♆𝕴 𝕹𝖊𝖊𝖉 𝕬 𝕸𝖎𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖑𝖊♆

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you press the paper to your heart. Closing your eyes tightly you make a promise to yourself and to Jolly. Shuffling from the bed you search for your journal atop a stack of books on your desk and tuck the note in the cover for safe keeping.

A warm and citrusy scent invites you to the kitchen so you hurriedly throw on a pair of fleece lined leggings and one of Jolly's sweatshirts. Flopping on the edge of the bed you tug on fuzzy socks. You reach for the doorknob and pause. Coffee!

With your orange mug in hand you make your way to the kitchen. Jolly is standing over the sink washing dishes, an autumn leaf printed apron tied over his gray henley. He's in his element, ever the caretaker. So domestic yet comfortable and cozy. You could watch him all day like this, moving swift and lithe through the kitchen with practiced ease. The only reason you dare to break this soft moment is because your coffee is starting to cool.

"Good morning," you say softly, leaning against the door frame.

"There's my sleepyhead," Jolly huffs a laugh as he turns and wipes his damp hands on the apron. A smile crinkles his eyes as he closes the distance. A hand cups your chin pulling you closer as he leans down and presses a soft kiss to your lips.

"Mhmm," he mumbles against your lips. "Someone made excellent coffee this morning." Jolly parts with a wink, gesturing to the plates of food on the counter. "Breakfast is ready and there's more coffee too." He glances from your lips to you mostly empty mug. "God, you're beautiful" he says lost in thought.

Your cheeks heat at his words and then your stomach growls. "Ha, let's eat." Jolly takes the mug from your hands and pours you another cup adding the home made syrup and foam. He even adds a dash of cinnamon on top. Before grabbing a plate of french toast you notice the pot on the stove simmering away.

"What's in the pot?" You gaze over the contents of dried fruit and spices. Inhaling deeply the quintessential scent of autumn fills your lungs, calming you.

"A simmer pot," Jolly's hands come to wrap around your waist, kissing the top of your head. "It's my great-grandmother's recipe. It's been passed down through generations. My mother taught me." Jolly tugs you in closer, pressing more kisses to your head. "Let's eat."

After breakfast has been eaten and cleaned up, Jolly leads you hand in hand to the living room where flame gently licks at the wood in the fireplace. String lights, candles, and sunlight filtered through gauzy curtains the only source of light. On the coffee table in the middle of the room you find your ereader, a few books with leaves and potions on the covers, your wireless headphones, blue light glasses and your Nintendo Switch. Jolly's books and laptop are nearby along with his glasses too. Joy blooms in your chest, stretching and spreading like a flower opening to the morning sun. He did this for you— for us.

Gentle jazz music flows into the room. Following the sound, you find Jolly at his old record player. He's changed into sweatpants, with a flannel over his tee and a tan colored beanie tugged onto his head.

"How'd I do?" Jolly asks, setting down two piping hot cups of coffee onto the coffee table. "Did I get all of the books you like?"

"It's perfect!"

Jolly fluffs the pillows on the chaise before settling down. He pats the space between his legs as invitation for you to join him. Looking over your selection, you grab your e-reader and your blue light glasses. Snuggling up against your love, you inhale the scent of him, his warm and spicy cologne that calms you instantly.

"Comfy?" Jolly asks as he wraps you both in blankets.

"Mhm," you turn to face him, planting a tender kiss to his cheek. The smile that spreads across his lips that crinkles the corners of his eyes is your favorite thing. In this moment you vow to make him smile everyday. His hand cups your cheek pulling you into another kiss. It's slow and soft, his lips against yours curve into a smile.

"I love you," he whispers.

"I love you too."

You two spend the day wrapped in each other's arms, reading and stealing kisses.

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Sweet submissive Folio.

A true service sub, darling golden retriever type boy.

He’s so focused on making sure you’re happy and tended to. It’s his sole task when he’s at home. He loves doing chores and tasks for you, everything so that you don’t have to worry about a thing. He lives for the praise, the *good boy*s, the *thank you my love*s. He seems to come alive when you tell him how good he did.

On some days you write a list of chores for him, but you know that he likes telling you when he’s done with something because that’ll get him immediate praise.

It’s harder when he’s on tour. And Nick always feels a little guilty that can he can’t be with you. He still gets a list of tasks, simply because you know that he enjoy it. Some of his tasks on tour are small things like purchasing a souvenir for you. Sometimes you ask him to take pictures for you, so that he can show off how good he’s been for you. You need to make sure that he’s still wearing his cage, after all.

