#i did warn you the sequel would not be a happily ever after fic

[formula-fun]

hey em! how does charles' labour goes? are max and charles even jn the same country or does charles go back to monaco for his last few weeks? in other news, do you have a snippet of the new chapter for us yet?

they're both in monaco, I can tell you that much! it's during winter break so they're together and in the same place.

This won't be in the next update, it'll be in any potential sequel that gets written. i do have a snippet from the sequel for you though since i dont know how long it will take to see the light of day--probably a while, unfortunately. cw pregnancy discussions of miscarriage etc etc

The little scanner thing feels weird and alien, especially with all the blue gunk on his stomach that it’s pushing around. He thinks he might be holding Max’s hand too hard; his face is all pinched, and he keeps giving Charles worried looks when the doctor is looking away. That might be because of the panic that’s souring Charles’ scent. He doesn’t know. Not for the first time, he’s glad their doctor is a beta. 

“Alright,” she says, cutting through the silence. A blur shows up on the screen, grey and hazy. Charles looks away; looks at Max, who’s still watching, his blue eyes wide with wonder. 

“It’s turned around a little,” she says. She moves the probe again, and Charles’ abs jump. He shivers against the cold of it; squeezes Max’s hand. “There we go. There’s the head, and those there are the hands. Everything looks okay.”

“Charles,” Max breathes. He tears his eyes away, looking at Charles. Charles holds his gaze, frozen. He doesn’t dare turn around. He feels ancient; he’s been here before. He feels seven years old, refusing to look under his and Arthur’s bed in case it makes the monsters real. 

“There’s the heartbeat,” the doctor narrates happily. 

Max doesn’t look away from him. The wonder on his face slips into worry. He flexes his fingers, but Charles doesn’t let go. Charles squeezes even tighter, unwilling to let him move an inch. Max doesn’t wince, to his credit. He doesn’t even blink. 

“Is there anything wrong?” Charles asks her without looking away. 

She hums and moves the probe. It feels gross; he feels nauseous and too small, like he can’t breathe. His muscles hurt from how hard he’s clenching them.

“No, everything looks good. You have a very healthy baby.”

Charles bursts into tears. 

Within an instant Max is in his space, his shoulder beneath his cheek, one hand gently guiding Charles’ arm around his neck. “Can we have the room for a moment?” Max asks politely, as if Charles isn’t sobbing into his shirt. 

Charles doesn't register the doctor slipping out, just that the probe is gone and Max’s hands are on him, big and warm and safe. He shushes him gently, soothing up and down his spine as he murmurs a constant stream of calming sounds, and normally Charles would feel patronized for being taken care of like he’s one of Vic’s babies, but he needs this. Besides, when he pulls back finally Max’s eyes are wet. He needs this, too. 

“Charles,” he murmurs, hushed. “You didn’t say it was this bad.” 

“I’m sorry,” he gets out. 

“You have nothing to be sorry about.”

“No, I shouldn’t be scared. It’s bad for the baby.” His breath catches on a sob as he says it: ba-a-aby. He feels sick from all the sobbing, and the tears are stinging his cheeks. 

Max just shakes his head. He’s watching him like he’s trying to figure him out, even as he wipes away his tears with a tissue pilfered from the doctor’s desk. The tear tracks just get replaced with new ones. Max’s kindness always makes him cry even more, and especially now when he’s hormonal; he should know that by now. 

Charles sniffles, long and drawn out. Max is playing with the fine hair at the top of his neck in the way that always makes shivers run straight down his spine. It does the same thing here, even now, and Charles slumps into him. 

“I thought you were doing better after you talked to your mom,” Max says quietly. “Did it help?” 

“It helped,” Charles mutters. “It didn’t make it disappear.” 

“I didn’t think it would,” Max replies. “I just thought…why didn’t you tell me?” His tone is soft, like he’s talking to one of the cats. His touch is gentle. “I thought you would tell me, like last time.” 

“I don’t know,” Charles says, shrugging. He wipes at his eyes. “One of us should be excited about this. I’m excited, of course, but I–I have to worry. I have to think about it.”

“To think about losing it,” Max guesses, but Charles shakes his head. “Charles,” he sighs, his voice soft. “Tell me, please.” 

“Losing it but not knowing,” Charles admits, barely above a whisper. He fixes his eyes on the hollow of Max’s throat, refusing to look at him. “Sometimes it just dies. Having a corpse inside of me for weeks and not knowing, and then knowing and not being able to get it out. Or sometimes the baby is born with no brain or no head or no skull and it dies after an hour, or it has no kidneys and they cannot find a donor in time, and then they use the baby as a donor for other babies instead because it is not going to live. I cannot–” his eyes well again, and he pushes the tears away with the heel of his hand. When he looks up, Max is watching him with horror. “I need to worry. I will be ready if I worry. They keep telling me not to, but if I have to–to get rid of it, or watch it die, I want to be ready. So you can’t tell me–” 

“No,” Max cuts in, his voice thick. “No, Charles, I’m not–you’re allowed to worry. Come here.” Max pulls him in close, breathing like he’s trying not to cry. It doesn’t seem like it’s working. Guilt wells in Charles’ chest. Charles closes his eyes and presses his face into his neck, breathing in the familiar scent of him. 

“Are you not worried?” Charles says into his shirt. “You have to be.” 

“Of course I’m worried. I didn’t plan a life around a baby. I’m worried about losing you,” Max says, and. Oh. “I’m not just sitting here waiting for you to have a baby. You’re the love of my life. We’re partners. Please don’t protect me from things like this.” 

“You never said.” 

“I know.” He swallows, his throat bobbing. “I think that makes me a hypocrite, then. But we need to be more open with each other.” 

“You won’t tell me not to think about it?” 

Max huffs out a wet laugh. “That would make me a hypocrite, too.” 

“What do you think about?” 

His scent goes abruptly sour, fearful and sad. Max takes a deep breath, shifting them around to hold Charles closer. “Can we not talk about it here?” he asks quietly, even though all his muscles have gone tight. 

Charles nods against his throat. “Yeah,” he says, immediately regretful. He nuzzles at Max’s collar until he reaches the scar just above his collar bone; lingers there and waits for him to relax again. “Yeah. Later.” 

Max nods against his shoulder. He goes boneless as Max strokes through his hair again, their bodies pressed together except where the slight curve of Charles’ stomach holds them apart, and—

“Max,” Charles chides even as he relaxes further against him, “the goo. It is on you too now.”

“It’ll wash out,” Max says, uncaring. 

“You will look like you have been attacked by an alien when we walk out. You look like you fought a giant slug.”

“Have you been watching those weird horror movies again?”

Charles pulls away from him finally to look at him. Of course Max had worn something nice for once, ever-afraid of the doctors, and of course his four thousand euro designer sweater is now covered in blue goop. A little gelatin-like chunk of it is hanging from one of his pecs, and Charles flicks it off with a snicker. 

When the doctor finally comes back in she brings a new shirt for Max bearing the hospital’s logo. She politely turns around while Max strips off his old one. Charles doesn’t, and ogles him shamelessly. 

“These are for you,” the doctor tells Charles, handing him a box of animal crackers clearly pilfered from the pediatric ward.

“Are they not for children?” Charles asks, but he takes them anyway. 

“You are having a child, so it is kind of the same thing,” she points out. “Anyway, nobody stopped me. I hope you are feeling better. Is there anything I can do to help? Any questions I can answer?” 

The long muscles of Max’s back disappear beneath the heather grey cotton. The word VOLUNTEER spreads over his shoulders in massive font, stretching a bit when he reaches forward to fold the sweater with the goo on it. Charles chews his cracker slowly. Max looks back at Charles when the silence stretches for a beat too long; catches his gaze and then rolls his eyes, his ears going pink. 

“Everything is okay?” Charles asks finally. “No, um…spina bifida, or anencephaly, or…” 

“No,” the doctor says firmly. “Everything looks normal. We’ll continue monitoring, but if either of those were risks we would have caught them by now.” 

Charles nods. He pushes another cracker into his mouth; ignores the prickle of tears in his eyes. 

“And Charles is okay?” Max asks, wandering closer. “The blood tests are good?” 

“Everything looks good,” she assures them. “Charles, you’re a little bit lower on iron than last time. It isn’t an issue. Just try to eat a little more red meat. Do you feel okay?”

“I feel fine,” Charles murmurs. “Stressed, of course, but fine.” 

“That’s understandable. Just remember everything is normal. There are always risks, of course, but for right now it looks like neither of you have anything to worry about.” 

Max lets out a long breath and sags against him. Charles, exhausted, hands him an animal cracker.

[foreverisntenough]

‘OURS’

Summary: You were his and he was yours but what would it be like adding one more? Thrust into a whirlwind romance you never could’ve imagined that became your forever love. You continue building a new life across the pond with a very beautiful Scouser. A sequel to the ‘You’re Mine’ fic.

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Warnings: This series will contain fluff, suggestion, smut (unprotected sex,) pregnancy, mention of the word ‘daddy,’ kind of angsty, alcohol consumption - not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: Thank you for reading! Please be sure to like, comment, or message me what you think of the series! Try not to nitpick with any real pregnant logistics it’s better if you just read along happily :)

Chapter 7 - Gonna Be Okay | ‘Ours’

You and Trent were just in the Maldives splitting banana gelato, clinking spoons as the sun set down the western horizon on a perfect night. Okay, you were eating it all but besides the point. You were sitting yapping with pride about how you never really fought. No couple had ever been so compatible. How perfectly suited you were and retrospectively how perfectly naive. Fast forward and you were in huff in the kitchen because he had promised to refill the dogs water bowls and hadn’t. He left for training completely oblivious that he had forgotten. You were slamming cabinet doors frustrated in a rage. This had become a daily occurrence. Not specifically filling water bowls but just small things had you almost in tears. What had happened. Teddy was a little over a month old. You wouldn’t say things had calmed down with her but there was definitely more of a routine. Although that routine consisted of you and Trent suppressing a lot of issues you were having. It was all about Teddy. All the time. Becoming parents had put a strain on your relationship you weren’t expecting and definitely we’re ignoring. Part of the problem was that you both were exhausted. You had so much less time with each other and much less time for other people after she arrived. Everyday felt like a broken record and broken it was. It was so unusual for you two to work around each other like this as opposed to working together. You always had such good communication, such empathy and understanding but right now… you weren’t sure you'd had a real conversation in about 2 days. You’d never gone this long. The awkwardness was palpable but your schedules made it so you didn’t really even have the space let alone the energy to deal with it.

“T… I’m not just going to stay home and wait for you to be done.” You quipped turning to the refrigerator to grab a water to hand to him. That was the other problem that made this all so easy to ignore. You still so obviously cared for each other. The love never went anywhere so you were still doing a lot of the same things just with a ton of resentment.

“Baby, this is such a bad time for this. I’m literally walking out the house right now.” He calmly said back but you knew what that meant. It was the politest way he could say ‘shut up, I don’t want to talk about this’ Next thing you knew he was gone, out the front door for another away game. You stood cradling Teddy with tears threatening to spill over. God, you were so fucking tired. You prayed things would just sort themselves on their own. When Trent came back things didn’t snap back to normal like you had hoped. It had been days since he returned and you’d both been busy. There was minimal communication outside of ‘can you feed her’ or ‘can you change her’ One more thing that definitely was causing issues was your sleeping arrangement. You couldn’t remember the last time you even cuddled.

“We need to sit down and talk about this, Trent. We can’t fall apart now.” You nervously spoke up coming round the couch to stand in front of him blocking the tv.

“Baby…” he sighed with a puppy dog face. His lips falling into the perfect pout he knew would get his way. He was never good with confrontation and boy did he have the face to get out of it but you had had enough.

“No. No. This is not how this is going to go.” You wiped away tears of frustration that started to build. You were mad you felt so emotional while he sat stoic as ever. “We need a real discussion. Like real adults, Trent. We’re fucking parents, now. We can’t just pretend nothing is going on.” You snapped a little. You had just put Teddy down for a nap so despite the heat of your words your voice was low and soft not wanting to wake her. Whether or not he wanted to admit it or talk about it, Trent felt sidelined while you concentrated mainly on Teddy. Just the same as he felt ignored, sitting on the bench, you felt you had completely disappeared. Everyone focused solely on your baby. Your life had dwindled down to only care and feed for Teddy rather than be a partner or person in your own right.

“I’m really fucking tired Trent… you go and you work out or whatever, let out all your stress out, see your friends and I’m here! I’m here all the fucking time. I can’t leave the house.” You yelled in the quietest way possible. Inside you were fuming as the words came out. It hit you that you couldn’t remember the last time you had left the house without Teddy or not for Teddy. He hated that you were using his first name. He gave you this confused look as to why you thought he wasn’t living this experience of being a new parent with you.

“Why are you trying to keep score?” He flicked his eyes up to you as you stood there in the living room with your hands on your hips. You felt like your knees were going to give out from either exhaustion or desperation but you gave off the appearance of being incredibly strong in the moment.

“Trent! “ you yelped, feeling defeated already by his response. He threw his head to the side, annoyed you kept calling him that and it definitely wasn’t being said in a good way. “When you have a match… ugh! We’re not even sleeping together in the same bed anymore because I have to wake up to feed her and I can’t mess up your schedule for games!” You cried.

“Yeah, go on Y/N. Just keep piling it on. I know, I know I’m not home a lot. I know” He said it with such a harsh tone. You’d give it to him Trent had some drama and sass to him. A bit of a bite you rarely were on this end of. Usually his smart mouth brought humor but this… this was not funny.

“That’s not fair!” You whimpered out. Rubbing your hands over your face beginning to rock back and forth filled with nerves unsure where this conversation was even going.

“It’s so I can provide for you, Y/N. Why don’t you realize that?” He threw the first name seriousness back at you. His eyes widened in disbelief, shocked you couldn’t see what he did for you, sacrificed for you. He gave up so much of his time away from his new born baby to give you the comfortable life you lived but just the same he couldn’t see what you had been sacrificing. “You wanted to have this baby too, Y/N.” He lashed out sitting forward more towards the edge of the couch. His puppy dog face had completely vanished a long time ago. He looked at you like he hated you. You knew he didn’t but right now you weren’t in the frame of mind to have that clear of thinking.

“Stop… do not go there. That’s fucked up and a line you can’t cross.” You were more upset now and rightfully so. Bringing the topic of having Teddy into this was unfair and uncalled for. The second he said it Trent felt a pit in his stomach. You stormed out of the room holding back tears till you were alone and far away enough for him not to hear. He wanted to take it back. He wanted to chase after you and hug you until you forgave him and made up. He wanted to go back to when you could just fuck this out and physically turn a lot of anger into a lot of love. That wasn’t going to happen. This was a battle of words. He knew things were bad, he knew what he said wasn’t great but he didn’t know hot to get to you without messing things up further so he kept his distance. After that squabble it was just days of awkward kitchen run ins. The only time you really spoke were in cutesy voices to Teddy who thankfully you assumed was oblivious to it all. She was maybe 40 days old. It wasn't like she could really pick up on the tension when you asked Trent if he had run the dishwasher but you didn’t want her around this negative vibe for long. You’d never experienced this type of long term strain with him. You never pinned either of you to be the type to hold a grudge but you both felt you had respective points to be made and wouldn’t let go. Once again, Trent had an away game and you murmured a feisty sarcastic ‘of course’ when he told you he was leaving the house. It was unnecessary so he ignored it and told you he loved you anyway. He still meant it, he just didn’t exactly love how cold you’d been towards him lately. It was before he was boarding his flight to come back home when you FaceTimed him. You were putting Teddy to bed. It was routine and just because you weren’t getting along didn’t mean you were going to deprive Teddy of seeing her dad before sleep. Your eyes were practically shutting from lack of sleep while Trent babbled to her.

“You know who’s just as perfect as you, baby bear? Your mummy.” You heard it and furrowed your brow. Were you crazy? Did he not know you had been fighting? You rolled your eyes. “C’mon, baby we gotta get through this.” He tried to get you to loosen your grip on the whole thing but you weren’t having it. Trent just wanted to brush over this, move and put a plaster over it. He wanted you back in his arms desperately. After you hung up you definitely felt a little bit guilty. You knew he was trying his best. It was just Trent’s way. All he wanted to do was love you but you needed something different than that right now. In a fun twist, it was Trent’s birthday this week. You couldn’t have felt more awkward about it. Truthfully and deep down you knew this fighting was temporary and you loved him so you didn’t want to taint a day you had the opportunity to really show him how much you did love him but you were stubborn. You didn’t want to be the one to say sorry first and you certainly were not going to go the rest of your life as a mother like this, you needed a conversation. Per usual as of late, you awkwardly both got ready in your wardrobe together. He asked what you wanted him to wear. Normally the task would excite you. You loved dressing him. He didn’t really mind either way even though he looked significantly better when you did. You could tell this was some sort of olive branch but it wasn’t enough. You just dragged your hand over the closet full of his tops lazily pulling out a Rhude t-shirt to hand to him. He gave a half assed smile disappointed his effort didn’t do anything. You put on a tanish grey linen off the shoulder mini dress. You actually liked it and felt okay in it. The dress was doing a lot considering you jusstttt had Teddy. He zipped your dress. His hands on your cold skin made you shiver. It was strange that his touch made you feel that way. You could cut the tension in the room with a knife. You selected a pair of heels you hadn’t been able to wear since before you were pregnant. They just ran narrow and your swollen feet weren’t having it. You picked out a purse you bought in a pregnant haze. It was insanely kitschy and looked like a takeout box but it happened to be almost £2,000 from YSL. Trent probably gave into cravings in a different way than most people. You had bought some ridiculous things while pregnant but it was still cute. You stood in the mirror inspecting the full outfit.

“You look good.” Trent muttered out seeing you as he sat on the bed waiting for you. He meant it. He never said stuff like that if he didn’t. Dianne was coming over to take care of Teddy. You were not thrilled about leaving her but you wouldn’t be out long. It’s not like you and Trent were exactly eager to spend alone time together despite it being much needed. You had made a reservation at a Sushi place you went to when you celebrated his birthday on your first visit. It was sweet in theory but now it just rubbed it in how much things had changed.

“Tuna roll?” He asked you, inspecting the menu even though you both knew exactly what you were getting. You could recite his sushi order backwards. You were excited to finally have sushi again so as much as this was for Trent it was a little for you too. You ate your meal talking about basic things you might talk to a neighbor about, fairly generic for two people that lived together, that loved each other. You had ordered a special roll Trent was too scared to try but you made him have a piece anyway. He liked it and a while later he plucked another piece off your plate with his chopsticks. You widened your eyes at him, your jaw slacked. He gave you a cheeky grin with his cheeks full as he chewed. You kept eating until he did it again. You had now given him half of your order.

“T! Stop!” You giggled. He was so annoying and you hated how cute he was every time he was being a pest.

“I’ll buy you more, beautiful.” He cooed, taking a fourth of your six piece roll. You laughed at him shaking your head. It kind of felt like you were just beginning to date again. He was flirting with you and it made your heart flutter. You looked at him and watched in what felt like slow motion his big hand reach across the table to wipe a bit of soy sauce that had rested atop your lips. The feeling of his fingers on your lips, near your mouth, had your heart racing. Images of times he pushed his fingers in your mouth while he fucked you flashed in your mind. There was something about Trent in a white t-shirt. He just looked so fresh and clean. Sexy. It made you think of the first time you gave him head you remember watching his back muscles dance as he pulled the white t-shirt over his golden brown skin. You had hummed at the image.

“At a white t-shirt?” He questioned what you were possibly so enamored with.

“No, you in a clean white t-shirt after I just had your cock in my mouth” You corrected him. He couldn’t hold the grin back. He walked back over to you holding the pair of camouflage pants he was going to wear.

“It’s so good. I like this one. You always know the hits.” His voice cut off your moment of reverie. He was really fucking handsome. As messy and tense as things had been you’d never not be attracted to him and that only made it that much annoying when he did stupid shit. As you drove towards home it was like the mood lowered with every passing mile. It wasn’t like you weren’t excited to get back to Teddy. You actually felt like you could burst with the need to get her back in your arms. It just was that this dinner was some sort of escape from the reality of things. There weren’t dog’s water bowls he could forget to fill at the restaurant.

It had been almost two months post birth and you really didn’t want to nor have any desire to have sex. You thought about his body that way for sure, but the idea of him touching your body was hard to imagine. Previously, sex was what birthdays between you and Trent consisted of and you loved it. It was fun and hot. A time to try things out, spend all day in bed but you were so exhausted and frankly sore. Your body felt anything but sexy… it felt gross like it wasn’t actually yours anymore. You often felt touched out at the end of the day. You had a baby on you practically 24/7. Sex was the last thing on your mind leaving Trent feeling fairly neglected and rejected. It was the perfect storm. You barely were sleeping together so the second you were he wanted to be all over you and the second he was you just wanted to be alone. You went to bed that night, backs facing one another with your arms slightly outstretched towards the middle of the bed linking pinkies not okay with being completely out of reach from the other. It was strange but gave you a tinge of hope. You laid in bed the next day and got to sleep in. Trent handled morning duties with Teddy. He even took her for a walk in her pram just to get her outside.

“She’s down for her nap.” He came back into your bedroom a while later. You just hummed.

“I’ll feed her when she wakes up again.” You practically scoffed at him for no reason. It was uncalled for but you just felt so annoyed. What were you two doing… it felt so unnecessary and yet you couldn’t get over the hurdle. Trent stared at you in bed. He didn’t like what he saw. He knew you, he knew your body so well and yet you almost looked foreign. You were limp, crashed into the bed, face first into the pillows, barely under the covers. It made him terribly sad. As hard headed as Trent could be, he wasn’t dumb. He was a really empathetic person; he just needed a minute to sort out his own emotions. He needed to really get a good look at you again. Like right now, it was like something changed. Like he finally understood what was going on.

“Y/N…” he cooed softly sitting on the edge of the bed next to you. He very cautiously reached his hand out to stroke your arm. You felt cold. He shut his eyes, hating how things had been. You had just become a family, welcomed your baby girl together and yet you had never felt less like one. He kissed the back of your arm. You shivered feeling the lips you absolutely adored for the first time in a while. You missed him. “I want to make things better. I’m really sorry. Can we talk?” He nervously murmured out. A barely there subtle soft smile pulled on your face. You knew you would get to the point of having a calm discussion about what’s been going on. You didn’t think it would take so long and honestly you didn’t think it’d be him to initiate it but it didn’t matter. You sat back against the headboard of your bed and pulled your knees to your chest. You looked at him closely inspecting his face to see if it had changed any since you last had a proper look. It hadn’t. His eyes still had a warm honey hue in the light, lips still perfectly plump, his skin annoyingly smooth despite minimal effort. His amber smell wafted towards you.

“I’m sorry too, baby.” You looked at him with obvious pain in your eyes. When he heard the pet name he knew you had to just make it through this conversation and everything would be a lot better.

“I know I should know and understand without having to do this but can you explain to me what you’ve been feeling? I want to hear you out so I can be better. Just tell me what I need to do to get things back on track. How do I do more than I’m doing? I feel exhausted.” He babled a little feeling just as nervous as you. His words kind of broke your heart. He really was trying his best. He didn’t know how to do anything different yet.

“T… I know you do a lot for me, for her, for us but as much as it is work for you… you do get to leave here everyday. You get the escape. I know you think about us when you’re not here” he nodded, confirming he definitely did think about you but he didn’t want to interrupt you so he stayed silent. “Just consider for even the 90 minutes when you are fully focused on a match. As you should be, I’m not saying otherwise. That's 90 minutes I’m alone, with her, at home, and unfortunately still dealing with a lot of the physical aftermath as well. Like my body is in so much discomfort and pain and I have her on me constantly. I don’t mean to sound patronizing but you could never understand how I feel in my own body right now… and that’s just the some odd 90 minutes we’re talking about not all the days you’re away for” your eyes started to welle. “I need you to support me a little here.” Your voice was shaky. Trent reached out and grabbed your hands.

“I want to support you, baby I’m so sorry.” He quivered, upset you had been feeling this way. “I hate that I wasn’t thinking about things that way. I can’t imagine what you’re going through, what you went through to give us our family. I think I pull out this card that I am providing for you because it’s one of the only things I can give back to you. Only thing I know I can control and contribute. You give me so much, you gave me her. It’s hard because I know the way you provide for me is something I’ll never be able to reciprocate.” He stared at your intertwined hands unable to look you in the eyes. “I do think about you 24/7. I feel like I’m gonna cry when I pull out of the driveway and it’s not just about leaving Teddy, it's leaving you. It’s different now, leaving. I feel like I’m letting you down when I go. It was easier for me lately just to shut it out and not tell you that because I feel so guilty. Everytime I’m on the pitch laughing I just hope you’re at home laughing with her.” He tried to explain his rational and you understood.

“T, that’s the problem though. I don't want to be at home all the time. I don’t want you to feel guilty, baby, either but we really need to find a way to help the other person with what they’re going through. We’re both doing this for the first time and it’s really fucking hard” your voice was shaking realizing just how difficult things had been.

“We work a lot better together. I’m not keen on the whole opposing sides thing. How do we figure this out?” You knew Trent was very action oriented so you thought for a moment how to explain things.

“Okay…erm like I need to go get my hair done. Can you please actually tell me you’re taking her. Not go to your mums… like you, baby. Take her, don’t offer. She’s your baby too. And honestly, not even just going to do my hair, even showers at home, T. During the day if you’re here. She’s like glue… constantly stuck to me.” You giggled a little bit thinking about your baby girl’s clinginess.

“She’s cute glue to be fair” he laughed and it shattered your heart in the best way. He hadn’t laughed with you since dinner. You shook your head with a smile knowing that was half the issue here. Teddy was so cute, everything had just been glossed over every time she batted her eyes. “But I understand, baby.”

“How can I help you, T?” you asked, moving your hand to his thigh. Your touch sent electricity coursing through his body. He was staring at your hand on him before his eyes flickered up to lock with yours he gave you the most beautiful smile you loved. Childish, full.

“You know, maybe you can drive me AXA or come see me. I don’t mean to make it about footie but it’s where I have to be for almost 7 days a week. I want to see her. I want to see you.” He looked scared to even bring up football at the moment but he was right it was his whole life.

“I got it. We can do that. Would be nice. Little carpool… drop daddy off.” You cooed with a giggle bobbing back and forth on the bed thinking about it. You could feel the air lifting and lightening as you continued breaking down how to be more supportive. You talked for ages outlining things you both needed help with. “We can do this, hmm? “ you said apprehensively. He winked at you and your heart skipped a beat. You much preferred when you were on good terms. You gave him a childish smile. Both shy and confident about being able to figure this out with him.

“There she is.” He cooed, stroking his thumb over your full cheek. “My beautiful girl. I love you so so much. I’m sorry, baby. Honest. C’mere.” He pulled you into him and you felt your whole body relax. Relax more than it had in months. “We’re gonna be okay.” He kissed you. You felt a shiver run up your spine in the best way. You felt relief.

“And on cue… she’s nothing but persistent” you giggled hearing Teddy coo over the baby monitor. Trent kissed you again. He started to stand up from his seat on the bed.

“You want to shower? I’ll go get her.” He asked you genuinely serious.

“Funny…” you quipped back not amused with the joke you thought he was making.

“I’m serious! If we’re gonna do this you have to at least let me help you!” He laughed at you. He pulled you by your hands up from the bed. He placed his own hands on your shoulders and walked you into the en-suite.

“Okay, okay, I can do it.” You wiggled out of his hold and began to pull off your clothes. Laughing as your dragged your top over your head.

“So difficult” he teased with a similar laugh squeezing your now bare sides. He began to walk out of the bathroom.

“Hey T…” you stared in the mirror back at him. He turned around with a hum. “I love you, baby.” You said sheepishly but still very sure of it. He nodded with a soft sympathetic smile. “Could we maybe do a birthday redo today with Ted?”

“I love you more than anything in the world, beautiful. Absolutely, you girls going to to take me out?” He thought he was so so funny all the time. The corniness was half the charm. He just was cute and simultaneously sexy.

“Just so annoying all the time.”you joked as he walked a little closer to you before he smushed another wet kiss onto your cheek that you loved. When he came back in with Teddy already dressed, ready to go, you knew things were going to be fine. You both were just new at this whole parenting thing. Trent drove down into the city center and you felt so incredibly domestic going on a family outing. You decided on something low key and normal so you went out to get coffees and walk the docks.

“I haven’t been down here for ages.” He spoke into the crisp fall air. He pushed Teddy’s Dior pram back and forth as you sat outside at a little coffee place you loved.

“You’ve been missing out on a very good croissant” you mumbled with your mouth full.

“Clearly.” He laughed at you before pulling a hearty piece from your croissant to pop in his mouth.

“Me and Marce used to come here all the time, you know?” You kept talking. You weren’t even sure he knew that. So it made you smile to connect again. Talk about things and open up.

“You two do so much shit without me” Trent feigned jealousy but as much as he joked you knew he actually did feel a little envious of all the relaxed down time you and his brothers shared together.

“We’ll start being bad at your job and maybe you wouldn’t have to play in Europe all the time, you could hang with us.” You teased leaning over to check on Teddy.

“You know you maybe should’ve been a comedian, baby. Just hilarious all the time. So funny. I’m dying of laughter.” He said with a completely straight face. You could tell though he was making a big effort not to crack a smile at you. “What do you think, Ted? Is mummy funny?” Trent cocked his head to look at her. She just wiggled in her seat excited she was getting attention from him. She loved anytime Trent even walked into a room let alone paid her mind. You grabbed her tiny hand gently folding it into a thumbs up and showed it to him. He rolled his eyes at you.

“You said that on our first date too and I think I proved you wrong. I am funny. You do think I am whether you want to admit it.” You teased referring to when you met outside your apartment for the first time telling him you would have to take the subway to dinner.

“You’re not as funny as you think” he quipped. You walked next to him up to the corner of your block towards the restaurant.

A lot of memories came up lately just because of the massive change you were experiencing. A part of you felt like you were mourning the loss of the juvenile versions of yourselves who didn’t have a care in the world. Your only concern was being each other's arms and the painstaking moments between kisses. Now… now you had a life you had to support, a human to raise. You reached across the table and grabbed Trent’s hand. You ran your fingers back and forth over his knuckles. He smiled at you and picked his hand up with yours. He pressed his lips lightly to your skin. You picked your head up to look at the water, as a boat further out in the river coasted by. You clocked a man taking a photo of Trent as you sat at the table outside the cafe.

“Seriously, if only you were bad at your job.” You nodded subtly towards the man. Trent turned to see him after your gesture. He looked back at you with an apologetic look. He was just trying to spend time with you and Teddy so when the man came over it was a little awkward but he was still really kind and patient. Trent really didn’t want a photo of Teddy out yet though so he politely declined the photo.

“Sorry, mate, I’d love to but I’m with my family right now. It was lovely to meet you though. Thank you for all your support.” Trent spoke low, not trying to draw more attention to himself in downtown Liverpool.

“You can.” You whispered with a nod of approval not minding if he took a photo.

“Ahhh yeah alright lad, you know what we’ll take one quick. Face this way.” Trent turned so the city was behind them in the photo, not you and Teddy. He winked at you. You picked up Teddy from her pram and kept her tight to your chest, rocking her gently.

You went home and ate dinner at your dinning room table with your family. You couldn’t believe you had a family now but you were just happy that you and Trent were back to the place you were in before. You made the cake you previously had planned to with the help of some grubby fingers taste tasting and they weren’t Teddy’s. You had given Trent his presents on his actually birthday but this felt more important, more special. You wanted to make Trent something from scratch. You grew up with the luxury of learning how to bake and cook, not needing to. Your mum brought you with her to France to take some classes for your 16th birthday once and you found you had a knack for it. It was a good cake to be honest, a take on funfetti. You had shown Trent funfetti when you were on a trip back in the US once and he just loved it so that was that. Birthday cake decision made. You placed birthday candles in the cake and dimmed the lights in your dining room and sang happy birthday to him swaying with your baby girl. When you finished and he blew out his candles he pulled you into his lap. You sat down nuzzling your face into his neck.

“Happy Birthday Daddy, we love you so much, T.” You kissed his neck again and again. Teddy attempted a giggle and a smile fascinated with the noise of your lips peeling on and off his skin. “Say happy birthday dada” you cooed squishing Teddy’s cheeks together with one hand gently. She squealed. You both laughed at her excitement.

“Thank you my beautiful girls. You’re my whole world. I love you both so much.” He gave Teddy a big kiss and you pouted at him as you waited for yours. Teddy wasn’t sleeping through the night but her naps were getting longer you guessed. You and Trent laid her down for what Trent was hoping to be an especially long one.

“Did I tell you how sexy you looked today?” He whispered in your ear with a cheeky nibble to your earlobe as you walked down the hallway. His arms hung around your frame heavily. You rolled your eyes swatting at his arm.

“C’mon, baby. How often do I tell you you’re sexy? I need you to know how sexy you are.” He cooed as you entered your bedroom. He plopped onto the edge of the bed and you went to follow him for a cuddle. You wanted to be close to him. Finally back in each others good graces you wanted to feel connected. Trent did too just in a different way. He held his hand out to stop you from coming closer. You cocked your head confused. You backed up a few steps and stared at him waiting for him to tell you some sort of direction.

“Lemme see. I know you. Lemme see what you have on today.” He spoke with a tone that sent the most excited shiver running down your spine, your pussy throbbed. You gradually began to pull your clothes off, layer by layer. You stripped for him. You giggled at the way it made you feel. Trent had a way of making you feel sexy without even touching you. The way his jaw slacked. You turned away from him to slide off the trousers you had on, bending over. He groaned throwing his head back as you spun around for him. He shook his head in disbelief of your figure. “Still my birthday?” You nodded with a shy smile. “Lay down for me…” so you followed instructions. He watched you lay back on the bed. To be fair you hadn’t really thought of doing this tonight but regardless you always liked to get undressed in front of Trent revealing little lingerie sets and he knew you did it for him. You wouldn’t even turn to acknowledge him as you’d lean over the bathroom sink counter in different colored lace every day just for show. He climbed over you and looped his finger under the middle of the sheer black Gucci bralette you’d chosen for today. Your breath hitched. Okay, now you were definitely thinking about it. You were praying he’d be gentle with you since this would be your first time after Teddy but also funnily with the lingerie too; you liked it and it was expensive. You’d lost too many pairs of panties over your relationship with him to tears. He looked down at you with a look you forgot made your heart race. He kissed your ankle. “I love these legs, I love these thighs.” He worked kisses all over and up your whole body. “I love this hip, this stomach..” he kissed every bit of you. You couldn’t get enough of falling back into the swing of things with him.

“Baby, be gentle with me, okay?” You said to him with fear in your eyes. You sighed a little embarrassed. He just looked at you in adoration.

