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mschoiyuki · 6 months

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Forever With You

Trafalgar Law x f!reader

tw : angst to fluff. slow burn. SFW

wc : 7.2k

a/n : Modern AU. Everyone alive. Lack of communication. Law is clueless.

request by anon : arranged marriage with Law where you actually do love him but he doesn't know that.

Hi sweet anon, I don’t know you want this as a full angst or angst to fluff. I hope this is what you want, and I hope you like it.

I'm sorry for any grammar errors.

It's best to read this while listening to :

❆ Katy Perry - Wide Awake

❆ Taylor Swift - Say Don't Go (Taylor's Version) (From The Vault)

Enjoy ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

"Law, you're single right?" Doflamingo taps his fingers on his desk.

Law gives his unamused look and sighs, "I'm busy and you called me to come here to ask that stupid things?"

"Here. Go meet her at 1 PM at Dressrosa Hotel. She is your soon wife to be." Doflamingo throw a folder contains photos and all information about you in front of Law.

Law take a deep breath and clench his fist, "Like I said, I'm busy and I don't want to get married. No, I'm not interested in it. Go ask someone else." Law stands and ready to leave Doflamingo's office.

"You know I don't take NO as answers, right my cute nephew? Everything has been settled, the date, the venue, everything. You just need to meet her once before the marriage day." Doflamingo scrunch his eyebrows, "1 PM at Dressrosa Hotel. Takes the folder with you and off you go." Doflamingo puts his leg on the desk and sips his wine.

"Can't you just ask someone else? Like I said-" Law ruffles hir hair in frustation.

"You remember who makes you as a hospital director, right? And you remember with whose money that you could went abroad for collage for your doctors degrees, right?" Doflamingo interrupted Law before he can finish his words, swirling his wine glass.

"Like I said, I don't takes NO as answers. And you need, no, you MUST marry her, because I need their money. No matter what. End of discussion. You can go now." Doflamingo smirks and continue sipping his wine.

Law abruptly stands and storm off without saying any words. Doflamingo peer from his glasses, "Rosi, your son didn't take the files with him. And make sure he meets with the girl."

Rosinante shakes his head and take the folder with him, following Law to try persuade him to meet the girl. He spotted Law walks in to the lift, he runs and call for Law, "Law! Wait for me!!" Rosinante almost fell over in front of the lift and Law immediately push the hold button to let him in.

"I know why you are here." Law lets out a defeated sighs.

"Just go this once, Law. You know what will happen if you defy Doffy. Plus it's not a bad things if you're married, someone will take care of you. Hey, look. She's pretty too." Rosinante open the folder and tries his best to persuade Law, "Just go there for a moment, maybe talk a little? It will be so damn awkward at the wedding day if you ignore her, right?"

"I can take care of myself." Law grumbles, when the lift reach his destination floor, Law quickly get off. But Rosinante still follows Law closely, making Law more irritated than before . "Fine! Fine! I'll go! Happy now?" Law turns his heel to face Rosinante and takes the folder from him.

"Are you sure you want to marry him, Y/N?" Your father, Dragon asks. Being the only daughter of his, he seems reluctant to let you marry with someone from Doflamingo Family.

"Yes, father. 100% sure." You can't help the smiles that form on your face. Dragon not sure why are you so happy to get married even though you never meet your husband to be.

"You do know why Doflamingo wants you to marry his nephew, right? He just wants our money to invest for his hospital business." Dragon still persuade you to consider about this marriage again.

"I know, father. I have a lot of money. You can use my money for the investment, don't worry about it. Also some of my friends works at there, so let's just say I help them." You try to calm your father down.

"It's not about money, Y/N. You're my only daughter and I'm not that cold hearted to let you marry with someone you don't know. I just want you to marry someone you truly love, I just want my daughter to be happy." He may looks cold at the outside, but your father is just a softie to his sons and daughter.

"It's okay, father. Really. If anything happens I'll take care of it myself. Don't worry, okay?"

"But-"

"Ah! Look at the time! I have to go to meet my soon husband to be. Bye, dad!" You cut him off and dash out from his office almost bumps into Sabo at the door, "Oops. Sorry brother number 2." You laugh and kiss his cheek and run off again. "Hey! Where are you going, Nee-chan?" Sabo tries to catch you. "Off to meet the love of my life! Byeee~" You dodge him and stick your tongue out. Sabo glance at his father who shakes his head and sighs.

You nervously wait for Law at the restaurant, rubbing your thumbs together trying to calm down and keep your cool demeanor. When you sees a unique white spotted hat, you stands ready to welcomes Law, you reach your hand out to shake his hand, “Hi, I’m Y/N. Daughter of Monkey D. Dragon.”

Law reach your hand, “Trafalgar Law.”

You both sits down and order some lunch. You try to do a small talks with Law, but he just answer it short and sharp like he doesn't has any interest with you, he also doesn't ask you questions. You bites your inner lip and gives Law a sheepish smile, and eating in silence.

After done with lunch, Law offers to drive you to your house. You happily accept it because it's mean spending more time with him. But sadly silence fall over inside the car.

When you reach your house you ask Law if he want to come in for a cup of tea, he decline saying that he needs to go back to hospital. “Oh. Okay. See you next time then.” You smiles and Law just nods and leave.

You sigh and walk inside your house when your phone rings, your best friend Nami calls. “Hey, how’s your date?” She giggles. “Umm. It’s good maybe? I don’t know. I think he doesn’t like me, maybe because this is an arranged marriage. Or maybe he already has someone he loves?” You can feel the tears are swelling because of your negative thoughts.

“I don’t think he has someone he likes. Luffy never mentioned anything about that.” When Nami didn’t hear your response, “Come on! Don’t be sad. Let’s go out now. You need your bachelorette party.”

When Law arrive at his office, his two friends pestering him asking him about his marriage.

“Is it true that you’re going to marry the only daughter of Dragon? The conglomerate??” Penguin excitedly pestering him.

“Yeah. Got no choice.” Law lets out a long sighs.

“When’s the wedding? So we’re are groomsmen then? Can’t believe you’re getting married.” Sachi squeals.

“Shut up! Get back to works!”

Both Sachi and Penguin scurrying off before they get a taste of their friend wrath, “Can’t wait for the big day! We need to throw you a bachelor party! We will invite the others!” Penguin shouts from the door.

“Don’t shouts in the hospital!” Law massages his back of neck, he can feels his blood pressure is rising. He can’t believe he has to married in less than a week.

Both of you decided just invite your family and close friends to the wedding party. Luffy can’t believe you married his friend, but still happy for you because this means Law becomes his family too now.

After exchanging vows and rings, the wedding officiant announce, “You may kiss your bride now.” Law hesitate but decided to just gives you a quick kiss so this whole party can be over. "And now I announce you husband and wife." You smile happily now that both of you are officially a married couple now, but Law just keep his stoic looks until the end. But he still does his duty, he stays at your side while you both greet the guests.

After the party ends, you both goes back to your new home. "We need to talk, Y/N-ya." For the first time he talks to you first so you got excited, "Yeah. Of course. I'll prepare some tea." Law quickly cut you off, "Don't bother. I'll be quick."

Law sits and gesture you to sit too, "I'll sleep at the guest room. It's not like we married because of love so I don't think it's appropriate for us to sleep at the same room. You can take the master bedroom." You widen your eyes with his statement, "But, I lo-" Law cuts you off, "Let me talk first so we can finish this quickly, because I have an early surgery schedule tomorrow."

"If you need someone to accompany you to your events, just tell me. I'll try to fit my schedules. You also don't have to do any wife duties to me, house chores and marital duties. I think that's all for me. Then I'll excuse myself first." Law stands and leave you dumbfounded.

You can feel something is stabbing your chest, his words really hurts. "Then tell me just one thing." You speak louder so Law can hear you, Law turn his body to face you. "Do you have someone you love? If you have one you should tell me, because I don't want to be the third party here." You clasp your hands praying that he doesn't has one.

Law gives his deadpan look on you wondering why you ask this kind of question, "No. I'm not interested in that kind of things."

“Hmm. Then if you want me to follow your rules, I want you to fulfill my requests.”

“What is it?”

“I want you to spend your days off with me, for a date. At least we have to show other people we are married couple.”

Law considers your offers, “Okay. Fine. Anything else?”

"That’s all for now. Thank you. Good night. Have a good rest, Law." You feel relieve after hearing his answer. At least you still have a chance with him. "Let's take this slowly then. Hopefully one day we can share the same bed or even he will open up to me and loves me." You thought to yourself and gets ready for bed.

Even though Law said to not do any wife’s duties, you still want to act like one. You are his legal wife, you love him, just some small acts won't hurt right?

You know that as a doctor, Law schedules will be so packed. Sometimes he will come home at dawn and when you're coming home from work he's already goes to hospital. It's so rare to see him at home.

So you decide to give him a visit at hospital, bringing his favorite food. You thought that at least he will be happy to see you. No. He's not. You can see his scowl face as if he don't want you to be here. He grabs your wrist and drag you in to his office, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm bringing you lunch, your favorite. Onigiri. Because I know you hardly get times to eat so I made something simple." You handed the lunch bag to him.

Law just stares at you with his cold grey eyes and sighs, "We have canteen here. I can eat whenever I have time. Though I already told you to not do your wife duties?"

You clench the bag, "And I told you we have to act like married couple? What kind of wife that never visits her husband?" You sighs, "It's almost three weeks that we never meet each other even at home you know? I try to stay awake to wait for you comes home so I can greet you. I told you I want a date on your day off. But you never have a day off. At least this is the only way I can see my husband face." You put down the lunch bag at his table, "If you don't want it you can give it to your friends. Bet they will love it."

You quickly leave his office trying to blinks away the tears. You thought that he will chase you and gives his apology, but none. He doesn't come out from his office. "Why would I thought he will do that? Pathetic."

"Y/N! Hey!" You turn your head to the source of voice that calling you, "Hey! Marco! Chopper! You guys are on break?" You hugs both of them, they are your brothers best friends so you've known them for quite a long time too. "Yeah, we are on break now. You good, Y/N?" Marco stare intently at you. "What? I'm good. Come on, I'll treat you guys foods and sweets." You quickly dismiss Marco concern, you don't want him to suspect anything.

"Are you coming to visit your husband, Y/N?" Chopper asking with mouth full of cotton candy. "Yes, I just met him before I bumped into you guys."

"He's a busy man. Being the top surgeon and also the head of this hospital." Marco propped his head on his hand.

"Yeah, I know that." You try not making eye contact with him, because he will know something's wrong and he definitely going to tell Ace about it.

You're going back home after after saying goodbye to Marco and Chopper. "Am I being to harsh with him? Well, like Marco said, Law is busy after all. I'll try to apologize to him tomorrow." Maybe you should be more patient with him, maybe you should be more considerate with him.

When you wake up and getting ready for work, Law comes out from his bedroom, "Hey, it's my day off today." Law scratch the back of his neck. Your eyes widen, "Soo.... You mean we can go on a date today?"

"Yeah. As my token of apology for not taking a day off. But if you're busy then we can move it to next time."

"Oh no no. I'm free today." You call your assistant to move your schedules for the next days. "So, where are we going today?" Your face beaming with anticipation.

"Where ever you want to go. It's up to you."

You decide to just grab a lunch, nothing fancy just a leisure lunch and goes to coffeeshop. Then everything change when you suddenly get a text from Ace.

"Oh my God... Ace, Sabo and Luffy wants to come over tonight. They said they want to have a sleepover at our house." You can see Law face turns slightly annoyed, "Then we should go home now, I have to move my things from my room to yours."

Law starts move everything, and staged it to make it like both of you are really together, sleeping, eating, everything. He needs to make it perfect in front of your brothers, because he knows how troublesome they are.

The three of them arrive right on when the chef done cooking for dinner. As soon you open the door Luffy jumps on Law, hugging him so tightly it annoys Law so much. Ace and Sabo give you a big hugs and just nods at Law.

"So, what's with the sudden visit and sleepover? You guys do know that I'm married right?" You chuckles while enjoying the dinner.

"Nothing, we just miss you, sis." Ace gives his suspicious stare to Law.

Ah... Marco must has said something to him.

After dinner and chatting with the guys at living room, you and Law decide to sleep because you both need to work tomorrow.

Law gets his pillow and blanket to sleep at a couch on your room, "Just sleep here. It's uncomfortable sleeping there. You need a good sleep." You plea at Law, honestly you're nervous mess because this is the first time you will share a bed with Law.

"No, I'm good. You can sleep at the bed."

"It's not like I'm going to do anything to you. If you don't want to sleep here then I'll sleep at the living room. Your choice." You start to picking up your pillow and blanket.

"Fine. Fine." Law let out a defeated sighs and strides to your bed, you smile and scoot over to make a room for him. He sleep at the edge of the bed, his back on you. You smile happily to be this close with him, this is enough for now. Maybe this is a good start, first date, first time sleeping together. You're content with it.

Law blink and open his eyes slowly to get rid of the sleepiness, he feels something warm on his chest. He looks down and find you sleeping peacefully in his embrace. He grunts and slowly lets you go, trying to not wake you up, "How the hell is this happened?" he get off from the bed and get ready to work.

You wake up when you hear rustling voice, "Morning. You want breakfast? I can make onigiri for you."

Law glance at his watch and he still has time for breakfast, and your brothers also still here, "Sounds good."

You happily making onigiri for him, and Law sits waiting for you while reading the newspaper with coffee. The brothers coming out because they smells something delicious, so you also make the onigiri for them.

After you pack the onigiri for Law, you walk him to the door to send him off. "I'm going now. Thanks for the onigiri."

"Wait." You tug his collar and pull him down and you capture his lips softly. Law's eyes widened with your sudden kiss, maybe because your brothers are looking. He slither his hand on your waist and kiss you back. You pulls away and graze his lips for a moment, not wanting this moment to be over. "Have a safe trip and good day, darling." Law's ear getting red with how you calls him, "Yeah, you too." Law murmur and he goes off to work.

You giggle thinking about your second kiss and how he kissed you back. Maybe this is a good sign. When you turn back to the dining room and see Ace and Sabo grinning like idiots while Sabo close Luffy's eyes, your smiles drop, "Now you three should go back to your own house. Shoo!" Ace and Sabo make any kind of excuses to stay at your house a little longer.

This means you can spend another nights with Law, but you afraid that he will be uncomfortable. So Law just tries to adjust the new routine, sleeping at your room, waking up with you in his arms for a week. Law feels like this can be a little dangerous for him, because every time he wakes up and see you in his arm there's something tingling in his heart. Something he can't describe with his knowledge. The feeling of your bare skin on his hands, your warmth, your steady breathe that makes him so in peace.

This is so wrong. Sleeping together, waking up with you. This is all wrong. This has to stop.

