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[scorpioriesling]

Dangerous Woman (pt 2)

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Pairing(s): Eris x reader

Warnings: ehh… none

Summary: Now that Eris is finally ready to confront his feelings, will reader do the same?

SR’s Note: My apologies for the wait! I have so many WIPs, requests, multi-part series, etc. right now. I appreciate your patience & continued support <3 Tags: @lilah-asteria @infintyfandoms @peachcontour-blog

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The soda water is a relief to your pounding headache as the morning progresses, a constant reminder of the night before and just how much alcohol you’d consumed. If not for the headache, the state you were in would surely give it away; smeared makeup, ratty ponytail, the works. Thankfully, you’d rested in your own bed last night, Eris being the gentleman he is escorted you home after your… well…

That in itself was a reminder.

You couldn’t help but smile just a little bit, even though you knew today you’d have to face up to what had happened. It wasn’t the part about wondering if Eris would return his feelings — he’d all but laid them out on a silver tray for you last night. However, would said feelings change when he found out how you’d manipulated him into thinking you were someone else for a sexual experience? Well, yes. That part was rather terrifying.

Usually you’d feel heavier than a ton of bricks trying to drag yourself from bed, but this morning it’s the hope in your heart lulling you to the shower and quickly to your vanity to allot extra time for your primping before work. You knew you’d see him today, you had to be sure you were ready and obviously looked your best. Not that you’d been out drinking and, well, having sex with him the night prior.

Your burgundy milkmaid dress was simplistic but flattering, dipping low enough but not too low to anger the High Lord. Tying a ribbon to match in your curled ponytail and touching up your lip gloss once more, you set off for the Autumn Palace.

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“These need to be filed immediately.” Beron’s voice was flat as he plopped another hefty stack of papers onto your desk in the East Wing of the Palace. He only so much as glanced at you, making to move from your office without so much as further instruction. You nod quickly, the Lady of Autumn catching your eye from the doorway as she followed him out.

“Thank you,” she mouthed. You nodded your head politely at her, earning you a kind smile in return, one that reminded you so much of her oldest son. Speaking of…

The clock on the wall read half past three, and you hadn’t seen him all day. Usually you’d at least see him during your lunch hour as you’d stroll through the gardens, sitting under an oak tree for a quick chat or catch him passing your office a few times a day. Come to think of it, he didn’t have much need to be in the East Wing, but you’d at least find him passing by your office once if not twice a day.

Sighing, you move quick work of the record keeping, signing and dating the records and filing them into the correct folder drawers lining the walls. You tried to focus on your work, you only had thirty minutes before you were to leave, but you hoped to finish early and maybe find Eris somewhere. He had to be around, where else would he go?

Your mind wandered to last night, the way his hands felt on you, his lips, how beautiful he looked bathed in the moonlight…

You stop yourself, halting from filing a record in an incorrect folder. You shake your head, ponytail swinging side to side. Let’s just get through this, you think, turning back to your work.

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It’s nearly four in the afternoon when you shove the last file away, and you practically race from the office, locking it hastily and bounding down the long marble hallway toward the central courtyard. Your eyes dance from left to right, no one in sight inside or beyond the windows. All that is heard are the pattering of your maroon flats as you continue your hasty path toward the West Wing — the family chambers. If he wasn’t in the East Wing, the gardens, the offices, even the central courtyard, he must be in the West Wing.

You skid to a halt when you hear a conversation becoming louder and louder, the High Lord of Autumn’s familiar angry tone increasing in volume as you continue down the hallway. The last thing you need is to be caught, especially near the family’s quarters after hours. You make a split second decision, veering right down an unfamiliar hallway and pushing through the large wooden door at the end of it.

Your eyes squint at the afternoon sun blinding your vision, and taking a deep breath, your nose furrows at the pasture smell you’ve come upon. Taking in your surroundings, you realize you’ve left the palace, running right outside to the horse stables in the back. You glance around, noticing the large barn in front of you and not a soul in sight. Taking a few exasperated steps inside, into the shaded barn, you let out a loud sigh and sag your shoulders.

“What the FUCK!” You shout, a soft neigh coming from a stall in the distance. You bury your face in your palms, the weight of the day finally sinking in and your longing feeling all too heavy. You didn’t want to wait, you’d waited too long for this, been a coward too many times over to keep waiting. Now it was simply because you couldn’t find the male-

“Y/N?” A soft voice from behind you questions. You immediately straighten, your arms falling to your sides at the recognition. You turn slowly, heavy footsteps drawing nearer by the second.

“Y/N, are you,” Eris’s fingers lightly grace your exposed shoulder and you literally jump at the contact, causing him to retract immediately. His eyes search yours, his face the portrait of concern at your unusual attitude towards him.

“My Gods, Y/N — are you alright?” He asks softly. You face him, your mouth only opens to speak and you close it, unsure what to say.

“I… um…” You try. He reaches for you again, but thinks better of it, curling his fingers into a fist and dropping his hand.

“My dearest friend have I,” he swallows, unfurling his fingers to twist the silver ring on his index finger nervously. “Have I done something wrong?” He asks. Your eyes widen, and you take his hands in yours. His gaze flicks toward the contact, but your focused on his face.

“No! Oh Gods no Eris, never,” you assure. His whisky irises meet yours again, brow furrowed in uncertainty as his thumbs delicately trace across the backs of your palms.

“Well then, what has you so upset?” He asks. His tone, the honestly in it just breaks your heart in two. You knew this would be hard, but standing before him, before your Eris, the male you’d loved so long… admitting your truth would be the hardest thing you’d ever done.

But, it had to be done.

“I… I didn’t see you. Today.” You begin. He smiles a little, the corner of his mouth tilting upward as his gaze fixates on your delicate fingers still sitting in his.

“…I didn’t know you’d been looking for me.” He says after a moment’s pause.

“I was,” You continue. “I had… a matter. To discuss, with you I mean.” You stammer. His eyes drift toward yours once more, gazing at you through his half lids.

“Mhm… and that matter was?” He prods. You sigh, pulling your hands from his grasp and turning from him. You pace, taking a few steps and then turning back toward him once more.

“What’s so important you can’t talk to me about? Come now, we’ve been friends for…” he tilts his head. “Well, forever, anyway.” He shrugs. You meet his gaze again, and he scoffs looking away. “Unless you came to tell me you dropped the male you’ve courted, I can only await the day-“

“I never courted a male, Eris.” It comes out more forcefully than you’d like, but it has him peering at you once more in confusion.

“What are you talking about.” His voice has dropped an octave. He doesn’t ask — he demands. Heat creeps up your neck, all the words in your head feeling like the milky substance of the Cauldron, bubbling, bubbling…

Bubbling over.

“I never had a male to begin with Eris, I only said that because I was doing things to try and get your attention, because every time I would think I was getting close with you, you’d shut me out so I made it up-“

“Stop.” His voice halts your rambling. The short red locks of his hair fall to his forehand as he shakes his head slowly, eyes downcast toward the ground below. “Just… stop.”

You bite your lip, trying to keep it from trembling. You were sure he was going to banish you from speaking to him ever again, and you hadn’t even gotten to the worst part yet.

“Eris, I… there’s more-“

“I slept with someone last night.” He interjects. You raise your eyebrows at his interruption, and his apologetic gaze meets yours after what feels like an eternity. “I went to a brothel. And I slept with another female.”

You only stare blankly at him. “Eris, that’s… you’re allowed to bed whomever you please-“

“Not when I’m so madly in love,” he steps forward, grasping your hands once more and holding them close to his chest. Your breath hitches, his eyes searching yours for any answers. “I’m in love, Y/N. I have been for a very long time, I think.” Your bottom lip quivers and you allow it, tears stinging the backs of your eyes as the moment you’d only ever dreamed of was finally happening right before you.

“Then why push me away for so long?” You whisper. Eris’s face falls slightly, but his hands slowly snake their way around your arms and down your back.

“I wouldn’t live if anything ever happened to you Y/N,” he says, leaning in closer. One tear falls as you gaze hopefully into his eyes, and he wipes it away with his thumb. “You know how my father is. He’d destroy anything I hold most dear to my heart.” He swallows thickly, and his nose bumps yours gently. One hand rests on your waist, the other still cupping your cheek as his thumb gently brushes over the skin.

Inch by inch, he pulls you closer, eyes fluttering closed when his soft lips finally touch yours again. This feels different, this kiss is so soft, so tender and full of love. You can’t help but allow a few stray tears fall, parting your lips to keep kissing Eris as your hands find their way to his shoulders. He holds you close to him, only pulling away to come up for air a few minutes later.

It’s quiet, the only sounds that are heard are your shared breaths and the fidgeting of the mares in their stalls around you. He gazes down at you, resting his forehead on yours before he shakes his head and chuckles. You can’t help but smile up at him.

“What is funny?” You ask. He sighs, pulling back a bit to run his gaze over your face, down your neck and over your chest.

“I’m but a fool for not realizing it sooner,” he mutters, still shaking his head. You only raise an eyebrow.

“Realizing… that we could have been together much sooner if you’d just allowed me in before now?” You tease. He looks skyward, contemplating.

“Perhaps,” he suggests. “Or, realizing the beautiful female who sits behind a desk all day is actually quite the little performer after hours,” your cheeks heat at his accusation — the realization that he’s finally figured it all out.

“Isn’t that right, bunny?” Your jaw drops dumbly, and he tuts.

“Ohhh bunny,” he purrs lowly, running his thumb over your bottom lip. “Don’t leave your mouth open like that unless you want me to put something in it.” You close your mouth, eyes wide at his bold choice of words outside the confines of a private room. His hand has begun tracing idle circles through the fabric of your dress at your waist.

“Eris… I was going to tell you-“

“Doesn’t matter. Figured it out anyway.” He shrugs, his other hand moving to cup your cheek once more as his amber eyes bore into yours.

“Right now I’d rather you use those pretty lips to kiss me again anyway.”

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[justmochi]

pre-birthday

series :: eunmin in busan 2023 💌

pairing :: eden x seokmin

word count :: 4.8k

synopsis :: eunmin’s second day in busan.

time :: february 16, 2023

warnings :: again, very long since it contains everything they did in the day. fluff so cute u might pukee. eunmin talking about kids.

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Eden had just finished taking her pictures of the tray, putting their freshly brewed coffee down. She made hers how she liked it and tried her best to match his taste. She got up extra early to shower, get ready, and plan out their day to celebrate Seokmin’s birthday.

It was their last full day in Busan together and she wanted to dedicate the day to him and celebrate his birthday that she couldn’t be with him for on the 18th.

She debated what time to wake him up so he could rest fully, but she was getting impatient and wanted to treat him to breakfast. So she put her phone in her back pocket, making sure things looked tidy on the tray before picking it up and carefully walking upstairs.

She pushed the cracked door open with her back, tiptoeing in and setting the tray on the dresser. He was sleeping peacefully, curled into a ball with the blankets draping over his head to block out the sun. 

She sat on the edge of the bed, pulling the covers off of him and kissing his elbow, all the way up to his shoulder. He budged slightly, but not enough to wake up fully.

“Minee…” She whispered his nickname, running her fingertips along his back. Nothing.

“Honey…” He shifted slightly, letting out a hum.

She tried so hard to bite her tongue, wondering whether this was an appropriate thing to say. She bent down close to his ear, kissing his neck before whispering again. “…Oppa,”

He finally opened his eyes, turning back at her with a hum. He squinted his eyes from the sun, stretching out his limbs as she giggled.

“That woke you right up.” She kissed the corners of his lip, then his forehead before pushing his hair out of his eyes.

“What’d you say just now?”

“Hmm? I said something?” She furrowed her eyebrows, playing dumb.

“The names.”

“Minee?” He shook his head. “Honey?” He smiled but shook his head again. “That’s all I said.”

“No I swear you said-“

“Oppa?” The couple said the word at the same time, Seokmin’s eyes bulging as he lay flat against the mattress. He covered his face to hide his blush.

“I’m not saying it ever again.” She patted his stomach over the blanket, standing up and approaching the dresser.

“Just once more? At least let me record it!” He pouted, kicking his legs.

“Nope.” She picked up the tray, walking over to him, and setting it on the mattress. “Happy birthday!”

She picked up the kazoo, blowing into it as he jumped right up. She laughed as he sat up, pulling the blankets up to cover his chest. He ran his hand across his eyes, smiling as he was surprised with breakfast in bed.

“But it’s not my-“ He tried to speak before Eden put her hand over his mouth.

“No, it’s not your birthday yet. But it is our last full day so we’re celebrating early.” Their banter from the previous day about her birthday made its way into the next day. She put her hand under his chin, massaging it like a cat. “Since you were so good to me yesterday, I’m spoiling you today.” She kissed him on the lips quickly,

“Your food is gonna get cold. Dig in.” She motioned to him, sitting back with her hands in her lap. He picked up the spoon, mixing the egg, rice, and seaweed and topping it with the kimchi. He took a big bite, closing his eyes with a look of satisfaction on his face. “Is it okay?”

“Very good.” He covers his mouth, filling his cheeks with the food and taking his time to chew. “Did you make all this?”

They made eye contact for several seconds before they both snorted. He knew she wasn’t big on cooking, but he still appreciated her going out of her way.

“I didn’t want to cook you something bad, so I ordered these this morning and plated it. I did make the coffee though.”

He sipped on the coffee quickly, nodding to himself as a smile crept into his face. “It’s very good, E. Thank you.”

“Go ahead and eat.” She ruffled her fingers through his messy hair with a smile. “Do you want me to run you a bath or start a shower?”

He smiled, chewing his food and swallowing before answering. “I’ll go for a shower. Are you gonna join me?”

She snickered, throwing her head down. “I showered earlier, so not today.”

He pouted, turning his head as he played with his food. “Not even for my birthday?”

She held his face in her hands, leaning forward and kissing his forehead. “But I have so much planned for you today.”

A grin slowly crept on his face, looking up into her eyes. He looked less bummed as she ran her thumb against his cheek. “We’ll definitely have to pick out a house with a bathtub when we move in together.”

She nodded her head, getting off the bed and going over to his suitcase. “Eat. I’ll warm your clothes up and start the water.”

So he finished eating his breakfast as she took some of his clothes downstairs to the laundry room. When she came back up, she started his shower, making sure he had towels laid out neatly for him.

While he showered, Eden took his tray and began doing the dishes. As she was tidying everything up, she was humming to herself with a smile on her face as the sun lit up the entire house. She was a bit bummed knowing their trip would end soon but she was looking forward to more happy days like these.

“I’m done.” She turned around, seeing him dressed in a loose shirt that exposed his arms and chest and his wet hair covering his forehead.

She turned back around, finishing drying the plates as he walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Eden threw her head back against his shoulder, wiping her hands dry as he kissed her neck.

“I don’t wanna go home.” He pouted, voice muffled against her skin. She smiled, putting her hands over his and sighing.

“I know how you feel.”

“I just wanna marry you already. And have so many more mornings like this. Everyday.” He blurted out, turning her around to face him in his arms. He snuck his hand behind her neck, kissing her forehead before her lips.

Her hands rested at his waist, smiling as they touched each other. “We just got promise rings, let’s slow down a bit.” She joked with a chuckle. “I want nothing more than to wake up next to you every day.”

Seokmin couldn’t hide the blush creeping onto his face, feeling his heart explode at her words. He lifted her up by the hips, setting her on the countertop before hugging her. He pressed his face against her chest, sighing contently as she brushed her fingers through his wet hair.

“Do you think our children will be vocalists or rappers?” He asked her with the straightest face ever. She laughed a bit too hard, throwing her head back and hitting it against the cabinet.

He gasped, looking up at her and putting his hand behind her head. “Oh my god, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, don’t worry.” She snorted, covering her mouth as he relaxed just a little bit. He hated when things like this happened in fear of hurting her.

“I think they’ll be a vocal.” She smiled, pursing her lips. “How could they not?”

“You’re right. You do have such a beautiful voice.”

“I was talking about you, Minee.” She pressed her finger against his forehead, rolling her eyes.

“They’ll be born from good vocalists. But they’ll get their rapping skills from their mom.” She leaned back against the cabinet carefully, laughing at his comment. She broke their contact, looking off to the side as her smile faded.

He took note of her facial expressions, his soon falling too. He stroked her cheek, turning her attention back to him. “I think I got too ahead of myself. We can drop it.”

After all, he didn’t want to pressure or overwhelm her when talking about their future together. She shook her head, holding his hand.

“No, you’re fine. I’ve just always wondered if I would be a good mother.”

He frowned. “How come?”

“I don’t know, maybe it’s because of the way I grew up?” She said with uncertainty, being reminded of her childhood. “Some people, it’s just in their nature. It’s like they’re born with motherly instincts. I guess I want to be a better parent than what I got as a child.”

He was all ears, trying his best to understand how she felt and putting himself in her shoes. All he could do was hug her, placing his head against her chest and sighing. “For what it’s worth, I think you’d be an amazing mom. And it will be a long time before that happens, so just tell me if you’re not comfortable discussing it.”

Eden smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck and feeling her heart ache. “You will no doubt be an amazing dad. I’m certain.” She whispered against his ear, knowing that even though he had his face snuggled into her chest, he was blushing.

“So today, I was thinking we could work on one of your Lego sets.” She pulled him back, hands resting on his cheeks. “Obviously the one with fewer pieces though.”

“Oh yeah, of course.” His eyes lit up instantly, the little passionate boy in him coming out.

“And then we head to the market.” She cocked her eyebrows up with excitement.

“The market?”

“Yeah. I wanted to have a little cookout with a bonfire and s’mores.”

His eyes widened with stars in them. “S’mores?”

“Oh, and I also want to see if I can find a present for Vernon. I don’t know what he likes though.” She stroked his hair at the base of his neck.

“I can help.” He reassured her with a smile.

She nodded, pushing him back just a bit so she could hop off the counter. “I’ll go get the lego’s.” Her hand brushed his shoulder before she skipped up the stairs and to the bedroom.

Eden came back, set the box down on the table before sitting across from him. The next two hours would be a lot of trial and error.

She kept referring back to the instructions, getting frustrated when some of the pieces wouldn’t go together. She laughed like she was going insane, Seokmin reaching over the table to reassure her. Even when she thought she broke one of the pieces, all he could do was smile and fix the pieces in her hand.

“You’re doing great.” He smiled, looking up from his big piece to see her getting the hang of things. “And now we just…” He handed her his piece, motioning for her to connect hers with his.

She was careful, making sure not to break or mess up what he had already made. With a bit of force, the pieces forged together and completed the moon part.

She let out a big sigh, slamming her head against the table a little too hard. He gasped, reaching over the table and putting his hands around her head.

“This is so intense.” She snorted, feeling her sanity fading when building legos.

“You and hard surfaces.” He giggled with her but deep down he was worried about how hard she hit her head. “You need to be more careful baby.”

“I know I know.” She used her elbows to hold her face up, reaching for the instructions. “What’s next?”

“Why don’t you let me finish it and you can start making a list of everything we need at the market?” He slid the paper over to himself with his finger, looking up at her.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to let you finish it by yourself.”

“I’ll be okay. We’ve already got the hard part over with.” He held up the moon with a smile on his face. “You’re practically a pro Lego builder now.”

“No, I am not.” She rolled her eyes, standing to her feet before walking to the other side of the table.

“But you are. For someone who hasn’t built legos before in their life, you’re great.” She walked behind him, wrapping her arms around his neck as he looked up at her. She shook her head with a smirk, leaning down to kiss him on the forehead.

She observed him from behind, resting her chin on top of his head as he continued to build the legos. She asked him what kind of meat he was craving and any sides that popped into his mind. She took the seat next to him, scooting closer as she pulled out her notes app and started typing down their grocery list. Their knees were touching, never being able to get enough physical contact.

