#he grew closer to his parents when his parents became more open-minded

[supercreig]

How people see Craig

How Craig actually is

[sunniques]

— 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞

the one where heeseung spirals into a twisted obsession after meeting his lovely stepdaughter.

➺ PAIRING: lee heeseung x female reader

➺ GENRE: stepdad au, a/b/o au, smut

➺ WORD COUNT: 9.2k

➺ CW/TW: alpha!heeseung, omega!reader, stepcest, infidelity, age gap, obsession, possessiveness, grinding, begging, spanking, spitting, fingering, biting, daddy kink, breeding kink, size kink, hand job, pussy slaps, oral sex (f), squirting, unprotected sex, multiple creampies, knotting

NOTE: don’t like, don’t read.

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Heeseung has always had obsessive tendencies.

Ever since he was a kid, he would fixate on something (or someone) until it became his or until he grew sick of it. His parents had brushed it off as a normal alpha disposition. They claimed he was territorial like any other alpha, so there was nothing to really worry about. Even back then, Heeseung knew that obsessive was a better word to describe him. Either way, because of this enabling, he never tried to correct his behavior despite knowing it wasn’t entirely normal.

As the years passed, Heeseung was able to control himself better (for the most part). After college, nothing really grabbed his attention the way it used to, and he mistakenly thought it was because he had finally grown out of his obsessive tendencies.

That undesirable part of him lay dormant for so long that he was able to lead a normal life. He even found a nice beta to settle down with. She was older than him and willing to placate him in every way. Even though Heeseung didn’t love her, she gave her entire heart to him. His selfishness allowed him to accept everything she was willing to give him, and he never once felt bad about it. After all, his wife wanted nothing more than to support him and make him a better man. Which she sort of did. At some point, Heeseung was convinced that he was slowly shedding the obsessive part of his personality completely thanks to his wife.

That illusion shattered the moment he met his wife’s daughter.

Heeseung always knew his wife had a daughter that was in college because she told him about you on their second date. Honestly, he’d put the information in the back of his mind because his wife made it clear that you had your own life and weren’t all that interested in hers. According to her, you deviated from the typical omega because you weren’t affectionate or clingy. She made the offhand comment that your unnatural disposition is the reason you haven’t gone through your first heat despite being well past the age for it.

Even though he thought that was beyond strange, he didn’t care enough to ask more. After all, he would probably only ever see you a few times a year.

It’s a hot summer day when Heeseung meets you. His wife isn’t all that thrilled about you coming over, but apparently you need to get something from her that can’t wait for another time. There are no secrets in his marriage, but for the first time ever, his loving wife refuses to tell him what it is that you need so badly.

Heeseung comes downstairs when he hears his wife open the door. Her greeting is unenthusiastic, and he manages to catch the tail end of an awkward hug. At first he thinks it’s because of your supposed aversion to affection, but when he watches his wife shove a small bag in your hands like it’s some big inconvenience, he thinks maybe you’re not the problem.

Once he gets closer, he’s hit with an unnaturally sweet scent at full force. It’s mouth-watering and dizzying in the best way. The beast inside him wants nothing more than to bury its nose in the source and never come up for air.

“Honey!” His wife exclaims as she leads you to the living room. “Come here. I want you to meet someone.”

The second he lays his eyes on you—a pretty college girl that has yet to go through her first heat—he’s unable to control the familiar dark feeling building in his chest. His pulse starts to race, and right then he realizes that his wife hadn’t helped him break his obsessive streak at all.

Your alluring eyes and bashful smile are completely entrancing. They radiate an intense beauty he didn’t believe existed in this world. Somehow, Heeseung is able to hide the dark desire consuming him as he introduces himself. Your voice is soft and gentle when you say your name as if you’re still wary of him. He finds it adorable, and so damn tempting. Already, his cock is twitching and coming alive.

“Why didn’t your little boyfriend come with you?” Your mom’s voice yanks Heeseung out of his trance.

A sickening feeling pinches his gut. Boyfriend?

“Jake and I aren’t together anymore, mom.” You say it so indifferently that Heeseung has to hold back a sigh of relief. “I told you that last time we talked.”

Not that you having a boyfriend would have posed too much of a problem, but it definitely would’ve made things more difficult for him.

“Are you staying for dinner, Y/N?” Heeseung wonders, hoping you’ll say yes.

You tilt your head slightly, eyes shifting beside him to exchange a look with your mom. Whatever you see on her face makes you shake your head. Your pretty lips pull down slightly in genuine regret. “No—Sorry. Maybe next time.”

Heeseung resists the urge to shake off his wife’s touch when her hands snake around his arm. He can feel her smile against his bicep. It’s revolting and puzzling. Why wouldn’t she want her own daughter around?

“That’s okay, sweetie. We’ll have dinner some other time whenever you’re free.”

She sounds smug, but you don’t offer her any reaction. All you do is politely say your goodbyes before hastily leaving the house.

If Heeseung were any other man, he would’ve been happy to have his wife all to himself again. However, all he can think of is you now. His hidden stepdaughter who evoked emotions from him that are intense enough to fuel the sprouting of an obsession.

“Classes start soon,” Heeseung mentions casually the next morning. “Does Y/N usually stay on campus?”

The sour look on his wife’s face is quickly masked when she takes a sip of her coffee. “She started living with that Jake boy after she graduated high school. He has an apartment near the university.”

Heeseung tries not to sneer at the mention of the boy who had clearly been an important part of your life. “It didn’t bother you that she ran off to live with some boy so soon after finishing school?”

His wife scoffs. “She was already an adult when she decided to live with him. It’s not like I could stop her.”

More like she didn’t want to.

“Invite her to stay with us.”

The words are casual and could be seen as considerate to anyone who didn’t know of the dark intentions looming in Heeseung’s mind. His wife almost chokes on her drink when she hears his suggestion. Her eyes widened the slightest bit. An unsettling amount of rage swims in her irises as his suggestion sinks in. It’s gone within a few seconds, but he caught it.

“Honey,” her voice is tight. “That’s very nice of you, but I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not?” Heeseung challenges, raising an eyebrow at the fumbling woman.

“I– She—She probably won’t want to,” his wife clears her throat to cover up how flustered she feels. “I’m sure she already made plans to stay with one of her friends instead.”

“Call her.” It’s not a suggestion anymore. “Tell her to come stay with us.”

And that’s the moment his obsession began to spiral out of control.

It’s obvious that your mother isn’t thrilled about having you around, but Heeseung feels the exact opposite. Unlike his wife’s malicious description of you, you’re so unbearably sweet and polite to him that he can’t help but be completely endeared by you. He’s not sure if it’s his natural instinct or the inappropriate feelings he has, but he basks in the emotions you evoke from the depths of his heart.

You’re a sweet girl through and through, always offering to help around the house, or keeping him company when your mom’s working late. Heeseung can tell you genuinely like to help him and spend time with him which makes him all the more crazy for you.

This is incomparable to how he feels when he realizes how comfortable you’ve gotten around him. When Heeseung told you to treat his home as your own, you took him up on the offer (much to his pleasure). You sometimes walk around in a tiny nightie that barely covers anything or tiny sleep shorts and a thin tank top that does nothing to hide the fact that you aren’t wearing a bra.

“Good night, Hee,” you’d call from the door sweetly, leaning against the doorframe with an alluring smile.

His cock would spring awake, loving how you slowly started to use cute little nicknames for him. Heeseung can tell it bothers his wife. Her face twists the tiniest bit any time she hears you call him Hee. Not that he cares. In fact, he was quick to put her in her place when she scolded you for not calling him Mr. Lee. Much to her displeasure, Heeseung made it clear to both of you that you can call him whatever you want.

Making his wife upset was the last thing he cared about because nothing was more important than you and your happiness.

Heeseung usually doesn’t get up so early, but ever since he’s gotten used to sleeping next to his wife, he always notices when she’s not in bed next to him. He looks at his phone to see that it’s four in the morning. Just before sleep can claim him again, he hears faint voices. Even through the sleepy haze, he can tell it’s an unfriendly conversation.

Immediately, his mind goes to you. The thought that something might be happening to you or upsetting you has him springing out of bed. He speedwalks down the hall to your room. You have the second biggest one in the house not only because he wanted you to have the best, but because he wanted you close to him.

“—being serious. Don’t bother Heeseung while I’m away.” His wife’s harsh voice makes his stomach turn unpleasantly. “He’s a busy man, and I don’t want you getting on his nerves.”

“I won’t, mom.” You sound tired.

“Good,” she snaps. “And be grateful that he’s letting you stay here for free. Remember he can change his mind any time.”

Never.

“I know that,” you sound so down that Heeseung wants to gather you in his arms and reassure you that he’d never do something despicable like that. “I won’t get in his way”

“You better not,” your mom hisses. “I mean it, Y/N. We better not get back to find the house smelling like all your little friends.”

Now Heeseung wishes his business trip didn’t fall at the same time as your mother’s. She wouldn’t be berating you so much if he was staying behind. It’s especially infuriating because he explicitly told you it was okay to have friends over, just no boys. You laughed sweetly and promised him just that there would be no one over at all. It made him a bit sad because he didn’t want you being overly cautious.

“I’m not that irresponsible, mom. Like, I’m obviously not going to bring random people to a house that’s not mine.”

That feels like a punch to the gut. Heeseung had worked so hard to make you feel like this was your home, and it pisses him off that your mom is destroying all that work. Never in a million years would he have thought that his biggest obstacle in making you see this house as your own would be your own mother.

“Good. Also, don’t go into my room while I’m gone. I don’t need it smelling like you—”

Heeseung has to walk away. He can’t stand listening to his wife anymore. It makes him sick to his stomach to think that this is what you used to put up with all the time. No wonder you ran off to live with your ex as soon as you were able to.

His wife leaves in a few hours for the airport, and he decides right then and there that he’s going to show you the love you deserve.

Later that morning, Heeseung goes down to the living room to wait for you to wake up. He plans to spend the day with you and make sure you know that he doesn’t mind having you around. Luckily for him, he doesn’t have to wait long. You come downstairs shortly after in a pair of sweats and a large shirt, looking unbelievably cute. 

“Good morning, Hee,” you say with a sleepy smile.

“Morning,” he says in a strained voice. It takes everything in him not to call you a cute pet name like he desperately wants to. “Come watch TV with me.”

Heeseung pats the spot next to him with a pretty smile that makes your heart jerk. You can’t deny that the invitation excites you. And so, in spite of the nerves you feel, you go sit by him.

“I’m happy we can spend some time together,” Heeseung hums as he leans back against the cushions, stretching an arm over the back of the couch. “Come here.”

You’re such a good girl that you don’t hesitate to snuggle up under his arm. Heeseung feels completely alive when you make yourself comfortable against him. This is what his life should constantly be like. He drapes his arm across your shoulders and squeezes you against him. Heeseung can’t resist the temptation and presses a gentle kiss on the side of your head. You whimper softly when you feel his lips graze your ear.

Heeseung smirks into your hair and presses another gentle kiss to the tip of your ear. His cock twitches when he sees you press your thighs together but make no attempt to move away. He lets out a pleased hum and starts to press more kisses on the side of your head. Eventually, those sweet pecks start to trail down your neck. Now you can’t hold back your soft sighs of pleasure.

“You feel good, baby?” He wonders against your skin before he starts to bite and suck on it.

You tilt your head to give him more access. “Y-Yeah.”

It’s wrong, but your nipples get hard under your shirt, and you’re starting to feel hot all over. 

“Fuck. You have no idea what you do to me.”

You let out a quiet moan, mind swimming. “God, Hee.”

Heeseung nips at your neck. “Be a good girl for daddy, baby. Give me a kiss.”

As if you’re in a trance, you turn to meet his dark eyes before leaning in. Your eyes close when his lips meet yours. His lips are impossibly soft, and you moan when his tongue runs across your bottom lip before he forces it in your mouth. He kisses you with an urgency that makes you feel dizzy. Heeseung groans, cock throbbing as he tastes you to his desire. You’re just as sweet as he thought you’d be.

You whine when your stepdad reluctantly pulls away.

“You want more?” His smile is sweet yet teasing.

The way you nod has his cock twitching in his pants. He gives into your silent request, groaning as he kisses you again. Your tongues tangle together as he devours you, acting like your lips are the sweetest things he’s ever tasted. Every movement is passionate and is making your pussy pulse with need. Once again, it ends too quickly for your liking.

“Another one,” you demand cutely. “Please.”

Your stepdad’s smirk is so attractive, and it matches the heat in his eyes. Heeseung raises his eyebrow at you teasingly before he’s leaning back in to give you what you want. He groans into your mouth again when he feels one of your hands rest on his thigh.

Heeseung kisses you with more need as he slowly guides your hand to his very prominent bulge. He smirks when you gasp into his mouth after feeling how hard he is. You don’t fully pull away, so he uses that to playfully bite your bottom lip. Your cunt clenches at the action as your wide eyes look where your hand is cupping his dick.

“Look how hard you made me, sweetheart,” Heeseung whispers as he presses a gentle kiss on your temple. “Be a good girl and pull my cock out.”

Arousal is clouding your mind, which is why you don’t hesitate to do as he says. You unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants until you see his underwear. Licking your lips, you pull on his waistband while your other hand pulls his dick out.

Heeseung groans deeply as soon as your soft hand touches his hot skin. You’re gawking at it so cutely, and it’s obvious that you can’t look away. He smirks as his cock throbs in your hand.

Your stepdad’s dick is long and girthy. It’s also really fucking pretty—the prettiest one you’ve ever seen. Your mouth waters as you realize that it’s way bigger than Jake’s. The thought of taking it makes your pussy clench in anticipation. Your fingers slowly trail up the prominent veins to tease the leaking head. Fuck. You know it’s going to feel amazing.

“Shit, baby,” Heeseung groans. “Touch me as much as you want. Daddy’s cock is all yours.”

As if to prove his point, his dick twitches in your hand and more precum oozes from his fat tip. You run your fingers through the sticky mess, smearing it along the length as you start to caress the soft skin.

“It’s so big,” you whisper in awe as your clit pulses with need.

Heeseung groans and squeezes you into his side. The hand that’s hanging off your shoulder slowly trails down your body until it’s slipping inside your loose sweats. Heeseung’s cock leaks steadily as he goes to cup your hot cunt. Your stepdad shoves his face into your neck and groans. His lips drag against your skin as you use your hand to work his dick.

“Is this all for me, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” you whine as you start to roll your hips into his hand to get some friction. “Never been so wet before.”

Heeseung almost cums from your words alone. He pulls back to watch you grind your needy pussy into his palm. Your nails dig into his bicep as he presses his hand against you harder. Thet soft moans you’re letting out are driving him crazy. He bucks his hips into your hand, and you take the hint and move your hand faster.

“That’s it, baby. Ride my hand like a good little girl. My good girl,” he growls.

“Daddy,” you whine as your juices start to wet his hand.

“God, you’re perfect,” he grunts after kissing your cheek sweetly. “So fucking good for me.”

Slowly, he slips his hand out of your sweats and orders you to pull them off. Your core burns with need as you get off the couch to do as he says. 

“Come here.”

Heeseung pulls you into his lap so your back is against his chest. He holds your hips as his soft lips brush against your ear. 

“Take your panties off.”

You arch your hips up and slide your underwear down your legs until they’re all the way off. Heeseung groans when he sees your bare pussy. Your stepdad hooks your legs over thighs so your pussy is spread and on display for him. He whispers a quiet be good before he slaps his hand on your sensitive clit. You cry out when he spanks your cunt again.

“You like getting your pussy slapped, don’t you, little girl?”

Your toes are curling in your socks as you arch back into Heeseung, grinding down on the dick you feel against your ass. He starts to fuck it between your plump cheeks, groaning at how filthy you are. He fucking loves it.

“Yes, daddy,” you gasp out wantonly. “I love it when you slap my little pussy.”

Heeseung smirks and gives your swollen clit another stinging slap. Your body jerks like you’ve been electrocuted, and you moan loudly from the tingling feeling coursing through your pussy. The smacks keep coming, each harder than the last. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your stepdad keeps spanking your throbbing pussy. At this point, you can’t do anything other than moan. 

Heeseung stops his movements to slip his middle and ring fingers into your tight hole. You’re completely submerged in pleasure as you feel his wedding band glide against your slick walls.

“Fuck, little girl,” Heeseung laughs delightedly. “Even your mom doesn’t get this wet for me. You’re just a perfect little slut, aren’t you?”

You clench hard around his fingers at those words. Your hips are rolling, grinding your ass into his wet cock while you fuck his fingers deeper into your pussy.

“Oh?” Heeseung’s voice gets deeper. “You like hearing that your stepdad likes you better than your mom?”

You’re moaning again as you dizzily nod your head. “Yes, fuck. Tell me how you like my pussy better than hers, daddy.”

Heeseung moans, fucking his cock faster against your plump ass. “Shit, baby. You know you’re better than your mom. Ever since she introduced me to you, I knew you were better.”

“Daddy!” You moan loudly as his fingers continue to plunge into you at a quick pace.

Heeseung feels you tightening around his fingers. Your cunt is so hot and tight, and he knows it’ll feel better wrapped around his cock. He starts to plant wet kisses on your neck, wanting to push you over the edge.

“You gonna cum for daddy, baby?”

Those words are enough to get you to do just that. The coil in your stomach snaps as you cum around your stepdad’s long fingers. 

Seeing you cum on his lap helps Heeseung reach his own climax. He cums with a groan of your name, grinding his cock into your soft ass as he releases his thick cum on your lower back. Your stepdad slowly pulls his fingers out of your pussy with a lewd wet sound before bringing them to his mouth and sucking on them. His moan makes your core throb all over again.

“So fucking sweet.”

Before you can say anything in response, Heeseung’s ringtone cuts through the silence. He tugs you closer as he goes to answer the phone. You’re too distracted to listen to what’s being said, but you come to your senses when Heeseung grumbles something about heading to the airport right away.

“You’re leaving?”

It kills Heeseung to hear how vulnerable you sound. He buries his face in your neck again, scenting you to reassure you that him leaving has nothing to do with what just happened.

“The clients want to meet sooner than planned. I have to go.”

You can feel his pout against your skin, and your heart thrums with fondness. Heeseung has always been unexpectedly cute in your eyes. That’s why it was so easy for you to give into him.

“Okay,” you relax against him. “I understand.”

As always, you’re a perfect angel through and through. Heeseung presses a soft kiss to your neck before he helps you stand. Immediately, he helps you clean up before going upstairs to shower. He really doesn’t want to leave, but he can’t act irresponsibly no matter how badly he wants to. And now that he knows you want him just as much as he wants you, he’ll have plenty of time to make you all his.

Once Heeseung has all his things, he goes downstairs to find you waiting for him. He gathers you in his arms, not really wanting to let you go. When he pulls back, he gives you a passionate kiss to remind you that he doesn’t regret what’s happened between you two.

“When you get back, can we play some more?” You ask hopefully.

Heeseung grunts softly at the imagery he’s creating in his head. “Of course, baby. I’m all yours now.”

Coming back home from a long and tiring business trip isn’t anything new for Heeseung. What is new is the excitement he has to get home. He knows you’ll be waiting for him, and he can’t wait to show you how much he’s missed you.

The excitement he feels is ruined completely when he gets off his plane and finds his wife waiting for him. It’s an unpleasant surprise, but she doesn’t realize just how badly she ruined the day. Heeseung almost wishes he would’ve asked for a divorce before he boarded the plane. At least then he wouldn’t have had to deal with her right when he got back home.

“How was the trip, honey?”

“Fine,” Heeseung’s voice is curt, but once again, his wife seems impervious to his obvious attitude.

He doesn’t ask about her trip, but she tells him anyway. She talks all the way back to the house as if Heeseung is actually listening to her. In reality, he’s an expert in blocking her out at this point. This time is way easier since all his thoughts are filled with nothing but you.

The house is quiet when they arrive, and Heeseung barely holds back from calling your name. Your mom is obviously not interested in seeing you because she suggests going out for dinner after they go upstairs and put their things away. He doesn’t feel bad for turning down her suggestion with the excuse of being jet lagged.

As soon as Heeseung and his wife get on the second floor, the overwhelming scent of an omega in heat hits them. Heeseung’s cock comes alive instantly, getting completely hard in less than a minute. Without waiting for his wife to follow, he goes directly toward your room where the pungent smell is coming from.

Heeseung throws your door open without bothering to knock. What he finds is devastating to him. You’re laying in the middle of the large bed in nothing but a large shirt, eyes screwed shut as you tremble in pain. The thin sheen of sweat lining your forehead is evidence that you’ve been in heat for a while now.

Your eyes slowly open and settle directly on your stepdad. They stare at him before slowly trailing down to the large bulge in his pants. You lick your lips, and it takes everything in Heeseung not to rip your clothes off and take you right then and there.

“Y/N!” His wife’s angry voice brings him out of his debased fantasy. “Why the hell are you in heat?”

Heeseung looks back at his wife with an incredulous glare. So many things are going through his mind, but one question keeps coming up. Why is she so angry over something that’s natural?

“Sorry, mom,” you say through a pant. “I ran out of the suppressants you gave me.”

Before you can continue, Heeseung turns to your mother with a murderous look on his face. “You gave her suppressants?”

An omega taking suppressants is practically unheard of since they cause so many health issues. The drugs are practically poison, and the fact that your own mother was giving them to you made him sick to his stomach. It makes him think back to the first time he met you. Now he understands why she was so determined to hide what she was so insistent on giving you.

“They help her,” his wife says frantically. “But that’s not the point right now. She has to leave so her heat doesn’t affect you.”

Heeseung growls under his breath. Over his dead body will you leave his house looking and smelling how you do.

Your mom turns her nasty glare back on you. “Call Jake and have him pick you up. I’m sure he won’t have any problem helping you through your heat—”

“Get out,” Heeseung spits, barely controlling his rage.

How dare his wife suggest that you ask another man to help you through your heat? No one except him is ever going to see you like this.

“What?” His wife’s stunned expression only makes him growl impatiently.

“I’m going to help Y/N through her heat.”

Your mom’s eyes widen in anger, and she glares over at you like what’s happening is your fault. Normally, you’d feel guilty or anxious about upsetting your mom, but the pain isn’t letting you think straight. You need Heeseung’s cock, and you don’t care if it’s going to hurt your mom in the process.

Heeseung ignores his wife and goes to you. He sits down on the bed next to you before pulling you on his lap. A soft moan of relief cuts through the tense silence as his hard bulge presses up right against where you need him the most. You feel so hot all over, and your head is clouded with such potent arousal that you forget your mom is still standing in the room until Heeseung looks at her over your shoulder.

“I told you to get out,” he growls. A mean smirk takes over his face. “Unless you want to watch me knot your daughter.”

You whimper and roll your hips into Heeseung. The fact that he’s saying he’s going to give you his knot is making you gush with more slick. It excites you that he’s going to help you, and to think he doesn’t care to hide it from your mom makes a deep satisfaction settle inside you.

His wife is looking on with tears in her eyes. She’s disgusted and enraged, but she knows no matter what she says or does, Heeseung isn’t going to change his mind.

“It hurts, daddy,” you whine as you grind your pussy on his clothed dick, no longer thinking to spare any of your mom’s feelings. “Want you to make me feel better.”

You swivel your hips and press down harder onto his hard cock. With a throaty groan, Heeseung grabs your ass to help you bounce on his bulge. “Don’t worry, baby. Daddy’s going to give you exactly what you need.”

His voice dips into a low moan when you lean forward to lick and bite at the sensitive spot on his neck. You feel his cock twitch and kick against your panty clad pussy, and it makes you whine.

Your mom flinches when she sees Heeseung’s glare from over your shoulder. It’s a silent command for her to get out, and she finally does. She doesn’t get far, only being able to take a few steps out of your room before she collapses on the floor with a quiet sob.

“Fuck, little girl. Couldn’t wait until your mom was out of the room, huh?” His laugh is cruel, but it only turns you on.

“Don’t care,” you whine before leaning in to smash your mouth against his. “Just want your cock.”

You gently nip his bottom lip before messily forcing your tongue into his mouth. There’s a desperation you’ve never felt before as you grind down on his thick cock. The fact that he’s leaking with enough precum to stain his pants is driving you more insane. You keep rocking your hips so your clit rubs against the rough material of his jeans.

“Yeah?” Heeseung groans when you pull away. He continues to help you grind your messy pussy on his bulge. “You need daddy to stuff your little pussy?”

Your eyes roll back when he dry humps your pussy slowly. He’s grinding the thick outline of his cock right against your wet slit to get you more riled up than you already are. 

Eventually, Heeseung decides he needs to prep you. Because as badly as he wants you, he can’t forget that this is your first real heat. So, he pulls you off his lap and tosses you back on the bed.

“I need to taste you properly, sweetheart. Last time wasn’t enough.”

A tingle goes straight to your pussy when he pulls your large shirt off and tosses it across your room. Heeseung buries his nose between your legs, sniffing across your soaked panties. The fabric sticks to your pussy lips, allowing your stepdad to lick at your clit easily. 

“Oh, daddy!” you moan, hands reaching down to tangle your hands in his hair.

He grunts and laps up the slick leaking down your thighs before roughly rips your underwear off to lap at your leaking hole. 

“You taste so fucking good, little girl,” his muffled voice causes vibrations that make your toes curl. “Fuck. I could eat your little cunt all day.”

“Daddy, please,” you grind against his mouth, eyes locked on his blown out gaze.

He hums and the vibrations make your clit tingle as more slick drips onto his tongue. The thick muscle slides in and out of your hole before he licks his way back up to your clit. You cry out wantonly when your stepdad softly sucks the swollen bud into his mouth. Your thighs tremble as his tongue swirls around your pudgy clit before he starts to gently suckle on it.

“It feels so fucking good,” you moan loudly, thighs falling open as far as they can go.

Heeseung growls, tongue fucking your pussy until sloppy wet sounds fill the room. His hands trail up the underside of your thighs to push your legs to your chest. You moan when he pulls back to spit on your cunt. He quickly dives back in, burying his face in your soaked pussy. Another loud cry tumbles out of you when he starts to lick and suck on your sensitive nub.

“Such a sweet pussy,” Heeseung moans.

His tongue languidly laps at your wet folds, eyes locked with yours from where he’s lying between your legs. Your stepdad’s hands come up to the inside of your thighs and press down, leaving you spread open for his hungry mouth. The sight of his beautiful face buried in your cunt makes you drip with more slick. Heeseung keeps licking into your slick hole like a starved man, desperate to not waste one drop of your sweet essence. You’re crying out for him as your hips roll into his mouth. He pulls away slightly to spit into your pussy again before fucking his spit into your clenching hole.

You moan and pull on his hair. The dark strands are wrapped around your fingers to help guide his face to where you want it most. Heeseung smirks against you and starts to press wet, open mouthed kisses on your throbbing clit. He sucks the swollen bud into his mouth and flicks his tongue against it over and over again. Your stepdad hums into your pussy, suckling on your clit softly as he indulges in your sweet taste.

