#thick as thieves looked good and thats literally it

[r4trave]

i dont care about space shooters i dont care about mecha i dont care about frame rate i dont care about hyperrealistic graphics i dont care about team shooters i dont care I DONT CARE !!!!! GIVE ME WEIRD GAMES !!!!!!!!!!!!!

[burnedbyshoto]

seven

Rich and powerful men can marry seven different women in a wild attempt to produce the perfect heir. Todoroki Enji is one of these powerful men, and you’re his seventh bride.

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pairing: todoroki enji (endeavor) x fem!reader

warnings: edo period!endeavor (king henry viii inspo), forced marriage, alcohol consumption, 18+, smut, non-con, dub-con, size difference, breeding kink, rough-sex, pain, degradation, & mind break

word count: 5,750

a/n: fuck that family who started the fire in socal. my campus is literally raining ashes up in oregon. im so tired. two exams monday. im going to be going on meds for anxiety and adhd soon, so thats new. uh,,, this is like LOL its a bit bad,,, but I really, really lust over asshole enji who only wants to breed bitches and thats it. this is for the bnharem fantasy au collab, i wan’t that creative sorry see ya later skaters.

PLEASE CAREFULLY READ THE WARNINGS. PLEASE CAREFULLY READ THE WARNINGS. PLEASE CAREFULLY READ THE WARNINGS.

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One.

Fate: Spared.

Two.

Fate: Executed.

Three.

Fate: Died during childbirth.

Four.

Fate: Spared.

Five.

Fate: Executed.

Six.

Fate: Executed.

Seven.

Fate: Unknown.

Silks and expensive cloth held a scent that was irreplicable.

The smooth smell of the layers upon layers of fabric wrapped around your body did nothing to quench the building layer of ice in your stomach.

You were scared.

Rightfully so.

Six women came before you, and if you wanted to live, you would have to do better than them.

Marrying the Todoroki Clan head was something that most women could only dream of accomplishing in this day and age. The Todoroki’s, after all, are strong, rich, powerful, undefeated. They held the real power in this age, more influential and notable than the emperor that repeatedly begged the family for support, be it in power, strength, or money.

But, it was also known knowledge that the man who sat at the head of the clan, who held the power of the Todoroki name and future, was a man not to be trifled with.

Todoroki Enji was an endeavor of a man.

There had always been whispers about the head of the family, how he stood eight feet tall, and how his body was not lean like most warriors, but thick and savagely sturdy. His hair was red, blessed by the sun some claimed, or cursed by the devil others alleged. His temper and barbaric nature on the battlefield were, of course, rumored by the people on your lands, who had been indebted by the Todoroki Clan because of their protection and profits. 

Todoroki Enji was not a man to be trifled with.

Especially not if the rumors were true.

He was painted as a demon by everyone. Still, Enji was no demon, he was human, and if he was to allow the Todoroki Clan's legacy to continue, he needed an heir… but since he was human, he was aging.

Six women.

You knew that it was six women because you had been alive to experience five of them.

You remember the newly married couple being paraded through the streets.

Todoroki Enji remained hidden within his vehicle's confines while his new wife, doe-eyed, smiling, effervescent, would greet the gathered crowds. You often wondered what they thought when you would conjure in respect for the man who ensured your childhood and adolescence were not corrupted by thieves and horror.

You wondered what she thought when promising the village elders that she would produce a strong, male heir. You raised an eyebrow at the thought that maybe, just maybe they believed that they would be different -- be able to birth a strong, capable male heir.

Six wives.

Twenty children.

Two weak, sickly boys.

A whole clan of girls.

Were they idiotic, blind, or batshit insane to ever believe that they would be different?

You undoubtedly didn’t know.

Three of the six had been executed.

Three of six had been proud to state they would produce a strong male Todoroki heir, noting that his two sons -- Touya and Natsuo -- would be removed from the family as soon as their strong son was born. 

One of those three birthed a weak, sickly baby boy. She passed in childbirth and took him with her one day after.

Another of those three birthed four girls, two sets of twins because, of course, they were given two chances. She was executed on treason.

The final of those three had simply pissed him off; rumor had it. Her pussy was too tight, unwilling to sheath the thick massive cock that belonged to him… no point in breaking something that wouldn’t bend when there was more pussy out there (you remember she had been ugly too).

But what you didn’t expect was for his clan members to come through your village's streets with an announcement in hand.

Of the six women before you, three had held significant political power -- the three that survived.

Of the remaining three, there was a poet, the other a woman soldier of his, and the last being a clan member.

You had never known what the decision process was, not even a little bit, so when men dressed in dark robes with the Todoroki sigil and katana’s strapped to their sides infiltrated your village, you were on edge.

“All women who are fertile and beautiful, line up, and no, we don’t care if you’re married,” was the short, almost taunting order, and you had never felt sicker.

You were among the seventy females in your village that matched the requirement they demanded. 

Your sight was almost glued to the floor as they walked through you all, your fists grabbing your light blue kimono as the men groped the women in line, teasing the breasts of the pregnant women, rutting their poorly concealed cocks through the valley of asses, shoving between some girls thighs with loopy, proud smiles on their faces, beating any man who attempted to protect any one of their honors. 

But you were towards the end of the line, standing where they decided to save for last, and you were helpless to it all. You watched knowing that of the sixty-something women ahead of you, none of them remained. 

The whimpers, cries, and whines grew louder by your ear, your spine rigid and sore with its tightness as the girl beside you dropped to the floor in her fear. You couldn’t bother looking at her as the parting of their robes seemed to be akin to gunpowder going off in your ears. The horrified squeal on her tongue being silenced when a cock slammed through her lips, the tears pouring down her face useless, if anything, only encouraging their roughhousing. 

Your lip curled at the sound of her pathetic whining, the incessant need of her to tell them that she was not okay with this was nails on an iron plate. It annoyed you, it pissed you off.

“Look at this one,” the snickering laughter of a man breathed by your ear, instantly stilling and freezing the anger that was once radiating like fire from your chest. “She doesn’t look ashamed… she looks like she’s jealous. Maybe these common bitches do have someone good enough for Boss.”

Spluttering gasps and hiccuping cries came from the ground, and you couldn’t even bother glancing at the woman you had known all your life laying on the floor, kimono ripped open, and white, sticky cum dripping from her mouth.

���Well, there’s nothing like taking her out for a test run,” came a sleazy smile, and when two hands gripped at your clothed breasts, you didn’t so much as raise a brow at their perverted actions.

You had won in the end against them. Each perverted, twisted intention they placed against you, dirt crusted fingernails digging into your arms, purpling, throbbing cocks pressed into your backside… it hadn’t mattered.

You didn’t budge.

You didn’t cry.

You didn’t make a noise.

A simple smirk remaining on their faces at your inevitable victory against the other women in your village -- against the crying, cum stuffed women who stared at your victorious and stubborn form without a clue on how you managed.

And where did that land you?

In a room with only one window too high up for an average person to reach, white silks and fabrics adorning your body, and ceremonial ornaments in your hair.

Six women came before you, but today, you would become the seventh.

With you, there would be seven women to have wed Todoroki Enji, but you weren’t scared because you feared the fate of the six before you. No, you were much better than them; you already knew that for a fact.

The anxiety that coursed through your veins created that ice pit in your stomach came from one place and one place only.

Your cunt already sobbed at the thought of even attempting at taking his thick, veiny cock you knew was the size of your thigh later tonight.

A virgin like you had no chance of survival.

The doors to your room soon slammed open, and your back stiffened at the sight of a familiar face of an escort you had. His eyes didn’t meet yours; they were focused at the wall, his face tense and tight.