“And done.” He used the last piece, completing the building and turning the LED light on. Eden looked up from her phone, widening her eyes when seeing the bear all put together. He looked in her direction, leaning to give her a peck on the cheek “It’s cute!”

“Where are you gonna put it?” She asked him, looking down at his lips before they shifted to his eyes.

“Should I put it on my nightstand? Or what about my shelf?”

“Wherever you’d like, but it’d be perfect as a nightlight.”

She felt like she won the lottery when entering this one vintage shop that had almost everything she needed. They left the airbnb as soon as Seokmin finished building his Lego set. They had been to several shops already, only buying things for each other and Eden finding it extremely difficult to pick out a gift for Vernon.

“Are you sure he’s gonna like it?” She watched the cashier scan her items, turning to Seokmin.

“Yes, don’t worry. He will appreciate anything you get him. And these are completely up his alley.

She pursed her lips as the woman packaged the cat mug. She also got him cat socks and a coaster. She can’t remember the last time she had this much trouble picking out presents for someone. But when she thought of Vernon, the first thing that came to her mind was cats.

After paying, they exited the shop hand in hand. “Are you getting hungry?” She asked him with a smile, making their way back to their car.

“Starving.” He pulled her closer by wrapping his arm around her, stumbling as her bag hit his knee accidentally. She chuckled, putting all their stuff in the backseat.

“To the market?” She fastened her seatbelt, watching him start the car and getting comfy. He rubbed his hands together since it was still very cold outside.

“I’ve been craving barbecue so bad these past few weeks.” Seokmin held his palm open over the center, wasting no time in intertwining their fingers. “I just don’t want to buy more than we can eat and waste food.”

“We’ll just have to eat all night then.”

“But I have other plans for the rest of the night.” She mumbled under her breath, looking out the window and watching each sidewalk crack pass.

“What was that?” He smirked, locking eyes with her as she stuttered to speak.

She played dumb, raising her eyebrows. “Hmm?”

“I thought I heard you say something.” He returned his eyes to the road as he snickered. He knew what she said loud and clear but wasn’t going to pry any further.

They found the market closest to where they were staying, Eden pulling out her phone while entering. She noticed how he wasn’t by her side, turning around and seeing him grab a shopping cart. There was a loud noise as he pulled it from another cart, Seokmin flinching and steering it in her direction. He stopped, pursing his lips as his ears turned red.

She giggled, grabbing the end with her hand and leading him throughout the store. They collected all their vegetables and side dishes that they desired for tonight. Eden contemplated what type of meat to buy, looking over the selection.

He seemed to have fallen behind, getting distracted by all the meat and accidentally running over her ankles with the cart. “Oh- I’m so sorry!”

She reached for her sock, pulling them back up after he ran them over. She was being too quiet which worried him. Instead, she joined his side, insisting that they switch places.

“Here, you can run me over too.” He stood in front of the cart, turning his back and waiting for him to hit his ankles. All she did was push the cart past him.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get you when you least expect it.” She gave him a devilish grin, knowing he was in for it big time.

Almost an hour went by when they made it to the checkout. Seokmin finished putting all their things on the belt before pulling out his wallet. Just as he was about to give his card to the woman, Eden gripped the bars on the cart, pushing it forward and clashing right with his ankle. She didn’t expect it to be that rough and immediately regretted it.

She widened her eyes with a gasp, her mouth hanging open as she pulled the cart back and grabbed his arm. “I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to do it that hard!”

He pouted his lips, handing his card to the lady but never breaking eye contact with Eden.

“Are you okay?” Her hand touched his shoulder, looking down at his foot. He took his opportunity to tease her.

He nodded, not speaking as the woman handed his card back. The stranger tried her best not to eavesdrop on them but she couldn’t help the smirk on her face at how cute they were.

He was still giving her the silent treatment when walking back to their car. Now she was really

growing paranoid.

“Minee, you know I didn’t mean it.” She tried patting his back, only to be ignored again.

Eden attempted to help him load the car with all their groceries, but he beat her to it and was really worried that he might actually be mad at her.

“Hey, please don’t ignore me.” She frowned, rubbing her fingers over her knuckles to hopefully ease the lump growing in her throat.

“Seokmin-“ Once he shut the car trunk, he quickly grabbed her face and planted a kiss on her lips. Her anxiety vanished as they kissed, but when she pulled away, she crossed her arms and avoided his gaze.

“You little shit.” She rolled her eyes as he started to giggle. He pulled her into a hug, kissing the top of her head.

“You’re so cute when you're all worried like that.”

“There’s nothing cute about almost making me cry.” She turned her body, standing on the passenger side and waiting for him to unlock the door. He hurried to put their cart away.

He smiled at her from the other side of the car, making faces at her through the window.

“If you don’t open the damn door right now-“ He quickly unlocked the doors, sitting down and getting himself buckled in.

She stared straight forward as her fingers played with the straps on her purse. He leaned forward, trying to see if she would look at him.

“Don’t look at me like that.” She didn’t even have to make eye contact to know he was doing his pouty puppy dog face.

“Are you mad?” He reached over to twirl a piece of her hair around his finger. She sighed, ignoring his question and slouching in the seat.

Each time she tried to look away, he would only lean forward more. “Oh baby…”

“We’re not leaving till you at least hold my hand.” He held his hand open on the center console, flexing his fingers as he waited.

She didn’t want to give in too easily, but he started humming while tapping his fingers on the wheel. She was a sucker for his singing, and the big sigh he let out caused her to cave.

His hand felt much warmer now, smiling to himself as they made their way back to where they were staying. “I’m sorry for messing with you, E.”

“Yeah yeah.” She pursed her lips, putting her head back against the seat and looking over at him.

“I love you.” He filled his cheeks up with air, pleading with his eyes for her to say it back.

“I love you too.” She used her other hand to pat his wrist.

“Then can I get a kiss?”

She reached over to give him a kiss on the cheek, but he turned his head at the last second and pecked her on the lips. She flattened her lips, rolling her eyes with a sigh. He noticed her clenching her jaw from being so flustered. She looked away, Seokmin squeezing her hand tighter than before.

“So cute.”

Once they got back to the airbnb, they got straight to preparing dinner. Seokmin helped prepare the side dishes, as well as grilling the meat. She was never a good cook but she still wanted to try her best for his birthday.

After filling their tummies with their first round of meat, she asked him to coach her through grilling the meat. She caught on quickly, not needing too much guidance from him. As always, he thought it was appropriate to capture the moment, snapping pictures on his camera.

He tried her cooking first, making sure to reassure her that it was really yummy. And when she tasted it herself, she was surprised.

Once they grilled all the meat they bought, the couple was shocked that there weren’t that many leftovers. It was still a bit chilly outside, but they had the heat from the grill to warm them up.

Eden and Seokmin returned inside, washing all their dishes from dinner and neatly putting them back where they belonged. Sometime during dinner, he started the bonfire where they would roast their s’mores later.

“I don’t think I’ve had s’mores since my childhood.” Eden was putting together the crackers and the chocolates, sticking the marshmallows on skewers.

“It’s gonna be so good.” He sat by the fire, holding the skewer far from the actual flame because he feared it would catch on fire. She sat down next to him, their shoulders touching as she turned her marshmallow and letting it roast perfectly.

“Minee, you gotta actually hold it close to the fire to cook.” She gently guided his hand closer, watching as the marshmallow turned into a golden color.

“You’re a pro at this.” He looked over at her, smiling as their eyes met. She blushed, turning to face the fire when she gasped. While he was admiring her profile, he held the marshmallow over the fire too long and it caught on fire.

“Your marshmallow!”

He whipped his head forward, eyes widening as he pulled the skewer out of the fire and blowing hard to put out the flame. He pouted, fake crying as he dropped his head.

“You can have mine, don’t worry.” She snorted, taking his skewer away from him and standing to her feet. She walked over to the table where she had most of their sandwiches ready, only having to put the marshmallow in the middle and top it.

She looked back at him, taking another marshmallow out of the bag and sticking a candle into the middle of it. She had secretly snuck candle toppers into the cart when they were shopping.

“Close your eyes!” She shouted, lighting the wick as he put his hands over his eyes. On his plate was his s’more and next to it was a plain marshmallow with a candle in it. She didn’t know how to make it stick to the top of the s’more without it falling over and probably creating a bigger mess than they had already made.

She sat down next to him, holding the plate in front of his face and smiling. “Open.”

He removed his hands from his eyes, jaw dropping as he gasped. She started singing happy birthday to him, his eyes shifting back and forth from the s’more to Eden. The sandwich itself looked so yummy and put together, and then he saw the candle.

When she finally finished singing, she leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Happy birthday, my love. Now make a wish.”

He giggled, folding his hands together and closing his eyes. She focused on his features as the candle lit up his face. He really was so handsome.

A few seconds passed and he opened his eyes, blowing the candle out and taking the plate from her. “I already have everything I want.” Her cheeks and ears flushed red, Seokmin guiding her chin towards him with his finger and kissing her on the lips.

She couldn’t help but stare at his lips when they finally pulled away. They looked so tempting. But he quickly snapped her out of her thoughts as he sat the plate down on his lap, and took a big bite of the s’more. It was messy to say the least. He had chocolate and marshmallows on the corners of his lips.

“Is it good?” She snorted, standing up to get a napkin for him.

“It’s heaven.”

She sat back down next to him, turning his head and cleaning his lips off for him. “Let me have a bite too.” He offered his sandwich up, Eden holding onto his wrist as she tried to take a bite without being too messy with it.

“Even better than when I was younger.” He took the napkin from her, patting her lips off as well.

They had at least two more sandwiches before they were done eating. She told him she would clean up and put everything away, so all he had to do was sit back and enjoy the fire. She was inside for a while before she came back out, holding one of the throw blankets from the couch and unfolding it.

“May I sit?” She smiled, rotating the blanket and wrapping it around herself as he nodded quickly.

Eden sat down on his lap, covering the both of them with the blanket as she relaxed against him. He kissed her temple, wrapping his arm around her back as his other hand held her legs up.

She smiled, letting her head rest on his shoulder as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Did you have a good pre-birthday?”

He couldn’t help but chuckle, patting her thigh. “Of course. Today was perfect.”

“I’m glad.” She folded her hands at the base of his neck, eyeing his lips before finally kissing him.

They both turned their attention to the fire that crackled before them. The day was finally coming to an end.

Eden looked up towards the sky, seeing the sparks that disappeared into the night and finding all the stars that were hidden behind the passing clouds. “Do you know anything about stars or constellations?”

“Probably not any more than you.” He tilted his up too, following close behind her.

She chuckled as she searched for the north star. She even tried to connect dots in her mind to complete any shape or object, but to no avail. She sighed, closing her eyes and resting against him as they enjoyed the quiet atmosphere with the fire to calm their worries.

If it wasn’t so cold outside, she would want to spend the night under the stars with the love of her life. When she finally opened her eyes, she looked back up to the night sky, finding the moon that had finally revealed itself.

“There’s the moon.” She pointed her hand up to the sky, looking at the man in her arms. Her content expression soon fell, seeing his glassy eyes watching the moon. “Baby, why are you crying?”

It seemed he didn’t even realize the tears pooling in his eyes, being snapped out of his own thoughts and looking at her. She frowned, stroking his cheek and wiping his tears away with the back of her finger. “What’s wrong?”

He scoffed at himself, patting his eyes with the blanket. “I’m okay. I’m just happy.”

“You’re crying happy tears?”

He nodded, pressing his forehead against hers and patting her head. “I love you so much.”

She smiled, holding back her own tears. Something they had in common was that they both felt like crying when seeing each other cry. “I love you more. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes, I’m so happy.” He grabbed her hand, squeezing it close to his chest. “I am so happy to be here with you right now.”

Eden smiled, blinking a lot to not cry herself. “I love you. It’s okay if your head is running a little wild.” She tapped her fingers against his forehead, giggling together.

He tucked her hair behind her ear, holding her cheek as he kissed her. Her hands wrapped around his neck as she smiled against his lips.

“Your pre-birthday isn’t over yet, you know.” She whispered, brushing her fingers through his hair at his neck.

“Is that what we’re calling the time between your birthday and mine?” He snickered, his hands gripping her waist tighter.

“It’s smart once you think about it.” She chuckled, flipping her hair behind her shoulder. “We should probably put out the fire first before I give you my other present.”

He tapped her leg, signaling her to get up. She laughed loud, gripping the blanket close as she got off of him. He now had a little pep in his step.

[simskittyyy]

AirBnb Boho Villa +CC

Floor plan:

This tropical Santorini inspired two-story villa is located in the upscale gated community of Skyward Palms, Oasis Springs. It has 3 bedrooms, 4 baths, a spacious outdoor area with pool, outdoor dining, bar and tub. 

About the lot:

Size: 30x20

Value: 117,588 simoleons

Type: Residential

Location: Sultry Springside, Oasis Springs

The lot uses the packs: Island living, Get Together, Jungle Adventure, Spa Day, Moschino Stuff, Perfect Patio Stuff, Courtyard Oasis Kit

List of CCs used:

Artvitalex

Graeagle outdoor living set

Novella outdoor living set

Rosalina living set

ArwenKaboom

Felicity living set

Chicklet

California dreaming living set

Plant lover outdoor planter

This and That décor set, part 2

DOT

Yard string pole mesh

Jomsims

Ercazia bathtub, puff, separator

Rani bedroom set

Minc

Darma door short open, Darma window small

Sunset arch 2 tiles for short wall (part of set)

Mutske

New York construction set

Pilton construction set

Skylight modern flat 1x1

Wonders of ivy

Moniamay72

Insta Pastel wallpaper

Nickname

Simple bathroom shower

Nikadema

TeKa shower, TeKa accessories

NynaeveDesign

Erin plants I, Erin plants II

Haze plants

Peacemaker

Chevron parquet floor

Pilar

Ambientes outdoor set

Pralinesims

Marble floor 7

Severinka

Construction low false wall 1 cell, arched wall v4

Havana outdoor garland 5 cell, 6 cell

Kalla bathroom curtain left, curtain right

Santorini wall lamp

Wooden décor wall panel left, wall panel right

SIMcredible

Tropics enlighted palm tree

TV corner hanging plant

Vertical garden planter

Soloriya

Catherine décor sets

Syboubou

Advent Calendar 2020 Classic Parquet floor & Concrete bare floor

Artus flagstone paving

Elevare zigzag fence, zigzag railing

Galet plant arrowhead (part of set)

Hotel Plant V2

Intro Set part 1

Paradis traditional stairs, floating stairs

Plouf curly palm tree, stone pool trim (part of set)

Ung999

under the sun awning middle, right

Wondymoon

Berkelium outdoor living set

Boron bedroom set

Cadmium bedroom set

Chromium office set

Garrulus outdoor living

Garrulus outdoor pots and plants

Germanium kitchen part I, part II

Kalium panel

Lupinus wall panel

Sodium outdoor living, outdoor dining, outdoor extras, outdoor poolside lounge, outdoor bar

Thorium bathroom set, decorations

Thank you to all amazing CC creators ♥

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The Benefits Of Installing Shower Enclosures With Shower Trays

Installing a shower enclosure with shower tray is a great way to upgrade your bathroom. Not only do they provide a modern, sleek look, but they also offer a variety of benefits. From providing extra safety to helping you save money, installing a shower enclosure with a shower tray will improve the look and feel of your bathroom. In this article, we’ll discuss the advantages of shower enclosures with shower trays and why they are an excellent choice for your bathroom. Table of Contents: I. Introduction II. Benefits of Shower Enclosures With Shower Trays A. Safety B. Aesthetics C. Cost-effectiveness D. Easy to Clean E. Variety of Options III. Conclusion

II. Benefits of Shower Enclosures With Shower Trays One of the major benefits of installing a shower enclosure with a shower tray is the improved safety it offers. Shower trays provide a flat, non-slip surface which makes it safer to enter and exit the shower. This is especially important for elderly or disabled people who may have difficulty with balance. Additionally, it can also provide a safe surface to put shower items such as soaps and shampoos.

Aesthetics is another benefit of installing a shower enclosure with shower tray. It provides a modern, sleek look that can instantly transform the look and feel of your bathroom. Shower trays come in a variety of materials and styles, so you can choose a look that best suits your personal style and the rest of your bathroom’s décor.

Another benefit of shower enclosures with shower trays is their cost-effectiveness. A shower tray is usually significantly cheaper than a full-size shower enclosure, making them an ideal option for those on a budget. Additionally, they can be installed quickly and easily, which can save you time and money on installation costs. Shower enclosures with shower trays are also very easy to clean and maintain. The non-porous surface of a shower tray is resistant to mold and mildew and can be quickly wiped down with a damp cloth. This makes it easy to keep your shower looking clean and fresh.

Finally, there is a wide variety of options when it comes to shower enclosures with shower trays. Whether you’re looking for a traditional style or a more modern look, there are plenty of options available to choose from. You can also choose from a variety of materials, such as acrylic, glass, or ceramic, to find the perfect look for your bathroom.

III. Conclusion In conclusion, installing a shower enclosure with a shower tray is a great way to upgrade your bathroom. Not only do they provide improved safety, but they also offer a variety of aesthetic and cost-effective benefits. From providing a modern, sleek look to being easy to clean and maintain, installing a shower enclosure with shower tray is an excellent choice for your bathroom.

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[bathroomdesignandinstallation]

A SPACE-WASTING BATHROOM IS BRILLIANTLY REDESIGNED

We were interviewed by Sarah Alcroft from the editorial team at Houzz, on the transformation of one of our bathroom projects in Hampton Wick we designed, supplied and installed. Here is the published article.

Bathroom at a Glance Who lives here? A couple with three teenage children Location Hampton Wick, west London Property A Georgian house Room dimensions 3.5m x 3.2m

The family who live in this Georgian house share one bathroom, which, now the three children are growing up, had become rather a squeeze. Their key request was for a large shower, plus an extra basin to ease the morning rush. They were also keen the design should be clean-lined and low-maintenance.

The wall against which Adam sited the shower is built out by 150mm. This was key to unlocking the layout, as it meant he could move the toilet to make way for the walk-in cubicle.

“The thing that was causing the owners problems with the original floorplan was the loo, because the stack went straight out of the wall at the point where it was situated,” Adam explains. “To move that without doing heavy external work, I knew I’d have to build into the room, so I could change the stack within the boxing.”

To make the shower as maintenance-free as possible, the family didn’t want any moving parts on the screens and asked for large-format tiles for fewer grout lines.

Now, a claw-foot slipper bath, painted in a muted green, is tucked neatly in the space. “Having the bath under the window creates a bit more of a spa vibe,” Adam says.

With the shower being more open and the family keen to keep potential problems to a minimum, Adam replaced the wooden boards with wood-effect porcelain floor tiles. “We had to create a whole new floor and level it, then tile it,” he says.

The room originally only had ceiling lights, but Adam has gone for a more layered approach, with fittings at different heights, including these brass pendants, which help to create a relaxing mood in the bathing area.

“I wanted to create a few levels of lighting,” he says. “One level is practical, so they have the cabinet and ceiling lighting, then there’s all the softer lights, such as the pendants and the spots in the shower nook.”

There’s also low-level lighting under the vanity unit to banish shadows. “Because the vanity is quite big, if you didn’t have that, it would create quite a big dark patch on the floor, and the light cancels that out a bit,” Adam says.

The vanity unit is so much more practical for the family. The double porcelain basins have plenty of set-down space around them and the unit contains two roomy drawers. A large mirrored cabinet above also adds storage, while helping to boost light levels and the sense of space.

The panel behind the basins protrudes slightly. “It helps with pipework, but it was more to create a 3D effect to break up the wall and provide a bit of depth, otherwise everything would have been flat,” Adam explains.

The shelf on top of the panel is a piece of quartz, which creates a nice ‘lid’ rather than just having the tile edging. “I matched it with the [strips on the] bottom of the recesses in the shower wall to bring a bit of that dark note across to this side of the room and balance with the black shower frame,” Adam says.

