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hellishjoel · 9 months

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Summary: After Joel misses two of your secret hookup dates, you send him a picture to show him just what he’s missing… while you're in Joel’s bed and he’s across the street at your dad’s house.

Warnings/Information/Heads-Up: MA 18+ (minors DNI), no outbreak, smut, age gap (reader is in her early 20’s, Joel in his 40’s), sending/receiving nudes, dbf!joel, brat tamer!joel, a lil choking, oral (f receiving), fingering, pet names, praise, denial/edging followed by overstimulation, temperature play (kind of?), reader’s dad being a cockblock (TWICE)

A/N: based on this lovely request! I love dbf!joel, I’ll never get enough. Masterlist

You had to take the perfect picture, one to show him what he was missing. You had to take one at just the right angle to show off your tits and the curve of your ass, the dark green lace material leaving little to the imagination. Finally, you sent off the picture with a rush of adrenaline, biting on your nail as you smirked. “Gonna have to start without you xx” And you weren’t lying. Your hand moved down the smooth skin of your stomach, eyes fluttering closed as you let out a heavy breath feeling how wet you were growing. Breaking his rules felt like a flood of excitement. It didn’t take him more than a minute for your text to go from Delivered, to Seen at 9:02 PM, to the little … messaging dots. “Are you in my fucking bed?” He wrote back.

You have been so careful these past few months. You had followed his rules.

1. Time Limit: If you were sneaking out of your dad’s house to meet up with Joel, you couldn’t stay the night.

This usually meant you running barefoot across the road from Joel’s house before the sun peeked over the hill of your cul-de-sac and back through your cracked open window with time to spare. Joel wasn’t really a “sleep over, I’ll make you coffee and breakfast in the morning” type of guy. You snuck over, did your dirty deeds, and always left him wanting more by the time you slipped out of his dark gray sheets. Not so much more that he was begging you to stay, but just enough for him to invite you back over.

2. Exposure: Don’t awkwardly avoid each other in public.

Joel, being your dad’s closest buddy, meant he was often over at your house for a number of reasons. Your dad had a boat down on the lake, so the two liked to fish. Your dad also owned a few nice motorcycles and always lent one to Joel so they could ride together during the summer. Sometimes, Joel would just come over because he was bored. With Sarah away at school, his entertainment was down to whatever beer he had in his fridge and the worn-in spot on his La-Z-Boy recliner catching a Rangers game. It was crucial not to avoid each other, or else it would just look out of the ordinary. Like something was going on between the two of you.

3. Paparazzi: No photos.

It’s as basic as it sounds. No taking photos of each other during your hidden moments away from the rest of the world. That meant no snapping pictures of Joel while you were out at dinner a few towns away, no videos of him railing you (no matter how many times you begged him), and definitely no nudes.

He had a bunch of other rules he had initiated over time, ones he made after you had broken an unknown boundary.

“It’s better for us this way, darlin’. Don’t want no one findin’ out ‘bout us.”

It had been well over a week since Joel invited you over last. And you were actually going insane. You both kept a standing reservation for the other on Friday nights. Fridays were at the request of Joel. After a long week of work, all he wanted to do was to come home, have a shower, and fall into bed with you.

You’d tell your dad you were going out with friends, and if your dad tried to hang out with Joel, he would say he was FaceTiming with Sarah that evening.

However, that plan harshly backfired when your dad insisted he wanted to hang out with his friends on Friday nights, too.

“Come on, Joel, call Sarah tomorrow. We’re going out to the bar for a drink!”

You loved your dad, but he was a fucking cockblock.

“We’ll meet tomorrow night, baby girl. Can’t say no to your daddy when he just wants some company.”

His text message to you Friday night left little comfort to the aching between your legs, a whine leaving you in annoyance when you hid away in your bedroom, having to help yourself for the night.

Apparently, Joel missed the memo that he was supposed to join your dad for one of the Rangers’ night games that following Saturday.

“Come on, Joely, it’s the Rangers against the fuckin’ Padres!”

Your dad did have a certain distaste for the Padres, a distaste he thought he would share with Joel over beer with chips and dip in the den.

Now, you were angry. So sexually frustrated that you could punch a hole through the damn drywall. You had to watch Joel come over to your house, wearing the dark green flannel that was labeled yours on Friday nights, with his freshly trimmed beard scruff that he probably trimmed just for you the night before.

His eyes read slightly apologetic when he glanced in your direction upon entering the house, but your revenge plans were already drawn out.

“Daddy, I’m going out.” You said as you leaned down to kiss his cheek and grab your keys from the dish.

“Two nights in a row, kiddo?” He asked, his eyes not straying from the TV, munching on a chip as he watched the wind up of a pitch.

A simple “mhm” left your lips as you started to exit the den. Joel’s curious gaze slyly followed your exit, glancing over you slowly. “Well, that’s 23 for ya. That will be your Sarah soon. Going out every night, makin’ trouble.” Your dad laughed as he told Joel, but you could see there was no smile on his face as he let out a forced little grumble.

With little curiosity from your occupied father, you went out the front door and hastily moved across the street to Joel’s house. It tasted like rain in the air, the dark clouds looming overhead confirming it.

You used the hidden key, your key, from under a plant at the back door and let yourself in, shimmying into the darkness that veiled the inside of his home.

You didn’t need to turn on a light, the home had become a blueprint in your head from all of your late-night rendezvous. Besides, a light on might signal the attention of your dad or Joel from across the street.

Your breath was tight in your chest, you were so excited. It wasn’t often that you had the upper hand with Joel, but if your plan worked like you hoped it would, he would be the one begging for you.

You shimmied out of your top and pants, revealing a dark green lingerie set. His favorite color. You pulled back his comforter and got into the familiar dark gray sheets, your eyes fluttering closed for a moment at his smell that soaked the material. You missed him, you missed his attention. Focus.

You took a deep breath and pulled his sheets back, your phone in hand as you lifted it above your silhouette with the flash on. You smirked as you looked at your beautiful body through the camera’s lens, admiring each curve and dimple. He loved every inch of you, he told you so himself.

You had to take the perfect picture, to show him what he was missing. You had to take one at just the right angle to show off your tits and the curve of your ass, the dark green lace material leaving little to the imagination.

Finally, you sent off the picture with a rush of adrenaline, biting on your nail as you smirked.

“Gonna have to start without you xx”

And you weren’t lying.

Your hand moved down the smooth skin of your stomach, eyes fluttering closed as you let out a heavy breath feeling how wet you were growing. Breaking Joel’s rules felt like a flood of excitement.

It didn’t take him more than a minute for your text to go from Delivered to Seen at 9:02 PM to the little … messaging dots.

“Are you in my fucking bed?” He wrote back.

He sounded angry, the dark gray sheets caressing you suddenly felt territorial. You were in his house without permission, breaking cardinal rule number 3. What if he didn’t want to see you again? Those rules were there for a reason, it’s what kept this little relationship going for so long. What if breaking the rules meant breaking off things? How many strikes did you get? You never truly asked. Did he even give you any strikes!?

Your heart thumped as your phone buzzed again, staggering to grab it and flip it over to see another text from him.

“New rule. Don’t touch yourself without me there. I’m leaving now.”

Your lips parted at the sight, a sly and excited smirk gracing your lips as you let out a fawning sigh. You were happy to know it was okay to break a rule as long as he was into it. Typical man thing, but duly noted.

You decided to watch him leave your house from the corner of his bedroom window. He left in a hurry, his flannel clutched in his hand as he angrily paced himself across the street. Droplets from the sky left darkened dots on his short sleeve t-shirt, his pace kicking up for more than one reason to get inside his house.

Hearing him set foot in the house made your legs flutter tighter together. You concealed yourself with his comforter, just your head popping out as you eagerly awaited for his body to peer through the doorway. You almost didn’t know what to do. Being in his house unannounced felt like you should hide.

He didn’t immediately come upstairs, he was taking his time. What was he doing?

Finally, you heard his thunderous boots hit the stairs, trudging their way to his bedroom. You purse your lips eagerly, one of your hands under the sheets slipping into your lacey green panties again.

Joel pushed open his bedroom door, your face dropping at the sight. You had never seen him so angry looking. His eyes narrowed on you in that stone-cold way that made your lips part. Oh, look, his half-age situationship was holed up in his bed, begging to be fucked.

You needed to muster up some words and fast.

“Joel, I-”

“What.. the HELL do you think you’re doin’ in here?” He barked so loud that your eyes went wide, and you held the comforter over your body as a shield now. Any nerve you had running over here like this was fucking gone.

Was his text only a ploy so he could make sure you were here so he could yell at you?

Your lips parted when you realized what was taking him so long downstairs. He was lowering the fucking thermostat. A shiver shuddered up your spine, grasping the comforter closer to be tucked under your chin.

You whimpered again, but this time more loudly, your desperate eyes meeting his stoic face. His fist was still clutching his flannel, his knuckles white, and the material surely crumpled up.

“I asked what the hell you were doin’ over here, fuckin’ answer me.” Joel’s words were growled and low, a sorry spot in your stomach forming where your body’s heat drained. You had never seen this side of him before. With one foul move of his arm, he ripped back the comforter to reveal your half-naked body.

The cold rushed over you once more, leaving you whimpering as you pulled your hand out from where you were previously feeling up your slick. You needed to coax him out of his mood.

“I just wanted to see you, baby. Needed you yesterday… still need you tonight.” Despite the chill, you laid back in his sheets and accentuated your body, your hands smoothing over yourself. One hand cupped your breasts, fingernail gently tugging on your bralette strap while your other hand guided over the curve of your hip and played with the thin lace of your thong.

He couldn’t help but let his gaze slip, taking a deep breath in through his nose while his eyes fell lower to the curve of your breasts amplified by the bralette. You were his pretty little thing, always have been, always will be. How could he resist you laying in his bed like this, all prepped and primed for him? Wearing his favorite color…

It didn’t take him long to decide, he wanted you just as badly as you wanted him.

Joel’s hand reached out first, his rough fingertips delicately brushing up the skin on your thigh, instantly causing goosebumps in their path.

“What did you say to my dad that he let you leave the watch party early?” You asked curiously, your eyes fluttering up to his amber ones. Another soft lightning strike hit in the distance and highlighted his taut jawline.

He hesitated before answering, a sly smile slowly growing on his pretty lips. He grunted and rolled his eyes before answering.

“Told ‘em I couldn't watch the shit show the Rangers were puttin’ on. Wanted to come home.”

You giggled a bit as your hand reached up to tug at his belt a bit.

“Emphasis on come home.” You teased, your heart fluttering thinking of how he showed up for you.

Over time, Joel had developed this stupid hold over you, and when you didn’t get his attention, you could turn into a bit of a brat. Listen, once you have Joel Miller’s cock inside you, it changes your life. Going without it feels like a sick detox.

“You wore this little thing for me, huh?” His southern drawl was enough to make your stomach churn in excitement, letting out a shaky breath as your head nodded against his pillows.

His pointer finger hooked into the material of your thong, your long eyelashes batting up to him.

He was going too slow for your pace. You were about to speak up about it, but he interrupted your thoughts.

“You were touching yourself.”

Your lips parted, and your lusted-over eyes began to focus again on his face. Suddenly, it got frigid again.

“What?”

“When I pulled the covers back, your hands were in your panties. You were touching yourself.” The statement made your lungs tight.

“I told you not to touch yourself without me here, you didn’t fuckin’ listen.” His words were spat with punishment, a loud whine leaving you as he pulled his hand from you.

“Joel, please, I wasn’t-” “You really lyin’ to me right now?” His voice boomed, guilt soaking over you.

“The new rule was established long after I touched myself, Joel.” Your tone was all sass, eyes glaring up at him for not giving you what you wanted.

He let out a quiet little scoff and looked over you with a half-smirk.

“Is that so?” His eyes were daggers.

“Yep. When you ditched me last night, and I was left all alone, I..” Your voice trailed off, lips parting as you suddenly felt shy about getting off in private. At least, telling him off about it.

“And you what?” His voice gritted, his head cocking up as he looked you up and down.

You took a big inhale through your nose, sitting up as your body scrambled to get on your knees on the mattress.

“And I fingered myself until I came. Since you weren’t there to take care of me, I did it myself.” You snapped, your arms crossing in front of you, shuddering a bit with the cold. Your nipples were taut peaks under the green bralette now.

He slowly nodded, assessing what to do with you behind his eyes, weighing his options.

“Is that so?”

Your lips parted as you glanced down, his bulge resting heavily against his thigh. Ugh! Why wasn’t he putting it to use? You were right there!

You supposed he decided enough was enough, and Joel was ready to play.

Your skin was doubling in goosebumps, whimpering as his warm hands nearly felt like they were searing you as he pulled you in by your waist, leaning down to connect your lips in a dirty haste.

A happy moan was released from the depth of your throat, arms instantly locking around his neck and tugging his hair at the nape of his neck to keep him close. You could feel him shuffling with the kiss, smirking against him as you felt him kick his boots off blindly.

“Joel, baby, it’s too cold.” You whispered to him as your lips moved to sponge kisses up his bearded jawline, a new patch of silver and white hairs adorning his lower cheek that you paid special attention to.

He pulled away for a moment and got a better look at your face. “You really want me to go downstairs right now and change-”

“No.” You quickly said, with a slight smile as you pulled him back in.

He settled on the bed, clothes on and all. You were about to fall between his legs, but he was already positioning you where he wanted.

He was sitting up now with his back against the headboard, an empty space between his legs where he encouraged you to sit. You moved in with a small smile, your back to his front with his jean-clad thighs around your hips. His hands began to explore you, his lips attaching to your neck as your head fell back onto his shoulder, eyes blissfully falling closed. His calloused hands felt over what he pleased, cupping your chest as he bit into your neck before moving down to your wet panties.

You had been aching for hours, days even for this man’s touch.

A stray moan left your lips, head still lulling around on his shoulder. You felt his arms constrict around you, arms pinned at your sides, and when you tried to move them, his only grew tighter.

“Joel,” you whimpered, his digits slipping into the front of the material as he slowly moved his fingers up and down your slick.

You yearned to hold him, kiss him, do anything to keep yourself distracted from his neurotically slow pace.

“Joel-” you said in a short-tempered warning tone.

Suddenly, his free hand was on your throat, your eyes clenching closed as he held you in one spot, fingers slowly circling your now throbbing clit.

“You got started without me, figure’ you’d want all this attention.” His low voice growled into your ear, a futile whimper leaving your lips.

“If you’re gonna act like a brat, not gonna give’ya what ya want.” An exhausted sigh left your lips, head slacking back against his shoulder again as his hold on your throat loosened.

It was painful the way he tortured you. His ankles had locked yours to be spread wide, your trembling legs giving away your impending orgasm.

You were damn near lapping like an overworked dog in the sun every time he got you close and stopped all movements, tears threatening to spill at the frustration.

He had been circling your engorged clit for who knows how long now. Your head had fallen limp on his shoulder and bicep, your back was either strictly straight with electricity or slumped against him with Joel practically holding up your weight.

“J-Joel, I can’t keep taking this, please,” you whimpered. You looked like a wreck. Your mascara made your eyes teary, smudged black on your waterline, and your mouth was dry from all your broken moans and gasps.

Your desperation didn’t change his mind. He was a stone wall right now. This was maybe the third time he denied your orgasm. You lost count. Your body no longer had the strength to hold itself up. And no matter how hot your body got each time you came close to an orgasm, the cold chill rushed back in just as he pulled away.

“Gonna have to keep takin’ it, naughty girl. Broke more rules than I can count on both hands tonight alone.” You let out a disgruntled sigh, feeling his boner nudging against your back.

A soft smirk graced your lips as you took what strength you could muster, your heels digging into the mattress as you grinded back against him. Your lips parted at the feeling of him poking into your ass, purposely moaning his name against the shell of his ear.

The action only worsened your punishment, his fingers moving at a lightning-fast pace suddenly.

“F-Fuck! Joel!” A clap of thunder concealed your cries, harsh rain pitter-pattering against Joel’s window. You wiggled in his hold, breathing heavily as you begged him to let you cum.

“Please! Please! Please, Joel! Please!” One of your hands gripped his large thigh for stability, your nervous system a wreck as you tried to muscle through another one of his denials. Your heart raced, just at your peak and ready to pop, nails clenching into his jeans as he went to an all-halting stop once more.

This time, he let your body go and moved out from behind you, your body in shambles as you fell into his pillows. You felt numb, yet so short-circuited. Your brain could barely hold a thought besides what he made you say after every denial.

“I will not disobey the rules.” Joel’s voice scolded, whimpers leaving your lips as they parted, but you couldn’t work out the words for a moment.

“I will not..” He started to lead you, your trembling thighs begging for more attention.

“..disobey the rules.” You mustered up, eyes fluttering open to meet him.

This may seem like torture to anyone who didn’t know the full context, but Joel was quick to console you into bliss after each denial.

“So good for me baby girl, come here.” He mumbled quietly as he cupped your cheek and turned you to look up at him, stars in your eyes as he kissed your forehead, nose, and pouted lips.

