#i honestly had a really lovely day!!! I'm excited for tomorrow to finish up more stuff

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got a lot done 2day and made yummy coffee for myself and redecorated my part of our office and started my new skincare routine (((((:

[navybrat817]

Indulgence

Pairing: Dom!Bucky Barnes x Sub!Female Reader Summary: When Bucky calls, you go to him. Word Count: Over 5.7k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected vaginal sex, D/s elements, bondage, aftercare, established arrangement, insecurities, pet names, longing, possessive behavior, world building, mix of canon and non-canon, slight feels (it's me, okay?), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: I'm very excited for this new AU, lovelies! There's a deep bond between these two, but we know the road to love isn't always easy. ❤️Beta read by the amazing @whisperlullaby, but any and all mistakes are my own. And thanks to @targaryenvampireslayer for listening to me ramble about this part. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You had only been asleep for an hour when your phone went off, your eyes barely open as you reached for the device and saw the familiar name appear. “Bucky?” You answered drowsily.

“Hey, angel,” he said roughly, the pet name bringing a sleepy smile to your face. It sounded like he hadn't gotten much sleep either. “I’m sorry I woke you up.”

“It’s okay. I have tomorrow off,” you said, a bit more alert as you sat up. “Are you at your apartment?”

“Yeah, I got back a bit ago,” he replied, swearing under his breath. “It’s really late. I just…”

“Need me,” you finished for him, stretching your back as you stood up. If he wanted to tell you he made it home safely from his latest assignment, he would've sent you a text. You knew by now that a call meant he had to see you in person. “Give me a few minutes?”

“You sure? I understand if you’d rather go back to bed.”

“I’m not going to get any sleep until I know you will, too,” you said. It would drive you crazy. “I want to come over. Okay?”

You wondered if the call dropped since you didn't hear anything on the other end. “Okay. I’ll send a car,” he said. He never let you pay for a ride yourself. “Thank you,” he added so softly you almost missed it.

“You don't need to thank me,” you assured him, though you appreciated hearing it. “I’ll see you soon.”

“I’ll be waiting,” he promised, your heart skipping a beat before he hung up.

You brushed your teeth again before you changed out of your pajamas. The outfit didn't exactly matter. If it had, he would’ve told you what you wear. It wouldn't stay on long anyway. You sensed that this was a night for him to simply blow off some steam or release anything still pent up from his assignment.

You were more than happy to help.

“On my way.” You messaged him a few minutes later as you went out to the car.

You politely greeted the driver before gazing out the window. If anyone had told you months ago that you’d be sleeping with the former Winter Soldier, you would’ve laughed at them for saying something so crazy. You never expected to meet the man, let alone connect with him. That was your life now though. You were sleeping with Bucky Barnes.

But it wasn't that cut and dry.

“I’ll be outside.” He sent back.

You smiled to yourself as you thought about Bucky, the man searching for himself again. After years of enduring horrific pain and having no control over his actions, he felt lost once he was free. In his eyes, he would never be able to right all the wrongs of the atrocities he was forced to commit, but making amends for his past was a start. It wasn't enough though to heal the cracks from within. It couldn't stop him from plunging into the deep abyss of his mind where it once felt whole.

He had to find a way to feel semi-normal again. He needed to do something good for someone else outside of his heroic duties. And he had to do so in an environment where he could express himself openly, honestly, and authentically with a person he could trust.

That was where you came into the picture.

If Bucky called, no matter what time of day and you were available, you went to his place in a car he paid for. You stayed until you were both satisfied. A more crude way to think of it was that you helped him fuck out his frustrations and gave him a means to inflict pleasure on someone instead of hurt. It was a routine you were used to by now.

“You wanna be my angel?”

You may be his angel, but you weren't his girlfriend. He wasn't in a place to have a typical relationship. You weren't just a fuck buddy either. You were his submissive of sorts, along with his confidant and a way for him to find release and some sense of normalcy.

While he sometimes fucked you like a whore, he never once treated you like one. He cared for your well-being and checked in on you the way a boyfriend would. He kept his place stocked with your favorite snacks. You didn't sleep with anyone else and neither did he. You looked out for each other.

Unlike your last boyfriend.

As far as arrangements went, you could do much worse. There were rules set in place. Bucky was honest about his needs and helped you heal your wounds from the failure of your previous relationship. But the more time you spent with him, the more you wanted to be with him.

Was it a recipe for disaster?

The drive seemed faster than usual because before you knew it the car stopped in front of Bucky’s apartment building. Your pulse quickened when you saw the brunette standing by the door, donned in his usual leather jacket. Even from a short distance, he looked massive and heat bloomed in your core as you knew what was to come. He moved to the curb with more grace than a man his size should have, his hard blue eyes set on you through the glass before he opened the door.

His gaze practically set your heart on fire and it went full ablaze when he tenderly smiled. He was stunningly beautiful even in the dark of night. It almost hurt to look back at him.

You had it bad.

“Hey,” he said, offering you his gloved hand to help you out. You hardly ever saw him out without his vibranium hand covered. “It’s good to see you.”

“Hey,” you smiled softly, giving the driver a quick thanks before you got out. “You, too.”

Bucky's large hand moved to the small of your back as he gently led you toward the building and opened the door. He didn't like to linger outside for too long. Neither of you spoke as he guided you to his apartment on the first floor and you didn't push him to make small talk. It was a delicate arrangement and some nights didn't call for filler.

Still, you tried to get a read on his emotions. There was a stiffness to his stance, but he didn't appear upset or angry. You also didn’t spot any obvious injuries.

“Were you hurt?” You asked as he took his keys out. He was only gone for a couple of days, but you knew how dangerous the missions were.

He turned and stared at you, not at all surprised by your question since you always asked. “No, I didn’t get hurt,” he assured you, reaching up to scratch at the stubble on his chin. “But I can't exactly talk about it either. I’m sorry.”

You nodded in understanding. It was information you weren't privy to and you doubted he called tonight to talk about it anyway. He peeled back layers of himself, yet there was so much underneath that you didn't know about. You cared for him regardless.

“Bucky, you don't have to apologize for that,” you reminded him.

“I just feel bad. You can tell me about your work, but I can't always talk about mine,” he said, looking both ways before he poked his head into his apartment.

“My job isn’t as ‘exciting’ as yours,” you teased before he let you in.

Bucky had a nice place. The partially exposed brick walls paired well with the hardwood floors. Tasteful, but not extravagant. The thick curtains in the living room matched the drapes in his bedroom. Since he occasionally slept on the floor by the oversized chair, it helped to block out the sun. He didn't have much as far as decor, but he did have a piece of art that his best friend, Steve, drew hung up in the hall.

He also had a bowl that you made on the console to hold his keys, which he promptly set them in.

It meant something that he even let you into his apartment when others close to him had never been invited.

“Need anything to drink?” He asked, slipping his jacket and glove off.

He had an empty glass waiting on the kitchen island in case you did. While you indulged in a drink now and then, he wouldn't allow you to have too many. He refused to have sex with you if you were inebriated. Said it took consent away and you wouldn't be alert enough to use a safeword if necessary.

He wouldn't budge on that rule.

“No, thanks,” you answered, gazing at him.

His T-shirt strained against his biceps, one flesh and one vibranium. You could still smell his cologne from the small distance across the room, amber and cedarwood. Warm, comforting, dominating. All the things he was to you.

Not the monster he sometimes believed himself to be.

You eyed him as he poured himself a shot of whiskey, the need to soothe him coming forward when you caught a distant look in his eyes. He didn't even make a move to down his drink as he set his hands on the counter and stared off. Maybe he couldn't give you the details about what happened, but you could take care of him.

Because as much as he sometimes had to have control over you, both of you had power in your relationship.

“Bucky?” You gently called out, pulling him from his trance. “You can talk to me, even if you have to keep some things to yourself.”

His shoulders dropped as he sighed. “Three months.”

“I'm sorry?”

“Three months since we started this,” he answered.

You realized he was right when you remembered the date. It felt longer yet still brand new. “Yeah. Three great months,” you smiled.

A knot formed in your stomach when he didn't smile back. “And you still feel safe with me?” He asked, gripping the counter so hard you thought it might crumble in his hands. “You really trust that I won’t hurt you?”

Your smile slipped, the questions like a punch to the gut as you walked toward him. You stopped a foot in front of him to give him some breathing room as he made eye contact. Where had that come from? What happened to make him question that?

“Of course, I feel safe. Not only do I feel safe with you and trust you, I know that you won't hurt me. You will always take care of me,” you said with fierce determination, yet with a vulnerability you couldn't hide. “If I didn't believe that, I wouldn’t be here and I wouldn’t submit to you.”

You told him the same thing the day you two agreed on this arrangement. He wasn't your boyfriend, but he wasn't like your ex. He wouldn't just throw you away without a second thought or ignore your needs. You also had faith in him that he wouldn't harm you.

And as much as you trusted him, he trusted you that much more. If he didn't, he wouldn't have called you in the first place. That meant he still trusted himself around you.

He looked away and asked above a whisper, “Do you still think I'm a good man?”

“Yes,” you replied without hesitation, your heart aching when his jaw clenched. “Bucky, look at me, please.”

He slowly made eye contact with you, a storm swirling in his stare.

“You are a good man,” you stated, needing to reach the part of him that believed it. “And it doesn't matter how many times you ask me that, my answer isn't going to change. Ever.”

Bucky was silent, his breathing the only sound in the space. You were worried that you said the wrong thing before he pushed himself away from the counter. Instead of moving back when he approached, you stood firm, ready to brace the storm. You sometimes felt like a mouse confronted by a lion when he got close, but it sent a thrill through you. Because you meant what you said.

You trusted him and he made you feel safe.

“I just had to hear you say it,” he whispered as he cupped your face.

A fire lit within you as Bucky captured your mouth with his. There was care and tenderness beneath the hunger and you found yourself clinging to his arms as you kissed him back. No one before him had ever kissed you with such desire, such passion. It had you chasing his lips when he pulled away too soon.

“Now go to my room, get undressed, and kneel on the bed facing the headboard,” he ordered, his voice low and allowing the words to sink in just in case you had any objections. Because he was done talking and ready to play.

So were you.

It took you a moment to answer since you had to bite back a whine. “Yes, Sir,” you whispered, feeling his eyes on you as you walked to his bedroom.

You focused on keeping your breathing even as you shed your clothes, taking a moment to fold them before you set them on the chair in the corner. The only time you left your garments on the floor was if Bucky put them there or had you put on a show for him. It was his space and you respected it.

He hadn't told you how long to wait for him, but your heart thumped as you knelt on the queen sized bed. You didn’t see any toys as you glanced around, but there was water, snacks, wipes, and the soft blanket you loved waiting on the nightstand. It took a moment for you to spot that there was a blindfold and scarf on top of the blanket. Your womb clenched in anticipation, an exquisite feeling knowing your patience and obedience would reward you.

Bucky walked through the door a minute later and shut it behind him. The energy shifted completely, both of you ready for each other. As much as you wanted to lift your gaze and look behind you, you kept your eyes downcast as he approached the bed. He cupped your cheek once he was close enough and forced your eyes to meet his.

“My beautiful angel,” he whispered, brushing his thumb along your skin as you glowed from the praise. He reached for the scarf and ran his fingers across the silk as he glanced at you. “As much as I hate to cover those beautiful eyes of yours and restrain you, I want you to concentrate on my touch tonight. Just let me have you.”

A shiver rolled down your spine as you nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

“Hands behind your back,” he said, moving to secure them once you did so. The silk was soft against your skin, almost as soft as the kiss to your shoulder. After years of being restrained, you knew he felt guilty at times taking your control away. The difference was you gave yourself to him willingly. “Tell me your safewords.”

“Green is good. Yellow to pause,” you stated, testing the scarf. He never bound you too tight, but it was enough that you couldn’t slip your wrists free. “Red to stop."

“Good girl,” he praised, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. You turned your head a fraction so he could slot his lips properly over yours. Gentle, yet hot enough to melt your insides. “My good girl.”

He maneuvered you so you were in the middle of the bed and spread your knees a bit further apart. He joined you on his knees, still fully clothed. Casting your gaze down again, you bit your lip when you saw the prominent bulge in his pants. A hand came up to grasp your chin before you could stare for too long and lifted your head. If you were still wearing your panties, they would’ve dampened from his darkened gaze.

“So beautiful and all mine tonight,” he said.

“I’m yours, Sir,” you whispered, the word “always” unspoken.

“And I know you were staring,” he smirked, his fingers working the button and zipper of his jeans. His impressive cock sprang free once he pushed his underwear and pants down far enough and you wished you could lean down and swirl your tongue around the large head. “Greedy angel. Just desperate to have my cock in you.”

“Yes, Sir. Please,” you begged.

He made a show of lifting the blindfold before he slipped it over your head, your body tensing up when your world went dark. Sight was one of the senses you relied on the most. It helped you absorb most of the world around you. And now it was temporarily gone. It felt like your heart would burst from your chest as you breathed a bit heavier. But Bucky was there, softly touching your face until you relaxed.

“Breathe, angel. I’ve got you,” he whispered, drawing a gasp from you when his lips touched yours. His hands mapped your body, brushing along your breasts down to your thighs. You felt him everywhere. “Color?”

