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falcqns · 7 months

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would it be enough (if i could never give you peace)

✰ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Tim Bradford x Lucy Chen x Tamara Colins

✰ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: everyone at Mid Wilshire knows that Tamara is Tim and Lucy’s daughter. There is only one person who isn’t aware of this, and that is Tamara. Until she gets hurt, that is.

✰ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: crying, like lots of it. Car crash, near death experience, fluff, angst with a happy ending. tagging @natashasera

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Tamara loved Tim and Lucy. Ever since they had busted her for stealing Lucy’s car, Tamara had felt safe with them. There were her warmth; the people who cared for, comforted, nurtured, supported and loved her, something she had never felt as a child. Right now, there was nothing Tamara was missing more than the warmth of Tim Bradford and Lucy Chen while she was upside down in her totalled car, hanging on for dear life, just before the world around her went black.

Lucy loved Tamara like her own. She had never had such strong maternal feelings for someone than she did Tamara. She rarely made her angry, she kept her space tidy, and rarely talked back, which had resulted in Lucy rarely feeling upset or frustrated with the teen. But right now, she was frustrated. Tamara was ignoring her messages.

Tamara’s high school had called her; she wasn’t present for morning attendance. This isn’t what frustrated Lucy. What frustrated her was that Tamara was then also absent for 2nd period, and now 3rd.

Lucy knew that Tamara was struggling with her birthday approaching. That meant that the teen would put even more pressure on herself to find a job and move out, which was something Lucy and Tim did not want. They wanted her to know that she was family, and that because she was family, she didn’t have to leave on her 18th birthday, but no matter what she or her boyfriend said to the teen, the words just weren’t getting through to her. And Lucy knew that having stress like that, especially self imposed stress like that wasn’t easy to deal with, but Tamara also knew better than to skip school.

Lucy sighed heavily, looking down at the 5th unanswered text from her teen. She then shoved her phone in her pocket, and stepped out of the shop, walking towards the table between the food trucks that her and Tim always shared. She plopped down next to him, and didn’t greet him, instead she grabbed a few fries and shoved them in her mouth, hoping that she would feel less angry with some food in her system, but it didn’t work.

“What’s going on?” Tim asked. Of course he knew something was wrong, Lucy thought to herself.

“Tamara is skipping class.” She said simply, and Tim shrugged his shoulders.

“She’s a teenager. Teenagers skip school. I did it, and I’m sure that you did too.” He said simply, taking a drink of his pop.

Lucy rolled her eyes, turning to face Tim. “She also isn’t answering any of my texts. Something that she knows to do, even if it’s just an emoji. I know she has a lot on her mind right now, but that doesn’t mean she can ignore me.”

Tim sighed, reaching out, and wrapping his arm around her shoulder. “I know. I know you’re frustrated with her, and that’s okay, but there must be a logical explanation for her not answering. Maybe her phone is dead, or she forgot it at home. She’s not doing it deliberately okay?” Lucy nodded, and she opened her mouth to respond to Tim, but was cut off by Tim’s phone ringing.

He lifted it from the table, and Lucy saw Angela’s name. Tim answered and held it up to his ear.

“Hey.” He said, and Lucy could hear Angela’s voice on the other end, and it sounded concerned. Lucy’s brows furrowed, and she honed in her hearing, trying to pick up what was being said. Tim hung up a moment later, and once again Lucy opened her mouth to speak, but was once again, cut off.

“We have to go back to the station.” Tim said, standing up, and tossing out his garbage from his lunch.

“What’s going on?” Lucy asked, standing up immediately, and following him to her shop, tossing him the keys in the process. Tim opened his door, and made eye contact with Lucy.

“I don’t know, but judging by her tone, it can’t be anything good.”

——

As soon as they pulled up to the station, Angela pulled them inside and into an interrogation room. She sat them both down, and took a deep breath before sitting down across from them.

“What’s going on?” Lucy said, an edge of demanding to her tone.

“Nolan and Juarez responded to an accident a few hours ago.” Angela started slowly. “By the time they arrived on scene, paramedics had gotten the driver out of the vehicle and were preparing to transport to the hospital. Nolan and Juarez took witness statements, and then followed the ambulance to the hospital.” Angela finished, her voice shaking ever so slightly.

Lucy and Tim looked at each other, confused. Why was Angela telling them this, and why did she seem to be on the verge of tears.

Angela took a deep breath, gulping before she spoke again.

“We were unaware of who the victim was until she was being prepped for surgery, and Nolan got a good look at her.”

“Who was it?” Tim asked, and Angela looked down before looking back at the couple.

“It-uh, it was Tamara.”

Lucy felt her heart drop and shatter, and all of her frustration immediately disappear, tears pouring from her eyes with no warning. “N-No,” Lucy whimpered, and she felt Tim immediately wrap her up in his arms. “No, sh- she-“ She gasped, and Tim hugged her tighter, leaning in close.

“It’s okay, baby.” He whispered, hugging her to her chest as she broke down. “I-is she okay?” He asked Angela shakily.

Angela sniffed, wiped away a stray tear. “She’s in surgery, but last I heard she was stable. From Nolan’s once over of her, it appeared she only had a broken leg, but we won’t know the full extent of the damage until she’s out of surgery.”

Tim nodded, finally breaking down, burying his face in Lucy’s hair. “She’s gonna be okay, baby.” Lucy sobbed harder. “C-Can we go see her?” He asked quietly, and Angela nodded immediately.

“Of course. I’ll inform Grey.” She said, wiping her eyes as she stood up. Just before she shut the door behind her, she looked at Tim. “Keep me updated, okay? Doesn’t have to be much, just a quick text. Just so we know she’s okay?”

Tim nodded. “Yeah, yeah of course.”

Angela smiled, and shut the door behind her, and Tim held Lucy even tighter. “She’s strong.” He whispered. “She’s our strong girl. She’ll pull through, and she’s going to be okay.” He said, unsure if he was reassuring Lucy or himself more. Lucy pulled away from his chest, and Tim held her cheeks in his hands.

“I c-can’t lose her,” Lucy whispered. “She’s my baby, I can’t,”

Tim nodded, chin wobbling, a tear falling from his eye. “I know. But like her mom,” Lucy smiled at that. “She’s determined. She doesn’t give up. There is not a weak bone in her body. She’s going to get through this, and she’s going to be okay. Wanna know why?” He asked, and Lucy immediately nodded.

“Because she has you for a mother.” Lucy smiled, more tears streaming from her eyes. “You’ve been to hell and back, and you are the perfect person to help her through this. She’s going to be okay.” He said, and Lucy nodded, taking a deep breath.

“Don’t discredit yourself so much,” Lucy whispered. “You’ve done a lot for her too, you know.” She said quietly. “And you’ve been through a hell of your own, and you survived, which is why you are the perfect person to be her dad. You support her, comfort her, and love her like your own, and thats something she hasn’t had for so long, if at all. You’re right,” Lucy said, taking a deep breath. “She’s strong, and she’ll get through this, because she has us.”

Tim nodded, and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Can we go see her now, please?” Lucy asked, and Tim nodded with a smile.

“Yeah, Goosey, we can.”

——

By the time they had changed out and reached the hospital and had found the right ward, the doctor, who just so happened to be Grace, was just speaking to Nolan. They walked up to the pair, and Tim and Lucy immediately interjected.

“How is she?”

“Is she okay?”

Grace smiled, and turned away from John, who raised his hands, and stepped away.

“Your daughter is very lucky. She had some internal bleeding, but it was an easy fix. She also has a broken ankle, but we’ve set it, and it should heal perfectly. She’s just being moved to recovery now, I’ll come and get you two when you can see her, okay?” Grace said, and Lucy nodded.

“Thank you,” She said. “So much.” Grace smiled, touched her elbow briefly, before walking through the double doors behind her.

Tim wrapped Lucy back up in his arms, holding her tight. He bent down, and began whispering in her ear. “I told you she’d pull through.”

Lucy choked out a sob. “I was so scared.” Lucy expressed. “I thought I was going to lose her. I thought that I would never see her again, that I’d never hear her call me Mom, never tell her how much I love her, how important she is to me.”

“I know, baby.” Tim whispered, rocking back and forth slightly. “I know. I was thinking the exact same thing, but know we’ll get a chance to tell her, and to show her how much we love her.”

Lucy looked up, a slight smile on her face. “You were thinking you’d never hear her call you Mom?” She asked playfully, and Tim glared at her, but with no real heat behind it.

“You know what I meant, Boot.” He said, kissing her forehead.

“Not your boot anymore,”

“Maybe on paper, but in my heart you’ll always be my little Boot.”

Lucy slapped him across the chest, and he choked out a laugh just as Nolan walked back up to them, with Juarez beside him.

Tim looked Nolan in the eyes, a serious look on his face. “How bad was it?”

Nolan breathed in through his nose before answering. “It was bad.”

Lucy turned around in Tim’s arms. “How bad?”

“Like ‘I’m-surprised-she-survived’ bad.” Celina answered, and Lucy closed her eyes, breathing deeply, to stop herself from crying again.

“Thank you for being here with her.” Tim said, and the duo nodded.

“Of course. She’s family. There’s no other place we’d be.”

A moment later, Grace came back out through the doors, and walked up to them. “She’s still asleep, but should be awake within the hour.”

“Can we see her?” Tim asked, and Grace nodded immediately.

“Of course, follow me.”

Lucy followed Grace immediately, and Tim followed after nodding at Nolan in thanks. Tim grasped Lucy’s hand as Grace led them through the hallways towards Tamara’s room. “She’s in here. I’ll give you some time.” Grace said, and walked away once Lucy nodded.

Tim squeezed Lucy’s hands, and after a collective deep breath, they entered her room.