You hummed happily, your lazy hand slinking up to hold his hand that was on your cheek.

“I learned my lesson.” You whispered, throat swollen from crying and begging all night.

“Yeah, did you?” He asked almost mockingly.

You nodded tiredly against the pillows, thighs still twitching at the thought of cumming.

“You wanna cum tonight, baby? Think you deserve it after acting like a brat all night?” Joel muttered, his hands gently throwing his dark green flannel over your top half to keep you safe from the cold.

You nodded eagerly and took the peace offering, snuggling his warm flannel around your body. It smelled like him and a little like the rain outside.

Your eyes glanced at the comforter across the room. Better not to ask.

“How do you wanna come tonight, darlin’?” Joel muttered, his warm hand cupping your outer thigh and gently shaking it to watch your ass jiggle. It made you feel your warm, sticky arousal still soaking your pussy.

“Mm, want your warm tongue, Joel. Keep me warm.” You moaned softly, turning your head to see a slight smirk gracing his lips.

“Alright angel, perk up now.” Joel directed as you moved onto your knees and bent over in front of him, your head laying to the side as your ass was up and spread for him.

The cool air breezed over your panties, biting down on your lip as you felt him pull the material down and stretch around your thighs. His greedy hands gripped your ass, your cheeks flushing as he admired you from behind.

“Like what ya see, old man?” You hummed teasingly, rutting your hips back until his firm hands stopped you in place.

“Watch it.” His tone was warning you, squeezing at the flesh.

You eagerly waited, your jaw dropping as you felt his warm lips kiss down your wet slick.

“Oh-, Oh, Joel..” You moaned quietly, your hands at either side of your head gently gripping the sheets.

His mustache and trimmed beard hairs tickled your upper thighs, your eyes fluttering closed as his warm tongue flattened against your core.

Such a greedy fucking man, licking up all the slick he caused since he came home. You were just a feast for him now, getting all your juices worked up and on display for him. The thought made your stomach churn. You were already so close to coming, he didn’t even plunge a finger into you yet.

It’s alright, you thought, because as long as he kept giving your clit attention and you could cum, it was a win in your book.

A shaky whimper spilled into his bed sheets as his fingers gripped more into your juicy ass, spreading you open as he worked slow figure-eights around your clit. It was like a gentle massage to your throbbing core. He was practically milking you.

What made you even wetter was hearing him moan against your pussy, the vibrations throwing your body forward. You would have fallen away from him if his hands weren’t gripping your hips so tight.

Oh god, it was a lot now. You were so tender, so aching, now he was showering you with affection and it was too much.

“I- Woah, Joel, wait-” You gasped as your back arched, and you threw your head back, hair going everywhere as Joel began to feast your orgasm from you.

His tongue didn’t stop, lapping and licking with generous speed.

“Too-too much, I- fuckkk,” you whined as you began to pant, eyes widening as you felt his mouth pull off you.

“You said I could cum.” You breathily pointed out at his absence, about to turn your head around and complain until you felt two of his meaty fingers slowly push into your fluttering pink walls.

“Love watching your cunt get filled up, baby.” His words were purring, rolling off his sick tongue and pooling right into the base of your stomach. It left you whimpering.

You could feel him fill you up to his knuckles, your eyes reeling back into your head as your head laid defeatedly in his mattress.

His lips resumed their place around your clit, suckling just enough that you could feel his teeth grazing your sensitive nub.

It was so much, too much, sooo good.

Your breathing grew labored, your stomach clenching every time his tongue massaged your pussy in just the right way. He had you right where he wanted you. You were worried he would stop again, just like he did the time before, and the time before that, and the time before that.

“Please-” You whimpered tiredly into the sheets, mumbling into the material. “Please don’t leave me.”

You could feel his cheeks quirk up in a smile on your skin. “Not goin’ anywhere kitten, you know I love how you taste.” His words made you gasp, grinding your hips back into his face. Joel was going to let you cum.

The squelching noises of your pussy being fucked by his fingers filled the room, his tongue relentless on you now. You were a whimpering, moaning mess. You could feel your slick trickling down your thigh, a loud moan bellowing out of you as you felt Joel lick up the trail before returning to your cunt.

Finally, you were giving way. Your hips were shaking in his hold, his name coming out in pants as his facial hair tickled you into an unexpected orgasm. You were surprised he finally let you cum even though he had promised you would, your body grilling into the mattress at the pressure points of your body.

“Yes- yesyesyes- Oh! Fuck-” You breathed out, your face crinkling as your long-awaited orgasm thrilled your body. At last, you came. You felt like you could breathe again, think again. Why wasn’t he-

Your tired head looked back at him, watching as he didn’t back off long after your orgasm had come and gone.

“Joel- Joelll-” Your voice went out in half-ass warning since it was a moan. He wasn’t letting up.

“No- Fuck Joel, no, please, I can’t!” Your voice was high-pitched and raw, letting out a long, drawn-out cry of his name as he overstimulated your throbbing clit.

“Yes you can, baby, know you can.” His voice was drenched in sex, dirty old fuck.

You heard a tear, one of your hands having ripped the sheets and making them shred in your hand. You didn’t care, neither did Joel.

His fingers massaged at your walls, curling and searching for that spot that was just right. But you didn’t need it anymore, you could have been done. But Joel never did anything you expected.

The noises of your wet cunt filled the room, along with moans of your name from Joel. He finger fucked you so good you thought you might squirt on his tongue. You were restless, your body moving all around as much as he would allow as you tried to find comfort. It was pointless.

His tongue continued to lap and lick at your swollen clit, feeling it desperately tingle from all the attention. You craved Joel’s touch for over a week, but it was suddenly too much once you finally had it.

Your body was hot despite the cold he conspired against you, your shaky hand reaching back, clutching the hair at the top of his head and fisting it as you kept him against your core. It was so good it hurt, it hurt so much it was good. And since he was already back there, he might as well make you cum again.

The tension was unbearable, your clit begging for a break. But Joel just kept going and going, and suddenly, you were cumming again. Your brain went blank, the orgasm making you numb as you slumped in his hold. It was sweet, overwhelming, but still sweet. He always made you feel good like this, heavenly. Like you were the only woman on Earth he ever spoiled like this.

He cleaned you good, even teasing your clit with random licks that made your body jolt.

You panted tiredly, sweat in every crevice of your body. Your tired eyes only focused on the sheets you shredded, twirling the piece around your finger.

“Joel..” You whispered breathily, your soft eyes looking slowly back at him. Your walls were still fluttering around the intrusion of his fingers, watching as he slowly reeled them back. Now you felt empty. He spread the two digits apart, watching in a sweet fascination the way your slick clung to his fingers. He was sick in the head the way he put them in his mouth and licked them clean.

He looked effortless as he laid down beside you, pulling two whole orgasms and three almost orgasms from you.

“I hate you.” You murmured as your head nuzzled against his shoulder, feeling his arm swing up to let you into his side as his strong arms reeled your limp body into his.

“Y’owe me a new pair of sheets.” His voice also sounded tired, but it was laced with teasing. He reached behind you for his flannel and threw it over your upper half again, a comfort after the storm.

“Needed new sheets anyway. I’ll help you find a better set tomorrow.” You hummed as your tired arm came up to lay on his chest, drawing shapes over his shirt as his hand gently stroked the hair away from your sweaty forehead.

“Let’s see how well you can walk tomorrow. Then we’ll talk.” He sneered, a shy grin on your lips.

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antxlss · 1 year

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can you do #2 w rafe maybe like y/n or reader is secretly fw rafe but he wants more and is obsessed with her and so possessive & gets jealous when she’s w other guys/pouges so he claims her 😖😖😻🧎🏼‍♀️

she’s mine

pairing: rafe x pogue!reader

summary: *see above*

warnings: suggestive comments

words: 1.1k

a/n: i love this idea, it’s so fun to write everyone’s requests. i hope you like what i came up with! it’s not exact, but i think y’all will like it. as always, thank you for reading! if you have any requests, please do not hesitate to reach out! i love you, enjoy! <3

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it was a warm friday night. you had been out all day fishing in the marsh with kie, john b, jj, and pope. you guys were starving since you hadn’t eaten since breakfast, so everyone - mostly jj - convinced kie to take us to her family’s restaurant and get us some scrap food.

we are currently sitting at a table in the corner of the restaurant, out of the way of all the real customers. it was a pretty slow night, only a couple of groups occupied a few tables a little further from ours. scattered people coming in and out.

kie comes through balancing plates along her arms. the boys were practically panting as they gawked at the the piping hot dishes. we consider it a luxury when we get to eat at the wreck. it easily tops the grilled cheese and instant ramen us pogues are used to.

kie gently sat down each plate in front of us. “guys, be careful, it’s ho-” she tried to explain.

before she could even finish her sentence we had already stuffed our mouths full. as soon as the scalding hot food touched my mouth, i spit it right back out. immediately i started fanning my tongue. i look over to see the boys doing similar gestures.

“i tried to tell you.” kie stated smugly.

i went back to my food making sure to blow on each bite before i ate it.

not even 10 minutes went by and we had already cleaned the plates. literally. pope, john b, and jj started licking their plates.

“stop you dumbasses. act like we have some goddamn decency.” i scolded.

pope looked over at me quickly dropping his plate. “sorry.” he muttered.

they all straightened up.

“thanks again kie!” i added.

“always. gotta keep my favorite people fed.” she gave me a quick side hug and started picking up plates to take back to the kitchen. i grabbed a few, helping her out. i walked them to the dish room and sat them in the sink.

“hey i’m gonna finish the dishes them i’ll be out.” kie remarked.

“okay, i’m gonna head to the bathroom.”

i walked out of the kitchen and into the dining area, when i saw him walk in. there he was.

rafe cameron.

behind him came his two best friends, topper and kelce. i don’t know why i was surprised, they are here all the time. i guess it’s just different seeing him here now. since we’ve been hooking up.

yeah. me and rafe cameron are hooking up. it’s obviously a secret. if one of the pogues were to find out, i’d be killed. or worse.

like all good relationships begin, we met at a kegger at the beginning of summer. i knew it was wrong. maybe that’s why i did it. for an adrenaline rush, for the thrill? but god was he they best sex i’ve ever had. the only down side is how obsessive he is over me. especially who i hang out with.

rafe has told me multiple times how he doesn’t like me hanging out with the pogues. how they are bad for me. how i would be better off with him. he doesn’t want me to talk to anyone other than him. and we aren’t even official. he’s very obsessive.

i take a deep breath and head to the bathroom. i have to slip past rafe to get there, but at this point i’m just praying he doesn’t talk to me. i can’t risk the pogues finding out about us.

just when i thought i’d gotten past him, i feel a strong hand tightly grip my bicep. it was rafe. he pulled me into the hallway going to the bathrooms. he guided me in front of him, but kept his grip on me as we talked.

“hey, what are you doing here?” rafe asked.

“eating. duh? it’s a restaurant, that’s what you do at a restaurant.” i replied sarcastically.

he pulled me closer to him, dropping his mouth to my ear. “i didn’t ask for that bratty attitude. drop it.” he demanded.

my eyes dropped to my feet. “sorry.” i muttered.

“that’s what i thought.” he smirked. “who are you here with?”

my breath hitched in my throat. i already knew what he would say if i told him the truth. “i’m by myself.” i answered, my eyes still staring at the ground.

“don’t you fucking lie to me.” he growled. “you’re here with those pogues aren’t you.”

i turned my head away from him. i couldn’t take the pressure. he suddenly, yet gently gripped my chin, forcing me to look him in the eyes.

“i thought i told you to stay away from them.” his eyes were piercing through mine.

“but they’re my friends.” i complained.

“i’m more important than them sweetheart. you’ll learn that soon enough.” he patted my cheek then let go of his grip on me. “now go back to your table.”

i turned around and started walking back to the group. i had a nervous feeling in my stomach. i knew rafe was possessive, but i thought we were just a hook up. i guess he has different plans.

i sat down in the seat i had occupied before. just as i sat down kie made her way back to the table. the rest of the night we just talked and joked around, but i never to my attention off of rafe. i watched as they ordered, as they got their food, as they ate, and finally, as they got their check. once the trio had successfully paid, rafe sent topper and kelce out as he stayed behind. what the hell was he doing.

he was walking towards our table. holy shit.

it wasn’t long before the others caught rafe in their peripheral and started questioning the same thing i was. “why is he coming over here?”

it felt like hours before he reached our table. he stood directly in front of me. his eyes never left mine as he reached into his pocket and pulled out what looked like a piece of black fabric. he gently tossed it into the table. i finally got a good view of it.

“you left your panties at my house.” he stated with a straight face.

then, i realized what the black fabric was. the black lacy thong i had worn last time i went to rafe’s. i had been missing it, but i figured i just lost in on my way home. my jaw dropped. my face was blood red. i could feel the heat on my cheeks. i couldn’t even make myself look at my friend’s reactions.

“she’s mine.” rafe stepped back and i watched him walk out of the restaurant.

john b looked around the table. “what. the. fuck. just happened?”

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ilovepedro · 4 months

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birthday girl | frankie morales x plus size latina reader

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Rating: 18+ MDNI

Word count: ~3.5k

Summary: It’s your birthday, and Frankie celebrates his favorite girl.

Warnings: established relationship, unprotected PIV (wrap it up y’all!!!), oral (f receiving), fluff, pet names (princesa, bebita, querida, hermosa, baby, etc), Frankie being in love, slightest hint of insecure reader, reader is female, reader is plus sized, reader is Latina, but no mention of hair type/skin color/height, reader understands Spanish, NO USE OF Y/N, translations available at the end.

A/N: it’s my birthday meaning this is completely 100% self-indulgent lol no other reason behind this. i wrote it with me (a plus size latina) in mind, but i hope you can still find relatability in it! y’all know Frankie is one of my favorite P boys, and i’ve been thinking about him a lot lately. shoutout to @mandoisapunk for hyping me up to post this one ilysm <333 anyway, happy frankie friday!! i hope y’all enjoy!! i’m off to pamper myself, then get plastered at the club 🪩💃 this was written very quickly. not beta’d, all mistakes are my own. 🏃‍♀️

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Daylight peeks through the blinds, bleeding through the curtains. A gloomy morning, typical around this time of year. Stirring in the sheets, you feel around for your boyfriend. Instead, you’re met with cold sheets on his unmade side of the bed.

He must’ve been up a while ago.

You swipe your phone from your nightstand, catching a glimpse at the time while unlocking it.

10am. He’s definitely been up for a while.

Frankie is an early riser, waking with the sun. While you prefer to sleep in as much as you can, being a night owl and borderline insomniac.

Rubbing your eyes, you scroll and respond to the birthday texts you received throughout your sleep. A few missed calls, you make note to call them back later.

Sitting up, you stretch and let out a yawn. The urge to crawl back under the covers grows strong as the chilly air hits your skin. Just as you’re about to get out of bed, you hear those unmistakable footsteps.

The door gently swings open, there stands your Frankie - beaming with a tray in hand.

“Happy birthday, hermosa,” he says through his dopey grin as he walks towards the bed, balancing your breakfast. You let out a soft hum, touched by the sweet gesture.

“Babyyy, you didn’t.”

“But I did. And I don’t want to hear any complaints, it’s your day, let me spoil you.”

“But you always sp-,”

“Ah ah! Let me spoil you, bebita. It’s what you deserve. I even made your favorite,” he says, setting the tray down in front of you. A tiny gasp bubbles over your lips.

“Frankieeee,” you whine, bottom lip jutted out as tears well in your eyes.

It’s a simple meal, nothing extravagant, but not one you make too often with how time consuming it can be. Your favorite childhood breakfast - chorizo con huevo y frijoles and homemade tortillas - one your abuelita would cook on the mornings you went to her house as a little girl.

You’d told him about it one morning when he found you downstairs making tortillas from scratch to go with breakfast. A labor of love from both of you, as you taught him the same way your abuelita had shown you - a way to honor her legacy.

He remembered.

“You remembered,” you whisper, voice wobbly as you’re overwhelmed with the simple, sweet gesture. Glossy eyes meeting his soft gaze.

“Of course, baby. I remember everything you tell me,” he says, leaning down and placing a soft kiss on your head.

“How did you make the tortillas?” you ask.

He chuckles, sitting down beside you.

“I told you, I remember everything you tell me,” he says while fishing out a crumpled up index card and placing it in your hands. It’s got all your abuelita’s instructions, measurements, and ingredients scribbled on it in his chicken scratch.

He’d written everything down.

“Wrote it all down after that morning. It took some trial and error, and they’re nowhere near as perfect as yours and your abuelita’s, but…”

“I- Frankie…” you sigh, tears pricking your eyes as you’re nearly rendered speechless. Cupping his face softly in one hand.

“This is the most thoughtful thing anyone’s ever done for me. Thank you,” you sniff, a stray tear cascading down your cheek as you smile at him through watery eyes.

He swipes his thumb on your cheek, wiping away your tear.

“Of course, baby.”

You capture his lips in a languid, sweet kiss. Sighing into each other as you wrap a hand around his neck, carding your fingers through his hair. Frankie cupping the back of your head, deepening the kiss.

