#I'm supposed to clean the other one too but i think i might cry

[drop-dead-dropout]

hey does anyone have a cure for Sucks Really Badly At Just About Everything Disease. that would be great thanks

[love-toxin]

(cws: yandere link, minor totk spoilers, lil spice)

me, with a gun to my head: no, I'm definitely not thinking about TOTK Link becoming almost completely feral in the years since the fall of the calamity. I'm not thinking about him being separated from Zelda again and taking it much harder than he did before, causing his abandonment issues to skyrocket and his desire to keep his most beloved close even stronger. I'm super totally not thinking about Link becoming so possessive and paranoid because of how dangerous Hyrule is now, to the point that he essentially locks you up in his new house in Tarrey Town to keep you safe and away from all the monsters. and definitely not because it's also much further away from the villages so when you bring him in for some alone time, you can both be as loud and passionate as you want. certainly not that Link gets so aggressive in bed he nearly breaks your back, and his, and the bedframe....but it never hurts enough to make you want to stop. he's always grateful for that because in the event that he has to bring you around people, he can leave reminders of his ownership of you all over every exposed bit of skin they can see.

I'm most definitely not giving any thought to Link scaring away any competition either, no matter how close or distant your relationship is nor their supposed intentions--how can he trust anyone around you? you're perfect, they're just wolves that want to eat you up. if you're going to be with any wolf, it's going to be him. also I wouldn't even dare imagine that Link's ferocity extends to other areas too, like bathing. he won't take a bath unless you're there, thus it quickly becomes your responsibility to get him clean enough that you don't gag when he walks into the room. plus he doesn't trust anyone else to wash his hair, and it's so relaxing when you run your fingers through it that he actually becomes somewhat amicable....right up until the hot water gets to his head and he starts touching you back a little lower, then he might need a much-deserved splash of water in the face to cool off.

but when things are bad, and you're pissed at him for one reason or another, Link uses the fear that lurks inside you to his advantage. he would never put you in real danger, but there are ways to remind you that staying out of harm is a luxury in this world. he could let you slip and fall into a chasm and run around crying in the dark for a few minutes, or he could put monster parts in your food to keep you sick so you stay in bed, or maybe he'll say nothing when he spots a Lizalfos hiding in the snow when you're shield-surfing--all so he can watch you struggle and shriek in fear when it lunges for you, your first reaction always to run towards him rather than fight back on your own.

that's all he wanted. he just wants you to scream his name, reach for him, hide behind him out of instinct.....rely on him. keep him in your thoughts and remember that he's always been your hero, even when he's gone. because he would never truly leave you behind--wherever he goes, you can be certain he's taking you with him no matter how much it hurts.

[juelzsstuff]

Telling armin about your crush (spoiler it's him)

!sfw! idk how to write i didn't pass english class dont come at me.

you two were best friends since childhood and you've always had a crush on him even a little more than a crush and the two of you never spared any details when it came to your lives. you often hungout with jean, connie and sasha and mostly went on missions with their group. you two were talking around a camp fire to catch up after everyone had gone off to sleep, too deep in conversation to head to bed.

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"imagine if the captain saw us up still, he'd probably make us dig each others grave" you say laughing quietly. "yeah i know but hey at least we wouldn't be dying along as a titan snack" he smiled back at the thought of you two being buried next to each other with matching headstones. A memory sparks in your mind, "omg i forgot to tell you", you turn toward him ready to spill your latest gossip, something you two did regularly. "i went out to go do my cleaning in the mess hall and i saw the hottest man i have ever seen in my entire life and okay so my first thought was holy shit, my second was the realization that i looked like i just crawled out of a pile of horse shit and i was already staring at him and yk what this man did" you pause covering your face in embarrassment. armin has a huge smile on his face waiting to hear how badly you fumbled, "what did he do?" you slide your hands off your face and turn toward him putting a hand on his leg to brace yourself from what you are about to admit "he came up to me because i'm staring still and said 'are you okay, did you come from the infirmary?' and i just made a weird noise that was supposed to be words and walked off". armin starts laughing trying to hold back, "you need serious help, there's no coming back from that y/n", you respond half laughing half fake crying "I KNOW". the laughter dies down and armin speaks up "so what did he look like?" you try to think of what he looked like and draw a blank, only remember some key points, "he had like brown hair and was sort of tall definitely shorter than you.....i guess now that i think about it, i really didn't see his face so he was probably average looking. not really my type". armin chuckles and he asks, "so what is your type then".

you think for a moment, a pang of anxiety runs through you. you've always pushed down your feelings for him and just enjoyed your friendship but tonight you might as well get a little bold. you think for a moment and look up at the starry sky, "i like smart guys yk? like the ones who aren't just a feral idiot ready to pick a fight or so full of themselves that it's annoying and weird". "blondes are okay too, my favorite actually" you say while stealing a glance at him, he's looking down at the ground and not really paying attention. so you keep talking "i've had a crush on this one guy but either he's oblivious or he's not interested so i've given up and so ive gone for the opposite type". armin looks at you intrigued, "a crush? like a serious one or like i barley saw his face and i made a weird noise one?" he says holding back a smile, his perfect teeth flashing for only a second. you nudge his shoulder and roll your eyes, "like a serious one". "can i guess who it is?", a nervous zap runs through your body and all your confidence is running out the window. armin seems to notice and is now even more excited and confident in his conclusion. he speaks with pure certainty, "it's reiner isn't it?"

your face drops and all the anxiety you had before has become straight disappointment, the only thought in your mind: omg he's an idiot. how is the smartest man in the scouts really this oblivious, you might as well have said your crushes name started with a ar and ended with a min. well maybe he knew what you were trying to say and he's giving you an out. it's too late now, time to commit or dig that grave you two were talking about earlier. you sigh and look at him in his sky blue eyes, "do you seriously not know? i'm talking about you armin" he sits there eyes wide and a blush on his cheeks, "w-what? me?" "yes who else, seriously? don't say you actually thought i was into reiner" you say sheepishly. armins heart is beating fast, he never thought you would think of him that way in a million years and all of a sudden his dreams have come true. all the years he spent listening to you talk about boys and his attempt to shove down his feelings for you and try to fall for another girl no longer mattered. all the times he got excited when you came to talk to him and no one else, every time you accidentally brushed his hand and it went straight to his soul. it now means something more than before but now his brain has basically stopped working and he might as well be dreaming. you talk again as you watch his brain short circuit "i love you armin and i always have, more than just a friend". he doesn't look at you and looks up at the camp fire with a smile and says, " i love you more than you know y/k, everything about you is so perfect. i always told myself anything you need i would be there first before anyone or.... any other guy could be. i would listen to you talk about the guys you see or liked and i would make a note in my brain of how maybe i could do the same so you'd talk about me and get that same look in your eyes". he chuckles, "one time i even tried to style my hair differently and i unbuttoned a few buttons on my uniform but the captain saw it before you could. that was the day i had to run laps till i collapsed". he smiles and hesitates before looking at you, soaking in your features in the moonlight contrasting with the dim coals of the bonfire. he speaks softly and tucks a strand of hair behind or ear, "you're so beautiful, i thought it was too good to be true". you blush and lean closer to him, the two of you like magnets. you stop inches away from his face, feeling his breath hitch and you look up at him and see his eyes closed. he's nervous, how cute, you wonder if he's ever kissed a girl before but that's better to ask after. you close the distance and his body relaxed and you melt into it with him, his hands reach up and hold your face so lightly. you've always wondered what it would be like, what he would be like and it's even better than you imagined.

[thebottomfromhell]

Hiiii! Could I request something for Hantengu (main body). I could imagine him getting jealous over his clones. Maybe they’re being extra touchy feely and he’s jealous. Thank you so much!

No prob, jealous Hantengu coming up! Sorry for the wait, as always.

Hantengu being jealous over his clones, GN Reader

Warnings: idk, this one seems pretty safe, Slight harm to reader (Hantengu just grabs you). Also a description of Hantengu that might inply sexua content.

Hantengu has always been fine with having you around the clones. Who else is meant to protect you? To keep you around? Him? HAH! Nice one, the idea of you depending on him make him want to throw up of the nerves. How is he supposed to keep you safe and happu when everything is so scary? So unfortunate! He can't, he can't do it by his own, that is why he has clones!

Amd of course, just like he loves you, his clones adore you. Sekido watches over you, Aizetsu likes to spend time with you, Karaku is the first one to come up with something fun to do and Urogi even sleeps over you (he doesn't need to sleep, he likes the cuddles). The four are rather protective over you, which is good. Is good, of course it's....

"And Sekido was like "Urogi, you better stop before get angry" but he didn't need time to get angry before attacking us all! We are so in pain! We need attention and adoration to heal up!" Karaku justifies the fact that he si sitting in your feet while Urogi is grabbing you from behind to lean in your back. Aizetsu is just quietly cleaning his spear besides you and Sekido is fumming some steps away. "You should be more respectful of people's property and personal space!" Aizetsu speaks without looking. "You can leave if you want to. It's sad that you pretend you don't want attention too, getting the short stick for your pride." Holy shi- as if Heantengu didn't need more reasons to feel insecure. His clones are so.... likeable, maybe, probably even more than him, and the fact that They. Keep. Touching. You.

It's an impulse that gets him into grabbing your arm and pull you from Urogi's hold, pushing Karaku to the ground in the process. "Eeeeeeck! Get away! Get away!" The clones just look at him, slightly confused, as the main body keeps pulling you to himself. "Get away!" Hantengu is trembling, thick tears rning through his arms as he squeezes hard enough to leave some marks in your skin. The clones then look at each other, Urogi and Karaku smirking at each other.

"Oh! Is Hantengu jealous? Is he afraid that his emotions will take his beloved Y/N away from him?" Karaku stands to tease, passing his arm through Hantengu's shoulder, making the main body squeal and release your arm as he brigs his hands to cover himself. "That's not true! That is not true!" He blushes hard as he keeps crying and sobbing, specially when Urogi starts flying around them. "So cute! So cute! Hantengu wants attention! He wants attention but he is too shy to ask for it!"

Even Sekido and Aizetsu smile a little as the pleasure clone and the joy clone keep teasing their main body. You must also contain a laugh, the scene is cute. Your beloved looks so nervious, shy and a embarrased... soft, in a way. He always looks so delicate and fragile, so pitiful. "I'm not! Stop bullying me! It hurts! It hurts!" And honestly, you are into that. "It's so pitiful, so sad. Y/N is Hantengu's lover after all. But the fact that he is jealous of clones of himself. It's very, very sad, pathetic even." Even Aizetsu joined in!

Part of you wants to wait and see if Sekido will also join to tease and bully Hantengu, to let you see that face become more flustered, the body shaky, the whimpers louder. A pretty mess for you to pick up for yourself. But. You can also feel the intense, begging gaze, of Hantengu upon you. He wants you, needs you, he can't share you with anyone. Help him, make him feel safe, pleasepleasepleaseplease

"I think that's enough." You decide to have mercy with Hantengu and push Karaku off gently, the main body taking the chance to cling into your waist, kness on the ground and face burried in your stomach as he weeps. "Y/N! Y/N! Y/N! Too much accusations! Please! I'm being bullied!" You can only smile as you pet his head. "Don't worry darling. You are safe with me." He keeps crying against you as you comfort him, the rest of the clones looking. Urogi chuckles, Karaku looks bored, Aizetsu is pitying Hantengu with a side-eye and Sekido just looks uncomfortable.

"Can you leave me alone with my little Hantengu? I want to have a moment." Sekido rushes before anyone else can speak, using his staff to stab both joy and pleasure before they can speak. As they complain of the pain, anger stamps the ground with the end of his weapon. "We will be leaving now! We don't want to see whatever you will do! So you all three fuckING MOVE!" He stamps the floor again, this time attacking with the electricity, forcing everyone but you and Hantengu to move before joining them.

"Mine... mine... please! Please let me-" He can't even articulate his thoughts, but you don't mind. "Yes, I am yours. No need to make a little scene." He relaxes once you say that, and damn- "Or do, it's so cute when you act so helplessly." He sobs again as he grips harder against you. What? He is fun and cute to tease.

[appleflavoredkitkats]

youve gotta let us know all your fave cfundy fics...the people need it...

hello anon . u have been bestowed a pin that says "best anon" for enabling me to talk about this fox a bunch more

1. banks of newfoundland by honeydowo

genuinely life-changing. writing style alone, i want to put it in my mouth.

but what makes the fic a genuine standout is that it's one of the first i've seen that encapsulates the concept of fundy as nationalism/l'manberg in a way that's super profound and super, super sad.

i love how fundy is portrayed in this. there's so much emotion in this fic, but it's explained in a very low and casual way that makes you feel more terrible for this guy. it's a cyclical showcase of fundy's tragedies, and how he can't even react to it in a visceral manner because it happens so frequently.

genuinely one of the most beautiful fundy fics out there. three years later and i still come back from this fic crying

2. be my home by neg_nancy

this one's a newer gem i found, one that portrays las nevadas as a "family" without making it fall into stereotypical family dynamics. i was simply put in awe by how well the author writes the connections and relationships the characters have with each other, imperfect and untrusting yet ultimately united for the same base causes

i specifically love the way they portray quackity. he's cunning and perceptive, knowing how to extract what he wants from his members without asking them directly. but what i absolutely love is how compassionate he is behind the sternness, and wow, i'm just absolutely floored by how he mobilizes fundy by the end

3. there is a quiet passing into silent, desolate pain (and no one is allowed to see) by readinglass

this one's depressing, but definitely unique. essentially, it's a fic about tommy witnessing fundy clean schlatt's grave. there's a ton of original, religious imagery in there, which i thinks taps into desperation in ways we don't often find with fundy

i love anything that looks into fundy and schlatt, and this not disappoint. it utilizes fundy's desperation and endless devotion to someone as a way to emphasize his ultimate loneliness. it is just so depressing, and the addition of tommy as both a character and a mirror to what we might be thinking is also so great

4. pandora's box by rabbitsintheclouds

saboo i miss u come back /j /lh

for real though, i know this is more of a c!dream fic more than anything, but the way fundy is used in the latter chapters is honestly so fascinating. the juxtaposition between fundy's optimistic, goofy, and unconditionally loving self and dream's charred-ness, memory loss, and pessimism makes for such a lively yet tense dynamic.

i promise you, this does not water down dream's abusive character to anything but that. but fundy reminds dream of what he's uncapable of being, which somewhat pacifies him a little. it hurts to see them relive dream after dream depicting end-world scenarios, especially considering how peppy and depressingly cheerful fundy is in these scenes

those about are my favorite fics but i suppose i can advertise my own as well. love of the fox is my ongoing one atm, a fix it of sorts that focuses on fundy and schlatt during las nevadas. i have 5 other fics, but i mostly stand by the fics "last resorts" and "one less sleepless night" the most. im too lazy to link those but just check em out on my ao3 :3

[seafoamwaffle]

Next Stop: Pelican Town // Stardew Valley AU

Ever since @norinenglish posted about their stardew ranchers fic concept I haven't been able to get the idea out of my head, so I've decided to make it everybody's problem.

I'm not going to be following the farmer's story beat for beat, instead, I'm just taking it as a loose inspiration and seeing where it takes me. Is there going to be more? Who knows, certainly not me!

First draft of Jimmy coming to the valley can be found under the cut :D

The bus travelled down the lonely highway, the slight unevenness of the road sending Jimmy’s head bumping against the window. There were endless mountain ranges just on the other side of the glass and peaking between the small crevices he could even see the ocean. Verdant grass covered every inch of the place—such a far cry from the dull greys of Zuzu City. 

Which, he supposed was the point. Looking back at it, it was only a matter of time before the city chipped away at the last bits of himself until all that remained was just a shallow husk of a being. It was too loud, too full, too much. 

Though who was he kidding? He could blame all his recent troubles on the city all he wanted, it wouldn’t get him anywhere. There was no guarantee things would get better in Pelican Town either. 

Positive thoughts, Jimmy, warned Pearl’s voice somewhere in the back of his head. Positive thoughts. 

Right. Things at least—probably?—couldn’t get any worse than they had been. And now he at least wouldn’t have to burden his cousins with coming all the way out to Zuzu City to keep an eye on him. 

It had been their idea to have him move back to Stardew Valley in the first place. Grian had suggested he stay with him up in the spare bedroom of his cabin, though Jimmy had resisted the idea with all his might. He’d caused them enough trouble as it was. The last thing they needed was to have him leeching off their kindness at all hours of the day and invading their personal space. 

