#i think i gave her some pretty chubby legs

[byfulcrums]

jean-luc godard for the win!

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[cashmoneyyysstuff]

chocolate confession ♡

fem reader, part 2 for the ring pop proposal miniseries since yall were asking for it ! fem reader, soft n worried katsu, white day chocolates, katsu n reader r in highschool (ignore the no dorms blehh :P) in this one, this also reeks of my ocxcanon ship msorry yall lolololol, i dont think there are any warnings, but lemme know if i missed sum else !

the first person who realizes katsuki is trying to confess to you is his mom because he hasn't left the kitchen since he'd banished everyone from coming in as soon as the sun peeked through the curtains.

the older woman had no idea what the sounds of pots and pans clanging, mixed with not-so-quiet cursing meant, at first. but she figured it out quickly, call it mother's intuition, or the fact that she checked her calendar and realized tomorrow was white day.

mitsuki knew her son was going to confess to you when he came back from school with a cutely wrapped box of chocolates. her katsuki was still rowdy—if not rowdier and even less approachable than he was as a chubby cheeked little boy, so she guessed by the blush and barely suppressed smile on his face that—

"ouuu, got yourself some chocolates ? aren't you a heartthrob.." she teased "who'd you get those from ?"

katsuki scoffed at his mothers teasing. he rolled his eyes, but they wouldn't—or rather couldn't stray far away from the wrapped sweet treats. he runs his thumb over the ribbon tied in front.

"..yn gave 'em to me." he huffs proudly.

as she guessed, they came from you. of course.

katsuki is still—if not even more protective over everything that involves you, practically growling at his mom's not so sneaky attempts at trying to sneak a chocolate when he had opened the box "yn made 'em for me, so no touchin'." he snarled, stomping over to his room and ignoring his mom's knowing smirk when he made his way up the stairs.

this memory brings her back to now when she suddenly hears..nothing. absolute silence in contrast to all the ruckus from only a few seconds ago. and then the door creaks open just a bit and mitsuki sees her son's head peek out from the corner. she looks up from her magazine to raise a brow in question and the blond boy glares, jolting his head to the side in a silent plea for her to come over.

she saunters to the door, knowing smirk growing wider the more her son's grumpy face comes into view. she gets a peek of her kitchen through the small crack her son allowed her to see. she had to admit, though rowdy, katsuki was anything but messy. even though the dishes piled up, she knew he'd clean them up soon enough. she looks down at him and he avoids eye contact.

"can i come into my kitchen now ?" she smirks. katsuki scoffs at his feet. he grumbles something unintelligible before side stepping and telling her to 'just come in already.'

the woman is greeted with a batch of freshly made chocolates, which she assumes are one's you like if she knew how enamoured her katsuki was with you.

"ouu, who are these for, hm ?" she teased, but if she knew her son well enough she knew that these—

"sh-shut up !" katsuki snapped, cheeks turning red and eyes drifting around the room "you know who.." he challenges. mitsuki smirks wider, crossing her arms.

as she guessed, they're for you.

"okay.." she humors him, shifting her weight to her other leg " and what do you need me to do here ?"

katsuki inhales shortly to himself. he picks up one of the chocolates, not from your tray because those were for you and no one else, but from another tray she hadn't noticed of sloppier batches.

"try this." is all he says. handing her a little piece of deformed chocolate and she plops it into her mouth. she takes the time to let the sweet treat melt on her tongue before letting out a pleased hum. katsuki straightens up and his eyes shine and brighten the slightest bit.

"mhm, these are good." she acknowledged "but why don't i get one of the pretty ones ?" she teases. her katsuki all but scoffs in her face, simply stating that "these are for yn, not you."

and mitsuki realizes. he must've been working for hours trying to make these chocolates perfect for you, she guessed. her heart warms and her eyes soften at her son's adoration for you.

"but the one you gave me is good too, why can't you just give her one of those ?" at that, katsuki shoots her an incredulous look, like she had just told him something utterly unimaginable.

"i can't go around givin' her shitty chocolates ! 'specially not if i.." he trails off suddenly, grumbling with balled fists. he wipes at his cheek to try and wipe off his embarrassment. mitsuki feels her smile practically reach her ears. she's too good at this.

"if you what ?" she sings, leaning towards her son. he grumbles.

"if i—stop looking at me like that ! s'creepy so knock it off !" the blond snapped, face and ears a bright shade of pink and mitsuki can't help but bark out a loud laugh at her son's flustered state, her laugh drowns out the low growl he makes. she decides to spare him after a good giggle.

"okay, okay. i get it." she reassures. because she does, of course she does. but she sees something is wrong with the way her son seems satisfied for only a second before he's chewing at his lower lip and the way he wipes his hands against his pants. she knows her katsuki is extremely hard to handle. he could be quite the brat, but also extremely stubborn (she thinks she might know where he got that from.) so asking him simply what was wrong was out of the question. so she decides to coax him into it.

"you gonna give them to her tomorrow ?" he nods, hiding his eyes with his bangs.

"they're good. so i'm gonna give 'em to her tomorrow." her son nods at his mumbled pep talk, but the tension between his brows doesn't let up and after a moment, he sighs grumpily.

"what if i, like, fuck it up..?" mitsuki's eyes soften at her son's insecurities showing despite himself.

"how would you do that ? all you gotta do is hand them over." she asks softly. katsuki huffs.

"it's not that simple," he retorts "what if i make it weird ? what if i make things between us weird an' she doesn't wanna be with me anymore..." the sad tone of voice and the angry little puppy dog eyes make mitsuki melt, despite growing up a lot. despite being quippy and rowdy and a major brat, her katsuki will always be her little boy tugging at the bag of sweet ring pops he'd begged her to buy at the grocery store. her little boy who smiled a bright determined smile as the bag crinkled in his hand following his proud stomps to the car back home, ready for tomorrow.

a surprised throaty noise escapes katsuki when his mom places a hand in his hair, running her fingers through it. he makes a displeased noise, again, but doesn't try to stop her. mitsuki does realize her son is trying to confess to you with these chocolates, but she's a woman too and she knows you, she's known you since you were small and she knows how much you care about her son. she knows from the way katsuki kept the chocolates to himself, the barely supressed giddiness in all of his actions and the way he took his time enjoying every bite she knows and realizes that these chocolates were most definitely just for him.

and she guessed maybe you were trying to tell him something too.

she knew her katsuki had absolutely nothing to worry about, because you carried you empty ring pop container around with you in your bag and proudly explained it was 'your husband katsu' that gave it to you with a giggle. because you'd kiss his cheek without worrying about the ooh's and the kissy noises, only her son's cherry red cheeks but proud smile. because you'd giggle and laugh when he still called you his wife well into elementary school, and because you still smile so wide at the mention of his little ring pop proposal. and so, she smiled. startling katsuki by rubbing his hair fast like an almost noogie. he growls at the sudden shift, gripping his mother's arm and pulling away with a scowl, rubbing and trying to fix his hair. "the hell are you doin', hag ?!" her son seethed, and all she can do is smile.

"you got nothin' to worry about, katsuki." she says sincerely, the boy's arms drop and altough his barely there pout remains he tries to act tough, raising a brow at her "how do you know that ?"

"call it mother's intuition." her smile widens at his scoff and rolled eyes, he's better at it now and she laughs. " why do you wanna give these to her ?" she urges. he thinks for a moment, before his cheeks burn red again but his eyes go soft and warm and so much more enamoured with you than he was all those years ago in the car.

"cus..i like her.." he confesses "an' i don't want anybody else to do it before me." he finishes bitterly.

he's always been protective of you. any other boy you were paired up with or sat next to when the class seating order changed was considered public enemy number one for a while. of course, you had him on a leash, always being able to soothe him by saying that he was your number one best friend. and that was more than enough for him to throw smart glares and snarky smirks, grabbing your hand and dragging you off somewhere to show you something cool. something he knew you'd find cool because he prided himself in knowing exactly what you liked more than the other boys. your favorite ice cream, flowers, and chocolate flavor.

and mitsuki smiles. "right, you like her. so you can't let that scare you off, can you ?" mitsuki feels her heart soaring with pride, albeit with a little amusement when her son scoffs in response "course not. i ain't scared of shit." he states, she decides to ignore the irony of his statement for now.

"of course," she nods "and just between us, i think she likes you, too. i dunno how she does but.." katsuki's eyes widen like she'd just told him something ridiculous, completely ignoring her jab at him. she has to hold back a harsh laugh at how oblivious her son could be.

"that's just my guess though !" she shrugs nonchalantly "but there's only one way to find out if i'm right.."

after a beat, katsuki nods to himself with a grunt, grabbing the tray of chocolates and putting it in the fridge, ready for tomorrow, and wordlessly rolling up his sleeves and starting the dishes, as mitsuki guessed, and she smiles. she pets her son's head again briefly, ignoring his dissaproving grumbles, before giving him a pat on the back and wishing him good luck.

the next day, katsuki walks over to her, sat on the couch, immediately after coming back from school, with a proud smirk and gleaming red cheeks. and mitsuki knew she had nothing to worry about as she grins back.

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[merakidoll]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰

soundgasm! voice actor nanami had to find inspiration for his script somehow. and you just so happened to be the perfect princess- his neighbor.

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🎀 ꒱ — warnings : black chubby reader! bimbo reader ( not really mentioned but it’s me sooo duh) infidelity?!! masterbastion ( m & f ). creaming, squirting, nanami has a curveeeeee, voice actor nanami! cum eating, i think nanami’s calls reader princess once! reader x another jjk man ?!? >_< pwp!! 17+ please respect that :)

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🎀 ꒱ — mirahnote! : i got carried away! it took me thirty minutes to write this, that’s how HEAVY it was on my mind. kisses to my bestie and jazz for reading over this for me <33

“cold” nanami began. “the cold wind blew against the trees. pretty leaves falling yet the man could only focus on the one important attribute.” moving his eyes from the beautiful autumn ground they met yours. your window was open, the cashmere robe hanging off of your shoulders making him eager to see more. “the women was beautiful. one of a kind” he took a deep exhale as you slowly slid the fabric from your naked skin. “her skin looking so soft through the window, so smooth and yummy that my mouth watered- no! the man’s mouth watered, needing to taste it” he groaned at his mistake, but never once lost eye contact with you.

you smirked falling back onto your bed, your legs cascading in the air. a beautiful wet, slimy pussy coming into his view. he could see your hand slide up your legs teasing him. ��it took nothing for her pussy to become wet with need. juices dripping from one hole to the next teasing the man in the window.” bringing your hand to yourself, nanami only could imagine the nasty moan that feel from you. “what a needy girl the man thought. he watched how her perfect hands, that had the perfect nails rubbed over her clit. one circle- then another, then her legs began to quiver.” bitting down onto his lips, nanami finally began to give himself the pleasure he had been craving.

slowly undoing his slacks he watched the puddle you began to make on your bed. his curved cock popped out hitting his stomach. he was red in need, pre cum all over himself. gripping his thick dick, he squeezed himself more of him oozing out creating a mess onto the khakis that would be a bitch to clean up. “s-she knew the mind games.” he paused, his hands pumping his length “she knew what he really wanted to see.” you spread your legs wider, using your fingers to spread yourself open. “and she finally-mmm. f-finally gave it to him”as you pushed one finger inside of you. one- but nanami and you both knew that wasn’t nearly enough.

he wished he could see your faces. how you shut your eyes and scrunched your face, but god the view of your fat cunt getting stuffed was making up for it. “there you go — t-the man said. he watched as the second finger b-broke through her walls. fuck princess!” nanami’s balls were so heavy, his cock bobbing in his hands, he was so close - so, so close. “the puddle beneath her g-grew. the man in the window’s cock so painfully hard that h-his vision blurred with each pump to himself.” as you quickened your pace, he matched. you fucked yourself so hard that juices began to squirt out of you.

so nanami squeezed down onto himself, strokes becoming faster and sloppy, “s-so close” he mumbled into the microphone. “soo- mmmfuck there y-you go princess” right as your began to cream all around your fingers. his cum shot out of him. ropes upon ropes falling onto his desk- his microphone. he chanted how much he loved you. how when he had the chance he would fuck your cunt full. his eyes closed, finally losing contact with you and just imagining the blissful dream. taking deep ragged breaths, he opened his eyes. the sight before him pulling at his heart, but shit did it make him hard.

toji stood above you - but looked directly at nanami. with his shit grin he scooped some of your cream off of your sensitive cunt stuffing those fingers in his mouth. “fuck!” nanami spoke into the still cum covered mic. “the man in the window forgot all about her husband.”

[frenchkisstheabyss]

♡A Sky Full of Stars♡

♡ Pairing: idol!dad!hongjoong x fem!mom!reader

♡ Genre: the fluffiest of fluff

♡ Summary: Just some sweet moments you share with Hongjoong when you and your daughter surprise him after their Coachella set.

♡ Word Count: 1.4k

♡ Warnings: If there's any warning it's that your kid has a name. I know some people don't like that. She's named after an artist Joong likes who I think has a pretty name so that's all babes.

♡ A/N: I set out to make this super fluffy summer road/beach trip fic with Joong but I sat down to write and this is what came out instead so I present to you some post-concert fluff and I hope it gives you all the sweet feelings it gave me writing it.

This can’t be real.

It’s all Hongjoong keeps repeating in his head as he steps off of the Sahara stage at Coachella. His ears are ringing, his heart’s beating out of his chest, his throat’s on fire, and he’d walk right back on that stage to keep going if he could.

It seems like only yesterday his group was fighting to debut; now they’re here, performing on a stage some artists can only dream of stepping foot on. The joy on his member’s faces. The sound of their fans screaming for them. It’s a special kind of magic he wishes he could bottle up and keep somewhere safe to treasure forever.

“Captain!” Wooyoung cheers, throwing an arm around him, “We did good?” Hongjoong looks around to see his members staring at him, his approval all that matters in the sea of praise thrown at them by staff. Hongjoong nods, wiping his face with a towel, “We did good!” Smiles perk up their exhausted faces as they drag themselves down the steps leading to the backstage area.

Stepping onto the grass, Hongjoong stares up at the infinity pool of stars that is the California sky. Just when he feels himself begin to float away, a faint tugging at his pants keeps his feet on the ground. It’s so faint that he almost questions if he felt it at all until Yeosang lays a hand on his shoulder letting him know, “You have company.” 

Hongjoong’s eyes dance their way down his leg to find a smaller nearly identical set of eyes staring up at him. All he’d done not to cry is for nothing when he sees the chubby glitter speckled cheeks of his little 2 year old smiling at the sight of him. “Olivia…” he gasps, scooping her into his arms, “What are you doing here?”

The other members gather around like moths to a flame. Of any fan they’ve ever had their niece will always be their favorite. Mingi squats down to eye level with her, pinching her cheek, “Hi, Oli. Uncle’s here.” “Oh look at these” San coos, playing with the two ponytails sat atop her tiny head, “So cute.”

Hongjoong holds her close to his heart, shaking the tears from his eyes. “Daddy cry?” she asks, touching his cheek. Hongjoong smiles, choosing to dodge the question rather than lie, “Um, where’s your mo—” “Here!” you say, hugging him from behind. You had every intention of announcing yourself to begin with but the happiness on his face seeing Oli was too adorable to interrupt.

That same happiness plays on repeat when he feels your arms around his waist. You weren’t supposed to be here. Your flight had been delayed twice and the baby was beginning to get fussy. Hongjoong had insisted you just stay home and watch the livestream. Just knowing you were watching would be enough for him but that’d never be enough for you. If you had to grow wings to fly yourself here you’d have done it to be by his side.

Not satisfied with simply knowing you’re there, Hongjoong reaches his free arm back to pull you around to his side. Time slows when he looks at you this way—like you’re one of the most precious things on this Earth. You’re one of two really, the other’s bouncing in his other arm with her fingers scrunched around his collar.

