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Hooked On A Feeling

Chapter Twenty-Five - Future Mrs Ricciardo

Daniel is a Formula One driver, but, more importantly, he was a single dad to a wonderful little girl. He wants her to be a normal little girl, to have a normal social life, so he sends her to daycare. That was where she met Milo, her future best friend.

Milo's mother was incredibly stressed. She worked so hard to provide a good life for her son. But then he makes a new friend, a friend who has a hot dad (ofc they fall in love)

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Daniel spent all of December and January ring shopping. It was just so difficult, trying to decide on the perfect one. He'd seen the dainty rings she wore on her finger. All of them were flat. None of them were the kind of ring with a rock.

Something flat. Daniel knew she would like something flat, something that didn't have any kind of diamond sticking out. But that made finding the perfect one so much harder.

First, Daniel wanted to ask her and Milo to move into his house. By February, he'd decided it was time, decided he wanted to pick up all of her things and move them to his house. He wanted to see her books on the shelves, her blankets on the sofa, her mug beside his in the cupboards.

Fast forward to Valentines day. Olivia was supposed to be at her mothers house, but Kerry-Ann had a date and begged Daniel to take her.

(She watched the entire interaction, watched the way Kerry-Ann stepped closer to Daniel. Her hand touched his chest and she pouted her lips, begging him to take Olivia while she went on her Valentines date. The fact that she thought she needed to beg showed she really didn't know Daniel at all.)

Olivia and Milo spent the night at Olivia's Grand Parent's house. They watched movies, ate dinner in front of the television and filled in their colouring books until they went to bed.

"I'm thinking dinner and a movie," said Daniel as he pulled her towards him, pulling her onto his lap.

She straddled him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I think I like what you're thinking," she said and kissed him, playing with the hair at the back of his neck. "But I'm also happy with staying here and breaking the couch in."

Daniel couldn't help but frown. "The couch isn't new," he answered, and she bounced in his lap. His eyes widened. "Oh wow," he said. "Wow, yeah, I like that." His hands settled on her hips. "But I do still want to take you out for dinner."

When she pouted, Daniel kissed her and her pout disappeared. "Come on, my love," he said. "It's our first Valentines day together and I want to treat you."

She kissed him again. "Okay. But, instead of a movie, we can come back here and..."

"I love it." He stood up and gently put her on the floor. "Go and get dressed. I wasn't to get you back here as soon as possible." Daniel pointed her in the direction of the bedroom and smacked her ass, as if to get her going.

She got showered and dressed in as quick a time as she could. She dried and brushed her hair, styling it with pins, and did her makeup. If they were going for dinner, she was going to make sure she looked fucking perfect.

When Daniel walked into the bedroom to retrieve a his own clothes, he covered his eyes. "I'm not looking, I swear," he said as he dug through the closet.

He got changed in the living room, folding his clothes and leaving them on the couch. When he was ready, Daniel sat down and called his daughter.

When she walked out of the bedroom and into the living room, Daniel damn near dropped his phone. "Is that my momma?" Milo asked, his face appearing on the screen.

"Yeah, Milo, it is," he said as he strode over to her. He turned the camera around, showing Milo and Olivia just how gorgeous she looked. She did a twirl and took the phone from Daniel, saying hello to the kids as he stood behind her, hands on her hips.

"Well, we'll see you guys tomorrow, yeah?" She said to Milo and Olivia.

"Bye, guys!" Daniel called from behind her.

"Bye!" Milo and Olivia chorused, ending the call.

When Daniel turned her around, she slipped his phone into his pocket. She kissed the underside of his jaw as Daniel gripped her hips. "You know, now I kinda regret insisting that we go to dinner."

She stepped away from him, giving him an unimpressed look as she did so. "I did not get all pretty like this for nothing." She pressed a finger to his chest as she said it. "C'mon, Honey Badger. Take me to dinner."

Dinner was, well, fantastic. It was a small Italian place. Daniel hadn't given his real name when making the reservation, and they damn near shit their pants when he walked in.

They couldn't be more apologetic that they'd sat them in one of the worst seats in the house. But it was Valentines day and it was incredibly busy.

But the food was good, the service was good and the wine went to her head a little bit. Their table was lit by candles. Everything was perfect.

Daniel had his arm wrapped around her as they walked down the street. They didn't head back to the car immediately, instead walking under the stars. "Hang on," he said, stopping to tie his shoelaces.

But his shoelaces were tied already. And, suddenly, he had a little black box in his hand. "Y/N," Daniel called and she turned towards him. "I've got an important question."

Her hands covered her mouth as he pulled open the box. What kind of ring would a man like Daniel choose for her? Whatever it was, she'd wear it with pride.

But the box didn't have a ring inside. No, it had a key. "Will you move in with me?"

She couldn't stop herself from hitting his shoulder. "Asshole, I thought you were going to propose!"

Still, Daniel was on his knee, waiting for an answer. "Yes," she said, taking the key from the box. "Yes, I'll move in with you."

Daniel stood up and kissed her. "Let me take you home, Roomie," he said with a grin, taking her hand and leading her back to the car. "I just gotta know, will you smack me like that when I do propose?"

"Propose and find out," she said with a grin as Daniel pulled open the car door for her.

When the season started a month later, Daniel wanted to take her everywhere with him. He wanted her by his side as he walked through the paddock, wanted her watching him as he drove.

But she was still working and he went alone. But it was okay, it just meant that she'd be at home, watching the race with the kids.

The drivers that had met her, loved her. They asked Daniel about her whenever they got a moment. He loved talking about her. He loved talking about all of his little family and couldn't stop once he'd started.

Only Max knew he was going to propose. Only Max had seen the ring. Only Max knew how Daniel was going to do it. He just needed to give his friend a little reassurance.

It was back in Australia. Daniel had a weekend of no racing and he wanted to get away.

He booked a cabin for the two of them, took her away for just the weekend while Milo and Olivia stayed with his parents. Daniel didn't tell her. He didn't tell her until he was packing their bags (with no idea what to pack for her).

She walked in on him, shoving things into their bags. "Danny," she said softly, placing her hand on his shoulders. "What're you doing?"

He let out a sigh as he stood up. "I... am taking you away for the weekend."

Holy shit, he was going to propose.

Wordlessly, she began putting things into her bag. She grabbed things from her underwear drawer and put them in her bag without letting Daniel see what it was.

Once her bag was zipped up, she turned to him and threw her arms around his shoulders. "Love you," she said as she kissed him.

Daniel could hardly keep himself from telling her as he drove them up to the cabin. He kept his hand on her thigh as he parked up (doing that thing where he drove with one hand, palm against the steering wheel).

Their bags weren't heavy, but Daniel insisted on carrying both of them. The cabin was nice and secluded, the next one a few miles doing the road.

"Have you ever fucked on a porch?" He grinned as he carried the bags into the cabin, flexing like crazy.

They had sex on the porch. They had sex on the rug, sex by the fire. It was damn near impossible to separate them.

Daniel was constantly looking for the right moment to propose. He wanted to, he so badly wanted to. But it wasn't the right moment.

The right moment came on Sunday. They'd spent the night unable to separate, his cock moving through her folds, her body moving on top of his.

In the morning light, with her body wrapped in the white sheets, hair covering the pillow, Daniel found his moment. He wrapped his arms around her mid section and pulled her closer. "Marry me," he said and kissed her bare shoulder.

"Sure," she muttered, fingers tracing his tattoo.

"No, I'm being serious," he said, turning her body to face him. "Marry me."

She grinned and leaned in to kiss him. "Yes, Daniel Ricciardo, I'll marry you."

Suddenly Daniel was out of the bed. He ran to his bag, pulled the ring from its box and slipped it onto her finger. "Future Mrs Ricciardo," he whispered and kissed her, pulling her body against his.

(When they picked up the kids later that evening, Daniel introduced Y/N to his parents as his ex girlfriend. Nobody was impressed by that.)

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The Younger Kind Part 57 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley gets home in time to take care of you when you need him the most, and he's ready to push aside his own exhaustion to let Noah celebrate Halloween. Announcements and plans are made, including some that you're looking forward to a lot more than Bradley is.

Warnings: pregnancy topics, mentions of miscarriage, swearing, smutty blowjob, angst, fluff, and age gap (18+)

Length: 4100 words

Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader

Check out my masterlist for more! The Younger Kind masterlist.

When Noah woke up on Halloween, he made his way into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes as he went. Then he stopped short next to the table. "Daddy?"

Bradley spun around to see his son standing there in disbelief. "Hey, Bub," he said as a smile bloomed across his face. "I missed you." He knelt down, and Noah immediately trotted across the room and right into his open arms. "I made it back just in time to go trick-or-treating with you."

He kissed Noah's cheek and buried his nose in his son's soft curls, inhaling the scent of home. "We're all going to go," Noah said with conviction. "Even Skittles has a costume. And Aunt Natasha is going to get one, too. She promised."

"Then I guess it will be a party," Bradley told him, deciding now wasn't the best time to mention that you may rather spend the evening in bed. "Are you hungry?" he asked, standing up with his son in his arms, simply because he wasn't ready to stop holding him. "Do you want pancakes?"

Bradley knew it was bad when a four year old looked at you like he was convinced anything you tried to cook would be inedible. "Can Mommy make them?"

"Wow," Bradley said, trying not to laugh. He was pretty convinced five minutes ago that he'd be able to follow the directions on the box, but maybe not. "Do you really think Mommy is that much better at cooking than I am?"

"Yes. She is. Can she make the pancakes?"

Bradley laughed and kissed his cheek again. "How about I give it the old college try since Mommy is still sleeping, okay?" He held Noah while he measured out the water, but when it was time to crack an egg, he set him down at the table with a glass of milk and an activity book that you or Nat must have got for him. He looked at the egg, not quite trusting himself, and he cracked it into a bowl instead directly into the pancake mix. He ended up picking pieces of the shell out of the bowl, but once he started to stir everything together, it looked pretty damn good.

"Okay," he muttered, wondering if you'd want to eat breakfast in bed if he managed to pull this off. He should order one of those tray tables for you to use. He dumped some of the batter into the hot pan and started to look online for a purple tray when he got a little distracted.

"Daddy," Noah said, pointing to the stove as soon as Bradley smelled the pancake starting to burn.

"Shit," he muttered under his breath, setting his finally fully charged phone aside. "It's okay, I'll eat this one," he promised, flipping it over with a spatula to reveal a blackened, smoking mess. Now he paid close attention to what he was doing, and the next ones turned out pretty well, but it was too late.

"What did you burn?" you asked from the doorway with a smile. When Bradley tossed the spatula aside and rushed to your side, you said, "For a minute there, I thought it was all a dream, and that you weren't really home yet at all. But then I smelled something burning and knew you must be."

He wrapped one arm around your waist, tilted your chin up with his fingers and kissed you, hoping to convey just how badly he had missed you. He didn't stop until Noah asked, "Mommy, can you make the pancakes?"

"Let's let Mommy rest," Bradley replied, stroking your neck with his fingertips. "Do you want me to bring a plate of food into the bedroom?" he asked you.

You shook your head and whispered, "I'm okay. I might take a nap later, but I'm fine, Daddy." Then you took his hand gently in yours and brought it to rest on your belly. "So is this little one."

"I wouldn't have blamed you," he blurted out, and you tucked your face against his chest. As your arms snaked around his waist, he said, "I would have been sad, but only because I'm so excited for the baby. But I wouldn't have blamed you or been upset with you, Princess."

You nodded and whispered, "I know. It was so scary though. And I don't think I could have gone much longer without you here."

"I'm home. And I'm cooking and doing everything. You've got nothing to worry about."

"Mommy, please," came Noah's exasperated voice. "The pancakes."

You started laughing against Bradley. "Do you want dinosaur pancakes?" you asked, and Noah gasped in delight. "I'll take that as a yes. Step aside, Daddy. Watch and learn."

But he didn't step aside. He stood behind you with his chin resting on your shoulder and told you over and over again how much he loved you while you prepared the most adorable breakfast he'd ever seen in his life. You cut up a pancake to look like a stegosaurus body and added spikes made out of sliced strawberries. You used part of a banana as the neck, and added chocolate chips as eyes.

"Damn," Bradley said. "That's almost as cute as you are. Can I have one, too?" Then you cut up the burned pancake and made a much less cute looking dinosaur while he laughed the whole time. "Thanks. That's exactly how I wanted it."

"You're welcome," you told him with a smirk as you took some of the good pancakes for yourself. He guided you over to the table with all of the plates of breakfast, and Noah abandoned his book while he clapped his hands.

"Thank you, Mommy," he said as he shoved some strawberries into his mouth.

Then Bradley guided you down onto his lap and held you while you ate. "It's good to be home. When you're done eating, I want you to get back in bed and wait for me," he whispered, tracing your side gently with his fingers while he stuck his fork into his burnt dinosaur pancake.

"Oh, I'm sorry," you said softly. "We can't do that. Not for a few more weeks. The doctors said my uterus has to thicken a bit more, and I-"

"Baby," Bradley said a little louder. "No. Don't apologize. I don't care about that. I want you to rest, but I also want to show you the books I bought in Tokyo."

You looked at him over your shoulder, and he kissed your cheek. "I want you to know that I did miss you that way, too."

"I missed you in every way imaginable, Princess."

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Bradley ended up carefully carrying you to bed as you yawned, and he promised to clean up the kitchen and get things ready for Halloween.

"I want you to relax," he said for at least the tenth time as he dug around in his still unpacked duffle bag. "I'll take Noah out to buy some pumpkins in a little bit, and I'll leave you a sandwich in the fridge that you can eat when you want it. But in the meantime, look how cool these are."

He sat on the edge of the bed next to your thigh and handed you a stack of Japanese children's books. You smiled and looked at the covers. They ranged from some meant for a baby to ones that Noah would be interested in when he started school. "You were really thinking about your family the whole time, huh?"

"Every second I was gone," he promised, leaning down to kiss you. He would take care of everything, and Nat promised she'd come back later, and you really did almost feel like you could relax. But you still felt a little guilty even as he ran his lips and mustache along your cheek to your ear and whispered your name.

"You must be exhausted and jetlagged," you told him. "You're the one who should be resting."

He just shook his head, kissed you one more time and said, "I'll call Nat if I need her. Otherwise, I'm perfect because I'm with you. Rest."

Then he was gone, and you drifted off into the kind of beautiful sleep where you didn't have to worry about what time it was or when Noah needed to eat again. When you woke up after noon to a completely silent house, you ate your sandwich and then went right back to bed. Eventually Noah's laughter and the warm afternoon light that seemed impossible to sleep through had you out of bed again, but when you looked around the house, you didn't see anyone. The back door was open, and when you went into the kitchen, you saw Bradley and Noah carving pumpkins on the deck.

You walked outside in the random clothing you'd been sleeping in, and as soon as the sun hit your face, you didn't feel as exhausted anymore. "Mommy's up!" Noah cheered, jumping up to hug you with his slimy, orange hands.

"Don't touch her until you wash your hands, Bub," Bradley called out with a grimace. "Too late."

"It's okay," you told him, kissing the top of Noah's head. "Are you happy Daddy made it home in time for Halloween?"

He looked up at you with a little crease along his brow. "I knew he would. That's why we bought him a costume."

"Speaking of which," Bradley said as he kissed your cheek without putting his messy hands on you, "it's almost time to get changed to go collect candy."

"And ride in the wagon!" Noah exclaimed.

"What wagon?" you asked.

"You'll see," Bradley replied with a little smirk.

After a leisurely shower during which you didn't have to worry about anything except yourself, you dressed in your princess costume that you and Noah picked out from the Halloween warehouse and put on some makeup. Then you added your brand new crown, and you thought you looked pretty incredible. When you walked out to the living room and saw Noah dressed as a little prince, your heart melted.

