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dilemmaontwolegs · 11 months

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Hi,love ur stories 😍

I was wondering if u could do one based on 'I see the light' from tangled, where they meet at a mutual friends wedding or something, she was singing the song where she has the most melodiest voice and (charles, max or Pierre) somehow 'fall in love' at first sight of her along with her voice. Thx 😊😍

This was cute 💕 I hope you don't mind but I changed the setting a little bit.

Tangled Up In You || MV1

Pairing: Max Verstappen x singer!fem!reader Warnings: fluff, slight angst with his ex, more fluff WC: 2.2k

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Children were known to be resilient creatures that could adapt well to changes but Penelope had struggled to understand why her and her mother no longer lived with Max. It had been six months and still she asked where her ‘Maxie’ was and why he couldn’t come with them to their new home.

So, it came as no surprise when she was asked who she wanted to invite to her 4th birthday party that Max was at the top of the list.

“...you don’t have to come, I can say you are busy-”

“No, I’ll be there, Kel,” Max interrupted as he put the call on speaker and added the event to his calendar. “Is P there? Can I talk to her?”

“Sorry, she’s with Daniil picking out her princess dress. The theme’s Disney, of course,” Kelly laughed softly before she sighed. “Are you sure you want to come, or are you just being nice?”

“I want to come. I miss our tea parties, and standing on tiny pieces of lego.”

The silence on the line lingered for a moment before she couldn’t help asking. “Do you miss me?”

This time it was Max who sighed. “I’ll see you on Saturday.”

He hung up before she could apologise again. Somehow she always turned a conversation back to their relationship, but that wasn’t something Max would ever entertain. If the man knew one thing from his life of racing it was how to move forward and when the three year relationship he had run its course he had taken time to reflect, just like those post-race debriefs, and planned to use it as a lesson learned for next time.

Kelly had overdone it as usual.

The largest ballroom of Hôtel de Paris had been transformed into a set straight from Disney and filled with actresses dressed as Penelope’s favourites princesses.

It was easy to spot P when Max walked in because her excited squeals were impossible to miss and he followed the sound to the front of the stage where she was jumping excitedly.

“Maxie!” she screamed, running and jumping at him trusting he would catch her.

“Happy Birthday, P,” he grinned as he lifted her up into a hug. “I can’t believe you are two years old already.”

“I’m four, silly!”

“No, that can’t be. You can’t possibly grow up that quickly.”

“I can! Have you seen my princesses? My favourite one isn’t here yet but mummy said she’s going to be here any minute.”

Max scanned the room for the princesses and saw the usual ones like Cinderella, Snow White and Aurora. “Is Rapunzel still your favourite then?”

Penelope nodded with a big toothy grin. “She’s so pretty. I want to be like her when I grow up.”

Max put her down carefully and straightened the tiara sitting on her perfectly styled hair. “You are already prettier than everyone here, P.”

“There you are,” Kelly greeted Max as she left another conversation to join them, kissing his cheeks twice just a little too close to the corners of his lips. “Just in time too. Sweetheart, look who’s here.”

Penelope screamed as she spotted Rapunzel taking the stage, a long golden braid adorned with flowers hanging all the way down her back. “It’s her, it’s really her,” P squealed as she squeezed Max’s hand. “She’s beautiful.”

Max was in a state of shock as his jaw fell slack. “She is.”

The lights of the stage dimmed until only a single spotlight cast a warm glow to her skin, the braiding of hair around her head appearing like a golden crown, or more accurately, a halo.

Max recognised the song in an instant, remembering the evenings spent on the couch watching Tangled, P dancing across the living room floor as she sang her little heart out. The memory brought a smile to his lips and it only grew wider as the angel on the stage began to sing.

You double checked the wig was held firmly by the pins and not a strand of hair was out of place before running your palms over the dress to make sure there wasn’t a single wrinkle on the pastel pink material. Satisfied you were ready, you hooked the small microphone and earpiece into place and nodded to the sound engineer to start the cue.

It was no difficult task to smile brightly as the music began and you twirled out onto the stage, you lived for these days. Seeing the excitement and joy your performances made the children who witnessed it brought joy to your life. Seeing their eyes widen and their jaws drop was what motivated you to channel even deeper and give your all to the act.

All those days watching from the windows All those years outside looking in All that time never even knowing Just how blind I've been

You spotted the birthday girl at the front of the crowd and plucked a bright flower from the braid, kneeling down to tuck it behind her ear. Her smile widened and she could hardly stand still as she trembled with excitement.

You waved a hand to the ceiling and the projector illuminated it with a thousand little glowing dots and a surprised gasp whispered across the largest crowd you had ever sung to.

Now I'm here, blinking in the starlight Now I'm here, suddenly I see Standing here, it's all so clear I'm where I'm meant to be

You smiled at the little girl once more before spinning on your toes beneath the twinkling lights, the tulle skirt billowing around you as if you were floating away with them.

Around the room, the other casted characters were turning on their lanterns and raising them into the air on near invisible strings. You could perform this set a thousand times and never tire of seeing the crowd's reactions to the lanterns floating into the night sky.

And at last I see the light And it's like the fog has lifted And at last I see the light And it's like the sky is new

You scanned the crowd while they were in a state of wonderment looking up, but there was one man who wasn’t. He still held the same unblinking look of awe but he could have been oblivious to the lights the way he was staring right back at you.

There was something about the look that almost knocked you off your feet as your stomach flipped and heat burned on your cheeks under the intensity. His eyes, a pale shade of blue, drew you closer to the edge of the stage and his foot lifted as if he were to follow.

And it's warm and real and bright And the world has somehow shifted

His lips moved like he knew the words by heart and you nearly missed the line as your heart skipped a beat. The rest of the crowd faded away as you knelt back where you had been and pulled another flower from your hair.

All at once everything looks different Now that I see you

He leaned forward and you tucked it behind his ear, your fingers grazing his jawline as you retreated. You were so absorbed by his shy smile and the blush highlighting his cheeks you didn’t notice the woman standing to the side of him. For a moment, before you caught yourself, it was only him that you sang to and only him that you saw.

“Please, please can I?” P begged her mother to go and see Rapunzel but after the breathtaking performance she had been in a mood and withdrew her hand from her daughter’s.

“No, your cake is going to be coming out in a moment - I need to be here to show them where to put it.”

Tears welled along the four year old’s eyes and her bottom lip trembled before Max stepped in. “How about I take her?”

He had been watching the stage entrance for any sign of movement since her song had ended and it was hard to hide the disappointment when she didn’t return for another. He could still hear her voice and was busy committing it to memory in the hopes he could use the sweet, melodic sound to calm his racing mind when he lay awake alone at night.

Max couldn’t explain how utterly obsessed he had become or how he wished he knew what delicate perfume it was he had inhaled when she touched his face. He ran his hand along his jawline, following where her fingers had been under the guise of a scratch, and he was glad he had tidied his beard up for the event.

“Of course you would offer that,” Kelly bit back, pulling him from his thoughts as his hand fell away from his face. “Whatever, do as you want.”

Penelope understood the permission but missed the sarcasm and Max sighed to himself as he took P’s hand and made their way to the curtains that hid the makeshift backstage area.

“Rapunzel!” P squealed as she rushed forward, towing Max to keep up until she barrelled into the princesses legs and wrapped her arms around them. “I love you.”

You had almost begun to pull your wig off when you heard a little girl call out. You turned just in time to catch her as she grappled you into a hug and you laughed softly as you tucked her hair back behind her ear to see the flower you had given her.

“Aren’t you the sweetest little girl,” you giggled as you knelt down to her height and took in the sight of the man who followed her, his hands tucking into his dress pants. You drowned in the eyes that had held you captivated before tearing yours away and swallowing the disappointment that had crept up your throat. “I hope you are having the most magical birthday with your father.”

The birthday girl looked up at him with a laugh. “This is my Maxie.”

You tried to hide your confusion but he obviously saw it as he scratched the back of his neck, the material of the shirt he wore straining as his biceps tensed.

“Uh, I am, was, her step-dad,” he corrected as he gave the girl a small sad smile before offering his hand to you. “It’s just Max, or you can call me Maxie too, I guess, if you want.”

You smiled in amusement as you shook his hand, the touch lingering a little longer as neither of you made an effort to pull away.

“I’m Rapunzel,” you said as your eyes darted to Penelope.

“Right,” he chuckled and let his hand fall back to his side as he looked at her too. “Your cake might be waiting for you, P. Do you want to go check?”

“Can you come?” she asked you with big round eyes.

“I’m sorry, sweetie, but Eugene has probably got himself into trouble without me, so I should really be going. But I must thank you, it was an absolute delight to celebrate your birthday with you. I love getting to spend time with a fellow princess.” You swung your braid over your shoulder and the sweet scent of the fresh flowers filled the air. “You can have as many as you like.”

It took all your concentration not to look at Max when that was what you really wanted to do, especially when he knelt beside you and helped Penelope to choose which flowers to take. His arm brushed against yours and you nearly lost your balance from the deep breath you took of his mouth watering cologne.

Eventually she was happy with the dozen bright blossoms she cradled in her arms and thanked you before rushing to take them back to her mother. “Come on, Maxie!” she called without looking back to see if he was following.

He rose with a sigh and you hissed as your head was tugged sharply by the pins. “Shit, sorry,” he murmured as he saw his watch had got caught in the braid. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s alright, it actually happens more often than you would think.” You rubbed the back of your head where the pain was worst and double checked the birthday girl was gone. “I’m Y/N.”

He repeated it with a smile as he slipped the watch off his wrist to use both hands to untangle it from the golden threads. “Would you let me take you to dinner to apologise properly?”

If you were wearing your microphone it probably would have picked up the sound of your heart from how quickly it started pumping. There was no denying this attraction between you and you could see he was equally affected by it too.

“No, I told you it’s alright,” you started, taking his hand when his shoulder slumped crestfallen. “But, you can buy me dinner if you want to make it a date?”

A bright smile broke across his face and you couldn’t help smiling back knowing it was because of you. “Tonight?”

You nodded as you reached into the hidden pocket in the dress and passed him your phone to enter his number before he sent himself a message to get yours. “You might not recognise me without all this,” you joked as you started to pull the pins out of the wig and freed your natural hair.

He chuckled and shook his head as he found you even more beautiful than before. “There’s no mistaking those eyes, I would recognise them anywhere.”

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justabrunettewhowrites-stuff · 3 months

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'Spring Formal'

Clarisse La Rue x DaughterOfAphrodite!Reader

A/N:Never thought I'd actually write something this long but I was watching tiktoks and had an idea 💀 but anyways-

Clarisse La Rue, daughter of Ares, stormed into the Camp Half-Blood Spring Formal with her usual scowl, her outfit glinting in the dim light.She wasn't one for fancy events,but Chiron insisted that it was a chance for demigods to bond.Little did she know,this particular formal would change her perspective on more than just parties.

The pavilion was adorned with twinkling lights, and the scent of ambrosia and nectar wafted through the air. Clarisse scanned the room, her eyes narrowing at the sight of the children of Athena huddled together, discussing tactics for capture the flag. Her gaze shifted to the son of Hermes,sneaking snacks from the refreshment table.

However,what truly caught Clarisse off guard was the vision of beauty that entered the pavilion.You,a daughter of Aphrodite, wearing a breathtaking silver gown that shimmered with every step.The dress clung to your curves,and the delicate straps revealed a hint of your sun-kissed shoulders.

As the night progressed, Clarisse found herself observing from a distance, unable to shake the sense of longing that gripped her. The daughter of Ares was accustomed to battles and conquests, not matters of the heart. She retreated to the edges of the pavilion, silently watching as you twirled and laughed with others.

Clarisse was known for her toughness and combat skills, but beneath that exterior lay a heart that few had glimpsed.But she wasn't about to fall for an Aphrodite kid of all people!

However,Clarisse,as tough as she was,unaccustomed to such beauty, felt a strange flutter in her chest. She couldn't tear her eyes away as you twirled on the dance floor,your laughter echoing like the sweetest melody.

As the night unfolded,Clarisse observed you from a distance,feeling a mix of awe and frustration.She couldn't deny the undeniable pull she felt.But then,her jealousy flared when she noticed you dancing with Luke, another camper,who seemed equally smitten by your charms.

Clarisse scowled,clenching her fists as she watched them glide across the dance floor. A surge of conflicting emotions swirled within her. The daughter of Ares, usually unyielding in battle, found herself grappling with a different kind of conflict—a battle of the heart.

Determined to push aside her unexpected feelings, Clarisse decided to join the dance floor. With her armor clanking, she approached the scene, cutting in between you and Luke.The daughter of Ares extended her hand to you, surprising both herself and the onlookers.

"Mind if I cut in?" Clarisse's usual tone,gruff and authoritative,carried a hint of vulnerability that she never thought she'd reveal.

You,even if momentarily taken aback, smiled and accepted Clarisse's invitation.You two began to dance, a clash of strength and grace.Clarisse struggled to find the right words,but you,with your innate charm, eased the tension.

As they danced, Clarisse's initial jealousy transformed into a realization—an acknowledgment of the unexpected connection she felt with you. The daughter of Ares, known for her battles, found herself engaged in a different kind of skirmish—one that unfolded in the silent language of shared glances and unspoken emotions.

In the midst of the dance, Clarisse mustered the courage to speak. "You look... different tonight." she grumbled, struggling to articulate her thoughts.

You chuckled, the sound like a soft breeze. "Different good or different bad?"

"Good, I guess," Clarisse admitted, surprising herself with the honesty.

As the night progressed,you continued to dance,your movements synchronized in a dance of emotions neither of you fully understood.The daughter of Ares, usually quick to anger, found herself navigating a maze of feelings she had never encountered before.

Eventually, they found a quiet corner where they could talk away from the lively music and curious gazes.

"Why did you dance with Luke?" Clarisse blurted out, unable to contain the question that had been gnawing at her.

Your eyes softened, and you sighed. "Luke asked me, and I didn't want to be rude. But honestly, I'd rather be dancing with someone else."

The admission hung in the air, and Clarisse felt a strange mixture of relief and trepidation. Your gaze met hers, and in that moment, the daughter of Ares realized the vulnerability you both shared.

"Someone else, huh?" Clarisse mumbled, trying to hide the hope in her voice.

You nodded,your smile gentle. "Someone strong,someone who surprises me, someone like you..."

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dateko · 8 months

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˚｡⋆ GLITTER AND GIGGLES | GETO SUGURU

contents: domestic fluff brain rot, papa!geto with the twins, tatted!geto, reader and suguru are married, & suguru being the best dad even though it is written quite poorly

“I’m home!” You announce as you enter the house, feet screaming as you kick off your heels.

Surprisingly, no one greets you back. The absence of the familiar rumble of footsteps that usually storm toward you causes you to frown. There isn’t a pair of mischievous twins that wait for you at the top of the stairs, nor is there a handsome husband dressed in an apron telling you that he’s missed you all day. You deflate at this, but your ears pick up the lovable sound of hushed giggles coming from the living room.

You creep up the steps gingerly, careful not to disrupt whatever fun the girls seem to be having. And that’s when you see it. There, splayed all over your ridiculously expensive rug that is now littered with markers and glitter glue, is your husband. Your two girls occupy his sides, hovering over his bare back with busy hands.

“Girls?” You break their playful trance, and they turn to each other before you with wide eyes. “What are you two doing?”

Mimiko attempts to gather the markers into her arms as a stuttering Nanako waves her hands in your face, doing a very poor job at obscuring your view when her hands are so incredibly teeny. “Mommy! It’s nothing! We were just cleaning up.”

Your brow raises at this since you know well you didn’t raise a liar. Catching a glimpse of Suguru’s sleeping figure with his bare torso flat on the floor almost makes you think the two tired out their own father to death. But as you step closer, the sight almost makes you laugh out loud.

The tattoo of the rainbow dragon that trails down Suguru’s spine finally bears truth to its name. You’re not exactly sure where to look first. You follow the lines of pink and purple scribbled messily outside the inked lines, the loose glitter that sticks itself between the crevices of your husband’s back muscles, and the series of Sanrio stickers that wander down the side of his neck. It’s ridiculous, almost like a unicorn had vomited all over him, yet precious all at once.

Mimiko tugs at your sleeve. “Are you mad?”

Shaking your head with a smile, you pinch the little brunette’s cheek. “Hand me a marker.”

The girls giggle behind you as you kneel beside Suguru’s sleeping face. He’s gorgeous, always been, and always will be. Thought it was a shame you were about to ruin it. The marker in your hold draws an elaborate beard on his face, making sure to dance with a few swirls and twirls. You beam at how your canvas scrunches his nose, eyebrows furrowing at the feeling of your marker gliding across his skin.

Suguru scratches his face before opening his eyes, blinking repeatedly at the moment he realizes you’re home. “Morning, beautiful.” You grin, tucking a piece of his dark locks behind his ear.