“Hey you” you beam, wiping a few rogue tears from his face. Hongjoong kisses you, soft lips pressed to yours in what has to be the sweetest, saltiest kiss you’ve ever shared. You don’t care how sweaty he is, only that you’re together. “Hey you” he smiles, his eyes narrowing slightly, “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” You shrug, playing it cute so he doesn’t kill you, “I wanted it to be a surprise.” Give him a heads up so he has ample time to play it tough? Never.

“Ahem,” Seonghwa interrupts, “Does that mean you were watching and saw…everything?” The guys look at each other, suddenly mortified at their onstage antics. “Oh, for sure. We saw everything. She’s gonna be an alcoholic now” you tease just to watch their heart’s sink. Hongjoong shakes his head at them, “Shame on you. For the record, my cup was water.” 

Jongho throws Hongjoong some vicious side eye, “Water, right. Oli, your daddy’s a liar.” “Daddy liar” Oli repeats with a giggle. You dip your head down to hide your own laughter as the guys hit an equally amused Jongho with their towels. Seonghwa casually swipes the baby away from Hongjoong to teach her how to throw a few hits. Hongjoong chases them down as if he’ll never see her again, “Be careful!”

“Joong, she’s fine!” you shout after him, “As long as Hwa has her…oh, no…Mingi unhand my child!” 

“Goodnight stars and goodnight air” Hongjoong reads, flipping the final page of a children’s book, “Goodnight noises everywhere.” He closes the book and Oli cheers, flipping it over for him to read again. Propped up in his lap as he longues in a barely comfortable hotel chair, it’s clear her miniature lids are growing heavy.

“Honey, it’s late. No more Goodnight Moon. Bedtime, okay?” His voice is stern, he means business, but so does she. Oli flips the book open, her hand rubbing the first page. Her bottom lip pokes out and he knows he can’t say no to her. “Fine but one more time and then bed.”

You emerge from the shower in time to hear the story start back up again. “In the great green room…” Hongjoong starts in his bedtime story voice. You move quietly around the room, listening to the story for what’s the 1000th time for you too. As you do, you steal glimpses of them holding hands, turning the pages of the book together. Hongjoong pauses to let Oli read or poke around the pages marveling at the illustrations.

“Is bunny?” she asks, pointing to a figure sitting in a rocking chair. “That is a bunny” he cheers softly, poking his two front teeth out to mimic a rabbit. Oli copies him—it’s sorta her thing these days—making you laugh so hard you snort. “Are you laughing at me?” Hongjoong jokes, his mouth still in perfect bunny formation. It only makes you laugh harder. Your two little bunnies, twins in every way they can be. Especially in their silliness.

You approach the them, planting a kiss on both of their foreheads, “You guys are adorable.” Hongjoong leans his head back, allowing it to rest in the palm of your hand. “You are too. So adorable” he yawns, his eyes heavy with exhaustion. A blink and you miss it moment of silence passes before he speaks again.

“Did I do okay, today?” he asks, his tone more serious now, “I don’t want to…I can’t let everyone down.” “God, no. You were amazing. Look at me” you demand, cradling the sides of his face to keep his anxious gaze from drifting. “You. Were. Amazing” you repeat, “Your fans are so proud of you and your members they love you. And that little bunny down there, she loves you.”

Hongjoong looks at Oli who’s fallen fast asleep against his chest, her hand still in his. “We both love you and you fucking killed it. If anyone says any different I’ll kick their ass” you promise and you mean it. “What’d I ever do to deserve you two?” he asks, kissing your inner wrists. You lean in close to him, your lips hovering just above his, “Exist. That’s all you ever have to do, you know?”

Your lips part to meet his and he welcomes them, sipping down feelings there are no words for and pouring the same into you. “I love you” he whispers and you smile. “I love you too.” Easing the book from between them with mom-like precision, you throw a pillow on the floor and take a seat by Hongjoong’s feet. You open the book and begin to read, not to Oli but to him.

Finally relaxing into the chair, he strokes your hair and listens to the sweet sound of your voice. He balances Oli on his lap, his delicate little gem who treats him like the sun rises and sets in his eyes. He’d long ago sworn that he didn’t think he’d ever have everything. What a frighteningly beautiful realization it is that he finally does.

[dreamwritesimagines]

Garden of Secrets - Epilogue

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful feedback and support throughout the story my darlings! I hope you enjoy the epilogue as well, ILYSM! ❤️

Warnings: Regency era society and social rules, some gender specific language and terms, mentions of sex.

Thank you to @theskytraveler for helping me with the story and the chapter!

Series Masterlist

3 YEARS LATER

“And this flower right here is called a mock orange, any idea why?”

The cheerful babbling was the only answer you got and you felt yourself smiling wide, turning to look at her better. Camellia was the cutest baby you’d ever seen and you were pretty sure it wasn’t just because she was the most perfect combination of you and Benedict. The only person in your life that remembered you as a baby was Josie, and she swore up and down that she looked more like you than Benedict but you weren’t so sure.

“Very good!” you said. “Because it looks like an orange flower!”

Camellia clapped her hands excitedly, as if congratulating herself for guessing right, kicking her legs back and forth in her high chair, accidentally dropping one of the many pencils on the table in front of her but she didn’t even notice.

“And what about this one?”

“Fwo?”

“Flower, yes,” you said, nodding fervently and she gave you a huge grin. You went to pick her up from the chair and approached the table in the middle of the huge greenhouse.

 “This is your flower my sweet, see? Middlemist Red Camellia.”

She gasped when she heard her name. “Me!”

“Mm hm, the most beautiful and precious flower in the entire world!” you said, tickling her stomach while kissing her cheeks, making her happy giggles echo in the greenhouse. You fixed her hair, still smiling bright and took a look at the paper she was drawing on before, full of different colored squiggly lines.

“Perhaps your papa is right, you are to be a big artist,” you said as you walked to the glass door. “A painter like him hm?”

“Papa!”

“And your aunt Lottie says you will be a writer and your uncle Teddy says you’ll be a sculptor…” you said as you stepped out of the greenhouse into the huge garden, the sunlight falling upon you. You grabbed the little hat by the door and placed it upon Camellia’s head while she held onto you, playing with your necklace.

“So many ideas!” you told her as you passed by the winter garden, enjoying the chirping of the birds. A couple of butterflies flew by you, no doubt because you were very close to the butterfly garden and Camellia held her breath, pointing at the blue butterfly.

“Mama!”

“I can see that my love,” you said, pressing a kiss on her small chubby hand, and walked past the orangery. “They’re very beautiful, are they not?”

She nodded fervently, making grabby hand motions as if trying to call the butterflies to her.

“Anyway, as I was saying,” you said, still walking through the main garden. “They all think like that but do you want to know what I think?”

She nodded her head again, still listening to you very intently.

“I think you might just become the biggest botanist in the world,” you whispered. “I mean it only makes sense, no? You already know so many flowers!”

Camellia pointed at the pear tree and turned to you. “Mine? Mine?”

“Let’s get you one then,” you said with a small laugh, reaching up to grab and pick the pear off the branch. You dusted it off, then gave it to Camellia who made a happy cooing sound, trying to dig into it. You raised your head to look up at the house, a warmth spreading through you as your gaze fell upon the window of Benedict’s studio, then you turned to Camellia.

“Let’s go see papa, hm?” you asked her, then made your way to the house to enter the foyer. You hummed a song and climbed up the stairs, then put Camellia down when you entered the hallway leading to Benedict’s studio.

“Go ahead.”

“Papa?” Camellia called out, running as fast as her tiny legs allowed her, reminding you of a duck. She was still holding the pear tight in her fist, and you walked right behind her to make sure you would be able to catch her if she fell. “Papa!”

You let out a laugh as you heard Benedict’s footsteps and he stepped out of the studio, his jaw dropping as he saw her and he immediately leaned down to catch her before she could smash herself against his legs.

“Oh here’s my sweet!” he said as he hoisted her up into his arms, smothering her in kisses, making her giggle happily before he turned to you, that fond look crossing his eyes, a soft smile curling his lips.

“Hello my love.”

You smiled, and stood on your tiptoes to kiss him. “Hello to you too,” you said, letting out a small laugh as he stole another kiss from you. “I figured you needed a break or so.”

“And you were right,” he said, winking at you before turning to Camellia. “How is she always right, do you know?”

Camellia offered him the pear she was holding and Benedict gasped.

“For me?”

“More like it was for her but she’s willing to share,” you said and Benedict grinned.

“Come on,” he nodded in the direction of the studio and walked inside with Camellia in his arms, and you followed them.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing,” you sang in a teasing manner, pulling the hat off Camellia’s head and Benedict shot you a mischievous look.

“Mm, what am I doing?”

“You think you can turn her into an artist if she spends enough time here.”

“I can’t help if she’s naturally talented,” Benedict defended himself. “I mean have you seen her work?”

“The…the squiggly lines?”

“The squiggly lines!” Benedict nodded, rocking Camellia. “She’s a genius artist even as a one-year-old.”

“I still support my botanist theory.”

“Maybe she’ll be both?”

“As you can see my sweet, no high expectations whatsoever,” you told Camellia who was listening to both of you as if she could understand everything you were saying.

“You can be anything you want to be,” Benedict told her as she rested her head on his shoulder, yawning. “Including an artist. Just saying.”

You walked closer to the canvas to see that the background was almost done, and tilted your head.

“What’s this going to be?”

Benedict shot you a grin and pressed his lips on top of Camellia’s hair. You checked the clock on the wall, then rang the bell.

“That one is going to be her,” Benedict said, softly rocking her and you smiled.

“Aw,” you said gently, and walked to caress her soft cheek with your finger. “Did you hear that my sweet? Your own portrait?”

Camellia sucked on her thumb, her eyes closing slowly.

“Is she sleeping?” Benedict whispered and you nodded.

“She is,” you murmured, rubbing her back and turned your head when someone knocked on the door.

“Ma’am,” Paula said. “Mr. Bridgerton. Would you like me to take her for her nap?”

“That would be good Paula, thank you.”

She smiled and took Camellia from Benedict, careful not to wake her.

“I’ll be right there,” you told her and pressed a kiss on Camellia’s head before Paula walked out of the room with her. You turned to Benedict and he entwined his fingers with yours, pulling you into his arms.

“Hey,” you said as he buried his nose into your hair. “Is everything alright?”

“Mm hm, now that you’re here.”

You smiled softly and squeezed his arm. “Are you still tense about the gala?”

He heaved a sigh and you pulled back a little to look up at him.

“Ben, that painting got auctioned and sold in two minutes because everyone was outbidding each other,” you reminded him. “People are talking about you the same way you used to talk about Gordon, everyone agrees that you’re a genius artist, the whole ton—”

“Yeah but it’s different,” he mumbled. “Tonight, it’s only friends and family.”

“Shouldn’t that be comforting?”

“Technically yes but…” he trailed off and shook his head slightly. “Never mind.”

You cupped his cheek, raising your brows. “Tell me.”

“It’s easier when it’s just strangers,” he said with a small chuckle. “Museum owners and Academy directors and such. It’s different when it’s family and friends, and I’d hate it if they thought all those other people exaggerated—”

“Everyone in the Academy and countless artists and museum owners who were on the verge of a fight to get your painting, they all exaggerated?” you asked with a small smile. “All of those people at the same time?”

Benedict thought for a moment. “When you say it like that…”

You let out a laugh and stood on your tiptoes to brush your lips against his, and he heaved a sigh when you pulled back, resting his forehead against yours, his fingers caressing the sensitive skin of your neck.

“Tonight is going to be amazing,” you assured him. “I promise you.”

He shot you a mischievous grin, then leaned down hoisted you up into his arms, making you squeal.

“Benedict!”

“There’s no harm in starting the amazing night a bit early,” he said as he carried you to the sofa and you let out a laugh.

“Scandalous behavior!” you joked and he winked at you, then leaned in to kiss you.

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Of course the night of the gala went perfectly, as you knew it would. Both your family and Benedict’s had been so excited and were very proud of him, and you could see it melted away the last insecurity that had been gnawing at him before tonight.

His speech that he dedicated the painting -and his inspiration- to you was enough to bring tears into your eyes but you managed to hide it by burying your face into his arm, earning an “aww” from the crowd. After the speech, people scattered along in the gallery to talk to each other, and if you said so yourself, everyone seemed to be having fun. Benedict was talking to Gordon, Henry, Margery and Lucy by the corner, Anthony and Lottie looked like they were in their own world while Colin kept whispering things to Penelope’s ear, making her giggle. Eloise seemed to be in a deep conversation with Simon while Daphne watched them with a small smile, and you smiled at Lady Bridgerton and Lady Danbury as Teddy wheezed past you.

“Teddy don’t run!” you called out and he stopped for a moment.

“But I’m being very careful!” he assured you and returned to chasing Hyacinth and Gregory. Your aunt held up her hands, gesturing surrender as she gave him a fond look and your uncle chuckled.

“If he changes his mind about being a sculptor…”

“He can become a professional runner,” you joked and turned to Josie and Bess.

“So yes, we’re going to Paris before the season,” you told them. “Around like a month before, if I’m not mistaken.”

“Andrew will give you a list of things to bring from there, just so you know,” Bess said said and you let out a laugh.

“I’m alright with that. Wait, where is he anyway?”

Josie cleared her throat. “I think he and Felix are in the orangery—”

“The moon garden, my love,” Bess corrected her and you raised your brows, stifling a laugh.

“Of course they are,” you muttered and heard someone calling your name. You turned your head to see who it was, then made your way to Lottie and Anthony.

“Hello you two.”

“Y/N,” she said with a huge smile, still holding Anthony’s hand. “We already said goodnight to Benedict, we didn’t want to leave before saying goodnight to you.”

You tilted your head. “You’re leaving already?” you asked. “Is everything alright? Is Edmund—”

“Oh Edmund is fine!” she assured you quickly and Anthony nodded.

“He’s probably asleep already.”

“It’s just—I tire very easily nowadays,” Lottie said, making you pull your brows together. Anthony and Lottie exchanged smiles and Lottie bounced on the balls of her feet in an excited manner, making your frown deepen for a moment before the thought dawned on you and your jaw dropped.

“Are you serious?!” you whispered and Lottie giggled, nodding fervently.

“You’re the first to know,” she whispered and you let out a laugh, then pulled her into a hug.

“Congratulations!”

“Thank you!”

“To both of you obviously—” you said with a laugh, then hugged Anthony as well, making him chuckle as he hugged you back.

“We haven’t told Benedict yet,” he told you as you pulled back. “You know with the gala and everything.”

“Oh he will be very happy for you!” you said and Lottie bit on her lip.

“I wish to be the one to tell him if that’s alright.”

“Absolutely!” you said, waving your hands. “Go on then, go home and rest. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“You’d better,” Lottie joked and squeezed your hand, then they both walked out of the gallery. You looked around, then took a step towards Eloise but someone touched the small of your back, making you look up.

“Well if it isn’t the genius artist,” you teased Benedict and he shot you a happy grin.

“Come with me?”

“As long as we’re not going to the moon garden because if I walk in on them again…” you muttered and he tilted his head.

“Hm?”

“Nothing,” you said and let him pull you out of the gallery. You both passed through the foyer and he led you outside, still holding your hand.

“Ben, where are we going?” you asked with a laugh and he stopped by the main garden, moonlight falling upon you both, showering the gardens in silver. Even though it was the thousandth time you were seeing this gorgeous view, it still managed to take your breath away.

Speaking of things that managed to take your breath away…

You looked up at Benedict, his handsome face under the moonlight, your heart skipping a beat before you giggled.

“Are we sneaking out of your own gala then?”

Benedict shot you a mischievous smile, then shook his head.

