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weluvrin · 4 months ago

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𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏- 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬

Warnings: Cursing, Drinking, Mention of Prostitution, Underage Drinking, Not proofread, & I think that’s all I apologize if I missed some

Word count: 4k+

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"What was the purpose of this," Suna asked Kita as he and some of his old volleyball teammates took a seat in front of a stage. "Right like I honestly thought I was going to go see ice spice shake some ass or something" Atsumu threw in, Kita had dragged them to a 'concert' that he's been wanting to go to for a while now but didn't want to go by himself, and he also was able to get his hands on some tickets.

"Oh my gosh be grateful, I paid a lot for the tickets so you could give me a thank you or something," Kita said as his head hung low "Yeah lay up off of him, plus its Y/n playing she's really good at the piano, and she's also friends with that dude that makes music his names Makai right?" Aran asked Kita while patting Kita on the back as Kita shook his head yes.

"You're only saying that because Kitas paying for food after this," Suna said "I will literally leak your address please shut the fuck up," Aran said "All of you just hush it's about to start" Kita shouted at them as they all went quiet.

After a good five minutes after Kita shut them all up the stage lights went dim and the curtains lifted, it then revealed you with a black dress that fitted you just right as now everyone was quiet and all eyes were on you.

Clapping noises were heard even before you started talking which brought a smile to your face, "Hi," you said to the crowd as they greeted you back.

"Before I start the show I would like like to thank some people, First I would like to thank you all for the support I've been getting and I would also like to say fuck dispatch but that's for another day but anyways next I would like to thank my dad, my high school friend group, and my new friends, Sakusa and Kageyama, you say pointing to them who were backstage as they stepped out from behind the curtain to wave.

"With all of that being said let's start," you said walking towards the piano before taking a seat in front of it, "Kita she could be on the cover of a magazine she's so fine," Tsumu said "I bet I could get her number," Osamu said looking over at Atsumu, "You barely pull any bitches there's no way you're getting that," Suna said.

"Holy fuck what if she's gay," Aran said as everyone just turned and looked at him "I mean I would look good with a wig and tits," Suna said shrugging his shoulders as everyone now started looking at his, "that's actually rambunctious Suna," Aran said.

"Pause who the fuck says rambunctious," Atsumu says now looking at Aran, "I do now pay attention," Kita said as he watched your fingers glide on the piano keys as a beautiful sound was made with each note. Almost as beautiful as you.

The concert was coming to an end soon as some people started to leave early to beat the crowd. "I got us a way to meet y/n," Atsumu says, hitting Aran's shoulder and then showing him his phone, it showed messages between him and Sakusa "Bro Kitas going to flip," Aran said looking over at Atsumu.

"If that means he'll buy me more drinks then I do not mind," Atsumu said, smirking at Aran.

As the concert came to an end you stood up, pulled your dress down, and thanked everyone who came as they gathered their things and started to head out, you then walked backstage and saw your now three friends as the third one made a surprise appearance.

While all of that was going on Atsumu revealed that Sakusa said they were allowed to come backstage and that he would be waiting on them, Kita tried his best to stay calm, Suna was happy he could see the pretty girl he was staring at the whole time, Osamu was going to try and bag you, and everyone else was there for the food Kita would pay for later.

As soon as Sakusa let them backstage they were brought to the sight of y/n and a girl standing beside her, "Y/n, Asami, meet my friends Kita, Suna, Aran, Atsumu, and Osamu," Sakusa said as you shook all of their hands as they greeted you till you got to a certain brown haired boy, "I'm Suna," he said shaking your hand "I honestly think i like him he's pretty," you said looking behind you at Asami.

"You're literally so prettier in person," Kita said not trying to make it weird, "Thank you so much," you said looking over at Kita while Suna was still holding your hand. "Dating her wouldn't end well for you nor her," Kageyama said walking up behind you as Asami walked behind him.

"You know what will end well, us getting food," Asami said, patting Kageyama's back and starting to walk towards the exit. "You think I could get her number?," Atsumu said, looking over at you as you just crossed your arms and followed Asami out the exit and to your car that's parked right next to Asami's.

"She's dating Oikawa, dispatch literally made a whole article about it, and we all know Oikawa doesn't like you," Sakusa said as Atsumu looked over at Sakusa. Atsumu walked towards the exit with everyone else following behind.

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Soon everyone arrived at the 24 hour cafe and Kita told everyone that he would pay if their meal was under a hundred dollars, after he made that clear they made their way into the cafe and were seated as soon as everyone got in, "I like pig by Makai," Atsumu said while sitting down.

"Bro your ass is so random," Osamu said looking over at his brother, "I'm not random i know they're friends with him and that's a free way to get to meet him," Atsumu said shrugging his shoulders, "I just got off the phone with that dickhead," Asami said looking down at her phone. "He literally hasn't responded to my text in like three days," you said crossing your arms, "you called him a fatherless bitch I wouldn't respond to you either," Sakusa said looking at you.

"Are you all always like this," Kita asked, looking at you "I mean not always, when we're being public figures we act like high class people," you said smiling at him as the waitress started walking up to the table. "Welcome to 'The Cafe'. I'll be your waiter for this afternoon. First, let's start with drinks. What would everyone like to drink?" she said, looking around at everyone at the table before everyone started to speak up and say what they wanted to drink.

After getting the drinks and ordering the food you stepped out of the restaurant to go to your car. Once you entered the driver's seat you opened the glove compartment searching for the small bottle of Xanax that you had stored away. Once you took two out of the bottle you reached for the bottle of water that was in your cup holder.

You popped the pill. You felt disgusted with yourself, what made you wanna relapse, you asked yourself cause you had your friends with you and some new people you had just met, you were having fun so what made you wanna relapse?

Your thoughts were cut off by the passenger door opening. "What are you doing?" Suna said looking at you and then down at the bottle "Don't tell," you said looking at him "I won't tell if you won't tell," Suna said looking at you as you tilted your head confused about what he meant, he then pulled out a bag with four pills. You waited a second before speaking again "What is it?" you asked him, looking him in the eyes.

Suna just smiled and put one of the pills in his hand "Atsumu called them Walmart Xanax," he said, handing the one he put in his hands to you. "You're fucking crazy," you said as you took it from him and placed the pill on your tongue, and showed it to him as you swallowed it.

After a minute of not talking Suna smiled "I'm crazy but you took it" Suna said as he took one of the pills and grabbed your water bottle. "I took it because I trusted you, do you do this for other girls?" you asked letting yourself get relaxed in the driver's seat "Often," he said winking at you.

"So you're a player?" you asked in a joking manner "No I'm just fucking with you, but is it getting to you?" he asked about the pill, you didn't say anything "They feel like Walmart Xanax," you said as Suna just laughed.

After a few minutes of silence, Suna spoke up "I think we should go back in before they get worried or some shit," he said opening the passenger door as you shook your head and opened the drivers door. The two of you walked back into the cafe and sat back at the table as everyone turned their attention to the two of you, "what took the two of you so long," Kita asked, as Suna looked at you, you tried to contain your laughter but the two of you ended up let out a somewhat loud laugh.

"Alright now it wasn't that funny," Aran said, putting his lips in a thin line which made the two of you laugh even more. Now everyone at the table went quiet as You and Suna still let out little chuckles "they off a perc," Atsumu said as he pulled out his phone to record the two of you. "Suna he...Suna had gave," you said before stopping and laughing "he gave me this fucking...MYSTERY pill," you said giggling with Suna and putting your head on his shoulder.

Everyone was now looking at you and Suna "nooo," Atsumu said laughing, already knowing what kind of pill it was. "You relapsed," Asami said looking over at you with a slight smile "we can finally get fucked up without Y/n complaining about how she dosen't want to relapse blah blah blah," Kageyama said taking a sip of his drink.

"That's concerning, why are y'all acting like it's no problem" Kita said, "we knew she was going to relapse either today or tomorrow night at Kenma's party," Sakusa said looking at Kita.

"Pause how the fuck did you get into one of Kenmas parties," Osamu asked looking shocked, not even a second later everyone of your friends looked at Asami all but you cause the pill was still hitting you hard. "Im a youtuber and i own a guitar store," Asami said.

"But Y/n also gets invited but isn't allowed to invite anyone ken has strict rules because of what happened last year," Asami said "what happened last year and why cant y/n invite someone but you can," Aran asked "whoa so many questions get me drunk then i'll answer questions," Asami said picking up some fries off her plate. After everyone finished their food Atsumu made a group chat so everyone could stay in contact, then Sakusa hinted at going to a bar as everyone agreed on going to the bar. Well everyone that was still sober.

"I'll drive Y/n's car and her and Suna can ride in it," Kageyama said, helping you and Suna in the car. After a long struggle to put the both of you in the car he drove behind Osamu to the bar.

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Soon Kageyama arrived at the bar as everyone was now parked and ready to go in. "Wait, do we bring them two in?" Aran asked pointing to the back seat of your car to you and Suna who were lying in the backseat. Everyone just stopped and looked over at the car "i'll bring her a fireball back" Asami said giving everyone an awkward smile as they shook their shoulders and entered the building.

A few minutes of silence with you and Suna till you spoke up "they left!" you said slurring your words. "Wanna fuck?" Suna said, "I dont suck dick for free," you said crossing your arms ''i'll pay you," Suna said winking. "No but..." you said looking at him "if you take me on a date ill fuck you," you said winking at him "are you for real?" Suna asked you, eyes opening wide before going back to normal "No," you said giggling at him.

"Come home with me," you said, climbing into the driver's seat. "My sister," he mumbled before struggling to get in the passenger seat as you turned on the car and the warm heat hit your cold skin "Ima go get your sister," you said smiling hard at Suna before pausing "I have no idea where you live," you said looking Suna dead in the eyes. After the awkward silence he gave you his address as you shook your head and drove off.

15 minutes later you arrived at Sunas house. Suna stumbled out of the car before hunching over as he gagged a few times before throwing up in the grass. "You're...you're so dramatic I wasn't driving THAT crazy" you stated before clutching your stomach to stop yourself from throwing up. "Camera recording" you heard before you looked around "SUNA WERE BEING RECORDED!" you said looking over at him with a worried expression "it's just the security camera," he said before falling in the grass.

"Bros gone," a female voice said "I didn't know god was a woman," Suna said reaching for the sky "you're a fucking dumbass," you said laughing "sorry for my brother," the female said "I'm Asana, Sunas sister" Asana said "Get in," Suna said entering the car again "if you throw up in my car I'm going to beat your ass," you said to Suna "ima go get Suna some clothes," Asana said walking back in the house.

"Suna, I think ima be sick," you said, holding your stomach. Suna's head hung low "I'm sorry," Suna said before attempting to open the door but it only opened slightly before he threw up on the door.

YOU STUPID BITCH, Is what you wanted to say "get in the backseat before I hurt you," is what you said. Suna got out the car and opened the backseat and got in soon after asana got back "what the hell happened," she said looking at Suna who looked helpless in the backseat "he threw up in the passenger seat so you have to sit in the backseat with him," you said trying to keep your composure.

You then started the car and started pulling out the driveway now heading to your house. The car ride was out of hand, you were struggling to stay on one side of the road, Suna and Asana were yelling at each other, Suna tried to open the car door and make Asana fall out, and you were tempted to start doing donuts on the highway.

After 25 minutes of chaos you arrived at your house. Asana stumbled out of the car because of Suna gripping on her shirt as she yelled profanities at him, you started stumbling towards the front door to unlock it, it took a few seconds before the key slid into the slot and the door unlocked as the three of you entered the house.

"This is nice," Asana said looking around. "I have to throw up," Suna said as you looked at him and pointed to the bathroom. As soon as he got to the bathroom you tried to stumble your way into the living room before Asana grabbed you and helped you to get to the living room chair as you laid down on the chair as your eyes started to close.

After 5 minutes you heard the buzz of your phone, you grabbed the phone looking to see who called, it was Sakusa. "Dude where are you," you heard him shout at you "don't yell at me" you slurred "Im going to yell at you if you dont tell me where the fuck you're at," Kageyama yelled in the background "SHE'S AT HOME," you heard Asami say it took you a minute to realize how she knew where you were till you remembered the two of you were sharing locations cause you would always get lost at Kenma's parties when you and Asami would go.

"We're on our way," Sakusa said before hanging up the phone, leaving you staring at a black screen. "Can i open this bottle," you heard Asana say holding up a bottle of fireball, it took you a few seconds to comprehend before shaking your head yes at the girl, not asking questions or anything just saying yes.

"I thought you would be another lame girl Suna hooks up with," Asana says, spinning you around as the two of you danced to the Justin bieber song that played. "He's not the type to date so it kind of surprises me when he brings a girl or let alone let her meet me," Asana continued to talk as you listened, enjoying the girl's presents as her brother still sat in the bathroom. Five more minutes of dancing and Asana talking you finally heard the front door open indicating that your friends had got here as they made their way to the large living room where the music was playing.

"It wouldn't be Y/n if she wasn't playing justin bieber and still drinking even though she's out of it," Sakusa said, grabbing you from Asana "wait a damn second Asana's 16 about to be 17," Aran says looking at the bottle in her hand "I've done worse at 16 a little drinky drink won't hurt" you slurred at Aran "now look how you turned out the drinking at an early age didn't help much did it," Kageyama said as you looked up at him with wide eyes. After Kageyama said that the room had gotten quiet.

"Why would you say that let's not act like you didn't have a sex addiction and getting money from fucking older women so you shouldn't shame her for the way she copes with things,"Asami said sitting down next to Asana who was now trying to sleep.

"Well maybe yall should have educated me yall were older after all," Kageyama said "by one fucking year how was I supposed to help you if I could barely help myself," Asami shouted "I would say some other stuff but if I do you'd go running to your pussy ass boyfriend," Kageyama said, talking about Oikawa. Now the room was completely quiet as everyone was now looking at Asami, "let's end this conversation before it gets out of hand," Sakusa suggested before another voice spoke up.

"Where is Rin," Kita asked as Asana pointed to the bathroom that was just down the hall from the living room.

Kita hit himself in the head as he made his way down the hall to get Suna "okay let's get you in bed my love," Sakusa said as he lifted you up bridal style and carried you up the stairs to your room.

As Sakusa carried you up the stairs, wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your head into his neck. "Sakusa," you mumbled under your breath as he laid you down on your queen sized bed as he gave you a small 'hm' "I still think about us," you say as his eyes widened but soon went back to normal. It took Sakusa a minute to process what you had just said "don't say such things when you're under the influence," he says back to you.

It's true you slept with Sakusa a couple of times but it was because the both of you were lonely and he knew he couldn't fully have you so what was the point of constantly sleeping with each if the relationship wasn't going to go anywhere and you weren't going to fully belong to him. "I'm serious Omi," you say grabbing his hand "No you don't mean it so please just go to bed and it'll be best for the both of us if we don't talk about it," he slightly shouts at the end. Before he left the room he knew the drunk tears were coming so he slowly turned around, "look im-" he was cut off at the sight of seeing you sleeping.

You were just drunk talking, he thinks as he makes his way back downstairs. Once he got to the living room the music was still playing but everyone was asleep even after the small argument they just had, due to the fact that it was 1 in the morning and everyone had a couple of drinks. Sakusa then turns around and goes upstairs to the guest room where he and kageyama would usually sleep when they would sleep over at your house.

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The sun started to rise as it shined on your face through the curtains as you shifted to your side so the sun wouldn't be shining directly in your face just to be fully awoken by a face being directly in front of yours. "If you scream I swear ima beat your ass cause i know your morning breath is on 100 right now" Mai said opening her eyes to look at Y/n.

You moved away from her before speaking, "how the fuck you get in my house?" You asked "Sakusa let me in plus that pretty boy just left. I wish I could have got his number," Mai said, now sitting up "what pretty boy?" You asked looking confused, "The tall, looks like he's never touched a woman in his life, brown hair, and he has a sister that walked out with him," she said, explaining what Suna looked like.

"Rin," you said, getting up from your bed and walking to the bathroom that was connected to your bedroom. "You're friends with him, you think you could put me on?" She said winking at you "nope I'm not planning on sharing him and aren't you dating ushi," you said picking up your toothbrush, putting toothpaste on it and running water over it.

"Anyways, let's stop talking about pretty boy for a second. Are you going to Kenma's party," she asked as you nodded your head yes "wanna start drinking early," she smiled at you as you finished brushing your teeth "it's 9 in the morning I'm not drinking at this time of the day," you said glancing at her before wiping your face.

"Then at 12 I already got drinks downstairs," she said, hopping off your bed and exiting the room. You then grabbed your phone and made your way downstairs, "Y/n you're finally up Sakusa made me wait to eat till you woke up," Kageyama said, taking a bite of his bacon sandwich.

"I wouldn't be up if Mai didn't come waking me up," you say, grabbing a piece of bacon. "I told her to plus she bought drinks so we could have some fun before kenma's party," Sakusa says smiling, everyone continuing to talk as you sat beside Kageyama and started scrolling on your phone before you got a text

xxx-xxx-xxxx

I had fun with you pretty

It said as your eyes opened wide "OMI WHO IS THIS?" you asked, showing him only the number as he leaned over the counter to look closer at your phone "that's Suna," he said as you gave him a 'hm' before he went back to what he was doing before.

Y/n

I would have had a bunch of fun if you didn't throw up in my car��

xxx-xxx-xxxx

I'll clean it before Kenmas party. Is that okay with you???

Y/n

Yess we're going to be at my house I'll send you the location

xxx-xxx-xxxx

Okay pretty I'll see you then 🩷

You smiled at the heart he sent, "what are you smiling at?" Asami asked, "Was it that pretty boy?" Mai asked, smiling at you as you shook your head yes "You're hot so of course he's going to find a way to get your number," Asami says taking a sip of the orange juice she had. "Don't keep telling her stuff like that. I am already starting to think she's narcissistic" Sakusa said, running his fingers through his hair "Im hot so that makes up for it right?" you asked, looking at Asami as she nodded her head yes.

"No cause that makes him fall into your trap and you shouldn't listen to Asami anyways she has Oikawa in a chokehold. He's pussy whipped or something," Kageyama explained. He wasn't wrong about the things he was saying and that's one thing about Kageyama. He'll just randomly start saying some true shit. "Alright enough of that kind of talk i have three Pre-rolls, and a bunch of buzzballz to start our day," Mai said pulling out everything "wait i need to take a shower first cause last time i waited right before the party and was a little drunk i fell in the shower," you explained to them as kageyama giggled.

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You've gotten ready as you made your way back downstairs and back into the kitchen. "Why do yall insist on sitting in the kitchen when I have a living room and a den?" you asked them as they didn't respond and just stared at you, "you took like 15 pictures before you came down here didn't you?" Sakusa asked, already knowing the answer to it "I mean can you blame her, she looks good," Kageyama said looking at your outfit.

You wore a silver dress that sparkled when the light hit it with some matching heels. "How the fuck did you get that dress thats for the next runway show for Chanel?" Mai asked with wide eyes "My manager. How did you know this was for the next show?" you asked Mai, giving her the side eye "mind your business" she said as you mumbled 'same to you' under your breath.

The conversation had ended, a bottle had been opened and now the four of you are now taking shots at 1 in the afternoon with music blasting through the speakers. All of it was disturbed by a knock at the door as you got out of your chair to answer it. "Who is it?" you asked "Suna" you heard the voice from the other side of the door say as you opened the door, you then opened the door and it showed Suna smiling down at you "Im done," he said taking off his gloves "how? you just got here," you asked him "you left your car doors unlocked, but can i come in" he said as you opened the door wider so he could walk in as you shut the door behind you after he entered the house.

You walked behind Suna into the kitchen as he took a seat near Sakusa. "You're not supposed to be here till 5 cause Kenmas party starts at 6," Sakusa said, throwing some shade at Suna, "You know how dads get at times so i didn't want to put up with that so me and Asana left" Suna explained as Sakusa took the hint that his dad did somthing fucked up. Asami cleared her throat to distract everyone from the conversation about Suna's dad.

"Uhhh you want a couple of buzzball?" Kageyama asked Suna offering one to him "We also have Pre-rolls if you want one," Mai said holding one up "no i'm okay I'll just wait till the party," Suna said pulling out his phone.

"Okay pause, how did you get an invite? Cause I've never seen you at one of kenma parties." Mai asked suna "mutual friends," he said, giving her a dry response as she poked her lips out realizing he didn't want to talk to her.

"Okay so we're leaving out at 4:30 cause I have to pick up kita, Aran, and the twins," Sakusa said picking up a shot glass "Also make sure Y/n doesn't leave anyone's sight last time she almost flashed everyone," Asami said side eyeing you "okay now I didn't flash anything," you said as everyone but Suna started disagreeing "I most definitely got a whiff of it," Mai says as you opens your eyes wide "You smelt it?" You asked genuinely concerned "NOT IN THAT WAY! BUT WE ALL SAW YOUR UNDERBOOB," Mai shouted as everyone but Suna shook their heads.

"I'd like to see that," Suna says not looking up from his phone "you're a pervert," you say with a slight smile, "who wouldn't act that way when they see you, you look gorgeous," he said now looking you in your eyes "oooo that's so cute," Asami says grabbing her straw and taking a sip out of her drink. You weren't used to getting compliments other than it being your close friends and some of your fans so it shocked you a little when he called you gorgeous.

"Stop I'm going to cum if yall keep complimenting me like this" you said taking a sip out of Asami's drink "Y/n you don't know where her dick sucking lips been," sakusa said smirking at Asami as she stood up "now we gotta fight catch me outside whore," Asami said as you looked over at sakusa waiting for his reply "you just going to take that?" Suna said instigating the situation.

It was silent for a moment till Sakusa stood up and started walking to the front door, Asami then walked to the front door as you, Suna, and Kageyama rushed to get up and follow the two outside. "20 dollars on Asami," you say looking at Suna and Kageyama "40 on Sakusa," Suna said looking at the two throw up their set "I bet it's going to be a tie," Kageyama said as Sakusa threw the first swing but missed.

"See if it was a real fight Asami would win. She'd kick him in the knee he's weak in then he would fall to the ground she would get on top and finish the fight with face punches." Kageyama explained to you and Suna as Sakusa Asami continued to play fight. The fighting lasted 5 more minutes till Asami fell onto the grass and Sakusa sat on her as she yelled insults at him.

"Well run me my money pretty girl," suna said winking at you as you pulled two 20's out of your pocket and placed it in his hand. "UNHAND me you troglodyte," Asami yelled at Sakusa "Ima go help," you said running towards Sakusa and Asami. "She's really pretty even in that dress," Suna said to Kageyama while looking at you.

It took Kageyama a few seconds to say something, "she's a messy, and self centered girl. She's going deaf and uses that as an excuse to get away from her problems and she also uses her dad's death to get away with stuff. But she can also be so beautiful and kind, and that's what get people caught like Oikawa," Kageyama said, barely showing any emotion.

"But isn't Asami dating Oikawa?" Suna asked as Kageyama nodded his head "she met Asami and became friends with her after Oikawa and Asami started dating but she knew of Asami because of Asami's YouTube channel," Mai said coming up behind the two of them "that's not to bad I've experienced worse," suna said shrugging his shoulders and starting walking back into your house along with Mai, and Kageyama

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4:30 then comes around everyone's dressed and now it was time to go get the twins, kita, and Aran. Suna agreed to picking up the twins and you were picking up kita and Aran.

You and Suna started backing out the driveway. If only you knew what tonight had in store for you maybe you wouldn't have gone.

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Day 31: Yasutora 'Chad' Sado ~ Cuddling

Pairing: Yasutora Sado x Wynter Hughes [Nonbinary OC] Word Count: ~2.1k Date Published: October 31, 2023 WARNINGS: 18+ Minors/Ageless get blocked, Sub!Switch!Yasutora, Small Dom/Big Sub, Established Relationship, Handjob, Vaginal Sex, Cuddling Sex, Cock Riding, Praise, Creampie Note: Terms such as pussy/cock/dick/etc. get used. Wynter also uses the term 'sweet boy' to refer to Yasutora. If that makes you uncomfortable, you might want to skip this fic.

Summary: One good thing about waking up early is getting to stay in bed in your lover's warm embrace.

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Waking up with the morning light peeking through the cracks in the curtains, I was pleasantly warm and comfortable. I was being gently held as slow breaths hit the back of my head. It was bliss.

But I had to pee.

Grumbling under my breath, I carefully extracted myself from his warm embrace while trying so hard not to wake him. Tip-toeing to the bathroom, I tried to not make too much noise. It was still fairly early judging by the light in the windows.

Yawning as I headed back to bed, I held a hand in front of my mouth out of habit. I then stretched out my arms and back as I neared the bed. Yasutora slowly moved and reached out to wrap an arm around my waist.

"Oh, sorry. Did I wake you?" I quietly asked as he pulled me back into bed.

"'S fine." Sleep clung to his low voice as he brought me closer and under the blanket. He had my head resting on his bicep while draping his other arm over my side with one of his legs between mine. Smiling, I wrapped my arms around him and rested my hands on his warm back.

"G'morning."

"Good morning." He sleepily replied while running his fingers through my hair. It went quiet again as we cuddled, and I traced lazy circles over Yasutora's bare back. Glancing up, I saw him looking down at me through his long, curly bangs.

Smiling, I leaned up and pecked him on the lips.

"You can't go back to sleep if you keep staring at me, Tora."

"Maybe I don't want to go back to sleep yet." He softly smiled before brushing his nose against mine. I couldn't help but chuckle, and he swept my hair away from my face. "Do you?"

"No."

"Then we can keep each other company." Yasutora kissed my forehead and softly sighed. "How'd you sleep?"

"Pretty good. You?"

"Great." He replied as I snuggled closer. Yasutora slowly ran his hand up and down my side in a comforting way. "Do you want to have a lazy day?"

"Mm, yes, please." I sighed and buried my face in his chest. "I really don't feel like putting pants on." Yasutora softly laughed, but I wasn't entirely joking. I was only wearing his hoodie and my underwear- it was peak comfort.

Being surrounded by his scent and warmth was exactly what I needed after the stressful week I'd had. The comfort and gentle touches he provided made it even better. Every little kiss and his hands caressing washed away any lingering tension in my muscles.

Laying there with my eyes closed, I let my fingers trail over the curves of the muscles on his back and periodically traced circles on his skin. Yasutora leaned in to kiss my cheek, and I smiled while turning my head up. I gently pushed his bangs to the side before his soft lips were on mine.

I cupped his cheek in my hand and melted into his arms with the soft, sweet kisses he gave. My heart fluttered in my chest as I melted even more into him.

"Tora...." I muttered when he momentarily pulled away.

"Yes, mi corazón?"

"You had some nice dreams, didn't you?" I smirked while looking him in the eye, and his cheeks darkened as he blushed. He'd shifted his hips only a little while kissing me, but that had been enough to let me feel his morning wood against my thigh. Yasutora recognized the look I was giving him and grabbed my thigh to pull me flush against him.

"Yes." He whispered, now having his erection pressing against my core. Yasutora's rough palm traveled up my thigh while squeezing at intervals. I guided him into another kiss, and he began to rock into me. "They were about you." He added before kissing me again.

"Yeah?" I smiled as my fingers slid into his curly hair. "I'm flattered." His hand on my thigh moved to my ass and squeezed while pressing me harder against his cock. He must be more desperate for relief than he'd been letting on.

Rocking with him to get that delicious friction and pressure, I eventually slid my hand down his torso. Yasutora's breath faltered when my fingers went below his belly button and through the trail of hair there. My fingers kept going, slipping behind the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers.

He took in a sharp breath when my hand went along the length of his cock. My tongue slid past his lips, and he welcomed it with a soft groan at the back of his throat. Stroking from head to base and back, I could feel the immense heat from his racing pulse throbbing beneath my fingers.

"Mierda...." Yasutora's breathy, low voice went straight to my core. I fed off of how he was falling apart from so little. Making the giant crumble never failed to excite me.

I grabbed the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers to push them down his hips far enough to free his cock. Hiking up the oversized hoodie, I then pushed my underwear out of the way. I knew I was already wet and guided him toward my entrance.