“It’s best we leave now, y/l/n, Todoroki-sama doesn’t like waiting.”

The weight of the white silk on your body felt like a brick when you stood up from your position, and you wondered if the sweat from your pits and palms would damage the kimono -- if it was noticeable. But you had a duty, and as number seven, you had no motive to be executed before even getting the chance to prove yourself.

You knew how wishes worked; the secret was in being silent about your desire… never reveal what your wish was, or the world wouldn’t grant it.

Or at least, that’s what you told yourself every time you heard the all too familiar words of: “I’ll produce a fine Todoroki heir,” through the lips of the dead and the divorced. They had spoken it to the universe, acknowledged what they needed, and the cruel world failed them each and every time.

You were so wrapped up in your thoughts, so consumed by the idea of what would happen tonight, you hardly realized that with the heaving puffing breathes you took to keep up with the man’s ridiculous strides, that you had made it to the shrine that you had been brought to wed.

But you couldn’t even take in the beauty of the shrine to your left because you were more interested in who was standing in the pathway towards the shrine.

Todoroki Enji.

He stood on the stone-paved path, his bulky, beefy arms folded across his chest, the fabric of his kimono taut and tight against his flexed muscle, and a sour frown on his face. It was as the rumors had spoken, you realized when you stopped mere strides away from your future husband, he was a man that looked both godly and cursed.

Bright red hair glistened like copper pans under the sunlight, waving and flickering like a raging fire with every small burst of wind. He stood at almost eight feet high, maybe eight feet, you had no idea. All you knew is that as your feet stumbled when getting near to this man, you were dwarfed, feeling like a child next to their father as you gazed up at his unmoving, scarred face. His eyes didn’t look down at you, but even you could see the clear, sharp blue in them, and for the first time, you questioned reality.

Was this man truly human? Was he genuinely Japanese?

Seeing him before you made your knees buckle in fear, arousal, and anticipation.

You wanted to see what had made the sixth scream to stop.

You wanted to see just what he was hiding behind the ridiculously tight fitted kimono, but your thoughts were yanked away when his hand -- no doubt bigger than your head -- pressed to space between your shoulder blades and pushed you.

“We’re on a tight schedule,” he merely growled, his eyes burning at something a million miles away, and with a small, pitiful whimper, you allowed him to lead the way.

The wedding ceremony was… odd, to say the least.

While you had never been married, you had attended a few weddings within your lifetime already, and never once had it felt so disturbing dead and raw as it had today. This Shinto ceremony, typically doused with symbolism and motifs for the greatest possible outcome for the union between you and Todoroki Enji, was stripped from the shrine walls, leaving the walls barren and cold as both he and the priest proceeded through the ceremony at breakneck speed.

It wasn’t something Enji wanted; you realized that clearly the moment he refused to meet your gaze; his blue eyes remaining on the priest.

Everything the both of you performed together was done haphazardly, the lack of symbols you had always wished to see in your wedding ceremony forgotten, undoubtedly seen as a farce by a man like Todoroki Enji, but still, your heart ached.

You hadn’t noticed when the ceremony had ended; Enji never once allowing you to move, or do anything for that matter, by yourself. There was no use in fighting against a man who’s entire hand fit around your forearm, his thumb even resting against his fingernail -- oh yes, this man was huge.

There was no telling when he paraded you through the streets of his territory, allowing you to numbly speak to the village elders, to allow your parents to press their sweaty palms to your cheeks because god, please, please survive this, their touch practically sobbed. You smiled at them, eyes numb with the reality of what this was going to be for you, but the cheerful tone on your tongue remained optimistic and bright with every passing word. 

The scornful thoughts of the sixth woman being too weak to handle Enji had dissipated, and you wondered just what the other five did to survive what you knew was a massive fucking cock hidden beneath the shrowds of his black kimono.

You would survive, you would survive, you would survive.

But far before you were ready to, you arrived back at the Todoroki front, the wooden estate standing sturdy and strong, the air of power and aura almost tangible. The samurai and clansmen who had undoubtedly awaited for you and your now-husband (that was still odd to think about) to return. Pairs of warm, weathered hands helped you from the carriage, and without so much of a whisper of thanks, they escorted you away, heads bowed at the mercy of their leader.

Once more, you were abandoned in your room.

The window no longer allowed the streaming setting sunlight in, your room was in the eastern part of the estate, and with the nighttime coming, the setting sun was merely a memory to you.

And in that room, the tiny, unspacious room that seemed much more for a prisoner than the seventh wife of Todoroki Enji, you tried not to cry.

The door slamming open hours after you had fallen asleep had taken you by surprise.

Enji had left you to your own entertainment, and long after you were served dinner, and informed that no, Todoroki-sama would not be visiting you right now because he was busy, you had sat on the bed in your silks and robes, numbly looking at the star-filled sky. Sleep was the only thing you could do, and with the last servant visit being past midnight, you took to sleep.

Except that you forgot a sparing, important detail.

This was Todoroki Enji’s world, and you were merely his legal fuckhole.

The heavy footsteps of Enji entering the room echoed in your ear, and the door closed behind him, solidifying the end of the beginning of what you once knew. 

“Seven,” he growled into the night, and your spine snapped straight.

He loomed above you, the tatami mat suddenly feeling like a brick wall against your side, and you swallowed pathetically at the way his deep, raspy voice sent shivers down your spine.

This had been the first time you had heard him speak, all other forms of communication between him and the priest and he and his clan members had been nonverbal, solely told through those piercing blue eyes that only let you dream of what he sounded like -- of what he was demanding. But you lay confused, your eyebrows scrunched at just why he had called out the number seven?

Seven what?

You twisted where you lay, your eyes meeting his own, and despite the lack of light in the room, you could see the cold, distant glint in his eyes.

“Oh good,” he mocked, his voice low and dangerous, eyes squinted in his apparent lack of approval. “You can hear.”

��S-Seven what?” you stammer, your elbow pressing into the mat, pushing you up so that you could look at your husband, uncertainty and discomfort scorching every nerve in your body. 

You didn’t know what to do.

Then, it hit you. The bitter, numbing smell of alcohol coated in a fine layer around his skin, the small puffs of angry air from his mouth letting you know that your husband was inebriated, and your throat clenched when he began to dismantle his kimono.

“T-This isn’t a good idea!” you stammer, the white silk robes you were still dressed in because they refused to allow you a set of sleeping clothes because the marriage needed to be consummated, felt stiff and not protective enough. “You won’t produce a proper heir if you’re intoxicated.”

Enji raised an eyebrow at you, and your thudding heart failed to cease as his robes hit the floor with an unceremonious thud. 

Whiskey dick wasn’t something foreign to you; the countless men you had sucked off in your time, the numerous sex stories you had been shared with always had some instance of a man getting drunk and being able to get their cock hard, but this…?

If this was Enji’s whiskey dick, you weren’t sure what to expect of his sober cock.

His cock was already hard, the veins in his cock large, plentiful, and bulging in many areas. It was thick, without a doubt thick enough where it would take both your hands to circle around his cock, and it was long, the swollen weeping tip leaking against his abdomen. His cock was magnificent yet deadly, and your pussy spasmed in fear of having that monster all twelve plus inches shoved into your virgin cunt.

“The fuck are you doing, seven?” Enji snarled, his powerful naked legs moving toward you, his feet pressing into the mat, and his hand reaching out to you. “I didn’t marry you for you to just stare at my fucking cock like some piss-shit baby.”

There was no time to panic, protest, or even prepare yourself for the sudden sharp, dull ache in your jaw when he pressed his monster cock past your chapped, chewed lips. 

Immediately, it was overwhelming.