Your sweet boy is always extra affectionate when he comes back home. He’s practically glued to your side, never disappearing for longer than absolutely necessary.

It’s then that it slips out of his mouth. He’s draped across your front, cheek resting comfortably against your tummy. He loves when you play with his air, makes his head feel a little less full. He’s so relaxed, softly breathing against your skin. And then it happens, just as you dare to pause your touch.

Don’t stop mommy, he whines, sounding almost a little pitiful.

To say Nick was jealous of the attention you give the cats would be a huge understatement.

Every time he sees them cuddling you, even it it was just for five minutes, he would hit you with the sad puppy eyes, and say "But what about me?"

One morning, he wakes up to find you surrounded—Lydia curled up tight to your chest, and Jerry on the pillow just above your head. You're softly stroking the two of them, eyes closed as you try to fight the urge to fall back asleep, almost failing.

"Baby…" he whispers, poking your cheek gently as your eyes slowly open.

"Morning." you yawn, before giving a tired smile. "You okay?"

"I want a hug." he pouts, his hand now gently holding your cheek.

"You can have one."

"But, Jerry and Lydia are in the way." he once again pouts, giving Jerry a little scratch behind the ear.

"That sounds like a bit of tough luck." you chuckle, before turning your attention back to your two furry little friends around you.

"Are you serious?" he huffs, a playful tone to his voice.

He gets up, unable to bear the jealously of the two as, once again, they steal you from him. After getting ready, he goes down to the kitchen to make breakfast, the three of you following not far behind him.

You hug his back as he cooks, Jerry and Lydia staring at the frying pan as they care more about the smell of bacon than the two of you.

When breakfast is finished and the two of you are sat eating, Jerry and Lydia sit at your feet as they humbly beg for a taste.

"They're my cats, dude." he glances underneath the table in disbelief. "I adopted these fuckers, I raised them! Why don't they want my food?"

"Because mine's just better." you tease, staring him in the eye as you chuck a piece for them each to enjoy.

"This is ridiculous." Nick clenches his jaw, shaking his head as he holds back a laugh. 

Throughout the day, Nick's jealously doesn't dissipate—in the afternoon, you are both cuddled up, watching a new film when Jerry and Lydia decide to join you. But instead of one laying on your lap and the other laying on Nick's, they both choose you.

Nick tries to steal Lydia off you, under the guise of 'taking the weight off your lap.' However, as soon as he sets her down, she climbs right back onto you, curling up tighter.

"I can't believe this." he sits in amazement, watching how he got rejected by his own cat.

"I'm comfier, Nick." you pat his head as you chuckle. "Just get over it."

"I wouldn't know, I don't get to cuddle you these days." he turns away, mumbling something you only just heard the end of.

"Are you jealous?" your smirk grows as he turns to look at you.

"No."

"Oh my god, you are!" you let out a laugh, spooking Jerry who looks up at you in disgust. "You're jealous of the cats."

"Whatever, man." he pouts, bringing his legs up to rest his chin on his knee.

Even at night, when the two of you were supposed to be having alone time, the two cats barge in before anything can go too far.

"You have got to be kidding me." Nicks hands cover his face as he lets out a sigh.

"This is hilarious." you fail to hold back a laugh as you lean down to face the two demons sat on the floor beside you. 

"I cannot do anything with you or get you to myself, can I?" he turns to face you, seeing that you're already cradling the two in your arms.

"Not even if you tried." you shook your head.

Nick spent the rest of the night pouting, jealous of all the attention you had given Jerry and Lydia. The cats loving you so much so quickly after you moved in was a win for you, but for Nick it meant he no longer was their favourite person. He may have been jealous of them, but he secretly loved watching you interact so fondly with them. 

Every night, seeing you cuddle them, he knew he chose the right person. If you could love the cats as much as he did, he knew he loved you even more.

a/n; IM BACK!!!!!

i dont really know if im back for good just yet, but i missed writing so much. mental health has been kicking my ass, so the thought of writing something and getting even just a little attention on it felt too overwhelming for a while.

though, over the past couple weeks ive been slowly writing the third part to the stalked series. it's in the editing/proof-reading stage rn, but i probably wont upload it until the fourth part is either completed or at least in the same stage just so i dont feel any pressure to rush it.

i have a few ideas in my drafts lined up, but i always welcome more in my asks!

anyways, i love you all so much. thank you for putting up with my shit and still loving my work even despite my temporary departure. thank you for reading <3