#but even so . . . please do be sure to take care of yourselves. nothing is more important than your mental + physical well-being

[daycourtofficial]

Freaky Friday

Summary: based on this request - you and Azriel swap bodies, chaos ensues.

Warnings: allusions to sex.

Author’s note: this is just a silly goofy time for my silly goofy geese. Is this my best work? No. But it’s fun and goofy and who cares

You wake with a groan, your muscles feeling incredibly stiff and heavy. You drag yourself to the bathroom, eyes half closed with sleep.

Everything feels wrong. Your body feels so, so heavy as you open the door to the bathroom. You run some water, splashing it on your face as some fae lights come on.

You sigh, the water making you feel a little more alert. You shut the water off, bracing your hands on the sink, thinking about the mission from yesterday.

It wasn’t this bad - you really didn’t have to do all that much. You and Azriel spoke to a witch for cauldron’s sake - it was more of a test of your mental sparring than anything.

You brace yourself against the sink, remembering the nasty cut on your face. Right now you can’t even feel it, but you should still check on it, make sure it’s healing properly.

You look into the mirror, prepared to see a nasty gash across your face.

Instead you’re met with hazel eyes, tan skin, and onyx hair that are not your own.

And you scream. A deep, bellowing scream.

A moment later the door is shoved open, someone’s body making direct contact with it.

Rhys comes running in, having grabbed a knife on his way in, prepared for any threat that lingers. His violet eyes scan the room, searching for anything that can make his brother scream like that.

You turn to face Rhys, the weight of Azriel’s wings bringing you down. You’re able to look him eye to eye, the height of difference between you and Azriel making Rhys seem much smaller than he used to.

“Az?” Rhys ask, “what’s wrong?”

“I’m not Azriel.”

Moments later you find yourself in Rhysand’s office, not sure what to do with yourself as you try to sit on the couch, the large wings behind you making it hard to sit comfortably.

You accidentally sit on the end of a wing, yelping at the sensation and get up, delicately holding the wing so you can sit.

“Tell me everything that happened on your mission,” Rhys said, and you did. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary and everything went fine.

The two of you looked at each other, and Rhys decides to call Azriel and Cassian into his office to see if he can figure out what happened.

-

Cassian pats you on the head as he walks past you, much like he always does. You were much shorter than everyone else, not as short as Amren, but still quite small comparatively.

Then again, Cassian hardly ever met anyone he could look in the eye and not have to crane his neck to make eye contact.

It was your thing - he patted your head, you swatted his hand away, but that was it.

Until this morning, when you whirled around and landed a punch right on his jaw, taking the moment of deflection to grab his arm and flip him onto the ground.

He held his jaw in his hand, your name on his tongue. “What the hell was that for?”

You looked down at him, but Rhys’s voice breaks through both of your minds.

Come to my office please.

-

Cassian laughed. And laughed. And laughed.

Then he looked at the two of you, and laughed some more. You two sat next to each other on the couch in Rhys’s office, but so unsure of how to hold yourselves. His brother looked unable to hold up his own wings, and you looked so lost and alone, likely due to the loss of the shadows.

Feyre had joined the impromptu meeting in Rhys’s office, where no one could figure out why this had happened. And Cassian was certainly not helping things.

“Look I’m just saying if I swapped bodies with someone I’d fuck myself.”

“Cassian,” Feyre hissed, nodding her head to the door.

“Okay, okay,” he says, walking towards it. “I’ll go.”

Cassian leaves the room, but his laugh can still be heard down the hallway.

“Are the two of you going to be okay?” Rhys asks, looking over the both of you. You shrug, knowing there’s not really anything else you can do, meanwhile Azriel nods.

The two of you were taken away from your duties for the time being, which was probably for the best seeing as how you have no idea how anyone manages to hold their wings off of the ground and walk at the same time.

You were going bonkers in Azriel’s body.The shadows had no idea you weren’t their master, so they kept telling you everything. You had no control over them, so a good portion of them kept wandering over to Azriel stuck in your body. Their presence seemed to soothe him, and you wonder just how alone he feels without them.

You could hardly walk without dropping the massive wings behind you on the floor, so you mostly opted to stayed seated or lying down for the rest of the afternoon, staying in the library trying to figure out how you woke up in Azriel’s body.

You walk past Nesta on your way to dinner, the hulking mass you’re carrying around needing much more food than you were used to. You had the house give you an ungodsly amount of food during the afternoon, from snacks to fruits to nuts. You go to walk by, unaccustomed to the new body and slam into her, apologizing profusely.

She looks you up and down smirking, and you realize that everyone likely found this situation much funnier than you did.

Azriel came up to dinner not long after you did, and Cassian began making fun of you two again. Nyx turned to his mom, clearly confused about his Uncle Cassian’s jokes, when she explains to Nyx that the two of you had swapped bodies.

Nyx clapped his hands, the little princeling quite pleased with this turn of events.

“My wish came true!”

Everyone stops what they’re doing, utensils clattering on plates.

“Er what wish, sweetheart?” Feyre asks, her full attention on her son.

“I wanted them to switch bodies!”

Cassian bursts out laughing, throwing his head back as Nesta swats him on the chest.

Rhys is trying not to laugh at the predicament his son has created as he asks, “and why is that, Nyx?”

Nyx looks at you as Azriel and says, “she told me she wanted wings like Uncle Az’s so when we went to the fountain I wished she could do it!”

Cassian looks at Mor, asking, “so wishes actually come true from that fountain?”

After dinner you find yourself standing next to Cassian, looking him in the eye. You never realized that Azriel was a few inches shorter than Cassian. Cassian looked at you, watching as you move around, unable to stand still and he knows it’s you and not his brother.

“What are you doing, sweetheart?”

Nothing brought Cassian more joy than calling the shadowsinger ‘sweetheart’.

“It’s odd being this tall. I can look you in the eye just standing straight.”

The shadows dart around you two, constantly whispering to you. You would be able to understand them if it weren’t for just how many of them were trying to talk to you.

You swat at them, but even more come back to you, some hitting you in the face.

Cassian laughs, clearly amused at this entire situation. Feyre had taken Nyx back to the fountain to make another wish right after dinner, a wish that everyone go back to their original bodies, but the rest of you were left to wait.

You head into Azriel’s room, leaving Cassian and his teasing remarks behind. You leave Azriel’s bedroom door open just a crack so he can slip in moments later, still in your body.

You run your hands through your hair - his hair, the length reminds you. You look at yourself, not used to this arrangement.

“So uh, this should wear off at some point, right?”

“Right.”

“This is erm weird.”

“Yes, yes it is.” Azriel says, leaning back on his bed. The air in the room shifts, and a sickly sweet smell overtakes the room.

You gasp, hitting Azriel’s - your - leg, “Az, we are stuck in each other’s bodies and you’re getting horny.”

He moves up to you, sitting in your lap. “I can’t help it - it’s your body. You’re so needy.”

His legs straddle your lap, and as he sits down he lets out a quiet moan. You lean closer to him, smelling him, “oh gods, you reek of sex!”

A light blush coats his - your - cheeks, and he responds, “well if I’m stuck in your body, might as well enjoy the company.”

You roll your eyes at him and he starts grinding on your lap, “okay, I-I get it now why you like this so much.”

You laugh at him, as you begin to feel your own arousal in a way that is new.

The two of you spend the night tangled in Azriel’s sheets, exploring this jewel reality you’ve found yourselves in.

-

You woke up in your own body, thank the mother, and the two of you go to Rhys’s office to find Rhys, Feyre and Cassian already in there.

They all peer at you, the unspoken question in their gazes.

You beam at them, “I am myself again.”

Azriel huffs, “I’m glad I can actually reach things again.”

You pout, hitting him on the arm, “hey, it could have been worse. You could have been stuck in some ugly person’s body.”

“Yeah, like Cassian.”

You two chuckle as Cassian’s face gets an irritated look on it.

You and Azriel leave the room, and Feyre turns to Cassian.

“Do you think they had sex last night?”

Rhys turns to Feyre, “there is no way they didn’t. They’ve been sneaking around for months.”

Feyre gasps, “no they have not!”

The two bicker back and forth over whether or not the two of you have been hooking up, and Cassian is uncharacteristically quiet.

“Did you hear anything, Cass?”

Cassian is brought back to the present, telling them he hadn’t heard anything. Truthfully, he knew you two were sneaking around, but he kept it to himself, worried the teasing might mess things up for you two.

You and Az skip off down the hall, both of you going into your room to explore all the things you found out about each other, and Cassian laughs lightly to himself, thinking about all the ways he’ll tease the two of you.

But that’s for another day. Another day when he feels like his brother’s insecurities won’t eat him alive. Another day when his brother will feel like he deserves you.

Another day.

#acotar fanfiction #azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel #azriel fanfic #azriel fluff #acotar writing #azriel x y/n

[flowershines]

Little helper

requests: open

Business owner Mike Schmidt x gf reader

warnings: oral (m receiving), public, almost caught, deepthroating

Walking into the familiar house that you have been in way too often you took off your shoes and walked over to your boyfriends bedroom just when you were interrupted mid thought to him quickly running in the kitchen to grab his tie.

He had placed it there to make breakfast for Abby, had forgotten about it as he was in a rush to quickly finish getting ready and still had enough time to drop Abby off at school.

Mike grabbed his tie, putting it on, “Hey baby sorry I'm in a rush right now. I wish that I could hangout with you today but I have papers and a conference later, my schedule is packed.”

He quickly scurried off into his room to finish getting himself ready.

“Mike, I'm going to be late, hurry up.” Abby exclaimed, getting more impatient while waiting around for him to finish.

He peeked his head out of his room and told her ‘a couple more minutes’

“That's what you said 5 minutes ago.”

“Abby please”

You walked into his bedroom and kissed him on the cheek to let him know you were there along with telling him that you could just drive Abby so that way he can finish getting ready, taking his time as well.

“Really? Thank you so much, I owe you.”

Letting Abby know that you would be taking her, you grabbed your car keys that were on the table, opening your car door for her while making sure that she had her seatbelt on.

Getting in your car then driving her.

-Time Skip-

Parking your car in their driveway and exiting your car you locked it then headed in, Mike was still panicking trying to get ready in a hurry.

You wanted to help him as you felt bad that he was in such a panic but there was nothing really you could do.

Putting on the tv you turned it to your favorite channel that they played, not even 2 minutes later Mike had walked out of his room dressed up for work holding his bag while trying to sort the papers.

“How long will you be gone for?”

“I have no idea.” He replied hearing the sadness in his voice

You both haven't had any time to yourselves, it was him taking care of Abby (which you never minded) but along with that he was also busy with work and so were you leaving the only time for you to hang out was on the weekends.

“Can I come with you?”

He looked up from the papers, “You would be doing nothing.”

“Knowing you, your desk and room is more than likely unorganized so I can organize it for you and I could help you out with your work.”

He let out a sigh, you knew you got your way.

You thanked him 1,000 times and grabbed his keys starting to head out the door then hopping in the passenger's seat of his car once you got there.

“My keys?!” He says sarcastically almost like when a kid gets their candy taken away from them.

He then got in the car and placed his bag in the backseat on the drive there. You both caught up with each other of the new things that happened recently.

Arriving at his work you followed behind him to his work space, you were right he had been too busy to clean up his desk.

Papers all over his desk, some of his drawers were overflowing with papers and other things.

Gawdropped as you saw the mess you swiftly shutted your mouth as you saw that Mike was already looking at you, “It's not that bad.” You said quietly and laughed awkwardly after.

“Mhmm” was all he said, rolling his eyes as he already saw your initial reaction.

Immediately going to the area that had the most papers in one spot you sorted them into 4 piles: Important, Not important, Unknown, and Trash.

You checked with Mike before you threw away the trashed papers in the garbage, sitting on the ground facing away from him, you got his binder and put all the important papers in there then proceeded to do that with the Not important and the Unknown papers.

1:43pm

He groaned, bringing you out of your thoughts while cleaning and turning around to see what was wrong. He faced you and said “I have my conference with my co-worker at 2.”

Searching around for the clock you noticed why he was now talking about the conference as it was in less than health and hour.

“Do I leave?”

“No but maybe just stay behind me, so he doesn't see you because then he might think it’s okay to bring people in to help as well.”

Nodding and returning to sorting the papers, you got up from sitting on the ground and grabbed the stack of papers on his desk and placed them behind his chair so that way when his co-worker comes you have something to do and not just listen to the boring conversation.

Soon enough you both hear a knock at the door he turned to you signaling that you should go into hiding, doing so you crawled to behind his chair and sat down before sorting the papers into the piles once again.

“Come in.” He says allowing his co-worker to come in, he took the seat before Mike, minding your business you started rearranging the important papers.

Just when the rolls of Mike's chair hit you on the foot, turning around, you noticed how his co-worker was mentioning how he needed to get a paper out of the drawer which was at an angle where he would be able to see you.

You got what Mike was trying to do, slowly you crawled to near Mikes desk and you saw his co-worker stand up and go towards the drawer he was talking about,

He walked over to Mike slowly making Mike grab you by the shirt softly and pull you under his desk then scooting in so that way he wouldn’t be able to see you.

Getting settled in right in front of Mike you were facing his pants when you smirked to yourself and got the idea.

Inching towards him you run your fingers along the outline of his soft dick which made him cough trying to cover up a moan as it was very unexpected.

He playfully kicked your knee as a way to tell you to quit it but ignoring him you continued to tease him he started to squirm more.

His co- worker gave him a weird look then sat back down in his seat.

As Mike continues to talk about the work with his co-worker you take this time to unzip his pants so the sound of it won’t be heard.

Pulling them down you saw a grey spot on his underwear running your finger across it he readjusted in his seat.

Pulling his underwear down his cock twitches from the coldness of the air and the lack of touch making you need him more just by seeing how desperate he was.

Giving his tip small licks his breathing became more airy and he started to talk less, the unfamiliar voice talked more.

Holding his dick just looking at it the veins looked like they were about to burst and his tip was red and very sensitive.

He was really desperate for you.

Putting the tip of his dick in your mouth you heard him gasp then his co-worker as what was wrong which he replied “oh I just stubbed my toe.

Sucking lightly but also making sure to go as far down as you can made you struggle to take his length for a bit but you got used to it the longer you did it.

Mikes hand started to play with your hair, he tried his best to make a ponytail with one of his hands but failed.

Speeding up his hips started to thrust up into your mouth, small noises of his chair were heard but his co-worker was to busy to talk to even notice.

His hand started to grip your hair harder than before, he pushed your head down all the way down to his pelvis.

Not wanting to gag loudly you slowly moved to the tip of of his length.

His breathing was multiple seconds apart, he was holding his breath in so they didn’t sound weird to his co-worker.

His foot kicked your knee once again, you figured it was his way of saying that he was close.

Just then the meeting was over and his co- worker left shutting the door behind him.

He was close, you felt his dick start to twitch in your mouth.

Grabbing both sides of your head, pushing your head down all the way down his length again this time you feel his cum hit the back of your throat.

He had gotten a paper towel from his desk and placed it under your mouth telling you to spit.

You swallowed.

As you swallowed then showed him that you did by hanging your tongue out of your mouth his cock twitched.

He put his dick away not wanting to get hard again by your actions.

He kissed your cheek as he pulled you out his lap give you a hug then resting like that or the rest of his shift which ended in like 20 minutes.

Time flies when you suck off your boyfriend.

#josh hutcherson smut #mike schmidt smut #fnaf smut #smut #fluff #josh hutcherson #mike schmidt

[grey342]

hello,

I love your writings on Bradley!! And I wanted to ask if you could write about Bradley who comes out with the Reader who is a model and famous. Bradley is crazy in love with her and very possessive!

Mine

Bradley Cooper x famous! reader

synopsis - Bradley and his girlfriend go to an event for his movie when, one of his co-stars make a move on her.

warnings - Possessive! Bradley, guy being kinda pushy (ew) and dirty talk (barely any so don’t get excited 🫣).

authors note - Ah my heart you guys are too sweet 🤭, I love this request so much. I had to add this photo because he looks TOO fine and I thought it fit the theme :) So sorry this is coming out so late but I hope you love it!

please do not steal my work - belongs to @grey342

Brad’s gonna kill him.

You’re at an event with your boyfriend Bradley for his new movie. As soon as you got out of the car people were going crazy: Girls screaming, paparazzi and interviewers calling your names, trying to get one second of your attention.

You pair have been dating for a long time now.

It all started when he was invited to a runway show you were modelling in. Your very first one as well. He sat front row and couldn't take his eyes off you the entire time. This didn't go unnoticed by the press.

It was everywhere. "Bradley Cooper in love with new runway model!", "Brad getting heart eyes over new model!" and many more.

You ignored these articles as you assumed he was like every other famous person you knew. Selfish, big headed and ignorant. You didn't want to mix with people who behaved like that, modelling was your main focus and if people didn't like that, they knew where the door was.

He tried asking you out numerous occasions but you were very strong willed and always said no. Until one day, you finally gave in and said yes. And it was the best night you had in a while.

You soon realised that he wasn't like other people you had met, he seemed very down to earth and caring. You couldn't help falling for him.

Now here you are years later, happier than ever with a boyfriend who treats you like a goddess.

Bradley is so obsessed with you and he is not afraid to show it. Like last week, a brand invited you to the launch of it's new product and obviously you took him with you. Instead of being in the photos with you he was standing with the paps taking his own photos of you. As soon as you got home he made you pick your favourite one, it's now printed and inside his wallet.

You love each other so much and the world loves it to. Every week there's a news article about you and the fans love it.

You walk together hand in hand waiting to get your photos taken when you notice him staring at you.

"What?" You say softly.

"You are so beautiful sweetheart." He’s completely captivated by you. You feel your face heat up and you look away from him. Even after all these years, he could still make you blush like a teenager.

You get called up to have a photo by yourselves and with the main cast. You notice one of Brad's co-workers staring but you think nothing of it. When your done having your photos taken, you walk over to the bar and dining area.

Brad being the gentleman that he is offered to get your drinks and sent you over to a tall table to wait for him.

You pull out a compact mirror from your purse checking your appearance when you see the same man from earlier walking over to you. He has a grin from ear to ear plastered in his face. He swoops around to the other side of the table and leans on it, trying to act like he’s not posing.

“Hello there beautiful.” He flirts.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” You try and hide your smirk when you see a falter in his facade.

“No but I’d sure like to get to know you.” He says suggestively, looking you up and down as if you were a piece of meat.

“Oh really?,” he nods, “I don’t think my boyfriend would like that very much.”

“Boyfriend? I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. Where is he?”

“Right behind you.” You have to stop yourself from laughing when you see the look of absolute fear on the man’s face.

“B-Brad I did-”

“Care to tell me why you’re harassing my girlfriend?” He cuts him off. If you weren’t in this situation right now you would throw yourself at him because of how sexy he looks. He’s always sexy but there’s something about him being possessive that really gets you going.

“If I had known I’m so-” You smirk over the fact that he’s digging himself a deeper hole.

“Oh so, since it’s MY girlfriend you’re apologising but if it was any other innocent women you would have no issues pouncing on her.” The man looks lost for words.

“I- I-” He stutters.

“I-I,” Bradley mocks, “ if I catch you anywhere near her, or any other woman here I’ll make sure you’re carried back to your hotel room. Got it?” He’s merely inches away from his face now.

“Loud and clear. I’m sorry.” He apologises towards you. Bradley watches him and when he’s far enough away he turns his attention towards you.