When your brothers all go back to their home, Law moves again to his room. He's back to the old him. Going to work or coming back to home when you're already go to work or even asleep. For the first two days you thought his schedule is packed, but it goes until two weeks, you never see Law at home at all, you even try to go to his hospital yet you also can't meet him. Is Law either busy or trying to avoid you.

The third week, Sabo text you saying, there will be a gala dinner for charity so you should come too with Law, because Law's hospital and Sabo company are the sponsors.

You wait at Law office for all day to ambush him, you need to ask him why he never coming home and he also need to attend the gala tonight. But you decide to not ask him about that to not spoiled the mood later.

Law startle when he sees you at his office. "Long time no see, darling. We need to attend the gala tonight. You should go home to prepare." You give him a sweet smile but taste bitter for you. "Yeah, I know. You can go home first, I still need to finish my last appointment for today." Law walks to his desk without sparing you a glance. You sighs, "Fine. I'll wait at home, we need to go there together."

When you're done with your make up and hair, you hear Law's coming home. He also starts prepare for the gala. You go to his room and knock, "Law, can you help me button up the backside?" Then you see Law already on his suit, looking so damn handsome like the day you two got married. "Yeah, sure." Law thoughts he will only help you a few buttons, but when your back turn to him, Law's breath hitched when he sees your bare back. He carefully to not touch your skin, but he feels the urge to touch you. He lightly graze your skin as he buttons up your dress, making you goosebumps and shudder with his touch. "All done." Law's hand still linger for a seconds near your neck, feeling reluctant to let it go. "Oh. Thanks. I'm done, we can go now." Law nods and walks out of his room to get the car started.

After greetings all the guests together with Law, now you both goes separate ways talking with business partner or colleagues. But then when you talking with one of the potential investor, he begins become a little bit flirty and that makes you uncomfortable. You try to endure it because he might be put his money on the hospital or Sabo's company.

You jolt when you feel a hand slither on your waist and grip it tightly, when you look at the hand owner turns out it's your husband hand and that's make you feel relieve and safe. "Are you done talking with my wife? Because we need to talks to the others. If you need anything else you can contact her secretary. Let's go, honey. Then, pardon us. Enjoy your night." Law's hand still on your waist and he leads you to the other people. You look up at him, "Thank you, Law." But he doesn't says anything back.

"Y/N!" You hear a familiar voice calling you, when you turn your head and see the red hair man, you unintentionally slips away from Law's grip and you walk to him and hug him, "Shanks! Long time no see! How you've been?" You’ve known Shanks for quite a long time too, just like Marco. Shanks often visits Luffy when he was just a kid.

When you slips away from Law's grip, he feels a stinging pain in his heart. Law follows you and stand at your side when you chats with Shanks. Law never sees you so happy before, laughing with another man. As time goes by Law watch you still talking with Shanks like Law doesn't exist at your side, it's irritated him more. But he doesn’t knows why.

“Honey, can we go back now? I have an earlier surgery tomorrow.” Law intentionally puts his hand on your waist again and tug you closer to his side.

“Oh yeah. Sure.” You find it strange with Law’s behavior tonight. At first he saved you from that man, that’s normal. Maybe because he saw you feel uncomfortable. But this? With Shanks? He should knows who Shanks is. You say goodbye to Shanks and Law leads you until inside the car.

Another strange behavior from Law is he drives so fast. He never drives more than the maximum speed. “Law, are you okay?” You ask him with concerns but he doesn’t answer you, and it’s makes you worry more.

When you both reached home, Law immediately get off from the car and storm off inside the house and you follow suit.

As soon as you close the door and calls him again he push you to the wall, pinned both of your hand above your head with his left hand, his right hand grabs your neck tugging your hair a little and Law kiss you aggressively. He shoved his tongue in and slide his right hand to your waist pulling you closer to him.

The third kiss with Law leaves you breathless, hot, but you can feel his anger in it. When he pulls away, he quickly moves to your neck and shoulder blade, leaving bite marks. You whimper and says his name meekly, “Law…”

Law shoot his eyes open, pulls away from you and stare you wide-eyed. Your red lipstick is all smudged on your chin, Law sure he also has your lipstick smudged on his lips. Yet you looks so beautiful even you are in mess. He wants to kiss you again but when your lips graze each other, there's something snap in Law's brain. And he stop before he can kiss you again.

Law release your hand and takes a step back, "Sorry." That's all he says and he runs off, he hurriedly get inside the car and left you.

As for you, you still trying to process everything that happened. The kiss, his sorry, and he left you just like this. You even can't ask him what is he sorry for, you even can't stop him from leaving. Everything happen so fast.

You try to call him but doesn't pick it up. You try all night but none. You try to reach him for a week but he can't be find, you try to ask his father but Rosinante doesn't know anything about it. You try to go to hospital and even wait all day at his office but Law not coming up. This is drive you insane.

A week without any news from Law, it's makes you tired mentally and physically but you don't want to give up before you can get the answer from Law. The last retort is you ask his close friends, Sachi and Penguin. You even threaten them. Turns out Law is staying at their place. They give you the address and you rush to go there.

You rings the bell and when Law open the door, he doesn't expect you to be here. Law immediately close the door, but you held your hand between the door to prevent it close. In result Law hurt your hand pretty bad from how hard he slams the door.

Law shocks with how careless you are and he instinctively brings you in. He sits you down and checks your hand is there any broken bone or anything, he massage your hand to ease the pain.

"So, can we talk now?" You stare at Law, you can see how tired he is from his face, it's not like you are any better than him. But he still refuse to talk, so you just sighs and continue to ask him, "Why did you do that? And why you left me? You didn't calls me or texts me. Just tell me the reason, don't leave me hanging like that. I hate it."

Still nothing, Law doesn't looks at you nor even answer you. You yank your hand and hiss at your throbbing hand, Law look at you but he quickly avert his eyes.

It's hurt like hell. Not your hand, but your heart. "I love you, Law." You whispers the words while trying to hold back your tears. "I love you." You repeat it again now more clearly. "I love you." And now you can't hold back the tears anymore. Law just stay silent, but he turn his head to look at you. He didn't says it back, instead he says. "No, you don't. This marriage is not true. We married because Doflamingo arranged it. And I'm truly sorry that you had to involve with it."

"I love you, Law." You try to reach his hand, but Law dodge it. "Go home, Y/N-ya. I think we need to separate ourselves to think more clearly."

"What do you mean? My mind have always been clear, Law." You wipe your tears, "Do you love me, Law?"

Law clench his both hands and stare at you, he can't say anything. It feels like something stuck at his throat, so he just turn his head averting his gaze.

"I'm happy with you, Law. Even if it's just for two months I'm really happy." You close your eyes and take a deep breath, "But, if you don't love me and you are suffering because of me, because of this marriage, then let's divorce. My lawyer will prepare all the papers. And don't worry about Doflamingo, I'll handle him."

You stand up and walk to Law, you reach his face and turn his head to looks at you. "Thank you for the happiest memories you gave me, Law. I love you." You leans in and stop at his lips, instead his lips you kiss his cheek for the last time. Because you don't want your last kiss with Law is a farewell kiss, let the last kiss with Law was the hot passionate kiss he gave you.

You caress his cheek and smile at Law, "You are free now, Law." Then you walk out of the apartment. You enter the lift and make a call, "Sabo, please pick me up." You crouch down and you can't hold back your tears anymore, you sobs while calling Sabo.

Sabo tries to drives faster to pick you, it's really hurt his heart hearing his beloved sister crying like that. When he arrive he immediately takes you into the car. "Take me to your place, Sabo. I don't want to go home. Please." You still sobs and clutching your arms tightly, leans your head to the window.

Sabo lets you sleep at the guest room, he prepare everything you needs. "Can you tell me why you are there, sis? What happened to you? Who did this to you?" Sabo sit at the edge of the bed and hold your hand to calm you down. Being the closest siblings with Sabo, you tell him everything and you cry again remembering how painful today's event were.

"Promise me, Sabo. Don't tell Luffy about this. They are friends. I don't want to ruin their friendship." You try to convince Sabo to keep silent about this matter.

"Then why you did that? Why you have to divorce him?" Sabo still can't understand why.

"If he can be free from this suffering then I'll do anything for him, Sabo." You give him a sad smile.

"Then what about you? You don't care with your own happiness?"

"If Law is happy to be free, then I'm happy too, Sabo."

Sabo grip your hand tightly, "Then what's your plan after this?"

"I don't know. Maybe I'll go to Switzerland to clear my minds. I don't have any confidence what will I become if I stay here." You really want to stop crying but the tears just rolls down on it's own. Sabo hugs your for comforting you, "So, when you are gonna go?" You hiccups and wipe your tears, "Tomorrow."

Law lays on his bed and stare blankly at his wedding ring on his finger. He takes it off, "I'm free? From what? Doflamingo? You?" Free. But he feels empty inside. There's something wrong with this freedom you gave him, but he doesn't know what's wrong with it. Law tries to sleep but his eyes won't shut. He can't sleep, every times he close his eyes, your face appears at his mind. Your crying face haunts him, Law can felt his heart clench when he saw your tears, Law wants to wipe away your tears, but he can't, he doesn't has the right for that. Does Law feels guilty to shove you away? Or he just pitying you?

Law not sure if he feels guilty or pity. But he won't denied that the first time he saw you two years ago in the crowd you were so mesmerizing. When he knew that you are his marriage partner he was so torn, should he be happy or sad? Will you be happy with him? And why did you agreed to marry him? Do you even love him?

But when you said you love him numerous times, he can't believe it. There's no way you love him. Did Doflamingo tricked you? Law keep tossing around thinking about everything that had happened today, "I should go home tomorrow to get new clean clothes. I have to wait when you're not at home then." Law sighs and his eyes feel heavy now with the sleepiness creep in.

When Law arrive at your house, he see Sabo's car outside. Law walks in and Sabo stare at him with anger, "You are really stupid, you know that? I really want to punch you right now but I try to hold back for the sake of my sister that loves you so much. You don't deserve her." Sabo walk past Law and leave him there.

Law lets out dry chuckles, "Yeah, I don't deserve her." Law thought that you are resting at your room, but there's soemthing not feels right at this house. It's feels empty, like nobody is at home right now. Law's guts tell him to check on you, so he walks to your room and knocks. But there's no answer, so he open it. Law's eyes widen when he see your empty room, "So this is it, huh?" Law close the door and starts gather his things, before he leave he looks back one more time. Remembering some moments he spent with you in this house.

You sits at the lounge waiting for your boarding time, looking at your diamond ring, you rub it and take it off, "Funny how this beautiful ring is not from him. Must be someone else pick our wedding rings." You chuckles, trying to hold back your tears behind your sunglass. When you hear the announcement for your flight, you get up and put your ring into the champagne glass.

That night Rosinante come to visit Law at Sachi and Penguin place, "Are you seriously getting divorce with Y/N? Why, Law?"

"Because this marriage is not real from the beginning. Doflamingo already got what he wants. So there's nothing wrong if we divorce."

Rosinante sighs, "Do you hear yourself right now, Law? Your words don't match your face you know. Don't lie to yourself."

"Lie about what? I'm not lying." Law furrow his eyebrows.

"Law, do you love her?" Rosinante ask him bluntly, "See. you even can't say no to it. I saw how you both looks at each other, Law. You look at her with eyes full of love. Think and ask yourself again, Law. Do you love her or not. She came to me asked about you in panic, you know." Rosinante rise and pat Law's shoulder. "It's not too late, Law."

Rosinante’s word lingers at Law’s brain, he stares at his phone thinking is this the right thing to do? Law close his eyes and takes a deep breath, then he push the call button, “Hey, Sabo. This is Law. Can we meet up now? There’s something I need to ask you.”

“What do you want, Law?” Sabo crossed his arms.

“I need to know where is Y/N-ya. And I know you must know where she is right now.”

“And why do you think I’ll tell you that?”

“Because I want to make it right this time.” Law stare directly at Sabo, and it’s make Sabo soften, he tells Law where you are right now.

“Thanks. I owe you.” Law rises from his seat and ready to leave but Sabo tells something to him and that makes Law more sure about his decision.

You strolls around Lake Lungern, enjoying the view and fresh air. Hoping this new environment can heal your broken heart. Yet your mind still wanders to Law. What’s he doing now, does he has surgery today, does he eat yet. You chuckle and shake your head, you flew thousands miles from him yet you still can’t forget about him.

When you look ahead, you see something familiar. A tall man with a white fluffy spotted hat. You squint your eyes, thinking maybe you’re hallucinating now because you just thought about him. Strange… That white fluffy spotted hat coming closer to you until that man stop his tracks a few feet from you.

“Hey.” Law stands awkwardly in front of you.

“This is not real.” You look up at him, blinking away your hallucination. But that man still standing in front of you, "It's real. It’s me, Y/N-ya.”

“What are you doing here? How did you-”

“I asked Sabo.” Law cut you off, “I’m here to take my wife back.”

You can’t believe with what just he said, “Wife?? I already told my lawyer to take care of the divorce papers. You are free now, Law. You can do whatever you want."

"Yes, and since I can do whatever I want then I'm here to take what's mine."

"You are so selfish, Law." You walk past him. You have a mixed feeling about Law sudden appearance. Just when you decided to let him go and yet here he is, spouting nonsense.

Law follow you and stands in front of you again to stop you walks away, trying to convince you that he is serious about this, "I know I'm selfish, and I'm sorry that I hurt you. Can we go somewhere else so we can talk?"

You close your eyes and sighs, "Do you have a place to stay?" Law shake his head. "Follow me."

You walk to a small cottage near the lake, Law follows you in and he put his bag down. "Coffee?" You walk to the kitchen but Law grab your wrist, "That can wait, let's talk first." Law lead you to the couch sits with you.

"Did Doflamingo threatened you to do this? I told you I'll handle him. You don't have to worry about the funds or anything, Law. Just lives freely." You furrow your eyebrows and ready to unleash your rage to Doflamingo later after this.

"No, Y/N-ya. He didn't threatened me or anything. I did this is on my own will." Law take your hand and rub your back of hand and he realize you don't wear your wedding ring anymore, "I know this is too late, but I really wish I still can make it right."

"What do you mean, Law?"

Law take a deep breathe, "I believe we saw each others at Luffy's birthday party two years ago. I mean we didn't talk to each other that time, but I saw you, and I... I felt something that time, but I just brushed it off. Until we met again at the hotel for the marriage thing. To be honest when I saw you as my wife to be, I'm afraid that you won't like me, because this is arranged marriage after all and we never talk before. Until you said that you love me, I still can't believe it."

This is the first time that you hear Law talking this much, and he shows you his vulnerable side to you, "How did you know we saw each other at Luffy's birthday party two years ago?"

"Sabo told me. He also said that you pestering him asking about me that night. Is that true, Y/N-ya?"

