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Notice Me, Senpai!

Chapter 1 : The Beginning of the End

Yandere Genshin Impact X Gender Neutral Reader YANDERE SIM AU

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A Harsh Breeze (Mondstadt Ver. ) — Act 1

The Golden Twins were always an infamous name. They were infamous for being ‘ kind ’ and ‘ helpful ’. They have solved many problems like a breeze. And many people thanked them for that. Of course, at first, they felt good after hearing a simple thank you. After all, they're willing to help for a reason.

But as more and more ‘ helpful ’ they became, they can't help but loathe the word ‘ Thank you ’ now. Many people basically forced them to help them with their problems. Saying all kinds of stuff to make them help.

“ But you helped Amber! Do you have favoritism?! ” “ But it's an easy one for you! Do you seriously think you're that great to not help anyone anymore?! ” “ Please! I beg of you! If my problem ends up getting bigger, I'll put the blame on you!! ”

Now they just help people solely because they were forced to. The warm feeling they always get after helping them ends up cold and harsh. It's warm, bright aura they have now turned into a rejecting, insufferable one.

They can't help but feel hate. They despise people. All they do is exploit others for their own needs. Their big, accepting heart turned into a hard, small stone. They can't help but feel empty on the inside. No matter what they do. They just feel as if someone has taken what they used to feel.

That was until they met you.

They were just talking to each other, too caught up in their conversation. Until they turned to a corner and Lumine's head bumped into yours, falling back, causing Aether to fall back as well.

They both fell, their bottoms meeting the hard floor. They weren't expecting anything other than the stranger they bumped to to walk away or insult them.

Instead, two hands were offered. The two looked up and saw a bright, warm smile. It's as if looking at a sunflower, loving and beautiful. Turns out, you were caught up in your book as well, yet you put it aside to help both of them up.

“ Are you okay? I'm sorry for not paying attention! ”

Your words were simple, but kind. Your tone shows that you're worried about them and genuinely feels.. sorry.

All of the time, they'd get fake apologies. Knowing fully well that they're not gonna change their behavior when they said to do so.

Yet you didn't. You felt genuine. All of you felt genuine.

When the two took your hands, they felt so full. It's as if they had a beating heart once again. Is this what it feels like? To feel? They've forgotten how it felt as it has been so long. Too long.

They felt warm on the inside, it's as if they had just ate a home-cooked meal by a loving mother. They felt so full of life. It's as if they had an empty stomach for so long they didn't know what it feels like to have a full stomach once more.

The interaction with you had long ended, as you bowed with your book in your hands and left the two alone. Yet their attention was fixated on you, and you alone.

Is this what it feels like? To feel love? If it is, it felt so.. Innocent. So bright. So warm. It felt like they've been wrapped to a blanket filled with nothing but sweetness.

Yet their warm feelings left without saying goodbye. As they saw another woman talking to you.

“ Who is that.. Woman? ”

Lumine muttered, her tone filled with toxic venom.

Why are you talking to that woman? Why is she badmouthing you? Why are you just laughing? Why are you even with her? Is she your friend? What kind of a friend badmouths you? Why? Why? Why?

She doesn't deserve to be with you. Let alone being your friend. She doesn't deserve to stand beside you. She doesn't deserve to even think about you.

“ I'm sorry, Eula. I bumped into two people earlier! I really didn't mean to be late! ”

.. Eula?

Eula Lawrence?

“ Tch, whatever. Just don't be late next time! ”

“ Awh, alright, alright. Just don't yell at me that loud.. ”

Why is she conversing with you like that? Does she really think she has the audacity to order you around?

They can treat you way better. No, they will treat you better. Better than her.

Lumine and Aether knew themselves that taking someones life will burden you for the rest of their lives.

So why do they have the urge to get rid of that vile woman?

They've been kind and patient for so long, it's okay if they're being a little selfish.. Right, Senpai?

Bound Together (Liyue Ver. ) — Act 1

Zhongli had always been a dream man. He was kind, considering, yet also calm, and content. Many has tried to capture his heart, but they always end with the same answer.

“ I'm sorry, but.. I don't feel the same way. ”

It went to the point where he became an ‘Untouchable Dream Man’ , where his behavior is captivating, but his heart is as hard as a stone. An unbreakable, cold stone.

He was in love once. It was when he was in Junior High, he was in love with a woman named Guizhong. She was kind, sweet. But of course, a beautiful flower has to die in the end.

Guizhong had long met her end as a terminal sickness came over her. Leaving nothing but a dying memory. Zhongli himself, mourned for her. But of course, he had moved on. Accepting the fact that she was the only one who could break his stone heart. For she is no more, his heart will be locked for as long as it beats.

At this point.. Can he even call it a heart?

For long, he had moved on. But he can't shake off the feeling that he feels empty. Hollow. As if a part of himself had left without saying goodbye.

But even life finds a way, as a flower can be reborn when a seed from the very same flower had been planted.

He was just taking a stroll around his new high school, trying to find the library. Until an upperclassmen bumped his way into him without paying attention to their way. Spilling their canned soda on his uniform.

“ Oh- Oh my gosh. I'm so so sorry!! I wasn't paying attention. Here! I'll dry it up. Oh gosh, that'll stain, won't it? I'm so sorry.. ”

You kept chanting apologies as if your life depended on it. Seriously, it's just a stain. He can clean it. It's not that much of a problem, really. It's not like that's his only uniform.

Although, he can't help but feel something grow inside him. What is it? He can't tell. Delight? Relief? He doesn't know.

“ N- No, it's quite alright. I can clean it myself. It's not that big of a problem, anyways. ”

Did he just stutter? Was the impact you made that big on him?

“ Yes, but still. Here! Have my handkerchief. My class is going to start soon, and please dry yourself up! Again, I'm really sorry! See you! ”

Oh, so that's why you were in such a hurry. Your class was gonna start soon.

Yet, his heart kept beating so fast, he thought it might pop out of his chest! Did he just feel butterflies in his stomach? Was it something he ate earlier?

He never felt like this. Wait. No.

He has had these feelings before.

ls this what it feels like? To be in love?

It feels so.. nice. So heavenly. So delightful. He can't help but want to make the moment last forever. But he himself knew it's impossible.

It feels like it could last forever, until a... man. Came into the view.

A teal-haired.. boy? He was short. Yet he was so friendly with you. Well, he looked friendly with you.

He was basically screaming at you for being late for class. Surely, you can't be that late. It's not even class time yet for him.

“ Well.. Technically speaking, you're not even at the same year at me, Xiao. So you don't have the right to tell me that I'm late! ”

Xiao?

Isn't that one of his.. friends?

“ Well- still! You're still late!.. ” Hearing that made you chuckle a bit. Oh, how beautiful you sound.

Yet the conversation with you and him made him feel bitter. He can't help but tighten his grip around your handkerchief. As a vein appeared at the side of his forehead.

You can't leave. You can't leave him. Not like this. Not when he can finally feel love once more. Not with another person. You can't go.

He will have you. His stone heart has broken once more, so why are you leaving him? He will not have you leave him. Not again. Not now. Not ever. He doesn't care if he has blood on his hands. He will have you, one way or the other.

Unforgiving Beauty (Inazuma Ver. ) — Act 1

Everyone knows of the Kamisato Clan. As they have made incredible progress in the small town they're in. They were the top of the food chain. As no peers can ever look down on them.

Of course, being in such a clan could result in a harsh, cold outcome.

The youngest daughter of the Kamisato Clan, Kamisato Ayaka, was always kind, gentle, yet elegant and enchanting. Of course, they see her as nothing but that.

The Youngest Daughter of the Kamisato Clan.

The Gentle Sakura of the Kamisato Clan.

The Kind, Loving Kamisato Ayaka from the Kamisato Clan.

No one ever had the courage to actually befriend her other than seeing her as a business partner or just a simple acquaintance. Leaving her alone with her back being burdened with so many things.

All she ever wanted to do was help her older brother, Kamisato Ayato. Yet, she can't help but feel tired. Tired of her life. She has done nothing but work, work, work. Education was never any better. She had always been homeschooled.

That was until her older brother decided to build a High School from the ground up. All designed to please him and his little sister.

Yet even when he did such a thing for Ayaka, which she is very grateful for, she still felt empty. People will still see her in the same light, what's the point of going to a school? Nothing will change.

Until you appeared in her life.

You were so bright, so warm, so considering.

You were the bright, encouraging fire in her cold, snowy world.

She was simply just dancing at the empty rooftop, trying to kill time during break time in-between classes.

Yet, you were there.

And you were captivated by her beautiful, glamorous dance. You couldn't help but clap for her!

“ That was amazing! ”

You haven't had the slightest idea of who the girl might be. But you did nothing about it, as you don't have any care but to embrace the moment.

Whilst Ayaka was trying to process the moment, her face can't help but heat up. Who are you? Did you see her dance? Do you not know who she is?

For the first time in her life, someone doesn't know who she is. And she couldn't even be happier.

They didn't see her as something to use for their own benefits, they didn't see her as someone to respect, they didn't see her as someone you have to be polite around.

You just saw her as equal.

And that is what charmed her.

That interaction had ended. It was supposed to be a small one, anyways. As you left by the sudden bell, indicating that the next class had started. Leaving the girl alone at the rooftop.

But she couldn’t help but think about you. Her mind is basically infested with you. What could she do to impress you once again? What could she do to meet you again? What could she do to finally be of someone’s main attention?

She needs you. She has to have you. You were the only one who could understand her. Who could accompany her. Who could finally set your attention to her. Just her.

So just look at her again, won’t you? Just her. Don’t look at anyone else. You won’t need anyone else with her around.

Bittersweet Aftertaste (Sumeru Ver. ) — Act 1

Everyone knew of the renowned Al-Haitham. He was attractive, intelligent, yet closed off and forward.

He was always known to be the popular boy who has a quite annoying personality, as not a lot of people liked to interact with him, let alone deal with him.

Oh well, it's not like he cares.

He's always liked it alone. People only talk to him when they want something. And he knows of that.

He was just going to the library to borrow some more books, as usual. However, he heard that some new books have been shipped from another country to Teyvat High. Obviously, any normal person who has an interest in books would love to read that for the first time.

As the door slid open, revealing the very same small, yet comforting library. Perfect, just the way he likes it.

He was just about to reach the book, before another hand came into the view and reached for the same book, making both hands touch.

Surprised, he looked to where the hand is coming from. Revealing a person looking at him with the same confused expression.

“ Oh- Sorry! You can have that book. I can just wait for another time. It's not that important to me, anyways! ”

Your voice was angelic, ethereal, he might say. This interaction was so simple, yet cliche. He couldn't help but cringe a little.

Yet those feelings was eradicated with an overpowered feeling of... What is this called?

He felt so full. His hands were shivering quite a bit, he felt heat at his ears, yet he also feels so light, he swore could he fly!

He felt so alive.

But.. This is Illogical! A simple hand touch couldn't have caused all of this.

Maybe it's something he ate?

He watched you leave the library, your uniform swaying by the tiny wind. A smile plastered on your face.

Al-Haitham couldn't help but admire you. Your features. Your hairstyle, the way you style your uniform, how you walk, everything.

Yet those lovely feelings was soon to be gone as he saw another man approaching, stomping their way to you.

“ Where were you?! I was waiting at your classroom, looking like an idiot! ” The short male shouted, while you just sweat dropped.

Who is he?

Why is he so rude to you? Why is he so mean to you? Why is he so cruel to you? And why are you just laughing it off? Why are you smiling at him so lovingly? Why are you even hanging out with him? Why? Why? Why?!

He doesn’t understand. He hates feeling like this, but he can’t help but want more. He’s never felt anything like it. Why does he want you so bad? Why does he want to get rid of anyone that dares to stand next to you? He doesn’t understand.

Yet he knows one thing. He need to get rid of those who dare to stand next to you, let alone talk to you!? He has to. He has to. Only HE is allowed to stand next to you! Only HE is allowed to talk to you! Only HE is allowed to see that beautiful smile of yours. Only HE is allowed to hear your laughs. Him, him, him! Not anyone else! He won’t allow it.

He's always felt that something inside him is missing. Perhaps.. You are his only fulfillment. The only thing that makes him feel like this.