Running his tip through my slick first made it easier for him to slide inside. Yasutora's grip on me tightened, and he rocked his hips forward to sink himself deeper into my pussy. He groaned into the kiss before I peppered more kisses along his jaw that was scruffy with stubble.

My hand ran up his torso as I kissed down his neck, and he began to slowly thrust just enough to make me feel his thickness gliding out and pushing back in. It was delightful.

"Feels good?" I asked as my lips brushed over his throat.

"Yes." He swallowed before burying his face into my shoulder. He held me close with his other hand still on my ass, and I ran my fingers up the back of his neck and into his hair. We moved slowly and gently together, basking in the comfort of one another's arms while pleasure seeped in like gentle waves.

Yasutora's breath became heavier as his hair tickled my cheek and his scruff scraped against my neck. He shifted to have his other arm under me more and slid his hand underneath the hoodie. His calloused palm went up my spine in the way he knew would make it arch.

I quietly moaned, and he softly kissed me near the base of my neck. Listening to every sound he made as he slowly rocked his hips had me in a trance. His voice was like sweet nectar as he held me.

He ended up kicking the blanket off because it was getting too hot and kept his hands on me the entire time. I kissed down the side of his neck before licking up to his jaw. Yasutora's hips bucked, and I moaned right by his ear.

"I-Is it okay if you're on top?" He whispered, and I scoffed.

"You ask that as if I haven't been before." I gently pushed him onto his back while rolling on top of him. Both of his hands now slid up into his hoodie that I wore as I cradled his skull in my hands and kissed him. Yasutora let his hands wander while squeezing and caressing.

Each touch fueled me as I rode him. His cock was able to go deeper now, and he softly thrust in time with my movement. Pulling away from the kiss to catch my breath, Yasutora pressed his forehead against mine.

My thumb brushed over his plump lips, feeling his warm breath ghosting over my skin. My gaze was glued to his mouth, and I went in for another knee-weakening kiss. His hands settled on my hips to help me rise and fall on his cock.

Laying against his chest, the friction against my clit made it even better. The pace remained soft and slow, and it was wonderful. I moaned into the kiss as Yasutora's strong hands pushed my hips down as his own rocked up.

"Te amo mucho." He whispered as his lips brushed along my jaw. I couldn't help but smile and buried my face into his neck.

"I love you, too, Tora." I kissed his neck, feeling his racing pulse against my lips. How he groaned went straight to my core, causing fluttering in my gut and sparks dancing across my skin. One of his hands slid up my back and over my shoulder blade while his other hand lowered to grab my ass again.

Each time my hips lowered and his rose, I was filled to the brim. Feeling him so deep while in his arms as he whispered praises in my ear was a spiritual experience. The purr of his voice, the way he grunted and moaned, his gentle touches that still held such power and need....

I loved mornings like this.

Yasutora pulled the collar of the hoodie to the side to softly nip the spots he knew drove me wild. His soft lips, warm tongue, and sharp teeth had me melting on top of him. Delightful shivers went up my spine as wet sounds could be heard faintly in the background.

I could stay here all day like this. It was almost as if Yasutora knew I could use this after all the stress I'd been dealing with. Being surrounded by him was dangerous in how addictive it was.

His comfort, his love, and the pleasure could easily make me neglect all other responsibilities.

He hugged me to his chest while moving his legs to plant his feet firmly on the mattress. I knew what was coming and preemptively placed a hand on the headboard for stability. Yasutora rocked his pelvis back slowly as his breath shook before snapping his hips into me. We both moaned, and his quick, heavy thrusting had my toes curling.

"Tora~!" I moaned as my nails dug into the headboard. He peppered sweet kisses over my neck and exposed shoulder. "Fuck!" I hissed while feeling my muscles clench and shiver.

"Mi corazón...." He panted and groaned into my skin as his hold on me tightened. Yasutora was getting close as his hands fisted in the material of the hoodie. I kissed just beneath his ear before whispering.

"Go on. Cum for me, sweet boy." He buried his face into my neck and shoulder, and the low moans along with the drag of his cock had me spiraling. Yasutora's thrusts became shallow as he got louder before he finally came while shuddering.

He gave a few more lazy thrusts, pushing his cum deeper and making more of a mess. His bear hug loosened as he relaxed and let his head fall back on the pillow. I smiled while brushing his curls back to litter kisses over his face.

Yasutora softly chuckled before getting me to sit up. He pulled the hoodie I wore up to expose more of my torso, and I grabbed it when it was nearing my chest. His dark eyes were wandering over my skin as his hands now trailed down my bare torso.

"Keep it held up. please." He said as his hands went even lower. I anticipated what would come next as his fingers slid closer and closer toward my clit. Yasutora kept me seated on his cock as he slowly rubbed the throbbing bundle of nerves.

My grip on the hoodie tightened, and when I bucked into his touch, he grunted. My gaze was locked on him, watching how his broad chest rose and fell with every breath and how his hungry eyes devoured me. Yasutora never left me wanting, and now was no exception.

He added more pressure that I jolted with a moan.

"Too much?"

"No. Perfect." I panted, and my thighs twitched. His other hand held my hip as his thumb caressed my skin. He maintained that pressure and speed while watching me come undone on top of him.

When I was finally cumming, Yasutora had me ride it out to the very end until it bordered on overstimulation. I had to place a hand on his chest to keep from falling over as I moaned and came around his cock. He grunted while feeling it, and my eyes fluttered closed for a moment.

As the waves of my orgasm faded, I tried to catch my breath and collapsed onto Yasutora's chest. I listened to his heart beating within his rib cage, and he ran his hands over my body in a comforting manner. Even cooling down in his embrace was so wonderful.

Until my stomach growled.

I grumbled as he chuckled, and he placed a kiss on my temple.

"Want me to make breakfast while you shower?"

"If you don't mind."

"Anything for you, mi corazón." Yasutora pecked my lips while smiling.

#31 days of bleach #yasutora chad #bleach #chad yasutora #bleach smut #bleach fanfic #yasutora chad smut #oc x canon #kinktober 2023 #lemon #Wolf does fanfic

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catboyfever · 2 years ago

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Tigger's Birthday - Rabbit/Tigger fluff

Heyy! It's been a minute! I've been a bit busy between work picking up, my own birthday which just passed (I wanted to post this rather before or just after my birthday which... didn't happen lol). But, I had this idea and I've been sitting on it for long enough. As you can probably tell at this point I'm a sucker for big gestures for someone you love, so that's what's going on here for the most part. There's some really sweet fluff at the end too though <3. Hope you enjoy!

Deep oranges and reds shine over the hundred acre wood. Rabbit walked alongside Tigger, chatting about the day's mishaps and adventures.

“And when you got flung off that tree! I didn’t know you had the pipes on ya, Ra-Ra!” Tigger chuckled.

Rabbit was predictably less enthusiastic about the situation, glaring at Tigger with his nose scrunched up. “Yes, in times of great peril you can do some fantastic things.”

Tigger just continued to smile. “Well, who knows? Tomorrow might be nice and calm.” Rabbit nodded with a weary sigh. “Yes… yes tomorrow might be-” Something clicked in Rabbit’s mind that moment. He’d forgotten something incredibly important.

“Tigger! Do you know what day tomorrow is!?” Rabbit shouted.

Tigger scratched his head. “Uhhh… Tuesday?”

Rabbit shook his head. “No!! Well, yes. But more importantly, it’s your birthday!”

Tigger seemed just as surprised as Rabbit at the revelation. He hopped onto his tail and bounced around Rabbit in a circle, cheering excitedly.

“Oh boy oh boy oh boy! I can’t believe I forgot!” Tigger said as he landed on his feet.

“Well, what would you like to do tomorrow then?” Rabbit asked.

Tigger rubbed his chin thoughtfully. Minutes passed, but still nothing came to him. Rabbit looked at him expectantly, a bit surprised he didn’t immediately rattle off a list of gifts he wanted. “Well… I actually don’t know! How about you surprise me, Ra-Ra?” Tigger suggested finally.

“Surprise you…” Rabbit repeated. Tigger watched as Rabbit became lost in thought for a moment, thumping one of his feet. Tigger could practically see the steam coming out from his ears before they shot up as something finally came to him.

“I have just the thing! You remember where we put on the play for Christopher Robin last Valentine’s Day, right?” Rabbit asked.

Tigger nodded. “Course I do!” “Meet me there tomorrow evening at five o’clock sharp. Do not be late!” Rabbit then dashed off towards his house.

Tigger watched his puffball tail go over the hill as he ran. “Alright, Bunny Boy! See ya then!” Tigger turned and began to bounce towards his house. His mind began to fill with thoughts of what Rabbit’s surprise could possibly be. A party of some sort, obviously. But he asked him to meet him at the stage… He wasn’t really the play type unless he was acting in one.

Tigger tried to think of what Rabbit’s surprise could be all evening long until he went to sleep. The next day passed at a snail’s pace for Tigger. He hopped out of his house early, but as he tried each of his friend’s houses to pass the time they weren’t home. Now Tigger was truly puzzled. It would be pretty obvious of Rabbit to try and pull a surprise party considering they both just remembered his birthday was today. The afternoon crawled on. Tigger tried to entertain himself anyway possible. He played checkers against himself (and lost), played with every last doodad that he found in his closet and he swore he bounced the entirety of the hundred acre woods twice. Finally, the sun began to set and Tigger made his way towards the stage that Rabbit wanted to meet him at.

As Tigger approached the stage he saw Rabbit standing in front of it dressed in a blue suit jacket with a white dress shirt beneath and a red bow tie. Curtains were set all around the perimeter of the stage, Tigger couldn’t see inside.

“Good evening, Detective Tigger!” Rabbit called out to him.

Tigger furrowed his brow in confusion before Rabbit tossed his hat and cloak to him. Tigger’s eyes lit up, immediately placing the cap on his head and fastening the cloak around his shoulders.

“What’s all this, Ra-Ra?” Tigger asked.

Rabbit shook his head. “Nope! No questions. It’ll spoil the surprise.”

Rabbit clapped his hands and the curtains were drawn. Inside tables full of food were arranged around the stage. Sitting at each of them were Kanga, Roo, Eeyore, and Piglet, all dressed to the nines. Piglet was especially dressed up, wearing a tiny crown and robes. Pooh stood near the entrance with a coat hanging from his arm. Rabbit climbed the steps onto the stage.

“Good evening, Mr. Rabbit! May I take your coat?” Pooh asked.

Rabbit pondered for a moment and shook his head. “No, thank you, Pooh. The coat completes the outfit.” He said walking over towards the only empty table.

“Well, well! Good evening, Mr. Detective! May I take your coat?” Pooh asked.

Tigger shook his head. “Of course not! Do you have any idea how much detectivery stuff I have in here? It’s not for a civilian!”

Pooh just chuckled. “Well, alright then. I guess my job’s done!” He said, pulling on the coat that he was holding.

Tigger took his seat next to Rabbit. The food looked great from a distance but once he sat down Tigger realized it was… toy food? “Say, Ra-Ra, what’s goin’ on?” Tigger asked, holding up a plastic chicken leg.

Piglet stood with a glass in hand and clinked it with his spoon, silencing the room.

“Th-Thank you all for coming to the party! I, Piglet… uhm…” Piglet looked down towards the floorboards of the stage. “Line?” The floor opened up to reveal a disgruntled Gopher who hissed the line at Piglet before closing the hatch. “Oh, right, right.” Piglet cleared his throat before he continued. “I, Piglet, Rich Baron of the forest, am so happy to have you here for dinner. Before we all dig in, I want t-to propose a toast!” Suddenly, the curtains closed and the stage went pitch black. Just as quickly as they shut, the opened again and Piglet was nowhere to be seen.

Everyone gasped, staring at the seat that Piglet had been standing on.

“He’s just… gone?! Who did this?” Rabbit cried. “Oh just who could help us solve this whodunnit!?” He finished, flashing a grin at Tigger.

Tigger leapt up onto the table. “Attention guests! This is now a crime scene. Nobody move!” “Oh my. Who could’ve done anything to poor little Piglet?” Kanga asked.

“I bet it was Eeyore!” Roo shouted with a giggle.

“I wouldn’t trust me either, can’t blame ya.” Eeyore said dejectedly.

“Perhaps, Piglet just went to get dessert ready?” Pooh suggested.

The curtains closed again. A spotlight illuminated the darkness, settling onto Piglet who was being hoisted up by his shirt with a hook. He was covered in flour which fell from him every time he moved.

“My d-d-dear friends. Someone here is responsible for my disappearance, if you find out who did it, I will bestow upon you my… my…” Piglet looked towards the floorboards again.

Gopher popped out again and shouted the line himself. “You’ll receive my untold riches and my undying gratitude!”

Gopher closed the trapdoor with a slam.

The spotlight dimmed and when the curtains were drawn, Piglet was gone once again.

“First things first, we gotta try and find a motive!” Tigger proclaimed.

He studied the faces of his friends before approaching Kanga.

“So, you were sitting right next to ‘im. What could you have gained from making our piggly little prince… disappear?” Tigger asked.

Kanga shook her head. “Why, I couldn’t have done anything to Piglet! Besides, my seat is so close to yours. Wouldn’t it be hard for me to hide it?”

“Well… What about that blackout? You coulda done it then!”

On queue, the curtains fell again. When they opened, Kanga was gone next.

“Ohh nooo! Mama!” Roo shouted, trying his best to act surprised.

“What!? But I was sure it was her!” Tigger shouted.

Tigger turned his eyes to Roo who was trying his hardest not to start giggling.

“Ohh, now I see.” Tigger said as he pulled a magnifying glass from his cloak. “It was your idea all along! You got your Mama to do it, but she was sloppy. So to save yourself, you had to make her disappear! Well you shoulda thought twice before doing that under the watchful eye of Detective Tigger, Private-!” The curtains fell, rose, and Roo’s seat was empty before Tigger could finish his sentence. “… Ear.” Tigger finished.

Tigger seemed a bit deflated, prompting Rabbit to inch away and knock on the floorboards.

“Gopher, you’re going way too fast! Tigger is supposed to figure the mystery out, remember? How can he do that if he can’t question anyone?” Rabbit hissed.

The trapdoor opened and Gopher smirked up at Rabbit. “Sorry, it’s just too fun pulling the trapdoors out from under everyone.” Tigger questioned Eeyore, Pooh, and even Rabbit, but one by one the curtains fell and they were gone. In the end, Tigger was left alone until the curtains fell for the final time. The spotlight fell on Tigger and Piglet descended from the rafters of the stage until he was above the downfallen detective.

“Detective Tigger, do you know who was making your friends disappear?” Piglet asked.

Tigger heaved a sigh. “I have no clue. I couldn’t get info outta anyone!” Piglet pointed at Tigger. “It was youuu! You are the one responsible!” He shouted ominously.

Tigger gasped. “No… of course! It’s the perfect crime! How could I have figured it out if I was the one doing it?!” Tigger pondered further and suddenly realized. “Wait, even if I’m the one who did it, I figured it out. That means I get that reward, right?” Piglet giggled as he was finally lowered to the ground and wiped the flower off of himself. “Yup! Okay Gopher, now!” The center of the stage split in two and in its place, a platform rose up in its place. Standing on the platform were all of the guests who disappeared along with a towering birthday cake. The icing was decorated exactly like Tigger’s fur pattern. Orange with black stripes all the way up to the smallest cake which resembled Tigger’s own bouncy tail. A single candle sat atop the great cake, burning brightly in the slowly darkening evening sky. Tigger’s eyes lit up as he gawked at the cake.

“Happy Birthday, Tigger!” Everyone shouted.

Tears welled up in Tigger’s eyes as he spoke. “Y-You guys, you didn’t have to go through all this trouble…” He sniffled. “But since ya did, let’s dig in!”

“Not yet!” Rabbit shouted. “You have to blow out the candle and make a wish first!” Tigger hopped onto his tail, bounced high up to the tippy top of the cake, and blew out the candle. He landed square on his feet to the applause of his friends, and the cake was finally cut. Gopher and Owl talked about the reactions that they got from suddenly dropping the trapdoors out from everyone’s seats, Tigger explained his roundabout reasoning for each of the motives that he thought anyone would have and even Rabbit was please since they’d mostly stayed on script.

Once the cake was gone and the sun was dipping further and further down the horizon, everyone began to return home one by one until Tigger and Rabbit left the stage together. Lightning bugs glittered around them as they walked down the moonlit paths of the woods. They returned to Rabbit’s house where Rabbit prepared some evening tea and settled down with Tigger in his recliner. It was a bit of a tight fit… Rabbit thought to himself about possibly looking into getting a loveseat since Tigger spent so much time at his house.

“So, what did you wish for?” Rabbit asked Tigger, taking a sip of tea.

“Oh, on my birthday cake? I didn’t wish for nothin’!” Tigger said.

Rabbit set his cup down, staring at the tiger incredulously. “What? But it’s your birthday! You should wish for whatever you want! What about that big list from last year?” Tigger pulled Rabbit into a tight embrace, looking him right in the eyes with a warm smile. “What else could I wish for? I got everything I ever wanted right here.” Tigger could practically see the steam coming from Rabbit’s ears as his face immediately burned red. He pulled away from him with a huff. “Y-You… since when did you have such a way with words anyway?!” “Owl let me borrow some of his lovey dovey books, he said you like that sort of thing!” Tigger replied with a giggle.

Tigger managed to coax the huffy rabbit back into another embrace. He ran the blunt edges of his claws down Rabbit’s back, making Rabbit shudder against him. “T-Tigger! What’re you-” He began, before Tigger silenced him with a kiss.

Tigger let his claws make pathways down the small of Rabbit’s back as they kissed, keeping a gentle hold on the rabbit as the fire crackled in the fireplace. Tigger had meant what he said. Rabbit was always eager to do anything for him, he understood him on a level no one else did. Only someone like him would know exactly what to do for his birthday. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was. When Tigger finally pulled away, he dipped his head to give a teasing parting nip to Rabbit’s neck before letting the flustered bunny settle against his chest.

“I-I don’t know what’s gotten into you today…” Rabbit finally said.

Tigger chuckled. “Nothin’ at all, Bunny Boy.” Tigger didn’t give Rabbit much of a reprieve even as they began to drift off to sleep together on the cushy chair. His claws kept combing through Rabbit’s fur as he stroked his back, nipped his ears ever so gently until eventually, Rabbit’s breathing became slow and rhythmic. A rhythm that Tigger had grown intimately familiar with and had grown to be so comforting, he knew he wouldn’t be far behind him. But still, he willed his eyes to stay open for a bit longer. He wanted his birthday to last just a little longer. He gazed down at Rabbit’s face as he began to drift off. He had a smile on his face. A tired, but content smile with still just a tiny hint of red remaining in his cheeks. Tigger leaned down and kissed his forehead, yawning as he finally let himself fall asleep.

“I love you, Ra-Ra.” Tigger said.

His eyes closed and he fell asleep with the goofiest smile on his face. In his sleep, his grip on Rabbit tightened, keeping him as close to him as he possibly could.

#rabger #tigbit #winnie the pooh #tigger #rabbit (wtp)#Owl #Gopher #Kanga #Roo #Eeyore #Piglet #fanfic #fanfiction #fluff

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kathxsoupp · 2 years ago

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In Love With a Fever: Chapter 2

William Afton x law enforcement ! reader (fem)

HIHIHI I'M SO HAPPY I GOT THE IDEA TO WRITE THIS I CAN'T WAIT FOR YOU TO SEE THIS THING FINISHED :D

Summary: Reader is a detective who was put on the missing children incident case, her person of interest is William and is currently investigating him.

WARNINGS: very graphic violence throughout the whole fic, eventual smut, slow burn, age-gap between reader and Will, manipulation, mutilation, broken bones, use of pet names, Will is obsessive, mentions of death, death and murder, there will be smut, a lot probably, I think, dub-con at some point maybe, fluff and angst, idk if I missed something just read with caution

Notes: This fic is also posted on my AO3, linked in my pinned post, I'm updating this fic every Monday and it's the first thing I have ever posted, so I hope you like it!

--MINORS DNI!!!--

Chapter 2: Curiosity

He dropped his knife with a metallic clink. Taking in the sight of his creation, he removed the large heavy head of the animatronic costume he was wearing and set it down on the ground. A subtle clicking sound coming from behind him tore him out of his trance. He knew his life was endangered now, so he had to act quickly.

He carefully stepped out of the costume and locked it away where no one but him could find it. He ran his hand through his already messy hair and got to work cleaning up the crime scene.

The clock struck 5:00 am. The sky had a nice orange to blue gradient and your alarm rang with the most annoying high pitched sound. You sat up, slightly startled and reached out to turned it off. You let out an exhausted groan and buried your face in the palms of your hands.

You got up and walked over to your kitchen to make your morning coffee. You were still so groggy and your eyes felt incredibly heavy. You weren’t ready for another incredibly boring day of sitting in your office all day long until 8 pm. That’s when it hit you. Oh, right. You weren’t exactly in the mood to look for a psycho who kidnaps and murders children either, but you couldn’t deny it was pretty exciting.

After drinking your coffee, you washed up in the bathroom and did your makeup. You stood in frond of the mirror fixing your hair and staring at your own face. You sighed deeply as your mind wandered into thoughts about your life for the past few months. It wasn’t bad exactly, just your usual overthinking. You decided to just brush it off, as always, and went to pick out an outfit for the day. You ended up deciding on a pair of black suit pants, a white tank top and a black blazer. Your curled (h/c) hair rested on your shoulders and you decided to ruffle it once more before settling on the way it was styled. You grabbed your bag and keys and headed out to your car.

You parked your car at the pizzeria and took in the sorrowful sight of the place which just a week ago glowed with laughter and smiles of little children playing and chowing down on pizza without a single care in the world. Now, it reeked of agony, pain and death. No one has ever seen this place so utterly gloomy. You stepped out of your car and walked over to the enter of the pizzeria. There were a bunch of police cars and reporters hoping to get a story out of this outside already, along with two guards standing at the entrance making sure no one unauthorized enters. You showed them your badge and they let you in with a slight nod of the head.

The inside of the diner looked just the same as before, maybe just a little cleaner. Party hats aligned on top of the long tables where many little kids used to celebrate their birthdays. Against a wall proudly stood the main stage where the performances happened. To your disappointment it was completely covered by a long purple curtain with gold stars drawn all over it. You kind of looked forward to seeing the animatronics since they always fascinated you.

You saw other people already hard at work, collecting all the evidence possible. There truly wasn’t much to work with though. The bodies of the missing kids were never actually discovered. The only thing you knew was that they disappeared here. At the magical place for kids and grown ups alike, as they called it. Let’s just say that it was all far from magical at the moment. You looked around and saw your boss walking towards you.

''Morning, Agent (l/n). Have you read the file I sent you yesterday?'' he said, seemingly in a hurry. ''Good Morning, boss. Yeah I read it as soon as I got home, is everything okay?'' you replied. ''Awesome.'' he gave you a slight smile. ''Yes, everything's great. We've already interviewed Mr. Emily, one of the owners, he's clean so far. I don't have a good feeling about Afton though. We thought we'd leave him to you, you're a professional.'' he said with a chuckle, giving you a friendly wink.

You chuckled back as a response to him. He was right though. You are a charming, intelligent young woman. Incredibly good at interviewing violent criminals because of your personality, ethereal looks, but mainly, your brain. You could always see through everyone's bullshit and lies and outplay them with your brilliant use of psychology.

''Is he here already?'' you questioned. ''Yes, actually. That's why I was looking for you.'' he said. ''He should be around somewhere. Tall, thin, tired looking guy in a suit, you can't possibly miss him. Go ask him some questions, I'm sure you'll get a bunch of info out of him, kiddo.'' he chuckled and patted you on the shoulder as he made his way past you.

You smiled towards him and sighed. Alright, let's get this over with you thought, and you were on your way to look for the man.

#william afton x reader #william afton #william afton fanfic #fnaf fic #five nights at freddy's #fnaf

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liquid-beepers · 2 years ago

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Michael Myers x NB!reader part 1

(Warning! Death, readers' date being weird, and Michael being Michael. This takes place in the 70s, where the story all started. Reader is 18+. Thank you, max, for reading and requesting. )

It was a nice cold day in October, the leaves were crunching under your feet as you walked home from your friends house. You were excited for the upcoming fall dance your school hosted every year, you actually had a date this year!

You hadn’t decided on what to wear though, it was hard to choose between a suit and a dress. If you had the choice you would go in your PJ’s.

As you walked, you thought about the recent cases that were reported. The kills were gruesome; and how you knew about this? You didn’t know. Rumors spread like wildfire around Haddonfield, especially when there’s a murder. Something like that hadn’t happened in years, since that Myers kid killed his sister.

You sighed and opened the door to your house, your parents were away on a 3 week business trip so the house was all yours. It was nice, you could do basically anything you wanted.

You sluggishly walked up to your room and dropped your backpack full of books onto the floor and flopped on your bed, you were glad this year was your last. Being a senior kind of sucks.

You jolted up from your nap to hear the phone ringing, you ran downstairs and answered it.

“Hello?” you waited for an answer, but only breathing came through. “Hello?! Can you hear me!” You shouted, but once again there was no answer. You hung up and sat on the couch.

Soon you heard a knock at your door, you groaned and got up to answer it. You opened the door and saw it was your date for the dance this year, Scott. He was a lanky, slightly unattractive guy with messy black hair. You didn’t know Scott well, but Laurie said he was okay.

“So, um, may I come in?” Scott asked.

“Oh yeah, sure. I just got up from a nap sorry, I’m kinda out of it.” You said stepping out of the way for him. “What brings you to my house?” you asked.

“Well, we don’t really know each other. I wanted to get to know my date, y’know?” he replied looking around, “Where’s the parents?” he asked.

“Off on a business trip, they’ll be back in a few weeks,” you said walking into the kitchen to grab some drinks,

You got a cup and poured some water into it and looked out of the kitchen window. You noticed something odd though, there was a man standing in your yard looking back at you. Your face must’ve went pale because Scott went over and asked if you were okay.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

You pointed out the window to where the man was standing, “See? Right there.”

Scott laughed it off, “I’m sure it’s someone we know joking around, it’s October, everyone is trying to scare each other.” He said while closing the curtains.

You agreed, but it still felt off.

It was getting late, you and Scott were watching a scary movie but you were getting tired.

“Hey Scott?” you said while sitting up.

“Yeah?” He said with his eyes still fixated on the movie.

“I think it’s time for you to go home. It’s pretty late.” You stated.

Scott looked at you with a frown, “Awe, I was having fun.”

You laughed, uncomfortable with his response. Scott, on the other hand, wasn’t getting up and looked like he had no plan to. You weren’t sure what to do, so you grabbed his hand and led him to the door.

“I’ll see you at school, okay?” You said, obviously wanting him to leave. But, before Scott left, he leaned in for a kiss. You turned your head to the side, “Um, goodbye Scott.”

“Oh come on, not even a little smooch?” He asked, getting closer.

“Goodbye!” You pushed him out of the door and slammed it in his face. You sighed in relief and went up to your room.

You plopped down on your bed and felt a wave of exhaustion hit you, your head hit the pillow and closed your eyes. You couldn’t sleep though, you felt like someone was watching you and you didn’t like it.

You sat up and rubbed your eyes, then you heard a scream.

You scrambled down the steps and booked it outside. You looked around from where you were standing, and you saw nothing, though.

You took a deep breath and walked outside, fully exposing yourself to whatever was out there. You looked around the side of your house, but all you saw were the pitch-black, inky October night shadows. You were scared. You felt that you somehow knew that scream. It just felt so familiar.

"Hello," you spoke. Your mouth turned cottony with fear. It felt as if it were trying to prevent you from speaking at all. You shook like a leaf as you walked further into the darkness and called out once more, "Hello? Is anyone out there?"

You waited a moment, and then you heard the same scream as you did earlier. You ran towards the screams of the person. It seemed to be behind your house.

As you reached the back, you heard what sounded like an extra pair of footsteps behind you. Your breath hitched as you saw something in the darkness moving in front of you.

"Who's there!" You called out again.

"I-it's me! Scott- fuck- I'm hurt. Some dude jumped me!" He said, sounding like he was struggling to breathe.