“No I merely…I wanted a moment with you,” he said. “Just you.”

You bit down on your lip as he pulled you closer, his fingers stroking over your hair. Your eyes fluttered close when he brushed his lips against yours and you smiled into the kiss, grazing your nails over the nape of his neck, making him heave a sigh.

“Congratulations Mr. Bridgerton,” you whispered. “Your gala seems to be a success.”

He smiled softly, pressing his lips on your temple. “Seems to be, Mrs. Bridgerton.”

You hummed. “Is it too early to say I told you so?”

He chuckled. “I don’t think so.”

“Well then, I told you so,” you said, sticking your nose up in the air. “And you should listen to me all the time because to be honest, so far I’ve—”

“I love you,” he said, and your eyes snapped up to his, a smile warming your face. You let out a giggle and pulled him down so that you could kiss him.

“I love you too,” you whispered and entwined your fingers with his, then took a step towards the house.

“Come on,” you said. “It is your gala my love. Let’s go and enjoy it.”

The End.

[fitgirlfemdom]

This fictional story is a continuation of this story which is a continuation of THIS story.

This fictional story is 18+ and contains: public humiliation?, femdom, weight teasing, overstim, mommy kink, gentle dom, and a happy ending <3

"Logan, we got your favorite."

He glanced up from the couch, surrounded by his nest of empty red Solo cups, soda bottles, empty bags of chips, and empty plates. He had his laptop in front of him, with the newest MMORPG he'd been grinding on for two weeks now. Logan heaved himself up, pulling his glasses from his face and running his fingers through his fluffy locks of hair. He felt half-asleep.

"We also brought your favorite," Cole said from the kitchen.

Logan walked in, wiping at his eyes with the palms of his chubby hands. "What's that supposed to--?"

In walked Anna and Cassie, chatting about something or other. A few other girls and guys emerged, all of them being Cole's friends from work or school. The second Cassie's eyes landed on him, he felt a deep shiver run down his spine. Immediately, he felt his face grow hot. The last time he saw her was when he... accidentally came inside her. She was on the pill, but nonetheless, she was rightfully pissed.

On the kitchen table were bags of food from a local burger place. He watched as Cole pulled out his chicken sandwich with a small helping of fries. He watched as Anna brought out her little dainty salad with chicken strips. He stared dejectedly at the large bag in front of his chair.

Some of Cole's friends said hello, and some just gave him passing glances. He felt underdressed in his tank top and sweatpants.

"Cassie, you remember Logan, right? You guys met?" Cole asked, cluelessly. Logan could feel the girl's eyes on his skin. He couldn't take his eyes off the bag. The last thing he wanted to do was pull out all the food he was planning on eating. It was like some sort of humiliation ritual.

"Oh, I remember," Cassie said low. "I actually was planning on talking to you, Logan--if you had a second."

"Uh..." This couldn't be good. Was it a crime to finish inside someone if they said not to? Was she gonna press charges? Was she gonna kill him? Did he actually fuck up that bad? He couldn't help but stammer, "U-Um, yeah... Sure..."

She beckoned him down the hallway as both Anna and Cole exchanged confused glances.

His heart dropped when they went towards the bathroom, and it sunk further when she closed the door behind them.

"You're gonna make it up to me," was the first thing out of her mouth.

"In, um... In what way?" Logan stuttered, watching as she pulled out a small cylindrical device from her purse. "Is that...?"

"A bullet vibrator."

He held his hands up. "You are not putting that up my ass."

She rolled her eyes. "You're so fucking stupid." She pulled out a few hair ties as well. "I'm gonna strap this to your dick. I can control it from my phone." Without warning, she yanked down his sweatpants, revealing his free cock. He must've forgotten to put on boxers. She smirked. "The vibe might be too big, come to think of it..."

"M-My dick's not that small." He made for it to sound firm and defiant. It did not.

She knelt down and fastened the small, purple device to his cock, jacking it a few times to get it semi-hard. The hair ties were tight and pretty uncomfortable. Seeing her on her knees immediately did the trick--If she'd glanced up at him, he might've leaked.

She stepped back, admiring her work, as she yanked up his sweatpants. His face was bright red. "We're gonna have a nice dinner now," Cassie cooed, her voice domineering and low. "And you're gonna try your best not to embarrass yourself."

"But--"

"I was planning on inviting you three out to dinner," she said, turning to open the bathroom door. "Y'know, so I could see your face when you cum down your leg in an Applebee's, or something."

"Oh, but--"

She cut him off, saying over her shoulder as they walked down the hallway, "You should thank me, though, for being so kind."

He muttered out a stagnant, "...Thank you," as they reemerged in the kitchen, with Cassie as neutral as ever and Logan so red, the other two must've noticed.

What'd happened to him? He would never let a girl ever disrespect him like this before. He used to slap girls in bed, making them call him Daddy as he spat in their mouths. He wasn't a sadist by any means, but he thought that's what guys did. He actually could remember when he made the switch.

It was the summer after high school, when he was still deciding if he was going to go to college, despite losing the scholarship. He met this cute girl at a coffee spot, and they really hit it off. It wasn't until that night, when he really thought he bagged another bitch, that she saw his dick, and audibly laughed. She told him to put it away and drive her home, laughing the whole way.

He realized he was a muscular, handsome, over 6-foot, charismatic guy who looked like he should be on the cover of a magazine, but it felt like it didn't matter. Once he finally let himself go completely, he just kept telling himself that even if he lost all the weight, took care of himself, and got himself back on his feet, self-respecting girls would just laugh at him, and he couldn't take that. Internet girls wouldn't. Internet girls didn't care if he lived or died.

He pulled out the two double-cheeseburgers and large serving of fries from his bag, as well as the chicken tenders and vanilla milkshake. Suddenly, he felt sick, and uncomfortable, and unconfident. As he went to take the first bite of his burger, that feeling changed.

Suddenly, he felt very, very turned-on, and it must've been from the vibe on his crotch.

As Cole talked about his stocks and investments to the others at the table, Logan couldn't help but choke back a moan. The vibe was right up against the most sensitive part of his body, right up against his cockhead, and with the base of it snug against his balls. It was distracting. He glanced over to Cassie, who was smiling at her phone. He watched her drag her thumb upward, and at that moment, the vibrator intensified.

"Fuck," Logan breathed out, taking another bite. He had to pretend it wasn't that, that it wasn't happening. If he just didn't focus on it, it'd be gone, and no one would think he was a total pervert. It'd be one thing if it was just Cole and Anna, but with all these unfamiliar faces, he felt like he couldn't breathe. He almost wished Cassie just pressed charges, or pushed him off a cliff. "Ah, fuck..."

"Something wrong, Lo?" Cole asked, plucking a fry. "Oh yeah, guys--This is Logan. He's a friend from high school. He's our roommate."

He thought he'd slipped by the awkward introductions, but there he was, smiling at the other people at the table, pretending his cock wasn't twitching against his sweatpants.

"I'm fine, just..." He shook his head, trying to laugh it off. "Just got this throbbing headache."

"Throbbing, huh?" Cassie asked, still staring at her phone. She was really messing with the settings, setting the vibrations to a dull murmur before hiking them up to the highest possible option. "You're probably just hungry."

Nobody noticed, but she definitely meant it as some sort of diss. He was the heaviest one at the table, by far, and he had the biggest order. He couldn't lie, though. Being horny did make him hungry, and he couldn't understand why.

As the conversation drifted to someone else, Logan went back to eating his burger. It was pretty good. He was a frequent customer at this place, much to his waistline's dismay. He really hoped everyone else hadn't noticed how much he was moaning while eating. At one point, when he was finishing his tenders, his eyes rolled up into the back of his head. He really hoped no one noticed that.

His cock twitched. He was uncertain if he was going to make it through this meal without shooting ropes down his chubby thighs. He must've been making a scene--A few of the girls he didn't know at the table were snickering amongst themselves.

"Are you okay, Logan?" one of them--a particularly pretty, blonde one--asked. She was smirking behind her hand. They must've known something incredibly humiliating was happening. Maybe they could hear the vibrator. Maybe it was because he was sweating like a horny pig. Maybe it was because his nipples were so prominent against his stained tank top. Maybe, maybe, maybe--He was losing his mind.

He knew Cassie would be pissed, but he didn't care. He rose to his feet and left, unannounced, to the bathroom. He had to get this stupid vibrator off, before--

He made it halfway down the hallway before he fell to his knees. He bit on his wrist to stifle a moan as he came, with the streams of cum seemingly never-ending. It must've been twenty seconds before it was over, as the vibe continued to torture him. The front of his sweatpants, and bottom of his gut, were stained and sopping wet. When he opened his eyes, he saw Cassie staring down at him.

"You lasted a lot longer than I thought you would," she said flatly. He slowly rose to his feet, using the wall as support. He felt so sensitive, so vulnerable, and the vibe just kept stimulating him, on and on. He was still leaking.

"Cassie, I... I'm sorry. I'm sorry I did that the other day," he breathed out. He couldn't look her in the eye. "I... You were just so pretty, and I..."

"You just had to blatantly overstep my boundaries?"

"No, that's not--" He watched as she raised the intensity on her phone. "Fuckin' hell--Turn it off."

"I don't like your attitude." She pushed him down the hallway, and with the vibrator so strong against his cock, he couldn't put up much of a fight.

They were back in the bathroom again.

He fell to his knees on the tiled floor as she locked the door. Every muscle in his body was contracting. His head was pounding. He started gripping at his waistband. "That's it--I... I can't--"

"You disobeyed me." She crossed her arms over his full chest.

"I... I did," he admitted, tears stinging his eyes. "I'm sorry. It just... You said you'd punish me if I did it, and it..." Her arms lowered. "I... Fuck it, I like being punished by girls like you."

She was silent, and her expression was completely neutral. "...What?" she asked at last, lowering the intensity of the vibe.

Logan covered his face. "I like getting talked down to. I like being humiliated. I like getting slapped around by pretty girls. It turns me on. And... And I just figured, y'know, whatever you'd do to me... It couldn't make my life any worse."

She was silent. He didn't know what could possibly be going through her head until she knelt down in front of him on the floor. They were level to one-another. She pulled down his sweatpants and unstrapped the vibe, throwing it off to the side.

"You're probably right about that," she sighed, finally making eye contact. "Your life is pretty shitty." Cassie looked askance. "Maybe I should go a little easier on you." She met his eyes. "Against the sink."

"What?"

"Lean against the sink, facing the mirror."

He did as he was told, standing to see his gross self in the reflection. She was so much shorter than him, and so much more petite, but he watched as she forced him down to bend over the counter, taking his cock in her hand as she jerked him off. She leaned against his back.

"You're still so hard," she cooed, stroking him softly and slowly. He bit his lip as he stared down the drain. "I want you to cum again. Can you do that for me?"

"Y-Yes..." he breathed out. This dynamic was new to him. He'd never even treated a girl like this, much less be on the receiving end.

"Just focus on me stroking you." He couldn't help but whine. "Focus on me milking you dry. Focus on my soft hands."

"O-Okay..."

"Everyone's outside, eating dinner," she whispered sweetly, "And you're in here, being a good boy for Mommy."

There was that word again. It made his stomach flip.

"Aw, sweetie..." She wiped at his lip with her other hand. "You're drooling."

"It just... It feels good, I'm sorry," he breathed out.

"That’s okay, baby… Does it feel that good?”

“Y-Yes, it does.” He could feel his small cock twitch in her grip.

“Imagine if it was my cunt wrapped around you," she whispered. His breath hitched. "Imagine rutting your little cock into something warm."

"Ah, fuck." Her hand was so tight, and his dick was already slick from the amount of times he'd leaked already.

"Do you think you could make me cum from your cock?" she mewled, gripping the base of his jaw with her free hand. She wasn't choking him, but it made him tighten up nonetheless. "Or is it too small? Am I just gonna have to use your face?"

"I could... uh..." he groaned out. It was hard to think. He couldn't keep his eyes open for too long, mainly because he hated to see his reflection. “It’s too small, I’m sorry.”

"You are good at head... Must be all the eating you do." She was stroking him faster, holding up his gut with her other hand. He was so sensitive there. "And you're so stupid... So brainless... You'd be happy to suck my clit all day. It's not like you work or anything."

"I wanna suck on your clit," he admitted pathetically, his voice barely over a dull whimper.

"Shh... I wanna feel you cum in my hand first." She was stroking faster, and his breaths were growing more rapid. "Then you can suck off Mommy, when you're nice and empty."

“I wanna suck you off…”

“Hear how pathetic and embarrassing you sound,” she breathed out. “It’s making Mommy so wet.”

He still couldn't get over how much that word turned him on. He could look introspectively into his own personal mommy issues, but that would definitely fuck up his vibe. He'd much rather feel his cock melt in her hand as he shot ropes into the sink, moaning out so loud that Cassie had to wrap her hand around his mouth.

"Shh… Good boy... Cum for Mommy," she cooed, her engorged chest right up against his back. He could feel every inch of himself shaking as he finished leaking, his breath rapid and his heart beating out of his chest. “Mm… You made such a mess.”

“Fuck… Cole’s gonna give me so much shit for this la—“ He was cut off by Cassie kissing him from the side, taking his lips against her own. It surprised Logan, but he slowly melted into her embrace, taking the sweetness of her lip gloss. It was long, and breathy, and a bit awkward because of their height difference, but he was glad she milked him dry before. It felt so deep, he probably would’ve cum again.

“I wanna do that again sometime,” she whispered, staring up at him with big brown eyes.

"I really wanna make that happen." He was panting. He couldn’t look her in the eye. “I… I wanna make you cum. I wanna do something for you.”

“How about you come home with me tonight? Make it up to me?” she cooed. Then she turned to the door. “Come on—Our food’s getting cold.”

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[spinjitsuburst]

I just saw that art u rbed to here from ur main and like while its an amazing peice of art its in own right MY EYES ZOOMED ONTO ONE ARMED LLOYD im so curious where that hc comes from if u wanna ramble abt scar and injury hcs id love to hear genuinelylike. I love scar hcs yeah

I'M SO SORRY THIS ASK TOOK SO LONG BUT OH MY GOD I LOVE TALKING ABOUT DESIGN AND SCAR HEADCANONS SO LIKE GHDFSGHKJFDG

generally i draw the ninja in a pretty vague "around or after crystalized but before DR" timeline so that's what i'm operating under with these headcanons

also i didn't draw zane here cuz android bodies confuse me and i also got. lazy hgkfdsghkjf but i'll do his someday

lloyd's 20~ and the other ninja are mid 20s~

FIRST UP MY FAVS

starting with lloyd i give him a dragon tail and oni horns, as well as pointed ears. he's got a semi-grunge/goth style so i usually draw him with piercings and stuff. he lost his arm during the events of hunted to me but i dont really have a set event in mind for it. his back was SUPER damaged during the sons of garmadon fight and sometimes has to wear a back brace, and his ankle flares up from time to time

jay kept a lot of his scars hidden for a while because they came from skybound (some of his worst injuries lingered from the timeline). not sure whether he's come clean to the ninja yet or not. the marks on his wrist and ankle are from vengestone cuffs on the ship (blame hat because they gave jay vengestone cuffs in bbnb and it broke my brain so my jay has them now). the wound on his side is from skybound as well. ironically his face scar is NOT from skybound, but he was blind in that eye after skybound and hid it from the team. the current scar is from a fight where an enemy sliced a knife up the side of his face, and his lightning reacted badly and struck him while also striking the enemy. he almost died it was NOT a fun day for anybody. also he's a trans man so top scars!!

nya's scars are fun, she obviously has the tiger widow venom scar from skybound (kai finds out about that one after it gets infected cuz she wasn't taking proper care of it after the timeline reset, and he was NOT happy about it) but she also has lichtenberg scars on her hand from a time jay was holding it and accidentally shocked her badly with his powers. he starts wearing gloves after this incident. she also, of course, still has the markings from her time merged with the sea. they glow blue when she uses her powers, and her eyes are more glowy now as well (she kinda looks like a cryptid)

kai's deceptively scrawny. he has basic muscles but he's super skinny, so a lot of people think he isn't as strong as the rest of the ninja. however he's CRAZY strong and has a solid core. He also has a bunch of scars all over his hands from his time as a blacksmith. They're mostly little burns and nicks, but there's one that stretches across his hand from when he accidentally grabbed a hot blade. he also has a lot of body hair

cole is chubby but INSANELY strong, even without super strength. he has a bunch of scars, especially on his arms, from being tanky and blocking blows with his body. most of his scars are ninja related, but he does have one on his leg from a dance accident. nothing major, but the scar stuck around. he also has his ghost scar that goes over his eye somewhat, causing his pupil to be an unnatural green

also a height chart for comparison! one day i'll do zane too but i got lazy. hard to figure out scars for a nindroid, but i imagine that under his plating, the side of his face will ALWAYS have glowing gold scars from the overlord, no matter how many times he makes a new body or tries to fix them

[monster-mash-m]

Chubby!Slime!Gf x Afab!Fem!Reader

MDNI!