So please, look at him for some more, would you?

A/N: THIS TOOK SO LONG 😭 If there's some mistakes, please tell me!!

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stuslover · 9 months

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Heyy, sou eu de novo! Será que posso pedir um abecedário nsfw sobre o Lawrence pfv? Me deixaria muito felizz 🥺🥺 Tenha um bom dia! 🤗❤️

abecedário nsfw – lawrence gordon

pairing: lawrence gordon x fem!reader

avisos: coisas normais de nsfw, nada muito estranho por aqui :)

notas da alec: oiii amgg, desculpa a demora pra te entregar isso aqui, é que os abc nsfw normalmente demora mais mesmo pra escrever porquê eu tenho que ter muitas ideias e talss, espero que você goste e continue aparecendo por aqui com seus pedidos </3

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A = Aftercare ( como é depois do sexo )

vamos lá, não finja que esse carinha não seria um profissional experct em cuidados posterios porquê SIM ele é! seria tão carinhoso e gentil, super babão! lawrence gostaria tanto de te dar conforto, fazer carinho... mas ele é preguiçoso.

parece aqueles caras que esquematiza tudo antes de ir pro abate; já deixa uma garrafa d'água no quarto e seus doces favoritos caso te de vontade, caixa de lenços no criado-mudo pra poder te limpar... tudo que você puder imaginar. ele seria um amorzinho e até iria combater a preguicinha dele pra te ver bem mas provavelmente não levantaria da cama nos primeiros 40 minutos pós sexo.

B = Body part ( parte favorita do corpo em si mesmo e em seu parceiro )

nele mesmo acho que o nariz, estranhamente específico mas tem uma explicação muito clara: lawrence seria apaixonado pelo seu cheio; aquele perfume de marca registrada que você usa, ou o seu cheiro natural mesmo se não gostar de usar perfume, o aroma do seu cabelo pós lavagem, o cheiro do sabão que você usa nas suas roupas, o cheiro da sua buceta, esse tipo de coisa.

e em você seria tantas coisas, vou fazer uma listinha: seu nariz porquê ele gosta de apertar e morder, seus lábios porquê ele ama te beijar e também ama boquete, suas pernas principalmente em saias tubinho ou mini, e suas coxas. lawrence faria suas coxas de travesseiro, deixaria chupões, também esquenta suas orelhas no meio delas durante o inverno.

C = Cum ( qualquer coisa haver com porra )

ele gosta de gozar dentro porém ele sabe os riscos – se preocupa mais em ter que explicar pra sua esposa que engravidou outra mulher do que realmente ter um bebê, mas ele definitivamente não planeja ter mais filhos. – e iria conter esse desejo insano, a menos que você tome remédio. mas provavelmente na camisinha mesmo, ou na sua boca se você gostar dessas coisas.

lawrence parece pervertido o suficiente pra dizer coisas como "gosta do meu leitinho descendo pela sua garganta, gosta? tá quentinho? " quando você fosse engolir. a quantidade de porra que sai desse homem é exorbitante! seria o suficiente pra encher sua buceta e ainda iria escorrer a maior parte pelas suas pernas e pingar. uma cor meio que branco encardido, sei lá, e um gosto super docinho. esse homem cuida da alimentação dele como se sua vida dependesse disso, e de certa forma depende, né.

D = Dirty secret ( seus pequenos segredos sujos )

um segredo obscuro que ele guarda a sete chaves é que ele ama age gap. não algo muito problemático no nível de ele ir pra cadeia, mas também nada muito sutil. quer dizer, ele tem quarenta e dois então imagino que ele queria uma aventura com garotas mais novinhas, na casa dos 18 aos 25 anos de idade no máximo.

se ele realmente tiver interesse romântico em você então ele não vai te deixar só porquê você passou dos 26 ou porquê é mais velha do que isso. mas quando lawrence está preocupando por uma diversão de uma noite ou algo casual, ele vai atrás das mais novinhas.

E = Experience ( qual de experiência tem? )

dilf. isso já é o suficiente? o homem tem experiência, meu amor! ele é casado, pai de uma criança e tem amantes então ele manda bem!! se eu tivesse que colocar em uma escala de um até dez, lawrence, sem sombra de dúvidas, estaria no dez.

F = Favorite position ( auto explicativo )

quer ser usado de cadeira tipo aaargg. meio que vai ficar sentadinho na beirada cama e quer que você sente no colo dele, não sei, lawrence vai gostar de ver você se esforçando, ver seu corpo jovem e belo o ajudando taaaanto. ele também não iria conseguir manter suas mãos para si, iria pegar em cada pedacinho do seu corpo que estivesse exposto, principalmente seus peitos porquê duh.

e também spork, não é muito convencional, eu acho, mas é tão agradável. assim, lawrence estaria tão próximo de você, quase como um missionário, mas muito mais erótico. ele aproveitaria as brechas entre seus corpos pra tocar seu clitóris, esse homem sabe o que está fazendo com os dedos, okay? confie nele. lawrence seria tão excêntrico, tocando você tão rápido quanto seu pau entra e sai.

G = Goofy ( quão pateta pode ser, basicamente )

pode ser pateta mas na maioria das vezes não será. não tem muito o que falar sobre isso, acho que lawrence seria 8 ou 80 em relação as bobeiras na hora que estiver transando com você. ele vai ser bobalhão de vez em quando e vai ser bobo durante toda a transa, e se ele não puxar o lado mais idiota no começo então não espere nenhuma piadinha no restante.

H = Hair ( quanto de cabelo tem? o tapete combina com as cortinas? esse tipo de coisa )

ele tira tudo sempre, você raramente vai encontrar pelos pubianos quando estiverem transando. as vezes ele pode esquecer e tals, mas nada fora do controle. seus pelos seriam grossos por causa do atrito do barbeador em sua pele. quando ele era mais jovem costumavam ser loiros e finos, agora é preto escuro e arranha um pouco. tem happy trail castanho claro, quase loiro, só que é bem pouco e isso é inegável.

I = Intimacy ( aspecto romântico )

muito romântico, seja você a amante casual, a frequente, a namorada ou a esposa. ele te trataria como uma princesa, só que tem algumas diferenças. seus cuidados posteriores seriam mais prolongados dependendo de qual classe você está categorizada, ele também seguraria sua mão enquanto mete em você se fosse mais do que uma amante qualquer. lawrence diria coisas cada vez mais doces também, por outro lado, sua dirty talk seria bem mais afiada se forem casos de fim de noite.

J = Jack off ( headcanon de masturbação )

não acho que ele precisaria se masturbar desde que passou dos vinte, mas auto cuidado sempre é bem vindo. não seria frequente, uma vez na semana e ainda é muito pra ele, mas também seria como uma sessão de terapia. lawrence teria um ritual antes de começar: o primeiro passo seria separar algumas revistas adultas – ele lê revistas e vê fotos, nada de sex tapes e filmes pornô, o homem tem cultura e aprecia a arte. –, um pote de creme hidratante e lenços de papel; depois ele iria ver as fotos pra se inspirar, daria uma olhada no que tem no catálogo e escolheria a mulher mais atraente; quando ele não pudesse mais aguentar a dor do pau implorando pra ser tocado, aí sim ele começaria.

já falei que não seria com muita frequência, uma ou duas vezes na semana pra aliviar o estresse, lawrence não precisa mais disso pra se satisfazer ou relaxar, seria na esportiva mesmo. porém tem uma duração extremamente baixa quando está masturbando a si mesmo, ele gozaria menos de cinco minutos depois de começar, embora a resistência fosse mais alta quando tivesse te comendo ou recebendo uma punheta de você. é muito amor próprio.

K = Kink ( um ou mais de seus kinks/fetiches )

uma lista longa porquê nada pode parar lawrence gordon de ser extremamente pervertido porém os principais incluem: breeding kink, jogo de temperatura, fetiche por pés e, pasme, bdsm. não sou eu quem dito as regras.

lawrence é – estou supondo que isso é canônico – um tarado total por cream pie, ele quer enterrar o pau dele dentro de você e te encher com seu esperma quente e grudento, fodendo um bebê pra dentro do seu útero. algo na ideia de engravidar outra mulher além de sua esposa é tão excitante pra ele, sei lá, por mais que ele esteja realmente torcendo pra você ser muito cuidadosa com seu controle de natalidade e que vocês em hipótese alguma tenham um bebê. a ideia de ter um bebê é quente, a prática não é! – a menos que estejamos falando da prática de FAZER um bebê, aí ele adora – jogo de temperatura não acho que tenha muito o que falar, só acho que lawrence gosta de apimentar as coisas – ou congelar, se soa melhor – passando uma pedra de gelo nos seus mamilos, abdômen, coxas e, obviamente, na buceta. ele vai querer ver aquele gelo derretendo na sua pele que está praticamente pegando fogo de tesão. não tente negar que esse homem tem fetiche por pés porquê eu não tolero mentiras! algo nele tá gritando por isso, e ele seria um amante fiel; do tipo que quer que você use meias arrastão só pra ele poder rasgar e beijar seus tornozelos e chupar seus dedos, se você pintar de cores fortes então, oh, vai levar esse homem ao pronto socorro como vítima de ataque cardíaco, lawrence vai colocar seus dedos na boca e vai chupar, como se dependesse disso pra viver – não tenho fetiche em pés, okay? – e bdsm pra mim parece meio óbvio, quer dizer, ele obviamente se encaixa em bondage e disciplina, eu consigo vê-lo te amarrando e te fazendo de gato e sapato, usando seu corpo como ele quer, como ele deseja.

L = Location ( lugares favoritos pra fazer )

o homem ainda não enlouqueceu. qualquer lugar que não tenha risco algum de vocês serem pegos por qualquer pessoa. um grande não ao exibicionismo.

M = Motivation ( o que lhes dá tesão, e tals )

sandálias abertas e meias bonitas, saltos altos, flashs de mamilos "acidentais", decotes muito provocante, cordas e algemas, age gap, submissão total em coisas simples do dia a dia; como você seguir uma ordem estúpida dele sem nem ao menos questionar, roleplay de garota colegial burrinha e enfermeira gostosa, chama-lo de "papai"– não se enquadrando em daddy kink e muito menos saindo da boca da filha dele, acho que isso é óbvio mas vale o aviso.

N = No ( algo que não faria de forma alguma, broxante )

pregnancy kink – o homem definitivamente não quer um bebê –, exibicionismo, voyeurismo, cucking, sex tapes, food play, threesome, jogo de impacto, humilhação, e objetificação.

O = Oral ( preferência de dar ou receber, habilidades... )

sobre a preferência dele, acho que lawrence não teria. ele estaria bem em receber um boquete ou então te chupar, os dois parecem excelentes e igualmente prazerosos, ele não faz diferença entre oral. suas habilidades seriam medianas, embora. mas ele teria tanto carinho e cuidado com você; tem uma técnica questionável de vez em quando porém é bom o suficiente pra te fazer gozar, vai. e se sente mais confiante com dedilhado.

e boquete, não o vejo curtindo facefuck entretanto lawrence vai gostar se você se engasgar no pau dele, ele acharia que está no paraíso, sua visão favorita claramente seria ver você de joelhos pra ele, engolindo seu pau tão bem e se babando bastante. lawrence prefere receber boquetes quando está "ocupado" com as coisas do trabalho, basicamente roleplay de médico e enfermeira putinha, na verdade.

P = Pace ( rápido e rude, devagar e sensual...? ritmo, por assim dizer )

rápido porém muito sensual, ele não se perde nos dois papéis que se propôs a fazer. lawrence rola os quadris frequentemente enquanto vocês estão transando, também tem a mania de colocar o pau todo de uma vez e tirar tudo nas primeiras estocadas.

Q = Quickie ( opinião honesta sobre rapidinhas )

adora rapidinhas </3 as vezes lawrence não vai ter tempo ou paciência pra tratar você da forma que ele gostaria, ele realmente é um homem ocupado, porém não significa que ele não esteja disposto a te dar prazer e satisfazer a si mesmo. adora rapidinhas no escritório, no consultório... esse tipo de lugar, mas ele vai garantir que seja em um momento que sua agenda esteja parcialmente mais calma, que ninguém vá interromper vocês ou serem pegos por olhares curiosos.