After that conversation though, the incessant need to move out of that city to get away increased tenfold, until his small apartment full of stuff that wasn’t even his own began closing in on him, until there was no longer enough space for him to even breathe. 

“What about Gramps’ old farm?” Grian had asked as they were lounging on the couch one evening. “You wouldn’t have us breathing down your neck all the time there and we’d be a few minutes walk out if you ever needed company.” 

“Have you been to that place at all in the past few years? It’s so overgrown you can barely get to the house!” Protested Pearl. Her legs were draped across the both of them while she nursed a bowl of popcorn in her arms. 

“Okay, so it needs a little bit of cleaning up—”

“Understatement of the year.” 

“—but it would solve our conundrum here, right Timmy?” 

Two sets of eyes turned to stare at him as Jimmy shifted uncomfortably in his seat and pretended he’d still been paying attention to the long-forgotten movie playing in the background. 

“I… I think I’d need to sleep on it.” 

Up until that point he hadn’t thought about the old ranch much. Though he had spent most of his early childhood there, he and his mum moved to Zuzu City after Grandpa passed away. He can’t even remember if they ever came back to visit, although that’s not exactly something he could ever blame her for. What was there to return for besides memories now painted over by grief?

He had loved that place to bits as a kid. How could he not? It was a pocket of the world that always felt as if it had been carved out just for him, endless fields and meadows he could run around until he could no longer catch his breath, chasing around friends whose faces he could barely recall anymore. And the animals—the chickens, the cows, the goats, creatures that at times understood him better than any person could. He wanted to become a vet because of them, though that dream was now long forgotten, locked away with every other ambition. 

It had been the happiest he’d ever been. 

That realisation had hooked its claws underneath his ribs and refused to disappear, reminding him of its existence with each breath he took. 

He could have that again if he gave it a try. 

At first, he attempted to squash that idea down as best he could, to lock it away in a small box tucked at the very back of his mind. It tasted too much like the sickly sweetness of false hope and he wouldn’t—couldn’t let himself be overtaken by it again before he inevitably came crashing down into reality. 

But it was too persistent, growing louder and louder the further down he attempted to push it. So, when he had gone through the few things he still owned from back then and found the deed to the old ranch tucked between photo albums and Grandpa’s old books, it felt as though fate had made the decision for him. 

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It was all too soon that the bus hissed to a halt at a small clearing with barely any indication that there was a bus stop to begin with, besides a ticket machine tucked to the side that anyone could miss easily if they didn’t know it was there. With dread and anticipation both mixing in the pit of his stomach, he stepped out into the open. 

“Timmy!” 

Before he processed what was going on, there was an arm that hooked around his neck, pulling him down enough for Grian to reach and ruffle his blond hair. It took him a moment to pull out of the grasp. 

“What happened to a good old-fashioned hello?” 

“Welcome to Stardew Valley!” A theatrical voice boomed from the side, immediately catching Jimmy’s attention. 

On the dirt path leading to the bus stop stood a man dressed in elegant reddish clothing. He leaned heavily on an ornate cane while his other hand held a matching tophat. A wide smile overtook his features. Behind him he caught a glimpse of Pearl, sitting on a wooden fence.

The stranger made his way over to them. “I’m Scar, mayor of Pelican Town.” He offered a small bow, before placing the tophat back on his head and offering Jimmy the now free hand. 

“I’m—I’m Jimmy Solidarity.” He stumbled over his words as he shook the hand of this clearly important man. His brain wasn’t going to let him forget that for weeks to come. 

If he noticed anything amiss, Scar didn’t comment on it. “I’ve heard a lot about you! It’s not every day someone new moves it. It’s quite a big deal! The entirety of Pelican Town is anxious to meet you.” 

The words sent Jimmy’s stomach tying up in knots and though he attempted to cover that up as best he could, the pitying look Pearl sent his way told him he hadn’t done a good job at it. 

“How ‘bout we take him to the cabin first, yeah? I’m sure others are gonna be able to wait until he gets settled in.” 

Scar’s smile never wavered. “Why of course, of course. Just follow me!” 

An uncanny feeling crept up his spine as they walked down the dirt path he must’ve walked through thousands of times as a child. It seemed much smaller now, the wooden fences surrounding it were much worse for wear. Something so familiar growing into something foreign. 

They stopped once they reached another big clearing and oh—he’d thought Pearl had been exaggerating about how overgrown the property had become. But weeds and debris stretched as far as he could see and where there used to be fields full of crops now grew sturdy trees. 

And the house… Well, it looked as though no one had set foot in or around it in more than a decade, which he supposed must have been the case. 

“Told you it was bad,” Pearl half-snickered, though there was no real malice in her tone. 

“You’re exaggerating! With enough time this can all be fixed up easily.” 

“Says the carpenter. The house looks like it’s being held together with duct tape and Gramps’ old stubbornness! Are you sure this is even safe to stay in?” 

Grian waved a hand in dismissal. “I went to check it over a few days back. It’s not a luxury hotel or anything, it’s covered in about an inch layer of dust and I’m pretty sure most of the wiring and plumbing needs to be redone, but it’s not going to collapse at a moment's notice.”

“Reassuring,” Jimmy chimed in, though his gaze wouldn’t leave the old house. It stood tall, with warm-toned wooden walls and a big front porch leading to the reddish front door. The attic window had been broken, with plastic stapled on from the inside to prevent rain from soaking the inside. 

This was what had become of his childhood home. A broken, empty mess. 

“I mean, it’s got character, it’s rustic!” Scar jumped in.

“Crusty’s a better way to put it—” 

“Listen,” Grian jumped in, cutting off whatever Pearl was about to say. “I’ll help you get it back into proper shape as long as you’ll get all the materials, deal?” 

Jimmy mumbled something vaguely affirmative as he continued staring at the overgrown ranch in front of him. 

It was going to be one hell of a fresh start

[californiaquail]

i have to bitch about my stupid fucking workplace or i'll die

ok i had a hot second where i thought it was getting better and i might be able to stick it out for long enough to not look terrible on my resume but then today my boss snapped SO hard at me literally just for doing my job and it almost made me cry. he usually has a huge stick up his ass about getting to people very promptly so when somebody pulled up outside who he needed to talk to my coworker said "oh go let him know mrs so and so is here" so i went over and he happened to be talking to his office manager whose dog has pancreatitis so i waited for a pause in the conversation and then said "mrs so and so is outside" and he was like "yeah i'll GET to it when i'm DONE with this" in such a forceful and bitchy tone that it made me physically recoil and say "ok just letting you know!" in a much nicer tone than i needed to and then i was struggling not to cry for the next 30 minutes for the crime of doing what i was told.

FURTHERMORE someone who previously held my position dropped her cat off today and they were all shit talking her behind her back and i've literally never heard them talk about previous assistants in any other way like it's always oh she was dumb oh she was such a know it all oh he hated her. i said "oh she seemed nice when i talked to her" because she was and my coworker was like "well when i came back to this job after taking a break he told me i had two jobs; to help [other tech] and get rid of her." so apparently this asshole literally will not just say it to the faces of his employees and just psychologically tortures them into quitting which really makes me think he's trying to do the same to me which is a realization i had many weeks ago but i was trying to believe i was making it up because i'm insane but i guess i'm NOT. to make this situation better one of the (two) techs is leaving after this week to go back to school and the other one doesn't work on fridays so i'm about to be the ONLY person to do all the animal restraining shit cleaning medical note taking prescription filling etc and his office manager leaves after 1 so phone calls after that too. for a man who openly dislikes me and does not speak to me at all if he doesn't have to. i asked the tech who's not leaving for advice and she said yeah have everything you can ready because as you can see he does as little work as possible. and i was like oh so we're all seeing that and you're just letting yourselves get walked all over and doing all of the work for him ok. then she reiterated what i already knew about not letting him see me not doing anything. then she told me "just pick up the phone and don't wait for someone to tell you you can" whole time i was never actually told that i'm supposed to be picking up phone calls i just started doing it when they weren't available because they told me to but i'm frequently unable to answer people's questions because i Just Fucking Started and i've never worked in a vet clinic before. and then i'm made to feel like i'm obnoxious for not knowing things and asking questions. if you are having issues with your employees being know it alls maybe you should stop making them feel like shit for not knowing things? also it is SO fucking bold of him to treat me like shit on his shoe when i am as mentioned about to be the only fucking person on fridays and one of two people the rest of the week. if you want me to quit so bad say it to my fucking face like a goddamn adult and clean the dog shit your damn self or make your poor office manager do it since you won't deign to do normal animal care tasks. he doesn't even have any fucking job postings up even though he's supposedly soooo short staffed (he is obviously but maybe he just doesn't care because he never does any of the work) and i know because i'm on all the job groups and on craigslist and indeed etc all the time because i hate this damn job and want one where everyone doesn't dislike me.

TO BE CLEAR i have been doing my level best this whole time despite being suicidally depressed (largely from this stupid fucking job) and exhausted from having to get up at 6:20 am to catch the bus, i have done everything i've been told to do to the best of my ability without complaining even shit like scrubbing the dead dog freezer or cleaning and reorganizing random ancient stuff no one has thought about in ten years or pointlessly cleaning things that aren't dirty just to look busy, i am always professional and polite to clients and my coworkers, i am often the first person there in the mornings and the last to clock out, i never bother him with questions because i learned very quickly he somehow doesn't have the answers to anything practical about how his business runs because he's comfortable being tech illiterate and making other people do it for him. as far as i can tell his dislike of me is literally just because i have god awful auditory processing so it takes me a while to understand verbal instructions and i have to ask people to say things again or repeat things back a lot. like he literally hates me for the crime of being a little slow and ? not automatically knowing ten million highly specific to this job and clinic things? i get paid $18/hr my rent for my room with my obnoxious preachy landlord costs WELL over half my paycheck i get absolutely no benefits i didn't even receive a contract or any kind of legal forms except a w2. broadly speaking i would consider myself a pretty patient person but now i'm just deeply pissed off and fucking broke on top of it. i think i'm going to give it one or two fridays to see how bad it really is and if it's as bad as i'm anticipating it would be generous of me to give two weeks' notice. and then does anyone think it would be detrimental to acquiring future jobs if i were to work in the weed industry? i can't tell if it would look bad to non weed employers but there's a listing for greenhouse people which i think sounds awesome. if you read this whole thing we will have an autumn wedding

[lewkwoodnco]

Now That We Don't Talk - Lockwood x Reader

A/N: very very brief suicidal mention, sooooo much writer's block hhhh (the seasonal depression is depressing), (angst but diluted if that makes sense) add/remove yourself from my taglist in the link beloooow ALSO

🎄Special Announcement! I'll be doing a twelve days of Christmas fic series (1 songfic fic a day leading up to Christmas) BUT I will also be accepting extra holiday-themed requests (if any)!🎄

(speaking of the holidays, thinking of switching to a santa-themed george icon soon hmmm), wc 3.1k

Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 3.5 | Ch 4 | Ch 5

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Moving had been a surprisingly smooth process that she remembered little of. She had to take care to not think too much about the ornaments she was packing or the boxes she was taping shut or the lonely town she was numbly driving towards, lest the rest of her catch up to the grief weighing her down. Her supervisor had looked plenty confused when she explained where she was transferring to, and muttered something about not knowing if there were any visitors there.

As steep as the change was from working in central London to a significantly sleepier town, she seemed to be adjusting fine. In fact, she was liking the peace and quiet. Or at least, she would, soon enough. She'd learn the right habits, like finding contentment in the stagnant void that descended on her windows far too quickly every evening, the same way she'd unlearn bad habits, like him. So no, her biggest problem was hardly the early sunsets here, but was actually what everyone wanted to talk to her about when she called. The one thing everyone - her old teammates, colleagues, friends - wanted to make sure she knew.

"The gala was fantastic this year - though not as fun without you, of course -"

"You'll never believe who showed up."

"He looked very sharp in his suit. He cleans up nice, I suppose - Anthony Lockwood, I mean."

"They've become quite the celebrities, that Lockwood & Co., though the other two don't seem to tolerate the cameras like he does."

"Oh, you should have seen it. Say what you will about Lockwood but does he know how to make an entrance!"

"Were you at the gala this year?"

She sighed for what must have been the fifth time that day. "No, Ted, I was not. You were at my farewell party, remember?"

"Tha' was for you?"

"Goodbye, Ted."

"Wait! You've seen the pictures, haven't you?"

"No, I haven't, because contrary to popular belief, I am not obsessed with evrything that goes on at Fittes."

"Well, we had a tiptop chocolate fountain this year. Didn't get clogged once and looked absolutely gorgeous. Anywho, I've recently stumbled upon this smashing business opportunity involving chocolate fountains - they're selling like hot cakes, I tell you! - and I'd love to spread the wealth."

"Theodore, you haven't joined another MLM, have you?"

"What is an MLM, other than an opportunity to invest in yourself?"

"Don't make me phone your mother."

The call ended rather abruptly after that. Only Lucy, as always, was an angel.

"I take it you've heard plenty about him?"

"Who? Oh, him. Yes, more than plenty."

"I thought you might. He has...quite the presence, so the papers wanted to interview him, and he agreed - "

" - obviously - "

"And I think they asked him about you at some point."

Her mouth dried. She struggled to find her voice, forcing it to stay casually disinterested. "Hm? What did he say?"

"Absolutely nothing. First and probably last time I've seen him stunned speechless. Naturally, it's all anyone can talk about."

"Mhm."

"He hasn't talked about you, if you're wondering. Sees it coming from a mile away every time George and I try to bring it up. It's so stupid; we know it, he knows it, and he's always in a foul mood. He keeps thinking, these days...Y/N?"

"I don't care."

"No one would blame you if you did."

"I don't."

"So how are you holding up?"

"Well, Luce, I felt happiness outside of external validation for the first time in...ever, then three months later I'm crying in my bathtub wishing I would die, and now I'm miles away from everyone I ever knew and it's always dark outside and I'm always miserable. I'm doing great."

She could hear the exhaustion in the crackling static of the telephone. It occurred to her that she wasn't much acting all that cheerful either.

"If it makes you feel any better, I think he half-expected to see you there."

She inhaled sharply and sat up in her armchair so fast she could feel a cramp curling in her neck. She didn't dare believe Lucy's words. "Really?" she wanted to breathe into the telephone, and revel in dormant delusions, if only for a moment. Instead, she gingerly sank back into the chair, continuing in a flat voice.

"Well, I don't care about any of that now. Oh, I'm sick of it. All of it. If I never hear his name again for as long as I live, it'll be still be too soon. How's George doing?"

After she hung up, she laid in her chair, watching the shadows from her shutters stretch and fold over her furniture as the sun set. She was thinking about the last party she had been to, a yacht party where some of Fittes' and Rotwell's biggest investors were in attendance. How Lockwood had managed to score an invite was beyond her, but what intrigued her more was the cab ride they shared back to Portland Row.

She had been half-dozing off when she felt a hand cover hers. As she blinked at him blearily, she noticed the rigid tension in his spine, as if poised and waiting for an attack. He was clutching her hand purposefully, as if holding off on warning her about something malevolent that was consuming him. She couldn't see his face, which began to feel no different from the cold, hard window pane it was peering out of.

She stirred, distantly unnerved by his impersonality. He glanced at her, apologetically retracting his hand with a sheepish smile. But that look of consternation remained on his face as he turned back to the window with a furrowed brow, with the air of waiting for something. He visibly relaxed as they approached Portland Row, but she couldn't shake off the uneasy feeling even by the time they reached the doorstep.

"You all right?" she was asking, while Lockwood fumbled with their keys.

"'Course. Why wouldn't I be?"

She didn't respond, and the two of them watched him wrench at the key in the lock, trying to steady his mildly trembling fingers.

"Key turns the other way."

He paused his efforts, and after a second or two turned the key the other way. The door slid open smoothly with a click. He held it open, but she just looked at him expectantly. He sighed.

"I'm fine, I promise. I just...get a little nervous around some parts of London."

"Which parts?"

"Some."

"Scared of what?"

"A few things."

"Why?"

"For fun. Look, I'm freezing out here. Can we just drop this?"

That was more than a mild exaggeration; the sun had only just set and the air was still pleasantly balmy. But he looked so beseechingly, and it didn't take much for her to relent when it came to Lockwood, so they stepped inside and shrugged their coats off in silence.

"I'll tell you some day. I'm sure I will."