Cw: Very wlw, slight possessiveness on her end, reader is a service top, reader is a simp for her gf(as she should be), slight d/s dynamics, dom!reader, slight sadomasochism.

Definitely not self indulgent at all.

This slime girl has a name! Wowzers! Her name is Melma (definitely not slime in Italian- I gotta use my half Italian side to good use 😭-)

Once again lemme know if I missed any!

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You wait by the door for your girlfriend, since you were both going on a cute cafe date! Melma, the pretty girl she was took her time getting ready every time you went out and like the loving girlfriend you were, you waited patiently. Finally she made her way through the living room and to the front door. Her cute chubby thighs pooling out of her thigh highs quite literally. Her cropped top clinging to her curves, gods you just wanted to hold her cute tummy and give it a soft squeeze. She smiled softly at you “what do you think baby?” She asked spinning around excitedly before pulling a pose.

You let out a low whistle as you look her up and down “I think you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” You hum. She smile widens and something akin to a blush appears on her cheeks “Awh stop it you sap.” She playfully rolled her eyes and took your hand. “Let’s get going my pretty human.” As you held hands hers slightly stuck to yours, like it normally does.

You both walk towards the cafe, telling eachother small anecdotes and stories of your days at work or some hijinks you got up to. This cafe was your favorite, since it was her favorite, she loved how cute and quaint it was, and you loved seeing her happy. Plus the cakes here were quite good.

She skips happily next to you, energetic. You look at her adoringly as the sun shines slightly through her, illuminating her pretty lime skin(?). You finally both make it to the cafe and open the door for her. She chirps out a thanks and makes her way to her usual spot as you go to order your usual order for the two of you. Hm, a new person was working today, they seemed nice. They struck up conversation quite easily, that was for certain.

The person working gave you an inviting smile and took your order, although it felt like a pair of eyes were burning into you. You thank the worker for making your order as you take it over to the table Melma is sat at. She had quite a sour expression with her arms crossed “They seemed friendly.” Her tone was bitter. You immediately caught in and smirked “they were, weren’t they?”

She huffed and just took her drink, sipping it. You sighed and gave her a look of ‘really?’ She only glared at you in response. “Baby don’t start acting like a brat.” You say rather abruptly knowing it would make her flustered, and indeed it did. Making her choke on her drink and cover her face with a hand “what’s wrong with you- I’m not a brat!” She says defensively. You can only tut and shake your head, “no?” She nods defiantly.

You trail your foot up her leg slowly under the table with a Cheshire grin, making her shiver and look away “now you’re just being mean…” she pouts looking away “oh you wanna see mean, pretty?” She freezes but slowly looks at you with a challenging look. “Do your worst…”

When you get home Melma basically drags you to the bedroom and throws herself on the bed dramatically “Oh I’m soooo scared.” You simply just roll your eyes with a grin. “Strip baby.” You say simply and walk over to one of your drawers and pull out some fluffy pink handcuffs. When you turn around, there she was. Naked and sat on the bed looking up at you with big eyes. You stroll over to her softly and lift her face up by her chin gently “What’s our safe word today?” You ask softly. She pouts “baby stoppppp I won’t need it-“ “Safe word.” You say rather sternly “I don’t knowww, Muffin.” She rolls her eyes playfully. You nod satisfied and sat down patting your lap. “Bend over my lap baby.”

She didn’t disobey or anything but she did make a whole song and dance of resting across your lap. You hun in satisfaction as you run your hands over her jelly like ass. “Fuck baby, I would honestly take a bite out of you if I could…” you groan softly before smacking her ass harshly without warning, making her moan out and grip the sheets. Her ass juggling and slightly bubbling up. “You can’t hit harder than that…” she bit her lip as she antagonized you. Oh she was in for a long night.

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Definitely making a part 2 for this

[captain-n-crunchies]

My Perfect

L x Chubby Reader

A.N: ( See even though im like late I STILL POSTED! im on like grind yall but, this man so fine I'm like i must write my deepest soul wrenching words about him)

I'm not perfect.

That's it. I tried every day as a kid to be perfect; pretty hair, small frame, soft voice everything to look desirable to others I tried to be. In high school I needed to be bold, thicker but not too thick, tall but too tall; never speak overly passionate it was a turn off, don't wear too much makeup it's like I'm a slut, and never can venture out and find a comfortable look for me. I never let the girl inside eat.

I wasn't berated though? Yes, I got stares when I wore something sitting and people saw my stomach, like yes mothafucka I got a stomach y'all thought it was a huge ass pot in my shirt? Yes, I did get the ' I'm sO cOnFideNt!' talk when I ate something like fruit, who doesn't like pineapple? When shopping I had looks of could I fit this or that and nobody ever comforted me when I would cry about not fitting jeans.

I was never perfect. But he never cared.

*Back to when Light didn't find the Death Note yet*

Log In: June 23, 2017

" What are you having for lunch?" was asked by my closest coworker, Maria she and I was friends since our college days when cramming information about law, statistics, and for some reason Shakespeare; we were forever. I turned to her in this damn rolling chair that was obviously not made for a girl with that thang back there, I mean why is half my leg practically on the floor? I thought about it for a second.

" I could go for quick burger, what about you?

" That's fine! Also did you finish your report? I didn't even get to..." I just stared at her though my head in space, Maria turned to see what I'm looking at and she saw a strange man walking inside the room.

" Um...I don't think he works here?"

" Is this when we got to fight for our lives? I don't have no weapon."

The man tall, dark unruly hair not curly though it looks like a one of those emo people from the 2000's like my chemical romance vibes, he has a homeless man look on him...its kind of sexy thought but, he doesn't work here?

We watch him while towards us and goes to the head manager cubicle that two rows ahead of us. We look at each other and look down acting like we're working but, we really being nosy. We hear only indicant chatter and the strange man's voice, his name is Riuzaki? Or Rukai? I don't know and our manager asked again, and he ignored the question and started talking about something different. Kind of rude but, with the way our manager is I'd do the same; Maria looks at me and looks at the time and tells me it our lunch break so, we both get up and I make sure to push down my jacket a habit I did as a teen to look slimmer, we walk out and down the little pathway to the front of the office when we get close to the strange man I turn my head down, his eyes immediately traced to me and he stared at me and he turned, kind of weird his eye contact was intense!

We walked over to the company lunch places inside it's a tiny burger spot filled with American dishes; we haven't really eaten there so we decided to try it out since it was also raining. Maria order first, a chicken salad with extra chicken and cheese with a large drink and dessert then it's me, a cheeseburger with fries and a large drink with a cookie; we wait a bit and sat down at a two-seat table and we talk about the sight we just saw.

" I wonder if he's trying to get a job here? "

" For what though? we ain't got nothing available yet."

" What if they fired somebody!? I heard but I didn't hear from department C that somebody was overusing company resources and they got let go."

" Omg, who?" Maria was going to say but we hear a buzz, and our food was ready we grabbed a tray and the person who gave us our orders gives me a look, ya'know the look of ' Breaking that diet huh?' Its common but still is annoying so I mean mug him back and he backs off. Sitting down we talk about our topics of choice like vacations, fashion trends, the latest news when the man from earlier comes down; didn't even see him till he pulled up a chair beside me and stared. Like what?

" Oh, Hello!" I introduced myself and Maria does the same, but how says nothing and stared at me.

" Are you going to eat that?" He points at a strawberry cookie I got, I look and shake my head "no' even though I was saving it I give it to him and smiled. He takes it and thanks me and then turned to Maria and asked how she feels about the company. Now, Maria is a sweet girl but, if she can't say her opinion without lying so she tries to say it's wonderful but, he caught on.

" Don't lie. I'm not going to do anything."

" Oh! but I'm not! really it's a won-"

" Your eyes turned up, when some people lie, they eyes turn up to think of somethings. Your hands turned over into a clasped position saying you're more of nervous than calm when I asked."

She's shocked and so am I, he takes a bite of the cookie and then looks at me to which I look away and he stares at me; deep black eyes pierced into, and I just look away because if I looked back what if he jumps me and I gotta kick and scream like that would be so embarrassing!

" Are you nervous?

" No, never"

" Hm...You look uncomfortable" He continued eating and I looked at Maria with a head tilt.

" So, what's making me uncomfortable."

" Your clothes, your shoes are hurting your feet by the way you walked quickly, and you have the heels of them off" He responded quickly, and I was shocked I mean he didn't lie. I just look and Maria excused her and mouthed ' Whoop his ass' and went to the bathroom, so now it's just us. We look at each other and I just shook my head and began eating again. He just looks at me and then turns his body towards me completely.

" What?"

" Do you like your position here?"

If I had the choice between working here and $20, I would pick $20 and a bag of skittles, it has it benefits from time to time but it not worth the headaches and long hours and I tell him just that. He hums and says nobody ever been that honest and I could care less, I listen and eat when he asked another question.

" If you're really don't like how you look why don't you change it"

It wasn't even a question it was like a statement like he knew, he knew from when he stared at me, he watched me. I look at him shocked and I just chuckled and threw the rest of my food away and left, texting Maria that I got sick. Walking away I see him get up and follow me, so ignored him; he just walked beside me and just looks either at me or around him hunched over like he finna throw up. Like what compells somebody to say that? Did he think I'm the one to try to play around with thing you'll get a good joke ooutta me? I should've shoved that damn drink up his stuck up ugy big headed-

" Your mumbling"

"...ok"

" If what I said made you mad just say it"

" If I did I'll go to jail for man slaughter."

He just chuckled, even though I'm pissed he sounded a little smexyyy but, I'll still beat his ass. I keep walking towards the parking lot, and he grabbed my arm asking can he be honest.

" I mean if back there wasn't honest I don't know what is"

He just stared (he got a staring problem) and began talking about how he meant that he saw me adjusting my jacket a habit he saw a lot of girls do when they want to look slimmer, then he saw the look his manger gave us me when I walked past, he said it was in utter disgust. As he went on all the insecurities from the past came again the girl inside of me just began to show, I looked at him blank, my hands started to sweat, my thoughts ran through me like a train, and I couldn't hold it anymore as a sob slipped through like butter from my mouth. I wiped my face and took a deep breath.

" Being a girl in Japan is hard, being black in Japan is harder, being a fat girl and black in Japan is like a war zone every day in my mind. From stares, to the so called ' complements', to everything inside growing out of me is like a constant war zone. Having men look at me like a 3rd class citizen is the problem, having girls treat me like I'm beneath them was the problem and no one had a problem with it."

" But who could care? It's not like I can change what they say with the attitude they expect from a black girl. I'm not perfect but, they wanted me to be and how am I going to achieve that? Huh?"

I stopped for one second and he just said nothing, all the bottled-up feelings I've had just overwhelmed me and I overshared.

" I think your perfect"

" Lying is a sin ya'know"

" Then good I'm an atheist. Your look is perfect."

How can somebody look perfect? With a body like this, my skin to people in this country are like a permanent plague, and my hair is just a warning to them on its own. I am not perfect, but he thinks I am. He's trying to help me feel better and it's not going to work.

" If this is perfect then-'

" You're not going to believe something if you denie it so much."

This man says that beautiful is different to everyone, like what people grew up with which is skinny, fair skin, and cute people they think it's a standard and everyone that's not all three of those traits are ugly. He said the way I feel is how he felt as a child he was never built manly, he was always so small and skinny people thought he was sick. It never bothered him; he seemed wiser as a kid then the whole world at its years; I couldn't even disagree with any statements I always found how people views change when they see unique things or common things and associate them with ugliness or beauty.

" For a homeless man your very smart"

"...I'm not homeless."

" Oh...then why you dress like you've seen a clothing store in life."

" I have seen a clothing store. I just don't see the appeal of dressing up."

He's an emo hippie. But nevertheless, I just listen and make my own few points. We continued walking and he stops me again.

" What's your name?"

" Reader Last Name, and your?

" Call me L"

' Hello L"

" Hello Reader"

Now we walk in comfortable silence, by the time I'm by the garage L asked for my number, his contact now ' Emo Hippie' and mines?

'My Perfect'

A.N: ( i finshed! I love this one because i feel this irl about my body type but, i got over it and it's kind of hard to write L's dialogue without making him sound rude because he's only nonchalant. But, let me know if you like it!

[gemini-sensei]

Tease | Robby Keene x Chubby!Reader

Kinktober Day 6: Blowjob

Contents: mentioned drug use, oral sex, and some dom/sub dynamics near the end.

"Oh fuck," he let out hotly, head tilted back. His brow scrunched up as he felt the warm mouth wrapped around his cock pull away. A cute giggle made its way to his ears and he grunted. "Don't act cute, you're such a filthy girl."

He looked down at Reader, who sat so pretty on her knees between his legs. He was resting on the couch after a long day of trying to get some cash, aka scamming people out of their personal belongings just to survive. Usually, Reader came around when he had something to sell her, preferably weed, but he'd invited her over for another reason.

Somehow watching movies turned into getting a blow, but he wasn't exactly complaining. She'd said something about needing to relax, only sinking onto her knees after palming him for a while.

She was a tease by nature, always flirting with him when she came around but he never minded it. Her attention was a little bonus when he had to deal with his problems or run away from them if he really didn't want to face them. She was nice enough, unlike other people he had to bother with from time to time. She was also good for her money, so he usually let her have first pick of whatever he had at any given time.

Never in a million years did he think his dick would be in her mouth.

"Didn't I tell you to relax?" she giggled again. She wrapped her mouth around the tip of his dick and sucked on it fast and hard, then swirled her tongue around it. She made it sloppy and wet, her saliva dripping down his shaft as she toyed with his balls in her hand. "I want you to relax for me, Robby."

"Fuck," he groaned. He watched her intently, biting his lip as she lowered her head and took more of him into her mouth. It was so wet and warm, it felt so beyond nice. His eyes fell closed again and he rested his head back again. "Okay... fuck..."

She hummed around his cock and his balls twitched. Just to tease him, she gave them a little squeeze. While he moaned, she hollowed her cheeks and pulled off of his cock. He left a little bit of pre cum on her tongue and she swallowed it, humming at the salty taste left on her tongue. More bubbled out of the tip of his cock and she happily lapped it up before swirling her tongue around his cock head with a little smirk.

His hand came to rest on the back of her head and he pushed her into his cock. She pressed her tongue along the underside of his cock and felt the vein that ran along it pulse with need. She squeezed his balls again, making it pulse faster.

"Are you gonna come, Robby?" she asked, licking stripes up his cock.

He looked at her with dark, hazy eyes. His hair hung in his face and he forced it back with his other hand, holding it away just so he could see her clearly. "Fuck, make me come, Reader."