“I’m gonna cum! You’re gonna make me cum, daddy!" you moan loudly.

“Cum all over my face, sweetheart. Show daddy how good he makes you feel,” your stepdad says before he presses his face between your folds to suck your clit back into his mouth.

“Daddy!” You moan loudly as you cum.

You jolt as your slick completely coats his lower jaw and slowly starts to drip down his chin. He looks so hot covered in your juices that another wave of arousal hits you with full force.

“Messy fucking girl,” Heeseung grunts as he starts to take off his clothes.

Your mouth waters when you see his big cock slap his lower abdomen. Since he’s been gone, you’ve been dreaming about that pretty dick every night. 

Heeseung goes to kiss you roughly, eagerly shoving his tongue into your mouth. Tasting yourself makes you arch up into his body. Fuck. You’re so turned on and desperate that you feel like you might die if he doesn’t shove his cock inside you soon.

Seeing you so needy makes Heeseung pull back slightly to stroke his cock. Your eyes follow his movements, and you lick your lips when you see the amount of precum beading at the tip. With a deep groan, your stepdad notches his leaking tip against your clenching hole. Heeseung groans as he glides the fat head up your slit to smack it against your clit.

The feeling of the hot skin of his cock pulsing against your pussy makes you whine desperately. He keeps dragging his dripping cock against your throbbing cunt repeatedly, loving how you’re squirming against him. Teasing you is everything he imagined it would be, and he makes a note to do it often from now on. Heeseung thrusts his hips to rub his cock through the slick dripping from your cunt, moaning at how easily it coats the length of his cock.

“Look how deep daddy’s cock is gonna go, baby.” His voice is deeper than you’ve ever heard it.

Heeseung uses his thumb to press his tip down against your skin as your unfocused eyes take in how far his cock will reach inside your needy cunt. It pulses and throbs, and more slick leaks out of you.

“Oh god, daddy. It’s too big,” you mewl even though the thought of having his monster cock inside you turns you on to no end. 

With an endeared chuckle, he pulls his cock back to slide it across your pudgy bud. The bulbous head grinds against your sensitive clit until you’re whining and dripping more slick onto your sheets.

“Your pretty pussy’s just small, sweetheart,” he coos softly before he licks a broad stripe up your neck. “But don’t worry. Daddy’s gonna stretch out your cute little cunt so you can take my knot.”

Those filthy words make you whine and buck your hips desperately.

“Ready to take this cock, little girl?”

Without waiting for an answer, he slips the head of his dick inside your clenching hole. He presses into your pussy slowly, and it makes you moan wantonly as you instantly feel some of your pain fade. Your moan breaks off into a gasp when you feel the burning stretch.

“Fuck, you’re gonna be tight,” he laughs in delight. “A tight little pussy for daddy.”

You dig your nails into his back, eyes rolling into your skull as his girthy cock stretches your cunt. “It’s too big, daddy.”

“Too big?” Heeseung repeats as he gently bites your neck. “I guess daddy’s just going to have to train you to take his big cock then, huh?”

With that, he sinks his cock another inch into your clenching hole. Your walls clench down on his dick and make his hips stutter. His veiny cock feels so fucking good that you that the unbearable pain fades instantly. You feel so full and stretched out, but you want more. Your body reacts by getting wetter, easing the way for Heeseung to bully his cock further into your pussy until he bottoms out.

“I’m gonna spend all week training you, little girl,” he promises. “Daddy’s staying buried in this cute little pussy until you’re all nice and bred.”

You moan high in your throat, walls clamping down around Heeseung’s thick cock as you cum hard.

“Oh, fuck me,” he laughs, extremely pleased. “You like that? Like that I’m gonna breed this sweet pussy all week?”

He pulls his cock halfway out then slowly sinks back into your wet and willing body. You mewl as your cream coats his cock. 

“Yes, daddy! Want you to stuff me full all week long!”

Heeseung starts fucking his cock deeper into your pussy, eager to give you what you want. He reaches between your bodies and begins to rub and pinch your clit. “I’m gonna fuck you through your heat, sweetheart. Gonna cream this pussy over and over again.”

You’re letting out filthy moans like your mom isn’t right outside your room crying her eyes out because you’re fucking her husband. Not that you care. All you can think about is the mind-numbing pleasure you’re receiving.

“Cum on my cock again, baby,” Heeseung groans as he spears his cock into your sloppy hole. “I want you to squeeze me with that hot little cunt while I cum in you.”

You cry out loudly as his leaking tips rams into your g-spot. Your stepdad’s girthy cock is rutting into your squelching cunt mercilessly, heavy balls slapping against your ass with every thrust. Heeseung’s fingers circle your clit until your pussy is clenching and spasming around him again.

“Are you gonna give me your cum, daddy?” Your eyes shine with anticipation. “Your knot?”

“Of course, sweetheart. Daddy’s gonna give you a nice hot load. Then, I’m gonna knot you so it takes. That’s how much I love you.”

His words make you gush more slick, eyes rolling back as the musky scent of sex fills the room. You cry out, feeling feral all over again.

“Fuck yes!” You scream in pleasure. “Cream my little pussy, daddy! Want it so fucking bad!”

“Yeah? Then let’s make it easier.”

Without letting you answer, Heeseung pulls out of you with a lewd squelching sound and flips you onto your hands and knees. One of his hands presses down on your back while the other grips your hip to raise your ass up. Your stepdad’s big cock slides into your hot cunt much easier in this position. He bottoms out with a loud groan as you claw at your sheets.

Mewling, you press your ass backwards, working more of Heeseung’s big cock into your dripping pussy. You feel your slick dripping down your thighs and coat his heavy balls.

“Want you to knot me,” you slur, nails digging into your plush bedding. “Want your knot, daddy!”

He growls and starts to slam his cock into your sloppy pussy, making you cry out from the rough movement. Your walls clamp and pulse around his fat dick as he keeps spearing you open. The way you moan and mewl for him only makes him fuck you harder.

“Good girl,” he groans loudly, making you shiver all over. “My good little girl.”

“Daddy,” you whimper as your pussy walls flutter around his thick length.

Heeseung’s cock throbs inside you. He pulls out halfway before roughly slamming his dick back into your sopping wet hole. 

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he says as he squeezes the globes of your ass. Your eyes roll back as his fingers dig into your skin. “This perfect pussy was made for me. Isn’t that right, baby?”

“Yes!” You gasp out in agreement as Heeseung pounds your cunt hard. “This little pussy is all yours, daddy!”

Heeseung moans loudly and spanks your bouncing ass. You scream, pussy fluttering and pulsing around his dick as your third orgasm takes you both by surprise. 

“Good girl,” he coos, grabbing the fat of your ass with both hands again. “Such a good fucking girl. Gripping me with your tight pussy and working for my knot like a good little slut.”

Your body trembles as Heeseung keeps thrusting his fat cock right against your g-spot. His fat tip slams against your cervix, and you can’t stop crying out in pleasure.

“Cum one more time for me, pretty girl,” your stepdad roughly spanks your ass again, making you whine. “Just give me one more, and I’ll knot this pretty pussy so you’re nice and full. Don’t you want that? For your hot cunt to be bred until you’re stuffed to the brim?”

“Please, daddy!” You cry out, ass bouncing back against his rough thrusts. “Want your knot! Want it so fucking bad!”

One of his hands slides down your body to circle the swollen bundle of nerves coated in your slick. Your pussy clamps down on his dick as he softly teases your clit. 

“That’s it, baby.” Heeseung hunches over your back to kiss your neck. His tongue laps against your sweaty skin right over the sensitive spot that’s meant to take his mark. “I feel you getting tighter, baby. Cream all over my cock.”

As Heeseung keeps hammering into your pussy, his fingers circle and tease across your pudgy bud until one last thrust has your orgasm whiting out your vision. Your ears ring so loud you don’t even hear as your stepdad curses against your neck while he snaps his hips against your ass before burying his cock deep in your spasming pussy.

“Fuck, sweetheart, I’m gonna cum,” he pants into your neck. “Take my knot. Fuck. Take it.”

You cry out loudly. That desperate noise has Heeseung fucking his cock deep inside you until he cums.

“That’s it,” he’s groaning and panting as he licks at your neck. “Milk my cock, little girl.”

You wail when his knot locks you together, stretching your cunt even further as you feel his hot thick cum spill inside you. Ropes and ropes of his hot seed spill into your pussy, and you love that his knot is keeping it stuffed inside you.

“So good for me,” Heeseung groans, hands smoothing over your sides and back. He starts to scent you. “Such a perfect omega. So fucking perfect.”

You sigh in content, body going limp as Heeseung continues to fill your pussy with load after load. You’ve heard that alphas cum more than usual when helping an omega in heat, but you didn’t expect it to be this much. Not that you’re complaining. You’re taking every drop he gives you with a blissful smile on your face

Your stepdad grinds his dick inside your pussy until the steady stream of cum stops filling you. He slowly shifts your bodies until you’re both able to lay on your sides comfortably. Heeseung buries his nose in your neck as his hands start to caress your body. 

“Feels nice,” you mumble, relaxing even further against him.

“Good.” He says before he kisses your neck.

You mewl when he keeps pressing soft kisses on your neck and dragging his teeth over a sensitive spot that no one else has dared to touch. Heeseung keeps you two in the same position until his knot slowly deflates.

You whine when he slowly pulls out. Heeseung watches with dark eyes as his cum leaks out of your pussy. He uses two of his fingers to scoop it up and smear it across your clit. You mewl as slick starts to drip out of you again. Heeseung takes the opportunity to shove your legs open and rub your clit until your body arches off the bed. A mix of slick and cum gushes from your pussy as you climax again.

“Let me lick that pussy, baby,” Heeseung murmurs as he starts kissing his way down your body. “Want to suck on that swollen little bud until you’re creaming my tongue.”

“Fuck,” your whine is high-pitched and needy. “Do it, daddy. I want your mouth on my pussy.”

He groans and sloppily kisses your slit in thanks. When he pulls back a bit, you see his lips coated with your juices. Your pussy pulses and clenches in eagerness.

“So messy, sweetheart.” 

With that, your stepdad pushes your thighs against the bed to keep you spread for him. He repeatedly plants wet kisses on your pulsing clit, worshipping you until you’re writhing against him. His teeth scrape and nip your pudgy nub as his dark eyes watch you carefully. 

Heeseung spanks your pussy when you keep squirming. He smirks when you jolt with a loud cry. Slick pours out of you, filling the room with your lovely scent. It’s your body’s way of signaling that it’s ready to be knotted again. 

“What a needy little girl,” he coos as he blows air on your soaked cunt. “Just desperate for me to clean up this sloppy pussy, hm?”

“Yes, yes!” You moan, pussy throbbing with need. “Eat my pussy, daddy. Lick me clean.”

“Dirty little slut,” Heeseung groans before he slaps your wet cunt again. “I’m gonna stay here with you all night. Keep my tongue buried in your tight hole until you squirt all over me.”

“Fuck. Yes, yes!” you moan as you arch your hips up to entice him. “Let me cum all over your face, daddy!”

Heeseung smirks and buries his face in your cunt to give you what you want.

You lose complete track of time as Heeseung makes you cum on his tongue over and over again. After the second orgasm, you start squirting like he wants. He’s so delighted that he keeps fucking his tongue into you, indulging himself in your addicting taste. You’re happy to lay there and let him eat your pussy until you’re nothing more than a gushing mess.

“Good girl,” Heeseung moans into your cunt, his face completely drenched in your slick.

You mewl in response, hoping he’s had enough fun playing with your pussy to give you his cock. He flips you over and arches your back so your ass and pussy are on full display for him. He groans when he sees your soaked pussy and thighs. 

“Hee,” you whimper desperately. “Want your cock.”

“Spread those legs for me, baby. Show daddy that sloppy pussy.”

With a loud whine, you bend forward more and spread your thighs apart further to give him a better view of your holes. Your pussy is dripping with slick, and Heeseung commits the filthy sight to memory. 

“Daddy,” you whimper. “Please.”

Your stepdad lets out a deep laugh before his hands slide down your back to cup your ass and spread you open even more. Heeseung groans deeply.

“God, baby. I’m never gonna get tired of seeing this hot cunt gushing for me,” he tells you with a pleased hum. “I’m gonna breed this little pussy all night.”

“Please,” you beg through a moan, pressing your ass back against him. “Want it so bad, daddy.”

Heeseung rubs his cock against your soaked pussy lips, gathering your wetness all over his length. He licks his lips, loving how you feel against him. His cock throbs because he can tell how badly you’re aching to be fucked and knotted and stuffed full of cum.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. You’re gonna get my knot. I’m gonna stuff your little pussy to the brim.” Heeseung promises before he slams his cock into your clenching heat.

Your moan is loud as he completely bottoms out into your needy pussy. Heeseung doesn’t let you adjust and pulls all the way out before slamming back inside. Your stepdad’s instincts completely take over, his only goal being to knot and breed your pussy. 

You cry out when you feel your cunt stretching around his dick. He groans and drapes his chest across your back, hips slamming against your ass. The lewd sounds of skin slapping and the wet squelching of your pussy fills the room. You whine loudly, turned on from the fact that your mom can hear all the filthy noises.

“I’m gonna keep you knotted for hours, make sure it takes,” Heeseung groans before he starts to nip at your jawline, 

“Fuck!” You mewl wantonly. “I want it, daddy! Want you to breed my pussy so fucking bad!”

Your legs start to shake when Heeseung reaches around to play with your clit. He bites down on your neck and starts spearing his fat cock into your clenching hole. He fucks you deep and fast, his slowly expanding knot brushing your entrance with every rock of his hips. You can only lay there and take it, moaning and whining in pleasure as he fucks your pussy. His cock pounds your soaked cunt, thick head knocking against your cervix. 

“Good girl,” he groans, biting at your ear. “Good girls deserve to have their cute little pussies bred, don’t they, sweetheart?”

“Yes!” you cry as he rubs your clit faster. “I’m gonna cum, daddy. Gonna cream your fat knot.”

“That’s it, little girl,” he keeps rubbing fast circles on your swollen bud. “Cum all over me. Show me how much you want me to fill your pretty pussy.”

Heeseung starts to bite and suck on your neck as you moan for him. His hips snap against yours as he roughly fucks you into the mattress. With every thrust, his balls slap against your slippery clit until he’s pulling another orgasm from your exhausted body. 

“Best fucking pussy I’ve ever had,” Heeseung groans, pulling out to slam back in, dick bullying into your swollen, fluttering walls. “Goddamn. You’re so fucking tight. My little girl just loves her stepdad’s dick so much.”

“I fucking love it, daddy!” You cry out. “Love your big cock so much!”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your orgasm overtakes your senses. Heeseung groans as your cream stains his cock. Your body trembles as your pussy milks his dick. His hips piston against your ass, dragging your orgasm out until you spiral into a second one. Your stepdad groans, hips pumping his cock into your dripping cunt harshly.

Heeseung buries his cock deep in your spasming hole, knot locking you together as his cum floods your cunt, breeding your pussy full. He groans your name as he cums, walls milking him to shoot hot rope after rope of hot cum inside your little pussy. Pleasure consumes your entire body as you feel each spurt of his thick cum pumping into your cunt. 

“Taking it so good, baby,” he murmurs against your neck, tongue licking the sweat beading at your skin. “Such a perfect little slut.”

You hum dazedly, body sinking down across your bed as you feel each spurt of his thick seed filling your pussy. 

“So full, daddy,” you mewl, legs shaking as he softly ruts his knot further into you.

That’s how you spend the rest of your night. Being knotted by your stepdad over and over again until you can’t handle anymore. 

It’s almost dawn by the time your mom hears all the filthy moans and groans from your room stop. By now, she’s ran her tears dry, and she thinks she might not be able to cry for a long time. With a heavy heart, she gets up from her bed and walks to your room. The heartbreaking sight of you laying on her husband’s chest, sleeping peacefully as he caresses your head is like a breaking point.

There’s a blanket draped over your bodies, but she can te you’re both still naked. She feels sick at the thought of her husband’s cock still being lodged inside you.

Heeseung turns his dark eyes on her, not at all affected by her puffy, bloodshot eyes. Her pitiful face only makes him feel disgusted.

“You’re not coming to bed?” Her voice is hoarse and weak.

“I’m still knotted to your daughter.”

A lone tear slips down her cheek.

“Heeseung—”

“You should leave. Y/N’s heat is more intense because of how long it was suppressed.” Heeseung’s voice is cold. “We can discuss the divorce after I finish helping her through it.”

His wife sobs, but he doesn’t feel sorry. He can’t. Especially not now that he’s finally had you in the way he wants. She turns and walks away from him like a zombie. He groans when you shift against him in your sleep. Your movements tug gently on his knot, and it makes his cock throb and twitch in need.

Heeseung hums in content. When you get up, he’s going to knot you all over again. Except this time, he’ll do it on his own bed since that’s where you’ll be sleeping soon.

As soon as your mom gets out of his house, he’s going to have you take her place. No matter how badly she begs, Heeseung won’t change his mind because he knows that there’s no getting rid of this feeling he has for you, and he doesn’t care what he has to do to keep you at his side forever.

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⍣ ೋ MUTE READER X YAPPER CHRIS

BLURB: mute reader / dotty is too overwhelmed and needs chris to calm her down.

WARNINGS: toxic and yelling alcoholic parental figure, arguments, crying, panic attacks.

"she's making shit up again!" her fathers voice pierced through her ears, his tone harsh.

she instantly reached to cup her hands over her ears, the argument showing no signs of calming down.

"leave her the fuck alone! she doesn't have to talk to you! if you payed attention for once in your life you'd know this wasn't fucking new!"

her sister positioned herself in between dotty and their father.

"it's not real! she needs to grow up! its bullshit!"

the need to protect her ears wouldn't relent, but with the flowing of tears from humiliation and the overwhelming conflict, her priorities switched. she wiped at her face, repeating over and over with increasing force as if it would wipe away the embarrassment or even herself.

her sister was persistent, closing the gap and getting closer to their father in an attempt to get him out the room. he grew tired eventually, slamming the door of her room yelling senseless profanities as he stormed away.

dot crumbled closer in on herself, pushing back against the wall to close herself into the space in the corner. her sister was muttering panicked supportive phrases in an attempt to shut down the panic attack - all of which were tuned out from the loudness of her own mind and the sound of her own sobs. she recognised a single key word to break herself somewhat out of it -

"..chris?... call chris?" dotty nodded repetitively.

chris unashamedly rushed into her house, only in luck due to the fact her father was knocked out on the couch, too wasted to be of any threat. chris held himself back enough to calmly open dotty's bedroom door, heart twitching in both anger and sympathy upon hearing her pained sobs.

situations like this weren't new. for dot especially. but after a day of consistent triggers to be greeted by her father spitting lines of pure hatred was too much. she didn't get a single chance to breathe and it had become unbearable.

chris slowly approached her, dottys hands still clammy and pressed against her own face. chris swallowed down his anxieties to focus on the matter at hand.

"dotty?" he whispered, for once essentially speechless. he didn't want to mess up, greatful that he was the one she wanted when she was so vulnerable. but also desperate to do it all right so she wouldn't regret her decision.

upon recognising his voice, dot reached up to wrap her arms around the back his neck, pulling him in tightly as her cries become louder and less restrained. she felt as if her own emotions were dramatic, but once she let herself start sobbing she couldn't stop. she cried for everytime she'd been called weak, a liar, and for everytime she called herself those things.

chris pulled dotty onto his lap cradling her. she rested her head in the crook of his neck and held herself tightly against him.

"'s okay.. let it out.." he whispered before pressing kisses atop her hair.

her cries grew tired, her breaths stuttering as the ache in her chest began to fade. they both held each other close.

chris began gently swaying her, the sounds of her sobs became much more gentle and exhausted as her body relaxed into him.

"I know.. 's okay.."

her body gave out one last struggled breath as the tension in her entire body had been drained completely, allowing herself to give in to sleep.

chris allowed himself to relax aswell, sniffing and processing the feeling of his own tears on his cheeks, the sight of her pain had been gut wrenching. the only ease he felt was from the knowledge that dottys suffering for the moment passed.

a/n why did I do that

I hope yall liked the first blurb I'm gonna go sob in the corner but please send me more asks and requests !

inspired by these two asks:

[prosypepper]

you walk around the corner to see gojo’s girlfriend sitting on top of his desk and him talking to her sitting on his chair between her legs. so much for surprising him with your early coming home from your work trip. even tho he’s your husband you don’t dare take a step further keeping your shock to a silent gasp, worried you’ll get caught. your marriage had been arranged, and even though you loved him and he was a good caring husband, he was never in love with you. while you figured this was happening it still hurt seeing him so happy and full of life when he’s engaging in just simple conversation with her.

almost immediately after he notices you avoiding him and keeping to yourself even more than normal. when he brings it up, you tell him you know about his girlfriend after having listen to them talking for a long time before they started to “make out.” while Gojo isn’t mean or smug about it, he doesn’t deny it leaving you an absolute emotional wreck.

hi honey! thank u for this request, u get me so well :'). i hope i delivered what u were looking for! much love hun!

word count: 1.9k

warnings: hurt/no comfort, angst, cheating, mentions of divorce, manipulation if u look hard enough, a couple mentions of sex but no active descriptions. (18+ mdni!)

notes: so i haven't written about gojo yet but i absolutely love this man. let me know what u think! also i did not proofread this, very sorry, i wrote half of it on my lunch break @ work.

you can find part two here

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“satoruuu!” you chirp your husband’s name as you enter the home, the ending syllables of his name echoing throughout the massive entryway, and you’re met with silence. you drop your bags in front of the door, you can’t help but be enthusiastic about seeing your husband – you’ve been on that stupid business trip that took way too long, and you feel lucky you were able to come back home a few days earlier.

a boisterous laugh comes from upstairs in the empty house, signaling your husband is somewhere around your office – maybe he’s on the phone with a friend and didn’t hear you from all the way downstairs. you smile to yourself and run up the stairs, staying quiet as possible so you can surprise satoru – tiptoeing closer and closer, you see your office door wide open. when you peek around the doorframe into the room, you see your husband, dressed in one of those expensive shirts you bought for your last anniversary –

and there’s a girl, a girl you’ve never seen, perched atop your desk, smiling widely and proud from a joke she cracked to make satoru laugh so loudly.

you draw your head back quickly, praying neither one of them saw you, because you had no idea how to approach the situation at hand. that girl was more than a friend, for sure, with the way satoru was feeling up and down her thighs from sitting in between them. for a second, you feel as if your whole marriage was a lie. 5 years, down the drain, and how many of those years were spent with other women, too?

satoru gojo was the son to your parent’s closest counterparts – you grew up around him, not too close, but enough to know enough about one another by the time you became adults. after college, neither one of you held a long-term partner, so your parents and his decided to arrange a marriage for the both of you. you willingly accepted – satoru was a sweet, caring boy for the most part – yet unbeknownst to you, a cheater who never really had any intentions of staying loyal to his wife. in his mind, the marriage was nothing more than a benefit for the both of you; he agreed to get his parents off his back and live a comfortable life because of the successful jobs you both obtained. you were content taking the man’s last name, having gradually fallen in love with him over time, even planning to have kids with him one day.

all your future dreams and past feelings come to a halt when you see the man with another woman.

you creep back down the stairs, quietly so no one catches on, and you grab your bags and leave again. you don’t go too far at all; you stay down the street in your car so you can see whenever your husband leaves. once he’s on his way to go drop his mistress off, you scurry back to the house and take all your things inside. satoru returns hours later, well past after dark, greeted with you in the kitchen finishing up dinner.

“oh- honey,” satoru perks up upon walking through the door, “i didn’t think you’d be back so early.” he walks up and wraps his arms around your waist from behind, giving you a tight squeeze and kissing your neck. your first instinct is to relax into his touch, as you had always done for years before, but the hurt inside of you causes you to stiffen up at the hug.

“hi, satoru,” you faintly reply, eyes diverting from everything else to the saucepan simmering in front of you on the stove. satoru always had a knack to be able to tell when something was off with you, even from the smallest bit of action. this was no different.

satoru unravels his arms from around you and leans onto the counter adjacent to the stove, giving you a quick peck on the cheek. “everything okay, sweetie?” the pet name he most commonly used made your stomach hurt and your chest tighten.

“mmhm,” you bluff, “just a rough trip, i’m really exhausted,” you tell him, gaining a bit of strength to look him in the eyes with a tired expression and a weak smile.

“aww, you should’ve told me, honey. i would’ve got us something while i was out,” satoru says, his sickeningly sweet voice causing a bout of anger inside you.

“i was going to surprise you, but you weren’t here when i got home,” you lie to him, gazing back down to the saucepan and turning the eye off, “where were you so late?” you ask, although you already knew the answer. the question was just a meaningless test.

“ah, i was out with kento. he wanted to treat me to drinks since he got a new promotion,” satoru lies right back, but you see right through it.

“really? good for him,” you compliment his friend, able to work yourself up a little more to keep a straight face in front of your husband.

satoru couldn’t tell yet, but your heart cracked each time you looked at him. you wanted to slap the man to the ground and interrogate him as to why he’s sleeping around – but you only had evidence you saw with your own eyes. you figured he would most likely try to flip things around if you accused him of cheating and pin the blame on actions of your own that didn’t exist.

so, you make the noble decision to keep quiet about your knowledge for now.

days pass, the scene of your husband and the other woman slowly ate away at you, it chipped at the loving wife persona you displayed for satoru, more and more with each hour that came and went. your husband’s usual upbeat personality remained the same, and you tried your hardest to match it, continuing to kiss and be intimate with the man as much as he wanted.

but as time grew, your feelings slowly started to show. you couldn’t help it – who could help it? – being cheated on tears away someone’s entire confidence and demeanor. for years, satoru had feigned innocence and loyalty, he was a perfect husband to you, but maybe he was too perfect for someone like you.

he was his family’s most prized heir, and you were just some girl that got lucky enough to marry him, by some chance of fate. you hated the fact that you realized all you were to him was some … possession, someone there for convenience and convenience alone.

“what’s got you down in the dumps, hmm?” satoru teases as he pokes at your shoulder. you’re laid with your back facing him, trying to fall asleep after a long, emotionally painful night of sex.

you don’t reply at first, you just roll over a little more so he can’t see your sad face, curling into yourself at his touch. there was never going to be a perfect time for you to confront the man. but all the painful feelings you’d been holding on to for weeks at this point get the best of you, and a tear makes its way out of your eye and onto the silk sheets below.

“satoru,” you peep, barely audible as you continue to face away from your husband.

“hmm, honey?” he hums, so effortlessly faking a kind tone.

“who’s that girl?” you question, “i saw her here when i came home.”