“Sweetheart,” He sits up immediately, unaware of the glitter that falls from his skin behind him. “I missed you.”

You decide against scolding your husband for falling asleep instead of watching your children when he leans in to seal a kiss on your lips, and you turn away, stifling a giggle. “Come on, no kiss?” Suguru pouts. “What’s so funny?”

“Papa, you look so weird.” Mimiko pips from behind you, trying to hide her laughter.

“You have something on your face, Papa!” Nanako adds, squealing when Suguru grabs her to tickle her stomach. The house is filled with an abundance of happy laughter once more, and you can feel your heart swell with contentment. Your husband extends his arm to you and Mimiko, a soft glint in his golden eyes. The expression on his face is delicate, yet he is still completely unaware of the ridiculous lines that paint his features. “Come over here, you two.”

Suguru beams as his three favorite girls pile on top of him, bubbles of joy bouncing off the walls every which way. You can’t help but finally kiss him. You could never resist Suguru, especially when he’s always been such a good husband and an exceptional father for the three of you. The wet smack you place on his lips causes the girls to grimace, trying to wiggle their way out of strong arms.

The twins scramble out of the living room and scurry off immediately. You stay in Suguru’s lap, hand tracing his collarbone and down his shoulders as he hugs you tighter. “Don’t think I’m letting you go without a punishment.” He teases, pressing his lips to your temple.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about?"

“Oh yeah?” His eyebrow raises, unconvinced. “Well, I wouldn't be so sure. You look like Yaga right now.”

Your hands scramble to your chin as you gasp, noticing the black residue on your fingertips. Your husband watches you as you attempt to scrub off the black beard on your face with your sleeve. Rolling your eyes at his smirk, you give up. Grabbing both sides of his face, you kiss him once more. “Oh, shut up and kiss me.”

“Anything for you, Sweetheart.”

#i did not edit or proofread or put much thought or care i just hit POST!!!! because i love suguru #geto x reader #suguru geto x reader #geto x you #suguru x reader #jjk

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overtrred28 · 3 months

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Something out of a rom com | Steph Catley x reader

Summary; The night of Steph’s 30th birthday party leads to the telling of your romantic love story that really should be made into a rom com.

Words; 2.5k

Pairing; Steph Catley x reader

Warnings; none really, pure fluff

A/N; This is in honour of her birthday and I wrote it because I had the idea during a shower and I just had to write it. It might not be the best but hopefully it's cute and decently written. I’ve also got two blurbs for other players in the process atm so stay tuned for that!

The 26th of January. A seemingly normal day to most people, but it was in fact one of your favourites. It not only marks the day you met the love of your life and future wife, but it coincidentally happened to be her birthday as well. It also happened to be today's date once again.

So here you sat in your shared living room, Steph snuggled up to you on the couch surrounded by some of the people who loved her the most after a very successful 30th birthday party.

A lot of other party goers had left as it was getting late, except for almost half of her Arsenal teammates who always seemed to linger after events such as these, not that you minded.

Different conversations littered the room, most didn’t make sense because of the alcohol that was still flowing. But it was the newest team member Emily Fox who brought the group back together.

“So, how long have you guys been together?” Emily asked, sitting directly across the room from you and Steph.

“Almost 3 years now.” Steph smiled at her and the rest of the group listened in.

“Oh my god, their relationship story is like something out of a rom com!” Jen talked excitingly whilst looking at Emily.

“What do you mean?” You looked at Jen first and then down to Steph who looked just as confused.

“Wait, I’ve never heard the full story.” Kyra piped up from her place on the floor beside Alessia.

“Me either.” Alessia raised a finger while looking between you and Steph.

“It’s not that exciting.” Steph let out a laugh which caused Kyra and Alessia to pout.

“Yes it is. Now listen up children…” Beth cleared her throat from the other edge of the couch next to Viv who was rolling her eyes as Beth began to tell your love story.

6 years ago, January 26th 2018

“Oh come on, just let us go out one last time before you leave me forever!” Your best friend was standing in your room as you laid on your bed and stared up at her.

“Do I have to?” You tried giving her puppy eyes but it wasn’t working, she walked closer to your bed, sitting down and taking your hands in hers.

“You, my best friend of 10 plus years, are leaving me for London for who knows how long.” She pouted at you. “Of course you have to go out with me one last time. So get up, look hot and start drinking.” She pulled your covers off you and dragged you to your vanity, placing a drink in front of you and leaving to go get ready herself.

Over an hour later you were both ready and a little tipsy, ready to leave and adventure into the Melbourne nightlife.

It took a while for you to find a club that was half decent and didn’t have ridiculously overpriced drinks but you secured a place in the corner and were finishing your like 10th drink of the night.

“I’m going to get another, you want one?” You shouted over the music to your friend and pointed to the bar. She shook her head before talking into your ear.

“I’m gonna go on the dance floor, come find me when you're done?” She pointed to where most people congregated and you sent her a thumbs up before weaving through way too many drunk people.

You accidently bumped into someone as you tried to reach the bar, someone else pushing you in the crowd causing you to fall into her.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” You apologised as she began to turn around and you suddenly found yourself staring at the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen.

“Don’t even, it’s so fine.” She replied with a sweet smile and placed a hand on your arm sending chills up it.

“I’m going to take a wild guess and say it’s your birthday?” You laughed as your eyes drifted down the sash she was currently wearing.

“My friends made me wear it, hoping I could score us a few free drinks.” She shook her head and laughed with you.

“Well, let’s not disappoint and let me buy you a drink.” You smiled at her and if it weren't for the dark lighting, you would have seen the blush that accompanied her beautiful smile.

“You don’t have to.” She immediately rejected but this time you reached down and held her arm.

“I insist, birthday girl.” You winked before leading her through the crowd again and finally reaching the bar. “Order whatever you want.” You leant down to her ear as you waited for a bartender.

She politely asked the bartender for her drink of choice before he looked over to you.

“Make it two, please.” You smiled before pulling your card out to pay. You both thanked the bartender before walking away and standing against a wall out of the way.

“Thank you.” She looked up at you with a smile again.

“My pleasure.” You couldn't stop staring at her, she was the most beautiful person ever and she was talking to you. “Wanna go dance? I told my friend I would meet her when I was done.” You asked after finishing your drinks in silence.

“I would love to, but…” She looked down at her watch and you could feel the smile falling off your face. “I’ve got an early morning and my cut off was supposed to be 12.” She made a pout at you.

“That’s okay, I get it.” You nodded and sent her a tight lipped smile.

“There is something I have to do before I go though.” She sent you a smirk and you creased your eyebrows in confusion.

“What?” You looked down at her, barely having any time to think before she reached up and kissed you hard, placing a hand on your face. Immediately your hand fell to her waist and you fell into a rhythm.

The kiss was very nice and a little long but it ended and you parted with big smiles.

“I really have to go now.” She smiled and let out a little laugh.

“Okay cinderella.” You bit your lip before letting her go and she ran off through the crowd to find her friends. You stood in a daze for a second before a hand clasped your shoulder, shaking you out of your trance.

“Oh my god, who was that?” Your best friend had spotted the end of the kiss as she came to find you but didn’t see her face.

“Um,” You blinked before turning to her. “I… don’t… know.” You realised she never shared her name and neither did you. And now she was gone; a mystery kiss from the mystery birthday girl.

3 years later, May 19th 2021

You have been in London for 3 years now, working for an event planning company, establishing a close group of friends and having the time of your life.

Some of the friends you made had managed to drag you along to a women's football match now that people were allowed back to the matches after the covid lockdown last year, despite your lack of interest in or awareness of the sport, either male or female.

So here you were at Meadow Park on a Wednesday evening, watching a sport you’ve never taken interest in but were enjoying to some degree in the fading spring sun.

“I told you. I knew you would enjoy it eventually.” Your friend shoved your shoulder after seeing you get up when it was thought a shot might finally go in for the home side and her team of choice, Arsenal.

“Yeah, yeah.” You brushed her off, eyes focused on the game at play and becoming more and more invested with each pass.

It wasn’t till halfway through the second half that a certain defender caught your eye as she ran past and towards the opposite end of the field. There was something about her that seemed so familiar but you couldn’t place it.

The game ended in a 0-0 draw and left you with a new interest that would soon turn into a regular outing on Sundays and Wednesdays, instead of your regular dinner and drinks throughout the week.

The players began to do their rounds and you stuck around, waiting to spot a certain defender once again and figure out the mystery that was the jersey with ‘Catley’ plastered over her back.

She had been talking with another player as they walked, eyes scanning the crowd for any fans with signs or hopeful smiles when she found your eyes further up, you resting along the barrier. The words fell from her lips and the player beside her was tapping her shoulder in an attempt to gain her focus once again but it was no use.

“One sec.” She gently spoke before running over to where you were standing, now looking down at your phone and missing her completely until a familiar accent fell on your ears.

“Hi.” She gave you a smile and your head whipped up from your screen, finding that beautiful face from all those years ago in your sights again.

“Hi.” You breathed out as you assessed her features and reassured yourself you weren’t once again imagining those eyes that plagued your dreams every few months.

“Fancy seeing you here, halfway across the world.” She spoke again, noticing that you were in a sort of daze still.

“Uh yeah. Sorry, this is just so weird.” You shook your head, letting out a laugh. “Not in a bad way,” You spoke quickly. “I just never thought I would see you again. Especially not halfway across the world.” She smiled at your shyness, the opposite to the confident you she remembers; though you are quite confident with alcohol in your system.

“Yeah.” Steph laughed and continued to analyse your features, every part of that night coming back to her in full view rather than scattered pieces of memory like she has for the last three years.

“So,” You tried to keep the conversation flowing, realising you would have to wrap up soon so she could get back to her team and you to your friends. “Do you think I could finally get the name and number that's not on the back of your shirt? I think that’s something you forgot all those years ago.” You smiled at her and began pulling your phone from its place in your pocket.

She let out a laugh, a real one before nodding. “Oh yeah. I guess so.” She held your phone in her hands and began adding a contact in, handing it back quickly. “There you go.”

“Thank you.” You took a look at your phone before returning eye contact with her, feeling once again that same thing inside your chest from the night you first met. “I’ll call you, Steph.” You nodded, beginning to retreat from the barrier and up the stairs.

“And who should I be expecting said call from?” She called out to you, stopping you in your tracks to turn your head back around.

“Y/N.” You smiled before being the one walking away this time and leaving her with a dazed expression and confused friends.

“Who was that?” Beth appeared beside her, looking at the retreating girl Steph had just interacted with but couldn’t see the face.

“Um,” Steph shook her head. “An…old…friend.” She turned her face to Beth who was more confused than ever but began walking towards the changerooms with the rest of the team.

Over the next few weeks it seemed like you and Steph were texting every spare second you each had when she wasn’t training and you weren't working, even before you could finally arrange a time to meet up and have your official first date.

She suggested you go out for dinner one night before she was set to go off and play in the delayed 2020 Tokyo Olympics over the summer. You had the best time together, chatting for hours and catching up on everything over the past few years, talking as if you had known each other forever. The night ended and she walked you back to your apartment which happened to be just down the street from hers, once again leaving you with a kiss that left you feeling dazed; but this time she couldn’t run and hide from you.

After watching and cheering on Steph and the national team at the Olympics from home, you knew that this was the person you wanted to pursue a future with.

So when she came back you made it official with one another, a private time for the two of you to continue to learn everything about one another until you were ready to share it with your friends and the world.

After a few months of secretly dating, realising this is how the rest of your life was going to look like, you began to share with friends, family and eventually the media which caused a flurry in the football world because of Steph’s public status. It turned out to be even better for your relationship now that you could express your love for one another to other people.

“And then last year, Steph decided to pop the question the day before Y/N wanted to do it.” Beth concluded the story, somehow managing to keep everyone invested despite the late hour and disappearing energy from tonight's events.

“Thank you Beth, that was quite an accurate retelling.” You smiled over at the blonde, reaching out for a high whilst trying not to disturb Steph who had actually fallen asleep. “But I think you bored Stephy here to sleep.” You brushed the hair on her head and her eyes snapped open with a sharp inhale.

“Huh?” Steph began to sit up, looking around the room in confusion, all of her teammates letting out small giggles, you simply looking down at her with admiration.

“I think you’re too old now for all this partying darling.” You laughed at her watching her face form into a scowl.

“I am 3 months older than you!” She pointed a finger at you, now pouting while looking up into your eyes.

“Well this looks like fun, we’ll leave you two to it then.” Lia spoke for the group as they all began standing from their places, yourself and Steph rising from the couch too so you could say goodbye at the door.

“Bye!” You both waved at the last people before you closed the door, Stephs arms securely wrapped around your waist, head against your chest.

“Let’s get you to bed, cinderella.” You laughed, picking her up by her thighs and carrying her like a koala to your bedroom.

“Thank you, my princess charming.” Steph mumbled into your neck, placing a soft kiss there while you let out a small laugh. Maybe this was like something out of a rom com.

THE END

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final and part 3 of the prelude to my orpheus and eurydice angst fic "doubt comes in" parts two and three (if you would like to read chronologically these come first) part five/finale (a semi-alt ending)

includes: heaven lucifer ofc, a little lore, some blending of greek mythology, still a little, if not more ambiguous than before, luci is still a hopeless romantic but a little unreliable in the narration aspect, the fluff is basically over I gave yall a warning on the last part but here's my formal apology... especially since lucifer calls you humility

tags: @lxkeee @viannasthings @majonla @sapphirecaelis

Suddenly, Lucifer was holding the world in his arms.

A Virtue, asleep in his bed, held to his chest. The very same Virtue he’d admired for so long, sleeping soundly in his embrace as if it were the greatest comfort.

The night of the Celebration, you left after a single dance, going to his home for dinner, where he had the bouquet you gave him on display in his dining room. It was a fight to leave, Lucifer suggesting you stay as he reluctantly walked you toward the door, eventually relenting and letting you kiss him goodbye when you said you’d see him the next day.

And the next, and the next, and so on and so forth, nearly every day being spent together now that you both knew how you felt. You never ran out of things to talk about, and getting to see him was the highlight of your day. Especially when he came to Earth to help you work.

The more time he spent with you, the more he wanted to move with haste and plan an immortal future together; marriage, children, living together, but he had to stop himself, remind himself that you had all the time in the world to move as slowly as you wanted, and a single kiss wasn’t grounds to take off from. For all he knew, you kissed him because you were drunk and only cared for him as a friend.

Which was enough. He’d take whatever care you were willing to give — and this, a night together, was more than enough.

But his loud thoughts woke you up, feeling that he was awake and mumbling, “sleep, Luci.”

He smiled at the way you sleepily said his name, forgetting half of it. He leaned down and kissed the top of your head, your wings stretching before wrapping around him and gently draping over him as you pressed a gentle kiss to his chest, right above his heart.

How soon was too soon in deciding you’d fallen in love?

He’d asked Sera, who’d lifted his ban from the seasons changing the moment he came to the meeting room to announce that he would tell you depending on her answer… one day. “I’ll wait a hundred years.” To beings like you, that was nothing but a blink of an eye, making her laugh.

“You may want to tread carefully,” Sera warned. “You know how Virtues are; sometimes, they abandon you.” Everyone knew the stories of Chastity, Kindness, Charity, or Patience, leaving someone broken-hearted. “They can’t love one thing more than another — and they’ll never love a soul more than they love the Earth. It’s what they were made for.”

“I don’t think that’s true,” he said, shaking his head. “We have free will. Virtues, even if they're born for a purpose, have it, too.”

“Yes, but that free will will never come before their duty,” she said simply. “I’m not telling you that you shouldn’t love Humility — Do it. Love and be loved.” He nodded, warm mood returning to him with Sera’s heartfelt blessing. “But don’t put all of yourself into that love, Lu. You could end up with nothing, while Humility takes it and moves on.” At his silence, she continued, “Have you ever seen the way nature itself fights for a Virtue’s attention?” He thought back, the way animals came to you despite a predator or prey being near. Plants blossomed brighter as you walked by. Winds sang, and the sun beamed while rivers rushed and dived to a fall, a pool of water at your feet. “You have it now, but Humility loves it all equally. You will be loved just the same. Not more or less, but equal; equal to that flower you wear, to a hare she finds needing her help, to the grass and dirt that hare walks across… You can’t expect more.”

“I don’t,” he said quickly, easily.

“And you can never hurt Humility — I’m warning you to respect a Virtue’s duty, to not expect what one can’t give you—“ Lucifer could argue with that, but he held his tongue. “—and I’m also giving my blessing.”

He smiled. “Thank you.”

Perhaps, he never should’ve headed her warning.