“Oh god,” Lucy whispered once she laid her eyes on Tamara. Tamara was laying in the bed, a cannula under her nose, heart rate monitor on her finger, and other various wires in her body, along with an IV with what Lucy assumed was pain medication. Lucy wasted no time in going to her side, and Tim wasn’t far behind, moving around her to stand at Tamara’s head, brushing her hair back and pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Lucy grabbed onto her hand, and pulled up a chair. She pressed Tamara’s hand to her cheek and just gazed at her, a million thoughts running through her head. Tim came up beside her, and rested his hand on the back of her neck.

“What’s on your mind?” Tim asked. “And don’t try and lie to me, Lucille.”

Lucy rolled her eyes at his use of her full name. “Don’t call me Lucille.” She snapped, but sighed, and explained. “I was mad at her earlier. I was mad at her, and she was probably terrified. We could have lost her today, and all I cared about at the time was that she was missing school.”

“Luce-“

“I was mad at her over something so stupid, for no reason, too. So what she skipped class? She works so hard she should be allowed to rebel a little bit. I should have realized that it wasn’t like her to not respond to me. I should have driven her to school today, I should have let her stay home-“ Lucy rambled, more tears falling from her eyes.

“Lucy-“

“She didn’t deserve this. She worked so hard to buy this car, and now all her hard work is gone. Her car is totalled, and she’s going to be crushed. She deserves to have a car, to have a safe space with her at school after not having that for so long-“

“Lucy.” Tim said, finally catching her attention. “Baby, you’re rambling, and none if it really makes sense.”

“Sorry.”

“No, no don’t apologize, but you do need to calm down. That’s what she needs right now. She needs her mama to be the cool and collected one, right now, at least. We don’t want her feeling guilty for crashing her car, or her thinking that we’re mad that we had to leave work. She just needs us to show her that we’re here for her, and show her how much we love her.” He said, and Lucy nodded.

“Okay, yeah, you’re right.” She said, and looked up at the ceiling, taking a deep, calming breath.

“And about the car, we can just get her a new one.” He said, and Lucy looked at him like he had 10 heads.

“What?” Lucy exclaimed. “How?”

“With the money I got from selling my father’s house.” He said, shrugging as he did.

“You mean the money that you were saving to buy yourself a new car?” Lucy asked.

“Yeah.” He said. Lucy shook her head in disbelief at him. “Look, Luce.” He explained. “The car I wanted was just that, a want. But Tamara just lost her car. The car that takes her to school and back every day, the car that she worked so hard to buy. She needs a car, and I’m willing to use the money to buy her something that she needs instead of something that I wanted.”

“So you’re not gonna be sad every time you see a Tesla, and you’re not going to be singing “That Should Be Me” in your head?” Lucy joked, and Tim rolled his eyes, before grasping Lucy’s chin in his hand, and leaning in.

“You think you’re funny, don’t you?”

Lucy hummed. “Yeah, I do. I’m hilarious.”

Tim and Lucy shared a laugh, and had just started to lean in when Tamara began to move, and make noises. They immediately pulled apart; Tim shot up from his seat and resumed his place by her forehead, rubbing his thumb across her soft skin, while Lucy held on tighter to her hand, and shifted from the chair to the bed beside her leg.

“Mmmm-mm,” Tamara whimpered, and opened her eyes, blinking at the harsh light.

“I’ll go get the doctor, okay, T?” Tim whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead again, before heading out of the room in search of Grace. She nodded, squeezing her eyes closed. She opened her mouth again and attempted to talk again.

“M-ma-“ Tamara said, and Lucy furrowed her brows, confused on what Tamara was trying to say.

“Take your time, baby,” Lucy encouraged, leaning closer.

Tamara’s face crumpled up slightly, and she was finally able to speak, as tears began to stream down her face. “M-mama,” she whisper-cried, and Lucy immediately helped her sit up, and wrapped her up in her arms, a warm feeling spreading through her chest after hearing her call her Mama for the first time. She knew Tamara probably didn’t know what exactly she was saying, but it meant that she saw her as her mom. And Lucy also knew that she needed to lean into it, to show her that she accepts her as her daughter, and that she loves her.

“I’ve got you, baby.” Lucy whispered into her ear. “You’re okay, Mama’s got you.”

“W-where’s D-Dad?” Tamara said, and Lucy smiled, hearing the name, knowing Tim would cry.

“He went to go get Grace,” She explained. “Dr. Grace is just going to make sure that you’re okay, and then as soon as we are able to, me and Dad are going to bring you home, okay?”

Tamara nodded, burrowing her head into Lucy’s neck. Lucy adjusted her position, laying back on the bed, and helping Tamara lay down, resting her head on her chest. Lucy started to play with her hair as Tim walked back in.

“She’s on her way, she got pulled into another surgery, but she said to press the nurse’s station button if anything is wrong.” He said, walking over to the side of the bed, and taking up refuge in Lucy’s previous spot on the bed. He took Tamara’s hand, and rubbed his thumb back and forth. “How are you doing, T?” He asked.

“‘m sorry, Daddy,” Tamara whimpered as she started to cry. Lucy hushed her quietly, her hand traveling down to rub her back. “I crashed the car. I didn’t mean to, I swear-“

Tim leaned forward. “It’s okay, bubba. I’m not mad, neither is Mom. It was just a car.” He soothed.

Lucy smiled, seeing tears in Tim’s eyes. She knew that it was a mixture of being thankful that Tamara was okay, and extreme happiness that Tamara called him dad.

“A car can be replaced.” Lucy explained. “You, however, cannot be replaced.”

“Yeah, bubba.” Tim said, pressing a kiss to her hand. “There’s no replacing our daughter, you know that right?”

“D-Daughter?” Tamara stuttered, and both Tim and Lucy nodded.

“Of course you are. You are so important to us, T. And we want you to know this because we know your birthday is coming up, and that you’re stressed about having to move out, and we want you to know that we want you to stay. Especially after today, we want you where we know you’re going to be safe.” Tim explained.

“You’re our girl,” Lucy said, kissing Tamara’s head. “You’re with us forever, okay?”

“Even when I annoy you?” Tamara asked, a small smile on her face.

Tim laughed. “Especially then.”

#tamara collins #tim bradford #lucy chen #tim bradford x lucy chen #chenford fanfiction #chenford #the rookie #the rookie fanfiction

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loslentesdepedrito · 7 months

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Top right gif by: @palioom, bottom left gif by: @pedrorascal

The picture above is not an indication of the reader’s appearance. I just thought it perfectly illustrated a position they perform.

Pairing: Javier Peña x Spanish-speaking f!reader AND Tim Rockford x Spanish-speaking f!reader (Spanish translations are provided. The only characteristics described for the reader are her shorter height compared to Javi and Tim, with Tim being 6'3", and her hair that can be pulled.)

Word count: 12.7k+

Summary: When you discover your boyfriend has been cheating on you, your first instinct is to call your best friends and co-workers, Javi and Tim. They rush to your house to offer their support. As you talk through your feelings and emotions, you eventually propose the idea of a threesome to them, and you tell them you want to record everything. (Inspired by ‘4k’ by El Alfa)

Rating: 18+ Explicit content (MDNI)

Warnings: Cheating (from unnamed character), SMUT: MMF threesome (no mlm), alcohol is consumed before sex, filming sexual acts, revenge sex I guess?, use of the word cunt referring to anatomy, oral (female and male receiving), deepthroating, hand job, dirty talk, unprotected PIV sex, use of a plug, anal play, anal sex, Javi and Tim get a little competitive, cream pies, Tim’s glasses, and shoulder holster stay ON (Please let me know if I forgot anything!)

The cozy living room bathed in the soft, comforting glow of natural light filtering through billowing white and blue curtains. Nestled upon the plush expanse of your pristine sofa, you clutched a half-empty wine glass with your freshly painted nails, a shade similar to the inside of a cherry. Your eyes occasionally wandered to the promise of a future celebration: a chilled bottle of Moët champagne perched on the minibar just behind you.

As your fingers delicately unlocked your phone, the gentle chime of a notification filled the air, and you released a heavy sigh, brushing the message aside without a second thought. It was yet another text from your soon-to-be-ex, an unwelcome reminder of the painful betrayal that had shaken your world. Anger now surged within you, overpowering the initial heartbreak.

You decided to text your two closest friends, Javi and Tim, on your group chat, feeling an overwhelming need for support:

'Come over, please.'

Once you saw their immediate reply, you were able to relax.

'Do you need anything?'

'Voy (going)'

You sent a thumbs-up emoji to Javi and then replied to Tim, 'Nothing from the store, Tim. Just the both of you.'

As you waited for their arrival, time seemed to stretch endlessly. The only sounds breaking the silence in the room were the gentle ticking of the wall clock and the faint clinking of your wine glass as you took a few slow sips.

The future conversation weighed on your mind as you considered how to confront your boyfriend about his infidelity. It was the moment you had dreaded since finding out, but it had finally arrived. You were determined in your decision—to end the relationship and cut ties with him forever—but the words and the anticipation of his reaction were giving you doubts.

Yet, even as anxiety gnawed at your thoughts, there was a parallel feeling of relief. You knew that, with Tim and Javi by your side, you had a support system. They would not only offer advice but also a sense of security. You knew that if anything were to go wrong, they would be there to protect you, both emotionally and, if need be, physically.

Soon, the sound of cars pulling into your driveway filtered through the curtains, and you knew the guys had arrived. A mixture of nervousness and excitement coursed through your veins as you made your way to the door.

Tim rang the doorbell politely while Javi pounded on the door impatiently. You swung the door open, revealing your tear-stained face, and their expressions shifted from curiosity to concern.

Javier cut right to the chase. "Why were you crying?" he asked, his eyes narrowing in on you as he stepped inside.

You hesitated for a fleeting moment, then replied, "Oh, it's nothing. Come in," urging them to enter before gently closing the door after Tim.

The three of you stood in the entryway, an unspoken tension lingering in the air. Their concerned gazes remained locked onto you as if trying to read your soul.

