shocked and upset when Robert had told her that Aaron had tried to kill himself in the garage, not long after. He’d found him and the look on his face when she found him pacing the hospital corridor broke her heart.

“Why couldn’t he tell me Mum?”

She couldn’t answer him, could only hold him as he cried on her shoulder for his friend. She wished the answers came as easy as they had when he’d been little.

In the end they’d fallen back into their usual friendship easy enough, even if Robert did turn into a mother hen for a while.

She had an inkling that Aaron had feelings for her boy, thought that maybe it was mutual even if Robert wouldn’t or couldn’t admit that to himself yet. She saw the way they would look at each other when the other wasn’t watching, how what they said mattered more than anyone else.

She watched as Robert married Chrissie a few years later, Andy by his side instead of Aaron, watched him smile and dance with his beautiful new wife, oblivious to the man in the corner whose heart was breaking into little pieces. No one was more shocked than her when Robert had asked Andy to be best man, even Aaron. She knew there had been a distance between them for a while, since he’d met Chrissie. He’d been so single minded, the new job, impressing her father in a bid to be the son his late father wanted, that there was no room for Aaron. It wasn’t her place to interfere no matter how much she longed to.

All she could do was watch as they drifted further apart and hope one day her son would see sense.

She was sure he knew even though Aaron had never told him how he felt. In fact she was sure Robert still felt the same way but the words from years before had left their mark and he was still doing all he could to make his Dad proud, even though he was no longer there to see.

She liked Chrissie, she did, but she knew Robert, could tell there was something not right, he wasn’t completely happy and maybe it was inevitable that their marriage would fail before they’d even marked a year off on the calendar. He’d come home, tail between his legs, dropping his bags on the table, guilt all over his face as he told her about Rebecca.

He’d been a bit like a lost pup after that, moping around the house under her feet for weeks. There was no Aaron to take his mind off anything. He’d fled to France with some rugby player that turned up in the village, not long after Robert had left with his new wife, coming as close as ever to revealing his true feelings.

“I can’t watch them around the place, all happy and in love. It’s better this way.”

He’d told her the morning he’d left when she’d asked him outright whether he loved Robert. She’d wanted to tell Robert he was leaving but Aaron wouldn’t let her saying it was for the best that he didn’t know.

When Aaron finally came home Robert had kept away, stubborn as ever.

“He left. He hasn’t tried to contact me.”

“Maybe you should think on why that is.”

He’d been annoyed with her that day but he had to figure it out for himself, had to overcome Jack’s words. She could only hope he would.

She’d thought maybe once the divorce was settled that he and Aaron might find their way to each other but instead they just wandered round the village ignoring each other. She knew Aaron’s Dad had turned up and he clearly wasn’t happy about it, but that didn’t explain why he was avoiding Robert.

It was a week or so later when she’d been stopped by Chas, frantic because Aaron had disappeared. At the time she’d not thought much of it, he was an adult after all, but then Robert didn’t come home until the next evening and she’d never seen him look so lost.

“I don’t know how to help him Mum.”

She couldn’t get any details from him, not then but it had all come out and in the midst of her heartbreak for Aaron and her anger at what he’d been through, she couldn’t help but be proud of how Robert had been there for him.

Eventually they’d got together but it seemed like they were more off than on for months, until they were over and Robert wouldn’t tell her anything about why.

It had been late one night when it all changed. Aaron had turned up on her doorstep saying those exact words, soaked to the skin from the rain as she ushered him inside.

The stupid feud with Andy had ended up with Robert getting shot. Aaron had been there he said, they’d been arguing. It was all they seemed to do these days, the two of them too determined to be right about everything  to ever get anywhere.

They’d sat together in the waiting room, looking up every time someone walked past, hoping it would be a doctor with news, hopefully good.

“You still love him don’t you?”

“I never stopped. Even when he winds me up.”

“So tell him.”

She thought he’d ignored her, he’d gone from the hospital as soon as he found out Robert would be ok and she didn’t see him again until the two of them walked into the pub together not long after Robert was discharged. Nobody else would probably notice the difference but she did, the little touches on Robert’s arm, Robert’s hand on his back as they pushed past the crowd of people.

She waited, hoping they would tell her but in the end her impatience ran out when they were in the corner booth at the back of the pub, no one else nearby.

“Do you boys have something to tell me?”

*****

“Mum! I can’t find my tie!”

“It’s on your…oh honestly.” She grumbled, climbing the stairs up to the room Robert had stayed in the night before. At least that had been the plan. He might think because she was getting older that she was stupid, but she could hear the door creak open and shut well enough, and she could see him walking up the lane to Mill too. “I left it on your bed while you were in the shower. Look it’s right there.”

“Oh. Yeah, sorry.” He’s dressed, waistcoat hanging undone and shirt collar up around his ears as he stared out of the window.

“What’s wrong?” As she steps further into the room she sees what it is he’s staring at. “He’s not here any more Robert.”

“He is, up here.” He points a finger at his head, still staring out of the window at the graveyard.

“You’re the only one who can get rid of him. You know he was wrong, and I know that doesn’t help, but he was, and you’re getting married to the man you love, the man you’ve loved for years despite all your protests to the contrary.”

“Do you think he ever would’ve accepted it?”

“You know I can’t answer that love. You’re happy and maybe that would’ve been enough for him, but, and this sounds harsh, your Dad doesn’t matter. It’s what you think that is the only important thing.” He shrugs. “Does Aaron know you still feel like this.”

“Yeah. He said the same as you.”

“I always said that boy had sense. He loves you, loves you so much he came here and asked for my permission to marry you.”

“He…he did?”

“Yeah. I had to have a little fun, and I asked him what he’d do if I said no.”

“And?” He sits on the side of the bed, running the tie through his fingers, a small grin on his face.

“He said he’d ask you anyway. Don’t you see, he doesn’t care what anyone thinks. He loves you and that’s all that matters.” He nods but won’t meet her gaze. “So, get that tie on, or you’re going to be late.”

*****

“I call upon these persons here present, to witness that I, Robert Jacob Sugden, do take you, Aaron Dingle, to be my lawful wedded husband.”

She’s watched them go through a lot in their lives, and she’s been proud, not just of Robert, but she doesn’t think she’s ever been prouder of her son than watching him marry the love of his life in front of the whole village.

#robron anniversary celebration #robron anniversary 2019 #robron #robron-fic-ideas

[bts5sosempire]

Ivar the Boneless: Thin Ice (3)

A/n: after a lot of writing blocks that stop me from writing this, BEHOLD I AM BACK AND ITS FINISH. And I never proofread this too. 😩😊😘

Pairing: Ivar x Reader

Words: 1,679

Summary: get ready to be married off.

. . . . .

You went to the market to get some fishes as your parents allowed you to go alone this time. You never got the chances of telling them about the eyes of Ivar's men lingering everywhere you go.

Upon returning home, your parents saw you. “(Name) come inside we have to talk to you.” Your mother orders you and you quicken your steps.

Putting the basket inside once you entered your home. There was tension in the air.

Sitting down, your mother hands hover above yours. You knew what she was going to talk about anyway. “Your father and I, we both had come to a hard decision that we will marry you to King Ivar.” You weren't the slightest upset nor mad, in fact, you were scared. You had come to accept your fate once you start seeing visions, but this was different for you.

Seeing your indifference, your mother thought you were upset and feels sorry. “I should've been a better mother if only I could've kept you safer from this life, you would've been happier.”

“Wife…” Your father brought your mother to his chest. She silently cried.

“Don't be sad, it's all my fault that this happened in the first place. I should tell Ivar that we accept his proposition.”

Rose from your seat, you smooth out any wrinkle from your dress. With a deep breath, you left your safe haven.

You spot one of Ivar's men, Asvard.

“Take me to the King”

.

Asvard led you to Ivar's training ground where Ivar was shooting arrows at a target. The target was full of arrows to the brink that there was no space.

“King Ivar,” with a soft-spoken voice he lowers his bow that was ready, “you want an answer? I came here to give you my answer.” He turns around to face you with a knowing smile.

“I already know,” he turns away from you and raises his bow again. He let go of the string and it hit the target's head that was full of arrows. He manages to split an arrow in half.

“Then why?”

“I prefer it to hear it from your lips.” He set his now and arrows down. Ivar rose from the tree stump and grab his crutches and make his way over to you. His eyes that always seem to hold such deep charm and devious aura to them enrapture your very own orbs. “You come and go like the wind, soft when you want to be and strong when you feel threatened and angered. Unpredictable yet such hidden motives.” Ivar words of an observation made you turn away from him. You didn't know if you be amazed or scared at his accuracy.

“I would like to take my leave.”

“Have a walk with me, be my familiar before the wedding. I want to ask your opinions on a few things.” Ivar ignores your plead and made you walk with him.

.

The talk went about sometimes, as you give him small but precise answers to his questions. Ivar seems to be enamored by your elegant and soft talks, something he never saw you loosen up about. You were always guarded around your feelings and a few encounters had you spilling to him like an ale. Ivar saw you considerably became a little more ease around him in such a short time, but not completely. You are such a dear, run away at first sight when trouble arose.

Should he be happy about his accomplishment? He should be because this is shortly the closest he would ever get to you at the moment before he set the wedding and date.

He never pours his thoughts onto one person, due to many betrayals and enemies who claimed to be his allies. But he had a feeling around you for quite some time now, it wasn't like anything he thought of before. You were quite the opposite of him, he was ruled by logic and calculation and you were ruled by compassion and feelings.

Ivar may be a cunning and sly man, but with you around its a whole different level. He had to suppress most of his emotions because he views them as weakness and blockage of making decisive decisions.

“You've been quiet for some time now Ivar, something on your mind?” Flatly asking him, you found Ivar to be quite pleasing to be around if he isn't all that work up or blows up a short fuse. He has a very calm demeanor right now.

“How would you view war?” He quickly comes up with the topic and challenges you on, this is something that he loves. Ivar loves to see what runs in your mind.

“War?” Thinking for a moment you have a lot to say about war. “ I had a lot of views on war, it is something that would create a new era for the people or something far more stupid than you can bargain for.”

He made an okay face, “I just realized you stop using the honorific for me.”

Your face flushes a color of red, “O-Oh sorry.”

“Don't be, go home. I already held you on enough here.”

You found it strange for him to be in a good mood. Ivar motion a hand for you to leave and you did.

.

The wedding was held within a week and it was already that day. Ivar wants to get it over with as soon as possible. He invited trusted allies and family to the reunion. But everything was short fused, he would get angry at simple matter here and there as thralls failed to comply to it immediately.

“Ivar,” with a recognized voice, the man turns his head to see Hvitserk. The one whom he gets along the most out of his other two brothers. The older Lothbrok smile down at his little brother who looks happy, but wipes off the smile off of his face. “How do you feel about today?”

The wedding went like a blur in Ivar's opinion. “So and so,” was his short reply. He was rather tight lip at the moment. His eyes trail to where you were. You were sitting with your parents, while your father and mother were talking to you as you nervously answer them with tense body language.