“I’ll take care of you, yeah? I always do. Make you remember just how beautiful I think you are.” He whispered into your ear. The vibration alone made goosebumps raise on your skin. You had the biggest fucking smile on your face after he said that. You knew you were in for a treat. Sex with Trent was something you hoped you would never struggle with. His hand lightly grabbed your jaw pulling you into a kiss. His plump soft lips feeling as perfect as ever. He dragged his hand down your throat and you moaned missing this feeling. This feeling of Trent in total control of you. He kept his hands on you and over you before he cheekily pitched your nipples.

“Oh, fuckkk” you yelped out incredibly sensitive and incredibly turned on.

“Open your mouth f’me, beautiful.” He cooed and without needing to think you did. Your eyes widened in awe of how sexy he looked above you. His other hand beginning to work his length. You sucked around his fingers licking the underside like you would his cock. He abruptly pulled them out and guided them down to your pussy. He ran his fingers through your folds before he began to slowly pump two thick digits inside of you. “Fuck, baby. I missed this pussy. Feel so good already” his voice rumbled in the quiet room as his thumb stretched up to roll over your clit.

“C’mere baby. You’re so fucking soaked I bet I could just…” he dragged his tip through your wet pussy. You weren’t expecting to be as wet as you were but it was Trent you shouldn’t have been all that surprised. “You’re so beautiful and all mine” he paused perfectly, lining up his cock with your entrance and suddenly all of the air slipped out of your lungs. He was on his knees in front of you holding your one leg up as you laid back into the mattress. His firm grip around you doing most of the work.

“Oh my fucking god, T…” Oh my god was right. You could never forget how good the sex was but this. This felt really fucking good. Your eyes fluttered closed as he slowly pushed deeper, sticking to his promise to be gentle. You gasped feeling his length. You cupped his scruffy cheeks. You blew out short breaths as you tried to adjust to his size.

“I love you so much, you know that right?” He whispered again. He felt good but also slightly uncomfortable and strangely new again. He sank his body weight down on top of you so that he became your entire focus trying to not let your mind spiral into anxiety about what he thought you felt like after your baby. You could only nod. You breathed heavily. Your legs wrapped around his arm curling to hook around it, shutting your eyes in pleasure.

“I love you, T.” You whined as you felt your legs tremble already. He nuzzled impossibly deeper. You blinked your eyes open. You locked with his deep brown eyes, soft and sensitive filled with sincerity. You tried to makeout with him needing to feel those lips on yours but you couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t think let alone multitask as he began to thrust into you slowly. You were anxious to do this but frankly, Trent felt unbelievable and if possible maybe somehow better than that. Being back inside you had his head spinning. His heart faltered a little seeing your beautiful face scrunch up. His body weight further pressed onto you while he scooped his arm under your other leg holding it up closer to your chest Your nails dug into his biceps leaving crescent marks. You whined a sound that was music to his ears. You found a rhythm that worked for you. A rhythm that made your slightly enlarged boobs bounce more for him.

“God, I love your tits, baby.” He said it with a smile eliciting a giggle from you at the compliment. Sex had never felt better emotionally. Your eyes started to water. You felt so in love with him. “You okay, baby? Tell me you’re okay. Tell me you want this?." You really did appreciate his concern; it was just hard to talk at the moment. He leaned closer to your neck licking over your most sensitive spots waiting for a response. “Hmm?”

“I want you, T. You just feel really good.” You whimpered. Tears filled your lash line so he slowed. “Please, T… more.” His eyes widened. He was nervous his current pace was already too much so it was a surprise to hear.

“I'm right here. You have me.” His face was hovering over yours. He managed to give you the kisses you so desperately wanted all over your face, your neck, your shoulders underneath him. You clenched around him. He felt it and almost giggled. He was excited to have this power back. “You wanna be a good girl and cum for me, baby?”

“I’m gonna cum. Please. Please, T. Make me cum.” You moaned as he pushed a little deeper inside with every thrust. A familiar but distant feeling crashed over you. Your brain turning to mush. His cock throbbed inside you. He grunted overwhelmed seeing you cum under him once again. He could imagine it all he wanted but he missed seeing it in real time. “T… cum inside me again, okay? Make me take all of it. I want it. Cum for me.” You whined more. He let out a strained breath. That was it for him. Knowing you missed this. That you wanted this. Wanted him. He tipped over the edge, pumping you full of his cum. With one more final deep thrust he ran his hands through your hair grabbing it pulling your head forward into the most passionate kiss you might’ve ever shared. The tension you had felt the past few weeks evaporated. You stayed tight to his body as you breathed heavily. You both were panting as he leaned his forehead on yours before he as tender as possible pulled out. He sat back for a moment and admired you. Stroking up your thigh gingerly, he breathed out a sigh of appreciation.

“Can you be a good girl f’me and spread your legs.” He asked so kindly you did it almost instinctively. “Fucking unreal. Every day since I met you.” He kissed from your stomach up to your neck nuzzling his face in his hands trailing behind his tongue the whole way. You thought you’d cuddle till Teddy woke up but you were wrong. You spread your legs the best you could. Trent cursed. His fingers traced through your folds gathering up the cum. He swiftly and slowly dipped two of his fingers inside of you. The sensation was so overwhelming and overstimulating. He pumped them methodically, deep, curling inside you.

“Wait.. wait baby. Ah!” You whined. Your hips bucking up into him.

“Gimme one more, baby.” He asked as he nibbled on your neck. You couldn’t handle the feeling. It was too much and you had poor control. You came hard and fast, squirting a little.

“Fuck… T” You panted so heavily. Completely out of breath. You just laid there eyes closed as your chest heaved up and down. You needed a moment. He laughed and frantically laid down next to you pretty proud of his work. You were tangled up in bed until you heard the little coo and whine you loved so much.

“Lemme go check on her, you stay put. I bet you’re tired.” Trent winked at you and as annoying as his playful comment was, it was very true. He pulled on his boxers and sweats and walked down the hallway into Teddy’s nursery.

“Baby bear, you okay?” Trent cooed, scooping Teddy up gently as her cries lulled. He hummed, swaying back and forth. “Wish you could tell me what you’d need. I’d do it right away, you know that?” He pressed his lips to her identical ones. “‘My little Ted. You’re so beautiful. You look like me, but I can’t tell you’re perfect just like mummy, baby girl” he whispered softly to her. It was a while later and you still laid in bed expecting to have fallen right to sleep after all that with Trent but you couldn’t knowing your two favorite people in the world were still awake just down the hall. You got up and put on a little gray sleep set. It was comfortable and that’s just what your body needed right now because you definitely were sore.

“I felt left out.” You pouted in the doorway of Teddy’s room looking at Trent reading her a book. He picked his head up with a soft smile and beckoned you over to sit on the couch with them. Teddy’s face lit up.

“Oh wow… you excited to see mummy, huh teddy girl? Weren’t that excited to see me.” Trent teased. You slapped at his bare chest before grabbing her. She hiccuped overly excited. Her head fell onto you. You hummed kissing her chubby cheek . “I like this.” He pulled on the fabric of the tiny shorts you were in. You shrugged.

“You can continue. Didn’t mean to interrupt.” You giggled a little. You smushed your face into Trent’s arm ruining your view of the colorful book but making a better one for her. You pushed your lips to kiss Trent as he read. The sound of his voice was perfect, calm and steady. It lulled you into an incredibly sleepy state. Trent plucked Teddy out of your tired arms to hold her more securely. He wrapped his free arm around you and pulled you into him. Your head fell onto his shoulder. You hugged his waist tightly.

“My girls. Hmm?” He cooed, pressing a kiss to you and Teddy. You fell asleep listening to him. He let you and Teddy sleep on him for a while. He just relaxed, closing his eyes, happy with the affection, rubbing his hands up your back. Some time later Teddy woke up and was restless. Her little grunts and whines woke you up. “You wanna feed Ted then you and me can go try to get in bed?” Trent cooed with a sympathetic smile knowing you were exhausted. You nodded still half asleep but you understood. Sticking to your schedule was important for all of you. It took longer than expected to get her fed and down again but you did it. You draped your arms around Trent’s shoulders just staring up at him tired in her room. He pressed his nose to yours. His hands cheekily sliding over your ass. He kneaded it, raising up the material of your shorts. He pulled you closer into his embrace. He cupped your ass and picked you up from under your thighs. You wrapped your legs around his waist.

“We’re actually going to bed… like sleep, right?” You cooed as Trent walked you back to your room in his arms. He laughed a little. You were nervous with the way his hands were on you if he was trying to have sex again and you were sure you could handle that yet.

“Yeah. We need to sleep. I have to go in tomorrow at 10 too.” He cooed as you stroked your thumb over his cheek. You pushed your face into the nape of his neck until he placed you on your bed. “Baby, we’re gonna be okay. I promise we’ll work on this together. I won’t let us get that way again. I know we’ll have our dips but we’re just learning to grow together.”

“I agree. Just have to talk more I think. I’m sorry I didn’t express how I felt. It’s unfair to assume you should know how I feel without me verbalizing it, that you know what is going on when we’re both doing this for the first time.” He shook his head dismissing your apology. “We might have dips like you said but T, I want this. I want us. I want this to work. God, I need this to work. I don’t think I could survive without you.”

“You could but you’ll never have to. Never even give you the chance to find out.” He cut you off. You squeezed his arm.

“I don’t want to find out. T… what do you think will happen next for us?” You tucked in closer to him cuddling up in your bed. He didn’t respond right away so you felt a little taken aback. Awkward almost. Ironic considering the things that were just said. “Like in the next five years, you know?” You tried to clarify.

“No, I know what you meant. I was just thinking of how I wanted to phrase it. I know this sounds cheesy so don’t make fun cause I’m serious.” He spoke slow. You hung onto every word of his.

“Serious” you mocked his accent and he gave you glare. You just smiled back.

“Next five years for me… just loving you. I’ve told you a million times I want to get married. I know we’re not too far into this one but I’d want another another baby… you know whenever you’re ready.” He tried to unnecessarily explain there was no pressure.

“Really?!” You would’ve squealed with excitement if Teddy weren’t finally asleep. You had jumped at the word marriage. “What ring are you gonna get meeee?” You giddily teased and moved even closer to him, laying your head and hand on his chest. “I think if I were to like make my perfect ring from scratch..” you began talking at the speed of light. You were off in dream land now. “I want a tou et moi because that’s what my parents did.” He nodded with a smile lovingly the way you spoke, the way you looked when you got excited. “I like the two-stone setting too. It’s just so beautiful to look down and see like a real representation of two people together and I kinda like the idea of the three ring deal.” You were referring to the concept of having one ring for engagement, one for marriage, and one for eternal love, usually anniversaries. Trent listened intently watching your animations. He’d asked you before nonchalantly what you wanted but you didn’t think much of it. You knew he talked about marrying you but you didn’t know when or even if that would happen.

“Oh yeah?” He picked up your left hand and kissed your knuckles. He felt pretty good about himself imagining what he has had hidden downstairs in a safe for about a year now.

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bts fanfics i think shakespeare and queen elizabeth i would’ve gossiped about.

chapter ii. ✷ chapter iv.

KEYS ON SEVERITY OF SHAKESPEARE’S STATE:

( ✮ ) — you can’t lie, shakespeare’s got a mouth on him.

( ♬ ) — they’ve ordered everyone out the room. peering through the window as we speak.

( ✎ ) — someone tell him to put that poor teacup down.

( ♛ ) — her majesty royally gasped. she’s clutching her pearls, bless her.

THE SHAKESPEARE SERIES.

WARNING: keep in mind, some of these authors are very strict on the rule that no minors should read their work if they’re underage, and i will honour that. but, at the end of the day, i am not your parent. so, there’s that. but heed my warning wisely. any smut or 18+ content is highlighted in bold.

NOTE: we’re on part three already? damn, times flies. if you’re new here, welcome to the shakespeare series where i write essays about fics that would absolutely annihilate shakespeare — hence the name. if you haven’t read the past two chapters, you can access them in the masterlist above! let’s get into it.

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( ♛ ) MATILDA — by @babystrcandy

!! yoongi x reader | 141.8k !!

brothers best friend au, angst, fluff, eventual smut.

my therapist would absolutely adore this fanfic. maybe i should recommend it to her. or just send her the link. she’d be thrilled.

this series is dedicated to anyone who felt like the second choice, the one always forgotten about, the so-called disappointment, the people pleaser, the perfectionist, the one whose family has let them down over and over again.

reading this, alike reading anything else, transports you to another world. however, the difference between this one and all others, is this makes you feel safe. secure. a safe place. a sanctuary you never realised even existed, where you feel accepted and loved. it takes the idea of home and really drills it in.

if you find yourself relating to this story, like i did, i want to you to know i see you and i truly hope one day you find everything you were deprived of growing up. you deserve peace. you deserve love.

while you’re at it, go give this author some love for seeing us, listening to us, and validating our experiences. and for writing such a beautiful story.

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( ♬ ) DILF JK — by @venusiangguk

!! jungkook x reader | 85.5k !!

strangers to lovers, dad!jk, friends with benefits, smut (18+), fluff.

if some army’s weren’t such delulu’s and so consumed by the imaginary idea that they’ll one day marry a bts member and live happily ever after, this is the type of shit we’d actually get. but no, we’re forever plagued by fiction because of a few overly obsessed wankers.

rant aside, dilf!jk is a concept. one that needs to be studied and researched for my own personal needs. because i thought dilf!namjoon was dangerous (and he most certainly is), but dilf!jk is a whole other… thing? being? story? i’ll leave that to the researchers.

personally, i love when authors mould fiction and reality into one body. they blend the two concepts together to create something beautiful, and this was duly noted within the topic of the age gap. deciding on something real for the benefit of both parties in a fictional story is so fucking applaudable. or perhaps i’m just an angsty fucker, sorry.

most definitely worth all the tissues and all the cheek aching. talking from experience.

i mean, it’s got ‘dilf’ in the title, is that not enough? it’s what made me click, anyways. i’m a dilf lover through and through.

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( ♬ ) A SERPENT’S FLOWER — by @jimlingss & @dovechim

!! jimin x reader | 34.2k !!

fluff, smut (18+), lil angst, hogwarts!au.

realistically, you knew at some point in this series there would be a harry potter!au thrown in somewhere, didn’t you? i mean, come on now. and i’m so happy this is the first one.

this two-parter and it’s sequel both are both due the respect they deserve. the perfect opposites attract trope? enemies to lovers? with a quick-witted slytherin reader and an even wittier hufflepuff park jimin? fuck me, don’t mind if i do.

i never say a fanfic has everything. but this fanfic has everything. character, romance, humour, angst, wit, the list goes on. it’s a fanfic buffet: it’s got it all, and you just help yourself.

and i realise some people don’t read the sequels to fanfics (i know), but i beg of you. read the sequel too. if anything, i think the sequel was my favourite bit. and i know some people don’t like the pregnancy trope, but i’m telling you there definitely is a time and place for it. and this is the time! and the place! trust me.

did i cry at the end of this fic? i can’t remember. but the probability is higher than i’d like it to be.

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( ✮ ) ZERO GRAVITY — by @luxekook

!! namjoon x hoseok x reader | 11k !!

space!au, poly!au, angst, smut (18+), crack, fluff.

if someone doesn’t drop me on a spaceship with two of the hottest men on the planet in the next fortnight, i’m suing. don’t know who that’ll be yet, but some poor sod will have his hands full, that’s for certain.

i love space!au fics with my whole heart and ass. honestly, every time one comes up on my page, i have to save it. it’s a reflex at this point, they’re just too good. you know what is also too good? the built up tension within this fic. jaw-dropping.

i’m not giving out any spoilers, but the author really said, bonk— here is the nastiest smut you’ve ever read in your life. take it, or get fucked. and of course, i took it. but nothing really prepares you for that atmosphere change. not even the sex club was remotely ready. and it’s a sex club.

not going to lie, before writing this essay, i actually went back and read it again, just to make sure i was in the right mind the first time i read it. and yep, sure was. it’s just shocking how insane this fic is.

btw, anyone fancy a visit to throbbing disco sticks? i need a word with the person who came up with the name. and perhaps a kiss too.

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( ✎ ) NO CHOICE (NEXT TO YOU) — by @gukyi

!! yoongi x reader | 13k !!

college!au, frat boy!au, neighbour!au, enemies to lovers.

miscommunication. my lover in fanfics, my worst enemy in real life. hence why i love this fic so much. because it’s not real life. (unfortunately).

we’ve all done that thing where we’ve accidentally eavesdropped onto something we shouldn’t of and one thing leads to another and boom, you find yourself misreading the whole situation. and you’re lying if you say you haven’t.

well, that’s this fic for you. times a thousand. honestly, enemies to lovers fics never do me wrong. they’re always a joy to read — the thrill and the very, very prominent sexual tension keeps you excited, waiting on the edge of your seat to see how everything plans out.

my point? this fic never bores you out. read it a thousand times and it still feels like the first. and not a lot of fanfics have that power, i’ll tell you that. a few, yes. but not a lot.

don’t take reading this for the first time for granted. wish i had that privilege. jealous.

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( ✎ ) THE PRINCE’S CINDERELLA SYNDROME — by @jimilter

!! jimin x reader | 39.4k !!

cursed!jimin, supernatural!au, strangers to lovers!au angst, smut, fluff.

this fic altered my brain chemistry permanently. there’s no going back. i’m officially ruined, you guys. i don’t even know who i was before i read this. it was just- bang, clean slate.

to begin with, i thought ‘this bitch saw him twice and her knees buckled. what the fuck.’ but then i realised that bitch is me, and the so-called him is referring to thee park jimin, so really. i got it. who wouldn’t absolutely power move it after seeing such a sight? i might just jog a little. sprint on a good day.

i would happily write a five thousand word essay for you on how fucking good this plot slash idea was, and an additional ten thousand on how sad, but i don’t think my fingers— nor my mental state would be able to go through that. not again. please.

but as i mentioned in the last fic above, do not take reading this for the first time for granted. however, only because you will lose all rationality.

shakespeare most definitely plagiarised this fic. he wrote it down and her majesty knows. that’s why he looked so proud of himself at tea. the sneaky fucker. just he wait until i tell @jimilter.

sobbing. again. or is this the fourth time?

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( ✎ ) ALWAYS IN MY DREAMS — by @kookskingdom

!! namjoon x reader | 15.4k !!

soulmates!au, fluff, angst, minor character death.

i mean, i already sleep too fucking much. only being able to meet my soulmate through my dreams would just make me comatose. you’d never hear from me. ever.

and yes, you saw the tag. it’s another soulmate!au because everyone knows how much nini loves her hopeless romance. but! who doesn’t. they’re too good to scroll past. so when i finally read this, i knew it was going in the series.

the unknown certainty between the pair of when their next encounter would be with each other, causing them to cherish every single second, that. that’s what i want please. someone who drinks up my existence knowing we will soon part from each other. i cannot.

i love, love, love the concept of soulmates, fate, destiny, whatever. the whole shabang. i bathe in it. so, of course, this fic was a big hit with me. and if that too is your thing, and you love the idea of two souls being intwined inside and out, this is your golden ticket.

@kookskingdom is mentioned in this chapter twice. but can you blame me? you find a ticket to the chocolate factory, of course you’re going to hold onto it as tightly as possible.

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( ✮ ) VOICEMAIL — by @joonary

!! seokjin x reader | 7k !!

fluff, humour, friends to lovers, college podcast!au.

you know those dramas where both the two main characters are so completely smitten with each other to the point you’re practically screaming at your screen for them to “just kiss already!” but won’t because they’re hopelessly oblivious, even though everyone is telling them how in love they both are? yeah, that’s this fic. in a nutshell.

though in their defence, i feel i would definitely do the same. but still, does it stop me from getting frustrated with them? no. i was absolutely raging.

this cute story was so, so sweet i was practically clutching the phone for an emergency appointment to the dentist. my teeth were rotting with all the added sugar, like hello? my teeth? but just like chocolate is, it’s addicting. and you can’t stop yourself.

perhaps i’m just a sucker for friends to lovers fics, but this one particularly caught my attention. it’s 5k of pure infuriation, and 2k of fluff.

but so worth the impatience.

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( ♬ ) FALL IN HATRED — by @jimlingss

!! seokjin x reader | 20k !!

divorce!au, angst, fluff, smut (18+), marriage!au.

first bullet point is just the thought of fuck me, ‘cause where do i start with this?

separation — in some ways — is the easy way out. you just get up and leave. walk out, whatever. boom, just like that. but the emotional repercussions are what make it so distressing. making that daunting decision to leave something— someone in our past, may be one of the hardest things we humans ever have to do.

this fic goes through the rough battle of what it means to be committed to a person. the battles of finally giving up on someone you once thought the world of. and honestly? that may be my worst fear. for someone to love me so deeply, and then lose that over time to see me as nothing more than an inconvenience of their past.

never been through divorce. hopefully you, nor i, will ever have to. but after reading this, i don’t think we have to experience it.

this amazing, yet painfully angsty fic does it for us. and a fucking incredible ending.

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( ♛ ) THE ROAD TO RADIANT — by @kookskingdom

!! jungkook x reader | 25.9k !!

gamer!au, streamer!au, fluff, angst, smut, rivals to friends to lovers!au.

this got a crown on the shakespeare state chart purely for the fact i have never played valorant in my life, and single-handedly managed to impress my friends — who are obsessed with said game — about my newfound knowledge of gaming, purely from this fic alone. felt like a fucking genius.

i was going to add this to part four, but i genuinely had to swap some fics around to put this baby in. i found space for her, so she’s here. and deservedly so. why wait?

this fic does a very good job of highlighting the deep misogyny and sexism that runs within the gaming community towards women. like, can women not be good at gaming too? do people really believe gaming is purely a man thing? is this really the society we live in? yikes.

and if you do happen to read this fic and reach that argument scene with jungkook, please let me know. i want you to know i, too, was absolutely fuming. phones were thrown. naughty words were said. angry voice messages to said best friend were recorded.

final special mention for the smut scene. had me sweating like a sinner in church. lord have mercy.

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( ♬ ) BRASS AND STRINGS — by @jimlingss

!! namjoon x reader | 113.7k !!

slice of life!au, fluff, slow burn, college!au, music!au.

take a shot every time this author is mentioned within this series. you’ll end up blackout pissed. it’s a shame they left this platform, but i hope they’re doing well. their fics have really left an impact on me. and i’ll forever be grateful.

ah, yes. the cheesy clichéd trope of the mean girl and the nerd. a mix of two completely different personalities and flavours that supposedly fit together like two broken pieces of a puzzle. the very foundation of a 2000’s romcom. an iconic pairing that has been hammered into us by the media since day one.

it’s the opposites attract that lured me in initially, but it’s the character development throughout the story that nestled itself into my heart, and got me to stay. this fic holds dear to me still.

i have gatekept this fic long enough, and i am trusting you to bear it with love and extreme care. like you’re holding a small, fragile baby in your arms. do not let me down. please.

one more thing, don’t share this with shakespeare. every time he’s brought it up, i’ve told him it was a really weird dream and he’s only just started to believe me. yes, i feel shit about it, but it has to be done. the man’s a menace.

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( ✮ ) TANGLED WEBS — by @ughseoks

!! jungkook x reader | 14.1k !!

spiderman!au, soulmate!au (yup), angst, fluff.

if any of you say a word about the second tag, i will fight. i will never stop recommending them. me and the soulmates!au are soulmates. irony at its finest.

i genuinely wish spidey!jk was a real adaptation. because even though andrew is my favourite spiderman, i fear there is a large difference between the pair that separates them. andrew can play peter parker. jungkook can (re: could) play peter parker. but could andrew play jungkook? no.

in this fic, the whole characterisation of both jungkook as spiderman and the soulmate!reader is so well written. you can perfectly picture jungkook being that awkward high school boy by day, and secret superhero vigilante by night. i mean, fuck me. how is he not knackered all the time?

mixing in that final zest of soulmates!au everyone (re: me) loves, you’ve got yourself a hell of a plot line.

romeo and juliet were not soulmates, shakespeare. they were children. why aren’t you taking notes? stop talking to the queen. she’s tired of all your bullshit. and so are we.

© marknee, 2023. all rights reserved.

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[fayes-fics]

Fic Extract: Bella Notte sequel

Original fic

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Warning: 18+ smut, minors DNI.

Note: this is set exactly one year after the original story.

You wander to a sturdy towering evergreen and lean against its reddish trunk, enjoying the refreshing fragrance of the pine needles above. Staring out at the lake you vividly remember how it felt when your husband first kissed you, how your world spun. And you giggle to yourself knowing even now all it takes is one brush of his lips and you are just as enchanted. Perhaps even more so now, knowing exactly where such journeys can end. You are lost in reverie for unknown minutes, just contented with your thoughts and the wonders of nocturnal nature surrounding you.

‘It’s exactly a year ago,” his voice from nearby startles you.

You jump and grab your chest, heart erratic from the shock. You didn't even hear him approach.

“You half scared me to death!” you scold, but it’s affectionate, shaking your head as he rounds closer and slides his arms around your waist.

“I know, I’m so cruel, aren’t I my darling?” he chuckles.

“The very worst,” you add with a twisted smile. “Wait, Bella!” you suddenly exclaim pulling back a little.

“She is fine,” he soothes. “Mathilda was awake and is now watching her.”

Your nursery maid is so often a veritable lifesaver.

“Thank you darling, you smile as he pulls you flush against him once more.

“So is this a little trip down memory lane, Mrs Bridgerton?” He smirks his lips warm over your temple

“Maybe.”

“Mmm it was so very memorable,” he hums, his lips tracing over your cheek until he reaches your mouth and claims you in a fiery kiss that steals your breath. He sighs as you break apart. “Do you have any idea how much willpower it took to stop when we did? I had to go back to my room and take myself in hand.”

“Poor poor lamb,” you pout, but let your hand fall to his trousers, palming his half hard cock through the material. “I would happily have helped, you know.”

“You were so innocent then,” he laughs, “what a change a year makes,” he says his breath getting more laboured as your hand drags insistently over his clothing.

“Mmmm I know you liked me innocent, but I think you like me even more now,” you challenge flirting, unfastening his trousers and pushing them down his thighs, wanting him inside you right away.

“You are not wrong,” he pants softly.

“Fuck me,” you demand, “against this tree, right now, right here.”

He groans hard as he realizes you mean it, your hand wrapped tight around his cock.

“I just hope no one can see us,” you add, glancing over at the house.

You are not exactly concealed from most of the east wing. If anyone were awake and drifted to their window, they would get an eyeful of Benedict’s bare bottom at this very moment.

“Let them watch,” he growls, pulling off his shirt and pushing down his trousers until he’s fully naked. Then does the same to you, unties your robe and drops it from your shoulders, then pulls your nightgown over your head and off.

Suddenly he hauls you off the ground and into his arms, your naked bodies entwined.

Well who knows when I will ever complete this. It’s not an official sequel yet, just a scene I couldn’t get out of my head so scribbled down weeks ago.

Hope you all enjoyed 😁🧡🧡

[insomniumstella]

bitter end 

bucky x reader

summary: y/n could've never imagined attending Bucky's wedding if she wasn't the woman in white, but the Universe has a funny way of putting things in order. this is part two to traitor  

warnings: probably none, except for possible foul language??

word count: 1,875

author’s note: thank you to the scumbag that is my ex-boyfriend for the inspiration, again. you’re truly full of surprises. also, i received a bunch of messages with ideas for a “sequel” which i was against until this sh*t happened. i’m sorry for making Bucky suffer, and for ignoring all ideas of “happy endings”, but i do promise to make it up with a fluffy fic sometime soon. anyway, much love to all the beautiful babes who ever had their hearts broken!

She could remember running her eyes over the words again and again as if the letters would somehow rearrange themselves once she memorized every curve of the ink set deep within the layers of the glittering white paper that was Bucky's and Mila’s wedding invitation.

HAPPILY EVER AFTER

James & Mila — 2022.06.11. The ceremony starts at 4PM.

Lake Shore Drive, Lake George NY 12845

There was no reason, other than pettiness, and perhaps jealously too, for Mila to send y/n an invitation to their wedding. The girl couldn’t think of a single, sane reason she had decided to attend it either, but there she was, standing in the backless, silk dress Bucky had bought as a gift for their first anniversary, solely because emerald green was his favorite color, and he thought it suited y/n’s skin like no other color could.

She didn’t spot Bucky in the crowd of people that filled the dimly lit venue. A flash of white though, a color she dreaded all night to notice as y/n couldn’t envision attending the ceremony, caught her eye — Mila ran a perfectly manicured hand over her swollen belly, smiling at some people y/n didn’t care too much about recognizing.

The universe had a funny way of putting things in order. Less than a year ago, y/n called Bucky Barnes her boyfriend, and now he was a married man with a child on the way. What is meant for you will find you, Wanda’s words replayed in her mind, what is meant for you will stay. The girl had a hard time wrapping her head around the fact that James Buchanan Barnes was not the person meant for y/n to love and cherish ‘till the end of the line. The person that is truly destined to be a permanent part of your life will fight for you because they can’t imagine a day without you. A fish can’t live without water, can it? She had been struggling to keep her head above the water for a while now; gasping for air as she waited for Bucky to save her, yet he never did. It’s time to let go of the past. Wanda was right. You won’t get to experience the future otherwise. 

She didn’t realize how much she needed fresh air until her high heels made contact with the hardwood panels of the venue’s upstairs balcony. She ran a hand over the smooth railing, relishing in the crisp scent of pine trees when a sudden realization dawned upon the girl. Her favorite color was no longer green — it was pink now. She’d play The Chain by Fleetwood Mac on repeat instead of Vienna by Billy Joel because Vienna used to be their song, and they no longer existed. Sam had noticed the absence of creamer in y/n’s morning coffees, and Wanda had been surprised by her sudden interest in baking. To James, the wedding was a celebration, to y/n, it was a goodbye; he was a memory, she was a stranger. 

“I must say,” Bucky's voice cut through the suffocatingly heavy and silent night’s air as he emerged into the balcony, “I’m surprised you showed up.” A soft chuckle followed the statement.

Propping her forearms on the railing, y/n leaned against the metal. She thought about throwing a sarcastic remark his way, but there was only one thing on her mind - a question so heavy, y/n couldn’t bear to carry it on her shoulders for a minute longer. “Did you know?”

Did you know? was a question Bucky shouldn’t have hesitated to answer. “Yes.” He sighed, turning his head in her direction. They were the only people occupying the balcony. The full moon cast a cool glow on Bucky’s face, illuminating the same features y/n was once in love with. “I knew Mila was pregnant when we had sex.” 

She nodded but stayed silent because there were no words she could’ve used to express the hurt and betrayal that burned in her heart. I knew Mila was pregnant when we had sex, and yet he lied through his teeth that he loved her.

“Are you mad?” He suddenly asked after a few moments of excruciating silence, keeping his eyes firmly set on y/n. She didn’t dare to meet his gaze.

Considering both a yes and a no, “no,” she hissed.

“No?” Bucky repeated, not caring to disguise the surprise in his tone. 

“No.” This time her voice was much louder as she turned her head in his direction. “Is that a surprise too?”

“Slightly.” He shrugged his shoulders. 

It was her turn to chuckle. Either James Buchanan Barnes had always thought very little of y/n, or he truly didn’t know her anymore — didn’t know her favorite breakfast spot, the car she’d pick for a late-night drive, the fact that she was capable of leaving behind the anger his actions evoked months ago.

“I would’ve done anything for you.” She gripped the railing, staring at the peacefully still lake ahead of them. “I wasn’t too hard to love, James, you’re just a pathetic excuse of a man.” Her voice remained calm, but her tone dripped with poison.

“Doll, let-“ He spoke up, but y/n quickly interjected. 

“Do not call me doll ever again. God, Barnes, have some respect, your pregnant wife might be looking for you this very moment.” She waved a hand in his face when the soldier opened his mouth to speak. “You, I’ll forgive. It’s me, the girl who fell in love with James Barnes in the first place, whom I can’t. Do you know what that’s like? To look in the mirror every morning and see a person you can’t recognize because you don’t remember them being so weak they managed to fall for obvious lies and false promises?” 

“For what it’s worth, you’re not weak if you’ll eventually be able to forgive me.”

“Mmhm.” Her voice was barely a mumble as she rolled her eyes at his mournful tone.

He continued to stare at y/n while she continued staring at the scenery. Shifting in place for a second, as if deciding whether leaving was an option better than lingering around, James came to stand behind y/n. Their hands slightly brushed as he gripped the metal, trapping her between the railing and his chest. He was so close she could feel the intoxicating warmth of his body and smell the remains of that particular cologne she had gifted him two Christmases ago. She thought she was mostly over it, but it was too much, too quickly, and y/n shut her eyes closed to keep herself from crying.

“You didn’t fall for lies, y/n.” James caressed her knuckles with his flesh hand. Her left wrist was no longer adorned with the cheap but sentimental bracelet he got y/n on their first date. The discovery came as an unpleasant surprise. “I couldn’t have dated someone I wasn’t in love with.”

Lies, lies, lies, she thought, but turned around nonetheless, running her fingers along the silhouette of his jawline. “Is that so?” The soft touches of her skin against James’s left a burning trail in their path. “You love Mila? In every sense of the word?” She put heavy emphasis on the word every because they both knew he couldn’t love Mila the way he used to love y/n — at least the way he once pretended to love her. 

“Yes.” James took a bit longer to answer than he wanted to.

“Once a liar, always a liar, huh?” She smiled, finding the reply amusing. “Perhaps both of our memories have been tainted, and,” the girl paused for effect, placing her hands on his shoulder, “there was never an us in the first place.” She ran her fingers over the man’s taunt arm muscles before smiling again. “If our relationship was an illusion, how could I know The Winter Soldier’s definition of genuine love?” 

James had to forcibly swallow as if he was fighting back tears. “What are you talking about?” Her hand wrapped around the soldier’s neck; a warning. “It wasn’t an illusion.” The tremble in his voice was a dead giveaway of the sorrows that burdened his conscience.

“The woman who’s carrying your child,” she addressed Mila without mentioning her name out of spite, “does she know? Does she know that the one and only apology I’ve ever gotten from her husband, he spelled out on my clit?” James averted his gaze, but y/n gripped his chin, forcing the man to look at her. “Has she seen the scar?”

“No.” Bewilderment and shame painted his expression. “I couldn’t tell her.” 

“Oh.” She raised her eyebrows. “Why didn’t you show Mila the scar, Bucky?” False confusion etched its way into her tone. Bucky, he winced at the nickname. Though he was towering over the girl, it was undoubtedly clear who had the upper hand. A tense silence fell between the pair. “A liar and a coward.” She finally chuckled. “That was all you ever were. That is all you ever will be.”

Ducking to escape the confine of his arms, y/n glided to stand in front of James. He didn’t realize how tightly he had been gripping the railing until he was turning around to look at her. Much to his surprise, y/n’s face held no signs of emotions. Instead, it was so eerily blank, her icy stare sent goosebumps down his back. 