You ran over to him, "Oh my god... Holy shit. Hold on! I'll go get a flashlight." You said back, getting up and running to the shed. You opened it and fumbled around, looking for a flashlight. Soon, you finally found one.

As soon as you had light, you ran over to where Scott was and saw a looming figure there with him, too.

From the looks of it, Scott saw him too.

"SHIT! [---] RUN!" Scott shouted. The figure held up a knife, walked over to Scott, and stabbed him until there was no movement from him anymore.

You were so stunned you couldn't move. You were terrified. You felt like you were in the middle of some slasher movie.

Your thoughts were suddenly snatched away from you as you saw the man walking towards you.

You tried to run, but the man already had gained in you. It was too late. Your body was hoisted up on the man's shoulder so quickly that you couldn't process it at first.

Once he started walking with you, you started moving again. You punched, kicked,and scratched. Nothing bothered him, though.

"Let me go, please..." You started to sob out. But you felt the presence of pain on the back of your head as you promptly passed out.

[To be continued?]

#halloween 1978 #slashers x you #slashers x reader #slasher fic #slasher fanfiction #slasher x reader

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darkcavewriting · 2 months ago

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Day 10

I woke up a little after seven when I saw the light creeping in through the curtains. Not as late as I was hoping to sleep, but it was sure a lot later than I had slept the last couple days. Waking up at five when you didn't have to was terribly overrated. I could hear noise outside my room, likely meaning that someone else was already up, hopefully in the kitchen making something.

I got up and headed out towards the kitchen. I looked over at the couch and saw Sara sleeping peacefully. She actually had a smile on her face, which was a welcome change. I hadn't seen her smile since I first saw her with my parents when we first got into Spokane. I could tell then that she was happy to see me then, and I had a feeling that right now she just felt relieved that she was going to be able to get out of Spokane if she needed to, which I knew would be better if Mark really was cheating on her, hopefully he wasn't, but I wouldn't get my hopes up about that.

I quietly made my way past the couch and to the kitchen, I didn't want to wake her up yet if I didn't have to. I was surprised that the noise and the smells from the kitchen hadn’t woken her up already anyways. Where I was sleeping was drastically further away than the couch and it managed to wake me up.

My grandmother was up, in the kitchen fixing some biscuits and gravy and there was coffee already ready, I grabbed a cup and sat on the counter and started talking to her about my proposal to Sara last night. She said that me offering to do that was very nice and that it would honestly be a pretty good idea to have her live at the house so it was not empty unless I decided to rent it out, which might not be the best idea. All we had to do know was find out for sure if she was being cheated on or not and that would make things very simple. As would switching houses which was looking more and more like a good idea, and one that I would be very happy with. As there really was no way in hell I wanted my parents house right now. If I was to stay in Cheney and try and go to school at Eastern Washington University the last thing I needed to be worrying about was what was going on with the house in Portland. Renting would be more than I wanted to deal with, and paying for a property management company would be more than I needed to worry about.

My grandfather was up now, prowling for a cup of coffee for himself, and wondering why I was sitting on the counter of all places. He agreed that having Sara come to Portland to live would likely be a good option depending on what the situation really was there in Spokane between her and Mark. We still needed to get everything sorted out with the lawyer though to see what all would need to be done before everything was officially mind, presuming that it all was.

A few minutes later I heard and saw Sara shuffling towards us with her eyes half closed also in search of a cup of coffee. I poured one and handed it to her. She hugged me good morning. We went back to the conversation about needing to see the lawyer.

“Have you scheduled a time to meet with him?” I asked.

“Yes, for this morning,” said my grandfather. “Scheduled at about 10:00 a.m.”

“Sounds good,” I replied. “Do we know when all the family from Wales is heading back?”

“I think your aunt and uncle were flying back today, your grandparents tomorrow if I am not mistaken,” said my grandmother. “I don’t remember, there were so many flight details for everyone and then when your Keith was taking back to Seattle and all that I really don’t remember who was leaving when.”

“No worries, at all,” I said. “Sara, should we just head out tomorrow then?”

“If that works for you it works for me,” she said. “I am in no real hurry to get back that is for sure.”

“Sounds good, will be nice to spend a little more time with Lowri and Owen, plus I wanted to see Eva again before she flew back to Minneapolis,” I said.

“Oh, have you head from Grace at all these last few days?” asked Sara.

“No, I haven’t heard from her at all,” I said. “Then again I haven’t made any effort to reach out at all so it is hardly all her fault though.”

“Still, she knows what you are going through and if she can’t make any sort of effort to see how you are doing, you don’t need that,” said Sara. “I guess see how things are when you get back to Cheney, but I wouldn’t get your hopes up.”

“Who is Grace?” asked my grandmother.

“Oh, she is someone I met when I moved in, lives in the same dorm,” I replied. “She comforted me when I found out about my parents death and all that, but she hasn’t contacted me at all these last few days.”

“Well, I hope things are alright when you get back there,” said my grandmother. “What do you think you will be doing about classes?”

“I honestly am not too sure about that,” I said. “Classes have already started, so I have missed the better part of a week’s worth by now, but there is something about being able to take the semester off due to a traumatic event, so this should clearly qualify so I think I will try and take advantage of that.”

“If you can that seems like a wise idea,” said my grandfather. “Who knows how many more trips you might have to make back here to Portland, among other issues with just how you are feeling after the loss of your parents, taking the term off could be a wise idea.”

“I just hope that I am able to get the money back that was already paid for tuition,” I said. “Either that or that it is is just able to be automatically applied to next term.”

“If you have any issues with that, let me know,” said my grandfather.

“Will do, and thank you both so much for helping so much with literally everything this last week, I don’t know what I would have done without you,” I said.

“Think nothing of it, this hasn’t been easy for us at all, it hasn’t been easy for anybody,” said my grandmother. “All we can do is do our best to get through it and hope that life can go back to some sort of normal within the next few weeks, months, years, however long.”

That was one way to look at it and she did make a good point. It was hard to say how long things would take to go back to normal. It could very possibly take drastically different amounts of time for each of us for things to be more, normal. I don’t know if any of us had any idea what normal was going to look like now. I think the normal for me was going to be by far the most different. Or at least it had the potential to be. I would know more for certain after the meeting with the lawyer and all that but so far it appeared that things for me would never be anywhere remotely the same.

We had breakfast, I showered and put on something presentable to make the trip to the lawyers in. It was going to be both sets of grandparents and myself there. I don’t know if any of us really had much of an idea as to what was going to come of the meeting. It seemed from what we had found in my fathers home office that nearly everything if not everything would go to me. However, depending on what was on file with the lawyers office that could be potentially different. We brought the documents from his office just in case. I got the feeling from everyone in the car that nobody was going to be too upset if everything ended up with me. The last thing I wanted was a bunch of animosity towards me because of everything.

When we got to the lawyers office, we had to sit around and wait, so much for having a scheduled meeting time I thought as I watched the clock on the wall go from 9:55 a.m. all the way to 10:30 a.m. before we were called into a conference room to meet with the lawyer. I was nervous, and I had no idea why. I knew good and well that I had no reason to be. It wasn’t like I was suddenly going to owe anyone obscene amounts of money. That seemed very unlikely. The five of us were gathered around the table. Coffee was served, all we could do was wait and see what we would be told.

A man finally walked into the room, he introduced himself as one of the lawyers there and the one who would be reading the will. He said that my parents had made alterations to their will off and on, and that any that we may have found at the house were likely void. It was true, the one that we found at the house was over a year old so it would be interesting to see how current the one was that the lawyer was going to present us with. One would presume that it would be more recent. He had a folder with him, as well as his own cup of coffee.

“So the most recent wills were done about five months ago,” said the lawyer. “They made changes to them as Kenrick was going to be graduating high school and going off to University, and they felt some changes from what the had done previously would be a safe choice.”

Everyone at the table turned to look at me. I was sitting there, coffee cup in hand not entirely sure what to think about it. Given what the other will that we found said, I didn’t know what all they would have possibly changed.

“Everything will be left to their son, Kenrick, with the exception of a few items that will go to their parents as well as siblings,” he said. “Some jewelry will go to your mother’s sister, as well as to your grandmother.”

That sounded reasonable to me, and my maternal grandmother smiled at that. The jewelry that was referenced was items that were given to my mother by her, and now they would be going to my mom’s sister.

“As for your father, he has left his watch collection to his father, with the exception of his Rolex, which will go to Kenrick,” said the lawyer.

“If I am not mistaken, that watch was what he was wearing during the crash, I don’t know if it was recovered or if it was, what condition it was in,” I said.

“I will have to check on that,” said the lawyer.

“It wasn’t mentioned when the bodies were returned,” said my grandmother. “None of their personal items were, wallets, phones, watches or even jewelry.”

“That is a bit suspiscious,” said the lawyer. “Let me get in contact with the authorities and see what is going on with that.”

“Thank you, we appreciate that,” said Owen.

“As for all of the financials, that will all go to Kenrick, however, there are some stipulations listed here,” said the lawyer. “Firstly, the cost of your schooling at whatever school you decide to attend will be covered by the trust, you will get a stipend of $12,000 a year for expenses to cover everything that isn’t tuition, meal plan, books, dorm and the like.”

“That sounds nice,” I said. “Means I won’t have to worry so much about finding a job while I am going to classes.”

“After graduation, you will receive a small portion of the trust as well,” said the lawyer. “There are additional clauses here for if you go to graduate school and the like too.”

“Sounds reasonable,” I said.

“The rest of the money, will be held in a trust until you are 35 years old,” said the lawyer. “There are some exceptions for reasons you could remove money from the trust early, such as buying a home, unforeseen medical expenses and the like, but generally the bulk of the money will sit, and collect interest and whatnot, for the next 17 years.”

“What about the house?” I asked.

"The house is yours to do whatever you want with,” he said. “It can not be sold though, also till you are 35 years old.”

“So I will be liable for taxes and the like?” I asked.

“Actually no, you won’t be,” said the lawyer. “Taxes, insurance and the like will all come out of the trust fund, so you won’t have to worry about that, utilities as well unless you choose to rent the house out.”

“Well that is a relief,” I said. “I didn’t know how I would manage to come up with the money for taxes and all that while going to school.”

“Yeah that is not a concern, all of that will be handled by myself and the office here, and if you have any questions about anything, we will provide you with the contact information you need,” said the lawyer.

“Thank you,” I said. “Is there anything else you need from us?”

“I don’t believe so, no” he said.

“Thank you then,” I said as we all got up, shook hands with him, and were on our way back home.

All of this was so much for me to take in. My situation had changed dramatically in the last week and a half. Now here we all were heading back to what was now my house and I needed to figure out what the hell I was going to do with myself now. Did I want to go back to school at Eastern Washington, or did I want to do something else entirely. I had no idea. It honestly didn’t seem like such a good idea to not go to Eastern. My stuff was there, I was already accepted, and if I didn’t go there I had no idea what the hell I was going to do. I didn’t want to start looking for other schools, and I didn’t particularly want to go to Portland State either. Eastern seemed like the clear cut winner. Plus I wondered if moving back home and living there with how I was feeling would really be such a smart decision for me right now. I had my doubts that was for sure.

By the time we got back home, relayed what we found out to everyone there, it was time for people to start prepping to go home. It was going to be strange come tomorrow when it would just be myself, Aunt Sarah, and my mom’s parents there. Not that it was a bad thing of course but after there being so many people there, going back to a more manageable number would be nice. We would be heading back to Spokane soon I was sure. Sarah couldn’t afford to keep not going in to work that I was sure of.

The whole situation with her wasn’t great. Knowing how unhappy she was with everything with Mark, it wasn’t easy on her and I wished that she wasn’t in the position she was in. However with me inheriting the house, it was a possibility for her to maybe move down to Portland, live there, and start over with things. I didn’t know if she was going to take me up on that possibility but offering was going to be the very least I could do. It would make me worry a lot less about the house with there being someone there, and it would help her to get out of an awful situation. Seemed like it was a win for everyone involved.

All I wanted was to be happy and comfortable. Right now I for sure wasn’t happy given everything that had happened. Losing my parents was like a massive punch in the gut. Combining that with all of this though, it at least made things a little bit easier to swallow. Even though they were gone, and that was something I was going to have to deal with for the rest of my life, they at least had thought to make sure I was taken care of and that I wouldn’t have to worry so much about things and that was in itself a massive relief to me. When I initially got the news I had no idea what it was going to mean for me. I knew it wasn’t going to be good, and no, it isn’t good, at least it isn’t as bad as it could be.

At home we all had one more big meal together. I had no idea when the hell I was going to see everyone again, and likely never all under one roof again either. I had to make the most of this opportunity while I had it. It was so strange to think that my parents were gone, and I was still struggling to process that. I knew it wasn’t going to be easy, and I was already thinking that I should probably look into seeing what sort of things Eastern Washington offered for therapy whenever I got back up there.

I didn’t know yet if I was going to try and take classes this semester or not. At this point with as much as I had missed, I was going to need to have a meeting with someone when I got there to figure out what my options even were. I was hopeful that my RA was correct and that I would be allowed to take the semester off because that would be a massive relief to me. Even going back next semester and doing classes would be a challenge I felt but at least I would have a bit more time to acclimate myself to Cheney and everything there. Maybe I could get away with just taking a single class and being able to focus on that. That could be a pretty decent option for me I felt. One class seemed like it could be manageable, a full course load, much less so. All I really wanted was to just be alright with whatever I ended up doing. Anything was going to be a challenge I just needed to try my best to do the best I could.

The rest of the night was as uneventful as could be. Everyone was tired, or closer to exhausted. None of this had been easy for anyone, especially the family coming in from Wales. All that travel just for this, not easy at all for anyone. All we could do from here was our best at moving on if we were able to. The next few months weren’t going to be easy for anyone, that was something I was damn sure of, myself included. I knew I had to try and do the best I could for myself though because this was going to be weighing heavy on me for quite some time.

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subpar-ghoulfriend · 3 years ago

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Live In Nanny Pt 2

Villain!All Might x Reader

All Might raising baby Deku but is in desperate need of a nanny (Pt 2). The morning after and basically wayyyy to long so the smut is gonna have to be in pt 3. (word count: a little over 2k)

pt 1 here

TW: Yandere themes, day after dub con, reader is held against their will

You were sore. Your hips, wrists, back, pussy, everything ached. A silky sheet was the only thing covering your bare form. You could feel that you were alone in bed, Toshi's bulkiness was no longer weighing down the mattress. It must be mid morning because light was streaming through the curtains. Maybe if you remained still you could absorb into the mattress. Not only because of your tender body, but because you would prefer to never see your boss again. But speak of the devil. "Are we staying in bed all day?" You groaned. Hating how he worded his question. We. It was condescending, patronizing, and somehow filled you with butterflies. Something was placed on the bed, definitely not heavy enough to be Toshi. And then you realized, not something but a tiny someone. Baby Izuku crawled over to you, babbling, and tapped your sore shoulder. "Morning, Zuzu," You mumbled. Your joints crackled to life and you tightened the covers so you could face the little one. Behind him the clock read 11:00 am. "I need to get dressed." The villain cocked his head, "I tossed your clothes in the laundry do you want me to go get something from your closet?" No, you didn't want him running through your belongings. He would probably make a mess. "Just give me one of your shirts." That provided you enough modesty to get to your room and you were surprised the menace didn't follow. You scrubbed your body raw under the shower, subconsciously punishing yourself for taking pleasure from the night before. You were frustrated. Clean and covered in giant sweat pants and a hoodie you stormed into the living room where Toshi sat watching izuku entertain himself. "I quit." There was a pause. You tried not to look at the child. He would sway your resolve. This didn't have anything to do with him, it was between you and his father. "Alright." Oh. He wasn't going to challenge you? Figures, the man got what he wanted from you. You turned on your heels and rushed back to your room. You didn't own much so it wasn't hard to shove your belongings back into the suitcase. Opening your bedside drawer you froze. Your keys and phone were missing. This was their spot. The dedicated key-and-phone drawer. You check the room once, twice, then Izuku's room, the playroom, the kitchen. "Where are my keys?" You hissed, to hell with the phone you could buy a replacement. "Why would you need those," His voice was taunting. You felt your fists ball up and your nails dug into your palms. You stomped your foot like a frustrated child. "Because I'm leaving, I quit, now give me my keys." "I agreed you can quit, if that's what makes you feel better. I didn't say anything about leaving." The tension could be cut with a knife. He wasn't speaking or moving, he was eerily looming. In the other room Izuku was getting fussy. It knotted your stomach not going to check on him, but you kept your eyes on the villain. Toshinori was the first one to move, he went to check on his son. Clearly you weren't a threat. You could do without the keys, even sacrifice your suitcase. You made it all the way to the front door where you expected him to be, but he wasn't. He was with Izuku. With a twist at the knob the door didn't budge. You tried once more before angrily shaking the door. All Might called for you, "I told you that you aren't leaving. It's a two way security system but feel free to keep trying." When did he install this? You didn't see anything obvious like a box or camera indicating a security system. You could've thrown a fit or tried to break open the window but you had a feeling you wouldn't make it far. "What are you getting at?" You asked, rejoining the father-son duo. "Nothing aside from what we discussed last night in bed," he was making your cheeks burn red. "Making sure we stay a happy family." By the tone of his voice you knew there was no room for discussion. He didn't chastise you for slamming the door your room. He didn't pester you through out the day. He didn't even open your door to tell you he made dinner. He came by later to tell you (through the door) that he left you a plate in case you get hungry. By midnight you were. You tip toed down the hall, peeking into to the nursery to see Izuku fast asleep. You scarfed down the food before crawling back to bed. --- The next day you shuffled out of bed and into Izuku's room where you picked up the quiet but awake baby. You were gentle as you combed through his green curls with your fingers. He was still warm the way babies gets when they sleep. Holding him soothed you. Toshi melted when he saw you two curled up on the couch. He didn't want to ruin the mood so he stayed out of your line of sight for a few more minutes. Finally he entered the threshold of the room, "I'm heading out for the day but I won't be out late." You could've ignored him, but Izuku's grubbing hands were grabbing for his daddy. You had been defeated by the toddler. You weren't a monster. You moved toward your now ex-employer so he could tell his son goodbye. Goodbye before he goes off to commit atrocities. Toshi kissed the child’s chubby cheeks without removing him from your arms. He was too close for comfort. You took an awkward half step back before his huge hand caught your hair. With a tug, your chin jutted forward and he pressed his lips to yours. "Zuku, keep an eye on mommy," Chuckling as he stepped out the front door. Your mind was fuzzy for a moment before looked down at the boy on your hip who was giggling and clapping his hands together. --- The jovial villain was focused at work. He was on edge, quiet and irritable. Eager to return home and help you with his son. All Might wasn't delusional — well at least not entirely. He anticipated that this would be a rough time for you, but you were a good girl, you would adjust.

When he placed that ad to scout for someone to watch Izuku he didn't plan for this. But you were so perfect. He ached for you in a way he never hurt before. Had you been anyone else he would've killed you when you found out his villainous ways. But no, he could never bring himself to harm you. God, you even took the news in stride. Yeah, you weren't thrilled and may have walked out of their lives if he hadn't stopped you; but you weren't trashing his house or treating Izuku any differently.

And you were so pretty underneath him, whimpering while you took his length, your nails digging into the man's shoulders when he released into you. You slept like a rock afterwards, rolling unconsciously into him. Your body sought his comfort, knowing you were safe with him. He just needed to give you time to adjust.

--- It didn't take long for you to stop leaving the room any time he entered. And soon you were back to your normal routine of caring for the child and keeping up with the house. You resumed playing around with Izuku and began reading a ton of books to the boy. You told Toshi that Izuku could even pick which books he wanted you to read. It was nice that you were talking to him again, sometimes making jabs at his life choices and always kept a distance between yourself and him. Izuku was becoming quite the talker, well the babbler because he hasn't said his first word yet. He was figuring it out though. He knew he could say 'Ap-ap' for apple or to get picked up. You were sure he would say his first word any day. --- The three of you were in the living room when it happened. Izuku was watching some baby show, the first "lesson" was colors and the little one did his best to make nonsensical noises. The next subject was family members. Siblings, sister, brother. Parents. Mom, mommy, mama. Dad, daddy, papa. Grandma, grandpa. Aunt, auntie. Uncle. Over and over again until the show was done. Toshi looked at the izuku who was wearing the face of a thinker. He looked at his dad, the little one was trying to get something of importance out. You both cheered for him once he finally got out the word "papa." It was cute to see the man beam with pride, even though he was a villain. The butterflies were breaking out of their cocoons again. --- Toshi didn't get much alone time with his son and he liked it that way. That meant you were with them. But when he did get time with son he worked on teaching the boy that you were the mommy. Mama. And Izuku would try to repeat but hadn’t quite got it. --- You were struggling to maintain your composure in between watching the news and cooking dinner. All Might was robbing a bank. There were hostages. You recognized the location immediately as a bank you passed almost daily before working for Toshinori. Did you know anyone inside? A small part of you worried for the man, probably because you were thinking of him as Izuku's father rather than a villain. You shut the TV off when you heard Izuku start to wake from his nap.

That night you couldn't help but notice a slice on his arm; it was superficial, not even bleeding but enough to draw out the question: Why do you do it? It's easy, he shrugged. All Might never initiated an attack unprovoked nor directed his actions towards helpless civilians. He stole, dabbled in the black market, and made sure everyone knew not to mess with him or anyone in his circle.

You just couldn't understand. When Zuku gets older he will ask questions. All little boys idolize their dads. What if someone tried to hurt the boy?

The two of you were whisper yelling with each other. You more so than Toshi but he was still running low on patience; it had been a long day, after all. Izuku was picking up on the changing atmosphere, watching you both through furrowed brows, the quiver in his lip worsening. You stopped when you heard the whimpering begin. He was a sensitive child. Maybe you just needed to sleep. Toshi picked up the baby, bouncing Zuku in the way that always prevented tantrums and wails. He kept babbling and you could tell he was doing his best not to cry. You started to head towards your room when a cry broke out for 'mama.' This time it wasn't Toshi “putting you in your place”. This time it was Izuku.

"It's okay, Zuzu," Toshi soothed. "Mommy just needs a minute."

The crushing realization of just how trapped you were knocked the wind out of you. You couldn't leave the house. Toshi was always being too kind and patient. Somehow he managed to teach Izuku that you were his mommy. The most infamous villain had ensnared you and no matter what he wasn’t letting go. You would never be able to convince him to leave you alone and you'd never be able to leave Izuku.

You were tired of stubbornly holding out. Pathetic tears cascaded down your face, gentle and oddly relieving. Izuku practically leapt into your arms. The tot clung to you and his crying calmed down. you turned away, not able to look at the man.

"Are you going to think the worst of me forever?" Toshinori whispered. Maybe? Probably not. It was hard to tell. You didn't want to.

He continued, "I'm a good father, I would never let anyone hurt Izuku. Or you. Sure I don't have a lot of redeeming qualities but there are some."

You were tired of being stuck inside. It wasn't good for Izuku either. You wouldn't admit it but you weren't so sure you would abandon them even if given the chance. You were tired of trying to hate the man behind you. Tired of pretending you didn't fantasize about that night when you were alone in bed. Toshi moved right behind you and you relaxed against his huge chest. He was surprised and hesitant to move in case he frightened you to your senses. He couldn't just stand there though, that would be weird. Two thick arms wrapped around waist. "Tomorrow I wanna take Izuku to the park," You whispered. Toshi was equally defeated.

"Okay."

---

After putting Izuku to bed you made your way down the hall. The shower in Toshinori's bathroom was running. That was fine. You needed a moment to collect your thoughts. If this was going to work without you feeling like a hostage he was going to have to be open to loosing the reigns.

He was surprised to see you in his room when he exited the bathroom in nothing more than a pair of sweatpants.

"More fighting?" He cocked an eyebrow.

You shook your head, "I hate All Might, just as much as I hate every other villain. But when you come home I don't see All Might, I just see Toshinori, Izuku's dad. That's the man I care about and no matter how much I fight it I can't stop caring."

It was hard to keep eye contact with him but you continued, "I want to be with you and Izuku, not with All Might. And I want to be here on my own accord. I want to be able to go out with Izuku and with you. Can't we just try that?"

You didn't come in here to berate him again? Or to demand to leave? His heart softened as he realized that the person he wanted, wanted him back. You were willing to remain in their lives.

"I can try that."

Toshi trained his eyes on your body, fighting every instinct to close the space between. But you moved first, gingerly placing your hand on his shoulder to steady yourself as you straddled his lap.

"Can I sleep in here tonight? I want you to hold me," You whispered.

He nodded and rested his forehead against the crook of your neck. "Is that all you want from me tonight?"

#bnha yandere #yandere #yandere x reader #mha yandere #all might x reader #villain all might #all smite #toshinori yagi x reader

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tickles-in-ficland · 3 years ago

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This is my first fic so be nice 🥺

Hair dye Catastrophe

Summary: With Peter’s help the reader pulls a prank on the two super soldiers and soon regrets it

Warning: a little bit of violence talk regarding hydra but mostly fluff

Word Count: 1,396

You stretched your arms as the sun peaked through the curtains. You glanced at the clock. It read 10:00 am in bright red font. Normally you didn’t sleep that late, especially at the compound. There was always missions that were happening or training. But today was a rest day and for that you were thankful.

3 years ago you had been rescued by the Avengers from a HYDRA facility. You didn’t have any special powers but the team grew attached to you pretty quickly. While you didn’t have any previous skills, they were teaching you the art of combat and you had gotten pretty good. You were the baby of the group but not by much. Peter was only a few months older than you, which he never let you forget.

Throwing your hair up in a messy bun, and your eyes half open you made your way into the kitchen.

Standing in the kitchen was Tony, Wanda and Peter.

“Morning squirt!” Tony said ruffling your hair.

Grumbling you shook your head opening the fridge looking for some food.

“Someone’s grouchy this morning.” Peter quipped poking your side, eliciting a quiet giggle.

“Am not. I just woke up.” you said narrowing your eyes at him.

“Alright punks, I have to go do some lab work, try not to burn the compound down okay?” He said looking between you and Peter.

You smirked and rolled your eyes which caused Tony to laugh and roll his eyes back at you before exiting the kitchen.

“So Y/N, I was going to go into the living room to watch a movie, want to join me?” Peter asked.

“I have a better idea.” you said, a mischievously glint in your eyes.

Peter chucked “Uh oh. You’ve got that look on your face. What were you thinking?”

“I have some left over washable hair color from last months mission when we had to go under cover. We should put it in Steve and Buck’s shampoo so when they come out they have brightly colored hair!” You said with a giggle.

Peter’s eyes grew wide “Do you think it’ll work?” he asked.

“Oh yeah” you said it’s a dismissive wave of your hand. “I’m sure of it. We just have to do it before they finish their work outs and head to the showers”

Quickly and quietly the two of you grabbed the supplies and tip toe’d through the compound to avoid being busted. Peter went into Steve’s bathroom while you went into Bucky’s and quickly put the coloring in with the shampoo. Disposing if the evidence the two of you ran back to the living room and sat down right as the two super soldiers were walking by after their work out.

You gave a casual nod to the two as they walked by stifling your giggles. The rest of the avengers started to pile in the room when they heard a movie turn on. It was so nice getting some quality time with everyone and not have to run off on some mission.

The last to enter the room was Thor and Loki, the Asgardian brothers who had made a home on Earth, or Midgard as they called it. Loki shot a wink in your direction which made you quite flustered and though you tried your best to hide it, Loki saw which made him smile even bigger. He loved that he was able to get under your skin.

Some time had passed and you and Peter occasionally shot glances at each other, wondering when it would happen and then…

“AHHHH!” came two screams from down the hall. Your hand rose to your face to cover your mouth, hoping no one heard your laughter. A few minutes later the two super soldiers entered the living room, Steve’s hair was a bright pink and Bucky’s a deep royal blue. The whole team whipped their head around, mouths agape at the sight in front of them.

“Who did this?” Steve growled eyeing each person. When his eyes met yours, you tried your best to stifle your giggles but when one slipped out, your cover was blown.