Hvitserk eyes follow to where Ivar eyes are and saw them linger at you. “Do you like her as a whole, or as a Volva?”

The man stays silent. Did he love you because of your vision and because you were going to provide him a child? At first, he did, but his interest runs deeper than his obsession with the thought of you. You were, in fact, a version of his mother but different and the glow around you spark a different light and a sort of calmness.

Ivar saw you stand up from your parent's table, as your mother usher you away from them with a hand motion. Ivar saw you slowly make towards his way with a shy nature. Something he saw many times.

You seated yourself next to Ivar on the throne and Hvitserk moves a bit closer to peer at your face while sitting on a chair that was on the other side. “Wife,” Ivar greeted you and you mumble out his title with a soft voice and foreign feeling. You never thought that calling anyone ‘husband’ would be so nerve-wracking. Ivar handed you ale and you accept it.

“Sister.” Hvitserk also greeted you with ale in the air. You did the same.

.

The wedding night went by with no trouble. Men being men were ego boosting one another as they entertain each other with stories and jokes. Your tired eyes roam the hall as everything apparently became duller than before as sleep was dawning upon you. Ivar was being very loud next to you, so is Hvitserk.

With a wave, a thrall took your mead from your outstretched hand. Ivar took a hold of your hand and you tense up. Your attention went to him as there was no vision and your body relax for a moment.

“We should go,” Ivar told you before announcing his departure with such an authoritative voice. The hall cheers loudly for him. They all split a path for the King and newly crowned Queen, and Ivar holds you by the hand. Your eyes went to parents for a split second. You know what is bound to happen. Your father nodded his head slightly at you.

You and Ivar were being escorted by a few warriors to the bedchambers. His hold seems to tighten around your hand.

One of them opens the door to the newly wedded couple. Ivar didn't waste time as he ordered no one was to disturb you and him. They all nodded at him before leaving.

“Wife,” he once again called you by the new title of yours before you make small steps towards him. Stopping in front of him, he tugs on your hand. Nervousness course through your body and mind as you stumble into his lap. Ivar took off the flower crown on your head and set it aside.

His rough hands make their ways to your hips and face. The firelight from the fireplace flickers in his eyes as something in his eyes seems to burn something you were uncostumed too. It was rather a deep look in those blue orbs of his. He brought your face closer to his. Uncertainty filled you now but it then faded, as you brought your lips to his before sliding your hands around his neck and jaws.

“Relax,” Ivar cooed against at those soft lips of yours. The strings that were holding your dress together loosen. They fell loosely over your shoulders before sliding down your body. You hesitated but continued. This is the first time that you feel like this.

With slow hands, you took your time with Ivar's clothes.

(A/n: I won't write any smut, because I'm not ready to be flagged.)

Tonight Ivar claim what was his.

#ivar imagine #ivar ragnarsson #vikings ivar #ivar x reader #ivar's heathen army #ivar lothbrok #ivar the boneless #vikings fandom #vikings fanfic #ivar fanfic #vikings #jesus im finally done oml

[bisexualstokes-archive]

A Walk in the Woods (1/2)

Chapter (1/2): The Show-Off in the Spotlight Rating: Teen+  Summary: Nick goes off the beaten path during the Annual Stokes Hunting Trip, and pays the price for it, going from hunter to prey as he falls into a trap that opens old wounds, which he discusses with his son, Parker.  Chapter Notes: Since this is about hunting, there is of course, some descriptions of it, but not in the usual level of detail that I tend to write, in terms of the uh, animal violence that comes with it. A bit short, but it's just the beginning. 

@letswaitforme​, @deltajackdalton​ this is probably up your alley ;)

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It was his first time traveling outside of Texas. His first excursion on the annual tradition of the Stokes men, a hunting trip in Colorado. “Where a boy becomes a man,” as his eldest brother, Todd put it to him. Todd was there to snap a picture of a young, eager Nick Stokes, age 12, when his father told him the great news. 

Nick hadn’t been able to sleep, he was too excited, one of his other brothers, Stevie equated the experience of going to Disney World—another trip the Stokes family would embark on later that same year. A year of travel, of exploration.

He was happy to finally be allowed to come on this trip, considering ever since three years ago, bad things happened while his father and brothers were on the trip. Last year, all of the women in the house were just...insufferable, to say the least, all coming down with the same illness, screaming at Nick one minute, then fawning over him the next. Year before that, Nick broke his leg, he was goofing around with his friends a little too much. 

The year before that...well, he doesn’t like to think too much about the night he spent in his darkened room, covering his body with a blanket, waiting for his mother to come home. 

His brothers always seemed a little happier after the trip, rejuvenated, the weight of the world off their shoulders. 

“Besides the hunting and hiking we just...talk. Hell, Dad doesn’t even care if we talk bad about the family, or him. Says it’s stress relief, whatever happens in the woods, stays in the woods,” Todd told him as he filled Nick in on what to expect. 

“I thought that was Vegas?” Nick asked. He always wanted to go to Vegas.

He had wondered if maybe this trip would be an opportunity to share what happened with his father. No way that...monster could know what he says in the middle of the woods somewhere in Colorado...right?

There was something about the deep, dark woods that made him believe maybe it wasn’t outside of the realm of possibility. He had never been in a forest like this one, never seen mountains that loomed far above him. He looked down over the edge of a cliff, licked his lips nervously. Long way down.

“Aw, is little Nicky scared?” his brother Steve teased in a mock-baby talking voice as they trudged through the woods to find their campsite. 

“No, Stevie!” Nick blurted out. “I’m not scared!” 

His fingers balled up into a fist, he was going to show Steve how not-scared he was. 

“Boys…” a warning tone, from Cisco. He shot his two youngest sons a warning glance. “Keep it up, you’re sleeping with the wolves tonight.”

He had said it sternly, seriously, but gave Nick a wink, which eased his anxiety a little. An empty threat, meant as a joke, but Nick would be lying if he said he tread carefully for the rest of the night, avoiding any more disputes with his brother. 

“He’s just jealous, he got all the attention last year,” Todd whispered to Nick. “Since it was his first time last year. Little Stevie loves the spotlight.”

“Yeah, he does,” Nick giggled. Stevie Stokes, the show-off in the spotlight. The alliteration made him burst into a fit of laughter. 

“What’s so funny?” Steve asked as Todd caught on to Nick’s contagious laughter. 

“Nothing...This is just...so awesome!” Nick exclaimed. His initial fear was gone, the once intimidating height of the trees turned to a challenge--he hoped he’d be able to climb them, despite the echoed warnings from his mother inside his head telling him not to. The looming shadows were exposed, wildlife hopping and running out of the darkness, he had never been this close to this many animals before. 

But it was the sounds of birds that really put his mind at ease, he looked up and saw birds he had only seen pictures of before. He stopped and just stared up at the sky for a few moments, allowed himself to be lost in the winding tornado of birds in the trees above.  

“Pancho, you coming?” his father called out to him. 

Nick didn’t respond right away, trapped in a weird sensation of disconnection from his body. An oddly elevating feeling, he felt like he was floating upwards, wings spread out beside him. He couldn’t even remember why they were out there, didn’t even care. He had never been so happy in his life, not that he could remember.

“Nicholas Parker!” his father shouted, and Nick fell back to the earth, the smile wiped off of his face, and he was worried again, his father only used his middle name when he was in trouble…

He nodded for Todd to go ahead with the rest of the boys, put a hand on Nick’s shoulder, reached behind a hand to his backpack. Nick’s eyes widened in concern, but his father revealed a pair of binoculars that he placed into his son’s hands.

“I was gonna wait until we started the hunt, but, what the hell. This might make it a bit easier to see.”

A smile spread from Nick’s face to his dad’s, if Nick didn’t know any better, it was like a Christmas morning, or his birthday. 

“Thanks, Cisco!” 

“Come on, let’s go catch up to your brothers. Uncle Mike is waiting for us to set up camp.”

The next morning, after Nick was given the talk on gun safety, he was given a shotgun. It felt heavy in his hands, but it made him feel powerful at the same time. A force to be reckoned with. A force that he was shown, first hand, as his Uncle Mike shot down a bird flying overhead with very little effort. Nick was shocked at first, though he had seen dead animals before, he never quite saw how they died. 

"It’s not a toy,” was the last thing his father told him, words that stuck with him long beyond the hunting trip, before they broke off into groups. Given that it was Nick’s first time, he stuck with his father and Steve, who was still in “training,” according to an eavesdrop of hushed whispers between his father and his uncle. 

Nick was a natural tracker, pointed out the small details that apparently flew over his father and brother’s heads. His father encouraged him to lead the way, an honor bestowed on only the most experienced Stokes men, from what Todd had told him. Pride filled Nick’s chest as he silently moved through the forest, focused on the task of tracking down a deer--considered to be the “training targets,” while his older brothers were tasked with tracking down an elk. 

“I see it!” Nick whispered behind him. “Shh--it’s right up there!” 

“Good job, Pancho!” Cisco exclaimed. “Now, take aim…”

He raised the gun, lined up the barrel with the deer that was too busy eating to sense the danger just a few feet away. Young Nick Stokes, with everything to prove to his brothers, to his fathers, to himself, was about to show that he was not scared. He was a man. 

“Steady, steady...put your finger on the trigger...and...pull.”

He had his finger on the trigger, but something stopped him from pulling it. Something made his entire body freeze, his heart felt light, fluttery, water was starting to cloud his eyes. If he pulled that trigger, the deer would fall. Fall like the bird did from the sky. All sense of life gone, motionless, its insides spilling out onto the earth. 

“What’s taking so long? Pull the trigger!” Steve whispered impatiently. It was annoying, Nick knew he just wanted his turn. 

“It’s okay, son, just squeeze your finger…” 

But Nick’s finger began to shake instead of squeeze, and he lowered the gun, shaking his head. 

“I can’t,” he whispered to his father in a strangled voice. 

“Figures,” Steve scoffed, and raised his gun, pulled the trigger. Cheers and whoops from the distance, intended for Nick, but as he always did, Stevie Stokes stole the spotlight. 

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He didn’t want to go, not really. It was hyped up by all of his uncles, all of his cousins, but nothing about the “Annual Stokes Hunting Trip” appealed to him in the slightest. He didn’t particularly mind being outdoors, but couldn’t imagine being outside for an entire week, let alone a few hours, surrounded by men who cared about nothing but hunting down innocent animals, ending lives, drinking beer and “bonding.”

“I wanna gooooooo,” Madison whined, tugging at Nick’s shirt. 

“I toldja, sweetheart, it’s for boy’s only,” Nick replied, brushing her hair with his hand. “Don’t you want to go shopping with Aunt Catherine and Aunt Sara?”

“Yeah, but...Why can’t we all go together? You always talk about seeing all of the amimals!” 