R = Risk ( quão arriscado isso pode acabar se tornando )

não corre muitos riscos. sim, ele gosta de rapidinhas no trabalho mas ele se achar que vocês podem ser pegos então não rola, isso serve pra qualquer outros riscos que vocês poderiam tomar. lawrence tem uma reputação muito séria a zelar, ele não iria arruinar isso por causa de sexo, o homem tem suas prioridades.

S = Stamina ( quantas rodadas podem durar )

embora eu seja extremamente fiel a mísera ideia de que lawrence passaria até da quinta rodada não posso ser imparcial nisso aqui, então vamos aos fatos. lawrence passou dos 40, certo, seu libido tá começando a baixar né, acho que do segundo round ele não passa.

ele já trabalha igual um condenado, tem uma família pra cuidar e os pacientes dele também... ele fica cansado o bixinho, não passa mais do segundo porém quando mais jovem ia a noite toda, direto, sem pausas.

T = Toys ( usam brinquedos? tem alguns? ect )

lawrence não me parece um homem que tem brinquedos ou gosta deles, não tem nada contra, por outro lado. tipo, se você tiver dois ou dez caixas ele não vai dar a mínima, não vai usar em você quando estiverem juntos no começo mas depois se rende a curiosidade e pode usar em você até, mas nele mesmo não. de forma alguma.

U = Unfair ( quão provocante isso pode ficar )

lawrence é um soft dom se você apertar seus olhos e crer no fundo do seu coração, então ele iria provocar bastante sim. só que a provocação dele iria além de negar orgasmos, ele iria tirar suas roupas e puxar seus mamilos com os dedos, te fazendo acreditar que em breve ele iria foder você como nunca antes. deixaria chupões no seu pescoço e iria esfregar seu clitóris de vez em quando, só pra se afastar e mandar você vestir suas roupas.

ele gosta de ver você frustada e implorando pra que ele continue o que já começou, se você implorar direitinho ele até pode ceder, te dobrar na mesa do escritório dele e foder com os seus miolos porém na maioria das vezes ele vai te dar um sorriso maldoso e novamente mandar você se vestir. um completo filho do puta.

V = Volume ( gemidos barulhentos ou grunhidos quase inaudíveis? )

consideravelmente alto, não chega a ser extremamente escandaloso mas se o lugar for silencioso o suficiente seus gemidos ficaram claros como luz do dia. ele tem a voz grave porém seus gemidos são um pouco mais macios que sua voz habitual e fanhos, arranhando a garganta. é super atraente, dá um toque de carência nas carícias dele. lawrence gosta de gemer no seu ouvido pra você o ouvir perfeitamente, ele também costuma sussurrar coisas muito sujas e nessa hora seu tom cai algumas oitavas. "você está desesperada pra ter um filho meu, não é? ", ou então coisas como "se você age como uma vadia sedenta por porra então eu vou te tratar como uma. "

e menção honrosa pra mais um quot onde ele está falando com você durante um boquete: "engole tudo, minha garotinha, eu sei que você aguenta meu pau todinho dentro dessa garganta. não precisa se preocupar com a saliva, não me importo de você se engasgar no meu pau. " saí um pouco do tópico nesse final mas eu precisava e eu sei que ninguém vai me julgar por isso.

W = Wild card ( um headcanon aleatório, cartão livre pra criatividade )

eu sei que já falei sobre a dirty talk do lawrence umas setecentas vezes aqui – inclusive na última categoria que não tinha nada haver – porém eu vou ter que usar esse wild card pra mais menções honrosas ao jeito sujo que esse homem fala:

"essa sua buceta é tão apertadinha... parece até que você é virgem, eu desconfiaria se já não tivesse te comido tantas vezes. "

"tão nova e tão safada - o que deu em você hoje, hein? tá desesperada pelo meu pau batendo na sua cara? quer mais leitinho quente? "

"como você consegue se rebaixar a esse nível? sendo tão submissa por mim; eu teria vergonha se fosse você. mas você não sente vergonha. não é?! "

"se eu soubesse que um dia eu encontraria uma mulher como você então não teria me casado. "

"eu preciso tanto da sua boquinha no meu pau agora. se ajoelha e mama um pouquinho, vai. [...] relaxa! ninguém vai nos ouvir, só se preocupa em me fazer gozar agora. "

X = X-ray ( basicamente como é o formato, tamanho, espessura e afins )

médio porém compensa muito na largura, tô falando sério. algo entre 10 ou 12 quando tiver mole e 14 até 16 quando estiver completamente duro. um pau meio estranho se você for olhar atentamente, branquelo e cheio de veias, a cabecinha meio achatada e só uns três tons de diferença do restante da pau dele, perfeitamente reto por conta do tamanho mas a largura seria surpreendente.

você tem sorte desse homem ser um rei no dedilhado e te preparar todas as vezes antes de vocês forem transar porquê meter esse pau grosso pra dentro a seco é de rasgar qualquer uma.

Y = Yearning ( quão alto pode ser seu desejo sexual? )

alto pra caralhoo, ele pode não durar mais como antigamente só que seu desejo sexual não mudou nada ainda. sente tesão com bastante frequência mas como eu já disse lawrence é um provocador que nega sexo, então eu diria que ele transa com você umas 4 - 5 vezes na semana, ele gostaria que fossem mais. se ele estiver tendo um dia realmente bom então pode rolar mais de uma vez, tipo de manhã cedo quando acordam, no final de tarde e antes de dormir também.

Z = Zzz ( quão rápido caem no sono? )

extremamente rápido. ele confere se está tudo bem com você e imediatamente vai dormir. lawrence gosta de dormir de conchinhas porém se recusa a ser a conchinha menor todas as vezes, se bem que na maioria das vezes vocês iriam parecer dois camarões grudados porquê ele se curva muito, como se estivesse com frio, seria até fofo.

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Russel Adler

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softcallofdutyimagines · 3 years

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Pleaseee do age diference headcannons with the safehouse + weaver, just like the way you did in "more than a woman".

Ps., I love "more than a woman", i think i read about 10 times each cap. Your works are amazing😍

This got so buried and I'm sorry, but this is legit a JUICY ASK

I'm 100% sure that the whole fandom thanks you for your service in sending this ask Anon 😫🙏🏻 Also, thank you!!! I'm so glad you liked it ☺️

Adler

Adler is the type of guy who deep down knows he's getting older, but still wants to act like he's one of the young bucks regardless

So basically, a constant mid life crisis

Anyway, all that to say that while he'd act super chill about having a notably younger S/O, he'd really be pretty self conscious on the inside

He worries about how you feel, and likely succumbs to some sort of made up pressure to desperately hold onto any fleeting remains of youthful features

Which is quite the tall order, given how he already feels about his scars and disfigurement

Moments like that are pretty rare between the two of you however, as he's extremely reluctant to show weakness or insecurities, even to you

Most of the time he just enjoys your company and treats the relationship like any other

Although, he counts himself quite lucky tbh

He never thought he'd get another chance at love after his divorce, let alone with someone so sweet

Hudson

Oh man, Hudson is EXTREMELY self conscious

Before you got together, he was very hesitant to make things official

He's the type to constantly ask for confirmation that you're sure you want to be with him period

Especially considering the age gap

If you're the teasing type, it's pretty easy to fluster him, particularly in public

Calling him daddy will instantly turn him red

He pretends to hate it and tells you to stop, but...

Let's just say, he's happy you're as hard headed as he is

Lazar

Honestly, he's just the complete opposite of Hudson

I'm sorry, but you can't look me in the eye and tell me that Lazar, the king of beef, doesn't love being called daddy and in turn calling you baby

He treats you like royalty, 100%

Even though he'd be just as gentlemanly to someone around his age, he feels extra special that he gets to treat you as his younger s/o

He takes you to tons of fancy places, even including other countries

You are 1000% spoiled and he wouldn't have it any other way

Mason

He's a bit shy, but I'd say he's more so flat out surprised that you'd want to be with him

I guess he's a bit like Hudson in that sense, he's aware he's not really the Ideal Boyfriend as far as personality and so forth, but the age gap is what really sends him for a loop

Mason's never really thought about being with a younger person tbh, he always figured he'd be lucky to get someone around his age in the first place

You guys have that "sparky young kid" and "tired old(er) man" dynamic lmao

At the end of the day, he's just happy to be in a loving, healthy relationship, so if you like pet names or giving him nicknames, it doesn't bother him too much

Park

Honestly, she has NEVER pictured herself in an age difference relationship, let alone as the older one

Like most women, she's not a big fan of being made to feel "old", as it were

However, surprisingly this relationship with you doesn't make her all that self conscious at all tbh

She likes to joke about the age difference usually and will make the occasional joke of basically being your mom

She's not a huge fan of being called mommy or anything, but it doesn't particularly both her as long as it's used sparingly

Usually it just makes her laugh

She is very protective of you too tho, so perhaps it's just a touch fitting

Sims

He is a total sugar daddy about it

Sims doesn't care about money all that much, so he'd much rather spend it on you

The age difference really doesn't bother him either

He's a lot like Park in that he kind of thinks it's just funny

Also, he's super big on nicknames and especially pet names

Definitely doesn't mind if you call him daddy

Just.... Not around anyone he knows, ok?

It's not that he's embarrassed to be with you or anything, it's that he wouldn't want to reveal his soft side in front of his war buddies

Weaver

Weaver isn't ashamed or afraid of the fact that he's getting older, unlike some of the others

However, the concept of being in an age difference relationship is totally foreign to him

He's another one that's already shocked to be found attractive on his own

But considering that he's so much older then you too and you're still not scared off...

He just can't believe it

Weaver falls right into the "daddy" role pretty quick tbh

He's protective by nature, so this is basically just an opportunity to let out his personality and instincts

Weaver is the definition of a silver fox, he's a complete gentleman to you and tries to keep himself looking spiffy for you, especially when you go out together

Woods

Woods is probably the only person on this list who would legit want a relationship with someone younger then him

Not in a weird way of course, it's just that he's far too wired and wild for women his age

His only chance is someone who's just as electric and as much of a kid as he is

If he could find someone like that who would give even him a chance, he'd be impressed and extremely grateful to boot

The relationship is pretty normal tbh, he takes you out to do all kinds of fun stuff

Just as long as you're not too hypered up lol

He does get tired a little faster then he use to, so he'd appreciate it if you don't remind him of it lol

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quizzyisdone · 3 years

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How They Kiss | Safehouse Gang Headcanons

A/N: I was thinking (dangerous, I know) about if I could describe the way that Adler, Woods, Mason, Sims, and Park kisses the partner in just one word. I came up with some headcanons to also explain my line of thinking. For some context, this is when they are in a committed relationship with their partner <3

Warnings: None

Russell Adler:

🚬 Hungrily. To put it lightly, Adler is starved for the love of another human being, and deeply craves the physical affection of someone who cares about him, but will never admit to that, lest his front of stoic gruffness falls down.

🚬 But when he finally is allowed that touch, he melts. Adler pulls you as close as humanly possible, grips you roughly, and his lips move against yours as if it was his last night on Earth, like you were his last meal.

🚬 Despite that physical roughness, something about his demeanor is so tender, so genuine. It’s a juxtaposition, a fight that if he held you too roughly, you’d shatter at his touch, but if he didn’t hold you close enough, you’d disappear from his arms.

🚬 He doesn’t want to hurt you, he wants to protect one of the last few good things he has. Adler knows he doesn’t deserve this happiness, but he cannot stand the thought of you disappearing.

🚬 Adler is not good at verbally expressing how he feels, so the passion behind every fiery kiss is the way he best shows how much you truly mean to him.

Frank Woods:

💥 Passionately. Woods is truly a firecracker, filled to the brim with every emotion known to man, anger, love, lust, sorrow, joy. That emotionality manifests itself in every kiss he gives.

💥 Woods needs you, and has never been afraid to show that through physical affection. He’ll grip your hips, cradle your cheek in his hand, try to be as close to you as humanly possible.

💥 Like Adler, he kisses you like it’s his last night on Earth, You can feel him smile against you as you giggle at his forwardness, so uncharacteristically happy to be in the moment with you.