He swore to himself that he wouldn’t, but a warning like that could only do one thing; doubt comes in, planting a small seed in his mind that he couldn’t shake, thinking of Sera’s warning every time he was with you and wondering how you truly felt about him. It was to the point that even you noticed.

You’d asked him to come down to Earth with you, taking him to a large pond at the base of a waterfall where a pair of ducks circled. He had been happy to see them, realizing you’d taken notice of a golden duck he had on display despite him never showing you.

“Is everything alright, Luci?” You’d made it a habit of calling him that, first doing it as a joke after he teased you about it, but the joke seemed to stick.

He smiled, huffing a laugh. “You're perceptive.” You shrugged. “Can I ask you something?” You nodded, waiting for him to continue, but there was a beat of silence. You placed a gentle hand on his, but he took it away. Then he quickly took your hand again, making you chuckle.

“You don’t have to hold my hand if you don’t want to.”

“I know.” He gave a reassuring smile, then sighed. “Is it true? Virtues love every living thing equally?”

“Ah,” you laughed, “you spoke to Sera.” He nodded. “The other Virtues didn’t leave the angels they loved because we love everything equally — it’s because they expected something they couldn’t give.” You pursed your lips, unsure of whether this would soothe him or push him away. “Yes, it’s in our nature to love all living things equally, but we don’t love them the same. I could never love a soul the same way I love a river,” you said like it was ridiculous to think so. “Or an animal the way I love another angel. It may, theoretically, be equal, but is an angel equal to the wind?” He shook his head, threading his fingers through yours. “So, I may be sinful in saying this,” you joked, “but that would mean I love you more.”

He took it as an explanation rather than a confession of your feelings, a relieved smile coming to his face before he brought the back of your hand to his lips to kiss gently.

When it came time to transition spring into summer, you let Lucifer help, singing the melody together and flying over Earth as you watched it change. Flowers blossomed and gave you ripe fruits to taste, greenery grew bigger and fuller, and animals basked in the sun as you sang.

All of Heaven could hear your harmony, reveling in how beautiful it was, and how as you sang it, they could feel your warmth — your love.

A love so bright and warm it could burn for eons. A song, so beautiful, that when you sang it the world came into tune.

The song of love.

That was what they began calling it. Hundreds of summers, hundreds of winters. Autumns and springs. For hundreds of years, the two of you sang the song in harmony and Sera’s warning began to mean less and less to Lucifer.

But doubt comes in.

Hundreds of years, and your relationship stayed the same. Hundreds of years, and you never told him you loved him. Hundreds of years, and at the back of his mind he knew why.

Hundreds, and hundreds, and hundreds of years, and humans were brought to the Earth.

The Earth began to change. Your song was hardly needed, and you frequented less and less. Your animals were hunted and your plants were cut down. You could feel every death, every life leaving the Earth. Your power weakened, and your will to do anything about it weakened with it.

“It’s how the world must be,” Sera told you when your grief caused rain on Earth at times where it should’ve been calm. “It’s a part of life, Humility.”

“I understand that, just…” You couldn’t articulate your feelings, giving her the perfect opportunity to tell you,

“As a Virtue, you should love and feel for these humans as much as you do for the life you create and care for.”

“You’re right…” All the other Virtues understand, so why couldn’t you?

Lucifer said it was because Earth was more than just your job. You cared for the mortal world like no other angel did, and that was what he loved about you. It’s why you were so good at what you did.

And as he told you this, he took you to a garden in Heaven. Plants you’d created and cared for lived endlessly, and most importantly, the animals you felt leave the mortal world were immortalized there. They recognized you, coming to you like they had on Earth and making you happier than he’d seen you since things began changing.

Lucifer watched the sullen mood you’d been in wash away, and slowly, you began to spend all of your time in this garden.

And doubt comes in.

To him, you didn’t seem to care whether or not he was with you in the garden, so he left you alone. Day and night, you spent it alone in the garden and he spent it alone in your shared home, falling asleep and waking up without you.

He busied himself with unnatural creations, spending time in his office, working the days away like he used to. You’d come throughout the day, hoping to see him. You’d make lunch and call out to him, but he never seemed to notice. You spent the days alone, opting to go to the garden he showed you and wishing he were there with you.

He started to think, to doubt; It wasn’t that the other Virtues couldn’t give the angels they loved enough, it was that they had all the time in the world to do so, to have them wait while they provided and cared for the Earth. They may have loved them more, but that love could be stretched endlessly.

Before, time was endless on Earth. It was why the seasons needed you, why you never feared the loss of your creations, and why you could say you would love him more. Now, there was a cycle, an order of things, and a hierarchy. All living things you cared for would one day manifest with you in Heaven, where time was once again endless — His immortal life was endless, and he’d always be there for you. You could stretch your love for him as long as he’d let you, while you tended to the garden he showed you.

So no, he wasn’t equal to the wind, but now he was equal to, if not less to you than, a manifested soul.

You could never love him more. How could he expect you to?

And Lucifer went down to Earth, in hopes to feel what you felt, to understand how you could feel plants and animals dying. To see how much it changed.

But he came across someone — a woman. Sera told him she was named Lilith after the beautiful flowers you made bloom, in hopes to lift your resentment of what she and the other elders created.

He left before she could see him, taking a lily with him.

He made his way to the garden, finding you there and tending to the plants.

He cleared his throat to get your attention, making you turn. The smile you gave him made his heart race and wings flutter, you looked so undeniably happy that he was there. He should’ve just come to you like he usually did, he thought regretfully. He had no reason to doubt you when you looked at him that way.

“I brought you something.” He held the flower out to you, watching you take it with so much care. “I went down to Earth today… It hasn’t changed as much as you thought.”

“Really?” You asked hopefully.

“New life comes every spring,” he told you. “It feels more alive than ever… Though it could use your touch.” He watched your smile grow as you looked down at the flower, twirling it in your fingers.

“Maybe we can go down together next time.”

“I’d like that.”

How could he have convinced himself to doubt you so heavily? Why would he, so easily, trust the doubt in his mind more than you?

“I was hoping you’d come here,” you told him after a moment. “I — well — I was hoping I’d get to thank you for showing it to me. I know you’ve been busy with work, but I wanted to tell you: this place helped me feel connected to nature again.” There was a moment of pause before you joked, “I can’t say I’m not glad you didn’t see how weak I was, though…” He’d never heard you speak so quiet and unconfidently, masking it with a flat joke as you refused to look him in the eye, but he heard every word, feeling even worse for what his mind began to tell him. “I understand why you left after you showed me this place… If you want to be alone after the way I reacted—“

He cut you off, quickly bringing you into his embrace. His wings wrapped around you and his head tucked into your shoulder. “I’ve missed you so much.” You sighed, hugging him back and dropping the flower to the ground. “I thought you wanted to be alone.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “I’d rather be alone with you.”

You spent the night together in your home, preparing dinner and enjoying the night like you used to, and the next morning he went with you to the garden. Only to find that an animal had eaten part of the lily you dropped on the garden floor. It looked weak, too sick to even move.

“They’re poisonous?” You asked him, in shock that you didn’t know the changes that happened to your own flowers. You went to the animal to try to use your abilities to heal it, hoping those hadn’t changed, too.

“I didn’t know…” He tried to say, but you didn’t respond. “I can help—“ he reached for the animal and you turned away, wings flaring to put distance between you. He took a shocked step back, scrambling to explain himself, “I didn’t mean to bring… poison into your garden, Humility—”

“I know,” you said weakly, doubting.

“It’ll be okay,” he told you. It was already dead, he couldn’t remind you.

Again, “I know.” You knew, and that was why it was so upsetting. Not even in death could a soul escape suffering. How was that fair?

“Let me help. Please.” But he was met with silence, not even a response of you shaking your head.

Instead, a gentle breeze began to blow, a song flowing through the garden. The same song you’d sung for hundreds of years. As it continued, the winds got stronger, flowers bloomed brighter, plants got taller, and the little animal in front of you perked up and scurried away.

There it was again.

He wondered if Sera was right, if he truly did distract you. If you’d done nothing but tend to the garden and your power had recovered more than he ever could’ve helped you to do, there was no doubt.

“Why are they changing everything I create?” But he didn’t hear your frustrated question. “Can everything I care for now be hurt?” He didn’t hear your voice break as you begged for an answer, hoping that he, as a Seraph, would know and tell you if he did.

But he didn’t hear anything over his own doubtful thoughts. All he saw was you get up and walk away from him, wings wrapped around yourself to bring yourself comfort as if he’d purposely brought poison into your garden.

He took what was left of the flower and left the garden, once again going to earth. He’d find you something else, he decided. He’d make sure you knew he didn’t bring you a poisonous flower on purpose. He’d make sure you didn’t resent him, like you resented the humans and the way the Earth changed.

He’d make sure he knew every change that was made and make sure it couldn’t upset you. He’d make sure you never pushed him away like that again—

“What a beautiful flower.” He paused, looking ahead of him to see that same woman once again. “It’s poisonous, you know?” Lucifer looked down at it. He knew now. “It can be hard to tell, but I can show you the ones that aren’t — though, I thought angels would know.”

“A lot has changed,” he muttered, surprised she was speaking to him.

And perhaps that was where it started, where he began to learn about this new Earth through her, under the guise of relaying the information to you.

But he never did.

Instead, he kept coming back. He didn’t retrieve anything for you, but he spoke to her every time. He listened to her cry and comforted her if he could.

He found a friend in this woman; in Lilith… And then he found something more.

He showed her his creations, something he’d never shown you, and he beamed at the way she appreciated them, eyes full of wonder. He spent the night with her in The Garden and showed her the warmth of the moss covered cave, where they sat and talked just as you’d done. Only she lied next to him where you sat so far away.

And then she told him she loved him.

Something you never said.

But you didn’t have to. You showed it;

in the way you stayed up and waited, waited to apologize for pushing him away, for walking away and getting so upset. In the way you fell asleep in an armchair in the living room and woke up when he came home in the morning, not even noticing you and going up to his study. In the way you greeted him warmly when he came down, though he didn’t give you time to apologize. In the way you held him like he was what you treasured most, like he was something you didn’t want to lose. In the way you asked to see what he was working on. In the way you let him leave.

In the way you let him tell you he was in love with someone else.

“I didn’t realize it until now — all I wanted was to get more knowledge of the Earth, to bring to you; to show you I cared,” he gave explanation after explanation as you stood in the garden he showed you, and you thought you should’ve questioned why you were spending the evening together.

But he suddenly stopped, shutting his mouth and pausing to look over you.

He’d never seen you cry. Not once. He’d seen you upset, he’d seen you overjoyed, he’d seen you devastated just months ago, but he’d never seen you cry — and to think, the first time he did, it was because he was making you cry. Because he hurt you.

He tried to reach out, and this time you didn’t push him away. It was worse. Your arms hugged your shoulders and your wings wrapped around yourself as you stared at the ground, taking a cowering step away from him. He wished you’d turn your back on him, spare him from seeing what he’d done, but you didn’t.

There was a long silence as you urged yourself to calm down, breathing slowly.

Finally, you said, “I don’t fault you for falling in love.” His throat tightened as you finally turned away from him. He was wrong. That wasn’t what he wanted at all. Not like this. “I want you to be happy. If this is what makes you happy then… Then, I’m happy for you.”

“But I did give you a chance to leave,” you wanted to remind him, but he spoke before you could, “Don’t lie to me,” he said, begging and sounding completely defeated. You’d never lied to him before, but he knew you were now. “I know you—”

Instead you reminded him, “Then you know that I love you. I always have… I should’ve said it more than I did, I know, but I never thought you’d doubt me.”

And he could hear it over and over; your reassurance, and your confession. You told him long before he ever told you.

“But,” you mocked his silence, resentment he knew you would eventually feel for him seeping into your voice as you said, “you know how Virtues are.”

Sometimes, they abandon you.

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warnings: stepcest, marking, piercings, creampies, fem reader, reader is lifted, degradation & praise, oral (both), multiple orgasms, hard s*x soft feelings

It had been a long day.

You sigh and let your bag fall to the entry floor as you toe off your shoes. As the only quirkless member of the Todoroki family you never had a shot at hero work, but that never meant you had no interest in the hero industry. You finally made it into your preferred field a few months ago, a new hire at your stepmother’s ex’s agency in their crisis management department. Whenever a hero or sidekick makes a mistake or a villain causes too much damage before they’re apprehended, you’re behind the scenes doing as much as you can to fix the lives of those affected.

All in all… paperwork is a bitch.

An irritated puff expels through your nose as you nearly trip over an extra pair of shoes in the foyer, but your irritation dispels when you lay eyes on a worn pair of charcoal converse. You sigh.

“Touya?” you call out as you pad down the hall.

“Living room.” His voice is tired, a sleep laden rasp in his throat.

You sweep through the open kitchen, drop your keys on the counter, and make your way to the living room. You lean in the doorway when you catch sight of him sprawled out on your couch, half under one of the softer throws your stepmom got you for Christmas a couple years ago. The light from the tv bathes him in a silver sheen, highlighting his jet-black hair and glinting off the triple helix on his ear, the gift you’d gotten him for his last birthday.

Touya shifts a little more upright as you come into his line of sight and reaches for the lamp on the side table. The soft yellow light helps, makes him look warmer. The picturesque tattoos of burning hemlock dancing up his forearms and disappearing under his shirt look more lively, and you can see the smile on his face as he looks at you.

But he still looks tired.

“Long day?”

You scoff and then laugh a little, your shoulders sagging as you slouch over to the couch. He opens the blanket in invitation and you crawl in beside him, sighing as he wraps an arm around you, your head dropping onto his shoulder.

“Yeah,” you mumble softly, sighing again as he kisses the top of your head. You return the kiss with one to the side of his neck, your lips pressing to the inky vines winding down his throat. “You?”

“Yeah,” he mutters. His voice is a comfortable rumble against your back. “Somethin’ like that.”

Touya uses your apartment as a personal hideout, ever since you leased the place. At his age he's expected to be living on his own by now, but Rei has a soft spot for her eldest son and won't push him out of the nest. Since he promised you he wouldn't argue with your father, he ends up at your place more often than not. Your dad is the type to be optimistic, encouraging, and stern, and Touya doesn't have the best track record with nurturing authority types—or authority figures in general really—given how strict Endeavor was when it came to raising his children.

He squints at the screen as if just noticing it was on. "Movie's comin' on. Wanna watch it with me?"

"Sure. I think I wanted to see this one, but let me change first."

A short trip to your room is enough to shed your office clothes and slip into a tank top and sleep shorts before you're back in his arms, wiggling until you're comfortable and he’s grumbling at you to settle the fuck down.

It may seem odd from the outside looking in to be this close, but it's always been this way with your step-siblings. Natuso and Fuyumi were the middle children, working hard on their futures when your parents hit it off, so it made sense that the eldest and youngest were the ones who latched onto you the hardest.

Shoto was polite in the beginning—earnest, really—and before long he was looking to you for approval even after he graduated from Yuuei. Touya saw you as another little sibling to look after, in his own way. From the moment you’d moved in, it felt like he was doing his best to make sure there was a place in their family where you fit. You always got the sense it was because he felt like an outlier himself. You were just happy to be accepted, and you adored them both, all of them of course.

Barely halfway through the movie, Touya shifts and his hand slides around to your stomach to hold you more comfortably. It makes you warm, dangerously so.

You’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t enjoy how touchy-feely Touya always is, and he always seems to be seeking physical comfort from you. He holds your hand when he walks you to the store, always needs a hug before he leaves, and if he doesn't get a kiss on his cheek before he’s out the door, he will pout at you (aka lots of snark and rolled eyes) until you give in.

“You’re shifting a lot tonight, doll. You good?” Touya hums behind you, sounding distracted and you realize you’d been rubbing yourself back against his—

“Sorry!” you whisper, face flaming.

“Don’t worry about it.” After a minute he mutters under his breath about how warm you are. “Don’t tell me you’re my real sister after all, 's like you're on fire.”

“We can take the blanket off—”

“Nah, ‘m fuckin’ freezing, feels good. My hands are cold, can I?”

“You fucker!” you yelp as he pushes his palms under your shirt, his hands like ice on your skin. His smirk is almost tangible behind you as he reprimands you for squirming when he’s doing his best to battle the sudden chill.

“Keep still, would ya?”

You try to kick his shins but he outmaneuvers you, pinning your legs under his own. He chuckles under his breath as the two of you scuffle for a couple moments, tugging you closer until you give up with an exaggerated huff.

“You good now? You’re missing the movie.”

You grumble as you settle, but your heart still races.

During your half-hearted wrestling attempt it had been easy to miss, but now that you’re relaxed into him again you’re becoming aware of the way Touya is heating up behind you. His palm is nearly searing the skin on your navel now, but you’re too distracted by what’s unmistakably digging into your back at the moment.