Steve shook his head “Should’ve known. Buck, a little help please” he said an evil smirk on his face.

You jumped up with your arms out for defense, as if that was gonna help. “Peter helped!” you shouted.

“It was Y/N’s idea!” Peter shot back.

“Traitor!”

“Hey I’m not taking the fall for this!” He said pointing his finger at you.

Before he could get out another word Steve had pounced on the little spiderling, digging his fingers into his ribs causing Peter to throw back his head in a boisterous laugh.

“St-Steehehehveee!” Peter giggled trying to push Steve’s hands away, to no avail.

Your attention turned to Bucky who was now approaching you with quickness. You took off running out of the living room down the hall when you heard Bucky shout in your direction, “You’re just making this worse on yourself Y/N!”

Your heart pounding you quickly slipped into your room carefully shutting your door behind you and running to your closet, shutting the door. Your breath caught in your throat when Bucky opened the door glancing around the room.

“I know you’re in here Y/N! I have super soldier hearing, I heard the door shut!”

Shit. You forgot about that. Suddenly the door to the closet swung open and you looked up at Bucky’s tall frame pouting your lips slightly.

“Hey Buck. You really don’t have to do this.” You said batting your eyelashes.

Bucky chuckled at your attempts to cute your way out of this. “Oh but I do.” He said before grabbing you and tossing you over his shoulder causing you to squeal in surprise.

The closer you got to the living room the more you could hear Peter’s laughter as Steve was hitting all his bad spots. The rest of the team looking on in amusement.

“P-please Mr. Rogers I-I’m sor-rhehehe!” He said throwing his head back and forth trying to avoid Steve’s torturous fingers.

You couldn’t really pay attention to Peter anymore because Bucky had tossed you onto the sofa, straddling your waist preventing you from moving. With minimal effort he grabbed both your wrists, putting them above your head.

“Hmm.” Bucky pondered tapping his chin. “Where to start?”

Giggles had already begun to pour out of your mouth. He knew you couldn’t stand the teasing. “Nowhere Buck! You don’t have to start anywhere!”

Bucky shook his head and smiled. “Nah. I think I’ll start…..here!” He said before digging his hand into your sides. You were insanely ticklish and the team knew this and often used it against you. Like, right now.

“BU-BUUCKYYYY!” you squealed trying everything in your power to get out of his grip with no luck. “HAHAHAHA PL-EHEEASEEE!” you said your body shaking with laughter.

Steve had let up on Peter who was hungrily taking in deep breaths and softly giggling as he recovered from Steve’s attack. Steve shuffled himself over to you with an evil smirk on his face. For a moment your eyes shifted over to Steve and more giggles bubbled in your throat. The image of him with bright pink hair sent you into another fit of laughter.

“Is this funny?” he asked towering over you.

“Y-yEAH!” you squealed as his fingers dug into your ribs with fury assisting his friend in your torture.

“ST-HEHEHE-VEEE!” you shouted trying to get out of their grip to no avail.

“Are you ready to apologize?” Bucky said ceasing his tickles for a moment, giving you a chance to breathe.

“Ye-yessss!” you said as giggles still spilled from your lips. “I’m sorry. It’ll wash out.”

Bucky helped you off the floor, but wagged just finger in your face “You’re lucky it does punk.” he said seriously but a hint of a smile shown in his eyes. Steve winked at you as the two men left the room.

Once the men exited you marched over to Peter giving him a wack on the shoulder.

“Ow!” he shouted rubbing the spot where you hit. “What was that for?!”

“For throwing me under the bus jerk!” you said folding your arms, eyes narrowed.

Peter chucked. “Sorry?” he said with a smile and and a shrug.

You shook your head before curling up on the couch next to Peter, already planning your revenge.

#marvel #marvel tickle #mcu tickle #steve rogers x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #ler!bucky #lee!reader #ticklish reader

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writeforfandoms · 2 years ago

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How Did You Love 7

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Here we finally are back again with chapter 7! I know I’ve been doing day by day so far, but I think we’re gonna start seeing some skips because I would like to finish this story sometime in the next decade. (Just kidding. I’m aiming to have it finished by the end of this year.)

Let me know who you want to see featured next chapter!

Also of note: the little village described is supposed to be Holly Village, Highgate, London. The restaurant is based on a real restaurant in that area.

Warnings: Swearing, feelings, Jack is far too charming, Ezra and Fox are conniving busybodies.

Word count: 2.7k

After that, of course, you had to keep actual tabs on the days. This was day 4. (And that by itself was a little odd to think. That four days ago your life had been so different. That you had only known these men for four days. It was… honestly, it was a little freaky.)

You spent the morning wavering between being listless and frantic. It was hard to reconcile everything, to know that you had to make a decision that would change the fates of others. You hadn't found your happy medium yet, which is how you ended up organizing everything in the pantry and fridge.

A knock on the door pulled you from your thoughts, and you went to go answer it.

Jack stood on the other side, thumbs tucked into his belt loops, charming smile in place.

"Mornin', sugar," he greeted. "I was hopin' you'd agree to accompany me for lunch, of you're not busy."

"Oh! No, I'm not busy. Um, sure. Let me just do something with my hair."

Jack chuckled softly. "No rush," he assured you. "I can wait here or over at my place."

"Don't be silly, come on in." You smiled and left the door open for him, walking further into the house. "Can I get you anything to drink?"

"Thanks, sugar, but no thanks." Jack stepped into the living room, taking a look around. "Looks almost exactly the same as mine."

"It's a bit odd," you murmured, taking in the furniture and the walls and the curtains. Every house was virtually the same, with only minor differences in color schemes.

"A bit?" Jack chuckled. "I'd say more'n a bit."

You couldn't help but laugh. "I'll be back in a minute." You headed up the stairs to your room.

And then had to pause because oh shit Jack had asked you on a date. And you were pretty sure it was a date. Oh, damn.

Okay. Okay. You could handle this. No problem. You had some nice clothes with you.

It took little time to change and finish getting ready, and you spared a moment to take a deep breath and calm yourself.

No pressure, remember.

You nearly snorted at the absurdity of that and shook your head, amused.

"Ready?" You asked Jack as you came back down the stairs.

"I am indeed." He smiled when he saw you, wiggling his eyebrows. "And you, sugar, look good enough to eat."

You smiled, some of the tension falling from your shoulders. "Thank you."

Jack held out his hand, and you fitted yours in his. His hands were big, calloused, but also warm and comforting. He seemed completely at ease as the two of you left your house, and then the property. You did spot Frankie sitting under a tree, but none of the others. Briefly, you wondered about that, and then dismissed it.

It wasn't your job to worry about them full-time. They were all grown adults, and not your responsibility. At least, not in terms of keeping track of them.

You were allowed to go out and enjoy yourself. Hell, Nova had all but told you that is what they were for.

You held Jack's hand a little tighter, smiling.

"It really is a nice day today, huh?" You looked at him, rounding the corner away from the property.

"It is indeed." Jack tugged you a little closer to be out of the way of another pedestrian. "All the better for my current company." He winked at you.

And, sure, maybe it was a bit over the top… but you still giggled. "I agree."

His smile brightened. "Now, sugar, I do have a coupl'a ideas for today."

"Sure, lay them on me." You paused at a crosswalk to let traffic pass.

"I found a little place for lunch for us," Jack told you. "It's no diner, but it looks good."

"Sounds good to me," you agreed.

"And then, depending on how far we can go, there are a few theaters around. We could go watch a movie. Or just walk around, if you prefer." Jack started across the street, making sure you stayed next to him.

"I don't even know what's playing right now," you admitted with a little laugh. "But I am down to do whatever. It's a nice day, and I just want to enjoy it."

Jack chuckled softly. "I'll make sure you have fun, sugar."

"So, I know you're from the States. Where do you live?"

Jack used his free hand to scratch the back of his head briefly, glancing at you before watching traffic again. "I've lived in New York City, and in Kentucky. Grew up on a farm in Kentucky."

"Seriously? A farm?" You looked at him curiously.

"Yes indeed." He tipped his head to look at you, a smile teasing the corners of his lips. "What's that look for, sugar?"

"Just curious. I've never really been to a farm, apart from a few visits as a kid." You shrugged. "I know it's a lot of work, but it sounds kinda fun, too."

Jack laughed. "That depends on if you like early mornings," he said, grinning. "Work starts early. I used to get up at dawn to go help out. My mama said it kept me out of trouble." He paused, grin turning roguish. "Well. Too much trouble." He winked at you, squeezing your hand.

"And New York? That's quite a change from a farm."

"I was working for Statesman Distillery by then," Jack admitted, smooth as butter. "Worked my way up the ladder and got stuck in charge of operations in NYC. Lived there for a while, when I wasn't traveling."

"Huh." You were quiet for a few moments. "I'm far from an expert on alcohol, but I don't think I've heard of Statesman."

"They exist here," Jack told you, gently tugging you into his side and out of the way of another group of tourists. "Looked 'em up a couple days ago."

You nodded, going quiet as thoughts and questions whirled in your brain. Was it odd for him? It must be. There was no way it wasn't.

"Hey," he murmured. "Talk to me. What's going through that pretty head?"

"I just…" you chewed on your lip for a moment, trying to find the words. "I mean, it has to be weird, right? To know that the company exists here but you don't? Would you want to go work for them if you stay? I mean, I know that's still in the future and we don't even know what's going to happen, but–"

"Slow down there," Jack chuckled, squeezing your hand again. "Yes, it is odd. I only recognized a couple names on the site." He paused there, thumb stroking over the back of your hand in a soothing motion. "Hadn't much considered the future yet, to be honest. Figured there isn't a point yet, not until we know what'll happen."

"That's a good point." You sighed just a little. "I feel like we're stuck in limbo."

"Hurry up and wait," Jack agreed. "But it's not so bad, hm? At least you've got good company."

"Very good company," you agreed, smiling at him. "I'm just not used to all of this."

"Which part?"

"All of it," you deadpanned, making Jack laugh softly. "Going out with someone, being somewhere not home, not having a thousand things on my to do list."

"Sounds like someone works too hard," Jack teased gently.

"It's a good distraction." You shrugged.

Jack nodded slowly, slowing down as you two approached your destination. "That is true," he admitted softly. "But it's also a good way to end up lonely."

He opened the door for you, ushering you inside.

A series of small lamps hung from a fixture just inside, bright and cheerful. There were wood tables and chairs, and more hanging lanterns strewn throughout the space. And it smelled amazing - a mix of spices and savory foods that made your mouth water.

Jack got you a table out on the patio, pulling out your seat for you and ushering you to sit first. The sunlight was pleasantly warm, and the fence and bushes helped to dull the traffic noise.

"How did you find this place?" You asked, not even looking at your menu yet.

Jack grinned, sly and amused. "I have my ways."

You laughed and shook your head, watching a waiter carry a few plates past you. Ooooh those smelled good. You hadn't even realized you were hungry.

"Here," Jack murmured, sliding your menu closer to you. "Pick out something. Or, hell, pick a few somethings." He grinned at you, eyes crinkling.

And you had to pause and just smile. He looked more relaxed than you'd seen him, happier. And gorgeous. The sun highlighted his hair, catching on the curl right over his forehead. Those broad shoulders were relaxed.

Well, you certainly had a good view for lunch.

The two of you ended up ordering a few dishes to share. It was more fun that way, and everything looked and smelled amazing.

"Well, whatever your mysterious ways are, I'm glad you found this place," you told Jack, scooping up the last bite onto your fork. "This was an amazing choice."

"I'm glad you liked it, sugar." Jack grinned. "Have to see where else we can find. Dunno about you, but I like all kinds of places."

"One of life's greatest pleasures is exploring cultures through food," you agreed. "Especially for those of us who can't travel often."

"I know you mentioned you've done a bit of traveling before," he said, watching you. "Do you hope to travel more in the future?"

You made a face, wobbling one hand in a so-so motion. "I mean, yeah, I'd like to. But. Before all of this, I would have said I doubt I'd be able to afford to travel much." You paused and shrugged with a wry smile. "Now? I have no idea. I am still figuring out all of this." You waved a vague hand at yourself, the table, the general area.

"Understandable." Jack caught your hand and held it gently, thumb rubbing over your knuckles. "I for one hope I get the chance to go see new places with you." He quirked a little smile at you. "Would be nice to travel for fun, 'stead of just for work."

"Maybe we can make that happen." You smiled, feeling a little shy and a lot flattered.

Jack took the bill before you could, distracting you with a kiss to your knuckles so you couldn't complain.

Part of you wanted to stay there for the whole afternoon, just chatting and getting to know him. He really was quite charming, and fun, and he had a wide variety of stories. Mostly from his work. Every so often, he'd get an odd look on his face, like he was remembering something less pleasant. But you didn't push, didn't ask.

You knew all too well how much easier it was to avoid painful subjects, to desperately wish nobody asked about them.

But the two of you stood after the bill was paid, your hand still twined with Jack's. He used his free hand to look up the nearest movie theater and see what was playing.

You vetoed the romcom as too on the nose for a first date. Jack nixed the mindless action flick. Which left you with the sci fi that probably spent more of its budget on special effects than writing.

"Tell you what," you said as the two of you walked to the theater. "Let's get seats in the very back and as long as it doesn't bother you, we can make fun of the movie. If it's bad."

"Sounds perfect to me, sugar." Jack grinned and squeezed your hand.

The theater was half empty when you got in, and you and Jack settled in the very back row. Jack lifted the arm rest between you two, draping one arm over your shoulders.

"This okay?" He asked in a murmur.

"More than." You smiled, watching the flickering lights illuminate his features.

He hummed and settled in there, his fingers rubbing against your shoulder, like he couldn't hold completely still. Fortunately you found it endearing rather than annoying.

To say the movie was mediocre was an overstatement. The best part about the movie was making fun of it. You and Jack sat close together, heads bent together, whispering comments to each other. Once, you had to press your hand to your mouth hard to keep from laughing loud enough for the whole theater to hear.

Jack looked rather smug after that, and you didn't call him on it.

"Well, that was…" Jack couldn't find the right word, arm still over your shoulders as you two walked out of the theater into the lobby.

"It sure was," you agreed, stifling another giggle fit.

You both paused near the exit, looking through the glass outside. It was raining, the sky overcast where it had been sunny, the ground already soaked.

You bit your lip, looking at him. "Guess we're walking back in the rain."

Jack puffed out his cheeks. "Sorry, sugar."

"It's fine, not like you can control the weather." You paused and peered at him. "And even if you can, I like rain. It sounds nice. Even when you get caught in it."

Jack chuckled softly and released your shoulders, his hand sliding down to take yours. "Ready?"

"Ready."

The two of you emerged and headed down the street towards temporary home. It didn't take long to get soaked, and you had to laugh at the disgruntled look on Jack's face.

Fortunately it wasn't a long walk, and Jack ushered you into his house to warm up.

"You wanna drink, sugar?" Jack asked, shutting the door behind the two of you and stepping past you towards the kitchen.

"Something warm, maybe." You peered into his living room. It was a close mirror to your own. He was right, it was an unsettling feeling. Shaking your head, you continued after him into the kitchen.

Jack already had the coffee machine going, and he offered you a towel.

"Apart from the rain, that was damn near perfect," he murmured, stepping in closer.

You smiled, taking the towel. Instead of using it to dry off, as he'd clearly intended, you lifted it to his head to start patting his hair dry. "I liked the rain."

Jack chuckled, his hands capturing yours and bringing them down to rest against his chest. The towel slipped down around his shoulders, but neither of you paid it any mind.

"I was thinkin' we could do this again sometime?" Jack smiled, ducking his head a little.

"Of course," you agreed, a little breathless. "I'd like that."

"Good." Jack's smile crinkled his eyes, warming you straight through. "Good." He shifted in closer, one hand still holding yours to his chest, his other landing softly at your waist. He lowered his head a little, slowly moving in closer. Your eyes fluttered closed, face tipping up towards him.

And the front door banged open, sending in a flurry of cold wind and water droplets.

Jack swore softly and released you, grumbling all the way to the door. Before he could close it, though, Ezra and Fox popped up.

"Evenin'!" Ezra greeted cheerily. "Saw the open door, figured we'd come give you a hand, and maybe get a start on dinner for tonight. I was thinkin', with all this rain, a big pot of stew sounds mighty good tonight." Oh, you're already here, dove! How fortuitous."

Jack sighed heavily as the two men let themselves in, and he shut and locked the door. There was regret in his eyes as he rejoined you in the kitchen, clearly paying not a bit of attention to Ezra's ramblings as the other man went through the fridge for ingredients.

You smiled at him, reaching over to squeeze his fingers briefly. "I'm gonna go grab a towel," you told him, though you were certainly aware of two more sets of eyes that turned to you. "I'll be right back."

You did take maybe just a couple minutes extra, hidden away in the bathroom, to touch your lips and imagine if the door hadn't opened just then.

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butwhyduh · 4 years ago

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"There is only one bed" "Exes forced to work together" and "Accidentally cuddling in sleep" with homeboy Dickie please <3

There were certain members of the Titans who said Dick’s superpower was being friends with his exes. Not very many of them had ill feelings for him after breakup despite everything that happened in their relationship. You tried to be like them. Kori could laugh at his jokes while he dated Barbara. Zatanna would often give him an open mouth kiss when she saw him and yet had no interest in dating him again.

But you weren’t like that. You didn’t know how to act around him. Possibly because you didn’t exactly break up normally, or at all. He just disappeared. It had been for a mission but still. He could have called or talked to you afterwards. That’s why you were mad. It was inconsiderate, you thought as you ignored the tiny voice that told you that you couldn’t be normal around him because you still liked him.

And currently you were dying because you had teamed up with Dick on a mission. Both of your skill sets matched for the mission’s needs and so this is how you ended up at the front counter of a Swiss hotel high in the mountain trying to get 2 hotel rooms instead of one. Or even just another bed.

“Madame, I apologize but there is no other room at this hotel. We are very sorry for the mix up but this is all we have. The nearest hotel is 30 kilometers north so I have very little I can do. Again, I apologize,” said the man. “It is the busy season.”

You sighed. “That’s fine. I’m tired. It’ll be fine,” you said grabbing the keys a little rougher than necessary. Dick looked at the man apologetically before following you.

The hotel was actually really nice. Very traditional with red ornamental patterned rugs and golden brown beaded board halfway up the wall. A gold chandelier hung in the front entry. A bellboy carried your bags up to the room and let you in.

The room was just as nice but tiny. Barely had enough room for the bed and a small table with 2 chairs and a tv stand. A little closet sat behind door and the tiny window with covered in thick curtains.

You tossed your bag in the closet without a care and pulled off your shoes. You groaned and stretched your toes before flopping on the bed.

“I’ll sleep on the floor,” Dick said grabbing a pillow.

“No just get in bed. There isn’t enough floor to sleep on. It’ll kill your back to sleep weird,” you said with a yawn. Dick stood awkwardly. You hadn’t thought about it but you were probably his only awkward ex and he didn’t know what to do about it.

“You sure? I don’t wanna be in your space,” Dick said tentatively laying down the pillow. You patted the mattress.

“You could sleep in the room beside me and I think you’d still be in my face with how tiny these rooms are,” you said and he chuckled.

“Yeah, this hotel is probably like 500 years old or something,” he said laying down. He was on his edge of the bed and you on yours. “Did I ever tell you that we toured out here when I was a kid in the circus?”

You turned to look at him. “No you haven’t. What was it like?”

“It was cold but fun. My mom got mad when I tried to do flips barefoot in the snow,” he said with a laugh. “I was probably 6. She thought I was going to get deathly sick from the cold.”

“That sounds exactly like something a mom would say,” you said with a smile.

“I also remember one of the sword swallowers tried to learn the language to speak to all the pretty women that came to the shows but he learned Swedish instead,” Dick said and you both laughed.

“I bet that didn’t go well.”

“He got lucky and the first woman he talked to spoke Swedish! It was pretty funny,” Dick said with a yawn. “We should probably get some sleep.”

“Yeah,” you said and the pillow felt like heaven. Your eyelids felt heavy and before you knew it, you were asleep. Hours later you woke to light hitting your eyes through the curtains so you snuggled closer to get it out of your eyes. Arms that wrapped around you tightened a little and you felt a humming noise that threatened to put you back to sleep.

Hot breath against your cheek made you move again. This time you woke up to take in your surroundings. A collarbone. Arms around your back. Legs tangled in your own. You hadn’t taken anyone home last night. Who was that? You blinked before realizing that you were in Dick’s arms.

You pulled back a little and he whined in his sleep and held you tighter. His touch was warm and comforting and you almost wanted to be lulled back to sleep with him. But Dick wasn’t your boyfriend and you needed to move. You shifted again and he opened his eyes to look at you in surprise.

“Oh,” he said. You both froze. “Sorry,” Dick muttered before moving his hands away slowly. His didn’t scoot away from you.

You looked at him and the way he looked at you stopped you from moving. It was raw and unfiltered in the mornin light and he clearly wasn’t over you. He looked down at your lips before looking back at your eyes.

“Morning,” you said softly. You looked down as he licked his lips. They looked soft and shiny. You slid your hand to his arm. Almost painfully slow, Dick scooted closer to where your lips were almost touching. You inhaled a little faster than normal.

“Can I,” he said already hold his head slightly turned. You leaned up to meet his lips. Dick’s hands went back around to grip your waist. The kiss started out tentative but didn’t take long to deepen. He tasted the same as you remember and his touch was familiar and comforting.

After a little bit of you both laying on your sides, Dick laid back and pulled you on top of him. You straddled his hips and kissed him hard. Dick made a moan against your lips and gripped your thighs. You rubbed down against him. You could feel him grow hard in his thin sleep pants. Dick pulled back to breathe.

“Fuck baby,” he panted. You huffed out a laugh. “What?” He asked and you grinned.

“Still has the same weaknesses, I see,” you whispered and he chuckled before shrugging. You ground down on him and he inhaled quickly.

“Yeah but so do you,” he said before flipping you over and pinning your hands above your head. You gasped into a moan as he nipped at the spot behind your ear. Dick smirked against your skin. “Yep the same spot.”

“Hmmm using it against me,” you asked and he nodded.

“Always take advantage of weaknesses. That how I was taught,” Dick said. He bent and sucked hard on the spot and you pulled at his hands, wanting to put your hands in his hair. Dick kissed down your neck to your collar and nipped at your collarbone. You made a keening sound.

“Not fair Grayson, not fair,” you said breathlessly and he chuckled.

“I could always stop,” Dick said, his breath was hot on your skin. You groaned and he chuckled. Dick slid his hands under your shirt and pulled back to slide it off. His fingers traced a new scar that you had gotten since the last time you had been together.

“Two Face,” you commented and he nodded before kissing the arcing curvature of lighter skin. You pulled at his shirt and he pulled it off too. He had some more scars too. A pair of red healing marks on his forearm that looked like claws you touched with your thumb.

“Killer Croc,” he said before kissing the valley between your breasts. You hummed in agreement before realizing what he said.

“Killer Croc? You got very lucky,” you said and he pulled back a little.

“Yeah. I mean, it got mad infected and I was out for 2 weeks but yeah, he could have ripped my arm off,” Dick said. He ran his hand along the waistband of your sleep shorts. You inhaled quickly.

“You’re too casual for a man that almost died,” you said.

“Yeah, I know,” Dick answered sliding his hand in your shorts to play in your folds. Your eyes closed and you forgot all about scars and Killer Croc as he fingered you.

“Condoms?” You gasped. He grinned as he kissed along the column of your neck.

“One minute,” Dick said getting up. You watched him move around the room. His boner extremely obvious in his sleep pants. He came back with a few attached together.

“3?”

“Let’s start with one and go from there,” he smirked and you laughed. That was Dick for you. Cheeky no matter what. He pushed down his pants and rolled it on as you slid out of your panties and shorts. Dick stared down at your wet pussy. He already knew from fingering you but he certainly wasn’t complaining about the sight.

Dick climbed back over you and kissed you soundly. “Ready?” He asked and you nodded. Dick slowly thrust in and you made a soft sound. He started moving and found a good pace. It was great for missionary but it wasn’t like either of you didn’t have the ability to be a little more flexible in positions.

“I want to try something,” you whispered in his ear and he looked at you with a twinkle in his eyes.

“Go on,” Dick said excitedly. You pushed him off of you and he eagerly complied. You stood up and bent at the waist and wrapped your arms around the back of your knees with your legs closed giving Dick one hell of a show.

“Oh fuck,” he whispered. Dick moved behind you. “Like this?” He asked and you nodded. Dick slowly slid in with his hands on your hips making all kinds of little noises. “You look fucking amazing baby. Truly.”

You let Dick move for a while in this position. He alternated between holding your hips and grabbing your ass to slightly spread it to watch better. It was possible he’d never been that horny in his life. It felt amazing on your part but there was something you wanted to try without telling him.

You slowly moved your hands to the floor and put your weight on one leg. And with a smirk, you lifted one leg up and Dick inhaled deeply as you lifted it up to his shoulder. He held your leg and moaned loudly. His hips stopped and he was panting.

“Fuck, you almost made me cum right then,” he groaned. His hips started moving and all of took was a little shake of your ass for him to cum despite himself. “Fuck,” he groaned while burying himself deep. As soon as he was done, he pulled out and helped you stand up. You noted a little dusting of pink in his cheeks and ears.

“I’ll get you back. Lay down,” he said and you nodded and laid on the bed. It was no time at all that he had his lips wrapped around your clit and fingers in your core as your grabbed his hair in pleasure.

“Fuck! Dick! Fuck!” You cried, completely ignoring the fact that it was 7 am and you were in a hotel. He seemed to be hell bent on making up for the fact that he came first. Your thighs shook and you weren’t even sure but you probably screamed when you came. Dick peppered kisses up your body with a smirk as you heaved in breaths.

“Like that,” he said wryly, pulling you into his arms.

“You already know that,” you answered. He ran a finger along your arm and kissed your hair.

“So this...” he started but trailed off.

“Yeah...”

“Do you wanna... try again? Us?” He asked.

“Maybe,” you said biting your lip.

“Give it a shot?” He asked hopeful. You sat in silence for a second.

“Yeah. Yeah.”

“Yeah?” He said with a smile.

“Yeah,” you answered shyly. He grinned and kissed you again. He rolled on top of you.

“Since I fucked up the first round, I should make it up to you,” he said playfully. You rolled your eyes with a smile.

“If. You. Can,” you whispered in his ear. By the end of the morning, the hotel security had come to knock on your door to quiet down.

#friday night smut #dick Grayson x reader #nightwing x reader #dick Grayson smut #batboy smut #batboy x reader

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subwaysurf45 · 3 years ago

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Love You to the Moon and Back

summary: Bucky notices you’re feeling down after a bad injury, he does his best to help.

words: 3817

warning: depressive episode, doctors, mainly fluff!

pairing: Bucky x Reader

Masterlist!

Bucky could tell you were getting bad again.

And it hurt him to see you like this but it always happened after a big mission, your job was traumatizing and it took a toll on all of you. Bucky knew he had his days but he also knew when you finally let yourself slip it was really bad.

You were a very headstrong person, you didn’t like letting people see your weaknesses or just you being hurt in general. So it sucked when you had broken your shin and witnessed a school of kids get blown up by a bomb, maybe sucked is an understatement but it was what you always said.

You had pretended to be a teacher because there was supposed to be a hit on most teachers at a private school, so when the school blew up before everyone was out of the building- including you -it left the memories very crystal clear. There was no way of saving everyone so you saved yourself, and the feeling of selfishness had never been more apparent than right now. You were lying in bed with a cast on your left leg, your left leg was on top of the duvet while the other leg was under.

A tank top and shorts was all you wore even though you were cold. A pillow was placed between your legs down by your shins to keep the injured one elevated, Bucky had stuck it there the last time he came in to check on you.

Speaking of Bucky, he walked into your shared room in the compound.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Bucky cooed as he gently opened and closed the door without making any sound, you had become hyper-aware to sound and light so a loud noise or a flash of a camera could send you into a state of hysterics. Bucky sat himself at the edge of the bed at around your midsection, you were lying in the middle and facing him. You barely said hello, all you could muster was a groan that had the same rhythm as the word hello. “How’s my girl doing?” Bucky rubbed your thigh very carefully.