💥 His hold on you will be rough, the scratchy feeling of his beard tickles your cheek as he cops a feel of whatever part of your body he can find, namely your ass.

💥 Woods’ kisses are always playful, unless he’s been put under extremely stressful situations. Despite his humorous attitude, you will always be able to feel the underlying sweetness in his touch, his complete and utter awe in that without how beautiful and amazing you are, you could’ve had anyone else, yet you chose him.

Alex Mason:

💯 Feverishly. For a man that is normally so serious, who must constantly bear the weight of his past on his shoulders, there’s something about the way he kisses that is so eager, so revitalizing.

💯 When he kisses you, that’s when his walls crumble down. To allow that vulnerability is scary, yet Mason allows himself to succumb. It's exciting to feel this way again, it feels like a rebirth to feel the touch of another person in a romantic context.

💯 There's a rushed sort of enthusiasm in his kiss as his past just seems to melt away. Mason had no idea just how much he craved these moments until you came along. His five o clock shadow scratches at your face as he just gives this huge smile against your lips.

💯 He’s just so damn happy. This man never thought he could ever be so exuberant over something so simple. You can feel the underlying sorrow that is so evident in his demeanor just slip away as he holds you so close.

Lawrence Sims:

🔧 Sweetly. Sims is so ridiculously caustic and jaded from life that no one would ever expect him to be so sweet and gentle when he finds himself in the embrace of someone he loves. His tongue may joke and be oh-so sarcastic, but his kiss is just dripping with sickly sweet love.

🔧 He’s a very kind, altruistic man underneath all those layers, before the world forced him to erect these walls around himself. His job forces him to keep those up, to remain detached, so to feel that crumble is a privilege few besides you will ever see.

🔧 Sims’ hold on you will be unlike the others, who at times will grip you so tightly you’ll feel like you can’t move (But why would you want to?) He knows you won’t leave him, that you won’t hurt him. For him to have the confidence in you is the greatest expression of love. There’s no reason to be possessive, he only wants to show you how much he loves you.

🔧 He’ll cup your cheeks in both of your hands, absentmindedly thumbing over any perceived imperfections on your face, whether it’d be a scar or something he knows you’re insecure about, to let you know how beautiful you are in his eyes.

🔧 Sims just wants to make you feel loved, and he’s so damn good at it too. You couldn’t be with a kinder man.

Helen Park:

🔪 Tenderly. Park so rarely ever gets these sweet moments alone. She’s emotional, and unlike the others she’s not afraid to show it. The problem is that first and foremost, her job comes first, and that emotionality cannot find itself bleeding into her work. So, when the work is finally over or at least has paused, she savors every little kiss.

🔪 She tries to draw it out as long as possible, Park doesn’t mean for her grip to be so harsh, but by God, she doesn’t want this moment to end. All she really wants is for her worries to melt away, and she finds that in your kiss.

🔪 Her lips are just so damn soft too, you could kiss them all day! She'll be a bit cheeky and grab the belt loops on your jeans to press you against her, she'll smile and moan into the kiss to let you know how much she needs you in just about every sense of the word.

🔪 Park feels safe in your arms, and when she feels a bit vulnerable, you'll feel her just shrink into your arms, allowing herself to be protected instead of taking on a protector role. For her, allowing someone to take the reins where she'd otherwise be control is a better way to say "I love you and I trust you." than actually saying it.

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Goodbye rose | Woods x Bell!Reader

It wasn't easy for him to look at the grave of someone he loved. A grave that was only known to the closest ones, and those closest ones were Mason and him.

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Woods and Adler found them heavily wounded. And when they patched them up and interrogated, Woods knew they didn't want to cooperate and that's what he knew, but why did they started cooperate after being that tough, Woods didn't know.

He was told to take an eye on them, just for the safety. They were even on few missions together, and they were perfectly synchronized, like they were one. Frank started loving that from the first day and he started having crush on them, and that crush slowly started to grow into love towards Bell.

"Hey Bell, you're looking great today." - "Watch yourself kid! Don't be so reckless, there are people who care for you." - "It suits you Bell." and sometimes when he's frustrated like he was on a mission he sometimes tells them to keep their mouth shut - "Not a fucking word Bell."

Yes, for Woods, they were wonderful and he didn't care for their past, but yet, Adler did care. And because of his obsession for hunting Perseus down, he started doing sick experiments from the day they have found Bell, or that's what he called them. Park, Hudson, Sims, Lazar and Adler knew about those experiments. Why didn't they told about it to Mason and Woods?

Well they knew even if it was good for them, Mason and Woods wouldn't tolerate abusing with experiments on anyone. They never done that in their career, only Mason went through it, and Woods had rough time with Mason because of that.

After the mission on Solovatsky, Frank noticed that Adler came back without Bell, and it gave him an alarm in his head. Before they went back, he ran away to the place where Adler and Bell went together only to see her shot in head near the cliff.

"No..no, no,no Bell, hey, don't leave me." there was no response, no chance of survival even if Woods was hoping for that 1 of a 1.000.000 for surviving the shot, but nothing. He promised himself that he would come back with Mason and dig them a grave worthy of a human being and he left their body laying there.

When they came back to safehouse and when he saw so many reports and writings for sick experiments that were done on Bell, he felt anger, madness and he was known that he can't control his temper.

"You son of a bitch!! What have you done?!!! You should've done that. They were humans like we are, they have deserved better than anyone else!!!" Frank said it while Alex was trying to separate him from hitting Adler with a bat. "I cared, Mason cares!!! So why did you killed her?!!!

"Frank enough!!!" Alex separated him from Adler and took his bat from him. Woods couldn't watch anymore so he went to his room. Everyone were looking at Adler who barely stood up from the ground after Woods has beaten him. He would say so many things to Woods but it would only get worse, so he just stayed back from him.

Park, however, wanted to check on Frank so she slowly knocked on his door. While she was waiting, she heard gasps and crying, and she couldn't believe that Frank, even if he's stone from the outside, he is soft and cares about people. When he opened the door, tears were falling over already tear-stained cheeks.

"Frank..I"

"Don't need it. This would be our last day together. I'm going on retirement." And he picked his bags and left the safehouse for good.

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Month has passed and he came back to Solovatsky, back to that cliff. And still, they were there laying intact. He's eyes once again were filled with tears. How could someone kill a person who saved your life so many times? And the answer was always the same, only monsters could.

He finished digging their grave and when he put them in, he put with them their notebook they always carried with themselves, and covered them by the same dirt he digged. After that, he put the sign he made at home on their grave. He didn't know anything about them, not even their last name, so he compromised.

1947-1981

"Here lies Bell Woods who was known for bravery and who was willing to sacrifice their life for others."

"Goodbye little rose. I wish I was the one laying here instead of you. You had more will for life than I have, but you protected who you wanted, and one of those people is me. Thank you for that, and I wish we could have lived our lives together. I need to go back home, but wherever I go now, it feels empty without you." And Woods stood up leaving their grave with rose on it for the rest of his life. It didn't take long, maybe 6 months before he passed away from a broken heart.

Story request by: @lifeisnotreality

#call of duty #cod #black ops cold war #call of duty black ops cold war #frank woods #russell adler #helen park #sims lawrence cod #jason hudson #alex mason cod #frank woods x reader #cod bocw

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lifeonthemurdersim · 7 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Boyfriend to Death (Visual Novels) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Lawrence Oleander/Reader Characters: Lawrence Oleander, Reader Additional Tags: Hanahaki Disease, Stockholm Syndrome, Lima Syndrome, Insanity, Sex, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Behavior Summary:

Lawrence Oleander isn’t too good with people. He doesn't sleep when most do. His sanity and grip on reality is highly questionable.

But what he does know is plants.

So when you, his captive, start coughing up flower petals, the situation only serves to perplex you both.

This is a close-to-canon rewrite story with reader developing something akin to Hanahaki Disease. The first 3 chapters follow a route of the game and after that it will deviate.

Second person so no gendered pronouns, but reader has breasts, a vulva and vagina in the sex scene so I've marked as F/M for that reason. They are also referred to as "Violet" throughout though it is stated not to be their real name.

Rated explicit for canon violence/gore/fear etc. and at least one eventual smut scene.

#hanahaki disease #hanahaki #boyfriend to death #boyfriend to death 2 #lawrence oleander #lawrence oleander x reader #boyfriend to death fanfic #murder sim #btd #btd2 #btd 2

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animefreak1145 · 2 years

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The Golden Band(Adler x Bell!Reader)(Oneshot)

Word Count: 11.2k

Summary: Adler is beginning to notice that Bell has a growing fixation on certain objects and actions.

A married couple. A doting mother to her child. The pauses towards jewelry stores when they pass them.

And all he can think is: Shit.

Warnings/Tags: Mature Warning, 1983, Established!Adler x Bell, Hints of Woods x Bell, Implied Sexual Content, Some Sexual Content, Past!Brainwashing, Post!Solovetsky, Pre!1984 Events, Fluff

A/N: This was supposed to be 3k or 6k at most. This is a bad habit. Enjoy!

Russian Translation:

My love- моя любовь(moya lyubov)

Handsome—красивый (krasivyy)

Beautiful—красивая (krasivaya)

Russell—Рассел (Rassel)

My Russell- мой Рассел (moy)

My dear Russell-голубушка, рассел (galoobooshka Rassel)

Sweetheart- лапушкаka (lapooshka)

My Sweetheart- моя лапушкаka (moya lapooshka)

Baby- крошка (kroshka)

Shit-дерьмо (der’mo)

Good morning-доброе утро (dobroye utro)

Thank you-Спасибо (spasibo)

Adler awoke to his ringing alarm with a grunt, the sound grinding his ears and making you give a disgruntled closed mouth groan beside him. You turned to face him as he turned it off, blinking his eyes blearily and automatically wrapping an arm around your waist as you laid your head on his shoulder near his neck and a hand to his chest, your breath slowly coming out from deep sleep. The curtains of their room still hid the darkness of the upcoming morning, that and it is still the hour of dawn as Adler laid on his back, rubbing your waist that was covered by his shirt from last night. Adler leaned his head atop yours, glancing at your form with eyes still in the sleepy haze and soft as they roved at how his turtleneck seemed to swallow you and how your hair was up and awry with an affectionate tired smile.

You always seemed to enjoy his turtleneck, as evidenced by last night. He inhaled you deeply just as you sighed, the breath hitting his neck and him giving you a small peck to your temple before checking the time again with a squint of his eyes and sighing at what he saw. He shifted under you slightly, you releasing another petulant sound from the back of your throat even when he grazed a kiss to your ear and hand lowering to rub at your bare thighs from under the covers.

“Time to get up, sweetheart,” he said, voice thick with sleep and feeling dry even with clearing his throat and giving you another but firmer kiss to the side of your head with your disheveled hair. You frowned with a sleepy whine, nuzzling against his neck and wrapping your arms around him and getting half on top of him which made him chuckle good naturedly as he rubbed your bare skin of your leg. Bell always hates the morning. “We can’t be late,” he said and giving your thigh a squeeze before slowly shifting out from under you and the air immediately attacking him after sitting up and the warmth from you disappeared. “I’ll set the coffee up while you get a few more minutes.”

Once he finished up with the coffee, you eventually went down the stairs, your hair still up and your eyes squinting everywhere like an upset cat with his shirt reaching the top of your upper thighs and leaving little to the imagination. He passed you your mug how you liked it when you reached the kitchen counter, you grabbing it with a mumbled “Спасибо” in thanks, the spasibo sounding slurred. You taking a sip, a lazy smile on your lips and eyes brightening like they always do when he does your coffee right. He doesn’t know why, the way you like it is simple although high blood sugar inducing. He’s not one who forgets.

You leaned up to give him a kiss, but due to you still awakening you missed and got the corner of his lips on his scarred side instead, his lips quirked all the same.

Cute.

“доброе утро,” you greeted, before moving onto cook both of them a quick breakfast like always, him giving the greeting back and calling you lapooshka, ‘sweetheart’ in your mother tongue just how you like it as you hummed. Giving him his plate before settling next to him with your own as he gave his thanks while putting a hand to your bare knee, the other to his utensils and his eyes to the newspaper to read anything he’s missed while they quietly ate.