“oh,” satoru replies, and you can feel his weight shift next to you so he’s laying on his back.

silence falls over the room, you wait on a reply that satoru refuses to give you for multiple minutes. he lays there, contemplating a lie, or whether or not he should come clean.

it’s not like you’d leave him, anyway.

“i’ve been dating her for a few months now,” satoru tells you, his voice no longer sweet or caring, just plainly spitting out the words you didn’t want to hear from him, ever. the tone in his voice upsets you even greater, he doesn’t even try to deny it, which causes an even greater pain to expand inside of you.

satoru’s new indifference to your feelings hurts a lot more than you’d ever imagined. you tried to psych yourself up, telling yourself that it was okay, you’d be happy if he just lied to you about the whole situation and you’d never bring it up again. his honesty is excruciating, it causes your heart to finally shatter into a million pieces when he confesses everything so guilt-free.

“why…?” you whimper, still unable to gain any of the forged confidence you had for weeks before to look him in the eyes again. you couldn’t stand to look at those beautiful blue eyes you’d fallen so deeply in love with over time, because you knew all they’d do is glare back at you unimpressed.

“well,” satoru starts, “what did you expect? this whole marriage was a fluke, anyway,” he mutters, still too honest for you to be able to feel any comfort in his words.

satoru doesn’t care, though, he never really cared, it’s all so agonizingly obvious to you now.

what did you expect?

you knew what you expected from this marriage, you treated satoru with the utmost care, even if it was a situation you were both forced into. you expected him to stay true to his vows, to be there in all the rough patches, and he was, only until it comes to your attention he wasn’t.

the sweet, considerate, thoughtful husband you once knew disappeared in the matter of a few minutes. all that remained of him now was a hard shell of what he was.

you decide to not reply to satoru anymore, to save yourself from anymore heartbreak – as if you had any left for him to smash into a billion pieces. the only actions you take are to curl up into an even smaller ball and allow the flood gates to open – you begin to coat the soft sheets in your salty tears. satoru only groans at your crying, like it was such a burden he broke your heart, as if he’s not the one to blame for everything going downhill.

the bed sinks in as satoru stands up, sighing. his footsteps shuffle behind you, you hear his keys jingle and his shoes scuff against the floor as he puts them on. you see him walk over to your dresser – the one he made for you with a huge mirror years ago – and check his reflection to fix his hair. soon after, he walks over to you and plants a meaningless kiss to your temple.

“i’m going to go see my girlfriend now,” the utterance of the word “girlfriend” makes you squeeze your eyes shut, “if you want a divorce, let me know so i can get a lawyer.”

satoru walks away and grabs his coat on the dresser, giving himself another good look in the mirror before walking over to the bedroom door.

“bye, honey.”

he leaves behind a broken wife, who’s too beautiful inside and out for her own good. he knows you won’t really leave him; the suggestion of a divorce was to only get a reaction out of you, he was bored the instant you had no rebuttal.

you only continue to cry into the night, falling asleep alone, the only thing to accompany you is the fact your marriage was a lie. satoru will come back, but things will never be the same.

[nouearth]

my favorite scent is you.

bruce wayne x male reader.

summary: bruce needs to be taken care of too (in which reader believes it's through the form of sex).

wc: 3.5k. genre: smut, angst (kinda?). warnings: top!bruce, consensual!somnophilia, blowjobs, slow mouth-fucking, fondling, reader is asleep, bruce and reader are the same age, reader also grew up with bruce, mentions of parental death, trauma-bonding.

notes: it's been a while since i've done a brucey smut (and also fulfilled a request), so here ya go! actually my first time writing about somnophilia, so be easy on me, lmao. it was harder than i thought! also i'm trying a new layout,,, kinda, don't mind me.

“Do you remember that night? When my parents… you know.”

It had been a little less than a decade, but the uneasiness you felt when mentioning your parents’ death was akin to hovering your palm above an open flame. The flicker of the heat frightened you. Though, you couldn’t help but feel magnetic towards it—closer and closer—until you felt a strike to your calloused hand.

Just a little more, and you’ll break free.

It was striking how your wounds maintained their novelty. Years of skin hardening, scabbing and layering over the memory of Bruce breaking the news to you on that night, and the slightest mention of your parents tore it open with little defiance.

“Yeah…” Bruce whispered, and a sudden impulse to hold you prevailed over him. He turned over on his side, slipping his arms over and under your frame, and pulled your back flushed to his chest. You eased with a melting squirm, a physical gratitude, and then another when you pressed a kiss to his forearm. “It was supposed to be Alfred telling you, but I insisted.”

“Really?” Your curiosity was piqued and you felt Bruce nod into the crown of your head, breathing you in deep like his favourite cologne. A scent he’d never wear himself because it matched you perfectly. “How come?”

“Well, I had no one other than Alfred when my parents died. He tried his best, but we barely had time to grieve. A bunch of responsibilities were bestowed upon him overnight; my parents’ estate, numerous paperworks, the press and media, not to mention the funeral service. It was… a lot for him.”

Bruce sighed, squeezing you tighter for support as he continued. “I remember reading—signing off things that I knew nothing about the very next day.” He then laughed, a bitterness surfing for air in the bass of his voice. “I didn’t even have a signature yet.”

“I’m sorry…” A heaviness sank you and Bruce deeper into the mattress. You latched onto Bruce’s arm for support, held him gently, and found levity through the brush of his lips, as if he was saying—consoling you through the black void: I’m here, I’m here. 

“Is that why you guys hired my parents?”

“Mm-hm, we needed help around the manor while Alfred had bigger duties to tend to. And I’m glad he suggested the idea as much as I was apprehensive about it. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have met such an incredible family. A year became two, then another two, then another, and…” Bruce recalled the sounds, the visions of red and blue flashing—blaring into the sky.  “Which was why I thought it would be best if it came from me. So I could be that someone that I desperately needed during my grieving.”

“You shouldn’t have been thinking about that though… I mean, what—we were only fifteen? Coming from your background, you should’ve been… cocky, annoying, emo, selfish, like every other teenager.

“I guess your personality kind of compensated for that—” He amused himself with some levity.

“Hey!” You choked out a laugh, then lightly elbowed his stomach behind you. “Ass.”

“Ow,” Bruce pressed a smile to the back of your head, inhaling your scent again. “I did have that emo phase though.”

“Oh yeah—” Within his hold, you turned your body to meet Bruce face-to-face as a flood of memories came rushing in. You greeted him with a smile that he was able to single out from within the dark. Then, he made sure your presence was acknowledged with a chaste kiss. 

“Your hair came down to your nose and stuff—oh! And you kept wearing the same hoodie too.” 

“Yeah, okay—we get it. Not my best look.” He groaned, tearing himself away from you as your descriptions of Bruce suddenly developed into powerfully cringe-inducing memories. As embarrassing as the past was, he was glad it brought you some kind of merriment. He’d been scolded multiple times by numerous people, though namely Alfred, to treat you better.

You and Bruce weren’t always close. In all honesty, it took your parents’ death that empowered you two to stick together more than ever. Where darkness used to storm over the roof of the manor, you and Bruce managed to conjure a light that illuminated a path to find sanctuary within each other.

“Thank you for all you’ve done for me.” The moonlight reflecting through the bedroom window casted shadows across Bruce’s profile. Wrinkles you’ve never noticed before were accentuated; eye-bags that you’ve been nagging at him to take care of deepened; glimpses of a boy who was forced to grow up. 

He turned when you reached over to trace over the spotlighted features. A single digit caressed the bumpy bridge of his nose; the stubble that tickled you whenever you kissed; the cut over his broad chin that was your favorite spot to kiss,; the scar over his left cheek that had been healing for months, only to restart the process again after Bruce’s late night endeavors.

“Let me take care of you now.”

You weren’t sure how Bruce took your proposal. Recalling the moment had you adding unnecessary details that all-the-more exploded the situation into a narrative you couldn’t exactly trust.

Wait… he made a weird face when I told him. I remember a face! No, idiot—he just had an itch on his cheek. Oh.

I don’t remember his phone ringing… You think he was trying to get out of the conversation? Maybe? He usually has his phone set on the loudest volume possible…

Oh god, he probably thinks I’m some kind of sex-crazed addict. Well, aren’t you— No?! I just—wanted to take care of him… We rarely see each other these days and I doubt the lunches I’d make for him add much to that narrative. I needed something more. Wow, I’ve been talking to myself for this long?

You probably look crazed, especially if someone were to walk in the bedroom at this moment, but you’d be too deep into your thoughts to hardly notice. If you did notice, you’d probably go on a tangent about how Bruce was probably disgusted by how you could even suggest a thing like that.

Your toes and fingers curled at the recollection you were certain happened.

“So… I know you’ve been out late at night—” “(M/N), it’s not what you—” “Shh, I’m too good of a catch for you to cheat on me.” “I mean, keep that cockiness up and maybe—” “Excuse me?!” “I’m joking.” “Uh-huh, well, keep joking and I might have to rescind my offer.” “Your offer?” “Look, I haven’t seen you much lately. It’s not your fault. You’re busy.” “I know—I just need to deal with this…” “Bruce, you look—you are tired. You’re overworked and whenever we do spend time together, you’re asleep!” “I’m trying my b—” “You’re trying your best, I know! And I don’t know what you do at night, not sure if I do want to know, but… two-three hours of sleep is not enough. You’re killing your body.” “Hm…” “And one day, you’re going to crack and I just…” “Just..?” “I’m not sure how to… put it.” “What is it?” “If you want to… and it’s entirely up to you, but…” “Jesus, spit it out—” “I— if I’m still asleep, and you want to somehow… relieve your stress..?” “Oh—” “I’m all yours.”

The second hand on the clock cycled slower, almost as if it was mocking you for being so desperate, impatient, and doubting. Yet, at the same time—if clocks could have a personality—there was a dormant kindness in the rhythm of the minute hand striking every corner of the wheel. Gentle and soothing, the lids of your eyes grew heavier with every passing second as the sound of the clock counted sheeps for you.

Forty, forty-one… fourty-two… Forty… three…

The floor creaked despite Bruce’s best efforts to remain light on his feet. You’ve always been a light sleeper, even at the sound of wind whistling you’d jolt up to, but surprisingly—nothing. 

As he approached his side of the bed, his eyes settled on you like always. To Bruce, it was a sweet sigh of relief to come back home to you again. Sometimes, a miracle depending on the crimes of that night. Nightly patrols have taken a toll on him; on his body, on his mentality; but being in your presence always—no matter what—brought him back to the solitude his life was at before being laboured by vengeance.

Coldly, he sat on the edge, careful to not wake you, as he dried off the damp strands of his washed hair with a towel. Then, he chased after the tremors off his bare body with several rubs of the coarse towel, gathering water molecules into the material until he was somewhat dry. It was the typical nightly routine of Bruce Wayne, in which he was guilty of vacating you of.

Bruce witnessed—took part in—how you ended your night. A late night snack, a book, a tv show—and he’d stroke your hair to the sound of his heartbeat until you were out like a light. He’d never forget to kiss your forehead as if it was an enchantment that would guard him for the rest of the night. Naively, Bruce was apprehensive of the subtle chance of reducing his survival rate if he were to miss a night of seeing you—touching you. Even if you had the biggest argument with him, even if you were in the wrong, he’d make sure to see you one last time before escaping into the shadows, saving the city—saving you.

After dressing himself in a fresh set of briefs, the soft cushions of his bed and pillows enticed him back into sanctuary. He crawled back into bed and instinctively found his arms around your body, warm and full against the recovering bruises against his own flesh. Skipping dinner was a norm, but he felt satiated when he could hear you breathe, feel your pulse, and watch you writhe within his doting affection.

“Goodnight.” Bruce muttered as he nestled his nose into your hair, another deep inhale of your scent to ground him that you were still present in his life. And then another as his head turned towards your neck, a familiar smell that taunted him to lean closer until his nose pressed softly into the crook of your skin.

White musk.

The top note of his favourite cologne on you. It lingered delightfully in Bruce’s nostrils, and there was a reason why he always urged you to spray it on date nights. It was intoxicating.

Come to think of it, Bruce’s night routine hadn’t completely checked off all of his tasks for the night. After he would come home, it was a no-brainer to shower off the sweat, dirt, and sometimes blood, from his patrols. He would scrape his hair clean with the shampoo suds, mint and cooling on his scalp. Then he’d move onto his body. The suds would trickle down his torso, gather in his muscles, and he’d add onto the bubbles with his body wash, lathering himself from head to toe. And almost always, the slightest brush of his length would break the restraints the night had locked his sanity behind. It was always you that managed to free him. As he would squeeze himself, fondle his sack while the suds dribbled down his leg and feet, he’d think of you—miss you in ways he wouldn’t dare to ignore, ways in which he was ashamed to desert you of.

“I’m all yours.” Your proclamation echoed, ran marathons in Bruce’s mind as the white musk led him astray. The simple thought of him taking advantage of you guilted him, churned his stomach until it was bundled into thick knots, but it made his heart race.

“(M/N)?” He whispered. The bed creaked when Bruce peered over you, and he was met by silence. A few soft snores joined the ticking of the clock, but for the most part, silence.

I shouldn’t… Bruce convinced himself. It was… shameful to even think of taking advantage of you like that—in your unconscious state, in your vulnerability. You looked peaceful in your slumber and knowing how hard you worked, he wouldn’t dare to ruin it because of his own selfish desires.

He sighed, rolling flat onto his back again, hoping the uncomfortable ache in his briefs would settle down in a minute or so. When it didn’t, Bruce tended to it with a brief re-adjustment of the way his length stood. Then again as he twitched in defiance.

Again, as he throbbed.

And again, when his briefs couldn’t support his throbbing erection anymore. 

Bruce turned his head to the side, scanning your unconscious state. His eyes traced the languid form of your body as it sank deep into the mattress, hugging the air to your body while he slowly pulled the blanket off of you.

The bed creaked as inch by inch, Bruce scooted closer to you, turning back to lie on his side and nearly spooning you again. His movements were sluggish, apprehensive to wake you, but at the same time, there was an adrenaline rush surging through him knowing he could be caught any second (despite your permission).

His hand felt it as it caressed your arm in singular, docile strokes. Then his breath, as he leaned closer, pressing himself against you again, and slipped a hand under your shirt. Your bare stomach rested warmly against his calloused palm, and he felt your breath hitch, your stomach tensed, every evidence of your presence, as Bruce ran a palm upwards to touch your chest once, then back down to bravely slither under the waistband of your boxers.

“Fuck…” Bruce’s breath unevened, struggling to keep a steady rhythm, when his palm gently groped a handful of your flaccid cock, a complete opposite of the shameful erection he was prodding near your bottom. You writhed once, and he quickly paused with a shudder as you suddenly turned to lie on your back, smacking the dryness in your throat away as you drove yourself into deeper slumber.

He found it unusual how you haven’t awakened by now, but the cynical part of him pleaded for you to remain asleep—until he had his way with you.

Gently, Bruce lifted your hips to pull down the remainder of your boxers off until you were bare in all of your glory before him. Your balls lay briefly in between your legs before they were back to being fondled in his warm palms. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous like this…”

Droplets of sweat formed over Bruce’s hairline as he sluggishly maneuvered himself to kneel over your unconscious state. His thighs hardened, flexed as he maintained his balance over you. He stroked his cock with his free-hand; to the gentle snores you poured out, to your slightly parted lips that he could easily spread open with his girth, and to his surprise, to the stiffness of your cock as it stirred awake from his constant fondling.

What are you dreaming about? Are you dreaming of me? Are you dreaming of being fucked by me? Bruce groaned as he witnessed the once softened features of your face stiffened into diffident lust. Your breath unknowingly quickened when Bruce began stroking your cock together with his in one grasp. Your body writhed with uncomfortable pleasure as if you wanted whatever was happening to you to stop, yet the throbbing veins of your cock begged Bruce for more—to hold you for longer, to keep doing as he pleased.

Bruce forgot what it was like to have you like this; to have you squirming beautifully beneath him, dripping in heavy pre-cum while simultaneously having your cock lathered in his own fluid. He was enticed by your every movement, squirming and writhing confined by the state of slumber as you couldn’t stop him. You couldn’t stop the uncomfortable pleasure that was happening to you because you were dreaming a dream that refrained you from resisting your boyfriend.

I know you want it. Fuck… I know you want my cum, (M/N). He paused briefly to press his forehead into yours, sweat dripping off his face and onto your body in his maneuver, and breathed languidly against your lips to find the parting in order to breathe his lewd thoughts into you. Bruce was careless, dangerously brave as he slipped a tongue inside of you to spread your mouth open further. You made a sound, but he muted it with a swallow as he ravished you like honey on a spoon. Remnants of mint lingered on his tongue, and as much as he wanted to continue tasting you, he needed to relieve himself.

He was close.

Carefully, he dragged himself over your chest and kneeled over your chest. Bruce’s cock hung heavy above your slumber, dripping in thick strings of pre-cum from the plump tip—a shameful exhibit of how much this had turned him on, how much he had been deprived of this act for so long.

Open wide. It was morbid. Bruce never thought himself of ever once doing this obscene act, but the guilt that had been the cause of his apprehension was only fleeting the moment he pushed his cock into your sleeping mouth. 

“Oh, fuck…” He was careful with you. Careful enough to not stir you awake, but courageous enough to fulfill his sense of greed. Bruce pushed deeper, and deeper until he couldn’t anymore. His thick cock steadied your breathing and in favor, your saliva warmed him with complete gratitude.

Come on, I know you can take it… His eyes darkened at your inability to take his girth. As much as it sounded like a threat, it drove him delirious knowing you couldn’t. Even in your waking moments, it fueled a sense of pride when you gagged on his cock, covered him in bubbly thick spittle, and looked like an absolute mess while attempting to swallow him again.

Fuck, (M/N)... You’d pull him out when you had enough of gagging on his cock and jerk him off instead, catching your breath in the midst of it all. He never told you, but it was Bruce’s favourite part whenever you two did this together. The pure lust in your eyes, craving for a fill that you and him both know that he would deliver upon greatly. And somehow, as lewd as the act was, you both knew it was more than sex. You and Bruce were making love, fucking with a craving that you only have for each other because it was only you two that could bring this type of pleasure to one another. 

“Fuck��” Bruce paced himself, biting back an adamant moan, thrusting slow yet filling into your mouth as he held onto the headboard. The scrape of your teeth made him hiss, but the pleasure of your warm mouth was so fulfilling that it overwhelmed any painful feeling you’ve prescribed him to.

I’m close, (M/N)... Fuck, let me cum on you… On your body, on your face, I want it everywhere on you.

He released his cock from your mouth and took the heavy girth into his own palm, pumping the muscle with a sudden vigor that had been motivated to see you covered in his fluids. Bruce’s eyes rolled back into his lids, panting heavy and harder because he was so close—so fucking close. He could see you sticking your tongue out for him, on your knees, playing with your cum-covered cock as you would wait patiently for his reward. You would begin begging for it—his cum, his cock, him. You’d worship his body, mouthing at his toned thighs, then his abdominal muscles, licking the sweat off the gutters to briefly satiate your appetite for Bruce.

Until you were gifted with his indulgent desire for you and only you in the form of thick and creamy white ropes. “I’m comin—” Bruce’s stomach sucked in hard, his abs contracting while his thighs vibrated with tremors, then with a guttural push, he released himself with a strong grunt. His grasp directed his thick and heavy loads towards your chest and stomach, stroking his throbbing cock through the glorious sprays. He sucked in his teeth to control the sounds that were threatening to burst out of his throat and whimpered with a shudder when it was unmanageable, continuing to empty his balls until he could smell the heavy sex and musk off your body.

Scanning you from head to toe, Bruce was breathless. Despite his delirious stint, it was impressive to see you drifting off to sleep like nothing had happened. Or rather, it was impressive that he had a certain amount of control to not completely make love to you like a wild mammal, rousing you from sleep.

Nonetheless, he powered through the overwhelming need to sleep to clean you up, even if you hadn’t mind the mess. And like always, he never forgot to end his night with a kiss, pressing a chaste yet breathless pant to your lips.

“Think your way of ‘taking care of me’ needs more time in the workshop , but we’ll talk about it later.” 

nouearth. please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works. andif you like this story, please reblog and leave a like!

[l0stglitch]

Platonic Yandere Hargreeves x Reader

Notes- This is more of an introduction to an au I’ve created rather than an actual fic. It’s pretty Klaus + Ben centred at the moment but I will write about the others in future fics.

Warnings- Substance abuse | Bad parenting | Depression | Suicide

Pre season 1

• They weren’t always obsessed with you. As children, you and your siblings had relatively normal relationships. Well, if you ignored the uncomfortable flirting between One and Three, or the estrangement of Seven.

• It wasn’t until Five’s disappearance that the family dynamics started shifting.

• The unity from before had been fractured, and the fragile illusion of a family gone.

• From there, things only worsened.

• You had always been closest to Klaus. It was only natural- you both found joy in bending the rules, and your powers proved to be quite useful when the two of you were up to no good.

• You could see the future. Unfortunately, not on demand. You could see your opponent’s next moves in a fight, or your father coming upstairs and catching you and Klaus in his study minutes before he appeared, but large-scale events far into the future were much more complicated.

• You’d see the distant future in dreams. Cryptic visions that made little sense until the morbid events finally happened. You had woken up screaming many times, forced to watch your siblings suffer gruesome injuries in missions yet to happen.

• Sometimes your father would make you meditate. Sit for hours at a time trying to trigger another vision. Occasionally it worked. Most of the time though, you saw nothing.

• The others had never blamed you for not stopping Five. You hadn’t seen the jump until he stood up and announced his decision. By then it was too late to stop him. Your brother had always been stubborn- you knew you didn’t stand a chance at changing his mind.

• You and Klaus grew closer after that- your childish rule breaking became more reckless. Nights were spent sneaking out and stealing. Getting high and drinking dangerous amounts of alcohol became a shameful hobby of yours.

• Everyone knew, but they were all too caught up in their own grief to worry about what the two of you were doing.

• Things seemed to be slowly improving, until tragedy struck again in 2006.

• This time though, things were different. Ben’s death was raw and painful, not just for him, but for everyone involved. Five may have chosen to disappear, but Six certainly didn’t choose to die.

• You had dreamt of that strange girl for months before the mission, but never told your siblings about her. Perhaps if you had seen Ben being killed moments after you would have said something, but that vision only came after he opened the container. Yet again, you were too late.

• The funeral was cold. Usually you would’ve loved the snow, but seeing it today filled you with an icy bitterness. It was as if the sky itself was mocking you, tainting your favourite weather with the devastating reality of your brother’s death.

• Reginald had placed the blame on all of you, but you knew your siblings didn’t see it that way. Luther, Diego and Allison developed a frosty attitude towards you, and Viktor… well he’d never really spoken to you much anyways.

• Only Klaus stayed with you through it all. Well, and Ben apparently. You couldn’t see your deceased brother, but Klaus supposedly could. Unfortunately, as the two of you fell deeper into your drug use, it became harder to tell whether he was talking to Ben or just hallucinating.

• Either way, he never told any of the others he could speak to Ben’s ghost, so neither did you.

• The two of you became inseparable. You decided that you didn’t need the others anymore. Luther, Diego and Allison still took their roles as superheroes with grave seriousness, clinging onto that one constant in their ruined lives.

• You had come to the conclusion that you were no use to the team, despite Klaus’s best efforts to convince you otherwise. The visions never stopped, much to your dismay, and you didn’t know what you could do to alter the future. After all, what was the point in knowing what will happen if there was nothing you could do to stop it?

• Every night you dreamt the same thing. A funeral. Not snowy, like Ben’s, but instead with a dreary overcast sky and a blanket of wet, coppery leaves scattered across the ground.

• Five teenagers standing around a grave, their identities masked by the sleek curves of their black umbrellas.

• If only you could see the number carved into the gravestone.

• You woke up in a cold sweat without fail every morning. Klaus didn’t mind you coming into his room at 2am looking for comfort. He’d shift over in his bed to make space for you, bearing a patient smile despite the sleep that still nestled fresh in the corner of his eyes.

• You never told him what you saw, so he never asked.

• As weeks turned into months, your mental health only began deteriorating more and more.

• You hit your breaking point one afternoon during a heated encounter with Luther. He’d made a snide comment about your powers, vaguely alluding to you being the reason Ben had died.

• Your day had already been hard enough, so having to deal with shit from Luther sent you over the edge.

• It wasn’t like you to start a fight. You and Klaus tended to stay pretty neutral whenever an argument sprung up between the others. Perhaps that was why it came as such a shock to everyone when you punched your brother in the face with enough force to send shockwaves of pain through your knuckles.

• Luther only needed seconds to recover before retaliating.

• You managed to dodge his first few punches, using your powers to predict his moves. Unfortunately, you weren’t fast enough to avoid them all, and after being met with a fist to your stomach, it suddenly because all too easy for your brother to strike you.

• You could do nothing but feebly cry out for help as he released his anger out on you. In a sickening way it felt right- like this was supposed to happen.

• Luther deserved to release his buried grief, and you deserved to receive it. At least, that’s what you told yourself after as you lay silently on your bed, staring up at ceiling through the fuzzy darkness of the night.

• The others noticed how quiet you became. You hardly ate at mealtimes, and spent all your free time alone in your room, ignoring Klaus’s pleas for you to open up to him.

• Pogo and Grace could only watch as you retreated further and further into yourself, until you stopped joining missions altogether.

• Of course, Reginald was less than pleased by this. He sternly told you how much of a failure you were, but other than that, there was little else he could do.

• Yes, they could’ve forcefully dragged you along with them, but even then, there was no way of making you fight. If anything, you’d just be putting yourself and your siblings at risk.

• So they decided to watch passively as you withered away from the inside out, becoming a hollow shell of a person.

• Ironically, it wasn’t until you died that things eventually began to improve.

• Klaus found you in the bathroom at exactly 02:56 on a Tuesday morning. The half empty bottle of pills that rested in the palm of your cold hand told him all he needed to know.

• You had killed yourself- or at least tried to. He could still feel the soft beating of your heart under the frail skin of your neck.

• Klaus held you with an almost childish desperation, his screams for help piercing through the grave silence of the night.

• It was only seconds later that the rest of your siblings came scrambling into the bathroom.

• Diego was the first to act- shoving his way over to Klaus and pulling your delicate frame out of his brother’s trembling grip. The others watched in horrified silence as he began to perform CPR.

• Time seemed to slow down as they waited for Reginald to come. Alison had ran to wake him after seeing your condition, so now all they could do was wait. The only sounds that could be heard were Diego’s laboured breathing and Klaus’s chocked sobs.

• After what felt like hours, your father finally came to the bathroom. He said nothing to the others, silently scooping you up and carrying you down the dark hallway.

• That was the last time they saw you.

• Two days later your father announced your death to the rest of your siblings, and a funeral was held.