It was so obviously a rhetorical question, you were absolutely shit and he knew it. You both just stared at each other and Bucky seemed to get the message, he nodded and looked down. The room was so dark from the lights being off and the curtains being pulled you barely registered that Bucky had a plate of cheese, apple slices, and crackers. Bucky saw you turn your nose up and he knew you would, you had been like this for what felt like weeks.

“You have your two appointments today, you wanna use the crutches or the wheelchair?” Bucky asked as he gently caressed your thigh, a little hum came after a few sections to clarify this wasn’t rhetorical.

“I don’t know,” you mumbled into your pillow.

“Okay…” Bucky held onto the last syllable, he glanced over to the wheelchair and crutches. “How about you have a little snack and then when you got food- and I’ll get water -you can make your choice. You also know you can switch and I’ll be glad to grab it for you, alright?” he did a few quick pats on your thigh before setting the plate down on the bedside table, he grunted as he stood up and stuck his arms slowly beneath you. All Bucky did was sit you upright to eat, you had gotten better at eating and now didn’t need motivation to eat but just a little push at the beginning to keep going after the first bite. Bucky also found if he ate a few pieces from the plate you’d be more inclined to eat the rest.

“Thanks,” your voice was low and barely audible.

“No need, pretty lady,” Bucky got right beside you and grabbed the plate, he placed it between you and let you choose the first piece. “So, you’re at the doctor at two and then Doc at three-ten, do you wanna nap between for a little or for a while after?” he just took a cracker and plopped it into his mouth.

“No, no nap between, I wanna sit outside Doc’s office like before to make sure I’m not late.” You mumbled and stacked a piece of cheese on an apple slice. Doc was your therapist that was assigned to you a little while before your injury, Bucky wasn’t the only one who got nightmares and manic episodes; you probably got them more. Bucky knew he couldn’t go into your therapy meeting, he could physically go in but it went against his morals, this was your time to be alone and completely vulnerable to a human that you only see one or twice a week, he didn’t want you to sugar coat anything just because he wa sitting there.

Bucky nodded and hummed before pulling the notebook out of the bedside table’s drawer, your combat backpack which you used for everything between missions and a picnic in the park was curled over itself in the corner of your room. Bucky picked it up and headed back to bed to let it rest there as he packed. He did this when you weren’t injured, Bucky had sadly realized your memory was a little shot from the amount of bootleg brainwashing and head injuries. You’d constantly forget about appointments or missions, or even the date.

“Baby, I told you, your birthday is today, that’s why I got flowers.” Bucky said and pointed to the counter with the bright flowers on it.

“No…” you rubbed the front of your head. “My birthday isn’t today, I forget the day- but it’s not today, I swear.”

He slid in your journal that you used to write down lists and memories, you had used a guitar pick as your bookmark even though you can’t play anymore. Sometimes when you’d show up to a therapy session you’d forget what you wanted to say, it hurt him when he’d walk you there and you’d be saying the list of things under your breath with your eyes closed. Nightmare, mom, picking my nails, ankle, nightmare, sand, flowers.

“We gotta go soon, anyways, wanna get ready for the day?” Bucky softly asked, there was no nice way of telling your loved one they needed to shower.

“Sure,” you looked down at the plate and grabbed the last of it before getting up, the apple and cheese was just curled in the palm of your hand, as you walked over you shoved it all into your mouth because you knew you had to shower and you didn’t like soggy cheese.

“I’ll keep packing your bag, and I’ll fill a water bottle for you.” Bucky had been your human crutch as you walked to the bathroom, you had an itch down in your cast that was bugging you.

Tony had wanted to add tech to the shower to help you stand because putting pressure on your left leg hurt after three minutes and seven seconds- not that you were timing to see how long you could go without collapsing. You had said no to tech and just asked for a bar, Bucky even thought it would be cool but it was all up to you.

Bucky helped you slip out of your clothes before leaving you be, he knew he would have to check on you periodically because you were too stubborn to ask for help if you had fallen or couldn’t get in the shower. You gripped onto the metal bar and helped yourself slip in, you turned the water on right away.

You liked warm, long showers. You just let the water hit your skin as you stood in front of the shower head, the water pressure was high so you let the bullets hit your face when your eyes were closed. Your hair got wet as you stood there, you reached for the bottle of shampoo and expected it to be where it always was. The was getting into your eyes and when you squinted to see where the bottle was everything was double, as you reached for the bottle you had actually reached for the fake double and knocked the bottle off the ledge. A loud thump rang through the bathroom and it sounded like a bomb.

There was one second of silence before you heard scrambling from outside the bathroom door, all at once you could see the door swing open by its shadow through the curtain. The curtain was pulled back so hard a couple of ringlets holding it up were ripped off.

“Baby?” Bucky yelled before he registered you were standing upright. “What?” he breathed heavily, he was completely expecting you to be passed out on the floor with a cracked skull.

“Shampoo bottle,” you said meekly.

“Oh, thank god…” Bucky sighed to himself as he reached down to pick it up. “Are you hurt at all, did you fall?” He placed the bottle back on the ledge which made him reach across your naked body, on his way back his hand touched your shoulder then went to cup your cheek and move your head to look at him.

“I’m all good, babe.” You smiled, an exhausting smile.

“Alright, back-is-packed, finish up and I'll help you over to physio, alright?” Bucky closed the curtain to give privacy but waited for a verbal answer.

“Perfect, thank you.” You grabbed the bottle again, your heart ached for him to be in the shower with you, it was something you did all the time before you were injured.

“Don’t thank me, pretty lady.” Bucky reached for the door and opened it, before he could walk out, your voice quietly called his name, he could barely hear it over the water in the shower. “Yes?” he replied with the same softness.

“Stay here with me, please.” the ‘please’ came after a beat, and extra plea.

“Always,” Bucky sat on the toilet seat and gave the company you needed as you tried to stick your finger down your cast to itch that one spot on your leg.

*****

Soon enough you were sat in the physio room, Bucky was off to the side with paper work in his lap and a binder in your backpack he packed for you. You liked the moral support when you were here because you never really had the best experience with doctors, Bucky would act like he wasn’t even there. That was a good thing, he did need to be the hovering boyfriend all the time because that can get tiring for both parties. He’d look up and listen to the doctor near the end, Bucky would write down the exercises and when to do them so he could gently remind you later.

“Alright, you’re gonna get a new cast next week,” the doctor smiled at you, when you didn’t pick up on the excitement the doctor’s smile faded. “That means three quarters done!” Bucky had looked up and smiled, even clapped a couple times.

“Then I have to learn how to walk again,” that was an exaggeration but it didn’t feel like one.

The doctor gave a knowing look, “why do I feel like you’re already walking without the crutches?” You didn’t say anything because it was true.

Your leg was examined and x-rayed, Bucky held onto your necklace as you went in. Your mind faded in and out as the doctor spewed ‘doctor stuff’ at you, you just didn’t have the care to listen; but Bucky did. He’s the type of guy to take notes and research later.

Bucky would look over and see you looking at the floor, not even paying attention. He knew he couldn't get mad at you, you both dealt with injury very similarly. But something about seeing you shut down entirely made his heart ache, he wanted to reach out and lift the corners of your lips up into a smile because they seemed like they were being weighed down, he couldn’t remember the last time you smiled and real smile. He hadn’t been going on mission to keep you company, but now he knew his most important mission.

He walked you over to your therapy session that was still in the building, your Doc would come to the Avenger tower. He’d walk you right to the door of some random debrief room and kiss you goodbye. Bucky would hold your shoulders and gently rub your arms to hype you up before going in, he gave his little speech and said the same thing after.

“You know I love you, and I know it’s hard.” he’d then kiss your cheeks and forehead. “I’ll be right here when you’re done, don’t even sweat it, pretty lady.” He then wouldn’t leave until the door closed and he heard muffled voices.

The tower was right in the heart of the city, everything he needed was right there and a walking distance away. He slipped on a long sleeve and his gloves, he knew you took the backpack but you also had reusable bags, he took a few and headed out into the summer heat, it wasn’t humid today which was great but it wasn’t cold either. The tote bag was slung over his shoulder, all that was in it right now as a list.

flowers

chocolate

card

stuffed animal

To call Bucky a romantic would seem weird to someone who only knew of him from the news or a museum, you knew him as a total hopeless romantic. Even in the 40’s, Bucky was the type of person to keep their walls up until he really got to know and trust you. It would normally be one little thing that would allow him to truly be himself around someone, he let his guard down that day you were walking to the restaurant he made a reservation at, Bucky placed himself so that arm or hand you’d hold would be his right but when you caught on you walk around him and looped both arms around his left, metal arm. After that, he was goner.

He’d leave little sticky notes everywhere, a blue square paper in the coffee mug that read: ‘make sure you only drink one cup!’ or another on your shampoo bottle: ‘you look great naked ;)’. Bucky knew the little things mattered to you and vice versa, he knew that grand gestures didn’t mean anything without a little kiss that came before.

The flower shop smelt great, Bucky didn’t know much about plants but he knew which ones you’d like. He was thinking of putting one on each bedside so whenever you’re lying in bed- which was a lot -you could look at some pretty flowers. They were a nice shade of purple and the stems were not too long, Bucky bought them and put them gently in his tote bag before heading over two stores to the grocery store you always shop at.

He was envyus of your clean eating, you’d eat what you want but you’d shop at fermer’s markets and organic stores. Bucky didn’t know it made a difference. He went to the frozen section and found chocolate covered strawberries. Bucky picked up a little pack of eight and headed to the front. There were also flowers there but they didn’t look nearly as nice. All he wanted was a very simple cute card with a blank inside, they were easy to find. It was cream coloured with a little sketch of a fuzzy, brown teddy bear holding a yellow balloon. All it said in dainty cursive at the top was: “look at you go!” Bucky knew this was perfect. Near the cards were little toys and stuffed animals. He found a bear that looked eerily similar to the one on the card but without the balloon.

As he walked into the Avenger’s tower the bag was full and he had enough time to spare to set things up. Bucky headed to the rooms and made the bed, he changed the sheets as well because he knew you liked them when they were crisp. The teddy sat right in the middle with the card next to it. Bucky had written a little note that covered the entire right side of the card. He got a bowl from the kitchen and filled it with ice, he also found that white wine you liked and stuck it on there with the strawberries just to keep them cool but not melted.

Bucky glanced at his watch and felt almost giddy as he realized it was time to head over to the conference room, he had to work on not giving it away when he’d first see you with his wide smile. The walk to the room was quick because of how fast Bucky was walking, he turned the corners sharp and almost jogged down the hall down the meeting rooms. He only stood there for about three seconds before the door slowly opened, Doc had opened the door and helped you out. Bucky’s smile turned into complete worry when you walked out holding a tissue to your nose, your eyes were red and puffy. Bucky also noticed that your fingernails were red and bleeding, that was one habit you were currently trying to break.

“What’s going on?” Bucky asked in quiet disbelief, his eyebrows almost touching.

Doc gave a curt nod, “we talked about a lot of things,” her answers were always so vague.

You sniffled and waited for Doc to leave down the hall, Bucky was still looking at you. His hands held your shoulders and gently massaged the answer out of you.

“It was a good cry, I needed that.” you sighed from exhaustion.

A little piece of Bucky’s heart broke, if you needed to have a good cry then you could have told him, he would’ve listened. Bucky started to go back and see where it went wrong, if he was too overbearing and if this whole afternoon he had planned was created at a very wrong time. He wanted to ask what he did wrong but what came out was different. “Well that’s good to hear, I know Doc is good at that- helping you out.” His words were true but something about the delivery made it seem uneasy.

“I just-” you looked to the ceiling and hoped to find the words you needed written there. “I like flushing it all out to her because I won’t see her for a week and I don’t need to keep up with what I’m feeling. I always cry to you but Doc is just really good at explaining how I feel, you’re there to validate it and make me feel soothed.” You held his left hand as you both walked down the hallway. “I feel lighter, like, I feel better.”

“That’s always good, sweetheart,” Bucky made sure you were putting weight on him because you didn’t bring your crutches but you really should have. “I have a little treat for you,” He turned to face you when you both stood at his door, Bucky kept his hand on the door handle. “I know it’s been a rough few weeks but I hope you know I love you all the same, and all I see is my strong, beautiful girlfriend.” Bucky saw your confused face, as he opened the door to reveal a dim lit room with flowers, wine and a teddy your eye welled up with tears again.

You gasped and put your hands on your chest, “for me?” your voice shook as you walked in, you peered into the ice bucket to see your favourite wine and some food as well as a card beside the ice bucket, under the teddy. Tears flowed down your face as the feeling of being overwhelmed washed over you, you could barely string a sentence together. A hand waved the gifts all away, “too much,” was all you could muster.

“No, baby,” Bucky smiled, he walked over and pulled you into a hug. “Nothing will ever be too much for you.”

He let you cry in his chest for a very long time, you both ended up sitting on the edge of the bed as he stroked all the way up your back. His hand would bunch up your hair as he went up to your neck. His lips were right at your ear, all he whispered were sweet nothings and a calming ‘shh’ once and a while. When you had a little composure Bucky reached for the card, as you read it your lips trembled even more. A hand stayed glued to your heart as your body warmed at loving words, you could barely read it with blurry vision from the tears but it still seemed crystal clear. Your finger traced over the signature: ‘love you to the moon and back, Bucky’. And you crumbled again, your forehead hit his chest as you cried away all the pent up emotion you thought you flushed out at your therapy session.

With all the crying you were so tired, Bucky had thrown on a movie you two could watch while enjoying your strawberries and wine. You only had two and half a cup before you were snoring on Bucky’s shoulder, he tried to nudge you a couple times but nothing worked at all. He watched the movie on his own and saved the last two strawberries for you in the morning. You didn’t even wake up at him getting up and leaving the room. When he came back he got you out of your day clothes and into something comfy.

*****

You woke up to the sun hitting your back, when your eyes opened they focused on the flowers and a smile graced your face. It was the first time in a long time since you smiled with your eyes, a little giggle even slipped out.

At that sound Bucky walked out of the bathroom, “well there she is,” he smiled wide.

“What does that mean?” you wiped the drool from the side of your mouth, “I had a nap, a really good one, too.” You seemed to be bragging.

“A nap? Baby, it’s eight.” Bucky raised his eyebrows.

“Ya, I fell asleep at about five so I had a three hour nap, no biggie.” You rolled on your back and stretched out, your gaze moved back to Bucky when you heard a giggle, “what?” you laughed back.

“Eight in the morning, the next day. Your three hour nap was actually a well deserved fifteen hour hibernation.” Bucky joined you on the bed.

“That’s why I feel so good,” you sighed, you looked over to Bucky and swatted his chest at his little smirk. “Don’t think like that.”

“I bet I can make you feel just as good-”

You cut him off with a kiss.

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bestiesenpai · 4 years ago

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Canidae pt2 - Getou Suguru

Oh oh oh, oh here we go, walkin’ talkin’ like you know, I want your pretty little psycho. Oh oh oh, oh here we go, baby strike a pose, I want your pretty little psycho! 14.5k words

part one

Content warningz: pseudo-incest, yandere shit, spanking w/ a belt, dubcon+noncon, (slight) breeding kink, choking, size difference, face fucking, drugging, vouyerism, face slapping, (slight) blood, biting, virginity stuff, (slight) pussy slapping, implied somnophilia, kind of mindbreak at the end? sorry it probably sucks tho

The first thing you notice when you wake up isn’t the heavy drooping of your eyelids as you fight the drugs off still lingering in your veins. It’s not the stark white ceiling contrasted with pastel pink walls, or the fact that you’re surrounded by plushies in a soft bed that’s not yours.

It’s the borderline too tight collar around your neck, a good sized bell attached to it that jingled softly when you moved. Skimming your fingers over it you can feel the metal heart attached to the front as well and with a heavy head, you turn to follow the pastel pink leash attached to the collar, wrapped around one of the posts of the bed frame.

You were too tired to try and unwind it, simply staring at it for what felt like ages as your vision went in and out of focus. Even with the white curtains drawn closed there was still afternoon sunlight peeking in and giving you plenty of light to notice another thing.

This wasn’t the house you ran away from. This wasn’t your childhood room, the shape and size were different. The once familiar sound of cars driving by on the road was no longer there, just the ear ringing silence around you.

It’s unclear how long you laid there, but as the drug wore off more and more, you were able to sit up and take in more of the room. Nothing about it was familiar to you; there was a tiny en suite, you’d never owned this many cute little plushies in your life, and even the desk and trinkets that were under one of the windows wasn’t the same one you’d had.

Looking down at your clothes, you were torn between feeling happy they’d changed you out of what you were wearing or sick that all of them probably saw you naked. You were wearing one of Suguru’s shirts, his scent easily wafting up and surrounding you. It came to just above your knees and the amount of fabric left you swimming and shapeless.

Twiddling your thumbs, all you could do was wait for someone to come home and enter the room. Going by the sunlight it was nearing six pm and you knew Kento never worked overtime.

As if one cue, the front door swung open and muffled voices could be heard, but you knew exactly who they belonged to. Satoru’s loud chatter couldn’t be mistaken, nor the way Suguru laughed. Kento’s low grumble followed, and the three fell silent.

Footsteps clambered up the stairs, no doubt Satoru’s eager feet running to you. There’s the slightest creak of hardwood right outside the door and some hushed whispers, and then the lock is undone and the door swings open.

“Oh good, you’re awake.” Suguru grins upon seeing you sitting up in bed, pulling the shirt down farther on your body to cover up your bare legs. They hadn’t put you in any undergarments, not that you were surprised by that fact.

You glared harshly at all three of them, your tail tucked away behind you. Still dressed in their business attire, they didn’t look like three foxes who would murder and kidnap. They looked respectable like any businessman should.

“Don’t give us that look, you’re where you belong.” Kento drawls, undoing his tie as he speaks. He’s tired, you can tell by the subtle bags under his eyes. Usually when he came over after work with Suguru, he’d silently cuddle up to you on the couch and lean his head on your shoulder, taking a nap as you played on your phone.

“N-no...no I’m not.” Tongue still feeling heavy from disuse, you slurred the words out. Satoru chuckled at you, hiding his laugh behind a few long fingers.

“You sound so cute, little sister! It makes me want to drug you again.”

“Ah, that’s right! Speaking of drugging, you need to apologize to Toru-nii.” Suguru pipes up, snapping his fingers like he’d just had an epiphany. “It wasn’t very nice that you drugged him, you know.”

“Don’t care.” Shaking your head, you turned away from them. Compliancy wasn’t something you were going to give easily, especially not so quickly. Humming softly, Satoru walked to the bed and sunk his knee down next to your leg, the mattress effortlessly dipping with his weight.

“Such a naughty kitty, aren’t you? Can’t even apologize to your big brother.” Hooking his finger through the front of the collar, Satoru yanked your head up and towards him. His fluffy white hair fell into his eyes, obscuring the deranged look he had. Forcing you to sit up a little straighter, he pushed a clawed finger into your mouth and pulled your cheek out.

“-top!” You tried to bite down on his finger but it was no use. Satoru shook your head, the wet gushy sound of your cheek slapping against your gums resonating in the room.

“Say you’re sorry and I will.” Letting go of the collar, he put two fingers into your mouth, skimming over your sharp teeth and pressing down on the back of your tongue. “Say ‘sorry Toru-nii’.” He mocked you in a high pitched voice. He knew you couldn’t speak properly and that just delighted him further.

Drool began to spill out of your mouth the more he played with you, pushing his fingers far enough to make you choke on them. Grabbing the tip of your tongue with his claws, he pulled it out of your mouth and leaned forward, spitting into your open mouth with practiced ease.

“You’ll apologize sooner or later.” Letting you go, Satoru stepped off the bed and to where he was previously standing, fingers glistening with your saliva.

“Are you hungry?” Suguru asked. His expression hadn’t changed during the whole exchange, just watching gleefully from the sidelines.

“No.” Your angry eyes flicked to Satoru for a moment before settling onto the floor.

“You will be.” Kento sighed. He’d fully shrugged his suit jacket off, both it and his tie in the crook of his elbow. “I’ll make dinner.” Leaving without another word, Satoru followed suit, leaving just you and Suguru.

Rocking back and forth on his heels, Suguru has the nerve to have an air of innocence around him. Twiddling his thumbs like an embarrassed high schooler about to confess, he bites his lip when he looks at you.

“I’m glad to have you back.” He says, just barely able to hide the bursting happiness in his chest. He doesn’t recoil at the glare you send him, his smile only gets bigger. “You’re so cute when you’re mad, you know.”

He takes a step forward, and your lip curls in anger.

Another step, and you scurry to the back of the bed, against the wall and plushies.

You’re fully hissing by the time his legs press against the bed. Fingers curled, you’re ready to swipe at him if he tries to grab you and you watch him closely as he takes a seat on the edge of the bed.

“You never used to hiss at me...did something happen while you were away?” Pouting at you, Suguru fiddles with the blanket. Even with his supposedly relaxed demeanor, you can see the way his arms are flexing beneath his clothes.

His arm slowly reaches out to you, just grazing the skin on your legs before you tuck them under yourself. Trying again to grab onto your leg, Suguru does startle a little when your hand comes down and you swipe your claws on the back of it.

“That’s not very nice.” His skin is pebbling red and there’s a few dots of blood on his skin. Shaking his head, Suguru stands up and rubs the back of his hand, giving you a disappointed look.

There’s a mumble of Kento-nii as Suguru turns on his heels and leaves the room, closing the door and locking it with a soft click. Still on edge from the encounter, you don’t uncoil yourself until you hear Satoru and Suguru downstairs and the clinking of dishes.

The sun is completely down when someone visits you again. Your stomach has started to growl, but it’s a dull ache that you can manage to ignore for now. Trying not to appear too eager at who it might be, you only look at who enters through the corner of your eye.

Kento walks in with his styled hair tousled, like he’d been running his fingers through it a few good times. It’s not often you see him in casual clothes, but now he’s in gray sweatpants and a fitted t-shirt.

You stay perfectly still as he flicks a lamp on and takes a seat on the bed. There’s something clenched in his fist and you can’t see what. The wide expanse of his back is intimidating, getting larger with every deep and even breath he takes.

“I saw you scratched Suguru.” Kento finally breaks the silence between you and finally uncurls his fist to reveal the brown leather belt in his hands. It looks like the one he had on just a couple hours ago.

“K-kento-”

“And you still haven’t apologized to Gojo. Are you going to take your punishment like a good girl, or do you still want to be difficult?” With a sidelong glance, he doesn’t give you much time to consider. Reaching over, he grabs the collar by the metal and tugs you onto your hands and knees to face him.

His eyes dip down to the front of the shirt that’s drooped considerably off your frame, exposing your breasts to him. Tearing his eyes away, Kento unhooks the leash and forces you to lay across his lap, ass perched up as your stomach digs into the tops of his thighs.

“Kento-nii…” You whine high in the back of your throat, fingers curling around the blanket in fearful anticipation of the pain about to come. Kento doesn’t say anything, wordlessly pushing up the shirt until it’s pooling on your mid-back.

“You have to count them or I’ll start over.” Smoothing his hands over your ass, he curls your tail around his fingers and runs it through them.

“No, please.” Trying to shuffle out of his lap only earns you a hard smack on the ass from his hand. “Ow!” Lurching forward, you nearly slide off him and onto the floor before he catches you by the hips and puts you back in place.

“You don’t get to say no to this.” Kento almost sounds angry, the usual apathetic tone in his voice slipping away. Wrapping the belt securely around his hands, Kento delivers the first smack swiftly, his other hand making sure to hold you in place.

“Ow!”

“What do you say?” There’s already tears brimming in your lashes and you’re struggling for the words, and Kento spanks you again. “Don’t test me, kitty.”

“One!” You shout, looking over your shoulder at him pathetically. “K-kento-nii, I-” He cuts you off with another spank, quirking his brow as he waits for you to speak. “T-two.”

“So you can follow directions.” There’s a barely there roll of his eyes and he does it again, giving you two smacks in a row.

“Three, four.” Dropping your head to the mattress, your voice warbles as you continue to count. There’s no method to how Kento spanks you, sometimes doing multiple in a row and spreading them out over your ass and the tops of your thighs.

“That makes twenty and we only had to start over twice.” Kento is pleased with the achievement and there’s a soft smile on his face as he watches you sob into the mattress. Letting go of you, he unwraps the belt from his hand and rubs his palm over your hot, stinging skin.

His hand squeezes the aggravated flesh, digging the tips of his claws into the growing welts in your skin. Pushing apart your shaking legs, Kento runs a finger through your slit, the tip of his claw grazing your opening making you clench around nothing.

“Maybe I could give you a reward for being such a good girl.” He’s speaking to himself at this point, you’re too distraught to listen or care. You just let your thighs be pushed to accommodate the size of his hand between them.

Finding your clit, Kento presses firmly on the bud, circling his finger around and gauging your reaction. He holds his breath to hear even the slightest moan or whine from you that’s not out of pain, and even though you don’t want to, you give it to him.

The lingering pain in your body has clouded your mind, confused you to what other feelings you should be having in this moment. The pleasure Kento is giving you, rubbing your clit quickly with two fingers, is a feeling you greedily drink up.

Arching your back, you turn your head to look at him. Kento catches your gaze, raising his other hand to cup your cheek and wipe your tears away with his thumb. Even though he’d just inflicted so much pain on you, the tenderness he showed now had you reeling.

“What a good little sister.” He coos as you cum with a few hiccuping moans. His fingers slow down as your body relaxes but he doesn’t fully withdraw his hand from your cunt. Swirling his fingers around and collecting your release, he brings them to his mouth and sucks them clean.

“Kento-nii.” Wiping your eyes childishly, you groan as he moves you off his lap and back onto the bed.

“Sshh, I’ll bring you dinner.” Giving you a kiss on the forehead, Kento grabs the discarded belt and leaves the room. Laying alone in the bed, you try to calm your racing heart and the hiccupped cry that just won’t seem to stop.

When Kento returns, he feeds you slowly. His cooking has never been one to disappoint and you gladly devour it, the warmth spreading in your belly pushing you to fully calm down. Rubbing his hand on your back, Kento calls you little sister freely and tells you about his day at the office. It’s almost like before, when he’d seat you on his lap while he was having a late night cup of tea and talk to you about how boring working was.

“Love you.” Kissing both your cheeks, Kento leaves almost thirty minutes after your plate is cleared. He’s rubbed lotion on your skin, not apologizing for his actions but helping you feel better about them.

There isn’t a clock on the wall but you can tell it’s late at night. You were engulfed in darkness now, Kento having turned the light off before he left. Crawling under the blankets, you’re tired after your punishment.

The sliding of the lock pricks the edges of your senses and you hold your breath. You already know who it is that’s coming to see you. Old habits die hard, especially when you make no move to break them.

“Sugu-nii.” You whine in protest, already shuffling over to make room for the large fox. Closing the door softly, he’s practically vibrating with happiness as he climbs into your bed.

“I heard you took your punishment well.” Wrapping his arm around your middle, Suguru forces you to turn over and face him. With the weight of his arm back around your waist, it’s like nothing has changed. It’s just like before when he’d crawl into your bed after a long night of studying and pass out.

“Yeah.” Too tired to truly put up a fight, you keep your eyes closed. You can find solace in the darkness behind your eyelids, not your older brother staring at you and grinning like a fool.

“Good girl.” Pulling you closer, you can feel his breath fanning against your lips before he kisses you. He’s never kissed you fully on the lips before and it has your eyes widening in shock.

“Sugu, wait-” Pushing against his cheek, you break the kiss for only a second before he’s pushing you to lay on your back. The pressure from the bed on your sore backside has you scrambling. “Ow, please not there.”

His face says it all, whatever plan he has in his head is working just like he wants. With a knowing grin, Suguru lays on his back and hauls you to lay on top of him. Pushing his hands under your shirt, he cups your ass softly, barely laying his hands on the still angry skin.

“Kiss me.” He whispers into the dark, easily finding your lips again. Kissing you softly, the swipe of his tongue against your bottom lip makes you purse your lips together tighter. Pinching right on a welt, Suguru shoves his tongue into your mouth when you yelp.