After they finished and went to get dressed, you called his name from their bathroom as he was about to put on his tie, his shirt still not fully buttoned as he went to check on you. Only to see you in your underwear while scrutinizing yourself in the mirror. His eyes roved down, him moving to lean against the doorframe as he stared in appreciation gleaming in his eyes.

“Called for me?”

“Yes, I called for you. Look what happened,” you pointed at the slope of your neck, his eyes going towards it before seeing what you meant as you put a hand to your face. “How am I supposed to hide that? I don’t think I have a collar high enough to do it. . .”

Adler shrugged, eyes canvassing the other marks left on your body due to him.

“You can always wear a turtleneck.” You shot him an unamused look which just made his lips upturn to a smirk. “Don’t know why you’re looking at me like that. You’re not the only one who has to deal with it.” Your eyes wandered to his neck where his collar was still open, eyes widening in realization with a small ‘oh’ and a hint of a smile that he caught. Him coming towards you and trapping you against the sink with your chest to his as you asked what he was doing hands to his chest, his lips grazing your own as he answered. “Nothing. Just find it funny you’re here complaining while I’m planning to wear mine like a badge of honor.”

You shook your head, laughing when he did a light kiss to the mark and putting your hands from his chest to behind his neck.

“You can be such an ass.”

You did a light squeal when he put you atop the sink, hands on your thighs once more and doing an appreciative squeeze.

“Only the special kind for you, sweetheart,” he toned lowly to your ear as you shivered before he gave you a kiss to your lips, tasting you and you doing the same before you pulled back to lay your forehead against his, eyes staring at him with a humored gleam.

“Who’s making who late now?”

He huffed at you, before letting you go after a nip to your sassy mouth. Eventually the both of you getting dressed and Adler telling you to just use one of your turtlenecks, he can find an excuse for you that you’ve been feeling cold lately if anyone says anything to the more casual wear when it comes to Langley. The both of you left and arrived in Langley, separating to their separate floors with a hand squeeze and than they were off. At least until lunch.

Adler focused on his work, going through files and possible evidence of what Perseus—which they have figured out is more an organization than a man—might be planning next and where. Except he noticed his mood was a bit lighter than usual as he smoked his cigarette and scanned words and events. Still feeling the focus and need to catch the fuckers, but his shoulders feel less tense. It’s something he began to take note of after he and Bell got together after wise time apart after Solovetsky, but he feels the power you have over him stronger today for some reason.

At the thought of your pouting face due to the hickey on your neck, he smirked around his cigarette and it still remained even after exhaling the smoke.

Others noted the change around him as of late, but no one dared to ask. At least the ones here. Except for the one.

“You’re looking chipper this morning,” called out Hudson as he stood in the open door frame of Adler’s office. Adler doing a distracted hum, putting out his cigarette and motioned for Hudson to come in for whatever he wants. Because it sure isn’t about his mood. The man just isn’t like that, which Adler can respect. Always straight to the point and focused on the mission more than a hawk in a hunt for it’s chosen quarry. Hudson closed the door, but stayed standing as he stood in front of his desk and handing him a file that Adler took easily. “Some of our team had discovered a string of operations that Perseus had planned in our side of the yard so to speak,” Hudson nodded at the files, crossing his arms as Adler’s lips pressed together, seeing the cities that are clearly of the United States as he flipped through the papers. “The string, as one can imagine, leads us back to Europe. Where some of our agents that are in NATO are already starting to set up there.”

“You said had,” Adler noted, putting down the file and glancing up at the man with his trusted aviators. “Does that mean those operations already happened or we were able to find future ones?”

Hudson released a heavy sigh Adler felt his light mood slowly start to fade.

Hudson began to explain the string found in different facilities from training facilities to some prison transports were ones that already occurred. And they could not find information of more that could happen in their soil, but they’re currently working on it when Adler questioned him. As well as answering on where does this leave Adler since Hudson brought this up.

“Due to all this, and the NATO team needing a guiding hand since Perseus’s main focus seems to be there, I’m planning on sending you to Europe.” Adler tipped his head forward in a semblance of a nod, figuring as much. Hudson’s expression seemed to shift as his gaze focused down on him as he stood, dropping his arms down to his sides. “Bell is staying here.”

Adler cocked a careful brow over his aviators, leaning back against his chair.

“Didn’t expect her to.” He never expects you to follow him everywhere. However, he does trust your skill set particularly. “But I expect you’re leaving her here for a reason?”

“She’s important in decoding the next possible string of operations Perseus has planned,” Hudson explained, tone neutral yet Adler couldn’t help but let his lips twitch. Of course Hudson praises you outside your hearing. Odd how if it’s just decoding that he needs you here though. He can spot Hudson’s eyes narrow at his humor behind his dark shades but continues. “Not only the ones here, but also for the ones in Europe and I’m planning to send her to the ones in the States once she unearths their plans.”

Adler hummed, seeing the need for you to stay.

“Someone sounds confident.” Hudson didn’t give much a reaction besides a mild curl of the lip at Adler’s pleased amusement. Adler than straightened, leaning forward on the desk and looking at the file once more. “Leaving her here and having me leave to a shitty safehouse. Should I be concerned about the distance?” He knows that his decision back than has been respected, eventually anyways with Hudson and his crabby attitude while Black’s was more cool silence with equally cool words. The change is evidenced by Hudson actually giving you credit, but never to your face. You look at Adler like he grew a second head each time he tells you when it’s just them Hudson actually gave you a compliment, face doubtful. At Hudson’s lack of reaction besides giving him an unamused look, Adler continued. “When’s my flight exactly?”

“A month.” At Adler’s eyes darting to his in question at the length, Hudson gave him a careful look. “It will give enough time for you to finish up what you have here for the time being since you just arrived a few days ago. And it’s enough time for Bell to decode the operation.”

So he hasn’t given it to Bell yet? But that’s not what he focused on. Hudson is acting oddly, Adler observed with a slight crinkle to his brow as he looked up at the man.

“I’m gathering it’s going to be a long operation.”

He didn’t say it like a question. Hudson nodded.

“You’re going to be in Europe for awhile. We need your eyes back up there.” It’s not surprising and Adler wants to go as quickly as possible to stop Perseus but he can recognize what Hudson’s trying to do. And it’s off putting to say the least. Hudson spotted Adler’s scrutiny, releasing a small huff out his nose. “I’m not blind, Adler. I, as well as everyone else here, can see how you and Bell have this. . .magnetizing bond,” the man settled with a motion of his hand as Adler stared. “But you and I both understand what’s at stake, Russ. I’ll give you what you need till than.”

Hudson hit his head and thinks the sky is purple. That’s the only explanation for the man’s rare kindness. Despite the man eventually accepting Bell, and even a harder time accepting him and Bell together, the man still won’t what someone might call their biggest fan in being a couple.

Once Hudson motioned for him to come with him to hand Bell the files, with his planned lunch break with you near either way, they walked through the halls and elevator till they were in your department. Only to see you not at your desk and talking to a woman who had a kind smile on her face, a bag in her hands as you did a motion to the elevators they just came out of. Adler heard Hudson’s breath hitch next to him.

“Jenny?”

The woman turned her face away from yours, the both of you now facing the two men as the others in the office openly stared with a mix of grins and smiles on their faces.

The woman’s smile, if possible, brightened more and lit up her face.

“Jason!” She went straight towards the shocked man, giving him a hug which he reciprocated after the shock going away at seeing his wife here. Adler stepped aside, instead focusing on you and his mood lightening once more, stepping to your side as you gave him an acknowledging soft glance before focusing back on the pair as he did the same, Hudson questioning on Jenny’s appearance at his work. “Oh please! I wanted to surprise you. Here,” the woman handed him the bag she had, which Hudson opened, seemed too at a loss to think to take this to a more private setting for once and revealed quite an expensive watch as the man could only stare. The woman wrung her hands nervously, a smile on her face. “You like it? I saw you staring at it once and I just felt it would be perfect for today of all days.”

He heard Bell murmur something about the woman saying to you about being Hudson’s wife, which he confirmed as he stood next to you, brushing his arm against yours as you leaned against a desk. You whispering to him once more you didn’t expect such a woman for someone like Hudson, which Adler chuckle good naturedly and about to reply only for Hudson to seem to snap out of his stupor and stare at his wife before grabbing her waist and giving her a kiss. The office whooped at that, seeing someone like Hudson like that a rarity and even Adler showed his surprise as his brows rose as you gasped softly next to him.

Hudson pulled away from the kiss, giving everyone a heated glare as his wife’s head leaned against his chest, his hand to her neck to hold her there.

“What’s got all of you gawking?” He asked sharply. “Get back to work! Now!”

No one had to be told twice, heads bowing and scurrying to their desks. You and Adler still stared though, as Hudson gave his thanks to his wife with a small peck to the forehead and her eyes glimmering lovingly up at him as she told him ‘Happy Anniversary.’

Well, that explains it. No wonder Hudson is acting nice.

Seeing that Hudson was distracted, Adler turned towards you to ask what you would want to eat for lunch only for you to have a dazed look in your eye as you stared at Hudson and his wife. Lost in thought.

“So even Hudson can look like that. . .”

Adler glanced at the couple before turning towards you, giving a light shrug and putting an arm behind you on the desk you were leaning against.

“That man has a heart. Just buried under the need to be an ass as well as having a stick up his own.”

You pulled your lips between your teeth, distracted.

“They just—they look real happy. You should’ve seen Mrs. Hudson when she came in here. Wanting someone to guide her to his office. Even saying he probably won’t like her in here but she didn’t want to wait anymore.”

Adler turned his gaze to you, giving a hum in acknowledgment at your words as he stared down at you. Something tugging on his mind and gut about you acting strangely.

“It is their Anniversary.”

You repeated the word in a low quiet murmur, to yourself as you bowed your head to look at the ground and played with the collar of your turtleneck. And than he saw it, his mind stopping as he stiffened as if ice poured over him, noticing the interesting way your lips pulled into a hopeful ardor smile and how your eyes had a look where you were seeing something that wasn’t here.

The empty space of his ring finger that’s been bare for years burned.

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Adler did his best to ignore what he saw that day, because he does not know how to tell Bell it’s something that he’s done and now it’s gone. But incidents kept occurring, incidents he now noticed that he realizes there were past ones, where he would see that interesting unique look you had when a hint of commitment is being shown. Or of a future that actually doesn’t involve both of them constantly leaving in missions, which he will have to do in a few weeks time.

He hasn’t told you yet, even when Hudson gave you the files you need to decode that day, too distracted and trying to find a way to have a talk with you. Because this is integral to talk about.

But than you would make stray comments when they watched T.V. for once, about couples in whatever show and movie on. Like The Great Gasby, as you leaned on his shoulder on the couch with his arm around you with a blanket over both of them.

“I just don’t understand why Daisy just leaves Gatsby like that,” you grumble on his shoulder, mad at the woman who basically had a hand in Gatsby’s ruin. “She clearly loved him but she chose to be with that horrible дерьмо like Tom instead.”

Adler thought of the plot, staring at how Gatsby’s played by Robert Redford(he remembers the first time you saw the actor, you got excited and called him Adler’s twin. He doesn’t see it. You called him the better twin either way.) floated in the reddening pool. He put a hand to your head, fingers caressing your hair.

“She chose what she wished. Some people are just set in their ways. Even love can’t change that.”

Adler looked down at you, only to see your eyes swim with pity at the screen and making Adler’s mouth quietly shut at what he wanted to bring up.

“That’s so sad,” you say with sympathy before turning your head to look directly at him with a smile. “Good thing you weren’t quite set in yours, right?” You pecked his cheek and Adler did his best to not let his growing guilt show by keeping his face carefully neutral.

Another time was when they both got out of work, two of you gathering groceries only for your attention to be grabbed as they walked through the aisles with his tease fresh to you about to not make your solyanka dish too sour this time but your eyes turned distracted towards a crying child at the end of the aisle. The mother, he imagines, kneeled in front of the kid. Telling him sweet words they can get something later and if he would want ice cream instead after they finish here. The child, wet with tears and snot, did a loud sniffle with a hand to his face before nodding slightly. The mother breaking out into a smile, the child doing a shaky one as well before grabbing his mother’s outstretched hand and continued their shopping.