The owners weren’t sure what colour to go for, but knew they wanted natural elements, so Adam suggested soft greens.

He’s restricted the colour palette and patterns, which keeps the scheme from being too busy, but there’s plenty to catch the eye. “It’s quite texture-rich and there’s a lot to look at, so it keeps you interested,” he says.

Tall radiators in both alcoves continue the thin black lines of the shower enclosure and, with three rails on each one, can keep all the family’s towels warm and dry.

The various design details also help to zone the space. “Whether it’s the tiling behind the bath and basin, or the lighting, or the shower having a darker tray and Crittall-style screens, each creates an area of the room that’s just for that function,” Adam says.

The family love their new room and are pleased they spent a bit more than planned. “They had options throughout to change their minds, but decided on quality products,” Adam says. “They chose to invest in things that made the design.

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He asked me to play hooky, so he could take me to an overnight trip to the coast.

I called in sick to work, as did he.

He made us a vegetable omelet and hot coffee while I tidied the house and packed our overnight bag.

The roads we took were windy, carved into the hills of the mountain, dangerous and thrilling.

We checked in at the Blue Lake casino and hotel, admiring our room. The long horizontal mirror was cut in an emerald, the decor in grey and blue. A second mirror across from the Queen size bed, vertical and neighbor to the flat screen television. There was a vanity tucked into the wall, accompanied by its own lighting a small blue velvet chair. The bathroom was marbled white, spacious, the shower large and wide- more than enough space for 2 people to bathe in. There was a photograph of a diamond, but it was cut in layers, reflecting outwards to the frame.

After checking in, we went to the restaurant for dinner.

The casino was the floor below us. He gave me a budget of $100 and scouted out the machines and tables. I was never good at gambling. It’s a game of chance and that chances are that the house wins.

I remember playing 21 once or twice in grade school, played it in video games and in online hangouts like Gaia online. I had vague understanding of the game: get to 21 before the dealer does.

I played at casinos before, wolf, for my 21st birthday took me to one and taught me to play 21. We haven’t gone to many casinos, pretty sure it’s because I’m not good at gambling, and I think the last time was when COVID started.

We went our separate ways, as the giant screens with looming numbers, bright colors and flashing lights tried to pull me in. I looked for ones I thought were pretty, ones that had a unique design or feature.

I wandered past the elderly, pushing the BET button repeatedly as the slot machine spun. Their eyes stayed still, unblinking as the screen from the machine reflected in them. Ash trays from cigarettes still lingered the scent of tobacco, bar girls with trays walking in between giving out fresh drinks and collecting lipstick stained glasses.

The machines I went to were wolf themed. Little Red Riding Hood, Neon Wolf, Fire Wolf, Wolf Run, and Night of the Wolf. I didn’t win any money at these, though Night of the Wolf had my favorite art.

Wolf, without missing a beat, won money at his first machine.

He drove us to our hot tubs, pausing inside to collect hot chocolate and a brownie to share.

We went back to the casino, where a live cover band played 90’s hits.

We found a table, where we played 21. He re-taught me how to play, as I fumbled my way around when to “hit”, “stay”, “split”, or “double”. There were also side bets, and side games to win extra chips, such as matching the dealer with “3 of a kind” or a “straight flush”.

[theramseyloft]

Beginner’s housing for a pet pigeon

We can go into the complexities involved in housing multiple pigeons at a later time.

Right now, we’re going to focus primarily on setting up for a single bird who is intended to be a companion animal.

The biggest problem you are going to run into is that the housing commercially available for birds is designed either to display a finch or a parrot.

Finch cages make excellent hospital cages for pigeons, but that is their only useful application.

A Hospital cage needs to be small to discourage the bird from moving around too much and doing anything other than eating and drinking, so that their recovery, be that from disease or injury, can progress with as few delays as possible.

A healthy bird cannot tolerate this degree of confinement for long.

Parrot cages are huge and expensive, but too narrow for a pigeon to be physically able to use.

The bare minimum requirements for any cage a pigeon will be housed in for more than an hour a day is that it be two inches wider than the full wingspan of the bird at the narrowest point, to allow their wings at least an inch of clearance on either side.

They are cliff nesters that don’t roost on branches. Round perches hurt their feet, so they need either flat platforms or square perches.

Pigeons cannot climb the way parrots can. They can only walk or fly, and they cannot comfortably fly if their wings will clip into things like hanging toys or ramps.

So they tend to prefer their enclosure be as uncluttered as possible.

Socialization is best done outside the enclosure, so that’s where most of the toys should be.

Dog kennels set up like this one above are kinder to both the pigeons and the wallets of their care taker than pretty much any indoor bird cage available.

A Labrador sized (usually marketed as a “Large”) kennel will fit bird about homer sized and smaller.

Larger breeds or breeds with longer flight and tail feathers will need a larger size as a base line.

These are very simple to modify.

The nest box is a bunny/ferret corner litter box, about $8-10 at most pet shops. Easy to clean and comfortable.

The perch is a garden stake cut to length, about $5 from the garden center at Walmart or a hardware store like Lowes or home Depot.

Honestly, if I had this to do over, the birds would get a wider, shallower food dish.

Pigeons are ground foragers. It’s easier for them to eat comfortably from a shallow dish than a deep one.

The water dish can be as deep as the pigeon can reach the bottom of.

This is the upper level of a ferret nation Double modified for my first breeding pair of Lucerne waaaay back before my loft was built, when I had a grand total of four breeding pair of pigeons and 16 pairs of Ringneck doves.

This one also has a garden steak cut to fit as a perch.

Their nest box is a large dog bowl full of timothy hay.

Notice that this enclosure has a single hanging bell toy exactly at standing head height for the birds, well out of the way of their wings.

This probably looks unbearably spartan, especially if you come form a parrot back ground.

Remember that pigeons cannot climb and will not fly in a space where their wings may bump into clutter.

The cage for an indoor pet pigeon should serve the same function as the kennel does for an indoor dog:

That is NOT where the dog lives!

At most, it’s where they sleep at night, and where a puppy stays when they can’t be supervised until they’ve learned the house rules.

Pigeons are absolutely smart enough to learn house rules just like a dog or cat.

And pet pigeons are happiest when they have the freedom of motion to exercise, play, and interact with their human flock mates at will.

While they can free fly an entire house, a single bedroom is enough space for most breeds to move around happily.

Pigeon proofing is pretty simple.

They aren’t capable of chewing like parrots, so no need to worry about your electrical chords being damaged and your bird giving them self a nasty shock.

They can’t damage wood or drywall or fabric by chewing.

Pigeons don’t eat plants, but do like the feel of ripping them and will use strips of leaves as nest bedding, so house plants may need to be protected by glass covers.

Things displayed on shelves in the room or rooms the pigeon will have access to need to be heavy enough or well enough wedged in that the bird can’t pull them down if they land awkwardly on them or push them off if they bump into or try to squeeze past them.

Papers need to be stored where they won’t be scattered by the wind that their powerful wings kick up in flight.

Any crevices too high or awkward for you to easily clean need to be blocked some how.

Poop is simple.

The poop of a well fed, healthy pigeon with a good diet should be round and solid enough that it can be easily picked up with a square of toilet paper or a tissue when wet or vacuumed up when dry.

Once you know your bird’s favorite perches, you can make clean up even easier on yourself by laying down puppy pads under them that you can just change out as often as needed.

Once a pigeon has mastered the house rules, you can do away with the cage entirely.

This is the feeding station we set up for Ankhou and Bird-bird.

On the little feed tray for cats were the feeder and waterer with oystershell offered free choice from a dish between them.

Pigeons are one of the very few animals that recognize their reflection in the mirror as a a reflected view of themselves, instead of another bird.

Most like to practice dancing, strutting, their sweeping charge, and bow-cooing in front of mirrors, so those are excellent enrichment for them.

Being cliff nesters, bricks are simply the most comfortable thing for a pigeon to stand on.

Strutting back and forth on the rough surface in front of a mirror will help them keep their claws blunted.

The bricks are holding down a crinkle sack for cats, laid out flat. 

Pigeons love noise stims. Particularly crinkly, jingly, or chiming.

The noise it made made dancing in front of the mirror extra fun on the crinkle mat.

The dead keyboard serves a similar function.

This beans box from Walmart full of straw served as Bird-Bird’s nest box.

She laid eggs fairly regularly, and slept in there most of the time.

Ankhou was a man of simple tastes. 

This baby doll blanket on the nightstand at my bedside was where he slept at night.

Social bird was social and wanted to be as close as possible to us at all times and involved somehow in everything we did.

Pigeons like to take baths, and our free flying pet liked to be offered the opportunity to take one when we showered, but did not like to actually be in the shower with us.

So we got him a little pyrex casserole dish about as long as he was that stayed on the side of the bathtub and made a habit of filling it for him before we got into the shower.

Anhkou didn’t care much for forage pans or puzzle toys, but many pigeons do and they are very simple to make.

A pan or tray with a few fists full of straw, paper strips, sand, or a mix of all three with a high value treat like Safflower seeds sprinkled in to find mimics the way rock doves would forage for seed in the wild.

Puzzle feeders for pigeons are as simple to make as crumpling a sheet of paper with a few high value seeds inside.

Pigeons love crinkly sounds and tugging on the crumpled paper or blowing it around by flapping at it will reward them with a few spilled seeds and a fun noise.

The little wicker balls for kitties with a jingle bell inside complete the holy trinity of stick-texture, shiny, and jingly, and many pigeons love to kick, peck, and toss them.

They like to pick up and shake and toss bread ties with a small jingle bell fastened to the end.

Bird-Bird’s favorite toy was the bell intended to go on a kittens collar. 

She liked to strut around with it holding it by the loop by which it was supposed to fasten and very softly jingling it.

Q-tips with the cotton tips removed and toothpicks with blunted or clipped ends are basically pigeon Legos.

Miniature wind chimes like this little angel and her harp are fun auditory stims too.

If you can swing it (ha!), pigeons enjoy swings, as long as the perch is flat.

Experiment with your birds and see what kind of enrichment they enjoy. ^v^

[tarithenurse]

Karasuno Transfer - 2

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Pairing: Reader x Sawamura Daichi x Azumane Asahi x Sugawara Koshi. Content: Smut. Just smut. A/N: There was supposed to have been a chapter before this one...but when I beta’d it, it turned out to be complete and utter crap, so here’s what should have been chapter 3 but now is the only remaining chapter...which in turn is unbeta’d because I have a hard time concentrating on actually correcting it rather than imagining it.

2.

...  Reader  ...

It had taken time before you could admit to the fact that not only were you unable to choose between the three guys, you didn’t want to.

“I’ll either date all of you or none of you,” you’d shouted in desperation when they asked you outright for an answer.

“Fine,” Daichi had nodded, “We’ve talked about it and we can share if you’re up for it.”

Your jaw had hit the ground and it had been hard to convince you that they meant it...but they did prove themselves right soon enough.

The beginning had been tentative, filled with careful testing of boundaries among the guys but also on your part because you’d never dated anyone before them. By the time the trio graduated, however, it had become a natural part of your life as though they had been all that was missing and you felt at home whenever you visited them in the flat they shared, waiting for you to join them for good.

And when the day finally did arrive, you had butterflies in your belly from the excitement: you’d turned 18, graduation was over, and now the last box had been unpacked.

...

Things have been changing again now that you live together. You all share the same huge bed – it’s a bunch of futons laid out next to each other to take up almost the entire floor of the bedroom – but as heavy as the cuddling sessions go, the guys always hold back and you love them for it almost more than it’s starting to frustrate you.

That’s why you have a plan.

Getting home from work early one evening, you grab your chance when you realize you’re the first one. A quick shower and a change into something more comfortable: thigh high stockings and a figure hugging, knitted sweater-dress that all would seem reasonable considering the weather...but that’s all you’re wearing as you grab a book and try to keep yourself distracted.

It takes ages before you hear the key in the lock the first time and Daichi comes home from the academy. His nose and cheeks are pink from the frost outside and he gladly accepts when you offer to make some tea after he’s kissed you hello.

“You’re looking uhm cozy,” he comments with a sly smile.

“Thank you.”

He’s followed you out into the kitchen where you struggle to reach the right tea tin from one of the higher shelves, making sure the dress rides up just a smidgen more and you swear you hear a low groan from behind you.

“Why don’t you go make yourself comfortable, hon,” you coo, “I’m sure the others will be home soon too and we can cozy up together.”

“Alright alright,” he smiles, pecking your cheek as he grabs the tin for you and in that moment, you’re pressed close to each other and you can smell the frost and his heat for a few seconds before he retreats.

The tea is just finished as Kōshi and Asahi come home both happy with the idea of it being weekend. You can hear the smiles in their voices as they call out their hellos.

“Perfect timing,” you say, tray in hands and passing them in the hallway on the way to the living room, “tea?”

“Y-yes please,” Asahi answers with an elevator look to your outfit.

You smile. “Daichi’s on the couch, why don’t you get comfy and join him while I get extra cups?”

“I’ll get them for you.” Suga is already on the way to the kitchen.

Trailing after you, you’re vaguely aware that the two guys are communicating silently and you can’t stop the devious little smile from sneaking onto your lips at the idea of why. It’s not that the clothes are new...but normally you’d wear it with leggings or pantyhose rather than barelegged and you know this difference is noticeable to them.

Putting down the tray on the low table before the couch, you kneel and begin to fill the cups, knowing that the dress rides up higher yet now that you’re leaning forward. Just not enough to show them anything naughty. In exchange for each full cup, you get a kiss from the one you give it to. Deep kisses dripping with longing and bewilderment and desperation until you pull away again, out of breath each time.

Asahi is sitting in the middle with Daichi to his left and Suga to his right (your right and left when you face them). Looking up at them, you see their individual reactions just the way you had imagined: Suga has already caught on and is smiling slyly while Daichi looks pleasantly surprised, Asahi clearly has understood the point but he’s more flustered than anything and the devil in you spurs you to crawl over to him, hands on his thighs and an innocent look on your face.

“What’s wrong, honey?” you ask.

He has to swallow heart. “Nothing...” A blush creeps into his cheeks. “You just...look...lovely.”

“Thank you.”

Crawling onto his lap, you straddle him, careful not to spill the still hot tea. Daichi’s hand lands on your thigh, rubbing small circles onto the bare skin while Suga gently removes the cups from the situation (some of them still un-drunk) before coming to stand behind you. You lean back against him with a happy sigh because his fingers find their way onto your shoulders to gently massage away the tension there.

“[Y/N],” Daichi asks, “what’s going on?”

“I thought it was obvious,” you try to pout, “I’m seducing you guys.”

“No, that works but...” Asahi has a hard time finding the right words again, “are you sure?”

Looking into his eyes, you find the eagerness you’re hoping for layered underneath deep concern. It’s a look that’s mirrored in Daichi’s face and Suga’s gentle ministrations and you know you can trust them to take care of you.

“Yes.”

Asahi’s hands are strong around your waist as he pulls you close to kiss you again. The hesitation is gone, replaced by something you would call greed. His tongue sweeps along your bottom lip the way he likes to before delving deeper and drawing a soft moan from you – one that’s echoed from your right as Daichi’s hands burrow under your dress to reach your hip while finding nothing to obstruct the skin on skin contact.

“Someone’s really been planning ahead,” he whispers in awe.

Suga is moving his attention from your shoulder, allowing his hands to slip lower to massage your breasts through the sweater-dress. Meeting his touch, you arch and the movement has you grinding subtly against a not so subtle bulge in Asahi’s pants.

��That’s it,” he gasps, “we’re moving this somewhere else.”

And he stands up with your legs wrapped around his hips and leads the way to the bedroom where he stands you on the middle of the bed.

There’s a moment of hesitation until you ask the guys to strip first, Daichi making quick work of his tshirt and sweatpants while the other two have shirts and ties and trousers to deal with before getting moderately comfortable. As comfortable as it’s possible to be with raging hard-ons.

They don’t let you take care of your own clothes. Instead, Daichi moves behind you to slowly lift up the dress, his palms hot against your skin as they slide up, allowing the colder air to follow in his wake to create goosebumps for Suga to kiss away as he begins to roll down one of the stocking. Asahi is quick to follow his example, although his kisses are interspersed by praises.

“So pretty for us,” he mumbles against your bellybutton, “so beautiful.”

His words have you blushing. It’s not the first time you hear him say something like it.

It’s not the first time heavy kisses and touches have been exchanged.

But it’s the first time where none of the guys are merely onlookers cheering you on as they wait for their turn to have you, and the thought of it has you soaked already as a sense of power thrums within you at the idea that you are laying down the rules tonight for all of them.

Free of your clothes (what little you had been wearing), you let them worship your body as you stand there between them. Your nipples ache in Suga’s mouth, your mouth tastes Daichi, while you lower lips are caressed by Asahi’s skilled fingers.

Asashi. He is heavy in your hand, precum already leaking onto your palm as you slowly stroke him, making him groan deeply and then pout as you abandon him for Daichi’s thicker cock, earning a sharp nibble at the tender spot beneath the ear. The sting only lingers for a second before it’s soothed by gentle kisses.

“You liked that, huh?” Asahi comments, momentarily stopping his ministrations between your legs to lick his fingers clean. “Let’s see what else you like.”

“Then let me lie down.”

Of course they let you. Gently, they guide you onto your knees and from there onto your side with Asahi’s big frame behind you and Suga in front of you.

“Daichi?” You reach for him.

He smiles, stroking himself. “I’m right here, babe, just enjoying the view for a moment.”

The former captain says something more, but it’s lost to you as Asahi has snaked a hand back between you thighs and found your clit, slowly rolling it between his fingers. Your own hands reach for what’s closest, causing Suga to moan breathily as you begin to stroke his cock.

“Fuck, just like -” he never gets further as you kink the wrist just as your palm slides to the head of his cock, twisting around it firmly to spread the precum slick against your hand. And again. And again and Suga can’t concentrate on kissing your any longer but simply holds on to you.

“Lift your leg, babe, please,” Daichi begs and you comply, showing him how drenched you are from Asahi’s action as his fingers keep swirling from your clit to your cunt where it barely dips in enough for you to get a feel for what will come later.

Asahi has longer fingers, you know. Fingers that can reach deep and curl in just the right place and you’re buzzing for just that to happen.

“Mo-more?”

“Always, princess,” Suga acknowledges, nudging you closer to Asahi.

Next thing you know, you’re lying tits up on top of Asahi, his cock nestling against your cunt as he holds you tightly by the hips. Suga has followed closely and is kneeling by your side.

“Up here,” you urge him, tongue already reaching out to feel his essence upon it and the weight you know so well.

There’s a salty taste to it the moment his cock slips between your waiting lips. He barely dips in at first, keeping the thrusts shallow and slow as he waits for you to take more of your own will.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Suga hisses.

“C’mon, Daichi,” you hear Asahi mumble.

The gentle giant’s cock is angled, entering and stretching you deliciously. You’re not sure if that’s what makes you groan loudly or if it’s the feeling of a tongue flattening and licking a stripe past your dripping hole and up to and around the clit.

“Oh fuck!” Suga gasps again, this time pressing further until you can’t take more of him and you have to stop him with a hand against his pelvis. All it takes is a subtle push and he pulls back. “Sorry, princess.”

“M-mm.” It’s supposed to mean no. Don’t apologize.

You can feel your juices dripping past Asahi’s shallow thrusts despite Daichi’s efforts to collect most. The spring inside you is tightening, winding up steadily until your back is arching and toes are curling. It’s almost impossible to concentrate on pleasing Suga when you’re filled with so much anticipation and lust so you let him hold your head and fuck your face the way he sees fit while you just about manage to suckle or swipe your tongue around the crown now and then.

“Kōshi,” Daichi asks, “switch?”