“Are you okay honey?” He asks, his eyes full of concern.

“Yes I’m fine,” he looks at you not convinced, “ really I’m okay.” You place a tentative hand on his arm and squeezed in a soothing manner.

“Good.” He leans down to give you a tentative kiss on the lips. You go to deepen the kiss when he pulls away.

“You wanna get outta here?” He asks with a smirk.

You respond by grabbing his hand and dragging him over to the valet, he laughs. You smile on response and lean up to his ear.

“That was so sexy, as soon as we get home i’m ripping your clothes off..” This makes him laugh harder. When the car arrives your shoving him in, eager to go home and show Brad how much you love him.

#bradley cooper #bradley cooper x reader #phil wenneck #phil wenneck x reader #the hangover #x reader #smut #asks #possessive #boyfriend

[homesweetgoodneighbor]

As the holidays speed towards us like a bullet train, here are more ways to support/survive the fiber artist in your life. (You might as well print and save these, because we fiber artists will never learn our lesson.):

DO:

Make them stop each day before they hurt themselves. @gootspatrol made mention of this in a comment and I added it to a reblog, but I want to say it again because it is fucking IMPORTANT. All fiber arts are pretty much repetitive stress injuries waiting to happen. People think our crafts are easy peasy and have no clue that even "easy" things can also injure a body if done too much for too long. Do not work through the pain, folks. It absolutely will come back to haunt you.

Tell them to step back and work on another project if they are getting frustrated with the one they are currently working. I promise you we ALL have multiple projects going. Sometimes a project is just being fucking argumentative, and the situation devolves into such cussing and threats that anyone overhearing will be sure you live with a serial killer. Putting it down and doing another for a while, or at least until that one also becomes the bane of our existence, always helps.

Remind them their bladder exists and isn't meant to be ignored. Yes, I know that sounds silly, but many fiber artists already have ADHD, and we are notorious for ignoring bodily processes. Forgettingto eat is one thing, but much as we'd love to, we can't will our bladders to go away.

From time to time gush at how amazing their project is looking. Your fiber artist will always invariably say "It sucks sweaty donkey balls. I want to set fire to it, but I spent too much damn money on it." Ignore that. They say that because none of us can take compliments. Inside we are squeeing that you noticed. (Note: Be genuine or say nothing at all. We can sense false praise faster than a cat can hear the canned food being opened.)

Be a buffer towards those who do not understand. Tell those who dismiss your loved one's work as anything other than "hard work filled with love" to fuck all the way off. Do feel free to be creative when doing so. You will immediately be a super hero and probably prevent that other person from having their brains ripped out through their nostril by a crochet hook.

DON'T:

Laugh when we say "Next year I will start earlier/make less/buy gift cards instead." Yes, we know we are just kidding ourselves and living in denial. It's a design flaw in a fiber artist's nature. Just hug us and move on.

Have a calendar counting down the days to the holiday they are working towards. Do not even mention time. Doing so will send them spiraling into an almost barbaric berserker frenzy. They will become the whirling dervish of the cartoon Tasmanian devil with fiber and notions being flung about. There is high probability you will be sucked into it and put to work. Unless you feel up to being conscripted into detangling a ramen noodle pile of yarn, sorting thread, or being used as a dress form dummy every ten minutes, just keep your mouth shut.

Play the "Let's mess up their counting by nonchalantly telling a story of our ancestor in 1583 who had 5 goats and worked 50 hours a week and made 100 clocks that told 20 different times..." Look, fiber artists are willing to do something that is so repetitive as to be injurous. Do you think a few more of such actions to turn you into a tasteful decoration will discourage them? Remember: we work with fiber, and a noose is nothing but a bunch of fibers twisted together and tied into a neat knot. Don't fuck with us.

Love y'all! Please take care of yourselves! Be safe and I hope to see lots of pics of finished projects!

#fiber arts #fiber crafts #crochet #knitting #embroidery #sewing #hand sewing #weaving

[just-wrting]

Definitely a Little Jealous

Title: Definitely a Little Jealous

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Summary: During a case, you can’t seem to be left alone by one officer. Hotch takes matters into his own hands and shows that you’re not available.

Word Count: 2109

Master List

A/N: This was finished on Friday but I had no laptop to put the post together with over the weekend so here it is! A part 2/companion piece to my first Hotch piece!

Part 1

Yesterday marked six months into your relationship with Aaron Hotchner. After the case, you had gotten breakfast with him and it had quickly gone from there. Within only a few weeks, you had made yourselves official between the two of you. Neither of you said anything to the team. It wasn’t that either of you necessarily cared, but more if there was no need to announce it. They could figure it out on their own.

There were times that Hotch did his best to make sure that other people knew you were off limits. Standing behind you when people are looking at your ass, putting himself between you and others when they stand just a little too close, and even pressing his lips to your forehead when someone won’t stop pestering you. It was always the subtle things that kept people from hitting on you. Aaron’s an intimidating man as best and a scary one at worst.

You aren’t really scared of what he would do to the guys hitting on you. Scare them off, intimidate them, maybe threaten them a little but you figure that he’s just being overly worried. After all, you know about what’s happened to him, and you’re sure he doesn’t want to go through that again. Even if it’s just some other guy managing to whisk you away.

“So, agent, if we’re going to work on this case together, maybe we should know each other a little better. There’s this place I know that’s small and local, not to mention it’s amazing.”

You look up at the officer leaning on the table. His hand is spread all over the file you are reading. You wish he would leave you alone already, considering this was the third time he’d tried to ask you out.

“I’m actually super busy right now. Given that there is a serial killer out there and all, I think you should be busy too.”

Hotch walks in. The officer doesn’t even look up at him, instead choosing to give you an expectant look. You can tell that Hotch isn’t very happy with what’s going on. There’s a man trying to prove himself as an “alpha male” by harassing you and ignoring Hotch. Not only is the man impeding the investigation, he’s trying to get with you.

“What’s going on here?” Hotch’s voice makes sure that the officer looks at him.

Before the officer can speak, you answer him. “Nothing. Officer Jones was just leaving.”

The officer's hand crumples the paper it’s on before he stalks off. He certainly wasn’t happy about being interrupted. Not that you cared. You shouldn’t need to flaunt being in a relationship to be left alone.

“Was he bothering you?” Aaron asks mainly to be polite. He already knows the answer.

You lean back in the chair and rub your temples. This officer is pissing you off with his insistence. No matter how many times you say no, he doesn’t listen.

“We both know he is. I wish he’d leave me alone already but it’s not like I can just tell him I have a boyfriend without him asking for proof. I know cause he’s already asked for a picture of him.”

Aaron makes his way over to you and stands behind the chair. His hands run up your arms and grab onto your shoulders. He starts to slowly rub your shoulders and you lean your head into his stomach.

You’ve spent this whole case craving his touch. It’s not that he has been avoiding you, you’ve just been so busy. So much to look into with so little time.

“Aaron?” You ask and he hums in response. “God, I’ve missed just having you touch me.”

He chuckles and gives the top of your head a kiss. “I’ve missed you too. And don’t worry about Officer Jones. I’ll be taking care of him.”

As he says that, you hear the ice in his voice. He’s not pleased about this guy and you know he’s got a million ideas about taking care of him. This most likely ranges from giving him a lecture to the more extreme of giving this man a whole new job that wouldn’t be anything near a woman.

“I know you will, Aaron. If you had your way, you’d make sure that man probably never sees a woman again in his life.”

He doesn’t say anything, but gives your shoulders one last squeeze. You know he’d do a lot for you and yet, you want to ask him to stay just a moment longer. He would, and that’s the thing that would give it all away.

Rossi sticks his head through the door before you can ask anything of Aaron. “I’ll meet you in the car, Hotch. Don’t take too much longer bossing (Y/N) around.”

After Rossi’s head vanishes, you finally ask, “Can I sleep in your room tonight? I don’t think I can keep sleeping by myself.”

Aaron gives you a peck on the cheek as he answers, “You don’t even have to ask.”

With that, your boyfriend walks out the door to join the rest of the team while you sit and look at files. Well most of the team is off poking around various sites and talking to various people, one of them isn’t. You know just what to do to, hopefully, keep officer creepy away.

“Speak and you shall be heard.”

You give a smile as Garcia’s voice comes from the speaker of your phone. She was always there for whatever you needed and you were so happy to hear her voice.

“Garcia, honey, thank you so much for picking up,” you say with relief.

You can hear her smile through the phone, “This isn’t Agent Morgan’s phone number. Did he make you say such sweet things to me, (Y/N)?”

“Oh my technological goddess, can you please just keep me company?” You hear her giggle. “There’s this officer who won’t leave me alone so I figured if there’s another voice maybe he’ll leave me alone.”

You can picture her sitting up straighter and giving a frown. “Which one would this be?”

“Oh Garcia, you don’t have to look into this guy. Hotch already said he’d take care of it.”

You hear her scribble on a pad, no doubt to tell Hotch about making sure you don’t get left behind to be around creeps. “I’ll just ask Hotch later then. Speaking of the devil himself, did you hear the news? Hotch has a mystery lover.”

You pause. So everyone had figured out that Aaron Hotchner was in a new relationship. The only question you had is how many of the team had figured out it was you.

“Oh really? Do spill your reasoning, gossip queen.”

You kept your focus on the files as Garcia talked. You couldn’t let her distract you, even if you wanted to hear everything she was saying. The case came first, the gossip came second.

“Well, he’s been smiling a lot more. At first I didn’t think he was capable of smiling and then I thought maybe he was losing it. But the key thing is, it would usually be at his phone. As if someone was telling him funny things. He never really laughed though so I figured it had to be he was in love.”

“Uh huh. So Hotch has the ability to smile. A fascinating concept.”

Her little ‘hmph’ comes through the phone. “Okay how about this. I was late leaving the office one night and went to leave something on his desk. He’s always there so it wasn’t a surprise when his light was on, but the surprise is that I heard a voice come through his phone. A voice that he said ‘I love you’ to. And I know it wasn’t Jack’s voice.”

She got you there. Aaron is a man who doesn’t say that to many people. It was actually just over a week ago and it was the first time he had told you that.

“Okay, okay. You win. Hotch has a mystery lover that he’s hiding.”

You hear her phone ring and she puts you on hold. You want to spill the beans but you opt to carefully consider what you’ll say next. Maybe having her give an idea of the sort of person he’d now be with would be fun.

A voice behind you spoke up. “Talking about your boss like that, agent?”

You turn the chair around and look at Office Jones. “Actually I was just having a member of my team keep me company. I’ve found three possible suspects. What have you managed to do?”

“How about this, you go out with me. And I don’t tell your boss about this.”

You see Hotch enter the room. “Office Jones, we need to stop meeting like this. What information are you blackmailing my agent about?”

You hear Garcia start to say something but you cut her off. “I called Garcia in an effort to have Officer Jones leave me alone. The topic turned to work gossip about you having a new relationship.”

Garcia profusely apologizes through the phone. “I’m so sorry sir. I was just trying to keep her company and know that your personal life is not for any of us to speculate on. I shouldn’t have taken up a half hour of Agent (Y/N)’s time.”

With that, Garcia disconnects. You know it’s not her fault and you feel bad. Aaron might scold her about it later, but you plan on doing your best to make sure that he doesn’t.

“Officer Jones, I’m going to tell you this only once. If you come near my agent ever again, it will be your last action as an officer. Do I make myself clear?” Aaron’s face is set and his gaze is cold.

You’re hoping Officer Jones will back down but he doesn’t seem keen on doing so. You know you should be bothered by Aaron trying to not fight this guy over his disrespect but you can’t help but get flustered. Hotch being jealous, even a little possessive, is hot.

“Here.” Hotch hands you a little box. “Originally I was going to give it to you yesterday but then we got the case. My next plan was to wait until we got home but I suppose now is a better time.”

The box is a little fuzzy and you immediately know it’s jewelry. It must be a gift for your six month anniversary, but Aaron must have brought it with him on the case.

“You didn’t have to bring it with you,” you protested. “The gift I got you is still sitting at my apartment. And this better not be expensive or I’ll have you hold onto to it for a more special time.”

You open the box anyway. Inside sits a simple gold necklace. The simple gold chain holds a round locket that when you pop open, contains a picture of Aaron and Jack together. When you twist it in your fingers, you feel Aaron’s and your own initials.

“Oh my god. This had to have been expensive,” you whisper. “Aaron, how could you? We agreed on a maximum price.”

Officer Jones looks between the two of you and scoffs. “This is your little boyfriend you won’t show me pictures of?”

Aaron takes the necklace out of the box and clasps it around your neck. You can feel your face get warm and you really wish that it hadn’t come to him being so open about what you were to him. Not that you could’ve stopped him.

“Now if you don’t mind,” Aaron gives Jones a harsh look, “if you even think about disrupting any of my agents while we work on this case, I will be having a word with your superior. Is that understood?”

Jones glances at you before turning and walking out of the room. Rossi walks in to take his place and gives a glance over his shoulder at the officer. The three of you stand in silence for a moment.

“Well glad that got sorted out without a fight. I was worried you might hit him, Hotch. You haven’t been too subtle about your feelings,” Rossi comments with a grin. “I’m not gonna tell the others but I know I will be a little bit richer once you do.”

You put your hands over your face while Rossi’s grin gets even bigger. Aaron sighs and gives him a pointed look that has no effect on the older man. The three of you only start moving once the others start to walk in and wonder what’s going on.

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[beyondthesefourwalls]

Remember You Even When I Don't (9)

Summary: A training accident, the doctor had told him. A nasty one that led him here, laying in a hospital bed with a splitting headache and an inability to remember the woman sitting beside him. What he did know, though, was that you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and you felt important to him. That, as it turns out, would become an understatement.

Words: 5.5K

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw/Reader (no use of y/n, so can be read as unnamed oc)

Warnings: angst, hospitals, memory loss, language, suggestive themes, smut

Notes: Thank you to everyone who continues to like, comment, and reblog! They are so unbelievably appreciated.

This was inspired by a one shot by the lovely @roosterforme and would not exist without her assistance. If you haven't read any of her stuff, please check out her masterlist - you won't be disappointed! All of the thanks to her and @mak-32 for being the best cheerleaders and friends I could ask for!

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You find out a few days after your hospital trip that an article you wrote before his accident is being nominated for an award. He doesn’t care if he didn’t understand a word of what it said or recognize any of the names cited in it; he’s so damn proud of you. 

He tells you that you should celebrate. Go out with all of your friends and have a proper party in your honor, but you shake your head at his suggestion. 

“I just want to celebrate with you.” 

He’s not a great cook, and grilled cheese doesn’t seem celebratory enough, so he orders the two of you Thai food that’s a touch too spicy for him and that you eat like it’s nothing, and you pair it with a few cans of your favorite sour beer that you keep stocked. When the plastic containers are cleared away, he pops a bottle of Prosecco that he grabbed from your wine fridge. You grin at him so hard that he feels like he’s missing out on an inside joke, but can’t figure out what it is. You giggle when he asks, holding out your glass for him to pour instead of giving him an answer. He doesn’t pay attention, too busy staring into your eyes, so he startles when the glass almost immediately bubbles over. Your giggling turns into full fledged laughter. 

“I knew that would happen,” you smirk. You swipe some of the overflowed liquid off the glass and bring your finger to your lips. Bradley is entranced, watching you lick it away. He knows he’s staring, and you raise an eyebrow at him as you hold your glass up. Your smirk is making him dizzy.

He raises his own glass, clinking it against yours lightly, “Cheers to you, Sweetheart.” 

“Cheers,” you murmur, eyes locked on his as you take a sip. 

The two of you settle onto the couch, the bottle of Prosecco on the coffee table in front of you. Your socked feet nudge against his thigh as you sit facing him, and he only hesitates for a moment before he lets his hand comfortably cover your ankle, his thumb ghosting up and down the joint as the two of you lose yourselves in conversation. He asks you about work and the article you had written; he was interested in the material, sure, but he also knew how passionate you were about what you did and that you could ramble about it when you wanted to, and he loved listening to you talk. 

You make it through the first bottle easily, and he opens the second one in much the same fashion as he did the first. He enjoys watching the way your face flushes and the way you giggle more as the champagne hits your system. He finds himself scooting closer to you as it hits him, too. Your legs are draped over his lap at this point and while one arm rests on the back of the couch behind him, the other is laying across your legs above your knees. Your black leggings are soft against the palm of his hand, and he finds a loose thread at the outer seam of your thigh to pick at. 

“Do you miss it?” he asks, “working full time?”

“Sometimes,” you admit with a shrug. You were only doing a few hours a week now, writing or offering commentary when it was asked of you. He knew that you were asked to be part of a panel covering the election earlier, but that you had declined, knowing it would put you in DC for a few days and unwilling to leave him, despite how great of an opportunity it was. 

“You can start back anytime, Pumpkin. I don’t want to hold you back.”

“You aren’t,” you promise, and your smile tells him you mean it. “I like spending time with you like this. Unless you’re getting sick of me already? I’ll make some calls tomorrow and see if they need me in Washington if that’s the case.” 

Your voice has taken on that familiar teasing tone that he loved so much and he laughs, shaking his head. 

“I don’t think it’s possible to be sick of you. I’d miss you too much if you weren’t here,” he teases back, though his words were true. 

“I bet you would.”

“I would! Who else would cook me dinner or drive me around and keep me entertained?”

You throw your head back as you laugh, and his smirk turns into a tipsy grin at the vision you create. It still shocks him, this effect you have on him. 

“That’s all I’m good for, huh?”

“You’re good for a lot of things,” he promises, and though his voice still has that little bit of a teasing lilt to it, neither of you can deny how serious he sounds, either. 

You stare at him for a long moment, your bottom lip drawn between your teeth in a way that makes his heart beat faster. Your cheeks are flushed so prettily, your eyes wide and bright. You look like you’re calculating something and he patiently waits you out. 

“I’m so glad we’re here,” you eventually whisper, and the quirk of his eyebrow asks the question he doesn’t verbally. “Things could have ended differently.”

“Pumpkin..”

“They could have.” He knows you’re right, but that doesn’t mean he likes to hear it. You cup his cheek and your soft hand against his scruff is the best kind of juxtaposition. He turns his head just the slightest bit, pressing a kiss against your palm. Your lips part slightly at the action. “But instead, you’re right here with me, and things may not be the same, but…they’re getting there. I don’t have to miss you when you’re right in front of me anymore, not completely, at least.” 

“What do you mean, completely?” 

Your eyes widen briefly, like you just embarrassed yourself with your own words. The heat that takes over your face is different from the flush you had from the champagne. It draws him in closer, his hand spreading out on your outer thigh. Your hand is still on his face and your eyes are growing darker, but you bite your lip and shake your head. 

“It’s nothing.” 

“Pumpkin.” Your eyes flutter shut for a moment and you shiver, then, and Bradley suddenly has an idea of what it was you were thinking. You may not have to miss him emotionally, for the most part, but you’re still missing him in other ways. His mind flashes back to the photos he found in his phone. And maybe it’s the champagne in his system or the way you’re looking at him, or maybe just how familiar you feel to him lately, but he finds himself wanting to be bold. “Do you miss…being able to send me pictures, like you did before?” 

You gasp out a sharp, surprised sound, your eyes widening more than before. He feels you tense against him and for a moment he questions whether that was the right thing to say. 