Adler stared at the two a moment longer, before glancing down at you. And you had that look to you again, as you leaned against the shopping cart with a hand holding your head. A distant yet wistful look, one that looked eerily similar to how you looked at him back than—before he wisened up and finally was able to confess.

“Kids sure can get rowdy at that age,” he decided to comment, grabbing an item from the shelves as if to look at it but his eyes were on you under his glasses. “But also easy to please. Reminds me of someone.”

You blinked, shooting him a look of offense with no heat. It made him smirk at you with a cocked brow.

“Ass,” you called, trying to hold back a smile and failing before looking at the item in his hand and asking if he wanted pickles. Adler putting it back with a shake of his head that maybe they can have a barbecue one day to buy it. You accepted the excuse easily, moving the cart but you had that look again before you glanced at him with a small smile. “That implies you’re good with kids, doesn’t it?”

He tilted his head. Guess it does.

“Not exactly, sweetheart. Kids can be hard to handle. Even for me.”

You snorted, raising an eyebrow at him in disbelief as they moved to another aisle and passed others.

“America’s Monster defeated by a child’s teary face and toys being thrown at him? What would people think?” He put a hand under your chin, making you momentarily stop with the cart as he gave you a gentle but silencing kiss. You looked at him oddly when he pulled back. “What was that?”

He shot you a ghost of a smile, teasing.

“Can’t exactly hear what people may think if the one who knows is too busy with her mouth doing other things.”

He really wants you to drop it.

You thankfully fell for the bait with a loud gasp in mock anger, smacking his shoulder with a call of his name that you use in your accent but you were open in a way where he wants to make sure you always keep it. After everything. Especially after everything.

The pit in his stomach only rose.

Growing after comments that seem innocent enough but Adler knows how little meaningless comments can actually be anything but. With purpose and thought, no matter how slight. Sometimes it’s not even comments, it’s how you would have that stare that looked faraway, looking like as if you were biting the inside of your cheek as you did so. A look in your eyes when they passed by a jewelry store and you looking a little too long. It looked too much like before.

But, like you, he seems to be following a similar pattern on how he acted before.

He still hasn’t told you about the mission he’ll be leaving for. It’s been two weeks done and gone.

The pit that was rising in his stomach dropped suddenly, when you answered a phone call to their landline. Your face instantly brightening to an excited grin.

“Frank!”

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You felt like your grin was too wide on your cheeks, but you didn’t care.

Frank’s call revealed that he’s back down here for awhile, him being gone for a long period of time and wants to play catch up with you and Russell. After you asked if Alex could join like old times, Frank asked you in mock offense if he’s just fucking chopped liver. You denying it with a laugh as Russell listened in, his face neutral as Frank answered through the receiver that Alex just wants to spend time with his family which you understood. You were trying to think on what day and time they can all meet up before Russell casually took the phone from you, greeting Frank cooly before saying they should call up Sims to see too so they can all get together. Something that made you bounce more in excitement when the plans were forming.

Russell rose a brow at you but stayed silent next to you as they sat in the bustling but quieting diner in downtown that had leaves from fall sporadically in the streets, managing to get the table as lunch rush was slowing down as they waited for Frank and Sims.

“Someone’s excited,” he commented.

You turned your smile towards him, Adler could’ve been blinded if he wasn’t careful, even with his shades. But you couldn’t help it! It’s been so long since they’ve seen Frank!

“Of course I am! How long has it been? Six or seven months? It’s hard to get us all together like this.” You sighed, leaning against your seat as you felt Russell’s arm behind you on the booth shift so you could sit more comfortably with his hand grazing your shoulder. “Shame though that Alex couldn’t make it. It’d be like a whole reunion—well, except Park. But it’d be a CIA reunion if he could’ve came.”

Russell shrugged lightly next to you, idly watching behind his shades the waitresses and waiters come and go as well as some of the lingering customers in the other tables.

“He’s got a lot in his hands. Besides, of course he’ll choose his family immediately when he comes back. He already spends enough of his time in missions,” Russell said, before shaking his head. “It’s a lot to balance. Especially in our kind of work. It’s amazing he can do it at all.”

You frowned, glancing at Russell before looking away.

“Right. . .”

Hearing your pensive tone, Russell turned a questioning look towards you. He sighed, moving to check his watch as he muttered that Sims should’ve came by now.

You looked around the diner, before practically jumping out your seat as you spotted who came into the restaurant and walking towards the booth—or rather, sauntering.

“Frank!” You would’ve knocked the man over from your hug if the man was smaller, but all he did was do a surprised grunt and a hearty chuckle as he slowly returned the hug around your shoulders.

“Damn Bell,” he said to your ear before he pulled back just as you did, his hands on your shoulders as he did an amused grin underneath his scruffily trimmed beard. Your hands were still on his shoulders that were covered with a dark gray jacket and underneath having a blue and white plaid shirt with jeans to match the outfit and black boots. “If I didn’t know any better, you were aiming to do a pinning move on me.”

You laughed, stepping back as Russell stepped over—him standing up soon after you got out your seat and watching the interaction with an unreadable look on his face besides an amused arch of the brow at Frank’s words.

Frank’s eyes focused on Russell, his grin settling into more of a coy smirk as he stepped forward

“If ain’t Russell fuckin Adler.” He reached a hand that Russell took firmly and with a twitch of scarred lips. “Still got those glasses glued to your face. When you gonna get that looked at?”

“Around the same time you get that bush for a beard looked at,” Russell retorted easily, making Frank snort and you lightly laugh.

The three of you settled back into the booth, interestingly Russell wishing to you to take the inside instead of him. You just give him a questioning glance, Russell only giving you an answering stare before you went in and Russell put his arm behind you again with his hand brushing against the curve of your neck and shoulder. The three of you began to talk about the past few months with only a comment from Frank that he’s surprised Sims didn’t make it before him with Russell checking his watch again with a frown before you stated that he probably got stuck in traffic or something. The three of you ordered only drinks, wishing to wait for Sims until they ordered as they lightly conversed about the work you and Russell were doing with Perseus. From your coding and Russell’s watchful reading until they get deployed for another mission.

You took note that Russell wanted to move on from them towards Frank, sitting across in the middle as he loudly scoffed and leaned back against his seat, arms spread wide with ankle atop his knee.

“Same old, same old with me. Sticking bullets in heads that need a little metal in their brains to stop being little shits.”

“I don’t think that helps them stop being shits, though,” you say, grinning as Russell started to play with a piece of your hair by your neck and Frank snorted again with a matching grin of his own as he leaned forward against the table.

“Ain’t that the truth. Still stink up the place too somehow with their fellow rats that just love to fuck everyone and everything around them.”

Russell turned his eyes towards Frank.

“Heard you were dealing with cartels in Nicaragua. A growing name keeps coming up there.” Frank met Russell’s gaze and away from your own as Russell took a sip of his drink, twirling a strand of your hair lazily, before continuing, “Menendez. Thought that was handled before?”

Frank shrugged.

“It’s his son.” Russell hummed in attention but Frank continued with another half shrug. “Hopefully he doesn’t do something stupid like his old man. He’s lucky to be even fuckin’ alive. But I wasn’t there for that—they may be trying to rise back again but there’s plenty of others that are on top that are making too much of a mess.”

Russell nodded as you listened, before he checked his watch with the hand that was playing with your hair before sighing and looking between the two of you.

“I’m gonna call Sims. He’s taking too long.” He gave your shoulder a squeeze before sliding out the booth with a subtle nod to Frank and stepped out the diner, already dialing on the large clunky phone he took out his pocket and standing outside the diner.

“Weird how Sims is taking a bit,” you comment with a concerned frown. You hope he’s alright. His flight landed earlier based on the earlier call so it’s not that.

You stared at Russell’s back, favorite tan jacket facing you as he stood out in the sidewalk with the phone.

“I’m sure he’s fine. Maybe he can’t make it.” Your frowned deepened at that as you turned back to Frank who took a sip of his beer, knowing Russell would want to see his best friend. Frank lowered the bottle, putting his attention towards you. “How are you, Bell?”

Your lips turned up into a half smile.

“Thought you already asked me that.”

Frank waved his hand flippantly.

“That was work shit. I ain’t here to keep talking about stuff I live through every day. How are you?”

You chuckled at his words but felt the warmth behind them. Despite Frank’s at times vulgar words and brash attitude, he cares deeply for the ones he chooses. You always appreciated that about him.

“I’m fine,” you say, leaning in against the table with crossed arms. “I like it when it’s quiet and just in one place for once that’s longer than just a week.”

“Ain’t that the truth.” Frank looked over at you, gaze traveling from your content face to the strand Russell was playing with out from its style to your hands before looking up again with a teasing grin rising on his lips. “And how are you and Robert Redford’s twin over there? Only about amount of time till you actually can hear church bells and everybody gets to throw rice at you saps.”

Your expression turned strained as you looked away, quickly trying to hide it by raising a hand to lean on your head with fingers hiding your mouth as you looked back at the entrance of the diner to see Russell begin to pace some as he spoke on the phone.

Frank noticed, his brows furrowing.

“Hey,” he called with his gravel voice as you looked back at him, frowning under his beard at your somber expression. “Hey, what’s wrong? You guys fighting or something? He sure didn’t act like it. . .” Frank muttered lowly to himself with a glance towards the entrance as you shook your head and sighed, dropping your head against your hands. He looked back at you, leaning forward against the table as he gripped his beer. “Okay, than what? He better be treating you right, Bell. Especially after everything.”

Frank’s tone had a hint of danger mixed with protectiveness which you didn’t blink at. Frank and Alex were pissed when they found out about what happened to you—they already were protective before but those two seemed to have increased it after that. They were bewildered like everyone else when you and Russell decided to tell everyone about you two, that you both got together. You guys aren’t exactly a rom com couple. But they, like everyone else, saw you guys loved each other despite what happened before.

“It’s just. . .” You sighed, as you closed your eyes and continued holding your head. “. . . I don’t think Russell wants to marry me.”

“He doesn’t want to what?! Why?”

“I just don’t think he doesn’t want to marry.” You lifted your head slightly, looking at Frank’s bewildered and irritated scowl. “He’s. . . been acting weird. I’ve been throwing hints for awhile and I think he’s noticed.”

“Like what kind of hints?”

You released a breath, lifting your head as you leaned it back against the seat.

“Just—you know, how certain married couples look. Certain scenes in movies. Random families with kids or even me pausing to look at a jewelry store.” Your gaze looked at Frank’s sobered expression, his brows furrowed as he looked down at the table . “He knows. He tries to change the subject or distract me and thinks I don’t notice. I just. . .don’t even try to bring it up. I can understand why he wouldn’t want to.”

Frank’s gaze darted towards yours.

“Why he—why he wouldn’t want to? Why wouldn’t he want to. . .?! Nothing’s wrong with you, Bell—“

“That’s not it,” you cut off softly. “I know it’s not me. I just. . . think he doesn’t want to do that again.”

Frank’s expression soured once more, his eyes moving towards the entrance to find Russell again only to mutter a curse. You followed his gaze to see that Russell wasn’t there. Something must’ve happened. Russell would’ve told you though.

Maybe he just started pacing for longer steps?

You frowned, thinking that odd only to blink when Frank stood and motioned his head and hand for you to take to rise out your seat.

“Come on,” he says at your confused look, a sharp grin growing on his lips that spelled trouble but promised fun. “He ditched us so let’s ditch back. There’s an arcade right across from here. We’ll be able to see when he comes back if we play by the windows.”

You had a small smile on your face as you looked up at Frank, who’s brows arched as he looked down at you, patiently waiting for you to take his hand.

You took it, his grin widening and helping you get up as you had a teasing gleam in your eyes.

“Thought I was the nerd?”

“You are. This is for you, not me.” You let go as the two of you left the diner, throwing him an unbelieving look as Frank’s brows furrowed. “What? It is.”

“Uh huh. So you’re saying I’m gonna beat you in Enduro and Boxing?”

Frank scoffed loudly, mixing with a laugh as they crossed the street towards the arcade. You looking and scanning the sidewalk to see Russell wasn’t anywhere. Maybe he’s talking in the car.