“Green,” you whispered as a hand moved around your back and forced you to arch. He was careful not to hurt your arms. “Please.”

Your head fell back with a moan as his lips closed around your nipple. You could practically feel that he looked up at you as he gently suckled. A wave of arousal crashed through you as he pinched the other. No one had ever lavished your body with such attention the way Bucky did.

“I love seeing you like this,” he murmured against the swell of your breast. “Helpless. Trembling. Needy.”

You didn't mean to let such a wanton moan escape, but he made you feel needed. He made you feel wanted. It was a beautiful thing to surrender to him.

“And I love that I'm the one you trust to take care of you.”

“I trust you with my life, Sir,” you moaned.

And your heart, even though he had the power to break it.

Your chest suddenly felt colder when Bucky pulled his mouth and hand away and you shook from the loss of his heat. His vibranium hand touched your torso to remind you he was close when he shifted closer to you on the bed. You gasped when he dragged his hand down and you were helpless to do anything but feel when it slid between your legs.

“You're doing so well for me,” he said, his teeth grazing your neck as his fingers spread your sopping folds. He teased you, letting you soak his metal fingers as you mewled. He lightly bit you again when he replaced his fingers with his cock, sliding along your slit, but not pushing inside you just yet. “You want me inside you? You need me to fuck you, don't you? Tell me.”

Your cheeks flamed as you whined. “I need you to fuck me, Sir,” you said, trying to widen your thighs to take him in more.

“I will. I'm going to give you everything you need,” he rumbled, gripping your hips with strong and capable hands to keep you still. “And you’re going to let me ruin your pretty little pussy with my cock.”

You panted with want at his possessiveness. Filthy words were something you never thought you’d hear from someone associated with The Avengers and they kicked your body into overdrive. You ached to have him split you open. “Ruin me, Sir.”

In one swift move he lifted you, pulled you into his lap, and buried himself to the hilt. Your mouth fell open as you let out a cry, every inch of his cock stretching and making itself at home in your welcoming cunt. You couldn't brace yourself on his shoulders with your hands behind your back. You couldn't see the ecstasy in his eyes as he let you adjust to his size, but you didn't have to. Not with the way he dug his fingers in and groaned against your shoulder.

He took you to heaven when he was inside you.

“Color,” he said against your skin, thrusting his hips up once.

“Green,” you moaned, reminding yourself to stay still when you wanted him to move. “So green.”

“Good girl,” he whispered, gently kissing up to your ear. “Keep being good while I bounce you up and down on my cock.”

Your eyes fluttered behind the blindfold as he pulled you up and slammed you back down on his cock. Your tongue felt heavy in your mouth and your heart beat frantically in your chest. It was difficult to string thoughts together, but they all went back to him and how good he made you feel. How he made you feel beautiful.

Flaws and all.

“It’s like your cunt was made for me, angel. Practically crying all over my cock,” his voice was smoky as sounds of pleasure tumbling from your lips. The next moan was softer when he slid a hand up to your neck, resting it there as the other kept your hips flush against his. “You deserve to feel good because you are good. So fucking good.”

Your lower lip trembled as a sob worked its way to your throat, “Thank you, Sir,” you whimpered before he squeezed.

“And I. Deserve. You.” He punctuated each word with a deep thrust. You didn’t have to see his face to know the fury that surfaced. “My angel. Mine.”

It overwhelmed you as he bounced you in his lap, sinking you down onto him again and again. His thrusts were almost unforgiving, but the hand on your throat didn’t tighten anymore. He couldn’t hurt you. He wouldn’t hurt you.

“I’m your angel, Sir,” you moaned as he reduced you to a needy wet mess.

“I wanna tear you apart,” he growled against your lips. “And put you back together so you still feel me when you fucking breathe.”

“Tear me apart, Sir,” you gasped, a plea for him to use you more. Your thighs hit his as he thrust up and all you could do was take it. He touched places inside you no one else could reach, physically and emotionally, and you never wanted it to stop. “Please!”

“Tell me you need me to come inside you and I’ll let you come,” he ordered, the hand on your neck squeezing a fraction. “Say it.”

“Come inside me, Sir,” you begged.

“Bucky,” he breathed against your lips. “Say. My. Name.”

Your next breath was shaky. He always had you call him “Sir” on nights like this. Why was this different?

Your orgasm began to crest, but you couldn’t let go until you gave him what he wanted. And he’d give you what you needed. “Come inside me, Bucky,” you exhaled. “Please.”

He swiped his thumb along your pulse with a deep groan, his cock still driving up into you. “I will after you come,” he promised, his tongue sliding past your parted lips and pulling away all too quickly. “C’mon, angel. Come for me. Show me you’re mine.”

The sob you tampered down earlier resuraced, wrenched from your throat as you came. Your release continued, practically leaking around his cock as tears slid out beneath the blindfold. You were beyond rational thought as pleasure spiraled through you, vaguely aware that he thrust through it to chase his own end.

“Good. Fucking. Girl.” He grunted, pulsing hotly inside you as he filled you up.

Both of you panted as you continued to drift from euphoria, your heart still beating wildly. You were warm, but your body shivered as he lifted you up. Your combined release slid from your aching cunt once he slipped free. You floated and wanted him to catch you, but you couldn’t put your arms around him.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered when you let out a whimper. He made quick work of untying your wrists so he could lay you down properly and wipe away the tears still on your cheeks. “I’m going to take the blindfold off.”

Your eyes stayed shut for a moment when Bucky removed it, but you cracked them open when you wanted to see him. Your vision slowly cleared as you blinked a few times, your mind still floating as he came into view. He called you an angel, but he was the one who had a halo around his head at the moment. A gorgeous angel who had unrightfully had his wings taken away. He smiled like he wanted to eat you alive, but his touch was nothing short of tender when he brought his hand to your face.

“So fucking beautiful. You did so well for me. Fuck, I just wanna clean you with my tongue and fill you up all over again,” he praised as you clenched around nothing and whined. As hot as it sounded, you needed a bit of rest after that. “Not tonight,” he smiled, keeping a hand on you as he grabbed a wipe.

A reason he had everything close by was because you craved his touch after sex. If he ever got too far away, you whimpered and reached for him. It made you feel needy, but he assured you that he needed to keep touching you just as badly.

It just wasn’t fair that he looked so composed.

Bucky continued to shower you with soft praise as he cleaned you up. It didn’t take him long before he wrapped the soft blanket around you, trembles moved through your entire body as he put his arms around you, too. He took aftercare very seriously. It was a way for you to feel cared for and nurtured while allowing your body and brain to return back to normal. He never wanted you to experience negativity or sadness after any sort of session, especially an intense one.

You were aware that he moved you closer in his arms and rested his cheek against the top of your head, but you weren't ready to speak yet. It always took you a minute to come back to yourself and he was never one to rush or push you. If relaxing in his embrace was what it took to return to the world, he was more than content to keep you in his arms.

At least, that was what he told you.

You opened your eyes after a few minutes. Your heartbeat was back to a steady rhythm, but you still weren't ready to move yet. You were warm and safe. Bucky was there to take care of you. But what about him?

Had you taken care of him?

Bucky had a faint smile on his face when you lifted your head, his shoulders relaxed and eyes soft. Like he was at ease with everything around him. “Welcome back, angel,” he whispered, peppering your face with light kisses.

“Hey,” you smiled tiredly, your voice a little hoarse as you brought a hand to his hair, happy that you could touch him again. Judging by the way his eyes slipped shut for a moment before he opened them, he missed your touch, too.

“You okay?”

“I am and so are you. You're okay.” It wasn't a question. Whatever haunted him earlier was gone.

For now.

He didn't tear his gaze away as he reached for the water behind him, which you gratefully accepted as he put it to your lips. “You amaze me, you know? You just came back to yourself, but you're talking about me being okay.”

“Isn’t that why you call me?” You asked with a small frown, taking another large sip. “To help you?”

His brows furrowed. “It’s not just about me. This is about you, too.”

You took one more drink before you could say something stupid. Yes, this was about you, too. How he didn't push too far. How he’d hold you after sex and talk with you because those things were important to you. How he made you feel cherished and wanted for a short while.

You just didn't want to admit that he was a constant in your mind. But would it be so wrong if you did? Even if he’d never date you, didn't he have a right to know how you felt?

Communication was key and you would have to eventually tell him if those feelings persisted.

“It’s about both of us and I just want you to be okay,” is what you said because it was the truth.

He set the water aside and cupped your cheek, his calloused hand a little cool, but nice. You almost wished you could hide from his knowing eyes, but he didn’t press you for more. “I am now,” he said, swallowing a little. “I just couldn't let you see me tonight.”

Worry filled his eyes like he may have upset you, but you shook your head. You had seen his scars, but he was never obligated to show you his body. “You're letting me see you now,” you said, scooting closer as he brought your wrist to his mouth to kiss it.

You thought about how the evening played out. How he asked if you thought he was a good man. How he demanded that you speak his name. And how he said he deserved you. Either something happened while he was gone or someone said or did something to get to him. You wished you knew what it was since he didn’t expand on what had been eating away at him before.

“And before you ask, you didn't hurt me,” you told him, knowing the question was coming. You appreciated that he cared enough to check.

He pressed a kiss to your temple. “Good because I’d never stop hating myself if I did,” he admitted, looking at the ceiling for a moment. “You don't deserve that kind of pain.”

Your heart swelled, not letting any past hurt enter your mind. He made you believe that you deserved better than what you had. It was a good feeling.

“Neither do you. And that's a reason why safewords exist. Both of us can use them,” you reminded him. Like aftercare, he took the words seriously. He listened to you. And if he ever got overwhelmed, he had every right to stop it the same way you did. “So no self-hate tonight.”

He huffed in mock annoyance. “Yes, ma’am. And speaking of self-hate,” he teased, tilting his head to look your way. “I really don’t want to go to therapy tomorrow.”

There was a forced calmness in his blue eyes as you assessed him. “You still don’t like your therapist,” you stated.

One of the conditions of his pardon was that he had to go to therapy. It was meant to help him process his thoughts and past experiences in order to work through them. Though he didn’t tell you what went on in his sessions as it was none of your business, he didn’t keep it a secret from you that the doctor was far from his favorite person.

You wondered if Bucky told her about you.

“What’s there to like?” He asked.

You smiled a little, knowing better than to poke the bear and say she probably wasn't that bad. “Well, being able to speak to someone who provides non-judgemental and empathetic support is one thing.”

“That’s why I like talking to you,” he said, the affection in his voice making your heart skip a beat.

“Oh,” you said, not sure what else to say.

Moments like that made you think he cared. No, that wasn’t right. You knew he cared about you. But hearing things like that made you feel like there was hope for more and he wasn’t ready for that.

Hope was both a wonderful and dangerous thing.

“Have you met anyone else?” He asked suddenly, moving his hand to your back.

It was a question Bucky asked every time he had you over. He said from the start if there was another man in your life that you’d rather be with, someone who could offer you more, he’d step aside. There wasn't anyone else. You didn't want anyone else.

And while it was admirable that he would walk away if that ever changed, your heart ached at the thought that he’d easily let you go. Because at the end of the day he wasn't ready for a relationship. Not yet.

Even if he was, who said he wanted one with you?

“No, I haven't met anyone,” you said, feeling the warm breath of his exhale against your skin as his hand moved up and down your back. It relaxed you more and you found yourself fighting a yawn. “Have you?”

“No,” he chuckled. The crinkles by his eyes made him look carefree. “Not since you saved me.”

You shut your eyes, afraid that tears would well up if you looked at him. “I didn't save you. All I did was buy you a coffee one afternoon,” you whispered dismissively.

That day changed your life.

“I’m going to let that slide since you're sleepy, but I’m going to remind you when you're wide awake that you did a lot more than that,” he spoke. He held you a little tighter when you stayed quiet. You were more tired than you thought. “Get some sleep, angel. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

You let your eyes shut at his command. “Thank you for taking care of me, Bucky.”

“Thank you for taking a chance on me.”

There was something else unspoken in the air, but a tender kiss to your forehead stopped you from reading too deeply into it.

In the morning, he’d send you back to your place after he made you breakfast. He’d text you later to make sure you were okay. He would continue to check in and you would do your best not to fall for him more. Because one day he wouldn't need you anymore. You didn't know when that day would come, but tonight you could indulge in the fantasy that Bucky wanted you to be his girl.

Permanently.

I just want these two happy and together. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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okay this is so incredibly specific so please feel free to ignore BUT i’ve been wanting to read a fic for ages where the reader is Chase’s childhood best friend from Australia and she moves to New Jersey for a fresh start. She’s staying with Chase while she gets settled, and one day she comes to visit him at lunch at the hospital, where she ends up meeting House and he’s… intrigued by her 👀 either romantic or smut would be so very cool :^D <33 💐

YES. I LOVE THIS PROMPT IM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG BUT IM FINISHED!!!

Gregory House x Fem!Chases bsf!Reader

Warnings: None really, just cussing and tooth rotting fluff >:) 3k+ words.

Chase's POV: 

“Well I was just wondering if we could go out sometime, I think you're really-” My attention shifted as y/n's call lit up my phone, interrupting the conversation. It was a more pressing matter than pursuing a one-night stand.