You know you’re not supposed to get a flutter of anticipation, but it shudders up your spine anyways. Every now and then his hips rock forward like he can’t help himself, and every time they do, that telltale heat building hot and impatient beneath your skin grows.

His fingers are playing with your waistband like they have so many times before. You’re holding your breath as he dips a little lower than usual and you find yourself wondering, telling yourself you’re not hoping for it…but is this the night he’s finally going to cross the line he’s spent so much time dancing around?

You’ve always known. This dance has been happening for a while. You’ve noticed the way he looks at you, and holds you too close, and you feel guilty knowing just how much you enjoy the attention. He always seems to hold himself back though, neither one of you truly acknowledging the heightening desire that builds in the dark.

Your gasp feels loud when his hand firmly slides into your panties—long fingers toying with the apex of your mound, a breath away from the bundle of nerves that feels like a live current desperate for a trigger—but it’s barely more than a tense inhale.

Touya’s lips are almost on your ear, his breath hot as his words push both of you towards an uncharted precipice.

“This okay?”

You know that this is the moment to turn back. If you say something now, he’ll remove his hand and go back to watching the movie.

Your heart pounds rapidly as you think, but something heated and needy coils tight in you. If you deny him now, would he ever have the courage to come after you again? Displeasure rises bitterly at the thought of him distancing himself from you. You want him. Maybe you’ve always wanted him.

“Mhm,” you manage, breathing just a little too hard to be casual, and you feel his grin against your neck.

“That’s my girl.”

Hot pleasure sparks beneath your skin at his words, but it’s nothing compared to the electric shock as his fingers slip between your embarrassingly wet folds.

“That’s my slut,” Touya groans sharply, his tone low and laced with thinly veiled desire. “Do you know how wet you are? I always knew you were a needy little thing.”

You whine as he parts your folds, tracing over your hole and up to your clit. It’s almost twitching with the desire to be touched, white hot and wanting. “Touya, please.”

“Can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to hear that,” he mumbles, tongue pressing to your neck, kissing and biting at the sensitive skin there as he obliges you. You moan breathily and uncontrolled as he circles the bud delicately, again and again. “You sound so good sayin’ my name like that, doll.”

He’s rocking his hips into you steadily now, grinding against your back.

Heat and frustration is building steadily as your step-sibling continues to play with you, and you realize that he is quite literally playing with you—switching between the way he touches your clit, moving from circling it gently to tapping it, rolling it between his fingers.

Touya knows to be thorough, to find out exactly what you like, to make this unforgettable. He’s listening and paying close attention to the way you react to his every touch. Every now and then slender fingers slide down and he presses a digit or two into your soaked cunt, now dripping obscenely, curling them lazily as he searches for what makes your body sing.

Even with his lazy movements, you can feel something coiling tight inside you. Whatever this is between you, it's been too long coming, your hips jerking as pleasure threatens to undo you. But before you can be taken apart, Touya slips his fingers from your waistband.

You whine at the loss, whipping your head towards him only for him to grasp your chin and pull you closer, his tongue prying your lips apart and delving inside. His fingers are still slick from your juices, gripping your chin tighter as he shifts you under him, supporting his weight on one arm as he kisses you like this is his last chance to.

You don’t have the coherency to tell him it’s not, dizzy with want by the time he pulls back. His sapphire eyes darken when you wrap a leg around his hips to instinctively keep him close, his lips glistening in the flickering light of the tv.

“Tell me you want this.” He stares down at you intently, holding your gaze as he waits for your admission.

There’s no point in denying it anymore. Of course you do.

“I want you.”

Touya grabs at your thigh curled around him and pushes it off, smirking at your pout as he sits back on the couch. “‘S cute, but don’t make that face. Strip all that off, and c’mere.”

You all but scramble as he pats his lap, pulling your shirt over your head and bra following quickly, equal parts pleased and embarrassed when you see the way his gaze is locked on you, trailing down your exposed skin. As you slip the last of your clothing down your legs and step out of it you look at him, confused when he just sits there watching you.

“Aren’t you gonna…” you trail off, eyebrows furrowing.

Touya perks an eyebrow at you. “Didn’t I say c’mere? We were watchin’ a movie, weren’t we?”

His voice is too light, and you know that tone. He’s up to something, but big brother Touya is always up to something. And he always gets his way. So instead of questioning him again, you do what he wants and you settle into his lap, only making a small noise of complaint when he faces you away from him.

He clicks his teeth. “Don’t be a brat now, you were being such a good girl earlier.”

“You’re not being fair,” you mumble, squirming. “Why’m I the only one naked?”

“Cause you’re prettier than me.” He’s teasing and you know it.

Your protest is cut off as he yanks you back against his chest and cups your breasts, slender fingers pulling at your nipples and rolling them.

“Fuck!”

“My cute little whore has such a dirty mouth,” Touya purrs in your ear. “Just sit still. Lemme touch.”

You try, you really do. He kneads at your breasts, smoothes his hands down your body, exploring you languidly. It’s impossible.

“Touya—” you break off with a squeak as he bites your shoulder in reprimand. “Hey!”

Touya laves his tongue over the stinging mark and coos. “Aw did that hurt?”

“A little…”

“Want my cock to make it better?”

You suck in a breath. It comes out of his mouth like a sweet invitation, but there’s just enough insecurity in his cocky tone for you to hear (that only you could hear) that you know he’s uncertain of your answer. His heart is pounding against your back, further betraying his underlying anxiety.

Not one to torture your loved ones, you squirm back on him. “Make it better, Touya. Make me feel better.”

“Say it,” he demands, turning your head to look at him.

Blue eyes glare down at you desperately, searching for any hint that you’re playing him. You’re quick to douse the flames of doubt.

“Fuck me,” you whine. “I want your cock.”

“Shit,” Touya breathes, flopping back against the couch, hiking you further up his lap so he can reach the button of his jeans and pop it open.

You moan at the feeling of something warm and hard sliding between your thighs as he shifts you back into place, before spreading your legs over his own.

"Eyes on the movie, doll," Touya rasps, teasing your slit with the head of his cock. "You wanted to watch it, remember?"

You wanted the chance to see him, the disappointment welling in your chest evaporating as quickly as it appears at the feel of him pushing the head in and out of your soaking heat.

"What about you?" Your last word cuts off in a gasp as he pushes into you fully, his girth spreading you open.

"Was never watchin’ the movie," he breathes, a groan hitching in his throat as the walls of your cunt squeezes him in a vice grip.

It feels different, and not just taboo different.

"Touya, what's that?" You moan as something—several cool to the touch somethings—rub against the front wall of your pussy, making your toes curl as pleasure bolts from nerve to nerve.

“I’ll show you later,” he groans impatiently, his hands fumbling on your hips to hold you still. “J-just, fuck— Lay back, would you?”

You comply, and Touya sinks lower on the couch, his feet on the floor to give him the leverage to fuck into you, each stroke slow and languid. Pleasure courses through your veins, hot and sticky, your eyes pinching closed as you focus on the feel of him.

He’s so long and wonderfully girthy—just enough to feel stretched, the fat head of his cock touching deep every time he sinks into you—but you can’t get over the scrape of those…god, what are those?

You can’t think, your moans splitting the thick air of the living room, legs quivering under his touch as he smooths his palms along your spread thighs. You’re both lost in a loop of exhilaration and long awaited satisfaction, your hips jerking into his every time he sinks in deep and grinds.

His teeth meet your shoulder again, digging into the same grooves he left behind before. Your thoughts are sluggish beyond the haze of pleasure but it feels like he’s marking you, leaving something of himself behind. The thought chases away the sharp sting, winds a sudden coil in your gut, and you suck in a breath as something white flashes behind your eyelids.

“Touya!”

“Yeah, I feel it,” Touya moans behind you—moans, and the sound of it has you clenching around him hard, forcing a choked groan from his lips. “Fuck yeah, doll. Keep squeezin’ my cock like that. Perfect little slut, touch yourself for me.”

With shaky hands you begin to circle your own clit, lightly, the added stimulation threatening to unravel you right now, but you don’t want this to end. Not yet. It feels so good; whines and broken iterations of his name are all you feel capable of.

“Tell me how it feels.” There’s a desperate edge in his voice now, tight with desire and something else, something that sets you alight from head to toe.

“It feels so good! So warm, ‘m gonna—” It’s a borderline sob now, with you feeling as if you’re dangling on the edge of something dangerous. You’re almost scared of the blooming sparks in your belly, but you wretchedly race towards them anyways.

Touya’s thrusts grow a little frenzied, the wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of you loud in your ears. He’s panting, his groans ragged, barely holding on himself.

“Tell me you love me.”

His voice is rough, but so impossibly tender—needy. Your mind short circuits at the sound, pleasure igniting in your belly and your hand reaches back to tangle in his hair as you fall apart.

Touya groans, one hand tight on your hip as you spasm around his cock, his other reaching around to replace yours, gently circling your clit to help you ride out your orgasm.

“Touya! I love you, Touya—oh, god!”

Touya stiffens and shudders as pleasure melts the base of his spine, zipping up along it, pressing his forehead to your shoulder as he spills inside you with a low whimper. “F-fuck—”

You both sag into the couch, chests heaving as you wind down from your respective highs. You squirm at the feeling of him softening in you before he grumbles something unintelligible and pulls you down onto your side with him.

His heart races against your back as he pushes a pillow into place—letting you use his arm as one yourself—and you wonder if he can feel the way yours is threatening to beat out of your chest.

He’s still pressed stubbornly close to you, the rough edge of his jeans pressing into the back of your thighs as he tries to stay buried in your pussy for as long as he can, but he still remains silent behind you, his breath hot on your neck.

“I love you, Touya.”

You say it again, softly this time. You want him to hear it when you’re not swimming in pleasure; you want him to hear just how much you mean it.

Touya hums, a low contented sound. “Always knew ya did.”

He sounds like he always does, snarky, but there’s a warmth in his voice that betrays his happiness.

“So what now?”

“Now we finish your damn movie, and then you need a shower. You’re kinda a mess right now,” he purrs devilishly in your ear, making you shiver even as a new bolt of heat strikes down your spine.

“And then?” You moan as he finally slips out of you, cheeks heating at the feel of his cum spilling out between your thighs.

Touya reaches a hand between your legs, lazily sliding his fingers through the mess. “And then I fuck you the way I really wanted to. I need to see the face you make when I make you cum. Hope you know I’m not usually this sweet ‘nd gentle, right? Think you can take it?”

“So you were just being nice to me?” you tease gently, pushing your ass back towards him. “Do you think I’m that delicate?”

“You better not be.”

“Try me.”

A low groan pulls from his throat and Touya bundles you off the couch. You scramble to your feet before you can fall, and turn to look at him.

Your breath catches in your throat at the sight of him, sapphire eyes dark and blown, desire etched into the hard lines on his face. His jeans are low on his hips and he tugs his shirt over his head and tosses it onto the couch.

Your eyes trace over the garden of ink on his torso, a swirling mass of flames and flowers that you’ve spent plenty of time admiring in the past. It’s nothing you haven’t seen before, used to Touya lounging around the house in the warmer months in nothing but a pair of shorts, but with the darky, needy look in his eyes as he prowls towards you… It’s different now. He’s not stripping to get comfortable.

Anticipation thrills up your spine.

“Shower, now,” Touya rasps, herding you down the hallways towards your room. “And I better not catch you whinin’ cause I ain’t stoppin’ ‘til I’m through with you.”

Sunlight pours through the small gap of your bedroom blinds, but that’s not what wakes you. You’re far too used to it for that. You’re not sure what it is exactly that has you blinking awake.

Maybe it has something to do with the arm wrapped around your waist, or the thigh curled over your own. It could be the mild soreness between your legs, or possibly the stinging sensation of multiple bite marks across your body, courtesy of the perpetrator currently lightly snoring into your shoulder.

You gently turn over, detangling yourself from his limbs as quietly as possible. Touya has always been a somewhat heavy sleeper, so it’s not like it’s hard; but he really isn't a good morning person, so the last thing you want to do is wake him.

He mumbles something and flips onto his stomach, not waking for a moment.

You gaze at him for a moment, eyes soft. His hair is a mess, inky strands sprawled across the section of his face not buried in the pillow. After smoothing the wayward tresses covering his eyes, you sit up slowly, your gaze drawn to the ink twisting up his back. Your fingers trace the lines with quiet reverence.

It really is beautiful; you know it took Touya a long time to get it all done. The hemlock on his forearms drooping and smoking from the surrounding flame turn to vines as they spread out up his biceps, shoulders, and throat. You know on his front the vines swirl throughout a meadow of baby’s breath and gladioli down his collarbone and chest, but on his back they weave around a breathtaking lotus that’s shedding its petals one by one, the ones that fall gathering in a pile at the dip of his spine.

“Ya done starin’?”

You jump as he rolls onto his side to smirk at you, eyes droopy and tired. Touya chuckles at your expression and tugs you to his chest, giving a low groan as he tries to get comfortable again.

“Touya, wait—”

“Just go back to sleep, alright? It’s still fuckin’ early,” he mumbles gruffly, closing his eyes.

But your eyes are wide open, filled with panic. “I said wait, Touya!” you hiss desperately, struggling in his hold to sit back up.

You can feel the heat of mortification storming across your body as you maintain eye contact with the youngest Todoroki, who’s standing silently in the doorway of your bedroom.

His two-tone eyes are unreadable, but you know your younger brother well enough by now to know that the slight pull of his eyebrows means he’s shocked, that the miniscule purse of his lips means he’s upset.

Not that you can blame him. Walking in on your step-sister naked in bed with your older brother is not exactly prime model behavior.

“S-shoto,” you whisper, pitched and panicked. “I, uh…”

Oh, god, there’s no good way to explain this. You’re frozen, too petrified to even shield your body from his hard stare. You’re covered in bites and bruises, hair a mess and you can almost feel your relationship with Shoto shattering to dust when Touya groans dramatically and shoves his face in the pillow.

“Seriously, Shoto, your timing is fuckin’ awful. It’s too goddamn early for this. Try again later.”

Shoto glares at his brother and you can only gape at him as he drops his bag in the doorway and sits on the edge of your bed, right by your side. “You’re too impatient, nii-san. We agreed that we were going to wait.”

“Plans change.” Touya’s words are still muffled into the pillow, resiliently clinging to the notion that sleep is not yet lost. “Snooze ‘nd you lose.”

“Wait, what?”

Shoto doesn’t answer your question, a pout forming on his lips as he traces the teeth marks on your shoulder with a gentle touch. He doesn’t miss the slight wince of your expression; Touya had marked that same spot several times over last night.

“He was so rough with you,” Shoto says softly. “I would have been gentle.”

Touya snorts and raises his head. “Fuck off, I was gentle. …the first time.”

Shoto rolls his eyes. “Kinda hard to believe when she’s covered in teeth marks.”

You’re too busy reeling to take much notice of their bickering.

It’s Shoto; straight-laced, kind, upstanding Shoto. The Todoroki family’s shining star. Why isn’t he telling you how sick this is, and demanding to know what you were thinking crossing the bounds of family in such a forbidden manner?

Shoto notices your rising agitation and murmurs something soothing, trying to catch your attention by cradling your face in his palms. His eyebrows furrow gently at the sight of your quickly welling tears.

“We love you.” He says it simply, like that’s all there is to know.

Touya sits up swiftly since he obviously isn’t going to get to go back to sleep, and croons at you as he kisses the back of your neck, “Want us to prove it, doll?”

Shoto glares at his brother over your shoulder, unimpressed. “You already got to be with her.”

“And I’m gonna have her again. If you want her at all you’re gonna learn how to fuckin’ share, little brother.”

Why didn’t you see it all before?

Shoto has always clung to you. He was almost as desperate for your attention as Touya right from the start. He always insisted you help him study, even when you were certain he knew the material already; he would ask you to cook dinner with him on his nights.

When he graduated he insisted you visit him every weekend so you wouldn’t drift apart; it was him who suggested his father’s agency for your internship, where he debuted as a hero a few years ago. He even wrote your recommendation letter. He would always swing by in the morning with your coffee order, and without fail walked you to your car every night.

His love just wasn’t as obvious, at least not to you. His hugs were quick, like he didn’t want to be touched; his kisses might as well have been ghostlike, like he couldn’t handle being that close. You always thought he was just copying his big brother, but out of obligation, not desire.

“You love me?” You whisper the words looking at Shoto, but the question is for both of them.

"Of course—"

“Don’t be stupid, doll,” Touya mumbles, cutting him off and sucking another bruise into a miraculously unmarked portion of your neck. “‘Course we do.”

Shoto quietly brushes a stray tear from the apple of your cheeks, his lips following soon after. They’re warm, soft against your skin.

He smiles.

“You weren’t around when we were growing up, so it’s not obvious to you how much we’ve changed for the better since you joined our family. I can’t imagine the person I’d be right now if it weren’t for the way I feel about you.”