"Babe?" A figure emerged from the hallway and into the balcony. "You’ve been gone for a while, and I started getting worried.”

She took a step forward, letting their chest slightly brush against each other, and placed her hands on his shoulders. Just for a split second, y/n was a spitting image of the same girl he had fallen in love with over three years ago — warm, and loving, and as mournful as it was to admit it, almost his. Yet James blinked, and the illusion shattered. For better or for worse, the woman who stood in front of him, James couldn’t recognize. 

"Don't keep Mila waiting," she smiled, gently fixing the collar of his dress shirt, "she's your wife, after all."

Scrunching his eyebrows, James silently pleaded for y/n to stay, whether it'd be for a minute or a lifetime longer. One more chance, y/n, he thought, one more chance is all I need.

"Babe?" 

Sliding her arms down his chest, y/n let them fall to her sides before quickly smoothing her silk dress. "Enjoy the rest of your night, Sergeant." A final goodbye, said without any malice or hurt in y/n's tone as emotion returned to her features. "Captain," she turned around, acknowledging Steve, "care for a drink?"

It was a nightmare for James. The blonde's childish grin, his innocent eyes. The woman wrapping her hand around Steve's bicep while he nodded at Bucky as if to say have fun, pal. James snickered. See you Monday, he thought, silently imitating Steve's stern voice, don't forget to consummate the wedding. 

“Shall we?” Steve’s voice cut through the heavily awkward tension as he addressed y/n. 

She smiled, glancing at James for the last time before her eyes fell back on her boyfriend. "After you, Captain."

[i-am-bitterly-jittery]

Baby Mine

Sequel to Special Delivery (pt 1, pt 2)

Word count: 1589

Rating: Gen

Pairings: background Logicality, (Dukeceit are Roman’s parents, but they’re never mentioned by name)