“Excuse me for a moment.” I say walking away, the woman having an annoyed look on her face. 

I answer the phone.

���Hello, y/n? Whats up” 

“Chase! Long time no talk haha.”

“You called me yesterday.”

“Learn to take a joke, anyways, I have some exciting news for you.”

“I’m moving to New Jersey!!” 

“Wait what? Really?”

“Yeah, I kinda forgot to tell you and i'm actually at the airport right now, so I hope you aren't busy tomorrow so you can pick me up.”

“Wow, um alright, yeah I can pick you up, do you have a place to stay?"

“Um…no…” I sigh, “Just stay at mine for now.”

“Don't even with the sigh i’ve known you my whole life you can put the nightly hookups on hold for your best friend.” 

I smirk and shake my head, “Yeah yeah, I’ll see ya tomorrow y/n” 

Y/N’s POV:

I smile as I hang up with Chase, grabbing my luggage and pulling it along the airport. Ahh yes, crying babies, rushed parents, annoying couples and that one insanely attractive person you see for a split second, I love the airport. 

Glancing at my ticket I realize I might have to hurry to make it to the gate, speed walking I see a text from chase, “Have a safe flight.” Let's hope so. 

Time skip (to lazy to write all the details about fucking airports)

Relaxing on a 21-hour flight proved challenging, especially with a toddler nearby. It was unclear whether the toddler would be a source of annoyance or just be tolerable. The flight just started. So to entertain myself I decide to do some digging about Chase's job, he brags about it all the time and the infamous Dr Gregory House. To be honest I thought Chase was gay for a little while with how much he talks about him. Still speculating. 

The plane lifts off and I start my look, at first just looking up Gregory House, a surprising amount of things show up. An article titled, “Gregory House, Talented Doctor? Or a lying Narcissist?” Oh well that's a good first impression.   

Scrolling down I see another article, “The world's greatest doctor, and his deepest secrets” 

Now that's enticing. I click on it only to find out his deepest secrets, including using 3 in one shampoo and how his leg got hurt. I guess people hardly know anything about him. I click on the photos of him, there's only a couple, most of them blurry but to be honest he's pretty good looking from the photos I can see. I’d honestly be gay for him if I was Chase. 

The toddler next to me starts giggling, I glance at her and notice her staring at a picture of House. She's kicking her feet too. That's so relatable. 

For the rest of the flight I find some stuff about this guy named Taub, who somehow also figured out that he cheated on his wife which is why he had to quit. How did I find that out? I took a coding class in 8th grade. (I got lucky) 

Lisa Cuddy the Dean of Medicine, unfortunately only good stuff about her, boring. 

Remy Hadley, oddly, can't find anything on her. 

Eric Foreman, his brothers in jail, fun. 

And the others are just as boring. For the remainder of the flight, the toddler proved surprisingly chill. I passed the time by binge-watching random movies I had downloaded earlier

*Another time skip to plane landing* 

Finally, 21 hours on a fucking plane is horrible. 

I check my phone after I take it off airplane mode, seeing a text from chase a couple minutes ago. 

“I’m at the airport, is your flight done?”

“Yep, wya.”

“I’m parked in the front.”

“That's specific” 

“There's no other front dumbass”

I roll my eyes at his text, and get off the plane as soon as I can. I walk out and see Chase standing outside his car waiting for me. His eyes light up as he spots me, and a grin spreads across his face. Unable to resist, I rush forward and envelop him in a bear hug.

“Man you’re a lot uglier in person” 

I say jokingly, smirking.

“Oh shut up”  

We climbed into his car, and he drove us back to his apartment. When we arrive he helps get my crap into the house, before he gets a call saying he had to head to work. 

Eventually a week or two passes, I've gotten more comfortable in his apartment, applied for a bunch of jobs, and looked for places to stay so I’m not invading his “man” space anymore. Unfortunately there aren't a lot of options, and no jobs have replied to my applications, which is weird since im overqualified, it's almost like they aren’t even getting my applications in the first place. 

I’m doing the dishes when I get a text from Chase.

“Hey, I left my wallet on the counter, so I don’t have money for food, could ya bring it for me?” 

“Nah”

“See you soon”

I breathe out a laugh and grab his wallet, putting a coat on then driving to the hospital. 

When I get there I walk in, looking around before I call Chase, “Where do I go this place is huge” I can hear talking in the background, actually more like arguing. “Uhm just wait at the entrance i’ll be right there.” He says in a whisper.

He hangs up so I just stand there awkwardly waiting, that was a weird ass phone call. To be fair Chase is a weird ass guy with weird ass coworkers so what do I expect at this point. 

Before I see Chase I see Dr Gregory House, limping quickly towards me. And damn he’s even hotter in person than the pictures I saw of him. 

“Hey, no time to explain, you need to come with me.” He grabs my arm dragging me into the elevator. Before it closes I see Chase come out of the stairway, he sprints towards the elevator but it closes. I hear him trying to say something, but it's muffled and I can’t understand it. Wait why the fuck did I even follow House? 

“You're real compliant, you’d make a great hooker.” 

I turn around and side eye him.

“Thanks, so would you.” I say giving a fake smile. 

“Speaking of compliant, why did you drag me away from Chase? What's going on?’’

“I made a bet with Chase.”

“That's really specific and helpful thanks” 

“Oh yeah no problem” 

Sarcastic asshole. 

“If you don’t tell me, I'll stop following you and go with Chase.” 

He rolls his eyes.

“Fine, Mom! The bet is that I can convince you to work as my assistant here.”

“Really? That's it? I need a job. Why would Chase even bet against that?” 

“He thinks you’ll fall in love with me so he doesn’t want that to happen, in his words, “She has a thing for homeless looking, narcissistic assholes with beards.” So he’s trying to prevent it, and he’s sure he can.”  

Damn- I feel so called out. I stay silent before nodding.

“Well to be honest he isn’t wrong.” 

I see House smirk before we get out of the elevator, he hobbles and leads me to his office, locking the door then having me sit down. 

As I sit down in front of his desk, he grabs a ball and starts throwing it against the wall, while sitting down. 

“So are you gonna interview me or something?” 

“Yeah, I’m just waiting for Chase to get back up here so he can watch me interview you.” 

He really is an asshole…it's kinda hot though. 

“Fair enough.” 

We wait a bit before Chase comes jogging up to the door, out of breath, he’s clearly been running plenty. He starts banging on the glass door that House previously locked.

“House!! Y/N! Let me in! This isn’t fair!” He exclaims, House is grinning when he leans over his desk, crossing his arms.

“Okay! Let’s start this interview now.” 

“Y/n! You traitor!” 

Did I abandon my childhood best friend for some disabled doctor? No, I did it for the job. At least that's what I'm telling myself.   

Turning my attention back to House instead of the Australian cry baby outside the door, he asks me, “First question, do you want the job of being my assistant?” 

“Obviously”

“Great! You have the job!” 

I mean, easy enough. I smile and shake my head. This hospital really has some unique people. 

House shakes my hand, grinning as Chase is sitting on the floor defeated outside. 

As the days turned into weeks at Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, I got to know everyone. Cuddy had to actually approve of me working as House’s assistant first, but once she saw a…normal enough individual, she welcomed me into the environment.

Getting to know House better, I found myself drawn to him in ways I hadn’t really expected. The bet between House and Chase, Chase thinking I would fall for House, I took it as a joke, until that joke turned more into reality. 

Despite House being a narcissistic piece of shit, there were small moments that I saw, or shared with him that made me fall for him. Ones where he seemed happy, or just easy to be around. At work he's serious but when Wilson dragged him out to bars, or other social environments, he could actually be fun. And though him being a dick is undeniably attractive sometimes, when he was…”himself” that's how I began to fall for him.  

One day, after an especially tough day for the team, and being forced to go break into houses and get coffee and food, I found myself alone with House in his office. The rest of the team had left, leaving us in a rare moment alone with each other. As I glanced up from the medical chart of the most recent patient, I caught House’s gaze lingering on me, his blue eyes intense and unreadable. 

“Something on your mind, House?” I asked, attempting to break the awkward silence between us. 

He smirked, leaning back in his chair with a casual ease, “Oh just wondering why a catch like yourself doesn’t have a boyfriend, or husband?” He responds, his tone laced with flirtatiousness.

I couldn’t help but chuckle at his response, a faint blush on my cheeks. House and I had gained an uncanny camaraderie, made from me running around doing everyone's paperwork, being the designated “you get to tell patients they are dying!!” person. And as you’d expect people didn’t respect me a lot, but if someone was blatantly mean to me, House would step in and destroy their self esteem in a second and walk away like it meant nothing. That's another thing that I think made me fall for him. 

“Believe me, I’ve been asking myself that a lot too.” I smile, placing the medical chart on his desk. 

“Do you want a boyfriend? Or girlfriend, or a pet or something.” He quips, his eyes looking like they are reading me, studying my every movement and reaction to what he’s saying, it's flattering and uncomfortable at the same time. 

“A boyfriend would be nice.” I say reassuringly, a laugh escaping me as I shake my head in amusement.

“Alright let's say *hypothetically* I asked you out. *hypothetically* what would your response be?” 

Raising an eyebrow I ask, “Are you trying to go on a date with me?”

“I said hypothetically, now answer the question.” 

A smirk plays on my lips as I roll my eyes in a mock annoyance. 

“Well.” I say, “Hypothetically, I would say yes.” 

“Great, meet me for dinner at (some random fancy place idk u make up a name i'm too lazy to), wear something cute.” 

 With that, he sauntered out of the office, leaving me to think about what just happened. Glancing at the clock, I realized I had just enough time to get ready for our “hypothetical date.” 

The anticipation bubbled within me, standing outside (IDK A RESTAURANT NAME IT), waiting for House to arrive. My heart raced with nervous excitement, unsure what to expect from a…unique…guy like House. I had used all the time I had to work on my outfit, settling for a simple dress (or suit, or just anything you're comfy in :) ). 

As I scanned the busy street, searching for any sign of House, I heard the obnoxiously loud sound of a motorcycle approaching. House rode in, parking his bike before getting off and walking (limping) towards me. My breath caught in my throat as I saw him, he looked impossibly handsome, in a tailored suit that made his rugged charm come out, good god he looked fine. 

“Y/n,” he greeted with a warm smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners in genuine affection. “That outfit makes your ass look nice.” 

I scoff playfully, hitting his arm. “So much for acting like a gentleman, at least you look like one.” 

He chuckled, offering me his arm in a more gentlemanly gesture. “Yeah yeah, shall we?” 

With a nod, I looped my arm through his, savoring the warmth of his touch as we mad our way into the restaurant. The ambiance was elegant and inviting, with a soft candlelight casting a warm glow over the decor. 

As we were seated at a table in a quiet corner of the restaurant, I couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement in my chest. I’m finally going out with House, damn Chase was totally right. 

Throughout the evening, our conversation flowed surprisingly easily between us. I had half expected him to be rude or stuck up, but he seemed actually interested in me, in my life. He was asking questions, laughing and joking with me. Sharing stories of his own, and treating me like an actual human. Honestly it was scaring me a bit, but it was making me fall harder for him. 

House raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. ‘So, tell my Y/N. What’s the most embarrassing thing that's happened to you?” 

I laughed, shaking my head as I thought about the memory. “Well, there was this one time in college-” 

“Let me guess,” House interrupted, a smirk playing on his lips. “It involved copious amounts of alcohol and very questionable decisions?” 

I chuckle and nod in agreement. “You could say that. Long story short, I ended up streaking through the campus fountain at three in the morning. I'm pretty sure Chase might still have a video of it still.”

House raises an eyebrow, an amused laugh coming from him. “I wish I could say I was surprised, oh and also. I am finding that video.” He states, with a determined and mischievous grin. 

The dinner continues and our connection just seems to get stronger, fueled by shared laughter, stories of shit Wilson and him did in college, things Chase and I did in highschool. With each passing moment, I found myself more and more under House’s spell, captivated by the complexity of himself, his character. His gaze, laughter, even his personality. Maybe it was the wine or something, but House was being nice, he had charisma, and was being attractive in general.  

I don’t even realize that we’ve spent almost three hours in the restaurant just talking. I check my phone seeing that it's 9:30 already. We had got and paid the check awhile ago, but had stayed to talk longer. The restaurant closes at 10, and I felt a sudden pang of disappointment that our date was close to being over with. I didn’t want it to end, I was savoring this moment I was having, this seemingly perfect night. 

When the waiter arrived to take our dessert order, I couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment that the evening was drawing to a close. I wasn't ready for it to end—I wanted to savor every moment, to prolong the magic of our time together for as long as possible.

House notices my look of disappointment, “I’m aware how amazing I am, but if its up to me, this won’t be our last date.” 

A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth, my cheeks heating up as I blush. The butterflies in my stomach going absolutely insane. 

So with a quick glance around the restaurant, I rose from my seat, House grabbed my hand as he led me towards the exit. 

Stepping out into the cool night air, I felt a sense of happiness coursing through me. This was it, the beginning of a new relationship, a surprisingly healthy one so far. 

As House’s hand tightened around mine, his touch sent sparks of electricity coursing through my veins. I knew now that maybe Chase knows me better than I know myself, in all fairness he predicted this, but right now I wasn’t afraid to admit this, to admit the undeniable attraction that I had towards Dr Gregory House. 

