#Not until I finish these babies and send them to print

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23. Taking a picture together to print and hang later

I just feel like this is so something Matthew Tkachuk would do. Like maybe he prints them, puts them in a frame, and has it on his dresser or night stand. Or he sends them to his mom to give her updates on how they’re doing and SHE PRINTS THEM 🥺

Thank you for requesting, I loved this sm, I was giggling and kicking my feet while I was writing it, lowkey i might expand on this in the future and make is like a full length fic lol. Also sorry, I definitely went a stray from your request but I hope you still like it 🥹🫶🏼

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Matthew was a picture guy. At every possible moment, he had his phone out, snapping pictures or recording short videos. "For the memories," he claimed. The problem was, you weren't a picture girl. You hated having your picture taken, and for some reason, you were Matthew's favorite muse.

On this particularly warm Florida day, Matthew, ever the gentleman, had planned a beach picnic for the two of you. Having snacked heartily, you were sprawled on the picnic blanket, an arm tucked under your head and your sun hat pulled over your face to block the sun out.

Matthew had his head pillowed on your stomach, and your fingers were tangled in his curls, scratching soothingly at his scalp while he rambled about anything that came to mind. Unbeknownst to you, Matthew was also taking photos. He was such a sucker for a cute aesthetic candid, especially because when you knew he was taking photos, you always made an effort to hide behind him in some manner.

"So basically, Brady is not gonna name his baby after me," Matthew finishes his story with a huff.

A soft chuckle rumbles through you, and you tug at his curls. "Don't worry, Matty, we can name our babies after you," you lift your sunhat and lean forward to press a kiss to his cheek. He tilts his face so that your lips land on his. He wraps an arm around your neck, his thumb brushing the column of your throat.

"Can't wait to have babies with you," he murmurs agaisnt your lips, with a bright smile. It's then that you notice his phone in hand, angled towards the two of you.

"Oh please don't tell me you just took photos of us making out," you whine embarrassedly, pulling the brim of your hat low over your face to hide behind it.

"Ok, I won't tell you," Matthew shrugs, with a sly smile, flicking your hat off your head.

"Delete them," you glare, poking him in the chest.

"Nope," Matt shakes his head.

You lunge for his phone, and he shrieks, throwing it somewhere on the picnic blanket. He catches you around the waist, pinning you beneath him. He attacks you with kisses all over your face and neck until you're a giggling, squirming mess beneath him. Matt has a hand splayed on your bare stomach, keeping you pinned while you try to catch your breath.

Before you can register what is happening, Matt has his phone in hand. He snaps a picture of you all splayed out beneath him, back arched, your hands resting on curves of your breasts, and your cheeks flushed from exertion.

"Matty," you pout, trying to swipe the phone from his hands to delete the photo. You curse his athlete reflexes as he keeps the phone out of your reach.

"I'll delete it after I print it out and stick it my wallet," he smirks.

You're eyes go wide, "you're not sticking that in your wallet,"

Matthew pouts dramatically, "but it would go so nice with my collection,"

Your face pales almost comically, "What collection?"

Matthew straddles you, keeping you pinned to the blanket, knees on either side of your hips while he shuffles through the picnic basket where your wallets and keys were stored.

In true Matthew fashion, he's had the same wallet for thirteen-ish years. The leather is all cracked, and it's falling apart at the seams. There's duct tape on one of the inside pockets that houses an old punch card to a smoothie place that no longer exists.

He pulls out three polaroids from the back pocket of his wallet and spreads them out on the blanket. You prop yourself up on your elbows to peak at the polaroids as he lays them out in a neat line.

This first one is of you laying in bed on your stomach, naked. The sheets slung low over your hips, with your leg peaking out. Your hair is splayed over your shoulder and pillow, and the sunlight casts patterns along your bare back.

The second is you leaning against a wall with a cup of coffee in your hands as you stare out the window. You'd clearly just gotten out of bed, hair a mess, and t-shirt scrunched over your hip, showing off the band of your underwear. It was from when Matthew had taken you to Paris a couple of months ago during the all star break.

The third one makes your cheeks heat as you recall the memory. In the photo, you're leaned over the arm of the couch, and Matthew's hand is wrapped around your throat. The photo cuts off right before exposing your breasts, and there are hickies blooming across your chest and collarbones. He had been on a long roadie, and you had flown down to New York while he was scheduled to play the Devils, Rangers and Islanders.

It was safe to say Matthew had liked the surprise. The Panthers went on to sweep the roadie, and your hickies had lasted for a good few weeks.

You stare at the pictures, mouth agape, trying to recall how he he'd even been sneaky enough to capture the moments. Matthew looks nervous as you look between him and the photographs.

"Since when have you had these in your wallet?" You mumble shyly. It still genuinely shocks you that Matthew finds you beautiful enough to want to immortalize you in photos. You had never thought of yourself as conventionally beautiful. But ever since you'd met Matthew, he'd been telling you that you were the most beautiful girl to exist.

Matthew shrugs, "For a while now, you're not gonna make me get rid of them are you?" He pleads.

You shake your head, eyes soft, as you wrap a hand around Matthew's neck and pull him in for a kiss. "Love you, Matty," you mumble against his lips.

"I love you too Y/n."

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Umm, hello? I actually loved this so much? Anyway, I hope yall are doing well. I am working on these requests, I promise! Love yall!!

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Hunt Game (Charles Leclerc x reader) (p.4)

Series contain stalking, harrasment, sexual violence.

Word count : 5.9k

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What happened when Charles stopped believing in you and you were left all alone.

Chapter 4

"Leave it there, baby. I’ll take care of it.” Charles went to pick up a call that had been ringing for the past few minutes while he was helping you organise your luggage for the holiday. Upon discussions among the group over the past months, they had agreed to go with Greece for this year’s break.

It was their tradition even before you started dating Charles. Though most of them work in different professions now, they were willing to apply for a break weeks prior, adjusting their schedule to match Charles’ just to keep the tradition going, and it was really sweet how strong the friendships were.

The flight was scheduled to be a few hours away, and you still couldn’t make up your mind about which dresses you should opt for. Asking your fiancé wasn’t helping at all because he would always say, "You’ll look great in anything," but that surely wasn’t the answer you were looking for, so you had been staring at your dresses that were draped on the bed. Your white duvet wasn’t even white anymore. It was full of different colours from your colourful summer dresses.

The phone on the bedside table rang as it vibrated. The number alone was enough to send chills. It was the same number that had been bothering you for weeks now. There wasn’t any need to think twice as you rejected the call and diverted your attention back on the clothes. All you had to do is ignore him and think of something else. It will stop one day. You just needed to be patience. The peace didn’t last for long because it rang again the next second, over and over until you set the phone to power off.

"Y/N? Anything wrong?" Charles came in and pulled your attention away from the black screen of your phone that was thrown on the bed.

"N—no, not at all. Who was it?” You looked up as he strode in front of you to stroke his thumb on your cheek.

"Oh, it was the team. I asked them to update my schedule, and they needed to ask for my confirmation. Did Lizzy call you? I thought I heard your phone ring."

"Lizzy? Oh, yeah, she did. Um, she just asked me if I had finished packing my stuff." The dark green and rose floral-printed dresses in front of you didn’t look as exciting as they were when your mind was clouded with the number. What else did he want from you.

"Oh, I bought this on my way home earlier.” A small box of prescription medicine that was left on the dressing table was handed to you, making you stared at it in question.

"This is for...?”

He cackled and leaned in to kiss your hair. "You haven’t been feeling very well, haven’t you? I have been waking up to the sound of you throwing up every morning since a few days ago.” Heaving a sigh, Charles took a seat in front of you as he caressed your thigh. You knew what he was going to suggest, so you shook your head, beaming. "What?" His wrinkles around his eyes became more prominent.

You ended up laughing along with him. "We can’t not go on this trip, honey. They have been very excited about it."

"They’ll understand if I say you haven’t been feeling well.” He squirmed as you pinched on his waist.

"Are you throwing me under the bus?” You gasped dramatically while he tried to get away.

"But it’s the truth, baby! Or could it be food poisoning, no?” He eventually held your hand and brushed his lips along your fingers, stopping you from pinching his body. "Did you eat something wrong?"

"I don’t know! I ate the same thing you did. We should have suffered together.” You pursed your lips and pulled his face closer to peck at his cheek. "Let’s go! We shouldn’t be late."

"Says someone who still had tonnes of clothes here.” He picked up a dress and casually put it in the luggage, thinking he’s lending you a hand.

"I don’t want to wear that one!” You frowned, the white dress was being thrown back on the bed as Charles blinked, confused with how your mind works.

"Then why did you even bring it out?" He asked.

“Because I thought I wanted to wear them!”

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The light from the bathroom and the sound of water constantly flowing pulled him from his dream. The empty bedside had given him the answer he needed as he dragged himself off the bed to check on you.

You felt his presence on the door frame before he could take a breath. The first night of the holiday couldn’t be even worse than this. You thought you were feeling better. You could joke around, playing games, laughing around for hours, thinking you could ditch on the medicine but your beauty sleep was cut short when you felt the need to eject all of the contents in your stomach the next morning.

"Sorry for waking you up.” Groaning, you lifted up your head to turn off the faucet as your fiancé stepped in.

"It’s alright." He breathed out and tugged his chin against your head as you leaned against his chest. Your body was definitely hot, even when there were layers of clothes between his skin and yours. "Have you taken the medicine?"

"No, I thought it had stopped.” You were so sleepy, but even when you closed your eyes, the constant feeling of something pushing everything in your stomach up to your throat would just kick the drowsiness away. Laying down made it even worse, and you were so worn out from having to run back to the toilet. Perhaps you could continue the last 2 hours before sunrise by sleeping in the bathtub, that way you wouldn’t have to rush when the nauseous hit again.

"Stay on the bed. I’ll take you a glass of water, alright?"

The hotel room couldn’t be any bigger; it would be a paradise if you were in perfect health, but right now, it was maddening. A walk back to the bed itself felt so far, you just wanted to crawl your way back.

The faint sound of the door knocking halted his movement. A few drops of the plain water dropped to the white, lavish-looking counter as he jumped from the sound with the glass in his hand. The hotel wasn’t an apartment that came with a long hallway. It was designated to give more privacy to the guests, so every unit would be roughly a few metres away from the next one. Though  it wasn’t unusual to hear footsteps or voices passing through as the guests went back to their rooms or went out to enjoy the night, but there surely shouldn’t be a knocking sound.

When he peeked through the peephole, he was a second late, as the person on the other side had turned his back to walk further away. He was wearing a nude-coloured uniform, the same one the bellboy was wearing. Charles walked back to the room, brushing off the knock as a mistake for the room number.

"Baby, here.” He handed you the glass of water.

Your head felt like it weighed the same as a bowling bowl. The nausea was gone now, but you still felt like you got beaten up head to toe. Everything hurt. You took the medicine that Charles had packed with the water he brought for you and scooted further on the bed to make yourself comfortable under the duvet. "I can’t.." You pulled your hand away and shook your head, rejecting his offer to lay down as you remained sitting up with your back against the headboard. "I can’t lay down, Charles. It will make me feel nauseous again, and it’s so uncomfortable. My back hurts."

"Okay, okay, baby. Then we’ll just sleep like this.” The end of the duvet slipped off his body as he sat up and copied your way of sitting while he drew you into his embrace. "Is this okay?"

"But you won’t be comfortable." You dipped your face closer against his neck as you closed your eyes, feeling the drowsiness slowly take over your body again.

"I’m more than comfortable. Go to sleep, honey."

Charles didn’t have to say it twice because the heat from his body with him fondling you acted like a lullaby. It felt like you were being hypnotised because you were gone with just a snap.

You just couldn’t live your life without him.

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"Alone?" Riccardo arched a brow as he saw his friend join the table for breakfast with no sight of his lovely fiancée, whom he was obsessed with.

"Y/N is not feeling well.” Charles replied as he leaned his head to the side while his hand applied some pressure to the spot. He woke up this morning feeling like he had nails hammered around his neck. "My body is sore, dude.” He bent his upper body down on the table and groaned from the pressure. Sleeping upright definitely used every muscle.

His friends started laughing, and he didn’t have to look at their faces to know what it was about. "No, it’s not what you think.” He laughed along, shutting down the thoughts.

"Yeah, right. Thank God our rooms are a few metres away."

"Ah, speaking about that. Did you,” The friends’ gaze went on him. "heard any knocks from the staff last night?"

"I was dead asleep, Charles.” Gabriel, Lizzy’s boyfriend, replied while Lizzy took a seat beside him.

"I heard." Lizzy interrupted. "I even looked at the peephole, but it was just the staff checking something, I guess. Why? It disturbed your little activity with Y/N?”

"Shut up."

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You chuckled as Charles made himself comfortable in your arms right when he came back from breakfast. He wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face in your middle as you played with his hair. Though you woke up this morning feeling all better, you had developed some kind of trauma from eating because you always ended up in the bathroom the next morning so based on your logical way of thinking, if you didn’t eat, there was no way you would get sick again. So your fiancé had to go and have his breakfast alone, not literally because he had his friends but alone in the sense he didn’t have you to keep him accompany. Now that he was back, he had to cling on you to make up for the 2 hours of you leaving him alone.

"They are going to the pool, baby. Do you want to join?"

"Charles, stop. That tickles!" He laughed when you wiggled around as he poked at your waist. "Stop!" You sat up, hands cupping his cheeks while giggling as he stopped poking you.

"Do you want to eat something, baby?"

"I want pancakes.” Your so-called-logical way of thinking were left in the lurch when your stomach growled as if it was put on to speaker so you ended up caving in and requested for your favourite food.

He called for room service as you left the bed to get ready for the day. Just like how hard it was to decide what you should bring, it was equally hard, or maybe even harder, to choose what to wear right now.

"The green is cute, isn’t it? But the red is equally adorable as well!"

"Babe, just wear anything!" Charles was lying down on the bed, scrolling through his Instagram feed with your bikinis draped all around him like some kind of floor art. “Your pancake is here, honey and you still haven’t make a decision.” He stood up and went to get the door as the bell rang while you rushed to pick one out of all outfits because there was no way you had been contemplating this long.

"Room service!"

"Just put it on the table, please.” Charles snaked a few bills from the back of his jeans and handed them to the staff as a tip after he arranged the food. "Thank you so much."

"Honey, look! Oh, sorry."

He pressed his lips to hold his laugh when you scurried to cover up your body with the long white polo shirt that acted as the cardigan so you wouldn’t feel too naked, especially now in front of the hotel staff with the door opened.

"Is there anything else you need help with?"

"No, that’ll be it. Thank you." His body jerked back as you ran to bury your flushed face on his chest while the door closed behind him.

"That was so embarrassing! You should have told me he was still here!"

"You didn’t hear me talking to him?” He cackled even more.

"No?" You then dragged him to the table, where your pancake was beautifully placed with the syrups and honey on the side. "Are you not going to eat it with me?"

"No, honey. I’m full. I’ll go get change while you eat, alright?" He left you alone, enjoying the pancakes all to yourself, while he went to change, which only took less than 5 minutes without having to think about what it would look like in pictures. How easy it was to be a man!

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"Can she swim? Charles clicked his tongue and clapped on his hands as he approached Didi.

"She clearly can’t swim, Charles. She’s 12 months old! But she likes water.” Martha said in response as she handed her little girl to the driver as he carried Didi to the centre of the pool, where you were.

"Oh, she’s so cute!" You squealed when Didi giggled in his arms; the little hands slapped on the surface of the water, which made your fiancé’s face fully decorated from the droplets of water.

"We should definitely get a baby.”

You stopped playing peek-a-boo with the little one as your gaze went to your fiancé. There wasn’t any hint of tease or trick on his face. "Are you having baby fever from carrying her?"