Warnings: internalized arophobia, self-doubt

Happy Aromantic Visibility Day which I just learned about today after I’d already finished this fic. Welcome to my aromantic!roman agenda 💚🤍🩶🖤

~~~START~~~

Patton was a Stork by trade; his job was to deliver babies from Stork headquarters to their new parents. He loved his job, he loved getting to see the faces of the new parents as they held their babies for the first time, he loved holding the little cuties, he just loved every part of the process.  

And of course, he loved getting to see the babies he’d delivered all grown up and ready to have babies of their own.  

Today’s little princess had fallen asleep almost as soon as Patton left headquarters and didn’t begin to stir until they were landing on her new daddy’s balcony. It was already dark by the time Patton reached the city — he’d been rerouted by a large storm cell above Texas; Logan had made some major policy improvements regarding weather alerts since Patton had broken his wing almost thirty years ago to keep a repeat incident from occurring — and he was a little worried that today’s father-to-be might have gone to bed already.  

The lights were off in the apartment, but the balcony door was unlocked — which Patton supposed made sense being as this was the tenth floor and humans didn’t have wings — so Patton let himself in. He was just wondering how he would get a sleeping man’s attention when the lights flicked on suddenly.  

“What the hell–” a choked gasp came from the side. “You!” 

A little shocked, the Stork turned to find the new dad, slack-jawed and clad only in red pajama bottoms, standing in what was clearly the doorway to his bedroom, a bright pink baseball bat clutched in one hand. Patton smiled at him. “Hello, Roman.” 

“You’re real?” Roman Sanders stared at Patton in amazement. He was taller than the last time Patton had seen him — unsurprising considering he’d been five — but he still had the same wonder in his eyes and love in his heart.  

“I am!” Patton replied happily, adjusting his grip on the now squirming baby. “I’m surprised you remember me.” 

“Of course I remember you; you brought Virgil to us!” Roman dropped the baseball bat and stepped further into the room. “Where’s the other one?” 

“Logan,” Patton informed him. “He doesn’t usually come with me on deliveries. My name is Patton by the way, I’m not sure I properly introduced myself last time.” 

He held his free hand out to shake Roman’s, his other arm still wrapped securely around Roman’s daughter.  

Roman glanced at the hand, then at the baby, then back at the hand again before taking it. “I’m Roman, but you already knew that. Is that…” 

He trailed off, staring at the baby once more.  

“She’s yours,” Patton said, pulling the little girl out of the sling and offering her to Roman. “She’s your daughter.” 

“Ah!” Said daughter squealed. 

Roman didn’t take the baby, he just continued to stare at her in wonder — and maybe a little bit of fear.  

“I was thinking about adopting a kid or two,” he admitted slowly. “But I just thought I’d get a partner first.” 

“Roman…” 

“I know!” Roman said quickly. “I just thought– I mean maybe if I met the right man…” 

“There’s nothing wrong with being aromantic,” Patton said gently.  

“I know, I just… I don’t want to be. When I was a kid, I thought I’d grow up to marry a handsome prince, and we’d live happily ever after just like in all the stories. But then… when I think about it now it makes me feel icky.” 

“You don’t need a partner to live happily ever after,” Patton said, laying one hand on Roman’s trembling shoulder. “And you certainly don’t need one to have a baby. If you did, I wouldn’t be here.” 

“No,” Roman chuckled wetly. “I guess you wouldn’t be.” 

He finally reached out to take his daughter from Patton and cradle her gently to his chest. Immediately upon being held by her father, the baby girl settled down into the warmth of his grip and nodded back to sleep. 

“What’s her name?” He asked, staring at her with the same wonder he’d had when Patton presented him with his brother.  

“Don’t you know?” Patton smiled.  

“Rose,” Roman replied certainly. “Rosie Sanders.” 

“Rose Sanders,” Patton agreed, sending a blue feather gently fluttering through the air. It landed on Roman’s nose, turning his eyes blue for a moment before they faded back to green.  

“That’s so weird,” Roman commented, wrinkling his nose slightly. “I can still remember you handing her to me, but I also remember adopting her.” 

“Most adults don’t remember Storks giving them their babies, but then, most adults don’t remember meeting Storks when they were little.” 

“No,” Roman agreed. “I guess they don’t. Oh! Speaking of which–” 

A turned abruptly and grabbed a book off of the rather packed shelf behind him with the hand not currently cradling Rosie to his chest.  

“I want you to have this.” 

Patton took the book, holding it reverently as he inspected it. It was a hardcover children’s book titled Daddy, Where Do Babies Come From? Story and Illustrations by Roman Sanders. On the cover was an illustration of a child tucked into bed and staring up at their dad curiously. Patton looked up to find Roman watching him nervously.  

“It looks great, kiddo,” he assured him.  

“Look at the back cover,” Roman instructed him.  

Patton turned the book over and gasped. The illustration on the back was of two storks, and while they were certainly more bird-like than Patton his and partner were, they were unmistakably Patton and Logan. One was baby-blue with large round glasses perched on his beak and a gray cardigan tied around his approximation of shoulders, and the other was dark blue with rectangular glasses and a tie around his neck.  

“I hope it’s ok,” Roman began rambling. “I wasn’t sure if you were real or not when I drew it, so I didn’t know if it was ok to use your likenesses? I mean I did make you birds– it’s a kids book so animals are all the rage, and–” 

“I love it, kiddo!” Patton gasped, tearing up slightly. “I love it. Will you sign it for me?” 

“I– really?” 

“Really,” Patton handed the book back to Roman and took sleeping baby Rosie in his arms so that Roman could sign the book. “You won’t egret this; I’ll treasure it always. My own kid is a little old for this, but I think they’ll like it. Certainly they’ll peregrine when their daddy gets silly about being drawn as a bird — don’t get me wrong, Logan will love it too, but he’s got an image to maintain!” 

“Where do Stork babies come from?” Roman mused as he wrote a message to Patton and his family on the inside of the cover. He seemed to be writing an awful lot, but Patton was patient. 

“From Storks, of course!” 

“Of course,” Roman laughed. He sobered up as he exchanged the newly signed book for his newly acquired daughter. “Will I ever see you again?” 

“I don’t know,” Patton told him honestly. “But even if we never meet again, remember that I’m rooting for you, kiddo. You’re going to be a great dad!” 

“How do you know?” Roman asked, glancing down at the baby in his arms. She’d fallen right to sleep when Roman took her, and Patton could tell that she already loved her new daddy.  

“It’s my job to know. You’re smart and creative and passionate; maybe you’ll mess up sometimes, but that's normal, and if you need help you have your dads, and your brother, and your friends to fall back on. It takes a village.” 

“Thank you, Patton, for everything; for my dads, for my brother, for my daughter– for baby-proofing my apartment apparently.” 

The more Roman looked around his apartment, the clearer it became that everything that wasn’t baby-friendly had been moved up high, sharp edges had foam padding, his cabinets had locks — it didn’t look like it did ten minutes ago.  

“You did that, kiddo,” Patton said, winking. “You baby-proofed the place because you knew you’d be bringing home your daughter today.” 

“That’s some trick you’ve got there,” Roman chuckled, shaking his head. “I remember doing that too.” 

“Goodbye, Roman!” Patton said, moving back to the balcony so he could take off again. 

“Goodbye, Patton, give Logan my best!” 

Patton continued to wave to Roman for longer than he should have considering it was always best to keep one's eyes on the sky while flying through a city. 

“The Eagle has landed!” Patton informed Logan via his radio once Roman and Rosie were out of sight. “And Roman sends his regards.” 

“Take this seriously, please,” Logan scolded over the radio. “Deliveries to this family always seem to go lopsided.” 

“I am being serious!” Patton insisted. “Roman remembers us; besides, nothing went wrong with Virgil’s delivery!” 

“He was too old and we had to land frequently to keep him from getting too distressed,” Logan corrected, pointedly ignoring Patton’s comments about Roman, oh well, Patton would just show him the book when he got back. 

“Well this one went fine,” Patton assured him. “I’ll see you soon. Love you!” 

The radio was quiet for a moment as Patton knew that Logan was looking around to make sure no one was around to witness him being soft. Patton could wait. 

“I love you too, dear,” Logan finally replied, quietly. 

Patton grinned to himself as he flew back to headquarters, his new book clutched to his chest.

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I’ve been thinking about giving Roman a baby for a while and I’ve just now gotten around to writing it

Fun fact, for like 3 years I was like “how can I know if I’m aromantic if I’m not sure what romantic attraction feels like?” and bestie let me tell you that there’s the answer right there, I didn’t know what romantic attraction was, so I probably wasn’t feeling it

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[meowdarame]

three holes, two hands

banner source: Juunengo no Jinsei Soudan

pairings: miya atsumu x iwaizumi hajime x tendou satori x f!reader x ushijima wakatoshi x matsukawa issei (no m! x m! interactions, only f! x m! contact; she/her pronouns used, afab!reader)

warnings: 18+, minors DNI!; 6-some/gangbang (but everything is consensual); oral (both m! and f! giving and receiving); 69′ing; protected sex (wrap it up folks!); m! masturbation; handjobs; voyeurism; one instance of spanking; double penetration; ass play (f!receiving); anal (f!receiving); face fucking; bukkake; petname usage (princess, sweetheart, daddy, etc.); pls let me know if i missed anything because there is a lot going on in this fic!

word count: 7.2k

author’s note: i passed advanced ochem! yay! so here is the tendou 6-some fic, as promised. this is extremely self-indulgent so i included my favs. a special shoutout to @christeningsakusa​ for being my lovely beta! as always, i hope you enjoy, and likes and reblogs are much appreciated!

sequel: let them eat cake!!

Your husband always manages to ask the strangest questions at the most unexpected times.

“Babe, would you still date me if I were a worm?”

“Babe, would you rather have fingers as toes or toes as fingers?”

“Babe, babe, babe! If I made a clone of you, would you let me have a threesome with both of you?”

Usually you’d indulge his inquiries, no matter how nonsensical some of them may be, but one day, he asks you a question that’s unusually specific.

…

Tendou munches on his spicy tuna onigiri and covers his mouth with his right hand, mumbling in between chews.

“Babe, you have three holes and two hands. Which of my friends are taking which spots?”

You nearly choke on a grain of rice over his question. After coughing for a couple seconds, you regain your composure and reply, “Satori, what?”

He starts again, this time enunciating his words, as if you hadn’t heard him clearly the first time. “You have three holes and two hands, which–”

You cut him off before he could finish. “No, I heard you the first time. But why are you asking me this? And why did you have to ask me at the dinner table of all places?”

Your husband shrugs nonchalantly, as if he just asked you what movie you wanted to watch later and not some overly intrusive question. “Just curious! C’mon babe, indulge me this one time!” He stares at you with big eyes, almost as if he were a puppy begging for another treat.

“I’m not answering your question. I don’t want you to get hurt if you don’t like my answer,” you reply sternly.

“I wouldn’t have asked it if I was gonna get upset!” His bottom lip juts out into a pout. “Pleeease babe!” He whines, intertwining his fingers into a praying position as he pleads.

Tendou always knows how to coax an answer out of you— a pouty expression and a few whines is really all it takes. And so, you indulge your man-child of a husband.

“Fine,” you groan, rubbing your palm against your forehead. “Give me a few minutes to think.”

Tendou nods and continues eating his onigiri, happily chewing on the rice ball as you sit in silence across from him. You rack your brain, trying to remember all of his friends that you’ve met so far.

It’s no secret that your husband is handsome, and that he’s the sweetest, kindest, funniest, and most lovable man you’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. But it’s also no secret that your handsome husband has friends who are just as hot as him. Having played volleyball for a powerhouse high school nearly a decade ago, he was deeply involved in a network of some of the best athletes in the nation at the time, some of them even growing up and advancing to the professional and Olympic levels. You think long and hard as you try to associate faces with names and vice versa, until you finally settle on your roster.

“Alright, I have my answer,” you announce, and Tendou tosses aside his onigiri wrapper to place his face into his palms, looking up at you through thick lashes with eager eyes. You stare at the ceiling instead, not wanting to meet his intense gaze. “So I guess my ideal 6-some would be you, Wakatoshi, Iwaizumi Hajime, Matsukawa Issei, and Miya Atsumu.”

Your eyes leave the ceiling and land on Tendou’s face– his lips curl upwards into a twisted grin, eyes as expectant as ever. There’s a moment when you two just sit there in silence, a stare-off ensuing, until he asks a question that adds to tension-saturated air.

“And do you have a rationale for this ideal 6-some lineup, my love?”

You groan and throw your head back in defeat, face contorting into a pained expression. “Satori,” you complain. “This is getting really embarrassing.”

He reaches out and grabs your hand from the tabletop, interlacing his slender fingers with yours. “Sweetheart, it’s not my intention to embarrass you or make you uncomfortable. But please, just feed my curiosity one more time?”

You sigh and look at your husband, who wears that same damn pouty expression that’s so good at getting things from you. There’s a pang in your heart as his lip huffs out even further– which you thought was humanly impossible until now– and you cave in yet again.

“Okay, okay,” You groan. “I’ll explain. But wipe that pitiful expression off your face; you’re starting to make me feel bad.”

He giggles and kicks his feet underneath the table like an excited schoolgirl as you begin your thorough analysis. “So, obviously you’d be in the lineup, but I’d also like ‘Toshi there as another source of comfort. Since, y’know, it wouldn’t be our first time inviting him to our bedroom activities.”

Tendou throws his head back in a fit of laughter. “We were some crazy kids in college, huh babe?”

You chuckle with your husband and continue on. “And then Iwaizumi and Matsukawa because I always thought they were really attractive– I actually had a crush on both of them when I went to Seijoh so many years ago. And also,” you lean forward on the table, cupping your hand around your mouth and whispering a long-kept secret to your husband, “I heard that they were uh– well-endowed. At least, those were the whispers going around the school at the time.”

Tendou leans back in his seat, a smile plastered on his lips and his cheeks flushed pink. “And finally, Miya Atsumu. I dunno, I just always thought he was hot? And if he fucks anything like those gossip Youtube channels say he does, then I think he’d be a fun addition.”

Tendou chuckles and shakes his head. “That man is a walking PR scandal.”

“Right?” You agree with your husband as you take the final bite of your salmon onigiri. After wiping your face with a napkin, you get up from your seat to toss your trash away, when suddenly, Tendou wraps his arms around your waist and reels you in for a hug, your back pulled flush against his chest. He buries his face into your neck for a few seconds, basking in your sweet scent.

“Thank you for playing along, babe,” he whispers dreamily into your skin. His breath is so warm against your nape that it begins to tickle. Sighing, you reach behind you and begin to play with his hair, soothing your fingers through the red fuzz of his buzzcut.

“Anything for you, my love. But please, can you refrain from asking me such sexual questions while we’re eating dinner?”

He giggles into your shoulder, soft vibrations rippling through your flesh, and you can’t help but laugh with him.

…

That conversation took place a month ago, and you really didn’t think much of it after that. In fact, you forgot all about it, chalking it up to ‘just another one of Satori’s playful antics.’ That is until one day, your husband texts you to put on his favorite lingerie set and be ready for him when he gets home; but when you open the door wearing nothing but a smirk on your mischievous face and said lingerie two-piece on your lotioned-up body, you’re met with your husband… plus four other tall, broad, and handsome figures looming behind him.

“Surprise, babe!” Tendou lifts both arms into the air triumphantly. “Do you like your anniversary gift?”

Your jaw drops; you’re absolutely mortified. Out of all the out of pocket shit your husband says and does, this surely takes the cake. You try your best to cover yourself, using your arms and hands to hide as much of your body that you possibly can, but it’s too late. They’ve already seen everything, literally– the sheer and thin red mesh does a shitty job of covering your peaked nipples and plush pussy lips.

Your brain is running 100 miles a minute as you try to figure out the right words to say to scold your husband. Pointing a shaky finger at the group of men in front of you, you stutter, “What are you– What are they– Ugh! Just come inside before someone in the street sees us!”

As all the men file inside the foyer of your house, you run to the bathroom to wrap yourself in a bathrobe. Walking back out, the group has taken seats on your leather couch while Tendou stands next to them; you lean your hip against the kitchen counter, fold your arms over your chest, and begin your word assault on your– potentially ex– husband.

“Tendou Satori,” you start slowly, smoke threatening to shoot out of your nostrils. From in front of you, you hear a snicker of “ooh, she used the government name; she must be pissed!” but you pay it no mind.

“I’m going to ask you one time and one time only– What is the meaning of this?”

He slowly walks over to you, his hands in front of him in an attempt to calm you down. The more he treats you like a cornered animal, the more infuriated you get. “Listen, sweetheart, do you remember that weird question I asked you about a month ago? The one about you having three holes and two hands?”

You exhale loudly as you pinch your nose bridge in frustration; your patience is wearing thin. “Vaguely, but yes.”

“Well,” Tendou starts, a smile threatening to erupt across his face. “I made your wish come true! I invited the whole squad here to please you and give you a, uh– a night of fun.”

Oh my god, is all you think when it finally clicks in your brain.

You turn to your audience, putting on a fake smile and clearing your throat to summon your hospitality voice. Your face runs hot with embarrassment as they stare at you, waiting for you to speak. “Can I get you anything, gentlemen? Water? Snacks? I’m so sorry for my idiot husband dragging you all the way out here and tricking you into thinking that there was something else going on. There’s no party or event, so you guys can just head out. There’s a hotel about a mile from here, and I sincerely apologize for the misunderstanding.”

The room is quiet as the four men look at each other, each stirring in their seats but none of them making any effort to get up. You eye each of them cautiously, but your gaze lands on Ushijima once he opens his mouth.

“Actually,” he starts, his low voice rumbling and echoing off your living room’s walls, “we all knew what we came here for.”

Your brows furrow in confusion as the men continue to make their case, but this time, it’s Iwaizumi who speaks. “Yeah,” He gets up from his seat and slowly makes his way over to you; the pitter-pattering of his bare feet against the marble tile contrasts the rapid beating of your heart. “We weren’t tricked into anything. We all came here on our own volition.”

Matsukawa follows him, approaching you with a hunger in his eyes that rivals his former teammate’s. “I always thought you were so pretty in high school, in fact I had the fattest crush on you, but I never thought that you’d give me a chance. So when Satori presented me with this wonderful opportunity, I jumped at it as quick as I could.” He leans in close, his soft lips gently brushing the shell of your ear, and whispers, “Dropped thousands of yen on my plane ticket here, even though you and your pussy are fucking priceless.”

You have to bite your bottom lip to stifle a pitiful whine from escaping your mouth. But the men don’t give you time to breathe, because right when Matsukawa steps back Atsumu swoops in and delicately lifts your chin.

“And I’m never one to say no to group sex,” his espresso irises flicker down to take a quick peek at your lips before meeting your gaze once more. “Especially with someone as breathtaking as you.”

Your heart pounds in your chest; it feels like the whole room is spinning, your overwhelmed mind working overtime to process what had just happened. You feel lightheaded, your knees threatening to give out on you, but when a slender hand grasps your wrist and spins you around, your vision stills again.

Tendou cups your cheeks with both of his large palms, the familiar warmth sending waves of comfort from your face and down your spine, all the way to your toes. He plants a soft kiss on your lips, the faint taste of chocolate lingering on his tongue.

“See, babe,” he coos as he runs the pad of his thumb over your wet bottom lip. “They all want to be here. They all want to watch my pretty little princess act like a stupid little slut for them.”

Your husband’s crude words send a shock down your spine; a tingle pulses through your core as your pussy clenches around nothing. He stares at you with lust-filled eyes, his beautiful scarlet irises assessing your every move– every quirk of your eyebrows, every quiver of your lips, every sharp inhale you take. He’s sizing you up, trying to guess your response.

The men continue to surround you and it feels suffocating, but their presence isn’t unwanted. True, having sex with a group of former and professional athletes is anybody’s wet dream, and true, they’ve all expressed how desperately they want you. But you just need to hear it again, one more time, before you make up your mind…

“So,” you ask, keeping your voice low for fear of it cracking and betraying you, “you all came out here– flew all the way out to Paris– to fuck me? At the same time?”

A chorus of nonchalant yeah’s breaks out in the room before it grows silent again. The tension in the air is thick as the men await your answer, every second feeling like hours passing, but your timid voice slices straight through it.

“The master bedroom is down the hallway, second door to your left.”

Tendou’s face contorts to a pleased yet devilish grin; he wastes no time lifting you off the ground, carrying you bridal style and running to your shared bedroom the same way he did 3 years ago on your wedding night.

He throws your body onto the springy mattress with a thud. After Tendou hastily removes the bathrobe that once covered your exposed body, the five other men stand behind him, all eyes trailing up and down every inch and curve of your scantily clad figure.

Your husband lifts your chin with his fingertips and presses a kiss to your forehead. He whispers to you, but loud enough so that the others in the room could hear as well, “Princess, tonight we follow your orders. Just say what you want and we’ll do it.”

You peer behind him and the other men are eagerly nodding their heads; some of their faces are flushed pink, while others, specifically Ushijima and Iwaizumi, have their hands in their jacket pockets in an attempt to hide the growing bulge in their sweatpants.

You look down at your body, and a heat floods to your face once you realize that you’re barely wearing anything, completely vulnerable to their wandering eyes, but everyone else remains fully clothed. So, you muster up all the courage that you can and deliver your first command.

“Take off your clothes. All of you.”

You hear a snicker and your eyes scan across the room to find its source. They’re met with Atsumu’s playful smirk, and he teasingly asks, “All of our clothes?”

You give the group one nod of your head, and the men get to work– jackets and t-shirts and sweatpants and boxers flying everywhere until all that’s left are 5 separate piles of clothes on the floor. Their cocks all stand upright against their abdomens; some with prominent veins that you know will feel so good massaging your gummy walls, while others with red, glistening tips that are already leaking so much precum despite being completely untouched. But one person’s dick in particular catches your eye– you thought it was impossible to have cock longer and girthier than Ushijima’s but seeing Matsukawa’s makes you reconsider your hasty conclusion. His tip reaches a few inches above his belly button, and his dick maintains the same thickness all throughout his shaft. He catches you staring at his crotch for a second too long, and he flashes you a cheeky grin, knowing exactly what you’re thinking.

You’re pulled out of your trance when a body sits next to you on the bed, the mattress dipping under the added weight. Tendou wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close.

“Why don’t we start by assigning who goes where, hm?” he suggests as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. “You pick for us, my love. But,” he turns your face towards him, “I get to have your pretty little mouth,” he adds on, emphasizing the last three words with a tap to your pouty lips.

You face the men once more, analyzing what they’re packing down there. They’re all huge, so with any outcome it’ll be quite a stretch for you– it’s just a matter of figuring out who won’t completely rip you in two. After a few moments of silent contemplation, you finish your deliberation.

“Atsumu,” you call, and the blonde setter’s ears perk up at the sound of his name. “You can take my ass.” You swear you see stars shoot from his eyes, an excited grin creeping up on his face.

“And Hajime, I want you in my pussy.” His ears burn bright red at your words, and your heart can’t help but swoon in your chest over seeing the typically brooding Iwaizumi all shy and flustered over your words.

You turn to the other two men, who despite not being chosen for one of your holes, still have enthusiastic expressions spread across their faces. “I’m sorry boys, but I don’t think I could take either of you in addition to somebody else. I hope you understand.”

Matsukawa shrugs nonchalantly and replies, “Don’t worry, I totally get’cha. Just one of the curses of having a big dick. No hard feelings whatsoever.”

From his right, Iwaizumi scoffs at the ex-middle blocker’s cocky remark, and you stifle a giggle with the palm of your hand.

“Since those two handsome lads aren’t getting a hole, why don’t you let them play with you first and prep you?” Tendou suggests with a playful lilt in his voice.

You flash your husband a seductive grin, and your next words nearly make the man keel further into your shoulder. “I was just thinking the same thing, my love.”

Ushijima and Matsukawa both take a seat on opposite sides of you on the bed. Your lips crash against Wakatoshi’s first, relishing in the somewhat distant yet familiar feeling of his tongue sliding over yours. Your fingers tug at his olive locks, and a cute little whimper slips past his mouth and is caught by your lips.

You kiss Issei next, and his motions are a stark contrast to Wakatoshi’s. His lips are needier, more urgent– almost as if this is the last time he’ll ever be able to kiss you, and honestly, it might be. So he wastes no time, nipping and pulling and sucking on your bottom lip, making you mewl into his mouth. At the same time, Ushijima’s calloused hands run up and down your body and settle on your nipples, pinching and tweaking at the perked buds through the mesh material of your bra, fingers nimbly reaching around and unclasping it before tossing it aside. The corners of Issei’s lips curl upwards into a smirk; he can easily tell how badly you want them.

When you finally pull away, you deliver another string of orders. “‘Toshi, kneel at the foot of the bed. I want you to prep my ass– you were always so good at it.” He nods his head once and does as he’s told, taking his stance at the opposite end of the bed.

“And Issei, lie down on your back so that your knees hang off the bed, right next to ‘Toshi’s.” His thick eyebrows cock upwards, slightly confused on where this is headed, but a gentle shove of his shoulder is enough to make the man move.

“Satori,” you turn to your husband, “Grab the lube from the nightstand and hand it to Wakatoshi.” As Tendou fulfills your request, you slide out of your panties and maneuver your hips to hover over Issei’s face. Teasingly, you wiggle your bare and wet cunt over his lips, but what he does next has you keeling forward, almost flying into Ushijima’s abs before his strong hands grip at your thighs.

You hear a “ptui!” come from underneath you, and a wetness begins to dribble from your labia and down your inner thighs. Staring down at the man beneath you, your eyes are met with a lewd sight– there’s spit glistening all over Issei’s mouth, cheeks, and neck. Your hole involuntarily clenches at the perverted image, which he notices, and he greedily pulls your hips flush against his face, licking and sucking at your sensitive nub like a ravenous animal.

It’s all so much and so fast– his fingertips dig into your thighs, rubbing and kneading the flesh in soothing circles. He’s barely even started and you’re already out of breath and panting, overwhelmed by all the sensations, all the bodies radiating heat around you, all the eyes trained on the area where your cunt and Issei’s lips meet.

Regaining some semblance of composure, you take your sweet time crawling forward, until you’re face to face with Ushijima’s pelvis. Balancing your weight on one hand, you use the other to wrap around the backside of his muscular thighs, and with one harsh tug, you scoot him closer to you. Staring up at him with doe eyes and lolling your tongue out, you work his cock into your mouth, kitten licking all over his pink-purple tip before making your way down his thick member. You make sure to pay extra attention to where his head and shaft meet, flicking your muscle back and forth over the ridge, and it makes his thighs tense as his head falls backward, letting out cute little whines that he attempts to muffle with the back of his left hand. You halt your movements however, and draw his attention to you.

“‘Toshi,” you coo, and his olive irises shoot downwards and meet yours. “Don’t be shy, baby. I want them to hear how good you feel.” Without warning, you take his cock as far as you can until it hits the back of your throat, pumping the rest of his length with your spit-coated hand.

And with that, all inhibitions leave Ushijima’s mind, allowing the most obscene but sweet sounds escape from his mouth. Squelching sounds fill the room as you bob your head back and forth at the same pace as your hand; one of his hands holds the back of your head, applying a slight pressure but not to the point of discomfort, while the other hand reaches down beneath your face and tugs and cups his heavy balls.

It’s a filthy sight, and out of the corner of your eye, you watch as Atsumu takes a seat in the loveseat on the opposite end of the room, spitting into his palm and slowly stroking his cock, his eyes trained on how far you’re taking Wakatoshi into your mouth. Iwaizumi on the other hand stands behind Ushijima, staring down at you with a ferocity in his eyes that you’ve only seen him wear a few times in his life. His dick twitches when you gag around the wing spiker’s length, but Hajime refuses to touch himself, wanting the first stimulation that he feels tonight to be your pussy lips fluttering around his enormous length.

A glob of your spit mixed with Ushijima’s precum slides down your chin and falls onto Matsukawa’s cock, and his hips buck upwards at the feeling. Realizing that he probably feels neglected right now, you pull your mouth off of the wing spiker’s cock, issuing another command.

“‘Toshi, use the lube and play with my ass. Exactly how you used to.”

He nods and you dip your head down, licking a straight line from Issei’s tip to his balls. He groans beneath you, and the vibrations send waves through your pussy lips and up your spine. He’s still relentlessly lapping up your juices like a dog drinking water, but once your plush lips wrap around his head, he eats you out with a sense of urgency that makes what he was doing before feel half-hearted. You moan around his shaft at the heightened sensation, and his hips thrust up into your face, making his tip hit the back of your throat in one swift motion.

At the same time, you feel a few drops of cold wetness spill onto your puckered hole, and curious yet experienced fingers begin prodding at it. Ushijima sticks his middle finger into your ass, slowly working his way down until he’s knuckle deep. He alternates between swirling his fingers around your tight walls and pumping his finger in and out. Your body feels like it’s on fire; your throat tightens around Matsukawa’s length, but you power through it, continuing to bob your head up and down his shaft– that is, until, Ushijima slips in another thick finger.

You release Issei’s cock from your mouth and yelp, “Fuck! ‘M close! Gonna cum soon!”

The man beneath you grips your thighs even harder and pulls you back and forth, forcing you to grind over his tongue. “Pussy’s so fucking good,” he swears, “Cum for me, sweetness. Wanna taste ya.”

Your orgasm hits you hard– your ass clenches around Wakatoshi’s fingers, nearly pushing them out; dribbles of your cum drip out of your cunt and trickle down Issei’s face; your body shudders and your toes curl as you ride out your intense high.

Once your body stops quivering, Ushijima helps you off of Matsukawa’s face, gently placing you down on the bed next to them. Issei, with his chest still heaving and heart still racing, sits up, his devilish smile making his already handsome face even hotter. His strong hand grips your face, squishing your cheeks. He kisses you passionately, tongue languidly probing the inside of your mouth, before he pulls away, but his hand remains gripping your face.

“Open wide,” he coos, and you obey. A glob of his spit lands onto your tongue, but before you can close your mouth and swallow, he adds on, “Nuh-uh-uh! Let ‘Toshi have a taste, too.”

Keeping your jaw slack, you crawl over to the olive-haired man, pulling him down by his neck for a kiss. He swallows the mixture of Issei’s spit and your cum hungrily, a choked groan getting caught in his throat, and then he steps back, allowing space for the other three men to come forward.

Atsumu pushes up from his chair and stalks over to you– you see some creamy white residue on his abs and you realize that he came, but his dick is still as hard as before.

“That was quite the show ya put on for us, darlin’,” he teases. He kneels on the bed, his face only a few centimeters away from yours, and whispers, “Was yer shy demeanor earlier just a façade?”

“No,” you reply back in a saccharine yet seductive voice. “Just takes me a bit to warm up to strangers, that’s all.” The setter licks his lips, its corners curling upwards into a smirk, and he quips back, “Well, now that you’re warmed up to us, tell us what to do next, pretty girl.”

You can tell that he sees this as a game– that he’s sizing you up, trying to compete with you for power, seeing if he can make your growing confidence falter or waver– a challenge which you readily accept.

“Lie down on your back in the middle of the bed, pretty boy.”

He does as he’s told, and you straddle his waist facing away from him, giving him the perfect view of your ass as you grind your folds over his throbbing length. His fingers dig into your sides, assisting you in your motions.

“Nope!” You swat his hands away, chiding him. “We’re going at my pace; you got that?”

You hear a choked “mhm” from behind you as you continue your ministrations. Lifting your hips, take a condom from the nightstand and roll the latex down his member; you line up his tip with your hole, slowly lowering yourself onto his cock and taking him into your ass inch by inch.

The last inch is a struggle, but you power through it by pushing down in one swift motion. You squeal and his cock twitches inside of you; a pitiful whimper comes from behind you, and it makes you giggle.

You turn around and are met with a beautiful sight– sweat beads down Atsumu’s face and his blonde locks cling to his forehead; his brows are furrowed and his eyes are trained on where you two meet; his lips are parted and his tongue lolls out as he pants.

“Oh, ‘Tsumu,” you tease, pushing some of his hair away from his face. “You’re so cute when you’re needy.”

Suddenly, his hips jolt upwards, sinking his cock deeper into your tight hole; your nails dig into his toned thighs to stabilize yourself. He snickers at the choked scream you let out, landing a harsh smack on your ass.  

“Say that one more time, princess,” he sneers, a playful but condescending tone dripping off the tip of his tongue. “Call me needy one more ti–”

Your lips crashing against his shuts him up. You lie on top of him now, back resting flush against his sweaty chest; you can feel his semi-dry cum against your back, the warm stickiness equal parts uncomfortable and sexy. Your teeth clash against each other for a brief moment until you both find a rhythm you’re both comfortable with– it’s obvious that the blonde setter enjoys sucking on your tongue and eliciting cute whines from your throat.

You pull away and turn your attention to Iwaizumi, and as your eyes land on him, his face burns red hot and his ears tint pink. He’s a little nervous, considering that he hasn’t had sex with this many people in a long time– he just got out of a long-term relationship that ended in a messy break up a couple months ago. Still, despite his hesitations and insecurities, he crawls over to you when you signal him over with your index finger.

He grabs a foil packet from the nightstand and rips it open, the latex choking his cock despite it being an XL-sized condom. He spits into his hand and pumps his length a few times before tossing your legs over his shoulders and lining his tip with your drooling cunt.

He eases himself into you, and after a few gentle yet focused thrusts, he bottoms out. You exhale in unison at the feeling, but you notice that this whole time, he hasn’t looked at you once, opting to stare at your pussy or your tits or the sheets beneath you– anywhere but your face.

Your foot nudges his cheek, forcing him to look at you. He still refuses to look directly into your eyes though, instead gazing a few centimeters below them at your mouth.

“Hey handsome,” you whisper, and all he mumbles is a short “hey” back, his brows furrowing and a slight pout forming across his lips.

Your foot nudges his face once more, this time underneath his chin, forcing his eyes to lift and meet yours. His face grows even redder, timidness and heat flooding every square inch of his body. “Hajime,” you coo, reaching out to rub his knuckles with your thumb. “No need to be shy. You’re already making me feel so, so good, baby.”

Your praise helps dissipate the insecurities in him, and he experimentally rolls his hips back and thrusts forward in one swift movement. The action draws out a high pitched whine from you, and it only adds more fuel to the fire of his growing self-confidence. He begins to fuck into you, his hips steadily picking up their pace with each movement. Atsumu follows suit, planting his feet flat on the mattress and bucking his hips up. It’s a little messy at first, but once they figure out a rhythm that works for both of them, their coordinated thrusts leave you feeling so fucking full, not a single moment when you’re not stuffed to the brim with one of their thick cocks.

“Shit!” Iwaizumi curses, sweat beading down his toned pecs and biceps. “Your pussy’s so tight, feels so fucking good.”

Atsumu chimes in from underneath you, his breathing labored, “Ya like this, don’tcha princess? Like being used like our little cocksleeve?”

You nod frantically, feeling your impending orgasm quickly approaching you. “Hajime, please!” you squeal in between pants. “Please kiss me!”

He leans forward, placing his weight on his forearms, and traps your mouth in a heated kiss. His kisses are different– although his hips are pounding into you at an abusing pace, his lips slide over yours carefully but passionately, truly savoring every lick, every nip, every mewl that you give him. One of Iwaizumi’s hands fumble around and search for Atsumu’s; once he finds it, he drags it over to your puffy nipples, indicating for him to play with the perked buds.

The setter twists and tugs your tits, the rough calluses on his fingertips adding extra stimulation. Your core tightens and the coil in your tummy snaps, and you cum with a choked cry; you clench around both of their cocks, making them curse underneath their breath. The two men talk you through your orgasm, whispering indiscernible praises of “good girl” and “you’re so pretty when you cum,” amongst other things that your fucked-out mind is unable to process. They only stop fucking you once you stop shuddering, but you don’t get any time to rest, because immediately after your come down, you feel a pair of familiar hands cup your face and lanky legs straddle your waist.

“Hello, my love,” Tendou beams down at you, his pretty pink lips curled upwards into a soft smile. “You having fun?”

You nod your head a few times, not trusting your voice. His smile grows even wider, and he continues. “I can tell. Ya mind if I join?”

You shake your head. “Daddy, please. Need you here.” Your jaw goes slack and you loll out your tongue, showing your husband exactly where you want him.

“Anything for my princess,” is all he says before shoving his cock down your throat with one swift motion, his trimmed red pubes tickling the tip of your nose. He’s so lucky to have a wife whose throat has molded to the shape of his cock with how many times he’s fucked it, and although taking all of him still poses a challenge, it now comes as second nature to you.

His hands grab the back of your head to support it as he sloppily thrusts into your mouth, going at a pace that’s more erratic than usual, even for Tendou. Tears begin to stream down your face as you struggle to breathe, choking and gagging around his length. The whole room falls silent and all movements cease, everyone focused on how roughly he’s bucking his hips into your face, but despite this, how well you’re taking him.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Tendou coos, “Daddy’s here to show these little boys how to fuck you right.”

He turns to his audience and scoffs, “Are you guys just gonna stand there and watch? Get moving.”

The two men in your tight holes begin thrusting again, building themselves back up to the same alternating rhythm they had earlier. Issei and Wakatoshi settle themselves on the bed, kneeling on opposite sides of you. They guide your hands to their crotches, Matsukawa much more aggressively than the other, and spit on their lengths before wrapping your fingers around their cocks, pumping and stroking their shafts at similar paces.

There’s so much going on— so much heat radiating around you, so much weight on top of your tired body, so many hands grabbing at wherever they can. Iwaizumi digs his nails into your thighs; Atsumu gropes and kneads your tits; Matsukawa and Ushijima guide your hands as you jerk them off, the former firmly grabbing your wrist as he bucks into your squeezed fist while the latter wraps his larger hand around yours and pumps himself in unison with your movements. But Tendou, even though he’s fucking your mouth so hard, perhaps the hardest he’s ever throat-fucked you before, his hands around your head are gentle, making sure to provide your neck adequate support so that you don’t get hurt.

Your eyes trail up his sweaty body, pale skin glistening underneath the warm lamplight, abs tensed and flexed as his hips rock back and forth; forearm and bicep veins protrude as he supports your neck and head, and his chest and neck are tinted the prettiest shade of pink from the intense heat that scorches through his whole body. He stares down at you with equal parts love and lust in his eyes, scarlet irises so hazy and eyelids so heavy that you doubt that he’s seeing properly, but despite this, he’s still drinking in your fucked out face as much as he possibly can.

But aside from love and lust, there’s another look in his eyes that makes your heart swell— it’s pride. With a single look, his eyes seem to worship you with a thousand praises, and it’s more than enough to push you over the edge.

Every muscle in your body tenses— your pussy and throat clench around their cocks as your hands squeeze around their lengths. Tendou is the first to cum, shoving his cock all the way in one last time to shoot hot spurts of his seed down your throat. He’s followed by Iwaizumi and Atsumu, whose thrusts become erratic as they chase their highs. They thank you profusely as they spill into the condoms, Atsumu whispering sweet nothings against the shell of your ear while Hajime presses wet kisses up and down along your inner calf. Finally, Matsukawa’s and Ushijima’s hips begin to stutter, and Satori moves out of the way so they can paint your tummy and tits with streaks of eggshell white.

Your chest heaves as you come down from your orgasm, your body exhausted and overstimulated. Tendou scoops up the cum in the valley of your breasts with his slender fingers and shoves them into your mouth. As you eagerly lick around his digits and clean them up, he breathily exhales, “My precious baby. You were so good to us, my love.”

You feel like you’re sinking into the mattress and your eyelids are growing heavy. From somewhere around you, you hear one of the men annoyedly mutter under his breath, “Why’d she only call him daddy?”, which you recognize as Issei’s voice, and the sharp slap of someone hitting the back of his head in response, scolding him, “Because he’s her husband, ya fucking imbecile,” who you assume is Hajime. You quietly giggle to yourself as Satori presses a delicate kiss on your sweaty forehead, the world eventually fading to black.

…

You wake up with a warm lump snuggled next to you, and you realize that it’s your husband from his musk that’s always infused with traces of a sweet chocolatey scent that he can’t seem to get rid of. When you glance down at your body, you’re all cleaned up and assume that the boys wiped you down while you were asleep. Once you rub your eyes with your fists and let out a quiet yawn, he notices that you’ve woken up and squeezes you tighter in his arms.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” he teases.

“Holy shit,” his words make you wake up faster, “is it really morning?”

Tendou chuckles and presses his cheek against the crown of your head. “I’m just messing with ya, you were only out for about 30 minutes or so.”

“Oh,” you reply, lying back down and tracing hearts onto his stomach. “Where are all the boys? Did they leave?”

“Nah, they’re out in the living room, eating pizza and watching a movie. Told them they could spend the night here on the guest beds and couches, if that’s alright with you?”

“Mhm,” you nod softly against his chest. “It’s fine by me.”

Your husband’s fingers reach under your chin and lift your face. “Did you have fun, my love? Did we go too hard on you?”

You shake your head. “No, it was wonderful ‘Tori. Had lots of fun.” Your body scoots up the mattress to plant a kiss on the tip of his nose, making his cheeks and ears flush pink. “Thank you for organizing this. You spoil me too much.”

The corners of his lips curl upwards into a smirk. “What kinda shitty husband would I be if I didn’t spoil my amazing wife?”

You giggle at his joke before asking, “Did you have fun, my love? You got a little possessive there at one point.”