“Already shit talking, Bell? We didn’t even start yet.”

“Well, it is because I’m better at it than you aren’t I? Naturally nerds are more advanced than a regular old man like you.”

“Hey!” Frank opened the door for you but did it violently after you said those words, looking offended as your grin widened, amused. You walking in and Frank going back to your side with a mock glare. “Take that back. I still got it. I’m so going to kick your ass.”

You threw him an arrogant look.

“We’ll see. Maybe they’ll have mannequins in the back to take out your anger after your loss.”

“Oh, shut the fuck up and play me.”

The both of you went to a game by the window to look out into the street, choosing the race car game as Frank took out quarters and the played as you focused while Frank kept his narrowed eyes on the screen with a very concentrated look on his face that made you laugh. Your shoulders feeling lighter although Frank’s shoulder would try to push against you to distract you and you lose your grip as he cursed as he was losing which made you laugh more as you taunted him. And you won, obviously. To Frank’s displeasure based on his low mutters that these machines make you need glasses anyways.

The two of you were in the sitting area by the doors, able to see if Russell comes by. At the thought of Russell, your relaxed expression turned sad acceptance again. You felt Frank’s stare on you.

“Why do you think he won’t want to, Bell? Cause he already did it? ” You stayed silent, staring at your shoes as you nodded. Frank tsked, his elbows on his knees as he tried to catch your eyes. “Listen, I don’t know what he’s thinking if that’s the case. Divorced, single, widowed or whatever the fuck—anyone who’s got their head screwed on straight would marry you, Bell.”

The words were meant as a comfort. But it just made your heart pang as you moved your eyes to the side to meet Frank’s deep sincere blue with a sad smile.

“Thank you, Frank,” putting a hand to his broad tense shoulder and him letting you as he searched your eyes, before he frowned at what he saw. “You always know what to say. But I only want Russell to marry me. Not anyone. And I don’t think he will. Which is fine, I get it. He got really hurt last time. . . It’ll . . . It’ll bring back memories that I won’t want him to go through.” You than stood, facing an unreadable Frank who appeared tense. “I’m going to use the bathroom real quick. I’ll be right back.”

You turned away quickly before Frank could see your watery eyes, stuffing clenching hands in your pockets and heading towards the restroom at the back.

You know you probably won’t get it.

But, like always, you want.

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Adler hung up with Sims with a deep sigh, taking off his glasses and rubbing his face as he stood by a light pole.

His words of advise echoing in America’s Monster’s head after explaining he could meet them later another day since he had car trouble, and hearing Adler’s concerns about you and your wants over the phone and his own feelings in the matter.

“Shit, Russ. We aren’t getting any younger you know. I know. . . your situation with your other lady but. . .you can’t let your happiness go like that, man. I’ve seen you two—you guys are the real deal. Bell knows you like I do—maybe even more. And I’m not talking about how you are in the sheets cause fuck that image.” Adler laughed at that, Sims chuckling over the phone before his friend continued. “Thing is, you guys get each other. She doesn’t care about the shit you’ve done and I know you don’t care about her shit neither. You’re happy man. You know you are. So what’s the issue?”

Adler doesn’t know. He can’t even say it’s an issue. There isn’t an issue.

Sims is right. Bell is amazing.

You understand him better than anyone else. Only dating for a year out the window because their situation was unique. His inner demons he would rather keep hidden but you would soothe with acceptance and care. Which isn’t surprising, you’ve experienced them before.

Is that the issue? That he’s hurt you before and just feels guilt for forcing you to be stuck with him?

But that’s not it. Because you want it.

And you deserve to want it—to get everything you want. Adler will do anything to make sure you get anything you wish.

You deserve every caress and every kiss and every gift and everything the world could offer.

Hell, he would kill for you.

He’s reached a point where, in dark mind and thoughts, he’ll do whatever it took to make sure you’re happy and alive and by his side. He would sacrifice teammates if necessary.

Fucked up. But he’s always known he isn’t a saint.

You knew that too.

You’ve always known.

Before MK—Ultra, during or after—you never judged him for it. You had an understanding with him—able to seehim and not just talk air when you say you understood. You’re the only one that could.

The other side of the coin—matching in intensity but different backgrounds and purposes. Until you chose that day and he did too. On those cliffs.

Adler moved a hand over to where he knew the scar was on his right shoulder before he clenched his jaw, lifting his head and putting his shades back on. He began walking to where he saw Woods and Bell go to earlier when he walked back around the corner in the direction of the arcade.

Adler is going to make another one.

However, just as he walked in through the doors of the arcade room—he saw Woods stand up with a scowl on his face and no Bell only for the man to grab him by the collar roughly as Adler’s eyes narrowed behind his shades.

“Tell me right now what the fuck you’re thinking?” Woods voice was quiet but each word was enunciated with force as he tightened the hold on his collar. “Do you have any idea how you’re hurting, Bell?”

Adler shamefully winced but stared at Woods calmly.

“What exactly did she say?”

“That you’re a blind wallowing motherfucker who don’t know what’s up or down and how to work a ring.” Charming. Seems you told him and I didn’t do quite a good job like I thought. “What do you think she said? What the fuck you’re doing? Twiddling your fingers until you croak?”

Adler met Wood’s angered stare, jaw ticking as he put a hand to push Wood’s hand away. He didn’t budge and seemed to glare harder.

“Woods,” he began quietly, “you know how it was for me before with—“

Woods shook him once with the collar, teeth clenched as Adler had to cut himself from the movement—hand atop Woods tightening in warning as his gaze sharpened.

“That bitch ain’t Bell so I’m not hearing it. I don’t know what’s wrong with you or what you’re doing besides chasing Perseus like a dog to a fuckin bone!” Others were glancing in their direction now but Woods didn’t seem to care as Adler met his stare, Woods eyes narrowing before widening before turning into slits as he growled. “Adler, that woman looks at you like you created this shitty earth. And if you aren’t treating her the same, you might find that she gets stolen away to someone who might.”

Adler’s own eyes narrowed dangerously, a suspicion correctly made as he successfully pushed Woods hand away.

“I knew it. You always were more protective of Bell compared to Mason. And he’s the one that went through brainwashing and could understand her best.”

“Don’t,” Woods says lowly. “Not a good idea to mention that. Might punch you again. And I don’t see what makes you so worked up,” Woods crossed his arms. “Anyone knows no ring means free game,” he added with a point to his hand.

“Than that just means an extra reason to give it to her.”

Woods brows furrowed before he blinked in realization, dropping his arms to his sides as he observed Adler and the truth in his words. Adler’s countenance the epitome of serious.

“Huh,” Woods blinked again, scratching the back of his head. “So Sims woke you up from this stupid haze you put yourself in?” Adler confirmed with a nod and Woods scoffed, sounding similar to a laugh as he sat back down in the seating. The others in the arcade going back to their games. “And here I was thinking to myself you would die before you would even think to pop the question.”

Adler’s lips twitched before they settled.

“Does Bell know?”

“Man what? What kind of brother you think I am?” Adler pointed out he heavily implied someone would take Bell right from underneath him and Woods guffawed, waving his hand at him. “Get out of here! I ain’t got what you guys do. As long as you’re serious about the ring thing. Right?” Woods asked imploringly with a look up towards him.

Adler knows what he has to do.

And it’s to be by your side.

Adler nodded. Woods giving a slow nod of his own as he stared at the ground. He decided to break the tension as he prepped a cigarette in his lips.

“Wouldn’t you die first? You’re older than me.”

Woods threw him a truly befuddled look.

“What are you saying?” He than sharply grinned, as if he knew a secret joke. “No one can kill me.”

Adler rolled his eyes at the false equivalency before he focused on you as you exited the bathroom.

You deserve the world, Bell. And I’m going to give it.

✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯

You don’t know what happened, but something changed after that day in the diner. You know something happened based on Russell’s wrinkled collar but there wasn’t any injuries in any of the two men.

Russell explained to you what happened with Sims, but the three of you ate dinner together. While the four of them was able to reconvene together the next day—conversations easily flowing with Russell’s hand either around your shoulders or touching your knee under the table, your hand atop of his and squeezing with him squeezing back, while throwing a soft smirk or glance your way under his shades before focusing back into the conversation.

Russell also explained to you, in their house with a regretful mien as he kneeled in one knee in front of you as you sat on the couch, that he’ll be away for a mission in two weeks. A long one. You let out a sigh at the news, but smiled lovingly at the man and kissed his scarred cheek than his lips. Thinking to yourself this explained more of his odd behavior as you spoke to him. That it was part of the job after all. And that means you won’t let him out of your sight.

He relaxed as he stared up at you as he squeezed your knee, half-smiling before something seemed to change. Your eyes blinking as the air shifted as Russell had one of his dark promising smirks, eyes burning as he shifted. Settling more as fully kneeled, but between your legs that with his hand on your knee grazing upwards, your stomach doing flips and warmth rising as Russell’s eyes didn’t leave yours. When he spoke, it was his low husky timbre that would always make your toes curl because you knew what it would mean.

“Don’t worry, лапушкаka.” His Russian, masterful as always, dripped with sin even though lapooshka merely meant sweetheart. He tugged you closer to the edge of the couch with his hand on your belt loop, your excitement growing when your lower half hit abdomen and stayed, his hand on your thigh not leaving as it squeezed in appreciation when you gasped at the movement, his smirk widening. “I won’t let you out of my sight either. I think you can handle it. Hope you don’t mind my watch beginning now.”

You certainly didn’t mind.

You didn’t mind his languid yet purposeful touches on loosening your clothing. Didn’t mind how his stubble slightly scratched you as he would kiss or graze his lips when he’d tease, your nerves tingling along with the apex between your thighs. You certainly didn’t mind when you keened and mewled, his head lowered in between your naked legs as if a man starved and fingers working efficiently. Russell didn’t seem to mind when you automatically bucked your hips towards him, hand gripping his hair. Only humming ,pleased, that made you moan from the small vibration, his hands moving at your backside and pressing, as if he wishes for you to do it again. You think he would mind if you somehow suffocated him.

Only for him to notice your hesitance, face raising a tad and your eyes dilating, glazed, at his disheveled appearance with a upturn of wet lips that he licked purposefully with his eyes up at you.

“Ride me like a stallion, sweetheart,” he said, his breath on you and making you wriggle your legs over his shoulders. His gaze gleaming as he pressed his lips to your inner thigh, eyes still on you as you could only stare. “Go ahead. I want you too.” He put your hand back on his head that you dropped, a final glance towards you with an arched brow as said once more, “Ride,” and continued his attack.

Needless to say, you didn’t mind doing as he asked.

After, when you were spent and content as you laid on a relaxed yet thoughtful Russell on the couch, you moved your head for your chin to lay on his chest.

“What’s gotten into you?”

Russell peered down at you, your inquisitive expression with an imploring smile making his own lips turn up.Transferring his hold around your waist to graze your cheek.

“Can’t have sudden bouts of energy to please you, Bell?”

You snorted at his own attack of his age as you shook your head at him. Only to close your eyes when he pressed your previously heated temple, staying there for a moment with his hand on the nape of your neck before pulling away, blue eyes lidded.

“Like I said, I don’t want you out of my sight. So I’m going to savor it—savor you,” he emphasized with a teasing glint that made you blush and lightly smack his chest which he chuckled at as he went on, sobering. “Sorry how I’ve been acting. It won’t happen again. You have my word.”

That should’ve been your first hint.

But you just continued, the days going on by like normal whether at work or at home. You almost done with the codes Hudson assigned you but the back of your mind wondering what caused the change. Russell seeming to notice you were upset when he would dismiss your hints before, so the apology must’ve been about that.

For when you weren’t at work or lunch or them hanging around Woods and Sims, Russell seemed restless and wanted you near.

It was three days before Russell will have to leave, you done with the code, and you probably wouldn’t see him till sometime next year for December is around the corner, that Russell told you to get ready for an outing tonight for dinner, eyes on you as you still laid atop of him in their bed in the morning. He looked excited and you were too.

You enjoyed when he took you out to eat in the nice restaurants and dress up for them. It happened every so often, but especially when right before they had to leave for a mission. Whether it was a mission together or separated, they made sure to create a nice good memory before they had to do their job’s.