The engorging cock had barely passed your lips, but you were already gagging against the unwelcomed size, the horrid ache sending spilling tears down your cheeks, doing nothing but annoying the man before you. His hands gripped your hair, his eyes not even bothering to look at you as he fucked your mouth.

“Stop fucking resisting,” Enji snarled, his hips coming to meet your mouth in a vicious, unpleasant snap, the head of his cock pressing down your clenched throat, and so much of his cock still remaining far from your mouth. “Take my cock like the fucking whore I know you are, seven.”

You gasp for air, but with his cock ramming further and further down your throat, the scalding heat emitting from his skin burning your throat, making you gag and choke around him in your fear. You couldn’t breathe, you realized in a panic, and your eyes widened in fear, drool and spit spilling down your chin pathetically as Enji hums contently.

“Don’t feel so scared, seven,” Enji cruelly smirked up at the ceiling, his hips lazily, sloppily, yet powerfully delivering his cock into your bulging throat. “I heard what you did to my men, how you let them fuck you however they saw fit, how you scoffed and scowled at the other pathetic weak bitches who couldn’t handle a little groping… I thought you would like this? What is it? Never had a real fucking cock before? A little whore like yourself only gotten shitty little cocks?”

Wordlessly, you begged to be shown mercy, your vision blackening as he choked out all forms of oxygen, his war weathered body unbothered by your clawing fingers on his thighs. No, you were too weak for it to hurt him.

His hands left your hair, and you collapsed back onto the bed, gasping for air, choking, and coughing for oxygen that only burned all through your system, sitting unpleasantly in your lungs while tears and saliva mixed on your throat.

“Where the fuck are do you think you’re going, seven?” Enji barked, his body suddenly looming over yours, and you felt trapped, unable to move as the mountain of a man trapped you between his sturdy arms and legs. His cock, warm and sticky with your spit and his precum, sat heavily on your stomach, the size difference between the two of you even more pronounced when the tip of his cock rested at the bottom of your ribcage. “All you did was lube up my cock for your stupid, tight pussy. Don’t think I was satisfied with that childish blowjob -- next time, if you want to cry, make sure it’s loud enough that I feel it against my cock.”

You pathetically moan at his words, the tears still falling from your eyes because your throat and jaw hurt. It hurt, it hurt, it hurt.

“Please,” you gasped as his cinder hot hands pressed to your breasts against your kimono, he quickly enveloped your tender flesh in his hands despite the fabric. “Please, no more.”

“I don’t remember this marriage being about you,” he mocked, and with no more of a glinting snarl of his mouth, he tore the kimono straight off your body. The horrified scream that left your lips was silenced by the echoing slap across your face.

Pain blistered at the side of your face, and the resulting tears couldn’t be felt against your numbed skin as Enji continued his conquest, his fingers pulling and ripping any and all fabric pressed against your body.

“Get away!” you weakly whimpered, body trembling and twisting as you attempted to escape the man looming above you, finally ridding you of all dresses, hands pressing to the back of your thighs to push you into a position that he liked. “Leave me alone, leave me alone…”

There was no fire in your words, nothing but the aching fear and undeniable terror.

But the words did nothing to Enji, who continued to move you so that your tight, virgin cunt lined up with his throbbing, red cockhead. Even like this, your face was pressed into his chest. His body unworldly larger than yours, incredibly goliath compared to you.

“You know, seven, if you keep trying to escape me and you keep trying to save yourself, then why are you so fucking wet with everything I’ve done?” he growls down at you, his piercing blue eyes staring straight through you, the tears falling down your face doing nothing but encouraging him because he was right… your cunt, just like his cock, was wet, dripping with the undeniable pleasure of this all. There was a fire, a shameful fire, in your pussy, throbbing in time with the stinging pulse in your face that begged for Enji’s cock despite it all. “You fucking tiny little slut… I can feel just how my actions -- how my words -- affect you, getting you off like a bitch in heat! Your efforts to hide it are pathetic, fucking useless.”

Pain.

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

Enji’s girth was overwhelming, nearly splitting your shuddering tight walls while he buried his cock entirely within you. Nausea builds in the back of your throat, a soundless shriek breaking past your bleeding lips, your hips bucking in their relentless attempt to adjust to the way that he was splitting your walls in two, and your face flushed in pain and lust press into his chest, the only part of him you could touch. 

Fuck, fuck, “fuck!” you cried, fat and painful tears pushing past your eyes, dripping down the apples of your cheeks while Enji sighed at the feeling of your hot cunt against his cock, blood seeping out of your pussy in such a pretty way he couldn’t help but smile.

“You’ve got a really tight cunt,” he observes, his hips slamming against you without warning, his mind only caring about him, setting off another round of painful screams while he situates within you. “Mhm, this is nice. A tight, young pussy always means a good womb, you’ll give me the heir I need… I’ll make sure to fuck you full of my cum.”

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

Pain.

Pain.

Pain.

“Hey.” SLAP. Your head snapped to the side, a burning, stinging pain on your cheek, alerting you that your eyes were closed. Your piqued breathing spluttered and so spaced between it was as if you were having some sort of asthma attack. Enji looked down at you, blue eyes burning demonly down at you (you wondered if this was the same look those who survived to see him on the battlefield claimed he had), his lips curled into an unapproving snarl while his hands pushed at the bottom of your knees. You pressed further into the tatami, the angle of penetration only furthering with your desperate screams to be gentler. “Shut the hell up, you’re annoying me with all this fucking screaming. Don’t waste my time.”

You whimper loudly, the feeling of his forcibly moving hips not becoming any easier on you, no longer a wave of intensive horrifying pain, but still a throbbing pain than had your fingernails cutting into his skin. “You have to be gentler! Be gentler, please be gentler! You’re so much bigger than me!!! My pussy can’t… my pussy can’t handle this!”

The fabric of the kimono under your body seared with heat when Enji shoved you further onto the mat, your legs twitching almost pathetically around his waist while your sight nearly blackened with his next action. He slammed your knees into the mat, increasing the angle of his penetration by a tenfold, sending you into another round of howling pain and pleasure as his cock slammed into your cervix -- bruising and scalding your puffy, sensitive walls with every powerful thrust. With his drilling hips and snarling speed, your screams and shouts of pain and pleasure and fear were cut off by an enormous fist around your neck, and his voice echoed from above you.

“Didn’t your dad teach you fucking whore to be quiet, seven?” Enji hisses, his thick hand clenching around your neck. Oxygen refused to flow to your lung, you went light-headed and limp, choking noises emitting from you while he continued to slam his cock in you, your clenching and splitting walls unable to keep up with the speed of the esteemed nobleman of Japan. “You’re my breeding whore, do you understand? You have no value to me except to be breed, to be full of my cum, to carry my child. You are nothing more than an object. Do. You. understand?”

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

“Y-Yes!” you choke on your tongue.

“Repeat it!”

“I’m your breeding whore! Fill me with your cum, I wanna… fuck, I w-wanna carry your children! I’m your object, I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours!”

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

“Shit, such a filthy fucking cunt you have,” he groans, your walls spasming against him with his wild, obscene thrusts. He moves his hands further up your legs so that they press against your knees, your legs then wrap around his body, shaking as he makes no effort to slow in his advances, your finger drawing blood from where they raked down his back because he was burning an outline of your body into the mat. Your strangled scream goes unnoticed by Enji, a desperate plea for him to be softer.

But he wasn’t someone who cared.

You were only here to be bred, to give him a son, the strongest son the entire country of Japan -- nay, the world -- has ever seen.

Pathetically, your hips attempt to rise up to meet him, a prayer that it would ease this brutal force he was using. It was too much -- his cock easily overpowering your throbbing cunt.