Parting for air, he rests his forehead against yours - toothy grins adorning your faces.

“Come on, princesa. Eat before it gets cold.”

The two of you share breakfast in bed before getting ready for the day.

Frankie spends the rest of the day spoiling you - taking you to a surprise nail appointment he’d booked. He’d headed home unbeknownst to you, setting up something else.

He picked you up, and the two of you landed in Barnes & Noble. Letting you go rampant, Frankie bought every book you wanted. He’d tucked them away safely in his trunk, reminding himself to take them out in the morning. You’d both decided to grab some dinner before heading out to the bars with some friends.

The bars are loud, particularly this karaoke bar. Although he despises karaoke, his love for you trumps his disdain. Seeing you sing your heart out on stage with your friends - the people who always show up for you - makes his heart swell. Your happiness is his.

Frankie nurses a glass of whiskey the entire night, allowing you to have your fun with everyone. He can sense your exhaustion, your telltale yawn is his silent cue that it’s time to call it a night.

Bidding everyone good night, you and Frankie walk hand-in-hand to his truck. Heading home after a day well spent. Giddiness radiating from both of you on the drive home, excited to finally have some privacy.

You two could barely keep your hands off each other the second you stepped out of the truck. Both of you stumble into the house, giggling through the tender kisses. Frankie tosses the truck keys onto the table in the foyer and flicks on the lamp before cupping your face again. Both of you refuse to part for air as he attempts to stealthily guide you into the living room.

Something brushes against your head, making you break away and whip your head around. A soft gasp is punched from your lungs, your eyes glimmering at the sight in front of you.

Balloons hang throughout the living room leading into the kitchen as a bouquet of flowers sits on the coffee table. Frankie grabs your hand, pulling you out of your trance, weaving through the trail of balloons as he leads you into the kitchen. Tears well in your eyes at the gesture. A small cake in your favorite color sits on the table, next to a card and another vase of flowers - tulips specifically, your favorite flowers.

He fishes for a lighter in his pocket, showing you how prepared he was for this moment. Lighting the candles, he pulls you into his embrace, your back flushed against his chest.

“Surprise, princesa,” he whispers. A watery chuckle bubbles from within your chest, sniffling while he softly sings his own rendition of ‘happy birthday’ in your ear as he sways you side to side. The glow from the candles illuminating the blinding smile on your face.

“Make a wish, birthday girl,” he whispers, placing a tender kiss to the shell of your ear.

You close your eyes, wishing for this love, this life with him for eternity. Leaning forward slightly, you blow out the candles before falling back into Frankie’s arms. He gives you a gentle squeeze before turning you around to face him.

Gently kissing you, you yelp in surprise when he swipes frosting on your nose.

“Couldn’t resist, sorry, bebita. Que le muerda,” he says with a wink. Playfully scolding him, you reach behind you to scoop frosting on your fingers and smear it on his cheek.

Frankie smirks, “Oh you think that’s funny?” You nod, snickering as you lick your fingers. He reaches for the cake, gathering more frosting on his fingers. Smearing it all along your lips and chin, you burst into uncontrollable laughter.

Normally, you hate the tradition of taking a bite of the cake - it usually leads to having your whole face smashed into it, makeup ruined. But with Frankie, it’s not done with malice, not done to embarass you. It’s playful, fun - like the life you’ve built with each other.

Before you can retaliate, Frankie swoops in and slots your lips together. The sugar from the frosting combined with the glass of whiskey he had at the bar makes for a full-bodied kiss. Giggling like a pair of school kids, you and Frankie clean each other up with some paper towels.

"You missed a spot, bebita," he says, gesturing to the bottom of your lip.

"Oh!" You swipe your lip. "Did I get it?"

He grins. "Almost. Let me help you, hermosa," he says before crashing his lips onto yours.

Shared laughter resumes as he guides you into the living room, never letting your lips part. He accidentally bumps into the coffee table as he moves onto the couch. He smiles into the kiss as you laugh at his clumsiness. He plops down, grabbing your hips and tugging you onto his lap.

His large, rough hands squeezing your plush thighs before giving your ass a firm squeeze. Eliciting a surprised hum from you, you part from him with heavy eyes and a dopey smile. Frankie mirroring your expression.

“You have a good day today, baby?” He asks softly, timidly awaiting your answer.

You fervently nod. “The best. Thank you so much, baby - for this, for everything.” You say, gesturing to his hard work.

“Of course, bebita. Least I could do,” he rasps against your skin, littering kisses along your neck. A content sigh leaves your lips, basking in the love he showers you in daily.

“Baby?”

He hums in response.

“When did you find the time to even do all this?” You ask, carding your fingers through his hair as you straddle him, his lips still connected to your throat. He lifts his head, locking eyes with you.

“Did it all this afternoon while you got your nails done. I bought all the balloons and blew ‘em up on my lunch break yesterday and just kept ‘em all at work. The flowers, I went right after I dropped you off at your appointment to get them before I went to pick up the balloons and your cake from my fridge at work. Knew I could surprise you one day,” he explains with a wink.

You feel your heart grow 10 sizes bigger, a swarm of butterflies flutter throughout your tummy.

He’d done all this for you.

Tears sting your eyes again, a soft smile on your face - one only reserved for him.

“Frankie,” you whine in protest, your gaze shifting to the side as guilt floods you.

As if he can read your mind, Frankie grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Uh uh. I don’t want to hear it. I wanted to do this for you. It’s your special day. Now I know this day isn’t the easiest for you, but I want to make it easy. I want to make everyday easy, the same way you make loving easy. You deserve the whole world and more. And I’ll work everyday to give it to you. Let me celebrate my favorite day, my perfect girl. Because on this day those years ago, the world got brighter. And 2 years ago, my world did too.”

Overwhelmed by his devotion, you shamelessly let your tears fall. Love seeping from your eyes and onto your cheeks, Frankie draws you in gently. Kissing you with such tenderness, cradling your face as if you were the most delicate diamond in the universe, your cheeks wetting his. He pulls back, swiping those tears, mirroring each other's small smiles.

“I love you, bebita,” he says, his voice hushed and husky.

“I love you too, Frankie. Thank you for today, for all of this, baby. This was the best birthday I’ve ever had, all thanks to you. You always make me feel so loved, and I hope you know just how much I love you. Eres el amor de mi vida,” you choke out.

“Of course, baby. I’d do anything and everything for you, princesa. Loving you is the easiest thing in the world. I do know how much you love me, you show me everyday, bebita. I’ve got you, baby. Always. Eres mi amor, mi luz, mi vida, mi luna y todas mis estrellas. Eres mi todo. Te amo mucho, con todo mi corazón, bebita,” he whispers against your lips.

Melding your lips together, your combined hums ring in the air as you vehemently consume one another.

He shifts his grip to your thighs, tightening his hold on you as he rises to his feet.

“Frankie, stop! I’m too heavy, you’re gonna hurt your back!” You yelp as he carries you up the stairs, the whispers of insecurity creep into your head.

“Hush, bebita. My back is fine. I’ve never thrown it out any of those other times I carried you before, and I’m not about to start now. You’re never too heavy. ‘Sides, how many times have I tossed your sexy ass around in bed? Hm?” He asks as he turns the corner, leading you to your shared room.

He immediately rids your mind of any insecurities as he’s met with your silence. Bashfulness coursing through your veins as you tuck your head into the crook of his neck..

“Exactly. That's what I thought,” he says as he kicks the door open, tossing you onto the bed. You yelp as you bounce in the air, Frankie’s pupils dilate - blown black and wide.

Your head resting on a pillow with dress ridden up your thighs, exposing your panties to him as your breasts nearly spill over the low neckline.

He pulls your shoes off, his following suit as tosses them off to the side. Snaking his hands up your thighs, he grabs the hem of your tights.

“I’ll buy you a new pair,” he warns before yanking them down, tearing them in the process. It’s unbelievably feral, how swiftly he ripped the tights in two. You gasp as another wave of arousal pools in between your thighs.

He hovers over you, hands trailing up your tummy and cupping your breasts. He captures your lips in his, patience thrown to the wind as his tongue invades your mouth. Sucking in your bottom lip between his teeth, you moan as he bites down. The slight sting only sending more slick to seep from your weeping cunt.

You eagerly fumble with the hem of his shirt as you moan into his mouth. His chest rumbles with a small chuckle, before parting from your lips. He quickly yanks it over his head and tosses it to the floor, refocusing on your lips.

He snakes his hands down to your waist where your dress is bunched up. Slowly raking it up your body, you lift yourself up so he can pull it off you. Frankie licks his lips. He knew you’d been wearing one of his favorite lacy bras, but it’s such a sight for him every time.

Sloppy kisses are exchanged while he slickly maneuvers to unhook your bra, lifting you slightly and discarding it on the floor. He kisses down your bare breasts, sucking a nipple in his mouth while he fiddles with his belt. Frankie releases your nipple with a lewd pop and shucks off his jeans and briefs, his hard cock throbbing.

Both of you bared naked, on display for each other.

“So fucking beautiful, baby. The most beautiful woman on Earth,” he rasps, nearly to himself.

Heat radiates throughout your body, your heartbeat thrumming in your ears and a fire simmering in your belly as he slides down to position himself in front of your bare sex.

Frankie insatiably licks his lips, feasting his eyes on your glistening folds. As if he’s about to devour the finest meal. He peppers kisses along your soft thighs, making you twitch under his grasp.

Your clit throbs, aching for attention. Whining, your hips buck up into his face as he presses a tender kiss to your mound.

“I got you, bebita,” he whispers against your core. He dives in, tongue licking languid stripes up your folds. Frankie groans at the taste, something he’ll never get enough of.

Flicking your clit combined with the vibrations of his groans draws out a high-pitched moan from you, your head sinking further into the pillow. His tongue prods your entrance, slurping up your slick.

“S-so fucking good, Frankie. A-always so f-fucking good to me,” you keen as the flames in your belly fan into a fully-fledged fire. Panting and whimpering, you squirm beneath his hold as he relentlessly flicks your pearl.

He grips your thighs tighter as he suckles your clit between his lips, humming into you. Stars burst behind your eyes as you're engulfed by your orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum, Frankie! I’m gonna-,”

You're cut off by a never-ending stream of moans, babbling incoherently about how good Frankie is. Tugging on his hair as you fall over the edge.

He lets out an animalistic groan as he laps at your slick, slurping up every last drop. Savoring the tangy sweetness seeping from your aching cunt, his eyes rolling to the back of his head at the taste. He takes great pleasure in getting you off.

A thin sheen of sweat covers your body, glistening in the warm glow of the room. Frankie presses a chaste kiss to your thigh and gives it a gentle squeeze before towering over you.

Your eyes heavy and glossed over with bliss. Whimpering into him as he presses his lips to yours, tasting yourself on his tongue.

“Sweeter than any fucking cake, bebita,” he jokes, getting a giggle out of you. You bring him down to meet your lips again. Humming as you feel his hard length graze against your bare sex.

Precum weeps from his tip, lightly smearing on your mound. A soft moan slips from you as Frankie lines his cock up with your pussy. He swirls the tip around your mound, gathering your slick on his cock as he teasingly prods your entrance.

“Frankieee, please. Need you inside me,” you whine, rutting your hips seeking relief.

“Relax, hermosa. Like I said, I got you.”

He slowly slips inside, your dripping pussy welcoming him in with ease. Your walls flutter around him, adjusting to his size. Moaning in tandem as he slides home, bottoming out. He’s so big, he’s already kissing your cervix.

You clench around him, panting as the sting from the stretch of his cock morphs into pleasure. Frankie lets out a moan, huffing as he tries to keep his composure.

“Don’t do that, baby. Or else it’ll be over before it even started,” he grunts above you.

“Then how about you fuck me, Morales? ‘S my birthday, I want you - need you, baby,” you whine.

“Oh I’m gonna fuck you, baby. Gonna have you fucking stumbling all over the place after this,” he slurs, nearly drunk on just being inside your warm walls.

Without preamble, he swiftly draws his hips back before slamming into you. You unabashedly scream, not caring that your neighbors will probably hear you.

Your noises drive Frankie wild, spurring him on to bring you to your orgasm. His pace picks up, unrelenting as he cants his hips into yours - pushing himself deeper and deeper with each thrust as he hovers above you.

His chest brushes against yours as his thrusts grow sloppy.

“Feel good, bebita? Huh? Feel me here, in your stomach?” He taunts, pressing down on your stomach as he punches your g-spot. The added pressure makes the coil in your belly tighten, burning white hot as he fucks in and out of you.

“Answer me, baby,” he growls against your lips, the angle he’s at hitting that spot just right.

“Y-Yes, Frankie! Feels s-sooo fucking g-good! Gonna feel you for d-days,” you shriek, hiccupping as tears prick the corners of your eyes. Squeezing around him as your second orgasm rapidly approaches.

“That’s right, baby. Your pussy feels so fucking good, so fucking tight. I could live between these fucking thighs. Like you were made for me,” he babbles, moaning as you clench around him.

“Made for you, Frankie. Only you,” you whisper, the air being punched from your lungs with every thrust.

“Cum for me, bebita. Dámelo, wanna see your gorgeous face when you soak my cock. Come on, baby,” he grunts, holding out on his orgasm - set on making you cum first.

His words toss you over the edge. The coil snapping in your belly as you writhe beneath him, riding out your orgasm, gushing all over his cock.

“Fuck yes, bebita. Good girl, good fucking girl,” Frankie grits as he continues to fuck you through your high. His own orgasm not far behind.

“Cum, Frankie, f-fill me up, baby, please!” You beg breathlessly as you come down from your high.

He moans, chasing his high as he ruts into you. Moaning in tandem as he fills you with his load. Both of you sticky and clammy, covered in sweat and cum. He topples over you, caging you in between his broad biceps.

Small lingering kisses trail along your neck as you bask in each other's proximity and warmth. The post-coital bliss sinking in. You wrap your arms around his taut back, running your fingers through his disheveled curls.

“Love you so much, Frankie," you whisper into his ear.

“Love you so much more, princesa."

Translations:

Que le muerda - bite it

Eres el amor de mi vida - you are the love of my life

Eres mi amor, mi luz, mi vida, mi luna y todas mis estrellas. - you are my love, my light, my light, my moon and all my stars. You are my everything

Eres mi todo - you are my everything

Te amo mucho, con todo mi corazón, bebita - I love you so much, with all my heart, baby girl.

Dámelo - give it to me

hehehehe can you tell Frankie is rotting my brain?

this was definitely my most vulnerable piece yet, as it contains aspects authentic to me so i was very nervy to post. like i said, i hope you found some relatability, and enjoyed!

anyway, happy frankie friday!! thank you so much for reading!! 🩷

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kairiscorner · 4 months

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❝THE WAY THE JELLYFISH SWIM, THE WAY MY COFFEE TASTES.❞

🍰 genre: fluff ~ !! ✒️ word count: 828 💭 summary: megumi treats today like any normal day,he finds nothing too grand about aging another year–but of course, you want to make everything feel a little more special today, because you believe the love of your life deserves the best on his special day. 🍍 happy birthday to megumi fushiguro my son !!

megumi takes a sip of his coffee, it's the usual–bitter black coffee, with a slice of toast that has a smidge of butter on it. this is the most perfect way for megumi to spend his morning, at least to him. though today, you're pouting as you see his breakfast today. "barely buttered toast with bitter coffee?" you ask your boyfriend as he turns to look at you, about to take a sip of his hot drink.

"it's just right." megumi replied simply, letting the hot liquid roll down his throat, even if it's bitter, it's just how he likes it–nothing more, nothing less. you sigh and sit next to him, poking his cheeks to get his attention as he scrolls through his phone mindlessly. "are you forgetting what day it is today?" "it is... a friday. that means i have to return the book i borrowed from the public library today."

you sigh once more in exasperation; you couldn't help but think how objective the boy you fell for was, he was certainly mature for his age, but... sometimes a little too serious, a little too methodical–a little too dull at noticing the more exciting things in life, and it made you feel obligated to remind him exactly what event was taking place this very day.

"gumi, it's your birthday today." you remind him with a chuckle as you poke his cheeks again. megumi blinks a bit, his long eyelashes batting a little; you always found it adorable whenever he did that. "...oh." megumi uttered, going back to drinking his coffee. you furrowed your eyebrows at his lack of interest at his own birthday. "oh?" "well... that's good, i lived another year. we don't have to do anything, though, it's almost the holidays already." he said in a very matter of fact tone, taking a bite out of his barely buttered toast.

you puffed up your cheeks and crossed your arms over your chest. "no can do, gumi. it's your special day! come on, let's... go do something fun." you try to encourage him as he looks up at you with his classic apathetic expression. "what would we do today, i don't exactly wanna do anything else." "we could... go to the aquarium!" you exclaimed. megumi hesitantly agreed, knowing you wouldn't let up if you two just stayed at the dorms for his birthday.

as you two went to the aquarium and saw a myriad of colorful, fun-looking and gorgeous forms of sea life behind the large tanks... megumi couldn't help but get lost in the sea of your eyes as you beamed and pointed to the fishes and whales–he also couldn't help but wrap his arms around your waist and hold you close as you gawked at the stingrays and catfish that swam by.