His touch leaves mine, his hand pulling as we stand in front of the restaurant, close to each other, staring in each other's eyes. I glance at his lips before leaning in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, not sure if he expected it, but I pull back.

“Goodnight House. I’ll see you tomorrow.” And with that I walk away, to my car. When I get in my car, I look in the mirror, seeing House standing there with a lovestruck grin, one a child would have over some school crush. But it was cute, he was cute. And this was just the beginning of an annoyingly predicated relationship with a Vicodin addicted, asshole, who I suspect has a soft spot for me.

[sunny44]

A baby here

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Fem!reader

Warnings: pregnancy talks and

Summary: now it’s real, no mistakes on the ultrasound stories.

This was a request, hope it was what you imagined.

Previous Part

After that day, I kept thinking about how happy he was, believing I was pregnant even though I wasn't really. It made me more certain that he's the one I want to be the father of my children.

So, after that day, we decided that when we felt like it, we wouldn't use protection but it was all very laid-back—if it happened, great, but if not, that was fine too.

But eventually, it happened and I decided to do the same thing as last time, but this time, I made my stories visible only for him to see since I was going out again with my sister.

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@charlesleclerc replied to your stories

Babe, you're posting your sister's ultrasound again 😂

I felt like responding, but I ignored it and showed it to my sister, who laughed too.

We continued shopping and I stopped in front of a baby clothing store, watching and thinking that in a few months, Charlie and I would be dressing our baby in those tiny outfits.

“Why not surprise him?” She said, stopping beside me. “He did it for you when he thought you were pregnant, so now that you are, it would be nice to put a little outfit along with the test.”

“I already have an outfit; I had a onesie made like the Ferrari overalls.”

“He'll love it.”

“I'm sure he'll only dress her in that.”

“Her?” My sister asked.

“I don't know, I have a feeling it's a girl.” I touched my belly.

“Regardless of what comes, you two will be great. But Charles was born to be a girl's dad.” I smiled at her.

“Yeah, I know.” I smiled, imagining the two of them.

“Well, I think we should go; Mike said he took Charles out of the house and they're on the boat organizing things for our day tomorrow so it's the perfect time for you and me to plan a surprise for him.”

...

We organized everything for the surprise, I made his favorite pasta, set the table with candles and prepared the little box with the surprise. When he came home, he was more excited than usual, hugging and kissing me all over my face.

“What's with all this excitement?” I asked as he looked around.

“What is all this? I'm sure I didn't forget our anniversary or anything.”

“You didn't and I just wanted to surprise you.”

“Thank you love, everything looks beautiful.”He gave me a peck. “And this excitement is because I stopped by your sister's with Mike, helped him with some things for the baby's room and got excited about when we're going to decorate ours.” I held back tears and didn't tell him. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I'm just hungry.” He laughed.

“I'll take a quick shower and be right down, okay?” I agreed, and he rushed upstairs.

I arranged our food on the plates, lit the candles and when I finished, he was coming down.

“Hmm, you even made my favorite pasta.”

“Come on, let's eat.”

After dinner and after declining the wine, we talked a lot until I decided it was time.

“I have a surprise for you.”

“Another one?” He asked as I got up.

“Yes.”

“I also have something for you.”

“Okay, do you want to go first?”

“Yes.” He took a deep breath.

“Okay.” I left the little box on the counter.

“You are the best thing that has happened in my life so far. You came into my life when I was at my worst after losing my father, and you helped me overcome and not get lost in grief. I honestly don't know what I would do without you, and I don't even want to think that this could happen someday. You are the love of my life, and I have no doubt about that.” I was already crying, and I cried more when he knelt in front of me, opened the box with a ring inside. “So, would you make me the happiest man in the world by marrying me?”

“Charlie.” I said, crying. “Of course, I'll marry you.”

He smiled, putting the ring on my finger and kissing me. He wiped the tears from my face and gave me a peck.

“What did you want to give me?” He asked after letting me go.

“Here.” I handed him the box, and he left it on the counter, opening it.

“I don't understand.” He said, taking out the Ferrari onesie from the box. “Did you want to show it to me before giving it to your sister?”

“It's not for her.” I said, taking the pregnancy test and handing it to him. “The ultrasound I posted wasn't hers; it's mine.”

“What?” He widened his eyes. “You're pregnant?”

“Yes.” And more tears streamed down my eyes, but now Charles's eyes too.

“We're having a baby?” I nodded. “We're having a baby.”

He said and hugged me tightly; I heard him sniffle and laugh with happiness, and when he let go, he kissed me.

“Did you like it? The little outfit.” He laughed.

“I loved it; it looks just like it.” He said, looking. “It will definitely be the outfit I'll put on our baby the most.”

“I'm 100% sure about that.” I smiled at him, and he folded and put the outfit back in the box.

“Can we use the guest room for the baby's room and turn the office into the new guest room, or can we move to a bigger place?” He started talking. “I heard there's a vacant apartment one floor below Max's building; we could be neighbors, and...”

“Charles, calm down; you're talking so much you're getting out of breath.” I smiled at him, and he gave me a peck. “We don't need to do anything now; we can think about it calmly.”

“I know, but I'm so excited, and I really want to buy things for the room, but we need to know where we're going to live.”

“Well, I love living here, but it's a bit small, and since we're starting a family, maybe living in a slightly bigger place would be good.”

“Well then, I'll schedule a visit to that apartment before the season starts.”

“Okay.” I smiled and gave him a peck.

“What do you think it is?” He asked, running his hand over my belly.

“I have a feeling it's a girl.”

“Well, I don't mind; whatever comes, we'll love unconditionally.” He said. “But I always saw myself as a girl's dad, so...”

“My sister said you look like a girl's dad.” He smiled.

“Well, I agree with her.” He hugged me. “How about we go upstairs and lie down?”

“I think it's a great idea.” He picked me up and took me to our room.

Bonus scene!

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“This last few months have been the best ones in my life, I’m about to become Mrs. Leclerc and a mommy.”

[thinkingaboutyou247]

just being in a hotel with him would drive me crazy

(it's quite a lengthy post, if you like the shorter posts please let me know 💋)

I think about this every night 🩷

we come back to our hotel after meeting each other for the first time, we planned to save a bit of cash so we opted for the one bedroom hotel. it's not how I'd spend the first night alone with this guy, but whatever.

I'd try not to bring up how he's had a raging boner the minute we met, how he could barely speak when I'd ask him questions. it was adorable watching him fumble and try to hide that thick cock of his. but honestly? seeing him that worked up was adorable.

I would want to get changed into my pajamas, and knowing he's already seen every part of me from our countless nights up sending each other videos, I'd do it in front of him. slowly taking off my shirt, slowly taking off my flares, lingering trying to find the matching shirt to my pajamas. it would be so exhilarating watching his eyes follow me.

the room feels quiet, but not uncomfortable. I decide to put on the first playlist that pops up on my Spotify, and Lover's Rock by TV Girl starts to break the silence.

after I'm changed, I stretch out on the bed, sighing a little at the freshly washed linen, and start asking about what we should do tomorrow. he's practically bent over he's so horny. and I fucking love it.

I can feel him staring at my tits, my nipples practically cutting the fabric they're confined to. he barely mutters out, "may I?".

I've been waiting for this all. fucking. day.

I nod, even giggling a little as he starts to play with my tits over my shirt, and I can see his expression changing. I'll decide to lift my shirt up so he can really feel them.

"fuck me?" I whisper, my words clinging to his head like it was the perfect opportunity.

and that's when his expression changes.

it's like I woke up this deep horny side that I've never seen.

he grips my pillowy tits tighter, making sure to leave fingernail marks all around them. he takes one hand off, his left one, and practically tears off my pajama trousers.

I'll just buy new ones, they were bound to get ruined anyways.

his attention shifts entirely, from my perky boobs to my tight hole, I can barely wait for him to fuck it.

he starts by putting a finger up into my pussy, I can barely let out a gasp as his hand slams onto my mouth, but that just makes me even wetter. he feels around before putting another finger in, I can barely contain my excitement. it's almost thrilling the way his fingers feel. I can barely even breath.

he fingers me for a bit, going slow at first but slowly speeding up as he goes along, making sure he gets a good pace. I'm practically moaning, not like he could hear it anyways as he has a tight grip on my pretty mouth.

I swear I can feel myself getting closer to coming, I want him to finish me and keep me going at the same time. but I can tell he's got other plans. Just mere seconds before I'm about to have the best orgasm yet, he pulls out his fingers. he takes his hand off my face.

I can barely open my mouth before I realise what he's about to do.

my eyes roll back into my head as he unzips his baggy jeans, almost tripping over them, and pulling down his boxers to reveal his dick, already wet with pre cum. he brings it closer to my tiny hole and I knew it was all over.

he rams it into me.

I let out the most sluttiest noise I've made. normally it's breathless moans but the feeling of a thick cock being forced into me was so good.

he starts destroying me, if I hold my breath to stop myself from moaning, he'll just go faster, sometimes I can hear him moan and curse under his breath. just hearing his voice is enough to send me reeling.

I think I've came twice? or I've continuously came? I don't even care anymore, he is driving me crazy. he's only been inside me for 20 minutes but I don't want him to finish. I want to feel this good for hours.

I can tell he's getting closer. his breathing is getting more erratic, more louder. I don't know what's turning him on more, my tits bouncing with every pound or my slutty moans.

and then the release.

he shoves his cock so far into me, I almost scream. I can feel his thick cum pumping me full, every twitch of his cock and every time it hits my walls. I swear I could almost see into the past.

I'm so glad I'm on the bed because I would've fell over by now, I can see my legs shaking, I can barely breathe.

I don't know how much longer I would've lasted but I'm glad he came sooner than expected, I swear I would've been screaming.

he basically collapses beside me, kissing up my chest and on my neck, I can barely keep myself composed, I'm already so horny from feeling his cum leak out of me.

I hope he's up for round 2 soon 🩷💋

[starlost-maniac]

I Slept with My Boss - Ch 8

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS, DNI

Warnings/genre: SMUT, piv, pia, protected sex, one night stand, mxf, mxm, multiple orgasms, multiple partners, club/drinks, voyeurism, pet names, daddy kink, double pen, oral, color system, squirting, more angst

Pairing: ot8 SKZ x fem!reader

dividers made by @cafekitsune

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You cleaned your apartment and brought out blankets to sit under. About 15 minutes after you finished, there was a knock on your door. You go over and look through the peephole, seeing Han and Minho standing there, Han looking a bit nervous. You step back and unlock your door, opening it for the boys.

"Hi, guys." You smile, stepping aside for them to come in. They both thank you and step inside. They both look around your apartment before their eyes land on you.

"I'm just here to drop Hannie off," Minho grabs Han by the waist, making the blue haired man drop his bag. "And to say hi to my kitten. Wanna make sure you're ok after the eventful day you had today." Minho smirks playfully.

"I'm ok. I rested, went to the spa, which I found out you and Chan own, and did a little bit of shopping." You point to your coffee table, covered in snacks and other things. Both boys look at your table.

"You are well prepared, kitten." Minho smiles, turning back to you. "Take care of him, ok? I know he's excited to be the first to get to spend the night with you since the first initial meeting, but he needs lots of cuddles." Han whines, a pout forming on his lips. Minho just kisses his temple.

"If you also wouldn't mind bringing him to work with you for me? I need him for a bit tomorrow." The older one playfully smirks. "I'll tell Chan you'll be late, under my discretion, so don't worry about getting in trouble. " You nod and thank him.

"Now, I'll leave you two love birds alone for the night." You and Han both blush, Han whining again. It was honestly really cute. He gently grabs Han's face and kisses him deeply, pulling him closer by the waist with his other hand. Han groans into Minho's mouth before the other pulls away. He then turns to you, pulling you close by your waist as well and kissing you just as deep. You squeak when he pulls you over, but melt into the kiss. He pulls away from you and smiles again at you and Han.

"You two have a good night, and don't do anything I wouldn't do. Also, don't forget coffee and breakfast." Minho smirks and winks before letting himself out. You go and lock the door, turning nervously to Han.

"Did you eat dinner yet? I got ramen to eat in case you haven't yet." You play with the hem of your shirt nervously.

"No, I haven't eaten yet. Ramen sounds good, honestly." He smiles reassuringly. He reaches his hand out for yours, smile not leaving his face. You smile back and walk over, taking his hand. You lead him into the kitchen and let go of his hand so you can grab what you need. Once you have the pot on the stove, you feel Han's arms wrap around you again. He nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck and hums softly, content.

"Hi, Hannie." You giggle softly. You feel him smile against your skin at the nickname. He hums again softly and squeezes you in a back hug, placing a soft kiss to your neck.

"Hi, jagi." He mumbles against you. You smile and gently place your hands on his arms, absent-mindedly rubbing your thumbs against his skin as you wait for the water to boil. You stay in this position with him until you step forward to start cooking the ramen. He whines a bit when you momentarily step away but follows your movement, stepping up with you, keeping his arms around you. He sets his chin on your shoulder this time to watch you cook.

You silently cook the ramen, Han placing the occasional kiss to your neck or jaw. When it's ready, you take the pot off the heat, turning the stove top off.