"Yeah." He swayed little Didi in his arms as the little one shook her loaf-like arms in the water. "I can’t wait to build a family with you, love.”

This man in front of you never fail making you fall in love all over again.

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He found you. It was always easy to know where you were because he gave it all away. Just like how Charles’ 11 million followers knew where he was and how open and direct he was about his summer vacation, it only took him a split second to book the same hotel as you were.

It was a bit of a quandary for him to find where your room was. As witless as your companions were, they wouldn’t divulge the room numbers, so he had to take a screenshot of the pictures on their Instagram stories where it could reveal the view from the window and make a rough guess.

"Honey, look!"

Your voice. It was the voice he had been yearning to hear. He liked the way the white cardigan curved around your body. He saw the way Charles took you in his arms and how you hid your cheeks so he would stop kissing you.

Bastard.

It was unfair that he always had to be the one watching. Just like how Charles stole his career away, the chances away, the winning away, and the fame away. He had to have a perfect girl too.

But he had enough watching from the side now. It was too late to take the winning and the chances on the career back now but he could definitely take the girl he wanted.

He could definitely take you from him.

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"If Charles is looking for me, tell him I’m going to the bathroom!"

"What?!" Lizzy yelled straight to your ear; it would have drilled a hole in your eardrum if she went a pitch higher.

"I’m going to the bathroom!” You were so close to scream your lungs out.

"Oh! Okay go!"

Every night, the hotel would hold an event where they would blast a song until nearly sunrise, and people would just get drunk until dawn. Lizzy, her boyfriend, Gabriel, Charles, and you decided to hit it off for a few hours while Riccardo and Martha had to skip for their 12-month-old baby.

Something rough snatched on your wrist while you were on your way back and dragged you to the corner of the area. His gaze pierced straight into your eyes. The same gaze you had been seeing for weeks. The gaze that would always sent cold creeps. The gaze that was full of hatred and anger there was no comfort in it at all.

"Why did you ignore me?”

"What? Let me go!” You tugged on your wrist harshly, nearly punching him in the chin from the force. "I said, let me go! What the fuck do you want from me?”

"I hate it when you ignore me. Why are you ignoring me? Did I do something wrong? I—"

"Stop!" You obstructed him from continuing his words, which made him knit his brows together. "I’m not ignoring you! I don’t even know who you are!"

"Liar! You know me. We talked a lot of times. You said we have a lot in common!” He pulled on your wrist towards his chest, which ended you a gap away from him. "I have never met anyone who had so much in common with me. You just need to give me a chance, ba—"

"Baby?" Charles had a scowl on his face as he approached both of you. You were left to keep Lizzy accompany and he didn’t want to bug your girls time with her so he went to stay with Gabriel where he got carried away with the conversations with a few other acquaintance. When he came back to Lizzy, you were gone. He wasn’t expecting to see you in very close proximity to a guy out of anyone’s sight. "What are you doing? Who are you?"

"I’ll take my leave.” Charles saw his face very clearly as he was dressed very casual, like how any other people in this venue would dress. He finally let go of your hand and walked past the driver as you stood there, tongue-tied.

"Wait." Charles called out, and his gaze went on the guy. "We met before, didn’t we?"

"No? You got the wrong guy.”

You saw him quickly leave the area; his pace was fast but not enough to raise suspicion from the rest of the crowd. His hand was fishing out something from his back pocket, and the phone in your hand rang a second later.

"Who’s that guy?"

"He was—he was looking for his friend.” You could finally breathe when you felt Charles’s touch on your waist, full of reassurance and comfort—everything you needed at the moment.

He left a few lingering kisses on the side of your head, murmuring against your hair. "I thought he did something to you, honey. Next time, please let me know if you ever need to go somewhere.”

"I told Lizzy." You tilted your head to find him chuckling.

"She’s wasted. You chose the wrong person to deliver the message. Let’s call it a night."

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"She opened the door and freaked out because—"

"You guys are so boring.” Martha cut off your storytelling, which made Charles grumble against your middle. He had been laying his head on your stomach while both of you were sprawled on the beach mat with your novel in hand.

Charles was just using an excuse so he could hear you talk while he fell asleep. He loved lying on you and watching how your eyes brightened whenever you told him everything that happened in the chapter. Though it was nearly impossible to understand because he didn’t even know any of the character’s name, the plot, the storyline wasn’t that important. He just wanted to listen.

"Can you leave us alone?” Charles replied, turning his face back to you, but his sight was interfered by little Didi when Martha put her daughter to join the both of you as she walked back to her boyfriend, Riccardo. "I—" He ended up laughing along with you. "I was going to get mad, but she smiled at me."

"We can always be her emergency babysitter." You commented before going back to your book while playing with his hair as he played peek-a-boo with Didi.

"You threw up again this morning, didn’t you?"

"Yeah.."

"We should really get you checked, honey. It’s been nearly a week? Surely the medicine isn’t working.” You glanced down and caught his worried face. It made you feel so bad because regardless how hard you tried to hide it from him, you knew Charles would always be anxious whenever you were sick, especially now when the sickness lasted longer.

"I’m sorry."

"There’s nothing you should be sorry about, love. I’m just worried about you. I’ll set an appointment with my GP, alright?” He assured and took your hand to leave a peck on the back of it before he focused back on Didi.

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"Are you sure it is okay for you?”

"Of course! I wouldn’t mind it. Just go and enjoy the night, Martha!” You firmly replied as Didi leaned her body towards you when you picked her up. "I’ll spend the rest of the night with this little girl."

"Thank you so much, Y/N. I wouldn’t know what I would do without you. Is Charles coming with us or—“ Martha looked at the driver as she spoke.

"I—"

"He’ll be coming with you! You chirped in before he could say anything. "He just needed to change first, right, honey?"

"Oh, okay! Then we’ll wait for you in the lobby.” The rest of the group left your room as they headed towards the lobby, all of them looking like they were so ready to get wasted.

"Honey, I can’t just leave you alone.” Charles exhaled, clearly looked like he wasn’t pleased with your decision.

"I can take care of myself! You spent this whole vacation worrying about me, honey. Go and enjoy the night. Didi and I will do just fine.” Didi let out a squeal as you cooed her. Despite all the persuasion and coaxing, he wasn’t even budge that you ended up having to turn it into some form of coercion just so he would leave the room by guilt-tripping him about how bad he was to make the friends waiting for this long.

"I’ll be back in an hour or so. Call me if you need anything.” He left after brushing his lips on your forehead, face wasn’t filled with any kind of anticipation. He was just looking like a kid who was forced to go to school.

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You tugged the little girl to sleep right when it hit her sleep time, and it was easier than you expected. Though you didn’t have any experience with kids other than being a part time babysitter back when you were still a teenager, Didi was a very manageable baby. You only had to feed her with the bottle that Martha had prepared beforehand as she played with her feet until her eyes got all droopy and she gave in.

Nothing beat the perfect idea to wind down your day by having little snacks you bought the day before while getting yourself entertained with the movie playing on the screen. 

Then you heard a knock. Talk about man of his words. He really came back an hour after just like how he told you. Giggling, you put the snacks away as you hopped your way to the door, all set to hug him as he walked in.

"Welcome back! Did you have fu—what are you doing here?"

"I missed you. I missed you so much.” He walked in as if it were the most casual thing and started pulling you for a hug, to which you shoved him away.

"What do you want from me?” You tried to scurry your way back to the room, but he tugged on your shirt and held something against your face. It was warm and a little wet. It was cupped harshly on your face that it left you with no chances other than breathing in the chemical, ether-like odor. You tried to pull his hand away, yanking on his shirt—anything that you could grab to free yourself but within every strive, your body started feeling heavier and heavier. Lifting up the arm felt like it needed every vitality, you just wanted to lay down. That was all you remember as your legs gave in as you succumbed to the darkness.

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Charles quickly tapped the access card and walked in when he heard Didi’s crying from outside the room. It was so loud and strained. She sounded as if she had been crying for so long and no one had noticed. He picked her up and swayed her as the wailing started to cease. Her cheeks were red, and her voice sounded sore from the heavy, excessive crying. It didn’t take her long to fall asleep from using her energy to cry, for God knew how long it had been.

"Y/N..?"

Once he put Didi back to sleep, he tread to the bedroom where you were tugged in and sound asleep on the bed, fully naked. Your hair was a mess and sticking all over your face. It was weird for you to be sleeping, ignoring the cries from Didi because you were a light sleeper and everything about it sounded so irresponsible. If Martha had to choose between you and Lizzy to babysit her daughter, it would always be you because she, Charles, and everyone else knew how much you loved kids. It was never like you to ignore a child just so you could sleep. The notification sound coming nonstop from his phone halted his movement as he brought out it out from his pocket to check on it.

It was pictures, and pictures. More than 10 pictures of you naked with a guy who he couldn’t seem to make out the face. The pictures were taken from different angles, and it was clearly something that would give anyone a nightmare to see pictures of their beloved partner under someone else, with no layer of clothes. The phone nearly slipped off his hand as he walked out of the room, feeling himself suffocated. Tonnes of thoughts started popping up in his head, wondering where it all went wrong, what he did to deserve all this, and why this happened when the relationship had been nothing but perfect throughout the years. There was never a big argument; you and he had been giving constant reassurance despite the career difference, with no insecurities or unspoken problems that couldn’t be solved. Why would you do this to him?

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You woke up the next morning and became conscious of your current state when the duvet was lifted off from holding on to your body. The room was silent, and Charles was nowhere to be seen. "Didi." You muttered, as if to remind yourself and got dressed with any clothes you could lay your hands on before hurried out to find the little one, but the baby cot was empty.

"Charles, where’s Didi?” You saw him on the couch playing with his phone. He was still wearing the same outfit from last night. Judging from how languid his actions were, it seemed like he didn’t catch a wink.

"I sent her back to Martha. Get your stuff packed. The flight is in two hours." He stood up and walked past you to get to the room. He was different. There wasn’t a smile or a touch. He wasn’t even looking at you.

"Charles." You grabbed his arm.

"Don’t fucking touch me, Y/N." He yanked his arm away and headed back to the room.

That was all you heard him say before he went mute for the rest of the days. He didn’t touch any of your stuffs. You were left to pick up everything on your own. You weren’t spoil but for more than 5 years, he was the one to help you pack, unpack, keep everything in check. Now that you were suddenly forced to be on your own despite being in the same room with the love of your life, you weren’t prepared for it. You followed him like a lost puppy with your luggage to say goodbye to the rest of the group. The vacation was supposed to end in two days, so you were taken back when he requested that you pack your stuff but obeyed without further questions.

When you met the rest of the friends, they were looking sad because you had to cut the vacation short due to Charles’ sudden call for work, as mentioned by Gabriel. You had to play it off so they wouldn’t feel like some things were off because you had ruined Charles’ vacation; you surely didn’t want to ruin everyone else’s.

"Your hickeys are fresh! No wonder Charles was eager to go back early last night." Lizzy cracked a joke as she hugged you. Your hands went on your neck as you rested it there, feeling your heart beat faster. You had no recollections of last night other than opening the door to the creepy guy, and you woke up this morning completely nude. You wanted to tell Charles about what happened up until what you could remember, but he had been ignoring you. His gaze was cold, and it terrified you to say anything.

Your flight back felt like a going home from a solo trip. He didn’t say anything and you weren’t talking as well so it felt like living in a world where everything was quite and there was no sort communication. When you reached your apartment, Charles helped you bring the luggage all the way up.

But it was just yours.

His luggage was left in the car.

“Where—where are you going?” You called out, grabbing his hand as he tried to walk out after dropping the last baggage inside the house.

"I can’t stay here with you.”He tried to pull his hand away, but your grasp went tighter, as you felt the tightness in your throat.

"No, please don’t do this to me. Please don’t leave me alone. About last night, I—"

"I give no fuck about what happened last night, Y/N." Your body was jerked forward as he pulled his hand away. "I was never enough for you, was it?"

"No, you don’t get it! He tried to—"

"Explain the pictures! He bellowed, full of rage.

“What pictures are you talking about?” You brought your gaze up and wiped your eyes with the back of your hand. "Charles, what pictures?"

He let out a chuckle and rolled his eyes. "No one’s going to believe this fucking act you got right here, Y/N. I am done with you.” He started walking to the elevator, leaving you to chase after him.

"Charles! No, please! Please don’t do this to me. What about us.."

"There is no us anymore, Y/N. You should have thought twice before bringing that guy to our bed. It was no wonder you were so eager to ask me to join them instead of accompanying you." He stepped inside the elevator and held down the close-door button, loathing to spend another second seeing your crying act.

"Please hear what I have to say! Charles!" You went down on your knees as the elevator closed. You stayed there, praying the door would open and he would come back, but he didn’t. "I can't—I can’t live without you.” You murmured, sitting on the cold ground for another minutes before picking yourself up as you trudged back to the apartment. The little stones and pebbles felt harsh against the soles of your feet when you didn’t even bother to put on any shoes when you chased after him earlier.

And that was the last time you ever saw him.

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Life was hard without Charles. He had always been the one who helped you with everything. It was as if you had to learn how to live all over again. A week after he left, you got a call this morning reminding you of your appointment. It was an appointment that Charles had made when you were in Greece last week, and he should have accompanied you.

You hadn’t stepped out of the apartment because something about going home to an empty house put you in a misery. You couldn’t even drive so you had to go on Internet to find out how to book a cab. You saw him in his black hoodie, black cap like the one he was wearing when he chased after you in the elevator weeks before. He was leaning against one of the lamp pole, eyes on the entrance of the apartment as if he was waiting for you. Before he could approach and get closer, you dashed to the cab that had been waiting for you from the booking you had set earlier.

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"How long have you been feeling sick?" Your GP, the lovely doctor that had been attending you and Charles for years asked and her gaze went on you. 

"A few weeks ago." You answered, fingers playing with your engagement ring. It was hard to make an eye contact with anyone because you felt horrible. You hadn’t stop crying to you eyes had been puffy for weeks. You had no energy left to put on any makeups so you just went with a tinted lip balm and a sunscreen. You hadn’t been talking to anyone that it felt like you could break down in tears if someone looked at you any longer than a minute.

"What about your period cycle?"

"I—" You pressed your lips into a thin line. You hadn’t been getting your period this month since last month but never bothered to think of anything because you had always had an irregular cycle. A skip for a month and two wasn’t really something that you were unfamiliar with.

Seeing how you were unable to answer the question, she gave a smile and asked the nurse to set up the machine. "How about we get you an ultrasound?”

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You had to lock yourself in one of the cubicles because you couldn’t hold your tears any longer. Back when you and Charles had a conversation about a family, you were actually 7 weeks pregnant.

It was always your dream to have a family with Charles, your dream man, but you never thought you would be walking out from the doctor’s room with a sonogram in hand without him.

You fished out your phone with your shaky hands and tried to call your fiancé, or ex-fiancé, hoping he would pick up this one call. If none of your phone calls were picked up since last week, please let him pick up just this one.

But you were only greeted with long beeps, like every other calls you had tried since he left.

"Charles, it’s me. Please, please call me back. I’m begging you. I have something to tell.” You pleaded, hoping he would listen to this voicemail as you hung up.

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A Sweet Mishap - Chapter 9

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Reader 

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Leaning against the hardwood, I take a deep breath and swipe across to answer. “Hey, Superstar!” I say as the call connects.

“Merry Christmas, Darlin’. I’ve only got a few minutes before my mom starts wondering where I snuck off to, so this has to be quick-”

“I ain't giving you no quickie, Ackles!” I exclaim in a hushed voice, in mock offense.

“Come on, Darlin’. Don’t keep me hanging. Since you haven’t opened it yet I wanna hear your reaction. Please.”