"What do you mean, 'it's nothing'? You were clearly crying," Tim pushed his glasses up, his voice filled with worry.

"I'm fine," you downplayed, turning around and walking away, attempting to deflect their concern. "Do you want some Moët?" You gestured toward the ice-filled bucket on the meticulously arranged mini bar.

"What are we celebrating?" Javi asked, following you into the living room.

"I'm breaking up with him," you declared, your back still turned to them.

"Finally!" Javier exclaimed, his relief evident in his tone.

Tim elbowed him somewhat gently. "Don't you have manners?" he scolded Javi.

You turned around to face them, your eyes revealing the truth. "Is that why I've been crying?" Tim asked softly, his concern etched across his features.

With a nod, you confirmed, "I found out he's been cheating on me. But my doctor called me today to say all my tests came back clean, so yay."

Javi, realizing the gravity of the situation, took a step closer to you, his earlier exuberance now replaced by understanding. "I'm so sorry you had to go through all of this." He said, his tone sincere.

Tim nodded in agreement. "We're here for you," he reassured you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

His touch sent a shiver down your spine, igniting something deep within you that you had long suppressed. Unbidden, a rush of attraction surged through your veins, and you couldn't help but feel intensely drawn to him. As his fingertips continued to rub small, soothing circles against your skin, a wave of desire coursed through you, starting as a tingling warmth at the point of contact and gradually spreading like wildfire. Your heart quickened its pace, and you felt a growing heat pooling in your abdomen.

Stop! you scolded yourself internally, your inner voice trying to quell the sudden surge of desire. He just touched your shoulder. Calm down.

Clearing your throat, you gently release yourself from Tim's touch and move to sit on the couch, whispering, "Thank you," your voice still trembling with emotion. “Sorry. It's just- it's embarrassing to be cheated on. I should've known. I’m a detective, for God’s sake," you admitted with a touch of self-blame.

Tim and Javi followed you to the couch, sandwiching you between them.

Tim's tone carried an edge of frustration as he interrupted firmly, "You’re a detective, not a goddamn fortune teller."

"No tiene por que darte vergüenza. It's that asshole's fault. Not yours. He should be ashamed. Not you," Javier declared, his anger aimed squarely at your unfaithful boyfriend for causing you such pain and self-doubt.

You let out a deep breath, feeling a weight lift from your shoulders. "You're both right." You lightened the heavy atmosphere with a dry chuckle. "At least he didn't give me an STD. That's the last thing I need."

"That's what we're drinking to. No STDs and no more deadweight," you declared, starting to rise from the sofa when Tim's commanding tone stopped you. "Sit. I'll open the champagne," he insisted, while Javi remained steadfastly by your side on the couch.

You tried, though mostly failed, to ignore the way Tim's tone made your stomach churn. You settled back into your seat, semi-aware that your expression might have appeared somewhat befuddled at that moment.

Tim walked over to the mini bar, taking your wine glass, and you could hear the crinkling sound as he carefully removed the foil wrapper and wire cage.

Javi's voice broke through your fantasy, pulling you back to the present. "How are you breaking up with him?"

Then, the room was filled with the distinct, satisfying sound of the champagne cork being expertly popped open by Tim. The soft, rhythmic clinking of glass followed as he poured the effervescent liquid into the flutes.

"That's what I was hoping you two would help me with," you admitted, your gaze shifting between Tim and Javi.

Tim comes back, and with his massive hands, he manages to bring three glasses. Your mind goes back to picturing sinful images, and you mutter out a quiet thanks before bringing the flute to your lips trying to drown the alcohol and your feelings.

Unbeknownst to you, Javi and Tim’s attention lingered on your plump lips as they caressed the rim of the glass.

You sipped the bubbly liquid and said, "I want it to be clear but not hurtful. I don't want to stoop to his level.”

Tim leaned forward, "What if you send him a text?" he suggested. "That way you can be direct and done with him pretty quick."

Javi wanted to oppose this idea. He leaned in as well, his voice filled with righteous indignation. "Or," he interjected, "you could make that cheating douchebag boyfriend of yours eat his heart out."

Tim objected with a shake of his head. "No," he said firmly, "let's not give him the satisfaction of knowing he got to you. A simple, straightforward text will suffice."

You chewed on your lips, deep in thought. After a moment, you looked up and spoke, "You know what," you said while rubbing your thighs, "Tim's right. I just want to be done with him already."

"It's the sensible choice," Tim said with a reassuring smile.

Javi was like a devil on your shoulder, his voice dripping with righteous indignation. "Are you sure about this, cariño?" he questioned, clearly still convinced that your cheating boyfriend deserved to feel the full weight of his actions.

"I am. It’ll be quick and easy," you replied firmly as you grabbed your phone. "What do I say?"

"Start with something like, 'We need to talk.'"

You nodded, appreciating Tim's calm and practical approach. Your fingers danced across the screen as you followed his lead. "Okay," you replied, "I've written that. What's next?"

“I know about your infidelity,” Javi proposed.

You didn't hesitate to incorporate his words into the message. "Done," you declared.

As you waited for Tim's next suggestion, Javi couldn't resist chiming in. "Tell him it's over because you deserve better," he urged. "Make him realize what he's lost, and let him feel it."

You considered his input and began incorporating it into the message. "All right," you said, "I've added that part. ¿Y ahora? (Now?)"

“'I don’t tolerate cheating, and I can't continue this relationship. It's over.’” Tim suggested and you typed. The room fell into an uneasy silence as you continued to type, longer and more furiously than before.

Javi and Tim exchanged a confused glance, their concern growing with each passing second, wondering why you were taking so long to send the message.

“How does this sound, 'We need to talk. I know about your infidelity. It’s over because I deserve better. I deserve someone who will be faithful and will respect me. I don’t tolerate cheating, and I can't continue this relationship. It's over. Do me a favor, and never contact me again.'”

They started nodding in agreement before you continued with an emotional outburst, “Malparido, I gave you my heart, and you stomped all over it. Te odio y espero que te vayas al infierno y que te pudras por mentiroso y traicionero, maldito animal rastrero. ("Bastard, I gave you my heart, and you stomped all over it. I hate you and I hope you go to hell and rot for being a liar and a traitor, you fucking creeping animal.)”

They were a bit shocked at the intensity of your words, and although Tim wasn't fluent in Spanish, judging by the words he did understand and your tone, he knew you had torn into your boyfriend.

Javier couldn't contain his laughter, and it echoed through the living room. After catching his breath, he said, “Okay, now you're just writing the entirety of 'Rata de Dos Patas.' But honestly, he deserves worse.”

You sighed in frustration. "Ugh! This isn't working," you admitted. "I don't think a text will be enough to keep him away. ¡'Tá bien hueco para comprender que nunca lo quiero ver! (He’s so dumb to comprehend I’d never want to see him again!)"

"Alright, I'm going to throw this out there," Tim proposed, "what if you call him and then dump him? He doesn't deserve a face-to-face anyway."

"No! You're thinking inside the box, Rockford," Javi interjected. "She needs to make him regret betraying her."

Curious and open to ideas, you turned to Javi. "Like what?" you asked, wondering what he had in mind.

Javi paused, deep in thought. "Mmm… I don't know," he admitted.

"¡Ay! ¿Entonces? (Ugh! So?)"

"Ya, (Enough)" he calmed you down. "I just need some more alcohol, and then I will design you a step-by-step plan."

Tim rose from his seat, his towering figure casting a protective shadow over the room. "I'll get the bottle," he offered.

Javi nodded in agreement, his mind already racing with ideas to help you exact the perfect revenge on your unfaithful ex-boyfriend. "And I'll get my thinking cap on," he added with a mischievous glint in his eye.

As soon as the words left Javier’s mouth, Tim returned with the bottle of champagne. He poured more bubbly into your glasses, and you all raised a toast.

"To new beginnings and leaving the past behind," Tim said, clinking his glass against yours and Javi's.

“That y que se chingue su puta madre ese pendejo,” Javi said, taking a hearty sip of champagne.

“Uh… ditto to what you said,” Tim replied a bit unsure, causing you to chuckle.

You offered a translation, "He said, 'And may that dumbass screw his fucking mother.' Uh… it makes more sense in Spanish. Haven't you been around us long enough to catch onto what we say?"

“I ignore him,” Tim pointed at Javi, “most of the time if I’m being honest,” he admitted with a grin.

Your laughter filled the room, and it was contagious, with even Javi unable to resist joining in. As your laughter rang out, both Javi and Tim couldn't help but feel their pulses quicken. It wasn't the champagne that was making their hearts race; it was the deep feelings they held for you that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long.

Among the shared laughter, your mind wandered involuntarily to your ex and the painful memories he had left behind. Anger and resentment welled up within you, reigniting your determination to make him get a taste of his own medicine.

"Remember what I said about not stooping to his level? Fuck that. I want him to hurt just like I did," you declared, your tone determined.

"That's my girl!" Javi exclaimed happily, his words bringing a warm rush to your chest.

Tim, sitting beside you, crossed his arms on the sofa, his curiosity evident in his low, measured tone. "What are you thinking of?" he asked.

Javier responds for you, “Nothing illegal, ‘cus, duh!” He referred to all of you working for law enforcement.

“What if you go on a date with someone and upload the picture to Facebook?” Tim proposed.

You took a big sip of your drink, contemplating the suggestion.

“It’s 2020, old man. Not many people use Facebook now.” Javi teased.

“¡Ey, dejá de hablarle así! (Hey, stop talking to him like that!)” You said, smacking Javier’s arm lightly, a small scowl on your face as you defended Tim.

“But, you know what? I think that’ll work,” you said, a sly grin spreading across your face. “Fuckin' asshole was projecting. It’s sick that he thought I was cheating on him with you guys,” you added, laughing as the Moët began to affect you ever so slightly.