“I found them,” he tells you before you could ask, and his hand has started slowly trailing up and down on your thigh as it lays in his lap. “When I was going through my phone last week. I hadn’t meant to but I was reading our messages and then saw a picture you had sent me and remembered that there were more. Maybe I shouldn’t have looked at them.” 

But you’re already shaking your head, murmuring that it was okay. 

“Did you…did you like them?” you stutter, and your voice is smaller, more insecure than Bradley had ever heard, and he didn’t like that tone - he never wanted you to feel anything but confident with him.  

He hooks a finger under your chin, raising your eyes so that they’ll meet him again from where they had fallen in your sudden display of shyness. “I did,” he promises, and your lips part again.“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Pumpkin.” 

Your breathing intermingles as he leans forward, and he can taste the Prosecco on your lips when he kisses you. 

You pull away after only a moment and Bradley chases after you. You duck your head, and his kiss lands on your burning cheek instead. You won’t meet his eyes.

“Hey,” he murmurs, and you shake your head. “Pumpkin?” 

“I’m a little embarrassed,” you admit, and it seems unimaginable to him, knowing how comfortable you usually are in your body, especially when it comes to him. But then he realizes that while he may know that, you don’t know that he knows that, because this is something he’s kept to himself since that very first morning waking up beside you after weeks without it and the shower it forced him into afterward. 

He takes a deep breath and moves his hand higher on your leg. Your leggings are pulled tight around your butt, but he squeezes lightly and your eyelashes flutter as you draw your lip between your teeth again. 

“I don’t think you were embarrassed when you took them.” 

Your eyes open just the slightest bit, and he swallows thickly before continuing. 

“I don’t think you were embarrassed when you went in our closet and got my uniform hat out as soon as I left for work that morning, and how you undressed yourself and put it on for me to tease me, knowing I had a hop that day that would get my adrenaline running. I don’t think you were embarrassed when I came home that night, and I found you on our bed, touching yourself while you were waiting for me. Or how that hat stayed on the whole time and I didn't take it off until you were almost asleep on my chest afterwards.” 

Your breathing quickens as he speaks. The whimper you let out when his words clicked in your head sent a shot of heat straight through him; not all of those things were mentioned in your text thread or documented in that scandalous little secret album he had made of you. Which means it was something he remembered about you - about the two of you, together. 

You’re the one who kisses him, this time, and he’s immediately opening his mouth for you. As your tongues tangle together, he grabs your ass a little bit firmer and before he realizes what he’s doing, you’re straddling him there on the couch. You hover above him at first, but he shakes his head into the kiss and pulls you flush down on him. You moan into each other’s mouths and Bradley kisses you harder. 

Hands wander and tongues explore and Bradley thinks this may be what heaven feels like.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers into your skin, his lips trailing up and down your neck as you heave for air; your chest presses against his with every exhale. “I don’t say it enough.”

“You always made me feel beautiful, baby. Every day.”

He doesn’t like that word - made. Because that implied he didn’t now, at least not in the same ways, and all he wants is to love you and cherish you and make you feel wanted, because he does and you are. 

He pulls back just enough to meet your eyes. They’re hooded. Dark. Full of a desire that’s still guarded even if you’re trying to hide the fact. 

“I’ll tell you everyday from now on. I’ll make sure you know.”

He cuts off your response with another kiss, catching your moan in his mouth. His hands trail back down over your body, feeling your curves in the most delicious of ways, to settle back on your full behind. He squeezes harder this time and his hips buck up at the same time you grind down. He knows that you can feel how hard he is; he can’t bring himself to be ashamed. He repeats the action and when he feels you tug on his hair, he rips his mouth away from yours to let out a long, drawn out sound. 

“Fuck,” he moans, and you pull on the strands again. “I like that.”

“I know,” you hum before Bradley connects your lips again. He keeps a solid grip on you and uses the momentum of the moment to his advantage, twisting the two of you so that he can lay you down on the couch cushions with him bracketed between your legs without ever losing contact with you. Your heels dig into his lower back as you arch into him.

He loses track of how long he holds you down and kisses you; all the time in the world would never be enough for him. 

He angles himself up just the slightest bit so he can fit one of his hands between the two of you. He’s desperate to feel you against his fingers. But it’s when he’s slipping past the waistband of your thin pants that you grip his wrist. 

“Wait,” you pant. Bradley pauses immediately, his chest heaving. “Wait, wait.”

“Pumpkin?” 

“We should stop,” you insist, nodding your head when he shakes his at you. He knows that even if the words are coming from your mouth, you’re fighting them. 

“Why?” 

“Because,” you say, “I want you so much, baby.”

“Then I don’t understand why we’re stopping. I want you too. I want you so much.” He places a few featherlight kisses against your cheeks and forehead. To his surprise, tears well in your eyes at the action. “Sweetheart?”

“That’s why we have to stop,” you croak. You push against him again, and this time, Bradley moves so that you can slip out from underneath him. He lays on his side on the couch, partially propped up by one arm as you stand in front of him.

“I don’t understand,” he mutters again, feeling just a little bit hopeless, and he watches as you fight to catch your breath. You’re twisting your ring again, and as was common recently, he feels the lack of one on his own finger. 

“You said-we said we wanted to go slow, remember? That we would wait…wait until things were how they used to be.” 

Bradley sits up, then, eyeing you carefully. He goes over your words in his head, wondering what it was you meant. He thought things had been getting better. From what he remembers, how the two of you have been acting with one another and how he feels is how things used to be. He licks his lips as he considers how to respond. He can still taste the coconut of your chapstick. 

“Are they not…how they used to be?” 

“That’s not what I’m saying!” Your eyes are wide and he believes you. You’re fighting with yourself right now, an inner turmoil that is manifesting itself in the way you twist your ring and run your hand through your ruffled hair. “I know I can’t have it exactly the same. And I’m okay with that, really! But I-I don’t want to do this if we aren’t on the same page, okay? I won’t be something that you regret. I don’t…I wouldn’t be able to handle that.” 

There’s something you’re not saying. Something you’re scared to say, and Bradley knows that whatever it is is because you don’t want to make him feel bad. 

It clicks, then, that he hasn’t been the only one holding back. He had been fighting himself, trying to be considerate of your feelings and not overwhelm you with something he didn’t understand yet, all the while you had been doing the very same as you fought yourself to protect him from how you feel. You hadn’t asked for another I love you since that night on the porch, not wanting to hear it if he didn’t know he meant it. You really didn’t know how he felt now, because he had been too scared to share it with you. He can’t believe he hasn’t put together how much the both of you need that until this moment. You had made yourself vulnerable for him that time, and he needed to do the same with you now.

Bradley stands from the couch, calling your name softly. You stop your pacing, your gaze still as dark and hooded and worried as it was a moment ago. You chew on your bottom lip as you look at him. He grabs your left hand, pulling you closer to him, and takes your place in rubbing his finger over the ring he had placed there 3 years ago. Your breath catches, and it doesn’t escape him that this is the first time he’s intentionally touched the jewelry. 

He thought he’d be nervous at this moment. In all the times he thought about it, it shook him to the core so vividly that he kept it to himself. But he didn’t feel any of the anticipated butterflies in his stomach, or a whirling in his head. Instead he feels completely at ease - calmer than he has been since he woke up in that hospital bed almost two months ago. 

He doesn’t remember everything, but he remembers enough to know not only you, but how he feels about you.

He knows you prefer iced coffee all year round regardless of the temperature outside. He knows that you keep chapstick in almost every room, and that even if you don’t admit it, sometimes you wish you had a better relationship with your parents. He knows that building this home with you was the first time he ever touched his mothers life insurance policy, because he knew that’s what she would want and it made him feel like she was a part of this experience, too. You preferred putting up Christmas decorations the day after Halloween and you miss the snow that came with living in the northeast. You watch way too much true crime to the point you sometimes make yourself a little paranoid when the lights are off, but he always enjoyed holding you a little closer when you felt that way. He knows that you make him smile and feel things he had never known before. You protect him and you love him and he wants to be with you, always, and would do anything for you. And he thinks he knew those things even before he knew you, both times around. 

“I love you.”

He sees your lips part, and your eyes immediately fill with tears again. He hates making you cry but he knows, he knows these are good tears, and so long overdue. 

“You do?” You ask, voice trembling with emotion. Bradley nods, feeling a lump forming in his throat. With the hand not holding yours, he pushes some of your hair out of your face, letting his fingers trail over the smooth skin. 

“I’ll always love you, Pumpkin. I promised you that, remember?” 

You let out a sob, then, nodding your head rapidly and squeezing his hand. “I do. Do you?” 

He hums in response, and a small smile quirks at his lips. “Loving you was the easiest thing I’ll ever remember, baby. I don’t think it’s something that I ever really forgot.” 

You kiss him then and it’s desperate in a way that it hasn’t been up until this point. He bends his knees and you jump to wrap your legs around his waist and it feels so good, holding you closely like this. There was a certain kind of thrill knowing that he was the only thing keeping you upright and that you trusted him so fully to not let you fall. Your arms are tight around his neck. He wants you, maybe more than anything he’s ever wanted before. 

It’s a fumble of kisses and moans as he carries you up the stairs. He trips near the top, and you let out almost giddy laughter when he slams you back into the wall to avoid an uncomfortable trip back down to the first floor. 

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he pants, kissing you again, pulling away only to press his lips to your cheeks and to nip at your jaw. The wall gives him leverage and he pushes his hips hard into yours; he swears he can almost feel how wet and warm you are through both of your clothing already. He’s harder than he can ever remember being and the breathy little moan you let out makes him throb. 

“Take me to bed,” you accompany the request with a tug of the curls on the back of his head and he crashes his lips back to yours before you can even get another word in. 

He pulls you away from the wall and finishes the climb. Your tongue tangles with his the whole way to your room and it’s not until he sets you down at the foot of the bed that he pulls away. It’s silent for a moment, the only sound is your combined heavy breathing as you stare at one another. 

“Are you alright?” you ask softly, and Bradley thinks he could cry, all of a sudden. He’s not sure what he did to deserve someone who cares about him the way you so effortlessly and willingly do. 

“I’m perfect,” he says in response. A beat passes and he sees you slowly reaching for the hem of your shirt, but he grabs your wrist, stopping you.

“Let me,” he rasps. Slowly, he slides his hands under the fabric, feeling the skin soft and burning under his fingertips. You lift your arms above your head and he takes the hint without a question. The material comes off easily, but he doesn’t linger; he wants to see all of you.

The wide surface of his hands rest against the soft skin of your waistline, his thumbs briefly caressing the skin just under your bra, before he lets them trail down to your hips. Without a word, he sinks down to his knees in front of you. He looks up at you, meeting your eyes, and though no question really needs to be asked at this point, you answer him anyway with a small nod. He leans forward and presses a featherlight kiss against your stomach. Slowly, he peels the stretchy material down your legs. It pools at your feet and he looks up at you again, your eyes blown dark and wide with desire and love. 

“I love you,” he says again, followed by another kiss to your panty line. Lingering, gentle. His eyes flutter briefly and he lets himself breathe you in for a moment before continuing on the mission he set out to do. 

He tugs the pretty pink cotton down your legs. His lips follow, kissing first your hip bone and then the top of your thighs, and your fingertips dig into his shoulders that you’re holding onto for purchase as you lift each leg to let him remove the material completely. 

He rises slowly, and you don’t hesitate to thread your fingers through his hair again and tug his lips to yours as he does. His hands glide up your spine, feeling each ridge as he goes, and he loves the way you shiver for him. He only fumbles with the clasp of your black bra for a moment before he feels it give. He takes a small step back, admiring the way it looks as it falls down your shoulders. He swallows thickly as he tugs it gently, giving it that last little bit of momentum to separate from your body and fall to the ground between you. 

You don’t move to cover yourself, completely bare before him, and he marvels at the work of art that you create. You’re beautiful, astonishingly so, and he can’t believe that you’re his; he can’t believe that you chose him. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathes out. With those words, he learns that you flush all over. 

He tugs at his own shirt, quickly ridding himself of that and the pants he had been wearing, and when he’s down to just his boxer briefs, he pulls you against him again, already missing the feel of your lips on his. He picks you up once more, only to lay you down on the soft blanket covering your bed. He climbs on top of you, and seeing you like this, spread out underneath him, is nearly his undoing. 

“I love you,” he whispers, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. Then to your nose, brief and chaste, before continuing down, ghosting of touches to your chin and your neck. His lips make it to a freckle on your clavicle, and it’s warmer, open and wet, and you arch up into him with a gasp. When he circles your nipple with his tongue, you moan for him. 

“Bradley.” 

But he’s not done yet, wants to taste you all over. A hunger grows in him the closer he gets, and you must know what he’s intending because you let the thighs you had been rubbing together fall open before him. He can see how wet you are, how you glisten against the small smattering of hair you have there. His mouth waters as your scent hits him, musky and floral and something that is just you, and he doesn’t hesitate as he flattens his tongue against your folds. You taste devine. He groans against you as he does it again, licking all the way up before he wraps his lips around your clit. 

“Bradley, oh god.” 

Blindly, he grabs your hands from where they’re clenching the comforter. He threads his fingers with yours and you squeeze tight. He feels the pressure of your rings. 

You’re whining underneath him as he continues lapping at your core and he thinks he could come just from the sounds you’re making and the taste of you. He pushes his tongue inside of you and he can’t help but look up at you from his position. Your head is thrown back, your lip between your teeth, and oh, no, that won’t do. 

“I want to hear you,” he pulls away to say, diving back in once he sees you release your lip. As he closes around your sensitive nub again, he’s rewarded with a loud gasp, followed by a keen of his name. 

Yes, he thinks, that’s more like you. 

Your orgasm hits you faster than he anticipated just a few moments later. Your hips grind up into his face as he sucks furiously at your clit and god damn, he can’t believe he could have ever forgotten you. 

He’s panting when he pulls away, licking his lips to chase the taste of you. He rests his cheek on your thigh, watching as you come down. Your chest heaves and your whole body seems to tremble in the aftershocks of it, and when you open your eyes and look down at him, he’s a little bit startled to see them glassy with tears. 

“Pum-” 

“Come here,” you gasp, tugging your hands loose from where they were still intertwined with his to pull him back up your body. You kiss him, desperate and wanting, and he knows you must be able to taste yourself on his tongue. He pulls away, panting from the lack of oxygen. 

“You’re crying,” he notes. 

“You’re real,” you return, clutching at his bare back, and he understands immediately - he had been right here, but still out of reach for you for way too long. “I love you, and I missed you so much.” 

“I’m right here,” he promises, pressing a kiss to your cheek, your nose, your lips. “I’m never leaving you again.” It’s not a promise he’s guaranteed to keep, but he knows he’d do everything in his power for the rest of his life not to break it. 

“Off,” you command, trying to push the green material of his briefs, the only thing still separating you, down with your feet like they had personally offended you. “Baby, please. Please, please, please.” 

Seeing you desperate like this makes him dizzy and he’s quick to appease you. When he settles himself flush on top of you, you both moan at the feeling. He’s hot and heavy against your warm and wet center; Bradley doesn’t know how he’s going to last. He places a tender, chaste kiss to your lips as he lines himself up, whispering again that he loves you against your mouth. 

Sliding into you feels like the first time, and he supposes in a way, it is. You feel like home and hope and everything good and he never wants to be away from you again. 

It was too much. It wasn’t enough. It was everything, all at once. 

“Fuck,” he rasps. “You feel so good, baby. So fucking amazing. I’m not going to last,” he pants, desperately trying to regain some control over himself. He had never felt this close this fast, but the emotions of the night mixed with how long it’s been were proving to be detrimental to his stamina. He needed this, so badly. You both did. You shake your head and assure him that it’s okay. You clench around him and his arms shake from where he’s holding himself up above you. He drops to his forearms, unable to take it. 

“Move,” you gasp, and who is he as your husband to deny you anything? 

Bradley slowly pulls his hips back, enjoying the drag as he goes, but relishing in how much better it feels to sink back into you. Over and over again he repeats the motion. A tremble climbs up his spine as he kisses along your jaw, nipping at you softly and soothing it with his tongue. He settles his face into the curve of your neck, panting against your skin. 

His chest is pressed against yours, your nails scraping down in his back in a way that he hopes he carries with him for the next few days. Your heels press into the back of his thighs and urge him forward with every thrust, meeting him move for move. The sounds you were making were like music and with every gasp and moan of his name, he craves more. 

“Let go, sweetheart,” you murmur in his ear, nudging your nose along the scruff of his beard. But he shakes his head, unwilling to lose himself before you did, too. He brings his hand down to your center, circling gently at first before rapidly rubbing at your clit with his fingers to push you closer to that edge he was already precariously dangling on. 

“You’re so tight,” he murmurs, delighting in the way you immediately clench down. “I want you to come for me, Pumpkin.” 

“Bradley,” you whimper, clutching him closer. He knows that you’re almost there, knows it like he knows how much he loves you and how lucky he is to be married to you. 

“My perfect wife,” he breathes, and that’s what finally does it. 

You break with a sob, and oh. Having you come on his tongue is one thing, but feeling you come around his cock is something almost otherworldly. He knows he’ll never feel anything like it again outside of you.

He loses his rhythm as he chases his own end. You’re impossibly tight around him and he knows nothing but you at this moment. You moan his name again and his orgasm pulses at his core and sweeps through him. He releases inside of you with a shout of your name and you clutch at him as he rides it out. 

It’s almost too overwhelming, everything that he’s feeling right now. You run your fingers through his hair as he tries to catch his breath, softly combing through the damp strands. He gives a few lazy after thrusts and you whimper at the oversensitivity it causes, but shake your head when he goes to pull out. 

“Stay,” you murmur, voice tired in the best of ways, “stay.” 

He presses his forehead against yours and your breaths mingle together. He forces his eyes to stay open, wanting to see you in the afterglow. It occurs to him, then, that this experience was entirely his own. There was no tingling in his brain or fuzziness in his line of vision that always came when a memory hit him. This was new. A refreshed start, not muddled by the confusion of what was and what is. It’s just the two of you, here, together, finding peace and pleasure and love no matter the circumstance that got you here.

“I love you,” he whispers. It must be the fifth or eighth or maybe even the twelfth time tonight, but he doesn’t care. He’s gone so long without saying it that he feels like he had to make up for lost time. 

“I love you, too.” 

He wants to stay in your arms forever, and for the first time since he woke up in the hospital, when he was overwhelmed with emotions he didn’t understand, he feels like maybe he can. 

-----

Part Ten :: Series Masterlist :: Main Masterlist

Notes: The moment I feel like people have been waiting for! I hope you enjoyed! Just a few more parts left :)

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[rainbowsky]

I just want to address this because I've seen a lot of international turtles freaking out and getting all excited about it - the supposed movie GG and DD are set to star in together.

I'm a bit surprised that anyone takes this even remotely seriously. Just a reminder that Douban is a user edited site just like IMDB and Wikipedia. Don't be sucked into ridiculous things like this. I put the chance of GG and DD starring in a film together at about 0.05%.

As I have said in the past, GG and DD are highly unlikely to ever work together again - at least not in the foreseeable future. Their fans wouldn't stand for it - and we should all know this by now. The fan wars would be horrible, unprecedented and potentially career-destroying on both sides. The arguments over which got higher billing than the other - that alone would burn down the internet.

They're also both top stars, so it's unlikely a production could afford them both, or that their schedules would coincide in such a way as to make a collaboration like this possible.