Your husband’s eyes widen and his face turns bright red in embarrassment. Rubbing his free hand behind his neck, he defends himself, “Yea, ‘m sorry about that, babe. It’s just,” he sighs, and you know that there’s something on the back of his mind that’s bothering him. “At first, I thought it was so hot, but then I saw how much fun you were having and how good you felt, and I just… I dunno… felt inadequate? Like maybe I’m not enough?”

“Satori,” you whisper softly. “Yes, it did feel really good and I had a lot of fun, but no one can ever compare to how you make me feel— how cared for, how special, and how loved that you and only you can make me feel.”

Tendou’s face contorts into a cute little pout, the same one that he does when he’s about to ask one of his ridiculous questions.

“Even if Issei’s dick is the size of a fucking Pocari Sweat bottle?”

You laugh, a little out of breath as you reply, “Even if Issei’s dick is the size of a fucking Pocari Sweat bottle.”

He rubs his cheek into yours, mimicking the actions of an affectionate kitten. “Good,” he hums. A few seconds of silence pass before he continues, “Do you want to join them outside, sweetheart?”

“Mmm,” you murmur back, closing your eyes and relishing in your husband’s warmth. “Gimme 30 more minutes. Let’s stay like this for a bit.”

Satori gently nods his head before shutting his eyes as well.

Your husband asks a lot of strange questions, usually to satiate his curious mind, but there’s one thing that he never, ever second guesses— how much you love him, and how deeply he loves you.

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Plans Can Change

This is the prequel to Plan B. Can be treated as a stand-alone fic if you aren’t down for what happens in Plan B, which is infidelity.

Pairings: Natsuo Todoroki x reader, Shouto Todoroki x reader

Genre: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, smut

Word count: 12.5k

Warnings: break-up, heartbreak, messy feelings, lots of emotions, alcohol consumption, wall sex, crying while masturbating, pregnancy mention

Notes: I have never written anything this length, nor have I ever worked quite this hard on a piece before. I'm both petrified & ecstatic to finally post it, so here it is! I hope you all fall as hard for Natsuo as I have 💜

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“Y-you’re what?” You blink at Shouto, shaking your head in disbelief. “Are you fucking kidding me? Tell me this is a sick joke.” You shrink away from him, sliding towards the other end of the couch, tears welling in your eyes.

“Baby, I—,” he starts, but you cut him off.

“Don’t fucking baby me!” You shove him away as he reaches out to hold you in his arms, standing to step further away from him. “You’ve told me for years that this would never happen. That you’d come clean to your dad about us and tell him to call off this bullshit quirk marriage idea of his!”

“I know, but baby, it’s not that simple--,” he puts his hands up and rises, tentatively taking a step towards you.

“It is that fucking simple! You’re just a fucking coward!” Tears flow freely over your cheeks, your face reddening as rage boils up inside of you, coalescing into verbal venom that you spew directly into his pathetic face. “Five fucking years of my life, I’ve waited for you to grow a fucking backbone and now it’s just over? All the lies and the sneaking around, I understood when we were still in school, but we’re goddamn adults! We’re pro fucking heroes! And I’ve never been able to hold your hand in public, because you’re afraid of what your dickbag father would have to say about it? The one that you say that you still despise, but yet here you are, throwing away everything to appease him? Did I fucking miss anything?”

“No,” he chokes, looking at you guiltily as tears spill over his own cheeks. “I-I’m so sorry, Y/n. I do love you though. I’m always going to love you.”

“Fuck you.” You spit through gritted teeth, taking a menacing step forward with each proclamation. “You don’t love me. I don’t think that you ever have, because this isn’t love. This is you leading me on, promising me the world, and then snatching the rug out from under me. You’re a selfish goddamn prick, Shouto Todoroki. I guess you’re more like your father than I thought.”

“Y/n, please, it isn’t like that. I-I don’t know what to do! I’m not like him. I don’t want to be, but this is the only thing that makes sense to me. I don’t want to be like him. I don’t want to hurt you,” you scoff, shaking your head as you look upwards, disbelief plain on your face as he continues. “I know it might not make sense to you and I know you can’t understand, but I’m trying to do what’s best for everyone. I’m trying to make the best decision that I can.”

“For everyone? What about me? What about us?” You clutched your hands to your chest, your eyes frantically searching for a shred of rationality behind his eyes. “What about all those times you promised me that we would get to live happily ever after, hmm? When you swore that you would never let this exact fucking thing happen to us?” You sob and quickly pace across the room, folding your arms around yourself as the anger roils beneath your skin, leaving you shaking in the corner, continuing to stew while he stands there, thoroughly defeated and unsure of what to even say.

Because there’s nothing left to say. There’s nothing he or you can say to change what’s been done. To undo the damage that’s been caused by his decision. It’s over.

You sigh, feeling the weight of the world coming to rest upon your fragile shoulders, closing your eyes as you turn away from him, trying not to choke on your words while more tears pour over your cheeks, “Get out.”

“Baby, please just let me try to explain,” he reaches out to touch your arm and you wrench it away from him.

“Go!” You spin on your heel, glaring at him as every loose object in your apartment suddenly levitates. He looks stunned, but nowhere near intimidated as he takes another step closer. You try to maintain your threatening gaze, but you crack, your mouth twitching as you let out a broken sob. “Go,” you beg, a pathetic plea that rings out in the uncomfortable stillness of the room before everything collapses around you two.

He freezes, staring at you apologetically as he seems to mull over his next move. After a long beat, he finally speaks.

“Okay,” he nods solemnly, taking a step back and turning towards the door. He steps over a broken picture frame, one of you and him from your high school days. Both of you all dressed up for the school dance, looking happy as ever.

Another wave of guilt washes over him as he tears his eyes away from the nostalgic, far gone scene, leaving you alone.

///

“Two more, please,” you smile at the bartender, who nods and pours two more shots, setting them in front of you. “Thanks.”

“Y/n?” A voice distracts you before you can lift one of the vials to your lips.

You turn to see Natsuo, Shouto’s elder brother, leaning up against the bar beside you.

“Hey,” you smile politely, silently offering him one of the cups of poison before you. If you didn’t have to drink alone, you’d rather not. “How’s it going?”

“Can’t complain,” he grins, shrugging and toasting you as he takes the shot glass and you both toss them back. He makes a bitter face as he turns to you, an amused expression littering his features, “Whiskey, huh? You’re really not messing around tonight,” he chuckles, “Thanks for the drink. You here with someone?”

“Ha,” you scoff, shaking your head as the burn in your throat tapers off. “Nope. I’m only here, because drinking alone at home seemed a little too sad, even for me.”

“What’s goin’ on? You wanna talk about it?” His cheerful demeanor shifts and he pulls out the stool beside you to take a seat, furrowing his brow as he flashes you a concerned look. “I mean, I know we’re not exactly close, and, I don’t know, maybe this is weird, because I’m just your friend’s big brother, but, I mean,” he half shrugs, “I still care about you. I’ve missed seeing you around the house, ya know. Feels like it’s been a while.”

“Oh,” you pout, looking away from his kind eyes. His words have more of an effect on you than you would have thought they could. “I, uh. I’ve missed you guys too. And thank you for asking. I don’t know if..I mean,” you shrug heaving a heavy sigh. “I don’t know if Sho has mentioned anything, but I had a bit of a rough break up a few weeks ago.”

“Oh, shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you were with anyone,” his eyes are apologetic as he leans in closer, turning towards you to give you his undivided attention. “What happened?”

“He left me for someone else,” you gesture for another round, speaking matter-of-factly. “And today would have been our five year anniversary, so it’s been a bit of a day for me.”

“Five years?” He raises his eyebrows incredulously, “I can imagine today’s been rough on you. Where’s Sho though? Shouldn’t he be here?”

“Ah, that’s the kicker. We aren’t speaking,” you toss back another shot, realizing it might have been a mistake as your head begins to swim. “That’s why I haven’t been around. Sorry.”

“And here I was worried you were just avoiding me,” he jests, grinning at you with a boyish charm that you're powerless against, so you offer him a shy smile in return, giggling quietly. “You don’t need to apologize. I’m sure it’s his fault anyway. What’d he do?”

He rests his head on his rolled knuckles, smiling playfully as he looks to you.

“He was never very supportive of the relationship,” you half-lie. “Wasn’t exactly sympathetic to my situation when it ended.”

He shakes his head, “I’m sorry. Seems like his head is stuck a little too far up his own ass if he’s treating you that way,” he searches your sullen expression apologetically. “I’m here to listen though, if you wouldn’t mind a shoulder to cry on. Promise that I’m already on your side.”

“Thanks for that,” you shift your lips to the side, a wry smile lingering as you slide him the shot glass that remains before you. “Here. I think I need to be cut off. Otherwise I’ll really spill my guts to you and I’m not looking to embarrass myself tonight.”

“I don’t think you could,” he shakes his head, tossing back the shot. “You’re too cool to let that happen.”

“You think I’m cool?” You look at him skeptically.

“Yeah?” He squints, cocking an eyebrow, as if it should be obvious. “You’re a badass hero. Plus, I saw you kick Shouto’s ass at the festival, your last year of high school.”

“That was a long time ago,” you qualify, unsure of why you’re blushing so deeply as you sip your water. Must be the alcohol.

“You’re being modest. I think you could still take him.” He folds his arms together, leaning on them as he nudges you with his shoulder. “Because you really are a badass. I’m sorry whatever jackass you were with obviously couldn’t see that, but someone who’s worth it will someday.”

“I thought Fuyumi was the only sensitive Todoroki,” you glance over at him, unable to bear the eye contact for long, so you stare at your feet, fidgeting on the stool.

“I’ve picked up a few things,” he allows his gaze to linger on your heated cheeks before he pulls them away.

“Ya know what. Fuck it, you’re right,” you wave the bartender over. “You promise not to judge me if I embarrass myself? Because I’m telling you, it’s a very likely possibility.”

“I promise,” he nods. “So long as you keep my sensitivity a secret,” he winks and you laugh, shaking your head as you turn to the bartender to order a drink you can sip on.

And then the pair of you do just that: sip on your drinks, chatting about nothing and anything at all. It’s a bit strange, because you’ve never really gotten to talk with Natsuo like this. Your conversations were always limited to polite small talk or interactions that involved the rest of the family, like the weekly family dinners that you were often invited to.

He was funny and kind, charming even. His personality became more apparent to you as the evening drew on and you wondered how you’d never managed to see this side of him before.

You’d been a fixture around the Todoroki estate since you met Shouto when you transferred to UA for your senior year. It was obvious why you and Natsuo had never interacted much then, considering he was a college student and you were his kid brother’s “best friend”.

Maybe he’d just never looked at you beyond that, which would be understandable, seeing as you’d never viewed him as more than Shouto’s elder sibling.

At least, until right now. Again, you wanted to blame it on the booze, but the pressure building between your thighs was getting hard to ignore every time he leaned in a little closer. A smile highlighting the shine in his grey eyes, whiffs of his alluring cologne reaching your nostrils. It was hard to tell if you were dizzy due to his presence or the cocktail you were still working on.

Straw tucked between your lips, tongue pressed against the plastic as you stifled a laugh at his intentionally terrible joke. You pretended to miss the way his gaze lingered on your mouth, watching how you pinched the straw between your fingers, toying at it with your tongue.

He cleared his throat, absently spinning the pint glass in his hands before swallowing the rest of his beer.

“You’re pretty cool too, ya know,” you tilt your head, looking at him sideways when all of a sudden your brain feels much softer than it did just a moment ago.

“Oh yeah?” He laughs, pushing his glass away as he turns to you, his expression changing to one of tentative concern as you sway on the stool. “You all right there?”

“Uh,” you shake your head, but it’s too much motion for you, so you stop and close your eyes, but that only seems to make it worse. “I think I, uh, t-think I’ve ‘ad t’much,” you slur resting your head atop your forearms as you slump forward on the bar.

“Whoa, okay. Let’s get you out of here.” He stands, holding his arm out to you. “Think you can walk, if I help you?”

“Think so,” you mutter, trying to keep your eyes open as you stand and take a wobbly step forward as he wraps his arm around your waist.

“All right, we got this,” he assures you, stooping down so your arm can slip around his neck. He reaches his hand up to hold yours, ensuring your hold on him.

The fresh air of the warm, summer evening granted you little reprieve, but it did feel nice to be outside, away from the noisy patrons and too loud music of the bar. You hadn’t noticed how busy your surroundings were when the two of you were locked in conversation.

It felt like it did now, just the two of you, in a sort of bubble, all your own. Granted, it was far more enjoyable when he was so close to you, because he wanted to be, rather than because without him physically supporting you, you might fall over.

Natsuo didn’t mind though. He’d been in this state before and he wasn’t one to judge. You’d been through some shit recently; you deserved to get blackout drunk if you wanted to. He just wanted to make sure that you got home safe.

“Just gonna find your address, okay?” He slipped the small wristlet you carried off of your arm, looking to you for permission. “Unless you can tell me your address?”

“It’s uhm,” you pressed a hand to your face, pulling at your temple, trying to recall something that should be laughably simple, but you came up with nothing. “My IDs n’there.”

He nods and rifles through the small bag, locating your ID just behind your phone, “Got it. I don’t want you alone with anyone else in this state, so I’ll ride with you and make sure you get inside all right.”

The sense of authority in his voice gave you a pulse between your legs, one you suppressed by pressing them together.

“Yes, sir,” you murmured with a little too much intention and a soft giggle. Gasping, you pressed a hand over your lips when your mind caught up with your mouth. “‘M’sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he shook his head, smiling at you as he chuckled quietly. “Nothing I haven’t heard before.” His tone was playful, but inside his body was screaming.

He’d been casually flirting with you all night, all the while wondering if that was even okay, but he reasoned it was harmless. You were both drinking. You’d just been through a break up and you were his brother’s closest friend. Which meant that you were off limits for a number of reasons, but his dick didn’t get the memo.

“I’m gonna call an Uber,” he pulls out his phone, actively seeking a distraction from how cute you looked with that blush creeping over your cheeks again.

The ride back wasn’t any easier on him. The alcohol in his system was plenty enough to give him a solid buzz, to relax him, but he was tense as ever with you pressed up against him, leaning against his shoulder. The sweet scent of your perfume wafting in his nose while your slow, quiet breaths filled his ears.

By the time he got you upstairs to your apartment, his normally cool skin felt like it was on fire, burning from the chemical reactions caused by the alcohol in his blood and your weight shifting against his body as he helped you to your door.

“Thank you, Natsuo,” you smiled as you leaned against the door, fumbling with you keys, seemingly unable to find the right one.

“Lemme help you,” he said gently, his fingertips brushing against yours as he took them.

He unlocked the door and helped you inside, setting your things down on the table by the door before he set you down on the couch.

“Are you gonna be okay?” He stands in front of you, kneeling down so that he‘s level with your gaze.

“Would you stay if I said no?” You bite your lip, reaching forward to touch his knee, slowly pushing your hand up his thigh and he pops up, putting his hands up as he takes a step back.

“I would, but I’d be sleeping on the couch.”

“Oh,” you look away embarrassed, pulling your hands into your lap. “I’m sorry, I, uhm,” you shake your head, laughing nervously, “I think I misread things. Told you I’d embarrass myself.”

He looks up, clenching his eyes shut as he curses himself silently before squatting back down to try and catch your eyes.

“Hey,” he reaches out to tap your ankle, smiling softly when you look up. “Look, you didn’t,” he pauses, letting out a nervous breath, “you didn’t misread anything. But, aside from the fact that you’re more than a little tipsy, I’m also the slightest bit concerned that Shouto might just roast me.”

You scoff, “I don’t think you have to be worried about that, but I see your point about the other thing,” you admit, smiling lopsidedly. “I’m really sorry for being so forward. I’m not usually..like this.”

“You’re fine,” he reassures you, offering his hand. “C’mon. I’ll help you to your room and then I’ll take the couch, okay?”

You nod and take his hand, smiling shyly as he pulls you to your feet, a hand resting on your waist to steady you as your faces nearly collide.

“Sure you wanna take the couch?” You jest, grasping his shirt to find your balance. “I mean, if you really think I can take him, I don’t think you have much to worry about there.”

You laugh quietly, stumbling towards your room as he follows close behind you, groaning as he chews on his lip.

“You’re very funny,” he says dryly, slipping his arm around your waist as he walks you into your room.

“I’ve been told,” you sit down on the bed, grinning up at him. “Thank you again, Natsu. I’m sorry for hitting on you,” you both laugh. “I appreciate you making sure I got back okay.”

“Anytime, Y/n.” He takes a step back, grabbing the door handle as he backs out of the room, smiling softly. “I’ll see you in the morning. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” You watch as he slowly pulls the door shut, not seeing the way he closes his eyes and sighs under his breath.

In the morning, you stroll out of your room to find Natsuo in the kitchen, leaning into your fridge.

“Good morning,” you mutter groggily and he shuts the door, turning to face you with a smile.

“Good morning. I got good news and bad news.”

“Okay,” you shoot him a confused expression. Good news first, I guess.”

“Good news, you do have aspirin and there’s some on the counter for you,” he nods to the glass of water and pills on the kitchen countertop. “Bad news, you’re outta eggs and pretty much all other AM food, so I can’t make you breakfast like I wanted to.”

You blush, staring at the space between your feet, “You really don’t have to do anything like that. I was an ass last night,” you face burns as you recall your actions. “I’m sorry about that, again.”

“About that,” he nods once, sauntering closer to you, leaning against the kitchen counter. “How about we just..start over? A reset from last night.”

You glance up, nodding thoughtfully, “Okay. I’d like that.”

“Great,” he grins, standing up straight as he lightly raps the counter. “How about we start by you letting me take you out for breakfast?”

“I’d like that,” you smile, resting your hand beside his on the countertop.

///

It had been a little over a month since you’d hit the reset button and things were going well. You’d been on a few dates, skirting around the topic of what Shouto might think, though both of you avoided that topic for different reasons.

You hadn’t heard from him, but you did see the announcement of his engagement in a tabloid. She was pretty. Came from a wealthy family, old money. You had to assume that the connections that came with that were why Enji had arranged the whole thing. Her quirk was impressive, sure, but Shouto had two quirks already. I mean, shit, was the goal to hit a triple with one of his grandkids?

Besides the point. Shouto was really going through with it, so you had no choice but to move on. Did you have to move on with his brother? No. Would that come back to bite you in the ass? Maybe.

But you weren’t spending all this time with Natsuo to spite him. That wouldn’t be fair to Natsu and he didn’t deserve to suffer because you wanted to get back at his brother.

No, you genuinely enjoyed your time with him. He was always so caring and affectionate. Always trying to make you laugh. Asking when he could see you next, swearing dramatically that he just might not be able to make it until then. He was never worried about whether or not someone would see you standing too close to one another. He wasn’t apprehensive about holding your hand in public, in case paparazzi caught you and decided to run a story. Being with him was just..easy.

He respected that you were fresh out of a long term relationship, so things were moving slowly. Most of your time together was spent in coffee shops, milling around town, or out to dinner. You hadn’t had any time alone and in private together, part of the strategy of taking things slow.

Which is why, tonight, you had insisted on having him over, so you could make him a home cooked meal in your apartment to celebrate his birthday.

“Are you sure you don’t want any help in here? I’m a decent cook, I swear.” Natsuo smiles as he enters the kitchen.

“No! I’m not letting you lift a finger on your birthday. Just lemme do this for you,” you press your hands to his chest, smiling sweetly up at him, your arms crossing behind his neck. “Please?”

“Fine,” his hands find your waist as he leans in, his heart jumping at the way you blush just before his lips meld with yours. “Can I at least stay and supervise?” He chuckles, fingers outstretched, lingering on your waist for as long as he can manage as you pull away from him.

“I suppose,” you sigh, feigning exasperation as you wrangle the ingredients. “Just be careful, okay? I don’t always use my hands to pick up the knives.” You wave a hand toward your knife block, activating your quirk to coax a knife towards the counter.

“Noted,” he nods, “I’ll keep an eye out. And hey, if you need anything flash frozen, I’m your guy.”

“Noted,” you laugh, turning your attention to the vegetables before you on the chopping block. “Oh, better turn the oven on before I forget.” You remind yourself, slipping past him in the narrow passage between the counter and the island, purposely pressing your ass back against him.

You feel a sense of satisfaction when he reacts, inhaling sharply as he grips the underside of the countertop behind him.

“Oops, sorry,” you stop where you stand, caught between him and the counter in front of you. You look back at him over your shoulder with a seductive smile, bending over to lean against the counter. “Didn’t realize it would be such a tight squeeze,”

“You’re terrible,” he groans, leaning forward to place his hands on the outside of yours, caging you in as he whispers in your ear. “And I fucking love it.”

You whine softly, feeling the bulge in his pants rock against your behind. “Natsu,” your hips roll in rhythm with his, your back arching as you reach back to push your fingers into hair, turning your head to breathe into his ear. “I’m tired of waiting. Need you so bad.”

He grunts, a low, gruff sound emanating from his chest as you’re spun around, back pressed to the counter. His lips take yours hostage and it’s all passion, weeks worth of stored up sexual tension finally being released.

“Bedroom,” he manages to utter, lips still moving against yours, unable to find the will to pull away until you do it for him.

Hand in hand, you tug him toward the bedroom, lips crashing into his again as you pull up beside the bed, fumbling with his belt while he sheds his shirt.

He slips the straps of your dress off your shoulders and you quickly work the rest of it down, leaving you in the light blue set of lingerie that you’d worn for this momentous event.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he lets his eyes roam, taking in every inch of your body while you’re busy dropping his trousers.

You wrap a hand around his cock, stroking slowly as you lean in to kiss him again, smiling proudly as he moans into your mouth, “And you’re so fucking hot,” you sigh, taking a step back towards the bed as his fingers hook into your panties, slipping them down your thighs.

He walks you towards the bed, laying you down as he clambers over you, his cock pressing against your thigh, precum sliding against your skin. You lean forward, making quick work of your bra, a wanton moan is pulled from your throat as he kisses and sucks at your neck. Cool lips soothing the heat boiling your blood as you raise your hips off the bed impatiently, “Natsu,” you mewl softly.

He pulls back, looking down at you with soft eyes as he searches your features. His hand cups your face, thumb on your cheek while his fingers push into your hair and he kisses you deeply. Kisses you like he’s never going to get the chance again. It’s slow, sensual, and sweet. He rests his forehead against yours to catch his breath, the thick head of his cock pressing against your wetness, a sharp gasp in his ears as he pushes inside, followed by a long, satisfied moan when he sheathes his entire length, stilling inside you.

“Shit,” he mutters under his breath, tilting his head back as he thrusts slowly. “You feel so good, baby.”

His hand slides up your forearm, interlacing your fingers with his, another hand slides beneath you, wrapping around your waist as he slowly begins rolling his hips, letting you feel every vein and ridge along his cock as it glides within your walls while his grey eyes bore into yours.

It’s not the aggressive, lust-driven fuck that you were expecting. It’s a slow, sensuous tango. One that would be more accurately described as love-making than fucking.

No further words are exchanged. The only noises traded are the soft moans you’re exhaling, met by the occasional groan between his labored breaths. That is, until you’re gasping, tossing your head back, eyes shut tight while your nails sink into the flesh of his shoulder. You hadn’t even realized how close you’d gotten until you were here.

“Natsu, oh fuck, I’m think I’m gonna—oh God,” you cling to him, falling apart in airy, broken moans and he grunts in response, his hips moving faster as he buries his face in your neck, littering it with kisses.

“Shit,” he mutters, breaking away and trying to pull out as he feels himself getting too close to the edge, but you stop him, squeezing your thighs together to keep him inside.

“On the pill, s’okay,” you pant, loosening your grip on his shoulder to pull back and cup his face, pulling him into a kiss. “I promise.” You speak against his lips, a soft plea that nearly destroys him, “Cum inside me, please, Natsuo..”

“Fuck, baby,” he sighs, tightening his arm around your waist, his other hand pushing into your hair, cradling your head as he kisses you deeply.

His hips stutter, falling into an uneven rhythm while his forehead comes to rest against yours. He falls silent as he explodes inside of you, pouring his essence inside of you in thick ropes as his voice catches up with him, a low, rumbling cry rising from deep in his chest as his balls finally empty.

Collapsing beside you, his eyes are too weak to open, the intensity of his orgasm still weighing them down as he pulls you closer to him. You roll onto your side towards him, resting your arm on top of his chest, where he finds your hand and takes it in his, bringing your palm to his lips.

It’s a moment that you wish you could bottle up and save for a rainy day, so that you could relive it over and over again. Basking in the afterglow, electricity passing between you with each gentle caress that you share with one another in the quiet room.

It’s silent, but not uncomfortably so. There’s an indiscernible buzz in the air. A feeling of tension, but not one that threatens the moment. It’s that exciting brand of tension that you feel in the build up to a reunion with a best friend who you can’t wait to trade gossip with. The tension you feel in the pit of your stomach before you crest over the peak of the highest point on a rollercoaster. It’s something that you’ve both been waiting for, a little scary and a lot exciting.

He wants to take the plunge and catapult down that steep hill, but doesn’t want to scare you off, lest your newly inflicted fear of heights catch up with you. He wants you to know how he feels, desperately. But even if you hadn’t suffered a bad break-up only a couple of months ago, he knew that a confession like that after just six weeks of dating was liable to scare just about anyone off. So, he compromises on his commitment to tell you his true feelings.

“I really like you, Y/n,” he smiles softly, pressing a tender kiss to your temple as he rubs your back. “Like, really like you.” He chuckles quietly. “You can’t possibly know how much.”

“I think that I might,” you whisper as you smile against his collarbone, planting a kiss to his cool skin. “I’m still a little hesitant about letting myself like someone too much.” You draw absent circles against his chest, closing your eyes as you listen to the pounding of his heart. “But I really like you too, Natsuo. More than I probably should right now.”

You can both feel his heart thrumming a bit harder as an elated grin graces his lips.

“I promise I won’t make you regret that,” he says softly, tucking a finger beneath your chin to guide your eyes toward his. “Would you like to come with me to family dinner this week? Everyone’s dying to meet the mystery woman I keep gushing about.”

“You want to tell them?” You ask, propping yourself up on an elbow to look at him.

“Of course I do,” he squeezes your hand gently. “I can’t wait to show you off, baby. I wanna tell the whole damn world that you’re mine.”

A blush creeps across your face while apprehension prods at your insides. You knew this was bound to happen. If you wanted to be with Natsuo, you’d have to face Shouto eventually. Everything was still so new and uncertain, but the look on his face told you that this would mean a lot to him. You couldn’t worry about Sho anymore. He wasn’t yours to worry about. Natsuo was.

“Okay,” you nod, “If you’re ready, I’d love to.”

“Thank you,” he smiles softly, cupping your face in his hand to bring your lips to his. His other arm wraps around you as you kiss him back, bringing you flush against his chest, so that you’re laying atop him. “You, uh, you’re really good at that, by the way.” He chuckles, running his fingers along your spine.

You bury your face into his chest, shaking your head as quiet laughter bounces against his skin, “Thanks,” you pause, tapping your fingers along his chest. “That makes me feel better. I was a little nervous, actually. I’ve never, uhm. I mean, I’ve only ever been with one other person.”

“I was just as nervous as you, I promise.” He reassures you, placing a cool hand to the dip in your spine as he kisses the top of your head. “I thought that you were out of my league before. Now I know.” You can feel his smile against your scalp as he smoothes your hair.

“Shut up,” you giggle, gently pressing on his toned pecs. “I’ve got another confession that might make you feel better. You wanna hear it?”

“Let me have it, angel.”

“I’ve never—how do I phrase it? Uh, I’ve never actually gotten off just by penetration? I hardly know any women who have. I thought it was a myth, but I mean you,” you blow a breath of air between pursed lips. “You, sir, are apparently a thing of myth.”

“Really?” He cranes his neck to look down at you, a look of pride radiating through his features.

“Really,” you smile back. “Although..” your smile turns mischievous as your hand trails lower on his torso, your fingers walking along his abdomen. “Could have been a fluke, I guess.” Your eyes move to study his face, a daring sense of playfulness evident behind them.

“Is that right?” He smiles, indulging you as he sits up, flipping you onto your back and propping himself up over your, a strong arm on either side of your head. “Surely, there’s a way to find out if it was just a fluke or not,” he rocks his stiffening cock against your thigh, still slick with the mixture of both of your release. “Right?”

“I s’pose we could try again,” you grin, catching your bottom lip between your teeth. “For science,” you shrug, running your hands along his sides until they hold his hips.

“For science,” he agrees, his lips capturing yours once more as you guide him inside you.

You clench around him, swallowing the groan that passes from his lips before you gasp, your mouth hanging open as your brows knit together once he starts moving in earnest.

The second go round is even smoother. With most of the jitters out of the way, he’s got a different confidence about him. He slides both hands beneath you, lifting you off the bed just enough to find the perfect angle.

“Natsu,” you whine, already feeling that delicious sensation brewing in your core. “Please,” you reach out, fingertips brushing against his shoulders, falling away as you just can’t reach.

He pushes his hands further beneath you, pressing his palms flat against your back as he brings you into his lap while he assumes a kneeling position.

Your arms encircle his neck, your forehead coming to rest against his. It’s hard to even keep your eyes open, the stimulation of his cock assaulting your womb at this angle is too much for you to take in anything else. You’re melting in his arms, you’re on top now, but certainly not in control as he guides you up and down on his length as it stretches you out, threatening to split you apart.

“Love you,” you murmur, soft and desperate, but loud enough for him to hear with your forehead still flush with his.

You can see the surprise in his eyes and you double down, fully committing to your last confession of the evening. One that you had zero intention of making until he made you feel this way; like you might die if you couldn’t ever be this close to him again.

“I love you, Natsuo,” you repeat between ragged breaths, your fingers interlaced behind his neck as you lift your head to search his eyes, to let him see that you mean it.

“I love you too,” he chortles, the last bit of disbelief exiting his lips in a pant. “I love you, Y/n,” he cards his fingers through your hair, holding the back of your head in his hand as he kisses you deeply and hungrily. The peaks of both of your orgasms cresting as you try to get impossibly closer to one another, your bodies moving in tandem as waves of pleasure roll through them.

Neither of you are sure how much time has passed by the time you’ve both caught your breath. You’re both laying on your side, all your limbs tangled and clinging to one another, heartbeats thumping back and forth. You’ve said all you needed to say, so the little touches suffice. Careful hands idly studying one another in the dim light of the bedroom while you trade soft smiles and lingering glances. And for the first time in a long time, you feel whole again.

///

Sunday arrives much too quickly for your liking. Before you know it, you’re staring down the front door of the Todoroki family home and the pit in your stomach is begging you to turn back.

It’s been nearly 3 months since you’ve seen Shouto. You’d have to face not only him, but his bride-to-be. The thought made you sick to your stomach. There was a lot of potential for all of this to go sideways.

But as you drew closer to the door, Natsuo looked over and gave your hand a gentle squeeze.

“You ready?” He smiled and all your worries seemed to disappear. You remembered the reason why you were here. Why things were different now.

You nodded, slipping your other hand around his forearm as the two of you entered the door.

“We’re here,” Natsuo called as the two of you exchanged your shoes for slippers before continuing into the home.

“Finally!” You smiled upon recognizing Fuyumi’s sweet voice from the other room. “I was beginning to think you wouldn’t make it to—Y/n?” She blinked, staring at the junction of you and Natsuo’s hands. “Oh—oh my God, wait, really? Mom!”

Fuyumi called out, hurrying down the hallway to wrap you into a hug, which you gladly returned.

“Did you say Y/n was here?” Rei stepped out of the dining room, her eyes growing wider as they fell on you. “Oh my goodness, darling, it’s so good to see you,” she smiled warmly, collecting you into her arms as Fuyumi released you.

“It’s so good to see you too,” you hugged her tight. “I’ve missed you guys.”

“Where have you been? And when did this happen? Why didn’t I know about it?” Fuyumi gestured between you and Natsuo as you rejoin hands.

“Wait, are you the one he insisted he couldn’t tell us about?” Rei brought a hand to her lips, smiling excitedly.

“Now you see why. Sis would have asked a million questions,” Natsuo chuckled while Fuyumi rolled her eyes.

“Questions that I would like answers to! How long? This isn’t a prank, right? Because, honestly, he could never do better than you. Please tell me this is real.” Fuyumi placed her hand on your arm, stepping to your other side.

When she came closer, you could see Shouto stepping out of the dining room. The briefest of flames alighting the hair on his left side as he took in the scene before him.

“It’s real,” you pointedly ignored him, smiling at Fuyumi. “Been almost a couple months now, so not long. We didn’t wanna say anything until we were sure it would stick,” you laugh as Enji and Tame appear in the hallway beside Shouto.

“Well, I certainly hope it does. I think it will,” Rei smiled fondly, looking between the two of you. “You look so happy together. I’ve always thought that you would make sense as a couple.”

Shouto turned to re-enter the dining room, but Fuyumi remembered her manners before he had the chance.

“Oh! It’s been so long, I almost forgot. Have you had a chance to meet Tame yet?” She took a step back to wave over Shouto and the pretty woman beside him.

“No, I haven’t,” you smiled and bowed politely and Tame did the same as she came close. “It’s so nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too,” she smiles brightly, “I almost didn’t believe Shouto when he said that he knew y/hero/n personally.”

“Ah, call me y/n, please. I feel so awful that I haven’t had the chance to meet you sooner, but I’m so glad that we have tonight to get to know each other better.” You put on your best smile, finding it easier than you thought it might be in her presence. She seemed like a genuinely kind person, so at least there was that.

“I am too,” she nods, “Shouto told me how busy you’ve been recently. I completely understand, but I’m glad we’ve finally gotten the chance to meet.”

“Oh, is that why you haven’t seen each other, bro? She’s been too busy for you?” Natsuo smiles sardonically and catches a gentle elbow in the side from you as you laugh it off, not wanting to cause a scene.

“I have been busy with the new agency location,” you lie, grateful as ever when Enji interjects.

“I recall Shouto mentioning that a while ago, I hope you’ve left plenty of room to grow at the new office.” He nods, “You’re about to crack into the top 10, aren’t you? That’s impressive, especially considering your age.”

“Getting close,” you smile politely, “But I don’t wanna talk shop while I’m here. There’s so much catching up to do.” You smile at Tame, “And I’d love to have a chance to talk with you.”

“Well, dinner’s nearly finished, but we could still use some help in the kitchen. We can take a little time, c’mon girls.” Rei smiles, leading the way down the hall.

You move to follow and look back as Natsuo catches your hand, smiling and tugging you back to pull you into a chaste kiss before he lets you go, smiling like a fool as he watches you walk down the hallway, oblivious to the daggers Shouto is glaring in his direction.

///

Dinner wasn’t nearly as awkward as it had the potential to be. At least, not for you. You’d spent the meal catching up with everyone around the table, though Shouto was noticeably even more quiet than usual.

He’d missed most of the conversation. After hearing Natsuo’s retelling of how he’d gotten so lucky as to be ‘in the right place at the right time’ to find you in the bar that night, he couldn’t bother to pay attention to anything else. He was ruminating, wondering how you could have possibly thought that this was a good idea. Were you just trying to hurt him? To make him jealous enough to break off his engagement? If so, it was working, because he’d already considered that idea several times this evening.

Just seeing your face again was too much for him. He knew he had to cut off all contact when he left, otherwise he’d crumble. He was fully prepared to avoid you until the day he died to circumvent the pain of knowing he couldn’t just grab you and pull you close to him like he so desperately wanted to. But here you were, laughing and hanging off of his brother’s shoulder, hand intertwined with his under the table as you shared a laugh with his family as if they were your own.

Because they were. You’d been such a presence in the Todoroki family home for so long and that was entirely his doing. How had he ever intended to explain your absence indefinitely? He would’ve eventually had to stop relying on the ‘she’s just been so busy’ excuse. None of that mattered now though. Here you were again.

He lingers behind in the dining room, idly standing aside as he watches Fuyumi gather the last of the dishes to carry to the kitchen. She passes you on her way out, explaining she’d grabbed everything that was left as she went about her way.

“Can we talk?” Shouto utters before you can leave the doorway, a rushed and clumsy inquiry.

You pause to consider, looking down the hall at Natsuo excitedly speaking with Rei while Tame nodded through a conversation with Enji. With a soft sigh, you step into the room, pulling the door shut behind you as you cross your arms.

“About what? I’ve said everything I needed to say to you.”

“About the fact that you’re fucking my brother? You didn’t care to mention that was part of your plan,” he spits, a scowl on his face that you recognized, but had never seen aimed your way before.

“My plan?” You scoff, looking anywhere but at him to search for where he might have found the audacity to accuse you of such a thing. “You can fuck right off. I’m not dealing with this.” With a dismissive wave over your shoulder, you turn around to open the door, but he crosses the room in an instant, catching your wrist to spin you around.

“Why then? Why him?” His voice is shaking, like the last leaf clinging to a barren branch on a blustery day. “Why did you have to come here to throw it in my face?”

“How can you even ask me that question?” You search his eyes, trying to ignore the way that the tears brewing in them pulls at your heart. “Half a decade with you and your family still thinks that we’ve never been more than friends. Not even two months in, he couldn’t wait to tell everyone. That’s why I’m fucking here and that’s why I’m glad you finally let go. You were never going to be honest with your father.” The rage in your blood physically manifests as hot, angry tears slipping from your eyes. “You were never going to be mine, not completely. I let you put it off at every turn, like an idiot. Let you make me feel like some huge burden, because we both knew what was coming. Knew it would be bad if you ever came clean, especially after so long.” You shirk his hand from your wrist and step towards him, curling your fist as he takes a step back. “You never loved me. Not the way that you should have.” He blinks, swaying forward to reach out to you and then back again, looking dumbstruck.

“Do you--do you love him?” He asks as if it’s an impossibility and you don’t know how else to respond, other than with the truth.

“Yes,” you respond in stark contrast to his tone, as if it’s obvious.

As if he should feel fucking stupid for asking, because he should. How could you not love Natsuo? He was giving you everything that you’d always wanted from Sho that he never gave. That he was obviously never going to and yet here he was, accusing you of trying to make him jealous? For what? Why would you want someone who didn’t want you just as much?

The tears fall faster as the question crosses your mind, because it’s not like you could deny how much you still love the man in front of you, despite the pain he’s caused. Despite the fact that you’ve moved on after thinking that you’d never be able to manage it. Natsuo had picked you up and painstakingly pieced you back together in such a short amount of time with the sheer intensity of the way he loved you. Not putting Shouto in his place would feel like a betrayal of that.

“So no, my plan wasn’t to come here and throw anything in your face. I’m not here for you anymore. I’m here for Natsuo and if you’re upset about that, then you have no one to blame but yourself.” You shrug, drying your eyes and expelling an exasperated breath. “My plan was always you,” you pause, studying the man who you’d always thought that you’d spend your life with. Finally seeing, finally accepting that the future you’d imagined with him was never going to happen. “But plans can change.”

You smile sadly and turn away, unable to bear the way that he’s looking at you, like you’d stabbed him in the chest. You move to leave, but he can’t let that happen yet.

“Please come back to me,” the shake in his voice is so intense it sends a shiver up your spine and you freeze. “Please, I’ll do anything, I--,”

“You won’t,” you shake your head, staring at the door in front of you as your voice drops to a whisper. “You and I both know that you won’t. I finally have someone who will.” You swallow, “If you ever loved me, please just let me have that.”

He doesn’t respond and you can’t bring yourself to look back anymore, so you exit, leaving him to pick up the pieces that he broke in the first place.

///

“You wanna watch another?” Natsuo smiles down at you. You’re laying on his chest, snugly nestled between his legs, clinging to him on the couch beneath a cozy blanket while he rubs your back. Your new favorite place in the world. The credits are rolling on the last film you watched and your eyes are beginning to feel the weight of the day.

“Mm, I would love to, but I should probably get home. I have an early patrol tomorrow and an afternoon full of meetings.”

You push yourself up, maneuvering yourself to sit back on the other side of the couch and you catch him staring at you, a soft grin on his face that makes you blush.

“What?” You laugh, lifting a hand to the cheek that was squished against his abdomen. “Do I have a mark on my face or something?”

“Move in with me.”

“What?” Another laugh leaves your lips, one that sounds noticeably more incredulous. It’d only been four months and he had a food sense of humor. Surely, he’s kidding, you think, but his lovestruck expression doesn’t falter. “Are you--you mean that?”

“Yeah,” he shrugs, reaching forward to grab your hands and pull you into his lap to hold you. “You wouldn’t have to leave me if you were already home,” he lifts a finger to your nose, brushing the pad of his finger against the tip. “I hate watching you leave. If I only ever had to do it when you went to work,” he shrugs, “I could live with that. But saying goodbye to you instead of just saying goodnight? It’s killing me.” He lifts his palm to your face, stroking your cheek gently with his thumb while his grey eyes bore into you, melting you in his grasp like they always do. “Whaddya say, baby?”

“Okay,” you beam, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him into a deep kiss. “I’d love to. If you’re sure you can spare the closet space,” you giggle, hugging him around his neck while he chuckles in your ear.