• It was a rainy day towards the end of November- just as you had predicted. All five of your remaining siblings stood around your grave; protected from the rain by their glossy, black umbrellas.

• Life continued on at the umbrella academy. Your suicide marked the last of the tragedies, although no one ever truly recovered from the harrowing losses.

• It was only a matter of time until the academy officially disbanded. Despite your and Ben’s best efforts, Klaus’s dependence on drugs only worsened as he aged. It was hard watching your best friend struggle through life, ignoring your pleas for him to try and get some help.

• Becoming a ghost seemed to have some strange side effects. The first was the biting cold that came from within. No matter how warm the environment was around you, you could never warm yourself up. The second was even more perplexing. You didn’t age. You would’ve chalked it up to being a result of your death being when you were 16, but Ben wasn’t stuck as a teenager. He also wasn’t constantly shivering from the cold.

• Klaus jokingly suggested that it was because you were ‘young at heart’. You couldn’t disagree more. After Five’s disappearance, it felt as though all of your childish innocence had been stripped away from you. Not to say you weren’t content with your existence as a ghost, but sometimes you missed being able to interact with the world around you.

• Ben made it all bearable. He was your only source of human contact, so you found yourself becoming clingier than before. Physical touch had never really been your thing, but now it was all you thought about. Ben didn’t mind the constant affection you showed, as he was just as touch-starved as you were.

• The years went on, and the three of you trudged through Klaus’s messy life together.

• No matter how many times you begged him to reach out to the rest of the family, your brother never listened. It was as if being dead made you less credible in his eyes. Klaus didn’t want your advice, he just wanted your presence.

• You saw the others once, when Allison married Patrick. It was bittersweet seeing them as adults for the first time and wondering how different things could have been if you just hadn’t taken those fucking pills.

• The wedding was over far too soon. You had hoped that seeing each other again would bring the family closer, but it quickly became clear that none of them had any interest in entering back into each others lives.

• So you had to watch as Allison returned to her glamorous life as a celebrity whilst Klaus dragged you and Ben back to his grimy, drug filled motel room.

• You resented him for never trying to sort out his life, but there wasn’t anything you could say to him. Any mention of his wasted potential and Klaus was quick to remind you of how you had killed yourself. He didn’t mean to upset you, but it still stung. It stung far worse than the punches Luther had thrown at you after Ben died.

• It wasn’t until the shocking news of Reginald’s death that you could see them all again.

• Klaus was less than impressed by the thought of having to return to the mansion. It took a lot of convincing from you and Ben before he finally agreed to attend the funeral- even if only to shut you both up.

• After a particularly long taxi ride, the three of you finally reached your destination.

• Save for Viktor, you were the last to arrive. Klaus claimed it was his intention to be ‘fashionably late’, but you knew he wasn’t going to be fooling anyone.

• You found yourself in Reginald’s study, watching Klaus as he rummaged through your father’s possessions. Ben tried convincing him to just leave it, but his protests fell on deaf ears.

• “You just gotta loosen up a bit Benny-boo,” He’d replied breezily, “Me and Y/n used to pull all kinds of stunts like this when we were kids! You were always a good lookout, with your mind tricks and all that.” He’d added, motioning to where you were leant up against the wall, watching quietly.

• Ben just rolled his eyes playfully before shooting you a small smile, “Those were the good old days huh?”

• Klaus snorted, “What are you talking about? We’re still in the good old days. Us three- we’re like the three musketeers!”

• You just shrugged indifferently, “Yeah- if two of the musketeers were dead.”

• “God, what’s got you in such a sour mood? You’d think we were at a funeral or something- oh wait, we are!” He cracked up laughing, as if that was the funniest joke in the world. Perhaps it was to him- he was high as fuck.

• When Allison finally got round to checking Reginald’s study, you made no effort to warn Klaus as she crept up on him. As far as you were concerned, you owed your brother absolutely nothing. He was still refusing to tell the others of your and Ben’s presence, so it was safe to say you were more than a little pissed off at him.

• Watching him nearly jump out of his skin brought a small smile to your face, but it soon disappeared when the topic of conversation shifted to rehab. As per usual, your brother shamelessly lied about everything that had been going on and made no mention of you and Ben.

• The meeting with Allison was short lived, as Luther soon entered and ordered Klaus to leave. Of course, with Klaus being Klaus, he managed to steal a fancy looking box on the way out.

• “Do you even know what’s in that thing?” You huffed, traipsing behind him. Your brother brought the object up to his lips and gave it a theatrical kiss, “Nope!” He replied, popping the ‘P’ in an almost childish manner.

• You frowned, “So why bother stealing it? Surely you’ll get a decent amount of money from dad’s inheritance.”

• “Oh come on! Don’t start feeling sorry for that old man. He was a rotten piece of shit- we deserve this for all the pain he put us through.” Klaus almost sounded annoyed, as if he was offended by your consideration of Reginald.

• It surprised you a little how much your comment seemed to have ruffled him. “I hate him as much as you do. All I’m saying is that this stupid box might not even be worth the time- ‘specially if you’re just gonna blow all the cash on drugs again.”

• Klaus sighed dramatically, feigning upset, “Oh my dear number eight, I am offended that you would suggest that I would do something like that. Especially after what I told Allison!”

• You smiled in amusement, “Y’know, you could try and start afresh after this. Start renting out a cheap apartment. Live off dad’s money for a while whilst you look for a job- a real job. You don’t need to steal all his crap.”

•Klaus merely shrugged, “I could, but where’s the fun in that? And besides, I know if you were alive going through all the same shit as me you’d be the same.”

• You sighed, he had a good point. The two of you were birds of a feather. There was no doubt that if you hadn’t died, you would’ve ended up the same, if not worse than your brother.

• Ben cleared his throat, “We haven’t seen Diego or Viktor in years, why don’t we go talk to them instead of standing here arguing about Klaus’s kleptomania.”

• Klaus smiled, “Kleptomania, huh? That’s a big word.” You rolled your eyes, “Just ’cause you’re feeling antisocial, doesn’t mean we shouldn’t be able to see our siblings.”

• Your brother turned around to face you and spread out his arms, as if offering you something, “By all means, go ahead and find them. Who am I to stop you?”

• You glared at him in silence until he finally cracked, “Alright, fine!” He groaned in exasperation, “Which one of our dear siblings did you want to speak to first?”

• The three of you ended up going to find Diego. You’d gained a soft spot for him after finding out he had been the first to try and resuscitate you the night you had died.

• The conversation between your two brothers was painful to watch. Klaus mostly ignored you and Ben, preferring to ramble about random shit that Diego clearly didn’t care about. You wanted to strangle him.

• Eventually (much to everyone’s relief) Allison came in to inform Diego and Klaus of the meeting going on in the living area. You couldn’t help but notice the way her brows seemed slightly furrowed, as if something was worrying her.

• Apart from Klaus, everyone was seated around the oak coffee table. You and Ben left him to pour himself a drink at the bar whilst Luther began the meeting. You found it slightly difficult to concentrate with the sound of glass clinking behind you, but thankfully Klaus quickly joined you, flippantly asking about refreshments. He shot you a grin as he spoke, clearly trying to lighten your mood.

• Luther looked puzzled, “What? No, there won’t be refreshments. And put that out, you know dad didn’t allow smoking in here.”

• Klaus ignored him and sat down on the couch next to Viktor. “Well the big guy’s still pretty uptight huh,” He commented, glancing over at the empty space you were occupying.

• Luther huffed, “Listen up. There’s still some important things we need to discuss, all right?”

• You frowned, not having a single clue as to what this meeting was about. Luckily Diego was wondering the same thing. “Like what?”

• Luther turned to him, “Like the way he died.”

• “I don’t understand. I thought they said it was a heart attack.” Viktor returned. You had almost forgotten he was there beside Klaus, remaining silent up until that point.

• “Yeah- according to the coroner.”

• “Well wouldn’t they know?”

• “Theoretically…” You audibly groaned at that, earning confused glances from Ben and Klaus.

• “He’s making this way more complicated than it needs to be.” You grumbled, “Klaus, please for the love of god tell Luther to stop turning everything into such a big deal.” Your brother shook his head as a clear ‘no’ before taking a pull from his cigarette.

• “Last time I spoke to dad he sounded strange.”

• Thankfully, you weren’t the only one who thought Luther was grasping at straws. Diego was quick to interject.

• “Luther, he was a paranoid, bitter old man who was starting to lose what was left of his marbles.”

• Luther immediately shook his head, “No, he must have known something was going to happen. He’s been hiding something from us.”

• “That’s not exactly breaking news,” Diego interrupted with a not-so-subtle eye roll.

• You could tell Luther was getting irritated by this point. It put you on edge. Conflict always made you nervous, especially when Luther was involved. “Me and Allison found blueprints for a human sized freezer underneath the basement. We tried taking the elevator down but that level needs a key to access.”

• Klaus suddenly perked up, “I don’t know if this is related, but I did find a key in dad’s desk earlier.” He shrugged, “Didn’t look all that important though so I didn’t say anything.”

• You frowned, he hadn’t told you or Ben.

• From the other side of the table, Allison took a step closer. “Klaus, we need that key. There might be something inside that freezer.”

• Your brother nodded, fishing around in his pockets, “Yeah, yeah of course. Just give me a second..” He yanked his hand out, brandishing a remarkably ordinary looking key. “Ah ha! There it is. You think this is the right one?” Luther took the key from him and studied it for a moment, “Well there’s only one way to find out.”

• Within mere seconds, all of your siblings had deserted their positions in the living room and were making their way to the elevator.

• It was a little cramped inside, even with you and Ben not taking up any space. You found that your spirit was half phasing through some of your siblings, as they left no gaps big enough for you occupy.

• Luther was the one to put the key into the hole, slowly twisting it as the others watched in anticipation. The light on the keypad flashed green, before the whole box shuddered and began slowly descending.

• It took a while for you to reach the level, and with no one speaking, the seconds seemed to drag on even longer. When the elevator doors finally slid open, no one moved.

• The space before you seemed to be a corridor, stretching ahead before ending with a heavy looking iron door. Diego was first to step out, leading the others to the end of the space. He rested a hand on the handle and turned around for confirmation.

• “Are you sure we wanna know what’s in there?” He murmured, suddenly feeling apprehensive about entering.

• “It’s too late to turn back now. We need to know what’s in that room, Diego,” Allison replied firmly, taking a step closer. He nodded with a sigh and pushed open the door. You hesitated, allowing your siblings to enter before you.

• In the centre of the room there was a large, grey cylinder next to a table holding a computer. Diego peered down at it, “I’m guessing this controls it.”

• Viktor ran a hand along the side, “Guys, there’s a button here. I think it might unlock the machine.”

• Ben’s hand came down to rest on your shoulder, making you flinch at the unexpected contact. “You ok? You haven’t said much,” He asked, voice laced with concern. You just shrugged and replied, “There’s nothing for me to say that hasn’t already been said by someone else.”

• “You think we’ll find a body in there?” He asked quietly. You laughed dryly, “What, you think Reginald killed someone and hid their body in a fancy freezer?” Ben didn’t share your amusement, “It’s clearly some kind of cryogenic freezer. What else would he have been using it for?”

• “I guess we’re about to find out.” You replied, watching as Luther helped Viktor open the heavy metal door.

• Icy cold steam came gushing out, momentarily concealing the shape that lay within. You took a cautious step closer, trying to get a clearer view of it. There was definitely some kind of body in there- and a small one at that.

• You turned to Ben, “Holy shit. If that’s some dead kid I might puke.” Your brother rolled his eyes in turn, and opened his mouth to reply, but the words seemed to catch in his throat.

• “Y/n?” Your head whipped around at the sound of your name. It had been years since you had heard anyone other than Ben or Klaus mention you, so hearing Viktor’s voice caught you off guard.

• He wasn’t looking at you though. You followed the direction of Viktor’s gaze down to the freezer and inhaled sharply at the sight. It was you. The same child who had died in 2006, lying there perfectly preserved. Your skin was unusually pale- almost dull, but not entirely corpse-like.

• Diego cautiously put his hand on your shoulder, and you noticed a faint warmth in the same spot on your spirit. “Is she alive?”

• Klaus took a protective step closer to your body and shook his head. “No guys, she’s dead. She-” He hesitated, locking eyes with you before turning back to Diego, “I know she’s dead, alright. If she were alive, she wouldn’t still look sixteen. Diego ignored him and ran his hand across your shoulder and over to your pulse point. A violent shiver racked through you, earning a questioning glance from Ben. “Are you ok?” He murmured, rubbing your back.

• “I- I can feel him touching my physical body.” You watched as Diego stopped moving and held two fingers in place. The whole room fell silent as everyone waited in anticipation to hear what he had to say.

• “She’s alive.”

• Klaus locked eyes with you, “That’s not possible. I’ve spoken to her ghost, that can’t be-”

• Allison cut him off, “What do you mean you’ve spoken to her?” Her voice was sharp and accusatory.

• “I can speak to ghosts Allison!” Klaus replied in exasperation, “That includes our sister.” From beside him, Luther frowned. “Wait. You’ve been in contact with Y/n this whole time and haven’t bothered to say anything?”

• Diego sighed in frustration, “Will you guys stop arguing for five fucking minutes. We need to try and wake her up.” You stiffened slightly, suddenly hit by a surge of apprehension. Were you even ready to wake up? It had been years since you’d actually spoken to your siblings. Memories of their past cruelty after Ben’s death came flooding back to you.

• “Hey, you’ll be ok. Klaus will look after you.” You looked up and saw Ben offering you a reassuring smile. Before you could open your mouth to reply, a wave of disorientation hit, and in an instant the world around you was black.

• For a moment everything was quiet, save for a high pitched ringing in your ears. Your body felt heavier than before, and cold too. Though this sensation was different to the faint chill you had grown accustomed to. This was more of a biting frost that gnawed at your extremities.

• With great effort, you forced your eyes open. It took a moment for you to adjust to the fluorescent lighting over your head, but soon the faces of your siblings became clearer around you.

• You suddenly became aware of a hand touching your cheek. Following the arm it belonged to, you realised it was Klaus. His dark eyes stared down intensely into yours, as if he hadn’t seen you in years.

• “How are you not dead?”

• Your lips parted, but no sound escaped. Memories of old books Reginald had made you read came to the forefront of your mind, but your throat was too sore to produce any intelligible words. He had made you study astral projection a long time ago, but you hadn’t given the topic much thought since. Perhaps your father knew more about your powers than he was letting on.

• Allison’s face drifted into your view, distracting you from your thoughts. She shot Klaus a stern look before looking back down at you, “We can worry about that later. For now let’s get you warmed up.”

• Your sister pulled you out from the freezer and held your shivering form close. Klaus noticed your chattering teeth and draped his jacket over your shoulders.

• Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Luther shift, “So… should we still go ahead with the funeral?” Your siblings exchanged hesitant glances, unsure of how to proceed, when you were suddenly hit with a vision. It was only a brief flash of something. A storm, a glowing blue light, and then finally, a face you never thought you’d see again.

• The moment had been so brief that none of your siblings realised anything had happened. It was Klaus who recognised that familiar haunted expression on your face, pulling you away from Allison and holding onto your shoulders with a concerned frown. “What did you see?”

• You just shook your head slowly, “It’s not possible.”

• Klaus gently squeezed your shoulders, “You know I’ll always believe you, Y/n. I’ll have your back no matter what.” His brown eyes stared deeply into yours, with a level of intensity that you rarely saw in him anymore. “Just tell me what you saw.”

• They wouldn’t believe you- hell, you hardly believed it yourself. Yet there was no denying what you had seen. What was going to happen. You took a deep breath and turned to face the rest of your siblings, whose sole attention was on you.

• “We need to go outside. Five is coming back.”

This took wayyy longer to write than I thought it would. This is an introduction to an au idea I’ve had in my head for a long time, hence why it’s pretty disjointed.

Also I know none of the characters exhibit much ‘yandere behaviour’ in this. I will build up to it in future works (which will include Five!!) 🙏

[nchant6dkitty]

Caleb's world stopped only twice. The first time was when  he died and the second, when you grew up and forgot about him. At twelve years, you stopped being able to communicate with him. He didn't understand why or how that happened. He wasn't just an imaginary friend like you thought. He was an actual ghost. You should be able to talk and see if him if you already did. Why did it have to stop now?. When you were getting closer?. Just when you were about to be a teenager and might need him the most.

Despite his initial hurt and confusion, he still stayed by your side everyday. He couldn't help but hope that you'd one day be able to see him. For things to go back to how they used to be. For your eyes to really see him and your warm smiles to be directed at him. For you to need him for being him once more.

Caleb who watched you grow into a teenager. Oh, how fast the time changes. Even though you couldn't see him or need him anymore. He still stuck to you like a shadow. Watching you,observing you during your daily life. He learned everything he could about you. Your new little quirks, habits, hobbies and the things you liked and didn't. His little pipsqueak was growing really well but he couldn't help the sadness that he felt for not being part of your growing little world anymore. He grew up silently by your side the realms of the unseen. A teenage ghost boy who lived with you and became like an older brother you needed.

Forgot your lunch or some of your books?  He always made sure to pack it  into your bag. Cleaning up your messy room and arranging the disorganized stuff when you were away or out.

He always made sure the fridge and the pantry had the snacks and the food supplies you needed. You always thought it was your parents who bought them so you never wondered about it. You fell asleep on the couch?. You'd find yourself waking up in bed the next morning. Couldn't find something you were looking for?. He used his abilities to bring the item out for you and you'd find it again the next moment you checked. You could've sworn it wasn't there before though but oh, well.

Caleb who felt proud that you studied hard but always wished you took it easy on yourself. You were always hard on yourself. Your perfectionist tendencies making you want to do your best but you also beat yourself up when you failed at something or did a mistake. Your overthinking mind haunting quite often and he wished you wouldn't do so too much.

He got worried when he started noticing how you sometimes didn't take care of yourself. You skipped meals, didn't sleep well enough or drink enough water. You either slept too much or too little, staying up late and being tired in the morning. You locked yourself up and stayed in your room longer, bed rotting whenever you could. He noticed your mood swings and your depression and anxiety you tried to cope with and conceal. He got angry when your parents called you lazy and scolded or said unkind words to you instead of supporting or trying to understand you and his heart ached when he watched how your mood worsened or how you silently cried about it. When he followed you outside, he noticed your social anxiety. By now, he could read you like an open book. Knowing how you felt even when you said nothing and could easily read your unspoken words.

Caleb scared off the first guy you brought home behind your parent's back. The boy avoided you or coming to your house after. Pretty sure, he thought your house was haunted. Well, he wasn't wrong either. He didn't like it when other guys tried to get too close. He made it his mission to get rid of the trashy boys  and fish out fake friends around you and succeeded. He was relieved when you made a few genuine friends who supported you though. At least they'd be more helpful than his invisible self who couldn't do much for you.

Ghost Caleb. Who couldn't help but notice how his attraction for you also grew as years passed and so did ache in his chest. How beautiful you'd grown to become and how other boys saw it too. If you could hear some of the things they whispered and talked about. Though some things he heard made him want to rip out the tongue of some of them and blind them for life. Such scum were not allowed within your circle or radius any day.

Caleb who one day walked through your walls to check up on you as usual, you had been your room for hours and he was shocked to walked in on you changing. You were in nothing but your underwear as you searched through the closet, singing the song you were playing aloud with your phone, oblivious to him as usual. He suddenly found time slowing down, his eyes taking in your exposed skin and body with wide eyes before he quickly teleported out. His face and ears flushed and heart hammering in his chest as he run his hand through his hair "Goddamn it, pipsqueak"

Ghost Caleb. Who couldn't help it when his gaze lingered on your curves,  falling in love with you silently as he stayed by your side. He craved the warmth of your body and your touch. Who missed you with every passing day. Even though you were always with him. Or rather- He was always with you. He missed you laughing and talking with him directly. He missed how you mentioned his name so warmly and held him close when you needed it. His world had become lonely. He became an unknown boy in your fast paced world. A boy who lost the person who made his bland life a little warmer and brighter. Why couldn't you see him?. Couldn't you see how much he needed you?. How much he ached for you? 

Ghost Caleb who comforted you on your bad days and whispered sweet nothings into your ear as you cried on the bedroom or bathroom floor, in bed silently at night . You couldn't hear him or feel him but at least he could do this much for you. He hoped his care for you would at least be felt even if he was invisible. He was like the voice in your head that whispered the encouraging words, the little gentle voice that helped you look on the positive side, to remind you that you weren't alone and pick yourself back up after breaking down and shedding tears. His heart ached when he noticed how your smile didn't reach your eyes sometimes, how you skillfully hid your pain behind a mask. How you easily hid your vulnerabilities from those around you.

Ghost Caleb. Who liked to touch you or hold you whenever he could. The only sign of you feeling his touch was the sudden shiver that run through your body and the sudden goosebumps on your skin. He cuddles with you and held you every time you slept, craving the warmth only you could give him.

Ghost Caleb who watched you with jealousy as you began dating stupid boys in highschool. He felt jealous of the pathetic boys you had a crush on or dated. They never deserved you or were never worthy of you. He did his best to ruin your dates at the beginning or when you brought them home. Sometimes he succeeded, other times what he did indirectly made you and those boys get closer. He couldn't help but feel euphoric when you broke up with them, but then felt guilty when he saw how crushed you become and hated how much you cried for them. He wanted to ruin the horrible exes  that made you cry and toss you aside. Those trash who cheated or played with your feelings. He followed you when you often went outside. Giving death glares to men who catcalled you on the streets. Playing tricks on boys who tried to approach you to stop them from coming near you. He'd make their pants fall down their feet, trip them when they approached, tie their shoelaces together and anything amusing he could think of. The more embarrassing, the better. And he mischievously enjoyed messing with them. He felt even better when such times could earn a laugh from you or when talked about those amusing incidents with your friends.

Part 2.!! Thanks for likes of the first part. This is my first time writing a ff here or sharing but I'll do my best. Feedback, re blogs and comments are appreciated. Thanks for reading and enjoy.

[omgkatherine01]

Can I request a one shot between aged up Neteyam x fem!reader na'vi where they are best friends since childhood and Neteyam is jealous that the reader is talking to other young men, and they want her. She and Neteyam confessing to each other that they have feelings to one another.

Mine (Neteyam x Female Na'vi Reader)

Pairing: Neteyam x Fem!reader Na'vi

Masterlist (requests are currently open for now)

Note: An old request, sorry it took a while to get to it.

Warnings: Smut!

You and Neteyam have been best friends since you were little. Born only a few days apart, your parents always been around each other, so you and Neteyam were always around each other as well.

As you both grew up, you two became best friends, hardly separating from each other. Where ever one goes, the other follows.

Neteyam's parents had always treated you like their own, and his siblings had always considered you as their sister. You were part of Neteyam's family, and he was part of yours.

And as the two of you grew to the age of 16, both your mother and Neytiri started to see signs of a shift in their kids' relationship. Long looks, light touches, the female blushing on small compliments from the male.

Those were different feelings now.

Not that they would complain, both your parents and Neteyam's had hoped for one day when a mate to be picked for both of you, it will be the two of you together and not apart.

Time went on, and as it did, Neteyam grew annoyed when the young males in the village would start to notice your beauty and warrior skill. You weren't the only one who changed, he did as well, he grew more handsome and the females in the village didn't hesitated to show their want for the future Olo'eyktan of the Omaticaya Clan.

But Neteyam had eyes only for you.

And you had eyes only for him.

Yet both of you kept your feelings for each other deep inside.

Until you both reached to age 19.

Neteyam watched from afar as you laughed with a group of young Na'vi hunters, his jaw clenching involuntarily. Though you had been best friends since childhood, lately he found himself consumed by unfamiliar feelings of jealousy whenever other men were near you.

As the hunters departed, you noticed Neteyam and bounded over, your eyes bright. "There you are! I was looking for you earlier."

Were you?" he asked, unable to keep a hint of bitterness from his voice. "You seemed occupied."

You tilted your head, studying him. "Neteyam, what's wrong? You've been acting strangely lately."

He sighed, "Nothing."

You frowned, unconvinced. "I know you better than that. Something's bothering you."

Neteyam hesitated, his golden eyes searching your face. You thought maybe it will be better you two to talk in a more private area, "Let's go somewhere more private," you suggested softly, taking Neteyam's hand. He nodded, allowing you to lead him into the dense forest surrounding the village.

As you walked in silence, you could feel the tension radiating from Neteyam. Your heart raced, wondering what could be troubling your closest friend so deeply. Finally, you reached a secluded clearing bathed in bioluminescent light.

Turning to face him, you spoke gently, "Please, Neteyam. Tell me what's on your mind."

He took a deep breath, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that made you shiver. "I can't stand seeing you with other men," he confessed, his voice low and husky. "The way they look at you, the way you smile at them… it drives me crazy."

Your eyes widened in surprise. "Neteyam, are you… jealous?" you asked softly, hardly daring to hope.

He nodded, his gaze dropping to the ground. "I know I shouldn't be. You're my best friend, and I should be happy for you. But I can't help it. The thought of you with someone else…" He trailed off, clenching his fists.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you stepped closer to him. "Neteyam, look at me," you whispered. When his golden eyes met yours again, you saw vulnerability there that took your breath away. "You have nothing to be jealous of. Those other men mean nothing to me."

"They don't?" he asked, hope flickering in his eyes.

You shook your head, gathering your courage. "No. Because… because my heart already belongs to someone else."

Neteyam's breath caught in his throat. "Who?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You reached out, gently cupping his face in your hands. "You, Neteyam. It's always been you."

His eyes widened in disbelief, then softened with emotion. "Y/N," he breathed, pulling you closer. "I've wanted to tell you for so long, but I was afraid of ruining our friendship."

"I was afraid too," you admitted, your fingers tracing the luminescent patterns on his skin. "But I can't hide my feelings anymore. I love you, Neteyam."

"I love you too," he murmured, leaning in until his forehead rested against yours. "More than I ever thought possible."

Your eyes fluttered closed as Neteyam's lips finally met yours in a tender kiss.

The kiss deepened as years of unspoken longing poured out between you. Neteyam's strong arms encircled your waist, pulling you flush against his body. Your fingers tangled in his hair, reveling in its silky texture.

When you finally broke apart, breathless, Neteyam gazed at you with such adoration it made your heart soar. "I never want to let you go," he murmured, nuzzling your neck.

"Then don't," you whispered back, tilting your head to give him better access.

His lips trailed along your collarbone, sending shivers down your spine. "Y/N," he breathed against your skin, "I want to bond with you… to make you mine in every way."

You pulled back slightly to meet his eyes, seeing the desire burning there. "I want that too," you admitted.

Your heart raced as Neteyam's hands roamed your body, igniting sparks of pleasure wherever they touched. You pulled him closer, savoring the feeling of his strong form pressed against yours. His lips found yours again in a passionate kiss that left you breathless. You pulled away from his lips, and without breaking eye contact, you reached for his queue, gently bringing it forward. Neteyam's breath hitched as he understood your intention.