That was some day too far away. Now she'll never know if, or why he ever felt like that. Or rather, she wouldn't know when he would feel like that. But it was no matter. It was none of her business then, and it was even less of her business now.

She had mostly forgotten about her conversation with Lucy by the following week, which was why her parcel came as a bit of a surprise, especially since she'd mentioned being swamped by a mountain of upcoming cases.

Y/N -

I was thinking about our call the other day. On a completely unrelated note, here's about every gossip rag from the past month I could find at Arif's.

Love, Lucy.

She was beginning to see what was so appealing about these magazines. As ruthless as they could be, they sure knew how to sell a pipe dream to common folk with less exciting lives. The gala was clearly as glitzy and glamorous as it was every year, and the articles held an air of intrigue now that she was quite separate from Fittes. But that quivering excitement became somewhat muffled as she flipped through the glossy pages.

The Anthony Lockwood she saw now looked worlds apart from the Lockwood she left behind. His well-fitting suit, megawatt smile and carefully styled hair made him look expensive in a way that destabilised her. She flipped through photograph after photograph of him looking jarringly luxurious besides walls of text effusing about the success of their latest case, and what an honour it must have been to be personally invited by Marissa Fittes herself. It weighed at the pit in her stomach to see this unfamiliar silhouette of a friend who was become increasingly unattainable, speeding along roads to prosperity faster than she could ever keep up with.

She sifted through the other rags. The most extensive feature was a few pages long, and was centered more on the exciting, up-and-coming agency that was Lockwood & Co. rather than a specific case. There were pictures from their most recent cases, and in each one he looked unnaturally distinct from the last, but in every single one he oozed an appealingly languid charisma. It was good to see him doing so well. She was happy for him. Or she would be, tomorrow, when she had the strength for it. Lockwood was unbearable in a way that made him perfect for a life in the public eye, a life for which she was somehow always deficient. She traced a too-long strand of hair flopped on his forehead in one of the photographs, as if she could magically straighten it out.

She could see him now, thumbing through the pages with an approving tilt to his head, limbs folded uncomfortably in the armchair he always insisted on sharing with her. "No such thing as bad press," he'd claim absent-mindedly, his too-long hair flopping impractically. And she'd watch him with bruised eyes like she always did, wishing for nothing more in that moment shared with him. In other words, wishing for nothing short of what she could never have.

Maybe it was some lingering wish to break herself before he beat her to it. Because that was all it was; dodging blows, lying through pretty teeth, racing ahead to pull one over on him, cursing the feel of his breath on her. There was simply no calm, no respite, only the all-consuming experience of becoming wrapped up in him and losing bits and pieces of herself which would never again be truly hers.

She picked up the telephone again. It felt too heavy in her hand. Numbly, she spun the dial as if on autopilot, keying in her mother's phone number. The dial tone comforted her in some twisted yet cathartic acknowledgement of the emptiness inside of her.

Looking at it now she could see the distinct air of mystery that engulfed Lockwood and clouded her vision. He was never quite fully present; a part of him was always tucked away to be kept secret in some dark corner, and her mind was only too happy to extrapolate, to construct this most desirable yet entirely mythical figment. She felt ragged, winded and worn from battling reality day after day, all alone. And most of all, she felt so very stupid.

Her mother was saying that she had made the right decision. Not that she needed any reminding. Of course her life had taken an upward swing ever since; she'd be a fool to think otherwise. She was positively paralysed with liberty, bedridden with joy, simply immobile with ecstasy!

She was slowly but surely going very insane. Now making eyes at each other, now disconnect, now love, now heartache, now this, now that, but never any peace. Maybe it was some lingering wish to shatter and let the pent up misery dissipate.

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Months passed. The holiday season arrived, and she choked through the November blues with shivering bones and clammy hands. Even with the slight uptick in visitors, as was expected in the colder months, her life provided little to distract her from her own ghosts under the floorboards. So when she received a consultancy request from Fittes one morning, she had written back and mailed her response all while still holding the jam knife.

The train was crowded and noisy with the bustle of the holidays, but as it chugged along through the fields of snow, she couldn't help but perk up ever so slightly at every sigh and creak of its wheels. There was a spring in her step all the way to Fittes headquarters, where she was supposed to collect her apartment key.

A tall, indistinct figure was walking out of the revolving doors as she approached. She flinched when she realised who it was - Lockwood, who didn't seem much happier to see her either. He looked mostly well, though the corners of his mouth were a little strained, his face flushed in the cold.

"...Y/N?"

"Lockwood."

"You're...home?"

"Yeah. Um, how have you been?"

"Good...good. Busy. As busy as winter gets."

He was wearing a different coat. It was quite similar to his old one, but this one was thicker and more structured, and looked like it was at least somewhat effective in keeping the brisk winter wind out. He looked foreign and unfamiliar in a way he hadn't since...since the Investors Party.

It had taken her a while to pick his face out of the pretentious crowd, given how preoccupied she was with weaving through the thicket of people. It had taken her a eyes minute to adjust to the almost nauseatingly charismatic silhouette of an especially-chuffed Lockwood in a newly tailored but otherwise identical suit. She tried to give him a reproaching look, but there was something infectious in his smooth ease as he larked about in his prime which made her lips twitch despite herself as he waded through the crowds.

"You really shouldn't be here."

"You're clearly not drunk enough yet."

"How did you even get in? This is invitation-only."

"Had an invite, didn't I?"

She pursed her lips, shaking her head slightly. He was hopelessly incorrigible in an oddly fascinating way. Her voice dropped to a murmur as she felt herself begin to relent.

"I ought to...tell someone about you."

"That you're secretly in love with me?"

"That we have an illegal stowaway."

"You're not going to rat me out, are you?"

The pleading look on his face was enough to give her pause. She was already beginning to regret her decision, but he looked so vivacious it was difficult to stay disapproving for long.

"Excellent. Now, would you be so good as to point me in the direction of the bigger spenders?"

They spend the next few hours laughing and entertaining the many important men on the boat and their great deal of important thoughts. She'd excuse herself towards the end of every conversation to leave Lockwood and the glimmer in his eye to close a deal. For someone so adept at climbing the corporate ladder, she was surprisingly poor at fulfilling these adjacent duties.

She hated every second of it, and she drank as much as she could without raising eyebrows to make it all halfway palatable, but it was all worth it then. He had wanted to stay for as long as it would have been polite, so when they finally left, long after the media had made their rounds at the event, his jacket was folded over his left arm and his hand was delicately holding hers.

When she was stuck in her drafty cottage on the edge of nowhere, she'd think about the feel of his fingers curling around her palm more than it was appropriate, and wonder how she ever thought she was somehow better off here.

But that evening's sense of camraderie was long gone. Now, she regarded him coolly, holding him at arm's length. They may have had a rough falling out, but that didn't mean they couldn't still be friends. Just friends. Nothing more. But the vaguely intimate look in Lockwood's eye told her he was in no mood to entertain any kind of platonic notions.

"I didn't know you were back."

She relented. It was the season of giving, after all.

"Only for a while. Fittes hired me as a consultant for a few months."

He blinked at her. "You could have called."

"I didn't think you'd be interested."

"Of course I'd be interested. I'm always interested when it comes to you."

She sighed sharply. It was so easy to get swept up and believe him when he said things like that, that she wondered how she found the strength to leave. He was a bastard, a ne'er-do-well who only knew how to break her heart after promising sweet, simple luxuries in whispers over expanses of skin. She made her lips tremble, her pulse quicken, her heart shake in all the worst ways.

But underneath all that, love was there. Love was there...still.

"Ready to go?"

They turned in unison towards a strikingly beautiful girl with glossy raven curls walking out of the revolving doors. The girl's smile only slipped a fraction as she shook her hand, and she was distantly aware of making some kind of clumsy introduction. They stuttered through some stunted small talk, during which all she was aware of was the blood roaring in her ears that gave the whole scene a distantly muffled feel. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

"Well, this was...lovely. Shall we go, then?"

The girl turned to leave, but some semblance of hesitation prevented her from pulling Lockwood along with her.. His face still had that same confused look.

"You could have called," he repeated tonelessly, like a broken record. The girl's presence made the back of her neck smart and prickle uncomfortably.

"I might, later."

"Bye. Nice meeting you."

"Nice meeting you too."

"We're home all day."

The last one was from Lockwood.

"Just...if you want to drop by. So that Luce and George don't have my head on a platter by supper."

"Goodbye, Lockwood."

He was captivating in a way that made her want to keep him all to herself. No one needed to intrude on this tantalising secret they shared. It was at that moment that she made the very unfortunate realisation that she didn't need to say it out loud to make what she had been screaming from the rooftops of her heart any more real - him and her would forever be unfinished business.

And nothing she could do could make the palpitations of her heart any less real either.

As the life she once dreamed of walked away from her, all she was acutely aware of was that it was a lingering wish, some half-thought dream, to sit opposite him in a chilly kitchen on blustery mornings, watching him drink his tea while she got drunk on him.

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I have a request if you're taking them, I may also request this to a few other blogs, so don't mind that, I absolutely love your work btw!!

I was hoping for Wanda and reader

wanda recently invited her gf R to live with her, but R has a habit she doesn't know about. The previous person R lived with always made R do the laundry, make all the food, do all the cleaning, and do everything, and R doesn't realize how messed up that is, R thinks their ''lower'' than whoever they live with, therefore they should do everything.

wanda is heartbroken to see R waiting on her like that, making her meals and cleaning up after her, and doing it happily too, and is upset that her love thinks so low of themselves.

que Wanda reassuring R they will split the work evenly, and R doesn't need to do everything

thank u in advance!

Thank you! I hope you like this one :))

Ever since you decided to date, your partners were always demanding. Asking you to do their laundry or make meals for them, or such. You didn't find any issue with that really, you grew up taking care of your younger sibling so you kind of grew used to being the one to do chores around the house.

You recently moved into Wanda's apartment, and you couldn't be any happier. You loved Wanda more than anything, and you appreciated a little company. As you were used to, you took over the chores around her apartment. At first, Wanda didn't think much of it, she just thought that you were friendly and helping her.

But then you started doing it more often that Wanda felt the need to tell you to relax a bit since you were doing everything around the house and you seemed so tense. But you were confused and said "Aren't I supposed to do chores since we're dating?"

You were met with a confused look from Wanda trying to think why you said such thing and then you continued: "I've been doing this with the people I've dated before and they seemed to like it," You said with a smile on your face.

The first thought that crossed Wanda's mind is that you were used and you didn't know. She knew that sometimes you thought the best of people even if they don't deserve it, but she never thought that something like this happened.

"Detka, no, you aren't supposed to do chores alone, I can help you," She replied and you tilted your head in a questioning manner. "But everyone else said that that's what I'm supposed to do," You said. She sighed and couldn't help but move closer to you to hold you in her arm. She felt like she can protect you this way.

"I know, but they were wrong, you shouldn't have let them walk over you," She whispered and you started to think to all the times where they demanded something ridiculous at an ungodly hour but you still did it out of love. Now felt stupid.

"I was used," You whispered more to yourself than to Wanda. "I know, but it's over know, you've got me, I will never let anyone treat you like that ever again," You weren't listening. You couldn't. All this time, they were being toxic to you and you were oblivious. Before you knew it, your eyes started to tear up.

"Oh no detka, shhh, it's okay, don't cry, I won't let anyone do that to you, I promise," She said while gently rubbing your back. "I know, but I just can't get rid of the fact that I was so oblivious to all their doings," You sobbed. "I know, and we both won't let that happen to you ever again and I give you my word," She replied.

You sat there with Wanda holding you in her arms as she slowly started to rock you back and forth while rubbing your shoulders until you fell asleep. Meanwhile, Wanda was plotting revenge. How could they mess with you? How could they manipulate you like that?

She will make them pay.

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Guess who's back!!! I was supposed to upload last weekend but exams started and ruined the whole plan for me T-T

Anyways, I still have exams on the way so I might not upload as much as I want, but I'll try

My requests are open <3333

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Trial 1 - 006 Memory report

Record no.1

Unlike many, I'm not a coward. It wouldn't hurt. No, it would. Maybe it's what I wanted. What was I even thinking?  ▆ eyes shine in the sun with pale blue shades, like diamonds— or something, blah blah blah. Strong and charming, my long-known friend, I'm alright on my own, and I was considering, perhaps— You must enjoy stomping on my heart. A lot of drama, you'd say.  Who is texting you while we're spending time in the game arcades? It's not fun, not fun at all… Because you just inserted me into your plans as a stand-in… Mhm. I hate the frozen void around me, so I trust others’ play pretend as long as it's a bit warm.  You're always too much, and you're always not enough, a bunch of lies, broken glass and torn up fabrics.  Ha-ha, a-ha; if that's what you want to believe, I avert my gaze without making a sound. Okay, go, go, let me clean it up.  Deep sigh— But I’m aware we hate them all. It slips when you're talking; or maybe you hate me too, but then I hate you as well, so we're even. Yay! God damn, let me clean it up. Step aside and I'll break this body.

Record no.2

Weak figure that blooms so brightly, yet — easily wilts without any water, — give more, inconsiderately more as it all dissolves into the soil—  I have my own voice, and your duty is to sit and listen! All the obedient liars, the sweet-talking brutes, and the unloyal hypocrites — disappear from my sight, all of you, those who aren't capable of genuine praise. Your pure voice is echoing in the temple. Others might cover their ears, but I will always listen. No, I can't remember now�� The princess fallen from her throne. I touch the glass that puts me away from all the smiling, crying faces, and look down, at the silhouettes so blurry… Please talk to me, but no one hears. You touch the glass that sets a frozen, senseless feeling through your whole body and look away, at a heart so blurry… Leave me alone, but no one listens. Raise your head and let's lock eyes, I'll give you a gentle smile, such a rare one. You and me. No one else who I would like to exist.

Record no.3

What school are you going to?  It's a given we should always be together. Teachers tell me to go to ▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆. Wherever you go, I’ll wait and come with you. You don't have to mess up your future just because of me.  It's not messing up my future if I get to be with you.  But you never answered. How is the new class? If only we weren't separated by several years, I could know…  We don't have as much time to talk anymore; you hide in sunny parks and blooming alleyways with your grown-up friends while I sit in a closed room with books, torn which path to choose on. The secrets are piling up. I was the one supposed to have them, though as much as you can’t believe, I rather open up my heart in an instant… The secrets are melting and falling down in blazing drops on my skin, but I close my eyes and stay patient. You won't confess to me— But I understand it all. The promise that we were supposed to have. No more, no more… Maybe I wasn't the one, you weren't the one…

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Trouble with Baby.

Baby: Wahhhh!!!

Ruby: Oh no the baby is crying, what do we do?! 😵

Yang: Wow, wow! What are you looking at me for. I'm supposed to be the wild and irresponsible one, remember?

Blake: *ugghh* Would someone please do something about it. I'm trying to read here.

Weiss: I'm trying to find a nanny through this app. Is 3000 lien a week sounds reasonable to you girls?

Ruby: *smell something* Eww.... The baby just pooped! 😨

Baby: Wahhh!!!

Blake: And... That's my cue to bail out. Sorry sisters but this is where the bond of sisterhood absolutely doesn't matter.

Yang: Oh no you don't. You don't get to take the easy way out and run away like you usually do.

Weiss: Whose great idea was it to babysit other people's baby?

BY: *Points towards Ruby*

Ruby: *Gulp* But his parents are in the hospital right now and they need someone to watch over the baby for them in the meanwhile. 😣

Weiss: That doesn't mean it should be us. You dolt. There's must be someone more capable to take care of a baby.

Ruby: But everyone is busy with the Vytal festival. And I just can't say no. 🥺

Weiss: So instead you volunteer the entire team to take care of a baby without asking us before hand?

Ruby: Well what's done is done and you seems to forget the most important thing here. That someone still have to change the baby's diaper.

Weiss: Well it won't be me that's for sure.

Yang: Eeehhh. Is it too late to run away with you Blake?

Blake: I know I'm the last person that should say this but you can't run away from your responsibility.

Ruby: I can't believe you girls would just abandoned a baby like this. And you call your self a hero. 😠

Blake: Uh... No we never call ourselves that.

Weiss: Quit dragging us to your problem. And if you will excuse me I have a date with Neptune.

Yang: And I also gotta go do... Polishing my bike, I guess?

Baby: Wahhh!!!!!!!!!!!

Ruby: Wait please don't go! 😭

Jaune: Don't go where Ruby?