“Shoto…”

Shoto pulls back, his smile still warming his face, but smaller, calmer. “Especially Touya. I think if it weren’t for you, he would have left us a long time ago. Our father wasn’t…well, you brought him back.”

You stiffen in surprise, and Touya grumbles under his breath, trying to cover his embarrassment with coarseness. “Brat. Don’t go spoutin’ that shit now.”

Shoto makes a low huff of amusement before tugging you out of the eldest’s arms, ignoring Touya’s growl of protest.

“Let me have you to myself for just a minute,” Shoto breathes.

And then he’s kissing you. His touch is so sweet and he’s so warm that you can’t help but melt into him. No part of him is shying away from you now as he pushes himself between your legs, strong arms guiding you back down to the bed.

He’s unyielding as his tongue traces the seam of your lips, a heady desperation fueling him that you can’t help but get swept up in, parting your lips for him with a breathy moan. Shoto hums, his tongue meeting yours tentatively until your fingers curl into the collar of his shirt and tug him closer, and he crumbles. The kiss grows wet, fervent, your head swimming as he refuses to relent, content to taste you even as your legs curl around his waist, spelling your impatience.

“Calm down,” he mumbles against your lips, giving you a small break as he nips gently at your neck, his tongue soothing the bite marks decorating your throat. “There’s no need to rush any of this.”

“I don’t want to wait.” You gasp as his lips move lower, sucking and kissing at your collarbone, down the valley of your breasts, down your navel. Sparks follow the trail he’s making, down to where he stops, his eyes staring in disapproval of more bites scattered across the insides of your thighs.

His eyes are sharp as they look to you then Touya when your head falls back onto your pillows, covering your face in embarrassment.

“Is there no part of her you left untouched?”

Shoto glares at him, but Touya stares back, both smug and aroused.

“Nope.”

“You’re an animal.”

“She liked it.”

“Oh my god, stop talking!” you whine, forearms still covering your face. Excitement and arousal is making your body hot and you’re desperate for Shoto to keep going, but you know they could bicker forever. You’ve seen it plenty of times.

His mismatched eyes soften as they flash back to you, and he leans to pull your arms down. When he’s satisfied you’re watching him he continues, pressing his lips to the juncture where your thighs meet your mound.

Your chest feels tight with anticipation as his fingers grope at your thighs, kneading the plush flesh before sliding around to cup your ass. You moan when he inhales the scent of your growing arousal before his tongue peeks out to part your folds, flattening and dragging up through your slit. As he reaches the bundle of nerves at the top, he retreats, blowing on the nub lightly. Shoto’s head swims at the sound of your whine, so he does it again, desperate to hear you make that sound again.

Shoto’s fingers dig into the swell of your ass as he groans and pulls you closer, his tongue delving into your dripping cunt and lapping at your juices. You’re propped on your forearms, watching him with hazy eyes as he tastes you, your chest heaving at the assault of sensations.

He’s gentler than Touya, but that doesn’t make it any less intense. Your fingers grip the sheets tightly as he slurps at your cunt, his tongue blistering on your slit as he draws it up to flick over your swollen clit. You keen when he seals his lips around it and sucks, the touch hot and wet.

The sloppy sounds of him savoring you make your body ignite, your arousal spilling onto the sheets even though you haven’t cum. You’re desperate to, but Shoto’s movements are slow and deliberate—you can tell he’s nowhere near finished.

Teal and brown eyes are not quite closed but far-seeing, as if he’s lost in something—in you. The sight of it tightens something in you, has your shaking fingers reaching for him until they tangle in the crimson strands of his left side. Shoto’s groan devolves into a whine as you tug him closer, the vibrations of his noises making your eyes roll back. The younger Todoroki doesn’t resist your grasp, he leans into it, his tongue moving deeper, more desperate.

You make a noise of approval, your hips jumping when his fingers slip into you, prodding at your walls until your legs snap closed around his cheeks. He looks drunk cushioned between your thighs, the wet sounds and his moans melding together and making your mind melt.

“Fuckin’ shit,” Touya rasps beside you, on his knees now as his fingers form a tight ring around the head of his cock.

Your head turns to him, moaning when he shuffles towards you and presses the head of his cock against your lips.

“Open up, doll. You’re killin’ me, sound so good like that.”

With a soft whimper, you part your lips and he feeds his cock into your mouth with a relieved sigh. As he pushes deeper you drag your tongue over each metal bar on the underside of his cock, gentle with the balled ends, counting five as they push deeper.

Last night in the shower Touya finally let you have a look, grinning at your wide eyed expression as you carefully brushed your fingers along his Jacob's ladder. He’d hissed under his breath as you nudged the last set, the lorum at the base of his shaft.

“Easy, that one’s new.”

That’s what you’re reaching for now as his fingers thread through your hair, his groans rough as he pulls you deeper onto his cock, your tongue swirling at the furthermost metal beads. You preen as he curses at the wet touch of your tongue ghosting the edge of his balls.

Touya pulls out slowly before thrusting back into your mouth; you’re trying your best not to gag, swallowing rapidly as his head touches the back of your throat.

“That’s a good slut,” Touya hisses, holding your head flush to his pelvis. His cock throbs at the feel of your throat closing around him, his head tossing back. “Pay attention to me.”

You whimper around Touya’s cock as Shoto gives a harsh suck on your clit, uncharacteristic of his attentions so far, and your watery gaze flicks downward to see Shoto leveling a heated stare at his brother again.

Touya takes notice, a lopsided grin spreading across his face as leers back at his little brother. “What, don’t like me calling it like it is? She really is a good little whore for me, you know. You should’ve heard the way she screamed for me last night.”

You moan around his length as one of Touya’s hands closes around your neglected breasts, his fingers pulling at the hardened nubs to hear the desperate sounds you make as he rocks in and out of your mouth.

“You shouldn’t call her that,” Shoto mumbles, his eyes glazed as he watches you writhe under his brother’s touch. His chin and cheeks are smeared with your arousal. The beginning beads of sweat have his hair sticking to his forehead.

Touya shrugs.

“She seems fine with it. Hasn’t complained.” He eases out of your throat and watches you inhale sharply, taking in the much needed oxygen.

“Still.”

The younger one sits up and slides off the bed, a smile tugging at his lips at your whine of protest. Shoto pulls his shirt over his head, ruffling his hair and dropping it to your floor before popping the button of his jeans, hooking his thumbs in the waistband to push them off.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ve only just started,” Shoto breathes, returning to the bed with a new fire in his eyes.

You inhale shakily at the sight of him exposed, the rippling muscle a sharp contrast to Touya’s lean figure. The eldest is healthy, and in no way out of shape, but Shoto’s strict training regimen has his body in peak physical condition.

There’s clean white and pink scars littering his chest from his escapades as a hero, but it does nothing to take away from his beauty. As he steps closer to you, your eyes trail downward to his pelvis where his cock bobs between his legs looking painfully hard, the pretty pink tip drooling. Your eyes widen; it looks heavy, thick, unable to bear its own weight and leaning to the left. At the base is a well-kept patch of hair that matches his split coloration just like the rest of his body hair.

As if sensing your trepidation at his brother’s size, Touya narrows his eyes and rests back on his haunches so you can take a moment to get adjusted. Shoto pulls you to the edge of the bed, spreading your thighs and standing between them as his hungry stare roves over your glistening cunt before snapping up to meet your gaze. He slides his length between your dripping folds and takes in a harsh breath at the feel of you.

His voice is soft, a light tremble to it the only tell of his nerves. “Do you want me to use a—”

“No,” you mumble shyly, fighting the urge to cover your face as his cheeks pinken at your immediate denial. “I wanna feel you, Sho’.”

“Okay,” he returns, sounding dazed. “Okay.”

Shoto drags the thick head of his cock through your juices again, lubricating himself fully before pressing himself against your fluttering hole, completely focused on the way you respond as he eases himself into your warmth.

You moan loudly at the immediate stretch, head thrown back as he slowly enters you. His eyebrows furrow at your tight heat, and he groans lowly in his chest as he coaches himself internally not to just hilt himself in you.

A strangled sound works its way up both your throats as he drags his hips back and pushes in again, trying to work himself deeper.

“Sho,” you gasp, fingers digging into the sheets as he sinks another inch into you, your eyes screwing shut. He’s so thick you don’t understand it. It doesn’t hurt, but it’s overwhelming, fighting the urge to let your eyes roll back into your head.

“You’re so beautiful,” Shoto chokes out, gripping your thighs tightly to ground himself. “So tight, so perfect. Feels like you’re made for me.”

“Holy fuck.” The words come from Touya, and you barely register the slick sound as the eldest slowly works his fist over his cock. Sapphire eyes lock on to where your drooling cunt is struggling to accommodate even two thirds of his younger brother’s cock.

You can feel yourself getting more desperate, wanting to ground yourself to something, but there’s nothing to hold onto.

Touya eyes the way your chest heaves, goosebumps rising on his skin at the hiccuping mewls you keep making. With an amused huff, he drops his cock and shifts closer until he’s sitting at your side. Shoto glares at him as he gets closer gripping your thighs possessively, but the heat falls short, the feeling of your slick walls too much.

“Just keep going,” Touya mutters gruffly, staring down at your trembling figure as opposed to making eye contact with his little brother. “You should be doin’ this yourself, but as much as I like watchin’ her squirm, she likes it when I touch her.”

His slender fingers trace over your mound before his thumb presses into your throbbing clit.

“F-fuck!” you warble out as heat strikes low in your belly, and Shoto echoes you with a groan as your cunt flutters around him as if trying to suck him deeper.

“There’s that dirty mouth,” Touya coos, voice dripping with playful condescension. He rubs slow, soothing circles around your clit, his eyes almost predatory with hunger. “That feel better? Bet you’re soaking now. Want him to just shove it in you, hmm?”

“Y-yes, yes!” you whine, teary eyes flickering from Touya to Shoto, desperate, pleading. “Want more, Shoto, please. Deeper!”

Shoto shakes at the pure need in your tone, his thighs tensing as his cock throbs. “Shit, sweetheart. Are you sure?”

“Please!”

“You heard her.” Touya retracts his hand, sucking the traces of your arousal off his fingers as he retreats further onto the bed.

Shoto barely hears him, adjusting his grip so that he’s holding your hips as he firmly fucks himself deeper. The gape of your lips, the tears clinging to your lashes: that’s all he can see as he’s finally seated in your pussy. It feels like the heat of you is going to melt him. He groans as you wrap your thighs around his waist and leans down to capture your lips.

You’re taking him like it’s nothing now, your tits pressed against his chest as you arch into him, hips bucking into his as he fucks you slow. His kiss is hot, quick, desperate, but he has to fuck you slow or he’s going to lose it. His body tingles with pleasure as your moans spill into his throat, your nails raking down his back as you ground yourself.

Shoto’s mind swims as you mewl his name against his lips over and over. His head feels full of cotton as his thrusts begin to get a little sharper, jostling the bed. His grip on your hips tightens as he pulls you steadily back into each thrust, pupils blowing out at the way your cries get more desperate, your back arching as your walls clamp and spasm around him. There’s a gush of slick coating his pelvis and the tops of his thighs now, but Shoto doesn’t stop; his hands slip under your back, grasping you tightly as he pulls you up off the bed completely.

You sink deeper onto his cock with a high squeal, and Shoto cups your ass to hold you up a little, widening his stance so he can fuck into you steadily. You whimper at the overstimulation, your teeth finding his collarbone as Shoto mumbles breathlessly.

"A little more, sweetheart. Just a little more, you're doing so good."

Touya snorts. "Now who's an animal?"

Shoto whines and turns, sitting back onto the bed and laying back, raising your hips so he can watch his length pumping into you. Your release is shining between your thighs, everywhere really, sticking to his thighs and matting the red and white of his pubic hair.

When your moans cut off, Shoto looks up to see your lips pressed to Touya's. The elder brother has his fingers between your legs again, rubbing on your clit as he curls your fist around his cock, guiding your hand to stroke it with his own.

The tension in Shoto's gut stretches thin when he picks up Touya's low rasp, biting out between the gaps of his rough kisses.

"C'mon doll, squeeze him for me— You want a break, you gotta make him cum. You wanna make him cum, don't'cha?"

"Yeah, wanna feel him cum," you whimper, tearing your lips from Touya's to stare down at Shoto with pleading eyes. "Want your cum Sho', please."

"S-shit, sweetheart."

Shoto half sits up in his aim to reach for you, his finger’s curling around the back of your neck and pulling you back down with him as he licks into your mouth. His other arm wraps around your hips, holding you down onto him as he grinds his cock into you, moaning shamelessly down your throat at the way your walls are milking him.

“Oh fuck, oh shit—” Shoto breaks from your lips with a low cry, clutching you to his chest; white dots his vision as he gives in, his cock jerking as he unravels, several spurts of hot cum shooting deep into your pussy. “Oh god, you feel so good. You did so good.”

A jolt runs up his spine when Shoto realizes your hips are moving, grinding down on his slowly softening cock.

“So close,” you slur into his chest. “‘M so close, Sho’. ‘M right there.”

“Keep going, sweetheart,” Shoto breathes, trying not to moan at the jolt of overstimulation on his spent cock.

It’s sensitive, but it’s bearable, especially when it’s rewarded as your fluttering walls clamp down hard, your thighs quaking around his own. Your whine is loud even as it muffles into his shoulder, your nails digging into his chest as ride out your orgasm with little jerks of your hips. Shoto can barely comprehend the feeling swelling up inside him as you babble about how good his cock feels, how good he’s making you feel; amazement, pride, and no short amount of giddiness sits warm in his chest.

Shoto rubs a soothing palm up and down your back, mumbling sweet nothings as you relax into his chest, only to groan softly as your hips raise enough for his cock to slip out with a wet sound. His head pops up at the feel of something brushing between his legs, only to see Touya standing above you both, his hands on your hips.

Goosebumps rise on Shoto’s skin as he feels Touya’s hand brush over the tops of his thighs as his elder brother angles his cock towards your quivering, spent pussy.

You moan weakly, but don’t shy away from his touch.

“She looks so worn out, poor thing,” Touya coos, his voice filled with a sympathy that doesn’t match the wicked gleam in his eyes. “But this slutty pussy should be able to take more than this. Don't worry, doll. You'll get used to it soon."

#touya x reader #shoto x reader #bnha x reader #bnha smut #touya todoroki x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #tw.stepcest #yuli writes

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judgementdaysunshine · 5 months

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🦌+ 💃 with dad! Damian Priest and mom fem! Reader with their children?

Omg 🥺

Family Christmas

Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem reader

Description: You and Damian share a warm hearted moment together with your kids after decorating the tree

Laughter is heard throughout the house as you, Damian, and your four children decorated the Christmas tree turning on music laughing at your eldest son Miguel and your daughter Lydia dancing together. You notice your eldest daughter and child Melanie in the corner seeing that even though she was loved equally that she sometimes felt left out by being older and that damian wasn't her biological father like her siblings but before you could go over to talk to her your heart melts seeing damian crouch in front of her talking to her only hearing a small bit of how much he loved her even though she wasn't his child by DNA or that she had only had him in her life for the past few years since she was six now she was ten, you go upstairs holding your youngest daughter Ximena when you see the two in your and damian's bedroom watching The grinch together before coming back downstairs and finish the tree together while the rest of you dance around the living room in between putting decorations around the living room laughing sweetly dancing with melanie while damian held lydia and ximena in his arms with miguel beside him. All of you have dinner after another hour of dancing followed by bundling up in the master bedroom upstairs watching many Christmas movies starting with Home alone smiling slowly seeing the kids fall asleep until it was you, damian, and melanie watching Nightmare before Christmas taking a picture of all of you tangled together before charging your phone and falling asleep wrapped in damian's arms with melanie behind you holding ximena while lydia was behind damian wrapped in miguel's arms as the grinch starts playing quietly in the background.

#wwe #damian priest x reader #judgementdaysunshine's Christmas celebration #wwe x reader #damian priest

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ramayantika · 11 months

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Iconic Bollywood women but make it aesthetic

Madhubala

Writes letters, silver jhumke, light coloured flowy kurtis, reads poetry, loves jalebis, has the most beautiful smile, gentle soul, doesn't know how many people fall for her, loves children, moon gazing, dreams of living in an haveli, night time existential crisis, wants to twirl in a white anarkali while someone showers marigold petals, black and white Bollywood movies, falls in loves deeply, stores every small memoir of her friends and loved ones.

Rekha

Desi dark feminine energy, has the most updated wardrobe, blessed with wit and sarcasm, center of attention in a room full of people, best dressed, piercing eyes that gaze deep into your soul, laughs loud and hard, silk sarees, gajra in her hair and wrists, walks like a queen, rarely posts on social media, highly intimidating, eats the spiciest pani puri/gupchup/golgappa, Miss Popular, will turn you breathless with a side glance.