"did you know, gumi... jellyfish are actually older than the dinosaurs; some are as old as over 600 million years old." you gushed, with megumi looking at you and nodding. "huh... must be sad being a jellyfish." "why? i mean... you get to live for a really long time, just floating around, living life." "yeah, but, if i was a jellyfish, there'd be no point to living for a million or, heck, even a billion years if i'm not with you." megumi muttered, his hand brushing against yours, intertwining his hand with yours, not planning to let you go.

megumi places his other hand on the tank and stares up at the swarm of jellyfish moving about in the tank, with you staring up at him in awe at his words that carried such emotion with them. "...you're the only reason i feel excited to celebrate my birthday now, even if it's not obvious. you make my bitter coffee taste sweeter every morning, make my barely buttered toast taste like fine pastries, and make even trivial trips to the aquarium feel like travelling to another dimension. you make my life worth living, no matter how hard things get." he utters, turning to look at you with a shine in his dark blue orbs, his hand clinging onto yours a little firmer, but with a gentleness to it that made you warm all over.

"and... the reason i didn't want to do anything else today was because... i don't need anything more, as long as i'm with you. thank you for being with me, my love; i'm just glad to grow a little older with you." megumi murmured, smiling softly as his face became a little brighter, and a hint of pink touched the tips of his cheeks. today was a very good birthday for him, and no matter what present you'd plan on getting him today... all that mattered to him was the greatest present of them all for him: you being in his life. because of you, megumi's looking forward to his next birthday, then the birthday after that, and every other milestone of his life with you by his side.

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meowzilla93 · 5 months

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Love Language with the Boys!!

I feel like its quite self explanatory in the games but I wanted to explore more into it so

Here is the primary and secondary Love Languages the Boys have!

Derek Suarez

Primary - Acts of Service!

This boy loves and needs someone to just make his life even a fraction easier

You need someone on your side boo? We got you!

Lets start the day

Are you a night owl and sleep in? Well, you made sure to make some snacks and prepare his workout drinks in the fridge the night before – gotta make sure muscle man is eating right and getting his protein

Early bird like he is? Sweet! If you both go to the gym you pack his bag for him as he is getting dressed, or maybe you’ll go ahead and make a quick breakfast for the two of you to get some energy before a work out

Not going to the gym? No issues! You give him a kiss on the cheek and hand him his protein shake as he leaves, then whilst he is gone you can start prepping a good after workout breakfast for him to come back to

Has he got work or meetings he needs to go to afterwards? You could make sure his clothes are ready to go, or maybe the papers he was reading through the night before are packed away into his bag

You’ve got the day off work? Maybe we plan a nice dinner surprise with his favourite meal

Or you order in cause it’s a Friday and its game night (GO TEAM SUAREZ) and you both aren’t getting much sleep that night

Oh you noticed his favourite protein powder is running out? Better put an order in and top it up before he notices (of course he notices, he is absolutely touched!)

Poor boy has gotten sick? You just know he doesn’t want to let that slow him down

Guess what you are doing?

You are one step away from strapping him down to that bed (kinky, but not really HE IS SICK) but he finally relents, so you get to nurse him now

Mama Suarez has told you his favourite go to home remedies to get better, and you make it all! Tea, soups, hot chocolate, you name it

He is going to know what it means to be taken care of

You have Dereks Day! But its not once a year, its once a month

He needs to have one day every 30 days where its just about him and letting him let loose

The Boardwalk is always a winner, but sometimes its just a picnic, or go to the water park, or go to the movies. Whatever he wants to do, its getting done

Secondary – Words of Affirmation!

I swear this man, LIKE ALL THE OTHERS, doesn’t understand when we compliment him or anything

So guess what guys

Daily Affirmation Texts

He really needs these ones

Just a reminder of how amazing he is, that he is kicking goals (pun intended)

That we are so happy to be with him

Just remind him that he matters, because baby, you really do!

Cove Holden

Primary – Quality Time!

So we know how much Cove loves just spending time with us

Its his favourite hobby, pastime, memory, you name it

Oh our favourite resident merman has a new fish?

You are sitting down and letting that man gush about it, telling you all about its species and what the care is going to be for it

You don’t even have to say anything, just sitting there and listening to him is all that matters

Hard day at work?

He just needs to vent to you, same thing. You could even provide tips (im talking like, hit them in the kneecaps advice) to him just to get him to smile and laugh about it

Some think that Quality Time means you need to give each other attention all the time, but not for you two

All he wants is to be in your presence, and you don’t even have to be doing the same thing

You guys have aced Parallel Play

The most important thing is making sure you are within each others vision and you Gucci

He is reading, you could be watching something on your phone

He is cleaning the fish tank, you could be there just listening to music and maybe doing a hobby of your own

He just wants your presence

BE IN HIS PRESENCE

Any time away is torture to him, every Step in the game literally explains that

Secondary – Gift Giving!

Remember how excited he gets over the orange shell? The poppy? The fudges? The windchime?

This man is so ecstatic that you thought of him WHEN HE WASN’T EVEN THERE

And you are giving him something that he would like, and you did it unprompted

Prepare for waterworks

Listen, sometimes you just need to leave it on his pillow to come back to

You got up earlier than him (shocker that one) cause of work, so as you are quietly bustling around getting ready, you leave him a little letter or a present on the pillow next to him

When he finally wakes up and sees it, there are tears, and then there is an urgent call coming your way

Because of course he needs to thank you for it!

Just be prepared that you will get gifts too. That’s his way of showing his love and care too

Baxter Ward

Primary – Physical Touch!

Look, I swear this one is so obvious, but in case it isn’t I will go into HEAVY DETAIL OF WHAT HE LIKES

See he loves being in your presence all the time, but it simply isn’t enough

He needs some part of him touching you, even in a minute way, he just needs it

Driving? You are holding hands, this is a rule

Walking? Holding hands or he has your arm draped on his all gentlemanly like

Sitting together at a function? Somehow you have contact

You could be holding each others hand on the table

Or simply linking fingers, even just the pinky finger (YOU MJST BE TOUCHING)

Linked ankles underneath the table

Pressed up next to each other so your thighs or shoulders are touching whilst talking to others

Home alone and you are sitting on the couch together?

Position A: he is laying his head in your lap, you will brush your fingers through his hair that is the LAW

You could always give him a small head massage, he would love you even more for it

Position B: leaning against each other, watching a movie, he will have his arm wrapped around you and holding you in close, you could hold his hand as well

Position C: You are lying on him. Oh he will be brushing you hair, but say you don’t like that, he is content holding you hand instead

Oh this man is a sucker for hand holding (have you read anything above)

But you know what would make him weak?

Giving him a hand massage. Or just caressing his hand, feeling his fingers, brushing them across his palm. The lot of it

Can say the same about his neck and head; you could just be caressing him, admiring him and his skin and softness and he would 100% be lulled to sleep by it

Or, if you do it the right way, something else entirely would be on the menu (play prawn-hu- gets shot)

He is making dinner for you? Gently hug him from behind

Come home from work? A hug and a kiss is required for this tired man

Is there music playing? Oh a dance is required. Doesn’t have to be fancy, just a chance to hold onto you and sway is enough for him

Kisses – lord this man would accept a kiss any where

Hands, cheeks, chin, nose, shoulders, legs (alright we need to get back on track)

But forehead touches are supreme

Sharing a hug, foreheads pressed together, just being in each other space?

His heart couldn’t be more full

Bedtimes? You would consider yourself lucky if you can untangle yourself from him

You are 100% wrapped up in a Baxter Burrito and you aren’t escaping

But if that’s not your thing, don’t worry he is respectful of that

At this point as long as he can feel your body heat and movement in the bed, he will be content

After all he gets all the touches during the waking hours

Secondary – I Feel like this is almost two, cause He does need Words of Affirmation even though he doesn’t believe in it half the time, but also Quality Time is a big hitter for him...

With Baxter, because he is emotionally stunted, there is only so far you can provide him in words of affirmation before he just doesn’t listen anymore

So these ones need to happen sporadically, and during very important moments

Like when he is really beating himself up, rather than tell him he is wrong, you just need to flip the conversation to be positive

Sometimes you do just need to give him time to process what has happened and let him come back to you to talk, and that’s when you can gently re-affirm the positives with him

Quality Time just links in with Physical Touch

He loves being with you, and just plain talking with you

If you are long distance, he just wants to make every moment count, over the phone or in person

And if you do that back to him, well then you are just the more remarkable person ever

Don’t need to be doing anything fancy, voice calling is just fine

Going for a walk and chatting

Trying a new restaurant when you are both together again

DANCING COME ON

Thank you for reading my TED talk.

A small part of me is sad that Coves is so little, but honestly mans gets so much screen time, the other boys deserve a chance to shine!

cough I do not have a favourite cough

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somik-severinka · 2 years

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Delivery - HEALTHY FOOD

What is included mod:

Basic game

Home delivery

19 different mega-healthy dishes for breakfast, lunch and dinner

5 types of smoothies from berries and fruits for a snack

All food has a negative calorie content and develops a healthy lifestyle

A specially designed system of 7 ready-made meal kits for every day of the week

You can choose your own diets for vegetarians or sims with lactose intolerance, thanks to convenient sorting in the order menu and an expanded description of each dish

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Diet for every day

If the program is followed, you can get rid of 3-5 extra kilograms in a week. If you want a more tangible and quick effect- connect sports, for example, jogging in the morning

If the sim does not need to lose weight, but only to maintain weight, you can add to the diet or replace part of the "normal" food or drinks with calories

Monday👇

Breakfast Omelet with Spinach and fresh Cucumbers

Lunch Steamed Salmon and fresh Vegetables

Dinner Salad of Peppers and string Beans

Snack Smoothie with Banana

Tuesday👇

Breakfast Oatmeal Porridge with Berries and Nuts

Lunch Grilled Steak and baked Red Pepper

Dinner Greek Salad

Snack Smoothie with Blueberry

Wednesday👇

Breakfast Fruit Salad with Strawberries

Lunch Bean and Vegetable Soup

Dinner Vegetable Salad with Chicken and Oranges

Snack Smoothie with Kiwi

Thursday👇

Breakfast Omelet with Vegetables and Grilled Zucchini

Lunch Grilled Tilapia and steamed Vegetables

Dinner Greek Salad

Snack Smoothie with Raspberry

Friday👇

Breakfast Millet Porridge with Nuts

Lunch Meat Stew in tomato sauce and steamed Broccoli

Dinner Pumpkin Soup-puree with Seeds

Snack Smoothie with Strawberry

Saturday👇

Breakfast Omelet with Spinach and fresh Cucumbers

Lunch Broccoli Soup-puree

Dinner Fish Salad with Carrots and Peas

Snack Smoothie with Kiwi

Sunday👇

Breakfast Barley Porridge with Blueberries

Lunch Chicken stewed with Beans and Green Salad

Dinner Mushroom Soup-puree

Snack Smoothie with Raspberry

Compatibility

The mod is compatible with any other mods and deliveries by other authors

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Early Access "Patron of S&S+Bonus" October 20

Early Access "Patron of S&S" on October 27

🔓Public release on November 9

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 month

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Treat You 5

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, violence, abuse, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (Tall!reader)

Note: Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

When you go home, your father is still angry. You barely get past him to lock yourself in your room before he’s hollering and crashing around again. You clean up the mess he left of your things but find much of it unsalvagable. You don’t have much as it is. Just books, really.

You huff as you lay on your bed and mope. Your laptop is broken. You don’t know what to do about that. If you lose your job because of it, you can’t imagine your father would be any kinder.

You wallow in self-pity, flinching every time your father bangs or shouts. He doesn’t stop until well after midnight. Your stomach hurts as it shrivels hungrily. Even if you could leave your room, it’s not like there’s much to eat.

You get about an hour’s sleep before you relent and give in to another day. You fish your library card out of your drawer and leave the broken laptop behind. You could see if you could sell it for parts.

You emerge from your room cautiously. You tiptoe down to the front room and peek inside. Your father isn’t there but several empties remain in his stead. You gather the empty bottle and carefully take them into the kitchen and arrange them in a box. It’s not much over a dollar’s worth for the dozen.

You leave the box by the front door and go back down the hall. You dip into the bathroom and clean up in the sink, brushing your teeth quickly as your ears prick at every noise. You finish up and carry your shoes from your room to the door.

You hook your bag across your body, another bag in your hand. You take the box of beer bottles with you into the hall and ease the door shut. You lock it and set off towards the rear entrance of the building. Your skin sets on fire as you approach the recycling bins and sift through them.

It’s embarrassing but you have no other way to pay for the computer time at the library. You fill the bag with empties, spilling stale dregs on yourself here and there, then sling the strap over your shoulder before reclaiming the clanging box of bottles. You set off, keeping your head down as your muscles burn from the extra weight.

You wait an hour outside the beer store for opening time. You carry in your haul and get your change. Three bucks and some change. That’s about two hours of PC time. You want to cry but you hold it back. You’ll just have to get lots of work done.

At the library, you hand over all but seventy-five cents to sit at one of the computers. You’re dizzy from the long walk and your lack of breakfast. Before you log in and start the time, you go out to the water fountain in the lobby and take a long drink. You feel a bit better even if your stomach only screams louder with hunger.

You type in your library card number and the code they wrote down and start the session. You sign in to the transcription portal and start the first job that comes up. If you can keep on track, you can get almost fifty dollars added to your next pay out.

🪻

On Friday, you’re back at the library. You’ve collected enough empties through the week to get between two to three hours at a PC each day. You even managed to find a few dimes on the couch while your dad wasn’t looking.

Your session times out at two and you pack up. Yesterday you accidentally fell asleep on one of the chairs in the mystery section. The librarian gave you a warning but otherwise let you be.

You hike your bag up and wander the aisles. You know you’re supposed to be meeting Peter. You’ve been dreading it but you didn't have a way or the nerve to cancel on him. Deep down you have to admit you’re excited to try a video game. The closest you ever got were the educational spelling and math games in grade school.

You make yourself leave the library and walk down to the cafe. You stand outside as you find the door locked. Your heart drops. It’s closed.

You hang your head and take a step back. Oh, it must’ve been a joke after all. Why would he want you around? He just had you walk all the way down here as a prank. Just like grade school when those girls invited you to that sleepover and drew all over your face.

You wince and turn away, arms crossed as your shoulders slump. You can’t believe you fell for it. You’re so stupid.

“Hey,” a voice calls and you look up to see Peter waving his hand as he runs across the street. You gape at him in surprise, “hey, uh, sorry, I think–” He hops up on the curb and checks his watch. It’s fancy, one of those digital fitness ones. “I’m on time.”

“I thought…” you look back at the cafe, “you were working?”

“Supposed to but owner didn’t show up. Or the keyholder so… no shift.”

“Oh, I thought…”

“You thought what?” His forehead wrinkles, “that I ditched you? Nope. I didn’t have any way to contact you so I just figured I’d come back and meet you like we planned. Video games are still on.”

“Right,” you nod glumly, “it’s okay if you changed your mind.”

“Do you think I’m lying?” He challenges, not harshly, rather sounding hurt.

You shake your head, “I’m not… I don’t think that but I don’t know.”

“Do you still want to come?” He asks uneasily, “I kinda… kinda been looking forward to this but I wouldn’t want you to feel forced.”

“I…” you blink and rub your neck, “I do.” You raise your head resolutely, neck still slightly bent to look him in the eye, “I just…” you bite your lip and shrug, “I guess I’m not good with people so…” you sway back and forth nervously, “I’m scared.”

“Scared? Don’t be. I’ll be right there with you,” he assures and his whole face brightens as he smiles. “If anyone gives you a hard time, you tell me, alright?”

“Okay,” your murmur.

“Well, let’s go,” he says, “Aunt May gave me the car so we can stop and grab snacks.”

“Oh, that’s… cool.”

“Promise I won’t speed,” he chuckles, “precious cargo and all.”

#peter parker #dark peter parker #dark!peter parker #peter parker x reader #drabble #treat you #series #au #the club #spider-man #marvel #mcu #avengers

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extremelyblackandwhite · 7 months

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pairing: dad!bucky barnes x au pair!reader

warnings: age gap (reader is 10 years younger than bucky), smut (18+, dni if under 18)

author’s note: things are picking up now xx

masterlist

and you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars

Waking up on a Friday was also the toughest thing to do. At least, it had become an issue ever since Sadie realised that the 5th day of the week usually meant the last one at kindie before she got to spend the next two days at home. In fewer words, the two year old had learned the concept of a regular working week which is a feat considering her father blatantly disregards the sanctity of a Monday to Friday work week in favour of a messier approach. Y/N was almost sure his motto was screw work-life balance; nevertheless, Sadie made it incredibly hard to bathe and dress with all her excitement with what to do over the weekend, specially since Steve was around.