"I gotta grab bowls, Hannie." You smile softly. He grumbles cutely, letting you go. You grab two bowls and fill them up, passing Han a bowl and a pair of chopsticks. He thanks you, smiling as he follows you back to the living room. You put on a Studio Ghibli movie and eat. When you both finish the ramen, you take the bowls back to the kitchen, putting them in your sink. You go back to the living room and Han opens his arms to you. Going to him, he pulls you down into his lap, having you lay your head on him as you watch the movie.

"I'm a cuddly person, I hope that's ok." You nod slightly, a soft 'mhmm' rumbles from your chest. He smiles and holds you close, rubbing his hand along your thigh, gently squeezing it a few times throughout the movie. When it finished, you both decided to put another one on while doing skin care. Putting on headbands, you both laughed at each other, looking silly.

You both do your skincare routine together on your floor, before helping put a face mask on Han. He makes a face at you once it's on and you burst out laughing. He smiles, enjoying seeing you happy after your moment at the spa. He sees that you have nail polish set out and he grabs the black polish. Looking at you with puppy dog eyes, he holds it out to you.

"Yes Hannie," you smile. "I can paint your nails." He grins and passes the polish to you. You ever so carefully paint his nails black, using a uv light to help them dry faster. Once you're sure they're dry, you set the light down and open some snacks as Han puts on another movie. When he puts another movie on, he pulls you into his lap and holds you close, putting his head on your shoulder.

"Mm..you smell so nice, jagi." He nuzzles into your neck as he holds you close. You blush and thank him quietly. You lean back against him, feeling his fingertips run against your sides softly. He slowly moves his hands down to the bottom of your shirt, slipping under the fabric. "Is this ok, Y/n?" He whispers. You nod and let out a soft 'yeah'. He softly kisses your neck as he slowly trails his fingers over your skin, making you visibly shiver.

"Your skin is so soft, Y/nnie.." he mumbles into your skin, leaving soft kisses along your neck and shoulder. His fingers slowly make their way up across your stomach, up to your breasts. He groans softly as his fingertips skate along the underside of your breasts.

"Can I..?" He lifts his head from your neck, looking at you. Your cheeks and ears were red, eyes closed. You nod a little, breath coming out a little ragged. He lets his fingers travel further up your breasts, gently grazing your nipples before cupping your breasts in his hands. Slowly he starts to massage them, enjoying the soft moans that he elicits from you. "Straddle me, jagi? Please?"

He doesn't have to ask twice as you get up from his lap when he takes his hands off you. You turn around and straddle his lap as he leans back against the bottom of the couch, you both still on the floor. He reaches up and slowly slides your shirt up and off you, exposing your bare breasts to him.

"Did you not have a bra on this entire time?" He looks you over, seeing the love bites his boyfriends left on you. His cock grows hard beneath you at the sight.

"I don't normally wear one when I'm home." Your cheeks were still flushed, it creeping down to your upper chest.

"I feel like I'm in heaven right now.." He whispers, making you laugh. He grins and chuckles, placing his hands on your hips. "Really though. I've got a drop dead gorgeous girl on my lap. Like, the most perfect girl, ever."

"Noo, no no. I'm nowhere near perfect, let alone gorgeous." You wave your hands in front of you. Jisung looks up at you, a sad look on his face.

"Baby, you are. Firstly, you fucked me and Felix together. It was hot. Secondly, you fucked my boyfriends, also hot. Third, you aren't afraid to let us touch you again, even though you work for Channie-hyung and Minho-hyung. I know their hickies." He gently touches the marks that adorne your skin.

"Fourth, you survived Seungmin and Jeongin. They can be ruthless, and it didn't even phase you. Other times they tried to get with a girl, the girl backed out before they got very far." He gently rubs circles into your hips with his thumbs.

"You are perfect inside and out. I would know, jagi, I've been inside you, and I've tasted you. Whoever made you feel like this, never deserved you. You deserve someone who worships you, and gives you everything you need." He smiles softly at you. "Can I be that for you tonight, jagi? Can I make you feel how I see you, beautiful and amazing?" He reaches up, gently cupping your face and wiping the tears that run down your cheeks at his words.

You nod and hiccup as the tears flow. Your ex did a major number on your mental health and your self worth. Han gently pulls your face down to his, peppering your cheeks with kisses before moulding his lips to yours in the softest kiss you've had. You close your eyes and place your hands on his shoulders, feeling his hands snake down around your waist. He kisses you deeply, pulling your hips close to his.

Han wraps one arm around you, holding you close, the other going up to your head, fingers tangled in your hair as he deepens the kiss. Your tears were still flowing a little as you kissed, the movie and snacks behind you forgotten. You wrap your arms around his neck, your breasts squished against him. He breaks the kiss for air, but kisses along your jaw and down your neck. He mumbles soft praises against your skin. He gently pats your ass, asking you to get up as he pulls from your neck. You stand with him standing right after.

He pulls you back to him for another deep, passionate kiss, fingers gently pulling at your shorts. You give him a sound of confirmation before he slips your shorts and panties down, letting them pool at your feet. Carefully picking you up, you wrap your arms and legs around him.

"Where's your bedroom, jagi?" He kisses your collarbone and nips your skin there.

"Straight down the hall, Hannie. First door on the right." You moan softly, head falling back. He carries you down the hall to your room, reaching behind you to open the door since Han's were full. He pushes the door fully open with his foot as he walks across your room to the bed, gently laying you down on your plush mattress. He pulls back to look at your bare body.

"My goddess..my beautiful, gorgeous goddess…jagi…just wow." He whispers. You cover your face with your hands. "No, no. None of that, baby. I want to be able to see your beautiful face." He puts one knee between your legs, half kneeling on the bed, to reach over and gently grab your hands. He moves them off your face and smiles at you. He leans down and pecks your lips, trailing across your cheek and jaw down your neck and collarbone. He continues down to your breasts, giving them some attention before kissing down your stomach to your awaiting core.

He grabs your hips and pulls you closer to the edge of your bed. He kneels on the floor, looking at you as he pulls his shirt off, tossing it somewhere in your room. He grabs your legs and puts your knees over his shoulders as he leans forward to lick at your folds, making you gasp and shiver a bit. He slowly licks between your folds, groaning softly.

"You taste so much better than I remember, jagi." He says against your cunt. He holds your folds open with two fingers, leaning forward to slowly lick at your entrance and clit, pulling moans from deep in your chest. "Don't hold back, Y/n. I want to hear everything." You nod as you reach for his head, grabbing a fistful of blue hair.

He slips two fingers inside you with his free hand, slowly fingering you as he licks inside you and licks your clit. He groans as he tastes you, licking at you slowly. His nose rubbing your clit when his tongue is inside your entrance.

"I will never tire of how you taste, my baby." He groans into you, watching his fingers slip in and out of you easily, loving the shine of your slick on his digits. His cock twitches in his shorts. He turns his hand and curls his fingers inside you. You arch and moan loud as you cum fast, legs squeezing his head. Han chuckles and laps up your release, curling his fingers a few more times, making you squirt.

"There we go.." He mumbles as he licks you clean, sucking on your clit a few times. He slips his fingers out and puts them in his mouth, sucking them clean. He places soft kisses on your inner thighs, leaving a few hickies there as well. He slowly stands, kissing back up your body, leaving more, smaller hickies scattered on your body, until he was kissing your lips, his chin covered in your release. You groan as you taste yourself on him.

He reaches down and shucks his shorts and boxers off, kicking them behind him. Kissing you deeply, he grabs your thighs, wrapping one leg around his waist, the other hooked on his arm. He reaches between your bodies and grabs his cock, slowly stroking himself, his tip rubbing against your clit when he does. You arch a little, moaning loudly into his mouth, wanting him to fill you. Han smiles into the kiss and presses his tip to your entrance, slowly pushing in.

He swallows your moans until he needs to pull away for air. You both breath hard as your cunt sucks his cock in, still a bit sensitive.

"Ahh..Hannie.." You moan out, making his eyes roll back hearing you moan his name.

"Fuck.." He whispers. "Yes, my baby?" He pushes into you until he's all the way inside you.

"Want you..please.." Your hands wrap around his shoulders, feeling the expanse of his back.

"You've got me, jagi. You've got me.." he gives you a moment to adjust before he's slowly fucking into you. The squelching sound of your cunt the only other sound beside your moans can be heard. "Shit, baby..making the most beautiful sounds for me.." He tucks his face into the crook of your neck. He places one hand on your hip, his other arm on the bed, keeping him up, your other leg wrapping around his waist.

He quickly picks up his pace, fucking into you hard and deep. The sound of skin against skin adding to the sounds filling the room. You moan his name loudly, nails digging into his back. He groans into your neck before sucking on your skin, adding a large mark on your shoulder.

"Mm..my beautiful baby..need to make you see how beautiful you are..make you feel pretty.." He mumbles, feeling your cunt clenching around him. "Can you come for me, jagi?" He asks, lifting his head to look at you, your face fucked out. He smiles as he grinds into you, that tossing you over the edge. You clench hard around him as you cum, arching your back as you moan his name loudly. You accidentally scratch his back between his shoulder blades and he moans out.

"S-sorry, Han-Hannie.." You moan as he keeps thrusting.

"Don't apologize. Do it again, please." He grinds into you again, making you arch, nails dragging across his back again. "Fuuuckk…" He moans loudly, your cunt clenching around him at the sound. He thrusts hard and deep into you a few more times before cumming deep in you. He groans as he empties into you, his hips still thrusting in you a bit as he comes down from his high. He lifts his head as he looks at you, smiling softly.

"How do you feel, jagi?" He kisses your nose. "You doing ok?"

"Yeah, I'm doing great." You smile at him, hands rubbing his sides. You giggle sleepily.

"Let me get you cleaned up," he kisses your lips. "And I'll go clean up our snacks and such, ok?"

"No, you're my guest, Hannie." You pout. "You shouldn't be doing any cleaning."

"Yeah, well, I'm sure your legs are jelly, jagi." He chuckles. He wasn't wrong. "So let me do this one thing for you." He kisses you softly before sitting up. He slowly pulls out of you as you pout and walks over to the bedroom door, watching him as you sit up. He steps out and finds your bathroom. Grabbing a clean rag, he wets it and comes back to you. He softly cleans you up and asks if he can change the sheets. You shoo him away saying that you can do it. He chuckles and kisses your head before dropping the wet rag into your laundry hamper.

He steps back to the living room, quickly cleaning up and turns the tv off before he goes back to you, seeing you already changed your sheets. He drops your dirty laundry that was left in the living room into the hamper. Stepping up behind you, he kisses your shoulders as he picks you up by the waist. He twirls you around in a circle a few times, smiling as you laugh, before carefully setting you back on your feet. He ushers you into bed, gently covering you up before heading back to the door.

"Where are you going?" You look at him.

"I was going to sleep in the living room?" He watches you.

"You can't just say sweet things to me, fuck me silly and leave." You laugh. "Come here and cuddle with me, Hannie." He smiles lovingly and comes back to your bed and climbs in next to you. You cuddle up to him, draping your leg over his waist, your arm on his chest.

"Have a good night, jagi. Sleep well, ok?" He softly presses a lingering kiss to your forehead.

"You too, Hannie. I'll see you in the morning." You smile and place your face in the crook of his neck. You fall asleep first, Han listening to your steady breathing. He pulls you close to him, wrapping his arms around you, he holds you as he falls asleep, keeping you close to him all night.

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🌈 2 Days Until my Surgery 🌈

(Picture taken June 8th, 2024)

I'm very very excited for my surgery (it's my second gender affirming surgery but this one is more significant to me since it'll be top and bottom surgery) and I'm obviously counting the days until it and I thought some people might be interested in my trans journey 🏳️‍⚧️ I finished up most of the story yesterday so today I'll queerness bc it's pride month under the cut! 🌈🌈🌈

But you can read through my journey starting here

First, let's talk about this outfit. Yes, I bought the shorts and top at Spencer's and honestly you can easily find someone who matches it at a large enough pride event. But, it's hard for me to not be sentimental about it. Especially since I wore it at least once the last three years.

(Pictures taken June 11, 2022 and June 10, 2023)

And you can see how it and I have subtly changed these last three years of my transition. (Too bad I didn't have for my first year of transition but such is life 🤷‍♀️). And every year I get excited to wear it again!

Because being queer means a lot to me. I wasn't one of those people who always knew they were queer. But, I never felt connected to my cishet peers either. It's odd looking back and thinking about how my normal group of friends were cishet but at things like summer camp and then college I would quickly make friends with queer people. I really wanted to be like them but couldn't know why because I felt like I didn't deserve to be as cool and free as them.

But, when I let myself dive head into queerness I finally realized that I queer people are mostly awkward nerds and all of them just want to live their lives as fully honestly themselves. And that I could relate to. And that's what made it easy for me "to rip off the band-aid" and transition. It's what let me walk out into a world where I knew I would get hateful stares because I knew I wasn't alone. And seeing how other queer people's eyes light up when they see me showed me I made the right decision because I made them feel less alone too.