"I need more than that," she giggled.

He shoved her face into his cock, rubbing it against her cheek. He clenched his jaw and grunted, "I wanna come down your fucking throat. Just take my cock again."

She took his cock into hand and gave him a few teasing pumps. "If that's all you wanted, you just had to ask."

She opened her mouth and took him again. She would have just taken the tip again, just to tease him, but he pushed her head down further and fed her more of his cock. She moaned around him, taking as much of him as she could until he hit the back of her throat. It gagged her, but she didn't pull back. She took it. Gagged herself on his cock while sucking him off, making a sloppy mess. It was so hot, it pushed Robby to the edge.

He came with a loud groan, throwing his head back as her name fell from his lips. He filled her mouth with hot shots of cum, helped along by her firm grip on his balls as she ensured she got every drop. It was so much, some dribbled out her mouth and down her chin.

When it was over, she pulled away and swallowed what she could, but had to stop to take a break. She panted hard and he saw a substantial amount of his cum still on her tongue.

He took her face into his hand, his cool rings pressed against her cheeks. He squished her face together and she spit out his cum on accident, making it run down her chin. She whined needily, wanting to swallow it up like she had been doing.

"You're so greedy, Reader," he grunted. "Who knew?"

She looked up at him with soft, pleading eyes. He smirked at her, finally taking the upper hand from her. It was his turn to tease her.

[ayeyolooo]

WORKOUT!

Yolo’s note: I hope that you all like it,because I thought that this was cute!😊

Summary: y/n think that she’s too big due to her having chubby arms, a medium sized pudge (+lower belly fat) and back rolls. Her boyfriend constantly reminds her of how beautiful she is but she doesn’t believe it. So she goes to the gym with him.

Please excuse my grammatical errors<3

Warnings? Cursing!

“Are you ready baby?” Your boyfriend’s tatted hand wrapped around your chubby waist. “Mhm!” You smiled up at him as he tucked his head into your neck. “You know that you are so beautiful right?” Ony asked you. You just nodded. “Words ma.” He said walking to your shared bathroom.

“Yes.” You simply said as you sat down on your bed and slipped into your tennis shoes. “I got your headphones bae.” Ony said pecking your cheek and walking out to the living room. You just sighed not please with how you look at all.

“Welcome.” The girl in the front smiled. “You’re so pretty!” She exclaimed with adornment inside of her eyes. “Right!!?” Ony said giggling and kissing your head. Your cheeks went hot as you smiled at her. “Thank you.” You mumbled. “She’s so adorable!! I hope the two of you enjoy your time here. If you need anything I’ll be here.” She smiled and waved. “Okay thank you!!” You waves back to her.

“Okay so we gone stretch first.” Ony said as you nodded and placed your water bottle and bag down. You bent down and touched your toes while you counted to ten. You felt a harsh slap on your butt. You wince and just looked up and mugged Ony. “Youre so annoying.” You laughed and shook your head. “So.” He said rolling his eyes playfully. The two of you stretched and warmed up,now it was time for the real thing.

“Okay we’re going to start off light then make our way to the more advanced things on and towards the end Okay?” He asked looking down at you. “Okay babyy.” You smiled. You and Ony began to do jumping jacks, light work. You smiled to yourself. He handed you one of them bell weights and the both of you did squats with them. You both kept doing reps which made your thighs and calves hurt. You winced as you tried to stop. “Nu uh baby keep going you got it.” Ony said encouraging you. “Three more..one..two..there you go ma. You doing to good.” Ony’s words made butterflies in your belly. “Good job baby.” He held both of his hands up as you gave him his high fives and kissed his lips.

“Excuse me, can you bench me?” A petite girl with green eyes and blonde hair tapped Ony. She twirled her hair with her finger as she batted her eyelashes at him. “I’m sure that your sister wouldn’t mind right?” She asked looking at you. Ony jerked his head back. “Girl if you don’t get the fuck on.” He said ignoring her and turning back to you. “Anyways baby,we’re going to do some leg work.” Ony ignored the girl that stood behind him. He made sure to put the emphasis on the word baby.

She got the hint and walked away, embarrassed. “Girl why would you go over there to that man,youn see him with his girl that’s so rude.” Someone called her out. You and Ony stuffed a laugh. “Okay we gone do calf raises.” You nodded and began to do the workout with him.

It’s y’all been at the gym for like an hour and your body was sore,and you were exhausted. You were now on the machine that made you lift your legs up and use your stomach strength. “Whew.” You said about to get up but Ony walked over to you and laughed. “You done for the day mama?” You nodded frantically. “Okay, you did so good!”He said picking up your bags and placing them on his shoulder while he interlocked your hands together.

[dentiststoothfairy]

Slides in *) may I have a chubby reader and them H E A D C A N O N S (blinks with eye lashes*)

Ty 😊

Art I made lmao

𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐨'𝐬 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐝 & 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Bro they don't give a single fuck.

Gonna be honest. They really don't.

If you're vibing with them? They'll vibe with you. Doesn't matter if you're pretty, ugly, larger, smaller, taller, shorter, thick or flat.

Nene thinks you're gorgeous anyways. You know she does because she makes a big deal about not hanging around ugly people.

"Like Pico?"

"Oh my Lord, exactly! Like Pico!"

She takes you shopping and then throws an ABSOLUTE fit if or when they don't carry the CUTEST outfit in your size.

That has to be some sort of CRIME.

Darnell is probably the most apathetic about it. He knows what it's like to be treated differently for something you can't change. And personally, he'd rather someone not make a large deal out of it... So he doesn't make a big deal out of you either.

Although, when someone has the audacity to like.. Comment on it? He calls them tf out. He makes a big deal then. He gets absolute pleasure of making assholes squirm with uncomfortable tension after being pointed out.

He's got your back. Honestly? He is probably the most reliable out of the group. He shuts Nene up real fast when she says something insensitive by the slip of the tongue.

Pico? God don't let anyone make one comment around you two.

He DON'T let that shit slide.

He's probably fallen asleep on you after a long day. He hasn't got any shame that one, I'm not gonna lie. You're way more comfortable to lean on than Darnell or Nene.

Nene mocks him and tells him that he better not collapse into your chest the way he collapsed into hers that one time. He still fucking hates that. It's embarrassing. He WOULD RATHER DIE.

"I'm back!"

"Oh, welcome home." You answered cointly. Your chest heavy with burden as you pulled your nervous eyes away from your reflection, subconsciously pulling down at your pants as you did so to hide the shame.

Your blue haired lover gave an energetic laugh as he moved lightly on the soles of his feet, bouncing to the couch as he took his hat out to fan himself. His stupid smile always brought comfort, you fought a smile yourself.

"Busy day?" You hummed, his eyes was still twinkling from energy from being outside. He nodded as his mouth opened to talk more.

"Oh hell yeah. Another rap battle, it was absolutely fire. You should've heard me!"

Ah.. You... Hadn't been willing to leave the apartment for a while... Embarrassment of like... Existing. But, that meant you missed out on so many fun things with your quite frankly, extroverted boyfriend.

His rising and falling chest and heart beating in sync, you could feel his internal music constantly bumping as he climbed onto you while you sat down, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck as you quickly grabbed his hand. You knew what he was trying to do, trying to run his fingers through your tight curls and you knew it would only end badly.

"I bet... You would've sounded great." You gave a bitter smile, glancing down subtly at your legs as your hand clutched his hand tighter. Your lover, usually pretty clueless, seemed to pick up on the cues.

".. Is something wrong, babe?" He asked, his tone shifted slightly as he looked up at you, his excitement washed away like a wave swallowing a crab into the large ocean.

Now look what you've done...

"No, no. I'm fine! I was just thinking about what we were going to have for dinner tonight. Maybe something with low fat?" You offered, throwing the option into the air hoping that the usual air head wouldn't catch on.

Unlucky for you, he did.

His eyebrows furrowed. "Is this about your legs again?" He let go of you, as he sat up. The silence hung in the air like a string hung off a cork board. You never liked lying to him but, how else could you improve the situation..?

He gave a sigh, laying his head on your shoulder as he snaked an arm around your waist, trying to pull you as closely as he could to you. "... You know I think you're stunning, I don't.. Understand how you can't see that." He muttered.

"Because-.." Your voice caught onto the tissue in your throat as if a hook was dragging across it. You couldn't untangle the line that was suffocating you. Both metaphorical, and the verbal line you were about to say.

And, god bless... Your boyfriend as if a miracle worker, knew exactly what to do. He pulled you in, connecting your lips quickly.

"You're adorable. There's nothing cuter than you." He mumbled, giving you a crooked smile. "The fact you think other wise is insulting. You're like.. The fuckin' cutest thing ever. Like, you're so soft. And I know people who say that come off as if they're reaching for compliments but honestly? I wouldn't change you for the way you are." He shrugged.

Your eyes scavenged his for any sort of lie. That he was trying to make you feel better with absolutely no true empathy behind his words. But you came up empty handed.

"Like, do you know how hard it is for me to like.. Not show you off? I just wanna walk down the street and go 'look suckers! This is my mutha' fuckin' partner! You can't even imagine landing someone so hot!'" He raised his voice, cupping his mouth to make himself even louder. You gave a nervous laugh.

"Please don't do that..." Please, don't.

He gave a cheeky wink to you, sticking his cheek out as he did. "I said it's hard for me not to do, not that I would. I know how you get with attention, baby and I'm gonna do my best to make sure you're content in your own skin because I love you." He brought your knuckle to his lips, giving you a kiss and feigning a knight.

"Whether you're black, white, fuckin'... Green or thin."

Green?

You couldn't help but laugh at that. Taking your dumb ass boyfriend by the jaw and kissing him once again.

"You're so stupid."

"I know." He hummed back, content. "Now what's for dinner for real? I'm starving."

[flubssesion]

Discovering Trisha

“WHAT THE FUCK?!”

This was all that Trisha could think and scream when she saw the most incredible, vile sight she'd ever seen: Her roommate and best friend Lizzie in the middle of a huge mess with a shiny flying green dildo giving her the penetration of her life. It filled her with questions: What made this huge mess? What’s with that movie on the tv? And what the hell was that weird word Lizzie was shouting?!

There was no time at all for questions before the green dildo flew out of Lizzie's vagina and ricocheted around the room like a racquetball. Trisha was forced to duck and dodge away from the Flubber's bouncing. It would hover around her and bounce close to Trisha's body. All the while, Liz tried to talk to Trisha and the Flubber, which confused and angered Trisha more.

"Trisha! I know it's crazy but you have to calm down! You're just making it worse!" yelled Lizzie.

"CALM DOWN?! What the FUCK is going on?!!" shouted Trisha.

"It's a little hard to explain with all this yelling!"

"TRY!!"

"Hold on, let me grab your glove!"

But before Lizzie could grab Trisha's glove, the Flubber bounced off the far wall from the stairway with a big hollow boing. It squealed excitedly as it flew right through the space in Trish's bathrobe and right between her breasts.

Trish froze. Liz stood, mouth agape. The Flubber slid its way into the space between Trish's boobs with a sucking pop. The goo was warmed by Liz's insides, yet Trish could feel how cold it still was, which gave her a shiver. She wasn't into cold sexually like Lizzie was, but Trish still felt it oddly erogenous. The Flubber slipped and wriggled through her boobs, playing with them like it did with Lizzie. Only Trish didn't get to acquaint herself with the naughty slime. This made her freaked out and conflicted by the pleasure. Lizzie tried her best to help the situation.

"No, Flubber! Bad Flubber!" She yelled, as if it were a disobedient pet. "Out! Out!" But the Flubber couldn't hear her, or wasn't listening. It slipped out under Trish's bust to slide up and down her naked body underneath her bathrobe. The wet Flubber began exploring Trish's form.

Trish had fuller, bigger breasts than Lizzie. Almost everything on Trish was bigger. Her stomach was a little bigger. Her butt was bigger too, wide and shapely, and poked out further than Lizzie's. Her waist, legs, and arms were also thicker; chubby, for the most part. Flubber liked chubby. But Trish was also pretty athletic, which explained the way she dodged the Flubber's bounces with better grace than Lizzie. The Flubber was excited to get to know Trish some more.

Trish's bathrobe warped and stretched as the Flubber slipped, slid, and giggled through it. The goo could be seen bulging through the robe as it slid. Trish could do nothing but stand and wriggle with the Flubber's motion. She shrieked and yelled and periodically let out a tickled laugh.

The Flubber maneuvered itself around Trish in places it hadn't see Lizzie yet; it slid across Trish's stomach, made a sharp curve around her belly button, doubled back at her clean shaven armpits, corkscrewed around her strong legs, bouncing off of her feet, zipped back up to her breasts, giving them a jiggling jolt, around and down her toned back, slid down between her fat ass cheeks like a water slide, skid back up her clean shaven vagina and started all over again.

All the while, Trish tried her best to grab the Flubber as it slid and dug through her clothes. It was as if she was playing a game of Whack-A-Mole with it. Lizzie watched on, a little jealously, while thinking of how mischievous her little Flubber was. It looked to Lizzie like Trisha was doing a little dance. Lizzie tried her best to hide how humorous she found the situation. Nevertheless, Lizzie knew she had to help.

"Wait, I have an idea!" said Lizzie.

"What is it, please!" said Trish.

"Clap your boobs together!"

"What?!"

"Just do it!!"

Trish took Lizzie's advice and took her breasts in each hand and began slapping them together. This excited the Flubber, as it let out a shrill giggle and slid towards her. When the Flubber made it between Trish's boobs, she closed them together and Lizzie lunged forth and put her hands over Trish's.

"Cold! Cold!" Yelped Trish as the two housemates held the Flubber in Trish's breasts. The Flubber tried to escape Trish's bosom, making her breasts move as it tried to escape the softball glove earlier, to the same avail. "Haha! Got you again you little bugger!" Lizzie laughed. Lizzie's hands followed Trish's hands following the Flubber's erratic attempts to fly away. "I think he likes you!" she said to Trish. Trish was confused. Why the hell is Lizzie so chipper about this?

When the Flubber calmed down more, Liz let go her hands from Trish's and let Trish press her own boobs together. "Here, I'll get him." Said Lizzie soflty. "What? 'Him'?" asked Trish crossly.

Trish eased her hands off her boobs as Lizzie held her palms out together at Trish's chest. The flubber poked its head out of Trish's boobs and calmed at the sight of Lizzie. Lizzie began to whistle and make kissing noises at the Flubber. Trish had a confused and angry look at the sight of this. Lizzie had a lot of explaining to do.

The flubber flopped onto Lizzie's hands and became placid when it landed. "Awww, my poor baby... did he get a little too excited?" Lizzie wagged her other hand's pointer finger in the Flubber's face. "It's okay. I'm here, Mommy's here." Lizzie and the Flubber cooed at each other.

The moment the Flubber left Trisha's breasts, she jumped away and began wiping the space between them. "Oh my god, oh my god, that was in your pussy!" She said panicky. She pressed her bathrobe all over her body to wipe away the slime, either from the goo itself or from Lizzie vaginal juices. The thought of either made Trish gag. Her robe, wet and slimy on the inside, was getting cold fast. Trish took it off, and took off her hair towel to wipe herself up. When she finished, Trisha wrapped her towel around her waist. She wasn't going to keep her naked body exposed to that thing.

"I need another shower. And you have a LOT of explaining to do." Trisha said to Lizzie. "What the fuck is that thing? And why are you so cuddly with it?! And why were you fucking it?!!"

"Well, technically, it was fucking me." Lizzie said, then chuckled. The fat little blob in her hand chuckled as well. "And this, 'thing', is Flubber!"

Trish, arms crossed, furrowed. "Flubber?"

"Flubber!"

"I'm not calling it that."