"Sweet Noah," you gushed as he held onto his treat bag, all ready to go. He was wearing his yellow paper crown that Bradley managed to procure from some unknown spot in the house, and he just looked precious.

"I like your crown, Mommy," he said, pointing to the gold one you were wearing.

You smiled. "I like my purple paper crown better."

"Don't laugh." You turned to see Bradley standing behind you in his rather ill fitting knight costume. It kind of looked like he was wearing aluminum foil that was a size too small, but he had a smile on his face, and his costume crinkled when you hugged him. "Hey, Mav and Penny are planning to stop by to take some photos with Noah, but if you want me to call them back and tell them we just want a quiet evening, I can do that."

You shook your head against his crunchy costume as you laughed. "We should tell them about the baby when they get here."

"Yeah?" he asked excitedly. "You want to?"

"I mean, Nat and Javy know. Dr. Kelly knows. I think Mav and Penny should know now, too."

"I love this idea," he whispered, letting his fingers gently glide along the front of your dress. "You're feeling better now?"

You nodded, but Noah didn't really let you answer before he started clapping as he looked out the front door. "Aunt Natasha is back!"

She walked in dressed as a jester and picked Noah up to give him a kiss. A minute later, Maverick, Penny and Amelia were all there as well, and phones were being passed around along with Noah, because everyone wanted their picture with the tiny prince.

"Okay, let me take one of everyone in front of the pumpkins on the porch," Bradley said as he collected a few phones in his hands and headed outside. He smirked at you as he added, "Everyone needs to squeeze together a little bit more. Make sure both of my kids are in there."

"Both?" Penny asked before she gasped, and the first photo Bradley took was of her turning to look at you with wide eyes. "Both?!"

"I'm pregnant," you announced with a smile, and the second photo Bradley took was of everyone else with wide eyes, too. And he snapped a few more where Nat was holding Noah with a grin on her face while the others all hugged you.

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After a brief argument on your end, Bradley managed to get you and Noah both settled into the oversized wagon he bought earlier this afternoon. Then he clipped Skittles' leash on before attaching her tiny crown to her head. "There we go. The royal family is now complete."

"Have fun!" Nat called out, waving from the front porch with the bowl of candy, already crowded with neighborhood kids looking for their treats.

"I don't need to be pulled in a wagon all night," you protested as Bradley scoffed.

"What kind of knight would I be if I wasn't doting on the two of you." Skittles barked, so he added, "I meant the three of you."

"Four," you said, pointing to your belly as he pulled the wagon down the driveway.

"My point is," he said loudly, "I will be doting on my entire family all night long, and there's nothing you can do about it. Please keep your arms and legs inside the royal carriage until we come to a complete stop."

He very dutifully pulled up to each house before lifting Noah out and taking him up to collect his piece of candy. Bradley got the chance to enjoy so many of his neighbors telling him how sweet his son looked, and he kept reminding Noah to say thank you. After about an hour, two treat bags had been filled up with candy, and you looked like you were having fun. You even started waving from the wagon at everyone you passed like a real princess would.

"This is really fun," you said, holding on to Noah as Bradley turned another corner.

"I love Halloween!" his son shouted.

Truthfully, it was a bit of a challenge for Bradley to pull the wagon, keep Skittles from barking at the other kids, and take Noah up to each house and back, but he wasn't about to complain. Not after everything you'd done and been through while he was in Japan. But he would sleep well tonight. That was a given.

"I think this was the last house," Bradley said, stifling his own yawn. "Feel like chatting about our wedding on the way back home?" he asked as Noah yawned as well and settled down in the wagon with you.

It was hard to read your face in the darkness. "What do you want to chat about?" you asked softly.

"How soon will you let me marry you?"

You laughed and said, "How soon do you want to get married?"

"Tomorrow?"

"Hmm," you hummed. "Seems like that would be short notice for wedding guests."

"We don't need wedding guests," he said, and he meant it. "You still want to use our backyard?"

"Yes."

Bradley slowed down over a particularly uneven part of the sidewalk. "Are you still set on Valentine's Day? Because I'm thinking Christmas."

"Christmas?" you repeated. "Like less than two months from now?"

Bradley pulled the wagon up the driveway past the Bronco, and of course Noah was sound asleep. As soon as he scooped his son off of your lap, Nat came rushing over from her seat on the porch. "I can get him changed and put him in bed."

He didn't argue with her, rather he handed Noah off and focused on helping you out of the wagon. "Yeah. Less than two months from now. I keep thinking about how you threw me a Christmas in July birthday party. We could have a Christmas wedding, too. And after that, we can start the adoption process."

You moaned his name as he took your hand and headed for the house. "You know the way to my heart is through Noah."

He straightened out your crown, still rather fond of your purple one which was sitting safely on his dresser. "Is that a yes?" he whispered, kissing you softly while a few remaining kids ran down the sidewalk laughing. "We can make it official? And I can take care of you forever?"

"Yes."

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Bradley helped you out of your princess costume after he stripped out of his knight costume, and his lips met the bare skin of your shoulder immediately. "I love you," he murmured, taking you by the hand and leading you toward the bed. But it didn't feel sexual. You knew that wasn't why he was being exceptionally wonderful right now.

"I love you, too."

His forehead came to rest against yours, and his hands were so gentle on your hips. "I'm just relieved to be home. And I'm sorry I wasn't here last week. If something worse had happened to you while I was gone, when you really needed me, I don't know what I would have done."

"We're all okay," you whispered, pushing him until he was sitting down on the bed looking up at you. "And I feel a lot better since I've been resting more." Your skin felt warm and tingly as he kissed you. Six weeks was a long time, and you knew Bradley hadn't even had access to all of the photos and videos on his phone to keep him company. And you did want it to feel sexual, because you missed every bit of him.

"Lay back on your pillow and wait for me," you told Bradley with a smile, using his words against him.

He did as he was told and patted the spot next to him as he said, "Does that mean you're ready to snuggle with me?"

"Something like that, Daddy."

As soon as you licked your lips and reached for the front of his sweatpants, his eyes went wider. "No, Baby. You don't have to do that."

"I want to," you promised, pulling the fabric down to reveal his soft length. He still looked delicious even like this. You desperately wanted him in your mouth. You met his eyes and whispered, "Please?"

He was panting softly, the rise and fall of his chest so alluring even through his undershirt. He moaned your name and made a strangled sound before he reached for your hand. When he sat up slowly and kissed you gently, he placed your hand on his cock, and he immediately throbbed for you.

As you rubbed your thumb down his length and along his balls, he grew harder. "You missed me touching you like this," you sang in a quiet voice, watching him as he watched your hand. When his eyes flitted back to your face he nodded. "Tell me you did, Bradley."

He swallowed hard, and his voice was so raspy, your hand faltered. "I missed you like this. I thought about your body when I touched myself, but my hands aren't as soft and perfect as yours."

"Daddy," you whimpered, leaning down to kiss away his precum before taking him between your lips.

But he continued on as you sucked, driving you as wild as you were driving him. "I thought about you with a pregnant belly. I thought about how much I'm going to love fucking you when you're big and round. Big because of my baby."

You took him deep, letting him tap the back of your throat as you saw stars along your vision. "Fuck! Princess! I'm not even gonna last."

Slowly, you let your lips glide back up his length, sucking all the way to his tip. "Then just go ahead and come, Daddy. I want you to."

When he collapsed back against the pillow and tucked one arm beneath his head, you took him deep again. He wasn't kidding, because you could see the veins in his neck as his face grew pink, and you knew he was already close. You didn't rush him along, but you bobbed to a pace that left him grabbing at the bedding with his free hand.

"Baby!" he whined, rolling his hips up until you were starting to gag, and then he came. You were sputtering, swallowing him down as quickly as you could as your name fell from his lips over and over again. "Come up here," he demanded, and when you crawled toward him as you licked your lips clean, he gathered you carefully in his arms.

You never felt as loved as you did when you were with him. His body was perfectly warm and everything you had been missing. His voice calmed every part of you. "December," he whispered as he played with your engagement ring. It took you a moment to realize what he meant as he kissed at your lips. "December. We'll get married. We'll all be Bradshaws. Me and you and Noah and the baby. That's all I need."

"And Skittles."

"Please. She's my best non-human friend. It's unspoken."

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When Bradley promised to meet you at your lunchtime appointment with your obstetrician on Wednesday, you were a little skeptical.

"Even if I have to flip off Admiral Simpson and tell him to go fuck himself, I will be there."

You had laughed at the time, but you should have known he wouldn't miss a chance to interrogate your doctor in his flight suit. He stood next to you as you were told to lie back on the table for a pelvic exam, and he kept his eyes on you through the uncomfortable experience, looking down at you like you were the best thing in the world.

"Does she need another progesterone shot today?" he asked softly as you reached for his hand. "And are you going to monitor her with more appointments? And will we get to see an ultrasound?"

"Yes, yes, and yes." Your doctor looked at you and said, "We'll monitor you more closely even after you're done with the injections. We are going to consider you high risk."

"High risk?" you gasped. "That sounds very bad."

"It's not!" he insisted as he guided you to sit up a little bit. "It just means you and the baby get extra attention."

Bradley looked the doctor in the eye and said, "She wants to go to Disneyland for a day or two. Is that even okay?"

You were ready to pout and tell both of them that you felt fine now. There had been no more blood. You were getting plenty of rest. Then he said the words you'd been hoping to hear. "Disneyland would be fine. Just don't overdo it."

"Yes!" you cheered. "Noah will be so excited! Let's go for Thanksgiving!"

Bradley opened his mouth, and you could tell he wanted to protest, but your doctor started to spread gel on your belly, and then the baby was visible on the screen on the wall when the ultrasound started up. "Oh damn," Bradley whispered, suddenly mesmerized by what he saw as he gripped your hand tighter. "Look at the heartbeat. Look at the baby."

"Does he or she look healthy?" you asked, mesmerized as well.

"Very healthy, but we will keep a close eye on things."

When Bradley walked you back to your car which was parked next to the Bronco, you pulled him to a stop. You wrapped your arms around his waist, and your scrubs rubbed gently against his flight suit. "Will you please let me plan a few days at Disneyland?"

"Two days," he replied immediately, clearly already resigned to his fate. "And you have to stay hydrated. And if you even start to look tired, I'm going to push you around in a wheelchair. And if you say anything hurts, we're leaving immediately."

"Disney!" you practically screamed as you bobbed up and down in his grasp and kissed his cheek. "I can't wait to tell Noah! I'll see you at home later, Daddy."

"I'll pick Noah up along with dinner. When I get home you better have your feet up and a glass of water in your hand."

"I will," you promised, matching his serious expression with one of your own. "I'll be very careful. And I'll plan our little vacation. And you'll take exceptional care of everything else."

"You know I will."

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We should all have a Bradley in our lives to let us rest and heal when we need to. That man is going to take care of everything and probably plan a wedding, too. Is Nat also going to Disneyland? Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 58

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“i mean i know ‘samu makes rice balls for a living now, but i’m sure he could do a wedding cake.”

rintarou has been in your ear for the past fifteen minutes, mumbling about whether or not osamu could pull off three whole tiers of cake while also making it taste good.

he really thinks it’s a no brainer, as if onigiri and wedding cake go hand in hand—if you know how to make one, surely the other is under your belt as well. he used to help his mom in the kitchen when he was a kid so, obviously he would know.

the only thing is—you’re not engaged, and you don’t plan to be anytime soon.

“rin, seriously?” you scoff, leaning back against the edge of the countertop.

you’re at his mom’s place for a little family dinner—something she loves to do every once in a while to catch up with her son. you’ve just finished your meal, and rintarou being the angel he is, offered to clean up—but not without your company, of course.

“what? it’d save us some money,” he says, diving a hand into the soapy water filling the sink.

“your grandma was just bugging us,” you hum—swirling the dark liquid in your glass around. “she knows we’re not ready for marriage.”

this was your very first time meeting her, and it’s safe to say you weren’t expecting such a loaded question mid meal. so, when are you two getting married? her words had the tips of rintarou’s ears turning pink, and made his sister howl like a dog, because the thought of someone liking her older brother enough to want to marry him was truly hilarious.

he kicked her shins under the table—a glimpse of the petty little boy you had always heard stories about. he did his best to get his grandmother off your backs as well, giving her a cliché answer—something along the lines of we’re both young, and just trying to focus on college right now.

he was in such a damn hurry to drop the subject—and now, he won’t shut up about it.

“okay, but,” he pauses, swiping a hand against the bottom of the sink to check for any stragglers. “he’s young and stupid now, there’s no way he knows how much a wedding cake costs. we can lowball him, get a good deal.”

“you think he’s that stupid?” you snort—having a little more faith in osamu than your boyfriend does.

“hope so,” he mutters, gesturing for you to toss him the hand towel sitting behind you. “he is related to atsumu, after all.”

“wow,” you gawk, “and you call yourself a friend.”

“i’m just looking out for us,” he shrugs, using the fabric to dry his hands. “bet ‘tsumu would do it for free if we asked right now.”

“he’s not going anywhere near our wedding cake,” you say, noting the way rintarou does a thorough wipe down of the counters—hm, so he does know how to clean. “not until it’s served on a plate for him to eat, at least.”

“good point,” he agrees, tossing his cloth over the tap and shuffling over to you. “but you have to admit, the guy’s pretty damn unstoppable when he puts his mind to something.”

“sure,” you hum, looping your arms around his neck and lacing your fingers together. “but you know rin, once you go pro, we won’t even have to worry about the cost of a wedding cake.”

“and if i don’t?” he asks—throwing the possibility out there. it’s something he’s thought about, but never voiced concern over.

“you will, trust me,” you say, pressing a kiss to his lips, soft and sweet—a promise of your word. “but if for some reason you don’t, we’ll beg the twins for a family and friends discount.”

“deal,” he laughs, pulling you flush against him for a hug—and you think to yourself, that when you leave tonight, you’ll love him a little more than when you arrived—if it’s even possible.

you enjoy the moment briefly, until you hear a pair of feet padding in the other direction—someone was listening?

“mom! rintarou is talking about getting married!”

#izurou #suna x reader #suna rintarou x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #suna rintarou #suna fluff #suna x you #haikyuu x you #i love my baby tattoo it on my forehead

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always

charles x childhood best friend

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charles_leclerc Hahahaahaha! My best friend is super pretty @yn_yln

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yn_yln Je t’aime sharl ❤️

ynscharles 📍2023 scrolling back on charles’ posts for yn🥹

June 1, 2014

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yn_yln Um… am I interrupting something? view all 38 comments

charles_leclerc No, amour. I was just teaching him how to talk.

⤷ yn_yln Good luck with that, Sharl 😂

classmate1 Is this your boyfriend, Yn? He’s so cute!❤️

⤷ yn_yln Oh, no. Charles is my childhood friend:) He can be cute sometimes….

⤷ charles_leclerc Wow. Thanks y/n/n.

June 2, 2014

Sharl😘

Ynn can you come here?

Ynn ❤️

Sharl, I’m studying for my exam. Maybe the weekend?:)

Sharl😘

Please. It is very important

Ynn ❤️ Can’t you come hereee

Sharl😘

Maman misses you too

Ynn ❤️

Damn it Sharl…

Can I sleep over if I go there?

Sharl😘

Of course

Ynn❤️

See you in 10 minutes

Sharl😘

Your house is 3 minutes away

Ynn❤️ I need to shower

Sharl😘

Just shower here

“I’m here!” You ran into the Leclerc house with books occupying your arms and your backpack hung over your back.

“Ah! Yn!” Pascale took your head in her hands and kissed your forehead “You need a bath” She scrunched her nose up.

“Well I would have if your son let me be 10 minutes late…” You both looked at Charles who shrugged

“Maman, can you talk to Ynn later? I just need to talk to her” He grabbed your arm and led you to his room

“Oh mon dieu.. alright.” She already knew what this was about.