She finished brushing and braiding Sadie's hair, straightening her uniform so she wouldn't get yet another passive aggressive note from the PTA mums complaining about tidy uniforms - as if it was possible to get a 2 year old to be tidy. The two went downstairs with Sadie running to the breakfast table once she saw some donuts laying around which she was sure to only eat the pink icing of and hand Y/N or Bucky the donut itself.

There was something ... off. Bucky was silently buttering a slice of toast and Steve was staring into the further wall which Y/N knew was not that interesting.

- Who died? - Y/N asked as she sat down.

- It's Friday morning, Y/N. Sorry if we're not singing Kumbaya my lord. - Bucky replied, taking a bite of his toast.

- Thank god, you can't hold a tune. - Y/N smirked, helping Sadie place a napkin on her lap. - We're gonna need to get Sadie a new uniform, by the way.

- A new one? - Bucky looked up from his plate. - Swear we bought her that one a few months ago.

- We need to get the winter uniform. She doesn't fit the one from last year and it's starting to get chilly.

- Take the AMEX and buy it today. - Bucky fished through his wallet before handing Y/N the gold card. - Oh, get her one of those lunchbox thingies. I saw some kids with them the other day.

- Hm, now describe such lunchbox thingie, Sergeant.

- What do you mean? The thingies the kids carry along with their lunchbox for soup or water. The round thing.

- A thermos? Why would Sadie need a thermos?

- Yeah Bucky, she's a 2 year old not a college student. - Steve said, handing Sadie a donut. - She doesn't need one.

- Y/N get her one. Get one for yourself too, you eat soup right?

- I have a thermos, thank you.

Sadie, as expected, ate the sprinkles and frosting off the donut and handed the half eaten donut to Y/N. She excused her from the table, kissing the top of her head and sending her on her merry way to wash her hands and get her backpack, leaving Y/N to bring the dirty dishes to the kitchen. Bucky followed behind like a puppy, carrying some leftover pastries and fruit to put in the fridge before they ended up with fruit flies.

- Are you going to Columbia today? - he said, opening the fridge nonchalantly.

- No. I'm going to come back home after dropping Sadie. I have some online meetings booked with some experts in the UK and France about some topics in my PhD and the library didn't have any available private rooms.

- I'll ask Steve to come down with me to the office then.

- That's not necessary. - Y/N loaded the dishwasher with the plates, looking at Bucky, taking a very good look. He didn't look as put together as he usually did. His hair, usually wavy yet gelled into place, was messy and he wasn't wearing his suit yet. - I'll just go to my bedroom.

- You can use my office. - was he trying to get on her good graces once more? - The internet signal is better there.

- It's your office, Sergeant. I'm not gonna use it.

- I absolutely hate it when you call me Sergeant. - he shut the fridge, leaning against it. - Look ...

He sighed, his eyes not meeting hers.

- I'm sorry. - those words came from his lips very slowly, as if it pained to say them and if Bucky were being honest it pained him to say them. Bucky wasn't sorry but that didn't mean he wanted Y/N to hate him forever. - It's not my place to interfere with your relationship.

- I know. - she shrugged. - If you think your opinion of my love life interferes with it in any way, you're wrong.

- I'm just trying to look out for you. There's a lot of wolves in New York.

- I'm not a country bumpkin, Sergeant. I know how to look after myself.

- So ... are you and Chris Davis dating then?

- That it none of your business, Sergeant.

- It actually is. - he smirked. - You see, you are my employee, he is my employee which means if two of my employees are dating they should tell HR.

- You're not HR, you're the CEO.

- Maybe I multitask, how about that?

- That would be illegal and a conflict of interests, Sergeant. Besides, why are you so interested in my relationship? Are you bored of yours?

- He's just not the type of guy I would picture you with.

Of course not. Bucky had always considered Y/N would end up with someone ambitious, someone who'd crawl and give blood, sweat and tears to get what they wanted. Chris Davis, although not a complete dunce, was not that. He was smart but he wasn't innovative - what he was good at was packaging old ideals to newer audiences. He didn't come up with new marketing ideas, nothing that hadn't been done and when he did it was usually under the guide of an executive. He wasn't his worse employee but he also wasn't his best and Bucky wanted Y/N to have the best.

- Clearly. - Y/N dried her hands. - As if you have a good track record of relationships.

- Is this about Anna? Are you still pissed off because of Anna?

- You can't treat people like crap and then expect them to forgive you.

- I know but you have to understand that me and Anna ...

- You are a father first, Sergeant. You can't potentially hurt your child because you're so blinded by this stupid notion of "a real family". You and Sadie are a real family, you don't need Anna and you can't force her. If Sadie was any older she could've gotten very hurt.

- I know but if it had gone well ...

- Bucky. - Y/N interrupted him. She didn't want to be mean, she didn't want to be hateful about a woman she'd never met, specially the woman who birthed Sadie. - If you think the woman who left a baby in front of your door and has never attempted contact would suddenly change your mind, you're naive.

- You wanna know what's funny? - he moved away from the fridge to get closer to her.

Y/N almost took a step back. She didn't like being close to Bucky, it was always weird for her. Bucky, despite being her boss, was an attractive man, an attractive and imposing figure and she sometimes would find herself divided between fear of what he would say and fear of what she usually did at night when she thought of him.

- I don't think anything is funny about that situation.

- Anna would've liked you. - he said before turning around, almost happy that he'd gotten her a bit speechless for a while, happy he got to be the dominant one for a bit. - And you would've liked Anna.

- I doubt I'd like any woman who would willingly sleep with you.

- She didn't like any woman who would willingly sleep with me either. - Y/N rolled her eyes, not really understanding what Bucky was trying to get at. He was always like this, jumped over bad moments looking for some peaceful solitude in an off hand joke or confusing statement. - Are we gonna continue being mad at one another?

- Who said I was mad at you?

- Fine, if you're not mad then take my office upstairs for your meetings.

Before Y/N could reply something regarding his very flawed logic who wouldn't win him any debate, Sadie came walking through the kitchen, dragging her backpack through the floor and her yellow raincoat so Y/N could help her onto the plastic garment.

- Hey squid. - Bucky lowered down to her help, taking over Y/N to help Sadie into her raincoat. - Do you want a thermos?

- What? - she looked at him eyes wide, probably not knowing what a thermos even was. The red head looked at her au pair, looking for clues about what her dad was talking about. Y/N just smiled and shrugged. - Yes.

- See? Told you she wanted a thermos. - Bucky picked her up to kiss her cheek, directing his voice towards Y/N.

- She doesn't know what a thermos is, Bucky. - Y/N took Sadie from him.

(...)

When she returned from dropping Sadie off, buying her an overpriced uniform and a thermos which she would probably only use by the time she was 12, she found an empty house. Bucky had made good on his promise, leaving a note telling her Steve was with him as well as where to find the key to the office. The office was usually locked due to Sadie, according to Bucky, having almost gotten hurt. If Bucky's dramatic retelling was to be believed, when Sadie had started to walk she'd manage to get into the office and grab a stapler which she was keen on using until Bucky caught her. However knowing Bucky and knowing 2 year old Sadie who still struggled to reach the handles of doors, she reckoned he was overreacting or probably saw something similar in one of those "scare the parents" TV shows.

Nevertheless, the office/study had been locked and Y/N had never had been inside, yet once she got inside, it looked like what she expected Bucky to have as a work space. It was white, bright and minimalist with a few knickknacks from when he had been stationed in Italy and some first version novels which had undoubtedly came from his mother. His desk was deep mahogany, neatly kept with all contents at a 90 degree angle.

She moved to seat on his chair, putting her laptop on the middle of her desk and logging into Zoom. She waited for the right time, her eyes hoovering over everything in his desk from the gold pens, to the tape and the photo frames. He had a big photo of Sadie when she was a newborn followed by a few others, yet what called her attention were two gold circled frames - one with a photo of Sadie and Y/N when she had first started to work for them and one of Y/N and Sadie at Christmas.

She didn't allow herself to dwell much on it, she had meetings to get to. Besides, this was nothing big. It was just a photo of his daughter that he liked which Y/N happened to appear in. She had bigger fish to fry now than wondering about Bucky.

(...)

The work day wasn't any better for Bucky. Steve was being, well, Steve and to describe Steve is to describe someone who likes playing both sides to get to a decision which everyone is happy with. He knew he shouldn't have brought up the stuff about his wife, Steve would never try to break a relationship, heck he wouldn't even think it. Nevertheless, now Steve and Y/N were upset at him - maybe they can unionise and start a little "We hate Bucky", maybe they'll get branded thermos.

- Sergeant Barnes? - his assistant knocked on the door. She was pretty, very pretty and Bucky was almost certain they'd slept together ... almost. Yet today not even the pretty assistant could sort his mood out. - Christopher Davis wants to talk to you.

- Christopher Davis? - oh yes, the best way to make his day, seeing Chris Davis. - What does he want?

- He says it'll be a quick word, Sergeant Barnes. Should I send him in?

- 5 minutes. - he sighed, closing his laptop. Maybe making Chris Davis squirm would make his day, yet again, he was sure the "We hate Bucky" club would not enjoy that. Besides, it was hair washing tonight for Sadie and last time he tried, he had ended up inside the bathtub.

Chris Davis walked into the office, the mere sight of him ignoring Bucky. Did Y/N seriously find that attractive? He was so bland, so boring, the only interesting thing about him was that he was rich and Bucky was almost certain he only finished his PhD because his godmother is Professor Anderson. Nevertheless, here he was, taking a seat in one of the chairs of his office without even asking. This is the guy who gets to see Y/N naked? Life really is unfair.

- What do you need Davis?

- I know this will probably be crossing a line but I was wondering if you could let Y/N have the weekend off.

- What Y/N? - he cocked a brow at him.

- My Y/N.

- My daughter's au pair Y/N? - Bucky rested against his chair, looking down at the man in front of him. - Why?

- I was thinking of taking her to the new restaurant downtown but she said she was busy with Sadie. I wouldn't ask but it's really hard to get reservations and I got one and I would love to take her.

Oh, this was fun.

- Y/N has always had the weekends off. She doesn't work weekends unless she wants to, specially not this weekend which I'll spend at home. Besides, she doesn't have a fixed work schedule.

- Oh ...

- Maybe fix your communication issues with her before you come and waste my precious time, Davis. You can go now.

(...)

Having meeting after meeting had really wasted all energy Y/N had and to congratulate herself for not crying when someone suggested another alteration to her project with a thick French accent, she decided to cuddle against one of Bucky's many small yet cuddly cashmere blankets in the couch of the living room watching Gilmore Girls. She was close to snoozing off when the front door opened and closed. It could be Bucky, Steve or a burglar but she was much too tired to actually check.

- Oh, Y/N, do I have some gossip to share with you. - Bucky. It was Bucky and it was the first time she'd heard him say the word gossip. That couldn't be good.

He walked with a douchey smile to stand in front of the TV, sitting on top of the coffee table and staring at her, just waiting for her to question him on it and she was much too tired to avoid playing his game.

- What? Someone you fucked got pregnant?

- Someone came into my office asking about you. I didn't know that you were gonna be busy with Sadie this week. Isn't Steve taking her to Coney Island?

- What?

- You're using me and my kid as an excuse not to go out with Chris Davis? - he chuckled. - What? Is he a bad lay or something?

- Oh shut up!

- Small dick?

- This is highly unprofessional. - she turned around to face the couch.

- And sleeping on my couch isn't? C'mon, tell me, Y/N. Are you tired to pretend to orgasm or have you just figured out he's just bland.

- You're such a child! - she got up, folding the blankets so she could get away from her but he kept going after her. - Why don't you go pick up your daughter?

- Steve has her. I wanna know more, I thought everything was okay in the Y/N-Chris relationship. Is he one of those guys who cries when he cums? Is that it? Is he a crier?

- Why won't you shut up?

- Or maybe he can't find your clit. You know, he can barely find the copy room sometimes and that's way bigger.

- He is perfectly fine, I just don't want to hang out and I didn't want to hurt his feelings but because you can't lie to save your goddamn life I know have to go.

- He's taking you to Le Coucou, you may want to brush your hair before you go. The poor thing fought so hard to get reservations but obviously you prefer to eat buttered noodles with Sadie.

- I have been to Le Coucou.

- I know, I took you there. - he smirked. - And here I was thinking you'd soon start bringing your boyfriend around.

- I don't want to go. I'm tired, I need to wash Sadie's hair tonight and that will take time and I am not in the headspace to get ready.

- I'm sure Chris would love it if you came in with a soaked white t-shirt.

- You're a dick, Bucky.

Before Bucky could continue with his teasing about it, Y/N's phone started ringing. She grabbed it from the counter and put it up to her ear as she saw Sadie's school number. Bucky watched, mostly hoping it was Chris so he could tease her some more but as the colour drained from her face, he realised he wasn't. She put her phone down and looked at Bucky.

- We have to go. - Y/N looked overwhelmed, looking around fo something. - Sadie has appendicitis. They called an ambulance and she's going to the New York-Presbyterian Hospital.

- Shit. - Bucky rushed to grab his keys.

- Where's her toy, where's a toy? - Y/N started throwing pillows around, looking for Sadie's cuddly toy.

- Y/N, let's go.

- NO! - she screamed at him. - She's scared and when she's scared she needs her toy and I knew, I knew she was a bit off when I dropped her off and I should've known better and I ...

- Y/N. - he held her shoulders, stopping her in place. - I'll go find her toy, get the car going and drive there.

- But yo ...

- I'll get a cab. Now you go and stay with her, I'll meet you there with the cuddly toy. Go.

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lazycats-stuff · 1 year

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I love the Jason Todd x Jokers son it's awesome!

I actually have another idea while I lay with my cat lol batfam/Jason Todd x brother reader (like he's the biological son of Bruce but a lil older than Damien) he has a close relationship with Jason compared to his other siblings and he ends up getting captured by Joker?

You got it! I'm glad you like it, I was a bit worried that I didn't write it well, I have never written such dynamic before. Again, let me know how it turned out.

Warnings: Kidnapping, violence, Joker being the Joker, Jason losing his mind, blood

Jason waited outside of (Y/N)'s school. He wanted to take his favorite brother back home. They didn't have a chance to hang out this week, because the teen was swamped with exams. Jason swore that (Y/N) didn't sleep this week. Poor kids...

He smiled once he saw him at the entrance, talking to his friend. He leaned on his motorbike, crossing his arms. He waited until (Y/N) saw him and then opened his arms. (Y/N) ran into them, hugging his favorite brother.

" Hey mini Bruce. " Jason joked as he hugged his brother back.

" Stop it, I look nothing like him. " (Y/N) said.

" Yeah sure. " Jason said, ruffling his hair.

" How come you came to pick me up? "

" Well, I know you stay later on Fridays. And I wanted to hang out with you. I missed you this week. " Jason mumbled.

" Aww. I missed you too Jay. But if you had a plan to take me out, please don't. I just want to sleep. "

" You got it. I was going to take you home anyway, you look like you are going to drop dead. "

" Wow, okay. " (Y/N) pretended to be offended, sitting at the back of the bike. Jason handed him the helmet and (Y/N) put it on.

" Hang on bro. We are going to be back home quickly. "

Jason turned on the bike and started driving back to the manor. It was a perfect day for a nap too. It was cloudy and if you were from Gotham, you knew for a fact it was going to get rain. So it would be perfect for a nap.

When Jason sat down, (Y/N) wrapped his arms around Jason's stomach to hold on. Jason revved the motor and started driving. It was a quick drive back to Jason's driving skills. (Y/N) had hold onto the bike when they got back.

" I'm not a bad driver. " Jason defended himself watching his younger brother.

" Say that to my legs. Jesus. Next time pick me up by a car. " (Y/N) said, managing to steady himself.

" Come on. You need to eat and then sleep. "

" Can you nap with me? " (Y/N) asked, using his puppy eyes.

" Of course I can. But you need to eat first. I think that Alfred made something with fish. "

(Y/N) nodded and went inside the house.

" Let me take your bag up to your room. "

Jason took the bag while (Y/N) went straight to the kitchen. He didn't find Alfred, but he did find a container with his portion. He let out a yay and took the container and a fork to sit at a kitchen island. He took his phone from his pocket and put it on the kitchen island.

He dug in, happy to eat something. The teen had a small breakfast today, not enough to get him through the day and he was hungry all day, despite the lunch he had. It was a stressful week for his family too. Joker was up to no good, but more than usual.

He still doesn't get it how they still do it. On patrol until late in the night, injured, seeing stuff that would make his stomach turn. Was (Y/N) trained like his brothers? Yes. But he didn't want to become a vigilante, he wanted to be a normal teen. And he didn't consider himself strong enough to become a vigilante.

And... He didn't tell anybody this, but the reason why he was up until 2 or 3 am this week was because he was worried for his brothers and father. There were times when he couldn't sleep until he knew that his brothers and father were in their rooms and even then he either went to Jason's room or Bruce's. He truly didn't know what he would do if something were to happen to his dad or Jason.

" Hey, what are you thinking about? " Jason said, sitting across from him.