And making friends in the queer community is so much easier than in the cishet community. Because there's a lot more likelihood that they'll understand your awkwardness and admire your weirdness. I said earlier that I had gone to a few house parties and actually enjoyed myself for the first time. I think the best way to show why is this anecdote. I remember being in this circle of people standing around awkwardly silent and then someone said "I'm autistic and house parties make me uncomfortable can someone start talking?" and someone replied with how they felt the same way and how they felt the same way and then a conversation started about how hard parties are and social interactions in general but we were glad to be here and to try to connect with people.

And I love studying queer history a lot. Mostly because I'm curious how I would fit in to a time/culture in history. But also I love seeing how we don't fit in existed and how society understood our non-conformity. We have always existed. Queerness is part of the human condition.

The queer community is far from perfect. We all come from very different backgrounds and often have biases we need to work on. But, it's worth it to carve out your place in the community and to find people who understand and support you and to reciprocate for them. Because the alternative is being alone.

And we all deserve to feel loved, in whatever form you need. And because I'm feeling sentimental so here's a picture of me and my love 🥲

(Picture taken June 8th, 2024)

I have one last update before my surgery tomorrow where I'll look towards the future ✨

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WE NEED MOREEE Taeyong dad au honestly all ur dad aus r so good liekkkk

a/n: hiiiiiiii ~ honestly i didn't think about writing more abt taeyong dad au, i loved writing the first one and how simple and cute it was. but never say never 😅 so here we areeee. thank you for liking my stories🤍🥺

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The sight of your husband sneaking around the house to prepare for the twin's birthday. The big 7. It feels like yesterday you were inside the bathroom making Taeyong look at the pregnancy test first because you were too nervous.

As the two kids grow up, they showed more of their individuality which you and Taeyong love watching. Minseo the ever confident one, she took a liking in joining school musicals and performances. She's always been the star in your household and she shines just as bright whenever she goes. Minhyuck, on the other hand, is a big bookworm. As soon as he started to learn how to read, there wasn't a day he didn't have a book on hand. He's also very into drawing much like his dad. You have a collection of his drawings hidden away to keep forever.

If there's one thing you and your husband learned about being parents, it's that time really does fly when you have kids. One day you have to hold their head up for them and the next second they're out making their own marks in the world.

"Do you think they'll like this?" Taeyong asks, looking at the rows of balloons he got for the twins. "They'll love it"

"I got the pink scooter with purple glittery handles Minseo wanted and the orange bike Minhyuck wanted"

"Good job"

"Are we forgetting something?" "Taeyong love, what are you stressed about?" you chuckle

"I just want tomorrow to be perfect and a day they will always remember. They only turn 7 once" he pouts, recalling the days when his babies were younger. Indeed wondering where did the time go.

"Aw love, come here" you open your arms for him, stepping in your embrace and burying his head between your shoulder

"They're going to love all the gifts you give them, we taught them well to appreciate even the little things"

He picks his head up to look at you, "They're not babies anymore"

"I know, I'm sad too but more so excited about they're future. I'm excited to see them explore more, know more about themselves, grow up" you play with the ends of his hear on his neck, looking into his big eyes both your kids inherited. Thank the heavens.

"Does it make you sad, that we never had kids after the twins?" you ask him

"Of course not" he answers without missing a beat, "You, Minseo and Minhyuck are my everything. There isn't a day I felt like there something missing in me the moment I met you" the same words he told you the day you got married.

After the twins birth, it was very stressful for your body to the point you were told by your doctor it was going to be very dangerous when you decide to have another kid. Taeyong is right, the twins are enough and there isn't a day you felt like your family isn't complete. But there are moments, very few, where you wonder what it would be like if you had more kids.

"If we're blessed to have more then that's good, if we're not then that's okay too. Losing you isn't a risk I will ever take. Don't ever feel pressured about that, okay? I love you very much and this life we created together" he tells you, holding your face in his hands

"I love you too" you give him a sweet kiss, finishing the night.

The next morning, very early you get the cake ready for the twins. Waiting for them to wake up. You light up the candles when you hear voices coming down the stairs,

"Gotta keep your eyes closed okay, no peeking" Taeyong appears with one child in each arm, carrying both down the stairs. He puts them down before telling them it's okay to look, "Happy Birthday!" you and Taeyong say at the same time, the two kids immediately smile upon seeing the surprise waiting for them.

The two blow their candles and open the gift you and Taeyong got before you eat breakfast as a family.

It's days like these that makes life worth it, making you excited for the days yet to come and the future you're going to live. You look over your husband, playing with the kids and letting them put icing on his face and think your self how much you love your little life.

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Pumpkin Sugar (Part 1)

Raphael x GN!Reader - Established Relationship

Part 1 . Part 2 . Part 3 . Part 4 . Epilogue (🌶️ Fem!Reader)

Based on this ask by @gornackeaterofworlds

More of a question to expand on than a detailed request, but would raph help a teacher reader grade papers?? Would he get invested in gossip on the kids??

I was zoning out and somehow thought about elementary school teacher readers, coming back to the lair with papers to grade, Donnie getting angry over the lesson plans you have to use, etc. And then, like always, raph thoughts(I am unbelievably gushy to raph x lil sweet cheery readers) Being oh so sleepy tired but still having work to do. Grading papers, getting activities printed and cut, weekly plans. I'd like to imagine he helps to get you to sleep faster, all the while listening to the venty yapping about which kids are troublemakers

Hi gornack! I hope you are feeling well. ♥️

Sorry this took so long. I want you to know that this started out as a simple fluffy fic, but Red disagreed. He wanted to make you smile.

I'm going to be splitting this into 4 parts (+ an epilogue) to make it easier to read because I accidentally went over the character limit in my notes app *twice*. I wasn't aware you could accidentally write a whole ass fic, but here we are. 😅

Special thanks to @the-cauldron-witch . The best brainstorming buddy I could honestly ask for. Could not have written this without you. 😁

"Come on, babe, please?"

You sigh, whining, "Raph..."

"I gotta head out early, you'll be asleep by the time I get back," he pleaded. He was only working a half night, but he had to leave right at sunset and head across town, so he wouldn't be home until well after 1:00 am, and you had school in the morning.

It had been a long day, and it still wasn't over yet.

You really did like your job. The kids were great, even when they misbehaved it wasn't their fault. There were just too many of them and not enough of you. You couldn't watch everybody all the time, but you still had to try. Third grade was a lot. Especially when you were managing 27 kids (you're grateful, you have colleagues managing 40+, and it's a fucking zoo).

Still, you tried to make things fun for them. Halloween is tomorrow, and you don't want to do the traditional boring "spooky" theme. So, you've decided to teach an entire class of 8-9 year olds a little bit about applied chemistry.

You were actually really excited! You'd picked up a bunch of foam pumpkins at the dollar store, which were currently being dragged in a cart behind you. You were planning on carving them into jack o'lanterns and teaching the kids how to make elephant toothpaste to ooze out of the holes. It's was going to be the most beautiful chaos, and with any luck, a memorable experience.

There was only one problem, you'd been dealing with meetings and trainings all week and unable to actually carve the damn pumpkins. Today there was an outage in part of the building, so you had to wait two hours to use the one copier available, and by the time you walked out you had zero gas left in the tank. You wanted to go home and finish your work so you could go to bed.

You reach the top of the stairs, exiting the subway at street level. The lair is literally in the opposite direction. You look south, towards your apartment.

"Please?" He asks again, his voice softening. You haven't seen him in days and you can hear in his voice that it's taking as much of a toll on him as it is you. "I'll help you with your school shit, whatever, I just... I gotta see you. Please?"

You sigh and turn around, heading north. You miss him, too.

...

He meets you at the door to the elevator, and despite your exhaustion, you can't help but smile. He had that effect. Comfort, safety, peace, love... Raphael is Home. And the moment you step inside his arms all of your tension melts away. Almost.

He picks you up in his arms and squeezes you tightly, swinging you gently back and forth as he buries his nose in your hair. He breathes you in and grins, chuckling quietly as you squeeze him back and press your face against his neck.

"What're you laughing at?" you ask, suspicious. He was way more... something... than normal... you're not entirely sure what. You raise your head with your eyes narrowed.

"Nothin'," he says, kissing you sweetly, "just happy to see you." Your eyes narrow further, but this seems to satisfy you. You kick your legs and whine and he sets you down.

Picking up the crate and carrying it casually under one arm (though, to be fair, the pumpkins are made of foam), he gestures you first into the elevator and follows behind. He takes your hand pretty much immediately, "So what're we working on?"

"Pumpkins," you sigh.

He waits a beat. Then another. "Okay... You gonna give me more than that, or..." He smirks down at you, laughing. He can't help it.

"Yeah, sorry," you laugh, "rough week." You shake your head, before looking up at him, "carving, specifically."

"Shit, why didn't you say so? I could've done the whole thing for you!" He laughs as you exit the elevator into the lower garage.

Donnie's working on the truck and you wave at him as you pass by. He gives you a bright smile and your suspicion grows. He's a bit too cheery for being elbow deep in his latest mechanical mess.

You make it to the living room and start unpacking everything. Foam pumpkins, sharpies, exacto knives, "that should be everything," you say, grabbing a gourd and sitting down on the couch. You tuck your legs up under you as Raph walks by behind, leaning down to kiss you on his way to the other side.

He only has about an hour before he needs to leave, but he spends it cuddled up next to you quietly carving pumpkins, an activity which he actually enjoys. All too soon, he's called away to his duties.

With a lingering kiss that leaves you missing him already, he's gone, and you're left with... so much work.

...

The pumpkins are taking longer than expected, and by midnight you're still not done. Mostly because, for a teacher, you really suck at learning your lesson, and you waited until the last minute. Again. And you didn't ask your boyfriend for help once you realized it was too much. Again.

Honestly, one word and he could have had this solved for you. You look over at your annual Family Pumpkin Carving Competition entries. Raph was no longer allowed to enter the contest because it wasn't fair. But he still did one because he enjoyed it. This year, it seems, he was feeling romantic.

It was a MASSIVE pumpkin almost to your shoulder. You have no idea how he even got it down here. Inside was a small table with several electric candles, illuminating the ballroom scene from Beauty and the Beast.

You set down the half-carved jack o' lantern, and sigh heavily, rubbing your eyes. You lean back on the couch, tucking your feet under you. You're just going to shut your eyes for a few seconds. You know that people always say that and they end up just falling asleep, but you really actually mean it, you'll close your eyes for a few minutes and then get back to work.

....

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Part 1 . Part 2 . Part 3 . Part 4 . Epilogue (🌶️ Fem!Reader)

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✨Ali's Birthday Bash! #12✨

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 13 | Part 14

Hi everyone! I've got another portrait today!! I probably won't be posting one tomorrow because I really want to take my time on the next one and make sure it looks right before I post it 💕 Thank you all for your patience and hope you have a good week!

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Birdie (for @nerdalmighty)

It's Birdie again!!! My second attempt!!! 💜💜 I had a lot of fun drawing this one and surprisingly enjoyed making the bandana as well!! I do regret not giving her pearl earrings or something more sea-like to highlight her half-siren heritage, but I tried to make it show up a bit in her face, even if faint I feel like it's giving "mermaid" slightly! I know her colors are more lavender and blue, but I felt like this one kind of contrasted better with the deep blue ocean-y background vibe I was going for! 😊

EMMA!!! I am so glad I've met you on here!!!! You're honestly one of the sweetest, most uplifting, and kind people I've ever met! I love the tags on all your posts, they make me so happy haha 💜 You make everyone smile and I know for a fact that every post I see from you will make me grin or laugh or just feel good. I appreciate you thinking of me, supporting me, and interacting with me more than I can say- I am so excited for this year so I can finally read your works and talk to you more 💜 You're amazing and I'm grateful I know you 🫂

Alright guys!! Like I said, I think there will be a break day tomorrow and then hopefully, I'll have this next portrait finished by then! I appreciate you all!!!

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↪ Includes Season 3 Trailer + Chapters' Preview. (Slightly spoiler-ish for TNON finale. Make sure to read the chapter first before watching.)

Also, I really need to thank Eleanor V. for lending me their fantastic voice for this!

✸ SUMMARY

The End of the Universe has started—or so everyone believes. Dark voids are appearing throughout the country and spreading to other planes. Death has gone missing, and reality is shattering. Charles and Edwin are in a race against time again, trying to find what is causing this before their world disappears.

✸ ALREADY ON AO3

Publishing dates, some rambling and more info under the cut!

✸ A BIT OF RAMBLING

I'm so excited to share this after so many months!!! ❤️ I have been working on this promo since November. In September, when I started writing TNoN, I knew I would write a "Season 3", too, to try and tell the whole story in my head. It has been a delightful journey to share this version of season 2 with you. It really made my whole world every time I received a comment, a DM, or your kudos in the mail. I really wouldn't have been able to finish this without them.

The past months have been a bit crazy, which made it almost impossible for me to write 20k words every two weeks, as I had been doing since September. I burned myself out, I have to admit, and then things started happening™. Because of all of it, it's taken me almost three months to finish TNON. Since I don't want that to happen with this "Season 3," I've decided to make some changes.

✸ PUBLISHING DATES & INFO

THE DUST OF STARS WILL START ON APRIL 5th.