The sex is nice too, you think with a blush as you get dressed up in a slitted dress that appealed to you, doing wonders for your shape and prepping your hair and face. Russell can get pretty handsy when you dress up, constantly needing to have his hands on you. Which he normally does, but the touches are methodical and purposeful to get you worked up. Sometimes, even before they practically rip their clothes off each other, he would touch you when they were out and sitting in the restaurant for anyone to notice if they really looked with eyes staying on you and Russell’s table. You’re no better though. You can tease at times too when Russell wore his suits or his long sleeved buttoned shirts that would hug his figure, but not as much as him. I just hope he doesn’t accidentally rip this dress like that other time. I really like this one.

You were almost done in your master bathroom. Russell getting ready in the guest bathroom downstairs to make it quicker to the 7 PM reservation got for the restaurant.

When you were done, you looked over yourself one more time. Checking if your hair is out of place anywhere and your makeup in order.

“Bell?” Russell called from downstairs. “You ready?”

“Almost!” You called back, checking the mirror once more before leaving and going downstairs.

Russell turned to you when you reached the bottom half of the stairs, taking a long look at you like you did him. He was wearing a light tan two piece suit that complimented his hair, with shiny brown brogue shoes to match alongside a rust colored tie for once. He rarely wears them and prefers to keep the first two buttons of his long sleeved shirts unbuttoned so he can feel like he’s breathing. Not that he doesn’t appreciate the ties, he’s just always had a preference. You weren’t complaining though, the suit hugging him nicely and accentuating all the parts you love about him as your eyes roved up to meet his.

You noted he was clean shaven as well, no stubble in sight and did you have your own personal appreciation when he looked like that. Your pleasure going upwards along with fluster when you spotted Russell’s soft eyes like you were the only woman in the world yet glinting in passionate admiration, looking half tempted to not go anywhere after all.

“Well, don’t you clean up nice.” You tease, Russian mixed with American thick as your eyes moved downward and up once more, catching how Russell’s eyes gleamed in smug amusement at your unsubtle checking out. You placed a hand to his chest, feeling the soft material of his suit you imagine hastily releasing him from it later as you stared up at him through your lashes. “Hello, красивый.” You complimented, for he was indeed handsome.

The handsomest man in the world, you think.

Russell smiled at your words, hand going to your hip.

“Hello, красивая.” He complimented back as your smile widened, your cheeks warm. “I can say the same to you. Let me see,” he put a hand to yours, raising it as you twirled around him with a giggle as he hummed, pleased, before bringing you in for a kiss to your temple. “You’re so perfect,” he said to your temple, the content clear in his low voice, before motioning the crook of his arm for you to grab which you did as they walked out of the house and towards the car. “Hope you’re ready for some Italian, wine, and being waited and foot, Bell. This is going to be a nice night.”

You wondered what he meant, for his tone wasn’t low in frustration but holding a twinge of nervousness yet anticipating hopefulness. Which is rare in of itself. Russell is rarely if ever nervous.

You glanced at him but he motioned for you to take the seat when he opened the car door, you doing so. The two of you drove to the restaurant and sat at the table, a private little corner yet able to see the shows they had here. Russell ordered the wine as you stared at the show they had, an Italian singer accompanied by a band. You were surprised at the wine as well, for Russell usually gets his bourbon, whiskey or scotch no matter where he is. You couldn’t help but raise a brow at him when the server poured the wine and after they ordered.

“Aren’t you feeling fancy? You’re going all out.”

Russell did a small half shrug, sipping his wine as he looked over at you over the glass.

“Only the best for you, Bell.”

You don’t know how him drinking wine has to do with you, but you decipher it’s because he’s partaking with you so you just let it go as you smiled curiously at him. Their food eventually out as they ate and spoke about this or that, you feeling quite light and it was these moments where you don’t mind accepting you won’t get married. Or even have a family. The quiet moments between you two is what you treasure the most, it’s what made you fall. Before. Back in the safehouse two years ago.

They got dessert just as the Italian singer left, being replaced with a male singer and a pianist you distantly noted as slowly patrons left the restaurant for it was nearing closing time. Only four other tables were filled but were also finishing up and were far enough distance away to not disturb one another as well as not see. Russell and you kept speaking, you noting a gleam in his eyes as he smiled attentively towards you. Your hand under his maneuvered to squeeze at him, raising a brow when you lowered your utensil from your mouth after the bite of the dessert.

“You alright?” You couldn’t but question, a slight tease in your tone but curiosity rising into a need to know. He’s been acting quite odd the past few days. “You seem distracted the last few days.”

Russell’s eyes focused on you, his lips raising a little higher as he squeezed his hand on yours, shifting his knee to touch yours under the table. The other patrons outside of one shuffling away outside. Seems they and the other table were the only one’s left.

“I will be.”

You were about to question him on what he means when the last show of the night started. The piano beginning a slow melodic yet somber tune that sounded familiar to you, your eyes going towards it in curious attention. Russell in the corner of your eye looking at you intimately and you noted he shifted but all you focused on was the show. Because the man than began to sing.

“Мне говорят: она маленького роста,

They say to me: “She is of small stature.”

Мне говорят: «одет она слишком просто,

They say to me: “She has simple clothes.”

Мне говорят: «поверь что этот лапушкаka

They say to me:” Believe, this sweetheart

Тебе не пара совсем не пара.”

Is no match for you at all.

The piano began to pick up its pace, but it stayed true with the melodic timbre the song was aiming at for this rendition. Pleasing to your ears and hearing the smooth Russian speak about a love song you knew—you felt like you knew. A distant memory unlocked with pleasant words, lengthened in a rhythm as you could only listen, entranced.

“А она мне нравится, нравится, нравится!

But I like her, like her, like her

И для меня на свете друга лучше нет.

And there is no one better in the world as her.

А она мне нравится, нравится, нравится,

But I like her, like her, like her

И это всё, что я могу сказать в ответ. “

And it's all what I can say in reply.

You couldn’t believe this. A Russian singer in a restaurant, Italian or otherwise? Here? In America? Proudly singing like this when the Red Scare is still occurring and high? It’s a risk to be glared and spat on. You would have to be careful speaking Russian in public spaces, lest you be judged or raise tension no matter what Adler says to not mind them. But it would be best if she spoke lowly in Russian to his ear than anything else. And yet, the one’s on stage didn’t falter—not when the place was so empty. It made your Russian pride sing for once, shame and guilt of what you did before and you don’t remember much—you are still proud of where you’re from.

You turned your excited face towards Russell, gripping the table edge as you leaned in.

“Russell, do you hear this—“

Your breath got caught in your throat, the music in the background seeming to dull, your grip loosening and eyes widening at the sight before you.

Or rather, under you.

Russell’s eyes glittered in soft amusement, as he bent one knee with his elbow atop it as he stared up at you. The low light and candlelight on their table giving him an equally soft glow against his clean face, shadows flickering as the candle moves.

“I love you, Bell,” he began, quiet yet strong where you could hear him. All you could hear was his voice as you stared. “I’ve said it before, rare as it is, but I mean it when I say it. I won’t ever hurt you. Not again. Not ever. But,” he sighed, his gaze lowering for a moment before raising back up towards yours. “I’ve seemed to make that mistake anyways. You want a wedding—a family. Things I’ve already tried but life decided it wanted me to get shit on. It was hard. And when I threw my old ring to the ocean, I decided never again. Civilian life isn’t for me, can’t be for someone like me. I’ve never been a saint.” He threw you a wry smile. “But than, you came along. Not the best love story—no pop songs about this type of insanity will come. Still. You understood me. Accepted everything. And I know you see everything. You didn’t run. Somehow, I got landed with someone just as willing to do crazy shit like me.”

He chuckled here and you couldn’t help do one too, smiling down at it with a press of the lips before it quickly parted with his next few words. Russell sobering.

“Honestly, I’m surprised you even came back after your time with MI6. Much less want to see my face. Even though I wanted to see yours, something more than an update over the phone about you overseas. Just a glimpse so I can see myself.” You didn’t know this. Russell said he wanted you sooner when you went back to the CIA and touched upon their quiet feelings. He really wanted to see you. Russell took a steady inhale, lips quirked up at you as he moved a hand to his inner jacket pocket. “I thought a lot. About all this. About my own feelings of marriage. About you—us. How I’m being ridiculous and I won’t ever find someone as perfect as you, моя лапушкаka. Who actually gives a damn about me.”

You spotted the box and suddenly you felt like every cliche as tears gathered in your eyes, hand going to your chest and your open mouth as Russell opened it. The ring a beautiful jewel of diamonds but you didn’t care about that, you looked back up at Russell whose head was tilted at you, clear love in his eyes that made your hammering heart in your chest pound against your ribs and warmth going down your cheeks.

“I won’t hurt you,” he vowed. “No one will. Not when you’re with me. I’ve never been a good man so anyone who does just that signed their death. I love you, Bell, “ he repeated from before and than his head straightened as his lips did an interesting thing that made it look like he had a boyish smile. ““Согласна ли ты выйти за меня замуж, лапушкаka?”

Will you marry me, sweetheart?

You more stumbled than got out of your chair, on your knees with him as you threw a hug around Russell with a blubbering joyous sob. Not knowing what to say and stuck on what to say due to your short breaths as you nuzzled Russell’s neck. You felt his chest rumble with a chuckle, arms going around your waist.

“You’re ruining your dress and makeup,” he lightly reprimanded, you letting out a choked laugh as your hold on his neck tightened. He shifted, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I’m going to take this as a yes, Bell, if you don’t speak up. Is it a yes?”

You pulled back your teary face, lightly smacking his chest that only made his curved lips widen.

“Ass. Of course it’s a yes!”

Russell threw you an affectionate smirk, hand going up your face to thumb away some tears which you helped on your other side as you sniffled. He put the hand holding the box between you two, grabbing your left hand and slowly sliding in the ring to where it belonged. Where it belonged. You threw your arms around him again before giving him a sloppy yet intimate kiss that he easily gave back, his arms around you a comfort before you pulled back. Your eyes watery and half lidded as you stared up at him, hand to his scarred cheek and lips brushing his.

“Я люблю вас, мой голубушка красивый, рассел,” you say lovingly. “Я тоже не хороший человек. I won’t let anyone touch you, моя любовь, рассел.”

I love you, my dear handsome Russell. I’m not a good person either. My love.

Russell took your hand for the both of you to stand, and you noticed the waiters were looking at them in support along with the show people. They must’ve stopped playing a few minutes ago.

Russell kissed your knuckles, clear blue eyes teasing.

“The handsomest?” His lips brushed yours as he said it, almost caressing the ring on your finger.

You would’ve smacked him again but you just tugged him down by the neck and give him an answering kiss that steadily grew passionate. You pulling away with a slow amorous smile, ringed hand on his smooth cheek as his eyes burned.

“The handsomest.”

Needless to say, when they went back home and Russell’s gentle teasing and kisses and loving with you doing the same, he didn’t mind you weren’t wearing underwear at all under your dress. Didn’t mind at all.

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Will you marry me, sweetheart? -“Согласна ли ты выйти за меня замуж, лапушкаka?”(Ty vyydesh' za menya zamuzhI love you-Я люблю вас)

I love you-Я люблю вас(YA lyublyu vas)

I'm not a good person either-Я тоже не хороший человек(YA tozhe ne khoroshiy chelovek)

Thank you to @salvija who helps me out with the Russian! 💗

What can I say? I love Soft!Dom!Adler. It's a weakness of mine. Also, I'm a sucker for Woods. I did like him first before I fell head over heels with Adler.

Also, I know Hudson loves his wife and kids a lot. He does. He's the type that has to be hard and glaring all the time in his work because he has to, can't be soft and can't lose face or have anyone disrespect him. But, you manage to catch him outside of work and get through those glares he loves to give everyone, you might see a softie. Might. Only to those he really loves.

I don't know. Might make a Bell x Hudson fic. That scene in my other story has had me thinking. Expect that at some point as well as a literal Enemies to Lovers fic when it comes to those two—and even a true one with Adler x Bell.

Anyways! Hope ya'll enjoyed!

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