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

His fingers gouge into your skin, and you cry his name like a hopeful prayer as he is fueled by your appraisal, your breath hot and sticky between the valley of his chest. Your tongue pressing against his skin akin to some infant looking to suck their mothers tit.

The force in which Enji slammed his hips to meet yours. Above your ear, the growling pants that mocked you for enjoying this demeaned you for thinking you were anything more than his breeding whore sent a liquid fire that could never match the heat of a conflagration to your core. When your head smashed against the mat because you could no longer keep your head up. 

“That’s fucking right,” he laughs, drool pouring past your lips with your mindless babble, your eyes fluttering closed. Pleasure drowned in pain sobs expelled from your lips, invigorating something powerful within the entire family who watches on with impatient stares at the sight of your squeezing cunt around Eniji’s cock. “Take my fucking cock, bitch, don’t fucking pass out yet, we’re far from over.”

Enji was raw power, destruction, and strength. He pistoled into your sobbing core with the intent of getting his sperm into your cunt, to get his sperm that would get him a son into you, other than that, he was uncaring, unmotivated by your pathetic whining and crying. Your thrashing and wailing do not stop Enji, nor do they lessen the pace and the force he’s settled in as the floor begins to creak with every powerful thrust.

“I needa — holy shit, r-right there! M-More, more, more, more--”

“What? Do you need to come already, seven?” Enji mocks you pushing up off you so his back is curved, and your body so small underneath him. “Do you really think I’ll let you cum before me?”

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

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

Enji all but laughs into your ear, his hand moving from pressing onto the tatami mat and pushing into your opened mouth, pressing onto your tongue. “Suck my fingers like a good whore, show me that you’re not gonna disappoint me. Suck my fingers.” you sob in the thought, not because you’re fearful of disappointing the man, but because the feeling of his fingers in your mouth makes your cunt throb ludicrously, your tongue desperately wrapping around the appendages, pushing through the space of his fingers. “I’m going to fill you up so good, breeding whore. You’ll be leaking my cum for days. I’m going to make sure you carry the Todoroki gene, and I hope that it’s my son you carry.”

The words incite clenching heat in your core, your lips unable to form anything but a weak, pitiful moan because the thought of being filled to the max with Todoroki cum makes your mind spin. More, you want to milk them all dry. You want nothing more than that. With a ragged breath, a consecutive full thrust that sends his cock slamming against your cervix, Enji cums fully within you. His load is long and heavy, your belly feeling like it’s bulging when he finally emerges from your cunt. His once hard cock limping in his hands while you lay there defeated, his and your intermixed cum spilling from your pulsing cunt. 

Your mouth opened, sobbing at his absence, a need for him to return despite your core's undeniable tremor and ache. He’s off your body as well, and oxygen floods your lungs in dizzying and shallow pants, your vision fuzzies out, and you stare almost brokenly at the window painted with the rising morning sun.

Your room was in the east wing, after all.

You didn’t even protest when he pressed a smooth wooden plug into your cunt to “ensure you were bred to succession.”

He would soon leave your room, stumbling out with a drunken hiccup, leaving you to lay on a once white kimono… a once white kimono drenched in cum, blood, sweat, and tears.

You wouldn’t know until two weeks later, but Todoroki Enji had succeeded in breeding you, and you would eventually lay in a birthing room with blood and sweat and tears soaking your skin as a silent baby boy was placed in your arms.

“And what will his name be?” the midwife asked, her eyes wide with joy for you and Enji.

“...Shouto.”

[lunanight2012]

A Tale as Old as Time? Pt 4

Yep, got this part done early! I’m very proud of myself!

Anyways, enjoy!

Warning: mentions of self harm, death, mentions of possible suicide.

~~~~~~3rd person POV~~~~~~~~~~

Two weeks ago Luna was brought back to the school. Two weeks and she stabilized but hasn't woken up.

Harry was told that she was in a coma. He was devastated, he spent three days locked up in their room with Gil and Uma being the only two people allowed to enter, (well and Chad). By day four he was starting to revert back into his old thieving days. He was threatening people and pick pocketing others. 

Not even Gil and Uma were doing that anymore. Two weeks before Harry got new information on Luna.

"What?!?" He all but growled.

"Her soul isn't in her body. But she's not dead. Her soul has been captured. It appears that the branding on her back was enchanted with a spell that activated once the original spell disappeared." The head nurse explained.

Harry walked over to Luna's bedside. She looked more like sleeping beauty, with the harry hook plush in her arms. He gently moved a strand of her hair out of her eyes.

"Don't worry Love. I'll bring you back." Harry whispered, kissing her forehead before he grabbed his hook and headed to his room. 

Changing his outfit, Gil noticed all the fresh cuts. "You know, Luna isn't going to be too happy when she sees what you've been doing to yourself." Gil stated from his bed.

"I will worry about that after I get her soul back. Come on. Your comin too, we gotta go get the girls." Harry stated changing into his pirate's garb.

Mal, Ben, Gil, Uma, Harry, Evie, Jay, and Carlos all made their way towards the Isle. Stopping at the Auradon side of the bridge.

"Hold up. I'm gunna do a Dragon-fly over." Mal stated before purple smoke surrounded her as she transformed into a dragon.

She took off flying over the Isle. After 10 minutes of flying she detransformed and landed in Ben's arms.

"I saw him. But that's not possible." Mal stated once on her feet.

"No it is. That man was stubborn, is stubborn. I'm going to make sure he stays dead this time." Harry stated, running the inner curve of his hook along his sword's blade.

"Let's go then. We don't have time to waste. We need to get Luna's soul back." Mal stated as the group headed down the bridge towards the Isle.

Harry clenched his hook, pissed at his father for many reasons. Hurting Luna, kidnapping her, surviving, and kidnapping her soul. He was going to make sure his father stayed dead this time, no matter what. 

Uma frowned at Harry. Hoarry, you ok? You better not do anything reckless. I don't wanna be the one to tell Luna that you died getting her soul back from your father." Uma stated, seriousness in her voice. "I know you've been 'playing' with the tip of your hook but I don't want to be the one that has to deal with the side effects of you dying."

Harry nodded as they got to the tunnel. "Everyone ready?"

Everyone nodded, and thus the group headed through the tunnel that lead to the dock where the Jolly Roger sat.

Once the teens exited the tunnel, a maniacal laughter sounded throughout the dock. 

"WeLcOmE yOuNg OnEs~~~!" A maniacal voice stated. 

Everyone turned their heads towards the abandoned ship. Stepping into view was Captain Hook, but his hair was a disaster, his clothes disheveled, and he held Ursula's shell necklace which glowed brightly. 

"YoU fInAlLy ArRiVeD~~~!" He exclaimed with a maniacal chuckle.

"Give me back her soul you rat bastard!" Harry shouted as he walked down the dock till he reached the bridge that lead to the dock.

"NoW wHy WoUlD i Do ThAt~~?" Captain Hook questioned, tilting his head in an almost unnatural way.

Uma placed her hand on Harry's shoulder. "Something's not right, the dock is too quiet." Uma stated, grabbing her sword.

The group followed in suit. harry kept his eyes on his father. 

"Bring it on old man! I'm not afraid of you anymore!" Harry exclaimed, his accent thick.

"Oh ReAlLy~? We ShAlL sEe AbOuT tHaT~~!" Captain Hook laughed maniacally as a giant octopus breached out of the water.

"The kraken!!" Jay exclaimed.

"No, it's Ursula!" Mal and Uma exclaimed in unison.

The two looked at each other and nodded. "We'll handle Ursula, you guys take care of him and his goons." Mal stated as she transformed into a dragon and Uma dove into the water and transformed. 

Harry never broke eye contact with his father, not that he thinks of that man as his father. He ran towards him sword ready to fight.

Hook met Harry's attack full on. The two fought it out. Harry managed to steal the shell necklace from Hook. Taking a few steps back he put the necklace on, gasping a bit he began fighting again.