Sridevi

Literal embodiment of sunshine but hides her inner feelings, secretly in love with a boy in her neighbourhood, wears colouful bindis and juttis, has learnt singing and dancing, loves sitting beside ponds and rivers, possesses mischevious eyes, you can never be angry on her, can transform into an outspoken diva within seconds, acts like a heroine in her room or when home alone.

Madhuri

Has a proper skin care routine, loves chocolates, loves eating achaar, light lipsticks, the most graceful in the room, fake scenarios expert, blushes easily, hates waking up early, plant mother, loves playing with puppies, makes birthday cards for everyone, breezy outfits, has the best thumkas to rock a wedding sangeet, warm hugs and forehead kisses.

Aishwarya

Owns too many sarees and desi outfits, gold jewellery, perfectionist, artist but chose science, loves reading about history, philosophy and space, a hidden genius, your school/college crush, can and will beat you in a debate, gajra supremacy, has a pretty voice, should be a model, loves winter, holds hands under the bench, winks and steals your heart.

I know there and many more but abhi ke liye itna hi? Plij! Also do tell who else do you want to see so I can post them in the other parts.

#samridhi speaks #desiblr #types of girls #desi aesthetic #bollywood #aesthetic

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barzysunflower · 1 year

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New Year’s Surprise

this is written for @bitchinbarzal for @antoineroussel winter fic exchange ‘23! I saw you write a lot about families and stuff yourself and since I’ve never done that I thought I would try it!! I hope you like it :)

I definitely love the idea of daddy barz so if you want to see more of it lmk I have plenty more ideas!!

mat barzal x reader

word count: 1.6k

"3... 2... 1... Happy New Year!"

You, your husband, Mat, and your three little kids shouted excitedly while throwing some gold confetti in the air. You went to hug your children and husband, taking your baby girl out of his arms and kissing her chubby cheeks. She was a little over one and was losing her baby like features so you made sure to cherish them as much as possible.

"I want cake now!," your middle child, a little boy practically an exact copy of his father, demanded after the confetti had settled and your dance party was over.

"Me, too, buddy," Mat answered with a grin and made his way towards your dining room table, where you had set out some desert for your family to enjoy. Your two sons clung to his legs, laughing uncontrollably, as Mat tugged them along. Seeing this, your daughter whined, throwing her arms up wanting to be apart of this crazy show. And Mat, not being able to deny his daughter anything, stopped to turn and take her back in his arms.

"Giving them sugar right now is probably not the best idea," you said, trying to get your children to sit in their chairs somewhat quietly so they could choose which desert they want. But they were already screaming at you what they wanted, changing their minds every few seconds. "Good luck," you laughed at your parents in-law who came to visit to celebrate the new year and we're going to watch them for the night while you and Mat got a rare night out.

Tonight was in fact New Year's Eve, but it wasn't the new year just yet, there were still a few hours left. Mat's team was throwing a New Year's party and you desperately wanted to go, but you also wanted to celebrate with your kids so you came up with a plan. Since your kids couldn't tell time yet, you set a clock fast and pretend it was midnight and therefore the new year when it was actually only 9pm. This way, your kids wouldn't have to stay up so late but still felt special celebrating as a family. So you threw them a little party, dressed everyone up and had a little dance party.

"Alright, I'm gonna put her to bed and then we can go," your husband said, while gently stroking your daughters back who was slowly falling asleep on him. You pressed a few kisses to her cheeks, saying goodnight to her, before he walked her up to her bedroom. Your boys were up next to get ready for bed, so you walked them up as well and got them changed into their pjs and watched them brush their teeth. They begged to watch a movie before bed, and though you always scolded your husband for not being able to say no to your children, you often had the same trouble, so you gave in and settled them on the living room couch with their grandparents.

While they were arguing over what movie to watch, you touched up your makeup and got your purse ready to go. Mat came back just as you were finishing up, so you both said your goodbyes to the boys. After lots of hugs, kisses, and promises that you would only be gone for a little while, you finally made it out of the house and into the car.

"Ready to par-tay, Mama?," Mat asked in a silly voice while turning the music up.

"Always, with my favorite dancing partner." He returned the smile and brought your hand up to his mouth to give it a soft kiss. But your smile quickly faded when a wave of nausea hit you.

"What's wrong?," Mat quickly asked, noticing your change in mood.

"I don't know, I don't feel so good. My stomach."

"Are you gonna throw up? Do you want me to pull over?" You shook your head no, but opened the window to get some fresh air. It helped a little and so you closed your eyes and focused on your breathing, hoping the nausea would go away. "Are you getting sick? You didn't feel good this morning either."

"I don't know, I don't really feel sick besides this." You couldn't talk much more during the ride, but it was short anyway and you made it to your destination in a few minutes. The team had rented out a bar for the party that could accommodate most of the team and some additional friends. You weren't the first ones to arrive so you were greeted by a bunch of your friends when you entered.

"Ok, let's get you some water." Mat put his arm around you and guided you to the bar to order you a glass of water. "Do you want something to eat, too?"

"No, I had too much for dinner. That's probably why I don't feel good." While yes you had eaten more for dinner than you normally do, but you worked hard in the kitchen all day so you wanted to have a bit of everything. Probably a mistake. "But I already feel better."

"You sure? Let me know if you want to go home though." You nodded and leaned into his hug after taking a few chugs of your water.

"(Y/n)!" You heard your name from across the room from the girls waving you over. Mat let you go with a chuckle and turned to find someone to talk to.

"Water? Are you serious?," Emma, your best friend and Mat's best friend's wife, called out shaking her head.

"I don't feel so good right now, maybe later." You got a curious or suspicious stare back from her and some of the other girls, but you didn't think anything of it and started a new conversation.

The night went on with lots of conversations and dancing and of course drinking, which you didn't participate in. You had ordered a drink but after two sips it just didn't feel right so you handed it off to someone else who gladly accepted. For the countdown to midnight you found your husband who securely tightened his arm around you.

"3...2...1! Happy New Year!" You shouted for the second time and quickly fell into embrace with Mat. He kissed you a lot harder than he had earlier with your family around, but everyone else in this room was doing the same so you didn't care. You kissed him back equally as passionate, never wanting that moment to end.

"I'm so happy I got to spend another year with you. Let's make this another good one," Mat said after breaking your kiss.

"Me too. I love you." You kissed him again, but this one was kept short because your friends interrupting to wish you a happy new year.

"Shots? Shots!" One of the other girls suggested a little while later. But the thought of any alcohol made your stomach hurl and a wave of nausea hit you again, so you declined.

"You're not pregnant, are you?"

"What? No!," you were quick to reply, but paused right after you said it. Now that she mentioned it, you had been experiencing a few pregnancy symptoms you had previously attributed to stress or being sick. You also hadn't gotten your period in a long time, but since you only had your last baby a year ago, it wasn't surprising that your period was irregular. You and Mat had agreed this last baby would be the last and hadn't been trying to have a baby, so the thought of you being pregnant had not crossed your mind at all. Emma gave you a suspicious look, but got the girls to drop the subject. The entire rest of the night you couldn't shake the thought of being pregnant and just wanted to go home and take a test. Thankfully, Mat didn't want to stay much longer either so by 1:30am you were both home again. You went to check on your boys first, who shared a room, but couldn't find them in their beds. You had an idea where they were though. You stopped in your daughters bedroom, too, who unfortunately woke up when Mat pressed a kiss to her forehead. After some hugs, her sleepy eyes and whiny cries convinced you to take her with you to your bed, where your two boys were already spread out.

Mat placed your daughter in bed and quickly changed to lie down next to her. You however went to the bathroom to brush your teeth and take your makeup off, but your first action was to take a pregnancy test. You nervously waited for the test to tell you the results, so you busied yourself with your nightly routine. You didn't tell Mat yet, no need to worry him in case the test was negative.

Done with your lotion, you flipped the test with shaking hands. Positive. Positive. Oh crap. You stared at it for a few minutes, expecting to freak out or cry or break down, but instead... you laughed. You had one horny husband, that's for sure. And after three kids, the thought of adding one more really didn't seem as scary now that it was reality.

You hid the test behind your back and stepped out of the bathroom. Both you husband and children were spread out across the bed not leaving any space for you. Although you were tired, it brought a smile to your face. "We have too many kids," Mat chuckled sleepily.

"Yeah," you agreed and then held up your positive pregnancy test in the air. "Wanna add another one?"

#mat barzal #winter fic exchange '23 #new york islanders #mat barzal fanfiction #mat barzal x reader #mat barzal fic #nhl fanfiction #nhl fics #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #hockey fic

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myrockandrollking · 8 months

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Unfortunately, my grandma is the only person irl who shares my love of the Beatles, so we had a movie night and watched a Hard Day's Night and it was a blast! Here are some of my thoughts and comments on the film and some of my favorite parts/quotes (sorry if it's out of order):

• the opening is obviously iconic, I love how George and Ringo fall and almost get fucking trampled and we aren't even a minute in yet

• also the way John just laughs at them took me tf out, I love it

• "he's very c l e a n"

• Paul's grandfather was fucking helarious

• my grandma was singing all of the songs so loudly that I couldn't hear any of them 💀

• "Tell me, how did you find America?" "Turn left to Greenland"

• "What do you call that hairstyle you are wearing?" "Arthur"

• the entire part where George is mistaken for a teen model had me cackling

• "do not breathe on me, Adrian"

• "grotty" should be used more

• I love how the manager was basically just like a babysitter trying to take care of four out of control children

• I did not appreciate the Ringo's nose slander, his nose is beautiful

• Ringo's wack ass dancing was so amusing to me

• "Do I snore, John?" "Yeah, you're a window-rattler, son."

• John randomly oinking like a pig caught me off guard tbh

• Ringo being protective of his drums is literally me with my guitar

• "Put yer tongue away, it looks disgustin hangin out, all pink and naked."

• all of the songs were bangers, ofc

• all of the John in the bath scenes give me pure serotonin, I love his goofy ass

• me and my grandma sang a duet of And I Love Her when it came on and it was so fun and sweet

• I'm so sad that they didn't add "You Can't Do That" into the film since it's my favorite song on the album

• since I watched Nowhere Boy directly before this and almost cried, this line tore out my heart

• the scenes of Ringo with the kid were so random but also so wholesome

• the whole mistaken identity scene with John and the lady had me laughing and blushing, oh my God

• since my grandma is a George girl, she was simping hardcore during his song, it was so cute

• she literally yelled "I've got dibs on George!"

• my grandma also doesn't laugh when she thinks stuff is funny for some reason, so it was basically just me cackling in the otherwise silent living room the whole time

• she kept looking over to me throughout the film and finally said, "man, you're all over John the whole movie, huh?" 😭

• please, she can't talk, this women literally ran up to the TV and touched George's face 🤣

• okay, I know I'm going to sound delusional as fuck but just hear me out-

During this exact particular scene:

I swear to God, for a second I thought I could smell John through the screen. So, the whole room just smelled like nothing basically, but when the camera was on John straight ahead in this scene after he's talking to the lady in the hall, my senses just exploded basically. I suddenly smelled strong tobacco and cigarette smoke, along with a clean sweet smell and citrus. It's like when someone walks by you with a lot of cologne or something and you are hit by it? It was like that with the sudden angle change when it went to this shot of John. It was the weirdest shit. I know it sounds dramatic and like I'm making it up, but weirdly enough it's happened to both me and another family member a few times with other movies, but idk why lol. Then when John went up the stairs it faded away and didn't come back. No one smokes in their house either and there was no smell like any of that in the room before, so it was really weird but also oddly comforting. Anyways, I'm probably just going insaine.

#the beatles #a hard day's night #john lennon #ringo starr #george harrison #paul mccartney #my commentary #first watch #i love them #i'm fucking obsessed #i'm delusional #*intensely inhales John's scent through the screen*

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visionofvoid · 1 year

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Always - CS55

Summary: “right person, always.”

Warnings: heartbreak, sad carlos, mention of terminal illness/death

Pairings: carlos sainz x oc

Word Count: 660

He was all hers when the season was over.

He was all hers when he wanted to get away.

He was all her when family and friends were too much and he needed love from someone else.

He was her greatest kept secret but also his biggest heartbreak.

She was all his when the reality of his job, his name became all too much.

She was warmth, she was comfort, she was normalcy, she was home.

“Maybe in another life.” Seemed to be the best way to describe their relationship. It would never work, it would never see the light of day beyond her tiny one bedroom apartment. He cherished the memories they shared from showing her how to cook his favourite dishes that reminded him of her youth to the two of them dancing around in her plant covered living room to the sound of Taylor Swift’s Wildest Dreams.

He listened as she sung off key along with the words. He loved the life she was so full of, wanting to be a reason for her to laugh, to love, to smile at.

He wanted to promise her the world.

He wanted to watch her grow old, tell their children stories of their youth, their very own love story.

He wanted to buy her everything she could ever desire; a beautiful sapphire ring, a house with more rooms than she could count and a greenhouse in the yard for her to continue growing all the plants she owned and more.

He wanted to watch her walk down the aisle, their families and friends being present when they became one entity.

“Promise me, Carlos.”

“I promise.”

He would always keep her promises. He would kill himself if he ever broke one.

He remembered all the promises he kept. Promise me you’ll win the race, promise me you’ll take me to see this movie or that restaurant, promise me you love me, promise me you’ll move on.

He wasn’t too sure how he could move on. He wasn’t too sure he wanted to move on.

Carlos loved her with every ounce of his being.

Carlos loved her more than racing, loved her more than the red suit he wore, more than paella his father made, more than the first warm sun after a cold winter, more than life itself.

He could only visit so much throughout the season, it was one of his biggest regrets. He should have taken the year off, to spend as much time with her before it all started going downhill.

She was always beautiful to him, no matter what. From when her long, brown wavy locks turned into a bald head, from her gorgeous voluptuous shape to her frail skin and bone. He would love her no matter what she looked like, she was always his greatest love.

He clutched on her hand, the soft melody of the first song they ever danced to playing in the background. Tears welled in his eyes as she looked down at him, her body sitting up against the pillows.

“Carlos,” Her voice sounded so far away yet she was never closer in this moment. He couldn’t bring himself to look at her but knew this would be one of the last chances he had. “Remember me in a nice dress.” Her breath was so frail. “Remember me in the sunsets.” He felt her squeeze his hand, though it was incredibly weak.

“I will.” A single tear dropped, rolling down his cheek. She gave a weak knowing smile. “I wish there was more time.”

“I enjoyed all the time we shared, Carlos. Promise me, Carlos. Promise me you will fall in love, marry a beautiful girl, give her the world. Promise me.” He didn’t want to marry another, he wanted her. Her always. It would always be her.

“I promise.” He did anyway. No matter what, he would never break a promise.

“It’s time, Carlos. Right time, right person, always.”

#f1 fanfic #f1 #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula 1 #formula 1 fanfic #formula one #formula x reader #carlos sainz #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz imagine

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that-one-pretty-bitch · 2 years

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𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓋𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒶𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓏𝑒𝓈 𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒹𝑒𝑒𝓅𝓁𝓎 𝒾𝓃 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓉𝒶𝑔𝑜𝓃𝒾𝓈𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇n𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝓎 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒~

𝕌𝕟𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖, 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕖 𝕒 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙? 𝕆𝕣 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕓𝕠𝕥𝕙 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕕?

( What if Dion Agriche were to fall in love with a reader like Diana? )

A lost soul,

He lives but hardly talks

He is waiting for her,

The memories flooded his mind, as he remembered her delicate figure, rosy champagne colored eyes and gold hair that represented the sun. She had him wrapped around her finger, there is nothing that she would ask of that he wouldn’t do. If she asked him, he would kill himself for her. He was a moth drawn to the flame, the flame being her aurous hair. She would never be unloved. Everyone he knew adored her. Roxana found solace in her free spirit, nobody could tell Y/n what to do. Jeremy adored the way Y/n approached things with a brazen manner, she was never afraid and never seen without a smile on her face. Her smile was so contagious, her laugh made others lips curl into a silly grin. Y/n was always so straightforward, if she wanted something she would get it, no matter what it took. Maria was enchanted by her and was always present whenever y/n danced. To Maria Y/n resembled a flower fairy, delicate and graceful. Maria adored the way her body moved so elegantly, it was as if the wind and skies were dancing with her as well. She was everything, everyone’s sweetheart. However, he was nothing. He was a man used as a tool by his father and unloved by his mother. He barely ever spoke, he lived as though he were a corpse. He hoped one day he would be able to feel something, anything would be fine, just something. So that he could be good enough for her and not so dull as his mother always told him.