“M-hng,” the man in question groans before pulling out with a plop.

It’s empty, empty and hollow the moment Asahi pulls out. “I got a different idea, guys.”

He has Daichi lie down with you straddling him, facing him, and right away your cunt begins to clench at the idea of the former captain’s girth inside. Hips swivel in search of what you need until – there it is!

“Damn, babe,” he gasps, “you feel so good.”

Daichi’s cock is thicker than the others’, stretching you deliciously with a sting to it that you adore and makes your eyes water with bliss.

“Kōshi...work her.”

It’s so strange to hear Asahi call the shots but it’s the best, you decide. His voice is deep and commanding but gentle too as he kneels just above Daichi’s head and beckons you forward to his still dripping cock.

“Work m-?” you begin but never get further as Suga prods your unoccupied hole with a finger that he’s slicked in your own juices.

It’s a strange sensation that has you tensing up at first until Daichi coos in your ear and helps you relax. He’s just lying there, cock buried within you while he waits. It takes a while but the guys are patient as Suga widens you up, all of them praising your effort and telling you how amazing you are. How good. How pretty. How much they love you.

“Fffffuuuu-...” Suga groans and you echo him wordlessly as he finally slides in.

Even Daichi’s face is screwed up in bliss as he gets used to the added pressure.

It take a moment before they find a rhythm and even longer before Asahi rests a hand against your cheek, slipping a thumb into your mouth.

“Want you,” you whisper around the digit, leaning closer and causing both the other guys to gasp at the tightening it causes in you.

You can taste yourself on Asahi, the slight bitterness mixed with the salt of his precum. Oh, his cock is weeping and you are more than happy to lab it up and swallow him down as best you can.

It’s like your body is throbbing. Filled with a scorching heat that pulses in the same cadence as the men’s ministrations. Each stroke between your tender folds stokes the fire within, making you whine and moan around Asahi’s cock and making you clench hard with your abdomen and your nails are digging into Daichi’s pecs and shoulders and you keep trying to find some sort of relief. So close. You’re almost there.

And then suddenly someone lands a finger on your clit and you’re hurtling over the edge, clamping onto two cocks and screaming around the third and your vision goes white and your can’t breathe from ecstasy. You’re vaguely aware that Asahi pulls out with a curse or that Suga’s fingers are digging into your hips with a force you know will bruise you.

It’s only after you’ve collapsed on top of Daichi that you begin to realize what’s going on and how hard all of you are panting for air.

“Asahi?”

“Didn’t want you to choke,” he shrugs.

Blinking to focus, you notice his hand is wrapped tightly around his cockhead, a white string of cum seeping from between his fingers.

“Next time,” you promise.

“Next time,” he repeats.

[chyanxrene]

Valentine’s Day

♡ Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Y/N

♡ Summary: Y/N’s first Valentine’s Day with Draco Malfoy

♡ Warnings: Pure smut, food play, cum play, female/male receiving, some blood play

It was a normal Thursday morning for Y/N, same routine throughout the week. Wake up at 7am, get ready, go to work and come home. But there was one tiny difference about today, it was Valentine's Day.

Which was the first one she would celebrate with her boyfriend Draco. Despite having to go to work, she'd hope that they would celebrate after. So when Y/N opened her eyes in the morning, she was surprised to see that her boyfriend of less than a year had already left.

She knew they both didn't have enough time to celebrate in the morning, however she was disheartened to not wake up with a kiss, or at least goodbye.

Nether the less she rolled over onto Draco's side. His side was cold, which implied he had been gone for a while, she frowned, even if he did leave before she woke, his side would always be the slightest bit warm.

This wasn't the way she wanted to start her first Valentine's Day with the person she loved deeply. She sighed getting up and trudged to the bathroom to start her daily hygiene routine.

Perhaps there were flowers, maybe even chocolates in another room. However she was wrong again, her flat was normal, just like how it was left last night.

She was disappointed to say the least, she knew Draco wasn't the most romantic person in the world, but she expected something at least. After all, she did spend days searching for a ring that he would hopefully like.

Maybe he didn't celebrate Valentine's Day, she thought to herself. Still, she would wait until the evening to see him.

After she arrived to the ministry of magic, she made her way to her desk in the department of mysterious. She huffed, looking at her assignments for today, hopefully this would take her mind off the lack of celebration she had this morning.

"Y/N, look at these roses-" Pansy paused, looking at her friend who had a scowl on her face. "Are you alright?" she asked with a concerned voice.

Y/N glanced up, staring at the crimson roses in Pansy's hands, she turned green watching the bright smile plastered on her friends face.

"I'm fine— just busy," Y/N muttered, flicking through the paperwork on her desk.

"Oh— right— well look what Theo got me— he had them delivered to my desk," Pansy smiled, observing her gift.

Y/N began feeling sick, Pansy and Theo had only been dating for a couple of months and he had the decency to provide her with gifts even when she was at work.

"They're beautiful," Y/N mumbled under her breath, she watched as another set of flowers were delivered to the desk opposite her. Astoria Greengrass's desk to be precise.

"Wow— everyone is getting spoiled today!" Pansy laughed, watching the gifts get dropped off at the desk. She turned her gaze back to Y/N, who was noticeably paler.

"What did Draco get you— he spoils you all the time— I bet you woke up with showered in gifts," Pansy smirked, smelling the roses in front of her.

Y/N was too embarrassed to say she hadn't received anything, so she lied. "Yes, he bought me loads of gifts, I was quite spoiled you might say," she said, eyeing Astoria's presents.

"I knew it! Anyway, I'm going back to work— I'll catch up with you later," Pansy smiled, waving goodbye to her friend, she left Y/N's desk, practically skipping down the corridor.

Astoria arrived back from the bathroom and gasped immediately, a light blush fell on her face. This made Y/N even more upset, knowing Astoria never had a boyfriend for longer than a month, and now she had received these gifts.

She wanted to cry, but held a brave face, continuing on with her work. All the women in her department gushed over their gifts, speaking about their plans with their partners tonight.

All Y/N could do was listen and nod at some moments. It became too much for her, question after question asking what she had received. She hated lying, so she couldn't keep up with the charade anymore.

Draco's department was only a few floors up, usually they would have lunch together. So she would approach him when the time came, she didn't want to come across as jealous, or ungrateful. So she would wait for him to mention it first.

Pansy found her way to Y/N's desk again, a huge grin on her face. She looked over at Astoria's empty seat and laughed, "I wonder which man she caught in her web this month."

Y/N nodded, "must be someone who really likes her."

Y/N excused herself to meet with Draco, she was anxious to say the least. She had to be calculated on what she would say to him. After she reached his floor, she greeted a few of his coworkers.

She made her way to his office, about to open the door but it opened suddenly before she had the chance. Out walked Astoria who was giggling, Draco leaned against the door frame, laughing with her.

Y/N's heart sank, was this Astoria's secret man? Her own boyfriend Draco, she had never seen them speak before.

The two of them looked over at Y/N, slightly surprised by her presence.

"Y/N," Draco trailed, looking at Astoria who was holding in a laugh.

"I— never mind," Y/N whispered, walking back towards the lifts to take her down to her department.

Her heart was broken, Draco didn't even try and explain. Astoria didn't return to her desk after that, she didn't even want to go home tonight as she knew she would have to face Draco.

The day came to an end, she was dreading returning to her flat. Draco finished an hour later than Y/N, usually she would wait in his office for the extra hour so they could go back home together.

But today, she didn't care, she just wanted to cry in her bed and stuff her face with ice cream.

After she arrived back home, she sighed, the flat was empty. She flicked on the lights, to illuminate her dark lounge. She kicked off her shoes and strolled towards her bedroom, expecting it to be dark however there was a light coming from her room.

"Draco?" Y/N yelled out, she had her wand ready incase it were an intruder.

"In here darling," he responded, even though she was mad at him, and suspected foul play between himself and Astoria, her heart couldn't help but warm at his response.

She pushed open the door, gasping at the sight. There were rose petals covering the entire floor, a silver tray with strawberries, melted chocolate and more flowers.

Draco stood at the edge of the bed, a bouquet of red and black roses in his hands.

"Happy Valentine's Day my love," he smiled, stepping towards her.

"I— I thought you forgot— or didn't care," Y/N whispered, tears welled up in her eyes. She knew he wouldn't let her down in the end.

"How could I forget?"

He pulled a small black box from behind his back, holding it out towards her. Y/N frowned and opened the box, she gasped seeing the silver snake ring. She examined it, seeing the initials DM engraved at the side.

"It's lovely Draco," she smiled.

"Anything for you," he took the ring off her, and slid it on her index finger.

"The same as yours?" Y/N asked, looking at his fingers, he nodded, "of course."

Y/N closed the gap between them, his smell flooding her senses. He cupped her cheeks, pulling her face towards his, but he waited a moment before kissing her.

"I love you," he breathed against her lips, "but."

Y/N frowned, "but what."

"You've been a spoiled brat all day, did you think that went unnoticed?" He smirked, searching her eyes with his.

Her breath caught in her throat, then she began to realise that he had done this on purpose, he riled her up all day, just to get her in this position.

"I— I haven't Draco."

"Are you sure? Your little friends told me how miserable you were today— moping around like a child because you didn't get any gifts," he said, his grip tightened around her cheeks, forcing her mouth to open.

She shook her head in disagreement, how did he expect her to react, then again, she knew she should've put her trust in him.

"Isn't that right darling?" He said, licking his bottom lip to wet it.

Y/N nodded, she couldn't lie to him, he had eyes everywhere. And her friends were his secret spies— clearly.

He closed the gap between their faces, pushing his lips onto hers, his fingers still grasping ahold of her cheeks, forcing her to meet his aggressive kiss.

She moaned, feeling his tongue enter her mouth, swirling it around to taste her. He spun her around, backing her towards the bed until the backs of her knees hit the edge of it.

"Strip," he growled, releasing her face and taking a step back to observe his girlfriend.

She followed his command, removing her jacket first, followed by her shirt, and then her skirt. She was left in her bra and thong with her tights, she was about to remove her tights when he stopped her.

"Keep them on," he groaned, eyeing her legs through the sheer black material.

His fingers trailed up Y/N's thigh, right up to the waist band of the tights, he pulled it back and snapped it. She hissed at his action, the sharp pain shooting through her side.

Draco shoved her lightly, resulting in Y/N tumbling onto the bed, she shuffled backwards, her legs widening to allow space for him to rest in.

He crawled onto the bed, stalking her like she were is prey. His eyes were fierce, she new she was in trouble, just from the way he looked currently.

Y/N propped herself up onto her elbows, watching him approach her, both of her legs were either side of him.

"Draco," she whimpered, anticipating his touch.

He ignored her, grabbing the back of her hair, forcing her mouth onto his. His other hand gripped hold onto her neck, choking her effortlessly.

Her airways were restricted, Draco's lips sucked onto her tongue, a groan fell out of his mouth. Y/N hadn't seen his wand out until her wrists were suddenly bound above her head.

She peered up, breaking the kiss, Draco laughed still holding onto her throat.

"Relax."

Y/N nodded quickly, Draco kissed her again, this time sucking on her bottom lip, his teeth nipped the sensitive skin on her bottom lip. Drawing blood, Y/N tasted the metallic tang on her tongue, but didn't care.

Draco leaned up, staring down at Y/N, his two fingers reached out. Pinching the small wound on her lip, forcing the blood to come out. His thumb smeared the drop of blood across her bottom lip.

"Shit," he rasped, looking at her innocent eyes peering up at him.

He dove down licking and sucking her lips, he didn't want to take it too far tonight as it was a day for romance, but he couldn't help it.

When they first got together, she was a virgin, Draco almost came in his trousers when she told him. He wanted nothing more than to ruin her, and that's exactly what he done.

But she would always be innocent in his eyes, despite everything they done together in the bedroom— which made him love her more.

Y/N couldn't help but feel aroused by his actions, wetness from her pussy dampened her underwear. Making it uncomfortable, as well as her legs being widened by Draco's large body between them.

"You're beautiful," he smiled, leaning over and picking up a bright red strawberry.

Draco took a bite out of it, humming at the sweet taste, Y/N's breathing was heavy, she wanted to be the strawberry. A whine slipped her lips, causing Draco to smirk, "you want some darling?"

Y/N bit her lip and nodded, he put half of the strawberry down, and leaned over Y/N. Kissing her slowly— sensually, his mouth opened, but his tongue didn't enter hers, instead he pushed the slightly chewed strawberry into her mouth.

He pulled back, after giving her the fruit, Y/N swallowed the contents slowly. The sweet fruits mixed with his own mint saliva sent shivers down her spine.

"Please Draco," Y/N strained, wanting him to touch her already.

"Be patient— you haven't had an ounce of it all day, the least you could do is have some now," he growled, he leaned over to the tray beside them.

Two of his fingers scooped up the melted chocolate, he trailed it down her chest, the heat from the chocolate forced goosebumps along her skin.

He gripped her chin, forcing her head to the side, his mouth left wet, sloppy kisses along her neck. Focusing on her pulse point, the place that made her squirm.

A purple bruise formed where Draco had sucked, he leaned up smiling down at his work. The tip of his tongue dragged along her skin, collecting the chocolate on the way.

He reached her breasts, that were covered partially by the flimsy lace of her bra. He pulled it down, exposing the sensitive skin, Y/N gasped, the cold air making her nipples perk up.

Draco dipped his thumb in the chocolate, smearing it all over her nipple. He leaned his head down and sucked it, his mouth was warm in contrast to the cold air.

"More," Y/N whimpered, her arousal now leaking onto her thighs.

He bit her nipple at her words, his way of telling her to shut up. So she did, she knew better than to push him in this moment.

He kissed down towards her navel, closer and closer to where she wanted him most. Draco let out a breathy laugh, seeing her dampened red underwear.

Y/N thrusted her hips towards his face, but it was no luck. Draco forced her hips down by his hand, tutting at her actions.

"Don't test me Y/N— or I'll tie up your whole body so you can't move at all," Draco frowned, his hand reached between them and cupped her pussy.

He trailed his thumb down the centre of her pussy, through the tights and lace underwear before pushing hard on her clit.

"Your cunt is soaking my whole hand," he laughed, Y/N heard a tear, she looked down and saw that Draco had ripped a whole in the crotch of her tights.

With one swift motion he tore her underwear in the middle too, the snap of the material stinging Y/N's skin.

"I can't wait to taste you— I've been waiting all day for this," he said licking his lips, "please Draco," Y/N mumbled.

"My needy girl."

He kissed along her thigh, licking along the inner section, close to her pussy. Before he continued, he waited, waited for her to open her eyes and watch him.

"Open those eyes darling."

Y/N opened them quickly and watched him, his breath fanned over her pussy. He sucked on her clit, the tip of his tongue circling it before sucking it again.

One finger trailed up her pussy, collecting her arousal, he teased her hole, before pushing his middle finger knuckle deep inside of her.

Her pussy clenched around him instantly, a soft cry fell from her lips. He pumped it slowly— too slow for Y/N, she forgot what he had asked and pushed her pussy up to his face again.

He slapped the outside of her thigh, his head rose and shook, "I warned you," he muttered.

"No, I'm sorry Drac-"

But it was too late, her ankles were tied to either side of her bed, she was spread out for him. Just what he wanted all along.

"That's better," he smirked.

He pushed two fingers into her, curling them quickly, brushing against her g spot directly. His fingers were fast, thrusting in and out of her at a rapid speed.

Y/N felt her orgasm bubbling in her stomach, threatening to release if Draco continued, which he did. He stretched her with a third finger, curving them again.

The room was filled with wet sounds and heavy breathing, Y/N's arousal leaked over Draco's hands, her thighs were soaked, she was so close.

Draco latched his mouth onto her clit again, "you want to cum darling?"

"Y-yes," Y/N whined.

He pulled his fingers out quickly, looking at how they glistened with Y/N's arousal, "you'll cum when I say you can."

He grabbed another strawberry, trailing it down her stomach and then to her pussy. He ran the fruit up her slit, collecting the wetness from her cunt.

After he was satisfied with how covered the strawberry was, he dipped it into his mouth, sucking on it and then biting it.

He chewed it slowly, "delicious."

Y/N was struggling to breathe, the tight ropes that bound her limbs made it painful to move. But she couldn't help but squirm from his actions, she wanted— no needed him inside her.

He palmed his cock through his work trousers, and climbed over Y/N. He kneeled a over her face, biting his bottom lip at her wide eyes.

He pushed down his trousers, and then his boxers. His cock slapped against his stomach, the vein that ran along the side prominent. Thick beads of pre cum leaking from his tip.

Y/N licked her lips, bracing herself for what was to come.

"Open your mouth pretty girl," he ordered, stroking his cock.

Y/N opened her mouth quickly, he guided his tip towards her mouth, pushing the tip inside first. He groaned, feeling her warm mouth smother his sensitive tip.

He then pushed in further, halting as soon as his tip reached the back of her throat. Tears fell from her eyes, saliva already collecting at the corners of her mouth.

"Take all of me," he growled, he pulled out and pushed back in again slowly. Y/N moaned around his cock, feeling him stretch her ridged throat. The tip of her nose close to his abdomen.

He held her head keeping her in place, "good girl," he strained, he thrusted in and out slowly, each thrust made her choke around his cock.

Splatters of spit flew from her mouth, her mascara leaving black stains along her cheeks. He quickened his pace, still holding onto her head. His mouth was opened, eyes squeezed shut as Y/N hollowed her cheeks.

"Fuck, your mouth is too fucking good."

Y/N was turning red from the small amount of air she was receiving. But Draco knew this, so he pulled out before he came, he hovered over her for a moment, catching his breath.

He untied her wrists, keeping her ankles tied up. He left a quick peck on her mouth before lining his tip with her entrance.

He flicked his eyes onto hers, waiting to see if she was ready or if she needed a few more moments. But she nodded, eager to feel him inside of her.

Draco's thrusts were hard and powerful, his hands covered her waist, lifting her lower body off the bed. Y/N was moaning continuously, she couldn't form a proper sentence.

"God— you feel so good," Draco groaned, his finger tips digging into her waist with immense pressure.

Y/N could only hum in response, his thrusts were hard, his cock filling her to the brim, touching her every now and then cervix.

Draco pulled her hips to meet his thrusts, Y/N was overwhelmed, her eyes wet again from the brutal force.

He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her up to his chest, she held onto his neck as he continued to fuck her in the new position. Her ankles were sore from the tight rope around them, but she didn't care.

Draco breathed heavily against her neck, slowing his thrusts down, he leaned his head back and pressed a wet, sloppy kiss on her mouth.

"Oh fuck— Draco," Y/N cried, the new position made the tip of his cock stroke her g spot every time.

He gripped her chin, squeezing her mouth open, he gathered the spit in his mouth, spitting directly into her own.

"Take it— take it like the the good girl you are," he growled.

Y/N swallowed his spit, her head rested in the crook of his neck. Her nails dragging against his covered back, but Draco could still feel her sharp nails digging into his skin.

He laid her back down, his thrusts now deeper and slower. He brushed the wet hair from her face, kissing her forehead.

"Draco— I'm— oh God-"

"Go on then darling— cum around my cock— my pretty girl," he smiled.

Y/N's orgasm flooded through her, coating his entire cock in her cum. Draco felt her pussy tighten around him, which pushed him closer to his own high.

After a few more thrusts he pulled out— only just. Spurts of his cum covered her pussy, some of it reaching her lower stomach. He moaned her name as he stroked out the rest of his orgasm with his fist.

He sent her a lazy smile, kissing her gently. Another strawberry was now between his fingers, he sat on his calves and watched Y/N's cum mix with his own.

Two of his fingers dragged up her pussy, pushing their cum back inside of her. Y/N was sensitive, a whimper coming from her throat.

He raised the fingers to his mouth and sucked on them, humming around them.