IT WILL HAVE 24 CHAPTERS, THREE FOR EVERY CASE. This has been the hardest decision to make, honestly. I loved the format of a chapter for a case, but I know I won't have the time in the next months to chunk out 20k words with such regularity, and I really don't want to risk abandoning this, so... If you wish to wait to read the whole "episode", you can still do that, if you don't mind the wait.

A CHAPTER EVERY TWO WEEKS (hopefully).

RATING GOES UP FROM MATURE TO EXPLICIT (WITH A WAY TO SKIP SOME SCENES IF YOU WISH TO). This has been a headache for me for months. I know some people prefer to avoid explicit scenes, and since the first work was rated M, I wanted to allow you to avoid them. I considered even posting two versions. However, since I've split the work into chapters, I've kind of solved this. Chapters with explicit scenes will have an (E) in the title and be divided to make them easier to skip.

COUNTDOWN TO APRIL 5TH. Every day (starting tomorrow) until the 5th, I will post some characters' posters I've made (like the ones for Season 1) and add a bit of Chapter 1 or a song from the soundtrack related to the characters, so stay tuned! Very sorry to the Dead Boy Detectives tag here on Tumblr already ❤️ Not meaning to spam, I'm just excited for this (so sorry, I mean it)

That's all for now! ❤️ See you next week!

✸ SCREENCAPS

✸ LINKS

Season 2 Tumblr's Masterlist

Sequel/Season 2 on AO3

Season 3 Soundtrack (Spotify)

Season 3 Promo Fan-Dom (Youtube)

Season 3 Trailer (Youtube)

Season 3 Chapters Preview (Youtube)

Tumblr's tag for S3: #dead boy detectives: the dust of stars

[pbandjesse]

I am in the guest room. I want to see if it's nicer to get more rest up here. Especially because I have to wake up at 8 tomorrow (an hour earlier then my current schedule). The bed is very comfortable so that's nice. We'll see how it goes.

I had a really excellent day. Last night was good. I would work on the map for the music festival and sent Heather an email to confirm some info because I label everything. And then I read for a while. I would become ridiculously tired at midnight but Sylvia didn't want her bottle for a bit. But she would eventually have her midnight snack and we would sleep until 3.

James came down and I was super out of it tired. Hugs and then upstairs to sleep. And I slept pretty well. Though I had some dreams that felt to real. Nothing terrible but just like. Confusing. Because they felt so real and normal.

When I woke up at 9 I felt pretty good. I didn't really want breakfast after I finished getting ready but James insisted. And like they are right, I should eat. But I just haven't had much appetite. And egg and hash browns was a nice meal. Always is.

We would hang out. I was excited to see how good my plants were doing after the rain last night. We even got a few mushrooms popping up! And then I was just tidying up and feeding Crabcake and hanging out on the couch with James and Sylvia.

Soon Dante was here! He had gotten slightly lost in Delaware. I know exactly that happened because the one exchange is super confusing. But he made it and I was so happy to see him.

He brought Sylvia some board books. One is Yiddish phrases that I loved. And he brought her little baby sunglasses that actually fit!! Incredible. He also brought me a body oil from his fiance Allie. I was very thankful and it was super nice of him.

After Dante got to hold Sylvia for a bit and we caught up, it was time to put shoes back on and head to the fairgrounds. Jess let me know her ETA was noon and that was perfect. It took a couple extra minutes for us to get there but the real issue was the GPS took us to the back entrance and then we ended up at the wrong building. Which was a gun show. Not what we were looking for.

But soon we found Jess and I was just so excited to hang out. I wore Sylvia in my rainbow ring sling and all the old ladies loved the baby and the rainbow.

Today was a blast. I was worried that it was going to be small and then Jess and Dante would be mad at me (unlikely). But it ended up being the perfect size.

We were there for almost 3 hours. We saw 400+ quilts. James bid on a few. I did bid on one that I just found some charming. We got to see so many styles and techniques and skills. Some were just so wildly impressive. It was honestly just wonderful. I was having so much fun.

Sylvia was asleep for a lot of it. James and Dante stayed together, while me and Jess and Sylvia looked around. We had sheets to pick our favorites. You got to write down three. So we were all taking pictures so we could chose the best ones later on.

And something cool, none of us picked the same ones! It was really cool to see how Jess loved the really kitchy ones and James liked the technical ones and Dante liked the ones that were inspired by paintings and I liked appliques. And this place had it all.

It also has some great vendors. We would get a few things each. I was having a great time looking and seeing the skills.

My favorite vendor was someone who makes classic quilt patterns out of inlayed wood. Like I got the biggest smile on my face when I saw them. I would end up getting earrings. Jess got a box and earrings as well. It was awesome. I'm going to wear mine tomorrow.

They also had a second hand vendor from the quilt guild itself. And that was excellent. We could have gone crazier but I was really proud of our restraint. I got an embroidered table cover and a bag of just black thread. Jess got some fabrics and a book and a cross stitch kit. We had a slight panic when we found out that they didn't take credit cards. And then James and Sylvia and Dante went to the ATM and it was out of money! That's wild!

But thankfully Jess saved the day and had enough cash. Me and her went through our purchases and I added the prices and we each put one thing back so we would have enough. It was good to have a limit for sure.

We looked at was the raffle and the members store. But we decided we were good. So the last thing we looked at was double checking Jess's bids for quilts and we all wrote down our top picks.

I was disappointed when I found out there had been a scavenger hunt!! But that's alright. We voted. And I chatted with the ladies selling tickets. And they said my number quilt was very cool. And that I should consider joining the guild. So I'm going to look into that. It would be nice to find some community and connections.

As a group we didn't really want to stop the hang. So we decided to go up the road to Andy Nelson's for BBQ. According to James it's the best in the state. I love their cornbread. So I was thrilled.

We see separated and Jess went to her car. We had parked far and when we got to the car I all of a sudden realize I had lost my little shopping bag!! I had gotten a quilted manatee Christmas ornament and he was gone! And I got so upset I froze. And James was like it's okay. We'll find it. And I was sure I had put it down twice. Once when I was voting and once when I saw the scavenger hunt papers. I called Jess to let her know we would be a minute because we had to walk back and she said she'd wait for us at the restaurant.

And thankfully my bag was with the scavenger hunt papers. And the woman rubbing that booth was really nice and even apologized to me for not noticing I left it! So sweet.

We were back to the car and in the road. And soon we were getting just an ungodly amount of BBQ.

Jess got a pulled pork sandwich, James got chicken, and Dante got ribs and pulled porch. Everyone has sides. From cornbread to potatoes to coleslaw and Mac and cheese. I exclusively had sides and also got apple cake to bring home. I would get three pieces of cornbread, Mac and cheese, and potatoes. And it was fantastic.

Sylvia started on my lap. Awake and happy and looking around. Eventually transfered to Jess for cuddles. And Sylvia was just chilling. She would yell a few times but it was bottle time and we had no more bottle. She would wait and honestly I was just proud of her for not panicking.

James would take over once they were done eating so Jess could eat. And we just talked and enjoyed friendship.

I didn't want the meal to end because then Jess went home. We would stand around the parking lot for a few minutes. We confirmed our plans for tomorrow when I meet her for our stained glass class. And then she was off.

We would pass each other on the highway and that was silly.

Sylvia was mostly sleeping on the drive home. An easy ride. But I was right. Soon after we got home Dante would head out. I hope he comes back soon.

Hugs all around. James would get a bottle for Sylvia. And we would all go hang out in the couch. We had a lot of socializing today and it was nice to just be quiet together.

James was a little restless and decided to go for a walk with Sylvie. I chose to stay home and just rest in the couch.

When they got home we would trade off holding baby. Tried giving her some toy time but she wasn't really feeling it. Just wanted be held. Even that wasn't exactly what she wanted at times. And I would have her propped up with pillows. I had tried practice sitting her up earlier and she liked that a bit. She loves to sit up though, not laying all the time.

We would watch a few episodes of handmaid's tale. And enjoy our night. Even when Sylvia was very fussy for a little bit. She just wanted cuddles. And like, girl same.

But soon it was time to wind down. I decided to be in the guest room. More so I am hoping James can get more sleep in here. They really struggle to get her to keep sleeping after she eats at 3. I really hope we can drop that feed first. The midnight one and the 6am are whatever. We are both normally still up (in the before times), but that 3am is really hard on everyone.

But for now I just hope we can both get some sleep.

I'm really excited for this class tomorrow. We aren't sure if it's one where they give you the design or can we design our own. So I am prepared either way. I have a solid idea and regardless I'm super jazzed to learn a new skill!! I've always wanted to try stained glass.

The wind is really strong tonight. But the temperature is perfect. And Sylvia just seemed to fall asleep. I got a new book in the mail I'm going to start. And hopefully get some good sleep.

Wish me luck tomorrow!! Longest I'll be away from James and baby. Scary! But we are trying to be normal about it.

Goodnight everybody!!

[tia-amorosa]

Episode 3: Young Love

Saturday morning, 7:35 am. It promises to be a sunny day. And you can mostly rely on the weather reports in Bridgewood. While Pauline and Xander still seem to be lying peacefully in bed, the younger residents of the house have long since woken up.

“hey, sweetie, are you pushing? There can't really be anything more, as much as you pooped during the night. Imagine if your daddy had had to clean that up now, he would have just retched again because he can't stand the smell of baby poop, hihi. … Oh, it was just a fart, luckily, hnhn. I hope they don't sleep too long, because I want to go and see Mortimer”.

Apparently Bella's wish had been granted. Because Pauline was already in the kitchen preparing something to eat. “Good morning. Oh man, did you get those old pyjamas out again?"/ ‘I didn't throw them away, and they're just nice for the summer’/ ‘hnhn, I see’.

“I feed the little one in the living room. Then I'll go to Mortimet. He wanted to show me his newly furnished room"/ ‘Oh, has he finally done it?’/ ‘Yes. He wanted to earn a bit of money first and I'm so excited to see how it looks’/ ‘O.k. And if he has a double bed… Please stay decent’/ ‘hnhn, yehees“.

Bella love look after little Djamila. She is like a little sister to her. “Your mom doesn't have to worry, we won't do anything bad. We've only been together a few weeks and I wasn't planning on losing my virginity so quickly.”.

“We haven't even talked about it yet. Well, maybe at school because it was a hot topic… Michael and Pauline always tell me to take my time. He and Peter have become really handsome men. And I can imagine that they must have a lot of sex, hnhn.”.

“lots of sex, lots of sex…"/ ”Uh, you're learning a little too fast, sweetie. Don't tell your mom that, you hear? Otherwise they'll think I talk about this kind of thing all the time… Now I'll let you play, okay? I'll see you again tonight… Or… maybe tomorrow, we'll see. Be nice and sweet.”

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The journey to Mortimer's is not particularly short, so Bella has to take a cab every time she wants to see him. “wow, you're already here, I wasn't expecting you until later"/ ‘I told you I'd be there in the morning…’/ ‘And I was still busy with my room until last night.’/ ‘hn, you can show me now, can't you?’.

Mortimer is particularly excited that day. He had put a lot of effort into renovating his room. It took him a long time to raise the money he needed by doing small mini-jobs after school. He really wanted to earn money himself and not be a financial burden on Agnes and Stiles. “Hm, yeah, sure… But tell me honestly, if you don't like it, okay?"/ ‘okay, I will“. He had put a lot of thought into what he wanted his room to look like. Bella had told him all along to just follow his instincts and his taste. . So he did, but would it suit hers?

Agnes and Stiles were talking in the house when the teenagers entered. And Bella is very welcome here. “Nice of you to drop by… Are you all right?"/ ”Of course, hn. And you too, I hope?"/ ”Sure. We were just planning next week's shopping.”.

“And how is the little one?"/ ”Djamila? Oh, she's doing pretty well. She learns to speak quickly, I noticed again today, you really have to be careful what you say, hnhn"/ ‘Some children learn faster, that can sometimes be quite surprising’/ ‘Bella can you help me with the tasks?’/ ‘What?’.

Bella's anticipation of seeing the room was dampened a little when she saw that her boyfriend was busy with his homework. “Haven't you finished it yet?"/ ‘No, I wanted to wait for you because I'm stuck with two tasks’/ ‘hh, o.k, I'll help you, I wasn't quite finished with mine either.’/ ”hnhn. As a reward, I'll give you a tour of my room, okay?”. She sat down at the table and smiled. “mmh, that sounds like a good deal”.

Mortimer sometimes had difficulty concentrating in lessons at school. His mind was often elsewhere. Bella knows that too. And she suspects that it has something to do with the loss of his parents. He is particularly sensitive at this time in his youth. Agnes and Stiles have done their best to support him so far. But he often preferred to withdraw to his easel or talk a lot with his girlfriend.

“Your cat is really cute. Pauline doesn't want any animals in the house because of Mila…"/ ”Is she perhaps afraid of the little one getting any allergies? “/ “No, she's more afraid that a dog or cat might hurt the little one. Toddlers are often still careless and want to play with them. Well, then I'll just come here if I want to stroke a cat, hn”.

After the homework was finished, Bella could hardly wait to see his room. “uh, a spiral staircase without a banister, it'll make you dizzy"/ ‘you can hold on to the beam in the middle’/ ‘yeah, good idea… ’. Nevertheless, she swayed a little as she climbed the stairs. A thing like that It's not everyone's cup of tea.