In front of this photo of former times

He, he is not crazy

He believes in it, that's all

He stared at a portrait of y/n in his room with glossy eyes, he had portraits of y/n everywhere in his room. He gently placed his hand onto the portrait and he felt his heart shatter. This was a portrait of y/n feeding him her favorite chocolates and when he was first introduced to lippe tea, that he now drank everyday to feel spiritually closer to her. Oh y/n, you had only been here for a few years, yet captivated everyone's heart, you truly are a cruel woman. He lay down on his couch recalling nights that y/n had spent in his room, refusing to take the bed and sleeping on the couch instead. Her scent still lingered, it was hard to get over her. It had only been a day since he lost her, yet everything was falling apart. Only nine months back, he had been so happy upon receiving the news, he didn’t know that this would have ended the life of his beloved. How the scent of blood had filled the room, the way she laid lifeless on her bed. While the midwife held a small baby in her arms. He lost every bit of sanity he had at that scene, brutally murdering every servant that was in sight before the other residents had to knock him out. It took all of Roxana, Jeremy, Grizelda, Charlotte and the other children’s strength to manage to overpower Dion. The others felt crushed as well. Now who could possibly sing Jeremy to sleep every night? Who could Jeremy complain to about his life? Who would calm him down when he was hurting…. Who would nurse Roxana back to health whenever she went overboard with the poisonous butterflies? Who would Roxana have late night conversations under the stars with? Who would she dance with? Who would calm down Charlotte in an instant? Who would embrace Charlotte whenever she was hurt? Who would kiss all of the scratches better on Charlotte’s face? Who would Grizelda gossip with? Who would be Grizelda’s best friend? Most importantly, who would love Dion, as she had loved him?

He sees her everywhere

Standing, he is waiting for her

A rose in his hand,

Grizelda was the first to learn about the news from y/n, being y/n’s best friend she started to worry when she noticed y/n’s stomach hurt every morning and y/n feeling nauseous most of the time for a few days. So as any concerned best friend would do, she offered to take y/n to the clinic, however y/n could barely walk. Helping y/n up, and slinging her arm around her shoulder in an effort to support her weight she carried y/n to the carriage. Y/n was in a seemingly bad condition when they had reached the clinic. After a thorough examination, the doctor concluded that y/n was just fine, her pregnancy symptoms were simply harsher than what usual people had. Grizelda was over the moon to hear the news, she was going to be an aunt! Y/n couldn’t wait to tell her husband the news, meanwhile Grizelda could hardly keep in her excitement as she swung her arms around her best friend who was still extremely unwell. Both women walked back to the mansion quietly, that's when y/n saw Dion walking towards her room. He had seen that y/n’s appetite had increased the past few days and had brought her some chocolates for the both of them.

“Dion darling!!” She screamed

This was Grizelda’s que to leave, she didn’t need the lovey-dovey couple to make her feel single.

“Yes?” Dion sighed

For someone unwell, she was definitely very enthusiastic.

“Calm down love, what's the matter?” He asked looking her up and down

“You're going to be a father!” she screamed

Dion froze. It took him a few minutes to process the information and when he finally processed the information he went and embraced his wife who had been nervously staring at him. He had gently lifted her off the ground and spun her around with a soft smile adorning his lips.

“I’m going to take care of our child, I don’t want to be like my father,” He said, staring at y/n’s stomach.

“I hope so too~ But I know you Dion, you will make a wonderful father~~ my loveeee~~” Y/n laughed while being spun around.

Maria heard the sound of laughter and walked towards it, she walked in on her son spinning his wife around.

Y/n met Maria’s gaze and jumped out of Dions arms and into hers,

“Mama~~ you're going to be a grandmother!!”

It also took Maria quite some time to process everything she had just said. Maria was holding a rose in her hand and picked the flower up and tucked it behind y/n’s ear. She then strengthened the embrace. “I hope the baby looks like you, i’m so glad to hear this news,” Maria had tears near the corner of her eyes. She kissed y/n’s cheek and skipped off happily.

Later that evening

Jeremy came skipping into her room as well,

“Y/n!!! Fountain told me that you love HIM more than ME the nerve of that guy!!! Hmph… you love ME more right?” Jeremy came in complaining

Y/n was laying in her bed once again feeling unwell, the maids were sent out to get her a comfortable nightgown to sleep in. Suddenly his foul mood turned into worry. He rushed to her side of the bed.

“Y/n! Are you okay?? Why are you laying down?? You don’t look well!” Jeremy was panicking.

“I’m fine…it's just…How do you feel about being an uncle?”

He had just learned how children were made a few months ago, so he was a little bothered and flustered to hear this news…

“I’m going to be an uncle??? HOW DARE DION TOUCH YOU!? I’ll kill him!” Jeremy started telling you multiple torcher methods he was going to try on Dion causing you to sweatdrop.

“Think about it Jeremy, you will be an uncle-” Y/n sighed

“Damn right!! I’ll be the best uncle in existence,” Jermey’s mood switched completely.

Thank god he wasn’t going to murder your husband.

Jeremy’s loud mouth had informed the rest of the Agriche estate and everyone knew the news by the next morning. The next morning when you were busy eating the ice cream Dion had brought you very early that day, Roxana walked in to congratulate you.

“Oh y/n, I am truly fortunate to have someone like you in my life and I feel blessed for once, to know that there will be two of you,” She sighed

“Thank you so much for your kind words, Roxana. Just in case anything happens you’ll take care of it for me right?” Y/n asked

“With my life, I owe everything to you,” Roxana pledged

“You are just the sweetest,” y/n sighed, as Roxana was taking her leave.

Making Roxana Smile ever so slightly. Now all of this was a distant memory.

Apart from her, he is expecting nothing

Nothing around him makes sense

And the air feels heavy

“Please, love our daughter as you have loved me,” Y/n rapidly said, ready to lose her life any moment.

“Y/n…don’t leave me…please…I need you,” There was evident hurt in Dion’s voice, it made y/n’s heart shatter

“I-i can’t believe i’m going to lose you,” He said crying into y/n’s shoulder as she slowly lost her life.

“I will love our daughter, I will make sure she knows what a wonderful mother she would have had,” he sighed, a lovesick smile across his lips

As Dion walked out of the room disheartened and empty killing servants along the way, the midwife timidly handed him a small baby. His baby. He would not kill her, she helped deliver this bundle of joy to him after all. He would protect his daughter with his life, she was the only thing that his wife had left him with and he would make sure to stand by his word. Dion refused to hand his baby to anyone. Nobody had asked for the baby girl either as they were all grieving the loss of y/n.

Jeremy was the first to approach Dion and place a hand on his shoulder. Even though he hated Dion, he knew that Dion was suffering the most out of them all. After all, Y/n was the only thing Dion loved and now Y/n was gone.

“C-can I hold her?” Jeremy crocked

Dion looked hesitant but then remembered how y/n had always doted and adored Jeremy, so he reluctantly handed him the bub. The tiny baby had her eyes closed but Jeremy noticed that she had inherited her mother’s beautiful golden hair. Bitterly smiling, Jeremy began to stroke the small amount of hair.

“L-look she has y/n’s hair,” Jeremy said in an attempt to cheer everyone up

Everyone rushed towards Jeremy, Sierra cried harder looking at the beautiful hair, while Maria forced a smile across her pained face. Roxana smiled hoping that she would be able to hold the baby next, after all she had promised y/n she would look after her child. Grizelda had covered her face entirely looking at the baby, she couldn’t believe that her dearest friend whom she shared many wonderful memories with was now gone She would never see her again. Truth hit her really hard, she felt paralyzed as she reached out her hand to touch the baby. Charlotte just hoped that if heaven really did existed, y/n would watch over them.

An absent expression,

He is alone, he often talks to her

He, He is not crazy

“Y/n.. today our daughter opened her eyes and you wouldn’t believe it but.. She has your eyes…your eyes have always been so beautiful. I'm glad our daughter looks like you. You were the only thing I was living for but now…My daughter…I’m glad I met you y/n. Even if we weren’t able to spend the rest of our lives together, I have no regrets for meeting you.” He sighed speaking to a photo of y/n beside his bed. He heard the crying of his baby coming from the cot in his room and he went towards the child, picking it up gently and embracing it. As he pet the baby’s back gently in an attempt to calm her down, he pointed at a portrait of y/n on his wall,

“That's your mother, isn’t she beautiful?” He said admiring the way she looked in the painting.

The baby in his hands cooed and made grabby hands towards the picture of her mother trying to reach for her. Only to feel the surface of a canvas.

“I wish she were here too, she would have loved you dearly,” Dion said, feeling the fabric of the canvas in his hands.

𝐼 𝑜𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒶𝓃𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓃𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒾𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝓂𝑜𝓉𝒾𝓋𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒾'𝓂 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎 :,(

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desolationblvd · 9 months

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MY GRANDMOTHER AND I WATCH THE BAD SEED

It's that awful place and that evil woman. My mother.

My sisters are beautiful and I am plain. Where did you get that one? Where did you get that one? Où as-tu trouvé celui-là? The nuns don’t like me they force things down my throat, words and flies, they strike me. Here comes the Mother Superior that’s what she thinks of herself and I hate her I hate her I hate her. You stole that-, and when she goes to strike me I throw up my hands I do not let her touch me I tell her the Pope is a criminal. She is furious she hates me but I hate her more. I have one friend we go to California I become a nurse she smokes every evening and I smoke like a chimney. I meet men I meet millionaires they want to marry me they slip through my fingers. I meet a man I get married we move across the ocean we have a daughter we move back. We have a son we have a daughter we have two more daughters we have five children and all of them are Catholic. I do not let them lift a hand I do not let them clean I do not let them cook I do not speak to them in my language they are my all-American darlings. I quit smoking. I think that I hate Catholics. My oldest daughter wants to do laundry and I cannot explain to her why she is not allowed my son is a boy just like all boys are my second daughter is quiet and shy and I cannot figure out why: I go upstairs in the night I drown her in cold water like a murder like a baptism. My third daughter is too smart for her own good and my fourth is a demon. My children are marionettes they spit on her when I say so and tears stream down their faces I know what I need to do or they won’t turn out right. Lucifer my youngest hates me wants to kill me I cannot throw her out. I watch them on the patio they skate circles around the little radio they dance they fall they scrape their knees. I wonder if I’ve done good.

I can hear my mother's voice…calling to me from the distance, and I don't answer her because I'm afraid.

I meet a man I’m wearing my glasses and my plaid skirt I ask him for a cigarette we get married. I’m late to our wedding it’s raining I’m beautiful I know I’m beautiful he’s happy I’m laughing someone takes a picture of me laughing. We have a daughter we go to my mother’s house we live in my sister’s old bedroom. We get an apartment my father lived there years ago we don’t know about that until later maybe it’s fate we have a son and we give him his father’s name his grandfather’s name his great-grandfather’s name. My daughter is shy it makes sense I was shy she doesn’t talk to people her own age she lives in her own world. She asks about death I say there’s nothing I say we don’t know I say nobody has come back to tell us about it yet I say people who kill themselves will not get into Heaven. She doesn’t like change. Mom I want to live with you for ever and ever.

Oh, I've got the prettiest mother. I've got the nicest mother. That's what I tell everybody. I say I've got the sweetest mother in the world. My son is sickly my son has stomachaches like my daughter did neither of them are athletic my daughter is shy and my son is sickly I worry it came from me. My daughter won’t sing but I hear her singing in her room I tell her it sounds nice and after that I don’t hear her sing anymore. Her friends make her hate me I ask what her problem is she thinks that I’ve wronged her resents me. She doesn’t want to be like me I ask her questions I say why don’t you shave your legs why do you dress like that I worry that she’s a dyke. She wants to die I wonder if I should let her die I think she’s secretly a cutter I make her take off her shirt she never forgives me. She’s stubborn she won’t talk to me I find pills in her room I find alcohol I wonder if I should let her die I remember people who kill themselves don’t go to heaven my husband yells at me because I’ve hurt him. My son is dyslexic he’s antisocial he’s picked up all my daughter’s bad habits there’s hope for him but I don’t know where to find it. It’s worse than I thought my daughter’s a dyke she wants to cut off her tits fuck my entire life I don’t know what I did to make her like this she’s moving too far away for me to reach her I don’t know what I ever did to deserve this.

So sleep well…and dream well, my only child and the one I love. I shall sleep too.

#my writing #apologies if the one french phrase isnt correct i didnt wanna ask my grandmother to tell me the story again.for obvious reasons LOL #italicized quotes are from the movie the bad seed #this is different from my usual stuff but . Here it is!

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abimess · 2 years

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Earth-838

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: The one where you come home to your family being attacked by your wife's variant.

Word count: 2616 || Pronouns: not used

Warnings: hurt/comfort, violence, make out (suggestive)

Rewatching MoM gave me the energy I needed to finish this idea I had a while ago so here it is! Hope you guys like it

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A few days ago the Illuminati Council had sent you and Thor to monitor illegal activities on a planet in a nearby galaxy. The trip was short and the work easy, but being away from your family for two days seemed like the hardest activity you had ever had to do.

You made video calls with Billy and Tommy whenever you could, laughing at their excited holograms when they saw the weird things and aliens around you. You promised to bring them with you one day as they asked, but your wife didn't like the idea one bit.

After the war against the Mad Titan, you and Wanda decided it was time to stop your superhero lives and focus on your family. And that worked well for you, but only for the first five years of it.

You missed the action, and as much as you loved your family immensely, you felt that you were not being as useful as you would like to be. Wanda, knowing you better than anyone else and knowing what was going on in your mind before you even had to tell her, supported you in your decision to return to action.

But you were only involved in simple, low-risk missions. After all, you had a family to take care of and to return to. The Illuminati saw no problem with your decision, glad that you had decided to return.

As soon as the mission is over, you return to your house, taking care not to drive above the speed limit to try to get home early. You don't tell your family that you are coming back, wanting to surprise them.

You stop the car in the garage and walk toward the door with a smile, just the thought of seeing the three people you love most filling your being entirely.

But the next step you take, screams are heard from inside the house, and your peaceful countenance is immediately transformed into alarm. When you see the commotion inside through the living room window, you rush out.

The noises are even louder inside the house, and when you see your frightened children clutching the banister of the staircase and your wounded wife on the dining room floor, your eyes shine silver.

"Stay away from my family!" You warn dangerously through clenched teeth, your magic dancing angrily around your fists as you turn your gaze to the intruder. When your eyes rest on her, however, it falters. "What..."

"Y/n?" The woman before your eyes looks and sounds like your wife, only the color of her hair and the clothes she wears distinguishing them. But she is not your wife, because your wife is getting up right behind you, and you find yourself frozen in place with shock.

"You're alive..." The variant says, her voice charged with emotion as thick tears stream down her face. You frown in confusion, your chest tightening with the need to reach out to her. But you don't.

The intruder keeps her eyes fixed on your figure for another minute before looking at your children, who run toward you and Wanda in desperation, hugging your legs tightly for protection. With a loud sob, the woman falls to her knees on the floor, crying even harder than before.

"Wands-" You start as you see your wife walk past you toward her variant, but the brunette shushes you off with a squeeze on your hand, a reassuring smile on her lips. When you fall silent, she continues on her course.

You watch with apprehension as your wife approaches the fallen Wanda slowly, bringing her hand to the other's cheek. The variant opens her eyes with confusion, looking at your Wanda with questioning eyes.

"Know that they'll be loved." Your wife whispers softly, and you are too far away to hear the other's breath hitching. The next moment the blue portal behind her, which you have only just noticed, projects forward, engulfing the redhead in its light. When the rift closes, everything returns to silence.

It takes less than a second for you to return to your senses, and you hug your children tightly, looking at them with concern. "Are you guys okay?" You ask, caressing their faces for any injuries. When they both nod in confirmation, you look at Wanda, who is walking back to you.

"What about you? Are you okay? What happened to your face?" You shoot up worriedly, taking her face between your hands the instant she is close enough to do so, and the brunette smiles lovingly, her hands on your waist reassuringly.

"I'm fine, my love." She assures, pecking your lips gently, and you nod, enveloping your family in a tight embrace. The three of you reciprocate in the same instant, and you spend long minutes standing there in silence.

"I think it's best if we all go to sleep." Wanda finally suggests, and the boys exchange frightened glances before looking at her pleadingly. "Can we sleep with you tonight, Mom?"

"Of course, darlings." The brunette assures sweetly, letting go of you to cup their cheeks, and the two boys smile in appreciation before hugging you again, making you smile. "Let's go upstairs."

Billy and Tommy don't let go of you at any point until you reach the bed, and you give up on the idea of changing clothes before lying down with your kids on the mattress. Wanda, who was also being dragged by the boys, lies down next to you.

The children take up the space on the mattress between you and Wanda in an attempt to feel protected from the fears unleashed by the night's events. The twins still take a long time to fall asleep, but you and the brunette keep hugging them and playing with their hair until they do.