If they were to take a chance on working together again - and for countless reasons it would be a huge risk for them both - I doubt they'd do so unless the project and the production team were so high profile and undeniable that fans on both sides couldn't help but be excited for the opportunity and couldn't help but accept that it was a good choice for them. Wong Kar Wai, Ang Lee and the like. Even then, I'm not sure fans would accept it.

Never lose sight of how deeply the hatred runs between their two fan groups, or of how massive an impact that's going to have on their future choices, or on any chance of their appearing together.

All that aside, GG and DD are individuals who've worked hard to forge their own separate careers and build their individual successes. I don't think they'd be eager to throw back in together on a project so that they can be further lumped together and so there can be further public speculation about them and their relationship.

We're 5 years out since the Untamed and GG and DD STILL can't even appear on the same stage at an awards show, and turtles seriously think they're going to appear in a film together?

Please wake up and stop setting yourselves up for disappointment. Such ideas are nothing more than a wild fantasy, no matter how appealing they may seem. I urge every fan to try to come down to earth, take care of yourselves by being realistic and not buying into ridiculous rumors.

We're unlikely to even get a statement about this fake project. At most it will quietly disappear from Douban.

Remember: Melons are to be enjoyed but never believed.

#bjyx #yizhan #ggdd in the public eye #don't choke on melon seeds #rumor mill

[urhoneycombwitch]

Valentine’s can be a drag especially for those of us with seasonal depression so this one goes out to YOU, my loves. Take care of yourselves and here’s a lil’ Eddie escapism.

cw: depression, fluff, r referred to as girl. also r fits into Eddie's old clothes but in my perfect world everything always fits just right! <3

___

Eddie peers through your front windows, forehead pressed to the cold glass, seeing only a shadowed living room and hoping your elderly neighbor with the yappy little dog doesn’t come out to yell at him again. This is his girlfriend’s house after all, and it’s Valentine’s Day, he’s got a right to be here- even if he looks like a stalker while doing it. 

He’s just worried about you, truth be told- he knows you’ve been feeling low lately, that bone-deep depression settling around you like a cloud you can’t seem to shake. Thing is, Eddie’s great at getting you to cheer up, so he figured when you didn’t return his calls yesterday to make Valentine’s plans he’d bring the outing to you instead. 

He raps his knuckles on your front door again, calling your name in a voice just-below a shout- “Angel, will you let me in? I’m pretty sure my left toe has frostbite, might need you to check it out-”

His ramble is interrupted when the door creaks open, and there you are, his girl- dressed in soft sweats and a thick pair of socks, one of his old band sweaters hugging your frame as you blink in surprise.

“Eddie,” you start, a little unsure, and he realizes in the span of a few seconds that he’s got it all wrong. You look so worn out, like you haven’t slept in days, even worse than when he saw you last. 

His heart twists at the same time your gaze drops to the box of chocolates and VHS tape in his hand, and your voice comes out all watery and it kills him. 

“Oh, shit, Eddie. I completely forgot. I’m so, so sorry.”

There are tears swimming in your eyes now and Eddie’s desperate for them not to spill over; mindlessly he tosses all the shit that doesn’t really matter to the porch and steps forward to wrap you in his arms. 

“Shh, sweetheart, it’s okay. Please don’t cry. You’ve got nothing to apologize for,” he soothes, running warm hands up and down your back, letting you crush your face to his chest. “I’m the one who’s a dope for the holidays, but it’s only ‘cuz I love you so much.”

“I wanted tonight to be special,” you say tearily, shuddering breaths coming too quick as Eddie tucks his chin over the crown of your head and holds you tight. “But I’ve just been so… out of it lately and I lost track of the days and I’m sorry-”

“Hey, I’m serious. No more apologies, ‘kay?” Eddie pulls back just far enough to settle his hands on either side of your face, cool rings at your cheeks as he brushes away your tears. “If you wanna be alone, I get it, babe, we can make plans another-”

“No!” You’re quick to interject, hands tightening around Eddie’s waist. “No, please stay. I can’t promise I’ll be any fun…”

Eddie scoffs at this, rolls his eyes before leaning down to give you a chaste and sweet kiss. “Liar. You’re always fun. I have fun just lookin’ at you. Fun should be your middle name.”

A half-smile pulls at your lips, and Eddie counts it as a win. He briefly extricates himself from you to scoop up the stuff he’d tossed to the porch, offering you the heart-shaped box and the VHS of Dirty Dancing. “Be my Valentine?”

He accents this request with an eyebrow wiggle, which wins him one of your real smiles, and you pull him into the house. “Okay. Only if you’ll be mine.”

Eddie shuts the door with his boot. “Got yourself a deal, princess.”

Another small smile, there and gone in a flash but still enough to make Eddie’s heart swell. You take the tape and frown at it. “Dirty Dancing? I thought you hated Patrick Swayze. Something about his hair being too much competition…”

“You’re right, I hate the guy, but I love you and I know you love this movie,” Eddie counters, shucking off his jacket and toeing off his boots.

You smile fondly, reaching to run a hand through Eddie’s mane of dark curls. “Well, for the record, Pat’s got nothin’ on you.”

Eddie gathers all the blankets in your house and makes a cozy nest for the two of you on the couch; you cuddle up in front of the TV with the box of chocolates to share, Eddie’s arm wrapped snug around your shoulders as the swell of beginning credits plays.

By the time the movie’s over, you’ve both fallen asleep in each other’s arms, Eddie with his head tipped back against the couch and you on his chest. The wind bites against the windows, cold and unforgiving, but the both of you stay warm and comfy under tattered quilts and fuzzy covers.

It’s the best sleep either of you have had in days. 

#eddie munson x reader #e.m. thots from lu #eddie munson

[sourwolf-sterek32]

The Dirt (Your Version)

Summary: Meeting Nikki Sixx and Tommy Lee was a coincidence. Being friends was a choice. But falling in love with them both was beyond your control.

Or

A rewrite of The Dirt with all the highs and lows of Mötley Crüe from your perspective.

Pairings: Nikki Sixx x Reader, Tommy Lee x Reader, Nikki Sixx x Tommy Lee x Reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Trigger Warning- suicidal thoughts and MAJOR self-harm. Please do not read if this triggers you. Take care of yourselves xx

Previous Chapter

Chapter 17- Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms

Time went by in a blur. Months. Years. It all blurred together.

Nikki and Tommy, even Mick had tried to contact you. They came to your house, but you never answered the door. You couldn't talk to them. You couldn't face them after what had happened.

Mötley Crüe was finished... and it was because of you.

Then you saw on the news that Mötley Crüe had come out with a new album with John Corabi as their new lead singer.

It was bittersweet.

On one hand, you were happy for the guys and relieved that Mötley Crüe could still live on. But at the same time, it upset you.

There was no Mötley Crüe without Vince Neil. Sure, they were still recording music and now apparently going on tour, but it wasn't the same. Maybe you were bias, but Vince was the voice of Mötley Crüe. They couldn’t replace the frontman of the band and expect it to be the same.

You never tried to get in contact with the band. It hurt. You still loved them all dearly, but they didn't need you as a backup singer, and you didn't want to do it without your brother there. It wouldn't be right, and the guys wouldn't want you there anyway.

This whole mess was your fault to begin with.

So, you isolated yourself. From Nikki, from Tommy, from Mick, from everyone. You rarely left the house. What was the point? What would you even do? You had nobody left.

Growing up you had no one except for Vince. Your entire childhood was nothing but a blur of shitty memories and an even shittier father who never wanted you in the first place. Your own mother had abandoned you as a baby. And now Vince didn't want anything to do with you either.

There was a common denominator in those situations... it was you.

You had nothing before Mötley Crüe. You were a waitress at a diner getting paid minimum wage and living in the back of your truck. You could barely afford food let alone anything else. Until Mötley Crüe happened.

The band changed your life. It gave you friends. It gave you a new family. A family that loved you and cared about you more than your own flesh and blood ever did. It gave you a purpose. It gave you a reason to get out of bed in the mornings. Mötley Crüe was more than just a band, it was a family, and it was your life. It was everything.

And now it was gone.

It was all gone.

So, what was the point of anything anymore?

Being alone this long with nothing but your thoughts was dangerous. Without the band, without the guys, without coming up with new songs or going on tour... you've had a lot of time to just think. And it wasn't good.

The car crash back in '84 still haunted you. The sound of metal on metal when the vehicles collided… the smell of burnt rubber and smoke… the broken pleading voice of your brother, 'Raz, wake up. Wake up, man. Raz, wake up.' and seeing Razzle's dead body in Vince's lap still kept you up at night.

Having all this free time to be alone with your thoughts had those memories and feelings rising to the surface along with something else that you had tried these last few years to forget... the miscarriage.

The pain of losing a baby was something you were not expecting. Hell, you didn't even want a child anyway, but the pain hit you harder than you ever thought possible. So, you shoved those feelings into a steel box, locked it and threw away the key. But now, that key had resurfaced, and you couldn't stop thinking about it.

All your past trauma from your childhood to your utter loneliness was simmering to the top and you were drowning in the pain.

So, you reverted back to an old self-destructive habit to numb that pain despite swearing to never do it.

-

"I expect that homework to be done by the time I get home, understood?" Your father demanded.

"Yes, sir." You answered, your voice trembling after just being screamed at for 10 minutes straight about mathematics homework.

His hard eyes stared at you for a moment before he nodded and stormed out the bedroom and a few seconds later, Vince was taking his place after having overheard the whole thing.

"Are you okay? He didn't do anything, did he?"

Vince's eyes scanned your body looking for any injuries your father had caused, and you could pinpoint the exact moment he saw the blood on your flannel sleeve against your wrist and your stomach dropped.

No, he wasn't meant to see that.

Fuck. No, no, no, no.

It was too late to hide it. He saw the blood. He saw it.

It was like your brain had just short circuited because all you could do was stand there, your mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, but you couldn’t say anything.

"Shit. What's that? What did dad do?" Vince questioned, grabbing your arm as he stared at the blood stain.

"What..." You trailed off as realisation hit you.

He thought your father did it. Vince hadn't figured out that it was you who actually caused the blood. And you were going to keep it that way.

Your brother didn't need to know about the things you did with a blade. He wouldn't understand. It was a fucked up habit, you knew it was, but it helped. The physical pain helped subside all the other pain deep inside of you, but how were you meant to explain that to him?

Quickly, you pulled your arm away not wanting him to see the cuts. If Vince saw the cuts, he'd know it wasn't from your father.

"It's fine. It's nothing, don't worry. it's fine." You hurriedly reassured, but he didn't listen and grabbed your arm again. “Vin, wait. Don't-"

It was too late, he was already pulling up the sleeve and you couldn't stop yourself from wincing as the fabric stuck to the cuts on your wrist.

"Shit, sorry-" Vince began to apologise before stopping midsentence as he stared at your now exposed wrist.

You didn't look. You couldn't look. You knew what he was staring at, and you watched his brown eyes widen in pure shock. A million different emotions washed over him, but they were masked before you could decipher any of them. You looked down at the ground not wanting to see the hate and disgust in your brothers’ eyes.

"Y/N..." Vince couldn't finish his sentence, his voice cracking as he stared at the cuts.

You could feel tears starting to burn in the back of your eyes but refused to let them spill.

Vince was going to hate you. He was going to hate you and then he was going to tell your father and then... shit. You didn't even want to think about what your father would do.

You yanked your arm from his grasp and rushed out the bedroom. Vince shouted your name, but you ignored him and slammed the bathroom door shut behind yourself.

You turned on the tap in the sink rolling your sleeve up before shifting your wrist under the steady stream unable to stop yourself from wincing as the water stung the cuts. Bright crimson blood mixed into the water, trickling down the drain.

You stared at the tainted water, your hand shaking under the tap before the bathroom door opened and you lifted your head and caught Vince's eyes through the mirror in front of you.

He leant against the doorframe watching you with his arms folded across his chest. He seemed conflicted. Like he wasn't sure if he wanted to be angry or sad, so he settled on being silent instead and that was worse.

His eyes lingered on your wrist under the water before flashing back to you through the mirror. His expression was unreadable as you looked right back at him, afraid to move or say anything.

You waited for him to start shouting. To start screaming at you for being so stupid and careless. You waited for him to get angry, to yell about how disgusted he was with you, but he never did.

He just stared at you silently.

Tears started to rise in your eyes, and you averted your gaze looking down at your wrist.

A moment later, Vince stepped into the bathroom and leant over your shoulder switching the tap off before grabbing a clean towel and gently dabbing it around the cuts to get rid of the water.

You lifted your head to look at him, his brown eyes focused intently on the task before putting the towel down and grabbing the first aid kid from the cabinet. Neither of you spoke while Vince wrapped a white bandage around your wrist and that was all it took for the unshed tears to fall silently down your face.

"Hey. Hey. It's okay." Vince insisted when he looked up and saw your tears.

"I-I'm sorry." Was all you could say, and you barely recognised your own voice.

Vince's expression broke as he put the first aid kit away and met your teary eyes with his own, "why did you do this, Y/N?"

How were you meant to answer that when you didn't even know yourself?

It just happened... you don't even remember what made you do it. The only thing you knew was when the blade sliced through your skin, you finally felt something. The pain gave you something else to focus on. It grounded you in a way that you were unable to explain and once you started cutting, you couldn't stop.

The pain helped. Because if you were focused on the physical pain, you weren't focusing on anything else. But how were you meant to explain that out loud? You couldn't.

"When did you start doing this?" Vince asked, seeming to realise that you weren’t going to answer his other question.

"A while ago..."

Vince sighed, "why didn't you come to me?"

You shrugged your shoulders, silent tears still falling down your cheeks.

"You know I would have helped you, right? I would have been there for you."

"I know, but..."

"But, what?"

"I didn't want to be a burden. I didn't want you to know... I didn't want to annoy you or make you hate me." You admitted, averting your gaze refusing to look at him.

"You're my sister. It's your job to annoy me." Vince answered with a sad smile. "If you feel the need to do this to yourself, you come to me. I don't care if it's the middle of the night or during class, you find me and talk to me, okay?"

"I will." You whispered, lifting your head to look at him and you were surprised to find Vince's own eyes were swimming with unshed tears too.

"Swear to me. Swear that you won't do this again. Promise me."

You sniffed, "I swear. I promise."

-

All these years later, you broke that promise.

You had tried to reach out to Vince for months. But he had ghosted you. Not that you blamed him.

Sharise kept you informed on his movements though. The two of them still kept in touch and coparented Skylar despite their abrupt divorce. If you were being honest, her and Skylar were the only people you spoke to.

Sharise told you that Vince had been in and out of rehab for a long time, but it never worked or lasted. He was still out partying and getting hammered, but on the weekends, he got sober and would play with Skylar which he needed as much as she did.

Vince had begun working on a solo career. But like the new Mötley Crüe, it was flopping. It was falling apart just like your own life.

The knife in your hand trembled. A fresh cut glistening amongst the still healing ones on your wrist.

In your head, you knew this was wrong. Even as a kid, you knew it was wrong, but you still liked it. It gave you something else to think about. It gave you something else to feel and you clung to that pain like a lifeline.

The moment the blade pierced your skin, everything else faded away. The emotional pain, the loneliness you felt deep inside, the sadness, everything.

The blade sliced through the skin on your wrist like it was butter and you watched the blood slowly drip from the cut before pressing the knife back down and doing it again, welcoming the sting of pain.

Everything else faded away around you. The pain of the cuts overtook those other feelings and emotions, and it was like a drug. You needed more, and you couldn't get enough.

Then out of nowhere, the phone suddenly rang.

It startled you so badly that the knife slipped from your fingers and hit the floor. The blood on the blade began to stain the beige carpet as you stood there and watched it.

The phone rang out and after a few long tense seconds it began to ring once again. So, you answered.

It was Vince.

You hadn't heard from him since that day at the studio. So, you knew whatever he was about to say over the phone could only be bad news.

Vince had been crying. His voice cracked and broken as he told you...

"Skylar is in hospital. She-she has a tumour in her stomach."

You dropped everything and raced to that hospital.

Nobody would tell you what was going on or let you through to see your niece. So, you paced up and down in the waiting room anxiously until your brother walked out the set of double doors and you saw him for the first time, in a long time.

He was a mess. His eyes were red from crying, his cheeks streaked with tears. He wasn't clean shaven anymore either, a small stubble beard had grown, and you realised that in your entire life, you had never seen Vince look so broken. Not when he was at his worst with alcohol and cocaine. Not when he went to jail for manslaughter. Not when he had been beaten so badly by dad, he needed to go to hospital. This was a whole new level of brokenness and your heart shattered into a million pieces.

"I-I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for everything-" Your brother began to apologise but you didn't let him finish before you rushed across the waiting room and threw your arms around his neck hugging him tightly.

"It doesn't matter." You dismissed. And it didn't.

What he said and what went down in the studio, it didn't matter. Not anymore.

Skylar was in hospital. Nothing else mattered.

Vince's body was tense in your arms not expecting the hug, but he soon melted into your embrace and hugged you back as silent tears fell down your cheeks, staining his shirt.

"How is she?" You sniffed pulling away and wiping your eyes.

Vince's glistening brown eyes met yours and he shook his head, "it's not good."

The tumour, the doctors said, was the size of a softball. You couldn't wrap your head around how something that size could be inside the little girl. Cancer and tumours were meant to happen to old people, not your four-year-old niece.

Vince took you through to his daughter's hospital room and seeing her attached to all those tubes and machines broke you.

A week earlier, Sharise had bought Skylar over to your house to babysit. The little girl had been running circles around your legs all afternoon and made sandcastles on the beach. She was perfectly fine. So, how the hell did this happen?

"I don't like it here, Daddy." Skylar whimpered. "Make it go away."

Vince leant over the side of his daughter's bed while you sat in the chair nearby biting your lip and fighting back tears.

"I know, sweetheart. You're just gonna be here just a little while longer, okay?" Vince explained gently.

"But why?"

"Well, you see, sweetheart, you have something growing in your tummy-"

"Like when Mummy had me growing in her tummy?" She asked innocently.

"No, honey. It's more like... it's more like a flower. You have a flower growing in your tummy, but it's a type of flower that's not supposed to be in there. And the doctors, they're gonna make you sleep just a little bit while they do an operation."

Silent tears were falling down your face and you quickly wiped them away not wanting Skylar to see you cry but the tears just kept coming.

"After the doctor takes the flower out, then I can go home?"

"Yeah." Vince nodded, his voice breaking. "Yeah. Then you can go home."

You reached forward and placed a comforting hand on your brother's shoulder trying to ground him while he fought back tears himself. Vince reached up and placed his hand over your own, squeezing it gently while he smiled down at his daughter.

Operation after operation, treatment after treatment. Skylar wanted to go home, and you all kept telling her just one more day and it would all be over. But every day, the news got worse and worse.

Vince got back into drinking heavily. When he wasn't at the hospital, he was getting so drunk he couldn't even remember his own name. It was his way of dealing with the pain and you didn't know how to help him. Hell, you didn't even know how to help yourself.

Every day you went to the hospital. You sat with Skylar, reading, singing, playing games, anything to distract the little girl from her pain. And once you'd get home at the end of the day, you'd grab your knife and use it to distract yourself from your own pain.

You sat on the edge of Skylar's bed holding the little girl's hand brushing your thumb gently over the back of it in soft soothing circles. She had been crying for the last two hours in pain and after yelling at the doctors, you eventually got them to increase her pain medication to make her more comfortable.