“Do I really smell that bad? It’s just been a night” you sat down on Charles’ bed and smelled the tip of your hair

“No, you smell good as always. Maman is just being maman” “Mhm okay.. what did you so importantly need to talk about?” “I got into Formula 3” He said quietly. You gasped and hugged him. “CHARLES! IM SO HAPPY FOR YO- Why are we not happy?”

“I am happy but that would mean I need to move a lot more and would not be here with you” “Okay” You said, confused to what was the problem. “You- you do not think this is a problem?” Charles scratched his head

“What.. would the problem be” “Wouldn’t it be hard to have a long distance?” “Yeah.. that’s why we’re not long distancing” You said “Are you- Are you unfriending me?”

“Excuse me? No! I’m saying I’ll go with you to all these places” You said as if it was the most obvious thing. Charles sighed, shaking his head. “No, Mon amour. What about your studies?” “Oh fu- Fudge that!” She leaned into Charles’ ear “Maman is always listening” Charles chuckled

“Seriously, you can not drop your whole life for me.” Charles said “I am not dropping it for you. I’m dropping it to be with you”

be with you

those words swirled in Charles’ head.

“I will not accept it” He shook his head “Charles.. to you not want me to be with you there? Supporting you?” “I do! But not if it means you miss out on that architect life you want!” You stayed quiet

“I’m dropping out whether you like it or not” You stood up, making your way to their living room where the phone was.

“Maman! Stop Yn from dropping out!” Charles yelled “Dropping out? What?” Maman marched over to Yn and put her hand over the phone

“What are you doing?” Pascale asked the girl. “Calling my parents to let them know I am dropping out and moving out” She held Pascale’s hand and lifted it, dialing the number.

“My girl, you have to think about this” “I did! I have been for the last year. I knew Charles was going to get this and I already have a plan.”

“What plan?” “I’m going to be cheering on Charles at every race and then I’ll study on my own” “That.. does not sound like a good plan, academically.”

“Maman, I don’t want to not be beside Charles. I’ll deal with being a drop out when it comes back to bite me at the back. I know what I am doing” — said a 16 year old.

Pascale sighed and lifted her hand from the phone completely. “Maman!” Charles sighed “It’s her life, Charles.” “Mama! Papa!….”As Charles heard you drop your whole life to be with him. He couldn’t help but wonder if this was the right time to tell you his true feelings.

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liked by 2,832 others f1wags Celebrating Max’s birthday! Charles Leclerc and Yn Yln also attended!

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forzzzzaf Sorry but I am a new fan. Who is Yn? And Max and Charles are close?

⤷ f1wags No problem, welcome! Yn is Charles’ childhood friend and knows most of the grid as well because of that. Yn and Max have been close friends since also so people are saying he invited Yn. And of course, inviting Yn means inviting Charles. They are practically glued hip to hip. ⤷ forzzzzaf They aren’t dating?!?

⤷ f1wags they always say they’re only close friends :( but we still include her in this account because she’s practically one haha october 1, 2018

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charles_leclerc I will cry. She keeps putting her feet up as I try to teach her how to drive.

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yn_yln mb sorry professor ;)

⤷ charles_leclerc Stop calling me that! ⤷ yn_yln it sounds sexy and silly leave me alone

october 2, 2018

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charles_leclec sebastianvettel, she says thank you for the strawberries 🍓

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16yln just admit you’re dating babes 🙁

yn_yln can i have sum honey next time seb? :(

⤷ sebastianvettel Of course! Come over soon! february 21, 2020

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charles_leclerc Stuck with this one 🫠 #Quarantine

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yn_yln u make it sound like a bad thing, sharl..

⤷ charles_leclerc 😂

⤷ yn_yln WE’VE LIVED TOGETHER FOR LIKE 6 YEARS?

⤷ charles_leclerc I am joking. I love you❤️

⤷ yn_yln I love you too💌

⤷ chachassyln just say youre dating please

april 26, 2020

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yn_yln this looks like those “Don’t give up. Life is like water, let it flow” posters

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charles_leclerc I hate you

⤷ yn_yln enemies to lovers? 😘

⤷ pierregasly charles= flabbergasted HAAHHA

⤷ yn_yln surprised you even know what that word means

⤷ charles_leclerc 😂

⤷ pierregasly I hate both of you

⤷ yn_yln K

⤷ pierregasly STOP SAYING K

april 28, 2020

JUNE 2022 !!

it was supposed to be their bonding week, with there being 1 week free in between the montreal and silverstone gp. but charles came home to his yn escorting a man out.

yn squealed that charles was home and jumped to hug him. “oh you’re back!!! i missed you sharl!” she kissed his cheek and walked backwards.

“this is dylan!” she introduced the two “dylan, this is my best friend and roomie, sharlie!” “charles, actually” charles took the hand extended by dylan.

“i’ll see you tomorrow?” yn looked up at dylan who smiled coyly and nodded, making his way out. weird, yn thought

“you two are dating?” charles set his bags down and made his way to the room. “well… not really. a few dates here and there but i guess going into our home is a big step right?” yn shrugged as charles murmured something she couldn’t quite hear.

for 8 years charles has kept his mouth shut about his overwhelming feelings towards his best friend. 8 years he had been a coward.

the both of them were dancing in a game of dating people who never lasted more than 3 weeks.

yn was naturally a flirt. it used to get under charles’ skin as kids but as time passed, it got him right where yn wanted.

and yes, yn did like charles. but was she going to say it? maybe, maybe not.

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charles_leclerc 😍

june 24, 2022

ynn❤️🍓😘

hey sharl, ill be out of town for a week so u have the place all to urself, enjoy! don’t eat all my snacks plz

sharlie🏎️🫀🤍

Hey! Is everything okay? Won’t enjoy this house without you:( No promises.

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yn_yln self care first. self care always 🤍

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charles_leclerc Beautiful ❤️

fyn1 Hot mama

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june 26, 2022

”I’m home!” You called out, leaving your bags on the desk. “YNN!” You heard Charles exclaim and you laughed. He rushed out of the room with his headphones hugging his head, meaning he was just playing or streaming.

“I missed you” I enveloped him in a hug and he moved the mic away. “I do not remember if I muted or not. Hold on! I’ll be back” He went back to the room and you smiled. You were going to tell him today.

“I’m back!” He re-entered without his headphones this time. “Sharl, are you free tonight? For dinner?” You looked up at him. “Of cours- will Dylan be with us?” He cleared his throat “No, I’m not seeing him anymore” “Oh” Charles’s mind was doing a little happy dance

tell her now

“I love you” Charles said and your breathing got unseasy. “I love you too” you smiled “No- Not like that. In- More than friends, ynn” “I know” you chuckled.

“It was always going to be you for me, Sharl” you whispered as you inched closer to each other. Fire works erupted at that moment as two lips made for each other met.

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yn_yln ferrari gala tonight ❤️

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charlllyn my parents 🫶🏻

charles_leclerc 😍😍😍

august 1, 2022

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charles_leclerc yn_yln said I should wear the glasses 😎🤓

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zendaya 😍

⤷ charles_leclerc Thank you:)

yn_yln my cute nerdy boy 🤓🤓 ⤷ charles_leclerc You’re sooooo niceeee! Though I am not sure how I feel about the glasses, but as long as you approve ❤️

⤷ scuderiayln Mans smiley faced THE zendaya and wrote a whole mushy text for yn 😭😭😭😭 MY FAVS

ynspans charles posting the bts of yn’s post 🥹

august 2, 2022

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charles_leclerc Summer fun ☀️

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pierregasly What kind of fun? ⤷ yn_yln putting soil and whipped cream in your shoes kinda fun ❤️

⤷ pierregasly Wow.

yn_yln thanks i was going to post that 🙁

⤷ charles_leclerc You can still post it, more people to see your beauty ❤️

ynsleclerc WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST WITNESS august 9, 2022

yn_yln instagram stories:

“red is definitely my color”

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yn_yln so lonely in my mansion (I dont have a mansion and I’m not lonely)

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charles_leclerc 😂

harrystyles I have a mansion

⤷ yn_yln good for you watermelon suga

⤷ yn_mama AHAHAHAH DID SHE JUST 😭

leclercs16yn are we going to ignore the “im not lonely” part

⤷ ynferrari No ⤷landonorris no

⤷pierregasly no

august 11, 2022

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charles_leclerc pierregasly landonorris She is not lonely ❤️

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yn_yln wrong account baby

⤷ ynferrari “BABY” HELLO??????? charles_leclerc …oops? landonorris yn who and what are you wearing 🎤

⤷ yn_yln charles’ necklace and bracelet and a full heart 😍 august 12, 2022

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yn_yln i think he was just soft launching me this whole time (and so was i)

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landonorris ew

⤷ yn_yln me when u LMAOAOAOA

⤷ landonorris carlossainz55 YN IS FIGHINTG ME

⤷ carlossainz55 Go yn!

charles_leclerc Yes. The world needs to see your beauty and I love having you on my profile 😍

⤷ yn_yln im obsessed with you

⤷ ynslecl i love them 🥹🥹

ynwife ON THE 16TH TOO😭😭

⤷ yn_yln it was always him for me 🤷🏻‍♀️

august 16, 2022

#f1 fanfic #f1 imagines #charles leclerc #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc imagine #formula 1 #social media au #charles leclerc 16

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cold nights // part fourteen

summary: you showed him colours he knows he can't see with anyone else.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 3.1k

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tags/warnings: tribute!reader and mentor!coriolanus, r is very sweet (too kind for this world. literally.), sunshine x grumpy trope kinda, he falls first, violence typical for the source material, r is very smart (as she should), district twelve!reader.

a/n: finally reunited ahh!! (also a note from me while i'm trying to find pics for the header: damn this dude does not look happy very often huh) (okay so update we're settling for a flashback photo bc coryo in his curls era does not SMILE bruh)

my asks are also open to talk about this series! (i do have emoji anons open now too!)

send me any and all of your thoughts! here!

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"Just right here." Lucy Gray stops on the gravel road, nodding up to the house in front of them.

"Okay, sweet." Sejanus smiles, already heading for the front porch but she grabs his arm, stopping him as Coryo just stares at the house, going slightly pale.

"Sejanus, how about you and I go figure out where you guys will stay, and come back for Coriolanus in a bit?" She offers, nodding toward him.

"Oh- uh, yes. Yeah. Good idea." He agrees, picking up quickly on what she meant. Coryo still hasn't said a word, just staring at the run-down shack that apparently was your home. It was clear that efforts were made to maintain the home, the fence had been patched in several places and there were flower beds outside. From what he knew about your family, that would make sense.

"Coriolanus?" Lucy Gray draws his attention again. "We're going to go find you a place to stay, and we'll come back for you in a bit. Does that sound okay?"

"Yeah that's... that's perfect. Thank you." He nods, in a trance-like state as he makes his way up to the door through some only slightly overgrown grass, before he has the chance to second-guess himself.

"He didn't even listen, did he?" Lucy Gray says, both of them watching him from the street.

"Not at all, no."

He can hear the two of them chatting as they disappear back down the road, and he looks for a doorbell that doesn't seem to be there, just settling for a knock instead. He waits a few moments after knocking on the wood, about to do it again when he hears a woman's voice come from inside. "One moment, I'll be right there!"

"I got it, Ma!" Comes from right behind the door as footsteps approach and it's swung open, a young boy standing there. "Hi." He says, eyeing Coryo up and down. It must be your brother.

"Uh, hi." He clears his throat. "Is Y/N here?"

"No, not right now." The boy answers. "Can I take a message for her?"

"Oh, well, my name is Coriolanus Snow, and-"

"Hold on! I'm coming!" The woman's voice comes again, much more excited as she rounds the corner from the hall, brushing her hands off on her apron. "You're Coriolanus?" She asks, a polite but delighted grin on her face as she gets closer.

"Yes, Ma'am." He nods in confirmation, a smile growing on his face. You look so much like your mother.

"Oh my goodness, come in, please! I didn't recognize you!" She gently moves her son out of the way, who is still staring at him with something unwelcoming behind his eyes. As soon as Coryo steps into the home, she's wrapping her arms around him in a hug. "Wow, it is so lovely to meet you! You came a very long way!"

"I did." He chuckles, hugging her back with as much politeness as he can muster behind shaking hands and a pale face.

"Come sit, Y/N will be home within the hour. She'll be just thrilled to see you." She pulls away, gesturing for him to follow her into the living area. "Are you hungry? You must be starving. Let me grab you something." Your mother says, mostly to herself as he sits down on the couch.

"That would be great, thank you." He smiles, still nervous as he tries to adjust his posture on the slightly uncomfortable sofa, looking around. In reality, he hadn't been "starving" for some time now. It felt good to have a consistently filled fridge all the time, but he has hardly eaten since they left the Capitol. He was too nervous to even think about it.

"Why did you come here?" Your brother asks, making Coryo look away from the family photos that adorned the walls. Most of the frames were broken, photos blurry, but he could tell that to your family that didn't matter.

"I hadn't heard from her. I wanted to make sure she was doing okay." Coryo answers, stiffened by your brother's somewhat hostile energy and the thought of getting to see you so soon. Had you told him something you didn't tell your mother? Probably that he killed that boy, but it seemed unlike you to leave out the part where he had no choice. Unless Tigris was wrong.

Unless you still didn't see it that way.

Your brother hums, sitting in the chair across from the couch and leaning his elbows on his knees. To Coryo, this felt like an interrogation. Coming from a teenager, it was almost cute.

"Lennox, Honey, can you come help me for just a moment?" His mother calls him from the kitchen and he's shooting up again, glaring at Coryo as he walks away. He was confused, today alone he's gotten so many mixed signals on your feelings.

You stuck out the day at work, even though while you were reshelving returns you had to rush to the bathroom in the back to vomit after reading the back cover of an old book about a man who hunted humans. You were hoping by now this would happen less and less, but leaving the house had only made it worse. Getting a job was a mistake and you knew that, but your family was hardly scraping by before you were torn from your life- but neither of your parents could work the whole time you were gone. They were sick about it. Your mom still couldn't work, and you knew your father rarely ever slept these days.

You tried to hand over the winnings Coryo's Dean had given you as soon as you got home, holding it out to your parents with trembling hands as they opened the locked door for you. They wanted none of it. Not a dollar from your three thousand, which you had spent time counting and recounting on the train. They only wanted you home. You had hoped it would give you something else to talk about- that you could smile and be proud that you won and that now your family could live comfortably, at least for a little while. The idea almost made it worth it. As you counted your prize under the dim lighting in the train car, you had wondered if you would do it again for them. The money didn't make saying hello again any easier, though, and you cried for what must have been hours on the porch of your family home, the four of you tangled together in a hug bound together by tears.

It was hard to let go, but when they had, finally, your mother shoved the money back into your pocket and told you to save it. One day, you could buy your own home with it, and that wasn't a bad idea.

All you could do for them now that your money sat in a jar in your closet, the best you could do, was convince them you were fine enough for you all to move on and forget about it. The additional income of getting your own job helped, too. So, when your boss tried to send you home, you declined, and five o'clock couldn't have come fast enough.

You drink water out of an old jam jar on the way home, washing the taste of bile out of the back of your mouth. The fresh air made a world of difference. As much as you adored the smell of books, it got stuffy in there, especially in the summers. Even with the sun beating down on your shoulders over your button-up shirt, you felt better just making the walk home every day. The breeze blowing through the trees, the familiar paths beneath your feet, it was one of the very few things that could ground you in the reality that now, you were safe. That, and the meadow behind your house at night time. Reading under lantern light with the stars overhead and your family at your side, you never felt more real. It was truly over.

That's what you would do tonight, you decided, after a long nap following an unfortunate day. At the end of every unfortunate day, you still had that, and that meant the world to you.