“Animals,” Parker corrected his sister. Her childish mispronunciation always irked him. “Besides, we’re just gonna kill them, anyway, Uncle Stevie said so.”

“That’s not true, Park, we’ve been over this, buddy,” Nick started in a stern tone. Parker’s nostrils flared, lips twisted into a daring smile. Maybe if he got just a little more under his father’s skin, he wouldn’t have to go on this stupid trip. “I tend to stray off the beaten path on these trips…”

A knock at the door, and just when Parker thought things couldn’t get worse, he showed up. Madison seemed to forget about begging and ran to the door with a loud, eager gasp. 

“ELI!” she screamed, thrusting the door open and hugging Eli Brown, as he dropped his bags. 

“My, my, little Miss Madison! You grow an inch taller every time I see you,” Eli remarked, twirling the little girl in a hug. “You might even grow taller than Uncle Nick.”

“At this rate, it’s gonna be you who’s taller than me, Eli. You’re gettin’ to be as tall as your Dad was,” Nick chuckled, shaking Eli’s free hand. “Safe drive?”

“Of course, yeah, yeah. Mom says hello, and thanks, for getting me out of her hair for the week.”

“Causing trouble for your Mom again? Eli!” Nick scoffed in mock disappointment. 

Parker rolled his eyes. His dad always fawned all over Eli. An entire week of hearing Nick talk about how great Eli is, how much he reminds him of his dad, how he’s so proud of the man he’s becoming…

“Speaking of troublemakers, where is he?” Eli asked, he bent over the couch, loomed above Parker’s head, as Parker continued to focus on his GameBoy. “Yo, earth to Park.”

He didn’t have an older brother, but if it was anything like this, he didn’t want one anyway.

“Hi, Eli,” Parker responded in an uninterested monotone. 

“Alright, you ready boys? Sam! Where are ya, c’mon, boy!” Nick whistled. The grey-haired German Shepherd trotted into the room, nuzzled his hand under Madison’s head.

“I’m gonna miss you,” Madison cooed to him, rubbing his head. 

“I told you sweetie, it’s just for a week--”

“I was talking to Sam, I’m mad at you, Daddy!” Madison pouted, crossing her arms.

Nick just laughed, calling his daughter’s bluff. 

“Okay, I love you, too, baby. Have fun with Cath and Sara,” Nick told her, waving Parker and Eli out the door in front of him. He snapped his fingers and Sam broke away from Madison, positioned himself at Nick’s side.

Madison purposefully didn’t look at her father, her eyes closed and lips pursed, but peeked an eye open as Nick began to walk out the door.

“Be careful!” she blurted out, her bottom lip quivering. 

“Careful is my middle name, Maddy. Besides, with Eli, Park and Sam along for the ride, what could possibly go wrong?”

#csi cbs #nick stokes #csi fan fiction #csi fic #ficverse: parker and madison #my fic #*rubs hands* now we dive into the really good stuff #i've been sitting on this idea for a while now--ever since i wrote the fic with madison and nick #heck maybe even since ten across?? #i have so many fics i wanna write lmao #fic: a walk in the woods

[angelfiume]

Mouth Like A Sailor Part 1

Hey so I have no idea how to publish a fanfic on tumblr besides just putting it up like this so hopefully this goes well.  I was posting on qoutev but it kept crashing my computer so tumblr it is.

Marlena Curtis May 1965 5 months before    "I hope all of you will take this summer to exercise your minds... You wouldn't want to go into your senior year with a head full of nothing, would you?"  Mr. Mays shouted at the class, he wasn't angry, just obnoxiously loud.  I looked across the room at my brother's best friend, Steve, hoping to have someone to smile with or pass a note too, but he obviously was not interested and instead was tracing the hand of a short girl with bobbed hair.  She was giggling as he made ugly monster claws out of her manicured fingers, it was kind of sweet honestly.  I sighed and leaned back in my chair, looking around the room for anyone else that might be alright with me.  Mr. Mays voice quieted as he saw no one really cared about his speech on polishing the young mind, he resulted to letting us free for the rest of the period.  I rested my head on my arms and decided to spend the class just sleeping instead of awkwardly trying to make conversation with the dry, ginger soc next to me.  She seemed like she wasn't very interested anyways.    The bell rung two minutes in to my daydream, which couldn't have made me happier, I jumped out of my seat and yanked my bag with me out the door.  Finally I could just do jack-shit and paint my nails instead of listening to the same monotone creeps lecture for hours and hours.  I nearly ran down the hallway towards my friends, Sophie and Jean, they were talking fast and smiled big when they saw me running down to see them.    "MARLI, tell your brother you're gonna be at my house tonight baking cookies or some sweet shit, Gene Vincent is gonna be at Sophie's cousin's bar tonight in Oklahoma City!  Her cousin said we can all get in no sweat."  Jean said, she was so excited her heavy eyeliner was creasing from smiling so wide.       

  "Holy shit, Sophie did your cousin really say we can go?  How much money?" I asked with a small twinge in my stomach, the past few months have been pretty tough on my wallet, I really wanted all my money to go into my younger brother's secret college fund.   

 "None baby!  That's a perk of having friends with connections, just pitch in two bucks or so for gas, my daddy is letting me take the Malibu, ain't that exciting?" Sophie cooed, she had this soft voice that could have sounded polite even if she was telling you where it seemed your head was stuck.  She was   rich too, man her family did well.  But she was still my friend, because she didn't care if I lived in a hollowed out coat closet my brother set up for me, she didn't believe in the social class war going on.    

  "I'm in man!  I'll tell Darry I'm going to have a sleepover with ya'll, he won't ask questions, he's too wrapped around the axel with Soda right now."  I grinned at them and listened quietly to the rest of their chatter.  They could get awful excited about something real fast, it was damn cute.     

 We walked out to Jean's boyfriends car, he was a doll, always chauffeuring her and her friends around Tulsa.  Speaking of the devil, Tommy came sprinting down the concrete steps and bear-hugged tiny Jean, making her scream and laugh.  

    "Hello sweetheart, ready to be done with the bullshit for a whole 2 months?" he was another one of those guys that seems to really just shout instead of talk, he nodded to Sophie and I and smiled nicely, "ya'll hangin' or goin' home?" 

   "I can stay a little, we're supposed to be in the City by 9 and we gotta leave at 7 or so.." Sophie chirped    

   "Just straight home for me, thanks, I gotta make an appearance so Darry doesn't get suspicious"  I knew full well that he would expect the worst if I never showed up at home.    I jumped down from Tommy's pick- up and yelled to Jean I would be at her house at 630.  I smoothed out my black corduroy skirt and re-tucked the ratty pink shirt I had owned since 9th grade.  My sneakers crunched down the gravel covering the alley behind my house as I walked towards the backward, where I heard my brother and their friends.  Not even the whole gang was there, but it was still loud as hell.     

          "Hey Marls how was the last day of school?  I  miss anything important?" laughed Two-bit, the rusty haired boy lay lazily on our back steps.      

           "Ha, it was fine, you didn't miss anything important.  Just that Mark guy offered me a whole year supply of marijuana if I would flash the principal at the assembly this morning"  I told him as I took a carton out of my bra and lit a smoke, I giggled a little when I saw him cock an eyebrow.  The nimrod probably thought I went through with it.     

           "So ya did it right?"  Demanded a bored looking Dallas Winston.  He sat next to my twin Soda, who was laughing quietly to himself, he probably knew I was too much of a wimp to leave school one some crazy note like that.   

           "Nah," I took a long drag, "I could get that shit for free by just winking at some of the squares in this town... But anyways, where did Darry go?  He working late or something?"   

           "No, he should be home in ten minutes or so, you gonna bail soon?" Soda asked   

            "Around 6ish I'm going over to Jean's, Sophie and I are gonna spend the night with her."  I told him without much worry, I was used to making up white lies at this point, Soda would likely not even care that I was going into the big city tonight, maybe he'd even think it was tuff I was sneaking off to a high class bar with my socy friends.   

             "Ain't Jean that middle-class broad with the giant jugs?" Dally half-joked, it was almost a long running gag that we had, since he couldn't make a move on me, being three of the gangs' sister, he has always tried his best to get at my friends.    I just rolled my eyes and took another drag of my cigarette, lettings the boys' conversation go this way and that and just listen.  That's kinda been my go-to lately, when my mom and dad died three months ago I lost a lot of my talkative edge.  Shit it's been three months already... I pushed my body lightly off of the side of the house and dragged myself inside.  My room really was just a scraped out coat closet.  I ain't gonna complain too bad about it though, Darry really did make it alright and it wasn't even too small of a closet to begin with.  Hell, if we were able to fit my little mattress and even my record player I bought when I was 11, it can't have been that bad.  My stomach was beginning to feel a little green, I had been smoking like a chimney since I got home, and my room ain't too breezy so that tobacco stench really liked to hang around.   

           "Marlena?" I heard my oldest brother knocking at my door, he opened it and immediately looked a little peeved, "Oh lordy!  Did ya just set a whole carton of marbolos on fire?  It's a goddamn wildfire in here, you keep smoking like this and I'm gonna have to start checking what you buy at the store now, ya dig?"    

           "Yeah, I know.  Hey Darry?"  I said, without the slightest intention of cutting down on my habit, "I'm gonna go to Jean's tonight, Sophie will be there too, that cool?"    "That's fine" he said walking back to the kitchen.  I followed him out and just followed suit, he got a glass of water, I got one too.  We didn't even talk the whole time,  he's kinda been quiet lately too.  When our parents died in that accident everyone took on a different kind of burden, but sometimes I think Darry feels like he took the whole load, and maybe that's why he's so damn stressed. Coming home from the funeral with my brothers felt like I had just taken a few strangers from the graveyard and said "you'll do."  Darry used to be that real fun, hilarious older brother.  We used to go out all the time and just talk about everything.  We would talk about how mom was a little too harsh sometimes on people and that it was pretty funny that dad would just push her buttons when she would get annoyed by the little things.  My youngest brother, Ponyboy, well he just downright terrifies me the way their deaths changed him.  He didn't use to be so dreamy all the time, he always had a big imagination, but this time it's different, he tried to follow mom and dad's souls up to heaven and got stuck somewhere between space and the East Side.  Sodapop though, he seemed to take it the healthiest, he wasn't shy about bawling and howling like an idiot at the funeral.  He had to express how he felt, so he did.  But one thing that did change was the side of him people usually forgot about started to rear its ugly head just a little more every once in a while.  Soda is charming and nice, but he's also reckless and clumsy and he won't look before he just starts running.  I'm not trying to  but my brothers in  a bad light though, I certainly haven't been perfect since the accident either.

             Jean's dad was in the army, and her mom was a nurse, so they got along pretty okay.  She wasn't by any means rich, but she surely never had a shortage of cash by the end of the month.  Her house was just a quick bus ride from my neighborhood, it was two stories, well kept, and all the bathrooms were pink.  I knocked on the door and not even a second later it was the bermuda triangle of "can you answer that?" between her and her parents.  It was her mom who came to the door, she was a real neat lady.  Joan's mom was actually real tough, she had a hard life as a kid and she don't have the easiest job in the world.