It seemed to do the trick. Her pained wails faded into sad sobs while you held your niece in your arms and sang softly trying to calm her down. It became your nightly routine to sing her to sleep, and she clutched your hand like a lifeline until she drifted off to sleep.

Skylar was scared, and in pain. And it broke your heart into a million pieces because there was nothing you could do to help her. The only thing you were able to do was make sure she was comfortable, so that was what you did.

"She asleep?" Vince's voice whispered.

You looked up to find your brother hovering in the doorway, "yeah. It took a while."

Vince nodded walking quietly into the room before plonking himself down in his usual chair on the opposite side of her bed. He looked beyond tired and probably required a good 24 hours of sleep, but instead of going home to his own bed, he was here for his daughter. He's had a few drinks already, probably coming straight from the bar. He wasn't drunk, but you could always tell when he wasn't entirely sober.

You didn't dare comment on his drinking. It was his way of coping, and it wasn't like you could talk about unhealthy coping mechanisms when your wrist looked like a red barcode.

Skylar looked so peaceful in her sleep while you caressed your thumb over the back of her hand being mindful not to bump the IV needle that was keeping her pain at bay. Vince remained silent in his chair content with watching the two of you together.

A few minutes of comfortable silence passed when out of nowhere, your brother suddenly leant forward and reached for your hand holding Skylar’s.

It took you a moment to realise what he was doing but when you looked down and saw that your sleeve had ridden up a little exposing some of the cuts, your stomach dropped.

You released Skylar's hand and pulled the sleeve back down covering the damage on your skin so Vince couldn't see, but it was too late. He already saw it.

Fuck.

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A/N: I know self-harm and cutting in particular are hard topics to talk about and not what everyone wants to read in a fanfic either, but as someone who has been through it, writing about this helps me. I am not condoning this type of behaviour, but I understand it and know how easy it is to relapse and how hard it is to stop.

I'm not going to share my personal story. I've written about it before in a different fic, but I am a few months clean now and trying to do better. If anyone else can relate, I just want you to know that you are not alone ❤️

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Saturday Drip (m)

pairing: housemate!jeno x female!reader x housemate!renjun

summary: it’s already too cliché to fuck one of your roommates, so what do you call it when you end up getting fucked by both of them

word count: 2,869

warnings: strong language, degrading, handcuffs and gag, oral, unprotected sex, creampie, anal

a/n: I have no idea what happened here 🤡 hope y’all like it ❤︎

☽ ・・・・・ ☾

Does moving in with two guys always mean you’ll end up getting it on with one of them, or are you just that cliché?

When you moved in with Jeno and Renjun they made their attraction to you pretty obvious but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t tease them with you short shorts and thin shirts with no bra that leave nothing to the imagination as you walk around the house. It was barely two weeks before you found yourself making out with Jeno in the kitchen after Renjun fell asleep on the couch on one of your movie nights.

That night you satisfied yourselves with some kisses but it didn’t take long for you to be bent over his bed, his hands on your waist holding you in place as his hips pounded against you. Sneaky link, friends with benefits, fuck buddies, whatever you two were but at least twice a week you’d find yourselves on his bed or yours.

Jeno was the one that insisted you don’t tell Renjun about what’s been going on, something about not making things weird in the house and him not feeling left out or whatever, but honestly you don’t even care as long as Jeno keeps sneaking into your room at 3am to punish you for rubbing his morning wood with your foot under the table at breakfast, or brushing your fingers on his crotch as he talked to Renjun on the living room.

And that’s what’s gotten you in your current position, hands cuffed to the bed, body naked over the sheets, Jeno’s mouth still attached to your clit after you already got your release two times since you got to his room. Chocked moans were the only thing you could get off you with the ball gag stuffing your mouth.

‘You won’t be able to hold in your moans with what I plan to do tonight, this way he won’t hear’, Jeno said but you couldn’t care less, you just need him to use you as he pleases. Renjun is probably in his room painting with his headphones on playing some loud ass music he claims is inspiration, as he usually does on Saturdays.

“Think you can keep teasing me right on his face and get away with it?” Jeno scoffs, fingers still pumping in and out of your drenched hole at an incredible speed that makes the veins on his arm pop. “You don’t learn do you? Sometimes I think you do this on purpose just so I’ll fuck you like a slut, isn’t that right?”

He removes the gag off your mouth to get a response but you can only moan and cough trying to catch your breath as you feel your third orgasm approach.

“Tell me sweetie,” he lowers his face to level with yours, “are you gonna behave now? Is this enough punishment?”

“More!” You shake your head violently in despair. “I want more, Jeno, please!”

“More?” Lifting one of his brows, he removes his fingers from your cunt, making you whine at the sudden emptiness, only to wrap them around his growing member. “You’re not supposed to be enjoying this, but you can’t help it can you? You can’t even think straight when I’m using you.”

“Please, Jeno…” You squirm under him as he rubs his tip between your folds, coating his dick in your wetness. “Just fuck me, please!”

“Fuck, I love the look on your face when you beg.” Groaning he finally pushes inside you, making sure you feel every inch of his length going in.

His first thrusts are slow but hard making you tug on the handcuffs and in no time you’re creaming all over his shaft as you cum for the third time, body shaking under his strong frame that holds you in place.

“Already?” Jeno chuckles increasing his speed as your walls tighten around him. “I barely entered you. Do you love my cock that much?”

“Yes!” Tears roam down your face, overwhelmed with so much pleasure but still wanting him to keep going. “I love your cock so much, it’s all I think about everyday!”

“I know you do.” He leans forward pressing your thighs against your torso, bending you in half as he thrusts deeper and deeper inside you. “You look so pathetic when you’re stuffed like this and begging for more. You make me so hard.”

You can only cry louder, clenching around his length that keeps twitching inside you.

“How are you still so tight, princess? Don’t I fuck you enough?” His horse voice so next to your face goes straight into your core.

“You do!” Practically screaming you close your eyes feeling his hips move faster against you.

“Then why are you so insatiable today? Fuck..” He hides his face on the crook of your neck feeling his orgasm approach. “I’m gonna fill you up so good, baby. Tell me how much you want it.”

“Please, Jeno, I want it so bad! Fill me up until I’m overflowing with your cum.” You tell him what he wants to hear making him grunt like an animal.

“You’re gonna take it like a good girl?” He tries to sound dominant but you can sense the struggle in his voice.

You only have time to nod before Jeno’s emptying his load inside you, giving some long hard final thrusts before pulling his dick out and watching his seed drip out of your abused hole.

“No…” You whine suddenly feeling empty even if you’re stuffed with cum. “More…”

“You still want more? You just can’t get enough, can you?” Two of his fingers push his cum back inside you making you let out a loud moan. “Be quiet, sweetie, do I need to put the gag back on that naughty mouth of yours? We don’t want Renjun to hear us, do we?”

The way you clench your walls around his fingers when he mentions your other roommate’s name has him widening is eyes in surprise.

“Does that excite you? Knowing he can probably hear all the sinful noises you’re making?” His thumb goes up to press against your clit as his digits curl up inside you. “Maybe I should just go get him, what do you say?”

If you were horny before, the thought of having Renjun in the room made it even worse, or even better depending on how you look at it.

“Oh yeah?” Jeno can feel your arousal drip through his fingers onto his palm. “Alright then.”

In a sudden move he gets up leaving you empty once again as you watch him put some shorts on and exit the room only to knock on the next door.

“Renjun?” You hear Jeno say, but there’s no response so you assume his music is really loud or he’s really concentrated. “Renjun?”

“Oh, Jeno!” He seems to finally notice the other. “Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in. What’s up?”

“Are you too busy?” Jeno cooly asks.

“Well, I’m painting but I can take a break. Do you need something?”

“Yeah, I was actually going to ask you to help me with something in my room, is that ok?”

“Sure, let me just put this down.”

Then all you hear are muffled noises of Renjun probably placing his paintbrushes on water and closing his tubes of paint because there’s no way he’s ruining his material. After that their steps approach the room you’re in making you close your legs suddenly feeling very exposed.

“What do you need help with?” Renjun’s voice is so close you can feel your heart beating faster.

“Can you help me with this?” Jeno pushes the door open to reveal your submissive form, still cuffed to the bed, naked and sweaty, cum oozing out into the sheets.

“Oh shit…” You swear Renjun’s jaw falls to the floor with the view, but suddenly he smirks. “I knew you two were fucking!”

“Well, someone has troubles containing their neediness, isn’t that right?” You can’t believe you’re blushing at Jeno’s words as your pussy throbs, desperate to be touched again. “But it looks like I’m not enough for our little nympho today. Do you want to have some fun?”

“I don’t know man…” Renjun’s not sure if he should cross this line.

“Please, Renjun!” You can’t stop the desperate words out of your mouth.

“See? Look at her, so needy. Are you really going to let her down?” Jeno almost whispers on the other’s ear as both of them keep their eyes on you.

“Well…” Renjun runs a hand through his hair, getting rid of all his concerns. “Fuck it.”

“But first,” Jeno tugs on his shirt pulling him back when he tries to take a step towards the bed to get to you, “some rules.”

“Rules?” Renjun rolls his eyes. “Ok, what is it?”

“No kissing.”

“No problem.”

“And that dick doesn’t go inside her. That pussy’s mine.” You clench around nothing hearing Jeno’s possessiveness.

“What about her ass?” You widen your eyes at how fast and easily the question came out of Renjun’s lips.

“I guess that’s alright.” Jeno has seen his friend’s shaft and although of similar length Renjun’s not has thick and since he already got to explore your back door he knows it won’t be too painful.

“Perfect.”

Renjun proceeds to remove his shirt that is dropped on the floor as he walks to you, kneeling on the mattress next to your body. His hands quickly grope your breasts making you gasp at the unexpected rough grip. You can see the tent forming on his sweatpants but get distracted when he pinches your nipples in the most satisfying way.

After licking his lips, he lowers his head onto one of your mounds making you moan. Your eyes search the room to find Jeno leaning against his closet as he attentively watches you two on the bed. You feel weird not being able to decipher his expression, on one hand he seems almost mad that someone else is using you but on the other hand he lazily strokes his member over his shorts.

“I knew these boobs were perfect.” Renjun comments releasing one of them with a pop. “Now lets see if this pussy tastes as good as I imagined.”

“Well,” Jeno speaks as the other leaves a trail of wet kisses down your stomach, spreading your legs wide open, “you might taste me in there too.”

“Ah, gross man!” Renjun finally notices the mess all over your cunt. “So filthy…”

Not wanting to playing around anymore, he positions himself between your legs lowering his sweatpants just enough to reveal his hardening cock that leaves you salivating. He gently strokes his length with one hand while he taps two of his fingers of the other against your lips.

“Suck.” You immediately follow through, getting his digits nice and wet. “That’s it, good girl.”

The praise makes you suck them harder but he abruptly removes his hand from your face to position those same fingers at your rim. You can’t hold your moans when you feel his digits slowly push through your back entrance.

“Damn, if you squeeze like that around two fingers I can only imagine what it will feel like on my cock.” Renjun licks his lips starting to pump them in and out of you.

“It will be better than you imagine.” Jeno reassures him, still watching from afar.

“Can’t wait to be inside you pretty girl, but we got to get you ready, don’t we?” Renjun coos leaning down to kiss your thigh still finger fucking your butthole.

“I’m ready, Renjun, please…” You mumble, bitting your lip feeling too empty with just his hand.

“Someone’s needy.” He smirks. “Doesn’t Jeno satisfy you enough?”

“Yo, you’re here to have fun, not to doubt my skills.” You can sense the anger starting to boil on Jeno’s veins even if he’s trying not to show it.

“Take it easy, I was just joking.” Renjun chuckles, removing his fingers out of you and quickly cleaning them on the sheets.

Looking down you watch him grab his length and rub it between your folds, getting it wet on yours and Jeno’s fluids that were spread all around your cunt.

“I said no fucking her pussy.” Jeno steps forward ready to push Renjun away from you if he dares to make the wrong move.

“Dude, chill.” Renjun pushes your thighs up to your chest, leaving your ass wide open in front of his crotch as he aligns his member. “I’ll stick to her ass, no problem.”

With a wink he starts pushing the tip through the rim and you tug on your handcuffs trying to hold in a groan.

“Fuck, she’s so tight back here.” Renjun comments getting his dick further inside you. “If I only knew I would’ve joined you guys earlier.”

“Well, enjoy it because this might be your only chance.” Jeno grinds his teeth.

“Oh, c’mon Jeno, don’t be a party pooper.” Renjun grunts at the end pulling his hips back only to push them into you again.

“Then shut the fuck up and keep doing what I called you in for.”

“My pleasure.”

Hearing them talk like you weren’t in the room was causing some effect on you so when Renjun started to increase the pace of his thrusts you became a desperate moaning mess. He holds your thighs for support as the sound of his balls hitting your asscheeks echos around the room together with the little curses that escape his lips.

For a split second you look at Jeno that has his hand inside his pants stroking his dick as he watches you squirm in pleasure under your other roommate. He may have started to feel a little jealous but he can’t deny that watching you get fucked is making him damn hard.

“You feel so good, baby. I don’t think I’ll be able to last long.” Renjun glares at Jeno when he laughs at his comment.

“You’re not gonna cum and leave our pretty slut hanging, are you?” Jeno teases his friend and then turns to you. “Should I give you a hand, princess?”

With all the strength left in your body you nod, begging for Jeno to touch your pussy, he knows he’s not easy for you to get off from anal alone so he can only imagine how desperate you may be right now for another release.

“I got you, sweetie.” Jeno licks his thumb and immediately starts rubbing circles on your clit leaving you screaming. “That’s it, princess, let us hear your pretty voice.”

With the encouragement you keep moaning when Jeno’s digits enter your needy pussy, quickly matching Renjun’s pace on your ass in a perfect harmony with the circles he was still doing on your clit.

“That’s ok, cum for us.”

It didn’t take long for you to surrender and cream all over Jeno’s hand whilst squeezing around Renjun’s cock.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum too.” Renjun tries his best to last a little bit more but he can feel it coming.

“Are you gonna take his cum like a good girl?” Jeno questions getting only a positive hum from you as he keeps slowly pumping his fingers riding you off your high. ”How do you feel?”

“I… This… S-so good…” You wish you could express better how good they’re making you feel but you’re too into your subspace to form a clear sentence.

“Oh sweetie, did we fuck you dumb?” Jeno caresses your cheek as his other hand vigorously strokes his member.

“Shit!” With a final curse Renjun buries his seed up your ass, his dick twitching as he gently loosens his grip on your already bruised thighs.

Looking to the side you see Jeno kneeling closer to your face, hand still moving up and down his length. You just wish you could do it for him but right now, even if he uncuffed you, you’re pretty sure you’d have no strength to do so. Instead you open your mouth and stick your tongue out for him.

“Are you gonna take my cum too?” He smirks watching you nod, mouth still open wide to receive what he’s about to give you. “Such a greedy little whore, here you go.”

With a grunt Jeno explodes, mostly inside your mouth, and then pushes the bits he missed with his thumb. The skin slapping sounds that filled the room are now replaced with pants. Renjun helps Jeno remove your cuffs and your arms flop down to the bed, like you lost all motor skills you had.

As Renjun pushes his pants back up, getting off the bed to find his shirt on the floor, Jeno helps you lay down on your side, positioning himself behind you to cuddle. You’re still pretty lost in subspace and he knows you just need to rest under his warmth to come back.

“You can go now.” He tells Renjun that was about to climb back to bed.

“What, why?” He pouts. “Can’t I just cuddle too?”

“No, go away.” Jeno tightens his grip on your body and the other gives up and leaves the room hearing a last whisper from his roommate before he closes the door.

Mine.

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Watch and Learn

Author's Note: I know everyone who reads Valence is sad right now so here, have some absolutely disgusting filth that isn't even remotely sad. Big shoutout to @samkooszka for instigating and beta-ing

Summary: You and Danny find your third and try something very, very new

Content Warnings: all of the warnings, y’all, this is filthy, swearing, threesome, fingering, oral (m. and f. receiving), light bondage, dirty talk, double penetration, anal (18+ minors do not interact)

Word Count: 8k

You couldn't even remember who had suggested it.

"This is a one time thing, got it?"

Only that it had been suggested. And now that the seed had been planted, there was no unplanting it.

"Got it," Sam agreed, his face giving you a look, however, that said he did not in fact get it.

You and Danny didn't even consider yourselves anything special. Just friends who happened to enjoy having sex with one another. A lot.

"I'm serious, Sam. It's never happening again."

And then somehow the idea of a third had sprung up from the ground with a smirk already born there and Sam seemed more than eager to join you and Danny.

"Yeah, no, for sure."

"Danny."

"Just say it like you mean it, Sam. Trust me, it'll be better for all of us."

That's how it had started, although where it was going you hoped would be better.

"Okay fine. It's a one time thing. Until you ask for more."

"On second thought, I don't know why we even agreed to this."

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding," Sam relented finally with his hands on your shoulders. "Just let us take care of you, okay? Please? I won't make anymore jokes, I promise."

He seemed serious enough although you knew Sam better than that, enough to take it with a grain of salt.

"You promise?" you reiterated in a serious tone.

"I fucking swear it, princess," he said with a sweet smile, very Sam-like.

Your eyes flickered over to Danny, showing some hesitancy. But the smile Danny sent back was reassuring, like a nudge forward if you were still willing to take the step. And with the certainty in his eyes, you turned back to Sam with a nod, his lips finding yours almost instantly.

It was the first time you had kissed Sam and although it was nothing like kissing Danny, you felt heat growing inside of you as you opened your mouth for him, the smallest of sounds escaping your lips as his hands explored the expanse of your body, a sound that Danny seemed to hear and one that he certainly understood, having heard it plenty of times before when he was the one kissing you.

"Bedroom, Sam. Now," he ordered.

Pulling away, Sam took your hand and led you into your bedroom while Danny trailed behind, getting a good view as you walked with your short skirt and letting his hand smack your ass once, a giggle erupting from your lips that Sam ignored until he pulled you into the room and immediately brought you into a kiss against him.

Another small noise escaped your mouth as Danny's hands found your body from behind, feeling the buzz of anticipation as Sam's mouth commanded yours and Danny's lips trailed along your neck, his hands at your hips.

But Sam pulled back again, seemingly displeased by the position and the proximity of his friend.

“You know, you’re the one that always gets to have his fun,” Sam started, pulling away and addressing Danny even as his eyes fixed to your lips as he rested your chin between his fingers.

"Yeah, well, this is our thing," Danny mumbled as he pulled you back into his chest before reaching forward to grab Sam's shirt and pull him into you.

Danny moved his hand into your hair and gently pulled your head back, angling it just so to let Sam easily meet your lips again. But the kiss was brief before Sam pulled back yet again.

"Well the point of a third is to do something a little different, isn't it?"

His eyes flickered between you and Danny, a hint of a smirk teasing at his lips, plush and almost kiss-swollen already.

Danny said nothing, only hummed inquisitively before Sam continued to the point.

“Maybe you’re better off sitting on the sidelines this time.”

“That wasn’t the deal, Sam,” Danny was quick to chime in, though admittedly, you didn’t hate the idea of Danny watching for a bit. Not sitting on the sidelines entirely, no. But perhaps watching and waiting, forced to be patient which he most certainly was not when it came to you. It was enticing, to say the least.