“If I gotta downsize to two outfits to get you in here, I’ll do it.” He squeezes you tight, feeling his heart swell with unbridled joy. “Will you stay here tonight?” He pulls away, utilizing that gaze that you can’t refuse. “I promise I’ll get up early to make sure you’re up in time to leave.” “All right,” you whisper, catching his cheek to seal the agreement with another kiss.

The next morning, you’re in the kitchen preparing coffee when the doorbell rings.

“Can you get that, babe? I ordered us some breakfast. Thought we could eat before you have to get going,” Natsuo calls from the bedroom, rummaging through his underwear drawer.

He’s about as dressed as you are, which is to say not at all. You nod and snatch his shirt and boxers from the night before, having been abandoned on the sofa when the two of you decided to properly celebrate the new milestone in your relationship. Slipping into them is easy enough as you head for the door and pull it open to find unamused heterochromatic eyes staring back at you.

“Ah, you’re not the delivery guy,” you sigh and he echoes the sound as you step away to let him inside.

“Not exactly, but I do have something for Natsuo. I’m not planning on staying. Looks like you’re busy,” his eyes travel the length of your body, lingering on the outline of your hardened nipples as they press against the thin material of the t-shirt before he looks away. “Oh, don’t worry, you didn’t interrupt anything,” you smile sardonically, crossing your arms to cover your chest. “He came so hard last night, I don’t think we could do it again this morning if we tried.”

“Great,” he smiles with contempt. “You miss having someone with hero stamina around yet, sweetheart? I know how bitchy you get when you’re left unsatisfied.”

“Okay,” you roll your eyes. “Outta your system? Because he’s coming.”

“I thought you said he couldn’t this morning?” He cocks a provocative brow, letting it fall off his face as Natsuo comes up behind you and you set your jaw, putting on your best smile.

“Hey, bro, she tell you the good news?” Natsuo snakes his arm around your waist and you don’t miss the way the vein in Shouto’s neck tenses.

“What good news?” He looks between you, his tone even, but his mind racing, frantically flying through the worst case scenarios, at least, for him. Had he proposed? That would be rash, but he wouldn't be surprised at this point. Were you--were you pregnant? Oh God, he didn’t even know what he would do if he had to witness that. Children were such a permanent link to someone, he’d never stand a chance at winning you back. A sweat broke out on his forehead as his thoughts went into a tailspin.

“We’re moving in together,” you press your hand to Natsuo’s chest, smiling softly at up him as he held you closer.

“Oh,” he nods, smiling politely. “Congrats. I, uhm, I don’t have much time to stop and chat. I’ve got a lot of wedding planning to handle today. Just wanted to drop this off.” He hands Natsuo a parcel. “Shoes you ordered went to Mom and Dad’s. Told Mom I’d get ‘em to you, since I’d be in the neighborhood.”

“Oh, thanks, man.” He takes the package and moves to set it aside while Shouto takes a step back, giving a quick wave.

“No problem. Sorry I can’t stay, congrats again.”

“No worries, we’ll see you soon. Take care, bro.” Natsuo joins you in waving him off as he nods and continues away from the door, heaving a sigh of relief once he’s out of earshot.

///

“Oh, I think I see one more back there,” Natsuo is seated criss-cross on the floor near the Christmas tree, pointing to a small, ribbon-bound box tucked up against the base of it. “Would you mind grabbing it, babe?”

You’re seated closest to the tree, leaning forward to spy the package beneath the pine branches. The whole family is present, celebrating Christmas Day at the family cabin. You and Natsuo had opted to spend the holidays with your family the previous year, so this was your first holiday trip with the Todorokis. Fuyumi sat on the other side of the tree, leaning against the side of the couch where her parents sat, while Shouto and a pregnant Tame sat on the other sofa.

There was wrapping paper everywhere, all the gifts except for the one you’re reaching for having been opened already in the cool, winter morning as all of you gathered gleefully in your pjs.

“Whoever snuck this back there did a good job making it nearly unreachable,” you laugh, opting to coax the object into your grasp with your quirk rather than continue straining to slip your arm far enough beneath the tree to grab it.

“Who’s it for?” Fuyumi asks as you come to kneel and hold it in your palm, pulling your attention to her while Natsuo quietly readjusts to get one on knee behind you.

“Me,” you glance at the box, seeing the small tag attached to the ribbon. “Doesn’t say who from though.”

“Open it,” she persists as you sit back into crossed legs and oblige.

The ribbon falls away with a soft tug, allowing you to lift the lid off to find that the box is empty.

“Sorry, I wanted the chance to do this part myself, ” Natsuo chuckles softly, popping open the little black box in his hand, revealing the most gorgeous ring that you’ve ever seen within it. “Will you marry me, Y/n?”

You’re stunned speechless, the room silent as everyone looks on, most of them excited, a single individual decidedly less than thrilled, but still holding his breath.

“Natsu,” the waterworks begin as you frantically nod, fanning your face as you reach for him. “Of course I will,” you throw your arms around his neck and he folds his strong arms around you, smiling wide as he kisses from your temple to the top of your head while the rest of the family claps and cheers.

“I love you so much, baby,” he pulls away to cup your face, smiling at you like you hold the whole world in your eyes before kissing you hard with his other hand still pressed to your back.

The rest of the day passed in a daze for the two of you, all loving touches and thoughtful smiles while you spent some quality time with the family. You’d only been apart briefly when Fuyumi and Tame had managed to pull you away from him long enough to gush with you about what you thought you might want the wedding to look like.

Natsuo took the opportunity to sit beside Shouto, clapping his hand atop his shoulder as he did so, “You’ll be my best man, right?” He grins over at his younger brother and Shouto manages to put on a genuine smile in return.

“Yeah, of course. Congratulations, again. She’s, uh,” Shouto pauses to look at you, laughing with his wife. “She’s pretty great. Just don’t screw this up, okay? I already think she deserves better, don’t prove it to me.” He laughs and places an arm behind his elder brother, clapping his hand on his shoulder.

“Yeah, I guess I never really asked how you felt about any of this, huh?” Natsuo gave an apologetic smile as they both dropped their arms away. “Sorry about that. I guess I was a little upset over whatever was going on between you two at the time, but that wasn’t any of my business. I’m just glad that you guys are good now.” He smiles from Shouto to you, “I’m really glad that you brought her into my life. I don’t know what I would do without her, man.”

“Hopefully you never have to know,” he smiles lopsidedly, placing a hand on his brother’s shoulder once more. “I’m glad that it’s you she ended up with.”

“Thanks,” he laughs, nodding as he folds his hands in front of him. “She doesn’t ever say much about her ex, but if you didn’t like him, I’m sure he couldn’t’ve been the best to her.”

“He wasn’t,” he smiles sadly, feeling his heart decaying in his chest as the heavy words fall from his tongue. “But thankfully she has you now. I’m happy for you guys.”

“Thanks, bro,” he nudges him with his elbow. “C’mon, let’s get a drink to celebrate. I’m finally getting hitched and you’re gonna be a dad. The unthinkable has happened,” he chuckles, slapping Shouto’s knee as he stands.

“Ha, yeah. A drink sounds great,” he nods, standing to follow him to the kitchen.

///

That evening, Shouto wakes and glances over at the clock. 2:33 AM and he’s unsure of what’s awoken him, so he turns over and tries to fall back to sleep, staring at the back of Tame’s head when a noise perks up his ears.

He carefully slips out of bed to search for the source, drawing nearer to the wall that their room shared with you and Natsuo’s. He can hear noises that he can’t quite distinguish, but he’s almost certain that it’s probably for the best. Still, he waits, holding his breath to listen more closely. He hears you moan clearly and he tenses, his cock stirring in his pants almost immediately as he sighs.

He can just go back to bed, pretend he heard nothing and ignore the sounds coming from the other room, drown them out anyway that he can, but he doesn’t. He leans in, pressing his ear the thin wall.

“Natsu,” you mewl, back arched off the bed while his cock slowly glides in and out of you. “Feels so good,” you sigh, pushing your hands into his hair to bring him closer, so that you can kiss him. “‘S’ so fucking good, baby.”

Shouto winces, as the name leaves your lips, his jaw tightening as he tries to will the blood rushing to his cock to leave him be.

“Yeah? You want more, baby?” Natsuo murmurs against your lips, smiling as he slips his arms beneath your thighs, picking you up off the bed with ease as you let out a quiet yelp and cling to him in your surprise. “Or should I say, Mrs. Todoroki?”

“Mm, I like the sound of that,” you bite your lip, leaning your head back on the wall that he places you against as he thrusts his cock back inside you.

Shouto can feel the gentle thud of your spine hitting the wall just on the other side from where his ear is pressed. He’s torturing himself, he knows he should pick up his feet and move, but again he doesn’t. He slips his hand into his boxers, stroking his length as the angelic sounds of your moans carry through the wall again.

“I like the sounds you’re making,” Natsuo buries his face in the crook of your neck, kissing fervently while his hips move faster. Your eyes roll back as you cling to his shoulders, biting your lip to try and suppress the wanton sounds that you can barely control any longer.

Shouto balls his fist, pressing it flush to the wall while a silent sob leaves his chest. Tears are drifting down his cheeks while his other hand continues pumping his cock, quickly seeing him towards his release while his ear remains pressed tight to the wall.

He can hear everything, the way you’re chanting Natsuo’s name, the lewd, squelching noises coming from between your joined bodies, coupled with the slapping sound of skin on skin. He can feel each thrust that you accept, the sensation rippling through the wooden wall while he furiously pumps his length.

He’s so close and so ashamed, wetness still streaming down his face as he shuts his eyes tight and tries to replace Natsuo’s name with his own. If he tries, he can see you the way that he had countless times before. Face red, eyes rolling back, chest heaving as you fell apart in a beautiful display or carnal desire. He can picture it so clearly as he hears you doing exactly that just inches away from where he’s painting the wall before him white with his own release.

He hangs his head, pressing his forehead to the wall as he chokes on another sob, careful not to make any noise while another wave of tears breaks through.

“I love you,” Natsuo pants in your ear, kissing your shoulder while you breathlessly respond and Shouto dare to selfishly pretend that you’re speaking the words to him.

“I love you too.”

///

It’s the night before your wedding. The good sort of anxiety is keeping you awake, like a kid on Christmas Eve. You’re up on the couch, trying to sleep, thinking of what tomorrow will bring and wondering if Natsuo is lying awake in his parents house as anxious as you are.

The knock at the door startles you. You stand and cross to the door, looking through the peephole before you throw the door open.

“What are you doing here?” You stare at Shouto, eyes as red as the left side of his hair as he blinks at you.

“Please, don’t go through with this.” He begs, leaning in the doorway, taking a step inside. “Please,” he reaches for you and you step back, pushing him away and he looks wounded. “I still love you. I’ve never stopped, not for a moment. I can fix this, I ca--,”

“Stop,” you say firmly, holding out a hand to his chest as he tries to step closer once again. “Just stop, Sho.” You shake your head in disbelief, gently pressing both hands to his chest. “You have to let this go. It’s not healthy. You have not only a wife, but a baby at home now and I’m marrying your brother in less than 12 hours. This has to stop..”

“It doesn’t have to be like this,” he swallows, sniffling as he places his hands over yours.

“It does,” you protest sadly, pushing him towards the door as tears well in your eyes. “Sho, this is over. It’s been over. Let me go.”

“I can’t do that,” he shakes his head, a bitter smile on his face as his own tears start to fall. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to do that. Please, Y/n. It’s not too late, just don’t,” he swallows a sob, his voice strained with emotion. “Don’t marry him. It should be me, I should’ve been honest with you, just let me explain, plea--,”

“No!” You cry, shoving him back out the door, tears falling freely now. “Stop! This is the last time I’m going to do this. Stop this, please. Can’t you see that how much I love him? Can’t you see that I don’t love you anymore?”

“You--you can’t mean that,” he sobs, stepping towards the entryway again as you slowly swing the door shut.

“I do,” you sigh, shaking your head. “Goodbye, Sho. Go home.”

The door clicks shut and you jump as his fist hits it, his disconsolate cries drifting through the door as you lock it.

“I know you can hear me,” he sniffs, pressing his palm flat to the door. “I know you’re right there. You’re always right fucking there. Close enough for me to touch and still too far for me to hold.” He pauses, clearing his throat. “I love you, Y/n. I will always love you.” He presses his forehead to the door as you do the same from the other side, eyes clenched tight to try and stop the tears that won’t stop falling. “Please don’t forget that.”

Despite the unexpected events of the previous evening, your wedding day is glorious. Everyone in attendance is happy and eager to celebrate with you and Natsuo. Even Shouto seems to be remorseful about the night before, going out of his way to make sure that everything runs smoothly and avoiding any talk similar to what he had said just a few hours prior. He stops in while you’re in your dressing room alone, sitting and waiting for the ceremony to start.

“Hey,” he says quietly, cracking open the door after checking that no one was around. “I understand if you don’t wanna talk to me, but I just wanted to apologize for last night.”

You look up in surprise that slowly melts away and you nod, “Thank you. I appreciate that,” you give him a small smile and he cautiously steps inside, admiring how breathtaking you look in your gown.

“You, uh, you look amazing,” he smiles and you glance down, blushing. “Really.” He reassures you, shoving his hands in his pockets nervously as he glances down himself. “I don’t want things to be like this between us forever. I’ve acted like an ass and I don’t want my behavior to affect anyone else, so,” he takes a step closer, extending his hand out to you. “I just want things to be okay between us. I’ll never pull anything like that again. You have my word.”

“Thank you, Sho,” you smile, taking his hand and pulling him into a hug, holding him tight and he returns the favor. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” a melancholy smile touches his lips as he savors the feeling of you against him before he has to pull away, stuffing his hands back in his pockets as he nods. “I’ll see you up there. He can’t wait to see you.” He gives you one last wistful smile as he backs out of the room, his gaze lingering on yours as he pulls the door shut.

The ceremony goes off without a hitch. You get to have that magical moment when Natsuo turns and sees you in full regalia, his eyes becoming misty when he does so. A sight that you don’t get to see often. A few stray tears of pure joy leave streaks on his face that you can see as you march closer, grateful that you opted for waterproof makeup as your tears leave marks of their own.

The reception is immaculate. No expense was spared and it shows. Everyone is busy drinking, laughing, and having a grand ole time. The night buzzes on as quickly as everyone told you that it would. Between the traditions and making the rounds greeting all the guests, it isn’t until the evening is winding down that you get to have a slow dance with your new husband, other than your first official dance together, which had felt a little stiff with everyone’s eyes glued to the two of you.

Now, the feeling was perfect. Soft light beaming down from the string lights above you and the moon above them. A favorite song of yours playing gently as conversation hums around you. The dance floor is sparsely populated as most everyone is about ready to call it a night if they haven’t already. He has one arm around you, his hand on the small of your back while the other clasps your hand. Your head is resting against his shoulder as you sway slowly in time to the music, your face tucked into the crook of his neck.

“I wanna promise you something,” he speaks softly, a warm and welcome half-whisper in your ear.

“What’s that?”

“I’m going to give you the best life that I possibly can.” He readjusts your hand in his, interlacing your fingers as he splays his hands across the small of your back and looks down at you, eyes gleaming with good intentions. “I’m going to love you with everything that I have. Every second of every hour or every day for as long as I live, I am going to give you everything, because you don’t deserve anything less.”

“Baby,” you smile up at him softly, in awe of the saccharine promise. “I promise to give you the same,” you lift your hand to his face, holding it in your palm while your eyes bore into his. “You have already given me the world and I will spend the rest of my days trying to give it back to you. I love you more than anything, I’ll prove that to you every day for the rest of my life.”

“I can’t wait,” he smiles warmly, leaning in close. “I love you too, baby. More than anything.” He closes the distance, capturing your lips in a slow, gentle kiss.

///

Years have passed and you’re at home. Natsuo is working an extended shift at the hospital, leaving you to tend to your niece and nephew, who are expected over any minute.

You hear the car pull up and head to the front door, walking outside to see their smiling faces greeting you as they run up the driveway.

“Hey, be careful!” Shouto calls after them, lugging a bag of necessary supplies along.

“They’re fine,” you smile, picking up the smaller boy and taking the girl's hand as you all meander towards the door. “C’mon, let’s get inside. I know it’s close to nap time for you guys.”

“Let me help you get them settled, they’ve been a little,” Shouto sighs, picking up his daughter, “much today. Huh?” He grins, tickling her belly and making the small girl squeal with laughter.

A good deal of pleading and bargaining later, the two are fast asleep in the spare bedroom. Shouto pulls the door shut as you both start down the hall and you turn to him, “I thought Tame was dropping them off today. Is she busy?”

“No,” he shrugs, shaking his head. “I just uh, I thought maybe we could catch up? It’s been a while since I’ve had a chance to even talk to you, feels like. Plus Tame’s getting ready to go back to work soon, so I figured I better get used to wrangling the two of them by myself.” He chuckles as you stop in the kitchen, both of you leaning against the island on opposite sides.

“Guess so,” you laugh in agreement. “I uh, I don’t know if you sticking around is the best idea though,” you look down, watching your foot fidget against the floor. “There’s a reason we’re never alone together, Sho. You know that.”

“I know,” he admits, leaning forward to try and catch your eye, which he does. He smiles reassuringly, “It’s been years though. I promised you that I’d never mention it again and I still have no intention to. You have Natsuo and I have my family. What we had is just history. We’re past all that now, aren’t we?”

“Yeah,” you agree, nodding with a gentle smile. “Yeah, I think we are.”

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Rude! (3,000+ Follower Fic Special 1/3)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Female!Hopper!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Billy stuff, lyrics, fluff

Song: Rude by Magic!

Words: 1,798

Summary: Billy's love for Hopper's daughter is too strong to be stopped by the tough Chief Jim Hopper. Despite being told "not in a thousand years", he plans to love her regardless.

Note: Thank you so so much! I love you all, and writing your ideas, as well as sharing mine with you, has been so fucking fun and amazing! I'm sorry for my lack of words, I wish being an author came in handy with writing this, however, all I can say is that I love you all from the bottom of my heart. I've seen people do shout-outs, and ask-related stuff with their follower things, and I may do that, I'm not sure. For now, I hope you enjoy this... Thank you all, again!

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"Saturday morning, jumped out of bed and put on my best suit. Got in my car and raced like a jet all the way to you. Knocked on your door with my heart in my hands, to ask you a question, 'cause I know that you're an old-fashioned man. Yeah."

Billy was freshly graduated, working as a lifeguard whilst his girlfriend worked her own job, both saving up for their chance to ditch Hawkins and move to California. Sweet Cali. Billy was excited to show the love of his life around the place he called home. Though, physically, he left the salty ocean and windy beach behind, the place never truly left him.

You could see it in his eyes. The waves crashing in his blue orbs. He swore the scent had just barely clung to his belongings; the smell of the tangy air that followed a majority of the state. Working at a pool was the closest he got to the memory of California. Chlorine was most certainly not the salted ocean waters, but with the circumstances, he decided it'd do.

The way his face lit up whenever he talked about his home...it made Y/n more and more excited to see it. His girlfriend had grown up in Hawkins, stayed there her whole life. Never once did the Hoppers leave Hawkins.

But the second that was introduced to Billy, he knew it had to change.

Although they were saving for a big move, Billy had...other things in mind with what to do with his first large pay-check (or series, rather. Working as a lifeguard didn't pay well with just one check). He began to work more shifts to make up for the money he'd spent, and one day after calling in for a day off, he decided to put his plan into action.

"Billy, stop messing with the tie."

"It's annoying." Hands slapped away his attempts of adjusting the black silk tie.

"Well it won't stop being annoying if you keep fucking it up."

For the first time in a long time, Neil Hargrove was calm. Not happy, not amused, not pissed off for some unjust reason- just calm. He wasn't wreaking havoc and he wasn't being an asshole to his son. Billy hadn't seen this side of his dad in quite some time, in fact, he thought something important was going on and he was about to fuck it all up. And then, Susan retreated to the living room with a camera and a freshly ironed suit.

"You're not putting me in that."

"And who asked for your opinion?" Neil deflected with a raised brow. One heavy sigh later and Billy was leaving the bathroom, dawning the whole black and white getup.

Susan clasped her hands over her mouth, a tear leaving her eye, "You look so handsome! Just like your dad!"

Billy rolled his eyes, "Great."

However, his careless attitude was swept under the rug when the blue Camaro pulled up to the police station, interrupting a clearly distressed Chief Hopper bickering with his daughter. Billy had to get himself together before stepping out of the car, jaw slack after seeing the beauty he got to call his date.

"Hello Mr-"

"Don't even try play nice with me, Hargrove. She's not going anywhere with you. End of story." Hopper kept his eyes trained on the blond, body tense like a snake preparing to strike it's prey.

Y/n grabbed Billy's arm, slowly directing him to the car, "And in the sequel, we find out I am going with Billy. End of that story."

"There is no 'sequel.' The writer got drunk and lazy." She paused, turning to face her father who stood tall, arms crossed and face unamused.

"So his daughter picked up where her father left off, and then the sequel was published and the two lived happily ever after, the end."

While her dad attempted to search for a line that would better hers and force her to stay, she pushed Billy toward the driver's side and slid into the car as fast as she could, rolling down the window as Billy started it up. "Bye! I'll be back before midnight!"

The two drove off toward the school, leaving behind a trail of dust and very, very, pissed off Hopper.

Prom was better than Billy thought it would be. He didn't want to go at first, but after Max found out and spoke to her mom about it (the little redhead a cupid-in-the-making), Neil pushed him to go (as he was "doing something else besides being a lazy-no-good rebel"). It was then that he called Y/n and asked if she'd be going.

The suit came in handy. Clashing with his rocker aesthetic, he put it back on once more. The once-annoying tie proved to be somewhat okay in the end.

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life? Say yes, say yes, 'cause I need to know. You say I'll never get your blessing "till the day I die, tough luck my friend, but the answer is no!"

Why you gotta be so rude? Don't you know I'm human too? Why you gotta be so rude? I'm gonna marry her anyway. Marry that girl, marry her anyway! Marry that girl, yeah, no matter what you say! Marry that girl, and we'll be a family! Why you gotta be so rude?

With a deep breath, he ran-over the conversation in his head once more. Like a script for an actor, he had thought of every possible outcome and every possible line for him to face it with. He almost chickened out as his fist rose to the door, but it was too late, for his knuckles rapped against it before he realized he was even knocking.

El opened the door, eyes wide when she saw the familiar mullet and button-down. "Papa..." She muttered as she backed away and out of view.

Hopper traded places with her, his lazy expression sobering up instantaneously, replaced with a grumpy scowl. "Hargrove."

"Mr. Hopper, sir."

"What are you doing on my front porch?"

He swallowed roughly, palms sweaty against his sides. "I was wondering if I could talk to you."

"You seem to be doing just that right now, Hargrove." Hop crossed his arms and clenched his jaw.

Well, this was certainly not something Billy had thought of. He was on panic mode internally, attempting to find any response that could save his hide and accomplish what he set out to do. Unfortunately, the word-vomit button seemed to be misplaced under the button labeled "help".

"I'd like to marry your daughter, sir."

Hop's eyes grew just as big in size as El's had when she opened the door. He choked on his own surprise, coughing it off, then glaring at the boy in front of him. "Over my dead body, Hargrove. If that's all, I'd strongly advise you to get off of my fucking porch while you're still alive."

I hate to do this, you leave no choice; can't live without her. Love me or hate me, we will be boys- standing at that alter. And we will fly away, to another galaxy, you know. You know she's in love with me, she will go anywhere I go-

"Billy, he's just stubborn."

"No, no, I don't think he likes me."

Y/n sighed, rubbing her boyfriend's back. He hadn't told her of his proposal plans, only that Hop seemed to have it out for him. "It'll take time, but he'll warm up to you!"

"It's been how many years since he's met me?"

"To be fair, your reputation wasn't doing you any good until now..."

"It's not like that was fucking obvious." He slouched further down in the front seat of his Camaro. To Billy, all hope was lost. If he couldn't get Hopper to give him his blessing, he was sure he'd lose his goddamned mind.

Y/n frowned. Her frown flipped around as an idea popped into her head, her lips finding Billy's knuckles and quirking his attention. "Even if he never likes you, I'm not going anywhere."

Billy laughed softly, "he'll fucking kill me if you go against him."

"Eh, that's only if he can catch us."

"You're out of your fucking mind, Y/n Hopper."

"I know."

The rest of the night was spent in the Camaro, of course, doing one of Billy's favorite pastimes. By the time the sun rose, Billy was sneaking a kiss to a giggling Y/n before dropping from her window in the cabin and running to his car, parked far enough that Hop or El wouldn't notice. He blew her one more kiss, which she pretended to catch, then he broke into a sprint.

Maybe, he thought, just maybe; there was still a chance.

His knuckles hit the door again, shifting on his feet nervously. It swung open to reveal Hopper, an unimpressed look bringing no surprise Billy's way. It was quite expected, honestly.

"What." His tone made it clear he wasn't up for fucking around.

"Mr. Hopper, if you just give me one chance to prove to you that-"

"No, no, no, no, no. Let me make it very clear to you that I want you to have nothing to do with my daughter whatsoever. No marriage, no friendship, I don't even approve of you guys fucking or whatever-"

"We're in a serious relationship, sir. It's nothing like you think it is."

This made Hop laugh. He continued to do so, holding his stomach, until he realized Billy was unamused. "Oh, you're serious?... My answer is still no, Hargrove. My answer will always be no. Go find someone else's daughter's heart to break. You're not hurting mine."

"It's not like-"

Before he could even get the words out, he was met with a door in his face. Turned down, again.

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life? Say yes, say yes, 'cause I need to know. You say I'll never get your blessing "till the day I die, tough luck my friend, 'cause the answer's still no!"

Why you gotta be so rude? Don't you know I'm human too? Why you gotta be so rude? I'm gonna marry her anyway. Marry that girl, marry her anyway! Marry that girl, yeah, no matter what you say! Marry that girl, and we'll be a family! Why you gotta be so rude, rude?

Again, again, and again, Billy incessantly pleaded with Hopper. Different tactics were all met with the same answer; rejection.

He held up a sign outside the cabin, only for Hopper to close the curtain and chuckle as he sipped his coffee.

He asked at the door again, only for Hop to threaten to give him a black eye (which was met with "aren't you the sheriff? Isn't that illegal?").

He raced past the police station, Max leaning out the window with another sign, only for Hop to threaten them with holding cells.

He even went as far as to ask Max and El to help, but Hopper had none of that, and sent Max home with a rant full of nos.

However, if Jim Hopper thought any of it would get it into Billy's head that getting his blessing was just not happening- he was as wrong as Nancy when she claimed not to have feelings for Jonathan.

Billy had another plan in mind, and this one was impossible to say no to.

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life? Say yes, say yes, 'cause I need to know. You say I'll never get your blessing "till the day I die, tough luck my friend- but no still means no!"

"Hopper." Billy stood before his desk, interrupting his nice date with a delicious doughnut, and earning a very annoyed glare. "I got Miss Byer's blessing. Aren't you two a thing?"

"You son of a-"

"I got Eleven's too."

"Hargrove, I'm gonna-"

"Before you cuss me out, I think you should know that I've got a stable job, an interview with a mechanic so I have a job when the pool closes for the winter, and I've got a house on the market I'm looking at. I'm devoted to your daughter and she's devoted to me. You may not like me, but I think you're a great dad, better than the one I was unfortunately stuck with. You raised a strong and amazing woman. She's incredible and I admit, she deserves better than me-"

"You don't have to say that twice." Hopper huffed, crossing his arms.

"I know she deserves so much better than me, I'm surprised she's even with me too. But she loves me, and I think you can see that. I love her too. I would never, in a million years, break her heart."

Jim stayed silent for a few minutes. The silence brought uneasiness to Billy, but that was intentional on Hopper's behalf. He finally piped up with a cough, clearing his throat, before his piercing eyes met Billy's blue orbs.

"I'll hold you to that, Hargrove."

Why you gotta be so rude? Don't you know I'm human too? Why you gotta be so rude? I'm gonna marry her anyway. Marry that girl, marry her anyway! Marry that girl, yeah, no matter what you say! Marry that girl, and we'll be a family! Why you gotta be so rude? Why you gotta be so rude?

Bonus:

(after the wedding)

"What was that about a no?" Billy quipped with his infamous smirk.

"You're lucky I'm sheriff, Hargrove."

Why you gotta be so rude?

[therenlover]

In Sickness And In Health (An 18+ James Patrick March/Reader Oneshot)

This is 18+ content! If you are a minor, this work is not for you !!!

This fic is a sequel to my oneshot Heartsick, but it can be read as a standalone oneshot!

Synopsis: Normally people don’t have their wedding and funeral on the same day, but you and James don’t quite have a normal relationship, do you? Besides, you wouldn’t wanna go any other way.

Tags: Smut with Plot, Weddings, Fluff, Ghost Smut, Cunnilingus, Sick!Reader, Obnoxious Titanic Knowledge

Rating: E, 18+

Warnings: Swearing, Major Character Death, Romanticization of Death, Murder, Unsafe Sex (it’s with a ghost, but just to be safe...), Mentions Of The Reader Having A Long Term Debilitating Illness

Word Count: 5500~

This fic has been crossposted to my AO3 under the same title

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“How are you feeling, my darling?”

James’s voice was soft as he entered your suite, slipping off his shoes before joining you on the bed. He smelled like antiseptic, hair and hands still damp from a recent wash. Underneath, though, was the sharp, coppery tang of blood.

You stretched as you answered, weak muscles shuddering with effort. “It’s a good day. Not great, I still feel like absolute shit, but I don’t feel like I’m actively dying anymore,”

“Well, that’s certainly an improvement,”

Your fiancé offered you a rare, genuine grin. Seeing him smile made the lie worth it.

In truth, you still felt truly terrible.

It had been almost three weeks since Mr. March had proposed, and true to his word he had been glued to your side helping you recover ever since. He helped you bathe, fed you meals, gave you medication, kept you entertained; days with him were filled with small, simple pleasures. You had never experienced anything like that attention before. Unfortunately, though, the time spent with James only seemed to help your mind, and not your body.

After close to two months of bed rest, your muscles were weak. It still took significant effort to do simple tasks like walking to the bathroom or using cutlery. Some days were better than others, but everything generally tended to end up as part of the indistinguishable haze of pain that clouded your memories lately. If nothing else, at least the fevers were less extreme.

The only light at the end of the tunnel was your wedding. It was still two weeks away, (“That’s plenty of time for you to recover fully, my dearest,” James had insisted) but once you were married that meant you could die. Oh, what a happy day that would be. There would be no more sickness, no more achy muscles, not another day of forced bed rest, just peace and quiet and plenty of sex. God, how you missed the sex…

Every day was another day closer to your peaceful end, and yet they seemed to stretch endlessly. Deep down, you worried that you might not even make it long enough to walk down the aisle alive. You shuddered at the thought. If James ended up having to carry you down the aisle you might just die of embarrassment before he had the chance to kill you.

“I can’t believe you killed someone without me,” You huffed, reaching out your shaking arms and inviting James to lay with you. He happily obliged.

“Would you have preferred me to let him live?” James pulled your torso gently onto his chest, letting you rest against him.

“No, but you could have at least let me watch. I’ve been stuck in here for weeks, James. I get bored,”

He ran a hand through your hair. “Perhaps next time darling, but hopefully, you will be well enough to join me before our next victim walks through the door,”

“Who was it this time?”

“A florist. Liz invited him to bring over a few samples before hiring him to do arrangements for the wedding, but they were atrocious. You should have seen them, my love, they were simply grotesque, not to mention that the color schemes didn’t even slightly match the carpets in the entrance hall. Who puts pink and yellow tulips in a wedding arrangement at a hall filled with reds and oranges?”

You gave a soft hum. “Were they all really that bad?”

“Well… perhaps I was a bit harsh, but can you truly blame me? I want our wedding day to be perfect. There shouldn’t be a single flower or ribbon out of place,” He emphasized his question by gently squeezing you to his chest.

“Is it really that important?”

James went still. “What do you mean by that, dearest?”

A sigh pushed through your lips, your chest aching from the effort. “I just don’t understand why we have to wait for this perfect wedding when we could just get married now. I’m not saying I wouldn’t enjoy a big ceremony, I’m sure it would be wonderful, but I’m just so tired James. Why does it matter if we say our vows in front of other people? There’s not gonna be anything legally or religiously binding between us anyway. Getting married to you, in my mind, is just promising to be by your side forever, so why does anything else matter besides you and me?”

Looking up, you noticed that Mr. March seemed to be deep in thought, lips pressed into a line as his thin eyebrows furrowed together. Your heart sank. Did a wedding ceremony really mean that much to him? In an instant guilt began to flood your stomach. You were really ruining a special moment in his life to die faster? Hell, did he even really want you to die? He had always relished in your warmth, enthralled by the thudding of your weak, living heart. Of course, he would hate you for rushing into marriage just to throw your life away. Or maybe he was stalling because it would be too much for him to kill you himself…

“James-” you placated, lifting a hand to his face, but he quickly snapped out of his thoughtful haze.

He gazed down at you with love in his eyes and a wicked grin on his lips. “You’re right! We shall be married this afternoon!”

A jolt of shock ran down your spine.

“What?”

“As you said, our wedding is a binding of souls, my darling! Our love is sacred, withstanding time and mortality, so who are we to bend to the rules of the common man? If an intimate ceremony for two is what you desire, I shall not deny you,” In one smooth motion, James rolled on top of you, arms boxing you in as he loomed above. He looked absolutely unhinged, eyes glinting wildly in the yellow lamplight.

You knew then that there would never be anyone else. No one could compare to James, your James. He would devour you whole and you would thank him all the while. With a sudden burst of energy, you reached up and pulled him into a scorching kiss.

It was sloppy, all battling tongues and clashing teeth, nothing like the soft pressing of lips that you had been sharing lately. How had you gone almost two months without this? Your heart felt like it was about to burst right out of your chest. As James bit down hard on your lower lip, you pulled fistfuls of his pinstripe suit into your hands.

After a few more seconds of desperate, breathless kissing James pulled away. You panted for air below him. “Why’d you stop?”

To your dismay, he climbed off of you. His hard-on was fully visible through his thin dress pants as he stood. “As much as I would love to ravage you now, dearest, I believe we have vows to exchange,”

“Can’t we just do them in bed? I want you now,”

He chuckled at your whining. “I may be willing to compromise on many things, but this is not one of them,”

“Please, Mr. March,” Your words were loaded, innocent doe eyes boring into his very soul, “for me?”

You could tell it was a difficult decision, but James stood strong. “I can’t say you haven’t thoroughly tempted me, but I’m afraid not darling,” he said firmly, “Forgive me?”

With a sigh, you nodded. “Of course,”

The instant you gave in, he beamed. “Splendid! Now, it’s a shame that we don’t have your dress, but I believe I have given you several gowns that would serve nicely,”

“You’re not gonna let me get married in my pajamas?”

“Would you prefer that to wearing a dress?”

The genuine concern in James’ voice was enough to make you fold. The things his voice did to you….

“Darling,” you groaned, fighting your weak muscles as you pulled yourself to the edge of the bed, “look in the closet. There should be a black zip-up garment bag in there,”

He quirked up an eyebrow.

“Just do it,”

“As my bride commands,” James rushed to the closet, thumbing through gowns. By the time he found it you were on your feet, leaning on a nearby wall for support. “This one, darling?” he asked, pulling it from the rack.

You grinned. “That’s the one. Open it up for me?”

James undid the zip quickly. Once he saw the contents, he gaped. “You know it’s bad luck for the groom to see the dress before the wedding,”

Slowly, you made your way to James and hugged him from behind. “Well, it’s a good thing the wedding is happening now... can you help me get the dress on?”

He happily obliged.

In less than 15 minutes you were laced into your wedding dress and sitting at your vanity. James was by the phonograph looking at records while you finished pinning up your hair. It was finally time.

“What would you like me to play, darling? We don’t have the wedding march, but there are some decent options. Let’s see… The Swan? You always have loved Saint-Saëns. Or perhaps Songe d’Automne?” James asked. He had been strangely lenient; bending to your will on the wedding, letting you pick the music, allowing you to tease him with no repercussions. You shrugged it off.

“You would really play the song that played as the Titanic sank at our wedding?”

“I find it strangely fitting,”

With a soft laugh, you put the last pin in place and turned to your groom. “And so it is. I’ll compromise. We have Mon Coeur S’Ouvre A Ta Voix, don’t we? You’ll get your morbidity while I get my romance,”

“That sounds delightful, my dear. Good choice,”

James found the correct record and set it on the phonograph, placing the needle and cranking the arm with a well-practiced hand. Then, as the music began to play, he stood. It was like he was devouring you with his eyes, drinking in every detail of you as he approached. He offered you his hands. “Shall we begin, my darling?”

You joined him in the center of the room without hesitation, taking his offering with a smile, “I think we shall,”

“I admit,” James said, voice sweet and low, “that I am well out of my depth here, but before we begin may I say that you, as you are now, are more beautiful than I’ve ever seen you?”

Your face flushed. “What’s gotten into you, James? Are you getting soft on me?”

“We can only hope not, I have a reputation to uphold you know! I just can’t help but think…” his sentence drifted off as his gaze fell on yours, “I am a hard man, one of custom and habit. My life has been filled with monotony for as long as I have lived. Even killing has become commonplace for me. Things do not phase me the same way they phase you, darling, in all of your softness and perfection. I wonder if this is what will truly make you happy,”

“James!” you dropped his hands in order to cup his face, “I love you. I want to be with you. What would make you think I’m unhappy here?”

He covered your small fingers with his own, voice wistful. “I love you too, Y/N. Don’t misunderstand me, this wedding brings me more joy than you know. I simply wish to say that you will only get married once and I want it to be exactly to your liking. I have been engaged thrice and married once before, all of the pomp and circumstance is old news to me. For you, though, in all your youth…”

In a rare moment of openness, James bared himself to you. It was only right for you to do the same.

“I have never been more sure of myself than in this moment,” you whispered, leaning to let your forehead rest against his, “You are enough. I don’t need guests, or flower arrangements, or a cake to know I love you and I want to spend the rest of eternity at your side. You’re right, I’m young and I’ve made a lot of dumb choices in my life, but loving you isn’t one of them. Take me, James, make me yours. This is where I belong”

As you spoke, you felt him relax against you.

“Well, you’ve certainly convinced me,” he murmured before pulling back and bringing your hands to his still, unbeating heart, “now, on with the show… my queen, the woman who has tamed my heart, you are the only one of your kind. No one else could move me the way you do. The moment I saw you walk into my hotel I knew that you would be mine, but I had no clue of the things you would do to my heart. You have changed me, mind, body, and soul. I can only hope that I’ve changed you in similar ways,”

While he was speaking, it suddenly hit you that this was it. Usually, brides had months of build-up to their weddings, filled with cake tastings and dress fittings and family and friends. You, though, had had only a few weeks to prepare, most of which were spent on strict bedrest while James took care of the planning. Even then, you had disregarded the plans. Tears of joy began to roll down your cheeks. Nothing had ever felt so right in your whole life.

“Oh darling, don’t cry,” he cooed, wiping your tears away with the pad of his thumb.

“I’m just so happy!”

“And you shall continue to be happy. As long as you remain by my side, you will want for nothing! I shall be with you in sickness and in health, through life and through death,” Suddenly, his voice lowered to almost a whisper. “You, Y/N, have captivated me. I wish to never be without you again,”

“You never will be,”

James smiled, squeezing your hands. In an instant, you realized it was your turn. You hadn’t given much thought as to what you would say, but as you gazed into his dark, hopeful, hungry eyes the words came to you as clear as day.

“James Patrick March,” you said, “I have never met anyone quite like you. When I first saw you, I had nothing. I was destitute. The Hotel Cortez was my last hope in life, but then, I spoke to you in the Blue Parrot Lounge and I suddenly knew exactly what my purpose in life was. Somehow, someway, I realized that I had been made to find you. You’ve given me so much, James. You showed me that life was worth living. I can’t think of a future for me that doesn’t include you. From this moment on, once I’m finally Mrs. March, we can finally be what we were made to be… one heart, one mind, one soul. I’ll never let you go. Marry me, James? Stay here with me until the world ceases to turn?”

“I will, darling. I do,” while he spoke, he reached into his pocket. “I had hoped that this ring would be sitting on your finger sooner. It belongs to the woman of the house, the holder of my heart… you, my dearest Mrs. March. Please say you love me, and that you’ll stay with me until nothing of this world remains?

You responded with a grin. “I love you, James… I do,”

Slowly, he slid the ring onto your finger. It was the first time you’d actually seen it up close, and it was more stunning than you remembered. A large, square-cut diamond sat on a bed of smaller rubies, and it was all held together by a delicate silver band that fit your finger perfectly. The red stones were a new addition. Had James had the ring altered just for you? You were about to ask when you caught his gaze.

“May I kiss the bride now, my darling?”

Instead of responding, you surged up and kissed him yourself. It was like none of the kisses you had ever shared before.

There was a passion to it, but it wasn’t desperate. It was more of a low, roiling thing, a time-bomb ticking down to explode. In seconds James’ cool hand had found its way into your hair, pulling you closer and messing up the pinned curls you had put in earlier. You found you didn’t quite care.

Your limbs were beginning to feel weak as you ran out of air, and you couldn’t tell if it was because of your long-forgotten illness or if it was just the power James held over you. Part of you didn’t care anymore. As you pulled back for air, your husband reached around to the lacing at the back of your dress and began to pull at it, earning a few giggles as he loosened it enough that it fell from your body, leaving you almost bare in front of him.