"Oh! Here's Tybalt." Your mom smiles, now comfortable on the couch next to Coriolanus as the cat saunters into the living room, jumping up into the space between them. "This is Y/N's cat, she calls him Tybs." She explains, tears forming in her eyes as the cat crawls onto her lap and she quickly blinks them away, but he had already noticed by then.

"She told me about him." Coryo says, placing his now empty tea cup on the coffee table in front of them.

"Of course..." She chuckles sadly. "He took real good care of us while she was away. On particularly... hard nights," She clears her throat. "He would come out into the living room with her father and I and sit with us, he can purr like no ones business, you know, and then after a while, he would run over to our room there and meow at us. Made sure we got to bed. Then curl up with us and just made sure we knew that.... she was still with us."

A tear falls as she speaks and she laughs nervously, quickly brushing it away. "Gosh, I am so sorry..." She quickly dismisses it. "We have company and I'm crying like a little girl. Forgive me..."

"No, it's quite alright." Coryo insists, shaking his head. Of course, he was worried about you in the arena and every night up until then, but he never entertained the idea of what it was like for your family even though he knew about them. That under the same sky, they were sitting here in this very home praying that you might return. Now, he could see it, and you were the lucky one who made it home. He hoped he wouldn't have to see Jessup's family while he was here. "It must have been awful for you."

"Indeed." She nods, wiping her cheek again. "But, you know, it means so much to us that she had someone there to look after her." She smiles at him. It's genuine. Sad, but full of gratitude. He would no longer wonder where you got that habit from. "I decided I wouldn't be watching anything, but her father insisted. He was out at a bar in town, the only one with televisions, then came rushing back in the door twenty minutes later and dragged us back there with him to watch. I didn't want to go but he said 'No, you need to see this. She's not alone. She has a friend.' So down we went, and they were playing reruns of the two of you being dropped into that cage. I just... She looked so comfortable with you. The way you looked at her we could see you cared, that she was human to you, and that you were there to help. I remember thinking for the first time that maybe she had a chance." She's accepted her tears now, reaching over from petting Tybalt to grasp the young man's hands in her own as she spoke.

Your brother scoffs as Coryo lets her hold onto his hands, a small smile forming on his face that's quickly torn away by Lennox's reaction. "Yeah, and then that other boy had to be the one to bring her something to eat after days."

"Hey!" Your mother gasps. "Lennox, get-" She prompts him to leave if he isn't going to be nice.

He rolls his eyes, getting up to leave.

"I didn't have anything to bring her besides a flower." Coryo finds himself stating, shocking even himself at the confession which halts your brother in his steps. He had never told anyone about the poverty he faced at home, but with them, he felt safe to. Something about knowing you assured him that they were not judgemental people. He clears his throat before explaining. "My family lost everything after the war. When I first met her, I also hadn't eaten in days. I gave her everything I could."

Lennox hums before leaving, either not convinced or embarrassed that he'd even made such a comment. Coryo couldn't tell.

"Coriolanus... I am so sorry." Your mother is quick to apologize, and he's embarrassed by the look of pity in her eyes. Pity from a woman who had, for almost a month, believed she had lost her child, and was still struggling with it today. He felt nothing but guilt.

"Well, I must tell you, your daughter saved us from that." He tries to lift her spirits as a confused expression paints itself into her features, but he doesn't get the chance to elaborate as they both turn at the sound of the front door opening.

"Ma!" You call out, closing the door behind you and kicking off your shoes, preparing your smile to tell her about the absolutely great day you just had.

Your mother stands quickly, patting the boys thigh gently and wipes her eyes. "Hi, Honey, how was your day?" She asks, smiling at him through red eyes.

"Come what come may, time and the hour runs through the roughest day." Your groaned response comes slightly muffled from the other room, and Coryo can hear you shuffling about.

"Oh, no. What happened?" Immediately your mother's tone shifts to worry, and Coryo wonders how it took her less than a second to understand.

"Nothing, Ma. All is fine." You call back, putting your bag down in the kitchen, and heading for the living room, gluing a smile back on. "Guess what I saw on the walk home! A ladybug, it landed right on my-" You freeze as you walk into the entryway, seeing your mother and your previous mentor just standing up next to her.

"Oh, I should have mentioned, we have company." Your mother smiles, already gathering the used dishes from the coffee table, and brushing past you to bring them into the kitchen. Likely, to give you two a chance to talk.

When Coryo lays his eyes on you for the first time again, he can swear his heart stops. Yours definitely does as nausea comes over you in a wave again, and your calculated smile drops.

You don't say anything, just staring with an expression unreadable to him. "Y/N, hi." He breathes, smiling at you. You look beautiful but tired, still. Still, that girl he watched in the arena, it was hard to believe that every part of you made it out. You weren't the same girl he saw for the first time in the reaping- you were more. More of you, and more of something else; hurt, if he had to guess.

"It's good to see you." He continues, his voice a gentle whisper that cuts through the awkward tension in the room. Your heart races, emotions swirling like a tempest within you. Coriolanus Snow, your mentor and friend who had guided you through your time in that Capitol and the games, is standing in your living room, looking both apologetic and hopeful.

"Coryo," You manage to say, voice barely above a whisper as you swallow the sickness rising in your throat. The memories flood back- everything awful you had gone through. Meeting him for the first time as he handed you a flower, sitting on opposite sides of the bars of your cage and talking long into the nights. Everything you had done, everything he had given you, the people you both hurt in the process. He takes a step closer, cautiously navigating the fragile space between you.

"I... What are you doing here?" You ask quietly, your eyes unable to meet his gaze. The room feels smaller, the walls closing in on you quickly.

He clears his throat, a nervous habit you remember well. "I wanted to see you," he says, his eyes pleading for understanding. "I didn't know what you were up to and how you were adjusting and... I was worried about you."

The weight of unspoken words lingers between you, and for a moment, neither of you knows how to bridge the gap that only a month of time has built. You had been away from him longer than you had known him, and facing him again, you were embarrassed. Scared. Coryo takes a deep breath, summoning the courage to express the weight of what he's carried in his mind for too long.

"I never stopped thinking about you," He confesses, sincerity etched across his face. "I tried sending letters but I didn't get any response."

The vulnerability in his eyes mirrors your own, and the air crackles with a shared sense of everything you want to say but just can't find the words. You can't help it as you feel over and over again the countless hours spent together in the lead-up to the worst days of your life.

Tentatively, he reaches for your hand, a silent plea for connection. As your fingers take his, warmth floods through you, dissolving the distance. "I missed you," he admits, his voice barely audible.

A rush of conflicting emotions surges within you- that same embarrassment, anger, hurt, but also a flicker of the fondness that never truly faded. "I missed you too," You admit, your voice breaking through the emotional dam, built up from fear and trauma and the stacks of books in your bedroom that held it back all this time.

With those words, the barriers crumble, and the room is filled with a pitiful silence. The weight of what you had both done begins to lift, replaced with the realization that he did honestly care for you, the way you did for him. As you look into each other's eyes, the connection is undeniable, evidence of a bond that time could never change. You would always be connected to him.

"Do you remember when I brought you that blanket?" He asks and you take in a sharp breath. The few pleasant memories you had of your time together were so often overthrown by the awful ones, these days. His eyes flicker quickly across your face. He looks as scared as you feel. "And I said I wish I could get to know you as you are, not as a tribute, and you said you would show me the stars."

A small smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you nod, the nausea you felt steadily subsiding. "So you walk softly and look sweetly and say nothing. I am yours for the walk and especially when I walk away."

Coryo tilts his head at you, and smiles. That must have been a yes. "Please, don't walk away again." He whispers, and in that moment, he feels the tightness in his chest that carried him through the last month finally release.

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*Phwwwwhht*

The screeching sound of Coach Amy's whistle echoed through the gymnasium. "Come on, ladies! Hustle! Hustle!' she yelled. "How do you expect to compete against anyone like this? Damn, my 6-year-old son can hit a ball better than that!" You were doing deliver and pop-serve drills with the rest of your team. Usually, these were the easiest drills, but Coach Amy puts a lot of pressure on competitions. "Great job, ladies. Let's take a quick break and then when you come back, we'll split into teams and play a quick match."

Heather jogged over, tossing you a cold Gatorade, "Hey, Y/N. Do you wanna hang out after practice?" "Can't. Sunghoon said I gotta go straight home after practice." You took a quick sip of the cool drink. "Awww. Why? "Dunno. He just said I better be home. It's probably something stupid." "Hmm...okay, well, maybe another time." "Yep. Ugh. Coach is dragging practice out today." "I know right...I wish we could be done already." You nodded your head in agreement after taking one last sip before capping the bottle. "Well just don't let her know or else we'll be running laps and it's hot as fuck outside. Feels like hell on earth--"

Coach Amy came jogging in before you could finish what you were saying. "Sorry, ladies. I'm having an emergency at home right now. So, practice is over for the day. You can all go home for the evening. Or not. Oh, and make sure you get your stuff out of the lockers cuz' school's gonna be closed all next week for maintenance... Uhhhh...and try to practice your technique at home... Dammit, where'd I put my keys?" She prattled, gathering together her belongings before leaving the gym.

"Woah! Did you hear that?" Heather beamed. "Yea, we're done for the day." you sighed. "Not just the day, the WEEK!!" she continued.

"What are you two so excited about? You need all the practice you can get. Especially Heather's lazy ass." Kimberly scoffed. She's the team captain. Great leader...but it's more like a dictatorship. "God, what now Adolf Kimberly?" Brianna spat. "I'm not even fucking talking to you, bitch." "K, and. I heard you talking shit so I'm just trying to see what it's all about."

Brianna "Bree" is another one of your teammates. What really makes her stand out--aside from the black lipstick and eyeliner--is her nonchalant, badass mentality. As far as you know, she is only capable of expressing 5 emotions: spicy, empty, chill, tired, and happy...though the reasons behind her smile vary.

"Fuck you." "I guess you finally ran out of things to say huh?" "I have plenty to say. I'd just rather not waste my words on your gloomy ass. You freaky, emo, bitch." "Wow, that was almost good enough to tickle my feelings." "Whatever." Kimberly rolled her eyes before exiting the gym.

"Thanks, Bree." "It's all good Heather. You know how much I enjoy knocking the queen off of her throne." Brianna snickered.

The rest of the girls had already left, only you three were in the gym at this point. "I really wish we could hang out guys, but my lame-ass brother wants me to go home right after practice." "Ehh, it's cool. I got a few things to do too." Bree said as she let her hair down. "Boooo. Everybody has something to do except for me." Heather whined. "What about your history assignment. Isn't it due tomorrow?" Bree prompted. "Oh shit! I forgot. Gotta go girls. Byeeeee." Heather threw her bag over her shoulder before heading out. "I didn't know she was taking history this semester." "She's not. I was just trying to get rid of her." Brianna smiled before lugging her backpack on. "Have fun with your brother." she waved.

"Alright, Sunghoon. I'm home. Now, what was so--" As you walked in you noticed another pair of shoes at the front door. "Sunghoon?" You could hear him in the living room, but who the hell was he talking to?

"Hey, sis. Look who came to visit." Sunghoon said pointing to a familiar face.

"HEESEUNG?!"

"Hey! Long time no see huh?" Heeseung chimed as he scooped you up in his arms. *There was no way he was actually here.* you thought to yourself. It felt like the whole room was spinning. "Hehe. Look at her face." Heeseung chuckled. "She looks like she's seen a ghost," Sunghoon added.

Almost 2 years ago, Heeseung, signed up for a trip studying abroad in Switzerland. "Are you sure you still wanna do this?" Sunghoon asked as Heeseung finished packing up his dorm. You joined Sunghoon to see Heeseung for the last time before he left with the rest of his group. "Yea. I can get some cultural experience and even put my French to some good use." "To good use huh? Doing what? Seducing Swiss chicks?" "No," Heeseung laughed as he playfully pushed Sunghoon's shoulder. "I'm gonna be working with a psychiatrist." he continued.

At this time you were 17 and Heeseung was almost 20. He had been friends with Sunghoon since elementary. They were so close, that Heeseung felt like another brother to you, which is exactly why having a crush on him was the most repulsive thing you could ever do. But you couldn't help it. The feelings you had felt so wrong and so right at the same time. Still, a relationship between the two of you was impossible.

You can remember the one time Sunghoon found your diary. He had been suspecting that you were hiding something from him so he wanted to know if you had a secret boyfriend or something. Fortunately, he hadn't found anything connecting the dots back to your massive crush on Heeseung. You were 14 at the time and Sunghoon was always very protective of you, even now, he's the same way.

Present Day... "I thought you were supposed to be gone for another few months," Sunghoon said before taking a seat on the couch. "Yea, I was, but they ended up cancelling the trip early. So, I thought why not surprise my best friend with an unexpected return?" You still stood in shock as your brother went back and forth with Heeseung about his trip to Switzerland.

"Oh, I almost forgot. I brought you guys something." Heeseung said as he walked over to his black duffle bag. He pulled out a small black trash bag. "I got a knife for you, Sunghoon. It even has your name engraved in it." "Woah, how'd you do that." "Oh, well there was this guy who branded all sorts of stuff. That's the same guy who put your name on this music box." Heeseung said, passing you a small wooden music box. There was a rabbit sculpted on the lid with flowers carved around the base. Your name was engraved on a gold plate in the center with rose bolts as fasteners.

"It's beautiful, Heeseung. Thank you," you smiled. "You're welcome," he replied. Maybe it was just your emotions, or maybe it wasn't, but the way he was looking at you was different. He could genuinely be happy to see you, but it felt like he wanted something more than a friendship.

"What else did you get? There's no way this was everything." Sunghoon said, taking Heeseung's attention off of you. "You guys are gonna love this." Heeseung chimed pulling out 2 large books. "A book?" You and Sunghoon questioned in unison. "Not just any book...a book box." Heeseung smiled as he opened the 'book box' to reveal an assortment of candy. "Authentic Swiss candy. Literally the best in the country," he smiled. "And this book over here has the sweetest Swiss wine." "I'll be taking that." Sunghoon laughed as he swiped the bottle from Heeseung's hands.

Sunghoon went to the kitchen to grab a few wine glasses. "Hey, Hee. Do you have anywhere to stay tonight?" "Umm, no. But don't worry about it. I'm gonna get a hotel for tonight and then I'll go shack up with my brother until I can move in on campus." "Well, you can stay here as long as you want. No need for a hotel. You know how much our parents love you." "Where are they by the way?" "Out of town for a business trip. They should be back in another week or so." "Oh, okay. Well, I can sleep on the couch if that's okay." "Or you could just have the extra bed in my room." "You still have that?" "Yea, it's a great storage unit." Sunghoon laughed.

After a few glasses of wine and some candy, Sunghoon and Heeseung headed off to his room for the night. Since it was Friday, they played games for a few hours before finally going to bed.

Aside from the massive amount of noise coming from your brother's room, you couldn't sleep at all. Once it finally quieted down you went to the kitchen to grab a drink.

You blindly walked through the darkness of the hallway, making your way to the kitchen.

"Couldn't sleep?" a voice in the darkness took you by surprise. "Sunghoon?" "Nope. He's still asleep. It's just me." "Oh..." "Well, you don't sound too thrilled to see me. Were you hoping to sneak out with your boyfriend or something?" "What!? No! I don't even have a boyfriend. I was literally coming to get a drink." "Relax. I was only teasing." You weren't actually offended, you just didn't expect him to say something like that.

"What are you doing awake anyway?" "Time is different in Switzerland, so my sleeping schedule is kinda off." "Oh." Heeseung walked over to the fridge and pulled out a cold water bottle. "Here." "Huh?" "You said you were coming to get a drink, right?" "Oh. Yeah. Thanks." You screwed off the cap before taking a sip from the bottle.