(Y/N) was startled by Jason, he must have been thinking about this for so long that he didn't hear him.

" Jason, don't sneak up on me. You scared the living shit out of me. " (Y/N) said, taking an another bite.

" Oh, come on, you will live. " Jason laughed.

" Ha ha. Very funny... Are you free tonight? I need you to drop me off at a friend's house. We wanted to have a sleepover. " (Y/N) said quickly.

" Okay. Is it the brunet guy? " Jason asked, taking his jacket off.

" Yes, but his name is Cody. For the record Jay. "

" Okay, okay. " Jason laughed, smiling at his younger brother. " I will drop you off tonight before I go on patrol. Does the old man know? I don't want him blowing a fuse. "

" I texted him, he said it's fine. "

" Okay. Which bike you would like? " Jason asked, smirking.

" Screw you Jay. "

Jason cackled like a madman, leaning back in his chair.

" Okay, I will take a car to drop you off. Don't worry. "

" You always make me worry Jay. "

It was Saturday evening, a day after the sleepover and Jason was getting worried. Jason went to pick (Y/N) up a few hours earlier, but Cody, the friend said that (Y/N) went already. Jason was confused at first, but then noticed the cameras in the neighborhood. He called Bruce to tell him to get the footage. Something is off. Way off...

He searched the block for any evidence, his gut refusing to believe that everything is okay. What the hell happened last night? Maybe Cody was lying, but Jason could tell if someone was lying. Shit.

And the time for (Y/N) to go missing too is far to weird. Joker wanted something from Wayne Enterprises, they got intel that he wanted to get guns that Wayne Enterprises was storing at the moment. They were old and were supposed to be destroyed, but there was some delay.

Jason took his phone and called (Y/N)'s phone. He was back at Cody's building, waiting to hear (Y/N)'s voice. He froze once he heard the familiar ring in an ally. He ran into the ally, finding the phone near the dumpster.

He knelt down, getting the phone. He blinked a few times, trying to fight tears. Jesus Christ... No. Not him. Out of all the people, not him. He called Bruce with shaky hands. His hands never shook.

" Jason? Where is (Y/N)? "

" Taken. I found his phone near the dumpster behind Cody's house. " Jason stated, trying not to cry.

" Okay, I will obtain the footage for the entire block. Is there anything out here that might help us? "

" No, I searched the entire block, there is no signs of struggle. And Cody said that (Y/N) had left already, but I think someone threatened him to go. "

" Okay. Until we get the footage, we can't do anything. Come back. "

Jason hanged up, going back to his car and driving like a maniac back to the manor. He is not going to allow himself to waste a single second. He won't be holding back. Not when it comes to (Y/N). He was protective of all of his brothers, but he was really connected with (Y/N).

He ran towards the cave, wanting to know if there is anymore development. The rest of the family was already there, surrounding the big computer.

" And? " Jason asked.

" He was taken, but we can't connect the kidnappers to any Gotham rouge. " Bruce said.

Okay, an outsider then. That would take some time, but they would get the intel soon.

" Okay. So, we need a suspect. Who the hell wanted to take (Y/N)? " Jason asked.

" Somebody who wants money? Maybe for ransom? " Tim suggested.

" Or someone who hates Bruce? " Dick added his suggestion.

Bruce didn't say anything, obviously thinking. He had a lot of enemies, both as Bruce Wayne and as Batman. So the list wasn't small... Far from it...

A ping on the computer alerted them all. It was from the news, the anchors telling that this is the footage of (Y/N). The family froze, looking at the screen like they were hypnotized.

Everything was fine until Joker came on screen. Jason froze completely, eyes widening. No. (Y/N) was bound to a chair, gagged, with blood over his face. Joker was showing his face, clearly proud of his handywork. Jason's eye twitched.

" Now, I want the weapons from the Wayne Enterprises and I will let the boy live. "

The tape stopped and it returned to the regular program. Everyone slowly turned to look at Jason. Jason took a deep breath, before flipping a table near him. He let out a yell, before rubbing his face.

" Jason, you need to calm down. " Bruce said, trying to calm him down. If he goes out, he will kill somebody.

" CALM DOWN?! "

The boys moved away, trying not to get in the crossfire.

" I will be calm when (Y/N) is back here and Joker behind bars. That's that. And if you need me, I will be out in the city looking. "

" Jason, we need more info! You can't go out this mad! " Bruce yelled after his son.

" Too fucking late! "

Bruce stood up, going to change into his suit. He doesn't want to Jason to kill the Joker, he would regret it and it wouldn't do anything. Tim stayed behind to track down the footage.

They barely managed to catch up with Jason. It took them 15 minutes to calm him. Jason was already a deadly individual, but when mad? Get out of the way.

" Jason, we need to think. We need a plan of action. " Bruce has tried to explain, but Jason laughed.

" A plan of action? We need to get (Y/N) out of there! I can't let him go through what I did! I can't!" Jason yelled, before he took a deep breath.

" Jason, you need to compose yourself. I know it's difficult, but now your judgment needs to be perfect and not impaired. I know you are angry and I know you are getting flashbacks, but you have to... Shut the emotional part out. I know how it sounds, but when dealing with the Joker, you can't allow the emotions to take over. "

Jason was quiet as he listened to Bruce. As difficult it is for Jason to admit this, he knew Bruce was right. He can't allow his emotions to lead him.

" Do we have a lead? " Jason asked, trying to breathe.

" No, Tim is still looking, but we do have all known Joker's warehouses and other similar locations. We can start from there. We will split into two teams and start searching. Jason you are with me. Everyone, stay in contact. The moment you get something, call it in. "

The boys nodded, Jason simply stayed still, seething with anger and adrenaline.

" Come on Jason. " Batman prompted, walking to the edge of the building. Jason followed, still mad and angry. Nothing can calm him down. Absolutely nothing.

It has been hours and Jason was getting angrier and angrier. There hasn't been any leads in regards to (Y/N) and he was losing his mind.

" How can you be so calm? " He asked Bruce, who was calm. It irritated him beyond belief.

" I have to Jason. I can't allow myself to be guided by emotions. I can't make any mistakes. I don't... I don't want to lose him like I lost you... " Bruce admitted, looking away.

Jason was shocked by this admission.

" What? "

" I can't lose another son to Joker. I barely got over your... Kidnapping."

" Really? " Jason asked, petrified by this new piece of information.

" Yes. I searched for you just like you are searching for (Y/N). Despite what the Joker told you, I never stopped looking. "

Jason looked away, away from Bruce's eyes. He swallowed, trying not to cry. He clenched his fists and then released them.

" Hey guys, I managed to track him. Bruce and Jason are the closest to the docks. It's an old warehouse and be careful. Bring (Y/N) back. "

Jason and Bruce agreed and started moving. They are going to get him back now.

Jason paced outside of the cave medical part. Alfred wouldn't allow him to enter. They brought (Y/N) back, but he was beaten, had his nose broken and dislocated shoulder. Jason was only thankful that (Y/N) was under a lot of painkillers.

The mere process of getting (Y/N) back was rather simple. They took out Joker's goons and Jason got some revenge. He found a crowbar and while Batman was busy with freeing (Y/N), he has beaten the Joker. He didn't kill him, he just made sure he would be recovering for the next year. He smiled at the memory. It was etched into his memory.

" Masters. " Alfred said, closing the door.

" And? " Jason asked impatiently.

" He is going to be okay. I reset his nose and shoulder and gave him some stronger painkillers. He is going to be out for a while. I prepared a bed for you too master Jason. "

" Thank you Alfred. "

Jason stepped into the room, taking his shoes and jacket off. He looked at (Y/N), simply sleeping. Now he could sleep and protect (Y/N). With a last glance to (Y/N), he laid down and closed his eyes. Now everything is the way it should be.

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headphonegrl · 1 year

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The first summer you and Kylian spent together was when you were toddlers, both teetering on the edge of being able to walk without the help of an enthusiastic adult. There’s always been a great debate between you both about what’s actually a memory and what’s derived from the photos that are treasured by both of your parents and brought out at any given opportunity; you pictured in a tiny green bucket hat and him with so much sunscreen on his nose that it looks like white paint. In the hallway of his childhood home hangs a framed photo of you both clumsily clutching each other's hand, a habit you both developed long before the notion of walking or talking.

The fifth summer was significantly defined by the evening you both decided to turn a wall into a full elaborately drawn landscape complete with flowers amongst the grass and an attempt at an accurately sized sun, all with the help of the crayons Kylian packed in his suitcase amongst his socks. Understandably, you were both punished and spent the rest of that week sulking beside the pool you weren’t allowed to swim in and fishing out insects to nurse them back to health. There was a dramatic departure of a bee you had both formally named ‘Fuzzy’, who flew away gracelessly after being fed water with the end of a leaf; ever since then Kylian has drawn a little bee on the envelope of all your birthday cards.

The ninth summer was so hot that the concrete patio had turned into the equivalent of lava. Nearly all of the time was spent under the shade of a peach tree that belonged to the house you were all staying at; it was far too warm to be in direct sunlight for more than a minute without feeling faint. A planned mission had secured you both garden furniture chairs, stolen from the top of the garden while everyone was preoccupied with making lunch. Most of the mornings were spent picking the best peaches and eating them until your hands went sticky with juice and you’d have to walk up to the kitchen to wash them. Then the afternoons were consumed by taking grainy pixilated pictures on Kylian's new phone he had got in light of the next school year, one of which has been your contact photo for over ten years.

The thirteenth summer you spent together always pops into memory whenever the smell of vodka rears its ugly head again. Neither of you were unlike the rest of the kids your age, both victims of the typical adolescent crime of not knowing limits yet when it comes to drinking. As soon as the hand of the clock hit six in the evening, any alcohol sitting in the door of the fridge would sneakily be poured into mugs and tiptoed up to one of your rooms. On the last Friday of August, you mixed heapings of vodka with way too little apple juice and both ended up lying in a tangled heap of limps on a sun-lounger. Over breakfast the next morning as Kylian cut his toast into tiny pieces, his mother cooed at the picture she uploaded to Facebook of you both cuddled up with all the comments underneath from her friends exclaiming what a cute couple you both were.

The seventeenth summer ended so quickly that it was almost heart-shattering. The months don’t bid everyone farewell like they used to, as you’re both nearing your twenties they just melt away in a blink. Stubborn as ever you insisted on not having any help with shoving your bags into the back of the car, so all Kylian could do was stare down at his feet and kick pieces of gravel around. A goodbye kiss was pressed towards his temple, and he embarrassingly grabbed onto the side of your top like a silent plea for you to stay a second longer. Watching your car drive away felt like letting go of a balloon and witnessing it float further and further until it looks like a tiny dot of ink on a page. When he’d finally been dragged back into the house, his little brother offers him the last chocolate bar as if to send him his condolences.

The twenty-first summer you spent together was when Kylian finally kissed you. The lights under the surface of the pool were reflecting off your face and there were little droplets of water in your eyelashes. You tasted of chlorine and that coconut lip balm you still lend him sometimes if he asks nicely. Probably due to all the romantic films he had consumed throughout his life, part of him believed that after a moment like that something unbearably dramatic would happen; that maybe the world would implode whether it went well or otherwise. Though slipping into this kind of affection felt incredibly safe and comforting, like falling into a blanket after a long day or hugging a childhood teddy. After all, Kylian had been holding your hand before he could even talk or eat from a spoon; he was born loving you. He loved you even before he knew what love was like.

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helix-studios117 · 30 days

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Halo Reloaded - Spartan-II Training Schedule

I've wanted to flesh this out for while, but here we go. Note: this seems impossible... it's because it is.

General Information:

From Monday through Friday (except Wednesday), they start every morning with stretching, then they do 50 jumping jacks; after a quick breather, they do the following routine below.

100 total squats, push-ups, chin-ups, crunches and sit-ups. 50 of these every morning after the jumping jacks, then they do another 50 before bed.

Go to class, listen to a lecture on tactics used by the Spartans of Greece and the Roman Empire. This goes from 1000 to 1200 (Lunch Break), from 1300 to 1500 is recess at the obstacle-course where parkour and acrobatics are to be practiced, then class resumes from 1600 to 1800.

Night-Routine, then bed.

Monday:

After a one hour break from the morning routine, they go on a one kilometer run with small sand-bags tied to every Spartan-cadet's ankles. (A work-out routine inspired by Rocky Marciano.)

They practice swimming for an hour from 1900 to 2000 shortly after class.

Tuesday:

After a one hour break from the morning routine, they step into a VR-simulator that trains them to eject from drop-pods.

At 1900 to 2000, they spar with each other; two per circle (every pair gets an individual circle). The art is a martial-art native only to the Spartans called "Spartan-Kata"; it's heavily influenced by four martial-arts: Krav Maga, Collegiate Wrestling, Judo and Kali. One is armed with tonfas and is on the offensive, the other is unarmed and on the defensive; the unarmed opponent gets a turn to be on the offense while the armed opponent learns to be defensive. They switch offensive/defensive positions at 30 minutes into the sparring session.

Wednesday:

Break on both the morning and evenings. It's just lessons for the entire day. They don't even do the morning/night routines, they just wake up, recover, go to class and return to bed.

Thursday:

In the morning, they play a game of CTF in the Zero-Grav Chamber using laser-guns that respond to their Zero-Grav Suits' sensors. (It's just Ender's Game.)

In the evening, they learn to disassemble, clean and reassemble their guns (don't worry, they're not loaded) for the first 30 minutes; in the last 30 minutes, they go to the targeting range to practice their aim. From ages 8 - 11, they use laser-guns (similar ones seen in the Zero-Grav Chamer); they are taught fire-arm safety and how to properly use guns, then from ages 12 - 16, they're taught to practice with real-gunloaded with live-rounds.

Friday:

They do their usual morning and night routine, though they go to class for the first half of the day; after lunch, they don't go to recess. For the rest of the day onward, they do a group "survival-activity" that they must complete before the day is over. If any Spartan fails to complete the exercise and return to the training-facility, ONI personnel will personally collect them and return them back to base with the usual penalty for failure/coming-in-last being no dinner.

Saturday:

Rest & Recovery Day. No class or training, obstacle-course is always open.

Sunday:

Rest & Recovery Day. No class or training, obstacle-course is always open.

Meal-Time:

Breakfast: Lots of organic-eggs (either scrambled or over-easy, depends on what the cadet wants) and scalloped potatoes, a slice of ham with a side of plain-crackers. Drinks are a glass of water.

Lunch: Fried-Chicken and fish with brown rice and a side of mashed-potatoes slathered in gravy. Drinks are orange-juice.

Dinner: Turkey slathered with gravy and ice-cream covered in hot-fudge syrup. Drinks are a glass of milk.

Class-Snacks: Plain-Crackers with a glass of milk and a side of Vitamin-Gummy packs.

Additional Information:

Every night, the Spartans sleep to white-noise.

After getting themselves in bed, they are first treated with story-time as they fall asleep; Deja, the AI that teaches the Spartans in Halsey's absence, reads them stories from ancient Greece, namely the stories from Classical Mythology, but sometimes real events thay transpired then, too. Deja swaps over to white-noise once everyone has fallen asleep.

All of this was done from ages 8 to 16. In John's case, due to him being the youngest by two years, 6 to 14.

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pillow-anime-talk · 1 year

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make out session with albert.

request: hello there! could i maybe request albert moriarty with a male reader getting caught in a make out session by his brothers or moran? it’s alright if it gn reader too tho- if you don’t write x male reader

# tags: scenario; secret current relationship; hot romance; fluff; a bit of comedy; wet kisses; suggestive

includes: male reader ft. albert james moriarty & sebastian moran in the background {kny}

author’s note: sorry, anonnie, that you waited so long :( and ofc, i also write for male readers!

It was a very quiet night; though the sky was dark and full of stars, it was one of the warmer nights of that terrible March. You and Albert were at your favorite cafe that day, like every Friday. Your weekly meetings have become something of a tradition since you started dating. Although at the beginning your relationship was purely friendly and without major obligations, you have been in a full-fledged partnership for three months, not only in a relationship existing out of human curiosity.

Until now, you’ve spent Fridays and Saturdays at your apartment if the opportunity arose, but tonight, due to bad weather, Albert took you to his house, which was much nearer than your small place in the middle of the city.

“Would you like something to eat or drink?” The man asked as soon as you crossed the threshold of the great house (or rather villa) of the Moriarty brothers.

“Well...” You looked at him with a slight smirk as you took off your shoes. “Since you’re asking...” You added cheerfully, hanging your brown coat on the hanger.

“Then I’ll suggest a ham and vegetable sandwich or a cheese and tomato omelette.” He also responded by taking off his outer clothes and shoes, and then together with you he went to the saloon, and next to another, slightly smaller room. “I can also make fried fish or eggs benedict.”

“Omelette sounds very delicious.” You admitted smiling slightly and your partner nodded.

“So go to my bedroom and get some clean clothes, then come back to me. We will eat supper together and drink some hot tea with honey.” He instructed you and you nodded this time. However, before you went to the dark-haired man’s bedroom, you approached him for a short while, snuggling into his rain-scented body and clothes. A few seconds later you looked into each other’s shiny eyes and connected your lips in a light but long kiss.

