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sharperthewriter · 2 years

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Chapter 16 of the 16th Annual KP Fannies Awards

Chapter 16 – A Change in the Winds

(March 13, 2021, the Caribbean, 12:45pm)

Drew Lipsky stared at the massive, gift-wrapped package on his residential lair's doorstep, his teeth grinding as he observed the telltale red and black ribbon. He finally dropped his gaze to the accompanying postcard in his hand and read the messy scrawls on the back.

"Thought I'd share some of my supply, as I know you don't have the connections to acquire any once the stores run out. Don't hesitate to call if you need anything, neighbor!"

He flipped the card to the front and stared briefly at the custom-printed photo of the late middle-aged man wearing maroon swim trunks and an extremely out of place military helmet, his graying chest hair on full display while his arm was around a much younger woman clad in a hologram-silver crisscross halter bikini that was rather revealing at the lower part of the top. Both of the pair wore sunglasses and smug grins as they lounged on a beach.

"Drew? What's this?"

The former super-villain crumpled the card from Dementor and tossed it to the ground as his wife looked from the package to his face seething in anger. Sheila Lipsky stepped over to the doorstep and tore open the wrapping on the package, and the both of them blinked at what their arch-rival had sent them.

"Toilet paper," Drew said.

"Stop grinding your teeth!" Sheila said in annoyance, rolling her eyes and leaving the package to later be collected by a henchman, taking Drew's hand and dragging him back inside with her.

"Why didn't he stay in Greece!? He's never used his lair out here. He only bought it in the first place to irritate me!"

"Then stop letting it get to you, and maybe he'll leave," she countered as they returned to the living room.

A brief command given to an employee on the intercom saw that the toilet paper would be safely tucked away, and Sheila forced her husband down to the sofa where she soothed him first by running her hands through his hair, her fingernails gently raking his scalp, before she grabbed the TV remote and turned on the news for distraction.

"…And we repeat this urgent broadcast, that the Governor-General has ordered all citizens to stay in their homes unless conducting necessary or emergency affairs. A list of what constitutes 'necessary' and 'emergency' can be found on the government website, in addition to a list of businesses required to close for the next two weeks…"

Sheila looked at Drew, whose brow had risen in surprise. She snuggled into his side and rested her head on his shoulder.

"Guess we're not going to work for a while," she said, her tone suggestive.

Drew felt the heat under his collar and leaned his head against hers in response. But when she glanced up at his face, she could tell his mind was elsewhere.

"Cat got your tongue?" she teased, shifting to slide her knee over his so she sat across his lap, facing him. She set her hands on his shoulders. "Do I need to loosen it up for you?"

"Sheila," he interrupted, just before she could kiss him, "this is pretty serious."

She glanced over her shoulder at the TV and then shrugged, smirking as she moved toward his face again.

"If I were to run the numbers…this could be potentially the deadliest plague since the Spanish flu."

"Suddenly you're a microbiologist?" she teased again.

"It could wipe out millions of people!"

Sheila sat back and looked at him as he continued.

"And, haven't you found it strange that this has been worsening for months, and yet the organization we work for, Global Justice, seems to be trying to downplay it as nothing? All we've been called for lately are menial assignments!"

"They are boring, I'll admit," Sheila began, but Drew interrupted her.

"I'm going to call Director," he said decisively, stretching his arm across the sofa to grab the landline. "This is absurd."

Sheila waited as the phone rang, considering the facts. Until this past week, there hadn't seemed to be too much attention on the supposedly deadly virus. As for Global Justice, they had determined where the virus had originated and then seemingly dropped the case. Dementor had been shown to be innocent in terms of the accidental release of the plague, though he had clearly aided VILE in developing it. And the Bavarian lair's new owner, some chump going by Game Controller, had vanished not too long after the initial knowledge of the disease.

"I'm being transferred," Drew said impatiently, and Sheila raised a curious brow. A moment later Drew spoke into the phone. "Hello? Who is this? …Why can't I speak with Dr. Director? What, do you…don't you know who I am? Never-mind."

Drew hung up the phone with a scowl and pulled out his cell.

"What happened?"

"I got transferred to some no-name plebe who said Director is unavailable indefinitely," he said as he pressed the speed-dial to the boss's home number. It rang twice and then was answered. "Hello, Dr. Director? Yes… Oh."

Drew's brow furrowed and he met Sheila's eyes in a way that caused her to sit up straighter in attention. Especially when the pinch of his uni-brow rose upward as his forehead crinkled in worry.

"Yes…I understand…" he said into the phone, fixing wide eyes on Sheila. She gestured to him to put the call on speaker and he grimaced slightly. "Dr. Director— Sorry, can my wife listen in? Thank you."

"Shego," the voice through the phone greeted her with the now rarely-used name. "I was just explaining to your husband that I've contracted TEVID-20."

Sheila's eyes widened. "Oh."

"I feel like a knife is driving deeper into my back with each breath, and like an elephant is sitting on my chest."

Dr. Director's voice broke off into a devastating cough, and with a sinking feeling Sheila realized that her teasing of Drew mere minutes before seemed in poor taste. To her knowledge, their boss was the first person they actually knew to be ill with the disease. But that didn't mean that perhaps millions of people, as he had said, weren't suffering similarly.

"Are you receiving treatment?" she asked after a moment of pause.

"Some drugs that are showing to be effective, depending on who you talk to. But you know the political game is already being played around this."

Sheila rolled her eyes as Drew shook his head. One benefit of having been villains was they never had to bother with taking a side in anything above-board. As Global Justice agents, there was an implied rhetoric they were supposed to vomit out in regards to this sort of thing. It was one of many aspects of the legitimate lifestyle that Sheila disliked.

"Is this why you've not been pursuing that kid and trying to lock down VILE's virus lab?" Drew asked point blank of their boss.

Another series of coughs was the response through the phone, and then, "Drakken… Shego… I can't look into it."

"What are you talking about?" Sheila asked, her eyes narrowing.

"Global Justice can't get too involved. Like I said, the political game is being played…worldwide."

Sheila scoffed and leaned back from where she'd been embracing Drew's neck and crossed her arms. She didn't see the problem in tossing a dozen or more VILE and Henchco goons into prison for what Drew said could be devastating to the entire world. Surely agreement could be found in that. But before she could spew her frustrations, her husband was continuing.

"The medical labs aren't even studying it or working on treatments?"

"They are, but we're law-bound to the World Health Organization. There's only so much we'll be allowed to share, one way or the other."

It was Drew's turn to scowl, his teeth bared in frustration as on the TV beyond them graphs showing the count of cases and deaths reported was rotating for each country, the thick red line climbing almost exponentially for each day that had passed.

"Off the record...I'm as frustrated as you are Dr. Drakken."

"Why are you calling us that? We haven't gone by those names in years," Drew replied quizzically.

There was silence on the other end of the phone line, broken by a few coughs and then a painful inhale of breath.

"I wish I could do more in this pandemic. But in my…position…my hands are tied," Betty replied.

Sheila and Drew exchanged a look.

"I'm sure you have plenty to do in your enforced quarantine," she continued a moment later. "I hope we'll speak again. Goodbye Drew, Sheila."

The line went dead on another cough, and the colorful couple blinked at each other for a long moment, the only sound in the room the grave voice of the newscaster on the TV behind them.

"I know I'm not good on picking up subtleties…" Drew began, "but was she implying what I think she was?"

Sheila swallowed slowly and then set her hands back on her husband's shoulders, her fingers kneading the flesh while her expression became serious.

"Dr. D…."

"Bedroom nicknames on the sofa? Oh, goody!"

Sheila smirked at his teasing but continued. "Have you ever…missed the freedom of villainy?"

Drew's impish grin faded into thoughtfulness as he regarded her.

"It would be horribly ironic to shirk our good names only to save the world…again."

Sheila glanced at the TV behind them, and then looked back into his eyes. "It's gonna be that serious?"

He nodded gravely, and this time she didn't tease him.

"And you really think you can do it? Find a cure?" she continued.

He was silent a long moment, and then he sighed. "I couldn't live with myself thinking it was possible, and I didn't try."

Sheila nestled against him again, smiling when this time his arms encircled her. She tilted her head to the side and kissed his jaw. And then familiar, dark look flitted through Drew's eyes.

"No one and nothing takes over this world but me."

Sheila's smile grew and her heart thudded within her chest.

"It might drive Dementor out of retirement in jealousy."

Drew gave a brief chuckle and stroked his chin thoughtfully. Sheila inhaled and spoke bravely.

"So what do you say...Dr. Drakken?"

He kissed her soundly before giving her a devilish grin.

"I think it's time we give our 'employees' their henchmen uniforms back, Shego."

A/N: Note for future chapters: the name of character 'Glame Dover' has been changed to 'Graeme Dover.' Past chapters have been adjusted accordingly.

#chapter 16 #kim possible #fanfiction #16KPFA

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ravenbrenna09 · 4 years

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Jij Verliest - Chapter Five: Clip 7

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Vrijdag 12:21

Wedged between a jewelry repair shop and a pastel-colored clothing store, the dark exterior of Emilie’s Tattoo Parlor stood out amongst the others. The front of the shop was lined with large glass windows and dark-stained bricks. Above the black front door, there was a metal sign sculpted with Emilie’s spelled out against the brick. The glass was painted in red paint, depicting the special for the week, and Robbe almost immediately recognized it as Sander’s work.

Swallowing nervously, Robbe gripped tightly onto his new phone and took a step inside.

The lobby held a handful of people who were all waiting in plush leather chairs along the windows. The floor was adorned with light wooden panels. Three of the walls were painted a dark gray color and the fourth was the same color as the brick outside. There were framed photos all around the lobby of various designs and inspiration for tattoos. If Robbe looked close enough, he was certain he could find something that was Sander’s work.

On the other end of the lobby, there were two tall black desks in the corner, positioned to look like a makeshift cubicle. Next to the makeshift cubicle, there was a door that led further back in the store.

Behind the desk, a woman sat, dressed in a black shirt and a pair of jeans. Her hair had been dyed a shade of electric blue and she beamed at Robbe as he approached. The badge clipped on her shirt had the name Alicia printed out in large typewriter letters.

“Welcome to Emilie’s. Did you want to get a tattoo today?”

“Umm, no,” Robbe said. Alicia raised a confused eyebrow as Robbe collected his words. “I’m here to see Sander Driesen.”

“Ah okay,” Alicia said, staring at him suspiciously. For a second, they were both quiet as Robbe waited for her instruction. Alicia simply blinked at him before a smile cracked on her lips and she said, “And you are? I have to let him know.”

“Oh, right, I’m sorry. That would probably be helpful,” Robbe said. He ran a hand over his face and Alicia giggled as she turned to reach for the phone. “I’m Robbe. Robbe IJzermans.”

Once Robbe had said his name, Alicia glanced up, her hand frozen in pursuit of the phone. She grinned at him with a bright smile. She practically raised herself from her barstool, nearly tipping it over as she reached her arm out to shake his hand. “Oh! You’re Robbe! The Robbe, right?” Robbe blinked at her, taking her outstretched hand, and his cheeks flushing. “Sorry, Sander won’t shut up about you and I’m just glad that you’re here. Maybe you can get him in a better mood.”

“What do you mean?” Robbe asked.

Alicia let out a sigh as she straightened herself back on a stable chair. “He’s been really irritable today,” she said, patting the counter. She pivoted in her seat and pointed to the hall. “He might still be on his lunch break and one of his friends stopped by. His room is the third door on the right. If the door is closed, you can just knock and he’ll let you in.”

“Okay, thank you so much,” Robbe said. Alicia nodded, beaming at him before turning to one of the customers that walked up to the counter to ask her a question. Robbe moved to the doorway, stepping into the hallway. The walls were painted the same dark gray as the lobby and had photos of all shapes and sizes covering every inch. As he walked down the hallway, he spotted open doors where other artists were working with customers.