"Are you sure?" he asked softly, his voice thick with emotion.

You nodded, a smile playing at your lips. "I've never been more certain of anything."

With reverent care, Neteyam took your queue in his hands. The tendrils began to glow and intertwine as you brought them together. As the neural connection formed, you gasped at the intensity of sensations and emotions flowing between you. It was like nothing you had ever experienced--every touch amplified, every feeling shared.

Neteyam pulled you close, claiming your lips in a passionate kiss. You melted into Neteyam's embrace as waves of pleasure and emotion washed over you through your neural connection. His hands roamed your body with newfound urgency, igniting sparks of desire everywhere they touched. You gasped as he lowered you gently onto the soft forest floor, his body covering yours.

"You're so beautiful," Neteyam murmured, his eyes drinking in the sight of you beneath him. His fingers traced the luminescent patterns on your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

You pulled him down for another searing kiss, reveling in the feeling of his solid form pressed against you. Through your bond, you could feel his love and desire mingling with your own, creating an intoxicating blend of sensation.

Slowly, reverently, you began to explore each other's bodies. Every caress, every kiss was amplified tenfold through your neural connection. You could feel the heat radiating from his skin, the way his hands moved with both tenderness and urgency as they traced your curves, igniting a fire within you that burned brighter with each touch.

"Neteyam," you breathed, your voice barely a whisper as his lips traveled down your neck. The sensation sent tremors through your body, and you instinctively arched into him, encouraging his exploration.

He paused for a moment, looking up to meet your gaze. "Are you sure you want this?" he asked, his golden eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation. The sincerity in his voice made your heart swell.

You nodded, a smile breaking across your face. "I want you--only you."

With a look of pure determination, he captured your lips once more, deepening the kiss as if to claim you entirely. His hands found their way to the hem of your garment, gently lifting it away to reveal your skin to the cool night air. Every caress was like a spark igniting a flame, and you shivered at the sensation, feeling both vulnerable and utterly cherished.

Neteyam's eyes darkened with desire as he took in your form, the bioluminescent hues dancing across your skin. He traced the soft curves of your waist, marveling at how perfect you felt beneath his hands. With each touch, he communicated his reverence for you, the depth of his feelings whispering through every caress.

"You are so beautiful," he murmured again, his voice low and filled with awe. The intensity of his gaze made your cheeks flush as you smiled back at him, your heart racing in tandem with the rhythm of the forest around you.

As if sensing your eagerness, Neteyam leaned down to press his lips to yours once more, kissing you deeply as he shifted between your legs. You reveled in the sensation of him nestled against you, the warmth radiating from his body mingling perfectly with the cool night air. You could feel the electricity crackling between you, a potent mix of longing and adoration.

As the kiss deepened, he shifted his body closer, his warmth enveloping you completely. Your hands roamed over his back, feeling the taut muscles beneath his skin, every movement igniting a fire within you that demanded more. You wanted to explore every inch of him, to understand how someone could evoke such intense feelings.

Neteyam pulled back slightly, his breath mingling with yours, both of you intoxicated by the moment. "Are you ready?" he asked, vulnerability lacing his tone as he searched your eyes for confirmation.

You nodded fervently, your heart racing. "I am. I want this. I want us."

With that silent agreement hanging in the air, Neteyam's lips found yours again, but this time there was an urgency that sent ripples of anticipation throughout your body. He trailed kisses down your jawline and across your collarbone, each touch igniting a wildfire of sensation that surged through you. Your hands tangled in his hair, urging him closer as he explored the delicate curves of your body with a reverence that made you feel cherished.

Neteyam's kisses trailed lower, and you gasped as his warm breath fanned across your skin. His fingers danced along your sides, leaving a trail of fire that made your heart race. You felt alive in a way you had never experienced before, every nerve ending heightening with anticipation. The forest around you fell silent, as if nature itself was holding its breath for what was about to unfold.

He paused for a moment, his eyes locking onto yours, filled with a mixture of love and fierce desire. "Y/N," he murmured, his voice raw with emotion. "I want to make this moment last forever."

Your heart swelled at his words, and you nodded earnestly, feeling an overwhelming sense of belonging wash over you. He leaned down to capture your lips again. The kiss deepened, transforming into a tender promise wrapped in passion. With every gentle caress and heated breath, you could feel the connection between you solidify into something sacred.

As his kisses traveled lower, tracing the curves of your body, heat surged through you in waves. You gasped at the sensations flooding your senses--each brush of his lips felt like magic, igniting a trail of yearning that pulsed beneath your skin.

"Y/N," he murmured against your collarbone, sending shivers down your spine. "You’re everything I have ever wanted." His words held sincere weight, each syllable imbued with love and desire.

You felt a rush of warmth at his admission, and the vulnerability in his voice made your heart race. "And you’re everything I’ve ever wanted too, Neteyam," you breathed, your fingers brushing against his cheek.

He brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, and his fingers lingered against your skin, igniting a trail of goosebumps.His voice was barely above a whisper as he spoke again, "You know we’re not just two souls in this moment. We’re bound by our families, our duties…"

You nodded, feeling the weight of those responsibilities pressing down but somehow lighter in the warmth of his presence. "I know," you replied, your voice steady, "But right now, all I can think about is us."

Neteyam’s expression softened, and he leaned closer, so close that you could feel the cool air between you warm with a newfound intimacy. "Then let’s not waste this moment. Let’s make it ours."

With that, he kissed you again, his lips molding perfectly against yours, a fusion of need and tenderness that took your breath away. Every kiss was a promise, a declaration of the love that had flourished between you for so long but had just now bloomed into something tangible.

As he kissed you deeper, you could feel the world around you dissolve further—leaves rustled in the breeze, bioluminescent flowers pulsed gently with an ethereal glow, and the distant sounds of the forest transformed into a melodic backdrop for your moment. Everything felt alive, vibrant with the energy of your connection.

Neteyam’s hands trailed down your sides as he pressed his body closer, creating an intimate cocoon of warmth. You gasped softly as his fingers brushed over your skin, igniting sparks that traveled through you like lightning. His touch was both gentle and electrifying, as if he was crafting a masterful painting on the canvas of your body.

"Y/N," he breathed, looking down at you with eyes full of love and desire.

He captured your lips in another searing kiss, deepening the connection between you two. The world outside ceased to exist; it was just the two of you in this sacred space beneath the stars. As the kiss lingered, his hands found their way back to your waist, his fingers splaying possessively on your hips—a declaration that you were his and he was yours.

Time seemed to stand still as he trailed hot kisses along your jaw and down your neck, every sensation sending waves of warmth radiating through you. You couldn't help but arch into him, inviting him closer as his lips traveled lower, igniting a fire within you that left you breathless. His hands roamed down your body, pulling you closer as you something touch you below, a warmth that sent shivers of anticipation coursing through your veins. It was as if every nerve in your body was awakening to the sensations he was creating, each caress igniting a deeper yearning within you.

"Neteyam," you whispered, your voice trembling with a mix of anticipation and desire. The world around you faded even further as he became your sole focus.

His breath caught at the sound of your voice, and he paused, looking up to meet your gaze. The intensity in his golden eyes reflected a swirling mix of emotions--passion, tenderness, and an unspoken question that hung heavy in the air between you.

"Are you sure?" he asked again, his voice husky, filled with concern and longing. The weight of the moment pressed down on both of you, a delicate balance between desire and vulnerability.

You nodded slowly, feeling embers of courage ignite within your heart. "Yes," you breathed, the word coming out as a soft affirmation. "I want this… with you."

A flicker of relief washed over his face, and in that moment, all doubt dissipated like mist under the rising sun. He leaned closer, brushing his lips against yours once more--a teasing caress that set your pulse racing. Then, those lips moved lower, trailing kisses down your neck, igniting a fire that left you gasping for air.

You felt him starting to push into you below, and a rush of exhilaration mixed with nervousness surged through your veins.

With gentle care, he began to push deeper into you, the sensations overwhelming yet exhilarating. You surrendered to him completely, your body arching to meet his every movement. The world around you faded away--leaves whispered above as the stars twinkled like ancient spirits bearing witness to your union. Every rustle of the wind seemed to resonate with your heartbeats, a symphony composed just for the two of you.

Neteyam's touch was both tender and fervent, as if he were exploring uncharted territory with reverence and awe. He paused for a moment, his golden eyes searching yours for any hint of hesitation. In that brief silence, you felt the weight of the moment--a sacred bond forming in the stillness between breaths.

"Are you okay?" he whispered, his voice low and filled with warmth and concern.

You nodded, your heart pounding in response to the sincerity in his gaze, "Yes," you breathed out.

With that affirmation, he pressed forward once more, moving with a gentle rhythm that sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, and you let out a moan. Each connection felt electric, igniting a fire within that consumed all thoughts of the outside world. It was as if time itself had bent to your will, leaving only the two of you in this cocoon of warmth and intimacy. You could feel the energy between you intensifying, weaving a tapestry of love that intertwined every heartbeat.

Every movement he made was careful yet passionate, each thrust drawing you closer to a blissful edge. The way his body moved against yours sent shivers of pleasure radiating from where you connected. With every rhythmic push and pull, your breaths mingled in soft gasps and sighs that echoed through the night, punctuating the intimate silence of the forest around you.

"Y/N," he breathed, his voice laced with desire and reverence. “You feel so perfect.” His words wrapped around you like a warm embrace, igniting flames of passion deep within your core.

The sensations built within you--each moment was a crescendo of bliss, and you felt yourself surrendering completely to the connection between your hearts and bodies. In those fleeting seconds, there was no world beyond this clearing, no responsibilities or expectations, just you and Neteyam, entwined in a dance of intimacy that felt like it had been destined for lifetimes. Each sigh, each moan exchanged was a testament to the bond you shared--a connection that transcended mere friendship and blossomed into something deeper, more profound.

As he moved with you in perfect harmony, the rhythm of your bodies aligned like the heartbeat of Pandora itself, synchronizing with the gentle sway of the trees overhead. The forest pulsed around you, a living entity that celebrated your union, highlighting the beauty of the moment with bioluminescent flowers illuminating the night.

"Together," Neteyam murmured against your skin, his voice thick with emotion. "Always together." It was as if he was pouring his soul into each word, sealing promises that lingered in the air between your heated breaths.

"Always," you echoed back breathlessly, your heart soaring at the sincerity radiating from him.

As Neteyam's rhythm quickened, each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you. You could feel the tension building within, a delicious pressure that urged you toward the precipice of ecstasy. The connection between you deepened with every shared breath, igniting a fire that burned brightly within the core of your being.

"Just like this," he murmured, his voice a husky whisper as he pressed his forehead against yours, his golden eyes filled with an intensity that made you shiver. "That's it."

You moaned, the sound reverberating through the clearing, echoing the raw intensity of your shared moment. Neteyam's gaze locked onto yours, fueling the fire that burned brightly between you as his movements grew more urgent, a dance choreographed by years of unspoken desire.

As the waves of pleasure crashed over you, you felt yourself spiraling into a blissful abyss, every nerve ending igniting with each pulse of his body against yours. Time ceased to matter as your world narrowed down to this moment, the two of you intertwined beneath the soft glow of the bioluminescent flora. Your heart raced in tandem with his movements, each thrust driving you closer to the edge.

"Y/N," he gasped, his breath mingling with yours as he leaned down to capture your lips again. The kiss was desperate and fervent, a mingling of your breaths that felt like the very essence of life itself. You could feel him drawing from your shared energy, both of you wholly consumed by the intensity of your connection.

You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him deeper as a wave of pleasure washed over you. It was as though Pandora herself was rejoicing in your union, the sounds of the forest--chirps and rustles--creating an ethereal symphony that played just for you, amplifying the sensations that coursed through your bodies.

The world around you dissolving into a mosaic of colors and sensations as waves of ecstasy crashed over you like a tidal wave. You felt every fiber of your being pulse with the intensity of the moment, a symphony of shared breath and whispered names echoing in the stillness of the forest.

Neteyam's golden eyes shone with a fierceness that mirrored the love swelling within you. His hands tightened around your waist, anchoring you to him as he poured every ounce of his soul into that singular moment. It felt as though time itself had stopped, allowing space for this union to take root in both your hearts—an undeniable connection that transcended words.

"Y/N," he murmured after the waves receded, his voice husky and laden with emotion. He brushed his thumb across your cheek, as if grounding himself in reality after the euphoria. "That was… everything."

You smiled softly, still catching your breath. "It was."

The forest glowed softly around you, the bioluminescent flora twinkling as if celebrating your union. You could feel the weight of the moment settling in, wrapping around you both like a warm embrace. Neteyam's fingers traced gentle patterns on your skin, grounding you in the aftermath of such intimate bliss.

"You mean everything to me," he said, his golden eyes reflecting a mixture of awe and tenderness. "I never want to let this go."

Your heart swelled at his words, and you leaned in, resting your forehead against his. "You won’t have to. We’re bound now--by our hearts, by our families… by everything we’ve shared."

He smiled, a slow, radiant smile that lit up his entire face. "I want to take care of you, Y/N. Always."

You looked back into his eyes, feeling the sincerity of his promise wash over you like a comforting tide. "And I will stand by your side, through everything. You're my heart, Neteyam."

He nodded, a sense of understanding passing between you that needed no words. He caressed your cheek, leaning over to kiss you with a tenderness that made your heart flutter once more. The kiss was a gentle reminder of the bond you had forged, a promise sealed with the warmth of his lips against yours.

[sturniololuvz]

Hii can you do a sturniolo sister fic where they are all together in the mall and a big crowd of people notice them and she starts freaking out or smth like that?

Yess i can ! enjoyyyy🩷

“A Day at the Mall with the Sturniolo Triplets”

Sturniolos x sister reader

Warnings: crying , that’s it rlly.

It was a bright Saturday afternoon when the Sturniolo triplets—Nick, Matt, and Chris—decided to take their four-year-old little sister, Y/N, to the mall. She had been talking nonstop about getting a new stuffed animal, and since their parents were busy, the brothers thought it would be fun to take her out for the day.

Y/N was beyond excited, skipping between them as they walked through the entrance of the mall. She held Chris’s hand tightly, her tiny fingers wrapped around his as she beamed up at him.

“I wanna get a pink bear!” she announced, her eyes lighting up at the thought.

“A pink bear, huh?” Matt chuckled, ruffling her hair. “That’s pretty specific. But I think we can make it happen.”

Nick smirked, nudging Chris. “I bet she’s gonna end up picking out five different animals before deciding.”

Chris laughed. “Yeah, I give it ten minutes before she changes her mind.”

Y/N pouted. “Nuh-uh! I know what I want!”

The triplets exchanged amused glances as they made their way toward the toy store. The mall was moderately busy, people chatting and walking around with shopping bags, but nothing too crazy. For a while, everything was perfect. Y/N picked out a pink teddy bear just like she wanted, hugging it close to her chest as she grinned up at her brothers.

Then, as they left the store and began heading toward the food court, it happened.

A group of teenage girls across the way suddenly gasped and pointed. “Oh my god! It’s the Sturniolo Triplets!”

Chris stiffened. “Oh no.”

Within seconds, more and more fans noticed them, whispering excitedly before rushing toward them. The sound of voices grew louder, people calling out their names, pulling out their phones, and trying to get their attention.

“Nick! Chris! Matt! Can we get a picture?”

“I love you guys so much!”

“OMG, it’s really them!”

The crowd quickly became overwhelming, pressing in closer and surrounding them. Fans were snapping pictures, some even reaching out to touch their arms.

Chris suddenly felt a tiny tug on his shirt. He looked down to see Y/N, her big eyes filled with fear as she clutched onto his sleeve tightly.

“Chris… it’s too loud,” she whimpered.

Without a second thought, Chris scooped her up into his arms. She immediately buried her face in his neck, her small body trembling as the crowd continued to grow. The flashing cameras and all the shouting were too much for her, and before long, soft sniffles turned into quiet sobs.

Matt and Nick noticed right away.

“Hey guys, listen,” Matt called out, trying to stay calm, but his voice was firm. “We love you all, but we need a little space right now.”

Nick nodded, placing a protective hand on Chris’s back as they started moving toward the exit. “Yeah, you’re kinda scaring our little sister. Please, just give us some room.”

Some of the fans hesitated, realizing what was happening. A few lowered their phones, looking guilty, but others kept shouting their names.

Y/N’s cries grew louder as she gripped onto Chris’s hoodie. “I wanna go home,” she sobbed.

That was all it took for the triplets to make a decision.

“Alright, we’re leaving,” Chris said, holding Y/N tightly as he pushed forward. “Sorry, guys, but we gotta go.”

Nick and Matt flanked his sides, creating a barrier as they maneuvered through the crowd. It was difficult, but eventually, they made it to the exit. Once outside, the fresh air was a relief, but Y/N was still crying softly against Chris’s shoulder.

Chris kissed the top of her head as they reached the car. “It’s okay, peanut. We’re safe now.”

Matt quickly opened the car door while Nick helped Chris get Y/N into her car seat. She was still sniffing, her face red and teary as Chris buckled her in.

“I didn’t like that,” she murmured, rubbing her eyes.

“I know, baby,” Chris said gently. “I’m so sorry. We didn’t know that was gonna happen.”

Nick handed her the pink teddy bear, brushing her hair back. “Here, cuddle your bear, okay? We’re gonna go home now.”

Y/N nodded weakly, hugging the stuffed animal to her chest. As they drove home, her sniffles slowly faded, replaced by deep breaths as she calmed down.

Chris glanced back at her in the rearview mirror, his heart aching a little. “You feeling better, peanut?”

She nodded sleepily. “Yeah… but I don’t wanna go to the mall again.”

The triplets chuckled softly.

“Fair enough,” Matt said. “Next time, we’ll just buy you a pink bear online.”

And with that, the four of them drove home, ready to put the chaotic day behind them.

[fanartlover1234]

A PUT TOGETHER MESS

Mattheo and Y/n broke up in 3rd year and Y/n left to study elsewhere but when she comes back she is completely different

MATTHEO X F!READER

3rd YEAR

"Are you kidding me??" Y/n yelled annoyed as she caught Mattheo flirting with yet another girl after he stood her up for her date.

"C'mon babe, dont be like that" he said taking her hand " y'know i love you" he said a smile on his face droping when he saw her stone cold face.

She was 14 and would probablu fall to her knees for that smile but this time she was done, she had wanted to explain to him that she had to leave, thats why she suggested this date.

"No, im done and you dont love me" she said slaping his hand away from her " you love the idea of me, you love the idea that im always there when you want it"

She said before walking away.

The very next day she left.

"Pansy, where is Y/n?" He asked Y/n best friend stoping her chatter with Astoria.

"Why would i care?"

"She left today, she changed schools because of her parents" Astoria explained as the boy's face grew pale in shock and fear as he might never see her again.

7th YEAR

Over the past years everyone could see how Mattheo had changed , his grades sliped and he himself was playing girls left and right, his heart had become cold amd his face rarely showed something other than a smirk or a stone cold face.

Y/n on the other hand became different, her usual shy nature became more open over the years even if the first year after the break up was hard.

"What gossip are you both going 'bout now?" Lorenzo asked Pansy and Astoria as they chatted about some person again.

"You guys dont know?" Astoria asked as the biys sat down, Mattheo pulled out some cigarette before lighting it.

"Enlighten us" He said rolling his eyes as he took a drag of smoke.

"Y/n is coming back, she is-"

"Wait wait wait" Theodore said " Mattheos Y/n?" He asked them.

"Well she is not really his but yeah" Astoria said as she looked at Theo.

"Nuh uh, everyone know Y/n is Mattheos girl even if they are not together" Lorenzo said leaning back before the door to the common room opened up and Y/ns voice filled the room as she spoke on the phone catching the attention of Mattheo.

Her hair was longer and darker and her looks had just changed and her personality as well.

She put her phone on the jeans pocket before Astoria went up to the girl.

"Hey girl, made sure you are across from me and Pansy" she said to the girl, handing her a key to her room.

"Thanks, Tori" she said taking the and making her way up.

-september-

During september, Mattheo learned a lot about Y/n from Astorias and Pansys big mouths thay never shut up about her.

From what he heard she hasn't changed much, just gained the confidence she needed and changed a lot in her looks earning a lot of guys attention.

For Y/n it was weird since most classed for them were together but she tried not to pay attention to him or well the facts that he still caused her to feel thing no other guy has ever made her feel.

His smirk when he caught her staring at him, or the small chuckle when she tried to cover up her pink cheeks or when she made a snappy comment at him.

-oktober-

Halloween party, Y/ns black dress and high heels caught not only Mattheos eyes but also half the party boys eyes as the girl danced her hip moving.

She flinched a little feeling a pair of cold hands through her dress on her hips making her turn around.

"Mattheo?" God her saying his name made him want to take here right then and there "get off" she said her voice sounding like a whisper over the loud music as she tried to peal his hands off her but to no avail his grip on her was strong but not enough to bruise her.

"C'mon, dove, we both know you still want me as much as i do " he said pulling her closer to him their faces inches apart from eachother before Pansy pulled Y/n back telling her something.

When Y/n turned around to scold Mattheo he was gone already, her mind going blank as she grabed a random boy kissing him.

The boy kissed her back, sloppy and bad kiss but it took her mind off, nope take that back, it didnt work his hands were warm and uncomfortable while Mattheos cold and always braught her joy, his touch felt like fire while Mattheos touch made her want to lit herself un fire with the passion he gave her, his hair was short amd straight oh how she missed Mattheos curls.

She pulled back suddenly, before her stood Mattheo his smirk on his face as he looked at her.

"Mattheo" she said.

"Mattheo? Im dean" Mattheo said.

"Huh" she said shaking her face and for a fact Mattheo wasnt even near her, before her stood Dean who she has flying class with.

Y/n left him there making her way into some random room, going into a bubble of quief from the party.

The bathroom door opened and she saw Mattheo his fancy pants thay he always wore, no shirt there.

Her eyes traveled down on his abs, god he looked like a god now.

He looked good then but now.

He cleared his throat and she looked up at him as she started to ramble an apology to him as she reached for a handle as he came closer to her, grabing the door handle traping her in the room.

"Matt"

"Dove, you wanted to see me naked you could have just asked" he said a smirk on his face as he watched her.

"I dont, i didnt" she stumbled over her words as she looked anywhere but him.

He grabed her moving her to be infront of his bed.

"I hate you"

"Oh im sure you do" he said kissing her neck before steping back a little.

"Strip" he said.

"I hate you, Mattheo, you"

"i said strip" he said again.

Before she registered it she was already out of her dress.

She took off her underwear, leanig down to take her heels " leave them on" he said.

He leaned down taking her clothes and sitting by a window placing them on the window sill as he sat down.

"Matt"

"You say you hate me yet your dripping wet, naked and obey like a whore" he said.

She looked down.

"On your knees" he said and she slowly did "look at me and crawl here"

She did but she felt so humiliated by him she when she sat on her knees before him.

Long story short they fucked hard.

-november-

It was getting chilly outside as november steped up to replace the warm weather as the night became longer.

Y/n was sitting outside reading a book, she liked the cool air as a flyer was placed down by Pansy.

"Hogwarts hosting the yule ball, we have to go to it"

"Pansy, no" she said closing the book as she looked at the girl.

"C'mon it will be fun, a good way to rub Mattheos nerves" she said singing the last part earning a smile from the girl as she said yes and soon enough dress was on her bed, haid neatly done and make up sparkly as December dance came up in few hours.

Y/n made her way into the ball room, her eyes looking at the figures dancing and a few hours in she, Pansy and Astoria were dancing as well they spun around in joy as she laughed around.

Mattheo had seen her, admired her as his date kept talking, her voice fell silent as he looked at Y/n.

Her hair tied up and her make up sparkly, her green dress enchanting her beauty as she laughed with some friends.

Her eyes met his, her laugh stoping her smile still soft as she looled at him before Astoria got her attention again.

She was back, they had fucked, he knew she still loved him but most of all he was crazy about her now, he was in love, his face went sad as he remembered all those times he treated her badly, he loved her and he lost her.

He looked at her, now he was sure who she was, she was drifferent yet same from who she was those years ago.

She was life it self.

Wild and free.

Wonderfully chaotic.

She was a perfectly put together mess.

She was a girl you regret losing.

So he wont, he said sorry to his date before making his way to Y/n taking her bridal style in his hands and carrying her.

Soon they reached his room, Y/n long gave up trying to get out of his hands.

He placed her down softly.

"Let me go" she said when be stood before the door.

"Im not making that mistake again" he said to her " i love you Y/n, i shouldn't have been such a jerk those years ago" he said before kissing her.

She kissed him back, cutting the tension between them since the halloween party.

Mattheo

Mattheo

Mattheo

Mattheo

Mattheo

Her mind was racing, his name going in circles over and over as the kiss deepened.

She is a girl you regret losing, so he didnt and will make sure he never does

[cherriegyuu]

Ahhh since Willow has reached it's conclusion, how bout we get a one year anniversary, where they announce they're finally going to be parents and its the first familial ceremony where they're actually in love and meant for each other!?

hi!! thank you so much for requesting, i hope you enjoy it

pairing: seungcheol x fem!reader

genre: fluff, just them loving each othe

word count: 1.1k

summary: seungcheol always knew that he was going to marry you, but things only get harder once he does (or in which seungcheol is just really dumb and doesn't know how to show his feelings)

part one | part two | part three (final)

It was a sight to be held, honestly. And probably one of your favorite in the world. 

Over the years, mornings became one of your favorite times of the day. You had never been an early riser, and mornings for you were merely the time you woke. 3 pm? Still morning, if you just woke up, didn't matter what the clock and people said. Even so, waking up was one of your favorite moments. There was nothing quite like opening your eyes to the sight of your husband sprawled on the other side of the bed, lips almost in a pout, hair all over the place, and a serene look on his face. 

There was nothing like it in the world. 

You reached for the tattoo on his back, tracing it with the tip of your fingers, lightly urging him to wake up in the most delicate way you could. 

Three years before, when you decided to give your marriage with Seungcheol a chance, you didn't expect it to be like this. You thought that you would grow feelings for him, of course. The two of you were set to be by each other's side for the rest of your lives. You expected to develop some kind of friendship and, to some degree, intimacy with him. 

But Seungcheol filled you with love and finally a sense of belonging that you never felt before. The two of you had, definitely, come a long way since getting married. Life with Seungcheol was everything you ever wanted. The love you always dreamed of. The king of love that only seemed possible in the silly romantic comedies you used to watch, was now one that you got to live. 

And as time went by and memories of your childhood and adolescence came back to surface on your mind while talking with him, you finally realized that you too, had a crush on him back then. Your feelings weren’t as strong as his but that was only because you never allowed yourself to. However, it had been there the whole time, just waiting for an opportunity to flourish.