“How I’ve craved you, my lovely wife,” he growled, palming your breasts through your bra, “it’s been far too long,”

His touch felt electric against your thin, soft skin. “Please, Mr. March, more,” You pressed yourself against your husband, feeling how your words affected him. He was rock hard. Something about that satisfied an ache in your heart. Even with you sick and weak, he needed you as much as you needed him.

In a swift movement, he scooped you up and carried you to the bed, setting you down gently before settling himself between your legs. You whimpered as he sucked a deep bruise into your neck. He was an expert with his tongue, licking and sucking the skin like a man starved. It felt delightful, but you couldn’t help but think about how it would feel elsewhere.

As if he could read your mind, James grinned.

“All in good time, you little minx,”

Ever impatient, you fisted a hand into his hair in an attempt to get him to move lower. He stayed put.

“Does my lovely wife want something from me?”

You groaned as he wrapped his teeth around your bra strap and tugged before letting go, the elastic snapping against your already sweat-slick skin. “James, please,”

“Ah, ah, ah! Use your words, dearest. What do you want?”

His tutting made you flush from your cheeks to your chest. There was only one way to get what you wanted, and you knew exactly how to do it. With as much innocence as you could muster in your debauched state, you whispered, “Please sir, will you eat my pussy?”

James couldn’t hold back as he snapped his hips against the sheets. “That’s it darling! How could I say no to such a polite request?”

You released a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. In a blink, your husband was undoing your bra and pulling it off, working his sinful mouth down to your breasts. His teeth grazed your nipple, drawing a high-pitched whine from your throat as your back arched, pushing you up towards his touch. It was like your body was a live wire. Every nerve was alive, buzzing at the slightest touch. Still, it wasn’t enough.

Thankfully, he was quick to move once again. He left a trail of gentle, sloppy kisses down your ribs and stomach before arriving at his desired destination. His hot breath against your soaked panties fanned the flames of arousal building within you. Once again, you whined.

Your husband had always loved eating you out. He never seemed happier than when he was buried between your thighs with his tongue buried between your folds, and once again he was faced with his favorite activity. The hungry look in his eye told you that he wanted it as much as you did.

“It’s a shame I didn’t get to remove your garter in front of the hotel. I would have so enjoyed showing them all just how lucky of a man I am. Perhaps it’s a blessing in disguise though… I do hate to share” he murmured, pressing a few torturous kisses to the hot skin of your inner thighs as he skimmed your panties with his fingers, “I suppose these will have to do,” Then, in a sudden movement, he was dragging them down your legs by the lace with his teeth. Once they were removed, he tossed them aside to be collected later. The way he looked at your wetness was reverent. It only made you wetter.

“What do we have here,” he muttered, letting the tip of his nose just barely brush your core, “what could possibly be making you this wet, my darling?”

His taunting was, surprisingly, less severe than usual. On any normal day, it would have taken a good 10 minutes for him to be anywhere near your heat, but you could tell he was obliging your whims as a treat. It was a special occasion, after all.

“You,” you groaned lowly as his breath ghosted over your pussy.

“That’s right, my dear heart, me,”

In an instant James had buried himself in your lower lips, suckling your clit with vigor as your hips bucked to meet him. For once, he let you chase your pleasure with reckless abandon. It had been months since your last proper orgasm, so you were extra sensitive as he licked long stripes up your slit. Soon enough you were keening as you teetered on the edge of pleasure.

“James- James, please!” you shouted as he finally worked a finger into your tight, wet hole, his tongue lazily circling your clit as he gazed into your eyes across the planes of your body.

He pulled off momentarily, making you groan. “Please what, dearest?”

“I wanna cum! Please- OH!”

His lips were back on your clit instantly, his eyes smiling as he pumped in and out of you with his fingers and sucked with reckless abandon. Every muscle in your body felt poised for action, your hands gripping James’ hair at the roots with enough force that you were surprised it was still attached to his head. You tipped over the edge into pleasure the second he curled his fingers upwards, roughly pressing into your sweet spot as he hummed, his voice vibrating against you in the most heavenly way.

Your orgasm was like a wave of pure bliss rolling over you as James pleasured you through it, milking you for everything you had. Only once you stopped convulsing did he remove his mouth. Even then, he continued to fuck you gently with his fingers. “Did that feel good, my love?” he asked, rubbing circles into your still-shaking thigh with his free hand.

“Yes, James! Your mouth is perfect,” you whimpered.

He seemed to enjoy your answer because he slowly pulled his fingers from your sensitive pussy before climbing up your body and rewarding you with a passionate kiss. You enjoyed it thoroughly but suddenly became aware that he was still fully dressed. “James,” you whined against his lips, “you’re wearing far too many clothes,”

He tasted like tobacco and absinthe as he kissed you again, guiding your hands to the buttons on his suit jacket before tugging at his cravat. “Perhaps we should remedy that, darling?”

You were quick to undo each button before ripping the jacket from his body and tossing it on the ground. His dress shirt and cravat were quick to follow. He focused on undoing his pants while you relished in his bare chest, running your hands down the firm planes of flesh. “God, you’re gorgeous,” you whispered, biting down gently on his collarbone.

“No need to call me God, dearest,” he chuckled, shoving down his pants and boxers to free his leaking cock, “though I don’t oppose to it,”

He was a big man, long and thick enough that fitting all of him in was just slightly painful but more than enough to make you feel deliciously full. You drooled as you reached between your torsos to stroke him, but surprisingly James caught your wrist before you could touch him.

“I appreciate you taking my pleasure into consideration, my love, but I won’t last long as it is,” he crooned, holding your wrist to the bed with one hand as he lined himself up against your dripping heat with the other. He ran the head of his cock against your folds a few times, gathering up your wetness in the hopes that it would ease the stretch when he finally pushed in. To you, though, it was just torture, and how James did love to torture his victims.

“Please, fuck me, Mr. March,” you groaned, “I need you! It’s been so long,”

“Such a good little minx,” his voice rolled low as he smiled down at you, “using your words just like I taught you. Perhaps you deserve a reward,” Then, as he locked his hungry eyes with yours, he pushed fully into your heat.

You cried out in ecstasy the second he filled you up, your head lolling back against the headboard as he rocked in and out, letting you ride out the initial pain as he warmed you up for the main event. It wasn’t long before the sting was gone. It was replaced with a dull ache, but that was mostly overshadowed by a sweet, building fire spreading through your abdomen again as James pounded into you with reckless abandon.

Every muscle in your body felt weak, loose and slack as your husband found that spot inside you. Each thrust was a shock through your overstimulated body. It was like you were toeing the line between pain and pleasure, always an instant from falling fully into one or the other. When James picked up his speed once again, you started to lose yourself to the pleasure.

“Mr. March!” you wailed, body jolting as he released your wrist and instead used his hand to steady your thigh and hold you wide open, “ Mr. March! Oh god, please let me cum!”

Surprisingly, despite the fact that he was dead, James seemed almost as breathless as you while he purred into your ear. “Close your eyes, Y/N. Let the pleasure take you. Cum for me, Mrs. March,”

With one last sharp stroke from James, you wailed and let your orgasm overtake you. This time, though, it wasn’t a wave. Instead, it hit you directly like a ton of bricks. The feeling was heady, a high derived from the shockwaves of pleasure mixing with the sweet pain James always provided when he lost control. Distantly, you could feel your thighs covered in your wet essence as your husband gripped them and drove himself into you ceaselessly, quickly reaching his own climax.

Maybe it was that you hadn’t been satisfied so thoroughly since before you were sick, but you felt absolutely exhausted as the last remains of your release drained from your body. Perhaps you had gone too far with the enthusiasm after being on bed rest for so long… Something deep inside you felt whole, like a piece of you that had been missing all your life had finally slotted into place. You fell into a dreamless sleep as that satisfaction resonated through your thoroughly fucked-out body.

When you woke, you almost felt disconnected from time. It was like waking up from an unexpected nap that went on longer than you had intended it to. Your eyelids felt heavy, but the familiar ache in your lungs and muscles that had been your constant companion was gone, replaced with a cool, tingling numbness. You chuckled a bit to yourself. Had sex been the answer to your problems all along?

Slowly, you rolled onto your side, stretching out your arms and legs before curling up in the sheets. Five more minutes of sleep wouldn’t hurt anybody.

Unfortunately, your plans for rest were foiled as you felt the bed dip beside you.

“How do you feel, my darling?” James asked. His voice was soft. If you didn’t know him better you would have thought he sounded frightened.

You smiled, letting your eyes flutter open as you took in his face. “Surprisingly, I feel great. I don’t think I’ve felt this good for a long time,”

James smiled back at you, his brown eyes glimmering with some distant emotion. “That’s good. I’m glad you’re starting the road to recovery,”

There was something strange about your husband, you noticed as you sat up, looking around. You definitely weren’t in your own bedroom anymore. Instead, you were tucked nicely into a four-poster bed with soft, red sheets, surrounded by dark wood and art deco accents. Distantly, you touched your chest and registered that you were wearing one of James’ shirts.

“You brought me to your room?” You propped yourself up on his headboard as you took in your new surroundings, watching the golden evening sun filter in through the gap in the heavy velvet curtains.

“Our room, my sweetling,” James corrected.

You hummed thoughtfully. “I like it. I know I’ve technically been here, with Devil’s Night and our little trysts and all, but I’ve never slept in your bed before. It’s soft… nice,”

He offered you a tinny false smile, his hands fidgeting nervously with the edge of the bedspread. “I’m glad you think so, dearest. What’s mine is now yours,”

Distantly, you smelled the faintest traces of the antiseptic soap James used to rid himself of blood. You raised an eyebrow. “How long was I out?”

“Just a few hours. I took the liberty of calling Mrs. Evers to turn down your sheets while you rested,”

“You had time for a kill in just a few hours?”

“Y/N, I-”

As he spoke, you reached out to touch his fidgeting hand only to yank your fingers back to your chest. No… this was wrong.

“Y/N, please, stay calm-”

“Why are you warm?” You asked, breathing heavily, “James? Why are you warm?”

James steadied himself with a deep breath before reaching over to rub gentle circles into your thigh above the blanket.

“I… I may have taken the liberties of… Y/N, please understand that I only did what I must. You were wasting away! And a promise is a promise…. What I’m trying to say is-”

“You killed me?”

“Precisely,”

Your husband bit down on his lip, averting his gaze in the hopes of avoiding your wrath. To his surprise, though, you threw yourself into his arms, peppering his face with kisses as you laughed joyously. You were free! Free from pain and sorrow and th e endless trappings of mortality. And James was the one to free you.

“You brilliant man!” you shouted, excited giggles escaping from your lips as you squeezed his frozen body to your own, “I didn’t even notice! Oh my god, and on our wedding night too? That’s so romantic! How did you do it? Did I have a heart attack and die from the best orgasm I’ve ever had in my whole damn life? Well… existence. I’m not quite alive anymore, am I? What did you use? Did you send me down the body chute?”

As you babbled, James slowly began to function again. You truly were his perfect match. “I slit your femoral artery just as all your muscles began to contract,” he explained, reaching up a hand to cup your cheek, “and I came to my own climax as you showered me in your blood. You didn’t feel a thing,”

You happily settled yourself against James’ chest. “You’re right. If anything, it felt kinda good…” you paused, “What about my body?”

He grinned. “You’re dead now, darling, we can revisit killing you during your little deaths at any time you like. As for your body, I didn’t put you down the chute. I cleaned you up, retrieved your ring, and took you to your casket. It’ll be bricked up in a wall within the week,”

“Aw, James, you had a casket ready for me and everything!”

“I commissioned it the day we first met. After we slept together and I led you to your suite, I went right to Liz and had her make an order. I spared no expense. Dark wood, red velvet lining…”

“Mmm,” you hummed, “It’s a shame we’ll never get to christen it… unless…”

“Darling, you cannot truly be thinking what I presume you are thinking,”

You giggled, pushing James flat onto the bed. Slowly, you leaned down to whisper in his ear. “Wanna go fuck over my dead body?”

James Patrick March had never gotten hard quicker in all his 126 years of existence.

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a/n: Welp! That’s the first smut I have ever written in my entire life. I hope it wasn’t terrible! This oneshot was great practice for a future instillation of Till Forever Falls Apart, so look forward to that lol. Let me know if you liked this and what types of oneshots you’d like to see next! Also, I love comments, so feel free to comment if you feel so inclined.

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Devil Town

Risotto Nero x Reader

Warnings: none, entirely fluff. Fem!Reader

Notes: this is sort of a sequel to a fic I did awhile back which you can read here. I don't plan on this being a series, I just like the concept of scary ex-mafiosos becoming house husbands

Risotto settled into civilian life better than he thought he would.

The change wasn't easy, but it felt natural to return to the way things were before you left. When the two of you lived together, he was always the one who woke up first. He'd have coffee ready by the time you got up. You took yours with so much sugar that he'd always poke fun at you for that. The house- no matter how busy the two of you were- was always tidy. He would cook when he had the free time- and he was quite good at it, having learned from his nonna when he was much younger. It wasn't often the two of you had time off together- even back then.

Living as a civilian was something he still had to get used to. He was intimidating. No longer was that an advantage, but a roadblock in his path to settling down. The dirty stares he was used to getting, but he was no longer some faceless man working in the shadows; he was a husband, and now a father. He needed some sense of normalcy. The frequent nightmares that plagued him showed no sign of stopping. The moment he closed his eyes, your old teammates would be there. They clung to the shadows; just out of sight, but always there. You'd comfort him the best you could- you always would, and he knew that- but the wounds were still fresh to him. You had time to heal; he was only just starting.

"Leader of a hitman team" isn't exactly something you can put on a resume. "Stay at home father/house husband" only covers so many of the years he was in Passione- and by then half of the neighborhood had heard about your mysterious husband showing up one day. Risotto found work at a local market- only part time. He hadn't had a job like that since he was a teen. Stocking shelves turned into security work, as he was the most intimidating person in the store at the time. Strong-arming shoplifters was the closest he'll ever get to his old work. The extra income helped you out. You said he didn't have to pitch in- at least not until he was ready. But he did anyway. Seeing you not worried over housework or bills was worth it to him. As he fell into a routine, things got easier.

The other side of the bed is cold by the time he wakes up. Mid-morning light streams in through the window. Your phone and keys are still on the bedside table, so you must not have left yet. It isn't often he sleeps so late- if he sleeps at all. Many nights he spends his time watching your bedroom door, ready to move if something happens, while you sleep soundly right next to him. Some nights Maria will have a nightmare, and wriggle into his arms, laying there until she falls asleep. Over the past few months he's shown some improvement, but he still expects Passione's hitmen to walk through that door. While he knows you won't blame him for being gone, the guilt he feels for missing so much of her life eats away at him. Risotto never considered himself sentimental, but seeing his daughter grow up so fast changed that.

Five years never seemed like a long time until he showed up on your doorstep.

Although it's your day off, you're already dressed, holding a cup of coffee in each hand. You are nothing but familiar to him. Your edges have softened, but you have not gotten weak. The scars still remain, your actions are the same. Passione has left lesions that will never heal; habits that will never be broken.

"You let me sleep in." Risotto says. The way he looks at you with pure adoration makes affection swell in your chest. It's been years and he still looks at you the way he did when you first drunkenly confessed your love to him.

"You were up half the night reading to her," you sit on the bed next to him, "it seemed like you needed it."

He sits up, taking the cup of coffee from you. It's plain, just as he always took it. Risotto scoots closer to lean against you. It's not often he talks so much. You can barely coax more than a few words out of him at a time. Maria is the only one who can get him to talk.

He's protective of her- even more so than you. She was hardly ever out of his sight. She'd have to grow up some time. Adults were terrified of him, but kids loved asking about his eyes, and the stories behind his tattoos.

"You're leaving without me?" He asks.

You giggle and nuzzle a bit closer to him. He pulls you into his arms so you're sitting on his lap, holding onto you tight. "I'm just going for a run."

"But you hate running."

"I do." You say. "But I have a playlist specifically for this and the ability to zone out for hours at a time."

Though you can't see his face, you feel his lips curl into a smile. "Stay with me. Just a bit longer."

He clings onto you like you're going to disappear. You card your hands through his soft hair, letting him rest his head in the crook of your neck. The moment is only disrupted when Maria comes in, drumming her tiny fists on his arms until she's let up too, cradled between the two of you.

Moments like these make him wonder what she'll grow up to be. A doctor? An athlete? Would she go on to marry- and have a big family? Often you would jokingly ask if he wanted another one. He did. You really weren't joking. All of it seemed too good to be true. He wanted to give her the childhood he never had, the one that was cut short by the death of his cousin.

People like him don't get happily ever afters. His teammates would have made fun of him relentlessly for becoming such a family man. But he was no longer under the all-seeing eye of Passione; he could love the two of you without the worry that his past would catch up to him.

[bevioletskies]

the first time (ever i saw your face)

summary: On their six-month anniversary, Apollo and Klavier decide to pose a seemingly harmless question: what did they think of each other when they first met? As it turns out, the topic is a little more complicated than they originally thought.

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a/n: For @klapollo-week, day one of seven (prompt: "firsts"). All seven of my fics take place in the same continuity! However, each can be read as a stand-alone, with the exception of day seven being a sequel to day five.

This fic takes place at some distant point in time after Spirit of Justice where Apollo and Trucy have learned that they’re siblings. Mild spoiler warning for the end of Apollo Justice; warning for brief mentions of alcohol. Fic title is from the song The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face by Roberta Flack.

“...why does this look like something out of a direct-to-streaming movie adaptation of a YA novel that has a three-star average rating on Goodreads?”

“If you’re trying to say you don’t like it, baby, you could just say so.”

“No, no, I - I’m actually kinda into it. It’s like we’ve walked onto the set of a staged proposal, though if you ask me to marry you right now, I will start laughing.”

Klavier sighed. “I’m starting to think the phrase ‘romance is dead’ was invented specifically for you.” Nevertheless, he tugged gently on Apollo’s hand. “Come on, liebe, I got our favorite snacks, I queued our favorite movies...and before you ask, nein, there is no engagement ring, so stop looking at me like that.”

“I’m not...totally opposed to getting married, you know,” Apollo added as he followed Klavier. “It’s just...it’s a little early for me. This is only our six-month anniversary, after all.”

“Fair enough,” Klavier hummed, the two of them settling down in their spots. He’d learned long ago that Apollo wasn’t one for flashy, photo op-worthy dates, that he preferred more intimate, low-key settings. And so, for their six-month anniversary, Klavier had taken them to his family estate. He had cleared out the conservatory overlooking the garden of all its furniture, filling it with blankets and pillows, drapes and string lights, and a projector whose screen covered the entire back wall. It reminded Apollo of what he himself had done for their three-month anniversary - because apparently, he was that kind of person now - when he’d planned a weekend’s stay in a cozy lakeside cabin. “A conversation for another time, ja?”

“Yeah, definitely.” Apollo draped one of the blankets over his and Klavier’s laps, then lowered his head to rest on Klavier’s shoulder. Smiling, Klavier turned to briefly kiss Apollo’s temples, then reached for his laptop so he could start the movie. They spent the first fifteen or so minutes in companionable silence, sharing a bag of popcorn and a bottle of wine while they watched, until Apollo eventually spoke again. “...weird, isn’t it?”

“The movie? Not particularly,” Klavier shrugged. “If anything, I’d say the plot twist is a bit predictable.”

“No, not the movie. I mean...this.” Apollo gestured aimlessly. “You and me. Us.”

Klavier’s expression darkened somewhat. “Are you...having doubts about our relationship, Apollo?”

“Wh - no, no, not at all!” Apollo protested, sitting up. “It’s just...I guess it’s mostly weird for me. Like, if someone told me, say, a couple years ago, that I was gonna be in a relationship with you, of all people...hell, can you imagine if someone told me that on the day we met? I-I wouldn’t believe it!”

“You weren’t shy about your distaste for me, true,” Klavier agreed, his slight frown relaxing into an amused smile.

“I don’t think that’s an...entirely accurate assessment of, uh, of how I felt,” Apollo said carefully.

Now it was Klavier’s turn to straighten up, looking at him curiously. “Really?” he asked. “Then what did you think of me when we first met?”

“You first,” Apollo retorted, seemingly on instinct. He then softened. “I mean, only if you want to. I’m kinda curious.”

“I don’t mind,” Klavier reassured him, setting down his wine glass so he could squeeze Apollo’s hand. He hesitated, thinking it over. “...I expected to hate you from the very beginning, to be perfectly honest. And, for a moment there...I did.”

Apollo’s eyes widened. “Wh...what?”

“‘Disgraced Defense Attorney Dismantled By His Disciple’, I believe the headline was,” Klavier continued. He then smiled wryly. “A bit dramatic, if you ask me. But then again, I’m not a big fan of alliteration, so I might just be biased.”

“Did you really hate me?” Apollo’s shout had dropped to a mere whisper. “Because...because you didn’t wanna believe it, did you? About…what had happened. What he’d done.”

“It wasn’t all bad memories, all the time, you know.” Klavier gently released Apollo’s hand so he could brush his hair out of his eyes, though he kept his head ducked low. “We had our moments, him and I. We weren’t close, but...we weren’t estranged, either. In fact, I...I first heard your name from him, not from the papers.”

“He told you about me.” It wasn’t a question. “I guess I should’ve suspected, but I never really knew what your relationship was like...before. I mean, he never once mentioned having a brother, so I kinda assumed…”

“As everyone does,” Klavier shrugged, far too casually for Apollo’s liking. “Anyway, your question was about you and me, not me and him, ja? He told me all the usual things people have to say about you - loud, eager to please, a little bit sensitive. I didn’t think much of it at the time, other than the fact you had a strange name.”

Apollo rolled his eyes, sinking back into the cushions. “Wonderful. Fantastic. Glad to know I made a great first impression.”

“And then when the headlines came along...and Mama and Papa called…” Klavier’s face darkened once more; he cleared his throat. “I looked you up. I hadn’t bothered when I first heard your name, but I had to know. Still, I...I found almost nothing. No photos, no social accounts...nichts. Just a single line on a college graduate roster and the same articles I’d been reading before.”

“...I see.” Apollo fiddled with the ends of his blanket, just so he would have something to do with his hands. “So, when we finally met in person…”

_____

The first thing Klavier noticed was Apollo’s eyes - large, round, expressive to a fault. The color of melted chocolate, though in the sunlight, more akin to the color of honey. Those eyes of Apollo’s, curious and maybe a little bit accusatory, narrowed right at him as he arrived at the entrance of People Park. He internally winced at the sight of Apollo’s companion, who was arguing with the police officer standing guard at the scene. Despite the time that had passed since he last saw her, he could never forget Trucy Enigmar-now-Wright.

Are you working for Phoenix Wright now? Klavier wanted to ask as he approached them. Why? Don’t you know what he’s done? Don’t you see what he’s become?

“I must say I'm used to being inspected by the ladies...but this is the first time I've felt this way with a man,” he said instead, leaning forward to smile somewhat condescendingly at them. Klavier was momentarily struck by how similar they were - how their hair was the exact same shade of brown, how the dusting of freckles across their identically shaped noses matched too perfectly, how their furrowed brows and perplexed frowns were one and the same. The only difference was their eyes, hers more the color of a stormy sea. Perhaps there’s a song lyric there? Klavier mused to himself. Ach, now is not the time.

“Mr...Gavin?” Apollo said disbelievingly, his eyes now widening. His arms, previously crossed tightly against his chest, fell to his sides. The motion caught Klavier’s eye, drawing his attention to the glint of the golden bracelet sitting on Apollo’s left wrist. He wondered if there was some sort of significance to it, what with the way Apollo clutched it tightly with his right hand.

“Ah, fräulein,” Klavier continued, his eyes flickering back upwards. He wondered if she knew him, if she recognized him at all. Clearly, Apollo had no idea who he was; he wasn’t sure how to feel about that just yet. “What is a sweet morsel like you doing in such a dismal place? Can I help?”

“Yes! The police man officer fellow here won't let us in!” Trucy complained, huffing. She brandished an envelope in Klavier’s face, nearly swatting him on the nose as she did. He flinched slightly, surprised by how brazen she was. “We even have a letter of request!”

Klavier’s smile softened into one that was a little more genuine. He couldn’t help but be instantly charmed by her. “You must be exhausted, standing out here. I will take you to the scene of the crime.”

“Ooh! Really?” Trucy exclaimed, brightening. Apollo looked skeptical in comparison, his intense gaze traversing the length of Klavier’s body. Usually, he would have preened at the attention, been flattered by the obvious interest and maybe made a show of looking back, but he knew that wasn’t what Apollo was looking for. I am not him, Klavier thought fiercely. I am not the one you trusted, the one who taught you everything you know. I could never -

“By your leave, officer,” Klavier said with a nod and a wink. He barely heard the officer’s affirmation over his own thoughts. Then, he turned back to Trucy and tilted his head towards the park. “Very well. This way, fräulein.”

Trucy’s giggle was sweet, melodic, as she happily followed him through the entrance. He made a show of lifting the police tape for her to duck under, which she seemed easily amused by. Apollo, meanwhile, was left standing on the street, staring at them incredulously, before he finally seemed to register what was happening. “Hey! What about me?!” he cried. His voice gets raspier the louder he gets, Klavier couldn’t help but observe. Interesting.

Once Apollo had caught up, Klavier turned to grin at them both, teeth clenched beneath his lips. Trucy was rocking back and forth on her heels, beaming back, while Apollo had braced his hands on his hips indignantly, like he had something he wanted to say and was just waiting for the opportune moment to say it. Ach, those eyes, those hands, those freckles, Klavier thought rather stupidly. Wait - you’re not supposed to think he’s cute, Klavier, hör auf!

“On that note, enjoy your investigation,” he remarked. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the flash of a white lab coat further into the park that told him he needed to leave if he didn’t want to be reprimanded - or worse, Snackoo-ed.

“Thank you! Will we see you again?” Trucy asked, hopeful.

Klavier hesitated. Apollo still hadn’t said a thing about the obvious elephant in the room, still staring at Klavier like he was a ghost. He wanted Apollo to say something, anything, to ask questions, to start the conversation that he himself admittedly didn’t want to take responsibility for. But Apollo was clearly stunned into silence, and any courage Klavier had had when he first walked up to them moments ago was long gone.

“Ask the wind, fräulein. I'll be riding on it,” he said, shooting them one last saccharine smile. He could hear the click-click of Ema’s shoes against the cobblestone as she approached. With that, he turned and left, his chest aching in confusion.

_____

The silence was heavy, heavier than Apollo expected. Klavier had turned the movie volume down long ago, leaving them with nothing but the sound of their own quiet breaths. “Makes sense,” Apollo finally said, shooting Klavier a sympathetic smile. “To you, I...I jumped ship from one corrupt defense attorney to another. At least, that’s what it seemed like at the time, right?”

“Part of me wanted to confront you right then and there, but I didn’t want to do it. Not in front of everyone, especially not in front of her. But the other part of me...I just wanted to learn more about you. To get to know you before I decided whether it was a battle worth fighting. Whether he was worth defending.” Klavier then smiled back; now it was his turn to drop his head onto Apollo’s shoulder. “Besides, you were cute, and I’m weak.”

“‘Were’, huh?” Apollo teased, nudging him. “Well, I’m glad Trucy’s presence, your curiosity, and my cuteness apparently deterred you enough to walk away. To think, what would you have done if you didn’t think I was cute - ”

“Achtung, you’re such an arschgeige sometimes,” Klavier groaned, laughing. “Anyway...I got my answer in court soon enough. I could trust you, and he...he wasn’t worth defending. Not one bit.”

“No, not at all,” Apollo agreed. “Still, I’m...I’m sorry, Klav. Not for what I did, I mean, I-I had to, but just...how it all played out. How messy things got. Whenever we, y’know, come here to see your parents, I still see that look in their eyes. It’s that face that you make when you think no one’s looking.” He swallowed. “Mr. Wright says Trucy does that, too. Less now that she’s got me and Mom, but…well.”

“It wasn’t you, Apollo, it was me. It all started with me believing he wouldn’t lie to me.” Klavier’s laughter was bitter now. “Anyway, I’m starting to think we’re all a little too observant for our own good. None of us can ever let things go, nein?”

“We’d be horrible lawyers if we could,” Apollo chuckled, rubbing Klavier’s arm reassuringly. “But fine, fine, I’ll stop psychoanalyzing you now. It’s my turn, anyway.”

“I want to hear this,” Klavier said, snuggling closer. “Lay it on me, baby. Tell me how you fell for me in two seconds flat.”

“I’m gonna lay into you in two seconds flat if you don’t let me talk,” Apollo said dryly, elbowing him again. “I, uh, I don’t think I remember it as clearly as you do, but…”

_____

“Excuse me, coming through.”

It was a voice, a smooth, musical voice, polite but firm, that caught Apollo’s attention first. He turned in its direction, confused by how familiar it felt, how similar it sounded to another voice he knew, but with a light, lilting cadence and a strangely affected accent whose origins he couldn’t quite place.

“Ah! It’s you! Mr. Gavin!”

Apollo’s eyes widened, his heart pounding wildly in his chest, then narrowed at the sight before him. Striding towards them with a swagger in his step was a man who, as far as Apollo could tell, was supposed to be behind bars. Only, his skin was a few shades darker, his hair a shade or two lighter, and he was wearing, for reasons Apollo couldn’t fathom, eyeliner and leather and chains instead of a neatly-pressed suit and wire-rimmed glasses. Who’s THIS guy? Apollo thought, his stomach turning.

“I must say I'm used to being inspected by the ladies...but this is the first time I've felt this way with a man,” the man said, leaning in close; his smile was a little wider than Apollo would have liked. Apollo also didn’t want to think about how pretty he was, how long his eyelashes were or how smooth his skin seemed to be. This can’t be him, Apollo decided, though he was still frozen in place. He could only vaguely feel Trucy’s fingers tugging gently on his shirt sleeve. No, it can’t be - it’s not - but who -

“Mr...Gavin?” Apollo said stupidly. He felt a phantom pinch on his left wrist; he released his arms from where they were crossed so he could rub the spot where it hurt, though the moment he touched it, he realized he hadn’t been in pain at all. The man’s eyes flickered down, following his fingers in curiosity, before moving back up to continue smiling beatifically at Trucy.

“Ah, fräulein,” he said; he was practically simpering now. “What is a sweet morsel like you doing in such a dismal place? Can I help?” Apollo barely managed to refrain from rolling his eyes. Of course, he internally sighed, he’s one of those guys.

“Yes! The police man officer fellow here won't let us in!” Trucy whined, shoving the envelope in the man’s face. Apollo had to bite back a laugh at his startled expression, a contrast to his otherwise indifferent smile. “We even have a letter of request!”

“You must be exhausted, standing out here,” the man murmured sympathetically, eyes sparkling. He seemed intrigued, though Apollo couldn't blame him. He supposed he and Trucy looked like a completely mismatched pair. “I will take you to the scene of the crime.”

“Ooh! Really?” Trucy exclaimed, her entire face lighting up. Apollo tried not to smile himself; her energy was infectious. Then, the man’s words finally clicked in his mind. Wait - really?! But why would he - how can he - who is he?

“By your leave, officer,” the man ordered, winking. A pleasant shiver went down Apollo’s spine, one that he was trying his best to ignore. No good was going to come out of that train of thought, not when this man was clearly someone he needed to worry about - though in what way, he wasn’t sure yet. He seemed too generous, too open. Whether he was a police officer, a detective, or, god forbid, a prosecutor, Apollo didn’t trust him not to lead them astray, not one bit. “Very well. This way, fräulein.”

Before Apollo knew it, the man was walking away with Trucy in tow, leaving him behind. “Hey! What about me?!” he shouted, jogging after them. By the time he caught up, both of them were grinning at him amusedly, as if watching him trip over his own feet was some hysterical inside joke. Huffing, he braced his hands on his hips, ready to open his mouth and protest. The man’s gaze briefly travelled down to his hands once more. What’s that all about? Apollo wondered, confused. What’s he looking at? Is it my bracelet? It’s not that weird, is it? Wait, or can he tell that it’s -

“On that note, enjoy your investigation,” the man said, speaking a little quicker than he did before. He suddenly seemed distracted, like he couldn’t wait to get away from them.

“Thank you!” Trucy chirped, bouncing up and down on her toes. “Will we see you again?”

“Ask the wind, fräulein,” the man said, recovering. He seemed almost too focused on Trucy, like something about Apollo bothered him. Maybe he already knew who Apollo was, what Apollo had done. Was he angry? Resentful? Waiting for the right moment to strike? A shiver of a different kind tingled throughout Apollo’s body at the very thought; the phrase “kill them with kindness” was coming to mind. “I'll be riding on it.” He then left without another word, leaving Apollo to stare stupidly after him, his heartbeat in his throat.

“...who was that?” Apollo exclaimed, stunned, as if he wasn’t confused enough by everything else that was going on. His mind was racing with possibility, with anxiety that he really, really didn’t need. Before he could get into it, however, his jumbled thoughts were quickly cut off by Trucy’s surprised cry.

“Eek! Apollo, look - a c-corpse!”

_____

“...interesting,” Klavier said after a moment’s silence. “Did she really think the mannequin was a dead body?”

“Seriously, Klav?” Apollo groaned. “Surprised you didn’t fixate on the part where I thought you were pretty.”

“‘Were’?” Klavier echoed mockingly, grinning. His expression then sobered. “So...mixed feelings all around, it seems. I suppose it shouldn’t be all that shocking, though. We weren’t...total strangers, after all.”

“You practically were to me,” Apollo murmured, tangling his fingers in Klavier’s hair. Klavier leaned into his touch, his eyes fluttering closed in contentment. “At least you knew I existed, while I...he never…” He then shook his head. “Y’know, I-I’m not sure if I really wanna think about this anymore. Not if it makes us think about him.”

“It’s not one of our happiest memories, nein,” Klavier agreed, humming. “I like where we are now...where we can trust each other. There’s little I hate more than ambiguity. And not knowing how I was supposed to feel about you…”

“Sucks, right?” Apollo let out a hollow laugh. “But at least we were on the same page, in a, uh, weird way. I guess that’s always been our thing. Even when you’re driving me up the wall in court - which is all the time, so don’t even question me, I see that look on your face - we’re, y’know, generally working towards the same goal.”

Klavier’s fingers danced along the length of Apollo’s forearm, tapping out a rhythm that Apollo couldn’t quite pick out. “I’d like to think so. I was never really sure until...ach, well. You remember.”

_____

Apollo was still trembling as he exited the courtroom with Trucy by his side. She was putting on a brave face for them both, but he had a feeling that she was more torn up about what had happened than he was. He wanted to comfort her, to reassure her somehow after they’d learned the truth behind her biological father’s death, but for once, he was completely speechless.

“Polly?” Trucy’s voice was tentative. “I’m...kinda hungry.”

“I...oh.” Apollo looked at her curiously. Out of all the things he’d expected her to say, that hadn’t been one of them. “Do you wanna get something to eat? We could go to Eldoon’s if you want.”

“No, that’s okay,” Trucy reassured him. Her face then lit up. “I was actually thinking about the courthouse café! We can get cake and drinks and stuff. A little sugar goes a long way!”

Apollo smiled softly. “Sure, Trucy. Whatever you’d like.”

And so, they found themselves a small table at the courthouse café - and maybe calling it that was rather generous on Trucy’s part - with two thick slices of Swiss rolls and tall glasses of milk tea. Admittedly, Apollo still felt numb, but Trucy’s running commentary of her thoughts on the trial kept him going. “Now all we need is for Vera to wake up,” Trucy said, gripping her fork with determination. “I’m still so worried about her! What if she doesn’t - ”

“We can’t think like that, okay?” Apollo said, reaching across the table to squeeze her hand. “We gotta have hope. That’s all we can do, you know?”

“I guess,” Trucy murmured, chewing her bottom lip fretfully. She went quiet for a minute or so, poking at the last bits of her drink’s half-melted ice with her straw. “Hey, um...Daddy says he’s meeting up with a friend later today, and he wants to have dinner. And when he says ‘friend’, he usually means Mr. Edgeworth. You know, the prosecutor?”

“Yeah, I’ve definitely heard of him.” Apollo sat up a little straighter at the word ‘prosecutor’. In his stupor over the whole ordeal, he’d barely spared a thought for Klavier; he could only vaguely guess how he was doing. “What about him?”

“I was just wondering if, maybe, you’d wanna...join us?” Trucy suggested. He’d never seen her so hesitant before. “For dinner, I mean.”

“...oh.” Apollo paused. “No, uh - not today, sorry. I should really go home and sleep all of this - ” he gestured aimlessly “ - off. I feel like I need to sleep for, like, three days straight.”

“Sure, of course,” Trucy nodded, smiling faintly. “But….you’re still coming back to the agency, right? Maybe not tomorrow, but like...in a few days?”

“Yeah. Yeah, definitely,” Apollo promised, surprised by how quickly he’d responded. In all his hesitation, his doubts about law and what it was meant to be, what it could be, he was finally starting to feel like the Wright Anything Agency was where he belonged.

After they finished eating, he and Trucy parted ways after a long, much-needed hug on the courthouse steps. Apollo then went to fetch his bike from the rack adjacent to the courthouse parking lot, only to spot a familiar face lingering nearby, seemingly in no rush to leave.

“...Gavin?” Apollo said carefully.

Klavier turned sharply at the sound of Apollo’s voice. His smile was a touch too wide, his eyes suspiciously glossy. “Ah, Herr Forehead,” he greeted, ducking his head; his voice sounded trapped in his own throat. “Good show in there, as always. You never fail to impress.”

“Thanks. Hey, um - I’m surprised to see you’re still here,” Apollo commented, taking a few tentative steps closer. “Don’t you have somewhere...better to be?”

“Not really, nein.” Klavier let out a short, forced laugh. “I have paperwork to do, I’m sure. But it can wait.”

“...right.” Apollo cleared his throat awkwardly. “Thanks, by the way.”

Klavier blinked. “Entschuldigung? What for?”

“For agreeing to summon your brother, and...y’know, everything after that.” Apollo found himself oddly fascinated with a few stray pebbles on the ground, nudging them around with the toes of his loafers so he wouldn’t have to look at Klavier’s face. “Look, I-I’m not gonna pretend like I know what you, or Trucy, or Mr. Wright are going through. I’m mostly on the outside looking in, so. All I really know, if I know anything at all, is that, uh...we did the right thing. Yeah?”

“Ja.” When Apollo looked up, Klavier was also deliberately looking elsewhere, staring off into the distance at nothing in particular. He’d displayed a whirlwind of emotions back in the courtroom, but none of them were quite the same as the bitter expression he was wearing right now. “...Apollo?”

Now it was Apollo’s turn to do double-take. “Huh? Wh-what is it?”

“Danke schön. For...everything. I honestly don’t think I could’ve done...any of that on my own,” Klavier confessed, his voice thick with emotion. “And I think I...I think I’m going to take a little time away from the prosecutor’s office. Not for long, mind you. Just...I need some time off. A week, maybe two. Some distance, some perspective...it would make a world of difference, achtung.” He then turned to face Apollo directly for the first time since they started talking. He looked tired, defeated, even. His posture, his expression - Apollo felt as if he was seeing an entirely different person standing before him.

Without thinking, Apollo took the last few steps forward and closed the gap between them, wrapping his arms around Klavier and pulling him close. Klavier let out a startled noise; then, he hugged Apollo back, sinking his weight against Apollo’s, his forehead dropping to Apollo’s shoulder. His exhale was long, unsteady. “Take care of yourself, okay?” Apollo said, fingers digging into Klavier’s back, his face buried against Klavier’s bicep. “And if you ever wanna talk about it...I-I mean, I’m sure I’m not your first choice, but still. I’m, uh, I’m around.”

“Danke,” Klavier murmured, barely above a whisper. They stayed like that for a moment, maybe a moment too long, just holding each other in the middle of the courthouse parking lot for anyone and everyone to see. Klavier’s breath trembled against Apollo’s ear; Apollo half-expected his knees to give out from underneath him. Then, he slowly detached himself from Apollo’s grasp, carefully schooling his expression into something more Klavier-like, something brighter and blander, his teeth blindingly white in the mid-afternoon sun. “Anyway, I should really get going. That paperwork isn’t going to take care of itself, ja?”

“Oh, uh. Yeah, don’t I know it,” Apollo said, letting out another strained chuckle.

“Until next time, then,” Klavier said smoothly, winking. “Auf Wiedersehen, Herr Forehead.” He didn’t wait for Apollo’s send-off, instead turning and heading over to his motorcycle, humming and twirling his keychain expertly between his practiced fingers. Apollo watched him peel out of the parking lot, silently wondering if he’d said all he wanted - no, needed - to say.

_____

“Of course I remember.” Apollo held Klavier just a little bit tighter. “But, y’know, again - not our best moment. Not by a long shot.”

Klavier lifted his head from Apollo’s shoulder so he could kiss him briefly, gently. Apollo smiled against Klavier’s lips, cupping his jaw so he could bring him closer. “But I’d still say our first kiss is more of a memory worth reminiscing over. Wouldn’t you agree, liebe?”

“It was a little dramatic for my taste,” Apollo teased, pulling back so he could affectionately nudge his nose against Klavier’s cheek, his fingers lightly pressed into Klavier’s sides. “But you’re into that sort of thing, so I’ll give it a pass. Still, let’s just agree not to cry all over each other ever again, okay? It was honestly kinda gross. And wet. And not in a fun way.”

“You’re saying you won’t cry when I propose?” Klavier asked, pouting exaggeratedly. “Because ach, I know I will.”

“Who says you’re proposing?” Apollo retorted, grinning as he prodded Klavier in the chest. “What if I get there first? What if, while you’re getting down on one knee, I just whip a ring box out of my pocket - ”

“Then I really will lose my scheisse,” Klavier murmured, his lips ghosting across Apollo’s skin. “I’m going to hold you to it, baby.”

“Can’t guarantee it’ll happen, but I’m definitely gonna try,” Apollo said, turning his head to capture Klavier’s lips once more. The two of them exchanged slow, lazy kisses for a few minutes, fingers loosely tangled in each other’s hair. In the background, the movie continued on, long forgotten; not that it mattered, seeing as they’d watched it together many times before.