As Robbe reached the third door on the right, closed shut, he paused outside the door, his hand raised to knock. As his knuckles made contact with the door, there was the sound of someone pushing a chair back, angrily. Someone—Sander, Robbe realized a second later—said, frustrated as footsteps sounded, “I don’t want to talk about it. Just drop it already.”

“I just don’t understand, Sander!” a girl said, equally frustrated and angry. Robbe heard the footsteps stop on the other side of the door. “You were so sure on Tuesday! What happened between then and now?”

“Britt,” Sander said. The bronze knob of the wooden door was turning. Unsure of which way the door was going to go, Robbe took a step back. “I said drop it.” Then, the door was opening, revealing Sander behind it. Sander was dressed in a black t-shirt with a pair of gray skinny jeans and Doc Martens. His hair was all shuffled like he had run his hand through it numerous times. Even though it was fleeting, Robbe managed to catch the panicked look in his eyes. “Robbe.”

“Hi,” Robbe said, nearly choking on his own breath.

Over Sander’s shoulder, Robbe spotted a flash of yellow and his eyes followed it naturally. Sander pivoted, his shoulder dropping to show the girl sitting on the desk against the opposite wall. She was beautiful, with pencil-straight blonde hair that went to her shoulders. She wore a silver tank top and a pair of shorts that went to her mid-thigh. Her brown eyes went wide at the sight of Robbe in the doorway. At the sight of Jens’s ex-girlfriend, Robbe swallowed and avoided her gaze.

“Britt,” Sander said, turning to her. Britt glanced at him and Sander nodded toward the door where Robbe was standing at. “You have to get back to your work, don’t you?”

Even as Robbe remained outside of the room, he could see the heated but silent exchange between them. Robbe couldn’t read the expression on Britt’s face, but he had never been able to before. Quickly, Britt climbed off the desk, grabbing her purse from the back of the chair. As she placed a lid on the plastic container, Sander motioned Robbe inside and he stepped into the room. Britt moved past him, sending Sander a pointed look before disappearing into the hallway.

Once she was gone, Sander closed the door, leaving the two of them alone.

Robbe glanced around Sander’s room. There was a large black chair standing in the middle of the room. It was in the seated position, but Robbe knew that it could lean back fully. The walls were painted the same gray as the hallway and the lobby, but Sander had hung posters and record covers all over the walls. Most of them seemed to be David Bowie, but Robbe didn’t recognize a handful of them.

“What are you doing here?” Sander asked, bringing Robbe out of his thoughts.

Robbe swallowed. “We had talked about possibly going out to lunch when I got back,” he said. Robbe leaned against the black chair and shoved his hands in his pockets. Robbe could feel Sander’s eyes trained on him. “I should’ve texted or called. But the phone place was close so I thought I would stop by and see you.”

“Sorry,” Sander said.

“Did you want to go after work?” Robbe asked, raising his eyes to look at Sander. When Sander didn’t respond, simply avoiding his gaze by looking at the clock, Robbe felt his chest constrict heavily. Shoving away the instantaneous thoughts in his head, Robbe straightened up, adding, “You were talking about a really good place near here. Once your shift is over, I can come back and we can go out.”

Sander sighed and Robbe’s stomach dropped. “I can’t do today, Robbe,” Sander said. “Emilie had to go home early because her son got sick. She doesn’t know if she’s going to come back. If she’s not able to, I’ll have to close. I’m the only one working today with a key.”

“Okay,” Robbe said. Biting down on his lip, Robbe took a step forward, hoping to get Sander to at least look at him. Robbe reached out to touch his arm and Sander glanced down at Robbe’s hand. Even though Sander wasn’t looking at him, Robbe could see the hurt and the pain on his face. “What about tomorrow? We can go to the place you were talking about and I can tell you about the beach and everything.”

Sander swallowed, biting his lip. Robbe waited patiently, his nerves gnawing on his stomach and his heart hammering in his throat. When Sander looked up at him, Robbe felt his stomach drop in his chest and a wave of nausea nearly knocked him off balance. Sander’s jaw was locked up and his face was impassive. His green eyes were set on Robbe, locking with his brown ones. Sander swallowed before saying, “My lunch break ends in a few minutes and I’ve got to get my station cleaned up.”

Robbe nodded, swallowing the hurt in his chest. “Ok.”

The seconds drew on between them. Robbe simply stood in front of him, waiting for Sander to move or budge or say anything. As Sander’s green eyes flickered down to Robbe’s mouth, brief and fleeting, hope festered in his gut. The hope burned with an intensity he couldn’t describe as he thought about how much he wanted it. How much Robbe wanted Sander to step forward and press a kiss against his lips and say, “I’m just having a bad day. I’m sorry.”

Robbe tilted his jaw up, trying not to beg.

But Sander didn’t step forward and kiss him. Instead, Sander turned around. He grabbed hold of the knob and opened the door to the hallway before stepping aside to let Robbe out of the room. The hope in his gut evaporated in an instant, leaving confusion and pain in its place.

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Vrijdag 12:24

Robbe felt numb.

As soon as Sander closed the door behind him, Robbe fled the tattoo parlor. He didn’t stop to say goodbye to Alicia, who was talking to Britt by the makeshift cubicle. He fled out the front door with a haste that he couldn’t explain, eager to put as much distance between him and the parlor.

His legs moved, taking him farther and farther away. It felt like something had seized control of his body and moved him through the streets. His emotions were filling his chest, spilling over the brim. His brain vibrated in his skull, on the verge of exploding, taking down a city block or twenty.

“Robbe!”

What happened?

What did he do wrong?

“Robbe!”

There was the sound of hurried footsteps behind him. But the voice sounded fuzzy and slurred beyond recognition. Robbe just knew that it wasn’t Sander who was shouting for him. The voice was lighter than Sander’s deep bass and he didn’t want to turn around if he wasn’t Sander. If he turned around, he would have to face what happened—or what didn’t happen. If he did, the impending explosion of his brain—and his heart—would become real.

“Robbe!”

This time, the shout of his name was accompanied by a hand on his shoulder. It pulled him to a stop, forcing him to turn around. Robbe found Britt standing behind him, holding her sandals tightly in her hand. She shifted from one foot to the other at a frequent pace. Once Robbe had stopped, reaching up to wipe away the wetness at the corner of his eyes, Britt used his shoulder to balance herself as she slipped her sandals back on her feet. Britt straightened her tousled hair and her brown eyes flickered over his face.

“I’ve got to get home, Britt,” Robbe said, running a hand through his hair.

“It’s okay, I’ll be quick,” Britt said. “I just wanted to talk to you about Sander.”

“Britt, I—” Despite trying to keep his voice steady, the words got caught in his throat. There was a look on Britt’s face and Robbe knew that she could sense his frustration and pain. Even though Britt had dated Jens, they were still somewhat comfortable with each other. They had known each other for years. Swallowing, attempting to return his voice to normal, Robbe turned back to Britt. “I can’t—I don’t feel up to talk about Sander right now. Especially with you. We haven’t seen each other since high school.”

“I know, but it’s important,” Britt said, determined. “What about tomorrow afternoon? If you want, we can meet up, have coffee, and catch up.”

“Britt, I still don’t understand.”

“Robbe,” Britt said. Robbe paused, letting out a breath. There was something in her voice, her insistence to meet up. If he argued, Robbe had a feeling he wouldn’t win. Even though Robbe couldn’t imagine what they would talk about, he had a feeling that she wouldn’t leave without him agreeing to meet up. Glancing around, Britt took a step closer to him, whispering under her breath, “Please.”

Staring at her, Robbe let out a frustrated breath. “Okay.”

“Okay,” Britt echoed. Robbe glanced at the buildings around them. None of the shops seemed familiar and Robbe didn’t know where he had gone in his numb state. Biting down on his lip, he turned, trying to find a street sign to give him an idea. Britt took a step away from him. There was a worried look on her face, barely visible beneath the mask she used to wear. “I’ll message you on Insta later and we can set up a time. Okay?”

Unable to form a response, Robbe nodded and Britt stepped away.

Before Britt disappeared completely, she paused. Britt turned back toward Robbe, who was still rooted in the same spot. For a second, she hesitated, before she said, “It’s going to be okay.”

Somehow, Robbe doubted her statement.

#wtfock #wtfam #jij verliest fic #robbe ijzermans #twitch streamer!robbe #twitch streamer robbe #tattoo artist sander #tattoo artist!sander #sobbe #rosander #britt ingelbrecht #me reusing the name alicia?#yes #yes i am #i’m sorry y’all

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barrysjumpsuit · 4 years

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the dark side - jj maybank x shoupe’s daughter, ch. 1

w/c: 1.9k

summary: catherine shoupe has the perfect life. when she gets hired by heyward to run groceries, she has a new coworker - jj maybank. as the deputy’s daughter, she can’t help but hate him. but when jj decides to bring her to the dark side and woo her over, cat not only has to hide her activities from her father, but also hide who she really is.

warnings: none for this chapter

a/n: i’m super excited for this! making it up as i go.... posting may be slightly delayed/irregular since i’m busy with working and moving but who knows i’ll probably waste my time and work on this more than i should

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Cat’s feet and back ached, and the sun felt good on her cool skin as she stepped out of the overly air-conditioned grocery store she had been in since they opened that morning. She sat down on a bench in a shaded area between the store and a coffee shop, resting and enjoying her fifteen minute break.

The same thing. Every day, five days a week. Cat would be the opener for the grocery store, getting there at four in the morning and working until ten. It was smaller, a hippie fresh market type of place with fresh produce and organic products. Very Kook-y. It drew tourists and locals alike, as well as a bunch of people her age, working for grocery delivery services.

Morning shifts in the summer were nice because they drew more of the local crowd. The working class, like her, though still kooks. Moms grabbing their groceries after dropping their kids off at school, working professionals stopping by for premade sandwiches or donuts for their coworkers. That particular morning, her dad had stopped by for his own lunch and spent entirely too long chatting with her.

Cat enjoyed seeing people, asking them about plans for their days. She often suggested the best surfing spots and restaurants to the non-locals, while striking up easy conversations with the regulars that frequented the market in the mornings. After work she often took her brother out to the beach. It was her mission this summer to teach him how to surf. In the evenings, if her dad wasn’t working, she would help her mom cook dinner and they would have a big family meal. It was repetitive, but perfect and full of things and people she loved.

After her fifteen minute break was up, she went back inside, but her manager pulled her aside before she returned to her checking lane.

“Hey, Catherine, come see me in my office?” Mrs. Lee’s voice rang out.

There was a brief nervousness that made Cat’s stomach roll over, but it quickly vanished once she saw the smile on the store owner’s face. “So you know Heyward, right?”

“Of course,” she answered, smiling at the thought. She knew the man and his son well - they were always in and out, buying groceries for their customers. “He’s awesome. What about him?”

“He and I are partners now,” she continued, obviously excited about the development. “He’s looking to hire some new people to deliver groceries. I know you love being out on the water and talking to people, so I figured I’d ask to see if you were interested. It’ll come with a bump in your pay, too.”

“Yes!” she said, perhaps a little too eagerly. “I’m definitely interested. Does he want an interview?”

Mrs. Lee laughed. “He said if you were interested, you’re on board automatically. He knows you’re a good worker. I’ll call him and let him know and get back at you, okay?”

“Sounds good! Thanks, Mrs. Lee,” Cat said, smiling back at her before leaving her office.

Going back to her checking lane was almost bittersweet, knowing that lane three had been hers for almost two years. As soon as she flipped her light back on, a local came through, eagerly starting up a conversation and letting Cat know how his son was doing in the summer little league baseball series.

After she got off, she cranked the AC on in her car and began the drive home. The place was flooded with tourists, the summer season officially in full swing. She lived right off the main strip, which was fun and convenient, but could get annoying when anyone and everyone was there.

“Hey Cat!” her brother greeted her as she got home. He was sitting on the couch, watching TV.

“Hey Tyler! Want to go out for ice cream later?” she asked, and he nodded excitedly. “I’ll make us some lunch then we can go after that.”

“Okay!” she heard him respond as she jogged up the carpeted steps. She walked past her parent’s bedroom and then into hers, kicking off her shoes and changing into flowy shorts and a basic tee before going back downstairs to make lunch.