“Hi, sleepy head” you whispered once you noticed that Seungcheol finally started to wake up.

Seungcheol gave the most gorgeous smile, half awake, still half sleep, as he pulled you closer to him, until your body was flushed against his.

“For how long did we sleep?”

You reached for his phone on the nightstand.

“Around 14 hours, it’s 6 pm”

Seungcheol hummed and buried his face in your neck, inhaling deeply. The day before you had attended Seokmin’s wedding and just like any party Seokmin was involved, it got carried well into the night so it was safe to say that the two of you were beyond tired. Fourteen hours of sleep sounded and felt justifiable. 

“I could sleep for a few more hours,” he said. 

His warm breath made your skin tingle a little, and as if that wasn’t enough he started to place small kisses on your neck. 

"But I'm hungry" you whispered.

He pulled on top of him, your legs now straddling his hips. Seungcheol’s lips grew needier on your neck, slowly climbing up towards your lips. For a second, you allowed him to kiss you, enjoying the warmth of his body against yours, the feel of his hands on your waist.

"Not this kind of hungry" you laughed while pulling back, squishing his cheeks with your fingers tips.

Seungcheol sighed dramatically.

"We could use some real food, I guess"

Seungcheol watched you in complete horror. The pan with rice and eggs on the stove was completely forgotten. There was no way you would actually eat that.

"Don't we usually eat dessert after eating dinner?"

He couldn't even call that thing dessert, it was some kind of monstrosity that only an insane mind could come up with.

He started dinner preparations while you took a shower and was surprised when you walked into the kitchen and pulled ice cream from the freezer. If it had been just the ice cream it would've been fine, a little unlike you but still fine. But then you pulled out strawberry jam, then cheese. As if that wasn’t enough you add pepper and olive oil on top of it.

“I know, but this looks so good, right?” Seungcheol had to hold back the need to throw up when you scooped up the weird mix and ate it “Do we still have olives?”

“No, no, no, no, you’re kidding”

You shook your head at him, handing him the olive jar you found on the fridge to open. Even though the idea of eating all of that disgusted him, he wasn’t going to stop you. You pulled a fork from the drawer and popped an olive in your mouth.

“Do you want one?” you waved the fork at him. 

“No, thank you”

“This is amazing” you almost moaned.

“Sweetheart, this isn’t normal” he finally said, then jokingly added, “Are you pregnant?”

You stayed silent for a second, the only movement between the two of you was the fork in your hand, as you moved it from side to side. 

“I am,” you said quietly, soft features. 

You first started to suspect that you were pregnant a couple of days before. You were getting morning sickness and the smells were something that you couldn’t deal well with. You weren’t late on your period and there were no other signs. 

Without telling Seungcheol about it, you went out and bought a test — three, to be more precise. One was negative, while the other two were positive. Still, you wanted to be sure, as much as possible. So you called your doctor and set the appointment for the day before, early morning. The results came on your way to Seokmin’s wedding. 

Since you read the results, you wanted to tell Seungcheol, desperately. But you wanted to do something special like people usually do on the internet. You couldn’t keep it in, really. Talks about kids had been few, but both of you seemed to like the idea just as much as the other. Although it wasn’t planned, it felt like the timing was right, 

“You are?”

You nodded, laughing when Seungcheol tossed the dish towel over his shoulder. Half a second later you were in his arms, legs around his waist, as he spun around in the kitchen. You couldn’t help the tears in your eyes.

“I can do this, right? It’s not dangerous?”

Seungcheol had tears in his eyes too. The small part of you that was worried about his reactions relaxed when he placed a kiss on your lips.

“I love you,” he said quietly.

It felt like the two of you gave yet another step towards forever, together. 

“I love you”

[raaorqtpbpdy]

A Taste for It

When Danny's ghost half starts to change him, both in mind and body, he's left with two choices. Run or die.

For the Prompts: Danny starts to change into something a bit more monstrous. Your choice on what changes, if both forms or just his ghost form, and why it’s happening. Soft body horror encouraged but not required. {from @echoghost1}, Danny Fenton is starting to feel dark impulses. He has extreme cravings. He can swear he has new instincts. The drive to fulfill these darker urges is pushing him closer and closer to the point of no return. Will he be strong enough to overcome them, or completely fall to the temptations turning him into something else..? {from @littlebadger}, and Danny on the run. What will he do? {from @amabsis}

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[Warnings for gore, body horror, and cannibalism]

It started with a toothache just after Halloween.

Easy enough to ignore. Danny figured he'd just had too much candy and spent a little extra time brushing his teeth to make up for all the Mars Bars. It wasn't until a week later that he realized his sore teeth were growing longer, sharper. They were so distracting that he didn't even notice at first when his pupils started to change, their shape warping like a poorly constructed clay pot collapsing on a pottery wheel.

When he went out in his ghost form, and children screamed in terror at his too-sharp, too-wide smile, his face splitting open and fangs glinting with an ectoplasmic glow, he could no longer deny what was happening. That he was changing.

He did his best to hide it when it was just physical changes. When his joints became more of a suggestion than a rule, resulting in an uncanny shift in the way he moved, he started wearing looser clothes to hide it. Makeup stolen from his mother was sufficient to hide the way his veins had started to glow green under his skin. And it was enough to keep his hood up when his ears began to stretch to a point and then split.

In his ghost form, there was no hiding the way his body changed. In fact, the changes were greater and more pronounced. His spectral form developed many eyes and mouths and teeth in unseemly places. Wisps and tendrils emanated from him and enshrouded him. When he moved, parts of his body would split or tear and reform, shattering and repairing themselves moment by moment.

At least he was used to people fearing him already. There was no comforting anybody when he looked like a walking nightmare.

Worse still than the physical changes, a few weeks after they started developing, he began to feel dark impulses. Violent urges and... extreme cravings. 

Even though he knew these instincts were new and wrong, and he didn't truly want to indulge them, they were very difficult to resist. No matter how much he fought them, no matter how much they repulsed him, he couldn't make them go away.

Tearing Spectra apart had been an accident. She was one of his more powerful and dangerous foes, she he didn't hold back—but he hadn't known what not holding back would result in when he didn't even know his own body anymore.

Partaking in her ectoplasm, consuming it through his many mouths as it splattered across his skin and painted him a sickly, luminescent green... that had been a moment of weakness. Those new, dark impulses won out, and he just couldn't help himself.

After that, he knew there was no way he could keep going the way he had been.

That violent, cannibalistic display had lost him the few remaining supporters he'd had, and the sentiment that ghosts were inherently evil and dangerous pervaded the city of Amity Park. His parents, the Guys in White, independent ghost hunters and ghost hunting groups, even random civilians with a little too much gumption were all up in arms, demanding Danny Phantom's head.

Danny seriously considered turning himself over to them. He hadn't meant to go that far, and he didn't want to hurt anyone else, human or ghost. After the incident with Spectra, his dark urges grew worse. One indulgence seemed to have emboldened them. He didn't want to acknowledge, let alone admit it, but his cravings had expanded. The taste of ectoplasm had only made him more rapacious, and he couldn't help wondering if blood would do the same.

In the end, though, his survival instincts made the choice for him. Whatever else he was—and he didn't even know anymore, really—he was still at least somewhat human. As much as he didn't want to hurt anyone, he didn't want to be dissected even more.

So he ran.

Without so much as a goodbye, he packed a bag and skipped town, heading east. He had know idea where he was going or what he would do when he got there.

In his heart and his head, he hoped against hope that he could control himself. However he looked, he didn't want to become a monster. But in the pit of his stomach he hungered. His mouth watered. Who knew how long his willpower would last against his ravenous appetite.

[kakashixhatakesxwhore]

The Sound of Gladness

Pairing: Umino Iruka x GN!Reader

Summary: Iruka thinks that, because you're his best friend, you're essentially his girlfriend - spurred by a moment of jealousy, he professes his feelings.

W/c: 2.3k

Warnings: Swearing, brief jealousy (and trashing on Kakashi (in a world where he is a whore)), sexual toward the end (mentions of masterbation and heated kissing)

Notes: this fuckass ask had me in stitches, so here you go. you guys are about 19/20 in this. also, lmk if this sucks.

Masterlist💿

Iruka always loved the way you laughed. He would listen to you laugh all day long, if he could. No music, from lute nor lyre, could compare to the silver touch your laughter held. Not even the most charming bird's song could hold a candle to the beguilement that accompanied your joy. He had always loved your laugh, even more so when it was of his doing, be that from a tickle, from a joke, or even from his embarrassing mistakes.

When he first heard you laugh, every single intonation had burnt into Iruka's brain forever-more. That was the first time he distinctly remembered thinking, everything's going to be okay.

It came from a distance, then your sweet melody neared, still indiscernible from an angel's hymn. With the softest chuckle, closer to him than Iruka had thought, you asked, "What are you doing out here?"

Slowly, Iruka opened his eyes, only to be met with the breathtaking twinkle in yours. As he lay in the tall grass, hands behind his head, all he could see was your gorgeous, young face, looking down at him. You smiled wider as he smiled up at you, and Iruka couldn't believe his luck. What ever had possessed you to wander so far into the forest that day, Iruka had always been grateful for.

"Watching the stars behind my eyes," he murmured, taken by your beauty. Iruka's mind had quieted for the first time in a long time, and he didn't want to disrupt the peace. He sat up as he added, "But I'd much rather watch the stars in yours instead."

To Iruka's immense pleasure, you widened your eyes and sat on the grass beside him. "We should be friends."

He agreed wholeheartedly, and that was that.

The two of you became attached at the hip, the best of friends.

You would come with him the monument where his parents' names were engraved, and you would take him to your house, where your parents would be waiting with open arms, always wide enough for Iruka too. Each Saturday, you two would spend the mornings in the hot springs, the afternoons tucked away in one of your bedrooms, and the nights meandering the streets and the forests of Konoha.

Eventually, the two of you were promoted to Chunin in the same exam, and the Third Hokage noted your chemistry - he began sending the two of you on missions together, exclusively, and Iruka couldn't have been happier. As you both aged, you grew together, closer than atoms.

Being your best friend in the entire world, Iruka got almost every perk of a relationship with you. Almost.

Your voice came from his kitchen, keeping his thoughts in check. Over the sounds of sizzling, you called out, "Iruka!"

"Yeah, sweetheart?" He called back with a grin, the pet name rolling off of his tongue as easily as it had for years. He stood up from his desk and drew to the kitchen.

Iruka came in, immediately affronted with the decadent smells of spices and vegetables, and he saw you standing before the stove, moving the stir-fry around quickly with a wooden spoon. The grin on his lips only stretched when your turned your head to look at him. A beautiful glint occupied your eyes as you smiled back at Iruka sweetly, beckoning him with your wordless spell.

It was all very domestic. You two were practically married.

"You're up to serve," you said kindly, moving away from the pan after you flicked off the burner. Given Iruka had drawn so near, you bumped against him, stumbling and stepping on his foot as you moved to get the plates from the cabinet. Iruka's steady hands came to your hips, pulling you flush to him, ensuring you wouldn't fall. Your face tinted rose and you squeaked, "I'm sorry."

"It's quite alright," he mumbled, absolutely taken by the fragrance that occupied his nose. "Did you get a new perfume?"

"N-no," you stammered, getting warm under Iruka's touch. "It's two of the regulars, layered."

He should have known. Now that you confirmed it, Iruka could make out one of his favourite scents of yours. The sweet floral you were wearing consistently made Iruka's mouth water, but his absolute favourite perfume of yours was one a tad more citrus.

"Iruka."

"Yes, my sweet?" He inhaled deeply, eyes heavily lidded. The way you squirmed against him made Iruka's knees weak, but he stayed strong, pressing you infinitely closer to his body.

"Dinner."

"Okay."

Iruka relented, allowing you to get off of his foot. You got the plates out while he got behind the pan.

Everything Iruka wanted, he had in Spades, thanks to you. Well, almost everything.

You went to sit at the table that he had set a few minutes ago, while Iruka doled out the food and brought out the plates. He slipped back into the kitchen to get two glasses of water before, finally, sitting down with you.

Tucking your chairs behind Iruka's small table, you and he sat on opposite ends to indulge in the meal that smelled so decadent. As you inhaled deeply, Iruka sighed heavily, and looked at you as you took in the setting of the table. Goodness gracious, were you ever a sight to make Iruka's heart swell.

"This smells so rich," he hummed, making you look up at him with appreciation. "I must be crazy, 'cause I swear I can smell saffron."

"Mhm, I went to the spice trader today," you admitted. Iruka's eyes widened and he looked down at the golden-brown hued dish before him. You giggled, reassuring him, "Don't worry, I only got a hundred yen's worth. I didn't drain my cheque-book for a spice."

While he knew extremely well that a hundred yen would only translate to a pinch of saffron, Iruka couldn't help but to simply smile. You were laughing, and you had made a special effort, for him.

"So, what did you do today?" You asked, picking up your chopsticks.

Mirroring your movement, Iruka smiled and told you, "Absolutely nothing."

"Piss off," you grinned, shaking your head as your nose scrunched a little bit. "What about the mission report for Lord Third?"

"Handed it in this morning," he replied casually, waving his chopsticks a little. "So I got to laze around, until you came to brighten my day."

The way your cheeks tinted and you dipped your head drove Iruka crazy. It was like you didn't know what kind of effect you had on him. But there wasn't a way in Hell that was the case, not when the two of you were so domestic. You knew that you were biding time until-

"I wish I would have known you were home all-day; you would have loved the spice dealer, Kakashi definitely did."

"Hm?"

"I said I wish-"

"No, no, I heard you," Iruka said, feeling his heart threaten to stop beating. "What... what are you talking about Kakashi for?"

"He came with me today," you answered, seemingly unsure. "It wasn't planned or anything, we just met on the road, and we were going to the same place."

"Oh." Nothing to worry about. "Okay... well, what did you guys get, other than saffron?"

"Mm, I got some paprika, cumin... some cardamom, and then parsley, oregano and thyme," you listed, eyes traveling to the ceiling as if it would help you think. "And then Kakashi got... well, nothing."

"Nothing?"

You shrugged, returning your eyes to the meal, grinning a little as you said, "Yeah, I guess I was dragging him around too quickly. But... ah, never mind, I'll just have to take him back as an apology."

No, no, no. You didn't have to do that. Not at all. Kakashi knew goddamn-well that you were Iruka's soulmate. Who the fuck was he? Cripes, the village bike, the man who strikes fear into the heart of every boyfriend within the leaf. And Iruka wasn't even your boyfriend.

Kakashi was such a good friend of Iruka's, which was how Iruka knew, for a fact, his intentions were likely less than saintly.

"You two aren't... y'know..."

"What...?" Then realization washed over your face and your lip curled in disgust. "You must be joking. Seriously, that better have been a joke."

"I'm not," Iruka hummed, tilting his head to the side.

Putting your hands flat on the table, you looked deeply into Iruka's eyes. So deeply that he could feel the rest of the world melt, if only a little. Your face was dead serious, and there wasn't a trace of laughter in your tone as you said,

"Kakashi is my friend, and a very, very good friend, at that. Just like you are."

There it is.

Carefully, Iruka asked, "So, you hold me and Kakashi on the same level? There's not even a slight difference?"

"Of course there is, Iruka," you answered quickly, though it brought him no swift relief. "I've known you since we were fourteen, and I just gotten to know Kakashi. The thing is that Kakashi just left the ANBU, and needs a friend right now, and you've had me... aren't you a little sick of me?"

"Fuck no, I'll never be sick of you." Iruka could have overdosed on you and been happy. "You can't leave me for him."

"What are you talking about?" You laughed. "Leave you? How could-"

"You'll start spending more time with him, and he'll start taking you on nicer dates than I could ever afford, and you'll forget-"

"Dates? Iruka, what are we talking about right now?"

"You'll forget about me, because he'll be everything you want-"

"That's not true-"

"Yes, it is. Kakashi-"

"Shut up! Just shut up!"

Both of you stared at each other, lips drawn together. You were breathing quickly, while Iruka hardly felt like he was taking in air at all. He didn't want to.

After a moment, that stretched into eternity, you took a deep breath and said, "Let's start over. Today, I-"

"I love you."

"I love you too," you responded, dipping your head as if Iruka had just apologized. "So, today-"

"No, I love you, love you."

Your head tilted back, eyes widening crazily. Fuck it, he was already in the hole. It was a great seven years. With a breath that took up his whole chest, Iruka confessed what he had, stupidly, assumed was shared knowledge.

"I have since we were fourteen... I've only ever imagined marriage with you, sex with you... everything with you. It's always been you, always, always, always, and I kinda... just thought you knew it, and you were with me."

Your silence was like a bed of roses.

Sure, he got your beauty, for a few seconds longer, but the thorns were impaling him without discretion.

"I love you," he whispered, just happy to finally feel so very light. Iruka looked at the table and chewed on his lip. "If you want to go, I get it."

"I love you too."

Cripes, maybe he had passed out in the exhilaration.

Iruka couldn't believe you, not immediately, he had to remember how to breathe first.

"Have you ever touched yourself to the thought of me?"

That breath was ripped clean out of his lungs.

His head snapped up. Iruka couldn't tell where the question was coming from, but the embarrassed smile on your face eased him considerably. But, as eased as he was, Iruka stammered, not wanting to tell you his most well-kept secret.

Before he started choking on an answer, you pursed your lips and looked down, before mumbling, "I have, to you."

Hhhhhhhhhh. "What'd'y'think 'bout?"

"Sucking your cock, all the time," you admitted without reservation. Fuck. Iruka was rock hard under the table. "I know your cock is huge, and I really, really wanna know how much I could fit in my mouth."

Fuck. This had to be a dream. Or an inhumane prank. He took a shaky breath and hummed, "How d'y'know that?"

"'Cause a woman can tell, Iruka." You sounded hungry. Starving. "And," you continued with a shy giggle. "We've had our sleepovers, I've woken up to your morning wood a few times."

That should have been mortifying. But it wasn't. It just made Iruka's cock throb beneath the table.

"I love you, love you, too," you grinned, taking Iruka's hand over the table. He could have melted then and there, and you only made him hotter when you added, "Let's go to your bedroom, I want to love you, love you."

Your wish was his command.

Neglecting to ever have a bite of the wonderful dinner that you had done so much to prepare, both you and Iruka stood.

For another heartbeat, the two of you stared at each other, and Iruka felt as if he woke up from the dream. Everything became real, tactile, and he needed to ensure that it was.

Taking a step so swift your eyes didn't even catch him, Iruka came to you and pulled you in by the waist. You didn't stutter for a second as your soft hands came up, one on Iruka's neck and the other cupping his check.

Immediately, you leaned in, but Iruka held you back, just observing you with a grand smile etched into his face.

You pouted, "Please, please, kiss me, at least. You've made me wait so long."

"I'll do more than kiss you, and I've waited just as long," he reminded you in a hum, one of his hands traveling down the small of your back. "I want to savour every second of right now, every star in your eye."

"You're so fucking cute," you chuckled before widening your eyes comically. "How's this? Can you see the twinkle of arousal?"

Your goofy ass, goodness gracious - Iruka loved you so fucking much. Damn it, yes, he could see the twinkle of arousal in your eyes.

He couldn't resist any longer, crashing his lips to yours so suddenly that you let out a small exclamation. Quickly, you filtered yourself into the kiss, and a distinctly spiced taste overtook Iruka's senses, giving him an insight into the dinner that was about to be abandoned. You were such a good cook.

Craving your taste, Iruka's tongue swiped across your bottom lip and you graciously parted your lips. Your tongue tasted so savoury, of cardamom and saffron - so expensive, so divine. He had to have more. More, more, more.

Without much experience, sexual or romantic, apart from his dreams of you, Iruka did as his instincts instructed. And he couldn't have been more glad that he had.

[songsofadelaide]

Cantarella

cw/tw: Xanxus x (f) reader, no flames AU centered in italy, no use of yn, original characters, childhood friends to [sexual tension to] lovers, motherless reader, flashbacks and time skips (features both present and TYL Xanxus, but mostly the latter), mentions of mafia terminology and murder (undetailed), more terrible parenting from Vongola IX (he is worse in this fic), mentions of drinking and alcohol, unprotected sex, smut with plot + pregnancy. minors do not interact.

Xanxus is his own warning. Character may deviate from the original source material for story purposes. wc: 11.4k

The task was simple: Entertain the leader of the Varia until your brother/boss gets there to talk business with the man himself. You were friends, after all, so keeping him occupied should be easy. 

But you were also aware of how unreasonable that man was, especially when he didn't get what he wanted. And when Xanxus joked that he wanted to see your pretty face again after you last met, your brother knew it was more of a veiled threat than a simple jape. 

In which your older brother, the boss of a minor mafia family bound to pay homage to the Vongola Family— and the Varia— unwittingly hands you over as an unknowing tribute to the most menacing man in all of Italy. Or so everyone thought.

— Riunione.

You shouldn't have been there. 

Salvatore gave you an incredulous look when you knocked and opened the door to his den with a tray of tea and sweets in hand. Your father insisted that your brother's guest was someone of utmost importance, so you had to be just as hospitable. 

"I didn't ask for you," he remarked with a tone slightly off and rougher than usual, his annoyance made evident by the clicking of his tongue. "Leave us." 

Salvatore was a stern yet sweet older brother and he wasn't normally this mean to you. Sweat soaked the slightly wrinkled collar of his white dress shirt and you could see from the way his shoulders tensed up that he was both irked and nervous. 

"No need to be rude to your sister, Andolini."

A low and lazy voice sliced through the disquieting silence that enveloped your brother's den. Long crossed legs in pressed black dress pants were set on your brother's mahogany coffee table, with jet-black leather dress shoes shined to perfection. You followed the length of his torso to his neck, faint burn scars on his otherwise chiseled face. The olive-skinned stranger sat on the emerald-green divan as though he owned the place.

Only it wasn't a stranger. You'd recognize those crimson eyes from a mile away. 

"Yeah, right. You're not even a shining example of courtesy yourself, Vongola, so don't school me about being rude to—" Salvatore shot back at his guest before eventually turning in your direction once more, brows furrowed as he rattled you to leave his sight. "I said leave!"

The cups and plates clattered in the tray in your hands as you hurriedly exited the room. You left in haste and in fear of further incensing your brother, who was nothing but kind to you. 

What was that about? You mused to yourself as you made your way back to the kitchen. Your brother has always been closer to Xanxus than you ever were, but that didn't mean you weren't friends at all. 

— A series of comings and goings.

The Andolini Family shared an easy yet deep friendship with the Vongola Family that spanned generations. In essence, you and Salvatore have always been welcomed guests in the Vongola estate, even more so when he and the Vongola heir-apparent became fast friends. Salvatore witnessed firsthand how Xanxus grew into his role as a future leader and knew he had to follow suit if he were to stand next to him proudly.

Unfortunately for your brother, Xanxus was a prodigy— a jack of all trades and a master of everything he put his mind to. Though easily irritated and agitated, he was ultimately single-minded, with one driving purpose at heart— to lead his family. To where, no one knew exactly. He was also known for his explosive temper, the kind that made underlings follow him out of fear rather than loyalty. Salvatore was among those who understood Xanxus' will and respected his pursuit of strength. Along with their closeness and mutual respect came the eventual invitation for your brother to join the Varia, an independent arm of the Vongola Family under its heir's supervision. 

At 16, after discovering a traitor within the family, Xanxus disobeyed his father's orders to stand down and left with his squad to raid an enemy family's headquarters. Your brother witnessed how the young leader's brash impulsiveness led to his accidental burning— and how it led to a year's sleep before Xanxus could finally set out in the sun without reliving the fire that seared his face. 

In their boyhood, Xanxus always made himself at home in the Andolini estate, where he had always been welcome just as you and your brother were in his home. You found he would come and visit whenever he and his father, Don Timoteo Vongola, had fiery arguments, which were often, considering how he would sometimes stay over for days on end. 

He was treated as part of the Andolini Family, though he was mostly just a passive and nonchalant onlooker who, surprisingly, always readily agreed and assisted your father in harvesting your family's famous navel oranges. 

It was you Xanxus would seek out on days he would arrive at your estate while Salvatore was out running errands for your family, and he would often find you tending to your father's herb garden or with your nose buried in a book. Under the shade of the trees in your family's orange grove, you forgot about the rest of the world as you got lost in every book you could get your hands on. He would sit next to you in silence and observance and would sometimes comment on your reading material, such as Antony and Cleopatra being too mature for you. 

He scoffed at your attempt at intellectualism, but the joke was on him since you read entirely for leisure. "Why not read a pocketbook romance instead of tragedies?" 

"I dunno. I already started it, so no point in not finishing it," you shrugged off his remarks, not at all paying attention to the weight of his gaze on you. It was woefully dense, the kind of look that would make you ask what the hell have you been doing?

"Wanna know what happens in the end?"

"Not really."

You finally looked up from your book and realized just how exhausted he looked now. At 24, Xanxus had the appearance of a boy who had already seen more than he asked for. He was both a child and a man at that point in his life and the way his crimson eyes darkened whenever Varia's second-in-command came to escort him back to the Vongola estate only made him look even older than he was.

The silver-haired young man, whom you once heard your brother refer to as Squalo, often arrived with a sense of urgency that seemed to repel rather than compel Xanxus to return home, this instance even more stressful than usual. "We have our orders, boss."

"I haven't even spoken to Andolini."

"If you have a message for my brother, I'd be glad to pass it on to him."

"Tell him… I'll see him around," he stated with a rather thoughtful pause before pulling out all the stops. He wasn't one to sugarcoat things, after all. "And that he's shit and shit at keeping promises."

That day he left your home with his second-in-command was the last you would see him. Salvatore's perplexion was only further confounded as you delivered his friend's parting words. He demanded answers from your father, who must have known something from the way he evaded your brother's questioning. 

"It's been months, old man. The Vongola estate hasn't been straight with me at all, either. Xanxus, Squalo, and the rest of the Varia have vanished! What on earth did Don Timoteo put them up to?!" 

"What are you saying, Salvatore? Have you forgotten the kind world we live in? The young master of the Vongola was tasked with something I will ask you to do as well when the situation finally calls for it!"

"What?"

"Xanxus has been sent out to make his bones. And I'd sooner lose my head than break the promise I made to his old man. He is as good as dead if we do not stop speaking about him!"

"What are you saying, papa?! I was supposed to be with him! Xanxus himself asked me to—!"

Your father could only shake his head in response, and you could only watch as this conversation transpired from across your dining table. All you could remember was the sheer exhaustion in the older boy's crimson eyes and the burn scars on his face that made him look all the more menacing but also extremely tired.

All the while you couldn't help but muse to yourself how truly wanted to know how the tragedy of Antony and Cleopatra would end, having lost the taste to read it through to the end. 

Maybe I should have said yes. 