He caught the glint in your eye that must have matched Sam’s before you even said anything as he stepped from behind you to meet you at your side as he confronted Sam, his eyes turning to yours instead when he found the look there.

“Not a chance in hell I’m not touching you tonight,” he argued again, the heat of anger suddenly seeping into the lust already heavy behind his eyes.

"Well, Sammy is right,” you shrugged, trying on a sweet tone to see if you could convince him to try something new. “We should mix things up a little bit."

“Fuck you, Sam,” Danny scoffed in answer, never letting his eyes leave you. Or his hands.

“You wouldn’t do that for me?” you tried again, letting your arms reach up to circle around his neck. “You wouldn’t want to watch him try and make me come the way you do?”

He was considering it, you could tell, even if he didn’t want you to know it. But the idea of the competition was certainly one Danny could never really turn down and after a moment of chewing his lip, he sighed finally.

“Only if I get to touch after.”

You gave him a wide smile.

“Always. He'll get to touch after, won't he, Sammy?"

"We'll see how good he is."

Danny sent him a glare which Sam ignored, opting instead to find a chair as you moved your hands to Danny’s chest, trying to bring his focus back to you.

“I’m gonna kill him.”

His eyes followed him out the door so you took his face in your hands, bringing his gaze back to yours.

“Just relax, beautiful, I’ll make it worth your while,” you smiled.

You pulled him into a kiss, one that started gentle as he melted into your hands, tasting you for the first time that day and finding it suddenly hard to breathe. The kiss quickly turned much more heated as his hands found your waist and pulled you in, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip just before he let his tongue slide into your mouth. He was just as in control as he ever was before Sam interrupted with a chair in his hands, setting it down behind Danny and distracting him from your lips.

“Y/n, maybe you should make Danny a little more comfortable.”

That was all you wanted, to make Danny comfortable, to treat him right.

You wasted no time pushing Danny back to sit in the chair, moving to straddle him and reattach your lips, letting yourself grind down on him ever so slightly as you kissed him, moreso for your sake than his admittedly.

Your hands worked his shirt up over his head as your lips parted only briefly, exposing the smooth expanse of his toned chest with a tuft of hair beneath his collarbone and the tantalizing trail down by his navel, dipping into his sweatpants. He was almost impossible not to stare in awe at but the sweetness of his tips, the taste of his tongue on yours, the gentle moans that rolled from his chest like Sam wasn’t even there, it was all too much to sit back and enjoy the view. You wanted to taste, you wanted to touch.

Your hands worked at the ties of his sweatpants soon after you tore your lips from his, letting him watch breathlessly as you pulled the soft material along with his boxers down around his thick thighs and worked them off his legs, freeing his long, hard erection that you couldn’t help but stare in awe at.

It was like Sam faded into the background as you moved to straddle him again, this time slowing your movements to really feel him, resting there between your legs, building light friction between your bodies as his cock throbbed and pulsed against your clothed clit. You wanted nothing more than to yank your panties to the side, line him up with your entrance, and sink down on him, to ride him slowly through bliss, working him through it easily and letting him cling to you while you did. He wanted it too, if the sounds he moaned against your lips as you licked into his mouth again were any indication.

But it was short lived.

“What the fuck, Sam?!” Danny yelled suddenly, his arms being pulled away from you one by one as they disappeared behind the chair, where Sam still stood, now looking busy.

You couldn’t tell what he was doing hidden behind the chair but you realized it soon after Danny’s outburst: he was tying Danny to the chair.

“Sam, untie me,” Danny barked, struggling against his friend to free his wrists while being careful not to knock you off his lap.

“But we don’t want you interrupting,” Sam answered plainly, continuing what he was doing.

“Sam, un-fucking-tie me right now,” Danny tried again, anger heating again behind his eyes as he turned his face sharply to try and get a look at Sam.

“Well that’s just not even nice,” Sam only mumbled.

You moved your hands back to Danny’s face, forcing his eyes back on yours. Of course, the idea of Danny being tied up and helpless did go straight to your center. But you would never do anything he wasn’t comfortable with, no matter how insistent Sam was.

“Do you want me to untie you?” you asked simply, trying your best to ignore Sam.

Danny’s breathing had quickened, partially from the heated kiss, partially from his anger at Sam, but you could tell there was part of him that still wanted to play along for your sake, the lust and need growing hot behind his eyes, his pupils blown wide with it and his cock aching because of it.

“You’ll make it worth it?” he asked between clenching and unclenching teeth, his chest rising and falling fast.

“I’ll make it worth it,” you promised with a nod before snaking your hand between your bodies to stroke the thick erection that was already desperate and angry for your touch.

He sighed at the contact, his eyes falling shut as he swallowed hard.

“Y-you can leave me tied if and only if you’re prepared to suffer the consequences after.”

You gave him a smile that he caught as he reopened his eyes, a whisper of a, “Yes sir,” on your lips just before you climbed off his lap and dropped to your knees in front of him.

“You remember our safeword?”

“Always.”

With that, you were ready to take him in your mouth and reward his open-mindedness but Sam had other plans in mind now that his friend was safely secured to the chair and unable to prevent whatever was about to happen.

“Uh uh uh, he’s just watching right now, remember?” Sam stopped you with a hand at your shoulder, holding you back, even as your mouth watered for Danny’s cock.

You wanted nothing more than to take him into your mouth so far that you gagged on him, just to hear those sweet sounds that he always made, but you obeyed Sam's reprimand, giving Danny an apologetic look instead as you left him with nothing more than a kiss to the swollen ridge where the head of his cock met his shaft, standing to meet Sam in between the bed and where Danny’s chair sat.

Danny could do nothing but watch as Sam helped you strip down to your bra and panties, taking you in with a subtle gasp at his lips as he stood back to admire you, almost bringing a blush to your cheeks as he did so.

"Jesus, you are beautiful. Danny is a lucky man."

"Not tonight, it seems," Danny chimed in angrily even despite Sam addressing him like he wasn’t even in the room.

"Does he always pout like this when he doesn't get what he wants?"

"No, he usually gets what he wants.” You gave Danny a knowing smile and he flashed a smug look back, looking proud of himself despite the way he still flexed against his ties to try out their integrity.

"Fucking right, I do. Now stop talking about me and touch her already so I can watch her wish it were me."

"Need to teach him some manners," Sam mumbled as he stepped toward you again and let his lips reconnect to yours, humming against you as he backed you up slowly to the bed behind you until the backs of your knees hit the plush material of the mattress.

Danny might have seethed if he could have felt the way your heart did a flip in your chest at the sudden anticipation.

"Why don't you show him what he's missing," Sam continued as he pushed you down onto your knees with one hand on your shoulder while the other began working at his belt and jeans, the strain in his pants beginning to look more than uncomfortable, having grown while he had watched you straddle Danny with excitement and desperation.

You ignored the ache of the hardwood against your knees as you turned to the side to give Danny a good view of your actions, slow and teasing as they were while you took over Sam’s task for him, unbuttoning his jeans with a flick of your thumb and dragging the zipper down in an agonizing pace that had Sam visibly twitching with excitement as you went.

You’d never seen Sam naked but the outline in his boxer briefs as you worked his jeans down his legs didn’t leave much to the imagination. He wasn’t quite as girthy as Danny was but he was just as long and he leaked for you just the same as you let your thumb swipe along his tip over the material that still separated him from you.

You reveled in the way he groaned at the feeling of your fingertip following the curve of his outline in his boxer briefs, smiling to yourself at the sharp inhale you heard from above you as you finally hooked your finger into the waistband of the material and pulled them down to join his pants around his ankles, watching in captivation as his throbbing cock sprang free of its confines, bobbing up and down in a mouthwatering rhythm.

You sank further down onto your knees to take him in your mouth, spreading your thighs apart ever so slightly to do so and moaning at the brief contact of the cool floor against your center. But before you wrapped your lips around him, you decided it was only fair to treat him the way you usually treated Danny, do all of the things you knew he liked, just to see what Sam liked too. So instead, you started the way you usually did with the drummer still tied to the chair, by nuzzling your nose up against the underside of his shaft as you licked all the way from the base to the tip, dragging your tongue in as much of an agonizing pace as you had backing your movements with his zipper.

Sam twitched immediately at the tease, a gentle curse falling out of his mouth in a breathy moan, but Danny seemed much less satisfied, seeming to notice what you were doing instantly.

“Fucking brat,” he mumbled, unhappy from his view much too far away even as you caught the way his own dick twitched against his stomach, no doubt wishing and imagining it were him instead.

You laughed out a sickeningly sweet sound that had Sam groaning as he pulled your hair up into a makeshift ponytail with one hand, guiding your head back away from his cock and angled up to his face instead.

"Open your mouth, pretty girl," he instructed, being met with no resistance as you opened your mouth and let your tongue slide out to catch the spit he dropped from his lips, not letting your mouth close before letting his cock rest against your tongue again, smearing the saliva along the underside of his shaft before you took him fully in your mouth.

"Fucking christ." You heard Danny strain against his ties from your right and you tried to stifle the arrogance you felt over making him sweat the way you were, all without ever touching him, as you turned your focus to Sam’s cock nudging at the back of your throat and the saliva already running down your neck, down your chest.

"Feels even better than it fucking looks," Sam answered Danny breathlessly, even though Danny most certainly was not asking, as his head fell back and an ‘o’ shape formed on his lips, a silent curse escaping as you built to a steady pace of gliding your mouth down around him, letting him nudge the back of your throat, and pulling off with a tight suction, all to repeat the actions again and again.

You took him deeper into your mouth, gagging yourself lightly on him, just enough to bring tears to your eyes to run your mascara and a throaty noise to his lips that had you sinking a little further down to grind against the floor.

You were rewarded with a strained sound from both boys that time as you moaned at the feeling, sending a vibration up Sam’s cock and a metaphorical vibration through Danny’s spine as he watched you grind shamelessly against the floor the way you usually did against his thick thigh when he was in the mood to really make you work for what you wanted.

You didn't exactly feel bad though. He deserved to work a little, too. It was only fair.

You turned your head to look at him, Sam’s cock still in your mouth but now pressed into the side of your cheek as you watched the boy who wanted so badly to rip out of his constraints and take you right there on the floor. His eyes looked desperate even though his jaw was clenched tight, internally battling himself trying to keep his composure and his control, unrelenting as ever. But his eyes gave him away.

"Does he look desperate?" Sam questioned with his eyes fixed to where his cock disappeared between your lips, still sucking at his head, unable to look away but wanting to keep the control he had in that moment.

You only managed a hum, trying to make the sound sweet for Danny to let him know you loved what you saw just as much as you loved what you tasted. And you really did love both judging by the pool of moisture between your legs puddling in your panties.

"Don't get used to him in your mouth, baby," Danny finally unclenched his jaw to speak, watching you with an almost dangerous look as you ignored his desperation in favor of the boy standing in front of you, sucking on the head of his cock like a lollipop, letting your tongue circle it taste the precum beading at the top.

"Oh but doesn't she look so pretty with her lips wrapped around me?" Sam was quick to chime in despite his near breathless voice, a slave to your mouth in that moment, really.

"She'd look even better with my cock in her mouth."

Sam tutted at Danny before pulling you off of his cock as you gasped and helping you stand to your feet. “Always a competition."

He looked somehow almost fucked out already, his eyes heavy with torment, wanting to keep you on your knees until he came but wanting to come inside of you even more. A true dilemma.

"Get naked and sit," he instructed, gesturing to the bed as his other urges won.

“Such a gentleman,” Danny scoffed, even as you did as you were told, sitting at the edge of the bed and letting your thighs rest open ever so slightly, giving Danny a teasing view of what you knew he loved. And missed.

“I don’t think our girl likes a gentleman,” Sam fired back, taking a few steps backward to stand next to Danny as they both fixed their eyes to you.

You gave them a smirk as you squeezed your legs shut, disrupting their view only to add, “Being gentle is overrated, I think we can all agree.”

Danny hummed in agreement as Sam’s eyes raked up and down your naked form, clearly far too distracted to register your words.

"Spread your legs for us," he ordered instead, suddenly looking a little less patient than he had before.

"Finally we agree," Danny commented back, and suddenly you were all too aware of the gazes fixed on you, waiting, wanting, doing obscene things to you with their eyes, in their minds. It brought a blush into your cheeks, even as you did what you were told.

They were like sharks looking at their last meal.

You were dripping when you spread your legs with a sheepish look on your face, letting your knees fall open as you spread your ankles wide and leaned back with your palms against the mattress, awaiting your next instruction.

"Play with yourself. Show us what your fingers do when you're alone," Sam ordered again, his eyes lost in your body and his mind clearly short-circuiting.

You could have sworn it made Danny smug just knowing he had something Sam wanted so desperately.

You let your fingers fall between your legs as you propped yourself up with only one hand behind you then, tracing your fingertips up through your folds and letting them stretch the moisture that had collected there to give them a show of how wet you were, a bit more theatrical admittedly than you were when you were alone. It seemed to please, though, as you watched Sam wrap his hand loosely around his cock to stroke himself lazily and watched Danny wish he could do the same, both of them in an almost trance-like state.

"If you're not gonna touch her then let me," Danny growled as he watched you draw wet circles over your clit, the muscles in his shoulders more tense than you had ever seen them as the head of his cock leaked angrily, swollen and red.

You let yourself moan loudly at your own touch, imagining it was Danny first and then Sam instead of your own fingers, long and lean and pumping beautifully in and out of you. But it was only your own, drawing lazy circles on your bundle of nerves, not getting you nearly as far as their eyes alone did as they watched, each practically holding their breath.

After a moment of only working yourself from the outside, you dipped two fingers in, sliding them inside easily with the slick that had been collecting long before you had gotten to that point, sticking between your two fingers as you tried to push them as far in as Danny usually did, to no avail really.

Danny was skilled with his fingers, much better at getting you off than even you were when you were alone. And you could only imagine how skilled his bassist friend was with his, silently hoping you wouldn't have to imagine for long as you gave them both another pornographic moan, scissoring your fingers inside of you the way Danny sometimes did, though it felt nothing like when he did it.

"Oh, I'm going to touch her," Sam corrected finally, unable to keep his hands off of you for any longer despite only having watched you for mere moments, dropping to his knees as soon as he reached the bed.

He looked beautiful on his knees, you had to admit. He gave Danny a run for his money the way his lips parted and he took hold of your ankles, hoisting them up over his shoulders as he dragged you closer to the edge of the bed, his eyes so lost in desperation that he almost seemed frantic to lick you, like he might pass away from dehydration if he didn’t bury his tongue inside of you right that second.

You were desperate for him to taste you too, to ease the ache growing between your legs that your fingers simply couldn’t stifle, not on their own.

"Make sure you look him in the eyes when you say my name," was all he said before he delved between your legs and pushed his tongue into you before withdrawing it to flick against your clit with fervor.

"Oh fuck!" you gasped at the sudden contact, having to catch yourself with your other hand against the mattress to keep from falling backwards as Sam worked his talented tongue against your throbbing clit.

You tried to find Danny’s eyes against the weight of the pleasure threatening to pull your eyes shut as you whispered Sam’s name, a plea for him to lick you faster, to give you relief from the pressure that was already beginning to build thanks to the teasing of your fingers and the shameless friction you sought against the hardwood floor as you had sucked Sam’s cock.

You gasped lightly as his tongue expertly worked over your clit, trying to keep a shred of dignity as Danny’s eyes watched you intently, though why, you weren’t really sure. It’s not as if you’d ever had that much dignity to begin with, certainly not when clothes came off.

"What's the matter? You're usually way louder than that," Danny smirked, not that he was in much of a position to tease.

You scoffed in exasperation at him, still trying to move your hips to glide your clit against Sam’s tongue yourself to get more friction, to drive you closer to the edge. But as Sam moved a hand off your ankle and let one of his long fingers tease at your entrance before slipping in to pump in and out of you, the damn of muffled sound that had built finally burst.

"Sam, shit, yes!" you cried as he curled his finger upward, all while letting his lips suck and his tongue lap at your clit.

Danny was silent but you could tell he wasn’t happy with the way Sam’s name rolled off your tongue so easily, the way you fell apart so quickly when at the mercy of his hands and mouth. You couldn’t bring yourself to care, though, the only object of your attention being the way Sam was making you feel, like you were fucking floating.

"Tell him how good it feels," he mumbled from between your legs before setting his tongue to work again, licking you in a relentless rhythm as his finger worked, dragging out almost completely before pressing into you again each time.

"Feels so fucking good, oh my god," you panted.

You were a mess really, the way your chest heaved and you clawed at the sheets. But Danny was visibly struggling too, his cock twitching against his stomach, his muscles taught and flexing, and his jaw snapping shut so hard you suddenly worried he might shatter his teeth.

And his breathing seemed just as heavy and uneven as yours, like he felt it too.

"Fuck," he whispered under his breath, and then louder, "Do you think she deserves to come?"

It was mean of him to try to deny you even though you weren’t the one tied up, though you knew he was desperate for any ounce of control he could get, feeling out of his element unable to touch you, unable to be the one to undo you, to taste you.

And you knew Sam would want to play that game too, even before he pulled his tongue away from your pussy begging to be licked as he replaced his mouth with his thumb against your clit, earning a whine from you as you mourned the loss of his warm, wet tongue pressed against your clit, even as his thumb did it’s best to keep up the light circles.

"Hmm, maybe not quite yet. What do you have in mind?"

You couldn’t help but send Danny a death glare, suddenly angry that he was interrupting your path to a mindblowing orgasm in Sam’s mouth.

"I think she needs to work a little harder than that.” You could have cursed him for how pleased he suddenly was with himself. “She did let you tie me up, after all."

And then your anger turned into pleading as you realized Sam was going to abandon your sorry pussy altogether and deny you.

"Shit, no, please, please let me come Sam," you begged the boy still working you with his hand, trying to give him the most desperate look you could manage to convince him to take pity on you and just let you come already. But it was no use.

"Maybe on my dick while you watch?"

The question was directed at Danny but you answered in his stead, breathing out a quick and frantic, "Yes, please, please, anything."

"Greedy," Danny uttered under his breath, still smirking wickedly.

"So greedy,” Sam agreed, finally stopping his movements altogether and eliciting a pathetic whimper from you as he did so. “And to think, you’re the one over here being touched while poor Danny can't even touch himself."

He stood to his feet and crossed to the side of the bed, climbing on top and moving behind you before pushing you forward onto all fours and letting his fingers shove into you harshly to collect your slick, using it to smother his cock and make his fist glide better as he gave himself a few pumps.

"You get all of this and what does he get?" he breathed as he lined himself up, conveniently ignoring the fact that it was his idea to tie up Danny, like he was pitting him against you just to make you both work for it.

It was cruel but the moment he pushed the head of his cock between your folds, your anger fled your body.

You both moaned at the feeling as he bottomed out, your own lips forming a sound that was an obscene mix of his name and a curse.

"God, she feels so fucking good,” you heard Sam gasp from behind you. “I can see why you can't keep your hands off her, so fucking warm and wet and tight."

Another gentle tease to incite Danny’s anger that had the desired effect as Danny practically growled, "Shut up, Sam," a little less smug now that Sam’s cock was buried inside of you and you looked like you were in ecstasy.

The way Sam had filled your mouth was nothing compared to the way he filled your tight pussy, reaching all of the right spots as he found a rhythm that had you grasping at the sheets in front of you and almost unable to make any noise at all.