"Yeah..." You murmur and look down at your hand that Law still grip.

"I'm sorry, Y/N-ya. I shouldn't had push you away like that. Can we start over again? Is it too late, Y/N-ya?" Law lifts your face to look at him.

Tears begin threatened to fall at the corner of your eyes, you can't believe this day will come. You just nod and the tears fall down, Law hugs you tightly and kiss your temple, and you cry in his embrace.

When you wake up you feel a heavy arm hugging your body from behind, a head nuzzle at the crook of your neck. This feel surreal, from today onwards you will waking up with Law at your side everyday. Law stir awake and he peppered kisses on your shoulder and neck, "Morning, my wife." He says between the kisses. "Gosh. His morning voice is so sexy."

You giggle and turn around to face him, "Morning, husband." You kiss his lips and Law smile against your lips, spending a lazy morning with you under the sheets, feet’s entangled with each other and snuggles is like a dream come true for him.

“Do you remember the kiss you gave me when we got home from the gala dinner?” You propped yourself on Law’s chest and tracing his heart tattoo that you see for the first time.

Law furrow his eyebrows, thinking for a moment, "Yeah... Why??"

"Are you jealous when I talked with Shanks?" You grin at him. "No." Law flick your forehead gently. Your grins widened and you tease him again, "Ah... You are jealous." Law ears turned red, he grabs your arm and waist and flip you on your back, you laugh and Law bites your neck and laps it with his tongue, he suck it to make a red color appear on your skin making you whimper, "You're mine. I don't like it when you get close with other men." Law kiss your forehead and he grab your hand to get off from the bed, "Come on, let's go out and eat breakfast before we stroll around the lake." Well, turns out he quite a possessive man, you try to hold your smile.

Law intertwined his hand with you as both of you strolls around the lake, "Where is your wedding ring, Y/N?" You're taken aback with his sudden question and you stop on your track. You almost forgot that you didn't wear the ring anymore, "Umm. At the champagne glass on the lounge?" You stare at Law with apologetic look, "Well, since we will get divorce so I took it off and left it there. And I know you're not the one that chose our wedding ring. So... Yeah..."

"Yeah, you're right. I'm not the one that chose those rings. That's why this time I choose it myself." Law brings a box from his pocket and he open it. There are two wedding rings in it, a pretty diamond ring that really suits you. You gasps when he open it, Law takes your ring and brings up your hand, "Let's start over again, Y/N. Stay with me forever." Law slips the ring onto your finger and he kiss your knuckles.

You can't hold back your happy tears, you take Law's ring and you slips it onto his finger, "You stuck with me, darling." You giggles and tip toeing to kiss Law.

Law grabs your waist and pulls you close without leaving a gap between you, and he deepen the kiss. When he pulls away, he caress your cheek, "I love you, Y/N."

"Takes you long enough to say it. I love you too, Law." You smile and kiss him again, you can feel Law smiles on your lips.

You don't need Law to kneels to propose you, this is more than enough for you, all that matter is Law asking you to marry him again on his own will.

Both you and Law just stroll around the lake and the village, hand in hand and so in love. Enjoying your honeymoon.

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sanest-bsd-delegate · 1 year

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Sneak Pecks

Headcanon: They got hold of your phone ft Dazai, Kunikida, Akutagawa Masterlist Please look at the request rules in masterlist before requesting.I think Dazai is dominating my blog

Dazai:

Actually he doesn't get to touch your phone because its always with you more then him being with you

It was a fault to leave your phone at home when you went out to get some fresh air

He saw a blinking light under the white blankets of the messy bed he laid on

BOOM DIVES ON THE BED TO CATCH THE SOURCE OF LIGHT

It was a call from an unknown number, that too from Y/N's Phone

He picks up the call to hear "Hello this is Mr Sugaro speaking, am I speaking with Miss Y/N?" "No but you are certainly speaking to her boyfriend Mr Sugaro from Lane 34, Tokyo"

He just made sure the scammer had a breakdown.

This is Dazai Osamu we are talking about, he figured out the password.

He would absolutely surf your phone throughout, when he opens the phone gallery. You had pictures saved....Not of him but of other animated characters.

He went out and ordered his needs and wants from your amazon using your cash and I am pretty sure he also might have ordered food.

He sees your search history And the door opens

Boom

You snatched your phone out of his hands to see all your contacts renamed and all your chats being replied too.

Guess what jealously did? He deleted the folder you dedicated for anime men and replaced it with his selfies.

The man even changed your phone language to Russian.

You were about to beat this man up when the door rings.

Rip Dazai.

*Ring ring* "Who the hell is Alabama rockstar? "

Kunikida:

Please, He is just like a mom

Laughing and giggling at your phone? During work hours? Your phone is snitched

I am sorry, you would totally be sitting anxiously as he goes through your phone intensely.

You don't care if he is your close one, no one could go through your phone without your permission

Alas, he has faster reflexes, so naturally he was able to make you sit on the couch again.

He is horrified by your shopping history. 'Nendoroid Action Figure under 2$', 'Shirts under 3$'

Damn bro you are broke.

But he was audibly gasping when he went through your group chats.

Wait till he sees your search history and Pinterest recommendations

Akutagawa:

You took a picture of Akutagawa

Bad move. The flash was on

He snatches the phone from rashomon, enough that it doesn't break your phone

As he proceeds to see the photo from the gallery, he accidentally clicks the back button

To see you dedicating a folder named “Aku” with pictures of him.

it held every picture of him. (Stalker much?)

I am pretty sure you get paid by Higuchi

Lets be honest, he wouldn't try to go through your phone, considering he never tried to snoop but

He saw a message from that weretiger

You both are dead and so is your phone.

If only he saw the chat to see them trading photos of Akutagawa for money. (Figure who is who on your own ;D )

Dazai is dominating everywhere.

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em-harlsnow · 5 months

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Something I’ve had in my mind for a while, so I did a little speed-write:

When he gets back from his therapist, Mickey’s on the couch with his laptop open in front of him.

He doesn’t make a big deal of anything, just looks up, smiles and asks how it went. Today it wasn’t too taxing, just one of the fortnightly appointments that they can afford now. Ian smiles back.

“It was okay.”

“Just okay?” Mickey looks up from the laptop, paying full attention.

He blows out a breath. “Yeah. It was fine, really. Nothing huge.” He says, because nothing huge was revealed, nothing huge was said. Therapy just takes a lot out of him energy-wise.

“Okay.” Mickey replies, placing a hand on his knee, squeezing, and then returns to the screen.

“What are you looking at?” Ian asks, trying to peak.

“That stupid shit you like. Pin Interest or whatever the fuck.”

Ian rolls his eyes. “You like it, Mick. And I know you know it’s called Pinterest.”

Mickey shrugs.

“So, what are you looking at on Pin Interest?” He smirks and Mickey snorts.

“Tattoo ideas. I was thinkin’ of getting another one.” Mickey’s gaze is laser focused as he scans through images, saving some and scowling at others as if they personally offend him.

Ian’s eyebrows raise in surprise. “Where do you want it?” He tries to picture his husband with more tattoos and very much likes the image. He likes his current ones too much to not want him to get more.

“I dunno, man. Some sleeves are cool. But they take ages to build up. Maybe just one on my shoulder to start.”

“That sounds good.” Ian tries to get closer, but he still can’t really see what Mickey’s looking at. “Can I see?” He asks, pointing at the device.

Mickey sighs like he’s the most annoying fucker on the planet, but he tilts the screen towards him anyway.

He can see now that Mickey’s searched up ‘black tattoo shoulder men’ and there are just piles on piles of buff men with shoulder tats.

“I like the snake one.” Mickey tells him, pointing at the picture he means. It’s a serpent winding around the top of the guy’s arm, tangling together and going down to the bottom of his bicep.

“Yeah, that one’s cool.” Ian agrees. “What about that one?” He points at one with a fine lined dragon reaching onto the guy’s peck.

“I guess, but I don’t want it too thin, you know? When they do it too intricate, the lines all blur together.” Ian hums in assent.

“Show me what you already have saved.”

Mickey clicks through the website, and Ian catches a glimpse of his pre-existing boards before he goes to the tattoo one. There’s one called ‘wedding’ and one called ‘apartment’ and one called ‘dope shit’. The cover photo of ‘dope shit’ is an aesthetic image of two beers and two cigarettes clasped in two hands. Ian’s not really surprised that this is what Mickey considers to be ‘dope shit’.

In the folder is a lot of similar things. Snakes, dragons, one cat with bat wings. One looks like a weird cross between a gun and a dagger. They’re all pretty hot, and Ian tells him about his favourites.

“I was thinkin’ of drawing it myself. I don’t wanna just copy what someone else has.”

“What did you do for this one?” Ian asks, grasping Mickey’s forearm.

“Drew it.” He explains simply, eyes not leaving the screen.

“Yeah? It’s good. You should draw the next one, too then.”

Mickey hums in agreement but continues to browse the website, probably looking for ideas.

Ian clicks on the TV, starting up an episode of New Girl while Mickey’s distracted.

They sit in peaceful silence for a while, until Mickey speaks again.

“There’s a tattoo place up the street. The reviews seem good. Don’t wanna go somewhere if they’ll just fuck it up.”

“That’s true.” Ian pauses. “If you’re getting one, I might get one too.”

Mickey raises his eyes brows in that expressive way of his. “You want a new tat? Fuckin’ copy cat.” He grumbles, but with the way he looks Ian up and down he can tell he’s not opposed.

“Yeah, been thinkin about it for a bit.”

“Oh yeah? What you thinkin, tough guy, I’ll look up some ideas.” Mickey suggests, already looking back at ‘Pin Interest’.

“Don’t worry, I already know what I want.”

When he doesn’t say more, Mickey huffs impatiently. “Gonna keep me waiting all night or what?”

Ian smirks and leans forward. “I was thinkin’ of an ‘MM’ tattoo, right here.” He tells him, pointing at a spot on the inside of his wrist.

Mickey looks surprised, and fond, and happy all at once. Even so, he tuts at him. “Tshc, you don’t have to do that just because I got your name.”

Ian rolls his eyes. “I fuckin’ know that, dork. I like the idea of having a more permanent thing than the rings.”

“Yeah, coz you keep fuckin’ losing your rings.”

“Well I’m sorry I don’t want it to fall down a drain or something, Mick.” He laughs, exasperated. “But a tattoo won’t fall down the drain.”

Mickey looks at him, and he’s so happy that Ian can’t help but wind their fingers together.

“You don’t want it to look like Mandy Milkovich, though. Gotta get my middle initial, too.”

“Wouldn’t her initials be ‘AM’? For Amanda?” Ian raises his eyebrows. Mickey scrunches his.

“Oh yeah.”

“You hate your middle name, anyway. And ‘MAM’ looks like I got something for my mum, I want this for you.”

“Yeah, you already got those titties for Monica.” Mickey jokes lightly and Ian pushes his side.

<3333

i might write a next part, where they actually go get them!

#shameless #gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #ian x mickey #gallavich fic #shameless fanfiction #they’re adorable

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waywardnerd67 · 2 years

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Santa Baby

Title: Santa Baby Summary: Jensen finds his best friend’s Christmas boudoir photos. Paring: Jensen Ackles x Reader Word Count: 3165 Rating: X - Explicit Warnings: Fluff/Smut/Infertility Square Filled: Photographs Bingo Card: @spnchristmasbingo A/N: None

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With all his family and friends deciding to travel for the Christmas holiday, Jensen had decided to crash at his best friend, (Y/N)’s house. He had been there nearly a week and didn’t know if he would ever want to leave. Spending so much time with her was good for his soul and heart after traveling non-stop all year. It felt good to have a solid place to be with someone. She was on winter break from her job and spent a lot of time hanging around binge watching tv with him.

“Hey, do you mind if I use your computer for a meeting I have?”

(Y/N) shook her head, “Not at all. I’m going to go out and have lunch with the girls. Just no porn, please.”

He acted offended, “I would never.”

She laughed getting off the couch, “Uh-huh. I know you, don’t even think about it. I’ll be back in a few hours. Text me if you need anything.”

Jensen’s meeting was with the execs at Warner Brothers and Jared to start the conversation for what was next for Supernatural. The show had been off the air for a few years and with the new take over of the CW, both shows Jensen and Jared were EPs of, had unknown conclusions. They wanted to let WB know they were very interested in continuing Supernatural on a streaming service like HBO Max.

As the meeting went on and the execs were droning on about viewership and numbers. Jensen’s curiosity got the better of him. He opened (Y/N)’s Google Drive and found a newly shared folder titled: Christmas Photoshoot. He had not been prepared for what he saw when opening the folder. He heard Jared chuckling and immediately minimized the window.

“Jensen, everything okay?” One of the execs asked.

He nodded, “Yes, yes. Please continue.”

Jensen tried to focus on the rest of the meeting, but his best friend lying on a bed in lingerie with her legs spread was permanently etched into his mind. As the meeting ended, Jared stayed on with Jensen to chat a little longer.

“Dude, what happened? Did (Y/N) finally live out your fantasy of under the desk work?”

Jensen narrowed his eyes, “No. She’s out with friends you perv.” Though now that fantasy was playing out in his mind with the little outfit she had been wearing in that picture.

“Earth to Ackles!” Jared called out, snapping him out of his little fantasy, “Bro, what the hell is going on?”

It was no secret, especially to Jared and their friend Misha, that Jensen had a small crush on his best friend. He was used to them teasing him about it, but after seeing a quick glimpse of those photos that little crush was like a raging fire of desire.

“Nothing. I’m going to go before (Y/N) gets home. Have fun skiing with everyone and give them my love.”

Jared eyed him suspiciously, “Alright, I will. Tell (Y/N) hi and give her a kiss for me.”

Jensen nodded, ending the Zoom call. He stared at the minimized folder debating on looking at the photos again or forgetting they ever existed. He immediately brought the folder back up, scrolling through the fifty or so photos of his best friend. They started out cute with her in Christmas pjs and as he continued to scroll the less and less clothes she had on until the very last photo. Clicking on it to enlarge it, he found (Y/N)’s naked silhouette back lit by a Christmas tree she was stretching to reach the top of.

Jensen’s hand was stroking himself through his sweats as his eyes drifted down her beautiful body. His cock ached for a release that he was going to need before she came home.

“Fuck me.” He groaned, closing the picture, folder and her computer down.

By the time (Y/N) came home, he had taken a nice long shower and jerked off to the slideshow of pictures in his mind of her being in all kinds of states of undress and positions. Now, sitting across from her eating dinner, Jensen could not keep his mind from deep diving into the gutter.

“You’ve been really quiet all night. Did your meeting go okay?”

He nodded, “Oh, uh, yeah. It went fine.” Jensen looked down at his plate pushing his food around.