When the room is finally filled with the sound of your sleeping children's heavy breaths, Wanda gives you a sweet goodnight smile before closing her eyes herself. You, on the other hand, can barely blink with the events of the night overwhelming your mind like a tsunami.

"Your thoughts are too loud." The brunette comments in a whisper after some minutes and you startle, not even having realized that she had opened her eyes again. The next instant, you smile amusedly before asking, "Are you reading my thoughts, dear?"

"Without your permission, never." Your wife responds sweetly to your teasing, and you let your playful smile break into one of adoration. But Wanda can see behind your countenance the restlessness of your mind, so she asks, "Do you want to talk?"

A deep breath leaves your lungs as you think, pondering the answer to that question. The brunette watches you patiently, her loving gaze letting you know that she will respect whatever your answer is, and you smile before giving it to her. "Let's go downstairs."

It's not hard to get up without waking Billy and Tommy, but still, you and Wanda take all the care in the world to make as little noise as possible. When you are standing, the brunette entwines her fingers in yours before leading you out of the room.

You let your wife guide you downstairs in silence, and as the destroyed living room begins to appear in your field of vision, you feel your heart squeeze inside your chest. As soon as you reach the end of the stairs, Wanda looks at you with a soft smile, but you don't respond as you bring your eyes to just above hers.

"We didn't clean your cut before we went to bed." You comment as you take your fingers to gently caress the healthy skin around the wound, the dried blood reaching up to the height of the space between the brunette's eyebrows.

Dropping your hand to the side of her face, you leave a brief caress on her cheek before turning away, and Wanda doesn't need to ask to know that you are going to the kitchen to get the first aid kit.

When you return to the living room with the white box in hand, you see the red energy fillets hovering around the room, leaving your wife's fingers and rearranging the messy, destroyed room. You smile teasingly, "I thought using magic to fix things in the house was against the rules."

"You can pretend you didn't see it the same way I pretend I believe you fixed the refrigerator with the tools in the garage." Your wife strikes back at the same instant, turning to you with a defiant smile when everything is back in place, and you let out a laugh. "Come."

The next moment you are guiding Wanda to the living room couch, sitting down next to her and examining the wound on her forehead. The brunette watches with a loving smile as you take the necessary items from within the kit, turning to her with concern evident in every one of your features.

The minutes tick by as you cautiously tend to the brunette's wound. The cut is shallow, but Wanda barely feels your touch on the spot. And though she knows you were doing far more than necessary for a wound of that length, she doesn't stop you from continuing.

"You're running away from the conversation." The brunette comments, studying your expression changing to an amused one as you retort, "I'm taking care of your beautiful face, actually." Wanda smiles at the jest, but she didn't miss the way you swallowed dryly.

"Y/n." She decides to insist, calling your name tenderly, and you sigh heavily, returning the supplies back to the first aid kit after you finish bandaging. You rest the box on the coffee table slowly, and Wanda waits patiently for you to be ready to talk.

"I couldn't protect you." You begin with your eyes fixed on the ground, your voice so low that the brunette has to strain a little to be able to hear what you are saying. "I... I wouldn't be able to protect you." You explain, looking at her again with a pained look of guilt.

"You wouldn't be able to hurt her." Wanda says, translating your thoughts as a loving, empathetic smile frames her lips. "How would you? She's me." She adds with understanding, but you shake your head vigorously. "She's not. You are you. She's someone else."

"That's not what you thought when you saw her." Your wife retorts, but nothing in her posture shows accusation. Still, you feel the need to look away in shame. "She's a version of me, I understand. I couldn't hurt a variant of you."

"If she had done something to any of you...and I wasn't able to stop her..." You start with tears in your eyes, but choke on a sob before you can finish your sentence, and Wanda's countenance contorts in sorrow at seeing you like that.

"Stop, Y/n, stop." The brunette asks firmly, rising from the couch only to straddle your lap, each leg on one side of your thighs as her hands cup your cheeks and make you look at her.

You keep your eyes closed for a moment, trying to control your tears as a sigh leaves your lips. But you allow your wife's gentle touch and the pressure of her body against yours to comfort you, and soon you open them again.

"Don't do this to yourself. Everyone has their weak points." Wanda urges sweetly, a small gentle smile on her lips as her eyes shift between yours. You sigh heavily, distractedly bringing your hands to her waist. "But I can't let my weaknesses keep me from protecting you."

"You put too much on yourself." The brunette says in a light tone of humor, and you let out a small laugh at the phrase your wife has said to you at least a million times now. The sound makes Wanda smile proudly at her attempt to make you feel better. "Come here."

It is she who leans forward instead, and you sigh against her lips as you kiss her back, circling your arms around her to hold her even closer to your body. Your body relaxes with each movement of her soft mouth against yours, surprising you with how much you've missed her in just two days.

"I love you." Wanda sighs against your lips as the kiss ends, sweetly stroking the hair at the nape of your neck, and you smile with your eyes closed, enjoying her touch as you say, "I love you so much, my darling."

"Why don't you show me how much?" The request makes you open your eyes again, your stomach sinking inside your body as the brunette bites her bottom lip before adding, "If that's something you want too, of course."

You know that Wanda just wants to make you feel better, make you forget about the events of the night and all the negative thoughts that make your chest heavy. At the same time, however, she doesn't want to do this in any way that you don't think is best. And these are all just a few of the infinite reasons why you love her so much.

"And at some point I don't want to satisfy my wife?" Is your reply as you squeeze her hips tighter, pulling her against you, and the brunette's brief contented giggle is what you get in response before she leans in once more.

The kiss is now more intense than before, your tongues together making you both sigh against each other's mouths. You feel Wanda holding her breath as your fingers venture under her blouse, her hands squeezing your shoulders.

And then childish voices from upstairs call to you both in sleepy tones, and you and Wanda pull away, your foreheads resting against each other as you share giggles.

"And the moment is broken." You complain against your wife's lips, who smiles amusedly, pulling her face away so she can get a better look at you. "There's always going to be the next moment. And all the others after it."

From her tone and the loving look in her eyes, you know that that assurance is for far more than just that moment. It's an assurance that she would be here, that you and Billy and Tommy would be here. That there is nothing to be afraid of.

You smile in gratitude, deciding to believe her words if only to find your peace in that instant. But before you can offer her a verbal response, your children's calls become louder, and you sigh. "We're coming!"

Wanda smiles at you as she gets off your lap, and you decide not to complain about missing the warmth of her body against yours as you rise from the couch. But of course she can see it on your face, so she bites her bottom lip before kissing you again, and you have to resist all your instincts not to pull her back onto the couch.

When the kiss is over, the brunette entwines her fingers in yours to pull you to the stairs. You follow her obediently, only releasing her hand when you are both back in the bedroom and lie down on the bed to hug Billy and Tommy, who have crying expressions that hint at a possible nightmare.

To distract them, you and Wanda tell stories about missions you went on years ago, exaggerating some details to entertain them enough to make them forget their fears.

When the kids finally fall asleep, you and your wife exchange whispers of goodnight, the brunette smiling lovingly at you before closing her eyes against the pillow. You close yours as well and, this time, you fall asleep.

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moralesispunk · 2 years

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Kinktober Day Two - Floor Sex // Frankie Morales

Kinktober Masterlist / @the-purity-pen

Warnings: female reader, established relationship, mention of a post-baby body, unprotected sex

Word Count: 2.4k

It was rare that you and Frankie managed to go on a date night outside of the four walls of your home. A seven month old baby girl paired with you starting back work part-time meant that it was hard enough, even with her uncles and grandparents who are more than happy to take her for the night.

On those nights, every other week, when Sofía is sent off with hundreds of kisses and even more cuddly toys that you and Frankie both swear she needs to sleep (despite the eye roll from his Mom as her eldest child packs the three bags for one night into the trunk and she lovingly reminds him that she has raised three children) neither of you can find the energy to actually go out. You are both more than happy to relax, order a takeaway and watch a movie on “the big screen” - the TV in the living room - which is eventually paused with the intention of a quick facetime to Sofía but ends with you both falling asleep on the sofa, much to the pain of your lower backs.

Somehow, by some miracle from above, you had both successfully planned a date night for tonight. Friday’s are your half-days and Sofía’s Uncle Will had picked her up just as you logged off for the day, swinging her bags over his shoulder and sending a wink your way as he backed out of the drive and you ran back in to get ready.

Life post-baby had meant that the excitement of going out to try that new restaurant that opened up or booking to see the new blockbuster that was advertised during every show you watched turned into hoping that something would come up and you would have to cancel, slipping your feet out of heels and into slippers before you even ended the call on your overly apologetic friend as your too-tight jeans were left on the floor and swapped for a pair of Frankie’s boxers.

Not tonight though.

For some reason, a good hormone day or perhaps just you really missed these kinds of nights with your husband, you were excited.

You danced in front of the mirror as you got dressed, dug in your drawers for that too-expensive perfume, spent those extra minutes to get your lipstick just right, even looked out the lace underwear set Frankie had bought you in the (successful) attempt to make you love your post-baby body more… and then you waited in the living room.

And waited.

Time ticked on and suddenly there wasn’t enough time for Frankie to get home, shower and go out. Not if you wanted to keep that dinner reservation with the strict 15 minutes hold policy.

The genuine disappointment started to creep in and you tried not to be mad at Frankie - because something could have come up at work - but he could have called and let you know. Or even text.

With a sigh you stood and began to walk back down the hall, leaning against the sidetable to slip your heels back off, but before you could do anything a knock came to the door at exactly six on the dot. The sadness was still working up your chest when you opened the door and it took a moment to realize who was standing before you.

Your handsome, silly, loving husband dressed up in his best jeans and button down shirt with flowers in hand.

“Hi.” You laughed, blinking back at him.

“Hey.” He was clean shaven, his hat was gone and his hair, while still messy, was more tame than usual this time on a Friday. His smile was shy, that same smile that had covered his face when he picked you up for that first date all those years ago, and his eyes roamed over your body before finally looking back up into yours. “Ready?”

Still nervously laughing, the good kind of nerves that reminded you of what it was like to first date your husband, you started to step out of the door before stopping. “The flowers.” You took them gently from his hand and brought them to your nose, smelling the sweetness as you closed your eyes. “Thank you. I love them.”

He waited by the door as you ran back inside and placed the bouquet of pinks and reds in enough water to keep them fresh for getting home and then with your bag across your shoulder and keys in your hand, you were off.

Hours later, after good food and music at the bar next to the restaurant, Frankie was driving you both home. His hand rested on your lap and you played with each of his fingers as he told you a story from work that day, his thumb mindlessly tapping against the steering wheel along to the music as he went.

You had spent the whole night just being with each other; not Mom and Dad, just you and Frankie. You still had a quick phone call to say goodnight to Sofía but as soon as you hung up Frankie’s arm was back around your shoulder, a kiss pressed to your cheek as the conversation from before resumed.

The night had been mostly doused with a relaxed air but as you inched closer and closer home the car started to fill with something more tense; more heated. Frankie's hand slipped out of your grasp and his blunt fingers dragged up and down your thigh before gripping the soft top part and your legs opened immediately for him. Nothing was said as he cupped his palm over your jeans, your hips instinctively rocking into his touch as you bit down on your bottom lip and he kept his eyes on the road.

By the time he had parked the truck in the garage you were panting and your nails were digging into the leather of the seat as he quickly undid your seatbelt, rushing around the front of the truck to lift you out and wrap your legs around his waist. His hands could only fumble with the keys as you kissed down his neck, eventually the door opening with a bang as he stumbled to the wall and gripped your neck to crash his mouth against yours.

His hand stayed resting just below your neck, his thumb stroking across your collarbone as your fingers tugged on the hair at the nape of his neck. Your kiss was all teeth and tongue and barely put together sentences mumbled against each other as clothes were ripped off and hands gripped at now bare skin.

“Frankie-”

“I need to taste-”

“There, please, there-”

“Fuck, you look so good-”

“I need you to-”

At some point Frankie had perched you on the side table in the hall, his mouth sucking a mark on your neck as his fingers scissored in and out of you in a way that had you soaking his forearm as his hips rutted against you where his cock slid against the crease between your thigh and hip. You could barely string a thought together but you knew that you needed him; you needed more and for him to be closer and for you to fit together in a way you knew was perfect.

“Frankie- Inside. I need you inside.”

His head lifted from your neck and you took in his flushed cheeks and dark eyes, his lips that were plump and pouting as his jaw went slack. His eyes darted to the stairs before his head turned to the kitchen and he lifted you off of the table with one forearm under your thighs and his hand holding the back of your neck as he kissed you hard.

It had been longer than you could remember since you were both this desperate for each other, this careless for where you were when you gave into the need to take each other here and now. With a young baby usually in the house this spontaneity had to give to something calmer - and not that either of you were complaining for the most part because you would give up the world for your daughter - but sometimes you missed this.

Suddenly your back was arching away from something cold but a steady hand on your stomach pushed you back down, your legs falling open as Frankie settled between them and stared down at you. It was still dark but the back porch light gave enough light for you to see how his pupils were blown wide and his eyelids fluttered closed for only a moment as he slipped his fingers into his mouth and he hummed as the taste of you danced along his tongue before dropping his hand and lining his cock up at your entrance. As his body folded over yours and his forehead came to rest against your sternum, your head rolled to the side enough to take in the kitchen around you; the dark room that was cold enough to cover your skin in goosebumps before Frankie’s warmth banished them away.

As his cock pushed inside in one deep, slow stroke, his lips wrapped around your nipple and his grunt was muffled against your skin while your moan echoed around the room. When he pulled out slowly it was the last of the caution he had left, his hips slamming back into yours in a way that made your nails drag down his back and a loud whine of his name echoed around the room.

He set a punishing pace and his cock drilled into you, one hand slipping between your bodies to rub perfectly against your clit while the other slipped into yours that rested by your head as he held his weight up.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he muttered, kissing between your breasts before his lips wrapped around your other nipple and your back arched into his touch. Your fingers threaded through his hair as you held him there, his thighs opening your legs wider for him as he pushed deeper and deeper inside. “It’s like you were made for me, hm?”

“Yes! Yes, Frankie I was made for you- fuck- you make me feel so full.”

That made him groan in return, his mouth kissing up your neck and jaw before his lips ghosted over yours. He wasn’t quite pressing his mouth against yours, his breath fanning your chin in sharp gasps as his eyes closed in an almost pained-pleasure and his forehead rested against your own.

“I’m- I’m so close,” you gasped and his forehead nodded against yours, his jaw slack with pleasure and all words lost on his tongue as he brought you both to the edge and pushed you over with one last thrust of his hips into yours.

A mix of his name and wordless moans left your mouth as your body shook beneath his and he eventually pressed his lips to yours, swallowing each and every sound you gave him as he spilled inside. He was wound so tight that all he could do was give into his own release, his heartbeat thumping wildly in his chest, neck and wrists as his head dropped to your neck and he finally gasped an inhale.

His body shook above yours until his arms gave out, his softening cock slipping from you as he rolled to the side and brought you against his chest. His lips pressed against your temple and yours against his chest as your breathing began to slow, the cold tiles of the floor contrasting his warmth beneath you.

“My back is not going to thank me for that in the morning,” he groaned and you laughed, lifting your head enough to look into his eyes.

“Well maybe I can twist Will’s arm and get him to keep Sofía for an extra hour or two and I’ll treat you to a bath and massage.” You winked back at him and he laughed in return, carefully lifting your bodies until you were both standing in the middle of the kitchen.

His arm wrapped around your back and brought you against his side, his mouth slanting over yours as he kissed you with a firmness that made you melt into his touch, your body leaning against his as he kissed your nose and forehead before his hand playfully slapped against your ass once.

“Let me put these flowers in a proper vase and then we can shower," he mumbled against you.

You leant against the edge of the counter as he filled up the vase you liked, carefully lifting the flowers one by one from the first one you had picked up before leaving for dinner as he trimmed the stems enough and placed them in their new home. He hummed softly under his breath as he worked and you pushed off from the counter, leaning your cheek in the space between his shoulder blades and wrapping your arms around his middle.

Tonight reminded you of those nights when you first started dating, when you and Frankie would stumble into his apartment in the wee hours of the morning and would slip between fucking and making love until the sun was coming up, only stopping long enough for breakfast. Sometimes you still had those nights, one where you would map out each other until falling asleep with your leg wrapped over his waist in a way that made it easy to slip back into some morning sex before the rest of the world woke, but you loved these nights more.

These nights where you could balance the desperation you felt when it came to the attraction between each other with this kind of soft love; one that still had the power to keep you on your toes but also wrapped you in a warm blanket when you needed it most. You were completely lost to this thought when Frankie finished with the flowers, his body turning in your arms and catching the tail end of the deep thought that danced through your eyes.

“What are you thinking about?” He asked in a hushed tone, his fingers tapping under your chin and making a smile break out across your face.

“Just how much I love you.”

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