Ruby: Jaune. You came. 🤤 And why is Ciel holding your arm like that? 🤨

Ciel: Hello again Miss. Rose. As you can see Jaune and I are on a date together.

Ruby: D-d-date?! Both of you are on a date?! 😳

Jaune: What no. I'm just showing Ciel around the festival. And what is that smell?

Ruby: Uh I have a baby... I mean I'm taking care of someone's baby for a while. And I might have bitten off more than I can chew. 😞

Jaune: Ah I see. Well Ruby if you are having trouble taking care of the baby then I can help you with that.

Ruby: You sure? I don't want to trouble you or anything like that. 😟

Jaune: It's my pleasure Ruby. *effortlessly changes the Baby's diaper* All done. You are brave boy aren't you. Yes you are.

Baby: Yay!!

Yang: How do you know how to do that?

Jaune: Oh. I just have a lot of younger sibling growing up. So I'm expected to pick up the slack and help take care of them. Not limited to just changing diaper and that's include cooking, cleaning and other things. And I don't mind it because I really-really like babies.

RWBY+C: *The collective sounds of their uterus descending*

Blake: LEWD!!!

Weiss: No-no it can't be right I did not just think about Jaune like that...

Yang: Gods damn Vomit Boy. You got me worked up like when the time Ruby visit a gun store... Isn't that right Ruby... Eh, Ruby why are you looking like that?

Ruby: Heh... Heh.... Heh... Heh...

Jaune: Ruby are you feeling okay. Do you want me to take you to the infirmary?

Ruby: Yes... Yes... We can do it in the infirmary... I mean take me there. There's probably a clean bed we can use... I mean a bed you can put me in. (While I close the door behind you.) 😶‍🌫️

Ciel: Oh Jaune you are so nice to offer her. But I think she is too busy with the baby stuff. And you promised me first to show me around Vytal. And Jaune I think we should end the tour in my room. There's something I want to show you later. What do you say?

Jaune: Your room? I don't know what you are trying to show me, but okay. I'm sorry Ruby I have to finish giving Ciel a tour. Call me in my scroll if you need anymore help.

Ciel: Oh I think we would find it rather enjoyable. *turns towards Ruby* (Get a hint brat he's mine.)

Ruby: Stay away from him! I saw him first! 😡

Ciel: All is fair in love and war.

Baby: Wah!!!!!

Jaune: Stop it you two are scaring the baby!

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So the Rusted Knight reveal... Yeh. I think gonna write something about it.

So what do you guys think should my next post be Lancaster fluff or Angst? And by Angst I mean Angst - Angst. I mean heartbreaking and wrenching stuff here. The fluff is just okay.

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Moving On

Joe Burrow x Female Reader

Series Summary: Childhood friends to lovers to nothing. You and Joe had history, you were each others first and then you were nothing. Years later, you guys rekindle the flame but with more obstacles in the way this time.

Chapter 6 Summary: You and Joe try to move on from the scandal.

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: Afab!reader, smut, swearing. Oral (female & male receiving), vaginal fingering, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, cheating! (You are the side girl, sorry.), the small fight scene, jealous Joe, mild violence, stalker

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You lock yourself in your office, trying to avoid co-workers and patients. Your phone is blowing up with texts from family, friends, and random people who have your number somehow. All of it was sending you into a panic. Joe's name flashes on your phone.

"Joe." You cry.

"I'm so sorry, baby. I'll fix this. I promise. I'm going to fly home right now."

"What am I supposed to do?"

"Don't look at any of your social media accounts, and don't answer phone calls. I'll see you when I get home. I love you." Joe hangs up, leaving you alone again. Tate knocks on your door, but you're too ashamed to open it. He uses his master key and opens the door, locking it behind him.

"Mya is calming things down out there." Tate walks over and hugs you. You can't stop crying; people have already been texting you hurtful things. Tate takes your phone, so you can stop reading your IG comments which are flooded with hateful words.

"What am I going to do?" You can't stop crying. Your chest is so tight that you begin to hyperventilate.

"Hey, you have to calm down. Think about the baby. Hey!"

Tate's words are muffled together and unheard because of your rapid heartbeat. All you can hear is the blood pulsing. And then everything goes black. When you wake up, you're in a hospital bed with your OB next to you.

"Relax. You're okay. You started having a panic attack. Tate came to get me. I'm taking you off the rest of your shift. Tate is going to take you home." She says. Mya is sitting next to you with an apologetic look. You comply with your OB's ruling. Tate takes you home, and Mya promises to come by after work. When you get home, Tate turns off your cell phone and takes it. You argue that Joe might call, but Tate says he will handle it. George is on high alert because your new address was also leaked. You know that your parents must be blowing up your phone, so you cry yourself to sleep. a few hours later, Tate wakes you up to eat and let you know Joe is on his way home. You refuse to eat, but he drags you from bed downstairs to Mcdonalds on the dining room table. You take a seat, picking at the fries. The front door opens. Joe rushes to you, and you immediately break down. His eyes glare at Tate as he rubs your back. He knows this isn't the time to be jealous, but the thought of someone else comforting you pisses him off.

"I'm going to fix this. I promise."

"Joe, I don't think you can fix this," Helen states, making her presence known. You try to calm down and wipe your eyes.

"There has to be something. I won't deal with the media talking about her like she's a side piece."

"Joe, when you started a relationship with her, she was one. I told you to leak the story first; now the ball is in Nicole's hands. I don't know how you will be able to fix this." Helen looks at you with a frown.

"Sorry to step in on this, but you should come clean about Nicole. Do an interview and tell the truth."Tate says, making everyone turn to him.

"I'm not doing an interview. I never have and never will do one about my personal life. It's no one's business." Joe's intense, and you hold his hand to calm him down.

"The kid is right. This might help clear some things up."

Joe lifts you and takes you upstairs. He doesn't want to hear a thing from anyone else. For the next few days, you hide out with Joe inside your home. Joe misses practice, but he doesn't care. Your health and sanity are far more critical. Today, your parents are coming over, which sends you into a further spiral.

"I don't even know what to say! What were you thinking!" Your mother shouts, pacing the living room. Joe's parents and your father sit quietly to the side while your mother spends the next 10 mins chewing you and Joe out.

"You don't even want to know what the people at my church have been saying about you!" Your mother directs her anger toward you this time.

"Ma'am-"

"Boy, do not even fix those lips to interrupt me. I am speaking to my daughter."

"I understand that, but I'm not going to let you speak to my wife like that." Joe stands up in front of you protectively. Your mother's eyes widen along with everyone else.

"Your what?" Robin speaks up, this time entirely shocked by this news.

"What we did was wrong. I know that. I ended this with Nicole. I know I should have been upfront about everything, but I wasn't. That's on me. I kept telling Cheeks things with Nicole were over, and she believed me. So don't put it all on her. We love each other, and I'm going to be with her. I'm going to marry her. She is the mother of my child and future children. I'm not going to let you or anyone on this Earth disrespect her, ma'am." Joe's words take the room by surprise, and shut your mother up. Your dad coughs. Mr.Burrow comes forward.

"Joe came to me some time ago and told me about them."

"You knew?" Robin's voice is filled with disappointment. Your dad stands up.

"I think we all knew deep down. Look at them. The kid's been in love with my daughter since he was 12. Our daughter has been equally in love with him too. Right now, all we can do is support our children. I don't care what the media or church says about my daughter. Because she is my daughter, and I know her." Your dad kisses your head, and Mr.Burrow nods. Your mother leaves the room, and Robin stares at you and Joe.

"Dad." You whisper, hugging him.

"Your mom will take some time, but she will get over it. You and Joe are adults. What choices you make do not define the whole picture." He says, kissing your head before going off to find your mother. Mr. Burrow pulls Joe away, and Robin finally gets up. She puts her hands on your belly, smiling with tears in her eyes.

"That's my grandbaby."

You nod your head.

"I'm happy. I wish you would have said something to me. You or Joe, but I get it. You're not little kids anymore. No one wants to run to their parents." Robin continues rubbing your belly until your mother comes back. She won't even look at you. You don't blame her. Your mother grabs her things and leaves with your father behind her. Joe's parents stay awhile talking to the both of you; they leave an hour later when Helen comes.

"So here's the thing we need to take this thing head on."

"What are our options?" You ask, biting your lip.

"Interviews. You need to do one or Joe." She says, staring at you. You look at Joe for an answer.

"I can't. Doing an interview like this is too personal. There's nothing else?" Joe stands, running his hand through his hair. He's flustered and pissed, so you try your best to keep him calm by holding his hand.

"I-I'll do it." You whisper. It's been days since you've heard your own voice outside of crying. Joe shakes his head.

"I'll do it. Baby, I want you to rest. You don't need to be in front of the camera for them to ridicule you even more. I will come clean about everything."

"This is good. You two need to go out on a date. Show the world how in love you guys are. Your parents need to be on board with this too. A family outing. That's good." Helen claps at her brilliant plan. You give Joe an uneasy look. There is no way your mother would agree to this. Helen tells Joe she will take care of the interview and let him know when it is all set. The object is to get in front of the TV before Nicole. After Helen leaves, you're left alone with Joe. There hasn't been much talking between you two since the story broke up. Joe follows you to the bedroom, contemplating what to say. You sit on the bed staring out the window. Joe squats in front of you, rubbing your legs.

"I'm sorry about all of this. I should have ended things with Nicole right away. Talk to me. Please?" He begs. Your eyes look down at him, but you can't bring yourself to acknowledge his words.

"I need to go to work." This is your only response. You push his hands off your legs and walk to the bathroom. Joe stands up and follows you, but you slam the door in his face. You know you have no right to be mad. This is just as much your fault as his. But it hurts, and being pregnant fuels every little emotion inside you. So the only way you know how to cope is to ignore Joe and go to work, burying yourself in something you love.

You don't know why you thought work would be the best place to be because half the staff keeps asking you questions. People you've never met from the other departments. Tate protects you from most of their comments and questions, threatening to beat them up.

"Mr.Cove? Tell me where the pain is?" You ask, checking on a patient.

"Uhh, my right."

You look at the chart, which said his left side was the trouble area.

"Your right?" You question, walking to the other side of the bed.

"Yeah. I think. I need to ask you a question."

"What's up?" You ask, lifting his shirt.

"How long was the affair with Jie Burrow, and is that his child?" The man asks, pulling a tape recorder out of his pocket. You smack it out of his hand and call security.

"Come on! The silence is killing everyone! It has to be his child, right?" The guy shouts as security removes him. You return to the office, where you find Mike and the Hospital Director, Max. The board called a meeting to determine if you are eligible to remain head of the ED. You stand in the room watching everyone vote.

"All in favor of removing her as head of the ED? Raise your hands." Elaine says. Seven out of nine people raise their hands. Max looks around the room, shocked.

"We don't have a choice. The scandal will only cause further donations to stop. We're sorry. Mike will be named head immediately." Elaine states.

"What we do in our personal lives has nothing to do with work. She has worked her ass off-"

"Max, it's fine. I'll get going." You whisper, walking out. Mike wears a big victory smile. You don't burst into tears until you get home. Joe pulls you into a hug apologizing again. He was going to practice but said he would miss it and stay with you. You shake your head.

"I'll be okay. Quinn is coming this evening. Go to practice. you missed enough days." You whisper. Joe kisses your lips and grabs his bags. At practice, not much is said to him about the scandal. Everyone is focused on going to the championship and then the Superbowl. In the locker room, Ja'Marr sits beside Joe, shaking his head.

"How's Cheeks?"

"Not good." Joe looks down at his phone. Helen was able to get him an interview for 20/20.

"If there is anything we can do, let me know. It's really shitty how Nicole went about this. Like there is no way she didn't know the story was coming out." Ja'Marr says. Joe nods his head.

"Good looking out. Right now, Cheeks is struggling. They fired her from the head of ED."

"That's crazy. She's an amazing doctor." Sam chimes in. Joe nods his head. Dj walks by, not saying a word but making sure Joe hears him chuckling. Joe stands up, and Ja'Marr jumps and stands before him.

"Don't let him get to you. Focus on taking care of Cheeks and getting this ring." Ja'Marr tells him. Joe grabs his things and leaves the locker room. Leaning on his car is a young woman.

"I'm not answering any questions. Get off my car." Joe says, throwing his bag in the backseat.

"I didn't want things to get like this, Joe. It was honestly a huge mistake. I just wanted things with you and Nicole to be over. I thought she would end things. And the other girl, I thought if I scared her, she would stop too. I'm sorry."

"What? Who are you?"

"Your biggest fan. Here this is for you." She tries to hand Joe an envelope, but Joe reaches over to grab her hood. The girl drops the envelope and runs. Joe picks it up and empties the content in his hands. Inside are photos of DJ and Nicole from when he first got drafted. Joe looks around for the girl but can't find her when he gets home. Quinn is in the kitchen for the first time in days; he hears your laughter. Joe walks in and leans against the door frame watching you and Quinn.

"Joseph!" She waves him over. Joe stands behind you, rubbing your belly. You lean to the side so he can kiss your cheek.

"How are my babies?" He whispers into your ear. You nod. You were actually feeling better because of Quinn. Dr. Brian called you, telling you it wouldn't let this slide and would have it handled by Monday. Quinn walks away to answer a phone call, and Joe tells you about the interview. He shows you the photos of Nicole and DJ. You place the photos down on the counter.

"So this all came from that stalker. Your fan. Joe, that's scary. What did they want from this?"

"Me to be single, I guess. I didn't look at her face well, but I think we'll be okay right now. I will figure something out about it next week." Joe holds you and sighs. He asks you what he should do with the pictures. You tell him not to leak it. You don't want to fight dirty with Nicole. The next day you build up the strength to speak with your mother. She sits across from you while your father and Quinn stay in the kitchen.

"I don't hate you. I'm not mad, just disappointed. Everyone is saying such nasty things about you. They called you the new age Monica Lewinsky." Your mother shakes her head. You try to cover your laugh, but you can't. You start laughing hysterically. Your mother looks at you like you have two heads and laughs. Both of you are laughing so much that tears are rolling down your faces.

"Monica? That is the funniest thing I have ever heard." You wipe your eyes, and your mother smiles. She stands up and takes a seat next to you.

"I had to say unholy things to the women at the church. I will never let anyone disrespect my baby or my grandchild. I love you both so much, and Joseph. If you are happy, all I can do is support you. I hope you learned from your mistake."

"I mean, I have the man of my dreams. I don't plan on cheating or being a side piece again."

Your mother frowns.

"Don't talk about yourself like that."

"Mom, it's true. I've come to terms with what our relationship was. But we're past that, so we will focus on our family now and growing." You rub your belly, wearing a big smile. Your mother kisses your head and rubs your belly. Your father joins you with Quinn. Before you know it, Friday arrives. You and Joe have been seen out and about without a care in the world of what people think. While in LA for the interview, Paparazzi followed you guys, and you did your best to ignore them and their questions. You sat behind the scenes watching Joe sit across from the host.

"So, How about you tell us about her? Just the story between you two."

Joe smiles.

"We met in 6th grade during this meet new sixth graders event. She is allergic to bees, so when I met her, her face was swollen. She had just got stung by a bee. That's where the nickname Cheeks came from. In the back of my mind, I've always loved her since that moment. I couldn't really put my feelings into words." Joe chuckles.

"But you knew it was love. You guys dated?"

"We dated in college, yeah. We broke up because I went on to LSU, and she stayed to start her internship. We just kind of fell apart after the breakup."

"So things with Nicole. Why cheat?"

Joe sighs. This was hard for him; you knew it and gave him an encouraging smile.

"I wanted to end things with Nicole, but she was going through a lot, so I didn't want to add to the heartache. In the long run, I was a fool for that. I hurt both women in the process. I've apologized to Nicole many times. I completely understand if she doesn't accept my apology." Joe states. You told him not to bring up Nicole's threats because it would only look bad on his part. To the world, Nicole is the only victim. Joe continues answering every question thrown at him. He responds with honesty and with ease. It warms your heart every time he talks about you and his daughter.

"I'm excited to be a father. I'm excited to marry my first love, and I'm excited about everything in the future."

"What would you like to say to the fans who feel like you've let them down?"

"I would like to say I'm sorry. At the end of the day, I am a human, and I have flaws. I love this woman, and that is not one of my flaws, and I would like everything to pass and to move on. I know it will take some time for people to forgive me, but I am working on being a better man." Joe's words are soft-spoken.