    "Hello Marls!  Don't you look like a doll tonight?"  She smiled up at me, I am pretty tall for a girl and I usually tower over most ladies I meet. 

   "Thank-you Mrs. Massey, it's just my school clothes, but I figured it would be alright for tonight, ha," I tried my best to sound like a nice girl, but she was just so damn down to earth I really don't think she'd judge me too harsh.  She let me in and walked me all the way to Jean's room, asking about my brothers and if Pony was proud of himself that he came in 2nd at his last track meet.  It was nice talking to a mom.

      Jean popped up from the floor when I walked in, "You ready to leave soon?  I just gotta find my lipstick and Sophie will be here soon, we're gonna get burgers at Dairy Queen on the way out of  town, my mom gave me food money if any of us need."  she spoke briskly and with a butt-load of excitement. 

   "Yeah I'm all set" I giggled quietly as she threw tubes of makeup to the floor trying to find her token lipstick. She got it and we tumbled down the stairs just as Sophie was pulling up to the house.

#the outsiders #Dallas Winston #curtis sister #Ponyboy Curtis #darrel #darrel curtis #Sodapop Curtis #two bit mathews #Steve Randle #cherry valance #S.E. Hinton #Johnny Cade

[hammyyytonimagines-blog]

masks

You turned the book to the page you were reading, what exactly was the book about? A young boy trapped in his nightmare, your parents, and sisters would have called you crazy for reading such a book, since it wasn't exactly the most normal book at the time, most of the books were made to inform, or for entertainment purposes, the other half of the books were romance novels. You couldn't read one of those without it leaving a bad taste in your mouth, they were all so cliché, and they seemed the same to you, all of them. At least the book you were reading was creative.

Your reading was interrupted by a knocking on your door, you turned to face it, mumbling a quick 'come in' before turning back to your book, the door opened only for you to see your older sister, Ria, she looked a bit more joyful then usual, Ria was always mad or annoyed at something, this confused you to the max, but you didn't question it since you didn't want to ruin her mood.

" what're you doing y/n? " she questioned, her eyes trailing down to the book in your lap, she rolled her eyes once she noticed what you were reading, you didn't even answer, and she was already annoyed, this is what you meant.

" reading a book, why? you never asked until now.. " you trailed off looking to the side, you had to choose your words carefully, you didn't want to make her mad, the slightest thing could tick her off, a drop of a pen could set her off like that.

As you spoke your question her joyful aura was back, she lit up at the question, " well,,, im in a good mood today! " she exclaimed, you tilted your head slightly at this. " why's that? did mom finally get rid of those white roses you hate? " you joked, though it was true that your sister hated them, she always thought they were too white, too plain, that's why she preferred red roses more, or any type of rose for that matter.

She rolled her her eyes playfully at your comment " sadly, no, but we did get an invite to the washington estate! there will be a ball in a week's time " she said almost dreamily, you raised your eyebrows in surprise, did you really get invited to one of the george washington's parties?

The washingtons was a popular figures in your small town, you could even say they was royalty, everyone knew who they were, and everyone often praised them, what made them so popular was the head of the family, George Washington, he was an older man, he was one of the dictators of the town, but that wasn't what made him popular, it was when he had overthrown the old corrupted mayor, Fredrick, ever since then George Washington has been titled "an american hero".

" you're joking- " you quickly responded standing up, your book still in your hands, you could've dropped it right there if it wasn't so special to you. Your sister shook her head 'no' in response, Before you could reply your other younger sister, Mariana quickly shot down the idea of going " let me guess, you two are talking about the invite? " she let out a sarcastic laugh " there's no way mama would let us go with all those murders happening in every corner! "

Ria quickly turned to look at her, glaring, this made Mariana's sudden confidence to wave, she laughed nervously as her older sister stared her down, " how do you know mama won't let us go? have you asked? " you said suspiciously, putting your book down in the chair you were previously sitting in, your younger sister shook her head in response, " no, butttt- i already know she'll say no! just got ask ".

Ria scoffed " i will!- " she walked off in the direction of the kitchen, purposely shoving your younger sister in the process, before you two could process everything you both followed her down to the kitchen.

" mama! mama! " Ria practically whined as she walked in the kitchen, you and your younger sister weren't too far behind her. You could hear your mother sigh as she stopped making what you assumed was dinner, shenturned ariund to face Ria, " what, ria? " she said trying not to sound annoyed, tho she completely failed, maybe it wasn't the right time to ask her.

" so,, we um, we got this invite from the washington estate, and- and- I was wondering if we could go? please? " your mother's eyebrows rose at the sound of the washington's name, her expression completely changed " the washington's invited us? " she said astounded by the news, Ria nodded quickly.

" of course you can go! think of all the opportunities! you four could find husbands! " your mom seemed more excited then the two of you did, " have you told serena? " Ria shook her head in response, Serena was your other older sister, she was younger then Ria, but still older then you. " I'll tell her " you replied to your mom verbally.

She gave you a slight nod before you left the scene, you were usually a quiet girl, you kept to yourself most of the time, and you didn't let your emotions show so much as you did now, but this event truly excited you, you were literally invited to one of the biggest hero's estate, how could you not be excited? Even if your family wasn't special, since the washingtons sent a letter to everyone in town, it still made you ecstatic.

You practically busted the door open, jostling your older sister, she looked at you slightly panicked, tho her tense body language gave itself out once she noticed it was you, " Serena! We got invited to the washington estate! There's going to be a ball, and everything- " just like everyone else, Serena seemed surprised at the news " when? " she questioned.

" it's this friday " you countered tempestuously, " mama will let us go, even with all this talk of murder at every corner? " she inquired, tilting her head slightly " yeah,,, she didn't really mention it, in fact she seemed really excited about it " your sister hummed in response.

You were about to say something, but your little sister interuppted you once again. " y/n! serena! we're shopping for new dresses tomorrow, and we're going to do it early, so mama said to get some sleep tonight, especially you y/n " you rolled your eyes, she wasn't wrong about you not getting sleep tho, endless nights were spent drawing, and reading, it's not like it was hard for you to sleep, you just got carried away in your activities.

" alright alright, well, i'm going into my room, don't bother me unless one of your are dying " you responded p!ayfully before walking out of your sister's room swiftly, you found yourself in your own room within a minute, and you were back to reading your book, every page you turned the pretty pale bkue sky turned into a messy masterpiece of purples, and oranges, you set down your book before walking over to your window, peering out of it.

This was your favorite time of the day, usually supper would be ready at this time, and the sky would always be vibrant colors that you could stare at for hours, your thoughts were interuppted by your mother calling out for you, and you sisters, you quickly turned, and rushed out the door, practically running down the stairs, you loved food, and since there were four of you, five if you counted your mother, you basically have to be the first there if you wanted something.

" what'd you make? " you called out to your mother, not even in the kitchen.

You stared at your drawing, head wresting on your palm, it was a woman, staring out her window, and into the sky longingly, this drawing wasn't revolutionary to your other ones, you've drawn similar things like this before. You looked at it for a few moments before deciding you would hang it up on your wall, with the other drawings you had.

You sat back down, once again resting your head in your palm, but this time you stared at your desk, you let out a long dramatic sigh, you would usually have something to do, yet for some strange reason you still didn't know about, you couldn't thing of anything. You didn't want to read, and you didn't want to draw, so what could you do? You weren't tired, surprisingly, even if you were, you wouldn't want to sleep so early, it was only 12:23 am.

You let out a dramatic groan before deciding that you would in fact go to sleep, you did have to go shopping early anyway, you walked over to your closet, pulling out the most comfortable thing you could find, pants. Women didn't wear pants at this day and age, it was seen as whore-ish, and strange, only the men could wear pants. You obviously completely disagreed with the idea of women not wearing pants, if men could do it, why can't women? They were just a piece of fabric!

You slipped them on, along with a man's dress shirt, the clothing was way too big for you, but you didn't exactly mind, you liked the way baggy clothes felt, at least they weren't literally squeezing the air out of you, like most women's dresses.

You dove into your covers, burrying your head in one of them, you purred, hugging yourself.

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[cali-holland]

Big Brother- Tom Holland One Shot

Pairing: Tom Holland X Osterfield!Reader

Prompt: Your brother, Harrison, is not happy that you crash a boys night.

Word Count: 3200

Masterlist   Tom Holland Masterlist

*Gif is not mine*

~~~

“Y/N, I’m taking over the TV. Move.” Your twin brother, Harrison, said, walking into the living room.

“Um, no. I’m watching Sherlock.” You replied, not shifting in the slightest.

“Mum said I get it tonight.”

“No she did not.”

“Mum!” Harrison called out to her in a whine.

“Y/N, he gets it tonight.” She said from her bedroom.

“Fine.” You huffed, sitting up and turning off your show.

“Thank you.” Your twin smiled at you innocently.

“Why do you get it tonight?”

“I’m having a half Harry Potter marathon tonight with some friends.” He replied, pulling the collection of movies out from your cabinet of films. You perked up at his response.

“Would Tom be included in those friends?” You asked.

“Yes, but you’re not allowed to hang out with us.”

“Oh, that is so not fair. You crash all of my parties.”

“Little sisters get banished to their rooms. Older brothers get to hang.”

“You’re older than me by two minutes!” You exclaimed.

“Still older.” Harrison replied.

“I’m going to crash and you’re going to deal with it. If you’re older, then you should be mature enough to let me hang out.” You said, crossing your arms sassily.

“You can stay for one movie.” He gave in and you did a little victory dance. You stopped when he spoke up again, pointing his finger strictly at you, “No hitting on Tom.”

“Not making any promises.” You winked at him with a smirk.

“Ew, sis, he’s my best friend.”

“So? It’s your fault you have such an attractive friend.” You replied and Harrison scrunched up his nose in disgust.

“That’s it. I take it back- you’re staying in your room all night.” He said.

“Nope. No take backs.” You smiled running out of the room. Once you reached your room, you called back to him, “I’d help you tidy up the house, Haz, but I have to make myself look cute for Tom.”

“Disgusting!” He shouted back at you. You laughed as you closed your door to change.

~~~

You arrived back in the living room and claimed your own bowl of popcorn before any of Harrison’s friends arrived. You were sitting at your spot on the loveseat- that you had commandeered for yourself- when you heard the first guest arrive.

“Tom, glad you could make it.” Harrison greeted his friend and you smiled to yourself. He was here and you looked great.

“I wouldn’t miss it.” Tom laughed, walking further into the house.

“Hey, Tom.” You smiled and he turned to see you.

“Oh, hey, Y/N.” His smile grew brighter, “I had no clue you were here.”

“Well, I do live here.” You said.

“Right.” Tom laughed to himself. Behind Tom, you could see Harrison glaring at you. The doorbell rang and your brother made no move to answer it- he was too focused on trying to make you not flirt with Tom.