You can feel his sharp teeth grazing your lips and bumping into your own teeth as he pushes his tongue in, invading your mouth and claiming it for himself. His heart is beating hard underneath you, his tail lazily slapping against the bed.

His hands skim down your legs, parting them and wrapping them around his hips. In only a pair of loose sweats, you can clearly feel the bulge of his cock in them. It only takes one uncomfortable shift of your body to have him rocking up against you.

“Little sister…” He sighs against your mouth, pecking the corner. Planting a firmer grip on your hips, Suguru pushes his feet into the mattress and begins to hump you, soft pants falling from his mouth.

“Sugu-nii, stop.” You whine, balling your fists and gripping his clothes as he moves you. Dragging your sex against the front of his pants, the fabric brings rough friction on your clit, making you wet despite yourself.

Suguru ignores your little whimpers telling him to stop, they only spur him on if anything. Stopping for just a moment, he yanks his sweats down his thighs so you can hump against his underwear.

“Fuck-” Suguru nearly shouts the word. He can feel the heat from your cunt on his clothed cock, your lips molding around the shape of him without him having to do much. Throwing his head back into the pillow, Suguru sets a steady rhythm.

Dropping your head into the crook of his neck you squeeze your eyes closed, a shameful burn washing over you the same time pleasure shoots up your spine. You shouldn’t be enjoying this, he was your kidnapper, your adoptive brother, and yet here you were moving your hips in tandem with his.

“I love you.” Suguru says breathlessly, his voice tilting into a high whine at the end. “God, I love you so fucking much.” The bed is creaking loudly underneath him and you just know the other two can hear as well. “J-just wanna- I’m gonna breed you-”

“Sugu-nii, we can’t.” It wasn’t possible between you two, the difference in biology was too great. But Suguru didn’t care, as evident as him thrashing his head against the pillow.

“Yes! We- we can! I’m gonna breed you! My little...little sister.” One of his hands comes up to hold the back of your head against him, raking his nails against your scalp almost lovingly. “I love you so much I want you to have my- my-” He can’t even get the words out anymore.

But it’s not like you can really hear him over the sounds of your own whines, the bed creaking and his incessant panting. Your thighs are starting to burn the longer you go on, but chasing your high has made you delirious, pushing through it to get something nice out of this.

It only takes a few more drags of your clit against him to get you to cum, your balled up fists beating against his chest a little as you do. Suguru keeps going, a sobbing moan racking his chest as he hears you cum.

“So beautiful- m’little sister so perfect.” His words are slurred and his hips are moving overtime trying to prolong the moment. But he can’t stave off his orgasm any longer and it hits him like a train.

A few loud choking gasps fall from Suguru as his whole body tenses up and you feel the warm rush of cum shooting out of him and seeping into his underwear. He’s holding you so tightly it’s like he’s going to break every bone in your body.

When he finally calms down, you can hear him crying softly.

“Sugu-nii…” Pulling your head away, it’s shocking to see the display of emotion on his face. There’s a gentle stream of tears from both eyes, his lips quivering violently as he looks at you with so much adoration it makes your heart ache.

“I’m sorry, I just- I missed you so much.” Rubbing the back of your head now, Suguru sniffles childishly.

“Sugu-nii, don’t cry.” It’s unknown what possesses you to do this, but you lift a hand and wipe his tears away gently. For as long as you’ve known him, your brother has never cried in front of you. There had been times where you heard him crying after a particularly hard day at university or if he got physically injured, but you never saw it.

“Don’t cry, please, it’s okay.” Whispering into the dark, you kiss the corner of his lip and then his damp cheek. He chuckles through his crying, catching the hand still wiping his face.

“I should be doing that to you, not the other way around.” Lacing your fingers together, Suguru kisses your hand. Taking a few deep breaths, he slowly pushes you off of him and sits up. “I’ll go get cleaned up.”

Silently, you watch him leave the room. The sheets are hot from the friction your bodies had created and you’re suddenly aware of the light layer of sweat sticking to your skin. The distant sound of a faucet running can be heard as you fix the pillows and blankets.

Suguru comes back a few minutes later, tears dry and in a new pair of underwear. Immediately cuddling up to you as he lays back down, he sighs contently and rests his hand right above the curve of your ass, playing with your tail between his fingers.

“I love you so much, (Y/N).” He whispers into your ear, giving a kiss at the base of it. You can’t find the words to say back to him, you’re not sure what would happen if you said them and you’re pretty sure you wouldn’t mean them if you did, so instead you push your head into his chest and hum.

“Goodnight, Sugu-nii.”

“Goodnight my love.”

When you wake up in the morning, you’re alone. There’s not a sound in the house, not even the creak of floorboards downstairs to alert you to someone else's presence. Your collar is still on as tight as ever, the leash hooked onto it and wrapped around the bed post again.

Sitting up on your elbows, there’s a note on the bedside table waiting for you. It’s folded up so neatly you can tell Kento left it.

‘Gojo will be by at lunch. Be good.’

His handwriting is crisp and neat, the last two words punctuated with a bold underline. There’s a threat behind those words, one that your body still remembers from the other day. Folding the note back up you put it where it was left and hobble to your feet.

First trying the door, it’s unsurprising that it’s locked. Jiggling it a few times does nothing but rumble the frame. Quickly giving up, you set your sights on the rest of the room. The desk is a brand new pristine white, the chair a plush pink little number should you ever choose to sit on it.

There’s a few knick knacks from your old room, things you recognize surrounded by a sea of unfamiliarity. The drawers of the desk are empty, not even a single pencil left for you to play with.

Trying the windows next, they’re locked just as tightly as the door is. Looking down at the backyard, it’s pretty spacious with fresh cut grass and some lawn furniture spread out. The second window sees out to the quiet suburban street below where not a single person is walking by.

This isn’t just not the house you grew up in, the whole neighborhood is foreign to you. The street signs you can see aren’t registering in your head, no location is coming to mind when you read them. Suguru said he was taking you home, but where exactly is that?

Left with little choice, you pace back and forth in the room. There’s nothing here to really entertain you, just an obscene amount of plushies and some frilly clothes in the wardrobe.

“(Y/N), I’m here!” Satoru shouts as he opens the door. He always loved announcing his presence to you because he’d trained you to come running and hug him tightly whenever he came over to the house.

You still felt that urge today, walking closer to the door in anticipation before catching yourself and lightly slapping your cheeks. It was embarrassing that they’d managed to instill such behavior in you so well that it pervades your mind even now.

Waiting by the window, your skin tingles with goosebumps when Satoru opens the door. Dressed in what he called ‘boring business attire’ Satoru sauntered in and swiftly closed the door.

“How is my little sister today?” He cooed at you like you were a baby, wiggling his fingers cutely. His eyes flick to your collar, absent of it’s leash, but he doesn’t say anything.

“Fine.” Shuffling awkwardly on your feet, you don’t know what to say. Usually you’d be hugging him right now, asking how his day at the office was and if he wanted to play a video game with you before dinner.

“Are you hungry?”

“Yes.” Answering him quietly, you expect him to leave the room to go get food, or maybe take you with him to the kitchen. But Satoru is just standing there with his fluffy white tail swinging back and forth, his sunglasses perched atop his head. “What?”

“Don’t you have something to say to me?” He asks, raising a brow and waiting for you.

“What-” You’d almost forgotten about drugging him, but as you take a step back and your ass grazes the wall, you’re suddenly reminded. Satoru grins when your eyes raise a fraction and he waits smugly.

“Go on, say it.” He’s got an easy smile on his face, yet the way his body is tensed up is giving another signal.

“I…” Swallowing thickly, the longer you looked at Satoru the more you were reminded of the things he said at the club and how nonchalant he was about describing your parents murder. Biting your lip, you shook your head and his tail drooped.

“Hm, you won’t?” Tilting his head with a hum, Satoru looked you up and down. “I’ll give you another chance, kitty. Apologize to me or I might just have to take what I want.”

“No.” Shaking your head again sealed your fate.

“You really are something.” Backing you fully up against the wall, Satoru pushed his chest against you and smacked his hand down on the wall next to your head. A thick silence settles between you as your breath mingles. The goosebumps on your flesh prick harder now out of fear and your hands come up in front of you to try and keep some semblance of personal space.

“Toru-nii!” You gasp as his other hand comes up to rest heavily at the base of your throat, pushing the collar up so his fingers can wrap around your neck. Satoru chuckles darkly, his sharp teeth poking out from behind his lips.

“You always did sound cute when you were afraid.” Satoru loved to make you watch scary movies with him just to hear you whine and complain in his lap. His hand squeezes your throat lightly, just enough pressure to make you squirm uncomfortably.

Shoving his knee between your legs, Satoru presses his thigh firmly against your sex. Taking off his glasses and tossing them onto the desk, he leans down and kisses you, immediately sinking his teeth into your lower lip.

“Toru-nii, that hurts.” You manage to pull your mouth away from him just long enough to feel the metallic tang of blood on the tip of your tongue. Grunting in reply, Satoru forces your mouth on his again, lapping at your irritated lip before pushing past it and tangling his tongue with yours.

Overtaking your senses, you struggle to keep upright. Between the jerky movements of his thigh between your legs and the sheer volume of his upper body leaning over you, it’s too much to take in. Pushing against his chest to try and create distance between you doesn’t work, and Satoru smacks your hands away.

“You’re gonna make it up to me, little sister.” Satoru’s tone of voice scares you, makes your ears stand on end from how low it is. His eyes are clouded over with lust and something else just beneath the surface, something that makes your knees lock up.

“What’re you-” Stumbling forward as he moves back, Satoru stops you from falling by catching you by the collar.

“Since you won’t apologize with words there’s something else you can do.” Flashing you a sadistic grin, Satoru all but tosses you onto the floor and leaves you there. Taking a seat on the bed with his legs stretched out onto the floor, he leans back on his hands and looks at you.

He’s looking at you expectantly with a bulge in his pants that’s impossible to miss or ignore. Flicking his chin down towards it, he has to bite his lip to stop himself from smiling even bigger when you fumble to stand on your knees.

“C’mere little kitty, I know you know what I want.” Satoru hooks his finger at you, beckoning you closer. There’s no amount of pitiful looks or desperate little whimpers you can give him that will change the situation you’re in, and making him wait too long would only end badly.

Biting your tongue, you crawl to him and sit between his open legs. Resting your hands on his thighs, you rub up and down to try and soothe the nervousness in you.

“I’ve never...done this before, Toru-nii.” It truly was your first time, Suguru had made sure of it. He stopped any potential romances you ever could have had, even ones where you didn’t see any romantic potential yourself.

“Don’t worry, I’m a great teacher.” Taking one of your hands off his leg and onto the front of his pants, Satoru doesn’t need to tell you to undo them. Shimmying his pants down his thighs, Satoru lets his cock free as well.

As soon as it’s out, it slaps against his stomach. Already dripping precum, the length makes you swallow thickly. There’s a trim patch of white hair at the top of his pubic bone and his cock is the same color as the rest of him, only the tip is a nice rouge.

“Go ahead little sister, take a lick.” Satoru grabs your jaw, already impatient and rushing you to put your mouth to use.

“Okay, okay.” You can’t shrink out of his hold, his claws dig into your skin too much. Bracing yourself on his thighs, you let your tongue loll out of your mouth and flick the tip of his cock.

There’s an immediate reaction to your action: Satoru twitches and his cock jumps, bouncing against your lip as his stomach contracts. It feels kind of good to know that such a small thing made him react that way, and it bolsters you with enough confidence to do it again.

“Now open your mouth a little more and suck on the tip.” Letting go of your jaw, he leans back to watch you work. Nodding, you do as you’re told and open your mouth. Taking the tip of his cock past your lips, you know enough to keep your teeth away.

Hollowing your cheeks, you keep your eyes locked on Satoru’s face to see his reaction as you suck. Your tongue rests against the tip, the unfamiliar taste of his precum coating the slimy muscle and making drool pool in your mouth.

“Take a little more in baby, it won’t hurt you.” He says it so gently, rubbing a hand at the base of your ears, that it almost feels like you two are dating. With an encouraging hum, Satoru helps you go down on him, putting a little more in your mouth until his length fills you and you have to stop him from hitting your throat.

“Shit, is that all you can take?” Satoru grunts and it’s unclear whether he’s happy about it or not. You don’t even have half his cock in your mouth yet and you already have to stop, reminding yourself to swallow so you don’t soak him completely in saliva.

Sitting up a little, Satoru quickly grabs something from his back pocket with his free hand: his phone. Pushing you down as you try to remove your mouth from him, you can’t stop him from taking a few pictures of you in the compromising position.

“Toru-nii, don’t!” He finally lets you up after a bit of struggling and you immediately try to take his phone away. “D-don’t take pictures of me!”

“But I want to save the memories.” He whines like a child, taking a few more and then tossing the device onto the bed.

“Delete them!” Reaching for the phone, you barely get a few centimeters towards it and Satoru is grabbing both your hands and pinning them to the mattress.

“Do what I tell you and maybe I will.” He squeezes your hands in a crushing hold for a few seconds before letting them go. Your fingers throb painfully but you have no time to soothe them; Satoru is already dragging you back to his cock.

You give him a lasting look before putting your mouth back on him, sucking the length of his cock you can fit comfortably in your mouth. Resting your hands at the base of his cock, you were content with the pace you set.

But Satoru wasn’t. He quickly grew bored of only seeing you take half of his cock. Grabbing his phone in one hand, he angled it down to your face as he put the other hand behind your head.

“C’mon little sis, you can do better than that, can’t you?” He asks softly, starting to push your head further down, the tip of his cock hitting your throat and trying to push past it. You start choking immediately, nostrils flaring as you try to pull away and breathe properly.

Satoru keeps a firm grip on your head however, only letting you get a few inches of reprieve before he pushes down again. Unused to the sensation you’re already feeling lightheaded, barely remembering to breathe through your nose.

“Be a good girl for me.” Satoru huffs, forcing you up and down his cock much faster than before. Unhinging your jaw doesn’t let much air flow into your mouth, if anything it only makes him go faster.

Tears blur your vision and drip down your face in messy lines, snot beginning to materialize at your nose. Satoru doesn’t take notice of the way your claws are digging into his skin, either that or he just doesn’t care. He especially doesn’t care after he forces his cock as far as it’ll go and you start to beat on his thighs.

“Fuck-” Drawing out the word, Satoru nearly drops his phone from the ripple of pleasure going up his spine. The click of your throat against the tip of his cock is enough to make him think he’ll cum early. “Kitty, you won’t mind if I…”

He doesn’t finish the sentence, only leans over and props his phone on the nightstand. The blurry outline of you and him shines on the screen, and you'd knock the phone down if you weren’t struggling to focus on breathing. With both hands free, Satoru holds your head with both hands and sits up properly, back slightly bowing so he can look down on you.

The first thrust up into your mouth takes you by bitter surprise and your stomach lurches in turn, the fear of potentially vomiting on Satoru coming to the forefront of your mind. The second thrust, you still aren’t prepared for and just barely keep yourself from clamping your teeth down onto his cock.

By the third thrust you’ve learned to give up what little control you’re trying to salvage. Letting your mouth hang open, you can’t care anymore about soaking the front of Satoru’s pants in your spit. All you can think about is breathing, no matter how hard that might be.

“Fuck, what a- a good girl you are.” Satoru can barely breathe himself, but for a different reason. His stomach is tight, all the muscles in his body are tensed painfully as he fucks your mouth. This is something he’s been dreaming about ever since he met you, ever since you sat on his lap for the first time and told him how much you loved big brother Toru-nii.

The strain in your neck is nearly as bad as your jaw as Satoru uses you for his own gain. Your fingers are cramping as they continue to dig into his thighs, the smooth expanse of skin threatening to break from how hard you're gripping him.

“Shit-” Cursing angrily, Satoru holds you down on his cock. There’s no warning from him as he shoots cum down your throat, only slight thrusts up as he does it. You have no choice but to swallow it all, the motions of your throat making Satoru grind into you a bit more.

As soon as Satoru lets you go, you’re collapsing onto the ground and gasping for air. Throat fucked completely raw, you can’t even make a sound as you sob and try to wipe away the snot that’s dripped down your face.

“Made me cum so quick, are you sure this is your first time?” Satoru jokes, tucking himself back into his pants and standing up. Looking down at your crying form, Satoru doesn’t have a lick of remorse on his face.

“T-tor-” Trying to speak is far too painful and Satoru grins at your inability to do it. Scooping you up under the armpits, he pulls you onto the bed with a pleased hum.

“This wouldn’t have happened if you just said sorry.”

“M’sorry.” It’s too late now, far too late, but you still say it and Satoru still grins at you.

“I know you are.” Kissing you on the forehead, he stands up and walks to the door. “See you after work, little sis.” Waving goodbye over his shoulder, Satoru leaves the room. Too upset to care about the rumble in your empty stomach, you turn to face the wall and sleep off what just happened.

You don’t wake until there’s a tugging on your collar. Opening up puffy, bloodshot eyes, they follow the line of the leash up to who’s holding it.

“Sugu-nii?” Letting yourself get pulled up and out of bed, the light of the hallway burns your eyes when you enter it.

“It’s time for dinner.” He hums, playing with the leash between his fingers. “Since you were so good for Toru-nii, I thought it’d be a nice reward for you to eat with all of us.” Taking a pause, Suguru looks at you over his shoulder. “Wouldn’t that be nice, (Y/N)?”

“Yes.” Your voice is still a little rough and your hand flies up to rub at your throat. Suguru doesn’t say anything, only chuckles under his breath. Leading you down the stairs, he keeps a tight hold on the leash as you go from the bottom step to the dining table.

Kento and Satoru are already there, Satoru waiting at the set table while Kento does a few finishing touches on dinner in a plain black apron. There are only three chairs at the table, and Satoru doesn’t offer to have you sit on his lap.

“Where do I…” You trail off, looking at everyone in the room as they avoid your curious gaze.

“You’ll sit on the floor until you prove you’re a good girl.” Kento is the one to answer your question as he sets the last of the food on the table.

“But-”

“Don’t argue. Only good little girls get to sit at the table, and you’ve yet to prove you can be good.” His voice is firm, dripping with authority that you wouldn’t have dreamed of challenging before.

“Kento-nii, I-”

The rebuttal you had was snatched away by the sharp yank of the leash, cutting your air off as Suguru pulled high up by his head.

“Little kitty, listen to your big brother please.” He sang the words but the way Suguru was looking at you and choking you with the collar told his true nature. Loosening his hold once he was sure you wouldn’t speak again, Suguru led you to a corner of the wall by the table where a cushion was waiting for you.

They were at least nice enough to give you a plate and utensils instead of making you eat out of a dog bowl like Satoru jokingly suggested. None of them addressed you as the meal progressed, not sparing you a single glance or second thought.

Your plate was cleared long before theirs and although you wanted to get up and put your plate away, maybe attempt to either go back to your room or slide into the conversation, you sat completely still on the cushion, fiddling with the edges of it and simply waiting.

“(Y/N).” Kento snapped his fingers, catching your attention as he stood up. “Help me with the dishes.” Standing up slowly, you gathered the empty plates Kento put into your hands and walked to the sink.

You only stood alone at the sink for a few minutes, filling the sink with hot water over the dishes and gathering soap on the sponge, before Kento came and slinked in behind you. Putting his arms around you, he slid his fingers through yours and held them tightly under the water.

“Missed you.” He whispered in your ear, laying his cheek atop your head and nuzzling into you. His whole body wrapped around you, his chest greatly expanding with air as he inhaled your scent and rocked you slightly. “Everything will go back to normal soon, promise.” You weren’t sure if he was saying that for you or for him, but you didn’t get the chance to answer.

“Aw, look at you being all soft.” Satoru giggled behind you, going up to the fridge and grabbing two beers.

“Fuck off.” Kento growled, whipping his head around to glare at the intruder. Slinking away with a vicious giggle, Satoru could be heard talking to Suguru about what he just saw. Heaving an annoyed sigh, Kento unwound one hand from yours and started to clean the dishes.

Working quietly together, Kento kept himself pressed against you the entire time. He didn’t speak much, occasionally giving you a kiss on the head or taking a dirty pan from you to leave it to soak. When the sink was clear and your fingers were properly wrinkled, he stepped back and grabbed the leash you’d managed to forget about.

Following him out of the kitchen, you glanced at Satoru and Suguru sitting together on the couch playing some game you could never quite get the hang of no matter how many times they tried to teach you.

“Oh, time for a bath already.” Suguru glanced at the two of you and tossed his controller onto the couch. Standing up and cracking a few bones, Suguru took the leash from Kento and led you up the stairs.

Ever since Suguru’s interest in you turned more obsessive, bathing yourself became something you grew to detest. He would often find some way to barge in while you were taking a shower, trying to sneak peeks at your naked body all lathered up and sometimes trying to join you. Even after locking the door, he still found ways to pick it when he could and leer at you through the crack in the door, and you were pretty sure he installed a few hidden cameras as well. And during the times he didn’t actively snoop on you, he would be waiting in your room for you to come in clad in only a towel.

This time was no different. There was already a clean towel waiting for you in the bathroom, and your favorite products all lined up on the counter that Suguru was leaning on. Unclipping the leash, he was gentle in undoing the collar.

“Would you rather take a bath or a shower?” He whispered, already grabbing the hem of your shirt and pulling it off.

“Bath.” Folding your arms over your chest did little to truly preserve your modesty, but it was better than nothing. Nodding, Suguru turned the tap on and the roar of the water filled the air. For a brief moment, you hoped he would just be content with sitting on the closed toilet lid and watching you, but you should have known better.

As the tub was filling up, Suguru began to take his clothes off as well, leaving them in a pile on the floor. Steam clouded in the air, making the fur of your tail and ears damp and clump together.

“I got you something from that store you really like.” Suguru digs into the medicine cabinet for a moment, pulling out a deep purple bath bomb with specks of gold glitter. He grins widely at you before dropping it into the tub where it sinks to the bottom with a ‘thunk’.

When the bath is full enough and the powder halfway dissolved, Suguru nudges you gently into the tub. You’ve tried to stay out of his line of sight as the water poured into the tub, but now you were on full display as you climbed in and he followed suit.

Holding your breath, Suguru climbs in after you. His fluffy tail immediately soaked up the water, the fur getting weighed down and heavy. Pulling you flush against his open legs, you can feel his soft cock resting on your lower back.

“Isn’t this nice?” Suguru whispers, the only sound to offset the silence is the occasional drip from the faucet. Swishing the purple water between his fingers, Suguru wraps an arm just under your breasts.

The gold glitter sticks to your fingers when you move them through the water and bring them up to the surface. The scent of the bath bomb is nice enough, truly one of your favorites, but it didn’t bring you any peace like it usually did.

You couldn’t relax and Suguru could tell. You refused to lean your back onto his chest, and whenever he tried to intertwine your fingers together you slipped out of his grasp. Leaning your head away from him, the water just barely brushed your collarbones.

“You’re awfully quiet, little sister. Something on your mind?” Running a wet hand down your back, Suguru lets his claws graze your skin and leave goosebumps.

“No.” The word slips from your mouth and for a moment you’re not sure he heard you because there’s no immediate response. But Suguru is always listening to you and he definitely heard you.

“Hm, then why don’t you try and relax?” The arm under your breasts tightens and Suguru yanks you effortlessly back onto him. Pushing your head to lay on his chest, Suguru peers over your shoulder down the expanse of your naked body.

“Stop.” Scrambling to clench your legs closed and cover yourself, the heat from the water only adds to the burn in your cheeks.

“Shouldn’t I get to see how my little sister grew up? You’ve become quite beautiful, you know.” His other hand rests on your knee, fingers splaying out and, if he really tried, he could wrap almost your entire leg in his hand. “But, you’ve always been beautiful, ever since we met.”

Giving you a kiss on the side of your head, Suguru wrenches your legs apart with one swift motion. You barely have time to make a sound let alone react, and Suguru is already shoving his hand between your legs by the time you do.

“Sugu-nii!” Clutching his wrist, you try in vain to yank him away from cupping your sex with his hand. “Don’t- don’t touch me there!” Digging your claws into his arm, you let out a low whine.

“Don’t be so shy, I need to check down there. You were gone for so long, who knows what you were up to.” Laughing softly at your discomfort, Suguru slips two fingers into your slit, the warm water helping his fingers glide along your cunt.

“I’m still a virgin if that’s what you’re worried about.” Craning your head up to the ceiling, you can’t stand to look at his hand moving between your tightly clenched thighs.

“Mmm I still think I should check.” Keeping you untouched was one of Suguru’s life missions. He was distraught when you told him you’d had your first kiss, utterly shattered when you mentioned potentially having a crush on the person. After that singular moment, he vowed to ruin any potential romance and to stop you from ever having sex with someone he didn’t approve of.

Swirling his fingers around your clit, Suguru chuckled as he made your legs twitch. He knew the motion was purely automatic, but he still took it for all it was worth. Pressing more firmly against it, his other hand snaked up to wrap around one of your breasts.

A soft sigh escaped your lips and you clenched them tightly together. Suguru heard it, how could he not? It was all he needed to keep going, not that he would have stopped even if you asked.

“Pretty little girl you are.” He hummed, tweaking your nipple gently in his fingers. Prodding your entrance with one finger, he quickly retracts it when you let out a pained whine. “Just checking, just checking.”

“I wasn’t lying.” You huff, once again trying to squirm out of his hold.

“And for that you deserve a reward, don’t you think?” His fingers are already rubbing your clit under the water, sloshing and splashing some of it onto the ground. Keeping his lips firmly pressed against your head, Suguru groans deeply in his chest.

“Sugu-nii...please…” Screwing your eyes closed, you’re not sure what you’re asking for. For him to stop? For him to keep going? Based on the way your hips are grinding against him, you can easily find the answer.

Suguru’s ministrations are deft, like he’s done this countless times before. And perhaps he has on other women, and that thought bitterly crosses your mind for a moment, but it’s dashed out just as quickly when he pinches your clit.

“Moan my name when you cum.” His breathing is ragged, almost as if Suguru is going to cum as well. Nodding drunkenly, only a supply of soft moans fall from your mouth. The hands that were gripping his arm have fallen slack and to the wayside, one of them gripping the side of the tub.

Turning your head to bury your face into his neck, you inadvertently press open mouthed kisses onto him as you pant and moan. Your sharp teeth graze Suguru’s neck every so often and he leans into the touch, fingers working overtime on your clit.

“Su-Sugu-nii!” Pushing your face into him, you cum with a short, high pitched cry of his name. With a long groan, Suguru works you through your orgasm and presses kisses to your head.

“Good girl.” He sighs when you finally come down, relaxed and pliant in his hold now. Slowly withdrawing his hand from your cunt, Suguru leans back against the tub contently. Laying in silence for a moment, you try and push the shame away that’s creeping up from the base of your spine.

Silently, you lean forward to grab the other products still waiting untouched on the counter. Opening the body wash he’d set out, you take the cloth he’d left as well, intent on scrubbing yourself raw and cleaning away the moment you just had.

Freshly bathed, moisturized and dressed in a new oversized shirt you didn’t own an hour later, the weight of the collar put back around your neck was starting to become familiar. Back in your room, you and Suguru laid together, the soft sound of evening rain helping you fall asleep.

Waking up to the sound of a blaring smoke alarm, the previous relaxing night was ripped away from you. Bolting upright and stumbling out of bed in a dazed panic, you try the bedroom door. It’s still locked, not budging as you attempt to force it open.

“Hello?!” You scream, anxiety rising the longer the alarm goes off.

“It’s okay!” Satoru calls back to you, voice muffled and distant. He’s clearly downstairs, hopefully dealing with whatever set the alarm off. “Just cooking!” As soon as he says that, you immediately relax.

Satoru wasn’t known for being a good cook, or even a very decent one. Whenever he tried, he always ended up burning something or making the food taste horrible. Letting go of the doorknob, you were right in assuming he hadn’t changed; the smell of something burnt wafted through the vents and up to your room.

Ten minutes later, Satoru unlocked and flung open the door with excitement brimming on his face.