He was hungry, but not for the Chinese food on his plate. He glanced up to see her gorgeous concerned filled eyes on him. Her tongue slipped between her lips wetting them before dragging the bottom one between her teeth. His cock twitched, reminding him of the little under the desk fantasy he had lived in for a few moments earlier in the day. He knew there would be no way of living the rest of his hiatus with her without coming clean.

“Um, I stumbled upon some photos of you on your computer.”

She arched her eyebrow at him, “Okay…”

“Some… um, sexy photos of you.” He mumbled, watching her eyes widened.

“Oh…” She laughed, “Shit, I’m sorry Jensen. I forgot I had those on my Drive. Oh my god, are you scarred for life now? Do I need to pay for therapy for you?”

He tilted his head, “No… not scarred or confused. More surprised than anything. Didn’t think you would be the type to take those kinds of pictures.”

“Yeah, well I’ve been pushing myself out of my comfort zone recently.” He noticed her shoulders fall slightly before she smiled at him, “I should really delete them. It was a waste.”

He shook his head, “I wouldn’t delete them. You never know, you might find someone to share those with one day. If I may, why did you have them taken?”

She sighed, “Since fuckstick broke up with me, I haven’t liked how I looked. I heard that doing a boudoir photoshoot could help boost my confidence a little.”

“Did it work?”

That one simple question broke his heart as he watched tears spring to her eyes. (Y/N) shook her head, standing and walking towards her room.

“Excuse me.”

Her door shut before he could catch her. Standing outside her door, his anger began to build as he listened to her crying inside her room. Jensen would never forget being in New Mexico filming when her douchebag ex broke up with her. Telling her how ugly and flabby she was. How he couldn’t get it up or fake liking her any more. It had taken a Facetime call from Jared and Misha to keep him from flying out and beating the ever living crap out of the fuckstick.

Now, hearing a breathless sob tear through her pushed Jensen to finally have the balls to do the one thing that scared him most. He opened the door to her room and crawled into bed behind her.

“Go away please. I want to be in misery alone.”

“I’m not leaving.” He wrapped his arm around her waist feeling her flinch and hearing the resounding crack of his heart.

(Y/N) turned in his arms, pushing on his chest, “Damn it Jensen, go away! I know you don’t want to be in bed with me as I sob and cry in self pity. You should be in bed with a beautiful model or actress. Not your best cow friend.”

He grabbed her wrist pulling her against him, “I don’t want to be in bed with a model or actress. I want to be in bed with my gorgeous and sexy best friend that I’ve been in love with for years.”

“You’re such a liar. I know you’re just saying that to make me feel better. It’s not helping because I know it’s not real.”

He let out a low growl before placing her hand firmly against his raging hard on. She gasped, looking at him with wide eyes.

“I can’t fake that, beautiful. I saw those pictures of you and they have been playing like a damn slideshow in my head. Fuck, I had to take a damn cold shower and jerk off before you got home in hopes that I could play it cool around you. News flash, I can’t! You fucking turn me on so much that I have to constantly make sure I’m dick isn’t sticking out for the world to see.”

He was breathing heavily as he rolled over her, pinning her hands above her head. Another gasp escaped as he settled between her legs and leaned down brushing his lips against hers.

“If you don’t want this, or me. Tell me now. I will leave and act like nothing ever happened. For the love of god I really hope you tell me you want this because I’ve been daydreaming of tasting and being inside of you… All. Fucking. Day.”

“This is for real? I’m not dreaming or anything? You want me?” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

Jensen let go of her hands, trailing down her body. He noted every spot she flinched or squirmed as his fingers passed over them. Slipping one hand behind her neck, cradling and massaging it. She hummed and sighed before he gently placed his lips against hers.

“Yes this is real. I’m not sure if I’m not dreaming. And yes, I want you. All of you.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him back to her and kissing him. Her hips pressing against his and he groaned before snapping his against hers.

“(Y/N), tell me you want this. Please, tell me you want this.” He rolled his hips against her creating the perfect amount of friction to relieve a little pressure.

“I want this, Jensen. I want you.”

That was all he needed to hear. He began a trail of kisses down her body removing her shirt and bra. The moan that came out of her was music to his ears. He pushed her sleep shorts and panties down her legs, tossing them to the floor. When he looked back, they were closed, keeping him out.

“(Y/N)?”

“You don’t… I mean… oh god this is embarrassing.”

He rested his chin on her knees, “What is? If this has to do with how you're groomed, I don’t care about that. Shaved, unshaved, don’t matter to me as long as I get to taste you.”

She groaned, pressing her head back into the pillow, “It has nothing to do with that.”

“Then what, beautiful. You can tell me.”

Whatever it was, she was truly having a moment of insecurity that he wanted to take away. She had no idea how beautiful and sexy she truly was or how it was killing him not to have his face buried between her legs.

She blew out a long breath, “I’ve never had a guy go down on me. I don’t know what it feels like and I don’t want to hurt you with my thunder thighs.”

Jensen’s jaw slacked as he let the words register in his head, “Never?”

She shook her head, covering her face with her arms, “Nope. None of them ever wanted to.”

“Well they’re even bigger fucksticks than I thought.” He kissed her on her knees, “Baby, you have nothing to worry about. I definitely want to go down on you and you’re not going to hurt me with these delicious, beautiful thighs of yours. Please, let me see you. Let me taste you. Let me make you feel good.”

She stared at him for a long time before slowly opening the gate to him. As he settled between them, Jensen lifted her legs over his shoulders. He ran the tip of his finger over her slickness making her shiver and sigh.

“So wet and perfect.” He murmured.

“The number of panties you have ruined for me is astro-NOMICAL!” She cried out as he ran his tongue up her.

“Really? Well, feel free to never wear a pair around me again.” He chuckled against her inner thigh, “Are you okay?”

“Mmhmm.” She grasped the sheets beside her.

He worked his tongue over her repeatedly until focusing on her sensitive clit. The moans and whimpers coming from her were driving him crazy. He sat up slightly and watched her face as he pushed one finger inside of her.

“Ohh-hh, Jen-Jensen… oh wow…”

Slowly he pushed his finger in and out of her, adding another one feeling her tightening around them. His cock twitched wanting to be buried deep inside of her.

“S-So close Jensen… oh god… m-more.” She moaned, her hand hesitantly reaching down towards him.

He nuzzled his nose into the small patch of hair chuckling, “You know you can direct my head wherever you want it. You’re not going to hurt me.”

Those would be his famous last words as her fingers thread through his longer hair and push his mouth down onto her clit. She rolled her hips against his mouth and tugged on his hair. The pain sent a jolt of electricity straight down to his cock and he sucked hard on her clit. Her thigh clamped around either side of his head as her body trembled through her release.

“Fuck Jensen! Holy… oh Jensen.” She cried out, as he let her ride out her release.

He kissed his way back up to her as she stifled a giggle, “What?”

(Y/N) took her hand, running it over his beard and holding her slickness on her hand, “I think I made a mess.”

He leaned down kissing her before rubbing his face between her breasts making her giggle more, “A fucking delicious and beautiful mess.”

(Y/N) lifted his face bringing his lips to hers for a passionate kiss, “Make love to me. Make me forget about all the guys who told me I was ugly or grunted their way through sex with me. I want to feel beautiful and loved by a great man.”

Jensen kissed her again, reaching between them and aligning himself with her, “You’re sure?”

She nodded and he gently pushed inside of her. Jensen watched her face carefully in case she was in pain. He ignored his body's need to snap his hips against her and wanted to make sure she was okay. He let out a shaky breath against her shoulder holding himself still to let her adjust to him.

She rolled her hips against him, “Move… please move…” She moaned.

Jensen inched his way out before pushing back in. They both sighed as he repeated this over and over then his body took over picking up his pace. He was so snug inside of her that it was hard for him not to lose himself in the feeling of her.

“God (Y/N)... feel so good inside of you. Fuck…”

Her fingers dug into his back, “Harder Jensen… a little harder. I-I won’t break.”

He bared his teeth against her collarbone, pushing himself up for a better angle. He drove into her as their skin hit echoed off the walls. She squeezed his cock tight just like she had done before she came earlier. He could feel the familiar tingling in his stomach that he was going to cum soon.

“J-Jay… right there. Oh god… like that. Yes, yes. yes, fuck Jensen!” She cried out.

He leaned over her, snapping his hips against her getting ready to pull out of her when she wrapped her legs around him.

“Cum inside me. It’s okay, I promise. Want to feel you cum.”

That sent him right over the edge and he mumbled incoherently into her the crook of her neck. He knew better than to not carry a condom with him or at least pull out and jerk himself off. Something about cumming inside of (Y/N) felt right and he couldn’t shake that feeling even after they had cleaned up, laying in her bed.

(Y/N)’s head was resting on his chest while her fingers traveled a path from his hip bone up to his chest. They had been laying in silence for the better part of an hour when she finally broke it with a bombshell of a confession.

“I can’t get pregnant.” She whispered, “I found out about five years ago when I was going through a really hard period. My doctor told me that my body would never produce fertile eggs. Yet, another reason why my ex dumped me. I want you to know before this goes any further.”

“That’s why you told me to cum inside of you.”

“Mmhmm.” Her body shivered, “Which is in my top three sex experiences of all time. Congrats.”

“What are the other two?”

(Y/N) lifted her head to look at him smiling, “You going down on me and you giving me the first mind blowing orgasm in my life with your fingers.”

He started laughing, running his hand down the side of her face, “Well glad to be of service. Please feel free to call on my services any time.”

“Really?” She leaned her cheek into his hand, “Even after all the baggage, insecurities, infertility? You still want to be with me?”

He laid down facing her, “I have baggage as well. A crazy filming/convention schedule. Thousands of fans who 99 percent of them are amazing, but there are a few who will go bat-shit crazy over me having a girlfriend. I also have insecurities about myself that will pop up at all the wrong moments. Infertility does not make you any less of a beautiful woman or less desirable.”

“Really?”

“Really. If/When the conversation comes up about kids then we can see what our options are. There are plenty of kids who need a family. I think one day, you will be an amazing mom.” He leaned in kissing her, “Plus, knowing I can cum inside of you is seriously the hottest thing ever. We may never leave your house again.”

(Y/N) giggled as he peppered kisses all over her face and neck. She gently pushed him onto his back and straddled his waist. His hands immediately massaged her hips as he stared up in awe for her.

“I think this was one of your poses from the photos, right?”

She nodded, “Sure was except then I didn’t have a sexy man beneath me. I also had a Santa Hat on.”

“You did? Totally missed that…” She rolled her hips against him making him moan, “Can’t imagine how I missed the Santa hat.”

(Y/N) got off him making him groan, grabbing something out of the bag on her floor. He smiled wide as she placed the santa hat on her head and returned to her original spot.

“What do you say? Are you up for round two?” She asked, kissing down his chest to his stomach.

He rolled his eyes back as she slid his cock into her mouth, “Anything for you Santa Baby…”

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blackbellybella · 9 months

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I feel stupid even complaining about this but like am I the asshole here?

I don’t like gifts from my boyfriend’s family. It’s like they half ass it, if that . Gifts for the both of us are really just gifts for Rob.

I want to give them the benefit of the doubt that it’s an all boy family essentially they don’t know how to interact with younger women his mom included. I really want to believe they mean well but at this point it’s starting to feel a lil like they don’t like me

Rob’s bother went to Vegas and got Rob a bottle and a gift shop bottle opener the expensive mgm magnet and an embossed shot glass. They got me a wallet for a child.. like a unicorn lil dollar store wallet you get for a kids play set. And I said something about it to Rob like a shirt or a shot glass would have been fine what am I supposed to do with this? I can’t even use because you can’t fit anything in because it’s for a child. And as soon as I opened it, it separated from its self to where you could see the cardboard.

Christmas I got colorful socks I can’t fit and a $10 Starbucks gift card and It wasn’t like they got the gift card for me Rob’s mom got it because they messed up on an order and she knew I liked coffee. Rob got a whole cast iron camping cooking set and bottle of henny my dad also got Rob a handle of henny that year

Next Christmas they got Rob a ninja blender a pasta maker and a ninja mini oven/air fryer…. These were for the both of us, tho months prior when Rob was talking about buying the ninja mini oven and blender for himself. I suggested we wait bc we had to down size for a smaller apartment and we have absolutely no fucking room. ALSO HE COMPLAINS ABOUT HAVEING NO WORKING SPACE and he doesn’t even use the appliances we have I pointed that out. I also got him a flat top for our oven for his birthday of which he doesn’t use now. So his mom gets him everything anyway and we just had boxes on our floor till I got us the metal self. He still hasn’t used them. I use the blender bc I like salsa and rob broke my last blender. But yea those gifts were for the both of us

This Christmas, they got each other bottles. Clase azule and Jonny walker blue and black label. I got an anime figure for Rob’s favorite anime, it is sukuna and from my favorite brand of figures, however I feel like that was mostly Rob’s doing mainly bc I over heard them talking about it and directing them over the phone phone. But past that they got me a bottle of cream pineapple rum? 🤷🏾‍♀️ it’s so nasty, I can’t make anything with it every drink I’ve tried the cream curdles. The crazy think is we’ve talked about alcohols I like or that I mostly prefer wine I’ve even got Rob’s mom one of my favorite wines bc I knew she’d like it and now it’s one of her favorites. Also they got Rob a ninja wood fire grill…. We live in a fucking apartment, something I pointed out when he brought up wanting one months prior just like before. We had a plan to get a house next year. This year now. But I was like just wait till then bc we have a balcony and again no place to put it… this thing is fucking huge and surprisingly we can’t even fucking use the damn thing BECAUSE WE LIVE IN AN APARTMENT. And Rob’s been mopey about it since new years.

Like I feel bad complaining but like am I overreacting/overthinking this? My Mom gets Rob $300 every Christmas and take us out to eat and or gets him a bottle for our Christmas game night. My dad will take us out to eat or take us somewhere so we can pick out a gift that’s actually for the both of us.

But for real am I being a bitch about this? Like it’s been almost 4 years, me and your son practically share a brain cell and you haven’t picked up on any of my interests besides baking?

ALSO ADD ON: Rob literally has a folder on his phone where he takes a photo of absolutely everything Ive been interested in at any store we’ve gone to since we’ve started dating. They could have just asked him what I wanted

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jule1122 · 1 year

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Malex Fic - I just wanted to get back to where you are

Sneaking in with my April fic for @alexguerinappreciation. I went with the Picspiration from this post. Most of this fic takes place in Alex’s nightmare so there is canon type violence, references to torture and to the 1x06 shed scene. This is of course a happy ending.

I just wanted to get back to where you are on AO3

Title from “My Own Soul’s Warning” by The Killers

Summary: When Alex's work triggers a nightmare, Michael is there to pull him back.

“Hey.”