“Alright. But in future, I deserve more than a quickie,” I tease.

“Of course. When I’m not hiding from family, I will give you my full, undivided attention for as long as you want,” he assures with a low chuckle.

“Good. I’ll hold you to that,” I say as I balance my phone between my ear and shoulder to free up my hands to peel off the tape. “Alright, I’m tearing off the tape now. When did you send this? Texas and New York are miles apart.”

“A few days ago, express. And to pre-empt you, no, I don’t expect anything in return. I just wanted to give you something.” I finish tearing off the tape and pull the flaps open an A4 sized envelope labeled with his management address sitting on top, I pull it out and set it to the side as I look beneath it. Obviously, hearing the rustling Jensen continues, “I’ll fight for you if you don’t want to sign that, but it will make my life so much easier if you do.”

“The NDA?” I ask.

“Yeah, I probably shouldn’t, but I trust you. I’m not gonna cut anything off or get upset if you decide not to sign. It’s mainly just in case I let anything slip about Supernatural or any other projects, I have to sign them all the time, but we’re human. Things slip with those we’re close to. So it’s more for the networks than me. I’m not that secretive about my life anyway. I’ll tell you anything about me, regardless.”

“What does this all mean, Jensen?”

“I like you, Y/N. I want to get to know you better. And eventually, maybe…if you’ll have me…”

“Jensen…I…This is a lot. But of course, I’ll sign it. I don’t wanna put you in a difficult position.”

Sensing the tension building, he attempts to lighten it, “I don’t mind difficult positions…” Before I can chastise him he continues, “Hurry up, look in the rest of the box. You can read the fine-print later.”

I oblige and reach back into the box. My fingertips run along soft fabric, I pull it up and out to reveal a stunning baby-blue summer dress with thin straps and little white baby breath flowers adorning the fabric.

“Jensen, this dress, it’s beautiful. It’s much too cold to wear it now, but I look forward to summer,” I tell him in awe. What I don’t tell him is that I had a very similar style dress when I was a little girl, and it was my favourite; I wore it until it was stained and torn and my mom secretly threw it away. 

“I hope it fits, I had to take a guess. I saw it in a store in Austin and it reminded me of the shirt you were wearing under your apron that day. It’s probably not the height of fashion in New York, but I hope that one day you’ll come here and show it off in Texas. But if it’s not, you don’t have to-”

“I’ll try it on some time and let you know, but it looks like it should fit, as long as I don’t overindulge over the holidays on non-frozen meals. I can’t promise anything about Texas though…”

“One day, Darlin’. There’s no date to commit to. I know we haven’t known each other long…and infatuation or not…I just wanted you to know that I’m serious about how I feel, and about giving this…us…a shot. If you want to, too.”

“I…Jen-” I cut yourself off when you hear a female voice calling out his name and telling him to come help with grilling.

He clears his throat and says, “There’s no rush. Just take your time and if you feel the same, just sign that paperwork and send it to my management team. Merry Christmas.”

“Okay, Merry Christmas, Jensen.” I sit on the bed feeling confused by his instant change of tone. If he meant what he said, why turn so professional and impassionate? After a few minutes, my thoughts are interrupted by a gentle knock on the door. “Come in!”

“Sorry, I don’t mean to interrupt, but dinner’s,” Stella cuts herself off when she sees the dress, paperwork and my phone in my lap, and the sad expression on my face. She comes in closing the door behind her and sits on the queen-sized bed beside me. “What happened?”

I shake my head and stuff everything back in the box. “We can talk about it later. You were saying dinner is ready? Let’s not keep poor Nick waiting, it smells like he’s cooked us something delicious.”

“Fine, but you promised details. You’d better not hold out on me!” She warns, trying to lift the tension.

I stand up and lead her back down to the dining room where Nick has set the table with an array of enticing and beautifully aromatic foods. Once I sit down, I fill my plate with sourdough, roast chicken, yam, beans, mashed potato and top it all off with gravy. It’s truly a Christmas worthy feast, even though it’s only Christmas Eve. Knowing Nick though, he’ll manage to outdo himself tomorrow, somehow. We all devour the delicious feast quietly. The tension from the call slowly dissipates and I eventually fall back into harmony with my best friend and her fiance; sharing stories about our week and plans for the upcoming wedding, all to steer clear of the topic of Jensen and your potential relationship.

Once we’re all well and truly stuffed, we all help package up the leftovers and clean the dishes. Then, with a wine glass in hand – closely monitored by Nick – Stella and I laze on the couch while he plays Legend of Zelda on the TV. We’re both content to watch him while our food digests. But after a while my well-meaning-yet-nosy best friend nudges for those promised details. I sigh, but finally concede knowing I will feel better if I talk about it.

“He’s serious about us…About giving us a shot…as a couple. He wants me to visit him in Texas…” I divulge.

Stella instantly sits up straighter and claps her hands enthusiastically. “You said you feel the same right? You’re gonna go to Texas, after the wedding of course.”

“That’s the thing…He got strange before I got the chance…”

“Strange how?”

“He’s probably just nervous about how you’ll react,” Nick adds, multitasking with perfection. “This the same guy that drunk texted you?”

“He drunk texted you!” Stella exclaims with mock offense that she didn’t know the story.

“Last time I was here, after that concert. He was as drunk as we were…He sent me messages meant for his friend. And yeah, that’s the guy. Anyway, I’m probably reading too much into it. It’s just that he told me he was serious about us and then all of a sudden he turned all professional and hung up. It was like he’s hiding something from someone…maybe me or maybe his family, I don’t know. It was just weird.”

“Maybe he is. Maybe he’s not close with his family and doesn’t want any awkward questions. He’s waiting until he knows it’s real before letting anything on to his family,” Nick offers.

“Maybe…”

“Is that what you did with us?” Stella accuses as she stares at him pointedly, despite his eyes never straying from the screen.

“No, but we also moved very fast. Not that I regret a second.”

“Good, I don’t regret a second either,” Stella says happily before leaning back on the couch. “So, what are you gonna do? You’re gonna give him a chance, right?”

“...I guess I’ll do what he said…Fill out the NDA and send it back to his management team. Let him know I’m serious too. What’s the harm in giving us a shot right? I mean, apart from ending up in the media, getting hate mail online from his fans, and ruining both our reputations…”

“Y/N, he’s not Trent or Tyler, his name doesn’t even start with a T. You gotta get out there again sometime.”

“A J is just a T with a bend at the bottom…Plus, I’m perfectly content alone.”

“You’re third-wheeling our Christmas so you don’t wallow in your apartment in self-pity. You’re lonely, I can tell. Also, it depends on how you write it, leave the cross off the top and J is a completely different letter.”

“I just don’t want to rearrange my life for a guy who doesn’t feel the same again. I’ve already set myself back so far because I fell in love with guys who didn’t give a shit about me.”

“You don’t know that Jensen is the same. To me it seems like he’s chasing you. So, I think he gives a shit. look, I’m not saying to fall blindly in love with him, I’m just saving to give it a chance. Be as cautious as you want this time, just don’t shut yourself off. Also, I think you’re getting ahead of yourself…that dress did not look fit for the winter. That means he’s not expecting a visit until summer…”

“Yeah, maybe…”

“Okay, new tactic. Tell me about him, not his celebrity life, the him you know. Start with what made you text him back that first night?”

I take a sip of wine to quiet my racing thoughts as I think as reasonably as possible back to that night. It doesn’t take long for the reasons to come rushing in. I explain how I find him attractive, but not just in a physical sense, at an emotional level too. How he’s surprisingly easy to talk to, he didn’t get mad about the hot chocolate or paparazzi, how he seemed to notice me when nobody else has in a long time, how he seems down-to-Earth, how he’s willing to open up and listen. I tell her about our call when he pulled over to comfort me when I told him about the ‘T-wads’ as you unaffectionately call them.

Once I finish rambling, she brings you back to the present. “See? That doesn’t seem like a guy that doesn’t give a shit. There’s a lot of good there to work with. He could be your one, or he may not…but you’ll never know if you break it off before it gets a chance to bloom.”

I smile and nod as I think it over, considering my options. Eventually I say, “I’ll fill out the paperwork and send it after Christmas.” Then after a few minutes of comfortable quiet with just the beautiful Legend of Zelda soundtrack filling the space, I add, “And I want to invite him as my plus one for the wedding. I don’t know how it could work logistically, but I don’t want to dance alone…”

“There’s still Travis…you’ll have to dance with him once anyway since he’s my bestman…” Nick states matter-of-factly.

“What part of the ‘T-wads’ did you not understand? She’s not dating anymore guys whose name starts with that letter!” Stella retorts.

“She still has to dance with him though, even if it is just one dance…” He retorts with a shrug.

“Don’t worry, I’ll play my part as the maid-of-honor. I’ll do the formal dance, but after that…” I’m cut off by my phone buzzing. Hope bubbles up at the prospect of Jensen calling back to explain his off-behaviour but when I check the screen slight disappointment sets in; it’s my mother. I quickly brush off the disappointment and answer cheerfully.

“Hi Mom, Merry Christmas Eve!”

“Hi Honey, Merry Christmas Eve to you as well, although it would have been more merry if you had’ve come home.”

“I know, I’m sorry, but I told you, I have to help Stell with her wedding. A trip to Houston just isn’t in the cards right now.”

“You can’t avoid us forever you know? I really thought you would come back home after everything with Tyler.”

“Can we really just not talk about him right now, please? Anyway, I’ve made a life here. My best friend is here, my work is here and I told you I’m working on auditions and taking classes.”

“Not over Christmas you’re not.”

“No, not over Christmas. But I’m wedding planning at the moment.”

“Alright, alright. I’ll stop pestering. I am proud of you, you know? Making it on your own out there in the big smoke…Just hold on, your dad wants to say hello too,.” the line goes silent for a second and then my dad’s booming voice forces me to pull your phone away from my ear.

“Merry Christmas, Sweetie. We miss you. I made your favourite Christmas mince pie in your honor.”

“Awe, dad. I love you. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there.”

After painstaking explaining how to put the call on speaker, I chat to both of my parents for a few minutes. I tell them little snippets of my life in New York recently and that part of me does miss the warmth of Texas. As we talk, i’m careful to leave out any details that include Jensen, not wanting them to get over excited before I know if anything will come of it. I remember how overjoyed my mother was when I first brought Tyler home – “a good Texan boy” she said – so I know that she would be excited about Jensen too if she knew. I then understand Jensen’s off behavior and change of tone.

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The letter sat, heavy in your hand. Printed onto it was what you had been waiting your whole life for. All of your hard work had paid off. You’re dream job was just a phone call away. But your boyfriend was in the other room, working on the simulator, practicing over and over for his dream job.

His constantly pulled him around, traveling from country to country, and up until now, you’d been by his side, cheering him on. You step quietly into the room, waiting for him to finish his lap. You watch the screen as he calculates when to do what all in his head, driving with speed and precision.

He sighs when he’s finished, turning in his seat to get a drink from his water. When he sees you his face lights up, but falls when he notices your tense shoulders and slight frown.

“What’s wrong baby?” He asks, standing up to take your hands in his.

You hold the letter out to him. “I got this today.”

He hums as his eyes scan through the page. They stop at the end, his eyebrows furrowing. “New York?”

You nod. “Yeah.”

“Have you told them you can’t go?”

He asks the question with an air of nonchalance. You’re shocked.

“I haven’t decided if I’m going yet.”

Now it’s his turn to look surprised. “What do you mean? You can’t go, it’s all the way in New York. We’d never see each other.”

“Logan, this is what I’ve been working for, my literal dream.” You tell him. “You aren’t happy for me? At all?”

“No. I’m not.” He says, practically throwing the letter back at you.

“So you wouldn’t support me if I did this? After I’ve supported you through your whole career?” You scoff.

“That’s different-”

“How is that different Logan?”

“It just is!”

You shake your head. Just looking at him right now makes your blood boil.

“I’m going for a walk.” You say quietly as you leave the room.

He shakes his head. “You can’t just leave!”

But you’ve already closed the door behind you.

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ben + ethan (+more willo!) - part 2

summary: therapy works. let's see how much progress our single mum ben has had with his only son! 811 words of fluff 🥰

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part 1

Mealtime is precious.

His nanny has an actual, neatly printed spreadsheet list of foods that Ethan loves as a 20-months old toddler. Ben remembers some of them, as he would sit down and have the same meal. He’s pretty sure he’s helped Ethan eat solid foods before, but since when did his baby can use baby fork and baby spoon on his own? He eats spaghetti messily, but he doesn’t need his nanny’s help! Ben takes tons of pictures and sends the cutest ones to We Dem Boyz 💯 and to Mum and Dad.

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Ethan talks to his nanny a lot. He knows his ABC until Z. He can count to 15. It’s Monday, Tuesday, Wennesday, Tuesday again, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. It’s Ethan and Mummy and Bob the Builder, the only man ever.

Then, “We going to Nanana and Papapa?” and Ben talks to Ethan the whole three hours journey down to Poole.

“I’ve always wanted to be called ‘Pops’,” Dad says, squeezing Ethan’s chubby cheek to his. “Like an American.”

“Pops!”

“Yes, baby! Pops! Call me Pops!”

“Pops!”

“Good boy!”

Ben cries. Mum holds him tight, letting him hide behind her neck.

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The possibility of him running to his co-workers in the London Zoo is, well, probably not a lot, yet here he is, a second too late to duck from the infuriatingly hot and adorable placement student, who is beaming at him.

“Ben! Hello!” Willo greets him, looking like a sore thumb with how gorgeous he is in his assembly of Uniqlo. “And Ethan! My guy!”

Huh.

He remembers Ethan’s name from that one fleeting conversation they had at the smoking area, where Ben finished his cigarette quota of one stick per two months. Willo doesn’t even smoke. He was just there to talk to Ben.

Ethan grins, recognising his name. He stares confusedly at Willo’s offered fist, turning to Ben for an answer. Oh. That’s a first. That’s… Something blooms, deep and warm, in Ben’s chest.

“Where is Ethan’s hand?” Ben asks, and Ethan holds up one chubby hand. “Good job, now make a fist. Like this.” He demonstrates, and Ethan follows easily. “Good job, baby. Here.” He pulls Ethan’s fist so it bumps against Willo’s, who giggles and gently bumps their fists again and again.

“He’s so big! How old is he again?”

“How old are you, Ethan?” Ben jostles his baby, excited to show off Ethan’s development that he gets to be a part of. To be fair, he was the one who taught Ethan to answer the age question. “Two-two?”

Ethan nods, making two Vs with his chubby fingers. “Two-two!” he says, and Willo gasps.

“You are older than me?!” He copies, making one V and one I with his distinctly bigger and longer fingers. “I’m two-one years old.”

Ben wants to roll his eyes, but it’s no one’s fault the twunk is seven whole years younger than him. 21. Ben made sure he didn’t have a crush on a single mother when he was 21 (would fuck them, yes, but not making moony eyes at them, no).

“Bob is two-one?” Ethan asks.

“Sorry, he calls random men ‘Bob’,” Ben apologises, smiling and tweaking the tip of Ethan’s nose. “That’s not ‘Bob’, baby. His name is Willo. Say it. Wee-Looo.”

“Wee-Looo.”

“That’s right!” Willo squeals, not minding his 6’4 stature. “Nice to meet you, Ethan.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“Aww, he’s so smart! Wait, was it Bob the Builder, though?”

“Yeah,” Ben answers, then, “what are you doing here?”

“I like it here,” Willo shrugs, “what? I genuinely do!”

“Right.”

“I swear I’m not a creep! I was obsessed with lions when I was young. This is the closest where I can get to them, you know?”

“Ethan likes lions, too, doesn’t he?”

“Lions! Rawr!”