“I made breakfast, come on down.” Quickly clipping the leash to the collar, he practically drug you down the stairs in his eagerness for you to eat his food. Whatever was waiting for you on the dining table looked less than appetizing, your stomach churned just looking at it.

Taking a seat, Satoru wound the leash around his fingers, drawing you closer and closer until you were sitting sideways on his lap. Resting a hand high up on your thigh, Satoru pulled the plate closer.

“Doesn’t it look good?” He asked, a childish giggle behind his words.

“Sure.” You fought to keep your face neutral, but it was hard when you took the first bite and wanted to spit it out right away. Knowing Satoru though, he wouldn’t let you cook anything for yourself, wanting you to eat what he made you with a big smile.

“Do you like it?”

“Sure.” Nodding through clenched teeth, you quickly changed the subject. “Toru-nii, why aren’t you at work?”

“Took the day off. Wanted to get reacquainted with my little sister.” Squeezing your thigh with a big grin, Satoru grabbed your utensil from your hand. “And maybe later we can go to the corner store and get ice cream!”

Even though you knew you’d have to jump through some hoops before going outside, just the mere mention of leaving this house making your stomach erupt in butterflies. You ate Satoru’s bad cooking with vigor, offering to wash the dishes as soon as you were done.

Retiring to the couch, Satoru laid a blanket over the two of you as he flicked through the TV channels. Just as Satoru picked some random shitty movie to play in the background while he got down to the true fun, the mailman came.

“One sec.” Shifting you off his lap, Satoru dragged his feet grabbing the mail. There were quite a few envelopes in his hand when he returned, and a few of them you recognized from the insurance company your parents used and signed you up for.

“What’s this?” Forcing your way to his side once again, you read over the first letter. It was from your parents life insurance, stating that you were the sole inheritor of all the money in the policy.

“Looks like you got a pretty penny, baby.” Satoru grinned as he read over the next letter, one from the bank stating that all the money from your parents accounts would be transferred to you. There was also one from their will, naming you the only one that gets money from the meager stocks they’d invested in.

“Did- did you all set this up?” Remembering what Satoru had said about Kento setting up a trust fund for you, your stomach twisted into knots.

“Oh yeah, Kento is pretty smart when it comes to forging signatures and insurance documents.” Flicking the open letters onto the coffee table, Satoru opened a thick envelope, and the words at the top made your heart stop.

“Why uh, why is this letter talking about a house fire? What is this payout?” Snatching the letter from Satoru, you didn’t blink as you read over it. “Why is my address on here? Why are they talking about a fire at my address?”

You knew the answer, it wasn’t that hard to figure out. It was spelled out clear as day on the paper, that the house you’d been adopted into and grown up in had been set ablaze in some random arson attack and that you and Suguru were going to get a very large sum of money for the damages to the now unlivable abode.

You knew the answer, yet you still needed Satoru to say it aloud, confirm what you already knew.

“There might have been a little accident at your old house after you left.” Gingerly taking the letter from you, Satoru read it over himself. “If it makes you feel any better, we didn’t just set fire to your house. We did the whole street ya know, to make it more believable.”

It made sense why you were in a new home in a new neighborhood you’d never been in. He didn’t want you to be familiar with the area or try and contact the neighbors. You didn’t know where you were, all you knew was the house you were currently in.

“Now let’s watch a movie! Kento likes to handle all the file organization!” Hooking his arm around your shoulder, Satoru pulled you to his side. Your body was stiff and unyielding, frozen in shock and mind still reeling.

“T-toru-nii.” Forcing your voice to work, you stared at the opening credits. “Can we go to the store now? I’m in the mood for some- for some uhm, snacks.”

“Yeah, why not. We can have a little movie marathon.” Pausing the TV, Satoru stretched and groaned. “Go ahead and get changed in your room, I’ll wait down here.”

“Okay.” Keeping your legs as steady as possible, you went up to your bedroom. Shaking fingers picked out the least offensive clothing they left for you, a simple pair of leggings and a plain shirt and hoodie that weren’t previously owned by a very large fox.

Walking hand in hand down the street with Satoru, you tried to keep the collar around your neck hidden. He’d been gracious enough to take the leash off, stuffing it in his back pocket as a warning before exiting the house.

Being outside and breathing in the crisp air helped clear your head a little. There was only so much you could do to calm yourself in this situation, and having the wind go by and make your ears twitch was one of them.

It was a short walk to the store in question, and Satoru stayed close by you the entire time you were there. His figure lingered around you, trailing you through the aisles and sometimes keeping a few fingers hooked in your hood just in case.

Standing outside the store, Satoru had a sly grin on his face as he looked at the bag of treats in his hand. He had been unusually quiet upon leaving, and that almost always meant he was up to something.

“Hey, stay out here for a little bit, I need to go back in and get something for Suguru.” The bait was right in your face. Satoru held a lingering gaze with you out of the corner of his eye as he went back into the store. He was practically telling you to make a run for it now. To try and escape him, even though there truly was no hope of outrunning him.

It was painfully obvious what was going to happen, or at least what Satoru wanted to happen. He liked to play chase with you, running after you at the park on warm sunny days, or with snowballs in hand during winter. He always said it was just instinct to want to chase pretty little things like you.

Even though you knew you shouldn’t, you took one look at the closed doors of the store and ran for it. As you rounded the corner, you swore that the sound of Satoru’s laughter reached your ears. You willingly stepped into his trap, the most obvious one he’s ever set.

But the smidgen of hope you had of hiding from him and getting away again outweighed how stupid you felt for giving into his desires. Running through empty suburban streets close to noon, you felt like you were in a different world. None of the streets looked like ways out to a main road, and as you kept running, it felt like you were going in circles.

“Gotcha.” Satoru announced as he appeared around a corner, a crazed look in his eyes. His fur was standing on end, electrified from the adrenaline of chasing you. Grabbing your wrist as you tried to sidestep him, Satoru laughed and hugged you to his chest. “I knew you would run, I just fucking knew it.”

You had nothing to say, hanging your head limply in his hold. Satoru rocked you side to side, his racing heart struggling to calm down.

“I was kind of hoping you wouldn’t do it, that you’d be a little smarter than this and know to stay in your place. But at the end of the day, you’re just a dumb little house cat.” Releasing you, Satoru grabbed your hand tightly. “Now we can really have some fun.”

The fun Satoru mentioned didn’t come when you got back home. Stepping back through the threshold, you were ushered back into your room with a few of the snacks and left to your own devices. Satoru had made a phone call after locking the door, the exhilaration in his voice making him breathless as he walked away and babbled to whoever on the other line.

You weren’t visited for a whole day. No one came to knock on your door to feed you, there weren’t any late night visits from Suguru. It was as if they’d forgotten about you, walking past the locked door with no regard to who lay on the other side.

A full three days of isolation passed before Suguru opened the door. It was the weekend and they’d all been home all day, you could hear them moving around downstairs and Satoru certainly seemed excited about something.

Ravenously hungry, you ate the small meal he brought you immediately. Too focused on eating, you didn’t care about the slightly strange taste or the way Suguru watched you intently to make sure you ate every last drop.

“You need to change.” His eyes flitted over the clothes you still had on from your last outing. A displeased frown graced Sugurus face, and he walked over to the wardrobe and pulled open a few drawers.

You hadn’t really taken a look inside too closely at what they’d left for you. Only briefly digging around to change, there wasn’t a real need to switch up your outfits seeing as you didn’t leave the room.

“Put this on.” Turning to you, Suguru held up a pretty pink lacy bra and panties set.

“Why?” Swallowing thickly, you took the garments that were thrust into your hands.

“You’ll see. Just get changed and come out when you’re ready. You can put my shirt on over it.” Suguru spoke quickly and left the room, leaning on the door as soon as it was closed. Thumbing over the fabric, thoughts jumped in and out of your head at what he could possibly need from you in this outfit.

But something else was taking shape in your mind, a slow drip that wouldn’t leave. The tips of your fingers were tingling and your tongue started to feel heavy. Just standing up to disrobe had you lightheaded, skimming your fingers across your naked skin had you clenching your thighs together.

“Sugu-nii, open up.” You called to him, a concerned whine at the end of your voice. You’d changed just like he’d asked, and you were happy you had because you were starting to get sweaty.

“Let’s go.” He quickly undid the collar on your neck and led you down the stairs, making sure you didn’t trip on your increasingly shaky legs. Coming to the lounge room, you were greeted by Satoru and Kento, and an unknown older third man was leaning against the wall, a long skinny black tail dangling behind him.

“What a cutie.” The man chuckled, looking you over with sharp golden eyes. Planting you in the middle of the room, Suguru left you to stand on your own. Your own eyes looked back at the man, taking in the curved black ears atop his head and his wide chest.

Standing still was proving to be a struggle for you. Whatever was happening had made you delirious, all the blood seemed to be rushing straight between your legs. Just being stared at was enough to make heat burn your cheeks in an embarrassing way.

“So you said I could do anything?” Looking past you and to your brother, the man grins wide when Suguru nods his head. Stalking closer to you, you can see the scar on the edge of his lip and the very large canine teeth inside his mouth.

Speaking was also a struggle, evident in the way you couldn’t properly get any words out, only a few nondescript sounds trickled out. Shuffling back as the man got closer, you were completely enveloped in him when he opened his arms wide, taking up all the space in your vision.

“Hey little kitty-cat.” Putting a large hand on your head, he rubs your head gruffly. The sensation makes your knees buckle, tingling pleasure from his touch spreading across your upper body. “Name’s Toji.”

“He-hello.” Forcing the word out, now that he’s so close you can finally discern what animal he was, a smooth black panther. You hadn’t seen them a lot, only catching a few glances of a couple hybrids when you were at the hostess bar and they always seemed so elusive.

“Who knew you could sound so cute all drugged up like that?” Toji cooed, rubbing your head again. “You gonna introduce yourself to me? I am your brothers’ guest after all.”

“I don’t think she can.” Suguru chuckled from the couch. He, Satoru and Kento were enraptured with the scene before them. Seeing you dwarfed by their size had become something they were accustomed to, but seeing you look so tiny against an imposing figure like Toji stirred something in them.

“Poor little thing.” With a mocking laugh he dropped his hands to his sides and looked down at you. “Lets see if you can follow directions now, hm? Take this off for me.” Flicking his chin at you, he waited with bated breath.

“Sugu...nii…” Scrunching your brows together, you looked at him. Even with your mind full of nothing but the intense ache between your legs, you still had enough sense to try and figure out what was going to happen.

“Don’t be shy baby, do as he says.” Suguru made no move to come and help you or offer any explanation. Looking to Kento and Satoru, neither of them were any help.

“Don’t make me wait all day.” Toji snapped his fingers in your face, bringing you back to staring at him. He took one look at your still concerned expression and rolled his eyes. “I’ll do it for you then, princess.”

Toji wasn’t gentle when he took your shirt off, practically ripping it off your body with his sharp claws. There was a collective gasp from the couch and Toji let out a low whistle upon seeing your body in lingerie.

“You really are something, huh?” Grasping your upper arm, Toji turned you around to stare at your ass, giving your tail a sharp tug that made you keen and arch your back. “So responsive too. Good to see the drugs working.”

Wading through the thicket in your foggy mind, it all made sense now. Why you were moaning so loudly just from Toji hugging you to his body and raking his nails lightly against your skin. Why just feeling the barrel of his chest against your back had your spine tingling with nerves.

“Sugu!” Reaching out for him, you could only lean so far forward away from Toji.

“Be quiet baby, take your punishment like a good girl.” He chided, actively palming over the growing tent in his pants.

“Sugu!” Huffing again, you strained against Tojis hold.

“Hey, didn’t he say be good?” Toji quipped and smacked your thigh. The sound echoed in the otherwise quiet room, making you jump high into the air. It hurt, the force of his smack and the lingering pain after, but somewhere in you, you enjoyed it.

Turning you around, Toji wasted no time in kissing you. Grabbing your chin tightly, he forced his tongue into your mouth. Easily overwhelming you with the strength in his kiss, Toji palmed your ass roughly. Pushing you against his growing cock, he kissed you until you were so lightheaded your legs gave out.

“Ha, this’ll be too easy.” Letting you fall to the floor, Toji peeled his shirt off and cracked the bones in his neck. The cold hardwood offered no reprieve to your burning skin, and Toji quickly descended onto you.

Caging you in with his knees on either side of you, Toji grabbed both breasts, squeezing them so hard tears sprang to your eyes instantly. Your hands weakly attempted to push him away, stop him from pulling at your nipples through the sheer fabric of the bra.

“Hey, knock it off.” The slap across the face was an unexpected sensation, your head turning to the side as his palm went across your cheek. Gasping loudly, the tears that gathered at your lashes began to fall as the pain radiated across your face.

Choking out a sob, you tossed an arm over your face to shield yourself from any more. The painful treatment of your breasts was all you could focus on and you actively had to stop yourself from trying to push him away again.

“She learns quick.” Toji remarks to the group watching you with their cocks out.

“Always has.” Kento replies smoothly, like he didn’t have his pants around his knees with his half hard cock in his hand. Turning back to you, Toji rips your arm off your face.

“Don’t think you can hide from me now, little one.” Pinning your arms to your side, Toji leaned over you and bit down on the side of your neck. Screeching and arching your back, you squirmed and whined from the pain.

You could feel the light amount of blood trickle down your neck and his rough tongue lap it up. Soothing the bite, Toji went down a few inches and did it again, littering your whole neck with bites hard enough to break skin.

Moving down to your chest, he sucked angry marks into your skin, biting down a tad softer here. The drug they’d given you had perfectly done its job in making you more sensitive to touch and the trace amounts of pleasure you were getting from this weren’t enough to outweigh the pain.

“Toji.” Throwing your head to the side as he bit down on your shoulder, your breath left you when he peered back at you with his intense gaze. Leveling you with a single stare, Toji returned his attention to your chest and ripped your bra clean off your body.

“Nice fucking tits.” He smiled maliciously, squeezing them as hard as he could between his fingers. He reveled in your pained squirming and the way you couldn’t hold back moaning in pain.

Letting go of your breasts, he laid a hard slap across your chest, and then another the other way. He slapped your breasts at least ten times, not that you could keep track from the way it hurt.

Pinching and twisting your nipples, Toji wrapped one in his lips and bit down. Your hands slapped against the ground, sharp wails leaving you as he let go and bit the flesh of your breasts as hard as he had done to your neck.

“Fuck kitty, you made me so hard.” Lightly slapping your face side to side, Toji forced you to look down at his cock, now unrestrained and freed from his baggy pants. It looked massive even compared with how large his body was, and when he wrapped his hand around it you could feel the blood leave your face.

Toji ripped your panties off with one swipe, dangling the tattered fabric from his fingers before tossing it to the side where your bra was. Pushing your knees up and nearly hitting you in the face, Toji peered down at your cunt.

“So fucking wet.” He mumbled, swiping a finger up your slit and presenting it to you. “Fucking dripping, huh.”

“Sugu!” Whipping your head to the side, you looked at Suguru with wide eyes. Fear struck a chord in you, Suguru had always drilled it into your head that your virginity was something special, making you promise over and over that you would save it for the right person.

And you had strong doubts that Toji was the right person to take it.

“Calm down baby. I said this was a punishment after all, didn’t I?” Suguru was languidly stroking his hard cock, a cocky smile on his face as he drank in your apprehension.

“But- no, no!” Shaking your head hard enough to make it hurt, you cried unabashedly. This wasn’t right, you shouldn’t be having sex for the first time on a cold hardwood floor with a stranger while your brother and his friends watched.

“Yes, yes!” Toji mocked your frantic voice, landing slaps on the backs of your thighs as you began to cry. “Don’t act all high and mighty now. Your brothers sold you out to me like some cheap whore, now take what I give you.”

“No!” Sobbing now, it only got louder when Toji slapped your cunt with his full hand. Your legs shook violently as he slapped you again, putting more weight into his hand.

“God, I could listen to you all fucking day.” Toji let your legs go, slapping your cunt one last time to see you jump and writhe. Nestling between your legs, he gripped your hips and pulled you flush against him. “Be nice and loud for us now.”

Guiding the tip of his cock into your entrance, Toji thrust his cock in with one smooth motion of his hips. Bottoming out immediately, he threw his head back and sighed. This was the first time you had anything inside you besides your own fingers and to say it hurt was an understatement.

Despite how wet you were from the drug, you had no prep for the immense stretch of Tojis cock inside you. You weren’t sure if any amount of preparation would have been enough to take him, but now wasn’t the time to dwell on it.

The slow drag of his cock against your walls as he pulled out caught your attention. You were still sobbing, still shaking and clearly distraught, but nobody cared. They were all getting off on seeing Toji fuck you, all of their eyes bouncing between your face to where you were connected with him.

“Gojo you were right, I think I might cum quick.” They shared a laugh, Satoru echoing the sentiment back to him. Pushing back in, Toji held your hips tight enough to bruise them, digging painful fingerprints into your flesh that would linger for a long while after he left.

Setting a quick pace, Toji bounced you back on his cock as he thrust forward, dragging you across the floor with every motion. The sweat collecting on your skin helped it not to catch on the wood, but the glide was still irritating.

Putting your ankles on his shoulders, Toji bent your pliant body in half. He met no physical resistance from you, ignoring the way you groaned at the stretch and leaning over to put his forehead against yours.

“For a virgin you sure are flexible, maybe I’ll have to come back and have some more fun with you.” The deep rumble of his voice clouded your senses and you could feel the intensity behind his stare even as you closed your eyes tightly.

Rutting into you, the tip of Tojis cock bumped painfully against your cervix, forcing tears to drip out of your eyes with every thrust in. His entire being had completely consumed you, from the arbitrary way the tip of his tail swished against your bare thigh to the all consuming feeling of his cock pounding into you.

Getting used like a piece of meat, fucked into the very floor you’d have to walk on later, burned you with shame. Distressed moans turning into ones of burgeoning pleasure helped push that feeling even further and when you turned your head to see all three men furiously jerking their cocks, cheeks flushed red and sweat forming on their brows, you couldn’t help but wonder why they were letting this happen.

If they loved you as much as they claimed, why were they letting this man do this to you? He had slapped you all over your body, littered bloody bite marks across every inch of skin he could, and he had taken the one thing you were taught was sacred to you. Toji was nothing like your brothers, he was crass and unyielding, smacking you in the thighs as he fucked you.

He was so unlike them, the difference was astounding. The nasty words he snarled out to you, calling you a worthless little virgin and just a hole to be fucked, hurt you. Your brothers, as mean as they could be to you, would never say such nasty things. Even when Kento spanked you, he made it all better in the end.

Toji offered no happy ending, taking and taking from you until you couldn’t breathe anymore from the weight pressing down on your chest. Forcing you to kiss him, Toji growled into your mouth as he came abruptly.

Warmth flooded you, his syrupy cum smearing and coating every inch of your cunt. Grinding against you, he let your legs fall to the ground as he pulled out, his cock still rock hard. You were nearly unconscious when he finally pulled away from your lips, head falling to the side to see the three men all cumming as well.

“Y-you’re still hard?” Satoru gaped, milking his own cock for the last few drops of cum.

“Why does the little princess here have to be the only one drugged up?” Toji chuckled. Mentally and physically drained already, you were becoming practically comatose in his hold. Flipping you over onto your stomach, Toji peered down at your eyes slipping away. “Looks like she’s all tuckered out.”

Grabbing your ass, he spread your cheeks apart and revealed your puckered asshole. Spitting down onto it, he swirled his finger around it shortly, gathering up the cum and slick between your legs as added lubricant to push his finger through the tight ring of muscle.

“That’s okay, little kitty-cat, just go to sleep.” Pushing his finger all the way down to the knuckle, Toji smoothed a hand on your lower back and purred as he watched you fall unconscious. “Your uncle Toji will take good care of you.”

When you awoke again, you were back in your bed. Back in the room that wasn’t yours, in the house that you hadn’t grown up in, in a neighborhood you had no clue about. The collar was back around your neck, not as tight as before but still weighing just as heavy.

Every part of your body ached. There wasn’t a single part of you that didn’t hurt, all your muscles screamed in agony as you tried to move. There was a sharp, burning pain between your legs, raised teeth marks dotting along all the skin you touched, and your eyes were puffy and dry.

Parched beyond all belief, you struggled to grab the cup of water left on the nightstand. Nearly spilling it from how shaky your hands were, you gulped down the liquid greedily. It wasn’t enough to soothe your aching throat, but it was a start.

The sun moved across the room as you floated in and out of consciousness, casting beams of light in different directions every time you opened your eyes. There wasn’t much your body was willing to let you do, forced to just lay in bed under the fluffy blankets and wonder when someone would come to see you.

“(Y/N).” A soft whisper accompanied the slow creak of the door as it opened. The three men you’d been waiting for appeared, gentle expressions on all their faces. Suguru was the first to reach out and touch you, cupping your cheek and rubbing his thumb along your face.

“How’re you feeling?” He asked, taking a seat on your bed.

“It hurts.” You whisper back, wincing as you try and fail to sit up.

“Yeah, I bet. Uncle Toji did a number on you, didn’t he?” Suguru was speaking to you like you were a stupid child, his tone low and even.

“He did.” Barely nodding, your eyes flicked to Satoru and Kento. Satoru looked ready to jump into bed with you, his tail flicking in thinly veiled excitement behind him. Kento remained stoic, his arms crossed but his eyes never leaving yours.

“I hope now you understand how good you have it.” Kento said, the ever present sternness in his voice.

“Yeah (Y/N), men like Toji are all over the place, and one of them could have done something worse to you while you were away in Tokyo!” Satoru couldn’t help but chime in, stepping closer as he spoke.

“That’s true. We only let him have you for one night as a punishment, but think about how much worse it would be if you were still in Tokyo without the protection of your big brothers. This could have happened at that nasty little hostess bar, and it could have been much worse.” Suguru hadn’t stopped stroking your cheek the entire time he was in the room and he wasn’t about to stop now. “You don’t want guys like Toji around you, do you?”

“N...no.” Knitting your brows together, their words rattled around your skull. They weren’t exactly wrong, something much worse could have happened at the hostess bar, and you wouldn’t have your big brothers to watch over you.

Sure, the aches and pains in your body were horrible, but imagining going through the pain night after night, day after day at the hands of some random men at the red light district was much worse.

The longer you looked at all three of them, the more it made sense in your head. They had done horrible things, but the reality was that you were safe here. You didn’t have to worry about providing for yourself ever again, you had plenty of food and three people that loved you so much it hurt them to be apart from you for too long. Out in the world, anything could happen. Recounting the days you spent on the run made your stomach churn, unpleasant memory after memory coming back to you.

“You see now? You need us, (Y/N), just as much as we need you.” Drawing your attention back to him, Suguru swept his arm over to the other two. “We love you so much, we just want you to be the happiest member of the pack.”

“Of the pack…” Echoing the last words, you nodded. Pack life was important to them, it was what kept them safe and feeling secure in life. And right now, you certainly craved that security. “I want to be part of the pack.”

Large smiles erupted on all of their faces - Kento hiding his - at your words. It’s what they’d wanted to hear all along, and now everything felt complete. Sitting you up and wrapping you in a hug, Suguru was careful not to squeeze you too tightly.

“I love you (Y/N).” He said, tail thumping against the bed happily. Satoru and Kento echoed the statement, and they came to hug you as well. With all three pairs of arms around you, their warmth soothed not only the ache in your body but in your heart as well. Hugging them felt right, it felt like you were always meant to be here.

“Are you hungry? I can make you something.” Kento is the first to pull away, a light blush on his face that he tries to hide.

“Yes please.”

“Ooh, I’ll help!” Satoru throws his hand into the air as he pulls away but not before kissing you on the cheek.

“I guess I’ll help too then.” Suguru lingers around you, giving you a series of light kisses on your cheeks. “Little sister should eat well after all she’s been through.”

“We’ll be quick. Stay in bed.” Kento warns. He’s already at the door, the other two close behind him.

“I-” Your voice breaks when you try to use it and they stop before they fully exit the room.

“Hm?”

“I love my big brothers too.” Your cheeks burn a little from saying the words, and a shy giggle passes your lips. Fiddling with the blankets, you can see out of the corner of your eye that they’ve all started to blush a little.

“We love you too, little sister.” Suguru sighs, heart full to bursting. Wishing you another round of farewells, they all leave and Suguru closes the door behind him, leaving it unlocked.

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Day 31: Yasutora 'Chad' Sado ~ Cuddling [Teaser]

Pairing: Yasutora 'Chad' Sado x Wynter Hughes [Nonbinary OC] WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI, Full fic will have the smut and other warnings

A/N: This is just a teaser for the full fic that will come later! This is also a part of the 31 Days of Bleach project I'm currently working on.

Waking up with the morning light peeking through the cracks in the curtains, I was pleasantly warm and comfortable. I was being gently held as slow breaths hit the back of my head. It was bliss.

But I had to pee.

"Oh, sorry. Did I wake you?" I quietly asked as he pulled me back into bed.

"G'morning."

Smiling, I leaned up and pecked him on the lips.

"You can't go back to sleep if you keep staring at me, Tora."

"Maybe I don't want to go back to sleep yet." He softly smiled before brushing his nose against mine. I couldn't help but chuckle, and he swept my hair away from my face. "Do you?"

"No."

"Then we can keep each other company." Yasutora kissed my forehead and softly sighed. "How'd you sleep?"

"Pretty good. You?"

"Great." He replied as I snuggled closer. Yasutora slowly ran his hand up and down my side in a comforting way. "Do you want to have a lazy day?"

I cupped his cheek in my hand and melted into his arms with the soft, sweet kisses he gave. My heart fluttered in my chest as I melted even more into him.

"Tora...." I muttered when he momentarily pulled away.

"Yes, mi corazón?"

"You had some nice dreams, didn't you?" I smirked while looking him in the eye, and his cheeks darkened as he blushed.

AND THAT'S ALL YA GET FOR NOW! AHAHAHAHA!

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idkthisisjustforfanfic · 4 years ago

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PART 1

Your feet dangled down from the stool, elbows on the granite counter when Jeff turned around. “Alright,” he said, lips in a thin smile when he revealed the plate of reheated lasagna that someone dropped off in the last few days. “Smells good.”

You looked up at him with an unimpressed stare. “It looks a little disgusting.”

“It’s vegan, I think.”

“Jesus,” you rolled your eyes. “You start one all natural skincare line and people think you only eat plant-based shit.”

He let out a small laugh, set the plate down and watched as you picked up the fork. One bite--mediocre. Not exactly hot enough, but after all Jeff had done for you the last few days, you didn’t have the heart to demand he put it in for another minute.

“So--do you think it went well?”

You laughed around the food in your mouth, picked up a paper napkin and let your head tilt to the side. “As good as a funeral could be.”

The lights in your kitchen were dim and the sun had already faded behind the trees, the house quiet after people finally filed out. Friends, extended family, strangers you’d never met had flocked to Los Angeles for the funeral of your famous father.

It’d been coming from a mile away. His health declined, an obvious result of the cocaine and the cigarettes and whatever else he’d ingested regularly in the 70s. A heart attack a year ago put him on a fast track to the afterlife, but he always joked that he’d probably end up in hell.

Being in the music industry ruined him, in a way--it ruined your parents’ marriage and it ruined a lot of the relationships your father had. Blow outs and big fights that left him exiled from a lot of social circles, sometimes never speaking to people again after one bad phone call. But it was never like that with Irv.

“Well, I’ve never seen my dad cry so hard,” Jeff smiled. “He really loved him.”

Another bite of the soggy noodles and fake cheese. “I know.”

A comfortable silence, the doors off the kitchen were open, a breeze from the backyard let the southern California warmth blow through the sheer curtains when you sipped at your left over wine.

Jeff was the closest thing you had to a sibling, his family was all you had left at this point. You were tossed in the bathtub with him and his siblings as a baby, shoved into family photos and tagged along for vacations.

Being closest in age to Jeff meant people always hoped it would be the two of you that would end up together. Happily ever after or having babies of your own. But when you saw Jeff wolf down a whole pizza at his bar mitzvah, any hope of a spark between the two of you had been permanently extinguished.