"Well whatever you want to call it, I'm keeping him." Lizzie turned to the Flubber, "because you're just so cute! Yes you are, yes you are!" She brought the Flubber up to her face and began nuzzling her nose onto its face. The Flubber nuzzled back. Trisha furrowed further. "You're definitely not keeping that... that "Blubber", in this house, but that's not the only problem here. What about this huge mess? What happened?" Lizzie answered, "You didn't hear? This li'l booger here crashed into our kitchen window while I was doing the dishes. Dishes you were supposed to do, I'll add." Trish side-eyed. "Fair point, I guess, but I don't think that puts me into as much trouble as you, here. That somehow excuses you putting it inside you?!" Liz scratched her neck with her non-Flubber hand. "Uhum... yeah. I guess it doesn't."

Lizzie sat down on the sofa with the Flubber still in hand. Trisha sat down at the bottom step of the stairs. She wasn't ready to get close to Lizzie and the booger creature just yet. Lizzie knew she could get Trisha to trust the Flubber, it would just take a little convincing.

Lizzie opens, "It's really not easy to explain, but I'll try my best. I caught it in your softball glove and—"

"You caught it in my softball glove?!"

"Before it fucked me! Jeez. Anyway, I held it and I just... I felt this tingle, like this feeling. I must have caught it in the perfect light for its green to... to just pop. Just everything about it was so cute and adorable and, well after playing with it, sexy! Mmph, he's just so stretchy and gooey! And so considerate. If you saw him... felt him, how I did, you'd understand."

"Ugh," Trisha rolled her eyes, "I thought I was the hopeless romantic of us."

Lizzie got up off the couch. She couldn't talk her into liking the Flubber; Lizzie had to show what a miraculous substance the Flubber was.

"Just look at it, Trisha! You love cute things, isn't it so cute!" Lizzie poked the Flubber and made it jiggle and giggle. "He's ticklish!" She then dropped it and let it bounce up and down rapidly, catching it after three big boings. "He bounces!" Liz then grabbed the Flubber with both hands. "He's even stretchy!" She stretched the Flubber out slowly with a slurpy stretch. She looked at Trish through the Flubber's translucent stretched form. "See?" Spontaneity struck Lizzie as she pulled the stretched Flubber up to her face and made goofy faces and sounds at Trisha. Trisha was shocked. Lizzie then pulled off the Flubber with a satisfying pop as the Flubber mimicked Lizzie’s facial features and copied her goofy faces and sounds. The Flubber snapped back with a rubbery thwap. Lizzie laughed as Trisha chuckled, loosening up.

"Okay, I'll admit, that looked pretty fun," Trisha chimed, "but I saw you fuck that thing. It was fully in your pussy, so, gross."

Lizzie slumped. "Oh, come on." Lizzie said. "It's my own pussy so it's fine. Besides, it's not like this is the worst you've seen of me. Remember Fort Lauderdale?"

"This is nothing like Fort Lauderdale!" Trisha shot back, "You were just having sex with gunk! The least you could have done was take that shit to your room! You're lucky I don't get the drain cleaner."

"No!" Lizzie shielded the Flubber away from Trisha's sight. "Look, I'm sorry you had to see that, and I should have taken it in private, but please please please let me keep it! He's just so cute I need him!" Lizzie gesticulated as she spoke, jiggling the Flubber about. Trisha caught sight of the way its plump body moved and swayed. She began to see what Lizzie was talking about.

Trisha's furrow lightened. "Well, I will have to admit, it is kind of adorable, in a gross way. And it does make those cute little chirping noises. I don't know about sexiness, but it was going at you pretty good. And you do seem to be kind of glowing from it, actually."

Lizzie indeed seemed perkier than usual, especially for a night after work. Trisha hadn't seen Lizzie like this in a long time. She had also thought to mention how hot it was being tickled and slid across her body by the Flubber, but was too mad at Lizzie to admit that much to her. And how bad was getting Lizzie's juices on her, really? Still, Trisha wasn't going to budge so easily.

Lizzie could see she was making headway with Trisha. She knew she was close to convincing her roommate to let her keep the Flubber.

"I promise I'll keep him in check," Lizzie said pleadingly, "you’ve seen how I can keep him under control. And I'll clean up this mess, plus any other mess he might make. Just please let me keep him!”

Trish thought for a moment. The flubber chittered pleadingly in Lizzie's hand. It turned its head like an orphaned kitten. Trisha broke.

"Well... I'll think about it." Lizzie smiled widely. "Yes!" she exclaimed. The Flubber squealed, "Yeah!" Trisha leaned back in surprise once more. "aaAahh!" "Oh, haha," chuckled Lizzie, "he can talk too. At least, a little bit. I don't think he can say much."

Trisha looked at the blubbery blob in Lizzie's hand quizzically. She found the thing gross, especially after feeling it slide around her body like a wet, slippery puck. Nevertheless, she couldn't help but begin to see Lizzie's side of things. The green glob was looking pretty cute cupped in Lizzie's hand. Trisha figured she should get a closer look.

"Can I... can I hold it?" Asked Trisha.

"Sure," answered Lizzie, walking towards Trisha, "just don't scream at him again, he really doesn't like it."

"Yeah, no, I got it." Trisha made a sarcastic face.

Lizzie stood in front of Trisha and held out the Flubber for Trisha to hold. With the girls' hands next to each other, the Flubber rolled off Lizzie's hand in a little somersault and plopped onto Trish's hand. Through Lizzie's amorous "Aww," Trish's face twisted in disgust. She secretly found it as cute as Lizzie, she just wasn't ready to show it externally.

The goo looked back at Lizzie. She gave an 'it's okay' nod and the Flubber looked back again at Trish. They stared at one another for a moment.

Trish slowly lifted her pointer finger to the Flubber's face. After leaning in and making a motion akin to a sniff, the Flubber formed a small pair of lips on its face and kissed her fingertip. Trish let out a "ooh!" as Lizzie smiled warmly.

Trish took Flubber's head by her finger and thumb and began to play with it. She squished and squeezed and lightly laughed. It was much funner to play with than Trisha thought. She even began to see its erotic possibilities as well; playing with it felt to Trish like playing with a dick. Lizzie then sat down next to Trish on the stairs, watching her work the Flubber like a toy.

"Yeah, okay, this snot of yours is kinda cute," Trisha finally admitted, " I could probably do this all night." "Right? I told you he's cute!" Lizzie answered brightly. The Flubber giggled away as Trisha massaged its face.

In her idle toying, Trish had her own dirty thought.

She stood up and undid her towel with her free hand. The flubber seductively growled at this. Trish then grabbed the Flubber from both ends and squeezed. She found herself actually kind of enjoying the squishing sound it made and the feeling of it oozing through her fingers. She pulled the Flubber apart, feeling its elastic strength against hers. Liz expected Trish to pull it over her face. But Trish had a different idea.

Trish took the stretched out Flubber and pulled it over her breasts. This made Liz laugh in surprise. The Flubber fitted itself perfectly over, under, and between Trish's breasts, stretching over every inch of her chest's skin. Trish let out an involuntary moan at the feeling. It sucked and shook her boobs as Trish shook her chest back and forth. With two separate but simultaneous loud pops, both louder than the one that was made on Lizzie's face, Trish pulled the Flubber off herself. The Flubber formed a perfect mould of Trish's round bosom, complete with spot-on nipples. The Flubber boobs wobbled wildly in and out from the force of leaving Trish. They jiggled and juggled to the amusement of the girls, and made crazy googly motions. Lizzie reached over and squeezed them, making them squash and warp and laugh in response. The breasts then erratically slapped together before the Flubber itself made like a rubber band and shot back into place with another loud wet snap back into Trish's hand.

Both girls erupted into laughter. Lizzie covered her mouth as she laughed. Trish held the Flubber in her palm, swishing it like a wine glass and watching it sway. "You should have put your face in it!" Liz said through laughs. "Yeah, no, I'm not getting liquid Lizzie all over my face." said Trisha, laughing back.

Both girls looked intently at the Flubber as they walked back to the couch and sat down. Trish continued, "I'd probably put my face in it after you've washed it." Trish continued swaying the Flubber. It bubbled and giggled in Trish's hand as she said, "I will admit, that was super hot. Maybe I could use a turn with this stuff..." Trish's eyes were fixed squarely on the Flubber. "I mean," said Lizzie, pondering aloud, "I guess I could share him. He does seem to like you too, after all."

Trish was half joking when she said she wanted a turn with the Flubber, but she knew Liz's openness to the idea was sincere. The thought of being rammed the same way as Liz excited Trish tremendously. It made her almost wish she did the dishes in the first place so she could have discovered the Flubber and been fucked by candlelight and a movie like Liz was. Trish tried her best to hide her arousal at the mental image of her being made love to in Liz's place.

"Here, let me see him for a second." Liz said to Trish. Trish tossed the Flubber to Liz. It made a bubbly sound as it left her hand, and a juicy plop when it landed on Liz's hand. Liz grabbed at the Flubber with both hands. "I just stretch him like this... squeeze him here... squish like this..." Liz walked Trish through moulding the Flubber into a cock. Through rubbery stretches and squelches, Liz buzzed, "pull here, twist there. And... ta-da!" She held the Flubber out as it jiggled stiff in her hand. An aroused "woah." came out of Trish.

Liz held the cock out at Trish. Trish looked at it for a long moment. "Go on, hold it." Liz finally said. Trish slowly reached her hand out. The Flubber bounced on its balls off Liz's hand onto Trish's. Trish could feel the Flubber balls loosen and tighten over her own skin. She fondled them in her hands. It made the Flubber giggle and moan bubbly.

Trish must have touched the Flubber's balls in a sensitive spot, because the fondling caused it to scream and fly out of Trish's hand. Instead of bouncing around the room, however, it floated in mid-air, screeching and frantically jiggling. Liz and Trish sat in horror. The Flubber's screams were interrupted by the balls detaching from the shaft of the Flubber cock. Lizzie let out an amused laugh at the sight of the detaching balls. Her slimy discovery was surprising her at every turn. But her laughs would die down when she noticed the balls fly straight towards Trish. Each ball split into two duplicate balls as they flew to her. One pair went straight to her breasts, landing in a splat shape onto her nipples. They reformed into shiny little dollops, forming like pasties. Her nipples were still visible through the green goo and shiny bubbles. Trish was too late to cover herself when the other pair snaked towards her vagina.

The Flubber cock itself stop screaming in midair and began flying around. The still screaming gooey penis rolled and twisted through the air like a deflating balloon as Liz's eyes and head followed it closely. This excited and aroused her greatly. Seizing the opportunity, she opened her legs and gave her pussy a couple slaps. The Flubber took notice immediately; in no time at all, it flew right towards her vagina with an excited, droning 'woooo' and entered her with a loud wet 'thwoop!' headfirst. The great stimulus and interia forced Lizzie to jerk her body back, with enough force to skid the couch a few inches.

The gooey balls that landed on Trish's breasts began sucking on her nipples immediately upon contact. With the force of their cold suckling, they were able to hold onto Trish's breasts. The Flubber wasn't done playing with them. The balls kneaded and squeezed the breasts, not bothering to gauge how careful they had to be with them. Trish liked being played with rough, but this was almost too much.

The Flubs in Trish's vagina were as wanton as the ones on her breasts. Their movements moistened her up. The balls poked and prodded at her inner walls, their slimy surfaces sliding all over her, making Trish shiver and shake. They moved wildly, but they weren't moving randomly. The Flubs were exploring her insides as they were bounding around her. It was as if they were searching for something. Trish could feel the Flubs every time they bounced and boinged off her walls. Then, after a rigorous bouncy investigation, they found it: Trish's clit.

In Liz's vagina, the Flubber went right back to where it was when Trish interrupted it. It had even resumed the fast pace it was stopped at, but Liz's wetness from making Flubber into a dick again didn't make that a problem. The Flubcock fucked and thrusted and gooily laughed as it drilled itself deep into Liz over and over again. Liz went back to rubbing herself to the Flubber's thrusts. She was keen on enjoying this; a different story from Trish's.

Trish was enjoying herself, that much was sure. But so much of the situation, down to her own willingness, confused her. Her friend finds a bouncing booger and her first thought is to shape it into a dick and fuck it? And now she's fucking it too?? And it actually feels amazing?! It didn’t take much convincing for her internal conflict to be resolved. Apprehension gave way to acceptance as Trish went with the sucking and the shaking of the Flubbers in and on her body. Tension gave way to pleasure. It was Trish's self care day, after all. She deserved this.

The Flubs on Trish's breasts began to play even more wildly. They played recklessly with her boobs; pulling them out and twisting them, spinning them together, making them move like pistons, and smashing them together.

One ball in Trish's vagina focused its flubbing on her clit as the other continued working on her vagina itself. While the ball in her vagina was frolicking and sliding about, the ball on her clit attached itself and began a caress with its slippery micro-mass. The cold suction sent shocks down Trish's leg, and made her make a mess of the couch. The Flubber in her vagina played in her flowing juices like a waterpark.

The balls on Trish's boobs' playing became more elaborate. From a few seconds to minutes, each game stimulated Trish in wackier and wackier ways: They warped and wibbly-wobbly waved her boobs in inhuman motions, while wooing and cheering as if on a roller coaster. They made her breasts mimic cartoon character eyes when seeing a beautiful woman, even with a bubbly 'awooga'. They formed lips out of themselves and made her nipples kiss. One would form a mouth and spit out a smaller Flubber ball with a squeaky 'pitoo' sound into the other's mouth back and forth like a pair of fountains. The Flubber's sexy shenanigans on her breasts got laughs out of Trish through her moans. Their playing felt good, but not as much as the playing the ball on her clit was doing.

The tiny Flub sucking down on Trish ceased sucking and popped off her clit. Then, blunt, stubby appendages like chubby fingers sprouted from its green body. They began twisting and knobbing on the clit. The Flub fingered it like Trish fingered the Flubber's head minutes ago. Then, the fingers got to playing as well. They squeezed and squished. They kneaded and elbowed. The gooey limbs beat Trish's button like a bongo drum. Each beat made Trish twitch. The Flub formed lips and nibbled. It even formed a small butt and grinded the wet pink clit between its gooey green cheeks like a micro-stripper. Trish's pelvis gyrated and tweaked like it was receiving electric shocks. She grabbed and clawed at the couch, unable to contain her ecstasy.

The Flubber inside Liz was still giving her a hard, steady drilling when she began to notice a change in its temperature. The once chilled Flubbercock was beginning to warm inside her. Slowly it began to match her body temperature. Trish then said, in a twitchy and breathy voice, "I think it's oowagh— it's getting warmer..." All Liz could do was nod in agreement as she watched the green goo dig in and out of herself.

All of the Flubber began playing and thrusting and bouncing harder and louder to the immense stimulation of Trish and Liz. Its yips and yahoos became louder and more excited. Intuiting what this meant, Liz grabbed Trish's hand, and squeezed tight. Trish squeezed back.

The Flubbercock interrupted its speedy thrusts for one big, deep push inside Liz. There, it gave her several small but forceful jerks as deep as it could go. All the Flubbers, even the ones throughout Trish's body, stalled in place, almost vibrating. The ball flubbing Trish's clit attached itself like a barnacle onto it. The flubs on her breasts pressed down on them. Finally, the Flubcock began to cock itself back inside Liz. She could feel its body fattening and bugling. She thought of a cannon, ready to fire. Liz and Trish were ready to be fired themselves. The Flubber cock stretched itself as it shot back out like a train stack inside Liz. It let out a scream from inside her:

"WAHHA HAHA AAHA~!!"