The strawberry was now running along the areas in which he just came on. The bright red colour now dripping with his thick, white cum.

Draco looked at the strawberry, smirking at its new appearance, he quickly rushed it towards Y/N's lips, before any of it could drop off.

She parted her mouth, allowing Draco to place the strawberry into it up to the green of the fruit. Y/N clasped her teeth around it, biting the sweet fruit, she hummed at the new taste.

The sweet and salty taste delighted her taste buds, she couldn't help but moan.

"Oh— you liked that darling?" Draco grinned, removing the top of the strawberry and placing it beside him.

Y/N nodded, "yes Draco."

"Well," he said whilst looking at Y/N's nearly clean stomach and pussy, "there's plenty more where that came from."

Y/N laughed, slapping his arm weakly.

"Happy Valentine's Day Draco," Y/N smiled, pressing a kiss on his cheek.

"Happy Valentine's Day my love."

[mycrofts-gunbrella]

Caring is the Greatest Advantage- Mycroft Holmes x Reader (Part Six)

AN- Two chapters in one night... hope you like them! Soft Holmes Brothers scene at the end because, especially after the Eurus situation, the boys truly do love and care for each other! Not proof read either of these yet so apologies if there are mistakes!

Word Count- 4405

The younger brother's eyes had flicked over you both only momentarily, the tiniest flick up of his lips at the side of his mouth that disappeared so quickly it could have been misinterpreted for a twitch.

"Ever the delight, Sherlock." Mycroft spoke, standing straighter, his chin poking up a little higher. Sherlock glanced over his posture and rolled his eyes.

"Oh for God's sake don't start that Mycroft. Had I blamed you for everything I can assure you I wouldn't have bothered opening the door, don't make it so obvious that you care about my opinion of you- it's embarrassing for both of us." And with that he spun around and headed up the stairs to 221B, leaving the door to the flat wide open and disappearing into the bathroom.

"Well that was.."

"Easy? I told you that you shouldn't worry." You nudged Mycroft into the building before ascending the stairs.

"Sherlock Holmes, possibly the only man in the world to forgive somebody for nearly killing him in a heartbeat, but held a 6 month grudge when I took the last custard cream from the biscuit jar when I was 12.." Mycroft muttered, making his way into the flat and sitting beside you on the two seater sofa. John walked into the room from the kitchen shortly after, a tray of tea and biscuits in hand as he said his hellos.

"Figured I'd stick the kettle on when you said you were on your way.. Greg shouldn't be long now." He gave a smile, taking his place in his own armchair. "How have.." He glanced at Mycroft. "How have you been? He won't admit it, but Sherlock's been worried about you." Mycroft took a breath, sending a polite smile in the direction of the army doctor.

"Doctor Watson, I can assure you that I am fine and have been perfectly well looked after." His eyes flickered to you for a moment and then back to the doctor. "I presume the pair of you have held up well as I haven't heard any reports of gunfire towards the wall for a fair bit of time." John grinned, casting his eyes over to the smiley face on the wall that had thankfully been left alone.

"Good. Yeah, uh, things here have been.. good.. too." A blank stare matched with a more thoughtful raise of lips. ".. Very good, actually.."

"Catch." Sherlock came stalking into the room, a damp flannel thrown in Mycroft's general direction which he caught expertly, not allowing a single moist patch to appear on his clothing.

"And this is.."

"A flannel? Christ Mycroft has trauma affected your brain cells that much?" Sherlock quipped, flopping down into his armchair and lazily holding his hand out for his tea that was a mere few inches away from his fingers. John placed the mug in his hand without thought or argument, his fingers brushing over Sherlock's slightly before moving away. A biscuit soon followed, John holding out the digestive while Sherlock partly opened his lips, and shoving the food between them. It was your turn to raise your brow now, but you didn't say anything, instead just nudging Mycroft with your knee to make sure he had seen it too. Of course he had. "It's for your face, Y/N's lip balm is all round your mouth and it's making me feel a bit sick." John's eyes widened as he looked between the pair of you. You shrugged your shoulders and smiled, Mycroft simply sweeping away the slightly pink balm from underneath his lip and folding the wet cloth back up to place on the side. At least he hadn't picked up that you did it on purpose. Before anybody else could speak, the sound of someone bounding up the stairs filled the flat.

"Sorry I'm late, Ms Hudson let me in an- what did I miss?" Greg stood breathless at the door, satchel slung over his shoulder and a carrier bag in his other hand, staring at the apparent awkward glances shared between half the room. You stood from the sofa and headed over towards him, swiftly wrapping your arms around him and placing a small kiss on his cheek to say hello. He made his way into the room and perched on the arm of the sofa closest to Mycroft, casting another look at everybody when his question still hadn't been answered.

"Nothing of importance. Mycroft and Y/N have obviously decided to stop moping around each other like lovesick teenagers and finally admitted they've been infatuated with each other for years.. Now you're all caught up, can we get these papers sorted out so I can be more productive with my time?" Sherlock huffed.

"Nothing of importance? Don't be an arse Sherlock, that's excellent news." Greg clapped Mycroft on his shoulder and shot you a toothy grin. "Declaration in the park was it? Might be a good enough reason for me to not punch you for closing off St James'.." John's eyes widened more, if it were possible.

"You just.. closed off St James'? Can you even do-" The look Mycroft shot John made him cut his sentence short. "Right, yeah. British Government." He nodded, standing to go fetch Greg a coffee (yourself and Mycroft still held a shared judgement against Greg and his hatred for tea) and continuing to ask questions about your newly confirmed relationship. Mycroft sat awkwardly through the encounter- briefly talking about his emotions in front of you was one thing, a whole flat full of people was entirely different- so you gave his knee a quick squeeze and answered for him. "Who bit the bullet then?" John sat down. "Christ I know I mistook the pair of you being together when I met you, so surely these two have been waiting longer for you to get on with it." Greg grinned, nodding in agreement at John's assumption. Sherlock, on the other hand, stay lying on his chair completely unphased by the conversation going on around him.

"To cut a long story short, we were watching telly, I said Stephen Fry was a bit sexy, Mycroft informed me that he used to get told he had a slight resemblance to him, I realised I'd stuck my foot in it and had a ramble.. Went from there. Nothing too exciting, sorry." You left out the parts where the night before you had handled a broken Mycroft to the shower, how he had gripped onto you, how you held him as you slept. You also left out the way he had allowed himself to cry, how you held him while he wept- and, for that, Mycroft was incredibly thankful. Sherlock probably knew though, somehow, in his Sherlock way of knowing things- but he was either too kind to announce it to the room, or didn't care enough to waste his breath.. probably the latter.

"That's disappointing. You've mentioned about fancying Stephen Fry for years, this could have happened ages ago." John teased.

"Nothing compared to Hugh Laurie though. I'm pretty certain that I'm straight but I'd let him-"

"The papers!!" Sherlock's shout cut Greg's ramble off, making the silver haired man jump and grab his satchel, handing out the reports in a way that reminded you of a teacher with test papers.

"Right, yeah. Sorry. Basically the proper forms aren't ready for another week or so so these are just a few basic questions- nothing too in depth yet since I wanted to give you guys time to... yeah just basic for now." Mycroft chose to read through all the questions before answering them, whereas Sherlock  hastily scribbled his response to each question as he went along- the smaller details in the Holmes brothers' differences are always interesting to stumble upon. As he held the page in his hands, you carefully leant over to have a glance at the questions, your hand resting lightly on his shoulder and your cheek resting just against your fingers- blissfully unaware at the 2 sets of eyes openly staring at your movements, and the one set that watched from the side. Greg was right, in a way, the questions definitely weren't as overbearing as they could be- but that doesn't mean it was an easy task. The questions targeted Mycroft a lot more than it did John and Sherlock, asking things about scenarios and situations that had occured before they were taken, how long it had been since they had any contact with Eurus prior to that evening/ what they discussed, and a few basic questions about any incentives Eurus may have had, and anything that aided her into her plan. Of course the papers weren't labelled with the sister's name, they were generically printed and typically handed out to anybody involved in any kind of criminal behaviours, but that didn't make it seem any less like these were questions that targeted Mycroft in particular. Mycroft took a deep breath and laid the papers back onto the coffee table in front of him, pulling a pen out of his pocket and beginning to write. In this moment you had noticed the small bounce of his left leg, a movement only ever shown by him in times where he had a particularly stressful day at work, or a troubling encounter with his brother- it was a movement that let you know his brain was running a mile a minute and he felt a little more overwhelmed that usual. Without making a point of it, you move your right hand to rest on his mid thigh, allowing your thumb to rub small shapes into his leg to show your support.

Turning your gaze to the rest of the room, you noticed Greg's eyes on you, a grin on his face that practically stretched to his ears. You rolled your eyes at him, using your other hand to flip him off and smiled.

It had taken just under two hours in total for the boys to finish completely (well, an hour and twenty minutes for the Holmes siblings, an extra forty minutes for John whose brain simply didn't work as fast as theirs to convey the information on the paper). The time had passed fairly quickly, with yourself and Greg not wanting to disturb the silence and instead just drinking your hot drinks and stealing a couple of biscuits from the tray. You gave Mycroft's leg one last squeeze before sitting back against the sofa, stretching a little after finally getting out of that position.

"Thanks again for getting this done today." Greg spoke, taking the papers in and putting them in a plastic folder. "I'd better be off anyway, get these filed in." He stood, heading for the front door and tripping over the carrier bag he had brought in with him earlier. "Shit, yeah I almost forgot." He picked up the bag and handed it to you. "Got your coat, and I may have accidentally read your mind if you had been talking about Stephen and Hugh.." You dug through the bag and grinned as you pulled out the box at the bottom.

"You, Gregory Lestrade, are a bloody legend. God I could kiss you!" Your boxset of 'A Bit of Fry and Laurie' rested in your hands and you showed it to Mycroft, beaming at him. His lips raised at your reaction, showing a small glint in his eye, as you explained how now the pair of you would have to binge watch it since Mycroft had never got round to watching them before. Greg barked out a laugh.

"I wouldn't. I don't fancy being hunted by Mycroft's secret services." Mycroft let out a small laugh himself. And with that, Greg was gone and left the flat to the four of you once more.

***

You hadn't stayed at the flat long before you all made your way to Angelo's restaurant, even managing to convince Mycroft to just take a cab rather than bothering his chauffeur for a 5 minute journey.

"Ahhh Mr Holmes, Doctor Watson!" Angelo greeted, pulling the aforementioned men into an awkward half embrace, half headlock. "Back again so soon? I shall get your usual table set up, grab some candles. Anything for you!" The pair of men awkwardly shifted out of the hold and Sherlock offered a smile.

"Not today Angelo, we need a table for four if that suits your capacities here?" Sherlock peered round at the tables inside.

"Of course, a double date, very lovely to see! Come, come!" He led the four of you inside, you grinning at Mycroft at Angelo's casual mentionings of Sherlock and John's usual 'romantic' set up. You were all ushered inside of a small booth and handed menus, the benches were small but tolerable, your thigh just brushing against Mycroft's, him offering a shy smile at the close contact. "You stay here, I'll get to work on those candles. Just for you, Mr Holmes." Angelo spoke again, clapping Sherlock on his shoulder and disappearing into the back of the restaurant.

"He's.. uh.. a bit enthusiastic sometimes." John spoke, his cheeks burning a little at the memories of previous encounters here.

"Quite. Seems a pleasurable fellow." Came Mycroft's response, glancing over the menu. It had taken no time at all for the restaurant owner to appear back with a handful of small tealight candles in glass jars, and a single flower resting in a vase to lay on the table, taking everybody's orders and leaving once again. Then as the food turned up, Sherlock began to prod at the chips on his plate with his knife.

"What are you doing? Eat your bloody food, Sherlock." John quipped, elbowing the man to his side.

"Don't want it.. whoever decided that dessert was only customary after a meal? I'd much rather wait." John gave Sherlock a look and he spoke again. "Don't give me that look, this was your idea. Who even suggests 'late lunch' as a valid meal time? It's impractical. I didn't eat breakfast because we didn't get out of bed until well past the respected breakfast hour.." 'We'.. you didn't press. "So I had a sandwich at lunch which has ruined my appetite for this. Then I'll be hungry again later, but later than dinner time because of how late this lunch is." Sherlock childishly squashed his chip with his thumb. "It's just ridiculous.. they keep adding new names for new meals at new hours, I feel like we're becoming Bobbits."

"Hobbits, brother mine." Mycroft corrected, the faintest smile playing at the side of his mouth as Sherlock's words sounded alarmingly like the ones he had told you only this morning- it was nice when they just got along.

"That's what I said."

"No, you said Bobbits."

"Boys!" John warned, and you broke out into a small fit of giggles.

"We really can't take you anywhere, can we?" You chimed in. Sherlock just huffed, stabbing a chip and eating it as John gave him a stern look. It was quite sweet, actually, watching them be all domestic. By the time you'd finished your meals, yours and John's plates were clear, Sherlock's leaving only a few chips and a mouthful of burger as he found, after starting to eat the food, that he really enjoyed it and wanted more. Mycroft, on the other hand, had managed to leave little over half of his spaghetti bolognese, making comments about the pasta being far too rubbery, or the sauce being too thin, crossing the cutlery over in the centre and making a dismissive comment about making something to eat when he got home- you all knew he wouldn't.

Sherlock had practically jumped for joy when Angelo came out with a tray of chocolate fudge cake, offering slices around the table which you all, bar Mycroft, accepted happily.

"I shan't spoil my appetite for when I get home." Was his small excuse, raising a hand to prevent Angelo from spouting his claims that he had the best cake in London and that he must have a piece, and instead asking for a coffee. Without words being spoken, John cast his eyes over to you and you offered a small sad smile. Nobody had told John of Mycroft's past, but he was a doctor and always knew when signs were displayed. You had taken an extra fork from Angelo just in case and took a small bite with your own fork, unable to let out the (embarrassingly erotic) moan that had escaped you.

"Christ he wasn't lying, this is incredible." You praised, taking another small piece on the second fork. "Mycroft please give it a try." You offered your hand out towards him, the sliver of cake resting on the tip of the fork's prongs. He looked over at it, his mind telling him to give it a go, at the very least because it had been offered by you, but the image of himself in the mirror this morning came back to mind. He declined the offer and you sighed. Mycroft truly did love cake, and any sweet things, so it was heartbreaking for you to see him turning it away because of the thoughts that ran through his brain. Sherlock had already cleared his plate by this point and stood up abruptly, hoisting his coat back over his shoulders.

"I'm going to go out for a cigarette, care to join me Mycroft?" He had asked, walking past the table. Mycroft creased his eyebrows into a frown.

"Sherlock, the pact? I haven't smoked for three years."

"Neither have I, let's go." Sherlock spoke back quickly, hoisting his brother from the booth and taking the pair of them outside. You raised a brow at John who simply shrugged his shoulders.

"I stopped questioning the pair of them and their motives a long time ago." He reasoned, the pair of you turning your heads to see the two Holmes boys outside resting against the restaurant's window.

"I try my best to.. they just still fascinate me." You spoke back, your eyes lingering on Mycroft a little longer before turning back to the table.

"So.. you and Mycroft. Going well?" John asked, his mouth raising in that side smile he often displayed when he was teasing somebody. "I can count on one hand the amount of times I've seen Mycroft Holmes smile in a non-threatening way, and over half of those were from since you walked into the flat earlier. I think I can only just about count on two hands times where he's pulled an expression that isn't stoic and emotionless."

"Yeah.. I didn't expect it to happen, if I'm completely honest with you. We've spent so many years just avoiding the subject, but after.. Eurus.. I don't know. It flicked something in Myc that made him regret not doing something about it sooner." John nodded, understanding where you were coming from. "You also don't give him enough credit. Everybody just assumes he's this 'iceman' persona, but it's all a front.. I've watched him laugh so hard that tears fall from his eyes, he's one of those people who throws their heads back and lets out an absolute belter of an infectious laugh. I've seen him get angry at the telly if I came over and some stupid reality show came on the telly.. He shouted at Kim Kardashian once on there for some reason or another. I've stayed up all night with him after he had gruelling days at work, him offering to do the same for me if I had a bad case and couldn't sleep. And then, very recently, I watched him cry." You continued on. "Mycroft Holmes is one of the most emotional, caring people I've ever known, he is just incredibly particular at who gets to see it. You're a doctor, John. You know how experiences in life can shape one's emotional stability, how it alters their mental health. Had you grown up without very many people being kind to you, you'd be scared to let somebody else in too." You finished.

"Sorry.. I didn't mean it to come out in a bad way.. I just meant.. It's nice. Seeing Mycroft acting like that, it's.. nice." He apologised. You waved it off. You knew John didn't mean any harm.

"Mycroft and I are old news anyway.. What about you and Sherlock? When did that surface?" You asked, beaming at the deep red John's face had become as he choked on a sip of his drink. "Oh come on, don't act like that. We've all been waiting for this one to happen since you moved in."

"I.. I don't know what you-" Glaring at him, he stopped himself. "Yeah fine, okay. When we got back to the flat that night we went into the front room and Sherlock lost it. I'd never seen him anything like it before, he just.. he just sobbed into a heap on the floor." He explained, the nervous tapping of his fingers against his glass trying to distract him from his eyes watering. "I didn't know what else to do, so I scooped him up and put him in his bed. He begged me to stay with him and I did. Then he apologised to me, for dragging me in all of that mess, for almost getting me killed and he just wouldn't stop apologising.. So I stole the stereotypical movie move and kissed him. Just kind of went from there. I think that night made us realise that beating around the bush all these years wasn't helping either of us, and the thought that we could have lost the other only a few hours beforehand woke us up." He coughed, his voice breaking slightly.

"God look at us.. All the people in the world and we've landed with the Holmes'" You grabbed John's hand from across the table and laughed. "Makes you feel quite special though, doesn't it? That, equally, there were all the people in the world and they chose us?" John grinned, giving your hand a squeeze.

"Could never tell them that though, their egos would go through the bloody roof."

***

"They're talking about us." Sherlock mused, breathing in the London air.

"It seems people do little else." Mycroft returned, casting his glance to you smiling with John at the table.

"She really does like you. I've spent years deducing everything about her to make sure she wasn't a secret Russian spy sent with the motive to kill you." The younger spoke playfully. "You could have eaten the cake."

"Hmm?"

"The cake. I know you wanted it, but you're going back to how you used to be. Now that you're together, you're nervous." Sherlock's voice was nonchalant, simple observations, which didn't ease his older brother at all. "It's pointless. She's entirely infatuated. I thought the childish doe eyes disappeared after being attracted to somebody for a few weeks, but she still looks at you like I look at a triple homicide."

"Resulting to similes now?"

"You need to stop that too. Dismissing it whenever somebody is trying to be... kind... to you. That's just annoying and not a good defence mechanism for insecurities, like a mask made of clingfilm, it's too obvious." Mycroft didn't speak in turn and Sherlock huffed. "She worries for you, she seeks for you to be comfortable in trialling situations, her eyes do that little light up thing every time you open your bloody mouth. Since standing here she's looked over 3 times and smiled to herself seeing you stand here with me without us arguing. I caught her 4 times on the way to the cab from the flat looking at your arse and your legs in that damned suit. You don't have to worry about anything with her- the way she looks at you is so lovesick it makes me queasy."

"And you know this how, Sherlock? Or is this another one of your cruel schemes to embarrass me?"

"Because, Mycroft, it's the same way you've looked at her for as long as I can remember you knowing her. Jesus, Mycroft, I haven't seen you smile this much since we were children.. before we did everything that led us to believe we were any better than anybody else, that we deserved more than sentiment. And it's the same way I.. the same way I look at him." Sherlock's eyes now locked onto John.