*Wait...Is he WATCHING ME??!! Why the hell is he--* *Cough. Cough.* Distracted by Heeseung's gaze you choked on the water in your mouth, spilling it all over your shirt. "Dammit," you mumbled to yourself. "Are you okay?" Heeseung ran to grab you a towel. "Yea. *cough* I'm fine." "Here let me help you." Heeseung started to pat at the wetness on your shirt, tapping gently across your tits. "Hmm, this isn't gonna work," he said before quickly removing his shirt. "Put this on," he commanded, passing you his shirt.

*Is he being serious?* "What?" Heeseung said before looking down to see your bare tits showing through the wet shirt. The cold water had also caused your nipples to harden. "Shit. Sorry. I'll turn around." Before he turned around you could see the imprint of his dick in his pants. It took you a few seconds to process what was happening before you started to remove your wet shirt. Surprisingly it was more difficult to take off than you had anticipated. As you wrestled with the shirt, you managed to yank it over your head, but not without whacking Heeseung on the shoulder. "Ouch." He said, turning back around to face you...topless.

"Oh my god. I-I-" "TURN AROUND!!" you whisper-yelled. "Sorry," he apologized before quickly turning around.

Both of you were quiet for a moment. "Heeseung?..." "Yea?" "You can turn around now." He slowly turned back around meeting your eyes. "I saw the way you were looking at me. What were you thinking about?" Your question caused Heeseung's eyes to widen. "I-uhh... You're Sunghoon's little sister. I can't..." "I know, but what if it's just one time?" You reached over to grab Heeseung's hand and place it on your exposed tit. He gently started to massage your tit in his hand. "See? It's not that bad... Just one time Heeseung. We can be quiet." "Okay, but this is never happening again, right?" "I promise."

You had no idea what succubus had taken over your body, but you were in no mood to stop what was about to happen.

Without your oversized shirt on, you were left in a pair of pastel panties. He immediately started to kiss your lips before pushing you to sit on the wooden bar stool. He was pressing on your thighs as he deepened the kiss. You could feel how desperate he was for more as he lifted you off of the stool. You wrapped your legs around him as he pulled you in even more.

"Wait," you said stopping him in his heat. "Let's go to my room," you said before leading him down the hallway.

❤️‍🔥: *Click* You locked your bedroom door before Heeseung carried you over to the bed. He started to kiss you again, but this time it was different. You could tell that he was getting more excited as he moved down to your neck, then your breasts, and ultimately...

Heeseung pulled down your panties and began to lap at your wetness. You took advantage of this moment and started to grind on his face by tugging at his hair. You noticed while he was eating you out that he was also jerking his cock. His soft moans were really turning you on...as if you needed any help getting turned on. Heeseung looked so sexy as he practically begged to stay between your legs. The way he ate you out caused you to squirm and moan.

"I don't wanna have all the fun by myself." You said breathlessly before Heeseung stopped and slowly rose to his feet. You fell to your knees as you stroked his thick, twitching dick before putting it in your mouth. It was so thick you could feel your lips stretching around it. He immediately started to forcefully pump himself in your mouth, moaning with every push. You didn't even have the chance to really get into it before he filled your mouth with his hot load.

"Sorry..." he apologized after cumming embarrassingly quick. "Umm, it's okay," you replied, shocked at what just happened. :❤️‍🔥

He gathered his clothes together and got dressed before leaving your room. "Goodnight, Y/N." "Night..."

The next day, you woke up to the sound of Heeseung and your brother playing the game. You knew that's what they were doing because of the loud shouting and rapid clicking of the controllers.

"Heeseung cover for me. I'm gonna flank these guys on the left." "Okay. FUCK!" "What happened?" "Some guy fucking scoped me from the roof." "Oh shit. Hold on...I'm gonna take a few out over here while I wait for you to respawn." "Dammit. These pussies are camping. I gotta find another way around." "Don't worry about it. I'm just gonna fall back and hit them with a grenade." "Okay, let me know when you get over here so I can pick up the loot."

*Knock, knock, knock* "Hey, Sunghoon." "What?" "Is it okay if I go out with the girls today?" "Uhh sure. Wait, no. Why?" "I was gonna hang out with them yesterday, but you told me to hurry home so I had to cancel." "Wait what? Hold on lemme finish up this game and we can talk okay."

It was nearly impossible to talk to your brother when he was in the middle of a game, especially if he was playing with friends. But you kind of wanted to get away for the day. Last night was insane and you didn't know how to look at Heeseung right now. Even just thinking about him got you excited. "Okay, I'll be in my room," you said before walking back to your room.

You decided to listen to music while you waited for Sunghoon. It had been almost 10 minutes before you heard a knock at your door. "Hey, umm...me and Sunghoon are done on the game, so you can go talk to him now." It was Heeseung, the main reason you wanted to go out today. "Oh, okay. Wait, Heeseung..."

You wanted to talk about last night. How did he feel? What was he thinking? "Yea?" "Can we talk about last night?" "What about it?" "We almost had sex. Don't you remember?" "SHHHHH! What the fuck is wrong with you?" he whispered loudly at you before walking into your room to slightly close the door behind him. "What?" "We're not supposed to be talking about that." "Yeah, but I-" "No. we're not talking about this. Just pretend it never happened. You're Sunghoon's little sister and that just feels really wrong." "You weren't thinking about that when you were fucking my mouth."

Before Heeseung could respond, Sunghoon walked in. "Umm. What are you guys doing in here? Y'know what... never mind. What were you trying to ask me earlier? Something about going out." "Yea. I was asking if I could go hang out with some of the girls from my team." "Sure, but you gotta be back home before 6, okay?" "Alright."

The two boys left your room before heading to the living room. "Hey, Heeseng can I talk to you for a minute?" "Sure man. What's up?" "I don't mind you hanging around my sister. I mean we basically grew up together, but you better not be fucking around with her." "What are you talking about?" "I'm just saying. You can't do that with her. I know how you used to like her. You told me that one time you got drunk." "But, that was years ago. I don't even like her like that anymore. I swear. She's like a little sister to me." "Okay, that's good. I just wanna make sure you understand how I feel about that." "Yea. I got it. Your sister's off limits."

It wasn’t long before you went out to the mall with Brianna and Heather to hang out for the next few hours. You had already done a little shopping and now you were sitting in the food court eating lunch. "Okay, so wait. You're asking me what I would do if my brother's best friend was a total hottie?" Heather squealed. "Obviously, I'd fuck him if I had the chance." she laughed. "Yea, but he's your brother's best friend and you guys grew up together." "But he's hot." "Ok, hold on lemme say something. Let's just say he's like a 10, right. And he shows the slightest interest. But on top of that, the thought of being with him makes you feel that rush." "That rush? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" "You know like the taboo, forbidden love type. It kinda makes you want it more doesn't it." "OH MY GOD! Yessss. That makes it hotter." "No way. That makes it worse."

"Wait wait wait wait WAITTT!!! Oh my god. Don't tell me you did it." "WHAT!! No! Of course I didn't." "Yes, you totally did. You fucked your brother's best friend. That is so fucking hot." "That must've been the reason Sunghoon wanted you to come home. I remember you telling us he went to another country or whatever. Oh, I bet you couldn't wait to hop on that dick." Brianna laughed. "Guysssss. It's not like that." "Then tell us what it's like." "Yea, tell us what it feels like to fuck your brother's best friend."

"Look, I'm gonna tell you exactly how it happened. I literally got up to get something to drink. I thought that my brother and him were asleep so I didn't expect Heeseung to be in the kitchen." "And I guess that's when he gave you something to drink huh?" Bree winked. "No. Ugh, y'know what? Fuck this. I'm not telling you guys shit. I'm just gonna eat my damn lunch, okay." Brianna and Heather burst into laughter and continued teasing you for the rest of the day.

Brianna dropped Heather off at her house before bringing you home.

"Hey, I know we were joking around and everything earlier. But seriously, if your brother isn't okay with that, maybe you should let it go." "What do you mean?" "I'm sure he has his reasons for being against it. Maybe Heeseung doesn't treat girls right or maybe Sunghoon might feel uncomfortable looking at his best friend kiss his little sister. Especially if he sees him as a brother. Just think about it okay." "Okay, I will. Thanks for taking me home." You smiled. "Anytime. See ya later, Y/N." Brianna waved before driving off.

You walked inside to see Heeseung alone in the kitchen. You were getting a sense of deja vu. The last time you saw him in the kitchen by himself, you two ended up in your bedroom. "Where's Sunghoon?" you asked, breaking the silence. "He left a few minutes ago." "For what?" "He said he had to do something for school before Labor Day." "Oh, okay."

"Did you have fun?" "Huh?" "With your friends." "Oh, umm yea I did. We mainly just hung out at the mall…y’know. Girl stuff." You said before walking to your room to change your clothes.

*That was weird...Maybe I'm just overthinking things. He could've been genuinely asking.* you thought to yourself.

To take your mind off of your secret affair with Heeseung, you played some music on the mini speaker in your bedroom. You pulled your jeans off before taking off your shirt, then you walked over to your dresser and pulled out an outfit to wear after your bath.

"Hey..." You were so zoned out in the music that you hadn't even noticed when Heeseung walked into your room. "Oh my god!" you gasped, covering your lace bra with the folded clothes in your hands. "Oh shit. I'm sorry," he said immediately turning around. "You must enjoy sneaking peeks at me." "No, it was an accident. I swear." "Right. Because I'm Sunghoon's little sister huh?" "What?" "That's why you find me so repulsive." "That's not true." "Well, how come you shut me down earlier? Huh? If it's not true then it must be something else. What the hell did you come in here for anyway?" "I-uhh-I was actually coming to apologize for that." "For what?" "For being so harsh. I just don't want your brother to know about us."

*Woah. When the hell did we become an us?*

Heeseung turned to face you. "I really do like you, Y/N." He continued to walk closer to you. "And I want to be with you. We just have to keep it our little secret, okay?" Heeseung whispered in your ear, sending chills up your spine. This was much different from the way he acted the night before. "Can you keep a secret?" He asked, gently grazing your lips with his. "Yes." you submissively responded as Heeseung kissed your lips.

He proceeded to guide you into the bathroom in your room. It was like you were entranced by the way you let him take control of you. He locked the door behind you before turning on the water in the shower.

❤️‍🔥: "We gotta be quick. Who knows how long Sunghoon's gonna be." Heeseung said as he began to remove his clothes. "Wait! Are you gonna get in the shower with me?" "Of course I am," he chuckled before walking into the warm shower and kissing you again, but this time you could feel him forcing his cock between your thighs. It barely grazed your clit before you let out a soft moan.

"You like it that much? Huh? You like the way I tease your pretty little pussy?" The hot, steamy water caused Heeseung's hair to stick to his face. Heeseung started to grind harder and faster, sending you over the edge. This time he was focusing only on stimulating your clit because he loved feeling you shake in his arms. He grabbed your hands and pinned them behind your back before lifting one of your legs to expose your throbbing, dripping cunt. "I'm gonna fuck your pussy raw, baby," Heeseung said as he began to pump himself into you. Within seconds you were already ready to cum. "Cum for me baby." after hearing this you came hard and loud, but he didn't slow down and continued fucking you the same way. "Do you like it when I fuck that perfect pussy of yours?" You were a dripping, moaning mess, he had fucked you senseless. You could barely even speak, only broken whimpers escaped your lips.

"Get on your knees and suck it. I wanna cum all over those perky tits." Heeseung huffed as you trembled down to your knees. "You're such a good girl," Heeseung said as he pulled your chin to kiss your lips. "You're such a fucking good girl for me, baby," he continued before stuffing his thick, throbbing cock in your mouth. He did a few strokes before pulling his cock out to let you breathe. "Open up baby girl," he said as you opened your mouth. Heeseung spit on your tongue and shoved his dick back in your mouth, pulling it out every so often. "Mmm fuck, baby. I love fucking that pretty mouth of yours," he groaned as he continued fucking your mouth. "Yea, baby. Just like that. You're doing so good." He threw his head back before pushing 3 long, hard strokes down your throat and pulling out to cum all over your tits. "We can go again after your brother goes to sleep." :❤️‍🔥

Surprisingly, he actually stayed to finish showering with you. He lathered the lavender loofah in his hands before rubbing it over your tits, cleaning his load off of them. He proceeded to clean your shoulders and slowly moved down to the rest of your body.

Sunghoon came home soon after your sexy, teasing shower with Heeseung, but by that time you had fallen asleep on the couch.

You felt a soft kiss placed gently on your forehead.

"You're like a drug to me, Y/N. And I'm addicted. I love the way I lose control around you. Sunghoon's little sister or not, I love you and I have for a very long time."

Heeseung's voice cut through your dream, but you were unsure if you were dreaming or if he really said that.

"Wow, she's sleeping this early?" Sunghoon said seeing you lying peacefully on the couch. "Yea, she just came home, showered, and passed out on the couch." Heeseung chuckled. "Hmm, well I don't wanna just leave her here. Every time she falls asleep on the couch she wakes up in pain. I'll just carry her to her bed and then we can go hang out for a bit." "Uhh, I don't mind bringing her for you." "You sure?" "Yea, I got her." "Okay, thanks. You might want to pull her covers back first-- Y'know what I'll go do that and you just pick her up."

Heeseung forgot that he hadn't had the chance to take his clothes out of your bathroom. He was hoping that Sunghoon didn't see his clothes lying on your bathroom floor. Fortunately, the lights were off and Heeseung kept it that way. For some reason, unbeknownst to Heeseung, there was something about carrying you to bed that he loved. This was the first time he ever did it, but he remembered Sunghoon doing it a few times when you were younger. There were times you'd fall asleep in your brother's bed and he would always carry you to bed, so it was no shock to you when you woke up around 3 a.m. under the covers in your bed.

Feeling a little flushed, you walked to the kitchen to grab a cold drink. You were actually thirsty, but you were also hoping to run into Heeseung in the kitchen. However, to your surprise, the kitchen was completely empty.

You grabbed a tall glass from the cabinet and filled it with cold water, even though you were tempted to get lemonade or something. You drank a few sips before taking the glass back to your room.

Before going back to bed, you peeked into Sunghoon's room to check on him. You had fallen asleep early so you were just checking that he was in bed. You saw your brother curled up in his bed, wild strands of hair framed his delicate features. Your brother could be very annoying sometimes, but you knew it was just his way of looking out for you.

You slowly closed the door before entering your room.

"HEESEUNG!!" you quietly shouted before closing the door behind you and placing the glass of water on your desk. "What the hell are you doing in here?" "I forgot my clothes in your bathroom." "Oh..." "Did you want me to leave them in there for you to try on later?" "No, I-" "I'm teasing." Heeseung held his clothes in his hands and walked toward the door.

"Hmm, you closed the door. Were you expecting something else? Maybe that extra round now that your brother's asleep?" Your cheeks turned red upon hearing this. "WHAT! NO. I-I didn't even think about that." "Okay, so you don't mind if I just walk out and go back to bed?" "I...umm-" "Exactly," Heeseung chuckled as he continued walking to the door.

"Wait..."

"What? Lemme guess, now you want me to stay?"

"Well...yea."

You saw a grin widen on Heeseung's face as he dropped the clothes in his hand and practically pounced on you, taking a handful of your hair as he pulled you in deeper for a passionate, aggressive kiss.

❤️‍🔥: He leaned you over your bed, grinding himself against your ass as he continued to kiss and bite your neck and shoulders. Still keeping a grip on your hair, he reached his free hand into your panties. He pushed two of his fingers into your wet pussy and used his thumb to stimulate your clit.