The rest of the day was pleasant and uneventful. After they ate lunch, she took Tyler to the ice cream place two blocks away. He got birthday cake while she got peppermint, enjoying the cool sensation on the hot day. They walked on the beach, her brother talking nonstop about the video game he was playing, while Cat smiled and faked listening.

She was really listening to the sound of the waves lapping at the store, and the voices of those who lounged on the beach. Some were playing in the ocean, some were playing games in the soft sand.

Her father was off work at six, so once they returned home, it wasn’t long until her mother got off work and they started prepping dinner. Cat’s mom was laid back, always smiling, which she loved. She left her work at the office, unlike her father.

Being the daughter of a sheriff’s deputy was odd. Cat didn’t mind it. There were rules in place, of course, but she hadn’t any urge to break them. There were people from her school out doing drugs and drinking most nights of the week, but Cat had never touched any of that. She had a curfew, but she didn’t really mind it.

Her dad got home right before dinner was ready. He pulled Cat towards him, kissing the top of her head before kissing her mom on the lips. “How are my ladies this evening?” he asked, grinning. A patch on his uniform read Shoupe in bold letters, and he was still fully clad in his uniform.

“Pretty good,” Cat answered, stirring the sauce that was simmering on the stove.

They made light conversation until her dad went to change out of his work clothes while Cat and her mom set the table and plated up dinner.

“How was work, Cat?” her dad asked when they were sat down and eating.

“It was good. The usual. But, I got a new job!”

“Oh?” her mom asked, taking a sip of wine and raising her eyebrows.

“Heyward and Mrs. Lee are working together now, and Heyward needs runners. So he wants me. I get a pay bump too.”

Cat was smiling, but it dropped when she saw her dad’s face. Her mom noticed too, casting him a glare, and he spoke. “That’s great, honey. But be careful, okay?”

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes. Her father hated her going near the Cut. Not that she had much reason or urge to, but she knew it could be rough down there. He often worked down there, on the south side of the island, and constantly told stories about shoplifting Pogues and underage drinking. “Dad, it’s Heyward’s. It’s basically Figure Eight.”

“I know, I’m just saying,” he said, raising his hands in surrender.

“Can you take me on the delivery boat sometime?” Tyler asked, luckily rerouting the conversation.

The issue was luckily dropped, but Cat still felt bad. She didn’t know why - she was seizing the opportunity, something her parents had always encouraged. Cat had been working ever since she was old enough. Her father always told her, a good work ethic is the most important thing you can have. They were urging her to save up for college, and now she was essentially being promoted.

Mrs. Lee had texted her during dinner. Heyward wants you to start tomorrow! Meet him at 9, wear whatever you want.

She responded to the text before settling down in bed with a book. At ten, before she went to bed, her father stepped into her room after knocking softly on her door.

“Hey, dad,” she said, and he walked over to sit on her bed. Cat pulled her feet up to give him some room and put her book down on her nightstand.

“I’m happy for you, Cat,” he said, smiling at her. “Just be careful, okay? With all the boat traffic now and going everywhere… Heyward’s a good guy. I trust him.”

“I will, dad. You know me. I grew up on the water.”

He smiled again. “Yeah, you did. Have fun tomorrow, okay? Good night.”

“G’night, dad,” she said as her father stood and left the room.

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Cat woke up early, not used to getting to sleep in since she usually was at the grocery store before dawn. Her parents had already left for work, leaving Tyler in front of the TV as normal. She made a smoothie before changing into shorts and a t-shirt.

“Bye, Ty!” she called as she left the house at 8:30, closing the back door behind her before heading to her car.

It was about a 20 minute drive to Heyward’s from her house. When she got there, she quickly located him on the dock, filling a gas can. As she stepped onto the dock, he gave her a wave, and quickly hurried over.

Heyward gave her an impromptu ‘training’. How to read the orders, how to use the boat’s navigation. It was simple, and she knew most of the people who had put in orders for that day. “Right now I have two people who shop and two of you who run and deliver together, each day,” he was explaining. “Here’s your work shirt, I don’t give a damn what pants you wear as long as your ass isn’t hangin’ out.”

He thrust three t-shirts of different colors towards her, each with the Heyward’s logo printed on it before taking her into the office to discuss her pay and scheduling. Since she was already in the system, it went by quickly, and she ran her printed schedule to her car and slipped into her new work shirt before returning to the dock.

“There’s those sons of bitches getting back now,” he said, waving at two people who stood on a white boat pulling up to dock. “Catherine, go ahead and start carrying over the groceries in the cooler over there, time for your first run.”

She went inside the small building and started pulling bags out of the ice, full of produce and goods from her store. She noticed Heyward’s son, Pope, standing on the boat, and he held out his hands to take the bags from her to load.

“You working here now?” he asked, and she nodded. Cat had always liked Pope; they went to the same school until high school. He was quiet and witty, which she appreciated, and they had even sat together at lunch one year.

As soon as she finished handing Pope the groceries, she took his outstretched hand and climbed onto the boat.

“Hey Catherine!” she heard Heyward call. She turned to see him, grinning at her. “These are your new coworkers. Have fun.”

Pope grinned at her, but Heyward said coworkers. Plural.

A blond boy came into her line of sight, smirking. Cat’s heart sank as she recognized who it was, and she considered getting off the boat, but couldn’t bring herself to move or speak. It was someone she hadn’t seen in quite a while, and she was okay with that.

JJ was the first to speak up, his voice smooth and cocky. “Hey, kitty Cat, long time, no see.”

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underoossss · 4 years

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Dancing Under the Rain - H.O

CHAPTER 1 [prologue]

pairing: detective!Harrison x female reader

warning: some angst but the fluff makes up for it, mentions of death

AN: this takes place a little bit after the prologue, I hope you guys like it. I would love some feedback

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The cool, salty breeze surrounds you and takes all of your worries to the sea. They float over the water and go beyond the horizon until you can’t see them anymore. That’s what your grandma used to say, anyways. She used to live in Maine and you visited her every summer with your brother. She took both of you to the beach every morning to watch your grandpa’s boat in the distance as he returned from fishing lobsters. Grandma is gone now, so is grandpa. Your mom had said it was the heartbreak because of your brother’s death; she had moved to Maine shortly after that. She left you alone in Cambridge to finish university and then move on to grad school, because that’s what parents with money do. They think money solves everything and anything. That’s why you loved your grandma, she thought the sea and the breeze solved things. They don’t. They haven’t yet, so jury’s still out.

You squint your eyes at the sun and take a deep breath, then a gentle squeeze on your hand brings you back to the present. “This reminds me of my grandparents.” You smile at the sea before looking to your right and meeting Harrison’s gaze.

The detective looks so different than how he did eight month before. His shoulders don’t look so tense, his face is relaxed and there’s an easy smile on his lips. He looks content just by standing there staring at the ocean with a cream colored sweater and jeans; a stark contrast to his usual button downs and suit jackets. You like seeing him like this, projecting his soft character out to the world, something he’d only done some mornings when talking to you at the bookshop.

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The bell on top of the main door rings as someone steps into the bookshop. It isn’t normal for you to close the door, but it was a chilly October morning and there’s nothing worse than your coffee growing cold right after it’s served. You look up from the book you had been reading behind the counter and smile when you noticed Harrison was sitting down by the window. The smile only lasts for a few seconds though and soon changes into a frown when you notice his demeanor. You can practically see the stress coming from him and that is enough for you to move towards the expresso machine and start making his usual coffee. A latte with no sugar but some cinnamon on top, unlike the rest of the officers who routinely ordered americanos. ‘Too bitter,’ Harrison had said when you pointed it out once.

The coffee is ready a few minutes later and you make your way to his table also carrying a plate with a ham and cheese flatbread you had toasted for him. He’s resting his elbows on the table when you reach him, his hands are in his hair and his eyes are closed. “Good morning.” You say, placing the plate and mug in front of him.

You take a sit across from him, there weren’t many customers in the shop and everyone already had their order. Besides, Harrison looked like he needed to talk to someone.

“You look stressed.” You tilt your head to your right, frowning slightly at the dark circles under his eyes. “And like you haven’t eaten in two days.” Your eyes move down to the flatbread in front of him, a silent way of saying ‘eat.’

“You shouldn’t have bothered.” Harrison finally speaks up, getting rid of his initial shock of you probably reading his mind and getting his order for him without asking first.

“I won’t hear any of it. Go on, the best detective in town needs food to think.”

Harrison opens and closes his mouth, pausing for a second to debate what he’s going to say next but settles with shaking his head. “Is it really that bad?”

“You want me to be honest?” You lean your chin on the palm of your hand and smile when Harrison nods. He picks up the sandwich and takes a bite, it gives a satisfying crunch and the detective sighs at the taste.

“You look like you could use a whole week of sleep and a month of yoga for how stressed you look, detective.” A chuckle leaves your lips when he rolls his eyes.

“Please, YN, call me Harrison.” Harrison shakes his head, covering his mouth with his hand as he chews. After a few seconds he swallows and wipes his mouth with the napkin next to his plate. He leans forward and lowers his voice to speak again. “We haven’t gotten any new leads in a while, and the evidence so far is only circumstantial. It’s taken a toll on all of us.”

You nod your head in understanding before voicing your worries to him. “It’s good that you’re taking a break then. You can’t let the case drain you Harrison, it won’t do you or anyone any good.”

“I just need to solve this case, Y/N, that family is depending on us, on me to get answers. I can’t imagine their despair, and how much worse it would be if whoever did it gets away with it.” He shakes his head, putting the sandwich down again and picking up his coffee.

Your breath catches in your throat for a second. The worst case scenario he is trying to prevent is something you had already lived. Seeing it now from an outside perspective, having first-hand experience of that unbearable pain, you understand Harrison’s urgency to bring this family some peace of mind. You constantly wish you knew who did that to your brother and you don’t wish that pain upon anyone. Well, anyone except for the person who did it. That bastard’s the only one who deserves it.

Harrison sighs at the delicious coffee smell, his shoulders relaxing the tiniest bit and his features softening. He takes another sip of the coffee before speaking again, “This is really good. As always.” He smiles slightly, though his eyes still look a bit lost when they meet yours. His smile is enough to push the bitter thought to the back of your mind.

“I wish more people in the world could be like you.” You smile, shaking your head a bit. Your heart bursts with fondness towards the detective in front of you. You’re in awe of his selflessness when it comes to helping others, his determination and his strength. A lot of people might have given up at this point so it is reassuring to know how resilient Harrison is when it comes to this case. To know there are people who care enough to pull all nighters so they can try to help others. If only they had assigned your brother’s case a detective like that.

Harrisons eyebrows furrow at your words so you decide to elaborate. “Someone who genuinely cares about others’ wellbeing. I can tell how much this case means to you.”

He nods his head and for a brief moment, his face sheds the mask he wears all day long as a detective. It softens and his smile is more genuine than it had ever been, though it looks a bit broken like there’s something else stressing him out than just this case. “Thank you, for everything Y/N. Although, you’re giving me too much credit. You care about others’ wellbeing too. This is being an example.” He gestures towards his now empty plate and half drank coffee cup.

‘Are you feeling better?” You ask, resting your chin on your palm. Your ears feel like they’re on fire at his compliment. I care about you.

The detective nods his head. “Much better, and not only because of the food.”

You laugh softly, looking down. Gosh you really like him. “I’m glad.”

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“It does?” He tilts his head to the right, a subtle invitation to elaborate if you wished to do so.

“Mhm, they lived in Maine. My grandfather had a lobster fishing business and my grandma did all the selling for him.” You move your gaze back to the ocean. “My brother and I used to wait with my grandma at the beach for him to come back every morning.”

“Was this in the summer?” Harrison asks, his voice is soft. It’s as if he doesn’t want to disturb the memory you’re replaying in your mind. You nod your head and he squeezes your hand again. “It must have been nice.”

“It was.” You nod your head again and smile at him. It’s one of the memories that brings you joy, which is unusual considering all memories you brother in it make your heart ache. “This is a good look on you, you know.”