“Harrison, aren’t you going to get the door?” You asked innocently.

“I’ll be back.” He said in a low voice. You turned your attention back to Tom and laughed.

“He’s ridiculous sometimes.”

“Yeah, he is.” Tom replied with a nod.

As more guests arrived, Tom chatted to them; after all, they were his friends too. One of Harrison’s friends came over to and struck up a conversation. You had to refrain yourself from laughing as you could see Tom from over the guy’s shoulder staring at you two. He got pulled away into another conversation, but he looked almost antsy. You questioned if it was some sort of jealousy.

“Hey, Dylan, can I talk to you for a moment?” Harrison asked his friend who was talking to you.

“Haz, we were in the middle of a conversation.” You stated.

“Well, it can go on hold for a few minutes.” Your twin replied. As he dragged his one friend away, he announced to the group, “You all can sit down. I’ll start the movie once I finish this.” And with that, he left the room.

“Hey, Y/N.” Tom said, making his way over to you.

“Hey, what’s up?” You asked.

“I was wondering if I could sit with you.” He replied, gesturing to the seat that was currently occupied by your feet and legs.

“Oh, of course. My bad, I was comfortable.” You moved your legs so he could sit beside you.

“If you were comfortable like that, you could just put your feet in my lap. I don’t mind.” Tom stated, almost nervously as he looked past you to the door, where Harrison would be emerging from any moment. Smiling, you put your legs back to their original position; just, this time, on Tom.

“Thank you. You’ve always been more considerate than my brother.” You replied with a laugh.

“So I’ve been told many times.” He chuckled.

“Okay, everybody-” Harrison paused upon his reentry seeing your current position with Tom. He looked at you with frustration and you just smiled sweetly at him. What you couldn’t see was Tom behind you mouthing ‘I’m sorry’ to Harrison. Your brother turned himself away from you, “So Philosopher’s Stone time. Let’s go.” Everyone cheered as he started the movie. You watched as Harrison sat in the beanbag chair across the room from you and Tom, but, instead of watching the movie, he kept his focus on you two.

Halfway through the first movie, Tom leaned over to you. He whispered, “Are you cold? Your feet are freezing.”

“They always are.” You replied with a quiet laugh. Tom reached over and grabbed a blanket that was folded on the side table. He spread it over your legs and, consequently, his lap. Your eyes drifted over to Harrison and he was still watching you two intently. Upon making eye contact with you, he slowly shook his head at you in a warning way. You shrugged your shoulders casually and went back to the movie.

“You want some popcorn?” You asked Tom with your voice barely above a whisper, holding your bowl of popcorn out to him.

“Sure.” He smiled at you as he took some. You positioned the popcorn bowl in between the two of you and you quite enjoyed how sometimes your hands would brush if you both reached for the snack at the same time.

At the end of the first film, Harrison got up to switch discs to the second one. He looked over at you and Tom as you two were in the middle of a whisper conversation with both of you giggling and smiling to no end.

“Y/N and I are going to make root beer floats for everyone.” Harrison said and you immediately looked over at your brother, who had a stupid smirk plastered on his face.

“Excuse me, Tom. I guess I’m needed.” You stated, moving the blanket and walking into the kitchen with Harrison following.

“Are you crazy, Haz?” You asked him in a hushed tone. The movie had started and was on full blast volume wise, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t still hear you.

“No. What makes you think that?” He questioned as he casually got out the ice cream.

“The literal daggers you’re throwing at Tom in there. He asked to sit by me and that was it.” You replied, opening the cans of root beer.

“But you didn’t have to flirtatiously have your legs in his lap.”

“That, again, was him. He was being a gentleman and making sure I was comfy.”

“You can be comfy without touching him.”

“This really pisses you off, doesn’t it?” You asked with a smirk.

“What gave it away? He’s my best friend, Y/N.” Harrison said.

“Oh please, Haz. He’s not going to do anything about it and, besides, he doesn’t like me. You suck at keeping secrets from me, so I know he hasn’t told you that.” You replied as if it was an obvious statement. Because you had turned your back to Harrison to make the floats, you didn’t see him raise his eyebrows at you and suppress a laugh. It was so painfully obvious to Harrison that his best friend truly liked you, but his own worries kept him from letting you and Tom get together.

“Hey,” Tom said as he wandered into the kitchen.

“Oh, hi, Tom.” You replied with a smile and Harrison rolled his eyes. This action went unnoticed by Tom because he was too busy focusing on you.

“Need any help?” He asked.

“You can pour the root beer. That was Haz’s job.” You stated, poking the bear.

“Tom, you’re a guest. Go sit and enjoy the movie.” Harrison said as his friend began to pour the root beer.

“Nah, it’s fine. I never liked the second one, anyway.” Tom shrugged.

“You never liked the second one?” You questioned.

“It was just boring and the whole Ginny and Harry relationship seemed a bit forced in the movie.”

“Yeah, I guess.” You replied, dropping the subject. Harrison watched you two, laughing as Tom made a joke about the root beer. He kept his eyes fixed on you two as you finished the floats. You went around and handed everyone a cup. You and Tom settled into your original places with your root beer floats in hand. Before you could position your legs on his lap, Harrison came over to you two. Wordlessly, he sat down in between the two of you on the couch made for two people.

“Harrison,” Both you and Tom groaned quietly.

“I can’t see over there.” Harrison said, as he moved your legs off the couch. Settling into the couch, he mumbled, “Cozy.”

“Sure.” You nodded in annoyance of your brother.

Later in the movie, Tom let out a little yawn and put his arm closest to you on the back of the couch. He smiled to himself as he played with your hair, making you blush and contain your giggles. Harrison shot Tom a warning look and he quickly dropped his arm, looking slightly ashamed.

Harrison ended up staying in that very spot until the beginning of the third, when your mother called for him in the other room. You let out a small yawn and shifted closer to Tom.

“Tired?” He asked and you nodded, placing your head on his shoulder. “Well, we’ve got two more movies to go.”

“I know, but I could still just fall asleep right now.” You replied.

“Lay down. That way you don’t have a kink in your neck if you fall asleep like this.”

“I’ll only lay down if you will.” You stated and he let out a small chuckle.

“Sure.” He replied. The two of you shifted so that you were spooning while still facing the TV with you as the little spoon. Tom had his arms loosely wrapped around your waist, respecting your boundaries. Harrison walked back in the room and you heard him quietly say “what the hell”, which was probably heard by everyone in the room. He went back to his beanbag chair and studied your new position with Tom. A smiled formed on your lips as you drifted off to sleep.

You woke up at the end of the third movie when Tom adjusted his position.

“Sorry, darling, I didn’t mean to wake you.” He whispered.

“It’s fine.” You answered, “Did your arm fall asleep?”

“Yeah, but it just now hit the point where it actually hurts.” He laughed.

“Y/N,” Harrison called you to the other room after he put in the fourth movie. You reluctantly got up from your very comfortable position to speak with your brother in the hallway.

“Go to your room. Get out of my party.” Harrison said flatly.

“Excuse me?” You asked.

“Look, I let you stay for more than one movie. I let the leg thing slide. I let the blanket thing slide. I even let the root beer slide. But that! I have to draw the line at that. I don’t appreciate my sister spooning with my best friend in front of me. And I’m sure my other guests don’t think it’s appropriate.” He stated. “It makes you look like a- like a-” You gaped at him as he tried to finish his sentence.

“Like a what, Harrison?” You exclaimed in a high enough volume that you were sure the others could all hear it.

“Like a- a- a slut! It makes you look like a slut, Y/N! Doing all that with my best friend makes you look like a slut!” Harrison replied in an equally raised voice.

“Thanks, Harrison. It’s nice to know my own brother thinks that of me.” You said as your eyes began to well up in tears.

“Y/N,” Harrison said calmly, trying to now comfort you.

“No, just leave me alone.” You rushed off to your room, where you could cry about Tom and your brother in peace.

When Harrison walked back in the room, all eyes fell on him. He refused to look at Tom and went straight to his beanbag chair, even repositioning it so he could only see the screen.

Tom was worried about Harrison and about you. Sure, he’s heard you two fight before, but he’s never heard either of you call each other such harsh names. And he’s never been the problem in those fights. He’s liked you for some time, probably ever since he first met you through Harrison. Tom knew how protective Harrison was over you and he knew that Harrison would never approve. He voiced his feelings about you to his friend once and that did not turn out well between the two boys, so it was never mentioned again. Tom felt it was safe to assume that you also had feelings for him, based on how both you and Harrison were acting all night. He knew he’d never get away with talking to you again tonight, especially not with Harrison in the room. Tom decided then that he would wait for when Harrison was distracted while people were leaving.

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire went by too slow for Tom’s liking, at the moment at least. At the end of it, Harrison still hadn’t looked at Tom and he went to bid everyone farewell as they left. Tom snuck upstairs to your room and knocked quietly on the door.

“Coming.” You said. You opened the door, expecting a member of you family. “Oh, Tom.”

“Hey, can I come in?” He asked in a whisper, “Haz doesn’t know I’m up here.”

“Sure.” You opened the door wider and he walked inside. You shut the door behind him and sat on your bed. You heard Haz’s words in your mind as you looked down at your pajamas, or rather shorts and a tank top, in shame. Tom felt guilt wash over him when he realized that your cheeks were tear-stained.

“I’m sorry for what Harrison said.” He spoke quietly. Tom slowly approached you, “If it makes you feel any better, I don’t think of you in that way.”

“Thanks.” You said with a dry laugh.

“I actually like you, quite a lot. I just knew Harrison wouldn’t want us to date, so I never told you.” Tom said, sitting beside you on your bed.

“Does he know?” You asked with raised eyebrows.

“Yes.” He replied and you let out a laugh. Worry crossed his face- were you laughing at him?

“He’s horrible at keeping secrets from me and yet he kept that one.” You stated.

“Oh well, yeah, it’s been kind of a secret for a long time.”

“Tom, forget about my brother. He’s just worried that through us dating we’ll forget about him, or, if we have a falling out, that there’s a lot of tension. That’s all just possibilities in the future. He shouldn’t be thinking about them.”

“What are you saying?” Tom asked hopefully.

“I’m saying that I like you too, dork.” You replied, with a smirk, “Now what are you going to do about it?”

“I’m going to kiss you.” He stated, leaning in.

“Then what are you waiting for?” You asked as his lips brushed against yours. He kissed you fully as he placed his hands on the side of your face. You both pulled away smiling.

“I quite liked that.” Tom said.

“Me too.” You laughed as he leaned in for another kiss. You broke apart when someone cleared their throat from the doorway. You and Tom both winced, knowing perfectly well that it was your brother who had caught you.

“Harrison, I can explain.” Tom said, turning to confront his best friend.

“Don’t.” He replied. “You guys are in love and I’ve just got to deal with it.”

“So you’ll let us date?” You asked, hopefully.

“So long as you’re not smooching in front of me. I never want to see that again.” He stated, in disgust.