Eventually, Klavier carefully detangled himself from Apollo. He passed him his wine glass, still half-full, then reached for his own and lifted it above his head. “To making new memories, ja?”

“Are we really cheers-ing ourselves? That’s pretty self-serving, literally,” Apollo said dubiously, though he still raised his glass all the same, amused by Klavier’s dramatics. “But hell, why not? To new memories that don’t involve us crying, sneezing, yelling - ”

“You make us sound like absolute disasters, achtung,” Klavier protested, chuckling. “We’re not that bad, are we?”

Apollo took a sip of his drink, then leaned in close, so close that his nose brushed against Klavier’s, his wine-stained, kiss-bitten lips stretched into a fond grin. “Nah. I think we’re doing just fine.”

_____

a/n: Welcome to my first entry for Klapollo Week 2021! I've never participated in any fandom challenges/events before, so I'm super excited to see how this goes. My plan is a little overambitious, with all seven fics set in the same continuity, but in a different order. For example, this fic is actually the last, chronologically speaking, while day seven's fic is set in the middle. If you're wondering why they were crying during their first kiss, you'll have to wait until then 😉

Don't worry about any of that, though, you don't need to read the others to follow along! Day seven is technically a sequel to day five, but it can be read as a stand-alone, though I think it packs more punch if you read it after day five. They're also the longest; every other fic averages out to about four to five thousand words, whereas five and seven are over ten thousand words each. Brevity is the soul of wit? Not in my Google Docs, I am wordy as hell.

Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed! Likes and reblogs would be much appreciated. Hoping you're all safe and healthy and doing well ❤️

[americasass81]

Because You Loved Me

Warnings:- Mentions of Surgery, Mental and Emotional Exhaustion, Very Brief Mention of Drugging, Fluff, M & F Smut (more implied than outright described).  Do not read if any of these warnings are upsetting.  Feedback is welcomed.

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Synopsis:- Feeling low from the grind of daily life, your man tries his best to bring a little light back to your life.

A/N:- Though not a sequel, in my mind this can take place in the same AU as my other Brock fic, Peeling Back The Layers.  Yet both can be read independently of each other.  Written with @saiyanprincessswanie in mind but at the same time it is still a pretty generic pile of fluff.  Hope you like Missy.

Word Count:- 3,165

You were exhausted . . . mentally, emotionally, physically.  You ached deep down in places you never knew you could and the more you thought about it, the more exhausted you became.  As the night's respite gave way to morning's light, your first thought always seemed to be 'how do I face another day?'  Yet somehow you always found a way.  Despite the knocks life kept sending your way and the weariness weighing down your soul, you were at heart a positive person and was determined to embrace the good things in life no matter how hard that may be.

With that thought in your head, you dragged your feet out of bed and making your way to the bathroom, used the facilities and showered under the warm, refreshing water before returning to your bedroom to get ready for the day ahead.  Heading to the kitchen to make a quick breakfast you ate in silence as you waited for Brock to show up.  Thinking back on the almost six months since that fateful day he came to your rescue, it had been one adventure after another.

Despite all your health issues and the unpleasant grind of daily life, this gruff looking man had become a balm for your slowly fracturing soul.  Taking you places you never thought you'd see, while telling you he loved you every chance he got, you still wondered what you had done in this life or any other to deserve him.

Finishing up your food, you deposited the bowl in the sink and thought about what you might do for the day, but found you couldn't really find the motivation.  Instead, taking the latest mystery novel you were reading, you headed out to the back garden to hopefully relax and catch up on another chapter.  Getting a few pages in however, you suddenly dropped the book in your lap as tears inexplicably cascaded down your cheeks.

Feeling lower than you had in a really long time, you were shocked to open your eyes to discover yourself nestled against a strong chest as two powerful arms wrapped around you.  "My love, why do these tears stain your beautiful cheeks?" Brock asked and you had to smile a bit at the fact that what should have sounded cheesy actually sounded sweet.  "I hate seeing you like this," he added before you could answer, "please tell me what's wrong."

Looking at the man who had come to mean so much to you in such a short space of time, you snuggled deeper into his chest as you thought about all the negative thoughts weighing on your soul.  Looking up at him eventually as he waited patiently for you to speak, you took a deep breath and thought carefully about what you wanted to say.

"I don't really know Brock, I guess I just feel like one raw, emotional nerve.  The world seems so full of needless hate, my upcoming surgery has me scared and exhausted and sometimes I don't know why you're here with me or what I even have to offer this world." you explained and it hurt him deeply that the girl who saw so much good in him and helped awaken and nurture it, was now questioning her own worth.

Taking time to dry your tears, this powerhouse of a man who never thought he would be worthy of anything waited until he was sure you had talked yourself out before speaking.  "Oh my love, please know that while your feelings are valid and you have every right to be exhausted, you are also a shining light in the darkest night."

Gazing down at you with more love than he ever thought he was capable of feeling, he bent forwards and kissed you tenderly, hoping to convey all the emotion his heart held for you.  Continuing to hold you a while longer, he soon found you fast asleep in his arms and so taking you inside, placed you lovingly on the bed before heading to the bathroom to clean up.  Looking at himself in the mirror he hoped with every fiber of his being he would be able to find his sweet, beautiful girl again and bring her home.

Returning to the bedroom to dress quickly and quietly, he placed a soft kiss against your forehead and whispered he loved you before heading to the living room to make good on his plan.  Knowing that you always put everyone before yourself and that you didn't like to put people out, he also knew that a break back in nature was just what you needed.  Arranging everything with an old friend, all he had to worry about now was moving you from a to b without you objecting.

Hearing you stirring around the bedroom some time later, he hurried in and told you that if you were feeling up to it he'd take you to your favorite restaurant, otherwise he'd happily cook for you and come up with some way to help you relax.  Looking at him like he'd suddenly grown two heads, you blurted out the question on your lips before you could stop yourself.  "Are you telling me you know how to cook?  Something other than tea and toast?"

Smirking at your cheek to cast aspersions on his cooking ability, he swiftly traversed the space between you and taking you gently in his arms, kissed you with a passion that all but took your breath away before speaking as he ran his hands along your back.  "How are you doing baby?  Did the rest help any bit?"

Sinking into his warm and loving embrace, you wondered what you had done right to end up with this loving and thoughtful man.  Sure some people still saw him as a gruff outsider, but to you he was your rock.  Someone you knew in the depths of your soul would gladly take on your suffering if it meant you got to live a life free of pain and worry.  Concerned by your non response, he moved a hand to your chin and cupping it gently, gazed into your ethereal features while he waited for you to find your voice.

"Yeah, some bit." you replied meekly, taking his hand and kissing his palm before bringing your fingers together.  "I don't know.  I just wish I could get away from it all for a while.  Somewhere the stress and worry of being me wouldn't follow.  Crazy right?"

"No baby," he said, walking both of you towards the bed before sitting down and placing you in his lap, "that's not crazy at all.  Your battery's probably running on empty.  What you need is a few days away from the world."

"Yeah right Brock and how can that happen?” you laughed, swatting him playfully on the arm.  “I have doctor's appointments out my ass and you have work commitments.  It's a nice dream, but that's all it is." you sighed, resting your head against his shoulder as he hummed some unknown song against your skin.  "By the way, did you mention something about food?" you asked suddenly and you both laughed as a very unladylike sound rumbled through your stomach.

"I did," Brock answered between snickers, "but something tells me even if I didn't, my girl needs rations."  Then releasing you and walking hand in hand to the kitchen he sat you down at the table and went about preparing a glorious meal.  Finally filling you up with wine, pasta and brownies from your favorite bakery, he coaxed you onto the couch with a good book while he began cleaning the kitchen and by the time he was finished you were once again fast asleep and he could begin implementing his plan.

Moving swiftly and stealthily around the house with the skill only someone in his previous profession could master, he packed a bag of essentials for each of you, threw them in the back seat and then lifting you gently, carried you to the car and secured you in place.  While he had thought about drugging you to make sure you slept through the drive, he knew you wouldn't appreciate that and so offered up a silent plea that you wouldn't wake until morning.  Then setting off into the night, he hoped the next few days would recharge your battery and reignite your dimming light.

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Waking up the next morning to a warm body at your back, which had become the norm since Brock Rumlow entered your life, you worried you had actually lost your mind as you opened your eyes to be greeted by a room that wasn't your own.  Further cementing your out of body experience, you pulled back the covers to reveal that you were currently wearing your favorite comfy sleepwear when your last conscious memory was falling asleep on the couch after dinner.  Looking now between your surroundings and your boyfriend, you quickly realized some major shenanigans were at play and taking a pillow, proceeded to start whacking the sleeping giant beside you.

"Brock?  Hey Brock?  RUMLOW." you eventually shouted while bringing the pillow down with as much force as you could muster.  "What the hell is going on here?" you asked as he opened his eyes and stared up at you.

"Baby, keep it down.  It's still early." he whined, reaching out to pull you down gently against his waiting body.  Kissing every available inch of skin his lips could find, he carefully and easily rolled over you, removed your shorts as he rested between your legs and proceeded to eat you out twice until you were nothing more than a blissed out mess beneath him.  Then leaving the bed to retrieve a cloth, he cleaned you up while you questioned what was to be done with the prominent bulge hidden within his boxers.

"Don't worry your pretty little head about that baby.  This trip is all about helping you unwind.  Now how about we get up, have some breakfast and I can show you around?"

Agreeing half-heartedly as your eyes still lingered on his crotch, he promised he might let you cop a feel at some point.  Laughing at his crass choice of language, having just brought you to two of the most pleasurable orgasms you could ever remember experiencing, he helped you out of bed and handed you a duffle bag before reaching for what you could only assume was his own.  Pulling open the zipper, you were both surprised but not, when you discovered a few days worth of clothes inside.  Taking out some jeans and a t-shirt you dressed in time to see Brock put away his bag and reach out his hand for yours.

Opening up the bedroom door, he explained the bathroom connected to both the bedroom and the living room, while the kitchen made up the rest of the cottage.  Allowing you out the front door while he made a start on breakfast, you discovered the cottage called Daisy Grove, was aptly named given that the cottage was indeed surrounded on either end by the most beautiful patches of wild daisies you had ever seen.

Watching the birds flying and nestling in the trees all around you, you took a few tentative steps off the porch along the scrub lined path and relished the sound of twigs and leaves underfoot as nature sang as far as you could hear.  Totally engrossed in your own world, you were unaware of a keen set of eyes now following you from the door as Brock watched you slip away into a space that brought joy to your heart and a lightness to your spirit.

Hating to drag you away from the one thing that seemed to bring you peace, you turned back sharply towards the door as Brock called your name.  "Breakfast is ready, my love.  Perhaps after we've eaten I can introduce you to the treasures awaiting you out the back door.  Running carefully back to your man, you threw yourself into his strong arms and all but squealed as he picked you up and carried you inside.

Sitting you at the table as he plated up the food, he tried to eat as best he could as you juggled between eating your own breakfast and firing any question you could think of at him.  Enjoying how invested you were in the wonderful property you currently inhabited, you having to take a sip of juice as you nearly choked was enough of a risk for the former soldier.  "Baby please, I say this with the utmost respect, but shut up." he laughed as your breathing returned to normal and you playfully stuck out your tongue at him.  "I promise I'll answer any more questions you have once we finish eating."

Nodding in agreement, the rest of breakfast was eaten in silence until Brock got up to clear the table and your questions began again.  "Where did you find this place?  How long are we staying?  What is there to do around here?"  Oh that last question he answered with a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye.

"What we're going to do here is everything and anything that calms your soul, warms your heart and makes your spirit soar.  In short, all the things you've done for me."  Smiling now as he took your hand and led you out the back, your eyes widened when you saw the river waiting before you.  Though totally unsure about the boat Brock pointed to, you placed your trust in him and was pleasantly surprised when a wonderful, relaxing day was had.

Treating you then to a wonderful dinner, the rest of the evening was spent relaxing in front of an open fire with a sappy romantic comedy before Brock carried your tired form back to bed, where allowing his cock to get reacquainted with your pussy, you once again had a gloriously peaceful sleep.

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Facing the world anew at sunrise, the next few days were everything Brock had promised and you couldn't remember when you last felt so well rested.  Feeling so carefree at this moment in your life as a result of the routine your wonderful man had set up, waking you up every morning with his mouth attached to your pussy, your days were then spent leisurely walking through the surrounding area, enjoying boating and Brock fishing on the river along with foot rubs, reading or watching various rom coms.

Then once he had you properly fed on spaghetti with wine and brownies or steak with baked potato and chocolate chip cookies after, he would ensure that one way or another your world was rocked before sleep claimed you.  You even remembered the fun that was had on your last day when Brock had tried unsuccessfully to get you to eat some of the fish the river had provided.

Telling him in no uncertain terms that you would not eat anything you had watched him kill while in the middle of baking brownies and cookies together, half an hour later as a glorious smell filled the cottage and Brock's solid shaft filled your pussy, you finally discovered the real fun that could be had baking together.

When he finally had you satisfied and removed the delicious treats out of the oven, Brock informed you he was going to do a quick sweep of the property before you left in the morning.  Snuggling into the couch with a good book, that was exactly where Brock found you an hour later when he finally returned to the cottage.  "Hey baby, you still where I left you?" Brock called out as he closed the door behind him.

Looking into the living room before you had a chance to answer, he was indeed rewarded with you stretched on the couch bathed in the glow of the firelight.  Swearing that he had never in his life seen anything so heavenly, he sauntered into your presence with a sly smirk on his face and his hands hidden behind his back.  "Hey Brock, you were gone quite a bit.  Is everything alright?"

"Everything's perfect baby.  Everything's tied up or put away as it should be, I just had to pick up something for you," and he couldn't hide the grin that graced his features as you suddenly sat up eager to see what he had for you.  "Now keep in mind it's nothing fancy, but it made me smile and think of you." he continued and with that he produced a beautifully woven circle of daisies.

Looking at him as he sat down beside you and placed it over your head, your eyes then fell on the flowers before speaking.  "It's beautiful Brock, but what is it?"

"It's a daisy chain baby.  Stronger than shackles and chains, it ties you to me forever.  Just like mine ties me to you," and with that he removed the t-shirt to reveal the chest you just now realized he had strategically kept covered since before this trip began.  The reason for this soon seared itself into your memory, when there above his heart was a tattoo of the same daisy chain you now wore, but in its center nestled your name.  Trailing his lips along your neck as they made their way towards your ear, his next words brought you to tears.  “Forgive my lips.” he whispered between pecks.  “They find joy . . . in the most unusual places.”

"Oh my god Brock, you are such a dork." you sniffled as you reached out and ran our fingers over the ink.  Kissing your lips passionately once again before resting his forehead against yours, he knew he would do whatever he had to to maintain the light once more shining in your eyes.

Still watching you play with the daisies, he quickly answered your playful statement before laying you down on the rug beside the fire.  "We both know I may be a dork my love, but I'm only your dork." he said, as he then proceeded to spend the night pulling you apart multiple times on his mouth, fingers and cock.  Thoroughly fucked and covered in sweat, cum and various parts of each other's bodies you closed your eyes and drifted off towards the approaching morning.

Rising before you once again, Brock set about loading everything back into the car before walking into the living room to wake you up.  Helping you from the rug and guiding you into the bathroom, a gloriously hot shower and Brock's skillful hands worked out all the knots sleeping on the floor had given you before breakfast filled the void in your stomach.  Then reluctantly driving away from your little retreat knowing he had to take you home so could face what lay ahead, he drew comfort from the fact that for the past few days you had once again been his beautiful north star, burning bright with the energy needed to conquer whatever your illness and life threw at you.

Tagging: @saiyanprincessswanie

[jawritter]

Dean Winchester One Shots

Happy Birthday Dean pt. 1

It’s Dean’s birthday, and you realize something about yourself you never knew before… Until now…                                

30 Minutes til Midnight (Happy Birthday Dean pt. 2!)

Sequel ot Happy Birthday Dean, will you finally tell him how you feel?

Middle of the road

Can you keep pretending your just friends, or will it all come out in the middle of the road.

Lonely as the grave

Dean struggles with his reality visiting the graveyard in his hometown of Lawrance, Kansas

The Fool

The reader comfronts Lisa, based on the song The Fool by Leanne Walmack

The Meeting

A secret releationship getts heated during a meet up

Waiting…

Waiting on your hero hunter to come home can be one of the harderst things you ever do.

Finally Yours

Alpha!Dean is in Rut, and only one Omega can help him through it!

Home

Six years ago Christmas Eve Dean made the biggest mistake of his life under influence of the Mark of Cane.

It Was Fifteen Years Ago Today

Haunted by the past tramas even Dean needs a little comfort sometimes.

I Did It Because I Love You

Dean’s been a complete and total asshole, what happenes when the reader finally has all she can take.

Happy Valenties Day Sweetheart

Dean shows the reader a little bit of his softer side….

I Kinda Like The Disease…

Your search for your demon boyfriend takes you to New Orleans during mardi grag…

Challenge Accepted..

Requested: ok so here is a request(idk if you do these)(also it’s smut) so dean talks about how good he is in the bedroom and the reader says something along the lines like “i bet you can’t make me come” Dean challenges this. In the bedroom and you know they doing the dirty or whatever. Dean edges her and edges her and just when the reader had enough of the teasing Dean finally takes her over her edge and the reader is left with the most hot shaking orgasm ever. I hope this makes sense! ❤️ur stories!!

Your Perfect

Request: the reader is always willing to go down on Dean but when Dean goes to return the favor the reader stops him and always finds an excuse. No one has ever offered to go down on her before so she’s insecure about it and doesn’t want to look weird in from of dean. i Hope this makes sense!

Curves

Requested: Can I request a Dean Winchester x plus size reader, where she really shy and dorky but believes that she really bad at sex because she is bigger? And dean shows her that she not 😊💕 I hope this make sense haha! I know this sound awkward turtle 🐢

You Deserve Better Than Me

Requested: Dean winchester x pregnant Reader. Dean feels the reader deserves better than what he can give her in his life, what will he do when he finds out that she’s expecting his baby?

Quarantine

Summery: Everyone is stuck in quarantine right now everywhere, and your stuck alone with Dean, who really needs to blow off steam… Oh what has your big mouth gotten you into now…

My Best Friend

Request: hiii i have dean x reader request! the reader and dean are friends with benefits but recently she’s just been down in the dumps and just wants some platonic affection and not sex. as the writer you can do what u want but could you add Dean playing with the readers hair? i have a weakness for it lol thanks!

Just A Dream…

Part 1

Part 2

Winchesters Fantasies 1000 follower Challenge…

Daddy’s Home

Request: Hey I know this is odd, but I really enjoy your writing and I was wondering if you could possibly do a little smutty Dean thing? Maybe using the name Lyn, and really anything is on the table, I mean, it’s Dean Winchester. (Or if you want, some daddy kink and maybe just rough stuff :o) Thank you dear!! You don’t have to if ya don’t want to, no pressure 💕💕

Like Pulling Teeth

Request: Okay, so I was just watching few recent spn episode and saw Garth episode. Which gave me an curious idea, can you write dentist reader x dean? They’re in a relationship, one day when dean eats something, it pains and reader has to look into it? and then reader says wisdom tooth extraction? Also the fear of dentist which dean already has (shown in the episode, I found it very funny) I know it’s a weird request but I also think it would be very funny🙈

Little Details…

Request: Could I maybe request a Chubby!Reader x Dean story? She’s super sweet and kind of laid back, just going along with the boys as a research partner, but she’s also super artsy and loves to draw Dean while she researches. Maybe some sweet and soft smut, oh! And maybe he plays with her hair? :) Thanks dear!! 🌻💛

Age Is Just A Number…

Request Hello :) How do feel about an age difference, post sex one-shot? Alternate universe (no hunting), consensual, not underage but quite a big age difference (like at least 10years) where Dean is like freaking out because he’s Dean and doesn’t want to destroy the girl’s life?

Mine…

Request: Could you do a one shot where the reader lives with Sam and dean they are best friends. The reader and dean have a secret relationship and dean gets jealous of the reader and Sam hanging out all day. So dean shows the reader who she belongs too in the bedroom.

Right In Front Of You…

Request: Dean x Reader. Reader is hunting with Sam and Dean, and she is constantly getting annoyed at every single thing that Dean does. And she always acts very bad with Dean with this making dean think that she hates him. And that makes mr very sad because he has feelings for her but when Dean save her sacrificing himself from a hunting gone wrong. She stars to develop feelings for him.

Jealous Of My Demons...

Requested: Dean get’s jealous of the reader’s former boyfriend Brady, who is now posses by a demon and working as a stable boy for the horseman pestilence. Who will they work this out?

Princess...

Request: Thank you for answering my question love!💕 can I request a Dean x plus size reader where she is super shy and it drives dean crazy? Fluff, smut? I’m sorry to bother you hahah and that this sounds awkward turtle 🐢 🖤😻

My Girl...

Requested: Hola! request for dean x reader: the readers current boyfriend always puts her down and one day threatens to breakup with her if she doesn’t lose weight, even though she’s not even plus sized or anything. She constantly pushes her body to the limit to lose the weight and dean notices. it ends all fluffy and protective!dean comes out and has a “talk” with the boyfriend. side note for anyone reader this: YOUR BODY IS BEAUTIFUL MAMA 💗🥺

Your Dean...

Request: Heyy! I'm sorry to be a bother. I was wondering if you can do a one shot where the reader is prone to severe panic attacks and her husband Dean is the only one who knows how to calm her down? She gets a really bad attack but Dean for some reason ain't there, and no one is able to help her but eventually he comes back and takes care of her. Sorry if this is a lot haha.

Safe. Warm. His...

Request: Are you taking requests? If so would you possibly write a one shot with Dean where the reader is in little space and just wants to cuddle and nuzzle her head in his neck and give him lots of little kisses and play with his hands? It’s just superrrr fluffy 🥺🥺🖤

One Hell Of A Thank You...

Request: Can I request a Dean Winchester x plus size reader, where the reader is really quirky and dorky and goes on a date but turns out her date is a vampire and kidnapped her and dean saves her and falls in love with her, maybe some angst, fluff and smut 💕

Voices..

Request: Can I request? Dean x reader were she has an Eating Disorder and she’s recovering but today was an off day for her and starts to go back to her old habits and Dean notices and helps her through it.

His Girl...

Request: May I request a Dean Winchester x plus size reader where the reader is very shy and she at a bar and some dirt bags are picking on her about her shortness and weight and dean stands up for her? Some smut and fluff ?? Also want to say you are a bop of a writer my love! ✨💕🥰❤️

Happily Ever After...

Request: Hey beautiful! May I request a Dean Winchester x plus size reader where the reader does all the research for the boys and she is very shy,she a huge Disney fan, one day demons get in the bunker and make fun of her and dean stand up for her and confess his love for her (smut)? And after they cuddle and watch lady and tramp? Fluff and smut you are a gem my dear! 💕

His New Toy...

Request: Hai can I request dean x reader smut with breast bondage and nipple play?? plot (if there is any) is up to you ;)

His Heaven...

Request: Heyy I love your ABO fics and I have a request for you. You can always say no to this if you’re uncomfortable. I’ll completely understand and I’m very sorry. Can you do one with Alpha!Dean x Omega!reader. Where the reader is on a supply run and she gets assaulted and tortured by a monster and when she gets back to the bunker somehow, she only allows her Alpha anywhere near her and refuses help from anyone else. Dean takes care of her and helps her heal.

Something Worth Fighting For

Request: Hi love! Your writing is amazing and I was wondering if you could do a Dean x depressed!reader? Like dean finds the reader about to jump off the roof of the bunker after reading the note she left him and sam saying goodbye. He had never suspected anything cause she hid it so well. Dean saves her and tells her his feelings for her? You can also add any details you want or anything like that! There is no rush! Thank you!

Unlikely Places

Trigger Warning: Non-Con

Request: Hi! I love your work! Can you do a ABO? One where the reader is Beta, and Dean Alpha, and she’s his true mate/soulmate, but they don’t know it, and he gets possessive and goes into almost a feral rut where he tries to claim, and it almost kills her but Sam and Rowena save her and give Dean his Omega back? You come up with the plot because you’re amazing at that!! Please! I’d be forever in your debt!

I Hurt Too

Request: hi there! I have seen loads of fics and one shots where Dean is sleeping around/having a one night stand and the reader gets jealous and upset, but I was wondering if I could request one with the other way around? or maybe one where they sleep around equally? as smutty, fluffy, or angst as you want!!

What’s Left Of Me

Summary: Who know one little woman could have turned his whole world upside down? He had done so good alone for so long. Then here you come along, and ruin everything

Elf

Summary: Maybe being stuck at home alone with Dean for Christmas isn’t so bad after all.

Save Me

Summary: It’s not always easy being the hero, especially when no one is ever there to save you.

Saving Grace

Summary:  Some things are worth fighting for, even when they think they’re not. You can either roll over and die, or you can pick yourself up off the ground and go get what you want. That’s the place Y/N now finds herself in.

Living With Regret

Summary: Death can be hard to deal with in any aspect, but when you’re in the life, it's something you deal with all to often, and carry with you until it's your turn to burn.

Happy Halloween

Summary: It’s Daddy’s favorite holiday. So what’s a good girl gonna do, but let him blow off some steam after a successful hunt?

I’ll Wait For You

Summary:  Sometimes when we’re angry, hurt, or scared we say things wrong. Say things that hurt the ones we love. When Dean takes things a step to far can you find it in your heart to forgive him?

An Alpha And His Omega

Summary:  Sometimes Alpha’s aren’t the assholes, sometimes words Omegas say things that can hurt too. 

No, Screw You Sweetheart

Summary: You HATE Dean Winchester, I mean you really, REALLY hate Dean Winchester.

30 Minutes In Heaven

Summary: Your life, like many hunters before you, was cut short. You had no idea at the time the Fates that were at play in the universe were really those of dick angles and egotistical assholes with massive god complexes. And you also had no idea that they were really the reason you lost your life, and you had no idea why… Until around 30 minutes after you made it to Heaven.

The Devil And I

Pt. 1   Pt. 2   Pt. 3

Summary: What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger, right? You survived after you thought your mate had died, but how will you survive finding out he's alive, only different.

Don’t Let It Show...

Summary: She’s had enough of him, just like every other woman always seems to, and normally, he doesn’t care, but this time...this time it hurts.

Don’t Fear The Reaper

Summary: They took him from her, her knit, her king, her Dean, “cured” him, and now she’s going to get him back, she’s going to set him free.

Scars And All

Summary:  You and Dean have a strange, mutual relationship, but that’s all it is, physical. Until an almost bar fight brings some things to light that you thought you’d never hear.

I Almost Lost You

Summary:   Sometimes, monsters aren't always monsters...sometimes they're people.

Touch Starved

Summary: Sometimes when the hunt is hard, and his mind is loud, Dean just wants to be close to someone he loves, but is to scared to say it out loud. Thankfully, she knows him better than he knows himself.

I Wanna Be Your Everything

Summary:  After a huge fight, and a week away from Dean, he’s finally decided it was okay to have the ending he’d always wanted.

One More Sunset

Summary: Dean just wants the pain to go away...

[iam93percentstardust]

Any kidfic recs where they have a lil kid but not a teenager? 🥰 Love ya!

Definitely! Kidfics tend to be very hit or miss for me since child development can be very hard to get right but the ones that I do like, i tend to positively love and frequently reread

You didn’t specify a ship so I went with Stevetony, Winteriron, and Stuckony, but I’ve separated them by ship so you can easily pick and choose which ones you want to read:

Stevetony

Of Strippers and Snow Shovels by @betheflame

Tony has some questions about what Peter's dad does for a living after Peter draws an ... interesting picture about why his dad is his hero.

Practically Perfect in Every Way by @betheflame and @hogwartstoalexandria

Tony Stark is a lot of things - billionaire, former playboy, professional philanthropist - but a few years back he added two more titles: widower and single father. As Peter keeps growing, Tony can't seem to keep a nanny. Thankfully, his employee James Barnes has a solution.

Art therapist Steve Rogers is really tired of living grant cycle to grant cycle, but is wary when he gets an opportunity from his best friend's boss to be his child's live-in caregiver. He hates Bucky's boss. But then he meets the kid and then he gets to know Tony and then...

And then they all live happily ever after.

Rockabye by @bladeofthenebula27

Cute alphas didn’t appear out of nowhere to help ruined omegas. That was a widely accepted fact.

Tony Stark had always known his life wouldn’t be easy as a genius omega in an alpha’s world. But not even he predicted getting knocked up and forced to move to a small town in the middle of nowhere.

Some things can’t be hidden by @s-horne

“What?” Peter sat up in the booth, suddenly alert. “Dad, what is it?” He followed Tony’s eyes right to a man in the doorway of the restaurant. A big, blond and young man that even Peter could admit was attractive.

“Is that him?” Peter asked. “He’s young.”

“He’s 32,” Tony argued, though he was still pale and didn’t shift his gaze.

“Have you actually seen proof of age? Because he looks young, Dad. Like not that much older than my age. Have you checked his ID? There are some good fakes out there, just warning you.”

“Will you be quiet?” Tony hissed, lifting his hand and waving to the man. “He is perfectly legal, thank you very much.”

Peter watched as the guy lit up as soon as he noticed Tony, awkwardly dodging the lunchtime crowds as he tried to make his way over to their table.

“Hi,” he said when he reached them, a beaming smile on his face. He made a motion to kiss Tony before his eyes flickered to Peter and he changed his course, pressing his lips to Tony’s cheek instead and stepping away quickly.

Adventures in Babysitting by @s-horne

Bucky babysits Peter for the first time on his own. There are cuddly toys, tears, cupcakes, and bedtime stories.

It Takes a Village (or a team of superheroes) by aven_garde

Three months after the Chitauri attack, Tony received a phone call that changed his life. (Or, the one in which a group of remarkable people come together and balance battling villains and raising a child).

In Trouble Deep by @festiveferret and @sirsapling

"Whoever did this has a reason, and Stark needs to be with someone who can protect him. He won’t exactly be able to protect himself like this.” Fury looked at the baby consideringly. “No, it’s you, Steve. Besides, he likes you. Suck it up, soldier, you’re stuck with him.”

Tony, Please by @festiveferret

Steve is doing just fine nursing a painful crush on his most captivating client. That is, until his babysitter has an emergency and drops Steve's six-year-old daughter off at his work. Somehow, everything goes off the rails.

like-like by nanasekei

Morgan doesn’t really know Captain America.

And honorable mention cause even though it’s just a pregnancy fic right now, I’m holding out hope for a sequel with a baby:

Baby’s Breath by @s-horne

Wow. Tony’s mind went blank when his eyes moved involuntarily and focused in on where Nurse Rogers was pointing something out on the computer screen. It was nothing, really. It was a blob roughly the size of a jelly bean. The picture wasn’t even clear. It was black and white and so ridiculously grainy that Tony couldn’t see clearly.

Oh. Actually, the reason he couldn’t see clearly was because of the tears in his eyes.

“Wow,” he said, voice breaking on the short words. “That’s…”

“Your baby. Right here.”

Tony fell silent again, just taking it all in. That was his baby. His child. A whole little person living inside of him, ready to grow and stretch and make his body do all kinds of weird things. Nine months of his baby inside of him and then eighteen years of them living in Tony’s house.

Somehow, it already didn’t seem like long enough. Seeing it on a screen wasn’t enough either. Tony wanted to reach out, to trace the tiny image with his fingers and try and feel what little extra he couldn’t inside of him.

After a long moment, he licked his lips. Shit. He was having a baby.

“Steve would love this,” he breathed out.

Winteriron

High Noon in Sandbridge (part of the Nights in Sandbridge series and does rely on some of the other works in the series, so make sure you read those first if you haven’t already) by @tisfan and @27dragons

Life is pretty good for Bucky and Tony these days. The restaurant is doing well, and they’re happy with their little family. Then Bucky’s sister meets an untimely end and Bucky and Tony are suddenly guardians to a niece they’ve only met a handful of times. Their attempts to make a home for the bereaved child are complicated by Tony's mother, Bucky’s ex-lover, and the man who claims to be Billie’s father. But whatever her parentage, Billie is a Barnes through and through -- stubborn and hot-tempered and not remotely interested in making a life in the one place that her mother had sworn never to return. Will she ever learn to call Dockside and Sandbridge home?

Place in Your Heart by potrix

They try to hide it, Bucky can see the effort they all put into making him more comfortable, but Bucky isn’t stupid, he knows they’d rather have him somewhere else, somewhere far away from their home, the place where they’re supposed to feel happy and safe.

The Long Way Round by potrix

“Maybe we shouldn’t see each other anymore,” Tony blurts out in a rush. “It’s—I think it’s for the best. If we stop.”

It takes a moment for the meaning of the words to register, but when it does, Bucky turns cold, stomach sinking. “Are—are you breakin’ up with me? Tony—”

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Tony hurries to reassure, reading Bucky’s mind. “You were perfect, Bucky, I swear you were. Are. This. It’s not. It’s really not you,” he says with a small, humourless chuckle, “it’s me.”

Bucky looks at the tense line of Tony’s shoulders, at the sad set of his mouth, the defeat in his eyes, and he knows it’s the truth. Or, at least, what Tony believes to be true.

 Or; sometimes, people mean well, but that doesn't always mean they know best. Bucky and Tony, unfortunately, have to learn that the hard way.

Letters to a Soldier by CityofAngels

When Peter Stark, son of the famous tattoo artist Tony Stark, signed up for a program to write letters to a soldier, he didn't know what Bucky Barnes would change in his and his father's life...

Boys Will Be Boys by NotEvenCloseToStraight

When Peter and Harley can't stop fighting at school, Dad!Tony and Dad!Bucky meet up to try and figure out a way to keep the peace between their kiddos, but end up falling for each other instead.

Stuckony

‘Til the End of the Line by Avengers_Whore

“Steeeeeve!”

“There’s the lil devil now,” Bucky murmured fondly. “Lemme see ‘im.”

Steve laughed and nodded his head, walking out of the kitchen and heading towards the bedroom. He opened the door and sighed when their omega was nowhere in sight on the bed. He made his way towards their closet and opened the door, pointing his phone at the brunet curled up in all of the clothes.

Fennel Root & Super Soldiers by @betheflame

Peter hasn't stopped crying for weeks and Tony is nearly at his whit's end. Thankfully, Steve and Bucky have a plan.

Forging Bonds by Huntress79

Just when Tony thought that his relationship with Steve and Bucky is safe and stable, he learns of a son he apparently has. How will “his” soldiers react to the sudden addition to the household?

[fancyfearful]

Moist Towelette (The sequel to a cursed BtD fic featuring Strade x Genderneutral! Reader)

(Happy Valentine’s Day. Here’s an even NASTIER fic featuring Greasy German. Once again, I’m sorry.)

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WARNING/DISCLAIMER: This fic contains detailed descriptions of gross things, and no sex scenes (Sorry Strade fuckers!). Do NOT eat while reading this. Word Count: 1,252 Story Summary: Strade finally gets a bath :) 

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After being forced to endure a new form of punishment from Strade, you had rushed off to the nearest washroom to recover. You had been in the bath for so long that your fingers and toes had started to prune, and you were likely going to be punished for increasing the water bill for your antics. But at least the dreadful aroma of an overworked Strade was finally starting to wear off, and you were so relaxed that your eyes had fluttered shut.

“Knock, knock, haustier!”

Your eyes snapped open at the sound of loud, enthusiastic knocking and your captor’s voice. And before you could even give him a response, the washroom door was already opening up to reveal an even messier Strade. He wore a shit-eating grin as he looked over your naked form, your body partially hidden beneath the bubbles in your bath.  

 "I hope you don’t mind me joining you!” the snuff-star chirped.

 You knew damn well that denying him wasn’t an option, and you could only let out a quiet sigh as the greasy German slid into the washroom, locking the door behind him. But Strade wasn’t the only thing you were trapped with; the inhuman odor he produced had somehow intensified. And you could have sworn that the air around his body was tinted green from the sheer strength of it.

 “I…I’m actually just about done! I’ll leave so you can—”

 “And waste the bathwater we already have? Nonsense!” Strade interrupted, already undoing the buttons on his shirt. Strade hummed happily while he quickly undressed, seemingly unaware of how foul his fumes were. Or maybe he knew and wanted to see how long it would take for you to crack under the pressure.

Either way, the funk cloud surrounding him was starting to make you feel dizzy but you couldn’t let it show. You did everything in your power to keep a straight face as he dropped the last stained article of his clothing onto the floor, and suddenly marched right over to the bathtub. You barely had time to move your body over before Strade plopped himself inside of the tub, water splashing over the sides of it as he pressed himself up next to you.

“Ooh, it’s so warm! The perfect temperature…” the snuff-star sighed as he draped an arm around your shoulder. You could already feel tears stinging the corners of your eyes and tried to focus on the bubbles in the bath instead, hoping that he wouldn’t notice them building up. However, looking at the water proved to be a mistake.

There was no time to hide the horrified expression on your face once you realized that the water closest to Strade was off-colored and distorted, as if some weird solution had been sitting on top of the surface. The sight instantly made you gag, and you tried to cover it up with a cough.

 “Sorry, my throat is just a little dry.” You murmur. The dizziness was getting worse.

 “Oh? Well, I know of a way we can fix that…”

 Strade slowly stands up, causing some of the tainted water to splash onto your shoulders and face. But before you can wipe it off, he suddenly guides your head towards his crotch, burying your face in his pubes. The fact that you were still conscious after coming into contact with something so musky was an absolute miracle.

 “You need a drink, and I still need a bath, so why not combine the two?” Strade said, still keeping your face pressed against him. “Cats do it all the time and they smell fine!”

           You gave him a confused look. What did that even mean?

“You know, tongue baths! The more you lick, the more droplets will add up.” He explains, patting the side of your face encouragingly. “So, you’d better get started before they start to dry up.”

             He couldn’t be serious. You hoped that this was Strade’s idea of a super sick joke, but that trademark glare of his confirmed otherwise. This time, you let the tears fall freely down your face as you hesitantly stuck out your tongue, using it circle around his dick.

           You had taken his cock in your mouth several times before, but somehow, this time was much worse. You closed your eyes tightly before cleaning over his cock and balls as fast as possible, trying to ignore the bitter and tangy taste of old cum, while Strade teasingly ground himself against you.

 “Hey now! You’re supposed to be cleaning, and if you keep that up, I’ll make another mess.” Strade huffed. “You can have that later, but right now, you’ve got work to do.”

 You nodded before tending to his inner thighs, giving them a similar treatment.  And then you moved on to his knees and his calves, all while trying not to puke on the unique combination of stale sweat, soapy bathwater, body hair, and what you assumed was crusted blood. But Strade enjoyed every moment of your suffering, watching as your eyes rolled back whenever his putrid stench threatened to knock you unconscious. However, a firm slap to the side of your face was enough to drag you back to reality.

“C’mon, haustier! You’ve still got the clean the top floor.” Strade chuckles, pointing at his chest and midsection.

You briefly considered hitting your head off the side of the bathtub to put yourself out of your misery, but knowing your luck, you’d probably remain awake. And so, you slowly stood up and leaned over to finish the job, trailing your lightly stinging tongue over Strade’s tanned, hairy flesh. The rising bile in your body slowly burned the back of your throat, and you had been silently crying for so long that your eyes were tinted red. Your lungs ached with longing for unpolluted air, and every breath through your nose was accompanied with a sharp pain while your mouth serviced his torso, scraping up droplets of water, dead skin, and the occasional strand of scraggly brown hair.

 “Ah, almost forgot about the most important place!” Strade chirped, his smile widening before he grabbed for you again.

 Your face was suddenly plunged into the crevice of an armpit, likely the main source of his foul fragrance, and a few seconds was all it took for you to start seeing stars. This was probably the closest he had ever brought you to death since deciding to keep you, and you could only hope that your body would finally answer the call.

But naturally, you were very much conscious while Strade used your face like a bathing rag, cheerfully humming while your face was ground against thick tufts of underarm hair. You weren’t sure when he had switched pits, but by the time he was totally done with you, your body collapsed into the tub with a loud splash, too stunned to move.

The only thing you were thankful that he had been ‘kind’ enough to spare you from washing his feet. Your stomach had been lucky enough to survive everything else, but you knew for sure that having to lick the dirt between his toes would have made you vomit. Your tongue felt raw, your throat burned, and you could still feel the contents of your ‘drink’ bubbling around in your guts while resting your head on the side of the tub.

Exhaustion was claiming you. Strade’s commentary was slowly fizzling out, and you couldn’t be happier to have the world around you fade away…