“Why would he think that?” Tim asked, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“Um,” you hesitated for a moment, then leaned in closer, your voice dropping to a whisper. “He got it out of me that I found both of you attractive.”

Javier's eyes widened with realization, and a cocky grin crept onto his face. "Ah, I knew it."

You felt your cheeks heat up and stammered, "You knew?" Mortification washed over you at the thought.

"I'd be a horrible cop to not notice your stares," Javi explained with a teasing glint in his eye, trying to ease your embarrassment.

While Javi was well aware of your unspoken attraction, Tim remained oblivious to your feelings. It wasn't because Tim was a bad detective; quite the opposite, he was an excellent one. He had occasionally caught your eyes lingering on him, on his shoulders, on his hands, even on his mouth. However, he had convinced himself that you saw him only as a friend and colleague, never imagining that you might reciprocate the feelings he had for you.

Tim felt like a schoolboy, and despite his attempts to prevent it, a flush of red crept up his cheeks.

You didn’t notice, but Javi did. He started brainstorming.

"You want revenge?" Javier asked, implying he had an idea in mind.

You said yes.

"What if you use us?" Javier's husky voice suggested, his dark eyes smoldering with desire as he gazed at you, a hint of a seductive smile playing on his lips.

You nodded, your desire for revenge on your ex simmering beneath the surface, but what you truly craved at that moment was the touch of Javi and Tim, the electrifying connection that had been building for far too long.

Tim, his usual composed demeanor slipping away, gently placed his champagne glass on the coffee table. His strong, calloused hand cupped your chin, tilting your face upwards with a tenderness that spoke volumes. As he leaned in, your heart raced in anticipation. Leaning closer, he brushed his lips against yours in a kiss that was both tender and electric. Your heart danced a frenetic waltz in your chest, and you felt the fiery spark of longing ignite within you. The kiss deepened, and you couldn't help but respond with hunger you hadn't realized you'd been holding back. A moan escaped your lips as you deepened the kiss. Tim seemed surprised by your sudden change of demeanor. He pulled back from you after only a few moments, leaving the two of you panting. His face flushed pink as he stared down at you, his dark black eyes wide with shock.

Before he could utter a word, Javier interrupted as he leaned over your shoulder and put his lips right next to your ear. "Are you sure?" he whispered in your ear, his breath hot on your skin. You shivered and whined, "Mhm" in response. Javier chuckled lightly, and he kissed your neck, trailing kisses from your ear to the top of your collarbone.

"Are you sure?" Tim asked again, his brows furrowing in concern.

Javi added, "Yeah, you've been drinking—"

"No!" you cut them off firmly. "I promise I'm not intoxicated. I didn't finish the wine; I only had like two ounces, and the Moët isn't clouding my thoughts. I want to do this."

Javi exchanged a glance with Tim, both of them still worried but taking your word. Javi spoke softly, "We just need to be sure you're completely comfortable with this, that's all."

You appreciated their concern and offered a reassuring smile. "I want this, I really do."

As you spoke, you couldn't help but wonder, "Are you both sure too?"

Javier and Tim exchanged glances again, silently communicating their agreement. Then, Javi nodded and spoke for both of them, "We're sure, mi amor (my love). This is something we've all thought about for a long time, and we want it just as much as you do."

After the words left Javi’s mouth, he lowered his head back to the crook of your neck. The warmth of his tongue and teeth caused goosebumps to erupt on your skin. You sighed softly as you closed your eyes, enjoying the feel of his warm lips against your skin, his body close to yours. Javier's breath tickled the sensitive spot behind your ear, causing it to tingle more, sending waves of pleasure through you.

When you opened your eyes, Tim's gaze bore into you, his dark, intense eyes filled with a myriad of emotions. Desire, longing, and a hint of uncertainty danced in the depths of his soulful black irises, while his pupils dilated, betraying the intensity of his feelings. His breath, warm and tinged with anticipation, brushed against your lips as he hovered inches away from your face. You could practically taste the sweetness of the champagne that lingered on his lips, and the air between you crackled with electric tension.

Sensing Tim's uncertainty about his place in this newfound dynamic, you gently stroked his cheek with your fingertips, reassuring him that you wanted him just as much. With that unspoken permission, you kissed him again, deeper than before. When he finally pulled away, you were breathless, almost dizzy from how much you wanted him. A feeling akin to euphoria pulsed through you, making your pulse race even faster.

You felt Javi's hands make their way to your jeans, tugging at the zipper. He slipped his fingers under the fabric of your pants and traced the outline of your underwear with his fingertip before running them slowly across the inside of your thighs. The movement sent a bolt of arousal straight to your core, and you groaned, arching into Javi's touch. You heard Javier chuckle at the sound of your reaction, and you felt his fingers slide underneath your panties and skim over the soft flesh of your inner thigh. You moaned at the feeling of his cool fingers on your heated skin. When his digits reached your opening, you gasped in surprise, a gasp turned into an involuntary whimper as he went up and teased your clit. Javi rubbed small circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves, causing a tingling sensation to spread from your center.

"Don't stop," you pleaded.

Tim sat on the sofa, observing in silence as he heard you whisper, "Please don't stop."

Javier smirked at you and pressed a kiss against your temple. Then, without any further preamble, he began to push a finger into your entrance, teasing your wetness, making you gasp and grip onto Javi's biceps. Javier's finger slid into you easily, and he began to pump slowly, adding another digit when you started to squirm.

Tim leaned forward and reached for the hem of your shirt. "Sweetheart, I can hear your heart racing. Do you want to stop? We can pause if you like."

You shook your head fervently, a desperate plea in your eyes as you tried to convey to Tim that this wasn't about stopping. You needed him, and the only words you were capable of forming, once again, were, "Don't-" but you were abruptly interrupted, a soft gasp escaping your lips as Javi's skilled hands continued to work their magic on your pussy. "Don't stop. Please, you managed to utter amidst the waves of pleasure coursing through you.

He pulled your shirt up over your head and threw it to the ground somewhere near the door. His eyes were glued to your bra, licking his lips hungrily, drinking in every detail, committing every inch of you to memory. You moaned softly when he trailed a single finger along your collarbone before continuing downwards, touching your nipples through your bra, pinching them softly, eliciting a pleasured gasp from your lips. The pressure was enough to send waves of pleasure coursing through you, and you writhed against him, pressing your lips together so that you wouldn't let out another moan.

Suddenly, a lightbulb went off in your head, and you exclaimed, "Wait!"

Both men immediately pulled back, their faces filled with concern as they simultaneously asked, "What's wrong?" Tim voiced his worry in front of you, while Javi's concern came from behind.

"Nothing! It's just..." you began, briefly second-guessing your idea but deciding to voice it anyway, "Would you guys be okay with um recording ourselves?"

Javi and Tim's mouths parted slightly, their eyes widening in surprise.

"I want to film us having sex," you admitted, your voice tinged with excitement. "It won't ever get released, I promise. It will only be for the three of us."

Tim's cock twitched at your proposal. He couldn't believe that he would be able to relive the day over and over.

He would be able to reexperience the feeling of being inside you, kissing you, tasting you, caressing you... and, above all else, he would be able to see you come undone beneath him. His cock hardened at the thought of that.

"Of course," Javi groaned, nodding vigorously. "I'm game, babygirl."

You glanced towards Tim, a slight smirk gracing your lips. You knew he was just as excited as you were.

Tim leaned forward and pulled you into a passionate kiss. His tongue plunged into your mouth, and his fingers found themselves buried in your hair. You moaned softly and ran your hands up and down his muscular torso.

"Save it for the camera, guys," Javi teased, and you pulled away, feeling a bit flustered. He reached for his phone, but you gently wrapped your fingers around his wrist, guiding his hand back down to the sofa.

"No," you said firmly, your voice laced with desire. "I don't want to use your phone. It's low quality."

Javi gave you an amused look but didn't argue as he placed his phone next to him on the coffee table.

Tim looked at you, curiosity and desire still swirling in his eyes. "What do you want to use to film it?" he asked, his voice husky.

You glanced between the two of them, a mischievous smile playing on your lips. "Tim," you began, "your camcorder films at 4k, right?"

Tim's eyes widened as he realized where you were going with this. "Yeah," he replied, a slow grin spreading across his face. "It does. It shoots in 4K, and it has a built-in mic, so it's pretty good."

"Remember you left it here after using it for bird watching, and you haven't taken it home," you add.

"Fucking hillbilly," Javier muttered under his breath, shaking his head at Tim's hobby of birdwatching.

"Where's the camera?" Tim asked, urgency evident in his voice.

Conveniently, it was in the nearest closet. "In the closet," you replied.

Javi raced to search for it. After a moment, he found the huge box, and when he opened it, he saw the camera and tripod. Javier had never been more grateful for Tim's penchant for birdwatching.

An impatient Javier quickly started setting up the tripod and the camcorder. He unfolded the legs with dexterity but soon looked confused as to how to turn on the camcorder. He muttered to himself while pressing buttons with impatience.

Meanwhile, Tim was preoccupied with gently caressing your thighs, his fingers slowly snaking their way to the inside of your jeans. Before he could do so, he heard Javi's struggles.

"Having trouble there, Peña?" Tim asked, an amused grin tugging at the corner of his lips. "I thought you were the tech-savvy one, didn't you just make fun of me for still being on Facebook?"

Javier shot him a mock glare before admitting, "Okay, fine. I need your help, old man."

Tim chuckled and got up from the couch, walking over to the camera. He expertly turned it on and began to set it up while playfully retorting, "Old man?" he clicked his tongue, "At least I know how to work this thing."

As Tim powered on the camcorder and adjusted the settings, Javi couldn't help but make a jab at Tim. "Well, at least I don't need reading glasses yet, old man."

You defended Tim, saying, "Ay, Javi, apenas y puedes manejar por estar medio ciego. (Javi, you can barely drive because you're half blind.)"