~~~~~~~~~Luna's POV~~~~~~~

Where am I? What happened? Huh?

I was fighting Hook? That's not possible…. Wait that's not my arm.

'Harry?' 

The arm stuttered for a second. I watched Hook get a bit further away.

'Luna????' A new voice sounded.

'Harry?? Is that you? W-where am I?' 

'I believe your in me head, love.' Harry thought back.

'Watch out! Hook's running at us!' I exclaimed, causing Harry to block his father's attack.

'Harry fuckin Hook, you better win!' I exclaimed.

~~~~~~3rd person POV~~~~~~~~

Harry smirked as he began to fight with all his might against his father. The group fought for what felt like hours before Harry finally managed to plunge his sword into his father's heart.

Mal and Uma had turned Ursula into crocodile food, and the rest of the gang had finished off the goons. Harry was grateful that Smee wasn't around, he knew Smee was a good guy.

The group met back up at the docks. 

"So did you get her soul back?" Uma asked.

"Ye, it's in here," Harry gestured to the necklace, "and she's in here." He pointed to his head.

"What?" The group questioned.

That's when Harry made the most girly giggle ever.

"Hi guys! Oh wow, this feels weird. Never thought I'd become my boyfriend, literally!" Luna said through Harry.

Everyone blinked then hugged Harry.

"Luna you're ok!"

"Girl we missed ya so much!"

""Let me breathe!!' Luna exclaimed with a chuckle, her voice taking on a bit of Harry's accent.

The group released her. "So is anyone gunna explain what's going on? Why am I in Harry's body, and why does my chest hurt so much, oh hey~~!" Luna smiled, holding up Harry's Hook. 

"Luna, we will explain everything once we get you back into your own body." Mal explained with a smile.

"Ok, imma go back inside and let Harry take over." Luna stated, closing Harry's eyes.

Suddenly Harry's eyes reopened and he groaned. "Yea thats hard to do." He groaned rubbing his head.

"Come on lover boy, let's get your girl back to her body." Uma chuckled.

The group headed back to Auradon, where Fairy Godmother, Ben, and Chad were all waiting for them.

Harry groaned and suddenly Luna was present, running to Chad and hugging him. 

"Chad!"

Chad was stick straight, confused.

"What happened to Harry?" Ben asked, wrapping his arms around his fiance.

"That is Luna. Her soul is in Ursula's necklace, and somehow she's able to talk through Harry." Mal explained as she leaned into her fiance.

"Lu? Why are you inside of Harry??" Chad asked, worried.

"Not sure, no one will explain anything." Luna pouted.

"Luna my dear, I think it's time to give Harry his body back." Fairy Godmother stated with a smile.

Luna sighed, releasing her brother and stepping back she closed her eyes.

Harry groaned as he came back. "I love her but she needs to stop that." Harry groaned, rubbing his temples, one with his hand, the other with the curve of his hook.

"Come on young ones, let's go." 

The group followed Fair Godmother to the infirmary, where Luna was asleep.

Once there Luna peeked at herself through Harry's eyes.

'..... I don't see what you see in me Harry….. I'm ugly…..' Luna thought, sadness in her tone.

Harry frowned as he gently moved a strand of her hair that was in her face.

'Yer the most beautiful person I've ever laid eyes on, Love. Don't you ever think differently.' Harry thought back with a smile.

"Alright, so we need to get her soul out of the necklace and into her body. But how??" Uma questioned out loud.

"Fairy Godmother do you know of a way?" Carlos asked, all eyes now on her.

"Hmmm, I don't have my wand so I cannot perform any spells but Mal why don't you give it a good old Bibbidi bobbidi boo!" Fairy Godmother winked.

Mal nodded as Ben stepped back, holding out her hands, her eyes glowed a brilliant green. Harry reluctantly removed the necklace, causing Luna's soul to leave him.

"Let this soul and body reunite, to let these lovers unite!" Mal enchanted as a light came out of the shell and went inside Luna's chest.

Mal's eyes darkened as Luna sat up, eyes shot open.

~~~~~~~~~~~Luna's POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I looked around the room, confused. How did I get back to Auradon? Last thing I remembered was being in my bedroom with Harry in Charming Castle.

"W-What's g-going o-on" I stuttered out, my throat feeling dry and scratchy.

Harry immediately got me a cup of water, handing it to me. I downed it.

"What is the last thing you remember?" Fairy Godmother asked me.

"I was at Charmington castle in my bedroom, it was night time, and I had my recurring nightmare, I got up and played with Harry's Hook and…. Now I'm here." I explained.

I looked over at Harry, frowning, I pulled him down so he was at my eye level. Placing my hands on either side of his face I examined it.

"Harry Hook, why do you have scars on your face? And why do you look like you haven't slept in a long time?" I asked him, seriousness dripping in my voice.

Harry frowned but leaned into my touch. "Love, ye have been asleep for two weeks. Ye almost died in my arms. That drove me mad not getting to hold ye in my arms. Ye are my rock. My stable ground here in Auradon." Harry explained, tears streaming down his face.

Shock filled my expression, before fondness took over. I gently wiped away his tears.

"My sweet pirate. I'm sorry I caused you so much pain. But I'm back, and I have no plans to leave you, ever. Because I love you Harry. I love you so much. And it pains me to see you hurting yourself." I stated, leaning towards him so our foreheads touched.

"We'll give you two a moment alone together." Fairy Godmother smiled, getting everyone else out of the room, leaving me and Harry alone.

"Harry, what else happened?" I asked once I was sure everyone was gone.

"It took me two weeks to figure out your soul was in my father's possession." Harry spoke, anger hinting in his voice.

"Of course it was him….. I never told you about my recurring nightmare, your father was in it, every night I would go to sleep and he would be there on his ship, telling me that I would go to his soon. I-I've had this nightmare since you rescued me from him the first time. The mark on my back was cursed." I rambled on in explanation.

"W-what?" Harry stuttered, listening to my story.

"I learned that after a week of the nightmare. It made sense as to why the mark wouldn't heal ...wait is he??" I asked, shaking a little.

"He's dead. Actually dead. I made sure of that. Uma and Mal took care of Ursula too." Harry explained gently taking my hand in his.

"Good." I stated as my shaking stopped. 

"Alright missy. I need to see one more thing. Create a fire in your hand." Harry stated.

I nodded and held up my gloved hand and a light blue flame appeared, but this time it was adjourned with a tint of red. I blinked before looking at Harry and smiling.

"It's blue and red! Our colors!" I giggled, putting out the fire.

My stomach growled loudly at that, causing me to blush.

"Come on my love. Let's get some food in you." Harry chuckled, picking me up bridal style, causing me to have a giggle fit.

Laying my head on his chest I smiled.

"I love you my pirate!" I smiled.

"I love you my Cindy!" Harry responded, kissing the top of my head.

Don’t worry, this story isn’t over. Not even close ;)

[the-skooma-den]

And here is the Lovely Nia, Also known as my Vestiges little sister. Full profile under the read more

and here is a link to the profiles of the other Latona siblings

Name: Ceryneian “Nia” (Latona) Camoran

Age: 23 at the beginning of the plot. I imagine the total of the main game and DlC are about 3 or 4 years so by the beginning of Elsweyr she’s about 26 or 27

Race: Bosmer. Her father was an Altmer and her maternal Grandfather was an Imperial, though she takes a decent amount from her Father. Hence her goldenish skin and her deep blue green eyes.