The tenderness you showed each other very quickly turned into a lustful act; Albert’s hands were on your hips and you wrapped your arms around his warm neck, pulling him even closer to you. You just wanted to get into his skin and feel its pleasant softness and taste.

The kitchen got warmer, and a drop of saliva ran down your chin. For almost half a minute, you didn’t break even an inch from each other, all the time touching each other’s bodies and faces, as well as hands and hair.

Only after a while (which for you was a pleasant eternity) did you both hear a light cough combined with laughter and you immediately turned to the source of the noise. Your cheeks blushed almost immediately, and your eyes turned to the painting hanging on the wall, showing a woman in a green meadow.

“...It’s okay, I only came for water and an apple.” Sebastian laughed once again as he walked towards the small refrigerator. Albert forgot that both his younger brothers and also Sebastian with Fred were at home for the weekend. “Albert, I didn’t expect this from you, but don’t worry. I’ve had plenty of experience with men too, though not as hot as yours. Remember about the long foreplay so that it doesn’t hurt. Have a nice night, guys.”

After a short monologue of the black-haired man, you both awkwardly scratched your head or chin.

“I’ll just go to the bedroom...”

“... Maybe... Let’s skip our supper. I’ll make us breakfast tomorrow morning...” Your lover whispered and you nodded.

“Good idea.”

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starssaroundmyscarssblog · 5 months

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𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 (part two)

pairing: teen!noel gallagher x fem!oc

summary: noel's going nowhere, and fern's going everywhere

word count: 3.50k

warnings: mentions of drugs, smoking, swearing (possible ooc noel but i wanted to write a soft lil' teen fic 😩)

PART ONE IS HERE

the next morning, fern pushed her face deeper into the pillows that surrounded her head as her alarm clock bleeped out the time persistently. noel's arm wrapped around her waist tightened to pull her back at the rustling of the covers as she moved to get up. "few more minutes," he grumbled, screwing up his face as she pulled away sharply to draw back the curtains.

"can't." she replied, trying to pull him up by the shoulder in order to make her bed, "i've got that test today, remember." fern smiled at his grouchiness, screwing himself up into a ball before opening his eyes properly and adjusting to the harsh light. he watched her move around the room, removing various pieces of her school uniform from wardrobes and drawers to take with her into the bathroom.

she disappeared from the bedroom through the door, he could hear her greet felix patrolling the corridor before the shower started to run and the boiler started to hum. he sat on the edge of her bed, ran his hands through his hair and started glumly out of the window. 'signing on again, noel'. the sound of fern swearing loudly as the water ran cold bleeding through the wall prompted him to put his side of the bed tidy, lay his clothes out in some semblance of preparation.

fern reappeared and pushed her bedroom door shut with her foot. she was buttoning up her shirt close to her chin, holding a slice of toast in between her teeth and balancing two cups of tea on a small tray. "went downstairs to get some fuel, mum's made breakfast if you want some- oh! yours is on the left." she was talking about his tea, pointing to it before dropping into her desk chair.

her head was bent over the flashcards she'd tossed from her bed to the desk at some point during the night, and fern could sense noel about to speak as he pulled his top over his head. "don't even say anything." he looked at her, hair clipped up and finger pointing at him over her shoulder. "wasn't goin' to."

"you were thinking about it, though." she flicked through a few, mumbled the answers under her breath before discarding them into a desk drawer and slamming it shut. "steady on, darl', what'd it ever do to you?"

they moved about the room in silence after he returned from the shower, gathering their belongings and watching the minutes tick down before they had to split their separate ways. fern sat cross legged on the floor infront of her mirror and pushed eyeliner into her waterline as noel fussed with his hair, growing more frustrated. he looked at his watch, "ten to eight, should probably start thinking about gettin' a shift on."

"since when were you ever fussed about being on time for things? the rest of the world is five minutes ahead of you."

fern picked up her bag stuffed between the gap of her bedside table and wall, shrugging her blazer over her shoulders and tightening her maroon and blue tie around her collar. noel patted down the pockets of his jacket to check for his wallet, nodded when he'd located it, and picked up felix to remove him from the room as they walked down the stairs.

their relationship was very domestic, not exactly what he’d had in mind when he’d asked fern out but he was perfectly content. they sunk into routine relatively quickly. he would always visit her on thursday evenings and she would stay for fish and chips at his every friday. he’d met her parents and she’d met his mam, once fern had even invited him to be her plus one to her cousin’s wedding.

he hated that he loved being part of it all, parents who loved their daughter that much that they let her date the boy from the council estate in the next town so far over some people thought it was in a different county. he watched her lean over the table in the kitchen to give her dad a kiss on his cheek and briefly stopped to chat to her mum about the latest guest on bbc breakfast news before leaving.

audrey gave him a pat on the shoulder and a fond smile, mr gibson waved at him from over his newspaper and wished him a good day at collage. he liked fern's parents so much he felt guilty about lying to them regarding his crippling chances for a longterm education. filled up on slices of toast he'd managed to scarf down before fern frogmarched him out of the door, down the drive and into her car, noel caught a stray lock of hair out of place on his head in the reflection of the mirror just in time.

fern always let him chose the music, readily supplied with cassettes and mix tapes in the glove box of her car so he could have his pick. unfortunately, as he was right in the middle of miming a guitar riff cutting through the middle of the current song, fern poked him in the leg as she stopped at a red traffic light marking the end of her village. "what?"

"do you mind just going through those questions again? the ones i couldn't get right last night?" god, give him strength, did this woman ever stop? knowing fern, she'd stuffed them into the pocket of his jacket before they left the house so he couldn't give the same excuse he always did - they were in her bag, which he couldn't reach around into the back of the car far enough to get them. he sighed as he felt the outline of the cards next to his wallet.

"i thought we'd done them all? you were fine, we don't need to do this; you know what you're like, it'll only stress you out more."

"no, it won't. go on, ask me."

"you're like a fuckin' primed bomb! one wrong move and we'd all be fucked." he mimed an explosion with his hands. at fern's side eye and advancing finger towards the eject button for the tape, he conceded. "fine. seriously though, don' know why we need to do it again. you're fuckin' brilliant at these."

her finger moved away from the button as the light turned amber then green. fern pulled onto the dual carriage way, checking her mirrors before changing lanes and reeling off answers to the questions noel was asking her. he went through the cards three times without being asked, as it was something she’d always liked to do.

“are you going home this morning?”

“nah, i’ll come with you and then just mill about for a bit. there’s a dole office in town, should probably get tha’ sorted out sooner rather than later.”

fern smiled sadly, reversing into her usual space in the student car park. “i’m sorry. if there was something i could do i would do it.”

“i know ya would, darl’, but we always knew it was gonna fuckin’ happen.”

she huffed and drummed her fingers against the steering wheel. "i know." there were few cars around them, and her friends who caught the bus to school hadn't yet appeared. fern and noel got out of the car, slammed the doors shut and listened for the beep to tell them it was locked when fern turned the keys in the door. as she was checking she had everything in her bag - drink, apple, textbooks, extra paper - noel's hands slid around her waist and spun her around to face him.

she leaned against her car, smiling at him with a glint in her eye. "i've still got a few minutes until eloise gets here." he grinned cheekily and leaned down, kissing her softly before pulling away. fern rested her elbows on the car roof, wrapping her hands behind his neck to pull him back down to her. noel left her breathless every time, but unfortunately the slow descent of his lips to her jaw and later to her neck was cut short at a low whistle from somewhere behind him.

fern pulled away and angled her head over his shoulder to see eloise standing in a small group of their friends, who'd just got off the bus trundling down the road and away from the gates, giggling and watching the pair of them. noel went to nip at her lips again but was met with her cheek instead. "come on. i'd better get going." they slowly started to walk away from the car, parting ways at the front steps of the school where fern's friends had migrated to.

"i'll see you later, yeah? i only have a half day today, so we could go to sifters before we go back to your house?" she asked, tucking her hands into the pockets of her blazer. noel reached out and straightened her tie which he'd knocked askew. "it's still okay for me to come round later, isn't it?"

"yeah. fuck, sorry." he rubbed a hand over his cheek and squinted. "all cool. r'liam's bringin' over some of his mates too i think."

"that's nice."

"no, it's not. they're all cunts." she smacked his arm.

"don't call them that. they're only twelve."

fern stood on her tiptoes to push a kiss against the corner of his mouth delicately. "bye." she whispered close to his ear before turning to join her friends, twisting around to wave at him as he walked out of the school grounds towards the grave yard of the local church as it was a shortcut to the high street.

the bell trilled loudly and students started to flood into the building, bags jolting people sideways and teachers standing in the doorways of classrooms ushering the crowds along to their form rooms. fern sat along the back row of her form room, eloise and chesc on either side. chesc was scribbling something down on a past physics exam rapidly (fern suspected this was her homework, as she often raced against the clock to complete it) while eloise was concentrating hard on something.

"say fernie, what's that on your neck?" instantly, fern shrank into her blazer as the people infront of her twisted round in their seats at the statement. she inwardly cringed and glared at eloise. "nothing." mercifully, their form tutor had walked into the room at that moment and began to take the register, drawing the attention on fern away from the rest of the class. when the bell rang, she grabbed eloise by her blazer and shoved her into the girls loo, chesc following closely. "how many times have i told you not to bring things like that up?"

for once, she actually looked guilty. "sorry," eloise mumbled, "just sort of slipped out."

"you know she doesn't like it when you draw attention to it." chesc pointed out, checking the time on her watch woefully. "but we can argue about this on the way to english else we're going to be late." she pulled at the pearls around her neck and leant on the door to the corridor, swinging it open. fern stalked away, eloise hot on her tails. "i'm sorry, alright. how many times do you want me to say it?"

"more than you have done, because you shouldn't have said it in the first place." she opened the door to their english classroom. thankfully, there was a seating plan and fern was on the other side of the room to eloise. she sat next to chesc, finishing off her physics homework behind her copy of 'the great gatsby'. chesc tapped the end of her pen against the desk and saw fern looking slightly down in her attitude but thought nothing of it.

fern and eloise were always having petty arguments and more often than not made up after an hour. if past experience was anything to go by, there was only half an hour left of their stalemate. and sure enough when the bell rang to signify the end of the lesson, the three of them were walking out with arms linked and laughing at each other before parting ways. english was the only lesson they had together, chesc dragging herself down towards the science block while fern and eloise split in the humanities department.

geography for eloise, history test for fern.

she got a dirty look from jessica as she sat down at her desk, drumming her nails against the test paper impatiently as she waited for mrs hillditch to tell them to begin. she'd revised. noel had tested her. she was ready, jessica didn't know anything different as she glanced around the room smugly. fern could get through this, she thought as she flipped it over to answer the first question and put pen to paper.

the nib of her pen flew across the page, handwriting turning flat as she sped up while time ticked down. eventually mrs hillditch called time and let them leave to go to break. fern met up with eloise who was waiting for her to get chesc from the canteen. break time passed and with it came looks from people who'd seen the hickey on her neck. her relationship with noel wasn't exactly a secret from the student-body of the sixth-form - how could it be when he waited for her by the gates and eloise shouted it to anyone who asked?

the rest of the day passed by quickly and soon enough lunchtime came rolling round, which meant fern could sign out early and leave to meet noel. she slung her bag onto the backseat of her car and drove out of the carpark, trundling along the roads into the centre of town. she'd seen him walk into a corner shop and decided to wait outside for him once she'd paid for a ticket. fern was sitting on the short wall and a low whistle was directed her way from a group of boys not much older than noel. "alrigh', love?"

she ignored them.

"could fit this little posh cunt in my pocket!" one of them laughed once they caught sight of the crest on her navy blazer. "come and 'ave a dance with me later love, if daddy'd let ye out past bedtime."

"oi! she's with me, now piss off before i fuckin' 'ave ya!" she heard noel shout as he approached her, cigarette dangling from where he'd clamped it between his teeth. he put his arm around her shoulder and directed the pair of them away towards sifter's record shop further down the high street.

they walked into the record shop and greeted mr sifter behind the till on a creaky chair, flicking through the crates of records and occasionally stopping to show the other something they'd found. fern and noel could spend hours in the shop without talking, just enjoying the company of each other while the needle was dropped on a spinning record a few times every hour. darkness had began to blanket the city by the time they left, fern's purse lighter than when she'd walked in. noel got into the passenger seat of her car while fern kicked the engine into gear and drove out of the car park.

"how'd the test go?" he asked eventually, as the streets got darker and the houses grew smaller.

"alright actually," she hummed, "i think i'll have done alright when we get them back. did you sign on again today?"

he hummed. "dad was there too. tried to get me to work with him, told 'im where he could stick it." they'd pulled up to the small council house as the digital clock on the dashboard ticked over to four o'clock. "c'mon. r'kid won't be back yet, might as well make good use of the time."

they were on each other as soon as noel had opened the door of the bedroom he shared with his brother. fern walked him backwards and pushed him to sit on his bed, sliding herself onto his lap as her legs wrapped around his waist. her hands wandered up and down his back, through his hair, pulled at his shirt to tug it off his wiry body. noel pulled himself away from where his chest was pushed against hers to start unbuttoning her shirt, moving it down her shoulders and spinning the pair of them round so she was lying on her back.

fern kicked off her shoes and held him close to her, smiling and moaning breathily into his ear as his lips clamped to her neck and his hands slid over the cups of her bra and worked down to her stomach. fern was oblivious to the bedroom door opening and the gaining in her and noel's company, until liam's high-pitched scream ripped through the room and he pushed his friends out of the room by the back of their heads.

"mam!" he wailed as he clattered down the stairs. noel grumbled and snatched his shirt up from where it had been abandoned on the floor. he pulled it over his head and handed fern her clothes. she left the top button undone and stuffed her tie into her school bag. they shuffled downstairs and hovered in the doorway of the kitchen as liam begged peggy for a bottle of bleach.

his friends, mitch and danny, were gawking up at her with flushed faces. noel reached around to clip them both on the ear and rounded his attention to liam. "stop makin' such a fuss, we weren't doin' nothing."

"bollocks you were!" he yelled, stilling only when fern placed a gente hand on his shoulder. liam liked her, don't get him wrong, there was just something about her that unnerved him. it could have been her different family background, but it was more likely that she actually chose to spend time with his cunt of a brother. "what were you going to do, liam? noel and i were going to go out and pick up dinner so you'll have a while."

and she was nice. too nice, if you asked him. "we were gonna play cards, but now we 'ave to burn our eyes out with mam's bleach." mitch laughed behind his sleeve. liam glared at him.

fern extracted her car keys from her bag left by the bottom of the stairs after bringing it down with her. peggy rifled through her purse and handed noel twenty quid for the fish and chips, along with their small order list. three mini fishes, two portions of scampi, six chicken nuggets for liam, three large portions of chips and a pot of curry sauce for fern.

liam began to complain again, "i want to go this week! noel goes all the time!" but floundered under peggy's gaze as she kissed noel on the cheek and told him to take his coat because it was getting colder outside. "your friends aren't here to sit around with your brother! you're staying and you'll be fine with it, or ye can wash up afterwards."

fern laughed noel out of the door and back into the car as danny extracted a pack of cards from the pocket of his trousers to liam's dismay. noel lit a cigarette as he sat in the car, window down slightly to let the smoke out at fern pulled out of the council estate and back into town. "chances of it being busy?"

"fuckin' astronomical. we'll be lucky to get in and out in half an hour." she parked on the side of the road, and the harsh glow of light flooding out of the front window of the fish and chip shop hit them right in the face, as did the smell of fat and a large queue of people.

they worked in a usual motion: join the end of the queue, shuffle forwards every few minutes, check watch, mumble something in the other's ear, read off order to the guy at the till, move to the side, look at watch again, greet someone they knew who'd walked in through the door, look hopeful at an order, whisper something again, step forwards to get the food, pay, and leave.

forty five minutes. they were back in the car by half five, back at noel's house for quarter to and sat down squashed all together at the table by six.

it was all very domestic, and noel felt his usually cold heart warm as he looked at fern joke with liam while holding a conversation with his mam at the same time. the phone rang at seven, it always did, audrey asking fern if she was staying over. "yeah, if that's alright with you and dad?" it was. he liked her parents, and they liked him. domestic. going places from hale, but staying in burnage at the same time.

they would make it work. fern had always tried, so noel thought he'd give it a punt too.

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eventinelysplayground · 3 months

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A Little Nudge.

This story was inspired by an idea from @yanderepuck and @fang-and-feather, @onegianthotmess you also thought it was interesting. I pull a tiny bit from the very recently released your choice story they released but as usual you don't have to have read it to enjoy it's just a nice tie in. I will be writing an abridged smuttier version from MC's pov later as my smut inspiration has dwindled atm and this was already long. Worried about his friend Comte (with help) decides to use Leonardo's family and jealousy to try and give him the final push he needs to finally bite Mitsuki. WC approx 3635 and I used a cute page divider by @cafekitsune in it to give the eyes a break.