“Aww!” Willo coos, looking just as cute himself with his nose scrunched up like that. “Alright, it’s nice meeting you and Ethan. I said hi already to the lions, so now I’m heading to the gorillas enclosure. Ethan?” This time, Ethan instantly gets on with the program as he bumps his chubby fist with Willo’s. “Goodbye! It’s nice meeting you, my guy. Have a nice day, yeah?”

“Bye bye?”

“Yes, say bye bye to Willo. Willo is going to see the gorillas.”

“Gogo? Let’s see gogo!” Ethan bounces, conveying an urgency. He’s only been doing it around last week; he probably feels that it’s okay to be demanding of Ben’s time and attention now that Ben is okay with giving him that. “Please, Mummy? See gogo?”

“Only if you say it correctly. Go-ri-llas.”

“Go-ri-llas.”

“Good job, baby, okay. Do you want to get in your pram?”

“No.”

“No? Alright.”

“I’ll take the pram.” Willo offers, already stepping up, and thisclose, he smells so fucking good like always. “It will be easier.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course, Mummy. Trust me.”

[charliee]

Celebration with Trent Alexander-Arnold

Masterlist

The atmosphere at Anfield was similar to that of a Champions League final, but it was "only" a mid-season game against Manchester United, and everyone was almost disbelieving with the score of the night, a worthy 7 - 0 printed on the stadium's big screen. That game was a thread of hope that had appeared after a season that has not been one of the best, the feeling was indescribable. Y/o could feel the heat even with the intense cold in Liverpool, the pride and euphoria in his body tripled when he saw Trent approach the stands and throw a smile and a wave to the fans, thanking them for their support, more specifically for you. Trent was bold, it was one of the things you loved most about him, but when he won his boldness and confidence doubled, not that you were complaining, but all Trent needed at the end of a day like this was to hear you shouting his name, the two of you loving each other like there was no tomorrow, compliments coming out of your mouth, both of your bodies losing control, the atmosphere warm and impossible to escape. All you needed tonight was to finish venting what energy you had left. Trent kissed her again, this time in an even stronger and more needy way, as if he wanted to absorb her for himself. Everything was too much and it wasn't even beginning, the clothes and underwear lying on the floor, him on top of her, spreading her legs with his palms on her thighs and then kneeling between them. And lowering himself further and further, a cheeky smile on his lips.- Trent...- Y/o gasped, today was not a day for teasing and he understood that as he saw her soaking wet.His tongue slid in without difficulty, he was slow but firm in his movements with his mouth, sucking and licking her already sensitive clit. Trent's hands were gripping your thighs tightly, preventing you from closing your legs, while his hands found their way to your boyfriend's hair, pulling the strands urgently, his back arching more and more, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his head thrown back and his eyes closed tightly. - Trent, oh my God, please! The familiar knot that only Trent could give you began to form in your stomach, the moans getting louder and louder until a sudden stop from Trent.- What? - Your confused voice faltered, a little annoyed that you hadn't reached your orgasm, but Trent looked at you with a lazy smile, his chin covered with your liquid, and without warning he slid quickly into you, which drew a deep groan from both of you, your body thrusting against his.- My pretty girl will make your champion feel good tonight, won't she? - You shook your head quickly in agreement, and he bent down to find your mouth and deposited a quick kiss as he began to move inside you, your breaths becoming shallow, his mouth never leaving yours, you both swallowing each other's moans.- Only I can make you like this baby girl, so fucking beautiful, I love you," you could cum just at those words spoken so close to your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your neck, your only response was to moan his name out loud and scratch his back so that he would go faster. Trent was close, you could tell because of his shortness of breath, his thrusts becoming deeper and more languid, and his moans that even though low were the sexiest and most provocative thing you had ever heard. His hand reached down to stimulate your clit so that you both came at the same time, which didn't take long, your body arched as soon as he antigated your sweet spot one last time in combination with his nimble fingers. Finally the bed stopped creaking, the sound of skin against skin was replaced by only the sound of rapid breaths and the rustle of moving sheets as Trent got off you and lay down beside you, rubbing his hands against your sides giving you comfort, a sweet kiss being deposited on your forehead. - I love you, my champion. - Y/o snuggled into her boyfriend's chest, returning the kiss on his arm.

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sorry united fans but i had to write this

[pbandjesse]

I can't believe this week is over already. It was so wildly busy and so incredibly full. I feel happy but also so tired. But also so so so excited that we get the day off tomorrow! They canceled camp kick off! Incredible. I am thrilled.

Especially with how busy I was today. I slept fine but not the best. I woke up when James was leaving and I just remember having the biggest smile seeing them. And then immediately fell back asleep until 740.

When I got up I felt a little crazy. I made the bed and got dressed and would decide to wash my hair tonight.

I gave Sweetp a kiss. Checked in the tanks. And was off.

I had a good drive to hunt valley. And it was another good conversation! This time about homes and living in Baltimore. How we came into money for the house. How lucky we have been and privileged to have the help. Plus James getting hit by a truck. We have been lucky in a lot of ways.

Once we got to camp I was overwhelmed. There was still so much to do. I went up to arts to go over all the other programs and made lists of what needed to be collected. I was getting more and more worried. After an hour I texted Heather to ask for help.

She would send me three girls and they were wonderful. I gave them the lists and sent them off to find things. Rocks and paint and identification cards. Pitri dishes and compasses and almost everything I needed. I was just so happy to have them doing that. Because then I could go to the office to work on printing all the examples and guides.

It was a lot of work though. I had to edit so many things so they didn't say "Indian". Just out of date terminology. But things were getting done.

I handed off the prints to get laminated. I appreciate the people who helped with that so much. They wouldn't get everything laminated but they did get everything in the sleeves and I would finish the laminating later on.

I went back to art and did some more organizing of supplies and materials. I can ot wait until our boxes are in so things can be actually organized. But it's something.

I would come back to the office and Callie said we could take the camp truck and go get the deck furniture her parents were giving to camp, and then go to a deli she likes. Excellent.

While we were waiting for the truck to be available I continued my printing tasks. But it didn't take long for us to be able to head off.

It was fun taking the truck. I used to drive a truck and it was fun. It took about a half hour to get out there and it was fun talking with Callie and being silly and the sky was beautiful. It was such a nice little drive.

When we got to her parents' I got to meet her mom a bit more formally. I've said hi before but this was a real introduction. I also got to meet their very sweet dog. Who is a very nervous baby but I liked her apple shaped head.

It would take us a bit to get all of the furniture into the back of the truck. First problem was that there was a second hitch in the middle of the bed that we didn't know about. But I'm very smart and I was able to figure out how to take it out and later on would be able to tell Laney over the phone how to put it back in and I was very proud of myself.

Then it was just a lot of figuring out how to Tetris all of the things into the back of the truck. There were eight chairs and two tables. And I think we did a great job. It was a lot of teamwork and effort. Callie was in the back of the truck while me and her mom were handing her things and trying to help figure out how things should go together. And it was just I think a really good time. We only had four bungee cords but we made it work and everything was pretty secure.

We would do a 2 minute drive down the road to the deli / grocery store. And that was like our test run to see if the things were all going to fall out and they seemed pretty good besides a little bit of rattling from one of the tables. So after I got out of the truck to help Callie park because the truck is very big. We went and got some food.

. It was nicer than growls and kind of reminded me of the grocery store I used to go to in Minneapolis that was really nice. And she would get I think she said chicken salad. And I got a grilled cheese. I also will pick up edamame for later and a cannoli flavored chocolate bar to share with James. We had to wait a pretty long time but honestly food was really good and I think it was worth it in the end.

We had about a half an hour drive back to camp. The new girl who's teaching EAC was at camp and she wanted to know if we can meet up and I told her I would be available in the office in one half hour. And then I just enjoyed my drive with Kelly. We shared Western fries and worried about the table sliding around and possibly breaking the back window. But we did a really good job and so it was not a problem in the end.

Right before we got back to camp I called Elizabeth to make sure that we were good to take the stuff directly to the pool. And we were so we pulled up and I walked to the office to grab the boys so they could help her bring them in and I could go eat my sandwich and wait for Corrina to come find me.

She would come about 10 minutes later which was totally fine. Gave me enough time to eat my sandwich. And then we sat down and went over and just kind of talked through things that might be a problem and figured out some solutions and some alternatives. And I think she's going to do a really good job. There are quite a few times that she's going to be gone this summer but she's not the first one that's done that so I'm not that worried about it. As long as we have someone to cover and whatever project she picks for that week not being too difficult for them to handle.

I would spend the rest of the afternoon finishing the lamination. Tony helped me punch holes in the corner so that we could binder ring them and then Alexis daughter Josephine helped me put the hand talk flashcards into alphabetical order. And that took a really long time. And I appreciate how hard she works because that was not a super fun task. But it got done and then we labeled them with numbers so that we cannot have them fall out of order again and it will not take as long to put back together. But that was like an hour long task.

A whole bunch of materials for the hands on History and some of the other program projects had come and some people had taken the boxes after arts and crafts so I was like sweet I'm going to go up there and unpack them. But some very thoughtful but misguided counselors had unpacked everything already. Each one of those boxes had been labeled for which program they were going to and now I didn't know what program they were for. So I was a little frazzled. So once I was able to get a couple people to come inside and help me we sorted everything out and then I had them carry it to the different locations. I would follow along to the Adirondacks so that I could put things in the correct piles for the boxes for when the boxes come. And it was a little stressful and it was a little sweaty but we handled it and it was all good.

I was ready to go though. I was hot and I was tired. And I went to the office to check in with Heather because she made a comment about next week with me being with the camp all in for the whole time. I thought I was only leading programs not acting as a counselor so I was very surprised. And she was like yeah you're probably right so I'm just going to be jumping in a few times to leave programs not be there from 9:00 to 2:00. So I'll actually have time to continue finishing setting up all the programs. And I hopefully will be able to pull away a couple other people to help me because I still feel slightly overwhelmed by all of it.

I headed out of there and I had a much shorter drive home than yesterday. I would arrive back here at 5:30 and I was thrilled to see James and our dear friend Brooks sitting at the kitchen island.

James and Brooks are going to a baseball game tonight and meeting up with some of our other friends. And it was just really nice to have people over. Brooke's let me braid his hair and he was very surprised that I was able to braid it with just one hair tie. He grew his hair out in the last year or so and he still learning how to do things with his hair so I think he was surprised I was able to make him a very pretty Elsa braid with only one hair tie and not a bunch of barrettes and clips and things. He's learning he's trying. I thought he looked really nice with the braid. And he would leave the house for the baseball game with James with the braids still in.

Once they left I would set myself up outside on the porch swing. Cost per use I'm going to make this swing so worth it in the end. I love the swing. It gives me the same nice feeling that my hammock does but it's more structured so I'm not as squeezed. And I laid out there with my book and my edamame and I had an excellent evening. I had brought crab cake out to soak in a bowl for a bit and then put him in his outdoor enclosure. And I have some plans for how I'm going to build out the bigger outdoor enclosure once we have a fence. And just kind of thought about that and enjoyed sweet peace company and I was out there for a really long time. Couple hours. Just hanging out and enjoying being in my backyard that I own. I was getting eaten alive by mosquitoes and that is something I'm going to have to figure out going forward. But I really love our little space and I'm just really happy that it's coming together so well.

As the sun started to set I brought crab cake inside and put him in his enclosure. I changed out the water in there and he started burying himself as he does. And I would sit outside and write the first half of this post until sweet pea walked himself in and then I came in to close the door. And now I'm running a bath and I'm going to soak and wash my hair and wait for my husband to come home.

It has been a really nice week but man was it a lot. I am so excited to not have to go anywhere tomorrow. My plan is to do nothing. I am going to hopefully have some projects left to do here and work on some art things. Pack my little bag for next week because I'm going to be sleeping over at camp all 5 days. And then on Sunday I'm going to go visit my parents and I'm really excited about that. And I just think that this is going to be a beautiful summer and I'm really excited. And I'm really excited to continue to share my stories with you. I hope you guys all have a great night and you sleep well. Until next time. Good night

[waynes-multiverse]

Multiverse News: Week 1

Greetings, fellow travelers! It’s your favorite hot mess speaking! 🖖

In the new year, I wanted to make an effort to share more about my writing progress and give you guys better (and hopefully, weekly) updates on some of my WIPs that I’ve been working on during that time.

So, for the curious among you, it’s a great opportunity to get some insight, and for me, it’s awesome because I get to share some of my excitement about current projects with you guys. And you know the rules here, questions are not only allowed but welcomed. Let me know if you like this idea and if we should continue it. In the future, I could also add fic recs of what I read that week if that would be something you’re interested in. So, without further ado, let’s get started! 🖤

Fine print: Updates may contain small spoilers, which are announced in italics! 😜

Series Updates:

DBM: Finished three chapters this week. Spoilers: First part takes place in the reader’s past with chosen moments throughout the first three seasons. The chapters are called: Lemons, Salt, Tequila. Cas and Jack also finally make appearances 😇

TBH: Finished up and ready to go up until 30. I still hate them. They keep sacrificing themselves and dying or do something insanely stupid. They won’t cooperate with me, but I’ve worked out quite a few kinks! 💪

PH: Finished until 18. Oooooooh, do I love writing this thing! Spoilers: Intense jealousy and anger management problems in parts 17 and 18. God, they’re idiots! Also, have I mentioned the smut in 13 and 14? 🔥 No? Well, there you go…

Planned Miniseries:

Cast Away: So excited for this one! It’s a hate to love, with one part already being piningly in love, and everything happens on a deserted island because of a stupid witch spell (haha cast away… Get it now? 😂). Also, there might be some Peter Pan elements in this. Be surprised (and if you send me an ask about it, I might send you snippets of the first part) 😉

Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You, Baby: This is actually a part two to a Jensen x Reader one-shot I did in June. I said back then that I want more of them, and I still do. This has been sitting in my drafts for months again. Edited so many times I can’t even count and still not finished. But I had one final idea on how to fix what I don’t like, so we’ll see. I’m quite happy with the direction it’s taking 🙃

Upcoming One-Shots:

Mercilessly: Demon!Dean x Soulmate!Reader fic. Not gonna spoil too much about it because it’s posting soon for a challenge 😈

Everything I Wanted: The alternate ending to On The Beach aka the one I deleted because it was depressing, angsty and devastating. Anyways, who wants their hearts to be broken? (Also, I titled it after the Billie Eilish song because the lyrics and video always make me fucking bawl my eyes out 😭)

[lizzyk137]

New Form of Payment- SF9 Zuho (A Zuho X Reader Story)

Summary: You're Zuho's cat's groomer and after a late work day Zuho forgets his wallet to pay for his kitty's spa day. Will you accept his new form of payment? Warnings: Major smut, overstimulation, light choking, finger play, breast play, anal, DP, daddy kink, good girl kink, and fluff at the end and between.

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"I'll give you a call when they're all ready, sir!" You smiled at your handsome customer with two adorable cats.

You took your time making sure both of the cats had a good and enjoyable time in your salon as you daydreamer about their handsome owner, Juho.

You've seen him on some videos online, and on your Twitter feed, he was in an idol group called SF9, and by some miracle, Juho decided your salon was best to get his cats groomed. You haven't yet met Juho until today, but the girls in the salon kept going on about how handsome, sweet and caring he was. And you had come to find out all the things they described about him were true.

Today was the fifth time Juho had been to the salon, and you were finally lucky enough to be working on the same day as his cats appointment.

You finished brushing out Haru and gave him a small spritz of kitty cologne and put him back into his kennel so you could call his owner to come and pick him up.

Dialing his number, your hands shook slightly with nerves. 'Get a hold of yourself, pretend he is a normal customer,' you thought to yourself.

The line rang and finally you heard a low hello ring out into the phone.