His older sister was the one who told you what it meant to have sex, and after your mom died, his mom helped you pick out a dress for your Sweet Sixteen.

She was the one who talked you off the ledge when you found out you were pregnant only a few years later, she was the one who threw you both baby showers and she was the one who helped you through your divorce only six months earlier.

So now that your dad was gone, too, you wondered where you fit into their family and what your definition of family even was.

Before the thought could cross your mind, the front door was pushed open and the sound of high pitched giggles floated in from the foyer.

CeCe’s tiny voice echoed down the hall. “Uncle Jeff?”

“Is that my CeCe?” He took a few steps forward and she ran straight into his legs, he hoisted her up onto his hip when Maeve rounded the corner with Tristan in tow.

“Hi honey,” you opened an arm so your ten-year-old could fit into the side of you. She leaned her head on her shoulder. “How was ice cream?”

The easiest ploy to get them out of the house while you hosted some kind of awkward afterparty.

“Fine,” she sighed. “But Tristan said that funerals are a selfish attempt by the living to hold on to someone after they’re dead.”

You blinked a few times and looked down at her, shocked by the words and apparently, her ability to understand them. You looked over at Tristan, arched eyebrows to communicate how displeased you were.

His eyes went wide when Jeff choked down a laugh. “I didn’t--I don’t know what you’re talking about Maeve.”

You kissed Maeve on the head. “Well, Tristan is wrong about a lot of things, trust me. But you two should go get ready for bed, it’s been a long day.”

You looked over at him again--younger by two years and easily one of the most important people in your life. You met him only a year after you started your business, he had a knack for brand management and eye for design that you couldn’t pass up. He was way too sarcastic and cynical to be your regular babysitter, but Jeff and his family were basically in the receiving line beside you.

Jeff let CeCe climb down and Maeve took her by the hand as they headed for the kitchen stairs to the second floor, leaving you alone at the island with two of your closest friends.

He waited until he heard the water turn on from their bathroom sink, then whispered in Tristan’s direction. “Great idea to say that to a ten-year-old and a six-year-old after their grandpa dies.”

Tristan rolled his eyes theatrically, “she asked why so many people came and why she’d never met any of them if they loved her grandpa so much.”

“Well, you can expect a bill for their therapy in a few years,” you laughed, forking more lasagna into your mouth.

Tristan made his way over to the fridge and pulled out the glass dish, helping himself to a piece when Jeff took a seat beside you. “How are you holding up?”

“Fine,” you glanced at him sideways, suspicious about any ulterior motive he might have.

“Okay, Y/N,” Jeff laughed, Tristan eyed you from over his shoulder like he didn’t believe you. “Let me try again. How are you feeling emotionally?”

You cleared your throat and swallowed the most recent bite of dinner. “Oh, you mean cause my husband left me six months ago and my dad just died and now I’m a single mom with two fiesty daughters who just inherited a giant house aaaaaand,” you drew out the word for dramatic effect. “I’m a business owner who barely gets any sleep?”

“That’s what I was getting at, yes,” Jeff nodded and fought a smirk.

“I’m alright,” you sighed. “Tired. Kind of freaked out about what the fuck is going on in my life, but, I’ll survive. I always survive."

You knew you would--in fact, you’d been waiting for this moment for the last few weeks. When Jeff’s mom called to tell you your dad needed to be put in hospice, you prepared. You talked to Maeve and CeCe and explained it all in a way they’d understand. His life on earth is over, but we can still talk to him and visit a pretty garden to remember him.

It was a lot to deal with only a few months after your high school sweetheart turned husband admitted he’d been having an affair and moved out, you saw on Facebook that he’d since bought a motorcycle and was spending most of his time at bars along the coast. That whole fiasco was harder to explain to your children.

And now suddenly everyone wanted to make sure you were okay. Frozen dinners, offers to drive your kids to and from their extracurriculars, a lot of attention was suddenly thrust onto you and your family, as if you hadn’t always hated that growing up.

But you knew the time would come when life would settle back down. Cousins and aunts and uncles would fly home, people would stop asking how you were doing post divorce. Dust would settle and the sun would set on this chapter and frankly, it couldn’t happen soon enough.

So here you were, the funeral was over, the dinner in his honor at Jeff’s parents, the media coverage was starting to die down and life could return to normal. Or, at least, a new normal.

Your dad had been a fixture in your life--weekly dinner dates with grandpa gave you a minute to yourself after working long days and answering endless phone calls. A glass of wine on the couch or even dinner with Tristan and Zoey was a nice escape from breaking up fights or figuring out how to reattach the head of a Barbie doll after someone shoved someone into a closet and tears and screaming ensued.

“You will definitely survive,” Jeff nodded.

Tristan came and sat, forked into the lasagna and made a face when he realized how bad it was. “Is this fake cheese?”

“Unfortunately,” you nodded.

Tristan made a face and then cleared his throat. “I, for one, think this is the start of a new chapter for you. New opportunities, new love,” he smirked.

A quick retort: “Yeah, that’s obviously the first priority right now.”

“He’s right, though,” Jeff said. “You have a fresh start, a totally new chapter.”

You nodded--they were right, but easing into a new chapter felt a lot better than trying to dive right in.

“Speaking of a fresh start, you know, changing things up,” Jeff forced a grin in your direction. “Can we actually talk for a second?”

You eyed him suspiciously, put your fork down to bow out from eating the world’s worst lasagna. “Yeah?”

“I have kind of a weird favor to ask. And--I know it’s kind of bad timing, with everything going on, but--just hear me out, okay?”

Instead of replying, you watched him, lifted your brows to encourage him to continue and tread carefully.

“So I have a client who isn’t from here, he bought a house but it’s in the middle of getting renovated. There’s kind of been a lot going on, it’s a long story.”

“Okay,” you nodded, unsure where he was going with it.

“He needs a place to stay, and I was wondering if maybe he could stay here for a little.”

“Here, like, here here?” You pointed to the floor of your kitchen, an elegant upgrade from the more modest house in Woodland Hills you’d occupied before the divorce.

Along with the death of your father came the inheritance of his Bel Air estate and all of the bedrooms, the four car garage, the manicured lawn and the pool out back. Some people thought you should sell it, use the cash to make trusts for the girls or save for college.

Selling it didn’t feel right, though. It was the house he worked so hard for, the house you called home for the later half of your teen years and the place you always came back to when things got hard. So instead of putting it on the market and closing that chapter, once again, you returned to the safe haven in the hills when you didn’t know where else to turn.

“Yeah, I know it sounds crazy, but you have the room and it might be fun to have someone else around and--”

“I have two daughters, Jeff, I can’t just let a stranger live with us.”

“He’s not a stranger, Y/N, he’s my friend. We’re really close.”

“Who is he?” Tristan asked, waving his fork in the air to remind us that he was still present.

“Harry Styles.”

Tristan’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head. “The kid from the boyband?”

“No way,” you shook your head, dismissing it before you could even let his name register. “I’m not having a pop star boy band kid stay in my house.”

“Okay,” Jeff held up a hand to get Tristan to relax, then moved to point at you. “He’s 24, number one. He’s not a kid, he’s, like, only a few years younger than us.”

“Yes,” you nodded, “exactly. I don’t need a 24-year-old living with my daughters.”

“He’s not like that, though. He’s responsible and he’s a family friendly dude, and--”

“Then why can’t he live with you? Or with your parents?”

“I don’t have the room,” he said. “And my dad hates house guests.”

You rolled your eyes, it was obnoxious, but it was true. Irv hated having people stay over almost as much as he hated it when your dad beat him in golf.

Jeff took your silence as an opportunity to continue selling you on the idea. “He just finished his tour, he’s working on his second album. He’s probably going to be in the studio a lot, Y/N. Do you really think I would let some crazy party animal live with my nieces?”

Another eye roll from both you and Tristan.

“Is this like, just a few nights?” You asked.

“Like, two weeks. Tops.”

“Two weeks?!” You shook your head. “No--I can’t put them through that after all the shit that’s been going on this year. Why can’t he just stay in a hotel?”

“Cause that’s lonely and he’s a people person and--I don’t know, it might be good for you to have someone around.”

You rolled your eyes that, was it a jab at your new status as a single mom or new status as a fatherless daughter? Unsure.

Jeff stood from the counter and grabbed for his phone on the far end of the island. “Just think about it, okay? I’ve gotta run. A few weeks, built in babysitting, maybe--he’s great with kids.”

“I’ve already thought about it,” you told him, resting your chin in your hand and offering a sugary sweet smile. “No fucking way.”

“Mommy!” CeCe’s voice called from upstairs, you hoisted yourself up, ready to tuck them in and forget that Jeff had ever asked such a ludicrous question.

“I would owe you big time--it might be fun! You’ve got the room, he could be a positive male influence on the girls.” He wiggled his eyebrows at the end of his sentence--like that would really sway you.

“And I’m not that?” Tristan pulled his head back, offended.

“You’re the one who told them funerals are stupid,” Jeff said with a sarcastic smirk.

“And you’re the crazy one trying to let a stranger move in here like it’s an AirBnB,” you shot back at Jeff. “So maybe they do need a better male influence than both of you.”

“Mommy!” CeCe called again, more impatient this time.

“I’m coming!” You shouted. “You, let yourself out when you’re finished eating this terrible meal,” you pointed at Tristan and the lasagna. “And you,” you pointed at Jeff with a smirk. “Please never speak to me again.”

He was already heading for the door, keys in hand when he blew you a kiss. “Love you, see you soon!”

“Love you,” you called back, bounding up the stairs, mom mode activated.

A text message the next day when you were at work:

Jeff Azoff (1:43pm): 🙏😇🙏😇

You blew air from your lips, Zoey sat across from you at a conference table when you took a late lunch. She was the first friend you made when you started high school, your long time confidant aside from Tristan and Jeff and a sure bet to tell it like it is.

Now she regularly popped into the Luna offices and she loved nothing more than acting like she was a higher up at your business. She’d rather be doing that than admit she was a new mom with no clue what the next chapter of her life would look like. You had that in common.

Her two-month-old son, Benny, sat in a carrier on the ground, his eyelashes fluttered when Zoey put her feet up on the chair beside her.

“What’s the sigh for?”

“Jeff is being annoying.”

“What’d he do now?”

You looked over at her, nose deep in her phone when you took another bite of the burrito bowl she’d picked up for you. You didn’t know if it was worth it to explain it all. Zoey was excitable, never one to turn down an adventure and her aptly timed identity crisis that came with becoming a mom was sure to make her encourage bad decisions even more.

She looked up at you, suddenly aware of the wheels spinning in your mind.

“Spill it,” she instructed. She put her phone down and let out a breath, clasped her hands and waited for you to fill her in.

“He asked me to let a friend of his stay with us in my dad’s house.”

“Your house,” she corrected. “Deed’s in your name now.”

“My house,” you nodded. “And I feel weird about it.”

“Who’s the friend?”

“Some client of his,” you tried to wave it off as if the name didn’t matter.

It didn’t, really. You’d long been exposed to the rich and famous just because of the nature of your father’s work. He was one of the biggest managers in the music industry in partnership with Jeff’s dad, so you were no stranger to beautiful people with beautiful cars and beautiful homes. When Jeff took on the family business, you only grew more accustomed to it.

“So a celebrity?” she shimmied her shoulders in excitement. “Which one?”

“Harry Styles,” you said the name slowly, quietly, even though it was just the two of you in the second floor conference room and even though this was your office that you bought and you owned and you ran.

“He’s hot,” she nodded casually, less impressed than you’d expected.

“He’s also like twenty-something, so it's disgusting for you to say that.”

“Oh relax,” she dismissed your concern. “He could be your pool boy.”

Zoey--who also grew up in Southern California and spent plenty of time at your house as a kid--hadn’t yet grown so accustomed to the coming and going of celebrities. Her parents owned a florist shop in Santa Monica and in high school you had to tell her she could only come to a Britney Spears concert if she didn’t cry when you inevitably met her in the green room thanks to your dad.

“I have children,” you reminded her. “A ten-year-old who might as well be fifteen and a six-year-old who would think I literally bought her a human playmate.”

“But if he’s friends with Jeff I highly doubt he’s a serial killer,” she reasoned.

“Wow, you are completely missing the point.”

“What’s the point, then?”

“It’s weird--I can’t have a stranger move in with my kids.”

“Why not?”

“Because first their dad left us and now their grandpa died.”

“Sounds like they need a new man in their life.”

You ignored the similarity of her words with Jeff’s from the other night. “I just think it’s crazy.”

“Okay,” she sat up straight and suddenly looked like this was morphing into a business conversation. “How long?”

“Two weeks.”

“Oh my god,” she turned her palms towards the sky. “Just do it.”

“What? No!”

“It’s two weeks--it’ll take your mind off of all the shit that’s been going on, it’ll be a fun distraction for the girls. You have so much space in that house you will never even know he’s there. And you’re helping a friend.”

She wasn’t wrong: Harry could likely stay in the bedroom all the way on the other end of the hall from where the girls slept. Maeve was thrilled to get her own room in the move and CeCe would occasionally run into your room after a nightmare, so the space was a plus.

He’d have his own room, his own bathroom. Hell, he could even park in the extra garage and enter from the back of the house. Maybe you wouldn’t even notice he existed.

You sighed, tugged at your necklace when you met her gaze. “I just feel really protective over them right now. I feel like Luke ruined their sense of family and now with my dad gone--”

She stuck her tongue out in disgust at the sound of your ex’s name. “I get that--but they have you. They have Jeff and his family and they have me and Shawn and now Benny.”

You offered a small smile at her reassurance. She was right in a lot of ways. The Azoffs were as much a family to your daughters as they had been to you. Shelli and Irv were like grandparents, they offered to babysit plenty of times and they always managed to get the girls the most amazing birthday presents.

But something in you knew it wasn’t the same. You’d dreamed of giving your daughters the sense of family you never had: a mom and a dad who loved each other. One house, not two that had two different beds and sets of books or toys.

Luckily and unluckily, your ex hadn’t made a huge deal about custody. Visits here and there were outlined in your divorce papers, but at this point in time he didn’t seem the most interested in maintaining a relationship with his daughters, even though he promised way back when that he’d never leave.

Getting pregnant with him during college wasn’t planned, but he swore you’d make it work and you tied the knot only a few months before Maeve was born. Things were good at first, you always knew you’d have more than one--if only to combat your own only-child loneliness--and then CeCe came five years later when you felt a little more prepared.

“I don’t think it’s going to traumatize them, Y/N. I mean, the least you could do is meet the guy.”

You watched her for a minute, blew air from your nose in a huff before you picked up your phone.

Y/N L/N (1:56pm): Fine. I’ll meet him.

Three days later you pulled up to a cafe in Brentwood and took a deep breath in the parking lot. If he was creepy, you wouldn’t go for it. If you got even the slightest weird vibe from him, you’d ex-communicate Jeff and only go over to visit his parents with the girls when he wasn’t around.

You’d already been leaning towards just doing it, especially once Tristan got a glass of wine in you and reminded you what your dad would have said: he who helps is one who prospers.

A few sleepless nights left you staring at the ceiling and wondering if you were crazy. You just now had the chance to let life settle down and here you were, mourning the loss of your biggest supporter, trying to piece yourself back together post divorce, and considering letting a stranger move in? Grief really did do strange things to people.

But when you walked in and found them sitting at a table in the back, something clicked.

Your dad was already fond of your possible houseguest, which you only knew from overhearing previous conversations between him and Irv about how proud they were of Jeff for picking up the family business, and now it all made sense.

A small part of you--probably the stupidest part of you--wondered if there was something cosmic about it. Your dad was always one to let his artists stay in the house, if they weren’t creepy, of course. You grew up with bands rehearsing in the backyard and going to shows at the Troubadour before you were old enough to drive, and you turned out fine.

“Hi,” Harry stood, offered a hand and introduced himself after Jeff gave you a kiss on the cheek. “Harry, pleasure to meet you.” Polite, maybe a bit of a kiss ass. Your dad must have loved him.

“Y/N,” you nodded, sat down when Jeff tugged out a chair for you. “Thanks for--uh--meeting with me, I guess.”

“Thanks for maybe letting me stay at your house,” he offered a sheepish smile, held your gaze for a second when Jeff adjusted the sunglasses clipped to his shirt.

“I’m actually surprised you guys haven’t met before,” he said.

“I’ve been a little busy this year,” you reminded him with a nod. “But--nice to finally meet you.”

Harry nodded, a dimple in his left cheek ignited a tiny spark in your chest, but you pushed Zoey’s words out of your mind. Two weeks, it wasn’t a big deal. He’d be in and out and this would be a blip on the radar.

“We can order coffee or something, but Y/N, I’m assuming you have like, a whole interrogation mapped out?”

You pretended to laugh at Jeff’s joke, turned to Harry and offered a no-nonsense smile. “I have two children, I got divorced earlier this year and my dad just died. So I don’t need any drama or anything. This is temporary and I’m doing this to help out a friend. Jeff, that is, not you.”

He laughed at your clarification and nodded. “Right. This is just me living in your house. No drama. Short-term.”

“And obviously my children will be there, so no guests.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Okay I’m not that much older than you,” you said it quickly, offered a small smile when he looked a little scared.

“Sorry--no, I didn’t mean that in a rude way.”

“No ma’am,” you added a rule, pulling a laugh from both of them when you lifted another finger in the air to count them off. “No drugs or alcohol, unless it’s like a glass of wine at dinner or something,” you shrugged.

“Look,” Jeff leaned forward. “Y/N’s kids are great, she’s got a great skincare company and she’s a kickass human. And you need a place to stay, so don’t fuck this up.”

“You both have my word. No drugs, no alcohol, no guests, no ma’am,” he smirked in your direction. “I’ve lived alone for a while, so, it’ll be nice to have some roommates.”

You nodded slowly and watched him for a second. A hoodie with the name of the management firm your dad and Irv had started, a backwards baseball hat and simple Ray-Bans. You ignored the fluttering in your veins from just looking at him, your own words echoed against the walls of your skull: he’s also like twenty-something, so that’s disgusting.

This was his brand, you were sure. Something Jeff had worked hard on--the looks, the smile, the exact formula that management firms drooled over was playing out in front of you. You sipped your drink once the waiter delivered three cappuccinos. Two weeks, tops.

Los Angeles afternoons were meant for playing outside, which is what your daughters did best if they weren’t busy pulling each other’s hair. You had dinner on the stove--enough for five--and a knot of nerves in your stomach when the wheels of his fancy car crunched atop the gravel.

The girls ran to greet him and Jeff showed him around the house. Now, Harry sat across from you at the table, Maeve to his left with an unimpressed look on her face when you cleared your throat. “Okay, gratitude time.”

Jeff set his fork back down, a guilty look on his face to admit he’d forgotten about your pre-dinner ritual.

CeCe squirmed in her seat, let out a sigh when Maeve protested with a flutter of her eyelashes. “I don’t have anything to be thankful for,” she informed you.

“That feels a little hard to believe,” you nodded, losing patience for her attitude over the last few days. “CeCe, do you want to go?”

Your younger daughter looked up at you, scrunched her mouth and thought about it. “I don’t have anything either.”

You tried not to groan aloud. After the week you’d had and the sudden changes in your life, disciplining your daughters felt like the last thing you wanted to do, if only they’d just behave.

“I can go,” Harry lifted his hand sheepishly as if he was sitting in a classroom and not in your dining room, a dimple on his cheek when he smiled sheepishly.

“Take it away,” you motioned towards him.

“M’thankful for being here, having a place to stay--and what looks like it will be a delicious meal.” By now he had a bit of smug look on his face, maybe proud of the fact that he’d broken the ice and stepped up to the pre-dinner prompt.

“Mom’s cooking is a solid six out of ten on a good day,” Maeve looked over at him, her fork now in her hand as if she was ready to dig in.

“Okay,” you leaned in and caught her gaze. “Drop the attitude or go to your room.”

“I’m thankful for Emma,” she named her friend, her quick submission after she rolled her eyes told you she just wanted to eat and get this over with. “She warned me today that Hayley was wearing a shirt I wore last week so I think she’s copying me.”

“Okay,” you nodded, you’d accept anything at this point. “CeCe? Last chance.”

“I’m grateful for pudding.”

Harry let out a quiet laugh, you nodded and said: “Great. I’m thankful for you two,” you smiled at them, hopeful that this nightly tradition would hold some type of meaning, more than just eye rolls and pre-pubescent angst from Maeve.

Jeff looked over at the girls, “I’m thankful for my friend Harry getting to meet my other friends, CeCe and Maeve.”

“Aww,” Harry smiled, a hand clutched to his heart when he looked between them.

“Alright,” you were annoyed by how good your daughters were at turning on their charm for anyone but you. Jeff was often the fun uncle, just like your ex had been the fun dad, which left you forcing them to play this gratitude game every night after they finished their homework.

CeCe wasted no time digging into the spaghetti on her plate, leaving Jeff to ask Maeve: “so what are you going to do about Hayley?”

“I don’t know,” Maeve sighed. “She’ll die when she finds out that you’re sleeping over,” she pointed her fork at Harry.

“He’s not sleeping over,” you corrected. “He’s staying in one of the guest rooms, remember?” You’d already explained it a few times to them. A few weeks, he’s working on more music, he’ll be busy, he’s not here to play with you.

“Whatever,” Maeve said. “Maybe I’ll hold it over her.”

“Maeve,” you looked over, unsure what had gotten into her. “I thought we talked about this stuff with Hayley?”

“I know--but she just keeps annoying me,” Maeve explained.

“Dump pasta on her head,” CeCe suggested with a giggle.

“Don’t do that,” you looked at CeCe and poked her in the stomach.

“I personally am a big fan of that idea,” Jeff smiled over at CeCe. “But it’d probably be better to just forget about it. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.”

“Or the sincerest form of annoying,” she retorted.

Harry let out a laugh at that, caught your gaze when you wondered how soon it’d take him to get annoyed with your kids.

They were great--smart, funny, clever, definitely witty and sometimes dramatic. But they were good kids.

You remembered how tough it was to adapt to motherhood, even though they were your own. Something told you that Harry, no matter how short his stay would be, was not in the chapter of his life that entailed finding joy in playdates and pillow fights.

But he made it through dinner, quiet but friendly and as soon as Maeve was finished, she begged him to play squishball outside before sunset.

“Squishball?” his eyebrows dipped together. “Never heard of it.”

“It’s basically just baseball but with a softer bat and a foam ball cause mom doesn’t want us to break our skulls,” Maeve informed.

“I never said break your skulls,” you argued.

“But it’s what you meant,” she shrugged.

“I would love to play,” Harry laughed, unbelievably entertained by the back and forth he’d already witnessed. They yanked him outside and set up their tiny diamond, CeCe pulled on a tutu just for flair and you and Jeff were left to handle the aftermath of a family dinner.

Jeff put the final plate into the dishwasher after a little bit and offered a hesitant smile when he turned around. “So?”

“So what? It’s been like an hour and a half of him being here.”

Their laughter from outside was audible, CeCe shrieked when Maeve made contact with the bat and sent the ball soaring into the air. “The girls clearly love him.”

“Of course they do--they love anyone for the first two hours.”

“I think he’ll be good for you guys.”

You rolled your eyes, wiped the counter with the sponge when he continued.

“And you guys will be good for him.”

This got your attention. “How so?”

“He’s a people-person, never likes being on his own too much. Some structure and responsibility is good for him.”

“So I’m babysitting him?”

“Oh my god,” he laughed. “Relax, will you? This could be a mutually beneficial thing if you let it, that’s all I’m saying.”

You didn’t read too much into it, you figured Jeff was peppering you with reassurance only to calm your nerves or quell your concerns. When he was finished helping you clean, he hugged the girls goodbye and waved over his shoulder, leaving Harry alone in your house with you and your daughters and nothing but good intentions.

You left him downstairs at first, helped CeCe brush her hair and sat on the floor when Maeve picked out her clothes for the next day: hopefully Hayley doesn’t own this dress.

When you headed back downstairs an hour later, the girls were tucked in, the lights were off, and your usual plan would have been to check your work emails if it weren’t for the dimpled guy in your living room.

He stood at the bookcase, hands clasped behind his back when you found him.

“Hi, sorry--bedtime is always a--” you paused, not even knowing the right label. “A shit show. But thanks for playing with them earlier.”

He laughed, turned around and offered a smile. “No worries--they seem like great kids.”

“They are,” you assured. “Maeve’s been a bit snarky lately but I think that’s just the whole beginning of puberty thing.” You cringed a little when the words left your mouth, wondering if it was too much information for someone who likely had cooler things to do than talk about ten-year-olds and training bras.

But he smiled, shoved his hands in his pockets when you said: let me show you around.

He’d arrived at the worst time. Homework, dinner prep, CeCe crying because Maeve finished her homework first. You didn’t have the chance to give him a tour and you figured it would be better coming from you than from Jeff, that way you could remind him of all the rules.

You showed him the ground floor first. The library, the family room, the two offices and the three different remotes that all worked different TVs or speakers or lamps. He marveled at the pictures on the wall in your dad’s old office space, he was a legend, he told you.

He climbed the stairs behind you and whispered in response when you pointed out what was behind each door. Bathroom, Maeve’s room, CeCe’s room, guest room, another bathroom, master suite, guest room, his room.

You pushed the door open and stepped aside to let him in. Gray walls, a wooden four-post king-sized bed. Throw pillows you’d picked out when you moved in a few weeks ago, a dresser to the left. He looked around and nodded. “S’perfect.”

“Good,” you said, walking over to a small linen closet in his attached bath. “Towels are in here, should be soap and stuff in the shower--had our housekeeper stock it.”

“Thanks,” he nodded again.

“I don’t know where you parked, but there’s a garage in the back that my dad used to keep some of his sports cars in--there’s definitely room and that way you don’t have to leave yours out if it rains.”

Were you talking too much? You just wanted him to feel at home or at least welcomed.

“Amazing,” he said. “Thank you.”

A repetitive answer but it didn't stop you from rambling.

“Keurig’s on the counter--creamer in the fridge. Should be plenty of food but obviously feel free to stock what you like. Except like, weed.”

“Weed doesn’t go in the fridge...” he eyed you suspiciously, the same dimple appeared on his cheek and you rolled your eyes.

“I know--I know weed doesn’t go in the fridge.”

“Just the no drug policy,” he nodded.

“Right. Am I forgetting anything?”

He shifted his weight on his feet and shrugged his shoulders, a subtle shake of his head. “I don’t think so.”

“Okay,” you nodded, one final look around the room to make sure he had what he needed. His duffle bag was already in the corner, you’d told Jeff to put it upstairs and out of the way so CeCe and Maeve didn’t get nosy.

“I just have a question actually, if that’s alright.”

“Yeah?”

“When did you move in here?”

“Uh, beginning of August, so like, almost a month ago.”

He nodded, his eyes curious despite the fact that he didn’t ask more.

“We had to put my dad in hospice, I was looking for a place anyway after,” a quick motion over your shoulder to gesture to the girls. “My divorce, so--a lot of change, but it’s been nice to be home.”

He nodded thoughtfully, the quiet of the bedroom suddenly felt heavy. “S’a beautiful house.”

“Thank you,” you looked around the room again, if only to put your eyes somewhere other than his face. “I felt shitty about redecorating it at first, but--it was a little too much of a 70s bachelor pad.”

“Leave it to Walt,” he joked.

That piqued your interest. “Did you know my dad? Like, did you spend any time with him?”

He pushed his lips out in thought but shook his head when he sat down on the bed. “Not really--met him a few times at events with Jeff, but I never spent any quality time with him.”

You nodded--he was a busy guy, popular and well respected in his industry. “He was a good person, good grandfather, too.”

Harry smiled at that. “Always heard that Irv was the balls but your dad was the heart.”

You laughed, scrunched your nose at the saying you’d heard a hundred times. The two of them were partners in crime, two peas in a pod, yet they couldn’t be more different. He spoke again before you could reply, voice soft in the sleepy house.

“I mean, if you're his daughter he obviously did something right.”

He held your gaze just long enough for you to feel something, something you pushed out of your mind so quickly that your hand was on the door knob before he could even say goodnight.

Two weeks, tops.

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