“Thanks, man.” Tom replied with a small smile. He rested his hand on yours.

“Tom?” Harrison said.

“Yeah?” He answered.

“It’s two in the morning and you’re now officially my sister’s boyfriend, so get out of my house or I’ll go overprotective brother on you.”

“Right.” Tom nodded, “I’ll see you two later today.” He kissed you on the cheek, making you blush, before he headed out of the house. He may be Harrison’s best friend, but he wanted to stay on his good side.

~~~

You hurried off the plane with excitement rushing through you. You rushed past the crowd to get to the baggage claim. You smiled as you descended down the escalator. From your spot, you could see Tom and Harrison talking to each by a pillar. You impatiently waited for the escalator to reach the bottom. You hadn’t seen either of them in a month, but now you were visiting them on set of Chaos Walking. You watched as Tom used one hand to adjust the cap on his head and the other held a bouquet of flowers.

“I can’t believe you bought her flowers.” Harrison said to Tom.

“What’s wrong with them? Does she not like flowers? Are they too dull? Do they not smell good enough?” Tom questioned, sticking his nose to the flowers to sniff them.

“They’re fine, Tom. I just still can’t wrap it around my head that you’re dating my sister- my baby sister at that.”

“By two minutes.” Tom inputted teasingly. His smile dropped as Harrison frowned at him.

“I call dibs on first hug.” Harrison said, as he saw you start to come down from the escalator.

“Tom!” You smiled, running up to him. You hugged him tightly and gave him a kiss on the lips.

“Hey!” Harrison exclaimed.

“Haz, we’re dating.” You stated.

“My only rule was no kissing.” He said, “And I called first hug.”

“Oh, please.” You rolled your eyes and then gave him a hug, “Are you happy now?”

“Once I get that scarring image of the two of you eating each others’ faces off out of my brain, then I’ll be happy.”

“Y/N, these are for you.” Tom said, handing you the flowers as he ignored Harrison’s comment.

“They’re lovely, Tom. Thank you. I’d kiss you again, but we’ve got a child in our presence.” You replied, making both of you laugh.

“Hey, I am not a child.” Harrison objected, “I’m older than you, Y/N.”

“By two minutes.” You and Tom said simultaneously. You had both heard his excuse of 'I’m older’ than you too many times.

~~~

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[collecting-stories]

Light - Victor Frankenstein

Penny Dreadful imagine, please:YN id Vanessa younger sister and she’s gifted like her and is in love with Victor, but thinks he doesnt love her.he does, hes just shy and Vanessa helps him

Light - Victor Frankenstein

“Kind hearts are more than coronets, and simple faith than Norman blood.”

You looked up from the book you were reading to see Victor standing in the threshold of Sir Malcolm’s study. There was the hint of a smile on his face as he met your eyes. You smiled back and closed the book on your lap.  

“Lady Clara Vere de Vere.” You replied.

“I was going to go the route of more traditional quotes,” Victor admitted, stepping further into the room.

“But you wanted to impress me with your vast knowledge of Tennyson.” You joked.  

Victor straightened up a little, switching his kit from side to side. Your comment about him wanting to impress you had surprised him. Mostly because you were right, he was trying to impress you by quoting a lesser known Tennyson. But the playful look on your face suggested you were teasing him and he knew you could never feel the same way about him.

“Well don’t just stand there Victor, come sit with me. The fire feels wonderful and you’ve just been out in the cold.”  

“Yes of course thank you.” Victor nodded, coming to sit beside you on the sofa.  

It had only been a few months that you had been in London. Before that Newcastle and before that Romania. You had known the Murrays for many years, as a young girl you used to sit in on Sir Malcolm’s recounting of Africa to his friends. He always entertained your ideas of someday being a great world traveler yourself and allowed you entrance into the parlor room he held his talks in. You would sit among the grown men, listening to tales of wild beasts and different tribes. Despite being so young you never showed interest in the other children of the house.  

Despite having many similarities Vanessa, who was older than you by a few years, she was disinterested in keeping you with her. Whenever your parents brought you and Vanessa to the Murrays she would disappear with Mina and Peter while you wandered the house alone.  

When you were sixteen you left home for a convent in Romania. You had no intention of becoming a nun but you were troubled with the same voices that seemed to consume Vanessa. Neither of you spoke about your shared gifts until a year ago when she began writing to you in Newcastle. She urged you to come to London, weaving stories of ancient evils that she and Sir Malcolm could not fight on their own. She told you about Mina’s disappearance and talked about new friends. A Mr. Ethan Chandler and a Dr. Victor Frankenstein. 

It was the latter who most caught your attention. According to Vanessa, who you had grown immensely closer to, Victor returned the feelings that you had for him. But you were unsure if anyone of his prestige could truly feel the same way about you so you said nothing to him.  

Your friendship with Victor grew and often you would find yourself looking forward to moments shared alone, when you weren’t wrapped up in talk of monsters.  

“You look tired Victor, are you well?” You asked, noticing the deep circles under his eyes.  

“I’m alright, I’ve just been working late.” He replied.  

You reached your hand out and took his, placing it in your lap and stroking your thumb over the back of his hand. Victor smiled at the action, tired from his recent attempts at fulfilling his creature’s requests. He felt plagued day and night but the creature, afraid of finding him there every time a corner was turned. It was only in moments like this, when he was safe inside Sir Malcolm’s home and, ideally, sitting with you, that he felt any sort of peace.  

It was these moments that he craved. To him you were far removed from Vanessa. She was darker and more pessimistic. You shared only the same gifts and the same playfulness. To him you were lighter, a gentler and seemingly more innocent person. He knew that you weren’t actually innocent in anyway but you were like light to him.

“Sir Malcolm saw Mina last night,” you mentioned, “we were all awake most of the night.”  

“Where did he see her?” Victor asked, lifting his head off the back of the sofa to look at you.  

“Upstairs in his room, she appeared to him there. She was crying at first and then she tried to kill him. I think Mr. Chandler is planning some sort of trap.”  

In this house, just the same as when you were a child, Vanessa would often leave you out. She would discuss matters in whispers with Ethan and Sir Malcolm, as if you were still a child and not capable of knowing the evils they faced. In the same way, things often happened when Victor was gone from the house and they seemed unbothered by leaving out bits of information whenever he asked. You felt connected to him in that sense. Finally someone on the outside with you.  

“I’ll talk to Vanessa about it.” He took his hand from yours and stood, fixing his clothing.  

“Sit with me a little longer?” You asked. You wanted to reach out and take his hand but you refrained.  

“I’ll only be a moment.” Victor replied.  

He moved quickly from the study to the kitchen where he found Vanessa sitting at the island having a cup of tea. She looked up when he came into the room. “Doctor, how kind of you to join us this afternoon. Though I’m surprised to see you in the kitchen, surely the study was much more appealing.”  

“Vanessa.” Victor’s tone was a warning. He didn’t like talking about you to Vanessa, she was constantly teasing him.  

“I’m going to the theatre tonight, perhaps you and my sister could accompany me?” Vanessa asked, “she does love a good theatre show.”

“That’s quite alright.” Victor replied, making himself a cup of tea and getting an extra for you.

“Don’t wait forever.”  

He didn’t reply, instead taking the two cups and walking back to the study. You were still there though you had moved from the sofa to stand by Sir Malcolm’s maps, staring at the expanse of wall covered in maps of all the places he had traveled. Victor put the tea down on the table and came over to stand beside you.  

“I brought us tea.” Victor commented. He watched her as she ran a hand over the map of Africa, her fingers dancing across the pins that Sir Malcolm had marked his trips with. Victor felt hypnotized sometimes when he looked at her. He just found his eyes running over every part of her.  

“Thank you,” you turned to face him, catching the prolonged stare that Victor had been focusing on you and he blushed, quickly turning away. “Are you alright Victor?”

“Quite.” He nodded, “I’m fine honestly. Just a bit tired really, suppose you were right.”  

You reached out and touched his arm, running your hand up and down his bicep in comforting way. Victor closed his eyes momentarily at the touch relishing in the gentle heat coming from your body. He couldn’t stay like this forever, whether he wished to or not, so he finally detached himself.  

“Would you uh…” Victor took a deep breath. He could do this, he had to do this, “would you accompany me to dinner this week?”

“Hey you two, I’ve got something!” Ethan called, walking passed the study.  

The sudden intrusion made Victor jump slightly. He had been so focused on you that Ethan’s shout had startled him. When he turned back around you had stepped closer to him. You leaned up the slightest bit and placed a kiss on his cheek before pulling away.  

“I would love too.” You replied before heading out the study doors to see what Ethan had dug up.

It’s so warm where I am…I miss winter. 

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[ryntaia]

Title: Etwas Passierte Diese Woche

Fandom: Yu Gi Oh

Rating: M (Strong child abuse) 

Genre: Angst/Friendship

Pairing: Implied KaiJou/Puppyshipping/Violetshipping

Summary: Kaiba Seto, eleven years old, and learning German from Kaiba Gozuburo. He doesn’t have time to be distracted. Yet for one week, he is. 

Status: Complete

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Sunday – Sonntag

           This week, he was learning German.

            Last week it was English. The week before that it was Finnish. It’s all blurring together at this point for Kaiba Seto. In the back of his young mind he already knows that the mush these languages are blending into will infuriate Gozaburo. As if instinct his hand lifted to his neck to caress the marks around it; cuts and bruises from a tightened collar. He has passed out enough to know that his adoptive father is not joking when he pushes the riding crop under his chin and tightens the loop around his collar.

           His eyes blurred; it has only been a year with the megalomaniac but it felt like decades off his life. In the back of his mind he blearily tried to remember why he’s there; faintly he thought of wild black hair and lost dark eyes. A child weak and meek, to protect. Seto grimaced; his folly has put him right out of the frying pan and into the fire. It had taken all he had to distract Gozaburo from Mokuba and even after all of that effort, the man would barely let him see his brother.

           “Sie hat einen Vogal, sie hat niche alle Tassen im Schrank.” He processed his boorish pronunciation of the words in the book before him and shook his head. It wouldn’t do; his accent was still too thickly Japanese. Gozaburo had snapped the riding crop for far less than that. “Nul acht funfzehn…”

           A buzzing sound broke him out of his reverie.

           The young child cautiously strode to the door of the library to catch an entourage of guards rushing down the hall. Glancing back and forth down the hall, he slipped out of his room to creep quietly down the halls. The bodyguards were busy and Gozaburo was likely happily snoring in his sleep—Seto wrinkled his nose at the thought, bidding back a dark feeling that had been growing over the past few months to interrupt his adoptive father’s sleep with a knife in the neck. He never would do that, though.

           It wouldn’t be quite enough.

           Instead he carefully followed after the trope of guards. The back of Seto’s mind questioned his logic; he had work to do, even if it was only Sunday. He couldn’t slack or else there would be consequences to face. But there was that small piece inside him, that very obnoxious annoying child that stomped its feet and demanded to know what was going on. Usually easy to ignore but…well, it was late and he was a bit out of it. So after them he followed.