"Always did say there would be a happy announcement between the pair of you. Good to see I'm correct once again." Mycroft mused. He remained stoic, but his brother's words were whirring in his brain, leaving him in a state of shock at the curly haired man even displaying this form of kindness towards him.

"You told me once that caring isn't an advantage. But these last few days, no matter how short it has been, have already led me to believe that caring is perhaps the greatest advantage of them all. And I strongly believe you feel the same way, no matter what bull you make up to argue against it." The pair of them watched through the window once more, the image of you and John laughing at whatever joke had been shared between you. "We both have wasted many years fighting against this, and I don't want you to screw yours up. Y/N will remain by your side and feel the same way towards you, whether you wear a bin bag, lose your job, put on weight- she's in it for the long haul. She's spent so many years pining after you that she deserves the best from you and to be happy. And you, brother mine, have been through enough with not good people; you deserve the happiness too." Sherlock trailed the last sentence. It's incredibly rare for them to show it, but Sherlock and Mycroft would always have a particularly close bond, they've been through too much together not to- and so times like this were precious to them. Mycroft simply let out a small cough, reaching his arm over to rest on his younger brother's shoulder to give it a quick squeeze, before patting it twice and letting his arm rest back by his side.

"Sentiment appears to be dwelling well on you." Mycroft spoke, heading back to the door of the restaurant to head inside, holding it open for his brother.

"As it is on you, brother. As it is on you."

[wornoutmouse]

May I request Ogun with a Black shy female reader doing a training session that leads to a little bit more 🙈

Anon please

You’re a second-generation pyrokinetic (Like Joker and Maki). Idk why but I made up in my head that you have flint-bottomed tap-dancing shoes that briefly light when you scrape your feet against the floor…..so that’s where you get your fire from 🤣🤣🤣

This one is a bit longer than normal cause i gotta build the tension

I am terrible at action scenes bruh

Chug- lift heels, slide forward, and then drop the heels at the end of the slide forwards

“Hey, Y/n!” You look up from the bland mashed potatoes and corn Company 5 had prepared. It was a hot Sunday morning and your partner in crime was as excited as ever. He stood a few feet away at the back entrance in the cafeteria. Cocking a thumb behind him, he dawns a toothy grin. “Want to play a quick game?” The game Ogun hinted at was one you were quite familiar with and one you should have known he would ask you to participate in today. “Fine, but don’t cry when I win.” You scoop another spoonful of corn before tossing your tray away for recycling. You’d need all your strength cause Ogun never lost without asking for back-to-back redos.

.You didn’t quite understand the need to be sweaty all the time, but always gave in to his whims

Ogun preferred to train in the field where the sun shined the most throughout the day at the far left of the Company. Often as you went on throughout your day-to-day training, you’d spot Ogun doing laps and practicing his attacks throughout the day.

“I’m feeling fired up today Y/n, you might want to be worried.” You close your eyes as you stretched an arm over your chest. You had yet to lose but you knew Ogun only saw that as a personal goal to get past. “Let’s get this over with, I’m tired.” The smell of smoke enters your nostrils giving you enough time to dodge Oguns boosted attack. “I told you about letting yourself known Mr. Montgomery.” You open your eyes, Oguns skin was lit ablaze with his pyrokinetic abilities.

From afar you’ve always admired the swirls that decorated his skin whenever you got amped up, and this time was no different. “I see you’re already using “Flaming Ink” what, you already scared?” Ogun widened his stance, glowing white eyes watching you shift your feet. “I’ve been working on a new move that I want to show you so why don’t you try your little fire trick.”

Curious, you scuff your shoe on the floor and draw your fire...only the fire doesn’t come. You do it again and the light goes out just as quick as it came. “What did you do?” You narrowed your eyes at Ogun. “Oh nothing, I’m just faster than you now.” You take a few steps back, “Oh that’s how you want to play it? Okay!” You take off running at the very edge of the field and Ogun is fast behind you. Internally you admit that he had gotten much faster, but a simple fact as that wasn’t going to make you lose.

Doing your best to maintain speed, you chug and draw the flames close to your chest out of Montgomery’s line of sight. It was small, mostly snuffed by the kick of your legs as you ran but it was big enough to get the job done. Similar to Ogun in his natural state, you too could throw projectiles just not as damage-inducing.

Turning around as you run, your eyes widen when Ogun appears just inches in front of you, “Surprise!” Your flame is snuffed and you tumble bringing Montgomery down with you. You prepare to feel your body be crushed by his muscled one but at the last minute your shoulders are grabbed and you flip again. The change in elevation causes you to lose a bit of focus, but you can still clearly feel Ogun cushion your fall.

“Oh wow, this looks like something out of an anime.” Ogun laughs when he finds himself lying flat on his back, you positioned comfortably on top of him. The position was completely ridiculous with your thighs straddling his stomach but you were thankful that you wouldn’t be in any sort of pain later.

“Looks like I’ll need to train harder huh?” You playfully punch Ogun’s shoulder. Even though the whole ordeal only lasted 6 minutes, you could feel your back drenched with sweat. While you couldn’t wait to get in the shower, Ogun seemed content with being in a salty state. “You’re dripping all over me you know?” Your head immediately snapped down to look at Ogun with wide eyes, “Excuse me?”

Ogun had a neutral look on his face not hinting at any humor behind his words. “You’re sweating really bad. Did little ole me get you all worked up?” He had to be teasing you at this point, but you couldn’t find a single crack in his facade. “Yeah well, maybe if you didn’t choose this big ass field with no trees I wouldn’t be 2 seconds from passing out.” You stand up, a bit wobbly, and help him up. “I’m going to go shower, you can stay out here if you want to.”

Ogun happily joins you on the way to the showers. You could hear his excitement from finally beating you. “Don’t get cocky, it was a one-time occurrence Ogun.” An arm is slung over your shoulder. In a smug tone, Ogun mocks you, “Don’t be mad cause you lost. You’ve had enough time to be cocky on your own terms.” You gasp mockingly before turning your head to spit back a remark but lose your breath from how close his face is to yours. At such close proximity, you become aware of small details. How his skin shinned in the sunlight, how Oguns eyes contained such a very specific hue of orange that they mimicked the fire of Sol almost precisely. You even wouldn’t be surprised if they would burn to the touch.

“What’s the matter, got nothing to say?” Out of instinct, you shove his head away with so much force he goes flying before landing on his ass. Before any questions are asked you deflect, “Gross I got your B.O all on my shoulders.” From behind Ogun scoffs, “How dare you, any other fine lady would be blessed to be near my manly musk.” Stifling a laugh you utter one final tease before slipping into the girl’s shower, “Yeah, manly must.”

It was endless labor as your captain followed you around, blowing that damn whistle. Given laundry duty, you had to take multiple shifts back and forth throughout each level of the building to collect everyone’s clothing. When you came across Ogun’s level your job was hindered as you were forced to wait as he sifts through his piles of dirty laundry, “Trush me Y/n, there’s a shirt that I accidentally put in here but it’s actually clean.” “Ogun if it’s in the dirty clothes then it’s dirty.” You try to haul his stuff out but he stops you. “I swear if you don’t move I’ll burn your stuff.”

Ogun chuckles, “You burn my clothes and it’ll catch your clothing as well.” Ogun reaches inside the pile you held pulling out a blank white T-shirt that looked annoyingly similar to the 12 other T-shirts you had watched him toss to the side. “Unless of course, you’re trying to go streaking which by all means I encourage you to.” You ignore his joke and pretend it doesn’t strike a certain feeling in your gut.

For your next task, you had to prepare different levels of activities for a group of 5th graders coming to the company the next day. Of course, Ogun would be assigned to the same task as well so while you worked diligently to bring equipment from the storage room, Ogun spent his time using each of the items incorrectly. “Please stop bouncing the footballs with the tennis racket before you get hurt.” Ogun ignored you as he dribbled with the racket. “Don’t be mad cause you’re not as creative as me.”

Well, as you predicted Ogun ends up getting punted in the face when he tries to toss the football in the hoop. Even though the sound it made on impact was loud and hollow, Ogun barely flinches when it ricochets. “Wow you seem pretty experienced with getting hit in the face with balls, you barely moved.” Ogun glared as he watched you pick up the football. Absentmindedly you spin the football as you speak, “You know if I didn’t know any bet-” Your speech is gargled when your mouth becomes stuffed.

While you weren’t watching Ogun through a basketball at your hand making you push the end of the football in your mouth. “Wow you seem pretty experienced with balls in your mouth, you gotta show me some time.” You cradle your mouth, it throbbed with dull pain and resentment filled your mind. “I’m sure it’ll be easy, there aren’t going to be too many inches stopping me.”

At this point, both your nerves are on high alert, and the energy in the air shifts from playful to angry. “Oh yeah?” Ogun walks slowly and calmly towards you, raising a brow when you stumble back yet still maintain your glare. The hand cradling your jaw is held tightly in his grasp, “Would you like to try?” The dare only eggs you on, “You won’t last a second.” The faint twitch of his temple lets you know you hit a nerve.

*Wheeeeze*

Both you and Ogun’s heads snap to the left. Pan stood at the gym doorway arms waving and whistle blowing, a clear attempt at reprimanding your laziness. The playful aura comes back and you and Ogun are subjected to extra work for your negligence. “This is your fault you know.” he shoots back, “I don’t want to hear it Montgomery.”

Ogun walked down the hallway in search of a new victim to torture, so it was only pure convenience when he stumbled near your living quarters and caught you just before you walked inside. “Y/n! You were absent for dinner.” You take one look at him before dashing into your room. All you wanted was to sleep, training with Ogun, and then having to complete your own set of chores plus extra was tiering. So seeing Ogun wandering out and about during the late hours only met trouble.

You jolt from your train of thought as your door is banged on. “Go away Montgomery, I’m trying to sleep.” Ogun whined, “Well you weren’t trying too hard cause you weren’t in your room yet, now let me in.” You kicked the door back, “No, now go away!”

No sound is heard, not even a shuffle. Sighing you walk towards your bed with a content smile, you’d apologize to him later but now it was your time for rest. Heavy wind billowed through your opened window making you shiver as the curtains tickle your skin. The sharp coolness made your teeth rattle but it was just the right amount of cool you needed in order to head off quickly to dream land. Turning the dial of your lamp, your room is shrouded in darkness and you climb underneath the covers. Nothing could stop the relaxation you were about to receive…….nothing but the feeling of “something ain’t right.”

Opening your eyes and expecting the worse, you are then greeted with the worst as the same fiery eyes you admired hours before, hovered above your face. “You should really close your window.” You scream and throw a punch in Oguns direction but it is in vain as he catches it and pins it down. “I should really get you back for doing that earlier.” Ogun doesn’t make any move to let you go or even speak again. “How the hell did you get there so fast?” You are unable to look away from his eyes, nothing else would have mattered anyway.

More wind blows through your curtains. “I told you I’ve gotten faster.” You can feel his breath caressing your cheek the closer he gets to your face. The hand wrapped around your wrist tightens despite your body being slackened. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah”

No one knows who moved first. All you know is that your pajamas were being ripped off of your body as Ogun aggressively devoured your lips. Tossing everything to the ground, Ogun sits above you, with his shirt was off, you are given the liberty to admire his chiseled body. Ogun makes quick work with fingering you open, watching with a toothy grin as your chest shakes and your breath stutters. “Not talking much now are you?” He doesn’t care if you respond, all he cares about is wearing you down. You pull him closer, nails dragging down his back, as your orgasm overwhelms you. “Ogun!” Your legs are hiked up and over his shoulders as he positions below you.

“Good job, I don’t want to hear anything else but my name.” The stretch was burning and filled you tightly. “How many inches you think that is?” You weakly slap Ogun’s arm as he weakly ruts into you before pulling out completely, “S-Stop making fun of me.” “ Aww, but it’s fun!” Ogun is slow and precise as he mashes his hips forward. There is no hesitation and the pace stays at a fluid toe-curling pressure. “You’re so silent now Y/n. Tell me, how does it feel, huh?” Your back raises from off the bed, “It...good-I oh god!”

The simple fact that you couldn’t speak sent tremors to Oguns cock. He wanted to tease you more, make you break. Your pussy was wet and sopping for him and not even Sol could make him stop fucking you, not when you looked so beautiful underneath him. But a mischievous streak doesn’t go away that easy.

Leaning back on his haunches, you are put back on top of Ogun, the same position you were in when on the feild. He doesn’t move and just looks at you, “What are, what are you doing?” You try to bounce but he holds you down making you pulse around him. “Please let me move.” But he doesn’t, the only movement you get is when you’re held down harder on his cock. “How many inches Y/n?” You shrug, “I don’t freaking know like 5 or something!?” You just wanted to cum not answer a random questionnaire.

Ogun uses his strength to lift you up and slam you back down. “Wrong, try again.” It takes a moment for you to catch the breath that got knocked out at the second stroke. “Do you really want me to stroke your stupid ego, fine 8inches!” You are slammed down again and this time it hits a special spot just short of your G. “Wrong again, don’t be a smart ass Y/n” He rubbed your side. “Come on, play my game for a little bit, don’t you want to cum on my dick?” Oguns hands squeeze your breasts, thumbs rotating the dark circles of your areolas leaving your nipples to tingle in need.

“Si-Six damn it! It has to be like 6.” your answer is mumbled but is loud enough to satisfy Ogun. As if you weighed nothing less than a piece of paper, Ogun uses his thighs to bounce you on his cock. Your chest bounces in his face taking his immature mind to cloud nine. He could feel the tell tell sign of his own orgasms cumming, as your ass slammed down on his shaft. “Stop squeezing down so damn hard!”

Being the person you are, you don’t listen even after you feel Ogun spill inside of you. “Oh fuck!” You rearrange your own legs and start bouncing at your own pace. The tight grip on your waist means nothing as you chase your second cumming. “Hurry up you little shit my balls are burning!” Ogun tossed his head back as his mouth releases cracked moans. His cock continued to twitch as it became softer but still stimulated. Soon, Ogun couldn’t take the stimuli anymore and pushes you down on the bed. The feeling of his fingers thrusting in and out of your pussy was a little less satisfying than his cock but you cream around it just as easily.

You lay down giggling while Ogun goes in and out of sleep. “I was right, you didn’t last a second.” “Shut the hell up, you’re like a vice.” Your sweaty state somehow doesn’t bother you as you rest in the afterglow. Your blinds continue to shimmer as the wind continues to blow. “Five and a half.” The numbers mean nothing to your muddled brain, “What?” Ogun looks at you, “5 and a half inches is the correct answer but I appreciate the 6.”

Suddenly the glow was no longer worth it.

[just-here-for-the-moment]

So, since you murdered me yesterday, its only fair that I try to get a little something back from you. I want you to give me something good - I need a good ol' bath -preferably with either Frankie "Oral King" Morales or Marcus "Pants Python" Pike. Your choice, but know that my life (or afterlife) depends on it. Meaning - the sooner the better, love.

You know what? It's a Friday night, I'm feeling generous (and still a little bad about murdering you) - you get BOTH!!!

Bedtime Stories by JHFTM

Rating: Explicit, 18+ ONLY Warnings: oral sex/F receiving; fingering/F receiving; mentions of anal sex; mentions of food; shameless fantasizing about Marcus "Trouser Snake" Pike's surprisingly filthy mouth

Frankie “She Comes First” Morales…

You come home from work on a Friday night just absolutely shattered. Frankie knows what you need, baby. He’s going to draw you the hottest bath you can stand, fill it with your favorite bath salts, and make you sink into it - no arguments, sweetheart. While you’re soaking up the warmth, he’s going to bring you a big glass of Southern sweet tea (homemade with sugar, none of that fast food shit), and sit on the edge of the tub to give you the world’s best foot massage.

What that? You didn’t know that the King of Cunnilingus also gives excellent foot massages? Well, now you do! And he’s not going to stop until you are putty in his hands. While he’s doing that, he’s going to ask you about your day. That low, calm voice of his, the little circles he’s rubbing into your skin, and the heat of the water almost put you to sleep. But Frankie’s not done yet, far from it...

When the water gets cold, he’s going to drain the tub and refill it extra-hot. Then he’s going to scrub your back, getting aaallll the spots you can’t reach. When you’re a limp, happy noodle, he’s going to rinse you off, wrap you in a big fluffy towel, and then lay you out on the bed. You’re honestly so happy and relaxed that you could fall asleep right there, laid out naked and air-drying gently under the ceiling fan. Just as you’re about to drift off with a smile on your face, you feel Frankie’s big hand on your ankle, shifting you into position so that one leg is bent with your foot flat on the bed. Then he does the same with your other ankle, and you realize exactly what he’s about to do…

“Ohhh… Frankie baby.” You’re so relaxed you can’t even open your eyes. “You don’t have to do that, love. I’m so relaxed already.”

“But I want to, sweet thing. I love doing this for you.” His voice is low and even, and he’s kneeling between your legs, rubbing circles on the inside of your knee with his broad thumb. You’re so blissed out that you almost can’t respond. The moment hangs there, and he’s starting to think you’ve fallen asleep. But it’s just that your brain is slowly processing what he wants to do, and how good he is at it, and how many times he’s made you come so hard before just from eating you. And you start to get aroused, despite your drowsiness. So you try to speak, and when you do, your breath hitches: “Okay.”

And that’s all the assurance he needs. Frankie knows you love this, he just always needs to hear it; he makes sure that you give your consent. And when you do he’s off like a shot, leaning down immediately because he’s already got both you and himself into position. All he needed was a yes.

You feel him take the first lick, separating your folds, and he loves the way you taste. You’re still warm and damp and clean and relaxed, and Frankie likes to start you off relaxed, because he knows it won’t be long. He knows how good he is at this, how to push your buttons and in what order and when to flex his fingers and when to hold them still. He knows when to lick with a broad, flat tongue and when to flick your nub with the hard tip of it, and he works every angle you have until you’re arching your back and moaning his name. Your hands can’t find a resting spot and they’re moving on their own almost; tangling in his hair and then palming flat on your abdomen and then gripping the bedspread and then squeezing your own breasts. Frankie loves it when you start to thrash around, making little squeals like you’re about to sneeze. He knows you’re close.

He feels your pelvic muscles start to tense and he does that thing with his tongue one last time and you are suddenly off in space, arching your back so hard you’re practically bent in half and squeezing his head between your thighs. He works his fingers slowly, massaging that sweet spot of sensitive tissue behind your pubic mound with one broad finger and laying a long, sucking kiss to your clit. A few tears leak out of your eyes from the release, and you can’t remember your own name for a moment. There’s only you, and Frankie, and that mouth of his, now laying soft little kisses to your mound and your inner thighs as he pulls his fingers out gently.

“Was that good?”

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Marcus “Anaconda” Pike…

You knew that Marcus had something special planned for your anniversary. There was no way he would tell you what it was, exactly. But from the little secret smiles and hurried phone calls in the past few weeks, you knew he was pleased with his clandestine planning.

The big weekend came, and you started off on your lovely trip to the beach. A nice relaxing weekend to get away from it all, to disconnect your phones and reconnect with each other. The drive was easy, the sightseeing was fun, and the hotel he had picked was beautiful. When you checked in, Marcus made you wait at the bar. And when you got off the elevator and opened the door to the suite, you saw why.

He didn’t want you to overhear that he had rented the Presidential Suite. An enormous extravagance (you would have been happy with a regular room), but for Marcus it was perfect. He wanted to show you a good time, and let you live it up in luxury for 48 hours. When you saw the bathroom you gasped: not only was it bigger than your whole bedroom back at your D.C. apartment, but it had the largest bathtub you had ever seen.

When you finally closed your jaw and turned to look at Marcus, he had an enormous grin on his face. He knew that you were tired of the tiny shower and shallow tub in your apartment, and he had made sure to ask for the suite with the best soaking tub. You wanted to live in it.