"Anything you want to end on?"

"Cheeks, I love you. I'm sorry that you have to go through all of this because of me, but if I had to do it again, I would love you each and every time. In every life, In every world. I promise I will find you and love you every time." Joe is now looking at you. You wipe your tears and whisper you love him back. The guy ends the interview and shakes Joe's hand wishing him the best of luck. When Joe takes off his mic and makes his way over to you, you waddle as fast as you can to him, meeting him halfway and kissing him with so much love and passion. Everyone in the room smiles, looking on.

"I love you so much." You cry. Joe smiles in between kisses.

"Yeah? Enough to marry me tonight?" He asks. You nod your head.

"But My parents and-"

"Already handled that," Quinn says, showing her phone. You guys finish up on set and leave for a tiny little chapel where Joe's parents and your parents are waiting. Fran and Quinn stand to the side as you walk down the aisle. And in that tiny little chapel, you guys get married. You guys fly back to Cincinnati so Joe can get ready for his game. After the interview, people seem to have a better picture of you and Joe. And the weeks go by quieter than that scandal-breaking week. Joe is going to the Superbowl, and everyone is in a better place. Nicole does an interview that doesn't add on to your hate but doesn't make people like you more. But recently, you've come to terms with not caring about the outside world's opinion about you or Joe. You post Joe all over your IG and limit the comment sections for your mental health, and so Joe doesn't start cursing people out because he has twice already on his backup, of course. Joe posted you one time on his story, and the majority of people loved it; maybe because you are pregnant, no one wants to bully a pregnant person.

The night before the Superbowl, Joe's attention is focused on the game, which is driving you crazy. You'll be nine months soon, and your hormones have been through the roof, so you sit on his lap, cockwarming him. Joe rubs your back and turns rewinds the play. You want to move badly, but Joe only allowed you in this position if you stayed like that for 30 minutes. You shift, causing him to groan.

"Has it been 30 mins?" You whine. Joe kisses your neck.

"It's only been 10 mins, baby. Stop." Joe warns, his voice getting deep. You smirk and shift in his lap again. Your belly was preventing you from being close to him.

"You've been studying this same footage all week. Philly this, Philly that. fuck me right now." You moan, circling your hips. Joe groans and presses pause. He holds your hips and starts bouncing you on his cock.

"You are so needy, Cheeks. Begging me all week to fuck this pretty little pussy. Why?"

"I miss-mm-mm you." You moan, stuttering, when Joe's tip touches your cervix. Joe speeds up, bouncing you on his lap like a rag doll. You take every inch and begin sobbing as you feel your walls breaking; an orgasm follows after.

"Feels good. So good." You cry as you cum on his dick. Joe smirks and lifts you with his dick still inside of you. he carries you to the bed holding your legs up as he fucks you into the mattress. You awakened a monster because you knew before a big game Joe enjoyed fucking pretty much all night. During college, he would fuck you all night only to wake you right before 6 am practice to fuck you again. And just like college Joe takes you all night, but this time he lets you sleep in, cooking you breakfast in the morning.

"Nervous for tonight?"

"A little, but I have a good feeling," Joe says as his phone rings. You look at the name. Both of you are shocked.

"Nicole?" Joe answers, putting it on speaker.

"I just wanted to wish you good luck."

"Thanks," Joe replies. The line is quiet.

"Why didn't you leak anything about my bullying or my threats? Why would you take all the heat? You found out about me and DJ, right? I mean, it was only twice better than what you did to me."

"It wasn't worth it. I hurt you, and I was going to pay for it. Whatever happens next for you is on you. You can't live your life being nasty to everyone you meet." Joe answers. Nicole is quiet again.

"I hate you, and I don't think I will ever get over how you made me feel, but I hope you win."

"Thanks. Goodbye, Nicole." Joe ends the call and gives you a what the fuck look. You laugh and lay back on your bed. Joe kisses your naked body before picking you up to shower with him. After the shower, you dress and get ready to meet his parents for lunch and game time. Quinn sits next to you as you get ready to cheer Joe on. He finds you in the crowd and blows you kisses during warm-ups. The game is neck and neck, with the Eagles scoring, then the Bengals. Usher is the halftime performance, and you and Quinn lose your mind during the set. During the third quarter, you start to feel uneasy and slight pain.

"Are you okay?" Robin asks with a worried expression. You nod, but then another pain rips through your belly.

"Something is wrong with the baby." You cry, buckling over. Quinn jumps up.

"Honey, you stay here. Quinn and I will take her to the medical unit." Robin says, helping you out of the area. From the Medical unit, you are sent directly to the hospital.

"You're going to have to baby today or the wee hours of tomorrow."

"But I'm not due until the end of February. I really can't have the baby. Joe's playing. I can't give birth." You cry. Robin holds your hand, trying to get you to calm down.

"You are in the right time frame to give birth, and your blood pressure is very high, so the best thing to do is to induce labor." The doctor says. You nod your head.

"Can you at least turn on the game?"

"Of course. Let's get you started." The doctor says, leaving. Robin calls Joe's dad to tell him the news. Your mother and father hop on the first flight to Vegas. They induce labor as you sit there watching Joe battle for his ring.

"Ouch! I need the-"

"On it!" Quinn jumps up to get the nurse. You find out you are 7 centimeters dilated and ask for an epidural. After you get it, you are doing much better and can enjoy the game.

"Touchdown!" You, Robin, and Quinn shout as Ja'marr scores a touching putting the Bengals in the lead with only 30 seconds left in the game. Joe goes off the field feeling amazing. He watches the next 30 seconds praying for the defense to hold it down. And they do. The Bengals win 24-14. Joe cheers with his teammates, forgetting to look into the crowd. A few people grab him for an interview. Helen grabs him before he can get caught up.

"She's going to be giving birth soon. You need to go!" She shouts, smiling. Joe looks at the crowd and doesn't see you. He takes off his pads and sprints to the back. Joe gets to the hospital in record time.

"You did it!" You shout. Joe kisses your lips.

"Today? We're having a baby today?" He asks. His mother nods her head.

"I'm dilating pretty fast. Joella is ready to come out and see us."

Joe doesn't leave your side for the rest of the night, and at 5:15 am, you give birth to a healthy baby girl. Joe tries to hide his tears, but he can't stay calm. When he makes skin-to-skin contact, he breaks down. You cry, staring at your husband holding your daughter.

A/N: Well lol This chapter is blah! But I hope it was decent enough. I'm sorry if it sucked! If you guys wanted more drama sometimes I hate dragging the story out too long and I felt it was time to wrap it up! There will be a short follow-up chapter! For sure! What kind of series would you guys like to see after this?

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[gabessquishytum]

Sorry in advance if this is weird, but pregnant omega warprize!Hob just won't leave me alone. I just can't stop thinking about him giving birth. What would their society dictate? Is just like any other medieval royal mechanism and Dream is expected to stay away? Because then I have the image of Dream sitting somewhere farthest of it as possible, because he knows, he KNOWS he's not supposed to, but the whole castle is flooded with Hob's distress pheromones and he's just whiteknuckling his way through it, biting his cheek, and it has been a whole day already and he's so worried... He is king, he should have better self control, but he's an absolute mess.

But then. But then one of the nurses comes running and excuses herself a thousand times, and she knows it's unusual, and never drive before, but could he please come right the fuck now?

Because it turns out that Hob is in transition and they desperately need to check him, but Hob just... won't let them. He bites or kicks anyone that comes near and he's so deep in it mentally that all he can manage between animal screams of pressure and pain is Dream's name.

So of course he goes (runs, the castle staff swears he flew) and there's Hob on all fours, the doctor all terrified, standing around the bed. And then Dream's smell hits Hob and he just starts crying from relief, he was so scared and so alone and now his mate is here thank god, and he's so glad that his body relaxes and starts pushing on his own.

And Dream might not have been there to see him through the worst, but he's here to see his child come into the world and reassure Hob at the end.

Alternatively Dream wanders the castle aimlessly and at the first whiff of a strained grunt (nothing bad yet, it's still early) from Hob he kicks down the door and orders everyone to shut up about it. Maybe get him some coffee. What do you mean he needs to rest, does HOB get to rest?! No?! Then chop chop, be quick about it.

Dream massaging Hob's back between contractions. Dream praising Hob at every turn even if he curses him. The head of the kingdom offering his forearm as a chewtoy for the first few contractions during pushing because the staff wasn't quick enough to bring something else. Dream ordering the Doctors to tell him what to do unless it's an emergency, because Hob is fucking HIS and nobody's allowed to touch him except him when he's this distressed and vulnerable. Yeah.

(again, apologies if this is too weird for you.)

(is 🦒 already taken?)

I'm always up for a horny birth scenario! Welcome to the family, 🦒 anon!

Love the idea of Hob going a lil bit feral when he's in labour, because Holy Shit why wouldn't he? It hurts so much and he's totally overwhelmed with hormones, he doesn't want to be touched by anyone ever again... and then in comes Dream and for a moment, everything is better. Hob still wants to BITE and SCRATCH but only a little bit. Dream can touch him, if he doesn't mind being sworn at.

The doctors have attempted to tell Hob how he ought to be positioning himself but he tells them to fuck right off, he's seen plenty of pups delivered back in his home country and he knows what he's doing. He moves around a LOT and Dream just follows him and tries to provide as much comfort as he can in the circumstances. He really just wishes that he could be the one doing the labour for Hob. It's his dick that got them into all this trouble, after all.

Hob eventually delivers their beautiful daughter right into Dream’s arms, somewhere around midnight. She takes over the screaming duties and the servants finally try to get Dream out of the room, but he's going nowhere. He gets Hob all nice and cleaned up and makes sure that their pup is resting on his chest as soon as possible.

Hob’s pheromones are going crazy and he hardly even feels the pain of the birth as he lies in Dream’s arms. He's a little embarrassed that Dream saw him Like That - and mortified by the big bite mark on the king’s pale wrist. Hob doesn't even remember doing that, oops. Still he's snuggled up to Dream now, instinct making him gently lick Dream’s neck, while their pup gurgles happily after her very first feed.

Is Dream already thinking about the next pup? Of course. He wants to give Hob as much time as possible to recover but God he's gonna miss seeing his mate good and pregnant. Plus, Hob’s postpartum body is about to drive him absolutely wild with lust... it's going to be very hard to resist his omega in the next few months <3

[jelzorz]

170.

Claudia works in the gardens these days.

Personally, she thinks she got off easy. She knows what she did and what it cost, knows that if she were anyone else there might have been a cell waiting for her, and even that would have been a light sentence compared to what it should have been, but the argument is that there are other uses for her. She knows too much about plants—how to dry them, how to brew them, which ones and which parts to use to ward off fevers and ease pain. Things she picked up from Terry, she supposes, and from the books her father used to make her read in her youth.

It's a little like dark magic, and at the same time not. It's life that gives life, it's knowing which parts do what, but it's knowing the cost and using it to heal, not to hurt. It's a far cry from what she used to be: a nobleman's daughter, with all of its titles and comforts: the well-fitted dresses, the clean hands, the luxury of working at a desk, and steadiness of her future. The maids used to curtsey to her when the brought up her tea, their eyes down and hands folded, their voices quiet an polite, and now she is one of them, dirt under her fingernails and all.

It doesn't matter. Her back aches and there is sweat on her brow, but it's certainly better than being dead. She misses the luxuries sometimes, but she still gets to live at the castle, and she still gets to see Soren, and Ezran even comes to join her at times so it's not all bad. Not really. It's what he's doing today.

"This isn't super king-like," she says. It's the middle of summer. The air is humid and the heat of the sun is sharp on her skin, and Claudia is working on her knees in the far end of the gardens and planting flowers she knows the bees like. Ezran works beside her, dirt stained hands brushing hers. "It's not your job to get your hands dirty like this."

He shrugs. "Everyone has to get their hands dirty at some point," he says. It comes off a little cryptically and Claudia wonders if there's something happening in court that's bothering him.

She scoffs. "Don't I know it?" she says, wriggling her fingers and trying to pass it off as a joke.

He doesn't laugh and she presses her lips shut.

"Is everything okay?"

"Hm? Oh." He chuckles then, a little sheepish. "Yeah. Just council stuff. There are... things I have to do that I never thought I'd have to and it... doesn't feel good."

"Ah yeah." Claudia looks away from and stares at her hands. Sometimes, after bad weather, the silt on the side of the castle closer to the cliffs turns red and stains her fingers red in a way that makes her want to scrub them raw. "I get that. Sometimes it's... just what you have to do."

Ezran says nothing. Then the lunch bell rings in the distance and he gets up with a huff. "There's some stuff going on in Lux Aurea," he admits. "They need more of our troops but... we're spread pretty thin right now. If I send soldiers, it'd only be because it's Aunt Amaya and Aunt Janai asking, and it'd be our soldiers risking their lives for something we're not even involved in, but if I say no, there are people in Lux Aurea who are going to die."

"Mm," says Claudia, ducking her head. This is council stuff, high level security stuff that she absolutely should not be hearing, but Ez talks about it anyway, seeking counsel from someone outside of it all—from someone that isn't Callum.

"Is it supposed to get easier?" he wonders, holding a hand out to her to help her up too. "I just want to be a good king," he murmurs. "I want to help people, but it feels like one way or another, I'm gonna end up with other people's blood on my hands."

"Mm," says Claudia again. He tugs her up, and it does not escape her notice that he doesn't let go right away. "I can't answer that for you Ez," she murmurs after a moment. "I've done worse things than you, y'know? But... if you're gonna ask me, then I think you just have to do what you believe in your heart is right. You're doing your best, and at the end of the day..." She runs a thumb across his knuckles, clearing them of dirt clinging to his skin, and smiles. "These look pretty clean to me."

[siriannatan]

Scratches, Tattoos and Red Roses

I remembered I once wrote a similar one shot, re-read it, and decided to try writing a longer fic. Might be more than 3 chapters but that's the plan for the moment.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55860592/chapters/141836842

Jimmy was an absolute mess. He knew it but couldn't be bothered as he knelt on the living room floor. Sobbing uncontrollably over a tangled mess of bandages. Sweater he bought in a hurry due to rain was long forgotten by the door but the damage it caused to his arms was still there. Long angry, red lines five minutes off from bleeding.

Not that he cared as he scratched his neck. He was far too upset to care about anything. What was he supposed to say to Scott and fWhip when they're back? He couldn't tell them what happened at his outing with his brothers. Not after he insisted on going after they tried to convince him it was a bad idea. It was actually a terrible idea.

He was so busy feeling bad for himself and crying he didn't realize Scott was home until all he could see was his perfectly white button up. “Hush, it's all okay, I'm home, will fix your arms in just a second,” Scott said gently as he cradled Jimmy. Who just cried harder, grabbing at Scott's shirt. “Let it all out, don't worry about my stupid shirt,” Scott chuckled as Jimmy tried to pull back once he realized he was likely running one of Scott's work shirts.

“But…” Jimmy started but got gently shushed.

“No buts, I got more,” Scott shook his head. Jimmy felt it more than saw it. “I'll check if…”

“I'm hom… oh my god, Jimmy are you okay?” fWhip said as soon as he walked in. Soaked from driving a motorbike in the rain.

“Better now,” Jimmy nodded, sitting back to let Scott look over his arms. “I kind of stormed out of the coffee shop and forgot my sweater…” he gave the simplest explanation. He didn't want to give any more details if he could help it.

Scott nodded. “fWhip dear, please go shower before you catch something,” he told fWhip with a stern look.

fWhip sighed. “Fine, but I'm making dinner, you'll need to get out of the suit eventually, no?”

Scott agreed so after giving both Jimmy and Scott a kiss fWhip went upstairs to shower and change.

Jimmy watched in silence, after taking his shirt off, as Scott gently cleaned his arms and neck with disinfectant before applying spray to calm the rashes. “What did they do this time?” Scott asked as he moved to the bandages.

“I don't want to talk about it,” Jimmy tried to avoid the topic but Scott just gave him a stern look. He really wanted to know.

“Should I call Lizzie so she can grill Joel about it?” He asked and Jimmy sighed. There was no doubt Scott would do it.

“They tried to set me up on a date with some friend of Grian, I told them I'm perfectly happy with you and stormed off,” Jimmy shrugged. His oh so lovely brothers had no clue about fWhip. “I'm fine now, no hate on the guy, he had no clue I was seeing anyone,” he quickly added before Scott could ask who.