"Don't you think it's about time you started taking your suitors seriously?"

You looked up from your book and found your older brother's wife Natalia with a tray of tea and sweets on hand. There was no stopping your growing grin as you happily made space for 

her next to you on the cozy sofa underneath your family's orange trees.  

"First of all, Salvatore should stop being so mean to those suitors. But then again, if they are so easily rattled by the young don's questioning, how will he ever deem them worthy of me?"

Natalia is the daughter of Don Raffaele Vitelli, one of your father's associates. You two became fast friends since you were classmates, and she developed a sweet and innocent girlish crush on your older brother, who, surprisingly, reciprocated her tender feelings. They were, as the old people said, struck by the thunderbolt. 

But it made sense to you. Natalia was hailed as a beauty of your hometown and though you did not think much of your brother since he was your brother, you knew they were a perfect match— both good-looking and from influential families… but more importantly, they liked each other for who they were. They were married in the summer of that year, and when you asked your brother when he first realized that he liked Natalia, his answer surprised you even further. 

"Remember when Don Raffaele made his first visit to papa? Natalia was wearing a floral dress and she was carrying that awfully heavy bread basket and…" An uncharacteristically tender sigh left his lips as he set down his half-empty wine glass. "She was so beautiful. And strong. You know that she's an only child, right? She didn't have any siblings to rely on, and her father only had her."

"But she was so easy to talk to. Must have been why we got along so well," you replied with a bright smile on your face. "I wish you and Natalia many, many, many, and long, long years of happiness, Salvatore." 

"And I wish to say the same to you, my dear sister. Has no one caught your eye at all at this party?"

"I should ask you that question, my brother!" 

Salvatore did not take kindly to any suitors who made their attempts to woo you, though he didn't have to try so hard to scare them off when you were a deterrent yourself. None of them appreciated how well-read you were and how you challenged their way of thinking. One of them even said that you were just a girl from a family with influence and no one would want you if not for that and that you should think with your heart more than your head. 

None were good enough for you, for the truth of their intentions betrayed the sweetness of their words and deeds. No one wanted you for who you were. The world you walked in meant men would either want you as leverage or as a trophy. For all of his severity, you knew that your brother meant well and came from a place of concern whenever men introduced themselves to you. The Andolini name held considerable influence in your region, even more so since your clan enjoyed the protection of the Vongola Family, which remained the most powerful mafia family in Italy. 

"Well, I'm not at all surprised that no one passes your standards. They seem to have forgotten that women are more dangerous than shotguns here in our fair town."

On your 27th birthday, five years after Xanxus' escape and exile to northern Italy, you received a picturesque postcard from Siena that smelt of whiskey and the sun and was slightly wrinkled from having traveled far. There was no return address, only a simple message scrawled in thick black ink.

"Happy birthday. They both die in the end." 

It was enough to make you laugh for the rest of the evening as your extended family had their fill of your father's anchovy pasta in rich red tomato sauce in your estate's orange grove. 

"I thought so," you said to yourself as you slipped the card between the book you were reading now, a cheesy pocketbook romance that would surely make Xanxus proud. Or scoff.

— Ares in the forlorn garden.

Although you never liked large parties even when you were younger, your father and brother insisted on throwing those lavish celebrations whenever your birthday came around. You didn't like celebrating your birthday at all, for it also marked the day of your mother's passing after giving birth to you. When you realized how every celebration made them happy, you accepted the parties more for them if not for you. 

Salvatore knew deep down that the parties did little to cheer you up. Every year he convinces you that it wasn't your fault. It never was… Yet no amount of celebration and commemoration could ease the guilt you felt— for being the one to live. For robbing him of his mother, too.

So he allows you to leave the parties once you've shown yourself to your guests. He doesn't bother looking for you either, since he knows you'll be in the estate's orange grove, reading and lounging under the trees adorned with bloomed orange blossoms. 

One guest in particular always knew where to find you, too. 

Or perhaps you never really felt a need to hide from him at all.

Xanxus didn't like crowds, either. But it was a birthday party where everyone knew who he was due to his close ties to the young master of the house and the birthday celebrant. He was also there in an official capacity as the Vongola heir-apparent, so his appearance was just as much of a show as your brother always planned it to be. 

That afternoon was as mild and breezy as always in your region, so Xanxus wasn't that surprised at all to find you nearly asleep on the sofa your father set up for you under your orange trees. 

The fall of your hair over the armrest of the sofa, your measured breaths, the rising of your chest underneath your cotton sundress, the slow movement of your lips as you read along the lines of the book in your hands… 

It was a sight that never failed to comfort him, ground him, and remind him of his humanity despite all the things he had done in the name of maintaining peace and delivering justice… and retribution. For the Vongola Family. 

It was the human part of him, after all, that tainted his being with want. A desire he could never give voice to in fear of what might be asked of him in exchange. Even though he fears nothing.

"Hey, brat."

"Still a brat even though I'm already 20, Xanxus?" You remarked as you rested your open book on your chest. "It's nice to see you."

"More tragedies?" He asked in his usual teasing and deriding voice. You sat up and gave him space to sit next to you. 

"Be not vexed with me, Odysseus, for in all else thou wast ever the wisest of men. It is the gods that gave us sorrow, the gods who begrudged that we two should remain with each other and enjoy our youth, and come to the threshold of old age…" You read the passage from your book dramatically, but not without laughing in the end. Xanxus gently bonked your head with a wrapped present, its rectangular size and weight revealing what it was without you even opening it yet. "Oh! Grazie!" 

"Something a little different from what you're used to reading," he stated as he fished something out of his pants pocket— a small velveteen box that held a simple gold rope chain and a teardrop-shaped garnet pendant. "And one last thing."

"It's so pretty," you said in utter awe as you tenderly caressed the pendant. "This color kinda reminds me of…"

You lifted your gaze from the jewelry and met the older boy's crimson gaze— the very same color as the stone in your hands. Now that you sat so close to him, you caught the faint scent of your brother's favorite whiskey on him, and… gunpowder? But his white dress shirt was immaculately pressed… 

The scars on his face from that day have healed, too, but no doubt the memory remained. He hated being looked at at first, especially by you, for some unknown reason. But the way he held your gaze now must have meant he had already moved on from his initial insecurity. 

…Not that he really had anything to be insecure about. He was gorgeous, even with that perpetual scowl on his face. Even with the scars. Other people will disagree with you, but this was a hill you were willing to die on. 

"Glad you like it," he remarked as he watched you happily tear open the wrapping paper of his other present. "And that's an American novel. It's sad, very much to your tastes."

"Gone with the Wind," you read the title with a tender smile and pressed it close to your chest. "Thank you, Xanxus. I truly appreciate your gifts… though you know I'd be happy with just you being here." 

Huh, Xanxus couldn't help but muse. You were happy that he was around? 

"Could you, ah, help me? With the necklace, I mean. I'd like to wear it now," you said with the same soft smile on your face as you handed him the velvet box and drew your hair over your right shoulder. "I'm not really a jewelry kind of girl, but this is just too pretty not to wear and show off…"

Your rambles faded in his ears, replaced by the rush of blood and the warning of his common sense wanting to leave his being. 

Shit, he thought to himself. 

The things he wanted to do with the curve of your neck exposed to him. 

He desperately fought the urge to touch you further than what you asked him to do, his hands steady as he fastened the clasp of the necklace. His resistance faded and staggered as his fingers grazed the warmth of your bare nape and you yelped in surprise as he hurriedly stood up and stormed off. 

"Wh— Xanxus?!"

"Happy birthday, you little shit!" He shouted from over his shoulder as he stomped back into your house. "Don't follow me!" 

It was only when Xanxus was finally out of sight that you brought a hand to your mouth and managed to swallow the lump in your throat. Oh. He had no business being that hot and cryptic and mysterious to you. Your face burned against the cold of your palm and you were once again reminded— His hands were hot! Burning hot!

— Chiama e Ritorna.

On his 34th birthday, Salvatore succeeded your father as the head of the Andolini Family of Sicily, and his inheritance was met with favor by Don Timoteo Vongola himself. It was customary for new family heads to make their courtesy calls to the Vongola Family following their inheritance ceremonies, where they were granted one request as a symbol of their deepened ties. The request could be anything as long as it was reasonable and within the Vongola Family's power to make it possible. 

Salvatore thought long and hard about his request to Don Timoteo, but nothing came up— all because the Andolini Family was powerful in its own right and capable of making things happen if required. 

Still, he stood in that well-protected office with a thought in mind, no trepidation as he bowed in reverence to the older man in a finely tailored russet suit. "I thank you for receiving me today, Don Timoteo."

"Welcome, and my heartfelt congratulations, young Salvatore," Timoteo stated as he stood up from his seat and offered a firm handshake to the younger man. "You are the spitting image of your father in his youth."

"So I've heard. I know for a fact that you and papa share a long and storied friendship, part of which my family and I have already seen," Salvatore returned the handshake with the same strength. "If I may speak freely."

The older man nodded, his eyes crinkling as he smiled. 

"You swore my father into your service out of great love and respect for him. You treated him as you would your blood family. He would come to your aid whenever you needed it. I… I, too, have someone I deeply love and respect. And I will pledge myself to his command if need be. But I must know…" 

For Salvatore, life was never the same without Xanxus. They were boys together, but it felt to him like he was the only one who grew up after all those years. And to hear nothing of his friend even from his father… He tempered his voice and expectations as he asked that one question that remained unanswered for a decade.  

"Where is Xanxus?"

"And that is your request, young Salvatore?" Timoteo had a thoughtful hand on his chin. "I suppose you're now qualified to look into the darkness." 

The older man led the fledgling boss to his antique desk, where a map of Italy lay with red circles and crosses. "It started here in Sicily, in Catania, specifically. There were whispers of yet another traitor in that region, so they set out to make clean work of it. He said it was part of making his mark as my heir-apparent. He said it was for the family. I myself could not protect him… Me, his father. To defend him meant reprisal for someone else, so I ordered them to move north— to Siena. You ran errands on the day Xanxus last visited the Andolini estate, correct? Your father made it so you would not be able to participate in this decade-long mission." 

What? "What?"

"And I approved your father's plan after he begged on his knees… For me not to take his only son," Timoteo stated with a deep sigh. "From what I heard, Xanxus did not reach out to you at all, but he did reach out to your sister."

"My sister?"

"It must be no secret to you that Xanxus happens to be very fond of your sister, young Salvatore."

"It's the first I'm hearing of it, Don Timoteo. But more importantly, papa lied to me…" Salvatore couldn't count the markers on the map. They all blurred into a blotch that looked like a bloodstain. "I've only made my bones once. It was nothing like this. All this time we've been safe from any vendettas… It was because of Xanxus and the Varia. I…"

"There is no need to be so upset, young Salvatore. Xanxus did it all for the family. For the Vongola Family and all of its allies," the older man clamped a hand on the younger man's shoulder. "And I know I am only allowed to grant one request, but this one is—"

"On me."

The door swung open and your brother couldn't believe his eyes and ears when he heard who entered Don Vongola's office. 

Taller, shoulders broader, voice deeper, hair longer… and crimson eyes that have seen more than he could have asked for. 

"Been a while, Andolini. I'm a little late, but I'm here nonetheless," Xanxus stood before his friend in a pitch-black suit just as finely made and pressed as his father's, as though he hadn't left at all. "Congratulazioni."

In your brother's absence, you stood as the head of the Andolini Family as its underboss. It was a flashy title that weighed little to nothing as long as it was filled out, but Salvatore didn't want just anyone to stand in. 

The birth of his son Niccolo meant he had his heir, the one who would carry and continue the Andolini name. The boy grew ever-curious and was particularly close to you, his only aunt. He enjoyed traipsing around the orange grove and made it his personal playground. You and Natalia would simply watch as he ran through the short distance of woods and back to the path home. 

"Come, Niccolo!"

"We have returned, Signora Andolini," Vincenzo, your father's right hand and now one of your brother's men, announced their arrival back home following their visit to the Vongola estate. 

The older man was a silver fox of your society, never having married due to his line of work. He and Alberto, yet another silver fox with more rugged features, have been around your father their whole lives— and have dedicated themselves to his service, which included protecting you and your brother, and his young but growing family as well.

"He means you, Nat," you nudged your sister-in-law as she bundled her son in her arms. Natalia carried Niccolo in one arm and beckoned you with the other as she made her way back into the house. 

"Principessa," came the old man's voice calling out to you. It was an endearing nickname you've never outgrown because of how often the people at home used it, including your father's men. "Your papa would like to speak with you."

"I see. Grazie, Vincenzo," you said as you entered the house. You noticed the entourage of different cars parked within the estate gates. "Do we have guests?"

"They are guests of Don Andolini— your brother. I believe that is what your father wishes to speak to you about," Vincenzo stated as he gestured for the rest of the men to make way for you. Their suits all smelled of fancy perfume and cigarette smoke. "He should be in the kitchen." 

"What is he doing there? He should be resting!" You exclaimed as you made your way past your brother's men, who all acknowledged you with a small but meaningful bow. 

Salvatore's guests shuffled into the hallway just as you weaved through the first wave of men in suits. A blonde young man with wavy hair shielding his eyes caught your figure slipping past them.

"Who's that?"

"The Andolini girl, the sister of the capo, you nitwit," a silver-haired man responded to his subordinate's question. "You should know that by now." 

"Ah, so that's the boss's— Ack!" The blonde was smacked in the back of his head by their silver-haired captain. 

"Be quiet, Bel!" 

True enough, your father was in your kitchen, cane in hand as he stood before the ignited stove with a kettle of water heating up. His suspenders were curiously fastened to his person, as though wanting to look presentable for someone.

"Papa! You should be resting!" You hurried to the old man's side and led him to the nearest chair you could find. "You can leave this to the kitchen staff…"

He shook his head at you. "Anyone less is an insult."

You furrowed your brows at his remark and understood what he meant. "Is our guest… Don Timoteo?"

Again, another shake of his head. "Someone just as important."

"Fine. I'll do it, papa. I'll serve Salvatore and his guest, but please… I'll call Vincenzo to take you to the veranda if you don't want to return to your room. No moving up and down the house unnecessarily, please," you bent down on your knees and pled with your father, clasping his wrinkled hands in yours. 

"Caro figlia… My dear girl…" He spoke softly, bringing his warm yet rugged palm to your cheek. He was a man who did unthinkable things in the name of your family and made his bread with it. But at this moment, he was simply a father doting on his only daughter. You sank into his gentle hold, which felt oddly sentimental. 

"I'll be right back, papa," you said as you gently grasped his wrist and got up on your feet. The rooibos tea and orange tarts you made with your sister-in-law were always a winning combination. A luxury, as your brother's men once said when they were served with the snack, incredibly grateful that their underboss and the wife of their boss would do something so wonderful for them. This should impress whoever's with Salvatore, I hope.

But Salvatore gave you an incredulous look when you knocked and opened the door to his den with the tray of tea and sweets in hand. Your father insisted that your brother's guest was someone of utmost importance, so you had to be just as hospitable. 

You shouldn't have been there. 

"I didn't ask for you," your older brother remarked with a tone slightly off and rougher than usual, his annoyance made evident by the clicking of his tongue. Sweat soaked the slightly wrinkled collar of his white dress shirt and you could see from the way his shoulders tensed up that he was both irked and nervous. "Leave us." 

"No need to be rude to your sister, Andolini."

A low and lazy voice sliced through the odd silence that enveloped Salvatore's den. Long crossed legs in pressed black dress pants were set on your brother's mahogany coffee table, with jet-black leather dress shoes shined to perfection. You followed the length of his torso to his neck, faint burn scars on this stranger's otherwise chiseled face. 

Only it wasn't a stranger. You'd recognize those crimson eyes from a mile away. 

Crimson, like the stone that rested on the smoothness of your chest. A treasured present from long ago.

The rest of their conversation faded in the background as you locked eyes with the man, his dark hair framing the intensity of his gaze. Salvatore furrowed his brows as he rattled you to leave his sight. "I said leave!"

You left the room in haste and scurried away with the tea and snacks in hand, not at all paying attention to the men in sleek black suits lined up outside your brother's office. 

"Oh? Did her brother chase her out? I doubt it was the boss who did," the same blonde young man commented as you walked past them, his smirk long and wide. "After all, the boss…"

What was that about? You mused to yourself as you made your way back to the kitchen. Your brother has always been closer to Xanxus than you ever were, but that didn't mean you weren't friends at all. 

That didn't mean you didn't hold any feelings for him at all.

Xanxus snorted in his seat before letting off a low chuckle. "How do you expect me to help you if you aren't gonna help me, Andolini?"

"You must be really desperate if you want my help, Vongola," Salvatore said as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Wait, what do you mean? I don't remember you asking for my help for anything." 

"Huh. You're right. I'm here to make demands," the dark-haired man stated with a small but knowing crooked smile on his face. "First order of things is that pretty face that just left the room. She better attend this party or this deal you're looking at is off." 

"You don't mean that."

But what if he did? Somehow the old don's words from their earlier conversation started to make… sense. Along with all of his friend's irrational and unexplainable behavior when they were younger. 

It must be no secret to you that Xanxus happens to be very fond of your sister, young Salvatore.

Xanxus glared at him, something he hadn't done in a long time. Salvatore thought his friend had outgrown that awful temperament of his, but that practiced stink eye of his clearly meant otherwise.  

"Don't make me ask twice, Andolini."

— Ares does not have any flights of fancy.

"Who the fuck is that scumbag?"

Xanxus stood by the door leading to the Andolini estate's orange grove and followed your trail with his eyes. It was impossible for eyes not to be drawn to you because of that gorgeous golden sundress of yours. Your walk was slow and intentional, hands on your back as you made small talk with the young man walking next to you. You pointed at his left hand, seemingly asking about the meaning of the tattoo peeking from under his sleeve.    

"Whaddya mean who's that scumbag? That's Dino Cavallone. I thought your father introduced him to you," Salvatore remarked with a slight hint of annoyance as he stood next to his friend, both of them impeccably dressed in matching coal-black suits. "He's the new Don Cavallone. Pretty young to be boss, but he's the same age as my sister— 22, if I'm right? So there's that." 

"What the fuck's he doin' here?"

With you, no less. Xanxus flinched ever so slightly as he saw you almost trip on your feet, your arm caught by the young don in the ash-gray pinstripe suit. 

"Wha— Xanxus, what's with all the questions? And slow down with all the profanities! We're here at my house, not Villa Vongola," your brother responded to his friend's questioning. "Cavallone's here to visit my sister. Seems quite taken by her, too. If things go as planned, he may even ask for her hand in marriage."

"Huh," the dark-haired boy remarked flatly. He grabbed his blazer from one of the couches and hurriedly put it on, calling out for you in a blind rage as he buttoned it down and walked out to the orange grove. "Hey, brat!"

"X-Xanxus?! Oh, man… Nat is going to kill me for being late!" Salvatore exclaimed as he was shrugged off by his friend. "But what the hell is he so angry about?!"

You turned back when you heard the dull shouting from the distance and found Xanxus walking over to where you were, pebbles crunching underneath his dress shoes, the afternoon sun dancing along his fine features. "Xanxus? I thought you and Salvatore were going somewhere today?"

He didn't speak at first, and neither did he acknowledge your companion this afternoon. 

"Oh, this is Don Dino Cavallone, he—" You gestured to the blonde young man standing next to you, only for you to be cut off when he slowly and intentionally reached for the garnet pendant hanging from your neck, his fingers burning as he touched your skin. 

"Didn't ask. Don't care."

Fortunately, Dino was an incredibly understanding guest who understood what exactly was happening at that very moment. He was warned about this, too, though he didn't really pay much attention to hearsay from other young heirs and bosses who once tried their hand at courting you. He was aware of Xanxus's impulsive personality, too, but he didn't expect him to be incredibly petty. 

"I'll visit you again some other time, girasole," he said as he gently grasped your hand and raised it to his lips, a warm but chaste kiss pressed to your knuckles. "Thank you for this afternoon."

"O-Of course, Don Dino! Thank you for the sweets, too!" You said as you gave him a short but meaningful bow. "Please take care on your way home!"

You watched your older brother approach the retreating figure, an apologetic look on his face as he walked him out of your estate. 

"Xanxus, what was that?"

But he refused to look at you this time, his crimson eyes narrowed and turned elsewhere before he eventually stalked back to your estate. 

"H-Hey! I was talking to you! Ah—!" You followed suit, stomping towards Xanxus before eventually tripping on your feet because of— these damned sandals! He caught you in time, his palms warm as he grasped your arms. 

"…stand it…" His murmur was inaudible even though you were as close as you could be. 

"What?…" 

"I can't stand it," he said, his gaze burning holes through you. He thought of closing the irritatingly small distance between you, but what would your family say if they saw you in such a compromised position? With him, no less. They would demand he take responsibility for you. He would have tied you to him forever.

Isn't that what I want?

"You can't stand what?" you asked, voice hushed to a whisper as you brought your hand to his cheek, your fingertips burning as you tenderly caressed the span of his scar. He shut his eyes as he felt the ghose of your breath over his lips…

And he fought the demons in his head until he couldn't. 

You felt his large hand on the back of your head as his lips crashed onto yours. 

"Xanxus?" 

Your soft voice breaks the spell.  

Xanxus opened his eyes and found you staring right back at him with concern washed over your features, your lips still glossy. You both stood up slowly, but he broke apart from your hold as soon as he was on his feet. He stormed off in his usual Xanxus fashion and dragged the clueless Salvatore away as he was about to head to the orange grove himself. 

"I can't be around you without you tripping all over the place, you klutzy piece of trash!"

At the end of the day, it was you who met up with Natalia for her supposed dinner with your brother, and all you could do was sit in a daze and apologize, for all you could think of was drowning in that boy's eyes— tired, pensive, deep, and dark as the sweet seeds of a pomegranate cut open in half. 

— Ares and the forbidden fruit.

You were summoned to your brother's office— at his behest, this time, and you found him brooding over a single gilded envelope on his desk. The way he blew you off earlier still pissed you off, and you weren't even able to get in a word to Xanxus, who left with the Varia not long after holding that brief discussion with Salvatore.

"Well, you know by now that Xanxus is back home. The Vongola Family's gonna host a simple celebration for his homecoming tomorrow night," Salvatore stated as he handed the envelope to you. "I know we usually visit their estate together, but I have something urgent that needs handling before I can get there." 

"We can always go together. I don't see what the issue is…" You replied as you pulled out the invitation card from its thin cardboard sleeve. 

"Business is in Catania and it takes at least three hours to get there. Which is why you'll head to the celebration first, underboss," he said with a rather tired sigh. "Now that Xanxus is back, I expect an improvement in our correspondence with the Vongola Family. That business in Catania is something I'll need his help with. Talk to him a bit about it. Only until I arrive." 

"Okay, Salvatore." 

"I had a dress brought in for this occasion. He said it was a black tie affair, so I can't have you heading there in your usual getup," Salvatore stated matter-of-factly, pointing at your sundress. "It should be in your room now."

"All right. Anything else I should take note of?" 

"Yeah," he said with a small frown, a thoughtful hand on his chin this time. "Don't do anything dumb, all right? Vincenzo will be with me and Al's staying with the old man, so Luca's gonna be your guard." 

Luca was a greenhorn, a soldato brought in by Vincenzo after proving loyal and useful to your family's cause. He was younger than you, a little bit on the dense side, but incredibly charming and nimble on his feet. 

And also extremely easy to control. 

This now leads to the thought that has been brewing in your mind for the last few hours. 

How far am I willing to go for answers, exactly? 

"We'll make a quick escape if something goes horribly wrong. But with Xanxus and the Varia back home, I doubt anything will happen," you reassured your brother. "But don't you think it's about time I learned how to drive, Salvatore?"

"Not on your life. Now scat! It's still a day away, but start preparing for the party! Better teach your bodyguard some manners, too, while you're at it." 

Salvatore's fashion sense has always been incredibly on point. He was right that a silky black dress is fail-proof, so it was no surprise when heads turned upon your arrival at the banquet hall that evening. The whispers from other members of your society were something you've grown used to, even more so after rejecting countless sons and suitors. 

Your arrival didn't go by unnoticed by the men closest to the star of that night, all of them doing away with their heavy-duty trench coats and donning impeccable threads— classic black suits and pressed dress shirts, shined dress shoes, and similar crimson lapel pins bearing their coat of arms.  

"There's your little present, in pretty wrapping paper and all," Squalo said with a snort as he watched his boss's unchanged reaction. "That kid with her… Is he her bodyguard for tonight?"

Xanxus didn't want to seem too eager, but he quirked an eyebrow when you gestured for the Andolini soldato to approach you, the boy fiddling with his crooked tie. 

"Lu," you turned to your only bodyguard for the night and moved to adjust the black tie fastened around his pressed collar. He let out a small sigh of relief that you helped him out. Your brother was right when he said the kid needed a crash course on etiquette, but you didn't expect him to be a dolt when it came to clothes, too.  

"Sì, principessa?"

Luca had a twinkle in his eyes, as though expecting you to give him an assignment he could boast about to the more experienced members of your family. You gave him one final look from head to toe before giving a nod of approval. Vincenzo was right when he said the boy cleans up well. 

"I'm gonna pull rank here and dismiss you for the evening. I promise you, though… that I'll never leave the Vongola Villa, so you don't have to worry about me going missing."

"But Don Salvatore said I should keep my eyes on you the whole time," he replied to you with a hint of trepidation in his voice, as expected of a man of his experience. 

If this were Vincenzo or Alberto— old men too clever for your own good— you'd be on lockdown the entire night until it was time to return home. 

"Look, does he want this deal with Xanxus or not?" You asked him, clamping your hands on his shoulders. "I'm doing this for the family, so technically, you're doing it for the family, too."

Not really. It was mostly for yourself and for the handsome man staring at you from across the hall, his drink in hand as he greeted and dismissed guests from where he sat. 

"Besides, I want you to…" You continued, surveying your surroundings for anything— "Dance with a pretty girl tonight!" 

"A-Am I allowed t—"

"I am allowing you to!" You exclaimed as you gave the younger man a hearty push towards the buffet table. You found the thought of having a gullible little brother amusing back then, but you never thought it would be this funny. "Eat, drink, dance, but don't ever leave this place without me, understood?"

Luca was young and sweet-faced, so he would surely beguile an equally sweet-faced girl— or a lonely signora with a penchant for vigor. As for the aftermath of whatever chaos he might get into, you'll deal with it in the morning.

"What are you scheming?" A low voice came from behind you, followed by the touch of a cool glass of whiskey on your bare shoulder. "You made quick work of that greenhorn." 

You turned around and saw the star of the night standing right behind you, followed by the gaze of everyone else in the hall. 

Xanxus was taller, his shoulders much broader compared to when you last met, yet in his crimson eyes was the same exhaustion that haunted him in his youth. He grew out his hair, dark locks framing his gaze now. Scarlet plumes rested on his left shoulder, a stark contrast to the blackness of his suit. 