As the Flubber shot out, Liz felt the hot, slimy pumps landing blows inside of her. Three shots flew deeply into her, the cock pushing Liz's body up with each. The flubs throughout Trish's body began climaxing at the same time as the cock. The flubs began bouncing even more erratically, and she could feel their surfaces begin to warp and morph at random. Liz and Trish held hands as they both screamed shortly after the Flubber:

“AAAHAHAAAA~”

Both girls bodies felt the electric sensual stimulation of the Flubber’s erratic orgasm. They both let out streams of ejaculate that the Flubber was more than excited to be soaked in.

When the Flubber cock finished pumping its hot fluid into Liz, it began to lose its hardness. Spontaneously, its consistency changed. The once hard goo cock was reduced down to a loose puddle of slime. The balls throughout Trish’s body followed suit. The supple, rubbery balls were now flowing like honey on Trish’s nipples. The ones inside her surfaced onto her labia.

The girls laid back and caught their breaths. “Hah, hah, holy shit!” exclaimed Trish. After enough breaths, Liz pulled the even gooier Flubber out of her vagina as Trish also pulled the Flubber out of hers. Liz held out the now stringy Flubber in one hand and let it plop onto her other hand. She noticed the Flubber’s change in consistency and demeanor. It weakly purred. Trish asked, looking at the puddle she was holding, “Did we… did we kill it?” “I um… I’m not sure.” Liz answered, with plenty of worry in her voice.

The Flubber in Liz’s hands then bulged up slowly, forming a mound-like head. It looked at her and wooed lazily. Her worry melted away as she realized what was going on. Staring at it smiling, she said, “I think we found out how to calm him down.” Trish took the flub puddle she was holding and poured it into Liz’s hand. She the pulled off the flubs from her nipples. They left a sucking kissing sound as they came off of her. She put them in Liz’s hands as well, joining them to the main gooey mass, and then slouched back onto the couch.

“Alright, I’ve thought about it,” Trish said in a lazy, satisfied voice. “You can keep it.” Liz beamed with excitement at Trish. “Really?!” She said, eyes full of joy. “Yeah,” said Trish tiredly, “Just don’t forget to change its newspaper.” Liz turned back to the Flubber. She gave it a protracted ‘mwah’ kiss on its mound-head and batted her eyelashes at it. “You’re all mine!” The Flubber let out a wahoo! at the statement. She gave the Flubber another kiss, and it lazily kissed her back.

Trish rolled her eyes and looked away from the two’s display of affection. Still looking away, she said, blushing, “Just… let me get a turn with him now and then, would you?”

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Angel (pt. 3)

I COULDNT HELP IT OKAY

SOME MORE KOTOHA X DOUMA

EXCEPT NOW BABY INOSUKE IS THERE TOO ;-;

ENJOY!!

credit to the artist (wish I knew who it was) for the beautiful fanart

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“I’m going to eat you…” Douma sat with his legs crossed. He held the tiny, chubby, nutrient-rich infant over his mouth, his fangs glistening. He grinned, letting go of the child and letting him free fall, catching him in his cradled arms at the last minute. The child merely squealed happily. It was very amusing to him, how small and feeble humans were. He could easily devour it in one bite, but he knew that Kotoha would not be too pleased with that. And Douma simply couldn’t let such a pretty face be sullied with tears.

“You’re such an insignificant little thing, aren’t you?” Holding the boy in one arm, he ran his clawed finger down its face. If he pushed just a little harder, the child would bleed. It was hard for Douma to be delicate. The child grabbed his finger, putting it in his mouth.

Douma’s eyes widened, cocking his head to the side as he hummed in question. “Are you trying to eat me?” Douma couldn’t remember a time in his childhood where he wasn’t worshipped, so he wasn’t quite sure how normal children grew up. He grinned.

“Maybe when you’re a little older,” Douma placed his other pointer in his own mouth, piercing it with his teeth. He dangled it right above the boy as the blood welled up into a little sphere.

“I’ll share some of Lord Muzan’s blood with you, and you can live with me forever.” He whispered, eyes brightening at his idea. But he licked the blood away before the droplet fell. He sighed.

“However, I don’t think you’d survive the transformation right now.” He looked up at the ceiling, finger against his chin in thought. “You’d probably melt.” He looked down at the boy. “Right?”

The infant babbled back, making Douma smile. Humans were so much more interesting in their truest form; tiny helpless creatures. No wealth, or strength, or pride to hide behind. No pretending to be wise, or kind, or anything they weren’t. Crying when they’re hungry. Unable to function without a protector. In a way, Douma wished all of his worshippers were infants, instead of self-entitled, prideful bastards. It would make taking care of them a lot easier.

“Um, Lord Douma?” Speak of the devil.

“Yes~?” Douma set the boy down on the floor, letting him crawl as Douma laid on his stomach, watching him intently. He propped his head up on his arms. The baby crawled towards him, reaching a chubby hand up and grasping strands of Douma’s hair. He shoved the whole fist of hair in his mouth.

Toothless, and yet still trying to eat everything. What interesting determination.

Douma’s follower bowed his head. “There are people who would like to see you now.” He spoke quietly. Douma didn’t even look his way, pulling his hair away from the baby’s mouth.

“I will not be seeing anyone today.” Douma spoke casually. The man straightened suddenly.

“But sir, these people have been patiently waiting for their opportunity to meet with you-” “I must’ve not spoken loud enough.” Douma gave him a smile that should be sweet, but felt nothing like it.

He diverted his attention back to the infant, lifting him into the air. “I’ll repeat myself, I will not be seeing anyone today!” He spoke loudly, an edge to his voice that had his follower’s hand trembling. The man bowed again.

“Of course sir, I’ll let them know right away.” As the man turned to leave, he ran into a woman. She fell from the impact, the stuff in her hands dropping to the floor. The man scoffed. It was the woman taking the lord’s attention away from his subjects. Her and her wretched child.

“Get out of the way, pet.” That’s what she was, Lord Douma’s plaything for the time. Eventually he would tire of her and then throw her back out into the forest where she belonged. Before she arrived, Lord Douma never left his subjects to their own whims. It aggravated the man. Who was she, compared to him? He was one of Lord Douma’s chosen priests, spreading his words to his followers. She was just some harlot.

“Now now,” Douma’s voice licked up the man’s spine, causing his hairs to stand on end.

“That is not how we speak to lovely young women, is it?” In a moment, Douma towered over the man, standing beside Kotoha who was picking up the fruits that had been scattered across the floor. She placed them quietly into her basket.

Douma noticed her motions. “Stop moving Kotoha.” He spoke softly, but held all the command. Kotoha stilled, and Douma’s eyes slid lazily back to the man. Douma held the child against his chest. “I thought I taught my subjects how to show proper respect.” He furrowed his brows, pouting with disappointment.

The stench of fear filled Douma’s nose, and his expression faded into his easy smile. He snapped his fingers. “I know how to fix this.” He motioned one of his hands towards the ground, where Kotoha sat frozen.

“Pick them up for her,” the man stood silently. “Now.” The man dropped to the ground, hastily grabbing the basket out of Kotoha’s hands and filling it haphazardly with the fruits that were strewn everywhere.

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Kotoha watched with wide eyes as the man filled the basket with all of the fallen fruits, sitting up on his knees once he was finished. Having been with Lord Douma for over a month, she still couldn’t tell if his subjects’ blind obedience to him was out of respect for him, or fear of him. He seemed well-enough liked by them, and for as long as she’d been around him, he had been nothing but kind to her and her son.

But the situation was very tense, and even with Douma’s nonchalance, it was obvious that the man was terrified of upsetting him. “Kotoha.” There it was, that indescribable switch in his aura, when he spoke to her. She looked up at him.

“Yes, my lord?” He smiled at her. It was his most common expression. She recalled the way he had been smiling when her husband and his mother had died.

He outstretched his hand to her. “Stand up darling.” It was his nickname for her, and a part of her couldn’t tell if he used it to taunt her, to remind her of her abusive dead husband, or if it was his way of trying to make up for the loss of the man who was supposed to protect her.

She took his hand, always cool to the touch, and stood. He had her son cradled in one arm. Even with a child in his grasp, he exuded a tremendous air of power. The man bowed, head to the floor as his muffled voice rang out.

“My apologies my lord! I was not thinking, I should have treated her with the utmost respect. She is an important member of our temple-” Douma began to laugh. It was unnerving, echoing out into the silence of the room.

Kotoha touched his arm in concern. “My lord?” She asked gently.

“Why are you apologizing to me? I’m not the one you were so disgustingly rude to.” He stepped behind Kotoha, grabbing her by the arm. He lowered his face to her shoulder, voice dangerously low.

“It’s your lady you should be apologizing to.” He murmured, breath tickling Kotoha’s ear. She felt her heart pounding. The man’s eyes finally drifted to hers, wide with shock and disdain towards her. He was quiet.

“Well? Lady Kotoha is growing rather impatient.” Douma stood straight, crossing his arms. The man stared at Kotoha, slowly sinking back to the ground. “There you go~” Douma encouraged, voice barely above a whisper.

“Hashibira Kotoha, my-my lady. Please accept my apology for my deplorable behavior toward you earlier. I will not let it happen again.” His voice was strained. He had no desire to do this for Kotoha, but he did it anyways. Out of fear. Kotoha staggered a step, but Douma placed a firm hand against her back, pushing her closer to the prostrating man.

“So, what do you say darling? Do you accept his apology?” Kotoha felt his hand twitching against the small of her back. His eyes glistened menacingly, the same way they did after mutilating her husband. She knew that if she wasn’t quick with her response, something would happen to this man, something bad.

“I-I do!! I forgive him!” She blurted. She felt Douma’s hand still, his shoulders slumping as he sighed. Had he, wanted to punish the man?

He placed his hand on his hip. “Well, you heard her. Now, get out.” The man scrambled out of his way. She heard his silent thank you as he left.

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It was as if nothing had happened, the way he lifted her son into the air, giggling as the boy did the same.

“Kotoha, darling, remind me of his name again?” Kotoha smiled softly, walking behind him towards the center of the room.

“Inosuke.”

“Ah, yes. Little Inosuke. The little demon.” His nickname for her son made her giggle. She carefully took him out of Douma’s arms, cuddling him close to her face. He smelled sweet, faintly of a scent similar to the sweetness that poured off of Douma. The way plants smelled sweet to attract prey. It made her realize just how much time Douma spent with Inosuke.

“What are the fruits for?” Douma sat beside the basket that Kotoha had placed on the floor. Kotoha sank down and joined him, placing Inosuke on the floor beside her. Inosuke instantly grabbed a plum, putting it in his mouth and sucking on it. Douma stabbed one with his finger, looking at it curiously.

“Oh, I saw them at the market I visited. They were just so fresh, I had to bring some back for us.” She blushed. Douma glanced at her.

“For us?” He repeated. Kotoha nodded. “You’re welcome to eat them with us.”

Douma smirked. “I am actually quite full, but I am touched that you thought of me. In fact,” Douma scooped Inosuke back into his arms. It seemed he could not tire of her son.

“How about you eat, and I’ll spend time with the little demon.” Kotoha grinned. She was grateful for Douma’s kindness, as strange as the atmosphere was sometimes. Kotoha watched Douma take the plum out of Inosuke’s mouth, crushing it in his hand, and letting Inosuke eat the soft inside.

Kotoha could picture herself living beside Douma for a long, long time.

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Author’s Note: INOSUKE AND DOUMA 🥹 (I love them). And ugh, gotta love protective (ish? Since he doesn’t really have feelings? Idk man I’m working with what I got here) Douma. I hope you love this continuation of my lovely little drabble series.

Here’s Part 1, and Part 2!

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Unexpected Meeting

Pairing: Eddie Munson x mom!Reader

Summary: Eddie meets your parents and has a bit of a heart to heart with Wayne.

Word Count: 3489

The Twins Masterlist

Eddie made sure you had each other's numbers after that first day and since he did it in front of the girls they’ve begged you everyday to call him. And when you finally caved and gave in they always convinced him to come over whether it be for a movie or for lunch or dinner. You were fine with it, Eddie’s a complete sweetheart and you’ve appreciated how good he is at keeping their attention on him so you can get things done around the house more. 

The two of you were quick to become good friends too. Bonding between him helping you make your more elaborate dinners and the time you have to talk when the girls are playing together or the times that they go to sleep. So by the fourth day of him coming over he was just coming over after work without any prompting. The first time he did he turned into just the cutest thing when you opened the door. A shy smile on his face and full of apologies if he wasn’t welcome and explanations that he’d go home if you didn’t want him there. You had been quick to ease his worries with a ‘please Eddie, the girls and I adore you you’re always welcome’ before Primrose ran to hug his legs.

So when there’s a knock on the door today you’re only slightly shocked to find him on the other side expecting someone else.

“Eddie, hi.” You keep your voice quiet so the girls don’t hear you say his name and rush over. 

He barely gets a hi out in response as he takes in your appearance. Your hair is thrown up messily in an attempt to fix your bed head without actually brushing your hair and you’re still in an oversized shirt with Kermit the Frog on it and plaid pajama pants. You’ve very obviously only just woken up recently and Eddie can’t help but think how unfair it is that you look so pretty after basically just rolling out of bed. 

“What are you doing here?” He shakes his head slightly to get himself out of his daze.

“I brought breakfast.” He holds up the box of donuts that you finally notice in his hands. “Don’t worry I just got the girls munchkins since they made a mess last time with the full ones.” You move out of his way to let him in, shutting the door behind him and rubbing your eyes to rid yourself of the sleepiness you still feel. 

“Fair warning we’ve had tears this morning. Callie had a knot in the back of her head and untangling it was a nightmare.”

“Hopefully these help then.” 

“I’m sure they will. Do you wanna put them in the dining room and I’ll go get the girls?” He gives you a single nod kicking his shoes off and tucking them into the bottom of the stand. You head into the living room, heart breaking as Callie’s sniffles meet your ears again. Seeing Primrose holding her close and rubbing her shoulder in attempts to help her feel better mends it back together though. 

“How are we feeling Callie darling? Better?” She nods and wipes her chubby cheek with her hand while you crouch in front of the couch and bring her other hand to your lips.

“Who’s here mama?”

“Well Rosie baby someone must’ve sensed that we’ve had such a difficult morning because Eddie showed up with breakfast.” Her face lights up at that and she gets off the couch running to the dining room. “What do you say Callie, wanna go eat some donuts and see our friend Eddie?”

“Yeah.” You pick her up carrying her on your hip into the dining room where Eddie’s helping Primrose pick through the box of munchkins. Upon seeing you he crosses the room and takes her from your arms into his own motioning with his head for you to go eat.

“Hello miss Callie I heard your morning was full of owches, is that true?” 

“Mama didn’t mean to.”

“Of course she didn’t! It was all that mean brushes fault wasn’t it?” She’s full of giggles at the extravagantness of Eddie’s words. “Would some sweets help make you feel better?” She smiles and nods at him and he moves to sit her down next to her sister at the table.

“I should go get some plates.” You go to head into the kitchen but Eddie blocks your path.

“You go eat some of the jelly filled ones because they’re your favorite and I’ll get plates.” You just nod and take a seat too tired to argue with him about him being the guest this time around.

“I feel like I’m forgetting about something.” You bring up an hour later as you stand from your spot on the floor where you were going through the records stored in the stereo set up. Eddie looks over at you from where he’s drawing with the girls as you do.

“What do you think it could be?”

“I don’t know.” You hum and sit across from him at the table. “Do you remember if I said anything about having plans with Steve or Robin?”

“No, I’m pretty sure Steve’s hanging out with Dustin after work and Robin’s supposed to hang out with Nancy.”

“Okay, so it’s not that. I know it doesn’t have anything to do with the stove again because I’ve barely even been in the kitchen today.” A couple days ago you had forgotten to turn it off after taking dinner out because Primrose had called for you right after. Eddie was the one who realized it upon his travels to see if it was cool enough to eat yet. “The girls don’t have any appointments or anything. My interview at Family Video is next week.” You start going down the list of what it could be. “My parents are coming-wait what day is it Eddie?”