“Who was it?” fWhip asked as he walked down the stairs. “A co-worker was out longer for lunch, and then said something about a messed up blind date,” he added, arms crossed over his chest. “And fresh shirt,” he added as Scott finished the bandages with tiny kisses to Jimmy's wrists.

“Tango,” Jimmy admitted with a sigh. How many other blind dates could have happened today? “But it's not his fault, he had no clue I'm taken, please don't be mean to him.”

“Just for you I won't,” fWhip sighed. “I think I avoided Gem enough, we should just date officially,” he offered as Scott was about to go change.

“Are you sure? You always said she's… a bit protective,” Scott asked, just to be sure.

“Her protectiveness goes the other way to Grian and Joel's so it'll be all fine, she'll love you both,” fWhip assured as he helped Jimmy stand up. “Go change CEO-boy,” he chuckled and Scott went upstairs with a chuckle, and all the medical supplies.

Jimmy smiled at the idea but didn't say anything, just yawned. “Can I help in ANY way?” He asked as he followed fWhip to the kitchen despite being told to just sit on the couch.

“Be pretty?” fWhip grinned as he pulled out some leftover he planned to repurpose with some wraps. “Fine, you can make tea and set the table,” he quickly bed under Jimmy's pout.

Jimmy gladly did that even if he wished he was trusted doing more than reheating leftovers when his boyfriends were at work. He just got rashes and bruises easily. He could cook. Well… Scott and fWhip did cook pretty well too. Maybe one day he could surprise them?

“You two spoil me too much,” Jimmy complained once he ran out of things fWhip would let him help with.

“I'd say we don't spoil you enough if you still want to help,” Scott announced he's back. In plain white t-shirt and light blue shorts. Jimmy pouted at him.

“You do remember that I'm perfectly capable of cooking?” He grumbled, and gave Scott an unimpressed side eye.

Scott nodded in agreement as fWhip announced dinner was ready. Jimmy ate mostly in silence as fWhip and Scott planned a shopping list. Their fridge was almost empty. Luckily they both had a day off on Saturday so all three of them could go grocery shopping together. And to pick up more bandages and Jimmy's prescription.

“Did you remember to take a day off on Tuesday for the optometrist appointment?” Jimmy asked fWhip. He only made an appointment because Jimmy bothered him about it.

“I did, don't worry,” fWhip rolled his eyes but did smile. Jimmy nodded with a huff before another sip of his juice.

“I'm sure you'll look cute in glasses,” Scott tried to lift fWhip's mood. “While we're at appointments, we're still good on Friday?” Scott was talking to fWhip about getting a tattoo done by him for weeks now. Sadly Jimmy couldn't get one due to his condition but fully supported his boyfriends.

“Of course. Would you like to come along?” fWhip asked Jimmy. “Hold Scott's hand and stuff,” he chuckled, grimacing as Scott kicked him under the table.

“Umm… would Tango be around? O don't blame him for anything just…” Jimmy mumbled nervously.

“I think he's working then, but I can ask him, I promise I'll be nice, to not go to the lobby when you two arrive?” fWhip offered.

“No need I'll be fine,I just wanted to know to, you know, prepare myself mentally,” Jimmy shook his head but had a feeling fWhip would be talking to Tango.

“Mhm… oh wait. There's a chance I'll need to be at the studio on Tuesday, just a couple hours to cover for Cleo,” fWhip suddenly remembered and pulled his phone out to scroll for a particular message. “I'll be off before the appointment, I promise.”

“I can drive you in the morning,” Jimmy didn't protest at all. He was kind of excited to be recognised not only as Scott's boyfriend but also fWhip's.

“Aww, you two are going to have a cute date while I'll be stuck at the office, not fair,” Scott faked a pout.

“We'll get you a souvenir,” Jimmy chuckled. And they say he's the cute one.

Scott laughed at that and requested a cake. Jimmy was more than okay with a cake. If he could get fWhip in on his plan then even better.

When Jimmy woke up the next morning, finally fully rested and relaxed, it was just him and still sleeping fWhip. Scott must have been out jogging. Good for him, Jimmy thought as he glared at the new red marks on his arms. There were no doubt more hidden by the sheets. He just sighed and hugged fWhip. It wasn't that bad. In the past he'd wake up with bloodied sheets.

“Hmm, mornin’,” fWhip murmured into Jimmy's shirt. His morning voice was pretty nice. Heavy and gravely. Jimmy was only willing to share it with Scott. Not that he was often long enough in bed to hear it. “Sleep well?” He asked and yawned.

“Morning to you too, I slept great, would be even nicer if someone was here to cuddle with us,” Jimmy sighed in faked disappointment. Mostly faked. He understood why Scott was so set on keeping his exercise regiment but still sometimes wishes he'd stay in bed longer.

He could faintly hear the front door open and close. Scott was back. “We should get up,” fWhip sighed and sat up. Jimmy allowed himself a moment to marvel at the ink lines of the roses on fWhip's arms and surrounding the rib cage perfectly matching his, shift and move as fWhip did. “Should I carry you downstairs?” fWhip chuckled.

“I don't know, maybe?” Jimmy grinned. Scott wouldn't be too happy but it'd be fun. And it wasn't like he believed fWhip would do it.

Not that he got a chance to. “Aren't you two cute,” Scott chuckled as he saw Jimmy draped over fWhip. Both still in bed.

“You could be cute with us from time to time, you knoooow,” fWhip’s pretend hurt dissolved into a yawn. “Come on, Jim, breakfast and then shower,” he said while gently patting Jimmy's thigh. He just mumbles something between yawns but did follow fWhip downstairs as Scott showered first.

fWhip made them pancakes. From Scott's homemade mix. Jimmy made their coffee, humming along to the radio playing quietly in the background between yawns.

Breakfast and a shower followed by Scott redoing the bandages woke Jimmy up somewhat. “How's work?” He asked, watching Scott's fingers deftly work with the bandage.

“Good, few clients are being difficult and complain about everything but we got them handled,” Scott hummed looking up for a second. “Something bothering you?”

“No, just… curious. Don't you sometimes miss not being the guy in charge?”

“Not really, I don't have to listen to clients complain, just filter some emails that should have been sent to a different department,” Scott shrugged. Jimmy smiled. He liked seeing his boyfriends be happy. “What about you? Are you bored while we're at work?”

Jimmy hummed. “Not really, I know how to keep busy. Like do some light cleaning, laundry and stuff. Nothing that would irritate my skin but… I'm happy if that's what you're wondering,” he smiled and stole a kiss.

“Wow, I think I'll melt from the cuteness,” fWhip was back from the shower with a grin. “What got you two so clingy?”

“Nothing, I just love you two a lot,” Jimmy grinned at him.

“All done,” Scott announced and passed Jimmy a shirt. He dutifully got it on, followed by a cardigan. All picked out by Scott.

“If you ever get bored of being CEO and architecture you could try fashion,” Jimmy mused with fWhip nodding in agreement.

“Yeah, yeah, but for now we have places to be,” Scott rolled his eyes but a fond smile was tugging on his lips.

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Signore

(Explicit content/Mature)Reader has been working for Bruno, slowly developing a crush on him, not knowing that feelings might be mutual. However after a rough day Bruno has asked her to stay with him for the night.

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Its been 3 months since I started working for Bruno, or rather since he saved me from a rough financial situation and offered me money for simple chores. Just as he needed someone to take care of his mansion, I needed money. It was a simple job, really. I was supposed to come at his house every workday morning, clean and leave, usually at evening.

In the beginning I didn't know what Bruno did for a living, but he was a kind enough man. He wouldn't rush me, boss me around or ever yell at me. He was sweet enough to make lunch instead of me, calling me to dine together with him. He is a good cook, and during that time simple small talk turned into deeper conversations, something more meaningful. It was our special time, where I would take a break from cleaning, and he would take a break from a day of hard work.

At first I sat awkwardly, not knowing what to say to this man. But he was kind and welcoming enough and he asked questions that made him seem like he cared. I told him about my life when we first met, but during those meals was the first time I said it in details. Bruno seemed agitated, his usual gentle and stable demeanour was replaced by a worried, almost anxious one. I could see subtle changes in his expressions, the way his brows slightly furrowed, his jaw tightened and the way he avoided eye contact for second as if he needed a moment to compose himself. It seemed to me as if I saw his eyes water, but just for a brief second. Then he put on a slight smile and got back to his calming self and comforted me.

After this his behaviour towards me became even sweeter. He would ask about how I was doing, or if I was hungry, if my work was too exhausting, if I needed a break, if I needed money and if I needed someone, a shoulder to cry on. At first I wasn't sure if this was only out of pity. But we grew closer, I found out more about him, about his tough childhood, the divorce of his parents, and the first time he had killed a man.

He finally told me what he does for a living, and how come he has so much money for a mansion and a maid to clean it. When I heard it at first I was rightfully scared. But he was always too caring to be a cold hearted killer so I knew he wouldn't hurt me. As time passed he made feel like I finally had a safe space. A place where I could go and be at ease and not think about troubles of rent, a leaky roof and debts. Therefore I couldn't turn away from him, even after his confession. I have cleaned his blood stained shirts, without a question. I wasn't afraid of him.

Often he was home while I was working, but even if he wasn't he would still come back for lunch most of the time. I always greeted him warmly, with a hug and a big smile. Deep down I held this little secret that I actually loved it, I loved being in his arms and in his presence, more than I should. Then after a hug he would rush to make food. Lunch was always our special time, but we started talking even when I would work. He always at least make me company even when he had a job to do. That's how, day by day he became someone who I spent most of my time with, and someone who I thought about almost every second of the day.

Today was a normal day. I came to Bruno's house in the morning. I cleaned the house meticulously. It was around noon when I heard the door open. My whole face lit up and I ran up to the door to greet Bruno. I almost jumped to hug him. He caught me and held me tightly by the waist, hugging me.

"You're home" I said excitedly as I buried my face in his shoulder

"I'm glad to be back".

"Was today rough?" I asked with a hint of worry.

"It was a bit stressful," he replied, with a serious face "don't worry about it" he added in a hurry

"Are you sure about that?" I asked back, with clear concern showing on my face, pulling away from the hug completely.

"I'm fine now that I'm back" he replied with I smile, but I could tell it was a bit forced.

He didn't give me the chance to reply as he made his way towards the kitchen to make lunch. I carried away with my cleaning, but I was uneasy. He usually wasn't this distant. Something must have happened, but from the way he avoided answering he clearly didn't want to talk about it. I was always a little sensitive to his mannerisms. His distance distressed me. But as I was cleaning his living room, lost in my head, he called for lunch.

I left my chores, leaving the cloth and the mop on the floor beside the wall and cautiously went to the dinning room. As I was walking, my mind raced, was Bruno in a bad mood? I wasn't even sure if he wanted me there. He called out again and I started walking faster until I arrived. Lunch was on the table, ready. It was pasta carbonara, nothing too special or difficult to make but Bruno always made it delicious. He looked at me but quickly his gaze went to the food presented on the table. He didn't say anything, it was chillingly quiet.

The creaking of a chair being dragged on the floor broke the silence. He pulled out a chair for me, then lifted his gaze, looking at me deeply. "Have a seat, bella" he said in a quiet, raspy voice. Something was indeed bothering him. It was the voice a person uses when they are in deep distress, when they are so tensed up their voice changes. I simply nodded in response, feeling uneasy and sat down as he told me to. My mind started overthinking again.

I took a seat and pushed my chair to the table. I turned my head to look at him and smiled. He briefly smiled back and walked over to his seat. He poured the pasta into our plates and quickly started eating. I started eating too and avoided looking at him and as I quickly glanced up I noticed he was avoiding me too. Now I knew for sure that he was in a bad mood. He was never like this. He always talked to me, looked at me, paid attention to me. I didn't like this.

"The food tastes good." I awkwardly tried to start a conversation. "Thank you, Signore."

"I'm glad you like it, bella." He said politely, but a small smile escaped from his lips, revealing that he was still glad to be here despite being in a bad mood. "I'll do the dishes." He added. He put his gaze back onto his plate and focused on eating again. We ate in silence which was uncommon. That made me anxious. I forced myself to finish the plate, looking down throughout the whole meal.

Bruno finished first and waited for me to empty my plate. He turned sideways looking at the living room. While eating I occasionally glanced at him. Finally after a few minutes I finished eating too, which caused Bruno to immediately turn towards me and nod with a smile. He took both of our plates and the pot and carried it to the kitchen that was connected to the dining room. He carefully placed them in the sink, eyes not leaving the dishes. Afterwards, he turned to me and quickly approached my seat. I waited for him to pull my chair like he always insisted on doing. There was no need to say anything. He stood beside my chair and gently pulled it from the table.

"Here you go." he said in a deep voice and I stood up, my face turned to the side.

"Thank you, Signore." I said quietly and immediately got back to work. After an hour of cleaning my job was done. I was supposed to go home, but it was getting cloudy and rain started falling. I went to the living room where Bruno was watching TV. I started swiping the dust from the shelf besides the TV, trying not to block his view. I cleaned to buy some time in hopes that the rain will stop soon and that I will be able to go home. I knew that when I get home there will probably be a pond from the leaky roof waiting for me. What made me more anxious is Bruno's attitude today. Will he even call me tomorrow?

As I polished the shelf nervously I turned around to see if I was blocking Bruno's view, but instead I saw his blue eyes fixated on me. My heart started beating faster and I turned back to the shelf so that he won't see my embarrassed smile. The sound of rain started getting heavier and I could hear distant thunder. I cleaned all the dust from the shelf, but didn't know what else to do and felt awkward about just going around and cleaning random objects so I continued cleaning the shelf, pretending that there was still some dust.

Suddenly there was a loud thunder strike and I flinched. I was afraid of thunderstorms. Bruno chuckled and turned off the TV.

"Come sit down." he said calmly. I nodded and turned away from the shelf to sit besides him on the couch.

"Are you scared of the thunder?" he asked, breaking the silence.

I turned to him and nodded, embarrassed. "Yes…well you know sudden loud sounds, can't really say that I like them. I know its dumb." I said, admitting unwillingly.

Bruno sat beside me with a glass of wine, his way of relaxing. He held his glass elegantly in the hand further from me, and raised his eyebrows, looking at me amused. He smiled briefly, caringly and parted his lips as if to say something. He looked away, and raised his head to look up. "Well, how about you stay here?" he said confidently. The question took me off-guard. I was completely surprised. I never stayed overtime.

"No need to get embarrassed about it, bella, fear of thunderstorms are normal…and I'd be lying if I didn't admit that it was adorable." he added.

I was still stunned and didn't reply. He finally turned his head to me and lifted his head slightly as well as an eyebrow, expecting the answer.

"You mean like stay until the storm passes?" I asked confused.

He rolled his eyes and laughed a bit "No…not only that, I meant stay here…tonight." He said those words while looking in my eyes intensely "And the storm doesn't look like it would pass soon, it may even rain all night".

I didn't know what to say, it was too good to be true. I smiled and replied "Are you sure? You didn't look like you wanted any company." I said a little worried.

Suddenly his gaze became worried too and his brows frowned "Oh bella please don't think like that…actually I would love to have your company today." his eyes became even more charring, even more sincere "Please" he whispered, almost pleading.

I realized, he wasn't pushing me away because of the stress, I'm not getting on his nerves, he doesn't seek solitude, he wants someone to ease his worries. I smiled "I'll stay." my tone was sincere and tender.

His lips curled in a sweet smile. After a few seconds he got up and my gaze followed him. "Thank you." he said calmly, trying not to show emotions but it was obvious how grateful and relieved he was about me staying.

He then walked to the kitchen and poured some wine into a glass. He came back and bent slightly while extending the hand to give me a glass of wine with a kind and almost childish smile plastered on his lips. "Here you go." he said and I took the glass from his hand. Our fingers accidentally touching which caused me to unwillingly smile. I didn't want to look dumb but every interaction with him would cause me to smile or even blush. He sat next to me and extended his hand with his glass "Cheers."

We both took a sip of wine. I could tell it was of a good quality. Soon enough after a few sips, which was his second glass, we were a bit more comfortable. The atmosphere became more relaxed, but I couldn't wipe off that sweet nervousness that I always felt around him. Often times I didn't know what to reply to him.

"You know we can watch a movie if you would like. I can give you my clothes to wear for sleep. Please use my bathroom too, the one upstairs. We will move there after we finish the wine." he said nonchalantly, at least for him since he always had a certain seriousness about him. He turned his head to me and noticed my tension. He smiled widely and looked at me caringly "What is it, tesoro mio?". He then placed his hand on my back gently.