"You should try taunting him a little, it's fun," Sam’s voice noticeably strained but he didn’t relent his teasing.

You might have even listened, too, but another sharp thrust sent the head of his cock pressing roughly against your g-spot, hitting that spot over and over again as he quickened his pace, and the words it elicited from your mouth were enough for Sam to make Danny regret ever letting him force him to the sidelines.

"Oh shit, Sam, right there!"

"Right there?” he parroted back in a smug question. “Hear that, Danny? I think I found it."

You both ignored the unhappy sound that fell from Danny’s lips, delicious as it was.

"Fuck, yes, right there. Right there, keep going." It was like a chant on your lips as you felt that familiar feeling of pleasure build inside of you, forcing the breath from your lungs as your mind began to go blank and you snaked a hand down to your clit to rub the familiar pattern there as Sam’s cock continued to find the spot that made your eyes roll.

"'Right there. Keep going',” Sam mocked you in a mean tone that hurt Danny much more than it did you, “She's easier than she looks."

Danny struggled against his restraints almost instantly, looking dangerously close to freeing himself, so much so that Sam’s movements hesitated ever so slightly for a moment as he watched in wonderment, going back to fucking you hard when Danny was still tied soundly to the chair after the struggle.

"Uh-oh, I think I made him mad."

He looked dangerous that way, a scary look behind his eyes like he couldn’t decide what he would do to you once he was free: tease you relentlessly or simply skip to the part where he shoved his cock into you and made you cry from how many times he made you come.

Probably a mix of both.

You didn’t care what the consequences were, really, unable to stop yourself from pressing back into Sam to meet his every thrust, feeling his skin slap against the back of your thighs and shuddering at the obscene sound it made in the otherwise quiet room.

"Come on, talk to me, dirty girl,” Sam coaxed you, taking a less-than graceful fistful of your hair and using that as his grip instead of your hips as he continued pounding into you relentlessly from behind. “I know you want to."

Danny's eyes seemed to be giving you a warning, like he was cautioning you against it, preparing to make you pay for every word you spoke to Sam in that state. It made it even more delicious to give Sam what he wanted, knowing how far it pushed Danny.

"Jesus christ, Sam, you feel so fucking good filling me up," you gasped in one breath, never letting your eyes leave Danny's.

Sam seemed to catch on almost instantly given the look in Danny's eyes, fiery and dangerous.

"That's it," he coaxed you along as he continued his movements. "Make him sorry for feeling entitled to you."

It spurred you on as you dug your heels into the mattress and used your thighs to meet Sam's thrusts harder, practically bouncing against him with the force of the way you met each other’s hips.

"I could bounce on your cock all day long," you moaned again in the sweetest voice you could manage, even as Sam's thrusts knocked your breath into a shaky cadence, "let you fill my tight pussy whenever you wanted."

"Jesus," Sam whispered, his pace coming harder and quicker as he began chasing his own pleasure while pushing yours along with it.

Danny looked like he was losing his grip too, watching you chant Sam’s name like a prayer, begging him to let you finish on his cock.

“Oh my god, Sam,” you gasped, no longer a taunt as your brain began to go fuzzy the more the electricity sparked throughout your body.

“Fuck,” Danny gasped along with you, watching your eyes begin to tear up.

“Say his name,” Sam grunted as his movements began to turn sloppy and feverish. “Make him wish it were him.”

A light whisper of his name was all you managed as you met his eyes, his eyes that pleaded with you to give him something, anything, even though he remained silent, like he was afraid to open his mouth, afraid of the frustrated whimper that would escape if he did.

“Louder,” was all Sam said as he himself struggled to form words.

“Danny, fuck!” you repeated louder, earning a frustrated groan from the boy still watching you with his hands tied to the chair as his eyes screwed shut and he tried to shake the unholy pleasure off.

“That’s more like it,” Sam grunted, though you were feeling far too lost in the desperation of being close to even register his praise.

“Oh my god, I’m gonna come,” you breathed a bit more urgently as you teetered over the ledge, staring down at the chasm of pleasure Sam was about to drown you in.

“Tell him,” he demanded through now clenched teeth.

“Danny, I’m gonna…I’m so fucking close, I’m gonna come.”

“Shit, shit, s-shit,” Danny muttered in a trance-like state, looking like he was about to lose it completely with his mouth dropping open and his eyes rolling as his head fell backward, jutting his chin toward the ceiling as his hips jutted forward, like his cock was desperately seeking a touch that wasn’t there.

It was a fucking sight to see as Sam pushed you closer and closer to the edge.

“Fuck, yes, right there, right there, don’t stop," you practically sobbed as you felt it begin to wash over you, just barely.

But it was Danny who snapped first, spilling onto his abdomen with a string of filthy moans and curses as his biceps flexed and strained hard, his breathing coming in hot bursts as he was unable to touch himself and coax himself gently through his orgasm. Even Sam's movements slowed as you both watched in awe as Danny's arms and wrists tensed so hard that the ties binding him that Sam clearly didn't tie well enough loosened, and with another grunt as he came down, he was freeing himself from the chair, looking like he was ready for someone to face the consequences of what had just happened.

You heard Sam breathe out a low, "Shit," as his movements stopped altogether, only watching as Danny sauntered over to you, still a dripping mess, and wrapped his hand around your throat, forcing you to look up at him.

“Clean it up,” he growled, grabbing you by your hair and guiding you forward into the cum dripping down his abdomen. “Clean up the mess you made.”

You felt the vibration of the filthy moan that dripped off your tongue before you ever heard it and you felt Sam chase your hips as he watched you press your chest into the mattress and drag your tongue from where Danny’s cock met his pelvis, through the tuft of hair marking his happy trail and collecting the release through the lines of his stomach.

“Holy shit,” you heard Sam breathe, hardly even a word so much as it was a gasp for air.

Danny hummed in satisfaction above you as you swallowed down the first gulp, barking orders to Sam as he pulled you by your hair off the bed and shoved you down onto your knees in front of him.

“Sam, on your back," he ordered, a protest following from Sam not long after that Danny was quick to stifle. "You're not in charge anymore. But don't worry, I'll make you both come."

It seemed like a promise and one that Sam believed as he quietly moved into the position Danny had not-so-nicely requested, wrapping his hand around himself as he did so and watched you lap eagerly at Danny's abdomen, squeezing your thighs together to somehow stifle the arousal you felt, dizzyingly thick in the air around you.

It was far past filthy, having Sam watch as you licked Danny’s cum off his abdomen and swallowed it dutifully, returning your tongue to his skin eagerly after each gulp. The image alone could have done you in.

"Good girl,” Danny cooed sweetly before finding his stern tone again. “Now straddle him.”

He pulled you up to your feet again and turned you sharply toward the bed, slapping your ass not exactly gently as you climbed back onto the mattress and moved to straddle Sam, letting your thighs settle at his hips with his cock leaking angrily between your legs.

"Don't be shy,” you heard Danny tease from somewhere behind you, “let him fill you up."

Even through the shaky breaths of anticipation and uncertainty as to what Danny was about to do, Sam still stared up at you with lust-blown eyes, wrapping his hand around himself, still glistening from when he had been inside of you moments earlier, and helping you lift your hips to line up with him, his eyes falling closed with a soft sigh as you sank down onto him again.

You weren’t sure Danny wanted you to move but you really couldn’t resist doing so with the sight of Sam beneath you, cheeks flushed pink and lips parted as he panted, and the feeling of him inside of you, stretching you with ease and nudging against your cervix. So you didn’t deny yourself what you wanted and lifted your hips once, bringing them back down slowly, letting yourself glide over him as he whimpered.

But the sound of Danny lathering his still hard dick in lube behind you caught your attention, though before you could turn to look, he was dipping the mattress with his weight, bringing his chest flush with your back and his cock heavy against the swell of your ass.

"Since you like to be so full," he mumbled against your ear.

And then suddenly you felt what he was about to do as he lined himself up with your ass, not something you and Danny hadn’t done before but something you certainly hadn’t done in front of another person. Or, on top of, rather.

You suddenly felt the consequences for what you and Sammy had done.

“Is this okay?” he asked softly in your ear, keeping his cock in his hand and pushing no further until you gave him a meek nod.

“Sam, you okay with this?” he asked a little louder.

Sam could see what was happening from his angle but it seemed the anticipation had stolen the breath from his lungs, just as it had you, and all he managed was a breathy agreement but an agreement nonetheless. And with it, Danny dropped his soft demeanor and pushed into you, causing you and Sam both to moan loudly at the feeling as his cock glided along Sam’s not too far away.

“Holy shit,” Sam gasped, throwing his head back into the pillow behind him and moving one hand to fist at the sheets next to him while his other gripped at your hip to try and prevent you from moving, having been pushed dangerously close to the edge by Danny’s single thrust.

“How does that feel, two cocks in you at once?” Danny practically growled into your ear.

You fought the urge to remain silent. He deserved to hear how he made you feel, especially after watching Sam have his fun with you for half the night, although words seemed nearly impossible in that moment.

“F-fucking in-incredible,” you gasped, feeling the words slur off your tongue like you were drunk on both of them.

Danny thrusted forward once, a long, languid thrust that both you and Sam felt every inch of, and the feeling alone had Sam moaning out an unholy sound as Danny’s name fell from your lips like a chant.

“Shit!” Sam cursed as Danny withdrew and worked himself into a slow yet blinding rhythm, stretching you almost as far as you could go with the two of them inside of you.

It was like nothing you’d ever felt before, being filled by both of them at the same time. It felt wholly indecent, like a sin you’d need to repent for later while silently waiting with baited breath until you could feel it again. It was fucking breathtaking and you could tell Sam was losing himself beneath you just as quickly as you were.

"Getting close already, Sam?" Danny asked in a teasing tone as he moved one hand to grip your hip and the other to hold your throat to keep you from falling against Sam.

"Fuck, I can…I can hold it," Sam promised in a huff, not exactly believable given his state.

"Wrong answer," was all Danny said back, pushing into you harder and faster, setting a dangerous pace that threatened to split you in half.

You watched through the stars clouding your vision as Sam’s head pushed further back into the pillow, watched his mouth fall open, watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down in his throat, right before he lost the fight altogether.

"Come on, be a good boy for her and fill her up," Danny urged in a low, husky voice that filled your ears like honey, dripping in lust.

Sam didn’t need the coaxing though. He was already gone, coming hard inside of you with one of the more lewd noises you’d ever heard, a beautiful sound that went straight to your core.

You were practically drooling, dizzy at the feeling of Danny inside of you, barely enough room for his heavy cock with Sam also stuffed inside of you, filling you to the brim with his cock and his cum.

"Fuck, please," Sam pleaded, pleasure suddenly turning into overstimulation as Danny seemed to quicken his movements, thrusting into you harder to bring you closer to your orgasm while simultaneously making Sam pay for ruining his.

"We're not done until she comes," Danny growled, unrelenting.

"Oh my god," you breathed, still feeling pure pleasure even as Sam began to squirm beneath you, trying his best to hold it together until you came around him.

"Yeah? Does that feel good?" Danny asked, gripping your throat tighter.

"O-oh my god," you repeated, your lungs hardly able to make a sound.

"I think you said that one already, sweetheart."

You were undeniably close, spurred on by his words, teasing as they were, and by the way he pounded into you without a care for the way Sam squeezed his eyes shut and struggled to breathe through the overstimulation, curses falling more regularly the longer Danny moved.

"Danny, I'm-" you started, cut off by a gasp that halted the words in their place on your tongue as your eyes began to roll back and your hands desperately sought a grip, anything really, finding Sam’s hands as you searched frantically.

"You're what?"

Danny was far too smug for your liking but jesus, if he wasn’t going to be your undoing.

"I'm gonna-" you tried again as Sam gripped your hands hard, trying his best to help you ground yourself through it.

"Come on, baby, you can do it," Danny urged, his tone suddenly going much sweeter.

"God, please, I can't. T-too much," Sam gasped beneath you, squeezing your hands a little harder as tears began to form in the corners of his eyes.

"Oh but she's there, aren't you, y/n?"

You most certainly fucking were. And thank god too because it looked like Sam was about to snap in half and break completely.

"Oh my god yes, I'm there, I'm fucking there!"

"Good fucking girl," Danny praised you, barely a sound you could hear as he released you from his grip and pushed you down onto Sam who buried his hand in your hair and let you claw at him while you came around him, harder than you ever had before and clenching around him so tightly that the pain of overstimulation suddenly sent him into blinding bliss for a second time as you milked him of everything he had left to give.

"Stop, please fucking stop, I can't take it anymore, Danny, please," Sam begged again as the pleasure was much more short lived than the first time. And Danny halted his movements immediately, leaning down to kiss your shoulder blade as you came down from your high in Sam’s arms.

"You both still with me?" he asked, no hint of smugness or dominance in his voice any longer.

You and Sam both gave meek yeses, earning a chuckle from Danny as he pulled himself from you carefully.

"Hang on, let me clean you both up."

Danny stood silently to get a washcloth, leaving you to push yourself off of Sam with his help, exhausted as he was. You collapsed next to him the moment your hips met the mattress, curling into his side as he tucked his arm under your neck and pulled you close.

When Danny reappeared, he had a washcloth to throw to Sam who began to wipe himself off as Danny helped you get cleaned up with a second in his hand, easing into bed on your opposite side once it had been discarded in the hamper.

"That was…" you began, too tired and braindead to even complete the sentence.

"Exhausting," Sam finished for you without even opening his eyes.

Danny agreed with nothing more than a nod as he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled himself in closer, sandwiching you in warmth between himself and Sam.

"Okay…maybe not a one time thing," you said in a whisper after a beat of silence save for the heavy breathing slowly returning to normal.

"I fucking knew it!” Sam exploded suddenly, finding energy to revel in his rightness.

It earned a laugh from both you and Danny.

"But we’re tying you up next time," Danny added quickly.

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[herotome]

Devlog #125

Hi-ho, Wudge here! Gosh! I missed last week's update.

Happy holidays from Herotome!!

I haven't drawn anything this year-- oh but hmm, I could do a quick edit, here -

Tadah! For anyone who hasn't already seen it, we got those 50 reblogs to make Warden shirtless! A pure version without the christmas lights went up yesterday, just scroll down my blog a bit or check out the #ro: warden hashtag.

I'm pleased with how much mileage I'm already getting from this picture, ha.

Anyway.

Seems like I'm gonna be focused on writing new scenes and drawing expressions for a while. They're some of the more tedious tasks for me, so I'll certainly be looking for every opportunity to do other things on the side - like coding.

Today I've decided that the LI sprites should have their eyebrows on a separate layer from the rest of their face, to offer me the greatest amount of variety in creating new expressions - and I've come up with a naming system for it, too!

I'm looking forward to implementing this. Eyebrow shapes have much, much less variety compared to mouth shapes, so I might even finish drawing every possible eyebrow for every LI sometime soon. I've already gotten a strong start with Warden and Mia's eyebrows.

Speaking of, I did turn in more expressions over on Ko-Fi!

Tadah!! Thank you again to everyone who has donated so far!

I'm realizing that in the set dedicated to Dia, Warden and Mia have the same mouth shape on the upper right side... A fascinating subconscious decision on my part.

Outside of art, I did write... once. Er, it went pretty okay. I'm usually the biggest hater of my first drafts.

I think my goal is gonna be to show off the abilities of all the characters as equally as I can; Warden and Jade have had their time to shine (during the job fair and flying MC home, respectively), and I think MC, Griffin, and Mia are gonna be queued up next.

I'll put the rest under a cut for potential spoilers and further rambling - as always, if you don't see the cut, make sure to check out my blog directly!

I have a good idea of what I wanna do with Griffin (it may or may not involve obliterating your rent debt, and I may or may not have written about that in the first-draft-I-don't-hate).

I've been thinking that this scene would involve a change of clothes btw, and did some fashion concepts for Griffin that I also don't hate;

I'm not super sure what I'm gonna do for Mia's eventual ~special show-off scene~, but I'm sure it will come to me.

For MC, I want to show off her relationship with the city, and showcase how qualified she is for the job in a low-key way. I recently discussed with a friend how Men in Black is a huge source of inspiration for me... Y'all know the scene where Will Smith has his interview and did things differently from all the other candidates?? I kinda wanna capture that vibe...!

And ah... I think that's about it, Herotome-wise.

Wudge-wise, honesty hour - I've had ssssome mild health concerns this year.

I don't want to go into detail; I want to say it's been like... nothing life threatening, thankfully, but a lot of small physical inconveniences that pile up and make it harder to concentrate.

I did rest a lot last week so no worries. <3 It's just that parts of my body have been weird and annoying, and I think it's helpful to acknowledge that the flesh prison can be a weird and annoying place. But I value it! And I'm doing my best to take care of it. Health comes first, etc, etc.

With this new year, I hope you guys take care of yourselves as best as you can, too. The person who's most qualified to take care of you is you!!!

Stay safe and keep warm,

Wudge.

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[aris-ink]

can you PLEASE write this couple again? soft smut? i literally beg nothing topped this i swear (daddy's got you one) 🎈 https://at.tumblr.com/aris-ink/694418642578849792/lws2mtncn3lz

yes angel 🫰most of us have muddled reflections. I hope sometime you can see them for what they really are, and love yourselves every day for the rest of your lives.

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: romance

warnings: mentions of violence (not towards the reader), allusions to emotional abuse (not by jungkook), hurt/comfort, reassurance, praise, dirty talk, dd/lg, choking, mentions of spanking, riding, rough sex, creampie, soft!dom jk, he is.... in love.....

What's wrong with me?

Jungkook couldn't stand hearing that question. He couldn't stand seeing you cry, and he absolutely couldn't stand the people you lived with.

He refused to call them your family. No one who made you feel so down about yourself deserved to hold such a title. After he beat the shit out of your brother, he wasn't welcome in your house anymore and he had zero regrets. The next night, it took him all of twenty minutes to arrive at your place, stuff your bags into the trunk of his car and take you to his house.

It took all of his self control, however, not to sneak back into your neighborhood and slit the fucker's throat. Mostly because he had more important things to take care of, like helping you settle in. But if there was anything Jungkook has learned over the years, it was that there was no need to hurry when it came to making someone suffer. He knew how to hold a grudge. There was not an ounce of space for forgiveness in his heart for anyone who tore at your self esteem. No willingness to find it either.

By now, he didn't even need to hear you ask the question out loud. One look into your eyes and he knew what you were thinking. One look was enough to make him forget about everything that existed around him; the only thing that felt real and that mattered was you. Your warmth under his fingertips, so solid. The rest was smoke.

"Baby," he whispered into your ear, his hands running over your waist slowly as you sat in his lap. "Look at me."

You lifted your eyes to his, met with a soft smile.

"Nothing," he said.

You blinked at him, so adorably confused.

"What?"

"The answer is nothing," he clarified. "There's nothing wrong with you."

"Oh."

You immediately tried to avoid his gaze, but he wouldn't let you, not now, not ever. Not until his words were burned into your mind, covering all the other scars there.

His big hand cupped your cheek, tilting your chin up.

"Do you trust me?"

You fiddled with the fabric of his shirt, trying to find the right words.

"I- I do. I just wish I was more-"

"Don't say it," he warned. "I mean it, baby."