"Por qué siempre lo defiendes a él y a mí no? (Why do you always defend him and not me?)" Javier asked.

"Stop pouting. El día que él te haga lo mismo... (The day he does the same to you…)"

Javi smiled, thinking you were going to say that the day Tim did the same thing to him, you would defend him.

But you continued, "Ahí veré, abusivo. (I’ll see, bully)"

His smile vanished as you said you'd see what to do instead of immediately defending him. "Watch it, or I won't put out," he threatened.

"Yes, you will," Tim and you answered in sync.

Javi rolled his eyes, knowing there was no way he would leave now, and focused on attaching the camcorder to the tripod.

Tim used you as the focal point to fine-tune the camera's view. Your heart raced as he adjusted the zoom and settings, and you couldn't help but feel a heady mix of excitement and anticipation.

You sat on the couch feeling the excitement building in the room. As Tim was adjusting the lens, he couldn't help but murmur, "You're going to look incredible on film, sweetheart."

A smile crossed your lips, and you said nothing. The image of yourself on the screen captured by one of Tim's cameras, naked and writhing beneath him, was intoxicating.

Once everything was set up and adjusted, Tim and Javi walked back to the couch, their eyes still filled with a mixture of desire and anticipation.

Your heart beat wildly in your chest as you watched them approach. They sat down on either side of you, and you smiled shyly as they leaned in closer to you.

With a firm but gentle grip, Javi's strong hands settled on your hips. Slowly, he guided your body, turning you to the left to face him directly. As your eyes locked onto him, you saw nothing but adoration, a burning intensity that set your heart ablaze. Without a moment's hesitation, he closed the distance, his lips crashing into yours with an ardent hunger, igniting a passionate flame that consumed both of you.

The kiss was so intense that it swept you off your feet, quite literally. You found yourself transitioning from sitting on the couch to kneeling on it, your mouth still passionately connected to Javi's. In the process, your body pressed firmly against him, inadvertently presenting your behind to Tim, causing him to groan.

With desire pooling in his eyes, Tim gently hooked his thumbs on your pants and sensually helped you remove them. As your pants slid down, both he and the camera captured a perfect, tantalizing view of your plump ass.

His lips, warm and hungry, peppered a trail of soft kisses along your spine, igniting a trail of fervent desire, while his hand glided sensually from the curve of your spine down to the delicate fabric of your panties. You gasped into Javi's mouth when Tim began to massage you through your panties.

"Mmm..." you breathed, your knees shaking, "please, please."

Tim smiled devilishly as he pushed inside your panties. His fingers landing on your clit, rubbing it gently, creating a pleasant friction. "Tell me what you need," he rasped huskily.

You nodded eagerly, biting your lip in order to prevent a moan from passing through your lips. "Please. Don't stop," you whispered, barely managing to form the words between panting breaths.

Javi smiled, his gaze never breaking contact with yours. "How do you want us baby?”

“Every way,” you wine, and you were answered by a deep moan from Tim, followed by a soft groan from Javi. Tim took his time to tease you, and your breathing grew faster and heavier when you felt one of Tim's fingers slip in. “Ahh... fuck!” you gasped.

Javier smirked at your reaction. "That sounds like it feels good, doesn't it?" he cooed, his hand moving from your face to your hips.

"Yes...” you said weakly. You could feel the slickness coating your pussy, which made you whimper. "I need m-more...”

"You take the lead," Javi whispered with a husky intensity that sent shivers down your spine.

"We'll do anything for you," Tim added, his voice low and full of desire.

Your voice, soft but brimming with confidence, caressed the words, "Okay. Then... I want to be against the wall."

With a collective, synchronized movement, Javier and Tim rose from the sofa, their towering figures looking at you still kneeling. Their hands, warm and possessive, found yours. Slowly, they guided you off the couch, their touch igniting sparks of hunger that danced across your skin.

As your feet touched the floor, you stood before them, your heart pounding in your chest. It was as if time had frozen, and you all took a moment to savor the intensity of the moment.

Their eyes, dark and filled with desire, drank you in from head to toe, tracing every curve and contour of your body with an insatiable hunger. The room's dim light accentuates the contours of your form, their gazes locked onto your every inch.

You stood before them, adorned in a deep silk-red bra that seemed to be woven from the finest threads of desire itself. The upper half of the cups imitated the color of your skin tone, a beautiful contrast to the passionate red that adorned the rest of the fabric. Intricate black lace gracefully adorned over half of each bra cup, its stunning floral patterns tracing a sensual contour along the swell of your breasts. The lace's trimmings extended gently, their featherlight caress brushing your bare skin.

A silk black bow sat at the center gore of your bra, its satin finish glistening in the light of the room. Dangling from the bow, a single pearl danced with every subtle movement.

Your matching panties were an exquisite set. They mirrored the color of your bra, the silk material illuminating in the seductive lighting in the room. The center panel of the panties was a rich, deep red silk with a wet patch indicating the desire that pulsed within you. Its texture is smooth and cool against your heated skin. It felt luxurious and sensual as it grazed over your most intimate places.

The same skin color fabric beneath delicate black lace covered the fabric on either side of the red silk, adding an intricate layer of allure. It felt soft and comfortable against your skin, a gentle caress that heightened the sensations coursing through your body.

As you stood before Javier and Tim, their intense gazes explored every inch of your nearly naked form. Normally, having two sets of eyes roaming your body might make you self-conscious, but those thoughts dissipate. You sensed the hunger in their looks, yet more than that, you could feel the depth of their love for you. It was a moment of absolute vulnerability, yet it filled you with a profound sense of empowerment. You knew they desired you, body and soul, and it sent a shiver of pleasure coursing through you.

"Jesus Christ. You're killing me, bebecita (baby girl)." Javi's hushed voice echoed throughout the room as he slowly stepped closer.

As soon as your fingers touched each other, a spark ignited, and a fiery explosion erupted between your two lovers. Each of them gripped onto your wrists, leading you to the wall.

As soon as your fingers touched each other, a spark ignited, and a fiery explosion erupted. Each of them gripped onto your wrists, leading you to the wall.

Javier positioned himself with his back against the wall, his muscular and broad frame making a striking silhouette. He leaned in to place a tender kiss on your lips, igniting a spark of anticipation that coursed through your body. Gently, he turned you around, his strong arms circling your hips as he lifted you, cradling you against his broad-clothed chest.

With a firm grip, he guided your legs apart, inviting Tim into the intimate embrace.

Tim, fully clothed too, knelt before you. His gaze, framed by the black-rimmed glasses, locked onto yours with a mixture of desire and affection, his dark eyes mirroring the passion that burned within him.

Javi's hand, resting gently on your stomach, ensured your stability as Tim tenderly spread your legs open.

Tim's fingertips danced along the curvature of your inner thigh, igniting a symphony of sensations that made you exhale sharply. He left a trail of fire in his wake with each caress, coaxing your eyes to close as you submitted to the breathtaking intensity of his touch.

As his skillful fingers ventured higher, you could feel your heartbeat quicken in anticipation.

Finally, with a skillful maneuver, Tim removed your panties, revealing your most intimate desires to him. As the delicate fabric slipped away, a rush of desire washed over him, and his eyes locked onto your bare pussy. His gaze was filled with awe and a hunger that bordered on the primal as if he had unveiled a treasure he had long sought after.

"Fuck," he breathed out, amazed at your glistening sex.

Behind you, Javi's breath hitched audibly as he too saw your now-exposed form.

With a soft breath, Tim lowered his head and inhaled the scent of your sex. He reached out with his fingertips and lightly stroked the soft curls surrounding your sensitive center.

As he drew closer, his face brushed against your delicate skin, the faintest hint of stubble and mustache sending electrifying sparks of sensation through you. The texture of his facial hair against your skin added to your already heightened nerves, making your heart race even faster.

With a gentle touch, Tim's tongue began its sensual exploration. He ran his tongue along your folds, licking and nibbling at your tender folds until you cried out in pleasure. You whimpered softly when he tasted your outer lips, and when his tongue lapped up the moisture that coated your folds, you mewled, but the sound was muffled when Javi smashed his lips against yours.

Tim's tongue ventured further, tracing circles around your pussyhole, the rhythmic motion causing your arousal to flow even more freely. He swirled his warm tongue around the opening as he sucked in air and expelled it rhythmically, filling his nostrils with the enticing scent. When he pushed his tongue inside you, it elicited an even louder moan from you. Your hands fisted his short curls, pulling him closer and closer to you, causing him to moan.

All Tim could think as he was in between your thighs was, she tastes so fucking good. He couldn't believe he had been missing out on your taste for so long.

From his current position, Tim's nose won't come into contact with your clit, and just when you're thinking, I need-oh god! My clit-, Javi uses his free hand to stroke your clit, sending your arousal soaring, and as Tim continued to suck your juices into his mouth, you couldn't take it anymore you started moaning uncontrollably.

In a frenzied moment, your fingers clenched tightly into Tim's hair, his black and white strands slipping between your trembling knuckles. Simultaneously, you reached for Javier's hand, desperate to anchor yourself as you felt yourself tipping over the edge. Your fingers intertwined with his, clutching onto the reassuring warmth of his touch resting on your stomach.

You didn't get a chance to give a warning before your orgasm crashed, only crying out, "Oh my god!" as you came hard all over Tim’s mouth. Cum dripped freely into his mouth as he kept sucking on you, savoring every single drop of your taste.

When you finally calmed down enough to breathe again, you looked down at Tim, whose beard was covered in the remnants of your fluids. With your index finger, you lightly traced the outline of his lips, smiling softly when he said, "God, you taste so good, baby."

"Thank you," you breathed out happily and fell back on Javi's chest.