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@greenplumbboblover , @solorisims , @plumbobgothica ☺

[doudouneverte]

Bruise and love

a/n: a little something for my birthday 🥳🎂

*not my PIC*

Pairing: Jamie-Lee Nappier x Chelsea!reader

Summary: honestly? I just wanted to write for her

Type: Fluff

Warning: bruise

word count: 1452

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It was one of those days when you would drive somewhere off London. Recently, it has happened a lot. Maybe it was because your "secret" girlfriend didn't live in the city anymore.

Talking about your girlfriend; she was on top of you right now. You were gently rubbing your hand back and forth on her back while she was telling you some stories that happened this week.

Nobody really knows how you ended up with her, not even you. It was like it was meant to be. One day, a few years ago, one of your friends dragged you to one of the London Lionesses games. It was where she played when you first met her.

It didn't take you long to notice her and to forget to listen to your friend while you saw her on the pitch. Surprisingly for you, you started to come to see her play more often. Of course, playing for the national champions' team meant that you had to hide, but it was okay. It was okay because one day she noticed you, and she found the courage to come to talk to you.

Then, you knew the story. First date, then more dates because the first one was cool and you were really attracted to her. Then you asked her out, and she accepted, and time flies until she spent more time in your apartment than hers.

But if you were there and not in London, it was because this summer she got transferred to the newly promoted team. You were very happy for her because that meant she would finally be back in the WSL, but in your euphoria, you both forgot something important. Your team, Chelsea, was also playing in the WSL, which meant you would end up playing against her.

The match should be the next day, by the way. You were both aware of that, but right now you didn't care. Emma finished the training earlier today, and you used that to spend more time with your girlfriend.

"Are you listening to me?" Jamie asked when she noticed you were spacing out.

"I'm sorry, I was thinking about something." You excused yourself rather shyly.

That was one of her superpowers. She always succeeded in making you shy or a blushing mess. Which was very surprising because you were known to be a cold person. Well, it's not true, but you liked to have this facade during games and rarely showed your emotions after you would give a slide tackle to the opponent. Your teammates, even if they knew your 'normal side' and 'soft side' for some. They never saw your 'Jamie' side; it was something only reserved for her and her few teammates who would invite themselves while you were in the city.

"Are you excited for tomorrow?" The Scottish asked. Your body tensed for a moment, stopping your hand on her back, much to her displeasure.

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, it's just that-" 

"You don't want to play against me." She finished for you with a grin. "I know you are afraid of your powerful girlfriend, but it's okay. I promise I will go easy on you." She joked.

Of course, it was not the first time you played against her. You playing for the Netherlands meant that you faced her and Scotland for the Nation League. You scored two goals for the Dutch, but also a funny own goal (Daan never forgot to remind you about this).

"Of course I'm afraid to play against you. How could I be fully focused if you're on the pitch?" You finished your sentence with some on her face, which made her laugh.

Oh man, you loved her laugh; it was maybe your third favorite song she could make. Honestly, you loved everything about her; you were a big simp for your girl, and she didn't fail to use that sometimes.

"Okay, I got it." She paused a moment to look at her phone before looking at you again. "We still have some time before you leave." She put your hands under her shirt, making your heart race. "What do you think?" 

You didn't vocalize your answer and just started to kiss her.

~~~~~

The next day was game day. In the cubby, all the girls were focused and ready to distance the rival on the table. After a last speech on how you shouldn't underestimate your opponent, you got ready in the tunnel.

Like Emma predicted, the game was rather easy, but you could see some mistakes on your side. Maybe playing against the promoted gave your teammates enough confidence to sometimes let the defense only be supervised by Jess.

Whatever, you were ready for an attack when the ball got stolen by Bristol's players. Things got worse when your girlfriend received it. You were chasing her and doubting for a moment. If it was anyone else, you would take back the ball quickly, but this time was different. On your way back to stop their offensive, your eyes met your coach's, and you decided to say 'fuck off' and did it.

Jamie didn't know what happened; for a moment she was running to Hannah's goal, and the next moment she was on the ground. It was a rather bad tackle; you were aware of that, and that's why you didn't try to contest when the referee showed you a yellow card. But you started to panic when your girlfriend didn't stand up after a few seconds.

She was stunned, trying to process everything, when she felt somebody's hand rubbing her shoulder. "Hey, babe, I'm sorry. Are you okay?" She heard you ask and just nodded. "Do you need me to call the medic?" You spoke again, but this time she could feel your panic. She tried to brush it off and go back on her feet, but a pain in her ribs made her realize that this contact would cause some bruises.

"Y/l/n, stay away, please." You heard Connolly tell you while Erin was trying to pull you away.

"Megan, I just want to be sure she's okay." You replied with a broken voice, which surprised your Scottish teammate.

"And we will tell you if anything bad happens, don't worry. But right now, let the medics examine her." Amalie said this time. You nodded and decided to join your team. Fortunately, Jamie could have resumed the match, but until the end, you were careful with your interventions with her.

At the end of the match, you won and were too excited to notice that your girlfriend was forced to the changing room sooner than everyone else. After some handshakes and a little party in the cubby, you excused yourself, pretending that you forgot something on the pitch. A few seconds later, you were knocking on the other changing room, and you just had to wait a few seconds before someone opened it.

You exchanged a rather long eye contest with Abi Harrison until she looked back and stepped aside, letting your girlfriend come out of the room. "Twenty minutes." The number seven said. "We want her back in twenty minutes." She explained and let you go only after you promised.

You found a place that was isolated but not so far from her teammates changing room. You sat down first and made her sit on your lap. She had some ice for her bruises, which made you instantly ashamed of your previous action.

"You don't have to say it." Your girlfriend said when she noticed your intense glare on her ribs.

"But I-"

"You stopped me, and it's okay. Even if it hurts now, I'm not angry at you or anything. Honestly, I would do the same."

You paused for a moment before you wrapped your arms around her waist and let your head rest against her shoulder. "I'm sorry, mijn liefde (my love); I will be more careful next time." You said with your usual 'Jamie side' voice.

The Scottish player passed her hand through your hair before leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead. "I know you will, but it's okay. Sometimes things like that happen. Hell, I think I would be angry if you didn't even try to stop me." Her hand traveled from your hair to your chin, and she raised your head. "Look at me, babe." She instructed, and you did. "I totally forgive you, and I don't want you to blame yourself for that, okay?" When you nodded, she finally smiled again. "Okay, now we still have plenty of minutes for us, so let's use them wisely."

The kisses between you two didn't stop until Abi had to come to drag your girlfriend back to her teammates.

[eventinelysplayground]

This is my second entry for @wordycheeseblob and @lorei-writes challenge Wish Upon an Aide, this is also doubling as my birthday post for Leonardo as I was so busy I forgot about it until last night. I went with the themes of serenity and life. On the eve of Leonardo returning home Mitsuki and Lumière have a late night 'chat'. As in my previous italics are used for the pets 'talking'. Pure fluff WC approx 900. Language note: Lumières gift suggestion is an affectionate joke from my mom's side of the family, it means a pretty little brand new nothing.

Birthday Surprise

The night was calm, a slightly crisp early spring breeze wafted through the windows making the curtains dance. The mansion was normally a lively enough place even at this hour but tonight was different and quiet ruled.

Mon dieu I'm bored, what is everyone doing tonight? I want to be entertained!

Pacing down the hallway he looked into the open doors in hopes of finding a distraction if nothing else. He was going to give up when he passed the parlor and his eyes caught sight of a familiar figure reclined on the sofa.

Mais bien, our compagna is still awake!

Lumière silently walked over to the sofa and looked up at Mitsuki whose head was buried in a book. He studied her in silence for a moment before pouncing onto the sofa and nudging at the corner of her book.

“Oh Lumière!”

Compagna, mmm that feels delightful.

Lumière leaned into Mitsukis touch as she pet him and scratched him behind the ears.

This isn't exactly entertaining but… I'll let it pass for now.

Lumière sat in the small space between Mitsuki and the sofa's edge and started to purr contentedly. Soon he heard her book close followed by a soft sigh, he opened an eye ever so slightly and saw her glancing from her watch to the window.

“I didn't realize it had gotten so late I really should be getting to bed but honestly I'm too excited and nervous to sleep.”

Excited I get he's coming home tomorrow after all but, pourquois nervous?

“Maybe I'm just too much in my head about it all.”

Mitsuki said nothing more for a while, her fingers also stopped their movement and Lumière looked up at her in annoyance.

Are you going to finish that thought or… also come on, back to spoiling me.

“Meow!”

Lumière pressed his head into Mitsukis hand and she looked down at him and smiled.

“Sorry, I guess I got lost in my own thoughts for a bit.”

As his attention resumed Lumière once again closed his eyes, enjoying himself.

This is serene, I always love when you pamper me. Of course I enjoy it more when I steal your attention away from him but-

“I hope Leonardo's sleeping well tonight.”

Mmmm I'm sure he's not, he doesn't do well without you. He barely ever slept properly before you came along, not like he could have found his bed even if he wanted to some days.

“Mroow.”

“Ya you're right he's probably not.”

A small laugh escaped Mitsuki and she suddenly reached out for Lumière placing him in her lap.

“Hey Lumière can you keep a secret?”

Of course I can!

Lumières tail swished back and forth in affirmation.

“I have a big surprise for Leonardo, I was going to surprise him right after he gets home tomorrow but I decided to wait the extra three days until his birthday.”

Are you sure that's wise? You're never very good at hiding anything from him and you know that.

Lumière gave Mitsuki a look and she answered him as if she could read his thoughts.

“I know I know, I've never been good at hiding things from him but I can do it this time! If I don't I'll have to think of something different to give him for his birthday and I was already having trouble coming up with something.”

You needed ideas? Un beau petit rien de neuf, that's what you get him.

“I wanted to get him something nobody else ever has before and that's really hard to find for somebody who's been alive as long as Leonardo has but...”

You already gave him back his heart, and you give him a haven of serenity every day. I think that's enough to last a lifetime, even an eternal one.

“Then this came along at just the right time.”

Lumières eyes followed Mitsuki's hands as they came to rest on her lower stomach.

Is that why you've been acting differently lately? It's a very subtle change and I assumed it was just because you were missing him but it appears I assumed wrong. Well now, guess I can take back what I said about him having serenity everyday.

“You're the only other one who knows right now.”

I'm flattered.

Lumière sat purring in Mitsukis lap for a short while and he could feel her hands trembling as she stroked him.

Compagna, there's no need for you to be so anxious.

Lumière purred louder and stronger in Mitsukis lap hoping to help calm her nerves.

“I keep trying to picture how he's going to react when I tell him.”

Well let's see…. He'll be speechless, that's for certain. That will be a fun sight, but he'll be happy once he gets over the shock.

Lumière watched as a soft smile lit up Mitsukis face.

This wasn't quite the entertainment I had been looking for tonight but, hehe the stunned look on his face when you tell him will be worth the wait. Oh this is going to be fun!

“What do you think, Lumière? Do you think Leonardo will like his present, even though he’ll have to wait a while to actually see it?"

What do I think? Well, other than c'est tres merveilleux… I think that you better not leave naming it up to Leonardo unless you want it to be called Bambino for the first two years.

[thepaddock]

hi my loves, I hope you're sleeping well! we miss you guys. tonight has been a relatively slow night, had an odd snack of Chex mix and pepperoni, which actually went well together. i've spent most of my time watching creepcast, but now i've moved on to race time :3 I finished upgrading my castle in cookie run to level 14, but now I've got to level it up to 15 and if 14 took 18 days (I ended up using some time speeders to end it early) I can only imagine how long the level 15 upgrade will take... honestly not excited to see that time. i've been trying to figure out how to better my kingdom, but I find it hard gathering resources and properly build my cookies. i've considered consulting reddit, but just haven't yet. cookie run is friendly to it's f2p players, most of the time at least... i hope you're sleeping good, we do really miss you guys. i'll be out for a little bit tomorrow, but i'm already looking for the time we're going to spend together hopefully before if I wake up in time, and after. I want to find more video games for us to play together. tomorrow, would you guys want to watch a movie or show together? I want you to pick, if you want to as well, I think that would be nice. I really like hearing you guys talk about the things you're interested in and enjoy. we really like listening to you guys voice. spending time together I always so special to us it's hard for me to put in to words, words are very difficult for us and I don't know why. a lot of the times our feelings transcend words, and you guys are no exception. it's easier for us to communicate things through sights, images, sounds. every good thing reminds us of you guys, every nice sound, every pretty thing, every small moment. it all adds up to this one big ball of feel, overwhelming and poetic in a way. if I could take my feelings about you guys out of my chest, i'd be like a shining white prismatic (I think that's the word) light. just radiates warmth and love and hope. I think of myself in the future doing things, and I think of you by our side. I think of going to the beach, but the daydream isn't complete without thinking of you guys on a beach chair, watching us build a sandcastle or something. I think of going to a race, but it isn't complete without you guys in the seat next to us. I think of going to the mountains, or some open flower field, travelling the world, or something as mundane as driving the car but the thought isn't finished without you guys next to us.

we're glad that we have the privelage of loving you guys, and we're thankful you love us in return. we're very thankful and appreciative to have wonderful people in our life as our girlfriend. we love you guys now and forever and beyond that to: @bumpin-thatbeat