“Friday, you losing track of time now Princess?” He’s teasing, he knows how your days have been blending together with the hecticness of the move. It's something you admitted to him one night this week while you rested your head on his shoulder and watched a movie after putting the girls to bed.

“Shiitake mushrooms!” Your way of preventing yourself from cursing causes your girls to burst into laughter and Eddie looks at you with an amused smile. “Alright Eddie I can’t prepare you for this at all. You’re most likely going to be meeting my parents today.”

“What?” His smile falls and he immediately gets filled with anxiety. He’s never been great with the whole meeting the parents thing, he was stumbling all over himself when he met Joyce and Claudia for the first time and the first time he met Mike's parents was an absolute mess. “Are they anything like Steve’s parents? Should I leave?” Though he’s never met Steve’s parents he’s heard enough about them to know that they aren’t great.

“No!” The twins yell out together Primrose wrapping her arms around Eddie's arm that’s next to her.

“You have to finish drawing with us.” Callie adds on.

“They’re not like Steve’s parents but they still have their faults like everyone does. Oh God, what time is it?” Eddie checks his watch and lets you know it’s almost ten. “There’s no time for you to leave then they’re probably almost here. If there’s one thing I know about my parents it’s that they’re always right on time. God there’s not even time to get the girls dressed.”

“Why does that-” He’s cut off with a knock on the front door and everyone seems to freeze in place. The girls look at you wide eyed because they still aren’t used to people coming to the door. It reminds you of yourself as a child when you’d hide from the people who would come to the door. You feel like doing that now as you look at your pajamas, taking a deep breath in to prepare yourself just as the door opens.

“Y/n, girls! Guess who’s here!”

“Nana!” The girls are out of their seats in no time and bounding into the entranceway.

“They’re nice I swear, they’re just probably gonna make a few comments to me but that’ll be just about as mean as they can get.” You whisper to Eddie to hopefully ease some of his anxiety before standing up to greet your parents as they enter the room. “Hi mom!” You hug her the best you can with Primrose in her arms.

“Good morning darling. How come none of you are dressed yet? It’s ten in the morning, not to mention you knew we were coming over. You know you shouldn’t greet guests in pajamas.”

“Sorry, I completely forgot that today was when you were coming and we had a little bit of a rough start this morning so I figured I’d let them stay in their pjs a little longer. How have you been?”

“The house is so quiet now without you girls in it. Oh, who’s this?” She spots Eddie as she moves to sit at the table and he offers up a smile.

“This is my friend Eddie, he’s been a big help with the girls and unpacking things this past week.”

“It’s nice to meet you Mrs. Y/l/n.” He stands and offers his hand to her. “I was actually just about to leave to get ready for work.” You know he’s fibbing, he doesn’t work on Fridays or Saturdays but you don’t take it personally. If you were in his position you’d probably do the same thing.

“Hey there pumpkin!” 

“Dad!” Your face lights up as he enters the room and you rush over to get a hug from him. One thing you miss about living at home is getting one of his warm hugs when you started being too hard on yourself. He lets go of Callie’s hand to hug you, his arms holding you to his chest in a tight embrace.

“Dave, this is Y/n’s friend Eddie.” Your mom introduces Eddie before you have the chance to just as you start to back out of his arms.

“I don’t know an Eddie.” He looks up away from you and Eddie bangs his leg against the chair as he tries to move around it to greet your father.

“Eddie’s a new friend, I met him through Steve.” He looks at you as you rub your arm out of a shyness you’ve always had with introducing new people to your parents.

“Edward Munson sir, it’s nice to meet you.” Eddie stops next to you and stretches his arm out for a handshake.

“Edward?” Your face scrunches up at his full name and Eddie’s deer caught in a headlight eyes move to look at you for a split second before going back to your father who bursts out laughing.

“There’s no need to be so formal, son, I’m not your boss or anything.” He shakes his hand in a firm shake covering Eddie’s with his other one. “A friend of Y/n’s is a friend of the family’s no matter how new. Are you hanging around for a while?”

“No sir, I have to get going if I don’t want to be late for work. Just wanted to bring breakfast for Y/n and the girls this morning.”

“Good lad! And please just call me Dave, sir was my father.”

“I’ll walk you out Eddie.” You let a chuckle escape your lips at your dad's corny words. “Girls, you wanna say bye.”

“Bye Eddie!” Primrose calls from your mom's lap happily back at coloring while Callie tugs on his pants to get him to hug her.

“But we didn’t finish the picture.”

“How bout I come over again soon and we’ll finish it?” Callie nods and hugs him harder. It’s almost enough for Eddie to admit to not actually having to work and stay.

“Dad, there's munchkins in the kitchen if you’re hungry.” You say to him as you pass him following Eddie out of the room.

“Sorry about skipping out Princess. I’m just no good at first meetings.” He leans over to get his shoes on.

“You don’t have to apologize. I completely get it, I’m sorry I couldn’t give you more of a heads up.”

“Hey, don’t worry about it, it’s not your fault. There’s just a lot on your plate right now. Besides now I can see Wayne for a bit between him waking up and going to work.”

“Okay, I’ll call you later?”

“I’ll be waiting for it Princess.” He sends a wink your way as he leaves and you try to dampen your smile on your way back to the dining room.

“So who is this girl anyway?” Wayne asks as Eddie enters the trailer humming a tune that he immediately recognizes as a Beatles song. His words make Eddie pause in the living room. He hasn’t been able to tell Wayne about you yet with their opposing schedules and him being over your house so often.

“How do you know about her?”

“I know you boy, you don’t listen to anything other than your music unless you’re being forced to or you’ve got a crush. And I know I haven’t made you listen to the Beatles recently.” Eddie blushes slightly at Wayne being so on the nose. You had put Abbey Road on after finding it in your grandma's records to give some background noise while you sort through them and Eddie colored with the girls. “Now why don’t you come eat some lunch with me and tell me about her.”

“She’s new to town, we met the other day at Family Video. She’s Steve’s cousin and her grandparents left her their house which isn’t actually that far away, I don’t even think it’s a full mile.” Eddie explains as they eat the sandwiches his uncle put together. “She’s great Wayne, I think you’d like her. She’s funny and kind and her kids are just adorable.”

“She’s got kids?” Eddie nods, mouth full.

“Twin girls. I’ve been helping her keep them distracted so she can unpack and get everything in order.”

”Isn’t that something their father should be doing?” Wayne doesn’t say it to judge or be malicious, Eddie knows that but it doesn’t stop his first reaction to be to jump to your defense.

“He’s not around, she’s raising two five year olds by herself.” Wayne just hums a slow smile forming on his face. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“She must be something special for you to get all worked up that quickly.”

“Hey Wayne?” Eddie asks a few minutes later as his uncle gets up to put their plates in the sink. His voice gets quiet a sign that he’s about to ask his uncle something serious. “Is it wrong to care about someone this much so quickly after just meeting them?” Wayne sits across from his nephew, his son, knowing that if he sits down to have this conversation with him he’ll be late for work but not caring a bit.

“I’ve only ever loved someone strongly twice in my life and both times it happened almost all at once. The first was your aunt and I knew I loved her a month after we met. Do you know the second one?” Eddie just shakes his head. “You, boy. I started loving you the first time you wrapped your little hand around my finger at the hospital and that love only grew throughout the years. Eddie you’re a lot like me when it comes to those you love, you start loving them quick and you love them hard. Just look at that group of kids you were willing to risk everything for.” 

Eddie swallows a lump in his throat at both Wayne talking about how he loves him and the reminder of what happened almost a year and a half ago. Wayne stands up and places a firm hand on Eddie’s shoulder in the comforting way he always does when he’s about to give him advice.

“It’s not wrong to start loving someone so quickly, especially with the way you love. And you have a great judge of character so I’m sure whatever you are feeling for this girl is valid.” With that he gives Eddie’s shoulder a squeeze and walks over to put his jacket on.

“Thanks Wayne.”

“Anytime.” He sends him a nod before leaving Eddie to think about what he said. 

Eddie’s phone rings later that night at around eight thirty and he answers it being ninety percent sure it’s going to be you on the other end.

“Hey Princess.” You can hear the smile in his voice and it carves on onto your own face.

“How’d you know it was me, Eds?”

“Figured when you called it was gonna be after you put the girls to bed. How’d that go tonight?” Eddie’s been around for enough bedtimes the past week to know that most nights it was difficult to get them to stay in bed when you did get them to actually go upstairs. 

“It was really easy tonight. I think my parents being here all day helped tire them out because I only got a few pages into Howl’s Moving Castle before they were out like lights. What’d you end up doing all day?”

“I talked with Wayne before he went to work and then continued learning the song I’m teaching myself on guitar.” 

“Are you gonna tell me what it is yet?”

“Nope, it’s a surprise.” You’ve been asking him since the first time he mentioned learning a new song and he’s been keeping it in like a sealed safe. “How was your day with your parents?”

“Good, the dining room and kitchen are both officially packed and unpacked now. They took some boxes for donation to drop off after they left so the front room is a little cleared out now too. Dad only brought up how weird you were during introductions once.” You add the last sentence purely to tease him but it doesn’t stop Eddie from worrying slightly.

“You’re messing with me right?”

“Course I am Eddie. He told me that you seemed like a nice young man.” He breathes out a sigh of relief and that makes you laugh a little bit. “My mom however was almost completely convinced we were dating with how you were at the house that early and how nervous you were when meeting them.” You don’t tell him how flustered you got when she insinuated that he spent the night or how even though you shouldn’t be ready to start dating so soon after the move that if he were to ask you out you’d most likely say yes. “She had been so excited at the thought of the girls having a father figure that it was hard to break the truth to her. Luckily dad was there to get us off of the topic.” He put on a big act about himself ‘not being enough’ after she brought it up because he could see how uncomfortable you were getting with the turn of conversation.

“Oh.” It’s all he can think to say and he wants to slap himself for not thinking of something witty or funny.

“They liked you though, told me to invite you over the next time they came over so they could get to know you. Don’t feel obligated to come though when I do bring it up next this is how they’ve always been with meeting my friends.”

“I’d like that actually, now that I’ve got the first meeting out of the way I’ll be less awkward around them. Besides I’m not planning on ever not being in your life again so I’ll have to get to know them eventually.”

“Okay.” How big the smile on your face is and the fact that you’re twirling the phone cord like a teenager is embarrassing.

“So what do you have left to unpack?”

“I have to finish my bedroom and some of the girls' toys aren’t quite unpacked yet but I have those stashed away in the spare bedroom so they don’t realize it. Are you coming over tomorrow?”

“Do you want me to come over tomorrow?” He was planning on stopping over eventually anyway but he wants, needs really, to hear you say that you want him there.

“Yeah, if you’re not too busy or anything I’d like it if you came. The girls would love it too, maybe you could even come with us when we go shopping for some school stuff since they start in a few weeks.”

“When do you want me over?” The two of you continue talking until you start to slowly fall asleep on your side and Eddie hangs up under the disguise of being tired himself.

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∘₊✧ [[ Sun, Surf & Sand ]] ✧₊∘

Pairing ||  Fives x GN!Reader Word count || 987 Warnings || Brief mentions of PTSD, Fluff, So much fluff. Overview || Self indulgent Fives takes his family to the beach feels, in honour of father's day! 'Fives' prompt for @clonexreaderbingo

Crashing waves and salty air backdrop your perfect day, the shriek of your little one pulling your attention from your trashy romance novel.

Fives has your toddler by the hand, standing at the water's edge with not a care in the world. He looks so good like this, his tanned skin glowing in the light as he lifts the toddler over another wave. The small girl yells in delight as the water tickles her toes, her interaction with the water managed with care by her doting father. 

Fives doesn't want her to fear water like he does, the endless blue stirring memories of Kamino. He remembers being tossed out to sea, his survival skills tested in a brutal five day training session. He also remembers time spent below the waves, his flash training ill preparing him for deep sea diving. None of it had been enjoyable, the company of his own heartbeat prevailing over every memory, and none of it could hold a candle to the beach he stood upon. Cold unfeeling water had been swapped for warm waves, and complaining brothers had been swapped for a happy family. His little Sarad was smiling at him like he'd hung the stars, all chubby checks and sparkling eyes. And you? He's pretty sure you've never looked prettier. you're laid on a towel with a drink in one hand, and a book in the other - your eyes soft as they catch his. He stops to appreciate the sight for a moment, just long enough for a ware to crest over Sarad's waist. She squeals in surprise and holds tight to him, her little arms barely covering his chest.

"Woah, you alright there lil one?"

She nods, her curls tickling his jaw with each move.

"You sure? We can say hello to your Buir for a bit if you want. Maybe build a sandcastle?” 

She nods again and Fives takes this as a sign she’s done with the water, at least for now. He drops her to her feet once the water laps at his ankles, watching with a smile as she totters up the beach with giggles. He’s not at all surprised to see you’ve pulled out a holorecorder, your form dropped to one knee to get Sarad’s best angle; and he can’t help but tease you as you lift the cam to include him in the shot. 

“Why cyare, I’d never thought you’d ask! Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!”

He watches you roll your eyes, your expression giving away the flush of heat that rises to your cheeks.

“We’re already married, di’kut” “And what if I wanted to marry you again?” He’d marry you a billion times if he could, on as many planets as you wanted. All he wanted was for you to feel loved and appreciated, to know that you’d been and always would be the center of his galaxy. 

“I don’t think it’s entirely necessary ...” “Oh, but it is!” He beams as he cuts you off, happy to watch the effect his words have on you. The subtle shift of weight from side to side, the shift of your brows and lips; it all tells him he’d made you feel warm and happy. “But what about the cost?” “What about it?” “We can’t afford it, not on that ‘pension’ they gave you” Fives scoffs. The republic had decided some years back that his service deserved a soldier’s pension. It was, in his opinion, nothing more than a publicity stunt. The sum was barely enough to repay his vode for years of pain and loss, but it was also better than nothing - which was what they were due to get before Senator Chuchi stepped in. “My brothers will help.” “Fives, I don’t want them paying for something we don’t need.” He drops beside you with a chuckle, gathering Sarad into his arms and settling her atop his crossed legs. The blanket more than protected her from the warm sand, but he was feeling indulgent and protective today; her happy giggles encouraged his internal desire to dote on her. “I didn’t mean it like that. Kix got himself ordained. All we have to do is give him a time and date.” Your eyes widen in shock, then laughter; the expression warming your face as you retrieve a bottle of sun lotion from your bag. “Did he know? Why does that not surprise me.” Fives laughs alongside you, passing a small toy to Sarad to keep her occupied while you cover her skin in a protective layer of lotion. “He said, and I quote. ‘I’m not letting any of you di’kute ruin your cyare’s special day’. Anyone would think we can’t do serious” Your soft laughter turns to guffaws, the sound violent enough to make you snort. He’s not sure why you find it so embarrassing. He loves it when he can elicit this kind of laughter, your form near hunched over as you nurse aching ribs. “I can’t see why he’d think such a thing, I really can’t.” You spend the next few moments in laughter, settling Sarad between you to play with her toys. She’s still too young to understand the concept of making a sandcastle. For her the fun is in the filling of the bucket, and the demolishing of the castle. She doesn’t even wait for her father to say ‘ta-da!’. She’s already pushed her hands into the damp sand with a giggle, pushing the sand about to further explore its texture. “So, you in? Or ...” You lift your head with a shy smile, your eyes full of warm love as you sit on your haunches. “Only on one condition.” “Oh? And what might that be?” “That Echo and Sarad have to be our flower girls” He can't help but mirror your playful smile, his chest blooming with laughter as he reaches over to shake your hand. “You’ve got yourself a deal, cyar'ika.”