"Did he send you here on your own? That Andolini's getting good at this vanishing act," he stated. "Your brother's refusal from before was enough disrespect, but that doesn't mean I'll forget our many years of friendship." 

"My brother was never going to refuse you," you answered him with a small smile. "You have no idea how upset Salvatore was when you left… without him."

"I suppose it worked out for the best," he replied to you with a pensive gaze underneath his furrowed brows. "Does he go by Don Andolini now?"

"No, he'll always be Salvatore to us," you said with a chuckle. 

"And you? How've you been? I can see now why your brother's so adamant about showing you off," Xanxus chuckled right back, taking your hand in his. "But you're… 32, yeah? And still at home with your family."

"There are worse things to be than being unmarried at 32," you said matter-of-factly. "Such as being unmarried at 34." 

"Been busy. People ought to stop giving me shit for that. I don't even care much for marriage."

"You don't?"

"I might consider it…"

Xanxus noticed your sudden uneasiness as more whispers filled the air. You couldn't handle the thought of being stared at the entire evening just because he stood up from his seat for the first time in hours. 

"You're with me. Who cares what these cafone think?" He said as he uncharacteristically squeezed your hand to elicit a response from you. "Besides, it's no secret that I have a soft spot for the Andolini girl." 

"Do you, now?"

"Come with me upstairs and I'll prove it."

There it was. 

"Okay."

With a single snap of his fingers, melodious music played by the live band drew dancers to the dance floor, a diversion to throw the rest of the crowd off your trail. You left the hall as silently as you could, pulled away by the entire reason why the party was being held in the first place. 

He led you to a vacant bedroom illuminated by candles and the silver moonlight, the long curtains still drawn open. On top of a cedar drawer were bar glasses and unopened bottles of whiskey and tequila. 

"Oh! Wanna play a drinking game while we're here? How about Truth or Drink? We'll take turns sharing statements that could either be true or false. If you guess right, I'll drink. If you guess wrong, well… You already know what that means," you stated rather excitedly as you twisted open the bottle of tequila.

"That's not even a real drinking game," came his voice from behind you again. 

"I thought we came here to prove how much of a soft spot you have for the Andolini girl," you pouted at him."Just play with me because I want to hear all about what you did in the last ten years. Maybe even beyond that, too…"

You poured the amber liquor into the glasses and handed one to him, a glint of mischief in your eyes as he received it. 

"Too bad we don't have any salt and lime, but that's fine. Okay, I'll start. I, uh…" You said with a short pause as though in thought. "I learned how to drive."

"Lie," he stated confidently. "Your brother would never teach you how to drive because who knows what trouble you'd get yourself into? Drink up." 

"Fine…" You huffed before downing the contents of your glass straight up. It burned, sweet and bitter as it ran down your throat, but also slightly refreshing. "Okay, your turn." 

"I killed people."

"It's like you're not even trying!" A small hmph left your lips this time. "And that's true, by the way, so drink up." 

You refilled your empty glasses, swirling yours around as you thought of something to say. "I learned how to bake. And c—"

"Truth."

"I wasn't even finished explaining…" You said, your voice faint as you drank deep once more. By that time, Xanxus had already sat on the edge of the feather bed in that room, wherever you were, his eyes on your form as he heard the clinking of the tequila bottle against the rim of your glass. 

And he couldn't help but think of how easily you waltzed into the palm of his hand. Did your years and years of familiarity dull your senses to any danger he may have posed? Then again, did he ever give you the impression that it was dangerous to be around him? 

"I'm not my old man's kid, just a distant nephew. That explains why I'll never be the next head of the Vongola Family, even though I worked long and hard for it. That explains why I'm expendable. Why they didn't bother calling me back home to Sicily after completing orders."

"What?"

He left the danger behind every time he made his way to the Andolini estate. It was a corner of his world where he found absolute solace— normalcy, even— and maybe he tricked himself into thinking that he could just be a normal kid like Salvatore was. Like you were. After all, you treated him no different from any other kid who made friends with you. 

"I befriended your brother because I wanted to know what it was like," he said as he downed his drink. "To have a family that didn't treat you like a tool." 

But there was nothing normal about his name being synonymous with a deathbringer. With him and his elite squad of killers… There was no leaving his nature behind— he even had it branded on him as a reminder— by the man he called his father, no less. 

How you managed to look past everything was a mystery. One he was willing to bend the rules to get his answer. 

"I've always wanted to kiss you." 

You stared back at him with an expression you couldn't understand yourself, even though his eyes exuded nothing but apathy. You felt your chest tighten and your lips quivered at his revelations. "Xanxus…"

"You know how much people would pay for that kind of information? But then your brother would lose his sister instead of gaining a brother-in-law," he chuckled as you made your approach. "Does that prove how much of a soft spot I have for you?"

You stood before him with tears in the corner of your eyes, and he drew you close by taking your hands in his… and you couldn't tell which of you was warmer.  

"Sometimes, I still wish it was me who died instead of mama," you told him, a slight quake in your voice as you lowered yourself into his embrace. "I never took any of my suitors seriously because I've been waiting for you to come back home."

Xanxus didn't have to know that you willingly waltzed into the palm of his hand. The danger he posed meant nothing compared to all those years of familiarity, of friendship— and frustration— and neither did he give you any reason to fear him. 

"I've always wanted to kiss you, too."

You sank into the maroon-colored plush comforters after what should have been a formal meeting with the boss of the Varia— and the underboss of the Vongola Family. The drinks didn't help your case, either. You've always been a lightweight. Xanxus knew that, too, but the tequila was simply divine and you haven't seen his face in a long time.

The same, familiar burning touch made its way to your thighs, the hem of your skirt slowly hiked up as it pooled around your waist. 

"Nnhh… X-Xanxus? Wh—?"

You knew it was him, even though he paid little attention to the little cries that left your lips. Those were no cries of protests, either, but more of longing. Yearning. Desiring. 

Warm. His touch underneath the silk of your dress was warm. You dove deep into his crimson gaze as he loomed over you, your legs spread out to give him space in between. 

"…ss m…" Your voice was a quiver and a murmur that he could only hear by leaning down. 

"What?"

And when he was close enough, you brought your lips to his ears and pleaded with the gentlest of voices. "Kiss me…"

It took him a moment to register what it was you just asked him, but your heady gaze gave it all away. His lips crashed onto yours, slowly evolving into an exchange of hungry and moist breaths. Without parting, his hands made their way up to your chest with urgency, cupping your breasts in his burning palms. He felt you moan into your kiss and struggle ever so slightly as you grasped his wrists to anchor yourself to him.

"Ah…!" You gasped for air as you finally parted. A thin trail of saliva connected you but gently broke off as Xanxus slowly pulled away from you to let you breathe. Once you've caught your breath, he leaned down closely and comfortably on top of you and brushed even warmer kisses on your neck. 

"Huh. You're actually kind of cute," He whispered in your ear, his warm breath both tickling and arousing your sense of sound. 

You pouted at his teasing quip, tears prickling your eyes. "I've always been cute!"

"'Course you are," he replied casually as he lifted the rest of your dress off you, your bareness in plain sight for him to see. 

Oh, you thought to yourself, surprised that you were able to manage a lucid thought after such a vulgar kiss. He motioned for you to arch your back a little as his hands fiddled with the clasp of your brassiere. 

We're really doing it…

You tried to blink away your tears, only for Xanxus to flick out his tongue and lick them away. 

"Ah…?"

"Quiet," he grunted at you, his hand gently but firmly grasping your chin now. "…Now be a good girl and open your mouth for me."

You obliged with his command, parting your glossy lips enough for him to slide his tongue in your mouth. The sound of your quiet but pleased moans filled his ears, his blood rushing someplace else now. 

He groped your breasts once again, sinking his fingers into the plush of your skin. Your kiss was broken when he moved to lick and suck on your hardened and aroused nipples this time. 

"Ah—! W-Wait—!" Your voice echoed in his quarters, rebounding against the thick stone walls. If there was some comfort in this, it was the fact that no one else could hear you lose yourself to the ecstasy that was sex with your long-time unrequited-requited love. 

Your fingers weaved through his dark hair, tugging as you felt a buildup of odd sensations between your thighs. "Nngh… ahh…!"

He slid a hand over your thigh and slipped it under the waistband of your underwear— and you flinched, not at all prepared for the steady rhythm of his fingers running over your moist entrance. 

Xanxus felt you tremble underneath him as he thrust his middle and index fingers into you, his lips curling into a sadistic yet pleased smile as your expression faded into one of pleasure.

"You know your brother's gonna kill me if he finds out about this," he said with a chuckle, moving at a pace that seemed agreeable from the way your face contorted with sexual delight. 

Your brows furrowed at his remark as you threw a garbled response at him. "D-Don't t-talk about Sa— Salvatore nowww! Ah—!"

The way he touched you was measured and precise, evidently practiced, but you pushed that thought down as he nipped at your jaw. You coiled your arms around his neck and drew him in for a kiss, but even with his lips on yours, a myriad of tender-sounding moans escaped your mouth unbidden.  

And he relished it all. 

"Hhnn… Th-There—! Ah…"

"You like it there, then?" He asked you, and you could tell from the sensual sound of his voice that he was nothing but pleased with how honest you were being.

"Wa— Wait— Ah— I…" You whimpered with more tears in your eyes, prompting him to slow down. "I want to make you feel good, too…"

A shit-eating grin made its way to his face, though he tried not to show it. He drew his fingers out of your already sopping pussy and brought them to his mouth, the scent and moisture clinging onto his tongue and lips. It was your flavor.

You slowly sat up and… gave the bed a big pat, gesturing for him to lie back down. Perhaps books can never give justice to the real thing, but you weren't one to back down from a challenge. 

Xanxus couldn't believe that you were ordering him around at first, but lie down he did, his elbows supporting the rest of his torso. He spread his long legs across the bed while you positioned yourself between them, unable to read the expression on his face at all, but the warm bulge that tented his black pants said everything you needed to know. 

You ran your hands over the bulge and felt him shift ever so slightly, his gaze narrowing and darkening as you moved to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants this time. He followed your steady movement with bated breath, a low hiss leaving his lips as you pulled out his throbbing cock and stroked it with fervor, building a steady but gentle pace gentle before gradually increasing your speed, your hot breath ghosting against his length.

He tried to relax. Relax. But thoughts ran through his head, such as how he tainted the only sacred thing in his life— Even though he's wanted to do it for the longest time…  

You felt him slightly shudder against your touch, even more so when you opened your mouth to lick his tip and suck him bit by bit, until the entire thing vanished up to your throat.

"Tch… Where the fuck did you learn to use your smart mouth like that, you fucking brat?" He grunted at you, a mix of pleasure and annoyance in his voice. The guiding hand on the crown of your head slightly tightened its grip on you, a fistful of your hair bunched in his fingers now as he motioned for you to slow down and stop.

Dark tears streaked your face, the glitter of your eye makeup slightly blinding you as Xanxus gripped your chin and pulled you forward into his arms, warm lips crashing against warm lips as he maneuvered you to lie comfortably on your back. 

"I'm not stopping," he said as loomed over you once again, his black hair like a curtain concealing everything but his face, and that pleased expression he had on. He positioned himself between your thighs, callused hands sinking into your waist as he positioned you to receive him. "Not even if you ask me."

"Th-That's fine…" You replied with a tremble in your voice, the rest of your senses lost to you as you felt his length running over the burning wetness of your folds. "You don't h-have to hold back at all."

Gentleness was not his forte at all, and even though the edge and sharpness of the first thrust didn't last long, he couldn't help but piston into you, fucking you deep into the plush comforters until you scratched your throat from all of your moaning. 

The pleasure was so easy to get lost in with how closely held you, shifting positions until he felt your insides spasm in sheer delight, until he came and watched you overflow with his cum. You didn't even think of the consequences— burning hot as it was inside you. 

"X-Xanxus…" You cried out to him now. "Any more of this— I-I'll get pregnant…!"

You lost count now, stupefied by the satisfaction he granted to you, and even though you were pleading now, he didn't stop moving. Not when he could feel your insides coil around him like that. 

"It's fine."

"Wh-Whaddya mean it's fine? Ah…!"

"Yeah, that's fine," Xanxus stated with the same shit-eating smirk you've always adored, but it faded as he held your gaze and commanded— "Bear my child."

"Che cazzo! Are you fucking serio— Gh!"

He chuckled at your surprised face, your blissed-out face that made him pick up his speed again, but not before telling you, "I promise to take responsibility."

And he moved again, the blinding force and the fullness of his weight over you stealing your breath. Your lips were parted but no voice slipped out, and you could only cling onto him hopelessly. 

"H-Hey," you grunted at him as you palmed his face, brushing up his dark hair to reveal a sharp gaze fixed solely on you. "Make me your wife."

Xanxus laced his fingers with yours, his pace picking up that it almost made the entire bed move. He wanted to speak again, but figured it could wait— your pussy couldn't. 

"C… Cumming— hh—!" You cried out to him, stars in your eyes as you convulsed under his weight, your blinding climax followed by his own, white warmth spilled in your innermost core. A single stream of his semen seeped out as he pulled out of you, your heady breaths fogging your vision until a cloud of sleepiness landed on you. 

You fell into a cozy rest not long afterward, whispering stories of triumph and composing your speech for Salvatore, knowing he'd be the first to protest. As you were comfortably nestled on his side, using his long arm as a pillow, you drew unconcentrated circles on his chest until he broke the silence. 

"Stay here in Palermo with me," came his short statement, which sounded more like a command than a request. 

Still, he looked incredibly serious and your fat brain was telling you to rile him up. "Is that your idea of a proposal?" 

"What the fuck do you want me to say?"

"For starters, you can tell me… Well, I guess better tell you first since I happen to be sure about how I feel," you said, propping your chip up his chest to better see his reaction. "I love you."

Xanxus stared at you for what felt like hours, his hand running up and down your arm in a strange rhythm. 

"Cat got your tongue?" You teased him, only for him to tenderly whisper something in your ear in a heart-rending voice that drew out the tears in your eyes. 

"Voi siete il mio cuore, la mia anima e la mia vita." 

You are my heart, my soul, my life.

So you kiss him— and it might never be enough to take away all of his pain, but he assured you that it was enough. It will be now. You kissed him until his breath steadied and the sleep settled in his exhausted bones. Until he figured it was safe enough to do so, with you locked in his arms.  

It was the most restful night he had in ten years. 

Xanxus woke up with the morning sunlight tickling his face. He forgot that you didn't close the curtains last night. His dazed thoughts were rattled when he reached over the other side of the bed and found it empty. 

He sat up slowly and brushed up the dark hair over his face, chuckling at the realization that you had left before he could wake up.

"Tch. Little tramp."

— Ancora.

Xanxus knew he had to be prepared for anything the moment he set foot in Villa Andolini. Two weeks have passed since your supposed exchange of feelings and he hated being left to wonder. Why the hell did you leave without saying goodbye in the first place? Then again, he wouldn't be surprised if you changed your mind all of a sudden.

"Wondering will do nothing, boss!" One of his subordinates, Lussuria, commented on his wordless concern. "You two have known each other since forever! Surely any worries you have will vanish once you talk things out again."

Whatever worry he had on his mind was stamped out quickly when he laid eyes on you in your estate's orange grove, directing your family's soldato as they picked out the ripe oranges hanging from your trees. He had forgotten all about your family's harvesting season.

"Careful not to drop those, Lu. The fruit'll bruise and all— Oh! What a surprise!"

You beamed at the man in black from across your orange grove, removing your gardening gloves and pocketing them in your denim overalls. Your brother's men acknowledged your visitor with a short bow, leaving your presence after carefully stacking the wooden fruit crates close to the orchard's entry point. 

"The hell have you been up to?"

"Corporal punishment, or so my brother says. He lost his shit when I didn't return home last we met. He even beat the crap out of Luca even though I said it was my idea. But before everything else, I want to tell you that I really am pregnant. No surprises there," you said with a smile as you fished something out of your left pocket. It was a positive pregnancy test, something Xanxus cluelessly blinked at as you handed it to him. "You're lucky Salvatore isn't around today because he was so angry when he saw the test on my dresser."

"Where's he now?"

"Catania. His wife's new bakery's been keeping him busy lately. Papa's with him, too, since Niccolo wants to see him. I, on the other hand, have been given more responsibility around here even though I've been advised by our family doctor to slow down. Don't worry, though! I'm just ordering the men around and they've been making me laugh nonstop. Lu and everyone else said I could leave the heavy lifting to them," you stated, hands on your hips as you walked back into your house. "But now that you're here, I think I want to go to the beach today. And I'm kinda craving paninis."

"Making demands now, are we?" Xanxus chuckled, a guiding hand on your shoulders as you walked up the steps. 

"It's your big-headed kid making those demands, dumb ass," you laughed, slowly turning back to him in wonder. "Wait a sec, what are you doing here anyways?"

"Figured I'd do good on a promise I made, even though someone was drunk as a fuckin' bat when she told me," he stated, a hint of a laugh leaving through his nose as he pulled out a small ring box from his coat pocket. "I'm here to make you my wife."

"Well, what a lovely day this is. A ring, the beach, maybe some paninis, too," you remarked with a tender smile as you eyed the gold band around your ring finger, the single garnet adorned with even smaller diamonds glittering in the morning sun. The gemstone reminded you of his gaze, as though he was saying, "I've got my eye on you."

For all of his austerity, you knew for certain that Xanxus would be a good husband to you. He brought your hand to his lips and pressed kisses on your freezing knuckles to warm them up. 

"Xanxus, cuore mia… You don't have to keep on doing that anymore. You… might think you won't have a place in this world if you don't do as you're told, but he's wrong about that," you stated, bringing your hand to caress his cheek. "You'll always have a place here. With me. No matter what it is you've done, you're still you— still the same person I know and love. I have always loved."

I know, he thought to himself as he contentedly sank into your caress. There would be no more aimless wandering for him from now on. Not when he had a reason to come home. "I know."

🌺 Index of foreign words and phrases used (without translations): Riunione - Reunion Grazie - Thank you Chiama e Ritorna - Call and Return Congratulazioni - Congratulations Capo - Short for Caporegime, basically means mafia lieutenant Girasole - Sunflower Principessa - Princess Caro figlia - Dear daughter Soldato - Soldier, the lowest ranking member of mafia families Cafone - Peasants Che cazzo! - What the fuck! Ancora - Anchor Cuore mia - My heart

🌺 Author's note:

"What, a fic?! And for KHR, too! I thought you were on a break, Mari!" I still am! But you know how slithery brain worms can get when you leave them be? I wrote this after checking out old drafts in my old email! And guess what the original part was. It was the smut scene, of all things. That piece of smut was one of the few fics I wrote back when I was still so, so madly in love with the series. It was not my best work, but 23-year-old Mari did what she could with what knowledge she had back then lol. (Of course, what you read now was fine-tuned to my current knowledge.)

And I can't believe I wrote a whole ass background story around the smut, which is only like 15% of this entire fic. Someone shoot me already.

KHR remains my Roman Empire to this very day. I still hope for the day the remaining manga arcs get animated. A girl can dream! And if you've noticed, this piece is riddled with The Godfather references and many other things... And yes, this piece is indeed named after that one Vocaloid song. (How low can I go, you ask?!) There were no themes of poisoning here. It was actually just the tequila.

As always, I hope this finds the target audience, and I truly hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. 🧡

Much love, Mari 🧡

[gingerteafairy]

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

He's strong enough to survive any temptation.

tags n warnings: kit walker x fem!reader, fiance!kit, menace!reader, religion, marriage, suggestive, breeding kink. word count: +800. masterlist

Kit Walker was a strong man. That alone was enough to convince your father to finally accept that you were in a serious relationship with another man. Kit wasn’t religious, but he was a man of faith and courage—qualities that helped him rise above the cruel whispers about him in town. Divorced at twenty-six, with a Mustang and a sultry Southern drawl. A recipe for temptation.

But Kit was strong enough not to listen to the gossip. Strong enough to be the best man he could for you. He went to church every Sunday in a suit and tie, earning your father’s reluctant respect. At some point, your family seemed to like Kit even more than they liked you. It wasn’t surprising. Kit was perfect.

You were not. You never had been.

You were like a storm that your parents soon knew they couldn't control. Teasing Kit became a routine. Mini skirts, tiny bikinis in the summer, increasing the number of popsicles and lollipops you consumed in front of him, making sure you made piercing eye contact.

Maybe your parents hoped Kit would guide you back to the right path. But you loved him despite everything. Because of everything. Each day, the feeling only grew, making it unbearable to be away from him, to be without his touch on your skin.

It was late when Kit’s Mustang rolled to a stop in front of your house. The engine hummed softly before cutting off, and the night grew silent. He stepped out first, moving with effortless confidence as he walked around and opened the door for you—just like he always did. You slid out, smoothing down the hem of your short skirt while he shut the door behind you. The two of you walked toward the garage, your footsteps quiet against the pavement.

Inside, the house was dark, hushed. Everyone was asleep. “I think I’ll just stay here for a bit,” Kit murmured as he stepped inside, his voice low. “Don’t wanna wake ‘em up.”

“Stay with me a little longer,” you pleaded, pouting slightly as you took his hands in yours, your fingers lacing together.

He exhaled softly, giving you a look that made your heart flutter and sink at the same time. “My sweet girl,” he whispered, gently pulling his hands away. “You know I can’t.”

“But why?” you asked, tilting your head in feigned innocence as you inched closer.

His lips twitched, a knowing smirk playing on them. “You’ll end up pregnant,” he said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

A shiver ran down your spine. It wasn’t a secret how much you admired his beauty. He looked like he had been sculpted by the hands of a master artist, a gift from God Himself. But your desire for him was far from holy.

Kit let out a quiet chuckle, stepping closer until the warmth of his body enveloped you. He lifted your chin with two fingers, forcing you to meet his gaze. “What’s wrong?” he inquired, voice deep and teasing. “You didn’t think I was innocent, did you?”

You swallowed, trying to steady your breath. “No… I just—” You took a step back instinctively, only to find yourself pressed against the wall. He didn’t move away. “Kit, my parents—”

His smirk deepened. “Feeling shy now?” he taunted, his voice laced with amusement. He leaned in, pressing slow, lingering kisses to both corners of your lips. You barely had time to catch your breath before he spoke again, voice like velvet and sin.

“You didn’t seem so shy these past few months.” His fingers traced a slow path down your arm, igniting goosebumps in their wake. His eyes darkened, sharp and unreadable. “What’s changed now?”

You fell silent, your mind blank. You had no idea what to say—what could you say? Kit had changed completely. What you didn’t know was that there was a beast inside him, one that grew stronger with each passing encounter. It tormented him, gnawed at him, left him restless and desperate. He studied you for a moment, his gaze unreadable, before leaning in close—so close you could feel his breath ghosting over your ear.

“If you knew we were getting married next week,” he whispered, voice low and teasing, “you wouldn’t be so anxious.”

Your eyes widened in shock. Your hand flew to your mouth, stifling the silent gasp that escaped you. Surprise, excitement, fear—all crashing into you at once, a whirlwind of emotion you couldn’t control.

“Kit… what do you mean?” your voice was barely above a whisper. “My father—how did you—?”

“Simple, darlin’,” he chuckled, pulling back just enough so his lips brushed against yours as he murmured, “I’m a strong man.”

And then he stepped away. This time, he turned and walked toward the door, leaving you standing there, stunned, breathless. You barely had time to process what was happening before your body moved on its own, following him outside in a daze.

He stopped at the doorway, one hand on the knob, before suddenly turning back. His eyes burned into yours for a brief moment—then his lips crashed against yours in a kiss so deep it stole the air from your lungs.

“Get ready,” he warned, gripping your waist possessively. “Next week, you’re not running from me.”

[rosie-rosem]

heart of our home

❥ pairing: husband!dad!jay x wife!mom!fem!reader

❥ genre: slight angst, slight fluff, parents!au, comfort

❥ summary: as much as you cherished your role as a wife and mother, there were moments when you felt overwhelmed. Jay's parents often visited while he was at work. They were kind people, but there was an unspoken expectation that you would cater to their every need simply because you are the wife and homemaker.

❥ warnings: mention of food, crying, feeling taken for granted, mostly lowercase, grammar mistakes, let me know if i missed something.

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WC: 530

A/N: hihi, i wanted to post something other than tweeting hearts or the tlit21c series so here we are! i had this in my drafts for a while, but i hope you enjoy it although it’s quite short! :D

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you didn't mind being hospitable, but it sometimes left you feeling unappreciated and taken for granted.

today was no different. Jay's parents had stopped by, and you welcomed them with a warm smile, just like you always did. you prepared a meal for them, and as they finished eating, you cleared the dishes and tidied up the kitchen. all the while, you kept a cheerful facade, not wanting to burden Jay with your feelings.

after they left, min-ju your daughter was put to bed, and you awaited Jay's return. as the front door opened, you looked up, attempting to mask the subtle sorrow in your eyes. Jay walked in, and though he greeted you with a loving smile, he sensed something wasn't right.

"hey, you," he said softly, setting his bag down. "how was your day?"

"It was good," you replied, avoiding eye contact. "just the usual." you turned away, pretending to busy yourself with the dishes, hoping he wouldn't press further. but Jay was intuitive; he knew you too well.

he stepped closer, wrapping his arms around you gently. "come on, love, I can tell something's bothering you. you know you can talk to me, right?"

you sighed, feeling the weight of your emotions crumbling your composure. "it's just... I sometimes feel like I'm taken for granted. your parents expect me to do everything for them just because I'm the wife. It's like I don't have a say in anything when they're around."

Jay listened attentively, his eyes filled with understanding. "i’m sorry, y/n. I didn't realize it was getting to you like this. i’ll talk to my parents and make sure they understand that you're not just here to serve them or me."

Tears welled up in your eyes, touched by his concern. "I just don't want to cause any problems, Jay." He gently wiped away a tear with his thumb. "you're not causing problems, you're expressing yourself, and that's important. you're the heart of our home, not just a servant for anyone. I love you for everything you do, and I want you to be happy."

In that moment, you felt a sense of relief and gratitude. Jay's reassurance and empathy were exactly what you needed. with him by your side, you knew you didn't have to bear this burden alone.

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Jay spoke to his parents about the situation, ensuring that they respected and appreciated your role as a wife and mother. They soon understood that you were an equal partner in the household. and so, your interactions became more harmonious.

you and jay grew even closer through this experience. he made an effort to help with household chores and took a more active role in managing visits from his parents. we learned to communicate openly and honestly, fostering a deeper bond that strengthened our family.

life didn't magically become perfect, but it improved significantly. Jay's parents now saw you as a cherished member of their family, and you felt valued and loved in your role as a wife and mother. you both took knowing that you could rely on each other's support and understanding, making your home a place of love, understanding, and acceptance.

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