Class: Warden, emphasis on the Animal companions

Personality: A arrogant and boastful young woman. She takes her status as nobility seriously and tends to look down on “commoners”. She’s on the condescending side of things for sure.

She has the same temper and stubbornness as her sister and will hold a grudge for any insult, real or perceived.

That being said she is far less drawn to violence then her sister, and is far more honorable and noble. She may look down on “commoners” but she takes her duty to protect them very seriously and her first question in any military or political plan is “how will this affect my people?”.

Backstory:

The younger sister/ cousin of The Vestige, Ava (known by most as Syke). Born of a very short relationship between Lara Latona and an unnamed Altmer.

She was only about 5 when Ava’s parents were killed and she remembers very little of them, enough to be sad when thinking of them at least. She also remembers her mom and grandmothers constant, loud, arguments and the fact that they increased 10 fold after the death of Ava’s parents.

She does not however, remember much of living in Valenwood. After the death of Ava’s parents, taking Ava in, and the arguments with her grandmother, Lara decided to leave Valenwood with both the girls and go to her own hometown of Anvil, and that's where Nia remembers living the most.

When she was around 10 or so Ava brought home some orphan Khajiit kid she found on a job in Elsweyr and her mother’s kind of a softie. So the khajiit, named Thera, ended up her older adopted brother. Her, Thera and Ava were thick as thieves, but her and Thera were especially  close. Both were very loved by their family, but both felt like outsiders for different reasons.

Much like her cousin (who her mother basically adopted when she was orphaned, hence her usually being referred to as her sister) she was raised among the Dark Brotherhood, literally toddling around the sanctuaries. Unlike her sister she didn’t take to the brotherhood nearly as much. Nia found herself wandering among the towns of Anvil and Kvatch or in the nearby wilderness and also unlike her sister made friends outside of the brotherhood. She found herself disagreeing more and more with what the brotherhood taught and came to value life for its intrinsic value and wanted to protect it.

She was also extremely taken with tales of royalty and nobility, mainly with her own family. The older she got the more baffling it was to her that none of her immediate family had any interest in it. That her Uncle and mother denied it, that grandmother and aunt ran from it and that her sister actually resented it, she couldn’t understand why. To be in charge simply because of her own bloodline, to be allowed to actually change the rules and make things better? That sounded amazing to her. The living in the lap of luxury thing was just a bonus.

The brotherhood usually wouldn’t allow someone so young to join but they allowed her sister to join at 15 simply because she was basically a member anyway, they offered the same to Nia when she was 15, but she already had other ideas.

Short version? She faked her own death. Really convincingly. And then ran off to Valnewood. She stole some official birth certificates and such and between that and the fact she looks JUST like her grandmother (Nia has her horns) it wasn’t to hard to convince the King of Valenwood that she is in fact his great niece and since he has no kids suffice to say she in now real damn close to inheriting the throne in Valenwood.

After a couple years she was officially announced to the general public and she came out with some official statements. Mostly putting down her family completely. Putting her grandmother down for running away from her own duties to the throne in Valenwood and marrying some Imperial noble and disappearing completely after he died.  Her mother and Uncle for ignoring and denying their thrones in both the Gold Coast and Valenwood, and her adopted sister for the same.

She gracefully left out a few things that might damage her own reputation, namely anything to do with the dark brotherhood. But she also left out some choice details about her Uncles wife (ava’s mother) and that she was Abnur Tharns daughter. That her uncle was a bastard and her Grandmothers whole affair with the Khajiit were left out entirely as well.

The Latona family was already sort of a joke among Tamrielic Nobility (mostly among Imperial nobility and any noble families that had any real stake among Imperial politics). By most they were thought of as harmless and not even a threat, mocked for their refusal to the throne. Now they were actual outcasts.

This was of course the first Lara and her siblings had heard from her for years and they were...unhappy. To say the least. But they figured that if that’s where Nia wanted to be, if thats what made her happy and if she really hated them that much. They weren’t going to drag her back.

But the years past as they do and while Nia never once regretted leaving, she did come to regret how she did it and how she destroyed her family name. She was to prideful to ever come out at really apologize, but it did weigh on her and she did stop saying those things.Toning down what she had already said, and emphasizing the good parts of her family. It was to late really, but she tried her best.

When the 3 banners war started she dedicated herself to the Dominion. She wholeheartedly believed in the Queen and her cause, and if nothing else believes that working with the Dominion would end best for Valenwood.

Main plot

She was about 23 when the main plot started

She was of course surprised when the Queens best agent Razum-dar came up and perfectly described her sister not only in appearance but in personality including details that she never told anyone, and then asked if she like to see her.

She agreed as was excited to finally see her sister again for the first time in almost 10 years, she desperately wanted to apologize and was extremely put out to say the least when Ava’s first reaction was to knock her ass out without being able to say one word.

Pissed off enough that she ended up telling Razum-dar everything about Her and Ava’s shared past with the brotherhood and that ended up with some drama better detailed in Ava’s profile. But suffice to say that Raz was angry, Ava was angrier and Ayrenn already knew.

Once she calmed down enough and heard Ava’s side of the story, she decided. Alright, If Ava (or Syke as the Dominion crew had taken to calling her) wasn’t going to forgive her she was going to earn it, whether Ava wanted her to. She started following Ava around and assisting her with the main Dominion Quest after that

Ava tried to lose her, but between the years of assassin training and years of hunting in Valenwood, Nia’s damn hard to shake when she wants to be.

Her reunion with her adopted brother, Jo’Thera,in the later half of the Valenwood questline isn’t any less hostile, but it's less violent and far more scathing. When she left Thera and Ava really only had each other and became extremely close, they kinda left her behind. It’s the first time it really hits her how much she hurt them and the whole family.

The plot goes on and her and Jo’Thera are left behind when Ava goes into Cold Harbor, and they reconcile with each other somewhat. Not completely yet. But it starts at least.

How she goes through the DLC is gonna be covered in another post

[bitsfordays]

Work Visits

Another part to my nurseydex children series! Ive offically deemed this Au “Things That Stop You Dreaming” and it can be found on AO3 under that title!

Enjoy Addy being cute af, plus an introduction to Bella! 

(pst, i posted this in two parts on AO3 but yall will get it all in one bc im lazy)

“Daddy, are we there?”

Derek sighed and looked at his daughter for probably the seventh time in the last 10 minutes he's been driving. This was the seventh time she asked.

“Addison, I know you have the route to the rink memorized, so I know that you know that we are literally in the arena parking lot. You don't have to antagonize me.”

Addison gave what could only be described as a shit-eating grin from her spot in the back seat. She swung her legs happily. “I know Daddy, but Papa says that I should mess with you more often. He says its funny”

Derek was going to kill his husband.

He pulled into one of the parking spots reserved for players families and shut off the car. He turned around so he could make proper eye contact with his daughter.

“Okay Addison, Papa is playing against Uncle Jack tonight. Uncle Bitty was in town already for his book tour and so he brought Bella with him and we’ll be sitting with them in the family section. Do you remember the rules for when Uncle Jack plays against Papa?”

“Boo when Papa gets checked but don't cheer if someone on Uncle Jacks team gets checked, unless it's by Papa.” Addison explained neatly.

“Anything else?”Derek prompted.

“Don't curse?”

Derek couldn't help but laugh. Addison had learned her fair share of curse words, despite only being 6 years old. It's what happened when a child had an uncle whose name was literally Shitty.

“Not quite, lovely but that's a good one. I was actually going for ‘don't heckle Uncle Jack.’ He needs to stay concentrated on the game ”

“Oh.” Addison shrugged her little shoulders. “I can do that. Can we go inside now?”

Derek laughed. “Yes, Addy. We can.”