Tim pressed a tender kiss on your thigh, his lips a soft caress against your heated skin. He carefully lowered your legs from his shoulders, and Javier took hold of them so you wouldn't fall over. Tim rose to his feet and motioned to Javi to pass you over. Javi gently transferred you from his arms to Tim's, cradling you securely.

In your blissful state, you couldn't make out the details of their conversation, but you did catch Tim instructing Javi to carry the camera to the bedroom while he carried you upstairs.

Before you could fully register it, Tim carefully laid you down on your bed. The sensations coursing through your body intensified as he peppered your neck with kisses. You began to regain awareness of your surroundings, just in time to witness Javi entering the room and placing the tripod down.

Javi moved closer, positioning himself beside you, ensuring that he wouldn't obstruct the camcorder's view. He licked his lips in anticipation and felt his hardened cock twitch just watching your breasts rise and fall with your breathing.

Tim delicately toyed with the silk straps of your bra, stroking your skin in the process, his touch sending shivers across your skin. He leaned in, his voice a sensual whisper as he asked, "Can I take this off, baby?"

You stared at him with hooded eyes before nodding, "Please." He slowly undid the clasp at the back of your bra, removing it in one swift motion and dropping it to the floor. Your breasts fell out of the garment, exposing your naked body to the men staring at you hungrily.

Javi emitted a low, appreciative groan, his eyes devouring every inch of your exposed skin. "Dios mío (my god)," he muttered, unable to conceal his awe.

Tim's breath hitched audibly as his gaze locked onto your bare breasts. "You're so beautiful," he murmured in a voice that sounded like he was in pain.

Javi slowly brought his lips to each breast, nipping softly as he sucked a stiff nipple into his mouth.

You were going to moan Javi's name, but as soon as you felt a second mouth on you, your moan turned into "Ja-Ahh!" because Tim couldn't take it anymore, so he leaned forward, his lips finding your other breast and sucking on it, making you cry out.

Both sets of lips were warm and eager as they closed around your sensitive flesh and sucked greedily. "Oh..." you gasped, arching your hips upwards into the air.

Your hands fisted their hair and it only encouraged them to suck more intensely. You felt their teeth scrape and you whimpered loudly and cried out "Tim! Javi!"

I think- ah! I think I can come from this alone.

Not even two seconds later, the two mouths left you with swollen and reddened lips and you were left gasping for air.

Your breasts were sore and heavy, your pussy throbbing painfully. But as quickly as you were able to recover, you sat up, pushing yourself up.

"Holy fuck," you managed to stammer out hoarsely. Your desire-filled eyes shifted between Javi and Tim, lingering on their still-clothed bodies. A mischievous smile played on your lips as you declared, "This isn't fair, you two still have your clothes on."

Javi chuckled, his voice dripping with anticipation. "Entonces, qué estas esperando? (So, what are you waiting for?)"

You wasted no time, taking hold of Javi's white dress shirt collar as you straddled him, although not meeting his hips, making him swallow his laugh. With a teasing glint in your eyes, you reach for the buttons.

As you patiently unbutton the first button, your fingers brush lightly against his chest as you reveal his toned physique. With that first button undone, your lips descended to kiss a sliver of his exposed skin, making Javi shiver below you. The warmth of your mouth against his bare flesh sent jolts of pleasure through him, and he couldn't help but moan softly, "Mmmm."

With each button undone, your lips found the newly exposed tan skin. Your fingers traced the contours of Javi's well-defined pecs, brushing over one of his nipples. At the contact, he gasps and bucks his hips up, seeking yours, making you smile.

Tim watched from the side, his thoughts running wild as he admired the sight. Asshole becomes putty in her hands, but who wouldn't? Just look at her... he mused, his eyes locked on you and Javi.

You throw Javi's shirt on the floor, and you let your fingers glide down his stomach, tracing the trail of dark hair that makes your mouth water. The temptation to fully sit down on Javi's lap and grind against the evident bulge was almost overwhelming, but you restrained yourself.

Instead, you shift your attention to Tim. You climbed off Javi's lap, straddling Tim as you took hold of his black and white striped suit jacket, peeling it halfway down his shoulders. Your eyes widened when you caught sight of something black peeking out beneath his jacket.

A rush of surprise and want coursed through you as you realized it was Tim's black leather gun holster. Your breath hitched at the sight, and Tim immediately noticed the change in your demeanor.

"I didn't get a chance to take it off because I had just gotten home from work, and I'd locked up my gun before you called me," Tim explained, his voice tinged with regret. "Ran out the door in a hurry and didn't take it off."

He raised his hand to remove the holster, but you quickly stopped him, saying, "And I won't take it off right now."

The corner of Tim's lip rose in a small smirk. "Alright then, sweetheart." He kissed your cheek softly.

Javier, with a salacious smirk, said, "Ya sabía que te gustaba nuestros pistoleros. (I knew you liked our holsters)" His eyes danced with amusement as he teased, clearly enjoying your preferences in the bedroom.

You mirror Javi's grin and move over to open your bedside drawer, reaching for a small silk drawstring bag.

You looked at both Javier and Tim, your expression serious as you broached the topic. "I don't want to use condoms tonight. Are you guys okay with that?"

Why the hell does she want to kill me?

I swear I'm not going to last

Tim Nods and says, "I'm clean."

Javier adds, "Yeah, me too. Clean as a whistle."

Unbeknownst to you, they had made a bet on who could stay celibate, and neither of them had broken their pact.

You open the bag, holding two items that had been on your mind. You asked, "Do you guys want to try something a little different?" As you spoke, you took out a bottle of lube and a brand-new red heart jewel plug.

Their eyes widened, mouths practically dropped open, and they both groaned in response.

Javier couldn't resist stroking himself through his pants.

You hand the items to Tim and flip over, showing him your ass.

"Fuck" he hisses as you present yourself to him. He reaches out and gently massages your ass, squeezing it lovingly.

You sigh contentedly as you feel Tim's hot mouth taking possession around the tight ring of your muscle.

You gasp as his tongue slips inside of you, and then you moan, grabbing onto Javi. The feeling of Tim's tongue swirling around you sends tremors shooting through your whole body. You close your eyes and let your head fall back as you whine loudly in satisfaction.

"Ah! Tim Fuck, please." You squirm in pleasure as he licks you with relish. The sound of his tongue raking over your tight hole has you pushing your ass back involuntarily. It feels heavenly.

So good, so good, so good... you chant in your head over and over.

Javi stands there captivated, unable to tear his gaze from devouring your body. He's mesmerized by your every move and motion; his dick throbs watching how you writhe against Tim's skilled tongue.

Slowly, Tim lathers a finger with lube and inserts it inside you.

"Mierda! (Shit!)" you grit as Tim pumps his fingers deeper inside you, prompting a shiver of pleasure.

Javi couldn't resist making a comment about your struggle, "It's only one finger. How are you supposed to take either one of us?" But his tone quickly shifted to one of gentle reassurance as he leaned in, his warm breath creating tingles in your ear. "Relax," he whispered soothingly and kissed you on the cheek.

"I'm sorry." you breathed out, overwhelmed by sensation.

Tim's caring voice joined in, "It's okay, baby, just relax for me."

You do as they say, and he adds another finger.

Oh God... you whimper in your mind. Feels so good. I think I can-ah!! I think I can take them already... Oh my God...

You begin to grind against Tim's fingers back and forth. You wanted it all and needed it all.

Tim pulls out his fingers, causing you to whine. He doesn't leave you empty for long as he coats the plug with lube and inserts it inside you. Immediately, hot pleasure ripples through your body. "That feels amazing," you breathed, your eyelids fluttering closed.

Tim couldn't help himself, a low, appreciative sound escaping from the back of his throat as his eyes fell upon the delicate, red jeweled heart nestled between your plush cheeks. He wanted nothing more than to be buried deep inside you, but instead, he kissed your shoulder blade and got up from the bed.

The unmistakable sound of a belt being unbuckled reached your ears, and you turned just in time to see Tim's frenzied haste as he pulled down his pants. Your gaze was immediately drawn to his prominent outline, still contained in his boxers. He hurriedly removed his striped tie, followed by his shoulder holster, and although disappointment washed over you, you didn't say anything.

With a bit of effort, Tim managed to undo the buttons of his white dress shirt, sliding it off along with his undershirt. Your eyes traced the contours of his chest, his wide shoulders, his muscular arms, and his stomach, which was softer than Javi's but was just as mouthwatering.

As he started to put the shoulder holster back on, a surge of desire clouded your mind. You couldn't resist the urge any longer. Rising to your knees on the bed, you reached for him, gripping the holster, and pulled Tim closer, capturing his lips in a deep, passionate kiss.

His breathing became quick, shallow, and shaky. You parted his lips, and he slid his hot, moist tongue between your lips. You moaned deeply as he wrapped his body around yours.

Tim released his hold on you, and as he did, Javi leaned in to plant a tender kiss on the top of your breast. The combined sensations of their touches make your skin break out in goosebumps.

Javi trails his hand further until he reaches your mound. You gasped out his name as Javi's thumb circled around your clit. Your free hand grabbed onto his wrist, wanting him to continue, but he pulled away.

As Javi gently released you, Tim followed suit, his gaze fixed on you with swollen lips and dilated pupils.

"Lay down, pretty girl," Javier instructed, and Tim shifted from the edge of the bed to stand next to you to make room for you.

With Tim now out of the way, your back hit the soft sheets. As soon as you reclined, Javi parted your legs and knelt between them, his intent clear as he crouched on the floor.

Javi took his sweet time, kissing the inside of your thighs, and you squirm, feeling his mustache tickle your skin.

Slowly, he inched his way toward your center and began to lap at your clit. You moan loudly, and your hips buck upward, trying desperately to get closer to his face. Your entire body felt alive and buzzing with excitement.

You tear your gaze away from Javi, slowly turning your head to the side to look at Tim. His dark eyes lock onto yours.