"Hi, Juho? This is Y/N, from Kitty's Paradise, I'm just calling to let you know your babies are all set to be picked up!"

Ever since his cat's grooming appointment with you, Juho has chosen you as his cat's groomer and has religiously brought them in every month to have a little spa day. He'd always give you the biggest smile and wave when he saw you through the window, then answer the phone excitedly when you called to let him know his cats were done their spa day. He had even asked for your number to schedule appointments and to send you cute pictures of his kitties. You eventually grew a huge crush in him and yearned to kiss those pink lips every time he walked through the door but you kept it professional even though your mind went blank except of thoughts of his body on yours anytime you saw him.

"Hey, Juho, just calling to let you know they're ready for pick up!" You hung up after your goodbyes and printed out what his total would be to give it to him. He collected his total sheets in a small scrapbook with a small picture of each cat in case he wanted to go back to a certain haircut or do a different shampoo.

Your coworkers said their goodbyes, and you were the last one in the building for the night. Zuho said he had to work a bit later than usual tonight, so you stayed back and waited on him. You soon saw head lights pull into the parking lot and a black car parked near the entrance. You grabbed the carriers and gently placed each cat inside and brought them to the front just in time for Juho to open the door.

Your eyes widened, and you had to stop yourself from letting your jaw drop. His black hair was slicked back with a few pieces of his bangs loose, and he wore all leather pants and a leather jacket that was snug to his body.

"H-hi! They're all ready for you!" You put on a bright smile to hide your nervousness and sat the carriers on the table in the lobby.

Juho bent down and checked on each of his cats, his shirt slowly moving up his back, exposing his smooth skin. You licked your lips at the sight and quickly turned away before Juho saw. But he did see, and he watched you turned away with a smirk on his face.

"So what do I owe you today?" He leaned up against the counter, his muscles clinging to the leather making you well aware of how toned Juho was. You face burned at your thoughts, although innocent, and you gave him his total paper. He ruffled through his pockets and then gave you a small cocky grin. "Would you accept a different type of payment instead today?"

"Um, what do you mean?" You asked nervously.

"This." He reached his hand forward and scooped it around the back of your neck and brought your lips to his. It started off just as an innocent kiss until his tongue gently went across your lips, asking for entrance, which you granted, and soon your tongues were dancing around as your hands made their way to his chest.

You pulled away after a few minutes, panting for hair, and you looked to see Juho staring at your smirking. He stepped back and locked the front door as he then made his way to the gate. He unlocked it and stepped inside a foot away from you. He bit his bottom lip, stepped towards you, and reconnected your lips as he picked you up and placed you on the grooming table behind you.

Both of your hands roamed each other's body, and you gasped in the kiss when Juho's hand found one of your breasts, and he gently kneaded it, earning a small moan from you. He continued as his other hand found your other breast, making you moan out as he found your clothed nipple and rolled it between his fingers. "God, I love it when you moan." He growled, his lips still on yours.

He let go of your breasts suddenly, and you gave a small whine in protest. His hands found the back of your smock and he untied it and ripped it off of you. His hands found the hem of your shirt soon afterwards and he lifted it off exposing your naked breathes. "Do you come to work with no bra on for me?" He asked cockily as he eyes your chest.

"I-I, oh my..." you gasped as his mouth found one of your small pink nipples. He sucked and bit as his lips latched onto your chest, making your body heat up as you could feel yourself getting wetter. You tried to close your legs so you could relive the tension between them but Juho spread them open with one hand as he placed his body between them.

His mouth unlatched for your chest and he circled your nipple with his tongue, a smile spreading across his face as he saw you lean back in pleasure just at him using his tongue. He started to wonder what you would do when his tongue reached your most sensitive areas that he could feel growing wetter as he teased you. He tongue flicked the tip of your nip cause you to gasp out as your back arched.

He gently pushed you down on the table as his tongue made its way down the curve of your breast and onto your stomach, making your squirm slightly under his arm as he made his way to the hem of your smock pants. His tongue pulled away, and you looked at him as he reached the ties on your pants with a smirk on his face. "Your pants are soaked just at me playing with your nipples. What are you going to do when I play elsewhere?"

Before you could reply, his teeth found the ties to your pants as he undid the little bow that kept your pants snug to your waist. His hands gripped your breasts suddenly, a gasp escaping from you, and they played down your body till they reached your pants, and he lifted your hips up as he pulled your pants and underwear down with one hand. The cold air hitting your hot mounds caused you to shiver.

Juho groaned as he took in your naked body. "I'm going to make you feel so good." He pushed you further onto the table and propped one of your legs up on it, and the other rested on his back as he leaned down towards your center. Your breathing got deep as you could feel him close to your body but not touching. You whined, which earned a small chuckle from Juho. "So impatient for me, aren't you?"

His lips barely touched your skin as he placed a small kiss on your clit. "Please..." You whispered, your eyes locked on his.

"Your wish is my command, princess."

He dived into your pussy as his fingers spread your folds and his tongue licked up all the juices that poured out. Your eyes rolled back as his tongue made its way in and out of your hole. Your eyes made their way back to his and he could feel his pants tightening watching your face look at him in pleasure.

His finger replaced his tongue and you cried out at the cool digit entering your hot body. Your hands grabbed the edge of the table as his tongue danced around your clit with him occasionally nipping or sucking.

He sucked on your clit, his tongue licking it as he sucked and he shoved three fingers into you. Your mind was starting to go blank as your body started to overcome with pleasure. "Juho, I'm - I'm about to come." You cried out as he sped up his pace. Pleasure over came you in waves as he continued, and you called out his name as your orgasmed, his tongue eventually lapping up all your juices.

"Such a good girl, he muttered against your skin, "you came so well for daddy."

You gasped for air as he continued to lick and suck on your clit overstimulating you. He gave one last lick from the bottom of your pussy all the way up to your clit, slurping up as much of your juices as he could. He took off his jacket, exposing his bare chest. You bit your lip as he pulled down his pants, exposing the hard v of his pelvis till they made their way down to his member. Your eyes widened at how big and girth he was, and you got nervous just thinking if you could even fit him inside of you.

He stroked his cock a few times as he watched your chest heave and your face turned from pleasure to excitement. He stepped on the tables foot pedal and brought the table down so your pussy was level with his gaint cock. You gulped as he brought it closer to your sopping mounds. "Already so wet again for me, baby girl. Do you think you've been a good girl to deserves daddy's cock."

You nodded quickly, your tongue moistened your lips to speak, which Juho groaned at the sight of. "Yes, daddy. I want your big, fat cock in me."

"I just can't say no to you, princess." He said as he slammed his cock into you, your screams echoing in the room. He stayed still for a second, his lips finding their way to yours as he peppered them with small kisses while your body clung to his long shaft. He slowly started moving in and out of you, causing you both to moan. "So tight and wet for me. You've been such a good girl for daddy. Daddy wants to fill you up."

He continued to go slow until your body didn't have as tight of a hold on him and he picked up his pace, one hand on your hip and the other made their way to your neck, lightly holding it. "Faster, daddy." You cried out, and he slammed his cock back into you at a fast pace.

"I love hearing those cries."

His cock pounded into your g-spot and you felt yourself grow closer to another orgasm. "So close, daddy."

Zuho picked up the pace while his hand moved from your hip down to stroke your clit in time with his thrusts causing the sides of your linings to close onto his dick as your screamed out. He continued to pound into your, your screams ringing out as he felt his hardening cock shoot out ropes of his cum into you. His slowed down but kept his cock inside of you as he kissed your trembling body. "Such a good girl. You did such a good job clinging to your daddy's fat cock."

He pinched your nipple which earned a cry from you. He pulled out, his and your juices flowing out of your gaping hole. He turned your around to have you on all fours as he slammed his still hard cock into you. He thrusted in and out of you, his cum and being shoved back inside of you. He lifted you up as you back slammed into his chest and he stroked your clit with one hand as the other twisted your nipple between his fingers. Your body was overstimuated, but pleasure crashed over you as his thrusts grew faster. His moved your chest to turn so he could latch onto one of your bouncing breasts as his gripped your neck, choking you.

You felt yourself nearing your orgasm as tears ran down your face. He slapped your clit repeatedly as you felt yourself come all over him, your juices leaking out from your pussy. He threw you back onto the table. Your arms too weak to hold yourself up as his dick continued to fuck into you, your mind blank from pure pleasure.

"Already so drunk of my cock. When we've barely even started." Juho grunted as he unloaded another jet of his sticky cum into you. He kissed your back as he shoved his cum in and out of your wet hole. "I love stuffing you full of my cum." He pulled out, the cold hitting you once again until warmth was brought back in the form of four fingers as he finger fucked you. He slapped your ass causing you to cry out. "I want to fuck you until your so cock drunk you can't think straight."

"Yes, please." You wiggled your ass in excitement and he gave it another slap and he continued to fuck your pussy with his fingers. His cock found the opening of your ass and he rubbed against it. He took his finger out and rubbed the mixture of your juices and his cum over his shaft and your ass. He slowly pushed his cock into you as your cried out in pain. He slowly moved his dick in and out of you until pleasure replaced pain and you moaned as his fingers made their way back to filling up your pussy. He contined to fuck you in both holes, his grip finding its way to your neck.

Your juices coated his hand as he came into your ass with a loud moan and a fuck me. He continednto fuck his cum into you as you clenched around his fingers, your fourth of orgasm of the night.

He pulled out, his sticky cum making its way down your ass to your already sticky legs. He bent down and licked all the way up your pussy to your ass, collecting your juices and his cum. He pulled you up, and his mouth found yours, your lips licking up everything from his.

He sat down tired on the table, his shaft still hard. You were so overstimuated at this point and drunk on his cock and you didn't care. You've never felt this much pleasure before, and as tired as you both were, you craved more. You leaned over, your lips taking in the tip of his penis. Slowly, you took in more of him, as much as you could fit on your tiny mouth, hearing him moan as his hands found their way to your hair, tangling themselves into it as he bobbed your head up and down his shaft causing you to gag as you took in his length. "Take daddy's cock." He muttered, "You're being such a good girl taking all of daddy in every hole."

Your hands found his shaft, and you stroked him as your other hand played with his large balls. You felt his pelvis move up and down as he started to fuck your mouth causing you to gag more as his speed increased. The tip of his penis hardened more as he grew near to his climax. Your mouth was soon coated with his cum and he moaned out your name. You licked up every last drop and swallowed. You gor up and swung your leg over his body as you sat down on cock causing him to shudder as you took his overstimuated penis in your wet pussy.

You moved slowly up and down, his forehead resting on your shoulder as you pleasured both of you. Your hands gripped his shoulders as you bounced up and down faster, making you both moan. You soon both reached your fifth climax, and your juices mixed together as he filled you up. He thrusted into you a few more times making sure to coat your insides with his hot cum.

"I want to stay inside you forever." He mumbled and he held you in his arms, his cock softening inside of you.

You nodded, too drunk from sex to say anything. His lips found your nipple and he planted soft kisses on each. He picked you up, not pulling out as he made his way over to grab a towel from the rack nearby. He sprayed some water on it from the tub and then carried you back to the table. He laid you down and slowly pulled out of you, both of you whined as your bodies unconnected. He cleaned you up then himself. He handed you your clothes and helped you put them on.

He got dressed himself and cupped your check, giving you a small kiss on the lips. "Is this form of payment acceptable in the future?"

"Mhm, it is." You kissed his exposed collarbone, and he groaned.

He winked and pulled you close. "I guess I'll have to come by more often then."

For my friend who gave me the idea, I'll get better at writing on time. XD

[addie-henderson]

(I did NOT proof read this one...)

"and so I said well Mrs. Berkeley clearly doesn't love her son THAT much if she lets him walk around dressed like that." Claudia Henderson gossips from across the table. The story had been going on for nearly an hour and you had slowly became antsy bouncing your leg, hardly listening. A hand reach's down to grab your thigh giving a gentle squeeze. A 'you ok?' Squeeze. You lay your hands over his and squeeze back. He continues chatting with his mom, hand relaxed like it belonged there. His fingers flexed as he spoke about the class project his college professor had assigned that he was more than passionate about sending the tip of his fingers brushing again your clothes clit. It wasn't on purpose he would never do it on purpose in front of Claudia you frown wrapping your second hand around his wrist to subtly get his attention. He glanced at your out the corner of his eyes still speaking as he raises an eyebrow. Your eye look down at his hand and back up to meet his again. You can tell it clicked in his genius mind as he grinned and pulled your chair closer using your leg as a handle. You frown as his mother opens her mouth to respond to his talkings before the landline phone began ranging in the kitchen. "Excuse me, dears." Claudia gives her usually anxious smile before disappearing.

"can we go lay down please?" You ask leaning your head onto his shoulder.

"aw baby. You can go lay on my bed."

"no." You huff.

"no?"

"come lay with me?"

"ok we can go lay in my bed." He smiled leading the way to his old room like he always did even though you'd known the way for years now. He pulls back his light gray comforter to allow you to slide in before getting in after you spooning into your hand spread again you lower stomach to hold you close until you found them snaking their way down your stiff body

His fingers ran over your pussy through your jeans causing you to squirm. "Wait-...your mom."

He groans "don't talk about my mom right now."

"I mean it's rude to have sex in your mom's house, dipshit."

"didn't stop us in highschool."

"because WE didn't have a hom- DUSTIN." His fingers were at work unbuttoning your jeans tucking themselves down below your waistband as you spoke before you could even finish your thought his large fingers rolled over your clit making you hum in shook.

"you're ok I promise." He smiles "no sex I promise just let me help you." He whispers as his hand plays with your increasingly soaking cunt in your jeans.

You cave beginning to melt and relax against the bed being almost completely swallowed by his childhood math print sheets. The pad of his fingers felt almost saint sent when they found just the right pressure causing you to gasp and whimper. Dustin laughs and it sounds of genuine joy, like he was discovering his favorite game for the first time and he'd just won it all. "There it is." He says cockily repeating the action until your thighs tighten around his hand forcing his to stop. "Oh honey... I can't help you like that. Gotta keep 'em open." He chuckles spreading your legs wide to continue his work finger slowing changing patterns so it'd be less noticable when his finger began dipping down between your folds and into your dripping hole before starting a slow agonizing pace of in and out

"oh-...OH." Your eyes widen at the new familiar sensation. Him grazing the place you needed him most inside you. You want to cry out for more but you shook your head to yourself slamming your palm to your mouth and biting into it. "fuck."

You felt a release start to build up in your stomach the more he touched your spot before it all came tumbling out with a mind blowing orgasm. You moan into your hand humping his hand to get yourself off and he just watched and let you. He tsk's at you and pulls his hand out of your sopping pussy putting them in his mouth with a smile. "Now let's get these jeans off I want to eat you out on my math sheets."

[the-bar-sinister]

Bleeding, Broken, Mended (63809 words) by VickytheSnake, thesavagesabretooth Chapters: 11/?

Summary: Law is certain that he was 'rescued' just so Doflamingo could kill him himself, but Doffy has other plans. As far as he's concerned, Law's decade-long quest for revenge was nothing more than a sad misunderstanding. He wants to remind Law how things used to be. He wants to find a way to bring Law back into the fold-- back to him-- forever.

catch up here

-

After teasing Baby 5 for a little bit longer before sending her off to clean fish, Doffy strolled the ship with his hands in his pockets, feeling like a billion berries. Violet had certainly been right— if people were betting on how long it would be until Law cracked, she'd have collected the whole pot. Doffy had been sure it would take longer. Of course he'd wanted to believe that Law would come back to him practically immediately, but it felt like a dream. It felt like too much to ask for.

But wasn't that always the way for him? The lowest of lows, followed by a rightful return to glory. The end of Dressrosa had been miserable. He was owed this. Law owed him this. And he admitted it. And he wanted to make up for his mistakes.