           Passing through the double doors that lead outside the house, he was greeted with a bit of a strange sight. The massive guards of the Kaiba manor….holding up a small child by the cuff of his shirt as the boy struggled vehemently and swore loudly. Seto wasn’t unused to the sight of the guards hurting children, per se—they would do it to him on Gozaburo’s command—but they rarely would push violence onto children outside of the manor or the KaibaCorp building. Too easy to stir up ugly press if anyone saw the employees harassing children.

           Then again, if the boy’s screaming expletives and obnoxious kicking was any sign, he wasn’t the type who encouraged people to want to be around him. He would’ve thought that any child with common sense would know not to yell and kick at six foot tall men with bulging muscles in suits, but apparently this one either lacked that sense or was arrogant enough to just not care. Judging by his behavior it was possibly a combination of the two.

           “What’s going on?” Seto’s voice was soft and quiet, yet commanding and icy. It sparked some sense of pride in him that it brought pause to all of the men in front of him, cautiously looking backwards at the young heir to the company. After they didn’t answer his question, he pressed on, his tone more demanding. “Did you not hear me? What’s going on here?”

           “Y-young master,” The largest man stumbled over his words, trying to find what to say. The boy dangling from his grip shot him an annoyed look; Seto could see the small hands curling into fists. “We saw this child on the surveillance camera. He was trespassing in the manor’s gardens.”

           “So instead of simply tossing him out, you’re sitting here picking fights with eleven year olds?” Seto said, making the annoyance in his voice as clear as possible. The bodyguards exchanged looks. They were all under the control of Gozaburo yet something about the youthful Kaiba ward made a lot of the housing staff nervous. He liked it better that way, the lot of fools they were. The less they liked him the less likely it was that they would bother him.

           “We thought that, uh, he might be…trouble,” The guard said lamely.

           “You thought that a grade schooler would be trouble.”

           “I, well, it’s possible?”

           “Put him down, you idiot.”

           “Y-yes, young master.”

           The minute the other boy hit the ground, he turned on the heel of his foot and spat at the foot of the bodyguard. Seto’s eyes widened a fraction; did this child have no sense of self-preservation? Apparently not, as he immediately launched forward to kick the massive man in the knee right afterwards. A howl of pain filled the quiet night and a vein of frustration pulsed at Kaiba Seto’s forehead as the odd boy turned to run off through the gardens and towards the gates.

           Before he did, though, he hazarded a glance at the brunette.  

Monday – Montag

           Hazel. Yes, they were hazel eyes. The color had evaded Seto in the moment that the other boy had glanced at him. He tapped the tip of his mechanical pencil against the paper absentmindedly. It had been a long time since he had felt this unfocused, and his stomach turned at the idea of being caught acting so nonchalant, but his own mind had fixated on the odd happenings of the previous night. The cowardly, idiotic guards and the mysterious boy who seemed to be fueled by pure aggression.

           In retrospect it was more than the aggression. The boy they had caught was, for lack of a better word, a bit unusual. He stood out. Seto hadn’t focused on it the actual evening prior but when he mused on the events, the pieces started to click together. Hazel eyes, those weren’t uncommon, although they leaned more towards that odd shade that looked like the honey that Gozaburo’s maids put in his tea. But the Kaiba family lived in Japan. One could find plenty of hazel-eyed children in Japan, but one could rarely see a blonde child running around haphazardly.

           And so aggressive. American, perhaps.

           But he realized that couldn’t be right either; the child had possessed features that were definitely Japanese. Seto groaned in irritation, trying to focus back on the homework sheet in front of him—he had a good twelve more to finish before noon and yet he had spent a good whole of the morning dwelling on the happenings of the previous night. With a groan, he stood to slam open the window; perhaps some fresh air would clear his mind.

           It didn’t.

           Mostly because down in the garden, crouching by the entrance of the hedge maze, was the same boy from last night.

           Seto could feel irritation pounding at his ears as he stormed downstairs, homework forgotten; none of the maids stopped him, only exchanged worried glances. They knew all too well that the ward of the household was beginning to pick up on Gozaburo’s less desirable tendencies, most particularly his paper thin patience and irritability. If the master of the house wished to do something about it then he could but for now, the house staff let him by without a complaint. The brunette youth was soon standing out in the garden with an incredulous look on his already sharp features.

           The other child was digging around in the hedge.

           “What,” Seto asked slowly, letting his shadow fall over the blonde. “Do you think you are doing back here, exactly?”

           The kid looked up, apparently surprised. Then he stuck his tongue out obstinately, returning to digging through the thick leaves of the hedge maze. Seto fumed internally; he had helped this boy from getting his idiotic self hurt only the night before, and this was how he was going to treat the brunette? This shameless, low bred…

           “Bonkotsu!” Seto snapped. That caught the blonde’s attention; he whipped his head up to glare at the other boy and rose to his feet to step threateningly towards the wealthy heir. Seto didn’t as much as twitch. The intruder was not taller than him and he was not older than him, and chances were that if he wanted to pick a fight that he wouldn’t be able to hold his own. The Kaiba family had already enrolled him in regular self-defense lessons.

           “What’dya call me, huh?!” The blonde barked. “Screw off!”

           “One would think that you’d show some modicum of respect to someone who had HELPED you.” Seto replied, shifting his weight from foot to foot as his crossed his arms and glared harshly at the other. The blonde’s look of annoyance didn’t fade, lower lip jutted out in annoyance, but he didn’t seem to have a retort for that comment. Silence overtook the two boys for a slight moment.

           “….’m lookin’ for my sister’s ball.”

           Seto was a bit thrown off by that. He hadn’t actually expected a reply that was anything but cursing; that was all the blonde kid had done so far anyways. With his voice more controlled, Seto could detect the slightest hints of an accent he couldn’t quite peg—Kansai, maybe? He wasn’t sure. All he could tell was that the boy was kicking his hole filled sneakers back and forth in the dirt that lined the pathway of the hedge maze, eyes squarely focused on his feet. As if he was embarrassed with himself or something. One half of his mind was proud of himself for humiliating the boy. The other half tugged at his chest when he heard the word sister.

           “Was that why you came in last night too?”

           “Well, yeah. She knocked it over earlier and I jumped the gate.”

           “…I see.” Seto took a deep breath. “If its still here then its already been taken inside by the garden staff. It won’t be out here.”

           “Wha…huh? Are you serious?” The blonde gaped stupidly. Seto nodded slowly. “Oh maaaan, are you SERIOUS?! I jumped the goddamn gate twice for nothing!”

           “Come back tomorrow. I’ll…see what I can do.”

           Seto wasn’t sure what had compelled him to say what he said. Maybe it’s the panic in the blonde’s voice, or maybe it’s the little bit at the back of his head that has sympathy for any brother looking out for a sibling. Maybe it’s the fact that the blonde clearly didn’t think any of this through and his idiotic overreacting is charming in its own way. Whatever it is, he received a weird look for it.

           But the blonde nodded anyways.

Tuesday – Dienstag

           It’s probably the first time that Kaiba Seto had a guest since he and his brother moved in with Gozaburo. Although it’s hard to call the weird kid, whose name he didn’t even know, a guest. The blonde seemed to agree; his eyes were darting back and forth nervously. Judging by the state of the kid’s clothing, Seto could easily figure that the ratty mess had never set foot anywhere near a house as nice as the Kaiba Manor. His earlier insult of ‘bonkotsu’ might have been too generous, even—the boy was so out of his element that it was almost funny.

           “Uh, this place is…uh, big.” The blonde said lamely. Seto nodded, a smile threatening to flicker on his lips. “This is all just for one family? I thought it was a club or somethin’…you like, super rich or something?”

           “My family is quite wealthy.” Seto replied shortly, resting his hand on the cool metal of the doorknob to the garden supplies room. “My…father owns a company that produces a large amount of military technology. It’s quite lucrative. Now, are you coming or not?”

           “Wha…oh, we’re here?”

           As if he expected us to be walking forever. There’s only so much manor here.

           Behind the door is a bevy of gardening supplies for the always short handed gardening staff. It was impossible to ever be fully staffed for the huge expanse that was the Kaiba Manor gardens. Despite any of this, though, the blonde immediately dove into a pile of the supplies in an effort to find what he wanted. Seto raised an eyebrow; he certainly wasn’t going to find his sister’s ball alongside the garden sheers.

           “If its here then it will be in the basket in the back.”

           Immediately the blonde looked up, nodding determinedly as he dove into the basket. The outsider didn’t have any of the tact that the staff of the manor had. He acted more akin to the wilder children of the orphanage. Seto narrowed his eyes at that; his time now was certainly not pleasant but he had no love lost for that filthy rathole either. The other children behaved like animals, treated THEM like animals, treated Mokuba like a disposable punching bag. It was the determination of desperation to be the last man standing in a hellhole.

           All that had let Seto hold on was his brother.

           I’m looking for my sister’s ball.

           He paused.

           “What were you and your sister doing over on this side of town?” Seto asked, fingers tightly gripping together behind his back. Like hell he was going to let a stranger see his frustration and confusion. The blonde looked up with his head cocked to one side, then coughed awkwardly into his head. “Well? I believe its fair to say that this isn’t your neighborhood. So why were you loitering around our Manor?”

           “…It’s none of your business.”

           “I won’t let you have your sister’s ball back if you don’t tell me.”

           The blonde paused, irritation scrawled over his features as he looked back to the brunette. Seto didn’t feel particularly proud of himself—his word had come out like a little kid who was upset about not getting the right fast food toy. He had put himself above the child but not by much thanks to his poor delivery. Deep in his head he swore that he’d improve on that; he couldn’t be sounding like a child, even if he was one. It would allow too much potential room for Gozaburo to punish ‘unworthy’ mannerisms.

           “…M’dad dumped us there, alright?” He sighed. “He does it sometimes when he’s really drunk. Are you goddamn happy?”

           Dumped?

           Seto suddenly wished he hadn’t pushed the issue. The room went silent for several minutes as he observed the blonde move carefully through the basket, finally bringing up what looked like a pile of deflated rubber. It was hanging off a pair of old and rusty garden sheers that had been out of use for god only knew how long. The rubber had bright pink and yellow patterns across, and what looked like small white cats printed across it.

           The blonde sighed in irritation.

           “Great.”

           “I believe there might be a suitable replacement. I’ll have to check with the staff about it.”

           There he went again, saying things that he never intended to say. Seto felt a bit like a fool under the gaze of this other kid, a feeling he wasn’t quite used to. Despite the other boy’s somewhat punkish behavior and clothing, he had eyes that could drill right into the back of a grown man’s skull. He was somehow both intimidating and not at all, intimidated and yet fearless of the situation he had placed himself in not once but twice.

           “Come back tomorrow.”

           Was auch immer sein wird, wird sein.

           Whatever will be, will be.