You remembered what he said earlier about loving the way you shake in his arms so you already expected to be edged and teased until you could barely stand. Occasionally, he would pause to lick your pussy from behind, spreading your lips with his fingers. "Okay, baby. It's my turn now," he said before softly spanking your ass. You crawled onto your bed before feeling Heeseung force his thick cock inside of your pussy causing you to let out a soft moan from the pain. Upon hearing that, Heeseung placed a hard smack across your ass.

"I love it when you moan for me, baby. Do it again," he commanded, smacking your ass again as he continued to pump himself inside of you. The strokes weren't fast and aggressive like earlier, instead, they were long, full, hard strokes. He'd slowly pull back, nearly letting the tip escape the warmth of your throbbing hole before quickly slamming himself back into your pussy.

By this time your knees had given out and you were fully supported by his grasp around your waist. He continued like this for a while, spanking your ass and fucking you from behind before flipping you over on your back. "I wanna watch you cum." he said as he started to pump himself inside of your, picking up the pace with every stroke. "Play with that clit for me, baby. I want you to squirm for me." Just as he instructed, you started to rub your clit. "That's it, baby." he kept up a consistent speed before you came all over his dick. He pulled out of your pussy and forced himself into your mouth as he filled it with his cream.

Even though you were exhausted, you wanted to go again. "Heeseung?" you called out as he sat over you. "What?" You didn't say anything. You just looked at him and he must've read your mind because he just smiled before inserting himself back into your pussy. Tears rolled down your cheeks from the overwhelming sense of pain and pleasure. He continued to fuck you hard while sucking on your tits. Heeseung grabbed your hands, holding them over your head as pounded himself deeper into you before the two of you came together. You could feel his hot load flood your pussy as it continued to spill out. :❤️‍🔥

The next few days continued the same way, you and Heeseung sneaking around and fucking whenever Sunghoon wasn't looking. However, by that time Heeseung and you had made things official. You were now secretly dating your brother's best friend.

Since there was no school the following week, you and Heeseung had plenty of bonding time whenever Sunghoon went to work. On top of that, your parents were still away on a business trip, so the two of you enjoyed every moment you had together.

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OH LORD MAMA TAKE THE WHEEL THISNIS MY LAST ONE.

imagine the boys just got back from a mission and when they enter the base, they found sweetheart cooking their country food for them. The taste is giving ✨SEASONED✨, its giving ✨you want me to marry you✨, its giving ✨that type of food that added 10 years to your life span✨, ITS GIVING ✨YOU DID A VERY GOOD JOB AND IM PROUD OF YOU✨

NOOOO NEVER STOP THESE I SWEAR YOU'RE JUST FINE 😍😍🫂🫂 these give me life you have no idea miss roro💕

(@missroro ROROOO GURL IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER😭😭 PLS FORGIVE ME I WAS SHADOWBANNED AND THEN OTHER ASKS KEPT POURING IN🧎‍♀️this is quite long, so hopefully you will take that as a sacrifice for my tardiness 🙏I hope you're doing well! I miss you LOTS 💓)

BUT UGHHH GOD

And the FACT that I already have a scenario that's kinda like this blows my mind 🤯🤯

When Sweetheart wasn't needed for this certain mission, she said "aight bet. I know yall are gonna be so damn tired and hungry so watch this WORK."

(Idk if you wanted Sweetheart to cook her home food, or cook their country meals, so imma do both 💀)

Her home-cooked food:

When Task Force 141 came back to the base they smelt that SEASONING IMMEDIATELY LIKE--

Gaz: Something just happened.

I know he's the FIRST to book it to the living room, and then he sees the PLETHORA

GRITS, SWEET YAMS, MAC AND CHEESE, CHICKEN, HAM, GREENS AND OX TAILS, CORNBREAD-- ALL THE GOOD SHIT YOU CAN THINK OOOFFF

Gaz squeals (LITERALLY SQUEALS) cause he's been wanting to taste her cooking.

(He's always asked about African-American cooking since he grew up with British cooking. Sweetheart told him the goodness and he's been hooked on it ever since)

Everyone else comes in and sees the table and they're just in shock

Like what the hell- how long did it take you to make all this?? I love you???

It felt so domestic, like coming home to a home cooked meal after getting off work and seeing your wife smile at you saying "welcome home, dear!"

Sweetheart is just beaming at them, saying "I know yall have been through hell, so have a lil' piece of heaven!" (She's so CHEESY) the mother in her comes thru, telling them to take showers and get situated first then come eat.

WHEN I TELL YOU THAT THEY B O O K E D IT TO THE MENS SHOWERS TO GET CLEAN-- GHOST PUSHED ALEX AND SOAP INTO A WALL SO HE CAN GET THERE FIRST (König and Price were already in there LOL they're witches I swear)

They were done so quickly Sweetheart had to check if some of them were actually clean

Sweetheart: Suds?

Soap, flushed: uhm, yeah?

Sweetheart, eyes squinting: Did you wash yo' ass?

Soap:

Soap: Yes...?

Sweetheart: GO GET CLEANED

Soap: BUT FOOD--

Sweetheart: G O

(Alex and Gaz low key laughing at him and Price is disgusted that Soap sometimes doesn't wash his ass)

They all finally sit down and they just enjoy the warm feeling in their chests while looking at the food. Sweetheart turns on some r&b music (is this a black 80s BET movie? MAYBE) and she walks to the edge of the table, eyes are filled with love and pride for her team. "Aight, I'm gonna keep this short and simple cause I know all yall are hungry and tired," she starts. The team sit on every word she says, as they always do. She smiles. "I'm glad you all made it back safely. Successful mission or not, I will always be proud of all of you. I love yall."

She's too good for them, man. Wtf

They all just fell in love with her more AHA

So she sits down and the chatter and clatter begins. They all moaned so much when they ate the food 💀💀

(They all went into a food coma and had the BEST SLEEP EVER)

(If she made everyone's food from their culture) (I put my whole ass into this wow)

When SAS and Los Vaqueros trudged through the hallway, they heard a clang and a yelping "Ow! Son of a-"

Price and Ghost look at each other before picking up the pace towards the kitchen. "Sweetheart? Are you -" Price freezes when he sees the kitchen filled with different types of food. " - Okay..."

"Oh fuck-- Hey! Yall are back already! That's wonderful." Sweetheart nervously laughs as she wipes her hands on her messy apron. The others start to come in, not expecting the different dishes on the counters. She squeals, "Nah uh! Don't come in here! Go and get cleaned now, all of you!" They stare at her for a bit until sprinting to the Men's Showers. Shouts and loud bangs from falling tact gear are heard, making Sweetheart chuckle and shake her head. Once the men came back to the kitchen, she was gone and so was the food. "In here!" She yelled. Soap made it first to the dining room and let out a big gasp. On the long, make-shift table sat a multitude of different foods and drinks each man recognized from their home country.

"Oh, mo leannan, this looks barry!" Soap exclaims.

"In English, Mactavish." Ghost mumbles, making Soap kiss his teeth. "This looks wonderful, St.! I'm- how did you--" Sweetheart shushes him, Soap still smiling ear to ear. "Don't ask questions! Just come sit down and get your plate."

They all grab a plate and utensils with rushed steps and big smiles.

- 𓆩♡𓆪 -

Price, Ghost, and Gaz sat at the end, where they all recognize the things to make Bangers and Mash. Shepherd's Pie and Fish and Chips could be found on all their plates with a side of Barm cakes. Their dishes melt in their mouths, dragon breathing at every bite since it was still hot. Ghost had a feeling in his chest that he felt extremely warm and overwhelming. He didn't think she would make something like this for him. "How're yall enjoying it?" She asks behind Price. "Umberweivable!" Gaz spouted out, a disbelief and amazed look on his face. Sweetheart laughs at him, "Hopefully, that meant unbelievable!" Gaz nods quickly with big food-filled cheeks. "Absolutely amazing, Princess." Price says after taking a swig of homemade Ginger Beer. "Haven't had Shepherd's Pie and Ginger Beer in so long. Good run down memory lane." Price smiles with soft and grateful eyes. Sweetheart snorts out a laugh and taps her cheek. Price raises an eyebrow until the embarrassment creeps in. He grabs his napkin and wipes the food that was stuck to his cheek. "I'm glad you like it, Cap! It was so hard finding an easy recipe for that damn beer." Sweetheart grumbles, looking at the kitchen with furrowed eyes and hand on Price's shoulder. He leans into her touch and sighs. "All in all, thank you." He murmurs, lifting her hand and placing a kiss on it. Sweetheart giggles, ignoring the heat coming from her hand. "You're very welcome!" She moves to Ghost, who has been quietly shoveling food in his mouth. "Hey Ghost! Are you--" Sweetheart stopped when he looked up at her. Eyes big with tears running down his flushed, stuffed cheeks. His eyes tick away from her changed face. "What...?" Simon whispers. She gives him a soft smile as one of her hands wipes off his tears. He didn't even notice the tears falling... "You enjoying the food?" She asks softly. Oh, that tone. That tone she uses only for Simon. He shivers, nodding his head slowly and then laying on her hip. She coos, wrapping her hand around his head while giving him head scratches to calm him down. You're alright, Simon. She's saying through her touch. Enjoy yourself.

Soap was practically vibrating in his chair when he saw a pitcher of Scottish Ale next to a big pot of Cullen Skink and an array of Scotch Pies with small Bacon Butties on the side. He did a double take when he saw a dish filled with Stovies and fried cut potatoes. Just how he ate it when he was younger. He lets out a disbelieved laugh as he reaches for it. "St.!" He calls out to her. She comes over with a worried look. "Wassup Suds? Everything okay?" He looks up at her with glassy eyes and a smile, nudging the Stovies. Sweetheart snickers, "I told you I would make it! I remember you tellin' me that your...màthair? Or-- mudder- damn I forgot how to say it-- but ya mom use to make this for you! So I looked up a recipe and may have added some of my extra spice to it." She explains as she whispers and laughs that last part. He can't believe that she remembers that. He told her that when he met her; telling her all the different Scottish cuisines. "I hope it tastes good..." She mumbles to herself. She cares. Soap grabs his spoon and collects some of the dish. She cares so much. Memories going through his mind when he chews it. She cares too much. "It's delicious." Soap whimpers out. Sweetheart smiles as she bends down to hug him. "I'm glad you like it."

Alejandro exclaims loudly when he takes a bite of his abundantly covered Elote. Rudy chuckles at him, taking another big ladel of Pancita and putting it in his bowl. "Hey guys, are you- WOW," Sweetheart yells. "You guys really ate almost everything! The Tamales and Flautas are gone..." Alejandro hums as he swallows. "So is the Ceviche and the Pipián." They both laugh at Sweetheart's surprised face. "Yall were hungry!!"And we still are, mama!" Alejandro snickers, taking more bites of his corn. "Mi flor, how did you make some of these dishes? And by yourself?" Rudy asks. He's so proud of her. He feels like he's back at home. "Oh, I had some help! Kinda-- some of the rookies helped me make the dishes! But then I kicked them out cause they were getting on my nerves." Sweetheart said, making the men laugh. "I knew you were a good cook. You would make a good wife someday, Sweetheart!" Alejandro shouted out as he smiled. Her shy laugh made him feel warm, but he wants his statement to come true.

König wanted to cry. He hasn't seen such a big pan of Tiroler Gröstl in a while. A basket of Kaiser Rolls is next to some Kasnocken and a pot full of Potato Gulasch. He scratches the brown hood he has on. Sweetheart made it for him so he could wear it when he's on base, since his other one was stinking up the joint. He watches Krueger take a big bite of his food and gulp down his drink that tastes like Almdudler. He's also wearing a hood that Sweetheart made for him; light blue fabric and handmade yellow stars scattered around it. It's scrunched up to his nose, his scarred lips still munching on his roll. He seems to be enjoying himself. König hasn't eaten with Krueger ever since they were kids. The impact on Krueger's actions in the past really changed everything for König and the family. But at least they're bonding in silence. "Hey, you two! Enjoying the food?" Sweetheart asks. Sweetheart. "Yes, meine kleine Göttin. It's very tasty." Krueger compliments her. She giggles, but it's cut short when Krueger grabs her arm and kisses her cheek. "Thank you for this wonderful feast, my love." He whispers in her ear with a smirk. Her mind goes blank for a moment, the heat of the kiss still searing on her brown skin. König grips his fork hard, turning his knuckles white. She sputters and then loudly laughs. "Yeah! No- no problem! I uh, König? How you uh, you enjoying the food?" He looks down at his plate, still quite full of food, yet not feeling like eating any of it anymore. König smiles with his eyes. "I am, Schatz. Thank you."

Horangi was enjoying himself to the fullest. Slurping down some Jajangmyeon with korean fried chicken and Kimchi fried rice with an egg. It reminds him so much of his mother's cooking, and when he didn't receive any Valentine's Day gifts so he would eat the noodles on Black Day. He blows on the noodles, the steam fogging up his black sunglasses. He wishes his past choices didn't bring him to this point. To be reminded of what he had, and now it's gone. He drank some of his soda, causing a big burp outta him. "You seem to be enjoying it, Horangi!" But without all his choices, he wouldn't have met her. He chuckles, covering his heavily scarred smile with his hand. Her warm hand snakes around his, gently pulling it down. She wants to see his smile. Her eyes sparkle at seeing his half-uncovered face. He's so pretty... "You like the noodles? M'sorry if I got the sauce wrong, I think I forgot some ingredients--" Horangi shakes his hand up. "No, no! It's perfect. The black bean sauce is amazing. I almost finished the whole pot." He's extremely impressed by her, but the cold feeling in his spine is wanting him to put the mask back on. Sweetheart squeals and claps, "Oh wonderful! I'm so glad you like it! By the way.." She leans down to hug his frozen form. "I hope to see your smile again. It's very pretty." She says. He is not grateful for his past choices, but he is grateful for her.

Alex and Roach enjoy their food in comfortable, happy silence. Alex hasn't had a decent cheeseburger since his leave. He dips a crinkle cut fry in ketchup, while Roach enjoys a big Maine Crab Roll. He's never tasted one before, but he always has, ever since Sweetheart gave him a postcard with the Roll on it, it's been his dream to taste one. "Yo, Alex! How's the burger?" Sweetheart asks, walking up to the both of them. Alex hums with a smile on his face. "You can't go wrong with a cheeseburger unless it's from a dirty bar." Sweetheart laughs, "Amen to that! And you're you doing, Gare Bear? Ya like the roll?" She asks sweetly. Roach can feel his face heat up from the nickname. He puts it down, finally taking breaths from horking it down non-stop, and putting two thumbs up. Her bright smile made both of them feel warm inside.

Graves sighs. His bones and joints hurt so damn bad. That mission with everyone was successful but it always costed some type of labor pain. He went to his dorm, already clean and changed into casual clothes. He could've sworn he heard laughing on the other side of the base... It didn't matter to him. All he wanted to do was to sleep off this pain. He notices a big plate covered in tin foil and a small note plus a coke-a-cola on his door mat. His eyes scan down the hall way with confused brows. Is he being pranked by one of his shadows? He better not be, he doesn't have the patience for it- Oh it's from Sweetheart. Wait- "What?" Graves mumbles, eyeing the messy note. The note reads:

Hey Graves. Congrats on the successful mission

Made you some dinner cause I'm pro proo pri PROU FUCK proud of you. That is the only time I'm gonna say that to you and it's not even in person. Doesn't matter, enjoy the food

Sweetheart ♡ (p.s. you still an asshole and NO I did NOT put laxatives in your food this time)

He huffs out a chuckle with a wobbly smile. So she does care for him. In a-- weird, hateful way. He walks in his dorm with food and drink in hand and opens the tin foil, the smell of barbecue baby back ribs, steamed carrots, buttered rolls and mashed potatoes fill his nostrils. His mouth waters immediately as he sits in his desk chair. He digs in with the utensils that Sweetheart gave him, his mind immediately going to his repeated fantasy about having a family with Sweetheart. Her, serving him a big plate of food with their baby boy on her hip. She kisses Graves's forehead and situates their son in the high chair before she starts to eat as well. A happy smile works on his face, not feeling the tears streaming down his cheeks. A happy family. "It's delicious..."