Everything was finally going Doflamingo's way again, just like it was supposed to.

As he passed through the cabins, he overheard voices…or rather a voice coming from Sugar's room. It was Sugar's monotone, though louder than she'd spoken since the loss in Dressrosa, though every inaudible line or so it was undercut with more inflection than she typically gave.

When Baby 5 had been fishing with him, perhaps as a way to distract him from her incredibly obvious crush on Komurasaki, she'd mentioned that Sugar had been acting strange during the interaction with Law.

"She talked like her sister, and called him Traffy. Which isn't a nickname I think I'd ever heard anyone call him." she'd said as they speared another fish.

Doffy had heard someone call him that. Straw Hat. But how had Sugar picked it up? He paused and lingered by her door, listening in for a moment.

"I don't trust him. He said he was sorry but…" he heard Sugar murmur in her quiet voice, before she seemed to answer herself.

"Can't change the past, can ya? But I will say this, sis…" her voice dropped too low to hear. 

Doffy found himself frowning. Was Sugar talking to herself? Whatever was going on, he had better find out.

He knocked sharply on the door of her cabin. "Sugar?"

The voice went silent, and a moment later the door opened. Sugar stood there in her polka-dotted dress, a blue and white shawl over her ball-jointed shoulders as she tilted her head.

"Good morning, young master…" 

"It's a little past morning, Sug," Dorry purred, sweeping his gaze over her, and her room curiously. It was in fact, well past morning by this point. Past lunch and into the afternoon. He'd seen her at breakfast, so he knew that she'd been there. So was she distracted, confused, or giving him sass?

Her room was a mess— toys were scattered over her heart-printed bed and all over the floor. They likely weren't people, not given the way they were inanimate, but they did crowd her space. Hanging stars and pieces of dolls swayed with the motion of the ship as one sat half-finished against the pillows.

It was a humanoid doll, formed at the moment of a torso, head and one leg, all finely articulated. Sugar could make toys with her power with a touch, but she did have a particular talent and hobby of making them herself when she could.

A bowl of plums was off to the side, half eaten.

"Oh. Lost track of time." 

Doffy strolled freely into her room and shut the door behind him. "Mood, Sug, mood," he nodded. "I feel like I lost track of a lot of time the past couple of days."

"It's easy to, I suppose." Her voice had dropped low and monotone again. Ever since the news of Monet's death it seemed all the fight and outward emotion had gone out of her. After Dressrosa, he'd heard she hadn't even spoken for days and days.

"Getting lost in your own head." She followed up. "...Law." 

That was the hardest thing to let go of, in terms of anger. Law's part in Monet's death. It didn't seem like he had killed her directly– but there was no denying that he was responsible.

Doffy remembered holding her lifeless body in his arms, just before he'd found Vergo barely holding on.

He dropped down into a squat as he often did to get closer to her height. "Yeah. Law."

Sugar squinted her good eye at him. Even after her body had changed, becoming like an intricate doll's and freezing in appearance for over a decade now, her bad eye stayed damaged enough to need the corrective lens.

And even then he knew she couldn't see much out of it. 

She nodded once. "I spoke with him this morning. I…" she frowned for a moment, and seemed to listen to something before she continued. "Well. I told him that he had a lot to make up for."

"You're damned right about that," he said, watching her behavior carefully. There was something off about her. There wasn't someone in the room with her, was there? There couldn't be. He extended his observation haki carefully though, just in case. "Law hurt us. Took people from us…."

"I have wanted to turn him into a toy so we could forget some of the hurt," Sugar murmured quietly. "....but my– she thinks it would be a bad idea. Like there's a chance Law really cares about us and we would regret losing him again."

The observation haki didn't pick up any physical bodies in the room aside from Sugar's. She turned and walked over to sit by the doll, putting it on her lap and working to attach another leg. 

"I think there's more than a chance of that," Doffy murmured. "I'm curious who said that to you."

Baby 5 maybe? Giolla? There was a strange knot at the pit of his stomach despite the fact that his haki hadn't picked anything up.

"Someone…" Sugar seemed to tense at the question, testing the motion of the leg joint. 

"You don't want to tell Doffy?" he cooed. She wasn't a child. She hadn't been a child in years. But he'd known her since she was small, and sometimes the best tactics were the ones that had always worked. "I can leave you alone if you don't want to talk to me."

The woman looked down with a subtle frown. She was a grown woman— intelligent and deadly as anyone in the gang— but after a moment of silently tinkering she sighed and placed the doll's foot down.

"My sister told me, Doffy." 

Doflamingo's blood froze and his gaze narrowed. Monet was dead. He'd carried her home from Punk Hazard and buried her in Dressrosan soil.

It was almost reflexive, the way he reached out and caught Sugar's wrist with his threads, commanding her attention.

"Your sister Monet?"

Sugar nodded, winding the threads around her own arm with the twisting of her hand. ".....Monet told me. She's been loud lately, especially since we saw Law again." 

"Monet's been loud," he repeated. He felt the smile on his face fade entirely. It was very possible that Sugar had been… damaged… by the loss of her sister. There were also other possibilities. "You hear her? She's with you?"

Monet bit her lip, the soft clinking sound of porcelain ringing out as she nodded again. 

"Ever since you brought her back from Punk Hazard, young master. Quiet at first. I thought I was crazy." 

"It's good to try to be rational," Doffy said gently. He felt his threads trembling in her fingers as she wound them around her hand. "But now you don't think you're crazy?"

Sugar looked up at him with her reflective eyes. 

"No, Doffy. I don't think she is." The tone of voice had changed again, like it had through the door. "After all…she knows things about Punk Hazard that nobody had the time or intel to tell her." 

Doffy felt his blood freeze again. He knew that tone. "Monet?"

Sugar's smile went rueful as she shrugged her shoulders, a short laugh escaping her lips. "In the sister's flesh." 

Doffy stood up awkwardly as if jerked by his own strings and came and settled down beside her again.

He didn't know if he believed it. He wanted to believe it— but he didn't want to be deceived, even by accident. If Sugar needed her sister's memory in order to be able to carry on, so be it. He tolerated less harmless quirks in all of his family. But he wanted to know if it was real.

He could think of a few ways to test that— many of them with Law's help— with and without her permission.

Doffy rested his hand on her cheek. He chose his words carefully. "Glad to know you've been here for Sugar."

Sugar…or rather, Monet, leaned her face against his hand. "It was a tough time for the family. I had to be there for her again. I didn't plan for it, but I wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth for the chance to watch over my little sis." 

"Good." He stroked his thumb over her– their?-- porcelain jaw. "We've all been missing you. I'm sure you know."

Doffy remembered the sick feeling in his stomach when he'd spoken to her last. She was already dying, and they both knew it. The only thing she could do was give her last moments for the family. Still, asking her to do it had made him sick,

And he'd flown out the window, without a word to the others, hoping against hope that he'd somehow make it there in time.

He hadn't.

The sick feeling churned in his stomach again. Law. But it hadn't been his fault, had it? No. Not really. It was another ghost breathing down all their necks. The ghost of Rosinante, who had seemed to reach from the grave to try to destroy them all.

And Law had suffered for it as much as they all had.

But he remembered Monet's lifeless body in his arms all the same.

She reached out, and Sugar's segmented fingers rested against his cheek in return. 

"I can feel it through Sugar…couldn't miss it for the world, Doffy. I've missed you too, all of you. When I was dying there on Punk Hazard, I knew I had to sacrifice myself to protect you. But I wished that there was some way I could still come home, you know? And then…" She laughed softly, sadly in her sister's voice. "Sugar grabbed hold of me." 

Doffy gazed at her softly, his customary smile far from reach. They lived in a world of haki and miracles. Of devil fruits and ancient curses. Could one soul latch onto another? He wasn't willing to say it wasn't possible.

The idea of it, in fact, sent his mind spinning into 'what ifs'.

"I'll just bet she fucking did," Doffy rasped. "Do you want us to test you, or leave you be?"

He'd find a way to test it, for his own peace of mind, one way or the other. But if she didn't want to know– if Sugar didn't want to know for sure– then he wasn't going to break the solace she'd grabbed onto.

She reached over and gathered the half-finished doll to her lap with Sugar's quiet hum. 

"I would like it if…" Monet's tone finished, "---if we knew for sure what was happening. If it's just her imagination, that's fine. But…" 

He cupped her chin in his hand. "But you want to know for sure."

He felt a thick sensation at the back of his throat. Hearing that she wanted to know almost made him sure that it was her. Monet would want to know.

She smiled up at him, leaned into his hand. "Thanks Doffy. I know I can count on you to figure this out. Sugar didn't wanna say anything. Too worried we were crazy, or that we'd stress you out…but with Law being back.." 

"I don't like having things kept from me, you know that," he said, lifting his chin, "But I can understand why you did. Speaking of Law…"

She held her hands up. 

"Hey, boss. I was trying to convince her to say something as soon as possible." She smiled thinly. "...speaking of the little bastard?" 

He scoffed. "Little bastard is right. But what you said is right too. It seems like he does want a chance to make up for all the shit he's done."

"I figured, with the way he was acting on Punk Hazard." She shook her head, Sugar's hair bouncing around her face. "It started out real nice. You know? And then the closer he got to the end of things, the more cagey and distant he got. Like he was trying to put a barrier between us." 

"As he got closer to forcing himself to stab us all in the back." Doffy grimaced. "He told me the situation got out of control. I believe that."

Monet laughed, slapping the bed with her palm. "Hah! Yeah…" her smile was forced. "I'd believe it too. Nobody coulda predicted Luffy…and he had to make choices on the spot. Impulse." 

"Nobody could have predicted," he agreed, shaking his head. "But I really think Law wants to come back and make it up to us. Would you be willing to let him?"

"I'm fine with it," Monet crossed her arms. "...Sugar's a little less okay with it, but I've been talking her around. I think you heard some of that, didn't you?" 

"I did," Doffy nodded. It was his right to eavesdrop if he wanted to. "I can't blame her for being pissed off, but I'm glad you've been working on her. I was thinking if you would allow it, Law could help us verify your… situation."

"Because of that weird heart switching dealie he does?" Monet laughed. "Honestly…I've been hoping he'd cave and fall back to us since I saw him again. If he's gonna be around, I'm glad. And if he's gonna be here, he might as well make himself useful, right? I'm down for it." 

Doffy hadn't considered the heart switching. He'd been thinking of having them compare details of the events, along with Vergo. But if the heart switching technique would work to verify something like that— and it might— then he could really know for sure.

"He damned well might as well make himself useful," Doffy agreed. "And I intend to make sure he does."

It looked like he had a first job for his new Corazon.

-

Law had toured most of the ship with Bepo and they'd seen the various installations. From the training room to an area where the lower ranked members played pool and drank between shifts around the ship. It was a hell of a ship, large— as looming as its inhabitants, and absolutely decked out for quality of life.

At one point, in a room clearly designed for her, they'd run into Giolla and Derringer. Derringer was posing around, with his nightmarish snaggle-fanged grin as Giolla worked on a sculpture of the Fighting Fish boy she'd doted on since they'd brought him home.

There was a conversation…a rather lively one, where Derringer asked him why he didn't participate in the big coliseum fight. 

Bepo had chuckled about it, pointing out that everyone seemed disappointed that they didn't get to fight Law in the coliseum.

The jovial, long legged and vibrant Giolla had pointed out that…as a matter of fact, she didn't want to fight him at all. And the Straw Hat's were quite enough excitement for her.

Derringer had followed up that he just loved to fight. He'd wanted to see if Dia's former 'best student' could stand against his 'pretty fishman soldier kicks of death'. 

That had begun a rather long conversation about Derringer's training as a fighter, and how it compared to Law's. Bepo listened curiously, but had also spent a lot of the time looking at Giolla's various artworks.

Once they'd parted ways, and Bepo and Law were out in the ship's corridors again, Bepo bumped shoulders with him.

"Almost everybody here seems to have a thirst for… action," Bepo chuckled in a way that Law knew he definitely meant 'bloodlust'. "You kind of fit in, captain."

Law laughed, flushing brightly as he shook his head. "...yeah I bet a lot of shit about me makes sense now that you've met the freaks who raised me, huh?"

He put his paw on Law's shoulder, his ears flicking. He smiled, and only Law would have seen the teasing quality to his ursine expression. "Well since you're the one who said it, not me, yeah. Yeah it makes a lot of sense."

Law laughed, thumping his shoulder against Bepo with a lopsided smirk. "When I left, Derringer was a fucking toddler. Interesting to see he grew up to be an absolute maniac. Giolla…she was always a weird, artsy type. Careful complimenting her pieces, by the way, she might get a crush." 

Bepo blinked and glanced back at the door they'd come from, tugging on the collar of his jumpsuit. "Oh.Uh. I'll be careful about it."

Law laughed, shaking his head as he walked through the hall. It was…nice…that he was able to allow himself to think of them again— as people, and not power-ranked names on his longstanding hit list in misguided revenge.

Giolla the passionate artist, Derringer the fish boy who had grown up into a strange, but interesting adult…Sugar, Baby, Doffy, the executives…all the people he'd purposefully shut out of his life but once loved.

Now he could introduce Bepo to them, laugh with them and get under their skin once more. 

When they finally ran into Komurasaki, it was in one of the lounge style cabins that the ship seemed to be almost extravagantly full of. This one was styled as a library, and though she looked up and saluted him as they entered, her attention was clearly still on the little stack of old newspapers she'd been leafing through.

"Captain," she greeted with a nod.

"Catching up with world events, Komurasaki?" Law asked as he shut the door behind them, sauntering over to drop into a seat with a grin. 

"It's all quite fascinating," she nodded. "There's so much of the world beyond Wano, and I haven't seen any of it. Half of what I've been reading sounds like gibberish."

Bepo came and sat hovered over Law for a moment before he sat down too. "They're mostly gibberish even if you know more about what's going on anyway."

"That's what happens when you let the world news be written by a money and gossip crazed crime boss who looks like a fucking talking albatross." Law leaned on his hand. "...but you'll get up to speed, Saki. There's a lot that Wano hid outside its walls." 

"I'm very eager to see it," she nodded. "And now you've made me curious about this albatross. But what have you two been up to, captain, if I can ask?"

"Long story," Bepo chuckled quietly.

Law leaned back in the chair. "I got some news you need to promise not to tell anyone until it's time, alright?" 

Komurasaki's eyebrow raised, and she nodded. "You have my word."

What might she be guessing it was? Probably not what he was about to tell her.

"Before I get there," he held up his hand. Even to his crewmates the urge to be a bit of a pain in the ass sometimes welled within him. "How have you been gettin' on with the Donquixotes. Alright? They've been treating you well?" 

Her expression became inscrutable once again as she smiled. "No one's done any violence to me, if that's what you're asking."

He leaned on the back of his hand with a smirk. "Good, I'd have to teach them a lesson if they did. But I mean more personally. You get along with 'em? Sugar didn't give you a hard time? Derringer? Baby?" 

"Derringer wanted to fight me when he found me discussing weapons with Baby 5. But we didn't have an opportunity yet," she said with a shrug. "Sugar I haven't spoken with more extensively than this morning, but I think we were getting along, captain."

"Good," Law smiled at her "...because they're your new crewmates. Sorta." 

She smiled her mysterious smile and cocked her head. "I'll be sure to continue to get along with them, then."

Her absolute refusal to react with any kind of shock, surprise, or confusion was certainly something. Her emotional control was top notch. With anyone else he'd get a rise…but with her…well.

He'd just have to try harder to get to know the little twitches behind the mask.

He chuckled. "Good, because I'm their new Corazon. That means I'm one of the top executives of the Donquixote Family, in charge of my branch of its operatives— which currently consists of you and Bepo."