Leonardo walked down the hallway and knocked on Comtes door.

“Yes?”

Leonardo entered his friend's room making sure the door was closed before he spoke.

“Cara Mia said you were looking for me this morning, said you looked unhappy.”

“Yes but I don't think I looked unhappy.”

Leonardo had known Comte a long time and he could tell by now when he was faking that smile. Was a bit jealous too that Mitsuki knew him well enough to pick up on it too.

“What's going on?”

“I didn't want to mention it but it's just getting out of hand again.”

Leonardo took the thick stack of letters Comte handed him and sighed while sitting down on the sofa.

They've started writing again? What the hell do they want from me now?

Leonardo broke the seal on the top letter and skimmed its contents. He got through about half the pile before he stood up and tossed them into the fireplace.

“I take it their contents were the same as always?”

Leonardo ignored Comte and lit the fireplace.

I knew they'd never give up bothering me completely. Too obsessed with getting more purebloods and increasing ‘family prestige’ but so soon, and trying to convince me to take a pureblood mistress? They really don't care about anything or anyone else, those narcisistico…

“Are you really that surprised?”

Leonardo turned his attention from the fireplace to Comte.

“I don't know your family well but from what little I do know about them it's hardly surprising to me that they haven't given up.”

Ya, maybe it was just wishful thinking on my part that they'd finally leave me alone.

“It's what was in the letters that was surprising.”

“Oh?”

“Mainly they want me to take on a pureblood mistress now, even a good candidate.”

“That sounds very hypocritical of them.”

“Esattamente…do me a favor, don't mention this to Mitsuki. The last thing I want is for her to hear about all of this.”

“Of course, you have my word as a gen…”

Comte's words were cut off by a soft knock on the door followed by Mitsukis voice.

“Comte, I have something for you.”

Leonardo sat back down on the couch and wrapped his arms along the back of it as if nothing had happened.

“Come in Cherie.”

“Oh Leonardo, I can come back later if…”

“No need to Cara Mia we were done talking.”

“Oh, okay then.”

Leonardo watched as Mitsuki studied him for a moment before turning her attention to Comte.

“This was just hand delivered for you, there's one for you too Leonardo.”

Leonardo kept his gaze on Mitsuki as she handed Comte an envelope then fished another out of her pocket and handed it to him.

This is Adams seal, probably an invitation to some damn party of his.

“Leonardo, is everything alright?”

I knew those eyes of yours were trouble, but I don't want you finding out about any of this. I don't want you worrying about anything, I just want to see you smile.

“Well Cherie it looks like we need to get you a new dress!”

“What?”

“This is an invitation to a party Friday night from a mutual friend. We don't have a lot of time, I'll make an appointment with my friend for tomorrow morning so be ready to leave after breakfast.”

“But we haven't even decided if we're going yet!”

“Of course you'll attend, if not with Leonardo then with me. I can't let an opportunity to dress you up go to waste.”

Libertino, but it's a good way to distract her for a while.

“It's fine Cara Mia, you know how much he likes to play dress up.”

“Really? You don't mind going?”

“It gives me a chance to show off my stunning wife in a beautiful dress, then the fun of taking you out of it.”

Leonardo grinned as he watched Mitsukis face turn a bright shade of red.

I love the expressions you make, how even now I can make you blush like that. You have no idea how crazy you drive me.

“Then it's settled, you best go and inform Sebastian now so he can make any preparations he needs to.”

“Right, of course. I'll see you both later then.”

Leonardo waited until Mitsuki left to let out a sigh and glare at Comte.

“This is when you say thank you Leonardo.”

“Hehe I'll thank you after I see how hard her dress is to get off.”

***Friday Night***

Leonardo was in a foul mood, he had been ever since his discussion with Comte. As if the letters and having to attend the party weren't bad enough, he barely had a minute alone with Mitsuki since. If it wasn't more work around the mansion it was something to do with her dress, a dress that Leonardo hated. Oh it looked good on her, it fit her like a glove and showed off her best assets just enough but it was too much to his old friends taste for comfort, and the laced back! He'd almost put up a fight over it when he first saw her but when she turned to face him and he saw her bright smile he just melted. Add to it all the compliments she got from Comte and the others as well as all the other men stealing glances at her and he was past jealous.

“Leonardo, I'm honored you came. I know balls aren't exactly your thing, and your lovely wife! It's a pleasure to see you again.”

Adam inclined his head towards them and Leonardo slipped his arm around Mitsuki's waist pulling her close.

“Adam, it's been a while. Nice party you've thrown.”

Just then a woman came along and took Adams' arm.

“Excellent timing my dear, this is an old friend of mine Leonardo…”

“Leonardo? I must say I've heard plenty about you but never thought I'd get the chance to meet you. And this must be your wife, the human woman, how cute is she!”

Scusa? You make it sound like she's my pet or something you…

“Well I think we've taken up enough of your time for now, please enjoy yourselves.”

Leonardo kept his eyes on Adam and his wife as they walked into the crowd. Just as he was wondering what the hell was going on with this week Mitsuki gently placed her hand over his. He looked down at her and she was staring at him like she could see right through him.

“Are you okay? If you don't want to stay we can…”

“I'll be fine Cara Mia, I want you to enjoy yourself tonight. I’ll go get us a drink and then how about a dance?”

There it is, I love your smile. I've said it before but I'll do anything to keep seeing that smile.

“Really, okay then!”

“Wait here like a good girl for me okay.”

Leonardo couldn't help himself and planted a quick kiss to Mitsukis forehead then headed for the punchbowl. Before he could reach it though an acquaintance of Comtes stopped him and insisted on talking.

This guy just keeps on going. He’d probably talk me to death if….what the hell is he doing here?

Leonardo had caught sight of Mitsuki. She was talking to a tall man with dark hair Leonardo knew all too well.

“Scusa but my wife seems to be trying to get my attention.”

Leonardo knew his tone was harsh but all he cared about was getting back to Mitsuki. As he got closer he started to hear snippets of their conversation.

“I'm very happy with Leonardo.”

“Well if you're happy just being a distrazione momentanea who is anyone to tell you differently.”

Quello stronzo è fortunato che siamo in pubb…

“Cesare.”

Leonardo saw Mitsuki flinch at the harsh lilt to his voice while a haughty grin spread across Cesare’s face.

“Ahh Leonardo, I was just getting acquainted with your wife. I have to say she certainly smells divine.”

“Watch your mouth Cesare or…”

Leonardo placed himself in front of Mitsuki blocking her from the other man's sight which only made his grin wider.

“Cara Mia I want you to go find Comte and wait with him until I'm done here.”

Leonardo glanced over his shoulder at Mitsuki.

Please Cara Mia. I don't want you near this guy any longer, just go find Comte like a good girl.

As if she had read his mind Mitsuki nodded her head and began to walk away.

“It was nice meeting you, Cara Mia.”

You're pushing it too far…you trying to get me to punch you?

“Her figure’s not bad, better in motion certainly. I wonder just how ‘good’ she is?”

“I swear to God Cesare I don't care where we are if you say anything else…”

“You'll what Leonardo? Kill me? We both know that's not possible or we would have done it by now. Besides, am I really the one you should be worrying about?”

“Scusa?”

“I know you Leonardo, much as I dislike admitting it I know you better than most and that dress isn't your taste or style and from her fidgeting I doubt it's hers either. So it must be someone else's, and the colors complement Comtes outfit quite well.”

Damn, you would notice that wouldn't you. I've always hated how observant you were.

“Don't scowl at me like that, think of it as a friendly warning from your cousin.”

“Fine, say you're right, just what is it you're doing here?”

“I came along with an invited guest, seemed a good enough way to spend the evening.”

“You know that's not what I meant.”

The two men stared at each other for a moment, two eerily similar sets of golden eyes searching each other before Cesare shrugged.

“When I saw you I became curious, it's been hundreds of years since we've seen each other. I must say nothing much seems to have changed, bit disappointing really. The familia will be happy to hear it though.”

“What are you trying to say?”

“That you're the same as ever and they worried for nothing. You did manage to send them all into a mild panic when they heard you were marrying a human. Nonno had to remind them it was just a matter of time before she would die and you got over this human obsession for good. Zia wasn't so sure, worried you would just bite her. Can you believe it! I laughed so hard I nearly collapsed! You committing to anything for more than a handful of years, it's ridiculous. I told her there was nothing to worry about because you don't have the conviction or courage for it and clearly I was right.”

I don't have the courage for it? Can't say you're entirely wrong there. Guess it was your big mouth that encouraged them to start sending letters again.

“They'll be happy to know I was right and then after you've got this little fetish out of the way you can conduct yourself properly.”

“What did you jus…”

“Leonardo.”

Leonardo's words halted and the command and malice in Cesare's voice.

“You've had more than enough time to play around and indulge yourself. Once she’s gone you will do as our familia tells you, glare all you want but it's not going to change. Like I said, you're still a coward when it really matters and that will never change.”

Leonardo clenched his fist at his side.

“You best run along now before your friend steals your plaything out from under you.”

Cesare inclined his head and Leonardo turned to see Comte and Mitsuki laughing and dancing together.

Normally I don't care if you want to flirt with her but not tonight old friend. My heart and my ego can't take any more.

Leonardo made his way over to the edge of the dance floor waiting for the music to finish. As soon as it was over he took Mitsuki by the hand and pulled her close to him.

“Leonardo?”

“Come on Cara Mia we're going home.”

“Oh okay.”

Don't look so sad Cara Mia

“Already Leonardo, you haven't been here very long?”

“If I stay any longer there may be an incident.”

“What happened, is there anything I can do?”

“I already took care of it, let's go home.”

Comte watched as Leonardo led Mitsuki out of the ballroom and once they were out of sight he headed over to a quiet corner of the ballroom.

“Bonsoir Comte, I was just telling Adam here what a delightful evening this has been.”

“Just what exactly did you do Cesare?”

“Don't worry Comte, I mostly followed your rules.”

“Honestly I'm surprised you even agreed to help us.”

“Even though it was my idea I have to agree, I thought you hated Leonardo.”

“You thought right, I only agreed to help you because it benefits me. Leonardo had always been the favorite when we were children and even being a bastard they had high hopes for him. As he grew older though that changed and they started focusing on me. They never could entirely give up on him though, even now that he's running around with some human plaything.”

“I do hope you didn't really call her that.”

“Not to her face. Look, the point is if he turns her then that's it, the familia will have no choice but to give up on Leonardo adding anything meaningful and I get to keep everything that's rightfully mine.”

“No wonder Leonardo stopped dealing with you, you all sound so… charming.”

“Oh we're all assholes, I just don't hide it. Why you and Comte are doing this as his friends is beyond me.”

“Because we're worried for him. Mitsuki was ill back in the winter and Leonardo was beside himself. If he ever loses her…”

“Plus he seems to be wavering in his conviction slightly. A little nudge won't hurt anything.”

“You certainly like to meddle in others' lives don't you Comte? This will be your only shot so I suggest praying it works.”

As soon as the carriage door shut Leonardo pulled Mitsuki into his lap.

“You alright Cara Mia?”

“I'm fine. Who was that man Leonardo?”

I knew that was coming. You're going to worry all night if I don't tell you but you'll just be upset if I do.

“I'm sorry if I upset you, he said he was a very old friend of yours and he didn't seem to be lying…”

Don't blame yourself Cara Mia, none of this is your fault.

“You're right, Cesare is a lot of things but he's not a liar.”

Leonardo leaned his head back against the seat and sighed.

“We’ve known each other since we were little, used to play together and get into all sorts of trouble.”

Leonardo saw the confusion on Mitsukis face, he pulled her closer and kissed her softly on the lips.

“As we got older we grew further apart and it stayed that way until the day I cut ties with my familia.”

“He's family?”

Leonardo let out a self-deprecating chuckle before he noticed Mitsuki's falling expression.

“Don't take everything that he said so seriously Cara Mia.”

“You're the one that said he never lies.”

“Doesn't mean he can't be wrong.”

Leonardo looked into Mitsukis eyes, normally they were so bright and full of happiness but right now all he could see in them was sadness.

“Frowns don't suit you.”

Leonardo ran his fingers through Mitsukis hair then pulled her closer and kissed her deeply. He licked along her lower lip and as her lips parted he pushed his tongue forward seeking out hers. Leonardo felt her hands on his chest and then he heard her soft moans. Leonardo broke the kiss and whispered huskily into her ear.

“I can't take you how I want here so be a good girl and wait just a little longer.”

Leonardo grinned at her nod.

When they reached the mansion Leonardo took Mitsuki straight to his room. He locked the door while shrugging off his jacket then he pulled her to him, capturing her lips in a forceful needy kiss.Ever since I met you it's like I've been caught up in a storm, god what you do to me Cara Mia.

“Let's get this dress off you.”

Leonardo kissed Mitsukis ear then made his way slowly down her neck while his agile fingers worked at undoing the laces of her dress.

“Leonardo…”

Leonardo felt Mitsukis arms snake around his neck and one of her hands twine in his hair as she pulled his head closer to her. He let out a low moan and ripped the rest of the laces then yanked her dress down.

“Sorry about your dress but I can't wait any longer.”

Leonardo quickly stripped off their remaining clothes and finally had Mitsuki laying naked beneath him. He ran one of his big hands slowly down her body enjoying the feel of her soft skin, delighting in the sight of her growing needy and wanton at his touch. As his hand traced along her thigh he felt her hips buck.

“Don't…tease me…”

Leonardo spread her thighs apart pushing one of her legs up. He planted a soft kiss to her knee then made his way down towards her center while his fingers slid into her wet core.

“Mmm! Nngh!”

“Keep moaning like that and I could get lost in you.”

Leonardo moved his fingers deeper inside as his lips reached her sweet spot. He watched her throw her head back in pleasure while her hips bucked against him.

“Leonar…ahhh!”

Leonardo pulled his head back, his fangs had descended and he was on the verge of losing control from it all.

I can't lose control, I won't..

"you don't have the conviction or courage for it."

Leonardo let out a low growl at the intrusive memory and then he found himself staring into Mitsukis eyes. Those bright eyes were so full of love and desire for him and he found himself remembering a recent passionate night.

IF I was going to bite you, where would you want those waves of pleasure to splash down?

If you were the one biting me, I'm sure anywhere would feel good.

Are you telling me I have carte blanche to do whatever I want?

For the most part…

Leonardo slid his fingers out and Mitsuki whined in displeasure.

Sorry Cara Mia but I need you to be able to think as clearly as you can right now.

“Mitsuki look at me, do you remember what we talked about a few weeks ago?”

Leonardo waited as Mitsuki propped herself up on her elbows and her eyebrows knit together in concentration. Wanting to hurry her memory along he opened his mouth wide so she could see his fangs before he placed another kiss on her thigh.

“I remember.”

“Do I still have carte blanche?”

“Do whatever you want with me, Leonardo.”

Leonardo studied Mitsuki for a moment, looking for any sign of hesitation or concern. When he didn't find any, a mischievous grin lit up his face. He got back on top of Mitsuki and kissed her more passionately then he ever had before as he thrust himself inside her. As their hips moved together he watched her head fall back against the pillows and a breathy moan escaped her lips.

“It only hurts for a moment Cara Mia, are you ready?”

“Yes.”

Leonardo kissed his way down her neck and collarbone to the swell of her breast and then he pierced her skin and sunk his fangs in deep. Her blood tasted better than he ever imagined and it felt so warm as it coated his tongue and traveled down his throat. Mitsuki screamed out his name as she wrapped her arms around his broad back. Her skin was hot and he felt her walls tighten and spasm around him as the climax hit her hard.

“I love you Leonardo.”

Hearing those words Leonard thrust deeper into her before breaking his hold on her breast as his own climax hit.

“I love you too Cara Mia, for eternity.”

Leonardo saw Mitsuki smile at him briefly before her eyes fluttered shut. He licked his lips clean of her blood then ran his tongue over where he had bitten her before moving to lay beside her. Leonardo held Mitsuki for a long time before getting up, dressed and heading to the balcony. Half way through his cigarillo he heard familiar footsteps behind him.

“How was the rest of the party?”

“The usual.”

“Interesting choice of words.”

Leonardo blew out a puff of smoke and stared at his old friend.

“Comte”

“Yes Leonardo?”

“I've been thinking. All this week seems like things just kept happening to get me riled up, the letters from my familia, all the time you and Cara Mia we're spending together, the extra housework.”

Leonardo moved to stand beside Comte.

“Then tonight Cara Mia's all dressed up to your liking, complimenting your colors when I happen to run into Cesare. It all seems a little too coincidental now that my blood lust is gone.”

It was subtle but Leonardo saw Comte flinch slightly and he smiled a wry smile before stomping out his cigarillo.

“I better get back. I want to be there when she wakes up, see if she smiles at me the way she did before she closed her eyes.”

Leonardo heard Comte let out a relieved sigh as he walked towards the door. Just as his hand reached for the doorknob Comte called out to him.

“This is when you say thank you Leonardo.”

Leonardo let out a chuckle.

“Not with how tedious that dress was to get off.”

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