They got out of the car and made their way inside, not even bothering to wave their passes at the security guards, who they knew by name and had for years now. They went to their seats in the family section, directly behind the glass and found their family already there.

“Bella!” Addison tore her hand from Derek's and ran to greet her best friend/pseudo-cousin. They hugged tightly in the way that only young kids could.

Bella was a year older than Addison but that didn't stop them from being as thick as thieves. They lived three hours apart so they didn't see each other often but they adored each other just the same. Bella was more soft spoken than Addison was,

“Nursey!” Bitty grinned and pulled Derek into a tight hug.

“Hey Bits.” Derek laughed and hugged the other man back, just as tight. “How was the book tour?”

“Oh, you would not believe...”Bitty launched into a story about his time touring for his newest cookbook and Derek let his thoughts drift as Bitty rambled on.

“Oh, there they are!” Bella interrupted her father, pointing down at the ice as the players skated on for warm ups.

Jack and Will  were both easy to spot. Even from under his helmet, Will’s ginger hair was easy to spot, just as Jacks distinctive blue eyes were easy to spot behind his face guard.

“Papa!” Addison jumped up and down in front of the glass and waved her arms furiously. “Papa! Papa, over here!”

Derek could see Will’s grin from the other side of the ice. Will waved at his daughter, who waved back energetically. Derek could see Jack’s shoulders shake as he laughed and saw Jacks mouth move in some chirp. Will grinned and said something back before they skated their separate ways to warm up with their teams.

Addison kept waving her arms, trying to catch her father's attention again until Derek had to put a stop to it. “Add,let Papa warm up in peace. You dont want to throw him off his game, do you?”

“Its preseason, Daddy, it doesn't effect the season.” Addison responded, not looking away from the ice. Bitty chuckled from his seat.

“Addison. Leave him be until after the game, okay? Then you can harass him as much as you want.”

“Fiiiiiineeeee.” Addison backed away from the glass and sat down between Derek and Bella with a pout but Derek couldn't help but chuckle. There were times where he wanted to do the same thing.

Addison kept pouting and Derek took pity on her. “Hey Addy, how about you tell Uncle Bitty how your skating classes have been going? Im sure he would love to hear about them.”

Addison perked up immediately and Derek smiled.

This was going to be a good evening.

Rangers beat the Falconers 4-3, with Dex getting the game winning goal at the end of the 3rd period. Jack clapped Will on the shoulder during the handshaking and from the stands, Derek could see him say something and Will laughed before they both went on to shake more hands.  

They met Dex outside of the Rangers locker room. He was sweaty and gross but he still beamed when he saw his husband and daughter. It made Dereks heart do flips, the same way it did when they met in college.

“Papa!” Addison tore her hand from Dereks and did a flying leap towards her father. Will dropped his hockey bag to open his arms as his daughter slammed into his chest. “Hi Papa! You played really good tonight!”

“Thanks baby.” Will hugged her tightly. “Did you enjoy watching the game with Uncle Bitty and Bella?”

“Yeah! Did you know Bella is taking figure skating classes? Im gonna have her show me all the stuff shes learning there and Ill teach her everything Im learning in my hockey skating class!”

“Thats wonderful, Addy-Girl.” Will smiled. He set her down and looked over at Derek. “Hey babe. Did you enjoy the game?”

“You know I did.” Derek smiled and kissed Will on the cheek. “Nice check on Jack during the 2nd. Had him rattled for a second there.”

Will shrugged. “He got me back in the 3rd, twice as hard. I felt my brain rattle.”

Derek frowned. “How's your head?”

“It's fine, Der. They got me all checked out and I'm fine.”

“Good. I like you better with your brain intact.”

“Same.”

“Quit being gross!” Addison jabbed Will in the leg to get his attention.

“Ow, Addison. That's not how you get people's attention.” Will chided.

“Sorry. Can we go see Uncle Jack and Bitty and Bella now?” Addison said.

“Sure. Lead the way.” Derek said.

Addison lead them around to the visitors lockers, just in time to run into Jack, Bitty and Bella, who was currently asleep on Jacks back.

“Nice game, Cap.” Derek said with a smirk.

Jack sighed. “I havent been your captain in over a decade, Nurse. Please stop.”

“Ah, but you were the best one Ive ever had. Sorry Bits.”

Bitty and Jack both rolled their eyes.

“We would love to stay and chat with you two but we gotta get headed towards the airport.” Bitty said. “Especially since Bells already asleep. Shes been up since 6am with me and is just bone tired.”                                                             

“Okay Bits. We’ll see you in a few weeks for the Falconers home opener. Wanna get dinner before hand, while our husbands do their thing?”

“Sure. We’ll see you then. Have a safe flight you three.”

“See yall later!”

The Zimmermann-Bittles walked away, leaving the Poindexter-Nurses on their own. Addison tugged on Dereks hand. “Are we gonna go home now?”

Will grabbed Addison's free hand and smiled. “Yes, Addy-Girl. Home for now.”

“Okay.” Addison gave a tired smile. “It was a good game, Papa.”

“Thanks baby.”

Together, the three of them left the area at the end of another good day.

Derek Poindexter-Nurse hates writing. Its difficult, its time consuming and tedious to do. He hates writing with an undeniable, fiery passion.

Which is why he does it for a living. Obviously.

When it comes to writing, Derek’s been lucky. Hot got published only a few years after college and he quickly made it onto the bestseller list. He has hordes of teenage fans who would probably commit many crimes if he asked them to, all of them clamoring for another installment, another book, another bonus story, another anything. He could give them a five hundred word shit stain and most of them would probably be content. Literally anything.

Which is of course, how Derek found himself holding down the ‘H’ key for ten minutes, thumping his head continuously on his desk, as if that will make the ideas come faster. Usually when Derek gets into a slump like this, he just goes and talks to Will but its early May and the Stanley Cup playoffs are looming in front of the Rangers, so Will’s at practice and will be for another four hours, meaning that Derek is stuck stewing in his own mind indefinitely.

Indefinitely doesnt last for long. Dereks stewing is interrupted by a knock on his study door and it being pushed open to reveal Addison in all of her 13 year old glory.

“Are you okay Dad?” Addison said, looking at her father with a mixture of concern and vague disgust.

“No.” Derek sighed. He thumped his head aginst the wood again.

“Um..” Addison walkedd ina nd leaned against the desk where Derkes head currently was. “Maybe stop hitting your head against the desk? I dont think getting a concussion would be very good for you. Besides, Papa’s gotten enough for the both of you.”

Derek leveled a glare at his daughter but he lifted his head off the desk and sat up. He rubbed the red mark on his forehead. “Ive gotten my fair share of concussions too, ya know. I did play hockey for a lot time.”

“I know, I know, all im saying is that Papa had a concussion like, a month ago. “ Addison shrugged. “So his might be a little more relevant.”

It was true. Will had gotten a harsh check and was out of the game for a while because of it. It was rough on all three of them, just as it always was whenever Will got hurt during games. It always made Derek worry, usually about how much longer Will could play in the NHL or if they should continue letting Addison play in her junior league. It sent his head in swirls and him and Bitty and Caitlin have spent hours talking about the stress of being married to three of the top players in the NHL. And Derek knew that their children have had similar conversations about being the children of NHL stars.

“Dad? Hello?” Addison waved her hand in front of Derek's face to get his attention. “You still with me or did you actually give yourself self a concussion? Do I need to drive you to the hospital?”

“You can't drive yet, Addison. You're 13.”

“I know but I figured that if you had a concussion you would let me try anyways.” Addison grinned.

“And that's where you're wrong.”  

“Worth a shot. So what's wrong?”