Harrison chuckles, looking down at his clothes. “Don’t miss my suit and tie?”

“I don’t mean the clothes specifically.” You shake your head at him. “It’s not very often I see you this relaxed. I like it.”

The detective takes a deep breath and basks in the sun for a few seconds before meeting your gaze once more. “There’s no case urging me to solve it at the moment, that’s probably why.”

“Even if you had a case to solve right now, you deserve little breaks you know.” You tug at his hand and continue walking along the shore. Your shoes are on your right hand and your feet are cold as they leave their prints on the sand, it’s lovely.

“Not working… it leaves you alone with your thoughts.” Harrison’s voice is quiet again, like he doesn’t want you to hear it. But you do and you understand what he means. “I don’t like that.”

“I get that.” You say looking down at the sand. “I used to be afraid of having any free time because that meant I had time to think about things I’d rather pretend didn’t happen.”

Neither of you speak for a minute or so before you take a deep breath and look at Harrison. He was already looking at you which brings you face to face with worried blue eyes. “That time you asked me questions for the case and I told you there was a death in my family and that’s why I moved here… It was my brother. Bryan.”

Harrison opens his mouth to say something but you shake your head. You trust him and for some reason you think he’s the only person in this whole town that you can talk to. Really talk to. If this thing between the two of you is going somewhere, he needs to know, so he can choose if he wants to back out while he can. “Someone killed him, they found him at the soccer field after practice. They, umm, they never caught the person who did it and closed the case. My family was known among a lot of people so everyone found out. I fled and came here the moment I finished grad school. Fresh start.” You feel Harrison’s hand slip out of yours and before your heart can despair he puts his arm around your shoulders and brings you closer to his side. “So, I know what it’s like to be alone with your thoughts. I used to be afraid of falling back into grieving my brother but things like this bring you joy and eventually make all sad thoughts go away.”

The breeze.

It might not solve things like your grandma said but it helps.

You hear Harrison take a deep breath and you look up at him again to see worry in his eyes. “I’m alright though, I think I’m getting better at handling it. But not knowing… it doesn’t help with the pain. I think that’s why my mom left Cambridge too, to avoid the uncertainty coming from everywhere she looked.” You shrug your shoulders and let out a long breath, feeling a heavy weight lift from your chest. Not all of the pent up pain, but still enough to let you breathe more easily than before. It is only then when you realize how much you needed to talk to someone about it, needed someone to know. Someone finally knows I’m not all smiles as the town believes.

You realize Harrison’s been quiet for a while, so you look up at him again to try to reassure him. There’s a tightness around in his eyes and his jaw is clenched while he looks at the ground. “Hey, don’t be so worried I’ll be fine.”

“Let’s have a seat over here.” He says quietly, and clearing his throat. He avoids your eyes and looks at the sea instead, his hair is being pushed back by the wind and his eyes still squinted at the sun. It almost looks like he’s in pain. You nod, feeling anxious at his change of demeanor all of a sudden but settle down on the sand anyways, tugging on his hand so he can sit too.

Harrison sighs, letting go of your hand as he starts fiddling with his fingers instead. He opens his mouth as if to say something but he stops himself before he can speak. This happens three times before you get so worried you have to say something. “Harrison please say something, it’s me you’re worrying now.”

He nods, still not looking at you and clearing his throat again. “About 3 years ago I was an assistant DI for a case, a woman had been murdered and it was one mess of a case. Our leads were dead ends and after a year the detective in charge of the case closed it. He didn’t keep trying to solve it and left this family with unimaginable grief in their hearts. I felt so disappointed in our team, my worst fear had come true, I wasn’t enough and let people down. We failed them and a killer stayed on the loose. I begged our superiors to let me finish working the case but it didn’t work.”

He swallows loudly, like it it’s hard to do so. The way it is when you’ve got a knot in your throat that hurts whenever you speak. “The look on their face still haunts me. They were so disappointed, they cried and asked us over and over again to open the case. I work so hard on cases now because I want to be a better detective than I was three years ago. I want to prove myself that I’m not the poor excuse of a detective I think I am… and yet it took me eight months to solve this case.”

“But you solved it.” You speak up, not wanting to hear him talk himself down like this anymore. You’re shaking your head, you know firsthand how much having a case closed and not getting the answers you need can hurt. But it wasn’t Harrison that closed it, he tried to get it open again, and solve it for that family. The fact that he tried shows the kind of person he is, what an honorable detective he’s always been even before you knew him.

“I almost didn’t… I’m what has caused you so much pain, Y/N. A pathetic detective that get cases solved by sheer luck. One that didn’t solve that murder case and couldn’t give that family any answers.”

“It’s not luck! I’ve seen you work, I’ve even been interrogated by you and your team so I know firsthand your thought process and your quick way of thinking, your perseverance and your kindness. All of that combined makes you better than any other detective in all of England. You haven’t caused me any pain, you know who did? The person that killed my brother and broke my family. It wasn’t you!”

You both stay silent for a minute, your eyebrows furrowed in anger and pain. It hurt you to know that this is how Harrison thinks of himself, when he is nothing other than wonderful. We all have insecurities, but the proof of his abilities is right in front of his eyes yet he fails to see how many people he helps. Then there’s the fact that he thinks you’d change your opinion of him because he couldn’t solve a case years ago because his superiors closed it and somehow blames himself for your pain ever since your brother died.

“Is this your way of saying that this won’t happen?” You gesture between you two, your hand cold now that Harrison isn’t holding it. “Because I want it to happen, I want to give us a shot. I’ve denied myself from being happy for so long and when I’m with you I feel all the happiness I thought I’d never feel again.” Your eyes stay staring at the horizon, your heart is hurting and you’re willing the pain to leave with the breeze. Go to the ocean, leave me alone.

“I want it to happen too.” Harrison speaks up, you see him shake his head from the corner of your eye. “I fell for you months ago and I’ve wanted to hold your hand ever since. I just… You can do so much better.”

You turn your body to face him, your eyebrows still furrowed and all your emotions probably showing in your eyes. “Don’t put me in a pedestal, Harrison.” Your hands reach for his face, letting his eyes linger on yours. “I’m far from perfect and so are you but we can’t let the past keep haunting us. I know problems don’t just fly away, but I think we’re both done with facing them alone.”

Harrison closes his eyes, his face falling as your words sink in. He’s so lonely, he’s terrified of not being alone anymore. If only he knew I’m just as scared. You feel tears come to your eyes, why are the kindest and most selfless people the ones who get hurt the most? You press your forehead against his and take a deep breath to keep yourself from crying. It’s quiet again, except for the crashing of the waves and the eventual cries of some seagulls. The sun shines brightly above the two of you, you can feel the heat on your skin and the salty breezy surrounds the two of you again. It’s trying to take all this sadness away and leave us with the happiness and love I feel for you instead, you think to yourself.

“I don’t want to be alone anymore.” Harrison speaks up, his voice is quiet between the two of you. His hand comes up to you cheek as he moves away to look into your eyes. “I want to be with you, I really want this.”

You give him a watery smile, warmth spreading through your chest at his words. “Me too.”

“You have no idea how happy I am when I am with you.” His thumb caresses your cheek as he returns your smile. “One smile and I’m a goner.”

You chuckle at his words, your cheeks are burning but you can’t look away from his eyes. “I can say the same thing about your eyes. I also really like it when you come to the bookshop.”

“Well, I always want to see you.” Harrison says softly, his forehead comes back to rest against yours. “Would you like to have lunch with me?”

“Like another date?” You ask and then smile when he nods his head. “I’d love to.”

“Well then.” He says standing up, holding his hand out to you and helping you get up. “How does Mrs. Pacelli’s sound?”

You twine your fingers and swing your hands back and forth as you walk west, back to town. Your stomach grumbles in agreement and you smile at the thought of Mrs. Pacelli’s homemade lasagna right away. “It sounds amazing, her place is actually my favorite restaurant in town.”

Harrison chuckles and nods, “It is really great but my favorite place is further down the street.” He brings your hand to his lips for brief second before smiling down at you. “It’s a lovely bookshop with the best coffee.”

“Not a restaurant, though.” You smile back, heart beating wildly in your chest. The blue of Harrison’s eyes is even lovelier now that some of his worry was left behind at that spot in the sand; you can’t help but stare.

“You’re right, it’s not. But it is my favorite place, almost as beautiful as the owner.” Harrison shrugs as if he didn’t just flirt with you for the first time since you’ve known each other.

You push some hair behind your ear and lean your head on his shoulder, not used to what you’re feeling. Not after so long at least. Neither of you are perfect and you never will be, you’ve been shaped by your past and it’s left a scar in both of your hearts. Not letting it control your future though, that’s what makes all the difference. You had given up on love and happiness for years, but as your stomach buzzes with excitement and you feel those emotions again you can’t help but be glad that you took the chance. Uncertainty is usually scary, and you know more than anyone how much helplessness it can bring. This time however, something tells you that things will start to look up and even if you don’t know where this will lead, you’re not scared anymore.

Maybe the breeze does solve some things after all grandma

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yamithediaperdork · 4 years

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Shopping with daddy OR Don’t be a brat!!! (My hero academia)

When your going to school, is there any better time of the year then summer vacation? Hell no, even if your school is far more awesome then most since your in training to be a superhero. And getting to spend your vacation with the love of your life, in a beach side cottage not far from a little town? Even better! However there could also be one tiny little problem with getting to share a bed with the love of your life for three months, If the prideful blond hair hot head failed to mention that he's a life long bed wetter. This was the sad fact facing Shoto as he woke up for the fifth morning in a row soaked by his boyfriends urine. The more powerful (in terms of raw power as well as muscles) teen scowled at Katsuki as the blond was still blissfully unaware of what he had done, snoring softly and sucking on his thumb. Grabbing his pillow Shoto was tempted, sorely tempted to whack the blond in the face with it, but instead held his breath and counted back from 10 before replacing it. "Wake up doofus. you soaked the bed. again." Shoto said, trying to keep the edge out of his voice. Katsuki snorted and slowly opened his eyes. "hmm what? Nggh.." and turned over, tugging his pillow over his head. "Five more minutes mommy." he said in a sleepy voice. Shoto smirked at that, but reached over and grabbed the pillow. "I'm not your mommy, and you need to get up. We're taking care of this today bed wetter." he said, though he couldn't keep the amusement out of his voice. Katsuki grumble and then opened his eyes, sitting up in bed and yawning, then froze. "I..I Uh.." he stammered, quickly realizing that he was in the pee soaked bed. "You wet the bed. I know. come up, Outta bed, I need to get the mattress out to dry. Again." Shoto said. "M-Maybe it wasn't me! you ever think maybe YOUR the one pissing the bed like a fucking toddler?" Katsuki huffed, blushing but scooting out of the bed all the same. "Really? I'm not even gonna dignify that with a answer. go get in the shower." Shoto said, rolling his eyes. "..Yeah ok." Katsuki said and scurried off. Shoto sighed and got out of bed, the poor mattress had been new but already was doomed to be pee stained for the rest of it's life. Stripping the blankets and sheets off of the soaked bed, he walked to the washing machine by the bathroom, glad to hear Katsuki was showering and stuffed the soiled bedding as well as his own soaked shorts in the machine, then noticed that Katsuki had 'thoughtfully' left his pissy PJ bottoms out for him. '..At least he's not trying to hide them till they stink the place up.' Shoto thought and added them to the wash and started up the load, before moving in to join his boyfriend in the shower.