Alex looks up at the sound of Michael’s voice. He can’t help but smile when he sees Michael leaning against the wall, wearing nothing but boxers. His hair is a mess, his smile sleepy and Alex wonders just how late it is.

“You coming to bed soon?” Michael asks. “It’s lonely without you.”

“Yeah, just give me a minute,” Alex agrees, unable to resist his husband. “Just let me put these away first.” Alex looks down at the files he was working on and panics for a minute. He hastily closes them and shoves them in his bag, locking it before looking back up.

Alex breathes a sigh of relief when he sees Michael is already gone. He doesn’t know what he was thinking, bringing these files home where Michael could have seen them. As far a Project Shephard files go there are fairly tame - no photos or descriptions of torture. But he still tries to keep that part of his job separate from Michael.

Eduardo had given Alex the files the other day. They were early records - mostly detailing the efforts made to locate additional aliens in the first years after the crash. Alex had been looking for any mention of Jones - either a local mentioning him as someone who recently came to town or even the possibility that Jones would have made himself part of the investigation just to see what Project Shephard knew. But he’d found nothing so far. He’ll take the files back to his office in the morning and be sure to leave them there. Alex rubs his eyes and frowns, it’s not like him to be so careless.

When Alex makes it to the bedroom, Michael is already asleep. He gets into bed as quietly as he can. Michael doesn’t stir even when Alex moves closer and wraps his arm around Michael’s waist. He relaxes into the warmth of Michael’s body, and lets the steady sound of his breathing lull him to sleep.

“Manes, Report.”

Alex’s eyes fly open at the barked order. “Manes reporting, Sir,” he responds automatically as he tries to get his bearings.

His commanding officer stares at him from across the desk, and Alex resists the urge to shift in the uncomfortable chair. He has no idea what he’s supposed to be reporting on and it feels wrong to be here. He was somewhere else before, he’s sure of it, but he can’t remember where.

“Report all intel on the enemy combatant,” is the expanded order.

“Sir,” Alex stalls.

A folder is slapped down on the desk, and Alex’s blood runs cold when he sees the picture of Michael. That can’t be right. He was just with Michael - wasn’t he? Alex moves to stand up but falters when he feels both feet against the floor. His body is wrong.

“Report!”

Alex is out of time. Any more delay will be seen as insubordination. “There is no intel. The target is not an enemy combatant, Sir.”

“Bullshit,” Alex’s commander moves to stand in front of him, but Alex holds his eyes and doesn’t flinch.

“I investigated the target thoroughly, Sir. There is no evidence of treason or suspicious behavior. He does not warrant further attention.” Alex keeps his voice steady and clear. He has to protect Michael, has to make sure he is taken off the radar.

“Treason,” his commander leans close to Alex’s face, his voice deceptively soft. “That’s what you are doing here Manes, committing treason. Betraying your country, your species, for what, a good fuck? Someone to suck your dick? Plenty of homesick boys you can convince to do that for you here.”

Alex starts to protest and realizes he’s not sitting in the chair, he’s bound to it. His hands are cuffed behind the chair back, his legs shackled to the chair. He’s not in an office, but in a cell block, and one of those cells is destined to be his.

“This is your last chance. We know what he is, we don’t need you for that, but you can tell us where he is. Where did you hide him?”

Alex shakes his head. He didn’t hide Michael, Michael’s at home, their home. But if Alex is still in the Air Force, if he still has both his legs, he and Michael don’t have a home. He doesn’t understand what’s going on, doesn’t know what’s real, but he has to protect Michael.

“Hero or whore, Manes. You decide.”

Alex doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t have to. His silence is statement enough.

“Whore it is. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Alex doesn't look away even as the fist slams into his face.

“God, you’re pathetic.”

Alex opens his eyes. “Flint?” he asks in confusion when he sees his brother standing in front of him.

“So busy protecting your lover,” he practically spits the word, “you forget to protect yourself. You didn’t even put up a fight.” Flint waves a taser in his face.

“You never did fight fair,” Alex taunts him. He tests his bindings when Flint looks away. His hands are still cuffed, but only his left leg is shackled since his right leg ends below his knee. He doesn’t know what it says about him that he finds that comforting.

“You’re a traitor, Alex. You don’t get fair.”

“What do you want?” Alex doesn’t understand how Flint is even here. Last he heard he was in a military prison on the East Coast. Alex tries to remember more, tries to remember where and why, but he can’t focus. It’s like as soon as he tries to focus on something, it slips through his head.

“From you, nothing,” Flint replies. “You’re just the bait. Kidnapping the alien is too risky. It’s so much easier to just make him come to me.”

“He won’t,” Alex objects. He has to believe Michael will keep himself safe, that he’ll stay away and let Alex handle this.

“He did before,” Flint taunts him. The taser in his hand is replaced with a long knife. Flint holds it up to the light and runs his finger along the blade. “And when he does, I’m going to flay him open and make you watch. Then you’ll see what he really is beneath the facade of humanity.”

“No,” Alex screams. He throws himself from side to side, straining against his restraints, trying desperately to escape.

Flint just smiles, taser back in his hand, and advances.

“Your brother’s wrong, you know. But he almost always is.”

The last person Alex expects to see when he forces his eyes open is his father. He stares, waiting for his vision to focus. Everything hurts, and he doesn’t think it’s just from the taser. He wonders how long Jesse has been here, wonders exactly what he has done to him.

“He won’t come for you, but I don’t need him to. You’re going to tell me exactly where he is.”

“You’re dead,” is the only response he can muster.

“You’d like to think that, wouldn’t you? You think it’s so easy to erase me, just change your name and pretend I don’t exist,” Jesse sneers at him.

Alex notices the weight of his wedding ring is back on his finger. But if he’s married, Jesse should be here. He doesn’t understand. Alex shakes his head, trying to clear it, but that only makes the pain worse.

“You’re a Manes, Alex,” Jesse continues. “No matter how much you fight it, you will always be a Manes. And you will do your duty in the end.”

“I don’t owe you anything.”

“That’s where you are wrong.” Jesse leans down and grips the arms of the chair Alex is bound to, his face so close to Alex’s he doesn’t have to raise his voice to make his threats clear. “You destroyed our families legacy - years of work and research gone, test subjects lost. All because you are too weak to face the truth.”

Jesse straightens up and begins walking back and forth in front of Alex, too slow to be pacing. Alex struggles to follow him with his eyes, to keep his focus.

“But it’s time to start again. Not with the meager remains of their species left on this planet, though I will enjoy caging them first. This time, thanks to you, I will have access to their planet where I can wipe their scourge from the universe.”

“You’re insane,” Alex spits at him. “I’ll never help you. I’ll die first.”

“You will die, Alex, but not before I get what I want. We both know you aren’t strong enough to stop me. How many times have you failed to keep him safe? What makes you think this will be any different?”

There is a hammer in Jesse’s hand, and Alex can’t breathe. He watches as Jesse taps it against the palm of his other hand, transfixed by the motion. He wants to run, to break free, but he can’t look away.

“You will tell me where to find him, and you will give me access to the portal. And in return, before I kill you, I’ll make sure you know exactly what kind of monster you married.”

Alex starts to struggle, but Jesse stills him by resting the head of the hammer on Alex’s shoulder. He doesn’t say anything for a moment, the only sound the ragged breaths Alex fights to take.

Jesse smiles, satisfied that Alex is no longer struggling. “If I had known what he was the first time I caught you together, I wouldn’t have stopped with his hand.”

Before Alex can respond, Alex hears someone call his name. He and Jesse both freeze, and then they hear it again.

“Alex!”

It’s Michael, it’s Michael’s voice, and he can’t be here. “Run,” Alex tries to yell, but it comes out as a whisper.

Jesse turns, hammer swinging in his hand, “Looks like this just got a lot easier.”

“Run,” Alex tries again, his voice gaining volume until he is finally shouting, “Run!”

When Alex opens his eyes, he’s on the floor of his office, Michael hovering close to him but not touching. His head swings around wildly, trying to take in every detail of his surroundings. It looks right, it looks real, and Alex desperately wants to believe he’s back where he belongs, but part of him is afraid it’s just another trick.

“Alex, it’s okay. It was just a nightmare. I’ve got you,” Michael keeps his voice steady, holds Alex’s eyes but doesn’t move closer.

Michael says those words to Alex every time he wakes up from a nightmare, and Alex latches on to the familiarity of hearing them. He nods to let Michael know he is listening - waiting for him to continue, to say the words Alex needs to hear the most.

“I’m here, Alex. I’m safe. We’re okay.”

Alex closes his eyes, listens as Michael repeats the words. He sounds a little more desperate than usual, but Alex can’t blame him. Usually they are at home in their bed, not in the corner of his office when Michael helps bring Alex back to reality. It’s harder here where Alex isn't surrounded by their things, where there’s no dog to lick his hand, where he can’t see their life all around him, but he focuses on Michael’s words and tries to let them ground him.

Michael smiles when Alex opens his eyes. “I’m here, Alex,” he repeats one last time.

Alex looks at him and his mind latches onto the one thing he couldn’t have predicted, the one detail that tells him this is real and not a nightmare because while he’s heard the story, he’s never actually seen the shirt Michael is wearing. The one that reads “EDUARDO VALENTI I COME IN PEACE.”

“You have security clearance,” Alex tells him.

Michael laughs, and Alex can see the relief in his eyes. “Well, I was feeling nostalgic for the last time my husband overworked himself into a nightmare I needed to rescue him from.”

“I’m sorry.” And Alex is sorry, he knows better, but he still pushed past his limits. This time he doesn’t even have the excuse of faulty alien machinery. He just took the reports of alien witch hunts and let his mind run with it.

Michael reaches for his hand, the first time he’s tried to touch Alex, and Alex grasps it tightly. “It’s okay,” Michael sighs. “You want to talk about it.”

Alex shakes his head. The dream is already slipping through his fingers, the details fading, although the fear, the terror he felt for Michael still lingers. His eyes slide to his desk and the files spread out there. Again he feels the need to hide them, to bury them where they can’t hurt Michael.

Michael follows his eyes, but he doesn’t linger on the desk, just turns his attention back to Alex. He sits down on the floor and Alex rests against his side.

“Alex,” Michael begins gently. “Whatever is in those files is history. You can’t change it or make it better.”

When Alex starts to protest, Michael shushes him with a kiss. “I’m not saying not to study it, not to learn from it. But you can’t get lost in it. Because you, Alex, you are my present and my future and that is where I need you to be.”

“I’m sorry,” Alex says again. He rests his head on Michael’s shoulder.

“Don’t be,” Michael reassures him, his hand a comforting weight on the back of Alex's neck. “You're off for the rest of the week. Dogs are waiting in the care, and I backed a bag. Thought we could spend a few days at the cabin.”

Alex fights against first instinct to protect, to tell Michael he’s fine, that he can go to work tomorrow. He can hear the worry in Michael’s voice, and he hates that he put it there. But even more than that, Alex wants to go. He wants to spend a few days alone with Michael. He wants the time to relax together, to sleep in and watch Mo and Sophie chase birds they’ll never catch and eat together by the fire. “Okay.”

“Yeah?” He feels the deep breath Michael takes, feels him relax, releasing the tension Alex didn’t even realize he was holding.

Michael stands up and holds out his hand, “Ready to go?”

“Let’s get out of here,” Alex agrees. He takes Michael’s hand and lets Michael help him to his feet, knowing Michael will keep him steady.

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loverofcats14 · 2 years

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YandereF!Mc × YandereLucifer

As you walked through the hallway you saw Diavolo talk to Lucifer. "Come on Lucifer it's my birthday!You must join the party!"

Why are you taking his time Diavolo let him rest..

"Fine Diavolo. Just know I'll be next to you to make sure nothing happens." Lucifer groaned carrying his books.

Come on Lucifer, spend time with me instead of him just me..

You went up to the pair just to make sure Diavolo doesn't get too close. "Ah Mc! How are you?" Diavolo laughed waving at you. "Aw I missed you too Dia." You said as you hugged him.

Why are you missing "Dia" Mc-?Why are you hugging him. Do you like him-?

Lucifer smiled as he gritted his teeth.

"Well I'll just leave you two I must see Barbatos for a meeting bye Mc!" Diavolo said going down the hall.

Finally!

"Lucifer do you want to walk me home?" You giggled linking your arms. "Of course Mc, just don't fall into a pole because you're starring at me." Lucifer teased. "Ha ha." You annoyingly laughed.

Once you gotten into your room. You sat in your vanity opening it's drawer to find your folder. You opened it and smiled at Lucifer's secret hidden pictures. His student ID photo,one you snapped when you were at a RAD meeting,and one when he was in the bathroom...

You sighed taking out a red knife you made just for Lucifer. You pricked the tip of the finger blood dripping as you sucked it as the bleeding stopped. "Just in case anyone tries to take you away..."

As Lucifer sighed at his leather chair he thought about you and Diavolo. How you were so happy hugging him- Lucifer snapped his pen in anger. Until he smelled blood, your blood. He ran to your bedroom in a hurry. "Mc are you okay!?" And he stood at the door.

"Lucifer-!" You yelped as you dropped the knife on the floor. "This is not what you think this is!" You babbled as you tried getting the pictures off the vanity. Lucifer walked up to you as he grabbed your hand. "How did you get these pictures Mc-?" He asked as your face was blushing. He kneeled and grabbed the knife. Inscription on the knife has "Lucifer".

"I just want you all to myself Lucifer. I just love you so much." You said embarrassed and knew he was going to leave you. "Mc, I do too. I just want you to myself. I hate it when you're around anyone except my brothers and me." Lucifer confessed putting down the knife. He loved knowing you both were sick in love.. for eachother...

"You you always be mine, you can't escape your fate Mc." He whispered as your breath hitched. Your panties started wettening. "Let me show you how much I love you." "Oh? Besides committing murder for me-?" Lucifer smirked.

You lifted your legs spreading them out. As you moved your panties to the side. You started moving your clit as you moaned. Pressing your wet lips as you added your fingers in. "Fuck Lucifer..this feels so good... I'm doing this because of you. My love for you. Ahh~"

Lucifer just stared as his erection was straining. He just looked at you as you were pleasuring yourself for him because you love him.

"Take away your fingers dear." As a sloppy "pop" came out of your fingers as Lucifer licked his lips. He took them when you were about to shake your juices off. "Ah ah! No wasting on my watch Mc." His tongue swirled your fingers. "Mhm Luci-"

"Just relax." He said looking at your eyes tenderly. He licked your clilt as he pressed his tongue in your entrance. "Ah! Lu ci ferrr-!" You moaned head going back. He closed his eyes hands on your thighs spreading them apart. His tongue swishing in your walls as you tightened on it. You could feel his smile.