Derek let out a long sigh. “Writing is hard, Addy. Don't do it. It isn't a viable career. “

“I mean, it wasnt on my list. I was more thinking hockey.”

“Huh?” Derek stared at his daughter and his heart thumped extra hard. “Really?”

“Well, yeah.” Addison shrugged. “Its what makes sense and I like it a lot. Is there…..something wrong with that?”

Derek let out a breath. The idea of his daughter, his pride and joy, one of the two most important people in his life, playing a dangerous game that both him and his husband loved made him feel nauseous. He knew first hand how dangerous the game was and while he knew that Addison took after her fathers in her love for the game, part of Derek wished that she didnt.

“Just..be careful.” Derek said carefully. He didnt want to admit to her how much it scared him. “You have time to decide. Most kids your age have no idea what they want to do. But, me and Papa will support you no matter what, okay?”

“Okay Daddy.” Addison leaned over and hugged him tightly. Derek hugged her back, putting all of his concerns and hopes into that hug.

“So, how can I help you get past your writing block right now?” Addison asked, pulling away from the hug.

Derek glanced at his laptop, which was just showing a word document full with the letter “H”. An idea tickled at the back of his brain. Something about an over-do meeting between a main character and their parent. A nice conversation about fears. Derek grinned

“You've already have.”

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beach boy jungkook 🌊

1.4k - swearing - fluff

inspired by this tweet

you meet at your job at the local convenience store because you’re put in charge of the interviews for some awful reason

and you look at his resume and you’re like ‘okay’ and he walks in and you’re like ‘oKay’ and then he interacts with this little kid buying gummy worms and you’re like ‘OKAY‘

He gets the job

you make him call you something extra and professional like ‘miss manager’

but once he gets closer to you the formalities fall away

and so it goes from ‘miss manager’ to ‘manager lord supreme of the chips isle’

and eventually you two exchange numbers, you know, in case one of you needs to cover the other’s shift

sure

yeah

THATS why you gave him your number

anyways, he sends you a meme on accidental purpose and then it’s a fun banter back and forth

it never ends, it’s either you two are nit picking at the way the boxes were stacked in the back or you’re straightening up the isles talking about how you fit in the world (or don’t)

so one day jungkook’s like alright I’m heading home and you mention you’re gonna walk home and he’s like ????????

‘I have a car’

JUNGKOOK YOU LITTLE SHIT IVE BEEN WALKING HOME FOR A MONTH NOW

he gives you a little shrug and a smile, you can tell he didn’t know because of the color that rises to his cheeks and the top of his ears

‘lemme make it up to you then, we go home together from now on and we will do a beach day’

Jungkook it’s the middle of winter

he’s like ‘yeah I know that but maybe we can do it eventually’

he jokes with you and from then on he takes you home

so now it’s been a couple months

and you two are as thick as thieves

it’s almost a problem for Namjoon because he can’t tell if you’re a good or bad influence on Jungkook

but you have nice manners and bring him home in one piece so it’s decent

summer finally rolls around and it’s been a boring day, no customers and you had to deal with a few products coming in which meant inventory and a bunch of other stuff that makes your brain melt out of your head

and you’re driving home with Jungkook but

this isn’t the way home

Jungkook what are you doing

Jungkook this isNT THE WAY HOME BOY IK YOURE DUMB BUT NOT THAT DUMB

and he’s just chuckling a little as he pats your thigh, the other hand gripped tight on the wheel

‘I know where I’m going- and yes it’s not your house’

so you try not to be too weird about him making a detour

‘hey pea for a brain i hope you know you’re literally kidnapping me’

and he laughs with you and shoves your shoulder playfully

‘You love me and we both know you would follow me anywhere’

there’s a pause in the flow of the conversation as his words sink in

‘.... fuck you’re right that’s so sTUPID’

it’s just more laughter and cursing and fighting over what playlist you should listen to in the car (you win because Jungkook won at already stealing you away from your home)

and then you turn a corner and it’s right there in front of you

the beach

oh my god

he parks his car and his hand slips up to massage the back of his neck, a habit that you’ve noticed is when he’s nervous

‘remember when I first started driving you home? I said we would go to the beach... so surprise~’

he’s all nervous and cute but you’re halfway out the door already

‘kook last one to the water pays for ice cream later’

and ZOOM he’s gone, his smile broad as his shoulders

he’s hopping around midway to the water, trying to yank his shoes off but he ends up falling over, and with that you take the advantage and force yourself to move as fast as possible

and you’re at the edge of the shore, merely a few footsteps away from where the water breaks

suddenly a pair of strong arms wrap around your middle and lift you up, giving you only one choice to react

you scream as loud as fucking possible and Jungkook can’t stop laughing

‘You cheated!! You totally took advantage of me!! I was taking off my shoes!!’

JUNGKOOK SET ME DOWN OR I SWEAR IM GONNA DO SOMETHING-

he waddles backwards from the shore with you in his arms, grinning from ear to ear as he plops you down in the sand so that he can be the first one to the water

He puffs his chest proudly like he’s won the Olympic gold medal or something like that

so when you come up to him, he holds his arms out wide

‘So you’ve come to give the winner a hug’

‘think again buddy boy’

you push him backwards into an oncoming wave and what ensues is what you two now refer to as ‘the Great War’

after tiring yourselves out Jungkook trudges back to the car and comes back to you with his arms loaded with stuff, a few blankets, a picnic basket, and ..... a fire starting kit?

‘We have a bonfire reserved for us so I figured that you could show me how to make a more?’

a what

boy what are you saying

‘a more! you know with the chocolate and cinnamon crackers and marshmallows-‘

A SMORE

‘that’s what I said isn’t it’

wow he’s a big stupid but he’s your stupid

also the way that he smiles and his eyes disappear when he’s happy is .... nice

eventually the sun sets and the fire is going, but it’s not enough to keep you warm

and you look at him, poking his shoulder

kook. gimme your jacket. please.

he looks at you with his brows furrowed as his nose scrunches

‘get your own’

‘jUngKoOk you kiDNaPpeD mE!!!! I wasn’t prepared!!!’

‘.... that’s an excuse and we both know it you little snake’ but he’s already shimmying out of it and handing it to you

Jungkook eventually makes a smore and decides that his life is better than he could’ve ever hoped for

‘for two reasons’

what’s the second reason Kook? video games?

‘no’

anime?

he chuckles softly at that one, putting his arm around you and pulling you into him, ‘no’

could it be all the pretty girls?

now that one made him think

it takes him a minute of staring into the fire before he comes up with something to respond with

‘no. it’s just one girl’

‘is it meeeeeeee?’

the groan of loving frustration he lets out sends you both into a fit of laughter

‘yeah it is, and you’re a pain in my ass’

‘well Jungkook you’ve got a great ass so-‘

he looks down at you, held close to him, and smiles

‘I do have a great ass I’m glad you noticed’

the night continues on with more pestering and joy, eventually you feel your eyes beginning to drift shut and the cold air off the ocean is enough for one day

he helps you back to the car, sitting you down in the passenger seat and buckling you in, even turning the car’s seat heater and warm air on

once he’s finished grabbing all your things it’s a quiet ride back home

his music plays in the background softly, gentle ballads about young love

after what feels like forever, you’re finally home again

he gives you a hug across the car and watches you open your door and step inside before pulling away from the curb and heading back to his own place

you look down at yourself and realize with a start that you’re still in his sweatshirt and send him a text, hoping to catch him before he gets too far away

‘dude im still wearing your sweatshirt, come back and get it or else I’m keeping it’

thirty minutes go by and you’re in bed, bleary eyed as you wait for his response

it comes in just as you’re starting to slip into unconsciousness

‘keep it. it’s not the first thing of mine you’ve stolen :)’