After a nice hot shower, with some nice hot love making, Both boys were dressed and clean, and sitting down to enjoy a breakfast. Shoto was having toast and egg, while Katsuki was finishing off his box of Cap'n Crunch. "we're gonna need to go into town today." Katsuki said between mouthful's, milk dribbling down his chin but at least he was leaning over the bowl so his light green muscle shirt was getting milk stained. Shoto meanwhile was in a loose white t-shirt and both boys were rocking tan shorts and black sandals. "I was going into town anyways. and you're coming with me." Shoto said, carefully finishing ff the last of his food. "oh, what we getting? we're good for food otherwise..heh." Katsuki got a impish look on his face. "Unless you wanted ta check out that sex shop i pointed out last time you horn do-" "Oh for the love of..No. we're getting you bed time diapers." Shoto cut Katsuki off. the blond choked on his last spoon full of cereal and when he could speak glared at Shoto. "No.Fucking.Way!" he growled. "This isn't up for debate. You can either come with me willing, and have a say on what brand of diapers I get you, or you can go over my lap and get a spanking and be put on time out till I get back." Shoto said, and finished the last of his coffee, silently daring Katsuki to try and call his bluff. The fact of the matter was, Shoto had learned quickly that the only way to calm the brat down when he got going, was a good old fashion trip over a knee. (well actually, it had been Katsuki's mother who had let him in on it) "..Your a butt you know that? a total, farty BUTT!" was all the blond said. "mmmhmm. Do the dishes up while I put the mattress out on the railing to dry." Shoto said and got up and started to leave the room. "and flip me off again and I'ma wash your mouth out. " he added, not even turning around. "...How does he fucking do that?" Katsuki muttered, quickly lowering his hand, and getting the dishes gathered up from the table.

with each boys chore down, they headed into town, walking since it was just a five minute walk. or at least it normally was. Katsuki had decided to stage a silent protest of sorts by going as slow as he could, and it took them a full fifteen minutes to get to the all-mart. "Keep pressing your luck and I'll get a stroller for the walk back." Shoto warned the brat. "You don't have the BALLS to tr-" Katsuki started, and quickly faltered, looking down at the ground. "Y-Yeah ok." Shoto wished that he hadn't of made the threat as Katsuki was even more sulky now. Hoping maybe the bed wetter's attuide would improve with a little bit of a delay in getting his bed wetting pants, Shoto steered the cart to the grocery side of the store first. "...I wanna get more then just Cap'n Crunch." Katsuki spoke up as they came up to the cereal aisle. "Oh? "I want candy. LOTS of it." Shoto smirked, it was more or less sounding like the bed wetter had offered up a price of sorts if he was gonna have to get the bed wetting pants. "I think we can swing that. though you're not eating it all at once. last thing I want is you bouncing off the walls." "Oh come on! I'm not THAT bad!" "Remember what happened on Easter? the foot prints on your mother's ceiling?" Shoto asked. "W-well that was uh..you know..I got a big bag of those cream eggs..and..i didn't want them to melt..and Mom didn't have any room in the fridge!" Katsuki huffed, blushing. "That's not how I remember it..but fine. we'll go with your version of events. just not a lot at once, OK?" Shoto offered, smirking. "Yeah fine. Whatever!" Katsuki sulked. "Get the Cap'n crunch, I'll get the candy." and with that he took off and Shoto just knew the brat would be coming back with a armful of sweets. "he's lucky he's amazing in the sack." he muttered, and wheeled toward the Cap'n Crunch.

Coming around the corner after getting the brat his cereal, and picking up a ag of coffee for himself, Shoto just smirked seeing Katsuki coming back towards him, arm's fulled with big bags of mini chocolate bars, cream eggs and the like. 'And in accordance with the prophecy..' he thought but kept his mouth shut. "Did you leave anything on the shelf for others?" Shoto teased. "heh, yeah, but not for lack of trying." Katsuki said then noticed the coffee in the cart. "Ick, why do you drink that stuff when we have chocolate syrup and milk at home?" "because a certain sweet tooth glares at me when i go to use any." Shoto teased. "heh. well you got me there. Alright, let's go and pay for this and get back home." Katsuki said quickly, starting to head for the check outs and reaching back to tug on the cart. "Nice try. we still have something else to pickup." Shoto said. "Come on, give me ONE more chance!" Katsuki whined. "If I thought that would really make a difference I would. now come on." Shoto said and started to head towards the pharmacy end of the store. "..This is bullshit! get them if you want, but I'll be waiting outside!" Katsuki growled and started to stomp his way out of the store, drawing attention from other customers. Katsuki Bakugo, you get your butt back here right this instant or I'm putting all of your candy back!" Shoto threatened. "I'm NOT going and getting stupid diapers with you! Diapers are for babies and I DON'T FUCKING NEED THEM!" Katsuki yelled, apparently unaware of all the people looking at them as he stomped a foot but was turning and facing Shoto. At least he was unaware till a teenaged girl started to snicker. "YOU GOT SOMETHING TO SAY BITCH?!" Katsuki growled, spinning around to face her, and Shoto moved quick. Grabbing Katsuki by the ear he gave the boy a firm swat across the butt. "little man, that is eno-" He started, talking over the yowl from Katsuki, but even then he was cut off as a loud thunder poot escaped from the blonds backside. "..Katsuki when was the last time you-" Shoto started to asked. Katsuki's bowels were a fickle thing, and the boy could go for days without a movement, but when it was ready to come out, he had little to NO warning time. "i..I.." Katsuki whined, and then with a crackling poot the back of his shorts started to darken and blossom out. "N-Nooooo!" Katsuki whimpered and whined, but was helpless to do anything as days worth of heavy food destroyed his briefs and weren't doing the shorts any favor either. the crowd was watching with mixed reactions, though most was amusement, at least until the smell hit them. and a few were just shocked at the mass growing in the back of the boys pants. Shoto should of felt bad for him, but given he'd been acting like a total brat and he was positive had been about to use his quirk on that girl, he was all out of mercy. "great, Just great. it's not enough that your wetting the bed every night, now your pooping your pants too?" Shoto asked, hands on his hips. "I..But..I.." Katsuki whined. "that's it mister man, we're going and getting diapers alright, and NOT just for night time! and I'm putting that candy back, clearly junk food is the last thing you need." Picking Katsuki up and carrying the mortified blond over to the cart, Shoto was sure that the blond knew what coming from the little bit of a fight he was able to put up. It didn't do him any good though as Shoto sat him down with a loud squish in the baby seat of the cart. "MAYBE if you watch your mouth and behave, I MIGHT let you keep the cream eggs. but your on thin ice mister." Shoto said and shook a finger at Katsuki who whimper and started to bawl, even as the crowd started to clap and cheer in approval. "one last thing, Say sorry to everyone." Shoto said, and stepped aside,. Katsuki sobbed and hiccuped, and though teary eyes looked at the crowd. "I.I'm sowwy." he lisped babyishly. The crowd loved it.

After that Shoto wheeled the cart to the pharmacy area and picked up not one, not two, but three of the extra thick overnight diapers that the store carried, as well as getting some baby bottles and a package of pacifiers. Katsuki started to wail loudly at that point so Shoto, after getting permission from a employee, opened the pack of paci and popped one in the smelly teens mouth. part of the crowd had followed them, since well they didn't really get much excitement and this beat the re runs that were playing on TV at the moment anyways. As Katsuki suckled on it and whined, a chuckle spread though the crowd. Shoto also got permission to open one of the packs of diapers and was allowed to use the usually employee's only bathroom to get the little stinker changed. the crowd helped up somewhat, offering to take back the candy as Katsuki got changed and Shoto just reminded them to leave a bag of the cream eggs for Katsuki, he had been behaved so far since going poopie. Getting Katsuki in the bathroom, Shoto shook his head. "I hope you understand you brought this ALL on yourself. if you hadn't of dragged your feet, or had all your little fits we'd of been home by now." he said, tugging the stinkers shorts off and tossing them in a trash bin. Katsuki wisely kept his paci in, and nodded, but reached for his short futilely as they went though the air into the trash can. "no no, those shorts are ruined buddy. and I'm NOT buying you a new pair. you'll be waddling home in diapers." Shoto said, smirking and Katsuki laid on his back on the cold floor, fists going to his eyes and rubbing them as he suckled and whimpered big time. Katsuki's lucky Ultra-man briefs were all but ruined and Katsuki paused in his crying to look down, then up at Shoto and shake his head no. "Buddy, their ruined.I have to toss them." Shoto said. Katsuki shook his head no again and brought his hands together, pleading. "-sigh- alright..alright..you can keep them.. but I'm not carrying them." Shoto said, and then smirked as he took out a diaper. "Butt up." Katsuki got a confused look on his face and pointed at his poopie undies. "Yeah I know. they're still poopie. you wanna keep'em, you can wear them under your diaper, and YOU can wash them in the sink wen we get home." Shoto said. Katsuki wrinkled his nose and shook his head no, going to hook his thumb in the waistband. "No no no, You made your case, and won. enjoy the fruit of success." Shoto said and gently but firmly moved the brat's hands away. "Now butt up." Katsuki started whimpering again even as he lifted his butt up and plopped back down with a squish on the soft diaper, and whined as Shoto started to sprinkle him with baby powder , then just took the top off of the container and dumped half of it in. "Don't wanna get attacked by a hoard of fly's on the way home." Shoto explained. Taping the diaper up, Shoto helped Katsuki get to his feet and laughed at how cute and ridiculous the now big baby look, his legs bowed out and he was clearly having trouble walking, doing a weird baby learning to walk waddle. As they started to head for the door, Shoto noticed that there was a black marker on a clip board on the door, for checking off a list of things to be cleaned and smirked. "Hold it a second stinker." he said, grabbing the marker and then getting behind Katsuki, kneeling down and writing. 'Warning! Poopie diaper! (sorry about the smell)' Putting the cap back on the marker and replacing it, Shoto lead the big baby out.

Their groceries, the ones they were keeping, had been taken up to a checkout as for obvious reasons the cart had to be cleaned, and the crowd chuckled and laughed, with some people even snapping pictures as Katsuki was lead, Holding daddies hand, to the check out. everything was scanned in fact save for the bag of cream eggs and the clerk gave Shoto a question look, smirking at the same time as Katsuki wiped his arm over his eyes and looked at Shoto hopefully. "oh..I suppose. I'm just a big softie." Shoto said and leaned down, kissing the big babies head. Paying for the groceries and heading out the door with Shoto carrying the heavier stuff and Katsuki the light stuff, and the big babies hand in daddies, Shoto realized that his summer vacation was going to be even better then he could of dreamed, if not a little more smelly.

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uzumaki-rebellion · 5 years

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“Wet Sugar” [Chp. 13 of 30]

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Summary:

Erik lays down some rules that Yani better follow...

"Waiting for the daylight Cause then she'll keep me In the safety of her arms She never leaves me

And when the sun rises, she watches over me

He tells me all his secrets He thinks nobody knows We lay together in daylight I love him so

And when the sun rises, he watches over me…"

The Foreign Exchange—"Daykeeper"

Perfection.

That's what she feels.

For the first time in her life, Yani Galiber knows what it's like to be secure. Protected. She experiences no sense of lack or scarcity. She doesn't worry about sticking to a budget or skimping on food or other necessities just to get by. There is not one moment with Erik where she doesn't feel comfortable.

He spoils her and the baby.

Gives her what she needs before she even thinks of asking.

Their second week together in Our Lady's Manor, he presented her with a pre-paid credit card to use whenever she wanted. When she went online to activate the card, the balance was five-thousand dollars. When she used the card to pay for repairs on her car that she had put off, the amount she spent was replaced days later.

Her care-free days are spent wearing swimsuits, booty shorts, and skimpy sundresses, reading stories to Sydette sprawled out on the grass among flowers with Jerome snacking on leaves nearby. She goes into town to have lunch with friends where she picks up the tab or pays for mani/pedis for her and her besties at the nail shop.

She orders make-up directly from Sephora in the shades of lipstick and eye shadow that she could never afford and can spend hours experimenting with looks in front of a vanity mirror as Sydette plays at her feet.

He doesn't ask much from her. Erik seems to enjoy watching her flounce around her house or Klaue's, playing with the baby, watching her bathe Sweet Pea or do the baby's hair in new braids. He fusses with her sometimes when he thinks the braids are too tight.

"Damn, Yani, baby girl won't have no edges by the time she's twelve, let her scalp live!"