Wednesday – Mittwoch

           “I didn’t catch your name.”

           Seto blinked as he handed the ball to the blonde boy; it’s an old one that Mokuba used to play with, now replaced with a newer one with some sort of cartoons on it. It wasn’t as if the one he was giving away had any sentimental value. If anything, it had nothing but memories of blood and beatings from orphan fists attached to it, so the brunette was more than willing to give it away. It certainly wasn’t ‘cute white kitties’ like a little girl would prefer but it was something and he dared the brat’s sister to challenge it.

           “And I didn’t catch yours.” Seto replied sharply; it was more of a challenge than it was a genuine question. The blonde raised a brow at this, cocking his head to the side; apparently Seto’s aggression didn’t quite get to him. Carefully he bounced the ball a few times to test it out.

           “I’m not tellin’ you my name, rich boy. You’ll try to sue me for trespassing or something.”

           “I assure you, bonkotsu, if I wanted to do that then I would’ve done it already.” Seto said irritably; the blonde boy bit his lip in frustration. He seemed to really dislike that nickname. The brunette filed the thought to the back of his mind to remember (the commoner doesn’t like being called a commoner) but made no move to apologize. Finally, “If it annoys you so much then just tell me what your name is.”

           “I thought this was to get YOU to tell me YOUR name.”

           “I suppose the odds changed against you, then.”

           “Katsuya. It’s Katsuya.” Seto waited patiently; there was no more. “Don’t look at me like that! I’m not tellin’ you my whole name.”

           “Why not?”

           “It…its not a common last name.”

           He was lying, Seto could tell, but there was no point pushing the issue. It was obvious that Katsuya was not planning to reveal much of his personal information. Again the brunette found himself wondering why he even cared. Maybe he was just so far removed from other children that actually encountering another boy his age felt near novel. Gozaburo didn’t allow Seto much interaction with other children; the only one he was really allowed to speak to on a regular basis was his younger brother and even that was heavily controlled.

           This was not. Nothing about this felt controlled.

           Seto wasn’t sure he liked that, but then, he wasn’t even really sure what to make of this situation as a whole.

           “Do you like games?” He found himself suddenly saying. Katsuya stopped bouncing the ball in his hands to stare blankly at the brunette. “I mean like card games and board games.”

           “Uhh, I don’t really play board games much…” Katsuya scratched his cheek awkwardly; he clearly was having trouble figuring out why the brunette was keeping him up like this. Seto would’ve liked an answer to that question himself but he was not about to let it show.  “…m’dad taught me some card games, though. I can play blackjack.”

           “I see…”

           Silence. Again.

           “Y’wanna play blackjack?”

           “…I suppose.”

           He should’ve been doing his worksheets, and he knew that. He should’ve been reading those thick German books with their words that sounded like choking on spit. He should’ve been refining his accent in the language and perfecting it for business practices. He should’ve been doing anything other than sitting down in the garden supplies closet to take out the deck of standard cards in his pockets to lay them down and play several rounds of blackjack with this stranger who he barely trusted and who barely trusted him.

           Yet he did anyways.

           Kaiba Seto had been surprising himself a lot, lately.

           The other boy was clearly no prodigy in gaming like he was, though. Certainly it could be said that blackjack was a game of luck in the end but one usually had to utilize some kind of logic and sense to really become good at it. Katsuya seemed to  have streaks of random good luck but his form was sloppy, almost as if his learning of the game was second-hand rather than genuinely taught. He surprised Seto once or twice but never on purpose.

           He ended up playing the blonde enough rounds to get all the way to sunset, though, so there was something to be said for Katsuya anyhow. Somehow, when the boy was leaving, he ended up being invited to come back again.

           Surprising that he would agree without asking for Seto’s name again.

           An unfocused mind, indeed.

Thursday – Donnerstag

           The blonde didn’t come on Thursday.

           Seto couldn’t comprehend it. The boy had come back every time before when he was asked—no, TOLD. Irritation itched at the back of his skull as he scribbled down German phrases. The brunette had gone back to his assignments from Gozaburo almost immediately, as they had been nagging him the entire week. But it was now hard to focus; his mind was going on over the rounds of blackjack and the one or two hands that Katsuya had won. Stressfully trying to remember the details of their little game, mildly remembering how he noticed the sunset because it dappled the blonde of Katsuya’s hair.

           It was frustrating.

           Sehr nervig…very annoying.

           He couldn’t even figure out why he should care, anyways.

           The assignments still lay half done for hours.

Friday – Freitag

           “Why didn’t you come yesterday?”

           Katsuya looked up from the blackjack game that Seto had engaged him in again. He wasn’t wearing his usual ratty clothing, now replaced by a suspiciously oversized sweater. It was very ill suiting for the weather—the boy was more than likely sweltering in the heat. Seto wasn’t about to ask questions, though. He already had figured out that Katsuya did what he wanted and wasn’t interested in any questioning towards his actions.

           He did hate when the blonde didn’t answer his questions, though.

           “Katsuya.” He pressed. “Erklären.”

           The blonde gave him a weird look and Seto had to resist a groan. He had been using German all throughout the day, all throughout the blackjack game, and he had gotten the same glance from the blonde every time he had done it. But he couldn’t focus just on these petty games. He just COULDN’T. He could feel the collar already tightening around his neck just at the thought, the burning riding crop scars on his back protesting at the mere idea.

           Katsuya was still staring at him blankly.

           Seto sighed.

           “Explain.”

           “Oh. It’s none of your goddamn business. Hit me.” Katsuya said easily, as if he had said the same thing time and time again. His voice was still muffled by the sweater; Seto studied it carefully as he placed another card out in front of the blonde. As Katsuya swore up a storm at his bad luck—pulling a king, putting him way past twenty on—the brunette carefully reached a manicured finger out to pull the sweater away from his face.

           Blood.

           A huge, welting bandage on his cheek that was coated with dried blood.

           His finger snapped back immediately; that imaginary collar around his neck seemed to tighten more as Katsuya slapped his hands across the sweater and pushed it over his face. The cards dropped between them, hitting the floor and echoing in their ears. Seto processed quickly that the blonde was glaring almost homicidally at him now. Defensively, like an animal caught in a trap.

           Aber Warum…But why?

           Nein.

           You aren’t stupid, Seto. You know WHY.

           He played the rest of the game through quietly, not mentioning the sweater or the dried and bloodied wound on the other boy’s cheek. Katsuya seemed to appreciate the withdrawal from discussion.

           It wasn’t like Seto wanted to talk about when Gozaburo hit him, either.

           The hand played through.

           No one won.

           Not really.

           But something tugged at Seto and made that person across from him feel a little less distant, even as he tried to ignore the appreciation in the blonde’s eyes.

           Komm morgen zurück?

           Come back tomorrow.

           I’m starting to miss you.

Saturday – Saamstag

           He hadn’t been expected to be summoned to Kaiba Gozaburo’s study first thing in the morning. Certainly, he was expected to have an audience with the man at least once a day for ‘personalized training’. But it wasn’t like the man had any personal interest in either of his sons. Seto was more like a toy for the man to play with as he willed, and Mokuba may as well not be there for all that Gozaburo cared. Though Seto had to admit the latter was probably for the best. The last thing he wanted was Gozaburo focusing his attention on Mokuba.

           Mokuba watched him with huge, fretful black eyes as he entered the polished study of the megalomaniac that he laughably called a parent. Seto turned around to pointedly shut the door in his little brother’s face; the last thing that Mokuba needed was to see whatever it was that Gozaburo had in mind for him. It was cruel but it was what had to be done.

           He tried to remind himself of this as he clicked the lock shut and turned to the middle-aged businessman.

           Gozaburo stood with his back facing the boy, dark against the morning light of the window. One hand held out from his massive body, gesturing the small child forward to stand beside him. Seto swallowed his fear, ignored the tugging sensation that ghosted his neck, and strode up as confidently as he could to stand aside the intimidating creature that called itself his ‘father’ now.

One thick hand grasped tightly—too tightly—on his shoulder. Seto bit back the sensation of pain as he stared out the window with Gozaburo. They looked out on the garden that faced towards the gate, down at the hedge maze that Seto had been in just a few days ago. Down at the doorstop where, in this early morning light, no one stood.

           “Your friend is coming, Seto.”

           His resolve was immediately chipped at.

           Katsuya was standing at the gate—he had just arrived—and was being spoken to by one of the maids. Their conversation didn’t seem to be unpleasant but considering where he was, Seto could only have a bad feeling about the direction this was about to go. Especially as Gozaburo’s grip on his shoulder increased to a near burning level.

           “Hold out your hand, Seto.”

           He obliged the older man, biting his lip furiously and narrowing his dark blue eyes. In his hands Gozaburo placed a small button controller. Seto looked at it curiously, unable to control a feeling of discomfort twisting up in his stomach. He hazarded a quick glance at his adoptive father; he wore a smirk across his aging features, malevolence gleaming in his eyes.

           His grip tightened.

           “Report the child to security, Seto. He’s trespassing.”

           “No he’s not, I invited—”

           “No, Seto. You didn’t. Because if you did, then you have failed to learn a damn thing.” Gozaburo interrupted. The brunette felt as if his shoulder was about to dislocate with the grip held on him. “You are a Kaiba. That down there is a commoner. Your duty is to present me with what I need, do the work I require of you, and become worthy of this name. That down there has nothing to do with any of it so therefore, has nothing to do with you.”

           “What…”

           The hand on his shoulder loosened, rubbed Seto’s sore arm almost soothingly; somehow this was even more unnerving. He clutched the remote in his hand tightly as he looked down on the maid and the blonde child. He still was wearing that ungainly sweater, covering that sore on his face. But…

           “You know, the more time you spend with other children the less time you have to spend on my lessons. If you’re that unworthy than perhaps I’ll switch my focus to Mokuba.”

           He pressed down on the remote with his thumb, hard.

           In a way he could say he didn’t want to see this, that Gozaburo had held him there against his will. But he hadn’t. With dull, fading blue eyes he watched over the whole ordeal as blood splattered and the wound on the blonde’s cheek tore open again. Spit and blood was left where the boy had been talking with the maid, now left aghast as the guards bodily threw Katsuya out the gate of the Kaiba Manor. He could say he didn’t watch all of this of his own will.

           He could say that.

           But he wouldn’t.

           Because watching it helped what was left of him die.

           “A Kaiba shouldn’t be interacting with the common people. You have so much more that you have to do to prove yourself to me, Seto.”

           He was silent for a moment. Then…

           “Da liegt der Hund begraben.”

           Gozaburo chuckled darkly.

           “How morose.”

           That’s where the dog is buried.

#Yugioh #Yu-gi-oh #KaiJou #JouKai #Puppyshipping #Violetshipping #sad fics #fanfiction #childhood fanfictions #child abuse #Jounouchi Katsuya #Joey Wheeler #Seto Kaiba #Kaiba Seto #for anyone who is interested #The title translation is 'Something Happened This Week'