"Feels so good-!" You were moaning so loud you grabbed his hair to pull closer. When his tongue found your g spot you couldn't stop moaning. "I'm going gonna cu um~" your juices exploded on Lucifer's face. He sighed in relief standing up to face you.

He carried you up bridal style to the bed. "Luci, you don't have feelings for Dia right? If you do, Diavolo won't be able to have another birthday party." You asked burring your face in his arm. Lucifer cackled. "Dia- huh, no Mc, he's just my friend as you know."tightening his grasp on you.

"I love you Luci. And you better just love me." You sighed almost falling asleep. "Of course Mc, and you better too,or you will only see me forever." Lucifer kissed your head. "Wait, where do you keep that knife all day-" " Shsh,don't worry I wont use it...yet-" "Oh Mc I adore you."

Thanks for reading saw this request and did the best I can do (sorry if it's cringe) <33

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veryflirtytransportalate · 6 months

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"Hmm… I think I know a fellow performer when I see one. Good with your words? Know just the right thing to say at the right time?" - Magnolia

I recently went back to Good Neighbor for the first time in ages because I remembered that failing that Bobbi heist is the key to companionizing Hancock (I'm "collecting" all of the companions, like one collects action figures of a set). Plus McGravy will sell me his soul for literally less cash than a crate of fresh water, so, that's two down. McGravy went to live with Strong Mad at a Red Rocket upstate. He's very happy with lots of room to mope.

While I was there, the people of Good Neighbor begged, pleaded, dropped down on their knees and wept, "Oh great and mighty Sizz'el, won't you pose for a few tasteful photos on our woefully inadequate stage?" (I was really impressed Bethesda went to all that effort to program that, to be honest with you, but the game crashed twice during this photoshoot, so... not too impressed.) So, I put on my hottest shit, hit the stage, and the place... basically stayed the same. Which is exactly what they do when Magnolia is performing, so, rousing success, I guess. Magnolia seemed jealous of my undeniable slam dunk, but then she realized that I was down to clown and decided that was a fair consolation prize. The people in this wasteland are funkin' off, I swear.

(Outfit credits, my thoughts, and a few more shots below the cut.)

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The outfit is TheKite's Handmaiden Set (opens in new tab): TheKite makes a lot of... Uh, outfits, so, viewer discretion is advised. But gosh do I love the Handmaiden Set, absolutely fantastic work.

I am very unsure where I want to go next with this character: as my little status tracker thing lets you know, I'm basically coming up to the edge of available content that can be explored without locking myself out of content from the other factions in the game. In a more traditional RPG, I think we'd be moving from Act 2 to Act 3*.

I think up next for me is the Railroad. The game is gonna force me to meet them if I go and talk to Virgil in his Plato's Cave anyway, so, might as well. I don't think the Railroad are interesting, or cool, or fun, or engaging, but like... just like in real life, in a simulacrum of a world, if you show me the militarized anti-slavery faction that exists to oppose forced labor in all facets... I'm gonna help them to the best of my abilities. Which always makes me feel pigeon-holed by the game when it comes to picking an ending. Like, it really is between the Minutemen and the Railroad, because the Brotherhood are techno-facists who've lost all interesting nuance as the series has developed, turning into essentially The Avengers, and the Institute is just stupid. The Institute doesn't approach even a fraction of the genuine and well-considered faction building of the early titles. You're telling me none of the people in this building have thought to just... re-purify the local ecology? Fallout 3 had the plot of a child's first superhero comic book but even that game recognized that a wasteland's first major concern would be ecological recultivation! And centered it's conflict around that concern! Fallout 4 is a power struggle over a resource-depleted ghost town, and "the boogieman" is just a bunch of nerds replacing people with Bladerunner androids with literally zero objective except to see what happens. Even if you side with the fuckers there's no secret folder labeled "THE BIG PLAN" that gets slid in front of you. They have no plan. They have no goal. They were written to be "the boogieman" first, and then they wimped out and tried to make them human and understandable and it falls flat in every way.

New Vegas showed us a version of this world that was already sanded down to the bare-essentials, where the Followers of the Apocalypse are just a friendly lil' bunch o' pals, and the factions of the Strip are just three bands of progressively more evil weirdos led by robo-Walt Disney, but if New Vegas is sanded down, Fallout 4 has been left overnight in a rock tumbler.

*If I had to four act structure the game it would be: Act 1 is setting up all the players, Act 2 is asking us to side with one of them, Act 3 is the big lame twist about Shauwn that stretches the plot out a little further and provides one last "a-ha!" double cross chance, and Act 4 is Explosions & GET TO THE CHOPPAH & Heroic Music.

#fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 #fallout mods #reshade #fallout original character #screen archery #Youtube #TheKite #the third rail #goodneighbor

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SIMS 3 & SIMS 4: Simblreen 2022; a few spooky gifts!

TRICK OR TREAT ON THE 21st-22nd & 28th-30th when my porch light is on!

➡️ SEND ASKS or DM with the following To receive Sims 3 Gifts, you must send a 🕸️ emoji. To receive Sims 4 Gifts, you must send a 👻 emoji. And you can also send both emojis. Custom Sims 3 Patterns will be given as well. I collabed with @wanderingsimsfinds - Thank you so much for making these come to life in Sims 3 for all of us!

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236 notes - Posted October 20, 2022

SIMBLREEN 2022

IT IS ALL OUT, YA'LL!

➡️ INFORMATION ABOUT THE SET - SIMS 4:

12 NEW MESHES

All Mesh LODs \ Removed EA Shadow LODs & Diffuse Plane

Functional: Teiller Armchair, Pathway Light & Porch Flame Candle

Perfect Patio Stuff Pack needed for Porch Flame Candle*

Porch Flame Candle can be turned on/off with Sims Interactions

Base Game & HQ Mod compatible for most (BG compatible ^*)

➡️ INFORMATION ABOUT THE SET - SIMS 3:

14 NEW MESHES

All LODs

Base Game compatible

Re-color in Game options open for all

Functional: Teiller Armchair. Pathway Light & Porch Flame Candle

Notice*** You will need to also put the package file in the "fx effect" folder in your mods folder.

Effect for Porch Flame Candle only shows in Live Mode when you press Play!

Converted a Sims 4 FX Effect to Sims 3 🤩Thanks to @omedapixel for the easy to follow tutorial!

➡️ SIMS 3 CUSTOM PATTERNS COLLAB with @wanderingsimsfinds !!

HUGE shout out to these amazing simmers who have helped me with this project for Sims 3 Porch Flame Candle. I couldn't have done it without you guys!: @zoeoe-sims , @omedapixel , @twinsimming , @bietjie

Don't forget to 🏷️ me @simvaultthings when you share screenshots!

˗ˏˋ D O W N L O A D ˎˊ˗

@sssvitlanz , @sssvitlanss , @sunflower-petals , @emilyccfinds

295 notes - Posted October 31, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Kitchen Decor Stuff

This set was so much fun to make. I went out of my comfort zone and tried bringing more realness to the Sims 4. I really hope you all enjoy this set. I took a lot of you guys's ideas and implemented them.

Mesh information, download and more below the cut.

Description:

16 New Meshes

Base Game compatible

HQ compatible

Poppy Flower (x3) can be used as outdoor plants or planted in vases

Search in-game by: Kitchen Decor Stuff

No Shadow LODs - Objects cast own shadows

Use bb.moveobjects on in-game to allow for additional slot placement

Place Dishes in Dish Rack: place dish rack on ground, place dishes in slot on dish rack, select, will pick up as set

Sink Dry Rack: select sink dry rack from catalog, select right side slot placement in sink to place

Custom Catalog Thumbnail Overlay

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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ninjastormhawkkat · 1 year

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The Fall of Fair City - Chapter 17

"Oh really." Two Brains spoke with genuine surprise. He didn't really expect Becky to find anything immediately. Not because he had no faith in her skills. He honestly thought he was just made the fall guy because he was there and The Learnerer was already in prison. Becky nodded with determination. "Mhmm. I went over to the building to talk to the owners and the police commissioner was there along with Mrs. Botsford. I tried to convince them that there was no evidence nor any possible motivation for you to destroy the gadgets, but only Mrs. Botsford was one my side." Becky crossed her arms with an annoyed frowned. "They all thought I was "too young and naive" to fully understand how "dangerous" of a threat you actually were." Dr. Two Brains frowned, sympathetic and upset she was put down like that for trying to defend his character. "Look kiddo. Thank you for trying. You really didn't have to go that far for me. The people of this city would have forgotten or moved on in a few days. It's no big deal for me." Two Brains tried reassuring his daughter. "But dad this is a big deal." Becky exclaimed, causing Two Brains to look confused and surprised. "Huh?" he stated aloud. "Dr. Corngraves is the one who made you out to be the scapegoat. I think he has been hiding stuff and being very secretive about his true work I talked with Professor Tubing who used Bosco to get Bob and my own attention. He had stumbled onto a file that implicates Dr. Corngraves not only of plagiarism, but also potential sabotage of other scientists' works that were in that storage unit." Dr. Two Brains now looked really invested and intrigued. "Okay but if that wanted to keep such a tight lip on what he did, why did he still say I did it?" Becky once again hesitated, looking apprehensive as she seemed to be trying to pick her next words carefully. Dr. Two Brains looked at his daughter with worry and was about to ask what was wrong before she finally spoke up. "Okay, so do you remember that machine that blasted you yesterday?" Two Brains nodded solemnly. Becky took a deep breath before continuing. "Well according to Professor Tubing, Dr. Corngraves claimed to have built that machine. It was actually in far worse damage than the other gadgets in that storage unit which made it look like the machine was targeted and someone wanted the police to think that the unit was destroyed out of chaotic reasons, that there no specific targets. Well Professor Tubing found some photos and files which he took pictures of in a folder belonging to Dr. Corngraves. One of those photos was of the original blueprints of the machine. There was a signature on one of the bottom corners of the blueprints that showed that someone by the name of Dr. Brandon Boxleitner created the machine, not Dr. Corngraves." Two Brains couldn't help but give a small gasp at the name he had not heard of in such a long time. He soon felt an invisible force squeezing around his heart and lungs as he lifted a hand over his chest area. Becky and Bob could see the look of pure fear flash in the scientist's eyes. They both gazed at each other with worry and concern before Becky faced her dad again. "Dad. Who is Brendan Boxleitner?" Becky asked with sympathetic concern. Dr. Two Brains tried to shake off his daughter's worries as he attempted to steady the pounding of his heart. "He's none of your concern kiddo. Just a relative that we don't talk about anymore." Two Brains replied, albeit a bit shakily. Becky wasn't satisfied with her dad's response. "Why hasn't anyone mentioned him before? What did he do?" Becky pressed on. Dr. Two Brains eyes darted rapidly as his body was under immense pressure and sweat. He needed to find some emergency cheese to calm him down. Sadly there was none available out in the open. "Look Becky, you don't need to be concerned about that man. Just drop it will you." Two Brains asked, becoming very agitated with his daughter's well meaning, but invasive questions. "I just can't drop it dad." Becky spoke with exasperation. @melodythebunny @dualnaturedscientist

#wordgirl #wordgirl au #the fall of fair city #dr two brains #becky boxleitner au #bob/captain huggy face #tw: ptsd #tw: past trauma #professor robert tubing #dr corngraves #corncob #dr brendan boxleitner

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mxtangent · 2 years

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Ben Shapiro Writing an Email - an Epic Tale

"Okay, it's one simple email, you can do it Ben, your wife is a doctor." Ben said as he bagan to type in his Thinkpad X270 laptop.

To whom it may offend,

"Ah no!" Exclaimed Ben, "it's reads as way too desperate..." Ben attempted to mash the backspace button to erase his numerous mistakes, but accidentally backed out of the Gmail website all the way back to a YouTube video named "Ben Shapiro DISINTEGRATES snowflake until they're REDUCED TO MERE ATOMS with his PARTICAL EXALERATOR POWERD RAYGUN." He briefly paused to wonder how many pages back he went, trying to decipher when in the last 18 hours he saw the video before him, as he spent all of them seeing clips of himself to gather up the confidence to write an email.

After 4 more hours of procrastinating on YouTube, Ben finally got back to writing the email

Dear liberals,

If I'm wrong about something, then why does my doctor say my brain is so big? Attached is factual proof from a doctor, (not my wife, which is also a doctor) and as you would agree that facts and logic don't care about your feelings, you will no longer be able to deny that I am extremely intelligent.

Sincerely,

Ben Shapiro, MD('s husband)

He began looking through the files of his old laptop, it taking hours to load each folder, the computer seemingly begging for mercy as each it loads more and more folder filled to the brim with clips of the times Ben was victorious in debates with young collage students. Finally, he found what he was looking for in a folder filled with different photos of Andrew Niel with badly scribbled edits mocking him.

"I should really get to organizing my files by the dwey decimal system sometime soon..." He paused for a second "But not now. Now is the time to destroy those peaky snowflakes once and for all."

Ben dragged a scanned PDF of a diagnosis for a cancerous brain tumor he got a few days back from a medical professional into Internet Explorer, and after the browser opened the PDF instead of attaching it, and Ben going back and rewriting the email, (not aware of the draft folder) he finally wrote the recipient: [email protected].

Shapiro hit the send button with great enthusiasm, not before CCing his doctor wife who is a doctor so she could be proud of him for finally sending an email. But he immediately got a response. The email bounced. He didn't understand, the liberals must have a shared email address, otherwise how would they plan their agenda on a Google Docs? He was devistated, crying on the floor in a fetal position. He tried to get back up, but couldn't. Ben started to feel weird, like the world was made of jelly. He couldn't move. His vision going black.

The next day, Fox News held a segment about the recent passing of renouned internet celebraty Ben Shapiro, who died after an intercontinental ballistic tweet sent by the liberal snowflakes has inflicted him with cancel culture. (aka terminal brain cancer)

It is said (by Alex Jones) that the whole nation wept that day. But some whisper of a dark street corner where cheers could be heard. In that street corner, a local folk legend claims, lays the remains of a bus.

#ben Shapiro dies #tw cancer #cw cancer #cancer #writing #emails #wife is a doctor #btw yes that is intended to be the Down with Cis Bus™

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neonliights · 2 years

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the situation was far from ideal - to be completely honest everything was…. not right. none of it was something he expected or dreamed of, he was still in shock how they ended up like this. scott wasn’t the smartest, but he knew how babies were made, he still couldn’t understand what went wrong, when it actually happened and how two of them made an actual human. now a few months in things were getting very real, he was getting rounder, her hormones were all over the place and he tried his hardest to be as supportive as possible. it was truly surprising for him to hear how she thought neither of them is ready to become a parent and how it would be better for the baby if they decided to give it up. she was very vocal about the idea, and she didn’t seem to be ready to become a mother. scott didn’t want to force her to do anything, he didn’t want to pressure her to keep the baby only for her to hate him for that, so he agreed to the idea, and soon they were both looking for adoption agency to find their baby the best family possible.

now, going through the albums, reading all those families letters and stories they were trying to make a decision, pick the best fit. scott was very quiet that evening, looking through the photos and not liking anything. “ i don’t like any of them. “ he said closing the folder.

open to females / PLOT: our muses are having a baby, but they made a decision to give the baby up for adoption. my muse still is having a hard time accepting the idea of someone else raising his kid.