Sydette's hair is a whirlwind of thick and wavy textures. Yani tries to be funny and makes him do the baby's hair and is shocked when he can do decent cornrows that aren't too tight. Sydette even sits still for him when he does it. Not one bit of fidgeting or whining.

They share the responsibility of cooking. Erik likes to make dinner, and she spoils them with lavish lunches and they switch back and forth on breakfast. His days are spent inside a private workroom. She isn't allowed to be in there, and she doesn't ask what he does while he is there. Which is just as well because Yani has had to adjust to just one thing in her life with him.

The sex.

Erik is insatiable.

Four times a day on average.

There are set times.

Before the sun rises in the morning.

After he has a swim post-lunch and makes her give up her breasts as he lays on her lap cuddled on the couch together.

Right after Sydette is put to bed, and Erik joins Yani at her house or his depending on where Yani wants them to sleep at night. Mostly Klaue's place now.

The extra sex can come at any time. In the middle of the night, before dinner, in the middle of his work just outside the private workroom. He comes looking for her with heat in his eyes. Sometimes if he catches her in the pool while the baby naps, he will take her there, out in the open water.

Toys are not an option. They are used a lot.

She had a variety of anal plugs that he purchased for her. Along with other more savage toys that he used on her when she was away from the house. Toys that he can activate with his phone and just from his voice alone. On those days he is a beast. He has trained her pussy so well that her clit thumps and her pussy clenches automatically whenever she sees his avatar on her phone. He calls to make her come home from wherever she is when he needs to be inside of her. Even if she is all the way on the other side of the island. If she doesn't respond right away or takes too long getting to him, he activates the travel vibrator that he makes her wear away from home. It was discreet, half of it rested inside her vagina and the other half pressed against her clit; it made very little noise and could turn her into a puddle of slick juices dampening her panties in seconds.

His text messages would be short and to the point while she was away from him.

Come home.

Take care of me.

Baby, I need you.

I want it.

Get your ass in that bed.

I'm on my way.

Be wet and ready.

Stop playing and bring that pussy here.

Don't make me come out there and get yo ass.

Catch this dick Bitch.

Give Daddy what he wants.

Each and every time she would come running to him, panties around her ankles before she even hit the front door.

This nigga slang dick like a cartel slang cocaine.

And he knew what she liked to see. His dick swinging in his pants, especially the light cotton loungers he wore all the time just hanging in the house. Without his boxer briefs on. He had several in a variety of colors, and wore them on purpose because she could see his dick print clearly and knew she was weak for that shit. That pipe was always on high alert, and her mouth would water when she would watch him come to her for breakfast, or lunch or any other time around the house. That dick was just right there, big even when he wasn't erect, just bouncing against his thigh looking heavy between his legs.

It made her use him for one of their favorite things to do together; making him nut in his pants while she grinded on him. Ever since that first time when he lifted her up and humped her against a tree, there was something so brazen about getting her man to cum with his clothes on, feeling and seeing his ejaculate stain his pants. They did it in public a lot. Chilling on benches, her sitting on him at the beach and just bouncing on his erection with no panties on under her dresses and skirts until he spurts everywhere and made her thighs wet. At restaurants where she would climb onto his lap facing away from him and he would groan and thrust up into her, gasping in her ear, hands gripping her tits as their waiter went to retrieve their food. She loved his facial expressions when he came, her release tumbling right after his, and once they returned home, he lubed up her red heart-shaped princess plug, inserted it into her equally lubricated ass, and then fucked her senseless.

It was Sunday.

Brunch day with her girls.

Caypri. Aisha. Lesonne. And Milah.

She was six weeks in with her new living arrangement and her friends were raving about how she looked.

"Girl, you getting extra thick. That man treating you real good, right?" Caypri said.

"Well he's treating us right too, cuz girl, we haven't been eating this well and drinking this high and mighty since…when?" Lesonne said sipping on champagne.

They had a nice view at one of the second fanciest restaurants on the island. She felt chic wearing her new aquamarine designer shades with the big Hollywood glam lenses.

Yani sent a text to her mother telling her that she would be around to collect Sydette in a few hours. There were plans to go shopping after brunch. Since Yani had been living with "that man on the hill", her parents were suddenly anxious to look after Sydette whenever Yani needed them too. Not her younger sisters Anika or Rocsi, but them, Mommy and Daddy. It was actually a good thing. Her relationship with her parents actually improved. They wanted her back home, but she refused. But they could keep their grandbaby, and they did that often which was a blessing because it meant more time alone with Er—

Shit.

A sharp pulse in her pussy made her grip the side of the table cloth as she saw Erik's avatar pop up on her cell. She had only been gone for two hours. She and her girls had facials done before brunch and were just now enjoying drinks as they took their time noshing on savory crepes and pastries.

She texted him quickly.

We're eating now. Will be home soon.

Yani picked up her champagne flute and took a nice-sized drink. She wiped her forehead to check for sweat and she felt a subtle sheen developing on her brow.

"You okay, Yani?" Milah asked.

"Yeah, just a little warmer today than usual," she said.

Her phone lit up.

Yani crossed her feet, her generous thighs rubbing together already anticipating trouble from him if he didn't get his way. She could already feel her pussy lips swelling. Damn that man.

Is everything okay?

She tried using a text tone that made it seem like she was concerned to offset what she knew was coming. Erik didn't call her or bother her when she was out. The island was small and he knew she had people around to help her if she needed it without him automatically jumping on the phone to check for her.

No, this man called when he wanted her on him or under him. Her pussy was still recovering from their early morning tryst when they were able to have a quickie before the baby woke up.

Come see about me.

He was trying to be cute.

I'll be home in about two hours. You can wait.

Yani slyly slid her fingers down her legs and tugged on her panties under her dress. They were stuck to her folds…and on the tiny pink vibrator he slid inside of her that morning.

Nah.

Let me finish brunch at least.

No reply. Thank God.

Yani walked over to the buffet brunch spread and piled her plate with lobster tails and coconut shrimp. She wanted to try the new drinks the restaurant was pushing on customers and soon forgot about Erik.

Fresh melted butter and the sweet meat of the lobster swished around her tongue and filled her belly along with grilled asparagus tips, and a light butter leaf salad with a dark balsamic dressing. She laughed so much with her friends and forgot how much she missed being out with them. Life with Chez had isolated her so much that she forgot how these women had lifted her up.

Lesonne was spinning a tale of how she hooked her latest boyfriend into doing face masks with her while they watched Korean dramas. Aisha was laughing so hard trying to imagine a big burly truck driver sitting in front of a tv with a tiny pink face mask on and Yani was giggling along with her. She could picture Erik wearing a mask, he was big on grooming himself, but the champagne was making her giddy and everything was funny…

Until it wasn't.

Yani felt the jolt on her clit that made her slam her knees together.

Her friends continued laughing and sharing more stories and Yani tried to keep an engaged face as Erik toyed with her body. It had only been twenty minutes since his last text.

He was using the surge pulse setting to start her out, and from experience with him, it would grow more intense. She grabbed her fork and shoved buttered lobster meat into her mouth to have something to focus on. She tried not to squirm or wiggle her hips and found the fingers of her left hand giving off small tremors as they twisted part of the table cloth into a tiny knot. Tears pricked her eyelids. Her right hand kept stuffing food in her mouth and when the pulse setting turned into a smooth wave of tingly sensations, she closed her eyes and felt sweat building on her inner thighs.

She reached for her cell and quickly shot off a text.

Daddy stop…

Come home.

We're almost done eating. Let me—

She swallowed thickly and stuck her left index finger between her lips and bit down. Her pussy was twitching in her panties.

Hard-headed Bitch.

"Looks like they turned the chocolate fountain on finally," Lesonne said.

Yani's friends stood and walked out of the patio and across the room to the desert section oohing and ahhing at the selections of fruit and slices of cake.

Daddy, please…

You brought this on yourself.

Yani's eyes were half slits as she clenched the hem of her dress with her right hand. Her lips were pursed in a moist twist of carnal agony. His avatar lit up her cell again and she clutched it as she shot up from her seat and clumsily tottered on wobbly legs to the women's restroom. It was a small room with one toilet and Yani locked the door. She answered the phone as she stared at her sweaty face in the restroom mirror.

"Bring my pussy here, girl."

The gasp from her mouth was loud and echoed around her when the bolt of pleasure he sent her from his phone voice hit her clit and slick pussy.

"We're almost done, Daddy—"

"Lemme see my pussy."

She felt a whine bubble up, but she didn't let him hear it. Pulling off her sunglasses, she switched her cell over to visual and audio and saw his hungry real-time face looming on her phone.

"Panties down," he barked.

His voice sounded ticked off and she lowered the damp material from her private parts. Lifting up her dress, she let Erik see her plump folds manipulated by his voice and the toy inside of her.

"Shit, baby. Pussy all fat and juicy for me. Look at my dick…"

She saw the thick veins bulging out on him as his hand worked up and down his rigid shaft.

"You already know you in trouble. Got my dick like this and you not sittin' that fat ass on my nuts…fuck is wrong witchu?"

The sharp inflection in tone sent a zinger of a vibration to her hard clit. He was legit mad and she loved that anger as it made her walls clench the vibrator.

"Oh…Killmonger! Oh, Daddy! I'm cumming for you…I'm cumming for you!"

She bit her lip as she gripped the sink with her left hand as her right hand let him see her pussy spasm with the vibrator.

"Bring your fucking ass home! Oh….Shit!"

God no.

The ultimate sin.

She made him cum without her being there to clean him up.

His head thrown back, mouth open, she watched her man jettison milky ropes of cum all over his chest and lap. When his searing eyes sought hers again and she saw his lips poked out, she knew he was pissed.

"You got thirty minutes," he growled.

He was gone. Her cell's screensaver popped back up.

Yani grabbed a handful of paper towels and cleaned herself up.

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He was watching her.

She felt his eyes on her from the cameras all over the compound.

The moment the compound gate rolled shut behind her, Yani methodically and slowly pulled her panties off. One of the security cams turned in a smooth arc as she made her way past the first house. She took her time making her way to her middle house, and when she reached the pool, she took off her dress and tossed it on a plastic lounge chair.

Unhooking her bra, she left it lying on the balcony of Klaue's house. Her retina scan gave her access to the living room and she was enveloped in the soft music Erik was playing throughout the house. Classic trip-hop. Instrumentals. Warm ocean air breezed through the tilted windows as she padded toward the master bedroom.

The soft pallet of blankets and pillows were already on the floor in front of the wall mirror. Yani stared at her full-length frame in the mirror. Cinnamon skin moist with island heat, four-inch open-toed black heels gave her a little height. His gold link sat on the pallet and she bent down to pick it up, slipping it around her neck. When she stood up, Erik was standing in the doorway. Salmon-colored loungers on with no shirt. Locs pushed back from his eyes. A hard scowl on his face. His bare feet were soft on the floor when he strolled over to her. She dropped her hands to her sides, her eyes bold watching his as he approached.

His eyes dragged down her body in the mirror and rested on the pink vibrator resting on her protruding clit and still inserted in her vagina. Her faint pubic hairs were cut into the shape of an inviting heart on her mound, the outer lips smooth from her monthly waxing. Erik had no preference. Bushy. Waxed. Trimmed. His mouth was going to take and taste whatever was down there. Eating pussy was a delicacy to him.

His fingers traced up her back, then her neck and her skin shivered from the tactile warmth that his heated digits brought to her flesh. His body was a furnace, the protruding keloids like fine jewels peppering his arms and chest with perfect and beautiful scarification. Whatever ritual he used to mark himself was divine to her. There was meaning in it and she wasn't bold enough to ask him about it. Whatever he was keeping track of on his epidermis had been going on for a long time.

He gripped the chain on her neck and wound it around his hand once.

"Three minutes late. I said thirty minutes."

Her eyes challenged him. She didn't apologize or make excuses. She wasn't the one driving so she had no control over how fast she got there.

His left hand turned her face to the side and his mouth crashed down onto her lips, his tongue snaking inside and sliding against her wet tongue. This was the best part…almost. Any union between them always started with the heavy sloppy kisses. Lips parted wide, she let him taste the champagne still coating her taste buds. She could feel his big dick jutting into her side. He smelled of a fresh shower and almond hair oil.