"So, the same as before then?" She leaned toward him, resting her chin on her hand.

Bepo made an incredulous noise.

"...." Law shook his head. 

"Saki, has anyone ever told you that you're an absolute trip?" He smirked, holding his hands up "Yeah, sure, except with the promise of new crewmates assigned to us…and the fact that we'll be official parts of the Donquixote family. Perks and bullshit and all." 

"No one has told me that," she said, laughing gently into her sleeve. "Perhaps it's a clash of cultures. I'll admit I'm very curious about all of this. Baby 5 did tell me some of your history, and some about the Donquixote family, but I'll admit I do wish I had more context to appreciate the apparently fascinating circumstances unfolding around me, captain. None of this is any more new or surprising to me as—- well, anything else since leaving Wano."

"Too true," Law pointed to her. "Wano was like a different world. When I was there, I felt just like that…that everything was new, and without a fuckin' ounce of context."

He grinned at her. "...so if you'd like, I can tell you the story of the Donquixote family and the absolute sea of drama that took us right here where we sit. If you like. I know you like theater." 

She laid her hands on the table. "Captain, I would be delighted."

-

Appealing to Komurasaki's tastes, he put energy into the retelling of his time with the Donquixote Family and his misbegotten quest for revenge. Telling it like some kind of epic, or a storyline straight out of the Sora comics, he layered it thick with true detail and emphasis on the complicated web of connections between Doflamingo, himself, Rosi, the executives and officers, and the world government.

It brought him back— back to the horror of Flevence. For so long his memory of Doflamingo taking him in had been tainted by the stories Rosi had told, but when he retold it now, he was surprised to see with eyes unclouded by revenge.

Doflamingo had saved him when all he was trying to do was kill himself. Doflamingo had taken him in. Rosi had abused him and the other children…all to drive them off. He found himself telling the story of those nights hurled into the trash, or intercepting him trying to beat Baby 5 with a vitriol that snuck up on him.

That moment in the snow, shut in a literal chest and muted from even screaming, he heard the man he thought had saved him be executed, and he'd severed ties to the family that'd taken him in.

He told them about the rise of Dressrosa, as neutrally as he could. The good, the bad, the ugly— the way it spiraled out after the regret of Punk Hazard. 

It always came back to Punk Hazard. The moment everything started to go wrong in his plan of uncomplicated vengeance.

All throughout…the long withheld feelings for Doflamingo and his peers in the gang came flooding into the narrative, all the way to the catharsis and height of the offer to take the seat he'd previously shot down. 

Komursaki and Bepo both listened with rapt fascination. Both had heard bits and pieces in different times, but this was the first for either of them, start to finish. Law noticed the way Bepo's sharp teeth clenched when he'd talked about the way Rosi had treated him and the other children.

When the tale was finally done, Komurasaki clapped her hands tightly together. "It truly is like one of the plays of my country, all vengeance and horror, and lingering curses. If it were such a play, this man, Rosi, Doflamingo's brother, would doubtlessly looming over the production as a spirit in a ghastly mask."

"You know Komurasaki…that's kinda how it's felt for the last 13 years. Rosi's been looming over me for 13 fuckin' years in a ghastly mask." He tapped his chest, where the grinning tattoo was "Looming over everything. So that's a pretty damn good observation." 

"I pride myself in my understanding of theater," she chuckled. "It was part of my training. From all you've said, it sounds like he may well be banished from the stage— soon, if not already. I'm pleased to have been able to join you for this third act."

Law tented his fingers, smiling broadly. "You make for a pretty good third act addition, admittedly. We're glad to have you. And that…that brings you up to speed on why this Corazon thing's kind of a big deal. And why I'm hoping that things go well with the officers of the family."

"It certainly makes that very clear," she agreed, nodding. Her voice was even, and her eyes were fierce and intrigued. "I didn't expect, when I signed on to your service, that I would be joining a larger organization, but it makes little difference to me. I was raised in a brothel and trained as a criminal. I ran away and discarded my duty to become a killer and a thief— a pirate. It's no matter to me how large the crew, or how long the chain of command. I'll strive to do you credit in your position."

She put her hands together, and in the custom of Wano, she bowed to him.

Law's smile crept a little wider. He put his own hands together with a subtle bow of his head in return, before he leaned over and patted her shoulder with a chuckle.

Back in Wano he had expected to take on a new Heart Pirate. Another crewmate on a small, packed ship with a small, close knit crew. Komurasaki, the criminal princess who wanted to be a pirate, was a perfect match for the misfits there, after all.

But the Heart Pirates were gone, and he wasn't going to let their deaths be for nothing. Komurasaki signed on for adventure, death and danger…and for being surrounded by strange misfits unlike anything Wano had to offer.

The Donquixote Pirates would suit her as much as they clearly still suited him.

"I know you'll blow 'em out of the water, Saki. The three of us are going to be a fucking nightmare." 

Komurasaki smiled, and for just a moment, all trace of her beautiful poised mask was gone. Her smile was savage. It had teeth.

"I'm really looking forward to it."

-

Telling the story was an ordeal in its own way, and it took all the way until it was time for dinner. There was a bell. If there had been yesterday, Law had been too distracted by Doflamingo to notice. This was Law's first meal with the crew, and, once Doffy made the announcement, it would be his first meal officially as Corazon.

The galley smelled of herby baked fish, the scent of it hovering over the mingling of cigarette smoke and various family members' perfumes and oils. As Law entered the room with Bepo and Komurasaki, Doffy put his hand on his shoulder.

"Come on and sit with me."

Law noticed a few eyes on him from the table.

He nodded to Doflamingo, smiling up at him with a low huff of breath. "Of course, Doffy. Lead the way."

Baby 5 was staring intently at him among the crowd— but to his genuine surprise she actually waved to him. And less to his surprise she tried to wave for Saki and Bepo's attention, pointing to empty seats near her with a ridiculously stupid smile. Bepo looked to Law for confirmation, and then the two of them went to sit by Baby 5— while Law was led to the head of the table.

The place Doflamingo pulled out a chair made a statement all on its own. It was the place directly to the right of the head of the table, next to Vergo, and directly across from Trebol. Pica was next to Trebol, and Diamante next to Vergo.

Doffy's hand left his shoulder, and he patted the back of the pulled out chair before sitting down blithely on his own, a wide smile on his face.

Law took a deep breath, and leaned on his hands, elbows propped on the table to Giola's sniff of mild displeasure at the manners.

Once Doffy gave his announcement, everyone would know he'd come home for good.

-

Doflamingo picked up his spoon and tapped it gently on his wine glass, ringing it like a bell to bring the chaotic table to attention.

All attention was drawn to him, the eyes of the family turned with a mixture of curiosity and expectation. The family was always rowdy and chaotic, but when Doffy talked, they listened.

Law shifted beside him and sat up a little straighter. Seeing it made Doffy's smile widen. It gave him a burst of confidence-– that Law really did want to do this.

He squared his shoulders, and put his fingers together. 

"Things have been rough lately, haven't they? There have been ups and downs, but those of us who are still here have hung together, haven't we? Even surprisingly in some cases."

Doffy let his gaze linger on Violet for a moment. She, of all people at this table certainly already knew what was going on. He smiled at her.

Violet raised her glass with a knowing smile, her eyes that saw everything bright and mischievous as she nodded.

"Stranger things happen," she agreed to the general murmur around the table. 

"Stranger things indeed," Doffy chuckled. He ran his finger around the rim of his empty glass. "I usually don't like surprises. But every now and then there's a good one. Another thing I don't like is mistakes. Nobody likes mistakes, right? Nobody likes feeling like they've made a mistake."

He glances around the table, sure that everyone understood what he was talking about.

"But mistakes happen. We don't punish people for their mistakes. For their failures. We move on. The Donquixote family moves on, and we keep rising." 

It was true. It was known. There were rules in the family, serious rules, but 'no mistakes' and 'no failures' were never on the list. Everyone knew that unlike many of the most fearsome pirates and criminals, Doffy confronted mistakes and failures with compassion. He was told that everyone knew that.

"But we do have to acknowledge when we've made a mistake," Doffy continued. "We have to confront it and be willing to move on. To correct our mistakes and do better. That's what separates a mistake from something like say… a betrayal."

He heard Law hiss softly through his teeth, the slight wince of the obvious shame he felt rolling through him before he glanced sidelong at Doflamingo.

The table had gone tense. Betrayal. 

Mistakes were forgivable, but not a single one forgave betrayal. Eyes had gone to Law, and from the look on a few faces, some had figured it out while others had not.

Derringer fidgeted in his seat, looking utterly lost as he glanced between Doflamingo, Law, and Violet.

Sugar, or perhaps her sister, huffed a short breath before she smiled. "And the Sea Devils help whoever betrays the family…right?"

"Sea devils help whoever betrays the family," Doffy agreed. Carefully, deliberately, for show as much as anything else, he reached out and rested his hand on Law's shoulder. "But mistakes are forgivable. And Law has acknowledged that he made a mistake. And he's decided that he'd like to make up for that mistake, and its many consequences, by serving as our new Corazon."

Giolla nearly spit out her wine, her glasses catching the light as she turned towards Law…all eyes turned towards Law as a matter of fact.

Baby 5, however, jumped out of her seat excitedly. "REALLY????? Our new Corazon?? LAW????" 

Law flashed a smile with a shrug of his shoulders under Doffy's hand. "Trebol said I could never do it, I know— and I did make a mistake, and I sure as hell am gonna make up for it. As Corazon, I'm going to give everything I can to help the Family come out of the trouble I helped put it in." 

Trebol chuckled and waved a hand. "In this case I'll be more than happy for you to prove me wrong. Don't think it will be easy, though, Corazon."

Doffy smiled with relief over at Trebol, watching the surprised, and excited reactions, and the more calm, composed ones alike. No one would question his judgment— not openly at least. And he was sure. He was sure that Law really meant what he said. He had to.

He squeezed Law's shoulder. 

"You all know that I wouldn't put him in this position if he didn't have my full confidence. Law, you have always had my full confidence that you'd be a worthy successor to my beloved first Corazon." He smiled over at Vergo brightly and Vergo nodded his head with a thin smile. He approved…the subtle look on his face spoke of that. 

Doffy turned back to Law. "Is there anything you'd like to say to the table while we have their attention?"

Law cleared his throat and stood slowly, his hands firmly at the table. 

"I know it's been a strange few days for everyone. None of you probably expected to see me again, much less as anythin' but an enemy."

He took a deep breath. Doffy was pleaded by the way the family listened in silence as he spoke.

"...but I wanted to say thank you, to all of you, for draggin' me and my crew out of the water and welcoming us home, even if a lot of you had reservations. I also wanna say again, I've said it to a few of you in private but for the whole family—- I'm sorry. I spent the last 13 years of my life being haunted by a ghost, seekin' revenge for a crafted misunderstanding. I hurt all of you, my family, for a man I thought had saved me. I made a mistake…and I'm glad to be here, making up for it as best I can. I'm…" he flushed a bit, looking off to the side. It almost looked painful for him to admit. "I'm glad to be home and part of my family again." 

His words hung over the table for a moment, and as Doffy looked around at all the reactions it was Pica who finally spoke.

"Glad you're back."

Diamante grinned broadly and drummed his hands in a beat on the table. "Welcome home, Law! Let's hear it for Corazon!"

This was a signal to the rest of the family, and they took it up admirably, as Doflamingo started opening bottles of wine.

The family had erupted into celebration, cheers, congratulations…Baby 5 had launched herself almost literally across the table to tackle Law with a blubbering series of 'welcome back's' and 'you fucking idiot's'.

Violet's grin had split her face as she slid up to Doflamingo with a gentle elbow to his side and a whisper of 'thanks for helping me win the pot, Doffy'.

Spirits were high, even with reservations— even with the more reserved members of the family, this was a cause to celebrate. 

Doffy felt like his smile was going to break his face.

-

Bepo wondered if all of the meals with the Donquixote family were going to be like this. Obviously this was a particularly special occasion, but even the night before had been quite rowdy and active and garrulous, with its own kind of party atmosphere. And Bepo suspected that everyone had been in a bad mood that night. The Heart pirates had never really eaten together consistently, mostly grabbing meals alone or in pairs in between shifts of work on the ship. He'd never minded that; he never thought much about it at all. Now he was forced to consider the contrast. 

At some point in the meal that was more like a party, it was broadly confirmed that he and Komurasaki would also be staying with the family under Law, and Bepo and she were welcomed with almost as much enthusiasm. 

He lifted his wine bottle-– he'd been given a whole bottle when someone noticed his issue with the glasses— acknowledging the welcome rather bashfully.

Amidst the clapping and 'welcome to the family's' surrounding him, he became rather aware of a pair of bright eyes on him. One of the Donquixot's had crept up on him rather suddenly, looking up at him with wide and long-lashed eyes tinged an unsettling red, set above jagged and almost sharklike teeth.

"Welcome, welcome Mr. Bepoooo~~~" 

"Thanks, Derringer," Bepo grumbled bashfully. He'd only spoken to him a few times in passing before now— today when he'd mostly been listening in on his conversation with Law, and when they were introduced the night before, and it had been pointed out that Derringer was apparently the closest person on the ship to Bepo's age.

"You're welcome, I betcha are kinda excited, huh? We're a fun group. Lots of fun, and now you're one of us!" Derringer had somehow gotten even more animated than he was last night. He shifted from foot to foot with the clicking of his heels, ducking, bouncing himself up to meet Bepo's eyes with his ear-to-ear smile.

He was energetic, incredibly feminine as he tittered away in excitement, and very much not human. Bepo had heard from Giolla, and it was obvious looking at him, that Derringer was a half-fishman, of the 'Fighting Fish' subspecies. It was another thing that the two of them had in common apart from their apparently close ages. Neither of them were human.

It had always made him feel like an outsider, even in the Heart pirates. But it was feeling like less of an issue here. He already got the impression that some of the human people at the table didn't consider themselves human, much less care what species other people were.

"You all seem fun," he admitted with a pleasant huff. He asked what had been on his mind. "Are mealtimes always like this?"

"Huuuuh?" Derringer tilted his head to the side, putting a delicate finger to his cheek with a batting of his eyelashes. "You mean loud, excited an' full of yelling?" 

Bepo chuckled, glancing over the table. At the head of it, Doflamingo was practically draped over Law and Vergo, while Diamante seemed to be telling some story, and was laughing loudly.

He nodded to Derringer. "Yeah, that's what I mean."

"Oh yeah, absolutely!" Derringer grinned widely, his teeth clicking gently together as he laughed. "I mean…soooometimes we're a little quieter. And every now and again the yelling ain't from us~~ you know, if Baby or onna the other assassins brings a guest for dinner or somethiin'. But basically yeah! We have fun, y'know?" 

Derringer shifted again, this time with his painted fingernails back against his slender chest and his other hand on his hip. "Ain't that normal?" 

Bepo shrugged. "Honestly the only time I've really been to a meal like this is the couple of times we ate with the Straw Hats."

He scratched his chin at the dark suggestion of a 'guest for dinner', but it wasn't as if Law and Straw Hat hadn't had Caesar Clown as a prisoner for weeks. That had been Law's plan, too. One of the few elements of his plan that had survived contact with Straw Hat.

Derringer nodded sagely, before clasping his hands behind his back and lurching up into Bepo's personal space with a grin. "I didn't get to know 'em well. Mostly I got to fight one of 'em before they blew everything up. Were they as fun as us?" 

"I didn't get to know them very well, either," he admitted, scratching the back of his neck as Derringer got in his personal space. "They were fun, but you guys seem fun? You asked if it's normal, and I don't really know."