"You feel good, sweetheart?" he asks, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

Your breath hitches. "Ye-ahh!" you answer, the words spilling out of you as you feel Javi's licks intensify.

"What do you want, darling?"

You don't respond with words. Instead, your hands move with purpose, reaching for the waistband of Tim's underwear. You hook your fingers under the fabric and begin a slow, tantalizing descent, lowering it down his hips.

As you unveil him, his cock springs forth, slapping upright against his stomach.

Your eyes go wide, and a soft gasp escapes your parted lips.

Oh, god, you think, your heart pounding in your chest. The sight before you, standing tall and proud, leaves you breathless.

He was thick, thicker, and longer than you've ever taken. The head, a deep shade of red, glistened with creamy drops that collected at its tip, and his shaft was adorned with prominent veins that ran along its length.

You couldn't resist the urge, so you ran your fingernails lightly down the length of him, savoring the contrast between the smoothness of his skin and the texture of his veins. He's going to feel so good inside me. He hissed in response to your touch, a sound that made you even wetter.

Javi's head lifted from your thighs, chin glistening with your fluids. "Come on, baby girl, why don't you take him into your mouth?" he insisted, his eyes locked onto yours.

Tim was watching intently too. His eyes were dark and hungry as if he was silently urging you to wrap your lips around him.

You eagerly open your mouth, guiding Tim's tip between your lips, and suck the first few inches as you moan at the intoxicating taste of his cum. The essence of his arousal in your mouth, paired with the electrifying touch of Javi's fingers on your slick folds, sent shivers of pleasure coursing through your body.

Javi's voice, tinged with desire, reached your ears, "So wet, baby."

Tim moaned in response to the incredible sensation of your mouth and the delicious vibration. You pulled off him, your voice breathy as you complimented, "You taste good."

Tim responds with a throaty moan, his eyes locked on yours as he gasps, "God, you're incredible."

As your gaze shifts to Javi, who's been teasing you from between your parted thighs, he murmurs seductively, "So do you," before diving back to his sweet task.

You lose composure at their voices for a few seconds and then raise your head to have Tim in your mouth again. The hot, throbbing head of his arousal slides past your lips, and you begin by sucking hard, eliciting a satisfied sigh from him. Then, with a tantalizing slowness, you ease your tongue along the length of his shaft, taking small, deliberate segments between your lips.

"Fuck," he sighs and tilts his head back, lost in the sensations you're causing.

You smile against him feeling proud of yourself, knowing the effect you're having on him.

He was so thick your lips were already stretching around him and you weren't even halfway through. Uhn...I'm going to have to take him into my throat, won't I, you think, your excitement growing at the thought of deepthroating him.

“Good girl,” Tim whispers, his approval igniting a fiery desire within you. Encouraged, you take more of him, not that you needed it because the weight of his dick and the taste of him driving you insane.

Raising yourself up on your elbows, you relaxed your throat to accommodate him. As you took a few more inches, Tim inhaled sharply, his panting and the wet squelching of your cunt filling the room.

Meanwhile, Javi continued to run his tongue around your folds before focusing on your clit, pulling a loud "Ahhh!" from your lips. As he kept sucking, your walls clenched around him, and you could feel his grin against your sensitive skin as he intensified his sucking.

With every sensual lick, flick, and tantalizing bite, Javi increased the pressure on your nub, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through your body. Overwhelmed by the pleasure, you closed your eyes and, with focused on hollowing out your cheeks for Tim.

As you approached the girthiest part of Tim, your jaw had grown sore, and a nervous excitement began to bubble within you.

God, I don't know how I'm supposed to take him anywhere else when I'm already struggling to take him into my mouth, you wondered nervously but more excited than anything.

Javi slid his tongue around the wet spot where you wanted him most. A mewl escaped your lips, unbidden, as your hips arched upward, desperate to get closer to Javi's face.

Simultaneously, Tim pushed himself deeper into your mouth, and the delicious sensation made him emit a deep, happy "Mmm." Every nerve in your body felt alive and buzzing with excitement.

Tim struggled to restrain himself, fighting the urge to thrust his entire dick into your welcoming throat. You saw his struggle, and with fluttering lashes, you wordlessly begged for him to be rough.

His large hand gripped your hair, and he pushed your head further onto his hard cock. You choked momentarily as he brushed against your uvula, causing Tim to become worried. "Shove me away if you need to," he urged his face a mix of pleasure and concern.

You appreciated his consideration but had no intention of stopping. With teary eyes, you relaxed your throat further, allowing more of him to slide in. Above you, Tim watched, chest heaving, his praises and moans spurring you on.

On the floor, Javi's tongue swirled lazily around your opening. You savored the delicious burn of his mustache against your sensitive skin. Slowly and rhythmically, he pushed his tongue deeper, making your body tremble. Then, when you felt Javi's fingers slip into you, his thumb circling your sensitive clit, you whimpered.

As you finally fit the entirety of Tim inside your mouth, he screams out your name. His hips move involuntarily, and he pushes your head further, and your nose tickles the dark, curly hair peppered with hints of white. You continue to suck, and he begins to babble incoherently, lost in the sensations coursing through his body.

The combination of taking all of Tim’s dick into your mouth and your taste makes Javi grind against the bed, desperately seeking friction to relieve the ache he feels.

"Sweetheart, t-that's a-ah... a talented mmm... mouth," Tim pants out.

You want to hear more of the sounds he's making, so you move to caress his heavy balls, gently massaging them. "Oh God... Baby girl..." he groans out, his voice filled with pleasure and desire.

His hips snap into your mouth as he approaches his peak, and he thinks, no can't cum inside her lovely mouth

"Can't cum in your mouth. Uh... I wanna… inside you," he says, voice broken.

Javi, with his two fingers deep inside you and about to add a third, can't resist, "Yeah, cariño, he's too old for that."

Tim shot Javi a narrowed-eyed look but remained adamant in his resolve to last longer. Javi chuckled before returning his attention to your needy core, lavishing it with his tongue, causing your moans to grow louder.

Javi laughs before using his tongue again. His tongue delves deep, exploring every crevice of your velvety walls, making you moan loudly. As the new sensation begins to build within you, your hips instinctively buck.

"Javi, fuck..." you moan.

Tim, his breath uneven and his gaze locked on you, managed to withdraw from your mouth, eliciting an audible pop, and both you and Tim whined at the loss of contact.

“Yes, baby, let go," Javi encouraged. Your release came slowly, agonizingly so. Tim swiftly moved his hands to catch you as you lost your balance, cradling you in his arms. You trembled in Tim's embrace, descending from the heights of your climax. "Fucking delicious," Javi growled, his tongue sweeping over your sensitive cunt to savor every drop.

Suddenly, you remembered that your ex had given you a camcorder. You gasped, and both guys looked worried. You walked over to your dresser, opened the last drawer, and retrieved the camcorder. To your surprise, you found another one, which had belonged to your ex—well, it used to. You had no intention of returning it now. He had left it in your car, and you had planned to give it back the next time he visited your house. The camcorder he had gifted you had only been used for your beach trips, and you hadn't used it for a while, which was why you had forgotten you had it in the first place.

You brought the cameras back to the guys, your eyes bright with excitement.

Javi was sitting on the bed, and Tim was standing up. You crawled up the bed and handed one of the cameras to Javi.

"I want you to use it," you told him, a playful gleam in your eyes.

His eyes lit up, and he replied, "Como tú mandes (As you order)," as he accepted the camera.

Turning your attention to Tim, you signaled for him to come closer. Wrapping your arms around his strong form, you pressed your lips to his ear, your words dripping with desire, "Do you want to take me from behind?" You handed him the second camera.

Tim's response was a low, sensual murmur, "I can never say no to you."

Returning to Javi, who was laid out on his back below you, you positioned yourself between his legs, facing him directly. With a sensuous touch, you lowered his underwear and wrapped your fingers around his cock.

"Oh, Shit," Javi breathed out softly as he took hold of the camera, turning it on, and pointing it toward you. "Say hi to the camera, baby girl."

With a seductive smile, you directed your gaze toward the lens. "Hi," you cooed. With the camera on you, you held Javi’s cock in your hand, admiring him. Tim's got him beat on length and girth, but Javi has a curve that you know will be incredibly satisfying once he's inside you.

Lowering your head onto Javi's lap, you looked up at the camera, your lips brushing the first few inches of his dick. The sight elicited a groan from Javi, his cock throbbing at the sensual display before him.

Meanwhile, Tim was busy with his camera, the strap wrapped around his fingers. His free hand rested on your back, gently lifting your ass into the air. You whimpered when he removed the plug, but Tim's soothing words distracted you from the discomfort.

"It’s okay, beautiful, I’ve got you," Tim whispered.

Javi also tries to distract you by guiding your attention back to him. Your fingers wrapped firmly around his length, applying strokes that had him gasping in pleasure.

"Ah," he moaned loudly, clearly enjoying the sensation of your skilled touch. Your red nails against his skin, made him twitch in your hand.

Tim, meanwhile, positioned himself at your tight entrance, teasing the sensitive ring of muscle. You peeled back Javi's foreskin, exposing his throbbing head. Your lips suck lightly against his foreskin, causing Javi to whimper in delight. The sound sent shivers down your spine, your arousal intensifying.

"Ohh, that's good, baby. J-just like that," Javi breathed out, his voice laden with desire.

As you continued your tantalizing ministrations, you felt the slick sensation of lube, followed by Tim slowly entering you from behind, the stretch of his hard shaft stretching you open. Your cry filled the room as Tim carefully moved back and forth, his intent clear: to slowly open you up and ensure you felt no pain once he was fully inside.

Tim groaned in response, the pleasure of being inside you evident in his every movement. Your attention shifted back to Javi as you spat lightly on him and then enveloped him between your lips. Beneath you, Javi gripped the sheets when you pushed your head further and moans escaped his soft lips.