He released her lips when she began pushing her wide backside against him. His tongue ran over his top lip, saliva already glistening from her kisses on him.

"Go get what we need," he said pushing her toward the master bathroom.

She took her time walking to the bathroom knowing his eyes were on her ass. She swung her hips hard and caught a glimpse of him tugging on his protruding erection.

She took a moment to void her bladder in the toilet and cleaned herself up.

Cherry lube with pink coloring. Pink heart plug. She took a moment to slip lube inside of her anus. She chose the smaller three-inch plug for him to insert. Her pussy was already sensitive so she didn't need a larger plug. He liked the three-inches just fine, it made his dick snug against her walls when he was inside of her, the nerve endings inside her ass so rich and delicious when she came hard on him. He made her feel it all, his girth pushing her vaginal walls against the plug.

Returning to the bedroom she sat down on the pallet holding her legs open for him.

He grabbed a pile of big pillows from the bed and situated them behind him to make a support for his lower back as he curled his thighs and legs around hers. She leaned back into him and handed the lube and plug to him. He squeezed a generous amount of cherry lube onto the pure silver metal of the plug. She lifted up her knees and watched him gently insert the toy as she relaxed her anal muscles. She exhaled when the plug was in all the way and both of their eyes admired the pretty ruby heart jutting out, almost overpowering the vibrator still inserted inside of her.

Erik's nimble thick fingers pulled her small vibrator out and they both saw the flood of her clear sticky pussy juices spill out onto the pallet. Yani pressed her head back into his wide chest as she gasped from the flicking of his fingers on her swollen clit.

Erik noticed her biting on her lips and he slapped her clit hard.

"Daddy…please!"

"Don't even. I told you what you were supposed to do—"

"We didn't even get to finish our plans, you knew what we were—"

"I don't give a fuck! You know what this is. We got rules in this house…"

His hand kept slapping her clit and her ass bucked.

"Be still!"

His left hand yanked hard on the chain and she did her best not to rock back and forth or wind her hips. Any wriggling she did was tiny.

"Killmonger…my pussy is so—"

SLAP!

He was smacking her fleshy inner lips, the frothy wetness at the opening of her pink kept winking open each time he struck her.

"You made me nut all over myself. Didn't have your nasty mouth to clean me up. You know better Bitch. I need that mouth—"

He jammed his fingers between her lips and she groaned.

"Taste your pussy. This was supposed to be on my dick. But you wanna fucking play all day and forget about me."

She sucked his fingers clean and his hand went back to her apex where he started to slap her inner thighs.

"Lift them big legs up, girl!"

She draped her heels outside of his thighs and panted hard when he reached into his lounger pocket and pulled out the tiny gold vibrating bullet. He rested it on her clit and she lost control of her legs.

"Keep them legs open, Yani. Don't play with me Bitch!"

His left hand grabbed and held her throat and his right hand went down to manipulate her clit with the bullet. He let the vibrator hit the hood of her clit and she cried out, both watching her wet opening pulse and twitch. It spilled more slick in a steady stream down her ass cheek.

"Yeah…yeah...I love that shit. Pussy jumping for Daddy. Getting so wet for Daddy's dick."

"My pussy…" she groaned so hard when he rubbed the bullet around her opening, letting it slide in her slick and against the open wings of her inner labia.

"Pussy so pretty, Yani…" he groaned, "I needed you today…keeping this pretty pussy from me…"

Her pink slit kept winking open and shut, the sound of his voice growling in her ear had her teary-eyed and weak in the knees. His left hand pinched her left nipple and she watched his facial expression as his lips fell open watching her opening throb from his touches. His lips snagged a hold of her right ear-lobe and he nibbled and groaned in her ear. Her thighs shook and when he dropped the bullet above her taut black pearl, they both saw her squirt a long stream of fluid onto the floor.

"Fuck." He groaned, pressing the bullet even harder on her clit. Her pussy spasmed and more clear fluid spurt out along with a thick glistening stream of natural lubricant from her vaginal opening.

"You want to wet everything up for Daddy, huh? You gon' squirt like that all over Daddy's dick?"

He pinched her nipple again and damn if she didn't have a small drizzle of milk spill out. Milk, sweat, fluid from her urethra and vagina soaked Erik's hands.

"I'ma make your pussy beg for this dick," he snarled, dropping the bullet on the pallet and slapping her clit again. Twisting her nipple hard, he bit into the side of her neck with his slugs. Yani's tongue slipped out of her mouth and she wailed out his name when his fingers sank into her pussy. He made them hit the side of her walls hard and her sphincter gripped her silver plug hard.

"Fuck me!" she screamed, but Erik kept stroking her insides, her gushy pussy soaking fluids all over the place.

"You know I gotta have this pussy all day. Next time I'm coming for you and I'ma fuck you right wherever you are. Play with me again, girl…see what happens to you—"

"Yes, Daddy, I won't do it again! I won't do it again…I want some dick…"

"Yeah?"

"Please!"

He knew how to slap her pussy around and fondle her body without making her cum. It was sweet torture and it always made her frustrated. He knew this. So he kept at it, slapping her thighs and ass hard when she squirmed trying to get more friction from him.

"You don't run this girl…sitcho ass still!"

He choked her with her necklace and she glared at him.

"You mad at me now? Think that mean somethin'?"

He slapped her breasts and the sharp sting on her nipples made her close her eyes and shout for him to murder her pussy any way he wanted. She stroked her clit and her own caress made her body jump.

"Oh Bitch, you squirtin' again? You must want this dick bad!"

He gripped the heavy outline of his print in his pants and she felt no shame begging for it.

"Killmonger…fuck me…now Daddy…mi no wanna play no more…"

In the mirror her face looked like it was in torturous ecstasy. Erik kept pushing it, knowing he was being cruel. He owned her pussy. They both knew it.

He backed away from her and pulled off his loungers, his erection massive. Balls heavy and ready to slap against her cheeks, Yani crawled onto her hands and knees. She rested her elbows together facing the mirror. Her man needed to see her face when he took her from behind.

He stroked his shaft and let his pre-cum spill onto her back as he loomed over her.

"…teach you a lesson…keeping my pussy from me…forgetting who runs thangs…."

She could only catch snatches of his gruff words. Her ass was thrust up into the air for him.

"Head down all the way," he ordered.

She pressed her hands low onto the pallet and rested the left side of her face so he could see her expressions in the mirror.

She was letting him hit it raw now.

Before that, she was always checking the condoms he used, sheepskin, making sure there were no holes or tears in the packaging or the condoms themselves. She liked the sheepskin. He did too. He could feel her heat so good. But then he was begging to cum inside of her, wanting to fill her up and play with his semen inside her pussy. She was terrified of getting pregnant again, told him so, and he promised to only cum wherever she allowed him. He just wanted to be fully present in her body.

It took her weeks to get to that point. To trust that he would be cognizant of his own body and pull out in time. They didn't want children. No mistakes or accidents. A serious bedtime convo involved a real heart to heart about what they would do if something went wrong. Plan B and medical termination were on the table. She had to finish school and be able to take care of herself and her daughter. That was her plan. He had to work for Klaue and not have to worry about another baby. An immediate termination would happen. If he had to fly her to the states to make that happen, they agreed he would. The words were spoken without any doubts or the possibility of changing minds.

The first time he penetrated her without a condom she thought he was going to bust a nut the moment he entered her. She felt the same way. The sex felt even more passionate between them. And she always let him know where he could cum.

Watching him sink down into her with her face so near the mirror, she could see every muscle in his face ripple with pleasure. His lips pushed out and his eyes rested on her arch, his hand pressed down on her back.

"You so perfect, Baby…"

She felt a smile curl onto her lips, but it was quickly wiped away when he started letting her have all of his anger from withholding her body from him.

Her hands reached back to push him off, she couldn't handle the pressure he was laying on her but he snatched up her arms and held them still.

"Nah, you getting all this."

Her pussy felt so tight with her plug hitting against his girth internally.

He pushed her head down on the floor and held her neck down. His eyes were searing into her face as he watched her mouth call out his name.

"Watchu tryna say, Ma? I ain't stopping—"

"Kill—"

"You getting' all this dick…just like this…"

His face scrunched up hard when he slipped in deeper, his balls smacking her cheeks loud.

"Daddy made that pussy cream while you were eating, huh?"

"Yeah—"

"Taking all this sooo good, Baby—"

The pressure was too much and Yani felt her pussy throb.

"Wettin' this dick all up like a good little Bitch. Damn girl, drenching my balls!"

He pulled out and dropped to his hands and knees, shoving his face into her ass, his big mouth sucking her pussy lips, tugging on the tender folds, stretching them, inserting his tongue deep in her slit. Dragging his tongue up and down her backside, he wasted little time plunging back into her depths. Her breath was trapped inside her chest as she watched him pound her pussy to shreds.

"A hard head makes a soft pussy, girl. You feel me in there deep, huh?"

"Yeah."

Yani widened her thighs and his balls hit her clit with more intense friction.

"Being with your little friends was more important than taking care of me, huh? That's what you thought."

His face looked so angry, lips distended in an angry pout, but his eyes were on fire. He couldn't get enough of her. He grabbed for her throat again and really drilled her pussy. The pressure from the plug and his fat dick had her slobbering onto the blanket that cradled her face.

"Look at me!" he shouted.

Her eyes were weepy looking in the mirror and he kept pounding the fuck out of her.

"Where you want this cum?"

His sharp thrusts prevented her from answering right away as her eyes squeezed tight from all the pressure he was banging against her walls.

"Where?!"

He was close. So close. The heat in her pussy from his dick had her arching higher.

"Oh, Baby!" he yelled.

Erik had his head thrown up to the ceiling, his loud grunts giving her goosebumps.

"Yani! Tell me!"

"In my mouth!" she shouted.

His head dropped forward, his eyes watching her throw her ass on him. Something changed in his gaze and he gripped her waist as he twisted his hips, switching up his stroke suddenly, making her breath catch in her throat.

"Nah," he said giving her three more exquisite strokes from his thick dick before he pulled out.

She shifted up to her knees, her mouth wide open for him, but he stood next to face and held her chin. Turning it to face the mirror, Erik fisted his veiny shaft and shot his load all over the mirror. The creamy ejaculate spilled down in a wide swathe and Yani's lips twisted up in disappointment. She wanted his semen in her mouth and dripping down her lips.

"Lick it all up," he said.

Her eyes stared at him with shock. He pushed her face against the glass. His hot cum slick on her cheek.

"Think you get what you want when you act up?"

She hesitated, but he fisted the last of his cum on her face.

"That's your punishment. You don't get Daddy's dick in your throat. Lick my shit up."

Her face twisted up in anger. He wasn't going to let her cum. Pussy all swollen and ready to squeeze his dick hard, and this nigga was going to make her lick his hot ejaculate from a mirror.

He stood behind her head and reached down, squeezing her big tits. Flicking his fingers on her nipples, she could see his heated eyes. He was ready for more. But not before she did what she was told.

Her tongue tasted the rich tang of his semen and watching her trail it up and down the mirror made him excited. He penetrated her again, hands still squeezing her nipples, watching her face, his teeth biting his lower lip.

Her lips were drenched with his cum, the heat from her tongue chilled from the cool glass of the mirror as she licked and licked as he pumped into her.

"I want you to cum on my dick…please cum on my dick…"

She rocked her ass on him and when his fingers pinched her clit, her walls rippled along his length and she felt so full of him and the plug and so many other emotions that she felt herself floating in a haze of sated bliss.

"This right there…oh fuck, Yani…this is why I love you girl….oh fuck…this why I love you, Baby…I love you…"

Yani's eyes grew wide.

"Killmonger."

Her voice was soft and she reached back stroking his hair. He cradled her fingers and kissed them.

"You love me?" she asked.

Their sex ended the way it began, his mouth on her mouth, tongues sliding back and forth, lips wide open.

"You love me?"

"Yes," he said.