- 𓆩♡𓆪 -

After Dinner Bonus!

"Hey, no one go ANYWHERE! Yall are helping me clean all this shit up!" Sweetheart points out with a frown. Soap laughs, "Of course, hen! Why wouldn't we?"

"You did a lot for us, Princess. We'll take care of everything now. Go and take a load off." Price says close to her. Very close to her. "Nah, I can help!" Sweetheart pushed. "Your shoulder has been bothering you, hasn't it?" Ghost said, making Sweetheart flinch. "Why you gotta call me out like that, man?" Sweetheart whined. He was right, though. She's been rotating her left shoulder from time to time, playing it off every time one of the boys asked about it.

Alejandro laughs, placing his hand on her hip. His thumb doing small circles on her thin clothing. Rudy and Krueger strolled towards Sweetheart. Rudy wore a soft smile, yet his eyes told a different story. A more mischievous story. Alejandro's voice dropped an octave, making a hot jolt spike through Sweetheart's spine. "Come now, mama. I know just what to do to help you relax."

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stupid islander

Mat Barzal x Crosby!reader platonic!Trevor Zegras x Crosby!reader platonic!Jamie Drysdale x Crosby!reader

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yncrosby love watching this loser with these losers (don’t ask about the ring) (but someone please tell the old man to get instagram)

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jamie.drysdale I don’t even know about the ring

yncrosby I’ll tell you later

alexnylander we’ve been trying to tell him. never works

yncrosby he’s so stubborn

user1 crosby siblings > anyone else

tysmith_6 I think you should give it up

yncrosby ty how could you

kletang_58 best sister award goes to yn

yncrosby damn right

user2 anyone notice mat barzal liked?

yncrosby who?

barzal97 ouch

trevorzegras does the kid like me again

yncrosby not sure Trev. not sure

trevorzegras wow thanks for the reassurance yn

yncrosby 🫶🏻

penguins what a game tonight!

ny_islanders just wait for Wednesday 😈

tysmith_6 first mat, now the islanders?

trevorzegras 🤨

jamie.drysdale care to explain?

yncrosby it was one date

barzal97 oh yeah?

tysmith_6 get out of here

alexnylander I’m telling Sid

barzal97 shit

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yncrosby this barzal guy kept getting in the way of all of my pictures. asshole

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barzal97 right because your camera definitely wasn’t looking for me

yncrosby watch it 13

barzal97 ok babe, I see how it is

tysmith_6 hahaha, babe? thought it was one date

yncrosby 1 date … 2 dates … 7 dates, I don’t really know

alexnylander 7!? WITH THE ENEMY!?

yncrosby yours not mine 🤷🏼‍♀️

user1 probably using him for money

barzal97 other way around tbh

alexnylander just showed this to Sid and he says, and I quote “my sister will not downgrade her last name, he can become a Crosby”

yncrosby Sid acting like he didn’t know

barzal97 did he know?????

yncrosby of course, he’s my brother

barzal97 babe he’s gonna beat me up what the hell

jamie.drysdale who knew barzal was whiney

yncrosby me. I knew.

trevorzegras why do I not hate this

yncrosby and this trev is why you’ve always been my favorite 🫶🏻

user2 I bet she’s the best girlfriend

penguins but yn, think about the rivalry🤦🏼‍♀️

tysmith_6 damn these penguins moderators really enjoy the drama

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yncrosby love you most matty ❤️

barzal97 impossible love

jamie.drysdale 🤢

trevorzegras jamie get tf out

jamie.drysdale you’re on HER side!?

trevorzegras uh, yeah. made that very clear

alexnylander thank god Sid can’t see this

yncrosby oh stop

user1 I hate this

trevorzegras hey that’s my kitchen

barzal97 it’s a good kitchen

tysmith_6 can we keep it pg?

yncrosby we literally kissed?

tysmith_6 too much for the kids (jamie)

jamie.drysdale rude

yncrosby oh we love you jim jam 🫶🏻

user2 yn’s nicknames >>>>>

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yncrosby someone tell me this wasn’t a bad idea. I just can’t say no to him 🤦🏼‍♀️

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barzal97 don’t even pretend you didn’t want him too

yncrosby I did! but I don’t think it was smart!

barzal97 but who cares! we have a son!

alexnylander mmmm not quite

trevorzegras IM COMING OVER TO SEE MY NEPHEW

yncrosby OKAY

alexnylander what does Sid think?

barzal97 he’s literally here playing with him

kletang_58 Barzal has balls when he knows Sid can’t see this eh?

yncrosby back it up kristopher

jamie.drysdale now I can’t hate Mat

yncrosby because of the puppy?

jamie.drysdale yes! he made me an uncle

barzal97 hey whatever works

user1 does this puppy have a name??

yncrosby Captain!

nhl welcome the newest Penguins/Islanders fan!

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yncrosby as a heart attack

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I feel like Roger loved both Buggy and Shanks equally, it’s just that he REALLY saw himself in Shanks and less so in Buggy, which made Buggy feel like the less loved child, just because he didn’t quite have the same “Oh wow we are just immediately on the same wavelength” like these two

If you asked Roger though he would have spoken about both of them with equal pride. He may see himself in Shanks but Buggy is … Buggy is just his own entire thing and sometimes Roger is kind of stupefied at this young pirate just putting so much into showmanship and being FLASHY and by god this is a greedy little shit but that just means he is just always going after something.And once he gets it he’s gonna show it off in the flashiest way possible that’s just so infectiously joyful to witness. Also- bombs?! Who taught him that?! Rayleigh did you teach him that? He didn’t teach him that! How’d that boy get so crafty! Hey guys check it out Buggy made a BOMB! Haha, hey may never know quite what’s going on with this brat but what a lad! His little firecracker…

Buggy wasn’t unloved but he was a massive causality of Shanks “chosen one” status (another one of these is Shanks himself imo but that’s getting into theory corner), because in his eyes that didn’t leave him to be anything else.

Yessss I do agree that Roger didn't really have a favourite, just different approaches to the kids. If there was any favouritism it would be unintentional, like I've said before. Because I really don't think Roger was that type of man. He loved those kids, they were basically like his sons.

I also agree that he saw himself in Shanks. And he saw something completely different in Buggy. Not just in the way that he was different from himself and Shanks, but he was different from everyone. Roger has never met someone like Buggy before and that fascinated him. This little kid was so... flashy, as he put in his own terms. And he was a go-getter. Roger was convinced that kid had the potential to flip the world upside down if it would get him what he wanted. And there's something so refreshing about that kind of unending determination. The only thing that stood in the way of that was his inferiority complex. And oh did Roger try to make it better. He tried his best to treat him and Shanks equally. Always told them both they could do anything they put their mind to, and that he loved and cared for them deeply. But it just didn't seem to penetrate through Buggy's thick skull. Him giving his hat to Shanks did NOT help. I think that small action was truly the catalyst for the "chosen one" complex you talked about. I mean the effects of it are still very much present, with Luffy and all...

I don't think Buggy was really a casualty in Shanks and his "chosen one" status (at least not as big of a casualty as Shanks himself) because he didn't let himself get stuck because of it, like Shanks did. He knew he couldn't reach his full potential in his friend's shadow, so he left. He started a new life because he refused to be stagnant. And he had a goal, a dream, that did not match what Shanks wanted. So of course he left, because Buggy always goes after what he wants. He chose to go forward, but Shanks stayed there. He could not move forward. He was destined to be forever that little boy on Oro Jackson, the pirate king's chosen one, and that teen Buggy left in Loguetown. (Taylor Swift - Right where you left me, literally)

On a lighter note... those damn bombs!!! Who taught him???? Literally no one. I'm convinced he just threw shit together. And honestly, Buggy is very smart. He figured how things work very quickly at a young age, and he was always good with his hands. It's another thing Roger always felt proud about him. "His little firecracker..." Anon shut up right now I will cry 😭😭 that's so cute

Thank you for this!! Sorry for replying late, I knew I was gonna write something long so I wanted to do it when I had the time

#one piece #buggy the clown #red haired shanks #gol d. roger #shuggy #character analysis

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“Fucking hell. If it ain’t Wallace McGrew’s oldest boy!… Ryan, you did good. Fuck yeah you did. I can’t think of anything else that I would enjoy more for my 65th birthday....

“TJ, did you know about this?... I’m surprised you two kept this secret so well. So is he a true faggot or one that you made?... Well I’ll be damned, Wallace raised himself a screaming sperm burper, and that knob gobbler is standing before us, bound spread eagled, collared, gagged,… plugged too. All for me. Fucking hell Ryan, you couldn’t have done any better with this year’s birthday cunt….

“…So you are the son of Wally?... Just nod…. Good. Do you know who I am?... I would have been surprised that you hadn’t. What about my ranch manager TJ?... No. Did you know Ryan was my boy?... No. Good.

“Ryan, why isn’t his pecker caged? That’s one hell of a raging hard-on…. This faggot’s pecker is like steel…. It’s a good five- or six-incher. It doesn’t look like he’s on any hard-on medication. That’s all natural. Goddamn! This boy is leaking up a storm. Now I understand why you didn’t put a cage on him.

“Why don’t you two bring the fuck table over and secure him bent over. Nice body. Ryan, you did a good job shaving him…. What? You didn’t shave him?... Well that’s interesting.

“Look at that ass. See those purple marks on his left cheek. Those are scars from a savage whipping. His back has healed up, but I can still see some marks.

“Faggot, you have played before, haven’t you? It’s obvious you are a faggot. But you have been beat before, right? I mean a man has inflicted pain on you for his own enjoyment?... Did your daddy do this to you?... No? Too bad. You would have been a lot more interesting if he did.

“Fucking hell. This changes things.

“Ryan, TJ, fuck him. TJ you go first. Be quick about it. Ryan, yank out the plug and let me see it…. It’s spotless. Did you clean him out?... So the faggot was prepared…. Actually that doesn’t surprise me. TJ, just shove it in and go to town. Be rough on the fag’s cunt. I want you to cum quick.

“Ryan, show me the video of him…. Wow, the faggot knows how to service your fat pud. Look at him go. That’s one hungry fag boy.

“Hey faggot, have you seen this?... Look at how you throat Ryan’s sausage with ease. I’m actually impressed here. I know it’s hard to focus on the video with TJ plowing your twat. He’ll be done soon. He’s already started picking up the pace.

“Look at your face here. That is the face of a true faggot. You are in ecstasy slobbering on Ryan’s cock…. You seem to have no trouble with his fat pud. Most faggots struggle with throating him.

“Oh fuck here goes TJ!... Damn! He really came hard.

“TJ! Pull out so Ryan can take over.

“Ryan, go in hard and don’t let up. Get your nut quick then you and TJ can get out of here. I want to spend some alone time with my birthday present.

“Hey faggot, the cock filling your mouth in the video is plowing your cunt. You are kinda getting it from both ends from the same dick….

“Ryan, you should see his face right now. He’s not struggling like the others. It appears that Wally McGrew’s son is a seasoned cum dump whore. I take it that he’s loose?... Typical.

“Faggot. When a man, a real man, is going to fuck you, you need to provide a hole that will provide him pleasure. So tighten up that cunt…. Well, that got a smile out of Ryan…. He’s picking up his pile driving. Hear that? That’s the sound of a two hundred fifty-pound man grunting as he’s slamming into your loose cunt. No better sound in the world.

“Shoot! Shoot! Flood this faggot’s guts…. Atta boy! Fuck yeah.

“Faggot, clamp down as Ryan pulls out. I want your cunt full of spunk. Ryan is known for two things, his big dick and his huge loads….

“What’s that Ryan?... Finish watching the video? OK. And I want to be alone with the faggot. Plug up the faggot’s cunt, then go wait for me in TJ’s house. Don’t get dressed, and don’t wipe your cock. The fag will suck clean whatever dried slime flakes remain on it in a bit. Now go.

“…So here we are faggot, just you and me. I have to admit, I was truly surprised. Not that Ryan snagged Wallace McGrew’s son as my birthday present, although that did surprise me a little. No, what shocked me is that Wally’s son has experience, lots of it, as a slave.

“From the scars on your ass and back to your worked over nips, to the fact that you didn’t even flinch when Ryan shoved his beer can cock into your cunt, and to the compliance I saw as they were resecuring your bonds, I can tell you have done this before. It’s more than that. The look of ecstasy on your face as this was going on, wasn’t a look of ‘this-feels-so-good,’ but rather one of being in a submissive headspace. I can tell that no matter what I do to you, what pain I will cause, you are suffering for my desires, and it naturally centers your mind.

“Am I right? Nod yes or no…. Yeah, I see you. You are clear to me. I knew you weren’t a pain pig—a fag that is into receiving pain for pain sake. Pain pigs bore me beyond the first few minutes I’m with them. Yeah, if I need to get off, they serve their function. But you need to connect on a much deeper level, craving to offer your pain and suffering for a higher purpose.

“You understand what I am saying. Knowing that I—a naturally superior man—am getting my primal needs met by your service,… your submission,… your sacrifice,… and your suffering is all the motivation you need to continue. You don’t want the pain, but knowing it’s getting me to leak, makes you want it more. It may be confusing to many, but to you it makes all the sense in the world.

“I’m always looking for a faggot with this mindset. I have found a few in my time, never would have guessed that Wally’s boy would be one of them.

“Let me take my cock out…. Look down. I am rock hard and leaking. And I see you are too. So it is safe to say that even though we never really met before, I know you. I really know you.

“Let me ask you faggot, you want to serve me?...

“Submit to me?...

“Sacrifice for me?...

“Suffer for me?...

“Good. Faggots like you are hard to find. I thought Ryan was one when I met him eleven years ago. It was clear that he did not have that mindset. But he connected with me so well on so many other things, that we developed into something else.

“He still serves me and helps me satisfy my cruel sadistic side. He’s definitely my beta boy. That’s what’s his groove is. He likes to bring me objects like yourself so that I can enjoy the way I want to, that I need to.

“Hell, he’s the one who set up this birthday tradition of offering faggots like you. He goes to Denver, and he takes his time to find the victim. When my day arrives, I make the trek here to PJ’s ranch outside the city for the reveal.

“He doesn’t go into much detail with me because it’s my birthday present after all. But I do know that this is a long process for him. And I have to say the slave cunts he offers me has been perfect, yourself included.

“The one thing that he does with each faggot he offers is to make a video of the fag willingly sucking him off to completion. He told me that he uses the fag’s phone to record it leading the fag to agree to the filming. And he always manages to send himself a copy for me to view later.

“Like this video of you expertly throating Ryan’s mammoth cock. You are a true world class cocksucker.

“These videos are great. They provide the motivation for the faggot’s entire time here. Oh, I forgot to mention, every birthday present is closeted, just like yourself. If the faggot does not perform to my satisfaction at any time, that video is sent off to where it will have the biggest impact: boss, wife, girlfriend, or—in your case—dad.

“Yes, the intention was to coerce you into submitting to me. But that all changed in the few minutes when I recognized your true nature. I don’t feel like coercion is possible; your hunger has been visible all this time.

“But don’t worry. I will be outing you to your dad. There is no way in hell that I am not going to pass up that opportunity. Regardless of whether you make my cut, he’s going to receive a video.

“A word of caution: don’t even think of begging me not to. Begging is a form of selfishness, and I do not deal with selfish slaves, faggots, or cunts. You understand?

“No don’t try to say ‘Yes Sir’ around a gag. The primary reason why I gag faggots like you is that I don’t want to hear the shit that comes out of your mouth.