Marcus turned the faucet on and tested the water, then told you that you could spend the entire evening in the tub if you wanted, no need to get dressed up and go out to a fancy dinner. You squealed and kissed him and made him promise to get in with you. Then you had the best idea ever.

“Ice cream in the tub? Whatever my girl wants,” Marcus had grinned. He ordered up room service and then rubbed your shoulders as you sat on the edge with your feet in the warm bubbles. When the food arrived, Marcus set it up within easy reach on a little table tray. He had ordered french fries and your favorite ice cream: chocolate chip cookie dough.

“God, Marcus. I could die happy right now.” You sat shoulder-deep in the warm water and teased his toes with yours, swirling your feet in the water to try to reach him. Marcus wiped his mouth off with a napkin and tossed it on the tray.

“I hope you don’t die. I was kind of looking forward to a nice weekend.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you. “I had plans for later.”

You crooked your finger at him and he shifted to come over to your side of the tub. “What plans did you have in mind, Mr. Pike?”

“Oh, you know…” Marcus moved you away from the wall of the tub gently and then spread his legs open, sitting you down in the V and wrapping his arms around your torso.

He continued. “I thought we could start with a nice bath, maybe take this into the bedroom, see where the weekend goes.” He nuzzled your neck and your nipples popped to attention.

“Mm-hmm. Go on.”

“Well, I thought maybe after this I could rail you into the mattress. Make you come so hard and scream so loud that someone calls security.”

You giggled. “And then what?”

“Well,” Marcus kissed your neck and scraped his teeth gently over your ticklish spot, palming both of your breasts in his huge hands. “Once you’re nice and relaxed from two or three orgasms, I was going to break out the industrial lube and see if you wanted me to go in through the back door. Give you one of those nights you won’t ever forget.”

You gasped theatrically and he nuzzled your ear with his nose. “Because the last time we did that, sweet girl, you ended up being such a filthy little cum slut that I nearly had to tie you down. You were wiggling so hard I thought you were going to pop right off my cock.”

You moaned, somewhere between a hum and a wail. Marcus nipped your earlobe and continued his dirty monologue. “So if you want to get fucked into next week, baby girl, you’re going to have to be good for me this time. Don’t make me work so hard that it turns into a struggle fuck.”

Your eyes closed and you bit your lip as Marcus continued to run his hands up your sides, down your breasts, and finally, finally down to your sweet spot. He used two of his thick fingers to spread your outer lips open and then massaged your clit slowly. Your breathing stuttered as your mind started to ooze away into bliss.

Marcus’s next words were spoken in his normal, sweet, even tone, and it contrasted gorgeously with the depraved words. “Are we good, baby girl? Are you going to be a good little fuckdoll for me? Or do I have to tie you down?”

~The End~

[harold231]

It wasn't real

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Posted: 04/30/2021

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: None? Maybe a lil angst just a lel bet.

A/N: I think it might be good? Idk You let me know. But like frfr, don't just give me feedback in your mind, put it into words. Also I apparently have a thing for Bucky in a dotted apron soooo yeah.

FYI: time zone/era is open for interpretation. Bucky never became an avenger/soldat and steve isn't part of this one.

The wind that blew around you was warm and sweet with the scent of freshly bloomed flowers. Perhaps it was an act of kindness from some God trying to distract you from the cold bitterness settling into your bones. Closing your eyes you conjure the very memory that left you so desolate.

The sun snuck it's way through the curtains to illuminate the room, effectively disturbing the sleep that you always seemed to be craving. Waking up is always hassle but whenever you remember that you get to spend your day with the only person who tolerates you and you him, getting out of bed is the easiest thing. Bucky is crazy and the damn boy is never in one spot for to long and he always has something to say, but you can't imagine how boring your days would be if you guys had never met. well technically if your parents had never met.

When you were a child you parents had to move to new york for business and they decided that Brooklyn was the place to be. You had been Bucky's neighbor and the first day you guys moved in his mom had dragged him over with the most delicious angel food cake that he so proudly claimed to have made mostly on his own. He just loved cooking and baking since forever, he would tell you that he just liked experimenting with foods but you knew the truth was that the boy liked to eat and didn't have the patience to wait for his mother to come home.

Only a few years after your family had moved to Brooklyn you and Bucky had already built an unbreakable bond. You guys had found a beautiful cherry tree one day when playing tag and had deemed it to be your's and Bucky's spot. Whenever you had a bad day or needed time away from the world you guys would go to the tree and just pick cherries, in the winter time you and Bucky would lay under the tree and kick the trunk so that the snow would fall from the leaves. It was the place where at only 15 years old bucky swore he would open his own Bakery and to quote him "I'm serving my ma's food my way doll, It's gonna be the next best thing to hit New York."

You were laying on the ground with your hands crossed behind your head looking up at Bucky swinging upside down from a branch when he told you all this. You felt something you had never felt before at that moment, looking up at the wild haired boy who loved to eat, loved his family, and had the most ambition you had ever heard from kids your age. Your heart felt full and your cheeks grew warm as you looked up at the same blue eyes you had know for years now, only this time you notice the way they twinkle in the sunlight and how rosy his lips are. Now 7 years laters you and Bucky were preparing to open the very bakery he promised you he'd open. Banners were beautifully strung along the walls and cute retro china was set out, ready to be filled for opening day. There was no hesitation from you when Bucky had asked you to run the bakery with him, you were excited to spend your days with the person you hoped you would spend the rest of your life with.

At around 6:30 in the morning you had arrived at the bakery but it seemed that Bucky had beat you to it. The smell of fresh angel food cake and cocoa danced up your nose as soon as you opened the door. Closing your eyes you smiled at the memories that it brought back. Moving to the back you grabbed your Disney themed apron and placed your bag and coat in its place before scurrying over to the kitchen while trying (and failing) to tie your apron. There in all his dorkiness was Bucky wiggling around to the chordettes. He knew that you loved the 50's aesthetic so he found a way to incorporate it without going overboard, by adding little trinkets, a jukebox, and even those cute little dining tables. In fact at the moment he was wearing a ruffly red polka dotted apron as he frosted some cupcakes.

Apron tied, you were finally ready to get to work. You walked up to Bucky bumping his hip as you reached for some cupcake pans, "Whatcha doin here so early Buck, we don't open until 12" he looks at you with squinted eyes, "The hell are you doing here so early." "Woah,woah,woah completely unprovoked. I'm just saying cuz' you were the one complaining about the opening time being set at 8. Like damn." Breathing out a huff of air he wipes his forehead with a towel "I'm sorry doll, I'm just super nervous and I couldn't sleep so I came to start baking things. I already frosted the ice cream cakes and I just finished the pies, but I was thinking that maybe we needed some cupcakes too, even though we already baked so many pastries and stuff last night I'm worried it won't be enough."

Setting down the trays you move to hug Bucky from behind holding him close to you. "Buck I know we'll do great your food is too good to pass up on especially when it's free." You place a soft kiss to his shoulder " I promise you'll do great, everything you do is amazing you try your hardest at everything Buck, You've worked your butt off and made mine considerably larger to get here, don't start losing your mind on me now." A cute little laugh from Bucky lets you know that he's hearing you and he isn't so stressed anymore. "I just want this to be perfect ya know?" with your head still against his back you nod, "I just want it to be a special day for my special girl."

You couldn't stop the slight blush that rose to your cheeks or the way that your heart suddenly started beating three times faster. You had also wanted to make him something special which is why you had got here so early. Finally releasing your hold on Bucky you straighten your apron out before gathering everything you need for some red velvet cupcakes. Bucky loved your red velvet cake so you loved making it for him. After hours of mixing, baking, and frosting had passed, you guys were rewarded with a bakery that looked as great as it smelled. "Alright doll, I'm heading out, I gotta go get ready. Meet you back here at 12 , Love ya." He didn't even give you a chance to answer as he ran right out the door. "Love you too."

You had stayed behind just a little while longer as you perfected your secret project. Carefully you added snowflakes to some of the cupcakes because you knew how much he loved snow even if he hated winter, some cats, flowers that reminded you of bucky, and one extra special cupcake. When you finish you decide to clean up a bit more and prepare some drinks for later before heading home to get ready. As soon as you got home you took a shower and did the simplest of make up with a light pink lip. You had decided to wear a dress to match the blossoming flowers that spring had brought. Pink with a yellow lace trim and flowers embroided all over the dress, matching it with some yellow flats.

You had decided that it was a perfect day for a walk so you grabbed a light scarf and slung it over your shoulders, grabbed Bucky's cupcakes, and headed over to the bakery. You felt as if a Hundred pounds had been lifted from your shoulders knowing that Bucky had felt the same way about you. You had decided that you would tell him today with your special cupcakes. As you rounded the corner you felt giddy and you couldn't wipe the smile from your face no matter how hard you tried. As you reached the bakery you saw that a majority of the people had already arrived and you knew that it would put Bucky at ease to see all the people enjoying his food. You stopped at the window, closing your eyes to take a deep breath to prepare yourself to join the celebration.

Opening your eyes you reached for the handle only to stop at the sight on the other side of the door. Bucky stood there arms wrapped around a woman eyes locked on hers as he leaned in for a kiss. It must have all happened in about 30 seconds but it felt as if time himself had slowed it down for you to watch the way he tilted her head and ran his tongue along her bottom lip before finally uniting their lips. Your heart dropped as quickly as your smile did and suddenly you felt so stupid for thinking this could be real. You willed yourself not to cry as you allowed your legs to carry you anywhere but there.

That's how you found yourself sitting underneath a blossoming cherry tree. A tree that held only happy memories because it wasn't a place you could be sad... back then. With your back against the tree and box of cupcakes full of unrequited love in your lap you realize how much you over romanticized Bucky. Opening the box you decide it would be a shame to let them go to waste. The first one you grab has a big red heart frosted in the middle, you let out a deep sigh before breaking the cupcake right down the middle. You shove half of the cupcake into your mouth and only then do you allow the tears to fall. You sat there for hours crying eating cupcakes, watching the sunset, and thinking about everything that Bucky did for you, as a friend. You realize you had no right to be angry at Bucky, after all you never told him how you felt you just assumed that he would feel the same way after so many years. With every broken memory another cupcake vanished.

He was always there for you, when no one wanted to come to your slumber party Bucky did and he even did all the girly things with you. Painting your nails, doing your hair, watching chick flicks, and pillow fights. once he even asserted that no one could protect you as well as he could, when you had decided to go camping with your friend from class so he insisted on taking you himself. Your friend was most noticeably gay so you had assumed he wanted to spend time alone with you. But now that you think back on those memories these are things that anyone would do for their bestfriend. And that's what you realized 8 hours and 11 cupcakes later.

The moon floated above you and as it's white rays settled upon the lake you decided it might be time to go home now. You get up and dust your dress off before leaning down to grab the mostly empty box. Turning around you are stopped again by what's in front of you. Bucky stands there brows furrowed as his eyes flash from you to the box in your hands. "Where the hell have you been, I've been calling you all day." swallowing the lump in your throat you go to answer but are interrupted. " everyone's been asking me about you all night and I had no damn idea what to tell them, but apparently you were just out here being inconsiderate. You go and tell me I can do great tonight, that you'd be there for me, but you weren't." You try to answer him but are again interrupted. "You could have told me something earlier instead of leaving me there like a dumb-" "SHUT UP!" this time it was your turn to interrupt him.

Taking a deep breath you look into his eyes before explaining. "Of course I was ready to be there today, you think I wore this dress to sit under a damn tree? Well I didn't. When I left my apartment I was ready and I was excited, so excited. I couldn't even stop smiling on my way over, but then I got to the shop and I saw-" Immediately you stopped as you realized what you were about to say. He cocked an eyebrow and shook his head slightly as if to say 'Hello?' "You saw what? What did you see that would make you abandon ship just like that?" Shame flushed through your being and you could no longer keep eye contact. "Nothing, you know what, it doesn't even matter. I'm sorry I was being dramatic I should have been an adult and dealt with it on my own time. And I'm sorry I abandoned you all, but the night was about you anyways."

"The night was supposed to be about the both of us so it does matter if you saw something that made you want to leave. Just tell me doll, what did you see?" his voice is soft as he pleads with you. "I saw... well I saw you kissing that lady and I just wanted get away and ended up here okay!?" You said it all in a jumble hoping that he wouldn't be able to understand what you had said. But luck wasn't your friend so of course he did. "So seeing me kiss another person was so gross to you that you had to run away, what the hell? are you 13 again?" You hadn't admitted it outloud yet and it seemed that the dumbass in front of you was going to force it out of you.

Stepping around Bucky you pull your scarf tight around your body as you focus on not crying anymore until you get home. You distract yourself by thinking of all the love you saw in all the little things Bucky did for you. Dancing around the newly furnished bakery body against body as frank sinatra brought you heart to heart, watching rom-coms and ugly crying together, but by the time you get home you force yourself to face the ugly truth. The Love was always in your head. It wasn't real.

A new wave of tears blurred your vision as teardrops fell perfectly to the ground. "It's because I have feelings for you Bucky, and I now know you don't feel the same way." Sniffling you don't bother looking up because your heart is to broken for that right now. "I'm Just gonna need a little bit of time and I'll be back good as new like nothing even happened." Still unable to lift your gaze from the ground you decide to focus on the last cupcake left in the box. 'I Love You' is written in tiny light blue frosting letters. "I uhm, uhh." That brought your attention to Bucky, as embarrassment pulsed as strong as ever through your veins. " You don't have to say anything Buck, It's fine, I'll see you next week, on monday" you hand him the box as you go to pass him "I think you would have a better use for this than me I ate 11 others already so."

Divider credits: @firefly-graphics

[real-fanta-sea]

Hello!!💚😊 do you still write kiss requests?? For Trevor/Mike ship and can I request something for 'bury the hatchet' mission with 11 or 57 number? I really love to see how Trevor saves Michael so😍😱

Thank you!💗

Hi sweetie! I'm sorry it took me so long, but it's finally here! Find it under "keep reading". If you prefer AO3, click here to read the fic. tw mentions of violence, kissing, kinky old men

"Get the boyfriend!"

"The WHAT?" Michael huffed out, along with a small puff of fog, as he crouched behind a thumb stone that felt too small to shield him. Of all things, why would they think they were dating? Like, that were the signs? Can't two guys share a trailer, a bed, a shower, a coffee mug, cigarettes, whiskey bottles and take-out receipts without arising suspicion? Can't two consenting adults watch each other read a porn magazine while relieving stress? Is it a sign of marital status to carry someone over a threshold while high on... whatever was Trevor high on? Michael cringed inwardly as a bullet grazed the top of the stone and made the falling snowflakes find refuge on the back of his neck. There was no time to mull that over. The crunch of footsteps and angry commands closed in, and he had to act fast.

He did the math frantically. His pistol still had 16 bullets ready to be planted into the brains of whoever he aimed at. There was another full magazine in his jacket pocket. Good. Michael peered above the top of the stone, now chipped into a monstrous row of teeth. The silence has been ruptured by the sound of breaks. Judging by the urgent stomping, there were far more than 33 men to bury that night. Michael ducked and ran towards a statue of an angel reclining over another piece of stone, big enough to hide him under its sorrowful wings. Finally able to stretch out, he took a deep breath and cracked his neck. He remembered the last time he had to fight off so many people and cursed when he shot a look back towards Brad's grave. At that time, there was no blanket and a cup of hot coffee waiting for him. At that time, dance macabre was all too real for comfort. But it was not a time to die; he convinced himself. Not in the freezy shithole called North Yankton. Not without a fight.

Just when he peered over the side of the sculpture, the world around him slowed down into a strange state of blue trance. He shot four men in a matter of seconds, retreated to his cover, and resurfaced again behind a different piece of stone. All he could feel was a stinging sensation on his face as he collapsed with snowflakes, a soft crunch of virgin snow below his feet mixed with the recoil of the gun in his hand, going off in time with the rhythm of his heart. He wouldn't have minded if the state of focus and tranquillity remained his primary state of being. To be faster than others, not feeling the bullets licking skin and flesh off of his body, killing without remorse - he missed such balance in his retired life.

Not many voices filled the graveyard when Michael finally threw his pistol away and snatched a gun from a random unlucky henchman whose blood was rapidly cooling on the ground. The relative silence unnerved him. The math didn't add up, and even when he cracked his neck again to relieve some of the pressure, the popping sound didn't fill the space enough to be comfortable again. Only when he ascended from the aisle, ducking, eyes darting all over the dark place, he noticed how fast he was breathing and that his hands were shaking.

Fuck it, he thought to himself, that one extra burger, coke and pizza every now and then, when he couldn't sleep, did hurt after all. Maybe Mandy was right to nag at him for smoking too. Before he could make an oath to himself to start exercising once he got away from the situation. Before he could even turn around in awe, the bushes behind his back rustled and gave birth to a furious Chinese man. The newborn didn't spare a second to hit the back of Michael's head with something Mike later identified as the butt of his gun and knocked the dumbfounded Michael unconscious.

It didn't take long for Michael to wake up, but the world was swirling around him into a smudged black-eye blue mush, and it reeked of puke. There was a horrible echo of voices nagging in his throbbing head, and it took a lot of him to recognize two twitching shadows dragging him through the muddy snow. For a split second, he felt weightless as the shadows threw him inside a gaping black space and the thunder of the van door being shut made him shriek in pain.

For what felt like an eternity, his existence was reduced to watching a streak of orange light running towards his chest and vanishing before it reached his head. Michael scrutinized the small cut out in the wall that divided his dark cell and the cockpit of the van and marvelled at the sounds emerging with every blink of the orange light. The slight rocking of the vehicle only served to make him more nauseated in between his scattered thoughts. Why haven't they killed him was among the first coherent questions his brain was capable of producing. Why would they want him alive? The light blinked away rapidly and brought about the noise of radio static and two voices fighting over what frequency to tune in. Get the boyfriend. Why was the question coming back then?

Michael groaned as the deafening sound of Channel X pinned him to the ground again. Boyfriend. He recognized the music. He remembered. They thought Trevor would pay whatever price they demanded in exchange for his safety. A bitter chuckle escaped his lips, and he didn't try to stop it for a change. How they could still think that after witnessing their bickering at Brad's grave, Michael wasn't entirely sure. What he knew with paralyzing certainty was that no one was coming to save him, and it was Trevor's fault. In between the blinks of light and throbbing pain, his memories ran back to the moment Brad unknowingly shielded Trevor as it often did in the past ten years and wished once again Dave either pulled the trigger a second later or aimed for Michael's head.

He didn't know whether to be annoyed or thankful when screeching breaks interrupted his daydreaming session. Judging by the high-pitched angry Chinese, they either had some very unfortunate flat tyre, or they ran into trouble. Or, which was something Michael didn't want to think about, they arrived at their lair and discussed the best way to make a chop suey from his guts. He shifted slightly, shaking off the inappropriate thoughts his mind offered him. It did him no good to think about alternate universes where all his problems were gone, and he was roasting under Los Santos sun by his pool.

The sliding door opened, and Michael was immediately hit into the face with a sluggish white light and smell of iron. Just one glance at the tiles plastered all over the walls, hooks idly clinging in the draft, and he knew exactly where they were. A shiny tray with a handsaw grinned right back at him from the centre of silhouettes of men. Oh god, he was so screwed. So fucked over. He made a mental note to kick Trevor in the balls when... IF... he sees him again. A pair of hands grabbed his ankles and pulled him out of the car, his head bouncing off the ground when it hit ice-cold concrete. Michael shivered. Was it really all there was for him? Would the famous Michael Townley, the phantom of the north, end up minced into Flormart burgers? A curse escaped his lips when he imagined the limp, tasteless slice of pickle and an unnaturally orange slice of cheese tiredly melting on his flesh in someone's microwave. He could withstand any torture but that.

"Hey you, you are awake, aren't you?"

Michael winced inwardly and squinted his eyes against the bright light. "Oh, am I? I didn't know! Are you a doctor or something?"