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Do you usually take blame or blame others? Depends on the context, I guess? When things go wrong on a very deep and personal level between me and people I deeply care for, I usually try to find reasons to blame myself. But if it’s something superficial, like if someone messes up at work through no fault of my own, then I’m able to point my finger to whoever fucked up.

Have you ever been to a McDonald’s in another state? I’ve been to McDonald’s in different provinces and also in different countries. The McDonald’s we went to in Baguio was so surreal because we discovered that they were still using styrofoam containers that they had already phased out years ago everywhere else, and they also never changed the original spaghetti and chicken recipes I grew up with. It was such a blast from the past. As for other countries, I’ve tried out the McDonald’s in Malaysia, Indonesia, and China and made sure to order items that we didn’t have back home.

Have you ever seen 50 First Dates? Yeah, it’s one of my semi-guilty pleasures. It’s such a cheesy movie, but idk the concept is unique and the supporting characters made the whole movie enjoyable for me.

Do you like or hate the smell of fish? The fishy smell at the market can be pretty strong and bleck, but generally I don’t mind the smell of fish. I live in an archipelago, man. We live and breathe seafood. Idk anyone in real life who doesn’t like fish.

Have you ever been to Sea World? No.

Do you know someone who suffers from short term memory loss? I don’t think so, no.

Have you ever read any of John Green’s books? Yeah, but the only one I’ve gotten to read in full was The Fault In Our Stars. I also got to start on The Abundance of Katherines and Paper Towns, but because I only borrowed those copies from friends I never got to read either until the end. All were okay, but I don’t find John Green’s writing to be as great as it was once hyped up to be.

If so, which one is your favorite? I guess TFIOS, since that’s the only one I got to read through to the end.

Are you a protective person? With my loved ones and pets, yes.

Have you ever experienced an earthquake? Yeah I’ve felt a lot but fortunately it’s never been a severe one. Just super brief earthquakes where the most that happened to me was a little swaying.

Would you rather go to a beach or city for a vacation? I love beaches, but a change in scenery would also be nice because I already go to beaches for vacations fairly often. City.

Does your license plate number contain the number 8? I never actually memorized my plate number LOOOOOOL I think so? It’s either a 6 or 8.

Were you ever a ghost on Halloween? Nope.

Has someone ever held the door open for you? Yeah, security guards tend to do that for customers/guests. Sometimes, nice strangers that I enter a place with will do it for me too.

Are you a fan of penguins? I think fan is pushing it far lol. I like penguins, but I’m not obsessed.

Have you ever stayed up all night on a school night? Just a handful of times, and it was always as part of a groupwork. I’d never willingly go through an all-nighter for myself.

What’s your favorite brand of chips? Doritos or Pringles. We also have a local brand that makes these deeeeeelicious salted egg chips, but I’ve never actually taken note of what the brand is.

Has anyone ever sang to you? Not to me. But a lot of people have sung around me.

Are you a good painter? No. That’s why I opt for paint-by-number kits, because those come with a guide haha. I can’t actually craft images by myself – that skill belongs to my sister who has an insane talent for painting.

Before buying a car, do you usually test drive it? I’ve never bought a car by myself; my dad takes care of the car purchases. I know he test-drove the Vitara, but idk about the other cars we have.

Have you ever written a poem and then read it aloud? Hmm, I don’t write poems. I don’t find the vast majority of them appealing, and only once in a while will there be a poem that is able to speak to me.

Do you like pineapple? Nope.

Have you ever met your favorite author? I don’t have a favorite.

Do you look more like your mom or dad? Most comments point to my mom, but I’ll get the occasional remark that half of my face is my dad’s as well. I’m a good mix of both.

Have you and your best friend ever liked the same person? This hasn’t happened before.

When was the last time someone called you babe or baby? Maybe August? I’m not too sure. It’s been a few months.

Do you have an older brother? No. But I’m super close with my eldest cousin on my mom’s side and we grew up together and all that, and I pretty much consider him my older brother. He’s definitely more a brother than a cousin to me, and it has always felt and been that way.

Are you a fan of art? Yes, especially paintings and dioramas.

Did you get your mom or dad’s eyes? My mom’s, I think? I really don’t know, I’m bad at recognizing this kind of stuff. You’d have to ask people who actually see me on a daily basis.

Have you ever seen the movie My Girl? Is this the one with the really sad scene of a boy’s funeral and the girl’s like, “He can’t see without his glasses”? I haven’t seen the movie, but I’ve heard about that scene a million times.

Do you watch Teen Wolf on MTV? Ugh, MTV’s teen shows are such a cringefest to me. I never followed it, but I’ve had to watch a few eps back in high school when my friends would watch it while we were at someone’s place. Not my cup of tea.

When it was on, did you watch Cory In The House on Disney? I watched a few episodes, especially when it was still new. But we were also in the process of moving then and we didn’t have cable for a few years in our new house, so I had to miss out most of it.

Do you have any blackheads? I don’t.

Do you have any freckles? Nope.

Do you have a movie that you have to watch during the summer every year? No, but I have something similar. I like watching Love Actually at least once every year, during the Christmas season. I like watching Two for The Road once a year as well, regardless of the time of year.

Do you think that life isn’t fair sometimes? I mean yeah. It doesn’t revolve around me, so I know it won’t always be fair.

When was the last time someone bought you flowers? Valentine’s Day last year.

What was the last book you read? Midnight Sun. Haven’t touched it since September, though.

How many books do you plan to read this summer? It’s past summer, and I haven’t been doing a lot of reading in general.

Does your house have a dishwasher? No, not a common appliance here.

Do you know anyone who has a flower tattoo? I probably do. But I haven’t seen people outside of family for so long that I can barely remember who has which tattoos. I’m pretty sure I know someone who has flowers.

Do you like the name Carter? It just reminds me of the underwear brand honestly, so not a fan.

Have you ever had a secret admirer? No. Should there be one, they shouldn’t be having high hopes; I wouldn’t be interested in the least.

How many different languages can you say goodbye in? There’s English, Filipino, Korean, Spanish, German, French, Japanese – 7.

Agree or disagree: You like Adam Sandler movies. Disagree for the most part, but 50 First Dates is cute.

Did the last type of shoes you wore have laces? Yups. I wore sneakers when I went out to get Starbucks last Friday evening.

How much money did you spend yesterday? The charging cable that I ordered arrived yesterday, so I had to shell out ₱140 for that.

What genre is your favorite movie? It’s a romcom/drama. My other favorite is a drama.

Are you texting anybody right now? Nope. I’m all alone today, which is the way I want to be for this weekend.

Who was the last person you were in a car with? My parents.

Do you like the picture on your license/I.D. card? I really do, hahaha. I don’t know why the people at the LTO gave me a pass, but I had been allowed to smile with my teeth. That helped make my license photo turn out super well and I no longer feel embarrassed whenever I have to take it out and present it somewhere.

What’s your favorite thing to snack on while watching a movie? Potato Corner fries. Can’t be any other type of fries.

When was the last time somebody hit on you? July or August when this random guy slid into my PMs. I had never had so much fun blocking somebody so fast.

Was the last person you met a male or female? The last new person I met was male.

Which one of your friends do you feel most comfortable around? Angela or Andi.

Do you own a map of the world? I mean, I guess. I have a collection of the World Almanac for Kids books, and it had always included a world map in its Countries chapter every year.

What’s your favorite Thanksgiving food? We don’t celebrate Thanksgiving.

Is the light on in the room you’re in? No, doesn’t have to be as it’s bright out and I can see the sun from my window.

Who did you last spoon with? Gabie.

Are you currently watching TV? No.

Have you ever had surgery or stitches? Never. Hope I’ll never be needing one.

Do you own any clothing that has animal print? I have a tank top with cheetah print that I sometimes wear at home.

Does your family eat dinner together? Yes, every evening. We don’t eat together when my dad is working abroad, but since he has stayed home for all of 2020 because of Covid, we’ve gotten to eat together as a family all year.

Where do you work? Somewhere in Metro Manila; I’m not giving the city away.

Are you in high school? I got out of there nearly five years ago.

Do you have a TV in your room? I used to, but not anymore.

Are any of your electronics charging right now? My phone and laptop both are.

What was the last video game you played? Mario Kart 8.

Are you hungry?: I can def go for a snack, or maybe even a full meal. It’s taking everything in me not to order Popeye’s or Army Navy from Grab rn.

What color is the chair you’re sitting on?: I’m sitting up in bed; my sheets are blue with gold/yellow prints.

What did you buy last time you went to the store?: I got bottled coffee when I went to 7-Eleven a week ago.

Do you like salsa that has fruit in it?: ...Don’t all types of salsa have fruit in them though? It would be brand-new knowledge to me if I was told not all salsas have fruit.

Have you ever opened up your computer to clean the fan on the inside?: No. I’d rather have professionals do that.

Can you count in binary?: No, and I never even understood how it works.

Do you think stained glass windows are pretty?: No. Mostly because it reminds me of cathedrals.

Are you a chocoholic?: Nah. I like chocolate, but I can live without it.

Are you scared of snakes?: I mean if they were venomous or obviously wanted to eat me whole, of course. But I’ve also already held a couple of snakes before.

Have you had your wisdom teeth removed?: No.

Do you like hard or soft pretzels better?: Soft all the way. I find the hard ones too salty.

What was the last magazine or catalog you looked through?: I don’t even remember. Maybe Tatler? My grandma has loads of those at her house.

When was the last time you wore a raincoat?: I don’t think I have ever worn a raincoat.

Have you ever been carded when buying something?: Idk what that is but nothing out of the ordinary has ever happened to me whenever I’ve made a purchase, so I’m gonna go ahead and say no.

Do you eat meat?: Yep.

Corn and mashed potatoes, or beans and rice?: Both pairings aren’t really a part of our cuisine, so neither sound appealing to be honest. As someone who thrives on rice, I hate the idea of eating beans with it; so I would go with corn and mashed potatoes even though I’m having a hard time imagining how it would work.

Can you sleep with the light on?: I probably can, but it would take me a lot longer to fall asleep.

What’s your operating system of choice?: Mac/iOS.

Have you ever broken a bone?: Never.

Do you have a favorite highlighter color?: I don’t have a favorite color to use, but I prefer pastel shades in general over neon.

Do you have a flashlight?: My phone has a built-in flashlight, but we also keep a couple of emergency flashlights at home in case of blackouts.

Do you like watermelon?: I like some watermelon-flavored stuff like candies, but I’m not fond of the fruit.

…Honeydew?: Hahahahahaha. BoJack Horseman, anyone? Anyway, I’ve never had honeydew and probably wouldn’t like it considering my established opinion on fruits.

Can you shoot a gun?: I’ve never tried, so I’ll say no. I’ve always been meaning to go to a shooting range though; I feel like it’ll be such a cool experience.

Do you like salad?: Not for the most part. The only kind I enjoy is spicy tuna salad, which only has lettuce in it alongside tuna sashimi and spicy mayonnaise.

When was the last time you smashed your finger?: I don’t know if I ever have? This doesn’t ring a bell to me.

What color is your computer?: Silver/gray.

Have you ever made ice cream in chemistry class?: No, my chemistry classes in high school and college were never that fun.

Has anyone ever walked in on you while you were on the toilet?: Sure.

What color hair do you have?: Black.

Do you use the microwave often?: I wouldn’t say so; just a couple of times a month.

Are you good at spelling?: Sure, I’d claim that. Thank the movie Akeelah and the Bee; that movie made me super passionate about spelling and dictionaries for a time. I can still feel its effects today because I’m still very much particular about spelling more so than any other kind of writing/language mechanic.

Have you ever petted a donkey?: I’ve never even seen one before :o but I’d love to have the chance to pet one, heh. It would make me so happy.

When was the last time you went to the doctor’s for a physical?: 2016.

Do you like a lot of ice in your drinks?: Sure.

Have you ever painted a room? Never have, but would like to give it a try.

#survey #surveys #multiple ones again so feel free to chop up #might make this a thing just because #we'll see!#but i most likely will

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