#indie rp #independent rp #multimuse rp #indie smut rp #openstarter.

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animalfurnace · 4 months

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sometimes i miss the last 6 weeks of being in la before going to idyllwild that first summer.

once in a while, i go back to jay's website and read his short stories.

last week, i went back, and the whole site was gone. everything. all of it.

i tried finding archives of the journals, the magazines, anything. everything was a link to a pdf that was hosted on his website.

and i've been gutted. it's like trying to go back to a really nice moment in your life, and it's gone. like someone threw out a photo album or a journal or something.

and i've been spiralling into wanting it back so bad. any of it. all of it. the all-nighters in the painting studio. going to jay's office hours to hide from sara. drinking before class. the 12 hour crit for sharon's class at contact. trying to catch jay coming out of the freshman writing class he taught. the night of the opening for the show at contact. feeling defeated because sara came for all of 15 minutes and then wouldn't stay because she would rather be with her friends. my heart jumping into my throat when jay came and stayed for hours. going to jay's office to turn in my final portfolio and him saying he'd send someone to pick me up if i didn't come to his cinco party. sara getting a last minute gig that weekend. drinking before getting on the train and then smoking cigarettes outside of jay's building before talking myself into going in. laughing in his kitchen, painting with other people in my class who came, smoking cigarettes with danica on the roof. doing shots of whatever and then sheepishly asking if i could crash on his couch because i didn't have a way to get home. talking quietly in his kitchen as other girls fell asleep on the couch, him asking, "you wanna come smoke with me?" and following. waking up to the brightest light. him telling me, "she sounds like all the shitty parts of dating a guy, and none of the nice parts of dating a girl," and finally understanding what that meant. him asking me to come see him again later that week. playing with his dog and him telling me, "she likes you". him driving me home and putting his arm around me in the car.

it's not even missing him. it's missing the way i felt. being in his apartment that one night, with my phone broken because i left it outside in the rain, and sara not knowing where i was, and not being able to find out. it was the first time i think i'd ever felt safe in my life.

so anyway.

chasing the dragon or something because the stories are gone. and then trying to find my hard drives, going through emails, going through folders, trying to find anything anywhere.

and i just found a folder on a hard drive named "jay e". i'm going to fucking cry.

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evelynandcelia · 5 months

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Why Not Take All Of Me?

Read on AO3 here!

CHAPTER 5

I had never stepped foot in George Martinez’s office before, even though he was technically my publicist. Harry hired him after I married Rex to help push the stories we’d been concocting. From what I’d seen in the rags, he’d done a good job. Celia and I had been back together for three years at that point, and there hadn’t been a single article that hinted at us being anything other than “the best of friends.” I wasn’t sure if Harry had told George about Celia or if a Hollywood publicist had just naturally tried to keep the word “thespian” as far away from my name as possible. Either way, George Martinez knew everything about us after receiving that envelope.

He was a short man with a tan, leathery face and thick eyebrows. When he spoke, he was pragmatic first and foremost. For some reason, I immediately trusted him. It helped that Harry had such confidence in him. If Harry liked him, he had to be on our team, so to speak. As I sat in his small, dark office, looking at the wall covered in pictures of familiar, famous faces, I wondered how many other queer stars he had helped keep in the closet. And, in that same moment, I wondered what Celia was doing.

“We have a few options in front of us, Ms. Hugo.” George splayed his meaty hands out on the desk and began tapping the wood with his middle and pointer fingers. “The first is the easiest. We give the rags another story in exchange for yours.”

I took a pack of cigarettes out of my purse, stuck one between my lips, and began clumsily searching for a lighter. Harry pulled one out of his pocket and lit the cigarette for me. The cathartic action of inhaling and exhaling the smoke calmed me. After a few seconds, I felt composed enough to answer without my voice trembling. “I thought we weren’t even sure the magazines had the photos.”

“We’re not sure, but it’s never a bad idea to be a step ahead. Until the detective can give us some intel on who this pervert with a camera is, we need to be covering every base. Because if this story gets out somewhere…”

“We know, we know,” Harry said, waving a hand. “How would this work, George? Have a journalist write up a fake article about someone else?”

“No, the rags want proof nowadays – a few of them nearly went bankrupt in the 50s thanks to all those libel suits. We’d need a real, juicy story that would sell them.” He reached into a drawer and produced a folder. “I have one that they just might bite.”

Harry flipped open the folder, revealing two portraits of high-school-aged girls. One was Celia. Her face was rounder, her hair a little lighter, but I would recognize that cupid’s bow anywhere.

“What is this?” I asked, setting down my cigarette on the ashtray and picking up the two photos. Beneath them, there was a thick stack of typed pages.

“That is Eleanor Thompson: high-school sweetheart of Celia St. James.”

My mind flashed to the day after the Little Women premiere when I saw Celia standing outside my house, wringing her hands and pacing. She said there had been a girl in high school, her best friend, who she’d been with romantically. And I told her I didn’t want to hear about it because I was scared, confused, and jealous that someone else had seen her like I had.

That girl was Eleanor. Celia’s first crush was willing to ruin her for a quick payout. Damn her, I thought to myself. Damn her.

“This girl, Eleanor, sold her story to Sub Rosa years ago, but we managed to cover it up with some artful dodging and a few well-placed checks. At the time, Harry told me it was just as important to keep Ms. St. James’ reputation clean as it was yours.”

I looked over at Harry and he just nodded. It was shocking to think I hadn’t heard about any of this but I was grateful to Harry for protecting Celia so diligently. I never knew how close we always were to losing it all.

“Why on earth would we push the rags to publish this instead?” I slammed the photos down on the desk. I inadvertently smudged the ink on Celia’s photo, smearing her left eyelid slightly. “You just said it yourself – we have to protect Celia too.”

“I’m sorry, Ms. Hugo, but it’s too late for that,” George replied. “I don’t have another story of this magnitude to give you. The only reason I have this one is because I’ve been working double-time trying to keep Celia’s name out of the press. If you flip through that folder, you’ll find a slew of other accounts, all about her and her… hobbies. People have been talking about her for years.”

I visibly flinched at George’s choice of words. Being gay certainly wasn’t Celia’s hobby.

“So, what are you saying? That we should trade this disgusting expose for the photos because something is inevitably going to come out about Celia at some point? That is so far off the table. No. Absolutely not. Never.”

“Evelyn.” Harry put a hand on my forearm. “Just think about this for a moment. I don’t like it either, but our options are slim. Half of Hollywood has talked about Celia. Rumors were circling before I even hired her for Little Women, and that didn’t stop her from winning an Oscar.”

“You know as well as I do that an expose would still be career suicide. She’d never act again,” I said in a low voice. My fury from earlier was bubbling at the surface again. How could either of them think publicly outing Celia was a viable alternative? I briefly wondered if anyone would notice if I got up, left the room, and screamed at the top of my lungs in the hallway. I also wondered if I even cared if they noticed.

“Yes, she would,” Harry said. “This Eleanor girl doesn’t have any photos, and neither do any of the other women Celia’s been with. They’re eye witnesses, but eye witnesses lie. Celia can do an interview and clear it all up. Hell, she can sue the magazine – it doesn’t matter. In a few years, it’ll be old news, and Celia will still be a star. And, well…”

“What?” I spat.

“Celia has always been open to the idea of the world knowing about her. I think you know that better than anyone.”

To even entertain the possibility of punishing Celia to save my own stardom was unthinkable. Yes, I knew that Celia had fantasies about living her life out in the open. But she was the kind of woman who enjoyed fantasies – that was why she had become an actress. In our relationship, I was always the one who had to deal with the hard truths, the one who had to clean up all the messes. She resented me for it just as much as she knew she needed it.

If I let them print that story, I would lose her forever. She would never forgive me. That much was obvious to me.

“Please, put this away. Actually, don’t – burn it. I never want to see this or hear about this ever again.”

“Evelyn…” Harry started.

“I’m serious, Harry.”

George took the folder and put it back in the desk drawer. “That only leaves us with one avenue, Ms. Hugo. We have a private investigator looking into who took these. When he finds this perv, we’ll talk to him.”

“Talk to him?” I asked. “Is that a euphemism?”

George laughed boisterously. “Yes and no. I know some guys who handle things like this for a living. We’ll see what he wants and pay him off. Might cost a pretty penny, but peace of mind is worth it, yeah?” He sighed deeply, and it felt like his whole body lifted and then fell. “There’s still the chance that he’s already given the photos to the rags. If so, we’ll have to wait for the magazines to publish the articles before we can sic the lawyers on them. That’s how it works.”

“How long until this private eye can dig something up?”

George shrugged his broad shoulders. “A day or two if it’s easy. A week if it’s not.”

“If the rags have the photos, they’ll be out in less than a week.”

“I know. That’s why I offered you Celia’s story.”

I hated hearing her name coming out of his mouth. Not because I thought he was a bad man – I knew he was just trying to do his job and save his client. I hated that Celia was even in this conversation in the first place. I wanted to keep her on a pedestal, far away from the griminess that was Hollywood’s underbelly.

“Well, then we’ll have to wait.” I stood up, grabbed my purse, and put back on my sunglasses. “Call me the second you hear anything. I will give this man every cent I have. I just want this handled as quietly as possible.”

“That’s what everyone wants,” George said with a slight nod. “I’ll do my best.”

•••

When I got back to my house, Celia was gone. She hadn’t left a note, and when I tried to call her, she didn’t pick up. I called her agent, Roger, and he told me she had flown to New York to spend the week with John at the apartment they shared on the Upper East Side.

Good, I thought. She’s cooling off. But I had a feeling it was worse than that. When you hurt Celia, she did her best to hurt you back; I would have to face her indignation sooner or later. I hoped that by then, I’d have found a solution to the photos. I thought that those disappearing would make her happy.

Three days later, the private eye delivered the good news: He had found the man responsible for the photos.

The second Harry called, I rushed to George’s Santa Monica office. When I arrived, Harry was already there, looking over the file the detective had gathered.

“His name is William Porter,” George said. “He was in the Navy for a brief stint after high school before moving to Los Angeles. Started taking photos in the early 50s and has been at it ever since.”

Harry handed me the file. There was a photo clipped to the edge of the folder. It was of a slim, fair-skinned man in a sailor uniform. He wasn’t handsome by any stretch but he wasn’t unattractive either. He had a sharp jaw and an easy smile. I don’t know why I was so surprised. By that point, I should’ve known that most horrible men are good at hiding behind kind eyes. I thumbed through the file and began to read.

William Porter was a recluse photog with a long list of lawsuits. He’d been hired and fired from every magazine in the city and had spent the last few years freelancing. Hollywood scandals were his bread and butter, particularly those that had to do with bombshell leading ladies. “Creep” didn’t even get close to what this man was. He was every bit as much of a predator as Ari or Don – he just didn’t have the fame to help cover up his hideous nature.

“He’s smart. We think he’s done this before and gotten away with it. All those lawsuits in there are superfluous. Nothing sticks to the guy. We even caught our investigator in the act. The two had a surprisingly civil conversation.”

I closed the file and put it back on George’s desk. “He wants money?” I guessed. I was already willing to give every cent I had to bury those photos. No dollar amount would have been too high. My whole life was on the line.

“He doesn’t want money, Ms. Hugo. According to our investigator, he just wants to meet you.”

The look of disdain that washed over my face must have startled George because he gave me an uncharacteristic nervous smile. “He said he’s willing to get rid of all the photos and never send them to the rags if you just sit down with him. That’s it.”

I would have rather handed William Porter a check for a million dollars than sit down and hear whatever was in his twisted brain. I didn’t want to be within thirty feet of a man who would use private, intimate photos as blackmail. The thought alone made me want to hurl.

But, once again, my options were slim. If I wanted to protect myself and Celia, I had no choice.

“I’ll do it. If it means these goddamn photos go away forever, I’ll do it. But I want Harry to come with me.”

George shook his head. “His demands are clear: just you and him. It can be in a public place, though, and you can choose the location.”

“So I have to put my safety on the line?” I looked at Harry. He was refusing to meet my gaze. He just kept staring straight ahead.

“Wherever you choose to meet him, I can plant a few strong guys,” George said. “If he tries to touch you, they’ll step in.”

“Fine.” I closed my eyes and tried to center myself. This wasn’t anything new – just another obsessed fan. I could do this. I was Evelyn goddamn Hugo, and I could do this. “Okay. Tell him I’ll meet him at Cole’s tomorrow afternoon.”

George was already dialing a number on his rotary. “You got it. One conversation, that’s it.”

The thing is, that’s never it. I should’ve known that no man has ever wanted just a conversation with a woman like me.

•••

On the day of the meeting, I wore a long-sleeve black sweater and bell-bottom jeans. It was hot in L.A., but I wanted to display as little skin as possible. The sweater had a mock turtleneck design, so my cleavage was completely hidden.

I arrived ten minutes early, chose a booth in the back of the restaurant, and ordered a Coke. When he arrived, he walked in with a confident swagger that made me ill. He was dressed casually in jeans and he was wearing glasses. I thought he looked both completely and utterly normal and simultaneously repulsive.

“Ah, Ms. Hugo. I’ve been looking forward to meeting you for a long time now.” He was so cordial and self-assured that I thought he might offer me his hand to shake as if we were here to discuss a new script or a sponsorship deal. Instead, he just smiled and sat down across from me.

“Whatever it is you want to ask me, just get on with it,” I said in a hushed tone. I wanted to scream each word at him, but I knew I had to keep this conversation as tactful as possible so as not to raise suspicion from the other diners. All I needed was an article in PhotoMoment about me acting hysterical in Cole’s on a Tuesday afternoon.

“Can we order something to eat first? I’m starved.” He casually picked up the menu and began reading it over.

I was silent when the waiter came to our table. William ordered a French dip. He laughed under his breath when the waiter did a double-take after seeing me.

“You must get that a lot. Hollywood’s blonde bombshell.”

I wanted to tear his goddamn head off. “Please. Just tell me what you want. Whatever you want, I can make it happen. Do you want a role? I can make a phone call right now and get you into whatever movie you want.”

He shook his head. That smug smile was still plastered on his face. “That’s quite alright. I’m no actor, believe me. Evelyn – may I call you Evelyn?”

“I don’t care.”

“Evelyn, I don’t want your money or your connections. I’m a simple man. The only thing I want is to photograph you.”