There was a prompt leathern shoe planted into his face. Michael hissed upon contact, the smell of cheap shoe glue imprinting into his memory. So much for a well-meant, friendly sarcasm.

"Ok, I got it. I'll shut up."

"You better should, pig!" There were several snorts around him, obscured by the bright light. Michael's cheek throbbed. If he was a pig about to be made into bacon strips, he swore to take them with him. The guy who kicked him circled around like a shark.

"Now, tell me. Where does your boyfriend keep the drugs?"

Michael just snickered and shrugged as best as his tied arms allowed. The shadows stepped closer, towering above him. He felt another kick; this time, the shoe bit into his ribs, making him hiss.

"ANSWER!"

A pair of hands yanked him onto his knees. The floor crushed into them, a painful reminder he should have picked up yoga when his wife told him so.

"I DON'T KNOW!"

The sole of the shoe pushed into the middle of his back, stretching his muscles to their capacity. Michael's forehead was pearled with sweat. He could barely breathe. Any further, and he was sure he would throw up.

"Do you think we are stupid?"

The pressure worsened. Michael gasped for air.

"We've seen him carry you over the threshold, and we know from a reliable source you share the bed with him,"

A picture of Ron shaking in the middle of a hostile office, surrounded by the same shadows, flashed through Michael's mind before he blinked it away. Another mental note was taken. Kick Ron's balls right after kicking Trevor's.

"AND YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO CLAIM YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHERE HE KEEPS HIS ASSETS WHEN WE KNOW YOU SQUAT ON HIS DICK EVERY NIGHT???"

"Believe it or not," Michael gasped and tried to turn just enough to look the bastard who stepped on him in the eye, "I don't know anything. Oh, and it's not me who squats; I am more of the top kind of guy."

It occurred to Michael the Chinese guy who led the interrogation had a strange sense of symmetry because before he knew it, he had another pulsating bruise spread over the other side of his ribs. He wanted to think the remark was worth it, even though his body told him otherwise.

"Hang that fag on a hook - let's see if he remembers with more blood in his brain."

For a second, Michael panicked. There were too many hands grabbing and groping him, turning him, and he remembered how he, as a little boy watched spiders do just that with flies in their webs, both horrified and fascinated. He has always considered himself a spider in such situations. Oh, how the turntables! He now was the fly, and the spider was walking away.

"HEY, WAIT!"

The hands kept him floating in the air, and the man stopped in his path, turning around.

"Hm? What is it?"

Michael's eyes rounded, even though he desperately tried to fight the trepidation. "You are terribly wrong about this. I am not his boyfriend, just an acquaintance. I have no idea how you guys are affiliated, but whatever this is about, it all runs down to money, right?"

The man folded his arms on his chest slowly, visibly taking pride in Michael's panic, but his thin lips kept shut.

"I'll pay you if you release me. Generous money, actually. That's what you guys want, right? That's what everybody wants."

The man took a few steps closer, right under one of the beaming tube lights. Michael gulped when he saw the grin on his handsome face. It took him a surprisingly low effort to come close to Michael and grab his jaw in a vice grip.

"Have your whining ever worked on anyone?"

Michael shook his head ever so slightly. He got a shark-like grin in response.

"What we want is to know where your lover, Trevor Phillips, keeps his merchandise and take what is contractually, thus rightfully ours. Tell us, and maybe we will let you go."

His eyes were as black as Trevor's when Michael last saw them, yet there was no shadow of affection in these. The man who looked at him was by all means already dead inside. The hand slipped away from his jaw, but Michael could still feel where his new friend left purple imprints.

"I thought so. Never mind, after the night spent upside down, I hope your point of view will change. HANG HIM!"

All of a sudden, there was a roar of an engine from somewhere above. Michael tried to locate the sound, but it glided away, much to his captors' disdain. There was a cacophony of stomping and foreign words bouncing off the walls, mixing in with the cry of sliding door and hum of the engine coming back.

"HEY!"

His voice was too weak against the noise. No one noticed him twitching; no one cared he was still there.

"HEY, MOTHERFUCKERS, WHAT'S GOING ON!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" was the answer from one of the men, along with a sting of a gunstock on his eye. Michael didn't need answers anymore, though, as the barking of shots and cries of mowed down men crept through the open door. Not so silently, he cursed Trevor for dragging him right into the middle of mafia wars, something he had no desire to see up close. Leaving him in the graveyard alone with a mob? One kick in the balls. Letting them kidnap him and hang him like a piece of ham? Two kicks in the balls. Letting the mafia kill him in a shoot out? Thousands of years of haunting Trevor and another kick in the balls as soon as they both reincarnate. Gunshots from outside closed in on him.

Michael tried to break free from the ropes but only managed to swing back and forth.

"Oh FUCK, I'm going to KILL HIM! YOU'RE SO DEAD, TREVOR!"

"MICHAEL!"

At first, Michael thought he was hearing things. In his state of panic, his brain couldn't get a grip of how the hell Trevor knew where to find him, let alone come and rescue him after he almost shot him. Then he thought that some kind of vessel must have busted in his head, for the familiar voice was accompanied by an even more familiar tall outline topped by a crown of ruffled dark brown hair. He couldn't help but blink rapidly a couple of times, dumbfounded in the middle of the slaughterhouse.

"JESUS, MIKEY!!!"

There were rushed steps, a sound of a gun falling to the ground, followed by two trembling hands cupping his face. Michael closed his eyes and relied on other senses to confirm his suspicion. First, there was a smell of late-night coffees, morning cigarettes, diesel fuel and cheap soap he bought for Trevor not so long ago. Second, there were two big hands, fingers brushing around the edges of his bruises in a way they did years ago when they both were different people, but somehow they did remember how to soothe him. Third, there was a deep-set voice trembling with worry whispering his name. And finally, when Michael opened his eyes again, there were the amber eyes, glazed, terrified and hurt. There was no doubt anymore. Trevor came back for him.

"Oh god, I was so fucking afraid!"

Michael couldn't keep angry when faced with the first shy tears welling in Trevor's eyes, but his ability to speak left him as they fell down and disappeared into the blackness of Trevor's shirt. So instead, he let Trevor's hands caress him, oddly at peace with the gentle touch on his face.

"To think I almost lost you again!" Trevor bit his lip. Something about the droplet of blood blooming under his teeth left Michael breathless. "I was so angry, infuriated much, yes, but then I imagined you laying there with Brad and..."

Trevor gazed into Michael's eyes with such urgency it immediately reminded him of their first kill. The fear mixed in with the red gleam in his eyes, the sense of irreparable, coming back from the past to haunt them. Lost in thought, Michael didn't register the swift movement right in front of him and was caught by surprise by a feeling of having his lips pressed against Trevor's.

They were hot, trembling, and tasted of cigarettes and blood, a mixture Michael desperately tried to forget about. Where they first gently touched his, as if they couldn't believe he was still alive and well, they pressed harder in mere seconds, making Michael's eyes flutter shut. It was difficult for him to admit, but Trevor's lips were the only drug Michael craved for long and lonely ten years. For once, he let his nagging reason get hushed by the shy movement of Trevor's lips, and all the hatred slipped his mind momentarily.

At length, Trevor broke the kiss, and still holding onto Michael's cheeks, he gently propped his forehead against Michael's. Michael let him take a break, listening to his shallow breathing, and their thoughts were buzzing almost audibly where their skin touched.

"Oh god, to think I almost lost you..."

"It's ok, T; I'm still hanging on."

"Yeah, but what if I didn't turn around and follow that convoy? What if they killed you?"

"You could say I would hang around for a bit, and then they would kick me out."

Trevor raised his head and furrowed a bit. "What's that with you and emphasize on hanging?"

Michael raised eyebrows at him and waited till the realization would dawn on Trevor. It took three seconds for Trevor's eyes to round and his mouth to form a perfect 'o'.

"Oh, yeah, uh, I see. Wait a moment, sugar."

Michael's feelings on Trevor holding a knife were usually on the border between panic and deep fucking rooted urge to run for the hills. When Trevor approached him and swung it around his face, Michael was momentarily inclined to the second option, twitching nervously under the cold gleam of the knife. Trevor eyed him with palpable exhaustion.

"Stop wiggling goddammit, do you want to get cut?"

Michael pouted at him.

"Hey, don't give me THAT face, pork chop! It wasn't MY idea to tie you up and hook you here!"

Trevor's knife slowly cut through ropes, murmuring as it bit through thick threads. The very tip brushed against Michael's leg, leaving goosebumps in the wake of its cold touch.

"But I have to say this is kinda hot, eh?" Trevor's grin was back, the brightest light in the room. "How about we try it again when we get back home?"

"What the FUCK are you talking about, Trevor?"

Trevor leant in, still grinning, his knife gliding against Michael's waist.

"I mean, I will send Patricia shopping,"

The knife dipped lower, slipping under Michael's shirt. He gasped, inwardly cursing for giving Trevor the tiniest bit of gratification.

"then I'll take some nice silk rope,"

The dull side of the blade ran through chest hair lush between trembling peaks of his nipples.

"tie you up and make some sweet, sweet love to you, cupcake!"

Trevor's lips were so close, his breath on Michael's lips again, who was petrified with anticipation. His heart hammered against the patch of goosebumps on his chest, and if the last bit of rope didn't snap and let him slide off the hook, Michael would have leaned in himself and stole that kiss. But, instead of the sweet release, he was sent to the cold ground head first, folding like a rag doll upon impact.

Not only Michael sustained another hit on his head, swearing and kicking around, not unlike the turtle Amanda bought for the kids and that he and Jimmy used to torture by putting it on its back, laughing about the way it tried to turn over, but it was Trevor who was laughing his lungs out, folded in half. Michael tried to stab him with a menacing glare, but it didn't help in the slightest. Gathering the last shred of strength, Michael scraped to his feet and balling fists full of Trevor's jacket, he threw them both against deadly green tiles.

Trevor's laugh died out soon after the impact, but the grin remained despite Michael pinning him down. At first, Michael's intention was to beat him up, partially to let the frustration out, partially to get revenge for the stolen kiss, but he was taken aback when Trevor's hands closed over his fists and squeezed gently.

"Whatcha gonna do, Mikey?" Trevor uttered in an irresistibly husky voice that sent shivers of excitement to all the wrong places, "Beat me for saving your life?" Michael growled.

"You fucking..." but the words he wanted to say got sucked back into the vortex of emotion running free in his ribcage. No, beating wasn't what Michael's mind supplied him with when it came to what to do with Trevor. He could barely resist the vivid pictures of Trevor, hair running down his slender back, undressing in front of him, leaving marks on his neck and long scratches speaking volumes about how Michael liked to celebrate their victories. And then, on that day, Trevor was there. Older, but just as tempting, daring, enclosing Michael in the smell of both freedom and slavery with each exhale. Michael took a deep breath. He couldn't help but give in to the craving.

Trevor yelped when Michael crashed his lips with his so hard their teeth clinked together. That was the thrill he wanted to relive, and as soon as Trevor's hands rested against his lower back, pulling him closer, Michael surged deeper and dared to brush his tongue against Trevor's. The choked moan he managed to draw out fueled his fingers in their haste, letting go of fabric and instead bury themselves into Trevor's hair, pulling him closer. Trevor's skin could have combusted any second with the heat it emitted, and Michael couldn't resist yanking him closer, eager to get burned once again.

"Mikey... Jesus Christ!"

Trevor could barely breathe, so much Michael could tell by the heaving of chest caught between the wall and his own body. He was proud of the trembling in Trevor's touch, of shallow breaths and flushed cheeks right in front of him. He still got it.

"What?" Michael grinned impishly and let one of his hands slide down Trevor's back and squeeze him. Trevor yelped in surprise but didn't try to wriggle out of the embrace and even giggled when Michael let his hand rest there. Trevor leaned in closer, his breath sending shivers down Michael's spine as it touched his ear.

"Let's go home, cupcake."

[mottlemoth]

She'd hoped that a shower and a little extra time on her make-up would blur away all signs of her miserable night. Her eyes are perhaps a little red, her focus not quite at its sharpest, but it seemed enough to get her through the day.

Then Mr Holmes arrives as usual at three minutes to nine. He takes one look at her face and stops dead, fingers stalling on the buttons of his coat. He reads it all in an instant with one quick and practiced flicker of his eyes, and Anthea wonders why she ever even dreamed that she could hide it. Other people's minds are his trade; he knows them inside-out. She stood no chance in the world of keeping this to herself.

"It shan't affect my work," she says, reaching a shaking hand for a tissue from the cube on her desk. She presses it hard against her tear ducts and forces her voice to stay level. "It's nothing. I'll be alright."

Mr Holmes's jaw seems to tighten, his eyes fixed intently on her face. "Who exactly is responsible?" he asks.

Anthea explains as briefly as she can, sticking closely to facts and to events, unwilling to break down in sobs in front of him. She cried enough last night, alone in her flat with old films to soothe her. She's worked too hard on her career to ruin his perception of her, falling into pieces like this.

He listens without a word to her explanation, then when she finishes, gives a single nod. He hangs up his coat behind the door.

"Would you be so good as to delay my coffee by half an hour?" he asks, striding away into his office. "I need to place a few phone calls first. This shan't take long."

Anthea nods, numb, wondering in silence as he shuts his office door.

Half an hour later, the cup trembles in her hand as she lets herself through the same door. She places the coffee in its usual spot by his elbow, not daring to speak.

"I've spoken to the necessary people," he says, perfectly calm. He doesn't look up from the report that he's reading, his fountain pen still poised between his fingers, reading glasses balanced at the tip of his nose. "I've been assured that steps are being taken, and taken swiftly. You won't be mistreated in such a manner again."

Exhausted tears flood Anthea's eyes. "Sir—"

"Keep me updated, will you?"

"I-I will."

"By email, if you feel unable to speak."

"Yes, sir. I will. Thank you, sir."

He turns over a page in his report, still reading. "You're due a salary advance some time this year, aren't you? Perhaps that could be brought forward. I'll attend to it."

Oh, god. "Mr Holmes—"

"Would you be so good as to fetch me the figures for March?" he asks, striking something out on the report. "Then if you could spend the rest of the day ensuring the Sheptytsky papers are fully finished, I'd be grateful."

"Oh, I... I finished them yesterday afternoon," Anthea says. "I thought you'd seen them in your tray. Shall I bring them now?"

He hums in the back of his throat. "As I said, that's your focus for the day. So long as they're still in my tray when you leave, that will do."

When she gets back from lunch, there's tea and a small bar of chocolate on Anthea's desk. He sends her off for the weekend an hour early, and buys her yellow lilies on her birthday.

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Mr. Emergency

My entry for @flashfictionfridayofficial this week! I know - me, writing? Incredible. This is entirely unedited, I'm not gonna lie, but I'm proud to have written something for the first time in a very long time.

MR. EMERGENCY - a scientist returns to her lab to find it not quite how she left it. 1136 words, no warnings, teen rating/SFW.

The crunch of broken glass under her feet made her realise something was wrong.

The lights were off in the lab and what little security she’d run into had been drowsy and bored as ever. This part of the campus was sparsely populated at night – her colleagues would have clocked out and headed home hours ago. She paused mid-step, her foot hovering over the floor. The quiet background music of the city at night was all that she could hear: the occasional rush of traffic, wind blowing between buildings, creatures scuttling in the shadows to search for food. Her heart nearly skipped a beat when she heard muffled voices coming from outside. A hair-raising moment of observation proved it was just a pair of drunk students wobbling their way home, and whilst it didn’t quiet her thundering heartbeat she felt somewhat silly for her moment of terror.

She was alone. The thought wasn’t completely comforting.

After some groping, she managed to find the light switch. Her first impulse was to turn it straight back off again. She didn’t – she knew, against all her experience of a quiet life as a semi-recluse far away from any kind of action-movie drama, that she wasn’t dreaming. Something deep within her felt resigned, having already predicted this outcome. Instead, she did what she supposed she did best (and she also supposed got her into this mess in the first place): she started to observe.

She carefully stepped over the glass – empty beakers and test tubes and dishes that had been swept from the shelves and cupboards they lived in, presumably to just throw an extra spanner in the works – and twisted to look around her. Most of the lab, she now realised, had been tampered with, even the areas she had very little to do with. The freezers of animal blood and urine had been raided and scattered and smashed with no regard for how useless they were to anyone who wasn’t studying the fertility cycles of bovines. A microscope – a very expensive microscope, she noted with a wince – was in several pieces on a table, and the centrifuge had several large dents and two panels missing. Anything that could be opened had been opened, adding papers and pencils and pipettes and trays and the odd photograph into the chaos.

She could also smell a sharp chemical stench from the store cupboard, and hoped that the room would be well-ventilated enough for any noxious mixes to air out until she could leave. Those kinds of chemical reactions were not, strictly speaking, her area of expertise.

The last time she’d visited, she’d been proud of herself for a sudden moment of foresight. She’d expected something to happen, and she wasn’t surprised when the decoy she’d planted in her freezer was gone. But even as she pulled on her gloves, she noticed that her filing cabinet was not quite where it should have been.

She felt her chest tightening as she pulled it away from the wall. How much was due to her spiking stress levels and how much was the disease catching up to her, finding a weakness in this little bit of exertion, she couldn’t say. The safe behind it swung on one hinge, obviously, glaringly, completely empty.

Almost.

The icebox with the vial of solution she’d tried to hide – the solution in a literal and metaphorical sense, the cure she’d been seeking for so long, the one she was sure would finally save the world (and perhaps win her a Nobel prize in chemistry, but that little desire remained unspoken) – had vanished. She knew this, even as she reached her hand in and felt for it, as if it had instead just become invisible and would still be hiding there somewhere. What she didn’t expect was the calling-card left behind.

A note, in barely-legible handwriting, and a single burnt match. She thought about her diary back home – or, what used to be home – torched into little more than ash, years of research turned to dust, laptops and hard-drives disappearing from her room and her office with no trace. She had a horrible sinking feeling in her stomach that she didn’t think was related to whatever was slowly but surely claiming her body cell by cell.

She also thought about a bizarre encounter at a coffee shop that occurred just days earlier, with a man in a suit and an arm-sling, his two very grumpy, very quiet friends and a very, very big gun. At first she’d been secretly excited – her strain of the virus was incurable, unlike some of the others she’d discovered, and she knew her time was limited. She felt like she was starring in her very own crime drama, somewhat invincible, and had wondered on the way back to her flat what her old university friends would have made of her now. She’d been naïve. She knew how high the stakes were, now, and she felt as far from a daring, adventurous noir heroine as it was possible to be. She felt vulnerable, and she felt afraid, and she felt lost.

She lowered herself to the floor and leant against the wall to regain some composure. She could almost taste her lunchtime tuna sandwich paying her another visit in her throat, but she swallowed it down and took big gulps of air and withdrew her phone with shaking hands. Her eyes refused to focus on the words on the screen and scrolling through her contacts was harder than it should have been. Harder still was pulling up one name in particular, the one without a photo and that stupid name she hated with a passion but hadn’t known what to change it to – Mr. Emergency.

There was nobody she wanted to call less than that slimy-looking bastard who really ought to be introduced to a shower and a sharper razor. Possibly a couple of strong mints. She could practically smell his stale-cigarettes-and-coffee breath wafting out of her phone, and she grimaced.

This was no time for superficiality, she told herself. Because, if she was honest, her best hadn’t been enough. She’d screwed things up. Whether she liked it or not, she didn’t have many other options left.

Steeling herself against the wall and before she could think twice about it, she hit dial and waited. The call almost went to voicemail, but at the last second the call picked up and she realised that had gotten herself into a pile of shit so deep that sunlight and fresh air was a distant memory. She’d passed the point of no return so long ago the last exit sign was a dot on the horizon.

That was alright, she decided before Mr. Emergency could begin speaking, it made this decision a whole lot easier.