I smiled at the nickname and sighed "Its nothing really…Its just you know, you seemed a bit distant today. More than any other day. Bruno is something bothering you? Should I really stay? I won't force you to say it but please you can tell me anything. We've known each other for a long time now, I think you are the person I spend most of my time with." I started first shyly but I started getting more emotional. I stared at my glass and took a sip which quickly turned to finishing the whole glass. Without looking away I placed the empty glass on the table. I found the courage to look at Bruno. His eyes saddened and he now looked more worried.

His arm from my back slipped down and he touched my hands, still very lightly "Oh…I didn't know it affected you like that, angelo mio" he seemed down and sighed "I'm sorry." he said quietly while in his thoughts. "Is that why you were so anxious today? Did I upset you?" he asked louder than his previous words, as if relieved. Almost unnoticeably he moved closer to me.

I nodded, embarrassed about getting emotional. "I had no idea" he exhaled gently "I usually read people well, I was just so stressed I wasn't really paying attention. I'm sorry…Well I guess I owe you an explanation" he started. "You know what I do for a living. There was a mishap…a crossfire happened and one of my subordinates got injured. You know this part of the job really stresses me out. I know its dangerous but you don't really think about it. You push it under the rug until something like this comes up and reminds you." he said, his voice shaky, he looked so tired and vulnerable. I listened to his every word carefully, noticing every emotion that crossed his face. As he kept talking his at first light touch on my hand became more tense.

"It really makes you think…I don't like burdening people with this, I am supposed to be the one that gives them hope, that makes them feel safe. But suddenly everything around me feels unsafe" his hand squeezed mine "I am really trying to keep everyone around me safe, but if its not enough…" he added, already too distressed to talk. I looked at him deeply and placed my other hand above his "Caro…you're doing more than enough." I said softly but took a moment to calm myself so that my next words don't come with tears. "If it means anything to you, you've always made me feel safe…and happy" unwillingly a tear fell down my cheek. Bruno's face lit up and an honest, catharsic like smile appeared on his lips.

"It means…it means a lot…what you've said means everything to me." he said with voice shakier than I've ever heard it.

My heart melted I removed my one hand from his and placed it gently on his shoulder. Then I took my other hand from his grasp and went in for a hug. His eyes widened in disbelief as I slowly closed the distance between us. I held him gently and rested my head on his shoulders. At first he didn't even move. He inhaled deeply and slowly wrapped both his arms around me, very uncertainly, I could feel how his body shook slightly. After a few moments he got used to it and tightened his grip, anxiously, like he never wanted to let go. It made me so happy. Now both of our bodies were so close that I could feel his heartbeat. At first I mistook it for my own because of how fast it was beating.

I started caressing his back gently and he leaned in more and buried his head between my neck and shoulder. After holding him and caressing him for some time I felt something wet hit my shoulder, his tears. His tight grip let me know that he didn't want to let go. We sat, holding each other in silence. His breathing became calmer and deeper. While still holding me firmly he moved his hand across my back. I felt his fingers run up and down my spine. I leaned in even more and held his head, keeping it in my neck, feeling his breath and gently playing with his smooth hair. He let out a quiet hum. I listened to the rain falling and his heartbeat along with his unsteady breath.

Suddenly thunder struck and I flinched again almost jumping from where I was sitting. Bruno and I cracked up laughing and pulled apart from our hug while still laughing.

"Thank you, bella" he said.

"No problem, Signore" I answered and giggled again. He smiled at me warmly and pinched my cheek.

He then took my hand, noting me to stand up "We should go upstairs now. Go take a shower and I'll wait for you. I'll pick us a movie to watch."

He walked me to the bathroom that was next to his bedroom. I went in and started taking a shower. His bathroom is very well kept and clean, after all I was the one who maintained it. As I washed myself my mind couldn't stop wandering. My heart was still racing as my thoughts kept coming back to Bruno. I quickly finished my shower, feeling all clean and fresh. I grabbed a towel that Bruno gave me and started drying myself. That's when I realized that he didn't give me any clothes. After a few seconds of myself getting too embarrassed I collected the courage to wrap myself in the towel and opened the bathroom door just enough to slip my hand through.

"Um…Signore what should I wear". Suddenly the realization had struck him and he started laughing nervously and quickly stood up from the bed and went to his closet. Soon he handed me his shirt, while his head was turned away from me in respect.

"I'm sorry this is the only thing I have that fits you. Its probably big enough to fit you like a dress" he said still embarrassed. I took it and got dressed. I slowly got out of the bathroom. Bruno was putting a movie on and when he noticed me a smile appeared on his face

"I'm glad the shirt fits you so perfectly" then he patted the spot next to him on the bed "Come here" he said. I chuckled and sat down. He put on a movie, it was a romance. I looked at him surprised and raised my eyebrows. He closed his eyes in embarrassment and smiled. I chuckled in response

"Its alright, we'll watch that."

"Its an old movie, I'm sorry if you don't like movies like this, if you want to I can change it" he said, almost flustered, trying to sound as polite as possible.

"No, no, If you like it I would love to see it" I said and gave him a smile. He put his arm around my shoulder, like a gentleman. The movie began, it was a black and white one with classy and calming music, the lights were off. I started getting more nervous since I was in Bruno's bed with his arm around my shoulder. I wasn't even sure what it meant. My heart started beating even faster than before. My body felt very stiff as I tried relaxing into his embrace. I tried not to let him see how nervous I was, because I didn't want him to move his hand. I could hear my heartbeat.

Suddenly a loud thunder strike brought me back to reality from my daydreaming. I jumped and gasped, completely caught off guard. Bruno's hand dragged me closer to him, right into his embrace. I looked at him surprised.

"Is it better like this?" he asked in his deep voice with a gentle smile.

I nodded, still taken aback. He than placed me in a more comfortable position. He brought me between his legs, almost but still not sitting in his lap. His left arm slipped from my shoulder slowly to my waist while he gently placed his right hand on my cheek. I could feel all the heat from my body rushing to my cheeks, like I had a fever. I was so happy he couldn't see them since they were completely red.

"I'm glad" he said calmly.

I was wondering if he could feel my heartbeat through his hand since it was pounding so hard. I couldn't watch the movie any more, I was simply thinking about him. How could I even go back to working for him like this didn't happen. This must mean something. I know I like him too much but he wouldn't just hold anyone like this.

His hand kept caressing me as I almost completely forgot about the movie. His hand was so gentle and the one on my waist, could he feel how my heartbeat affected my breathing, it was barely touching me, not grabbing me at all. It gave me this ticklish feeling. I wish he would grab me tighter honestly…As I was getting lost in all my thoughts about my boss not paying attention to anything around me, the movie went a little silent. The silence went on and I could feel Bruno's eyes on me. My back was leaning in his chest and what I thought was my pounding chest turned out to be his. It almost felt like our heartbeats were completely synced up.

I turned around to look at him just to see that I was right, his eyes were fixed on me. His pupils were wide, he was looking at me intensely, and didn't look away when I turned. His gaze shifted on my own eyes. He looked at me deeply, I could almost describe it as hungry. Something sparked in his eyes the moment I turned and I couldn't look away either. His hand that was caressing my cheek now tightened, as well as his hand on my waist.

He lowered his gaze onto my lips, and after a few seconds he looked at my eyes again, slightly softening his expression and very slightly rising his eyebrows as if asking for permission. It felt hypnotizing, I simply leaned in slightly more into his gentle yet passionate touch and by a few millimetres brought my face closer to his. He looked at me even more heatedly. With his hand that was on my cheek he lowered his thumb and placed it on my lower lip and pressed softly.

I was almost shaking from excitement, my breath deepening, following Bruno's lead. Bruno deeply inhaled and looked me in the eyes once more, parting my lips with his thumb, then lead my body closer to him by the waist.

I closed my eyes and felt his lips press on mine gently, he then pulled away but was still close enough that we could feel each others breath on our skin. I kept my eyes closed and his finger was still touching my lips, reminding me of the feeling of having his lips on mine. He closed the distance and his lips were once again on mine. Very softly for a few seconds, then he pressed harder, he held my waist more roughly, and pressed my body completely on his. I parted my legs so I could sit in his lap where he placed me. I put my hands on his bare chest. He used his finger to open my mouth a little wider and slipped his tongue in. I moaned into the kiss, this time he wasn't holding back.

I felt myself getting lost in the feeling of his passionate kiss. I couldn't keep still, it felt like I was melting under his kiss and touch. I quivered and slid my hips across his lap. That's when I felt something hot and stiff under me. I whimpered at the feeling of it, and surprise. He kissed me more deeply and groaned. His hands couldn't keep still on my body. He lowered his hand from my waist to my ass and gripped hard. With his other hand he grabbed my hair making me pull away from the kiss, exposing my neck. I could feel his hot breath there.

"I wanted this for such a long time, angelo mio" his words tickled the skin of my neck. All I could think of saying is I love you, but I didn't want to say it just yet, so in response I only moaned. He looked at me closely while caressing my back and nape and then kissed my neck softly, only with his lips a few times before biting me. It would definitely leave a mark.

With his hand he went under my shirt and brushed my stomach and waist, slowly bringing it up. With every single brush of his fingers against my skin, mixed with the sensation of his teeth on my neck I made some sort of noise, a moan, a whimper, I couldn't keep silent any more."Ah Bruno…" I moaned.

"Yes, amore mio" he replies, his voice deep and rugged. His hand moving onto my breast, squeezing gently, before making a circle with his finger around my nipple. I moaned and he kissed me again. He started sliding both of his hands up, moving my shirt along with them

"May I?" he asked cautiously. "Please" I replied eagerly. With my approval he took of my shirt completely. After slowly and carefully taking my shirt off, making sure to savour every moment, every part of my body that he is uncovering, he looked mesmerized. He took a moment to look at me. Delicately he came closer and kissed my shoulder while having his hand on my back for support. He trailed kisses from my shoulder up to my neck and when his lips came closer to my ear he whispered

"Sei cosi bella". It gave me goosebumps. With his hand on my back he gently laid me down on the bed. He placed his hand on mine and kissed me again, only softly pressing his lips on mine. He was still holding back. He sat next to me on the bed and took his hand, tucked a strand of hair behind my ear before dragging his fingers gently down my whole body. While doing so he said serenely

"You're tense, take a deep breath. We can stop anytime you want. Just please…rilassati per me" (Relax for me). I did as he said, I took a deep breath and tried to relax.

"I can't, Bruno. For too long I've been longing for this" I replied to him, sincerely. I noticed the widening in his eyes, he tried to process what I said. Quickly he came back to this moment and looked at me reassuringly

"I'll give you everything" he said. When his hand, that was slowly dragging along my body, reached my hip, it stopped. He glanced at me before looking down between my legs. His hand started moving again from my hip to my thigh and then closer. He touched me tenderly, as if to see my reaction. When I felt his hand my breath hitched. I almost started shaking from anticipation. He noticed and for the first time touched me properly. His hand moved tenderly in circles. I let out a breathy moan. He started going a bit faster

"Don't worry, I'll take it slow".

"I want you" I moaned eagerly already getting worked up, without having anything inside of me yet. He kept touching me where I was sensitive the most. The sensation almost too much. He sensed that I enjoyed it. I was already starting to lose myself, my breathing became faster and uneven, my chest rising and falling, so he dragged his finger lower. He earned a surprised moan from me.

"May I?" he whispered and I immediately nodded. He carefully dragged his finger around my wet entrance. My whole body was begging for him. Slowly, he inserted only the tip of his finger. Than, while looking at me in the eyes he inserted the rest, bit by bit. His fingers were long and slim, very elegant. He took care of them so they were smooth. When he finally inserted it entirely I let out a loud whine. "Ah Signore" I felt it deeply.

"Does it feel good?" he asked, sounding proud. "Mhmmm" I moaned in response. He started moving it. The pace was not rough nor slow, but it definitely was a teasing one. It felt amazing, too much, too good, but not enough to satisfy, only to leave you longing for more. I was anticipating every time he would insert it back deeper before pulling it out slightly, just to bury it deep within me and hit the right spot.

My body was moving on its own, followed by all the whimpers. Without realizing what I was doing, I grabbed Bruno's free hand and held it tightly. His eyes looked at me with care.

"Oh Angelo mio" he said quietly before lowering himself to kiss me, without changing the pace. He pulled away but kept his face above mine closely, looking in my eyes, almost like looking at my very soul. "Do you need more?" he asked. I was too focused on his eyes and the pleasure

"Signore…yes…yes please". He added one more finger, stretching me out a little more. It felt amazing, just enough that I needed, but only for short time before my lust grew and I needed even more.

He started fingering me even faster, leaving me panting. I held his hand tightly while getting lost in pleasure.

"Così adorabile" he murmured and suddenly took his fingers out. He looked at me intensely and moved away from me, from my side to in front of me. He was sitting but now he started lowering his head. He stopped between my legs. While keeping an eye contact he kissed my thigh and parted my legs with his hand. He trailed kisses to my inner thigh. He closed his eyes and bit me. He kept kissing that spot and softly sucking. Then he lifted his head and slowly got closer. He licked teasingly at first. After I got used to it he started his own pace. I was gripping the sheet. The feeling was very gentle, his tongue kept working on me smoothly. He started licking the same spot, the one he noticed I liked the best. The pleasure was overwhelming, unbearable for me to keep still. I suddenly, grabbed him by his hair hard and dragged him even closer, burying his head between my legs. He let out a deep muffled out grunt and held me by my thighs, digging his fingers in my skin. I threw my head back as he started going faster. He was so focused on pleasing me, it felt like it was pleasing for him too. From time to time he would glance at me hungrily. Not only was it not enough for me, but also for him. All the nervousness left me and he wasn't holding back. He looked at me with such intense hunger and pulled away.

"Sit on my face" he suddenly said.

I looked at him surprised "Signore?" I asked confused.

"Cara mia, don't hesitate" he gave me an approving smile and took my hands, putting me in a sitting position. Than, while still holding my hands, he laid down and pulled my hands to him, encouraging me to move on top of him. I cautiously sat and he immediately let go of my one hand while still holding the other and grabbed me by the hips, bringing me even closer before he started again, even more passionately. I had to get hold of the headboard to keep myself stable. It felt even better like this and it wasn't long before I started moving my hips on my own, which made both of us enjoy it more. He was getting into it more, working his tongue harder, sliding all over my sensitive parts. He kept holding my hand, making my heart swell with love.

"Aaah Bruno it feels so good" I moaned and he fiercely kept going. His tongue crossed my entrance which reminded me of the fullness I felt earlier and how much I missed it. I wanted him inside of me right there. "Ah Signore I can't…aaah…I can't keep up like this any more… ah I need more" I pleaded. He let himself enjoy it for a few seconds longer before pulling away. I let go of his hand and got off him. He sat up and held me by the waist.

"Bella…you want me so much". I looked at him before my glance fell to his pants. He placed his fingers on the hem of his pants and slipped them inside as if he is going to take them off. I slightly bent to reach him and slid my fingers next to his while looking at his eyes cautiously to see if he was okay with it. He started pulling his pants down slowly and I did too, along with his underwear, revealing his crotch. It was big, like I expected from when I felt it against me earlier. His pants were gone and now both of us were naked. We sat in a few moments of silence. This is the first time I saw Bruno without clothes and it only made my desire grow. I wanted to know how it felt like. I realized that I've been staring so I told him sweetly

"Signore…can I do the same for you?". He took my chin in his hands and kissed me passionately but shortly. He put his hand on my shoulder and gently pushed me down, on the floor.

"On your knees" he whispered and I kneeled if front of him. With his hand on my chin he guided me upwards and gave me another, more intense kiss. He pulled away and started bringing me lower. I followed his lead and my head was between his legs. He caressed my chin while I was looking in his eyes with anticipation and desire. He placed his hand that was on my chin in my hair and slowly started directing my head towards his cock. My lips were just centimetres away from it. He brought his finger to my lips and parted them, all while I looked at him eagerly. With my lips parted he placed his finger inside my mouth, exploring it for a few seconds, teasing me, making me want it even more. And I was sure he could tell just how much I wanted him by the look of his eyes. I closed my mouth and started sucking on his finger, seductively.