Derringer nodded , his horns coming rather close to Bepo but careful enough not to bump him. "This is basically all I've ever known, myself. I mean, I grew up with the Family, so I wasn't sure…"

He trailed off before he bounced on his heels and grinned again. "Oh oh oh! I don't wanna ask about the Heart Pirates 'cause I think you're probably still sad about that and I don't wanna make you sad!" He was babbling, tittering away as he tossed his head from side to side. "Soooo…what came before that? Were you from Zou? Zon?" 

Sad about the Heart pirates. Bepo was sad. Of course he was sad. But the problem was he was mostly feeling bad that he didn't feel worse. Feeling bad that his biggest feeling was he was grateful that he'd been able to hold onto Law— Law who had saved and defended him when they were young— for just long enough for someone to pull them out of the water.

He shook his head, grateful for the distraction. "Zou. I left when I was really young though. Just a little kid. I went chasing off after my brother, like some kind of moron."

"Woah!!" Derringer put his fingers to his soft lips, gasping with a broad grin. "That is pretty stupiiiiid, but also kinda cool?" 

"Thanks," he chuckled embarrassedly. Derringer was practically in his lap at this point, so he scooted his chair out a little to make room for him. "I wanted to be a pirate. Things uh, wouldn't have worked out if Law hadn't found me though."

"B'cause most humans are awful, evil little things that wanna hurtcha or enslave ya 'cause you ain't like them?" He asked with wide eyes. The way he said it, despite the lilting and faux-cheerful tone, spoke from experience.

It was easy to imagine what circumstances the Donquixotes had snatched him from. 

Bepo remembered his treatment as he went from town to town, treated awkwardly or chased away at best. Pelted with rocks or threatened with guns at medium. He remembered the way he was pinned down and prodded by children— by people who were afterward for many years his crewmates— rescued by the vengeful fury of an angry Law.

It was easy for him to imagine Derringer's past. And what might have befallen him if he hadn't fallen in with the Donquixotes.

He nodded. "Yeah. That's it exactly."

Derringer nodded, hopping up onto the table to sit with his high-heeled legs dangling, just in front of Bepo. 

"Yeah, it ain't easy! But the pirate life is the kinda life for people like us." He tilted his head. "I didn't know Law super great when he left. I was just a shrimp! But hearing he helped you out means I'm not gonna kick him in the shins later!" 

"I appreciate that. He means a lot to me," Bepo chuckled. "But I'd love to watch if you two do ever have that sparring match. And. You're right about the pirate life."

It was the life that he'd always wanted, even when he was little. It was what had dragged him away from the shores of Zou. He was glad that he'd be able to keep doing it alongside his beloved captain, even if it wasn't the way he'd expected. Maybe it wasn't a bad surprise.

[yoongis-black-grilfriend]

Can I request headcanons of urban being ur bf

I feel like Urban is good with communication so if you guys were arguing he would be the type to sit down and actually want to talk about it 

Don’t try to yell at him and he will literally not engage in conversation until you lower your voice

“Let's talk about this in a calm manner baby there's no need to yell” 

 

You guys don't really post each other on social media but when he posts you it is usually something about you I could be like a meme he posts on his story and the caption is 

LMAOO my girl does this 😭😩! 

When you post him it’s usually like his hand on your waist your on your ass (like private but not private) 

The PDA between you two is very calm like you like to hold hands and hug each other and you guys never give each other more than little kisses here and there in public. 

IDK why but I feel like he would take you to like a different type of museum and takes pictures of you in front of the art and he prints out the pictures and then puts all of them in a cute picture book <<<33

You know I have to add some Toxic!Urban in here anyways Urban is the type of guy that does not realize all the attention he gets from girls and when he does he low-key entertains it

He would literally DIE if you even thought about any other guys which cause some problems in your relationship

This one isn't really toxic but it is when you think about it. He gets along with your mom so WELL. So every time you guys are going through something he goes to her so she goes to you and yells at you (even though he's wrong most of the time

" y/n stop being so mean to him no other man is going to love you like he does!"

ONE NSFW HEADCANON 

When you guys finish having sex he takes pictures of your fucked out figure and keeps one in his wallet and HUNDREDS in his personal picture book. 

I’m in the writing mood so this is only the beginning so send in a request and let me know how this was and lmk if you liked it!  

[savoryscribbles]

General Writing Headcanon's (Obey Me Edition)

A/n: I'll update this with the link to the masterlist once I release it.

Parings: n/a / all

Warnings: kinda crack

Tags: general headcanons, character analysis-ish, kinda crack?

If you write on stationary with food designs on it, Beel with eat it

Lucifer writes so pretentiously, not only via his word choice, but his handwriting just screams "I'm better than you"

Satan has a book of "hard to understand words" and replaces every word he can with some far off obscure word no one knows the mean of

Sometimes Levi writes "hate mail" to other countries they're at war with, he uses all the gamer insults he can think of.

One time his subordinate sent one because it was in an envelope with a stamp, perfectly ready to be sent.

Needless to say, the old man demons they were addressed too had no idea what "dogwater" meant.

Asmodeus definitely has frilly stationary sets where the paper has flowers all around the side, and the envelopes are baby pink. Also bought a bottle of perfume dedicated to spritzing the letters with.

All of Beels letters have grease stains on them, to the point most think it's just printed on... until they touch it, and realize it is in fact still greasy

Belphe's homework usually has smudges on it from where he fell face first into it because he hurried to finish it at like midnight

Diavolo got custom made wax seals of the cute emoji the brothers made of him in a dress

He also got some of Lucifer on the unicorn and gave them to him for his birthday

Diavolo gifted Mammon stationary that had gold leafing on it, which he sold. Lucifer was enraged when he found out lololol

Before the DDD was standard to have, Levi would use Mammon's crows to send messages to his online friends if the game didn't have a chatting feature

The other brothers often use Mammon's crows to deliver letters without asking him because they knew he would start charging them insane prices for the service. Which, yeah, is something he would do, but...

He knows, because his crows tell him everything, especially if it's about his brothers(and MC). In fact, after the first few times it happens, he trains all his crows in delivering letters.

They tell him every time one of his brothers sends a letter. It makes him feel useful. Which is why he never brings it up to them because then they'll stop.

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧: 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝐻𝑦𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑑 𝑃𝑒𝑡 𝐺𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝐼𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑡 (𝑅𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑)

Warnings: NSFW content. Read at your own discretion.

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

Loud and intense slurping sounds were the only thing heard besides your whimpers and moaning. You tried to move away from the face that was currently buried between your legs as you felt your 6th orgasm building up, but a firm hand placed itself on your stomach, holding you down to keep you from moving.

"Come on my little kitten, you know you want to cum one more time. Cum for me."

Hongjoong's skillful tongue laps up all of your juices, not letting a single drop go to waste. Coming up to lay on top of you, he kisses you tenderly, leftover arousal on his lips now being tasted by you. His fingers sweep your hair away, scratching at the back of your [insert color] ears and he chuckles when he feels you purring into his mouth.

"You feeling good kitten? You feel better?"

Although having him eat you out so many times was always a delight, you still felt like you needed more, your core starting to feel empty and needy. Looking up at him, your pupils dilated as your fingers brushed along the tent in his pants. Playing coy, Hongjoong tilted his head at you.

"What is it kitten? Do you want something from me?"

Hongjoong chuckled when he felt your claws began tearing at his jeans. Getting the hint, he began to take himself out, slapping his head on your clit.

"Don't worry kitten, master will fill you up."

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

Seonghwa let out a loud hiss when he felt your walls clench unbearably tight around him. His hand came down to caress the red prints he had left all over your ass, stroking them with utmost tenderness, before coming over to play with your little cotton tail, which briefly twitched when it felt his touch.

"You like that my little bunny?"

Your drawned out moan was an affirmative answer. Wanting to further tease you, he harshly tugged at your tail, sending you yelping into the pillow as you began cumming all over him.

"Oh fuck bunny! I'm gonna cum! Gonna cum inside you!" He cried out, his thrusts becoming more sporadic.

Your long ears began fretting uncontrollably when they heard his words.

"N-no master! You could get me pregnant! Humans can still-" Your sentence couldn't be finished as your body began getting heated once more.

Seonghwa's thrusts never stopped, in fact they got more desperate. Leaning over, he began kissing along your back.

"Really? I can breed you my little bunny?"

You nodded your head as you felt yourself cumming once again, nearly squirting when you heard his next words.

"Then let's knock you up. I wanna see you full of my babies."

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

Your fingers couldn't keep from fisting at your skirt, your eyes looking everywhere but at the tv in front of you, where a movie your loving master had put on for your weekly movie nights you often had. You hated this, you thought you could distract yourself and ignore the immense throbbing that started that morning, but it was becoming too much.

"Baby? Are you ok? What's wrong pup?"

Yunho's voice snapped you out of your thoughts and until then you realized you had been unconsciously rutting yourself on his thigh, your cheeks burning red with embarrassment. But Yunho didn't seem to mind as he began kissing your shoulders, hands sliding up under your shirt to knead at your exposed breasts.

"It hurts doesn't it puppy?"

You nodded, melting into his touch and tilting your head so he could suck hickeys into your neck.

"Is this ok? Does this feel better?" He asked you as he pinched your nipples.

You whined loudly, loving your master's caresses, but wanting them places elsewhere.

"Yes but-but.." You were too scared to ask him.

"But what pup? Still hurts? Where do you need it?"

Humming softly, Yunho dropped one hands inside your skirt, pushing your panties to the side to slide a finger, then 2 inside of you. You cried out at the stretch his long fingers gave you, spreading your legs out more so he could add a 3rd one.

"Master will take the pain away for you pup."

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

Coming home to find you, his fox hybrid, in pain and furiously grinding yourself onto a pillow somehow didn't phase Yeosang. He knew that you were bound to start your first heat anytime soon. You on the other hand, didn't fully understand what was happening to your body.

"M-master, please help." You begged him, your eyes becoming brimmed with tears.

Gently, Yeosang calmed you down first before ushering you to lie your naked body down onto the bed. Petting your ears softly, he went to his closet to get out the box he had stashed away until this moment arrived. Coming back over to you, he took out a weird device you had never seen before, but it was pink, long and cylindrical in shape. Turning on a button, it began making a buzzing noise and Yeosang then lowered it down until it touched your throbbing clit.

"Oh! Oh my god." You squirmed as vibrations pulsated all over your body.

Yeosang's fingers went back to your ears, stroking them as he moved the device around your sensitive little nub.

"This is called a vibrator my dear. It will help you out at times like these."

Soon he moved the vibrator from your clit and slipped it inside you, sliding it in and out of you until you were a shaking mess and came for the first time in your life. Taking it out of you, Yeosang studied the glistening juices left from your orgasm.

"Of course, one day even this won't be enough for you..."

You blushed and let out a squeak when you saw him lick some of the cum off as he winked at you.

"But that's what my cock will be here for."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

San's fingers yanked your hair from the pillow, not willing to let you muffle the screams pouring out of your mouth. You cried out even harder as he began landing hard slaps on your ass.

"Stop trying to hide now, acting like you weren't rutting yourself on Mingi's lap just 5 minutes ago like the little bitch in heat you are."

Tears came down your cheeks as your legs threatened to give out underneath you. You didn't want to make San mad, but your heat was unbearable and yes, you accidentally rutted yourself on his friend while he was cuddling you on his lap.

"I'm sorry master! My- can't control my heat!" You exclaimed.

San let out a pensive hum, his hips slowing down until they stopped and he pulled out of you, which made you whine harder at being denied to cum.

"You're right....you really can't control yourself when you're in heat. All you can think about is getting fucked over and over."

With a sadistic grin, he threw you over his shoulder and stormed out of the room and into the living room, where his other members had reddened faces at having heard what was going on, but now they looked in shock as San set you on the floor, displaying your naked form to them.

"Guys my little puppy hybrid is in heat and needs a little fucking. Correction....a lot of fucking." He emphasized the last part.

Using his foot, he made you open your legs so they could all look at your soaked hole which ached to be filled once more, stuffed to the brim with cum.

"Come on guys, I've seen you stare at my little bitch too many times. If you want to fuck her, now's your chance. "

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

You couldn't ask for a better caregiver than Mingi. You absolutely loved him and he absolutely adored you. He took great care of you and was always displaying his affection towards you. And he always made sure to satisfy your needs, especially when you went into heat. You always looked forward to those times because he was extra attentive and even romantic towards you.

"There you go my pretty little kitten. That's it. Just take it nice and slow."

Your head was thrown back, eyes closed as you lost yourself in the immense pleasure of grinding against his huge cock. Mingi's hands were holding onto your waist, guiding your movements so he could hit your sweet spot each time you sunk down on his length. The splashing sounds of the water in the bathtub you two were in were the only other sounds besides the moans coming out both of your mouths.

Mingi attached his mouth to your neck, sucking down on your wet skin, brushing away some of your dampened hair.

"You're so beautiful my pretty one, and you're doing so well taking my cock." You lived for his praises and sweet words.

"Thank you master. Thank you for making me feel-"

You were silenced when he suddenly pressed his lips against yours, his tongue running itself across your upper lip as he began bucking his hips harder into you.

"Shh. Hush kitten."

You melted and immediately came all over him, feeling overwhelmed with not only euphoria but with love as well.

"Don't thank me kitten. Master just wants to make sure you're taken care of properly."

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

Wooyoung hummed a soft tune to himself as he carefully flipped the pancakes he was currently cooking on the stove. It was early morning and he was wearing nothing but his sweatpants, hair a mess and in tangles from his previous night with you. He squealed when he suddenly felt a body press itself to his.

"Don't give me a heart attack so early in the morning." He scolded you, swatting the utensil on one of your fluffy ears.

Letting out a huff, you turned him to face you and he was kinda surprised to see you there naked. Just as he was about to ask, you pulled him in for a desperate kiss, fingers raking against his bare chest as you pulled him over to the table.

"God dammit Y/N, are you seriously this horny this early?" Although he complained, he still made no effort to push you off him nor stop your hand from palming his growing hard on.

"I'm still in heat! Please, I need you." You whimpered at him, taking one of his hands to cup and feel your dripping mound.

Growling, Wooyoung flipped you so you were laying on the table, his hands spreading your legs open. Pulling his sweatpants down, he surprised you when you saw he had gone commando that morning.

"What? I knew there would be no use in wearing underwear."

You gasped when he entered you promptly, immediately pounding his into you. He was going at it so hard you reached your hands up to grip onto his arms to steady yourself as you felt the first orgasm of the day washing over you.

"Fuck! You really are just a horny little bunny. Just wants to pounce on my cock and get fucked dumb."

You shook under him when he snaked a hand to wrap around your throat, making you go dizzy as you began chanting his name over and over again.

"I'll make sure to fuck you dumb my horny bunny."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

Catching your ears poke out from the doorway, Jongho set his weights down and turned to look at you, who immediately hid.

"What's wrong my little vixen?" He celled out for you.

You nervously stuck your face out.

"No....nothing master. I'm sorry for disturbing you."

Just as you were about to run away, Jongho called out for you again.

"Wait! Babygirl come over here." He ordered you.

Seeing you walk in with your fingers tugging at your oversized sleeves, cheeks pink and ears down, Jongho could already guess what was going on. Cupping your chin, he tilted it up.

"Well then? What is it my little vixen?"

You wanted to cry from how embarrassed you were and for disturbing Jongho with your dirty needs when he was obviously busy.

"I'm sorry m-master ... I'll go-"

"Nonsense my darling. It's ok. I know you're still in heat so don't cry ok?"

Pecking your lips, he picked you up and walked over to the couch, sitting down and immediately stripping you out of your shorts and panties, which were drenched at this point. Jongho then gently placed you on one of his thighs just as he always did when you went into heat, his hands giving your ass cheeks a gentle squeeze.

"Ok. Go on my little vixen. Put on your little show for me, fuck yourself on my thigh as much as you want."

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