“A sharp nod ‘Yes’ is all that’s needed. It needs to be a quick down then up, and it’s in that order. Show me…. Good. Remember that. A sharp ‘No’ shake would be used in the rare occasion I allow a ‘No’ from you. If your head is secured, then nod with your eyes. If you are blindfolded, fuck it, I don’t need to hear from you.

“You will be staying with me for the weekend. I can see your mind is where it needs to be. I will be testing out your body’s response. You will be filmed doing some extreme kink. I’ll figure what I will use to show your dad. The ability to fuck over Wally McGrew is the best birthday present I could get.

“Did you know he outed me to the whole town once he caught me plowing one of his farm hands? That cost me a lot of business. The worst part was his smug demeanor he had about town; being all righteous looking down at me. Now I get to tell him his son is a piss drinking, sperm farting, ass eating, cum dump faggot. It won’t be just him, our little town will know.

“Oh I got it. I will show your video to Dwight Smith the barber. You dad goes in once a week on Thursday for a beard trim like clockwork. I’ll make sure to be showing Dwight as your dad comes in. Fuck yeah.

“This will happen. Nothing, and I mean nothing, will prevent me from outing you.

“I’m so fucking horny now. First things first, let me unsecure you. I want you to stand in the center. Don’t try to run. I don’t believe for one bit you are going to try to bail, but one thing I have learned over the years is never—and I mean never—trust a faggot slave. And I don’t you. Trust is something earned over a long time serving.

“You have no shoes, and there’s lots of rocks on the ground; you won’t get very far. Besides, these ankle and wrist cuffs that are padlocked on you have a tracking device. So does that shock collar locked around your neck.

“Get over here and help me take my boots off…. That brought a smile to your face. Just set them aside. I’m going back in them once I take off my jeans and boxers. Here, smell my foot. Inhale deeply. Better than any poppers out there. Now my pants.

“I see you eyeing my bulge. Faggot, that is the center of your world from now on. Go on and touch it; I know you want to. But only briefly. Now pull down my boxers. Look at my cock. It’s not as thick as Ryan’s, but mine is a bit longer. It stays hard longer, and I can cum multiple times.

“Sniff my shorts, especially the tiny skid mark. You are going to intimately know my shithole going forward. Now help me put my boots back on….

“…Don’t worry, your tongue will be exploring my boots later. But now, hand me my belt from my jeans. Good. Now go stand in the middle over there.

“Raise both arms above your head. Keep them up there. Today is my 65th birthday. It is a birthday tradition that there needs to be birthday beatings. Spankings are so pointless. A good ol’ fashioned ass lickin’ is more in line with what is needed. And there is no way that my ass is going to receive an ass lickin’ of any type other than with your tongue. So that means you are the one who will be on the receiving end of said beatings. 65 of them. I want you to count. Make sure those numbers are clearly announced around that gag.

“I would ask if you were ready, but your dick is leaking harder than I have seen it before. Look at my cock. It too is leaking. We are both ready to do this. Let’s get some active welts going.

“Now don’t fucking move from that spot. No matter what I do to you, remain there.

“One! Holy shit! That one was perfect across your ass. You will learn, I don’t ramp up my intensity. The first is as cruel as the last. But this one landed perfectly across both cheeks. Oh fuck, I already broke skin.

“Cry all you need to boy. I’ve only just begun. Oh look! There’s some blood. Fuck yeah. “And know this faggot, you are making me one happy man.”

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𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐬 II 1

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ; ᴬ young mother meets a single father, not knowing what that encounter meant for both her and his future.

ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ; ᴛᴏᴊɪ ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ.

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ; 2.3k (this will props have a part 2. it 100% will)

Tags; NSFW CONTENT! MDNI. mention of children(obv). Mention of reader smoking. age gap(reader in early 20‘s toji in late 30‘s). nsfw content. fluff. Angst(?). Unprotected sex.

You were at your breaking point.

First, you unexpectedly get pregnant at the young age of 18, not even done with college or anything to be able to take care of an infant.

And then, the father of your child took his legs into hand and run off, the idea of settling down with a child at such a young age was a thorn in his eye.

Here you were, all alone with a child in your belly.

But it will be alright. You’re strong, you would manage.

Even though the pregnancy was unexpected and a shock at first, you were quick to love the child inside of you, despite not knowing it yet.

This reminder always got you going, standing up when you fell. You did this all for the baby, for its well-being. You would try to be the best mother possible for the child, trying to give it everything it needed and desired.

And you were right. You made it. It was a rocky and hard way, but in the end, you managed. And your child was doing perfectly. That’s all that mattered.

You were now 21, your child was already born and the best and most perfect child a mother could ask for. It was a girl, such a sweet one at that, always smiling and beaming out of joy.

But it was still hard. At the age of 21 with a low-paid job like you had, you were trying to make ends meet and tried really hard to provide everything for your 3-year-old daughter.

Even if that meant working overtime and multiple jobs at a time.

And even if that meant working in that shithole you’re currently busy in right now.

You hated working in that bar, your boss being the biggest asshole you‘ve ever met(after the father of your child) by not having any regard for you being a mother, letting you work horrendous hours which leave you so exhausted that you can have little to no time with your daughter.

It would be better to quit but, where should the money come from then? The other jobs didn’t pay you enough, your main source being this.

„Here’s your order sir. Anything else to tend to your needs?“ you earned a quick thank you from the older raven-haired man seated on the barstool, „yes one beer, please. My son should be here any minute now. Those kids are always so damn late.“

You softly laughed at his little rant, earning a light chuckle from the man himself. „Ya should reallyyy think bout it before ya have some kids, pretty girl.“

Your heart thumped in your chest at his sneaky compliment, „Oh I already have one little girl. But luckily she’s not much trouble yet.“

The man’s eyebrows rose in surprise," Wow really? How old?"

"Three. And your son?" "That brat is seventeen now. It gets tough to handle his attitude all by myself, to be honest."

You smile at him out of sympathy, writing down the order he previously wished for. Alone? Is he a single parent like you? A good-looking one at that.

"You're a good lookin momma, you that?", you chuckled at his words and before you could return the compliment, your conversation with the handsome man got disturbed by the shrill sound of your boss's voice.

"You! Get your ass here!“, he shouted out of the door to the staff room, his voice as painful in the ear as nails scratching onto a chalkboard.

You sighed in irritation, biting goodbye to the handsome man and handing his order to another bartender, making your way to the asshole of a boss.

„What?“, you questioned, clearly irritated by his behavior. „Don’t ‚what‘ me. Stop getting all cuddly with my customers and just do your damn job or you can go home to that little rat of a daughter and eat from the trash.“

Your brows frowned in anger, your next words spitting out like venom, „Don’t you dare speak about my daughter like that you fucking bastard.“

„I talk however the fuck I want. I‘m your boss.“

You breathed out a pity laugh at his answer. „Like hell, you are.“ with that, you stomped out of the room, back behind the bar, too furious to notice the older man and his now-present son looking at you in confusion.

Throwing off your apron and throwing it onto the sink, your coworker looked at you in worry. „what’s wrong?“

„That dickhead in there is wrong! I‘m not working in this shithole any longer!“ you shouted, not caring for the eyes of the customers on you. hell- you even wanted them to hear what an asshole your boss was.

At the loud sound of your voice, your boss stepped out, rage visible on his face, as he made his way towards you.“Then get the hell out for all I care! Go and whore yourself out to feed that fucking child!“

„You should watch how you’re talkin‘ to a lady, sir.“

A familiar voice rang in your ear, the dark-haired male placing a hand on the enraged man's shoulder, causing him to shut up on the spot in fear.

You took this as your chance to huff out a pitiful breath at your former boss, stepping out of the bar and throwing on your jacket.

You're doomed. What the hell did you just do? How ridiculously stupid can one be, to quit the job you desperately needed to feed the child you had at home?

You pulled out a cigarette in frustration, searching for your lighter that you desperately tried to find, to no avail. "Fuck."

Your face contoured into an annoyed expression, frustrated that you couldn't even calm yourself with a smoke.

"You shouldn't smoke if you have kids pretty." You turned to the source of the voice, the man you served earlier extending his hand towards you, your lighter in it. The scar on his lip crinkled at the smirk he was flashing you, animating you to take the lighter out of his hand, turning your attention to the cigarette between your lips.

"Like you would care." Your venomous voice caused the man to laugh lowly, leaning himself against the wall right next to you, head turning in your direction, observing you. "I do."

his intense stare didn't bother you but somewhat startled you, causing you to flash him an irritated look. "Do you want something? Can't you read the room and get when someone wants to be alone?"

"Just felt like following ya. You're interesting ya know?" His gaze flickered between your eyes and lips, searching for an answer from you.

you finished your cigarette quickly, huffing out a breath at his answer, throwing the rest of the smoked-out stem to the ground, stomping on it before heading off.

"Need a ride?" He was quick to follow behind your trail, not showing any sign of leaving you so soon. What can he say? You were just the type of woman he would catch himself falling for and since he had a divorce almost 3 years ago, he felt like spicing up his single life a bit. You seemed to be the perfect candidate.

You wanted to turn and snap at him, but as you felt droplets of rain on your face, you figured it wouldn't be a bad idea. You still had some cash on you and would pay for the ride, and even if he would want you to pay for it in a different way, you wouldn`t mind. He was quite an eye-candy if you were being honest.

"What about your son?" He chuckled at that, "He'll be fine. Got here by himself so he can go back himself too." Your gaze was on him for some time before letting out a sigh.

„Alright fine.“

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The drive was quiet, the older man sometimes taking a glance at you, making you nervous and looking out the window to escape his seducing gaze. „‚round the next corner right?“, he questioned, eyes fully turning in your direction when he stopped at a red light. The red light illuminated his face, beautiful features now more visible to you, not being able to tear your gaze off of his face.

„Huh?“, you questioned as your eyes flickered from his scar to his eyes, a smirk plastered on his face as he noticed you gawking.

„Your house.“, he said, a teasing smirk still glued to his face. „Oh yea. Right around there.“ He huffed out a small laugh at you, causing you to feel the heat rising up your face as you quickly returned your gaze to the window.

„So where’s yer little one?“, he questioned, quickly earning your attention back. „She’s at a friend's. She always is when I’m working this late.“

He hummed in an understanding manner. „What ‚bout the daddy?“ He was just so curious to know if you were taken or just like him, a single parent.

The empathetic part of him wished for you to have a partner, feeling bad for you to go through such a moment alone, with little to no help. But the other part hoped so desperately for your apartment to be empty and rocking your shit. Or in his car, he would accept both, no need to be picky.

You twisted your fingers, hand nervously brushing the back of your neck, „Not here.“ he noticed that you didn’t really want to talk about this topic, quickly dropping it. So he was right, you were just like him.

But damn did he feel bad for you. He couldn‘t imagine being in your shoes since he didn’t have to raise small Megumi alone, only since he was about 13 years old, a young teen. But you with a small three-year-old? It must be tough.

The car was quiet as he parked in front of your apartment, eyes glancing at your nervous form. You bid out a small thank you, not knowing what else to do. By the looks of it, he would clearly not need any money, if you take his experience car into consideration. Sex? He probably has a wife at home.

„Nahhh don’t say that. My pleasure.“ his smirk motioned you to nervously smile, unsure of what to say. „I don’t get much money but-„ he hushed you, hand placed on top of yours, stopping you from taking out your wallet.

„Nah doll don’t do me like that. You know I can’t take anything from such a pretty one like you.“ Wow so, definitely no wife I guess, you thought to yourself.

„But I can’t just leave, I‘m not like that.“ he looked out the window of your side in thought, an idea coming up his mind as he caught a quick glance of your plush thighs, nervously squished together.

God, he almost took you right then and there. But he had to get his mind straight. „Do ya got beer?“

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Yeah sure, he wanted a beer, nothing else. Nonono you’re not getting this right. He didn’t actually plan to be in this position right now, your legs thrown over his shoulder as his cock was deep inside your fluttering cunt- he just wanted a beer, promise!

Oh, who was he trying to fool? He almost jumped out of joy as you offered him to stay at yours for the night since it was kind of late. And when you offered to fuck him with those innocent eyes and teasing voice of yours? Something else down there jumped too.

"Just like that pretty. Give it to me." Your hips bucked up, chasing the feeling of his massive girth filling you up so damn well, mewling as he groaned into your neck. This had to be the best and worst day of your life. Yes, you did get fired but fuck- getting laid after what seemed like forever? A fever dream.

His hand squeezed the fat of your ass, placing a harsh slap at it. "Oh fuck!", you moaned out, head thrown back into the sheets as you felt his pelvic bone grinding against your clit, only adding to the pleasure. "T-this gotta be the best fucking pussy I ever had-fuck! So damn tight." His movements only picked up, leaving you almost completely breathless as your body rubbed up and down along the sheets, your hands clawing at the older man's back, most definitely leaving marks on it.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum.", you stated, biting your lip hard as you felt the odd but familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach, toes curling as you felt a tingle roll down your spine. "Yeah? C'mon, cream all 'round my cock."

His words and the feeling of his tongue flicking your nipple was all it took for you to cum, back arching into his chest and walls fluttering around his length as you subconsciously bucked your hips into his, curses falling from his lips at your action.

"That's right, fuckkk- I'll fill ya up yeah? Sounds good?" he teased, eager to see your reaction, your eyes shot wide open, shaking your head violently no, still coming down from your high. He chuckled at your reaction, "Don't worry pretty, just kiddin'." You relaxed at his words, moans still fleeing your lungs because of the overwhelming feeling of his cock filling you up so well. It's been so long since you had sex, such a good one at that. This might be the best fuck of your entire life.

With a couple more sloppy strokes, he swiftly pulled out of your abused hole, the head was thrown back and Adam's apple throbbed as he released all of his semen all over your thighs and stomach, some even landing on your tits.

He plopped down beside you, the both of you catching your breath, silence filling the once loud room. He broke through the silence, turning his head to look at your exhausted form. "What's your name gorgeous?"

You looked at him confused before wholeheartedly laughing at his question, causing the man to let a sly smirk creep up his lips.

"Y/N.", you said, wiping the tears of joy off your face, now your turn to ask him the same question. "Some call me Daddy and some call me Toji." He shrugged, making you chuckle again.

You moved up to get yourself cleaned up, glancing at the clock as you realized. "Fuck, they'll be here soon-" Just as those words left your mouth the doorbell rang, causing the man to sit up on the bed out of curiosity.

"Shit, shit shit!", you paced around the room, taking a hanky to quickly wipe off the evidence Toji left on you, looking for something to dress up.

Toji was quick to dress up in his boxers and throw on his shirt. "Calm down. It's ya daughter yeah? Ya can dress up in peace, I'll get it."

You looked at him skeptically, unsure if you could trust this stranger you just met today. Before you could decline and get to the door yourself the bell rang again, causing you to panic. "Fuck! Alright go, hurry! Tell my friend I'm upstairs- cleaning! You're the plumber or something."

He moved in the direction of the door after chuckling. "A plumper in boxers?" You groaned in frustration, unable to get out of this situation. You couldn't possibly get the door while you were here, butt booty naked with cum on you. "Just go!"

He was quick to open the door, your friend's and daughter's eyes widening in shock, the unfamiliar face startling them. As he looked at your daughter he noticed how similar she looked to you, the same gorgeous eyes and hair, causing him to flash her a bright smile.

"Hey, little one. Yer momma is upstairs. C'mon, get in." He motioned your friend inside. She flashed a nervous smile, carefully stepping into your apartment with your daughter in her arms.

You never had guys over at your place, especially not older ones like him. What was going on?

You soon came to view, haptically running towards your daughter and taking her in your arm as you placed a soft kiss on her forehead. "Hey, baby. Mommy missed you so much!"

She only looked at you confused, causing you to look up at your friend, a similar expression on her face. It was an awkward silence before your daughter's words broke through it,

"Mommy, is that daddy?"

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