"Mia dolce ragazza" he praised and took his finger out of my mouth. Again he parted my lips, but now brought them to his cock. My mouth touched it and I could hear his breath hitch in anticipation. All the while he was pleasuring me, we paid no attention to his needs, so he was extremely pent up. I gave his tip a teasing lick and he inhaled sharply. His hands started playing with my hair. I wrapped my lips around it without putting it in my mouth yet. He gave me a stern look and pushed my head further, making me take his tip. I sucked on it only slightly. I had to open my mouth wider so I could take it in. I started moving my head up and down, further from the tip, still not halfway through it. Bruno moaned and brushed his fingers gently through my hair. The intense look in his eyes told me he wanted more. I took it further and went back again with only his tip in my warm mouth before quickly lowering my head even further.

"Proprio così, mia dolce ragazza" (Just like that my sweet girl). The sweetness of his voice made me moan, sending vibrations to his cock. He grunted and tucked my hair behind before pushing me deeper. Wanting to please him more I moved my head faster, paying attention to every detail. I sucked in my cheeks making the inside of my mouth tighter, applying more pressure to it and swirling my tongue. A deep groan escaped his lips. My jaw started hurting from his size, but I kept going with the same pace, eager to please him.

I closed my eyes, but quickly I heard Bruno say "Open your eyes, bella, I want you to look at me". I opened my eyes and looked into his, innocently gazing up at him. I was taking a little more than half of it and I could feel it hit the back of my throat. I wondered how it would feel inside of me. With those thoughts I forced myself to take more, struggling to keep the pace and to keep taking that much. I gagged at the size and my eyes filled with tears. They streamed down my cheeks while I was choking on it, looking up at Bruno with glassy eyes. Noticing me struggling He pulled me away by my hair. On my knees I coughed and he caressed my cheek, wiping away my tears. He placed his hands on my shoulders.

"Take it easy, amore mio" he said as he pulled me closer, to his chest, while still keeping me kneeling. Then gently while keeping his hands on my skin, like a soft brush, brought his one hand on my face and the other on my back. I leaned my face against his chest and stayed like that for a few moments, peacefully until my breathing calmed. He took my face in front of him and tenderly kissed my forehead "Good girl". We looked at each other, full of love and anticipation.

"I just want to please you, Signore" I said softly. He cupped my cheeks.

"I know, angelo mio" he whispered before lowering my head again. I didn't hesitate to wrap my soft lips around it. After taking half of it in my mouth I took his hands and placed them firmly on my head, noting him that I want him to guide me.

"I will" he said and held my head securely. His arms gently pushed me further and back. He kept the pace he liked and I relaxed and kept my lips around it while adjusting to the size and rhythm. After few minutes of sucking it like that, with small breaks he gave me, I got used to it. He guided me to take it whole. I felt it deeply inside my throat and whimpered at the feeling.

"Just like that" he said breathlessly. I deep-throated him, as he wished, gagging from time to time. "Keep breathing. Relax your jaw." he told me calmly. His eyes tried staying on mine but he would look up in pleasure and grip my hair tighter when it would hit the back of my throat. Biting his lip and moaning. I could feel it twitching inside my mouth. Shortly after which he pulled away carefully.

"You were perfect" he praised while stroking my cheek. His finger slid under my chin and he pulled me up to kiss me deeply. That turned into a long, passionate and needy kiss.

He took me in his lap while kissing me, and laid both of us down, with me on top. Our kisses were getting sloppier and our breath more rapid. I lowered my face to kiss his neck and gave him bites from time to time, after which every time his breath hitched. After a few minutes he pushed me and turned us around, making himself on top. His lips were sealed on mine, his hand trailing over my chest. I felt him pinch my nipple. A moan escaped my lips which made him deepen the kiss. Tracing his hand lower he made his way toward my thigh. Sighing at the sensation of his warm, gentle fingers I allowed him to part my legs.

Continuing to kiss me passionately I felt his dick on my skin not yet at the entrance. My moan of desire was swallowed by the increasing intensity of the kiss. He broke away from the kiss, looked at me with heavy lids in a drunk like state, took my hand in his and kissed the inside of my wrist. Then he positioned himself at my entrance. He smiled at me reassuringly and I gave him an approving nod, inhaling sharply. I've been awaiting this. I needed to feel him inside. An anxious feeling arose in my chest, worrying because of his size. Slowly the pressure on my entrance turned into a sharp pain, making me grip the sheet and let out a loud high pitched moan. Bruno's expression was one of satisfaction, his heavy lids closed before his eyes suddenly opened from hearing the pained moan and became worried. He took my hand in his, entangling our fingers. Taking advantage of my open mouth, his lips were immediately sealed on mine. He pushed a few more centimetres in, making me scream and held his hand tighter. My other hand placed on his shoulder, holding him sweetly. Separating his lips from mine he said lovingly

"Does it hurt?". "Mhm" and a whimper was all I could produce in response.

"Oh Angelo mio" his whole demeanour softened, but he still had that same pleasured look plastered over his face. "You will feel good soon" he said caringly "As I said before we can stop anytime you want".

My eyes looked at him pleadingly, with my eyebrows knitted and mouth open "Please don't stop, Signore". He chuckled in response and kissed my forehead. "Just hold my hand" I told him desperately.

"I will, bella" he said with a sincere smile. Inserting the whole tip in he inhaled sharply and then groaned. His eyes closed again, biting his lip at the feeling of the pressure. A beautiful sight that made me clench and him moan.

"Ah…bella don't do this to me". I couldn't take my eyes off of him. Unable to resist he pushed himself deeper, making me whimper. I could feel him stretching me. He let out a grunt and went even deeper. "I'm more than half way in, bella" he whispered in my ear. I whimpered.

"Signore"."You can take it" he said reassuringly and went deeper. From his face I could tell how careful he was with every move and how he savoured every moment, enjoying it fully, relishing every sensation, from every inch he buried in me. He did not only wait for me to adjust but let himself take delight in every second, intensely watching my reactions. I found myself clinging to him, he held me like I was so precious, moaning softly.

"Oh, angelo mio" from time to time. He finally moved into me entirely. I felt it so deep, more than I thought I could take. I screamed again and my eyes rolled back, my nails dig into his shoulder, contrary to my previous gentle touch.

"Ah mmm Signore". He let out a deep moan and couldn't keep calm so he rested his head on my neck.

"That's it, bella" he whispered, tickling my skin with his breath. He moved his hips a few inches away from me until he was halfway out, stopping there. The warmth of his hands gently pressed on my cheeks. “Can I move, tesoro?” he asked tentatively. His raspy voice echoing throughout the room, quiet enough so only our sweet moans, eager breaths even could be heard. His tone enough to make me desperate. I nodded in agreement but from the look in my eyes alone he could tell that the answer was yes.

I managed to utter the words “Yes, Signore” making him grunt in exhilaration, lids widen. From my words I felt his twitch inside me, making me involuntarily whine. I grabbed one of his hands on my cheek, reminding him of my request. “Please be gentle” I added nervously. His smile was wide, his whole body trembling in excitement.

He didn't waste time and immediately thrusted back in entirely, before pulling out half way. He started with a steady but strong pace. Every time he pushed inside it would make me feel overwhelmed. In that blissed out state I let put an uncontrolled whimper the moment he buried himself inside me, before repeating it again and again. I started feeling dazed, my mind filling with fog and the only thing I knew then was him and the immense pleasure he was giving me with every thrust. I almost forgot to breathe. My eyes couldn't focus. He too was almost out of his mind, looking up, eyes rolling, getting high off my every moan, every sound I would incoherently make. His foggy eyes would look down at me before closing them shut, unable to focus on anything other than the feeling of my tightness and warmth.

”Mia dolce ragazza” he whispered, “Amore mio, Angelo mio, sei cosi perfetto, cosi bella, cosi affascinante. Ti amo bella, mio grazioso angelo, ti amo carina” he repeated incoherently, in a drunken like state “Ti amo” he continued whispering. This state of mind made him instinctively grab my thighs fervently, possessively, spreading them, keeping them apart and allowing him to go even deeper and increase his pace. It was still not fast nor rough, but pervaded with burning passion. He moaned loudly, consumed by pleasure. “Ti amo” he mumbled again. In a muddled state, trembling beneath him I managed to answer, voice shaky

“Ah Bruno…I love you too” before my mind went blank. My body convulsed from his intense pounding, my belly and chest going up and down from my heavy breathing. Every time I felt him hit that spot deep inside my legs twitched. Noticing that he buried his fingers in my skin, leaving deep marks. Extending my hand I brushed my fingers along his chest, wanting to be closer to him.

With a wide smile he raised his head, looking up now thrusting more passionately with quiet moans. He glanced at my hands, brushing his palms all the way from my thighs to my hand before gently grabbing it and pulling it to his lips, kissing it. He then grabbed my wrists in a light hold and bent over me, our chests touching. He kissed me deeply, slowing his pace while doing so, I let out a muffled moan to which he responded with a soft one of his own. Pulling away from the kiss he shuffled his arms to my back, fully embracing me, continuing again with his previous vigorous pace. With the returned intensity I wrapped my legs around him. Touching our foreheads together we looked at each other, lovesick, completely enamoured with one another.

“Signore” I whined between moans without looking away. “Keep looking at me, angelo mio” he said breathlessly. “You're so beautiful, signore” I responded my voice full of adoration.

He smiled and chuckle which soon turned into a moan, holding my body tighter, like wanting to combine us into one. It felt like he was going even deeper, if that was possible. “I love you” I uttered against his lips my eyes glassy like tears are about to fall any moment.

“Anch'io ti amo” he moaned, lowering his head to my neck, sprinkling kisses on it. The combined sensations of him inside of me and his soft pecks made me tremble. I felt his teeth scrape against my tender skin causing shivers down my spine.

“More, signore” I pleaded stretching my neck to give him more access. With that he enthusiastically sunk his teeth into me, fulfilling my wish. The tingling pain caused the tears in my eyes to overflow, trailing down my cheeks. My fingers ran through his hair, gripping him tightly, pushing his head deeper into my neck simultaneously leaning into him. He let out a deep groan sending vibrations to my skin. All the combined sensations of pain and pleasure made me yearn for more. I couldn't take it any more. I started moving my hips to meet his, greedily trying to get more friction, my moans getting louder and more needy. He bit down harder, sucking on the same spot. Making sure to leave a mark while thrusting, now harder and sloppier.

“Oh carina, you want me so much” he whispered into my neck in a deep, teasing voice.

“Bruno…” I cried out, my whole body and mind focused on feeling him more.

Swiftly he tightened his hands and I felt myself being lifted. Without pulling out he placed me right onto his lap, holding me securely. His eyes watched me, completely mesmerized, looking at me deeply, taking a few seconds to appreciate the beauty of my face, eyes, lips, then looking down at my body with that same look that he often gave me when we were alone together. Only this time not hiding his passion.

Bending his head to trace kisses on my bruised and now more sensitive neck and my chest, he held me possessively but tenderly at the same time, continuing his appreciation. I wasted no time and lifted myself before slamming back down with his head leaning against my chest. The room was now increasingly filling with more and more heated moans. In my desire of wanting him closer, wanting him more my hips instinctively moved faster, my body at limit. I tried taking more and more,slamming myself onto his hips, feeling myself getting overstimulated and swallowed up by my desire. Mindlessly going up and down, not minding the pain that I would feel every time my hips met his, hearing his sweet grunts only making me try more. I could hear my voice get increasingly louder from soft moans to intense cries.

“More aah more please more” I repeated breathlessly, like in a different state of mind. Bruno, noticing me getting too impatient, grabbed my hips firmly, holding them still, not allowing me to move, depriving me of the friction that I needed more than anything in the moment. However, the position he held my hips in, all the way down to his, was one of me taking his whole length, feeling his tip touch my cervix. Not being able to move away I let out a whimper. It was too much and at the same time too little. My body started shaking. I tried moving myself up, however his strong arms held me in place.

He lifted his head to meet my eyes “Don't be so hasty, I want this to last longer” he whispered, still it somehow sounded like an order.

Whining quietly I nodded, completely at his mercy. His arms lifted me carefully just to bring me down again, with the same gentleness. Attentively he made love to me, without his gaze straying away from my eyes. He wouldn't look away from me, keeping his piercing eyes on mine the whole time. I couldn't take it any more and looked away, instead opting to look at his chest, avoiding his glance. Quickly he trailed one hand to my chin, grabbing it with his thumb and forefinger, and returned my head to its former position, making me face him again.

“Don't be so shy, bella. Look at me.” he ordered me in a raspy tone. I unwillingly looked at him with heavy lids, feeling embarrassed even though there was nothing to hide away from any more. He continued moving my hips slowly while keeping the intense eye contact though his eyes could hardly focus from the pleasure. At that moment it was like time stopped, it was just us, feeling each other, letting his hands control my hips, my movements, pace, making me feel every inch, every detail of him going in and out, hitting my deepest parts. He leaned his face against mine, nuzzling me.

“I love you so much, bella” he said tenderly and kissed me slowly without giving me time to say it back.

He started speeding up bit by bit, carefully watching my reaction. Although I liked feeling him slowly making love to me, I was glad he started picking up his pace. With his increasingly faster rhythm my moans started getting louder. I clung to him, my arms embracing him, wanting to be closer and to hold onto something.

“Here, bella” he gently moaned and sped up again. Losing my composure I buried my head between his neck and shoulder and bit hard to hold back the sounds that still inevitably escaped my mouth. I whimpered into his skin, trying to match his now harsh pace. The harder he went the more I started losing myself, my body giving out, becoming limp in his embrace. Lost in pleasure he continued thrusting roughly for a few minutes holding my exhausted body.

Noticing that I couldn't keep my body up he placed me back on the bed, hovering over me, adjusting the pillows, placing one under my lower back.

“Thank you, signore” I said in a shaky voice. He didn't reply, instead he started thrusting roughly again with a pleased smile. I screamed, tears streaming down my face, which he kissed away.

“Please hold me, signore” I pleaded between my loud moans. Immediately, he fulfilled my request, holding me, putting his arms across my back. I felt myself going back and forth with the force of his thrusts, throwing my head back, giving him access to my neck which he latched onto, alternating between soft kisses and harsh bites. With each and every movement he got faster, rougher, hitting my sweet spot over and over again.

“Bruno…” I uttered his name in my now raspy, hoarse voice, digging my nails in his shoulders. He growled at my broken moan or maybe it was the feeling of my fingers gripping him. I couldn't tell any more. My mind only focused on feeling of him inside me, of his kisses, of his warm hands firmly on my body, I could only focus on Bruno. He rested his head next to mine, his heavy breaths falling onto my ears, his movements getting uneven. I realised that he was getting close and so was I. There was a pressure building up inside. I started moving my hips, trying to feel more, get over the edge. With my moans and movements getting needier he noticed how much I needed a release, and he too let himself go, allowed himself to be more unreserved.

“I'm close, bella”

"Me too Signore…ah I can't…" I was barely able to speak let alone to form a sentence. All that was left in the room were needy and loud moans, getting more intense and a few words mumbled, a clapping sound skin to skin getting faster and faster. I held onto him tighter, like my life depended on it, and he returned it with the same passion. I could feel that with every movement he hit my sweet spot and held me so comforting as I let out cries and moans into his shoulder

"Ah bella, that's it…ngh come" he whispered. And like every time, I obeyed, letting an overwhelming feeling wash over me while his every thrust sent me over the edge and forced me to stay longer in this feeling. I whined and moaned loudly, incoherently, tightening around him before he himself couldn't keep it any more and followed up with his own release.

He groaned deeply "Ah angelo mio, may I?" while uncontrollably thrusting into me.

"Please Signore…please" I whispered, completely surrendering to the feeling. He came inside, moaning and whimpering at every thrust. It was like the time stopped for me and I could feel everything.

After we both finished we stayed like that, holding each other, completely tangled, he was still inside and both of us were breathing heavily against each other's ears. He laid on top of me, holding onto me like I was the most precious thing. We laid like that in silence for a few minutes, just enjoying one another's warmth before he lifted his head just above mine and moved his hand on my cheek "Bella" he said, every letter and every look from his eyes full of love, if I didn't know him for so long I would've thought that he might start crying from how glossy his eyes were.

"Did you like it?" he asked. All I could do was eagerly nod and kiss him passionately on the lips.

"I love you Signore" I said, all the pent up emotions coming through my words.

"I love you too angelo mio" he said lovingly. " And please, call me Bruno" he chuckled.

"I love you so much, Signore Bruno" I told him.

He chuckled again, his eyes full of happiness "Mia dolce ragazza" he said before kissing me.

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