My mind went blank. “Are you joking? You’ve already taken hundreds of photos of me. What more do you want?”

“I’ve taken candid ones, yes. And while I think those are great, I want something a bit more polished. I want you to pose for me. See, I have an…affinity for all things beautiful, and I want to add you to my collection.” He folded his hands on the table. “You’re the most beautiful woman in the world. You would be my pièce de résistance.”

He didn’t say what type of photos he wanted, but it was easy enough to assume. Just like every straight man in America, William wanted to see what I didn’t give up in Boute-en-Train.

Before I could answer, the waiter returned with William’s French dip. I kept my head down, hoping the waiter wouldn’t compliment me or ask me for an autograph. Thankfully, he didn’t.

“You’ve done this with other women,” I said in a stoic tone. I thought about Ruby and how Don had abused her just as he had abused me. It was always a cycle. One girl was never enough for any of them. They had to have every beautiful thing their eyes landed on.

“A few. Though, I will say, you’re the first with some serious dirt on you. A lesbian affair? I couldn’t even get that on Katherine Hepburn, and she’s the biggest dyke in Hollywood.”

I looked up at him with a mixture of horror and outrage. “God, you are disgusting.”

“I’m not unkind, Evelyn.” He took a bite of his sandwich, chewing loudly. “I don’t want to sell those photos to the rags. I don’t want to see your reputation ruined. I just want a few photos of you for my private collection. You’re lucky that I’m not one of those photogs who gets off on selling secrets. If I were, you and your girlfriend would already be on the front of every magazine in the nation.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose. I was just about at my limit. “If I do this – and that’s a huge if – how will I know you won’t just sell the photos down the line? I don’t want those pictures of Celia and me showing up anywhere. Ever.”

“I’ll give you the negatives. And you’ll have my word.”

Like that’s worth jack shit, I thought.

“I could call the police. This is blackmail – extortion.”

“Sure, you could. And they might be able to charge me with something. Just like they might be able to charge you and Celia with something. Do you really want to open up that can of worms?”

He could be patronizing because he knew he was right. If I went to the police, every tabloid in L.A. would have the story within a few hours. And then there was the criminal element. Being gay wasn’t illegal in 1967, but the FBI was still carrying out regular witch hunts. Celia and I would be publicly humiliated.

“No.” Even though I hadn’t done it more than a few times, I knew when to admit defeat. There was no clever way to dodge this bullet. I just had to let it hit me. I could tend to the wound later.

“How does Saturday sound?” He pulled a small planner from his back pocket and opened it to a bookmarked page. “Six o’clock?”

“I haven’t agreed yet.”

He took a short pencil out of his shirt pocket. “You will. You’ve run out of options. So, does six work for you?” He asked the question as if he was PA setting up a working lunch.

“You could physically hurt me.” My voice was so low that even I could barely hear it. William craned his neck and leaned in closer. He smelled of cellophane and cheap detergent.

“Have your friend Harry Cameron come. He can wait in the other room while you pose for me.”

For a brief moment, I imagined telling Harry about this conversation. He would probably offer to kill William himself, and even if I talked him out of it, he would never condone something so reckless. No, I had to go alone. I knew how crazy and irresponsible it was. I knew there was a chance he could assault me or worse. But at the time, I saw only one available path, and at the end of that path was William Porter and a camera.

“OK. Saturday. Six o’clock.”

“Here’s my address.” He tore a page from his notebook and slid it across the laminate table. Without even a cursory look, I picked it up, shoved it into my purse, and began sliding out of the booth. “And wear something pretty.” His gaze lingered on my chest. “Or not.”

The restaurant became blurry, and I shut my eyes for just a second, refusing to show any weakness in front of that vile man. I put on my sunglasses and numbly moved, unthinking and unfeeling, until I was back outside. When I finally made it to my car, I leaned my head against the steering wheel and wept and screamed and slammed my fists on the dashboard until the skin turned an angry shade of red. And then I turned the key in the ignition and drove back home.

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BKDK: "First time" (Ao3)

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It’s been 2 months since the war, and I was still in disbelief at what happened. I’m still trying to process the fact that I’m currently lying on my bed next to a very beautiful person. Even with that scar that lay on the right side of his face, he was still the most amazing person I know. “What are you looking at, nerd?”

“A very handsome boyfriend.” The way Kacchan smiled back had my heart skip a beat. He then snuggled closer to where our noses touched.

“I’m handsome? That’s really all you got?” We started giggling before I turned to lay on my back.

“Oh, excuse me.” I then covered my eyes. “Maybe I shouldn’t say anything at all. Or even look if I can’t say anything worthy to describe how perfect my Kacchan is.”

“Hey!” I felt a light slap on my chest before I felt him move away from me. When I tried to look, I was surprised to see Kacchan making his way to sit on me. At that, he sat slightly above my hips but not on top of my stomach. It didn’t help that he had his arms crossed. “Look at me.”

Which I fully removed my hand from my face and kept my arms at my side. “Ok. Now what?” Kacchan looked side to side as he thought. I couldn’t help but notice the way a shade of pink started to spread across his cheeks. Was he blushing? He then suddenly grabbed my hands and placed them on his hips. My face quickly was on fire. He can’t be serious.

“What’s with that face, nerd?” The way he smirked did not help the situation. Especially with how he started to press back on my hips. Which brought attention to something I was not mindful of. When did that happen? “Heh.”

“Hey! Do you have any idea what you’re doing?” At that, Kacchan’s cheeks became a deep shade of red.

“I may have seen this somewhere. And maybe I wanted to try it.” He then quickly got off me and laid back down. At that, Kacchan faced away from me. “Never mind.”

What the hell just happened? I got on my knees as I tried to turn Kacchan to face me. “What were you thinking to do?” He kept trying not to face me.

“It’s nothing. Forget about it.”

“Clearly, it’s something if you’re acting like this.” That’s when he peeked over his shoulders at me.

“Give me my phone.” I didn’t question it as I got off the bed. After grabbing his phone from my desk, I sat back on the bed next to Kacchan. “This is so embarrassing.” I then watched as he went about looking through his phone’s gallery. Until he came upon a password access folder. At that, he turned away to type it out before showing his phone to me.

As I looked through the gallery, my face kept burning up. “You wanted to do this!” I looked at Kacchan, and his whole face and ears were red. “But it looks so weird and uncomfortable. At least most of them.” Before he could take his phone back, I kept it out of reach. “I knew you were a Lightening Prince fan, but I didn’t think you were that kind of fan.”

“Oh, shut up! Give me back my phone!” His face was a mere breath away from mine. Well, there was this one photo I saw in his gallery that I wouldn’t mind trying. So, I moved to close the gap between our faces and pressed my lips to his.

It was kind of weird to touch his lips with mine. Especially with how unbelievably soft they felt. Then I remembered a few scenes from the Spider-Man movies. The ones Peter kisses Gwen. Maybe I should try that. But how?

The moment was quickly over before I could figure it out. Me and Kacchan just stared at each other as he tried to hide his face. “Was that our first kiss?” I simply nodded. He then suddenly looked angry. “We could do better than that!”

I didn’t get a chance to respond when Kacchan pressed his lips to mine. It felt like he was trying to push me. And it didn’t help that we kept moving our heads so that our noses would bump into each other. Eventually, I remembered how Peter and Gwen kissed. Something about turning our heads opposite of each other. Also, to have our mouths slightly open.

When I did that, something just felt right. I then remembered I had his phone in my hand. So I placed it under my pillow as I used my other hand to grab the back of Kacchan’s head. When we finally stopped and looked at each other, I couldn’t help but smile at how breathless we were. “Better?” He quickly nodded. “Want to go again?” Another quick nod.

I leaned in and took hold of the back of his head. When our lips met again, it started to feel easier to figure this out. At least he wasn’t fighting me as I did so. Was he really allowing me to lead? That’s when I felt something tug at the bottom of my shirt. I released our faces. “Take it off.” Without question, I removed my shirt and then his.

I still don’t know how we got here, but I was now in between Kacchan’s legs. “You sure about this?” Even though he hid his face behind his hands, he nodded his head. I nervously started to unzip his pants. It's not like we've never seen each other naked before. Yet this was something completely different.

“Hurry up!” I couldn’t help but chuckle. Even when he’s clearly nervous, he still is impatient. The moment I finished unzipping, I took a deep breath. With one careful tug, I removed both his jeans and boxers. At that, I couldn’t help but stare. “What’s the problem now?”

I just looked at Kacchan. From his lower half to his torso and all the way to his face. “You’re absolutely gorgeous.”

“Uh?” He had his arms down and looked at me. “Seriously?” I couldn’t help but smile and nod at him. It’s then he smirked. “Glad you’re enjoying the view. But something is missing.”

“What?” He started to laugh and point at me. “Oh!” I then removed my own pants and boxers. They meet the ground behind me. “So, what’s next?” Kacchan then sat up and wrapped his legs around me. “Oh god! Oh god! Our dicks are touching!” That’s when I heard Kacchan laugh. He then placed his left hand on my shoulder. While he poked the tip of my dick. Now, I was the one hiding behind my hands.

“Seeing it up close and being able to feel it is so strange.” It’s then I felt something warm wrapped around my dick and slowly stroke me. Oh god! Why did that feel so good? I removed one of my hands from my face. Shakily, I reached out to Kacchan’s member and started to do the same to him.

The face Kacchan made just added to his beauty. I can’t believe I get to witness this. His face was so irresistible that I couldn’t hold back. Using my free hand, I pulled our faces together and kissed his lips. Hopefully, with more practice, I’ll be able to give Kacchan the perfect kiss every time.

As we kissed and stroked each other, I suddenly felt something wet on Kacchan’s tip. I released his lips and looked between our bodies. He may have had the same thought with how we bumped heads. We laughed a bit. It was then I noticed a clear liquid coming out of both of us. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t pee since I know I didn’t need to use the bathroom. “I think I read something about this on a sex ed website.”

“Oh, yeah?” I looked at Kacchan as he nodded.

“If I’m right, it’s called pre-cum.”

“That’s such a weird thing to call it.” We both laughed. But then I had a thought. I wonder what would happen if I did something. So, when my hand was closer to his head, I rubbed my thumb over the tip. I even slightly pressed down as I rubbed over his hole. The face Kacchan had before leaning forward had my body even more on fire. I really like that.

So I would stroke him. But every time I got to the head, I used my thumb to give a little pressure as I rubbed the tip. Maybe if I used my thumb to leave a trail of pressure? I did so along the underside of his dick every time I stroked up. “Hmm.” Kacchan’s head rested on my shoulder as I continued.

“Does that feel good?” He just nodded against my shoulder. I couldn’t help but smile. At that, I have a clear view of his neck. It made me wonder what else I could do that would make him feel good. That’s when I recall a photo from his gallery. Would he like that?

I licked the inside of Kacchan’s neck as I kept stroking him. “Ah.” My smile just grew at that. Before long, I had him making all types of sounds in my ear. His whole body was wrapped around me as I kept stroking him. Sometimes, I would pinch his tip, along with biting his ear. And the way I felt his nails digging into me was exciting.

I then picked up my pace with the strokes. At that, I had a decent grip on his dick. I don’t know when, but I had bit his lips and neck. Kacchan’s beauty just kept growing with every mark I left on him. Then suddenly, he let out this long groan, and I felt something wet on me. Along with how his lower half trembled in my hands.

We just sat there in silence. After the trembling stopped, I wrapped both arms around Kacchan and held him close. All while he was catching his breath. I even dropped kisses gently on his neck. At that, I couldn’t contain the smirk that grew on my face when looking at all the marks I left on his exposed neck. I better enjoy it now because I’m not sure if he would appreciate that. Or would he?

Once Kacchan was able to move, he backed enough to look at me. “What happened?” He’s just got that shade of pink again as he looked between our bodies.

“I think I came.”

“Oh.” My smile just grew as I kept staring at him. “Did it feel good?” He quickly nodded before looking sad. “What’s the matter, Kacchan?”

“I’m sorry. I must have got lost in the moment and didn’t finish you off.”

I booped his nose. “That’s ok. As long as you feel good, then that’s all that matters.” That’s when he looked angry. Suddenly, I found myself pressed against my bookcase, which was attached to my bed. “What’s wrong, Kacchan?” He just looked at me before looking between my legs. I then watched in horror as he brought his face closer to my dick. “You don’t have to do that, Kacchan. I promise I’m fine.”

“Shut up.” I quickly covered my mouth. “Now it’s your turn.” With that, I nodded. As I watched him just stare at it, I wanted to tell him to stop. But there’s no going back once Kacchan made up his mind. It was at that moment I saw how he wrapped his hand around me.

At first, he stroked me nice and slow. Until he did something unexpected. He licked the underside of my dick! I had to fight back from making a sound. But oh god, that felt good. Especially when that tongue of his teased my tip. My mind was becoming foggy with each pass.

Yet the moment I felt something wet and warm take me in, I realized that I had closed my eyes. When I looked down, I only saw the top of Kacchan’s head. Was he… “Are you using your teeth?” He didn’t say anything as I felt something sharp rake me. “Hmm.” I closed my eyes as I held his head. “I like that.”

As I felt him move up and down, I began to bite my lips close. Why did this feel so good? And when I did open my eyes, I was still in disbelief at who was giving me this weird sensation. Especially with how I couldn’t help but admire this angle of them. What angle of Kacchan wasn’t perfect? That’s when the warm feeling was replaced by something cold before his hand. I couldn’t help but smile when Kacchan brought his face into view. “So?”

“Where did you learn to do that?”

He came closer and rested his head on my shoulder. “I may have watched a few things. Maybe they gave me a few ideas?”

“So, like the pictures in your gallery?” He nodded before licking my neck. “Hehe. That tickles.”

“Stupid.”

We both laughed at that. “So, am I the Lightening Prince or the Strongest Soldier from those photos?” At that, he let me go and stood back. Even though I felt cold and would like him to continue, I enjoyed the view more. The way his face, ears, and even his shoulders had that shade of pink. “You’re so beautiful.”

“I don’t want to do this anymore.”

“Ok.” He then quickly looked back at me. I just started to make my way to get off the bed when he held my ankle. “What’s the matter, Kacchan?”

“Don’t you want to continue?”

I looked at him for a moment before going back to what I was doing. I grabbed our boxers from the floor and handed back his. Then I sat back on the bed and brought him into a hug. “I’ll be fine. As long as Kacchan is happy, then it doesn’t matter what happens to me.”

Kacchan pushed me, which had me fall on the floor. “This isn’t how this works.”

I just crossed my legs and looked up at him. “Then how is it supposed to work?”

His face became red again as he looked away. “We… we both are… we both…” He then took a deep breath and looked at me. At that, Kacchan looked angry. “We’re both supposed to be happy. It doesn’t work if only one person finishes.”

“Oh?”

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