He hated the word normal. Absolutely abhorred it. His jaw twitched, his thumbs stroking both of your cheeks. Why did you have to grow up surrounded by people who littered in your lake, throwing all of their ugly thoughts, ignorance and hatred into its clear waters? Muddling your reflection so much that when you peeked into it you appeared small and distorted, like a dead, crumbling star, when in reality you were so bright and expansive; an entire universe of wonders. How were you supposed to see it in all the pollution? Some you even caused yourself, because they made you want to erase your image from the rippling surface altogether.

He didn't care how dirty that lake was. He was ready to dive in and suffocate to help you clean it out.

"Color?" He murmured, the tip of his nose pressing against yours.

Your eyes fluttered shut. Even though you weren't sure what he needed the confirmation for, you still answered quietly.

"Green."

Jungkook's mouth parted softly next to yours, his breath hot and minty on your skin.

"Then let go," he whispered. "Let daddy take care of you."

Let daddy take care of you. The one sentence that always made your shoulders relax, seeming to melt all your worries away. His tongue swiped across your bottom lip, warm and wet, teasing, inviting. He pulled you closer to him, already lost in your galaxies, and more than happy to turn to ashes among them.

He heard somewhere that bones were made of stardust. Yours and his must have been from the same star, longing to be reunited, moulded together for all eternity. He kissed you hard, his hands slipping under your shirt to skim your breasts, feel your nipples harden in response to the touch. His cock stirred and twitched at the feeling of your skin, his lungs constricted.

"I am going to fuck all of this doubt out of you, baby," he breathed, tightening his hand on your breast to fondle it. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard you'll only know whatever I say, no other thoughts."

He lowered your panties with one hand, the movement clumsy and hurried.

"Like how much I love you," he grunted, lowering his lips to your neck. "How pretty you are. How amazing."

He twisted your nipple, teeth grazing your throat, a groan fleeing his lips when you sneaked your hand into his pants to palm him.

"Shit, what did daddy say about being a little minx, huh?"

You breathed out a whine, tilting your head back to allow him to press wetter kisses into your neck.

"But I need you, daddy."

Jungkook could feel his eyes rolling back. The sounds you made, the begging, the way you stroked his cock - it was too much. He hissed, his hips rolling forward unconsciously, seeking more, always needing more.

"Are you wet for me, baby? Already soaked your little panties?"

You moaned shamelessly, nodding against his lips. The sound was drowned out by Jungkook's groan, louder, longer.

"So fucking hot."

He let you pull his pants down his thick thighs, just enough to free his cock. It throbbed in your hand, leaking with the need for more friction, for a connection that would leave him buried so deep inside you there would be no space for anything else ever again. Not for doubt, not for fear or pain. Just him.

"Baby," he detached his lips from yours only to whisper these words. "Need to fuck you."

You moaned softly, your arms wrapping around his neck, hips lifting off his lap. His breath hitched when you lowered them again, agonizingly slowly, wet heat coming into contact with the aching tip of his big cock.

"Yeah, good girl. Ride me, baby."

You whined into his neck, sinking down softly to get used to the stretch, gripping him so tightly he couldn't help the stutter of his hips, the veins in his neck prominent with the effort of trying to not fuck into you.

When the skin of your thighs met his, your slick dripping onto him, he moaned into your hair and gripped it in one hand, keeping the other under your shirt.

Up. Then down. These were his favorite sounds; the wet, desperate slapping of your bodies, you falling apart around him like there was no tomorrow, lost in bliss. He let you roll your hips and set your own pace, experiment, torture his poor, damned soul in all the sweetest ways you wished.

But the heat in his body was becoming feverish, the need to take over and take care of you overshadowing reason. The need to pound into you and make your legs shake, hear you scream his name.

Licking his lips, he slid both hands down to your waist, soft to the touch, his hold on you secure and strong as he flipped you onto the mattress. You gasped, fingertips digging into the nape of his neck.

For a moment, he remained still, his eyes locked on yours. Could you learn to see your reflection in them instead?

He buried his face in the crook of your neck.

"I can't do this by myself, baby, I won't," he whispered. "Daddy needs you. Needs you to work with him on this."

Your thighs trembled around him. He looked up at you, dark gaze full of love.

"Promise me, baby."

You hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly. That was progress. Jungkook grabbed a hold of your neck, gently at first, making your lips part.

"You're a good girl who doesn't break promises, aren't you, sweetheart?"

You nodded again, your pussy clenching around him. He groaned, pulling out of the sticky heat only to plunge back in roughly, setting a pace so different to yours. The headboard banged against the wall, but Jungkook didn't give a shit. He wanted to come so bad, wanted to take you there with him.

"Fuuuck, fuck," his moans turned raspier, higher, his balls aching with each thrust. "Good girl, is this what you needed? Daddy's love? Daddy's big cock in that tight, pretty cunt?"

"Y-yeah," you stuttered out a whine, sharp nails dragging down the flexing muscles of his back. "Please daddy, please-!"

Jungkook choked you harder, shaking you a little.

"Are you gonna start listening to daddy? Huh? You gonna stop saying all that shit about yourself that makes my heart hurt? Are you gonna let me fucking love you?"

You let out a sob into his neck. He wasn't sure whether it was because of what he said or because of how needy you were, knowing that coming without his permission in this case would do nothing but land you in a whole pile of trouble.

"Color, s-shit, baby, what's your color-"

"Green!" You moaned. "Please. Please, daddy."

Jungkook shuddered, fucking you faster, meaner, punishing you with all the strength he had. You'd be bruised tomorrow, but the way you chanted his name clouded his mind, made his cock throb inside you.

"Answer me first, baby, do you want me to fucking spank you? Answer me."

You clenched around him again. He hissed, satisfaction washing over him when your back arched, words spilling out of your pretty mouth brokenly.

"Yes, I promise! I promise, d-daddy, ohh-"

"That's my good girl," he groaned. "So tight, oh god. Fuck. Come for me, yeah? Come on. Cream daddy's cock, baby. You want me to come inside you, don't you?"

That was enough to make you tense beneath him, his lips quick to capture yours and control at least some of the volume your cries carried throughout the room. Jungkook continued fucking you, his cock pulsing, filling you up with hot, thick strings of cum. He broke the kiss only when his own self control slipped completely, breathy yeahs let out into your neck.

Praises fell from his mouth in whispers when he limped against you, as natural and unconscious as every breath he took. Good girl, so beautiful, feels so good, I love you so much.

He lifted himself up to kiss you, hazy and sated, but the faint smile he noticed on your face made him pause. It looked relaxed. Genuine. Warm.

It made his heart feel like it was no longer attached to his body, but floating, entwined with yours, cells grown into each other, atoms connecting. He smiled back, his thumb brushing over your lower lip.

Maybe you could learn to see yourself in his eyes. At least until your lake was clean again.

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[csashton]

Healing - PG x Reader

Warnings: mentions of domestic violence, injuries, trauma. Please read at your own risk. take care of yourselves 🖤 and do not read if this will negatively affect you.

Summary: reader is in an abusive relationship, it all comes to a head and Pierre finds out. Pairing: Pierre Gasly / Reader

Word count: 1872

A/N: This is really just a trauma dump from personal experience. But I am OK - I am healed. If you or someone you know is in a situation where you need help, please reach out. The domestic violence hotline: [phone]. or I will try to help you in any way that I can.

The relationship you were in was beyond toxic. It had been for the last two years of dating, but you couldn’t bring yourself to leave. Everyone had their suspicions about what went on behind closed doors, especially Pierre. You did your best to hide it.

He’d tried for months to get you to break up with James, but none of his tactics worked. You loved James, and James loved you. Sometimes had some rough days and he would take it out on you. But everyone had rough days, right?

The first six months were a dream. He treated you like you were a queen. Extravagant dates, trips, gifts, anything you asked for, he got for you. Then one day it was like a switch flipped. More often than not you were arguing, or he would start a fight over something trivial. Anything that went wrong in his day-to-day life was your fault. It took a massive toll on your mental health, but you pushed through. It was nothing you couldn’t deal with.

Pierre noticed immediately. He would call daily to check in on you, making sure you didn't need anything.

More recently, James had become physical with you. It first started with pushing or shoving you out of his way during an argument. Then one day it all came to a head. You had forgotten to wash his shirt for a work trip, so you wouldn't have time to iron it before he left. This ended up with you shoved into the wall, a hand around your throat as you gasped for air, begging him to let go.

You forgave him, of course. He came back from his work trip with flowers and a beautiful gift in hand. He showered you with kisses and apologies, so you swept it under the rug.

Coming up with excuses as to why you couldn’t hang out or go to events with Pierre was the hard part. He caught on, though you’re sure he assumed it was James not allowing you to go. He didn’t know about the abuse, and you were determined to keep it that way.

Over the last few months, you’d gotten a lot better at hiding the bruises. When Pierre asked to hang out, you'd fake a work trip or illness. You couldn’t even remember the last time you’d seen Pierre in person, the limited conversations either over facetime or phone calls.

Now, curled up in a hospital bed, you knew there was no way of keeping it from him. He was your emergency contact. You couldn't recall why this fight started. Unsure if either the concussion or blacking out was the cause. But it was the worst one yet.

There was a sharp pain radiating through your head and a dull ache through the rest of your body. The sound of a chair squeaking caught your attention, pulling your eyes, well eye that wasn’t swollen shut, to the corner of the room. Pierre was there, an angry look on his face, arms crossed over his chest.

“I’m guessing you won’t buy the ‘I fell down the stairs’ excuse?” You choke out, trying to lighten his mood. At the sound of your voice, he’s up and sitting on the edge of the bed, cradling one of your hands in his. “Please, don’t joke right now, mon ange.” His voice is scratchy like he’s been crying. “Sorry.” You whisper as you look away, “I don’t like seeing you worry, or seeing you angry.” His hand comes up to brush your hair from your face, thumb brushing your cheek. “Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve helped you.” his voice breaks near the end, his free hand coming up to wipe the tears on his cheek.

“You have enough to worry about, Pear. You didn’t need to worry about me.” He brushes off your explanation, opening his mouth to argue, but you cut him off. “It was never this bad, he’s never been this bad. I don’t know what set him off. Everything was fine, and then it wasn’t.” you mutter, taking a deep breath as you watch the emotions flick across his face.

His mouth opens and closes a few times before he finally speaks, “He almost killed you.” You nod, biting your lip as you shift in bed, groaning in pain. “You’ve got a concussion, broken nose, broken wrist, a few broken ribs, a broken ankle and foot. You’re more bruise than you are human at this point. But somehow no internal bleeding, even though he used your stomach as a boxing bag.” his voice trembles as he looks down.

“That explains why I feel like shit, but I’m sure the black eyes bring out my beauty, yeah?” you attempt to joke, earning a token judgemental Pierre glare. Humor had always been your way of coping.

“I thought you were dead when they called.” He admits, thumb rubbing over the back of your hand. “Your neighbor Ms. Nancy heard you screaming for help, she called the police. But you were silent by the time they got there. I got the call from the hospital, they had you stable by the time I got here.”

“I’m sorry for scaring you, and I’m sorry for not telling you.” You hesitate, gripping his hand in yours. “It wasn’t bad, in the beginning. He didn’t start any physical stuff until a few months ago - before it was only verbal. But he would always apologize and he was so sweet to be when he got back.” Tears fill your eyes as you continue, “But I couldn’t tell you, I couldn’t burden you with that. I had to pull away from you, he would get so mad when he found out I was talking to you. I didn’t want anything to happen to you.” you whisper, squeezing his hand again.

Pierre’s got tears in his eyes when you look up, his mouth twisted in a frown. “I told you to stop protecting me. But that’s not the point right now.” he waves you off as you try to interrupt him. “What matters is you’re safe, he’s in police custody. You’re going to get healthy, the boys will move your things out of the apartment as soon as possible. You will stay with me until you’re healthy and safe.” he stresses.

“Pierre, I ca-” He holds his hand up again, “If the next words are not, ‘thank you, Pierre, I will move in, Pierre.’ I do not want to hear them.” his voice is serious, eyes hard when you look up again.

“Thank you, Pierre. I will move in, Pierre.” You grin, rolling your eyes at him. “He’s lucky that I didn’t get a phone call from Ms. Nancy, or he’d be in the morgue and I’d be in jail for murder.” You nudge him as best you can with your casted arm, leaning your head back on the pillow.

“Can you please not tell anyone this happened?” You ask, “I don’t want to worry anyone else, and I don’t want to deal with all the drama that comes with it.” He’s got a sheepish look on his face as you finish speaking. “I already told Charles, and Charles told Carlos who told Lando. They’re figuring out the logistics of moving your things, the police should be done surveying your apartment soon. Then they can get started.”

A loud groan leaves your throat as you bring your hands up to cover your face, “Pierre.” you mutter, “that’s so embarrassing. They’re going to think I’m so weak and stupid for staying.” His hands pull yours away from your face, pinning them to your sides. “If I ever hear you talking bad about yourself again, you’re going to sit through hours of myself and Charles complimenting you, do you want that? No one will thing you're weak or stupid. No one knows what you went through every day.” he states, voice stern but eyes twinkling. You shake your head, then groan at the pain of your brain rattling around.

“Ugh, okay. That was stupid. I need to rest, I’m getting nauseous again.” Your voice wavers as you speak. “Sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up.” He’s quiet as he pulls the scratchy blanket back up over you, tucking you in. You’re not released until a few days later, but you’re chomping at the bit to get out. Against Pierre’s wishes, you make him take you back to the apartment. A fresh pair of clothes and a phone charger is all you want. The sound of voices greet you when you arrive, crutches and a hovering Pierre behind you.

“Oh, my god.” Lando’s voice is a whisper as you crutch into the kitchen where he’s crouching on the floor. He's cleaning up what looks like broken glass with specks of your blood mixed in. Carlos and Charles rush into the room not a few seconds later, Charles’ hand flying up to his mouth. Carlos muttered a quick, “Ay, dios mio!” before shutting his mouth, staring at you wide-eyed.

“I’m not a spectacle, I’m still the same old me.” You snap before taking a deep breath, looking around the room. There are poorly cleaned trails of your blood across the room, and shattered glass littering the floor. Duffel bags are sitting by the door which you assume has your belongings in it. “Please tell me you’re not cleaning up my blood.” You can’t help the shake in your voice, “Please, this is not your responsibility. Please stop.” you beg, wobbling on your crutches while Pierre grabs onto your hips to hold you up.

“Mon ange, please calm down. They wanted to help, they didn’t want you to come back to a mess when you got your things.” he explains, holding you as you lean your crutches against the wall, then lean back into him for support. “Please stop. I will call someone to deal with this, I want to get my things and go. I want a nap, my body hurts and I just need the emotional support of my friends. I don’t need you to fix my mess.” You can’t help but complain. “I’m very thankful, and I love you all very much. But, I would appreciate if you stop staring at me like a zoo animal and help me carry my things out of here. I don’t want to be here any longer than necessary.”

The tremble in your voice snaps them into gear. Carlos grabbing the duffels by the door while Charles and Lando grab whatever boxes they packed from the bedroom and living area.

Once you’re settled on the couch at Pierre’s, Lando insists on unpacking your things into the guest room. You must fall asleep on the couch because when you wake up, your head is in a sleeping Pierre’s lap. Your foot, in the massive boot, propped up on a pillow in Carlos’ lap. Lando and Charles are asleep on the floor in front of the couch and a credit scene is rolling on the TV. Sure, you’ve just gone through the most traumatic thing in your life. But all you needed to heal was being here, with them… and maybe a little (lot) of therapy. 

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[headkiss]

Hey Anna. I have a request for steve with mutual pining where they both r almost sure the other one likes them but different things prevent them from acting on it at different times. Finally steve confesses by kissing reader?

hiii tysm for ur request i hope u like it!!!! | 0.8k of some friends to lovers fluff :D

There had always been something there with Steve.

Ever since you met him, you could feel it. An energy that wasn’t there with people who were only friends. Some sort of chemistry that went unexplored, unspoken.

Time passed and the two of you grew closer. You spent as much time together as a couple would. You labeled yourselves as friends when everyone knew it was something more. When neither of you went on dates with anyone else.

It was obvious, and still, nothing had been brought up. No confessions or kisses, only small hints that left the both of you guessing. Almost sure that the other felt the same. Almost wasn’t a surefire answer, though.

Every time you thought about telling him how you felt, you’d get scared. Nervous that you’d been reading all the signs wrong, that he didn’t feel the same after all. That he didn’t love you back.

It wasn’t like he did anything to make you doubt him. No, that was all your own minds doing.

Steve didn’t think he could take it any longer. The tiptoeing around what’s there. He doesn’t want to hesitate to hold your hand or have to hold himself back from kissing you.

Which is why he’s gearing himself up right now to tell you he loves you. He’s tried to practice time and time again what he’ll say, but it never sounds right. He’s hoping it’ll come to him in the moment. Really, really hoping.

“Hey,” he starts, though he’s already unsure what to say next. You’re sitting next to him on the couch, cuddled close with your head on his shoulder. You pull back when he speaks to look at him.

He thinks, maybe that’s what has him at a loss for words. Seeing your face so close to his, the focus of yours that’s set on him.

“Yeah, Steve?”

“You know you’re like my best friend, right?”

“You’re mine, too,” you try to cover up the fact that the word ‘friend’ isn’t necessarily what he is to you. He’s your best, well, everything.

“Thanks, baby,” he reaches for your hand and your fingers intertwine with ease. The shape of your knuckles fit perfectly with his. “So, I want to tell you something but just know, it doesn’t have to change anything if you don’t want it to, okay?”

You squeeze his hand. You think it might be happening. “Okay.”

“I really, really-” he’s cut off by the phone ringing.

The only people that call him are you, Robin, and Dustin, so he usually picks up. As much as he doesn’t want to, he’s a worrier, someone who cares with his entire being. “Shit. Let me answer that quick. Don’t move, ‘kay?”

He feels like every time he gets close to admitting his feelings to you, something like this happens.

It’s Dustin on the phone, telling Steve he desperately needs a ride because he somehow broke his bike. Steve hangs up and curses because he can’t just leave Dustin stranded. He figures he’ll have to finish the conversation with you later.

“Listen, that was Dustin and he needs me to drive him. I’m gonna go, but you can stay here. I’ll be back soon, so you don’t need to go home.”

“Are you sure?” You ask.

“Please stay. I’ll be so fast you won’t even know I was gone.”

“I hope that doesn’t mean you’ll be driving like a maniac, Harrington.”

“Me? Never!”

He leaves with a quick goodbye and a kiss to your forehead. He won’t tell you that he speeds in order to get back to you sooner, and he won’t tell you that he was nervous enough to ask Dustin what he should say on the way home.

Steve gets home, and he’s as happy as ever to see that you’re still there. He thinks it’s now or never, and so he doesn’t say a word to you when he gets back.

Instead, he sits next to you on the couch, grabs your face in his hands, and kisses you.

Your shock only lasts a moment until you’re kissing him right back. It’s easy with him, as if you’ve done this a hundred times. He knows how to move his mouth, when to lick at your bottom lip and open you up. You’re practically a puddle on the couch when he pulls away and leans his forehead on yours.

“Fuck, I love you,” he says, breathing heavy and his eyes still shut like he’s scared of what you’ll say. “I wanted to tell you a million times, I wanted to give you this big speech and flowers and be all romantic but I had to say it. I love you. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same but-”

He’s cut off by the press of your lips against his, evidently shutting him up and reassuring him all at once.

“I love you, too.”

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