As Tim pushed more of himself into you, both of you moaned in harmony, the room now filled with sounds from all three of you.

"Sweetheart, you're so fucking tight," Tim gasped, his voice laced with raw need. "Uhn…"

You could only respond with a broken moan, your body shaking in response to your senses being overwhelmed by the feeling of Tim filling you, the intense pleasure washing over you in waves.

I think I-I can cum right now, the thought crossed your mind, and then as if on cue, your body began to unravel.

"Gonna cum," you whine, the words somewhat unintelligible as your mouth was filled by Javi.

Javi whispered with a husky voice, "That's it, baby girl. Let go for us."

"Let it all out, sweetheart," Tim added, his breath ragged.

Your vision blurred as your climax took over, and you closed your eyes, surrendering to the overwhelming sensations coursing through you. Around Javi, you moaned, the vibrations adding to his pleasure, while Tim felt you tightening around him.

Tim's mind repeated a desperate mantra: Shit, Shit, Shit, I can't cum yet, Fuck! With urgency, he tightly grasped the base of his cock, determined to hold back and not release inside you, at least not just yet.

Your release began to trigger Javi's, and he gasped, “Close…mierda, voy a-ahh (shit, I’m gonna-ahh).”

In response to his plea, you redoubled your efforts, your mouth working its magic as you sucked harder and harder. His entire body tensed, breath hitching, pulsing in your mouth, and then, with a guttural groan of pleasure, Javi let go. He erupted into your mouth, and the taste of him was an intoxicating flavor that you eagerly savored. Every drop of his seed was swallowed with fervor.

With Tim still inside you from behind, you pulled your mouth off Javi, and the camera focused on you as you playfully stuck your tongue out, putting on a naughty show to demonstrate that you had indeed taken in every ounce of Javi's release.

Javier didn’t know what came over him. One minute he’s looking at you sticking your tongue out, and the next, he’s grasping your chin in his rough hand and kissing you with everything he’s got. It’s a messy and wet kiss that makes you get up on your knees, and Javi pushes you back onto Tim, causing him to push deeper into you, making both Tim and you moan.

"Javi, I want to ride you,” you declare, your voice filled with desire. You turn your head to speak to Tim, your eyes locking with his intense gaze. “Baby, can I ride him?”

Tim smiles at you, his lips brushing gently against yours. “Go ahead, baby,” he whispers, his breath warm against your skin.

Javi eagerly complies, laying down on the bed again. Tim pulls out from behind, allowing you to straddle Javi comfortably. He hisses as he withdraws, and you let out a soft whine at the sensation of emptiness.

As you straddle Javi, his hardness pressing against your core, you feel a surge of need. Your hand wraps around him, pumping once, then twice. Javi's voice, thick with desire, pleads, “Ya, por favor. (enough, please)”

A wicked grin plays on your lips as you tease him, “Tan impaciente, amor. (So impatient, love)”

"You slowly lower yourself onto Javi, and he groans as your tight heat envelops him. Inch by inch, you savor the delicious sensation of him filling you. You work to open yourself to take him. Just because he's smaller than Tim, it doesn't mean his length is any less impressive.

"God, Javi, you feel amazing," you mewl, grinding yourself against him, trying to take in more of his length.

"Oh, cariño, you're incredible," Javi says with pure adoration and lust.

I’m so wet and I still can’t take him. I-I just have to keep- ah! I have to keep going, you think.

“How does he feel, sweetheart?” Tim asks, his hand traveling down your body to play with your little bundle of nerves.

“Ohh! Tim!” The stimulation makes you flinch, and you’re able to lower yourself more onto Javi.

Tim continues to help you, guiding you as you slide yourself fully onto Javi. You gasp, and Javi moans, “Ah, fuck.”

His head hits the spongey spot within you, and you cry out Javi’s name.

Just like I thought, he feels so good.

Your cum from earlier pooled at Javi’s base, and the sight that left him momentarily stunned. "Shit," Javi cursed as he zoomed in on the erotic view before returning to capturing you bouncing on him.

“Tim, I-I want you now,” you begged, shifting your weight so that he could take your ass again.

"Shh, baby, I’ll give you what you want, okay?” Tim says, his voice soothing, and he angles his head to give you a tender kiss.

Tim then kneels behind you, straddling your hips as he positions himself.

“What’s your safe word?” he asks, loud enough for Javi to hear over the sounds of your moans and wet sounds.

You struggled to comprehend the question, your mind fogged by pleasure as you continued to bounce on Javi. “Hmm? Ohh! Um… it’s Tulip,” you manage to say.

“Got it,” Javi responds through gritted teeth, a hand finding its place on your waist.

“Tulip,” Tim repeats, as he grips himself and guides the tip inside your tight muscle.

"There you go,” Tim panted, his words laced with desire. “Yes, just like that. Good girl. Mmm…” He grunted, each thrust of his hips prompting gasps from you.

“Yes, yes, yes!” you exclaimed, your voice brimming with passion.

This time around, you were able to accommodate Tim’s cock with less resistance, thanks to him opening you up earlier.

Javi's movements grew more intense as he thrust upwards, his free hand massaging your areola before pulling at your stiffened nipple.

A high-pitched cry escaped from your mouth, and it became louder when Tim bottomed out and began to drive into you with fervor.

"That’s it, sweetheart,” Tim groaned.

As your body surrendered to the passion, your mind swirled with a hazy thought, God…oh god, they feel so good.

Javi brought you flush against his chest, his thrusts becoming harder and more fervent. Your bodies moved in perfect sync.

“Besame,” Javi whispered, and you eagerly complied, capturing his lips with a fervent kiss. Your tongues meet and you both moan into the kiss, but a powerful thrust from Tim forces you to rip your mouth away from Javi. Tim was determined to show Javi just how well he could make you feel, and he didn’t waste a moment.

"Javi, how's this for an old man?" Tim challenged, his hands firmly gripping your hips with both hands now as he picked up the pace, driving deeper and harder into you. The room filled with groans, the obscene sounds your bodies made, your screams, and profanities that spilled from your lips.

Javi took Tim's challenge to heart, matching his fervor with powerful thrusts that rocked your body. He pulled you even closer, the rhythm between your hips growing wilder.

Both men were fully absorbed in possessing your body, each wanting to outdo the other, but you didn’t mind one bit. In fact, you reveled in the intense pleasure they were giving you. Sweat glistened on your skin, trickling down the valley between your breasts. Both men had a layer of sweat on their bodies, a few strands of their hair sticking to their foreheads.

You whimpered in response to their relentless movements, and Javi reassured you, "I know, I know, I know."

Tim, possessed by the moment, asks, "You can take it, right?"

"Mhm," you whimpered, your face contorted in bliss.

Tears prick your eyes at the intensity of their movements. Javi sat up, his hands still on your waist, guiding you as Tim's grip on your hips tightened. You moaned and arched your back, pressing yourself closer to him. Javi buried his face in your neck, muffling his groans with your skin, the heat of his breath adding to the coil that was threatening to snap any moment now.

Their thrusts grew deeper and deeper, and Tim gritted out your name, his voice making you burn hotter.

You put one hand on Javi’s shoulder for support, and you blindly reached out, searching for Tim’s holster. Your fingers brushed against the smooth leather, and you gripped it tightly, pulling him closer to you. The sensation of them pressed against you caused your pussy to tighten, squeezing them both in the most delicious way.

Tim groaned, losing himself completely in the feeling. She feels so good, wrapped up so tight around me like this, fuck, he thought as he started thrusting into you, each thrust increasing in tempo, intensifying your pleasure.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Javi groaned, his voice trembling. God, she’s so fucking tight… uhn, she’s going to make me cum.

You were losing control now, overwhelmed by the sensation of being so full.

Javi, his voice trembling with desire, breathed out, "I can't hold back much longer."

"Me neither," Tim breathed, tightening his grip on you.

You wanted to let them know you were close too, but your voice failed you, and all that escaped were breathless moans. The coil in your stomach tightened further, seconds away from unraveling completely.

"God, you're so fucking beautiful," Javi grunted, his hips stuttering as he began to lose control. "Oh, God... fuck, shit."

“Such a good girl, baby. Uhn… taki- takin' us so well,” Tim praised.

Their deep, low voices pushed you over the edge. You clenched around them, and you experienced the most intense orgasm of your life. Your mouth fell open, and your whole body shook. Your vision whited out, your ears rang, and your hands went limp, releasing your hold on the men.

The tightening of your body pushed them over the edge, and they couldn't hold back any longer. Javi came first, his release accompanied by a passionate "Oh Shit!" as he spilled inside you. Tim followed quickly, spitting out "Uhn!" as he came shortly thereafter.

After their releases, Tim's glasses nearly fell off as he lowered his head, and Javi's hand, which had been holding the camera, fell limply onto the bed, inadvertently capturing the ceiling.

Tim tenderly peppered your shoulder with kisses before slowly pulling out from you. With the camera still in his hand, he focused it on the sight of his pearly spend slowly dripping out of you, prompting groans of satisfaction. Once he was content with the footage, he rolled over, his back meeting the mattress. Meanwhile, you rested on Javi's chest, both of you still breathing heavily.

Javi carefully maneuvered you, turning you over while keeping the camcorder in hand. He recorded himself as he sensually withdrew from you, capturing the sight of his creamy white seed flowing out of you in a steady stream.

When you finally came down, you lay there panting and smiling happily. Javi leaned forward and placed a slow lingering kiss on your forehead

"You okay baby?" Javi asked

Tim gently placed a soft kiss on your temple. "You okay sweetheart?" he asked tenderly.

“Mhm," you hummed as Javi kissed your cheek. “I am now," you murmured happily.

“Pasame mi telefono, porfa (Hand me my phone, please),” you requested, and Javi reached for your phone on the nightstand, handing it to you. They both looked at you with curiosity.

“I think I know how to break up with him,” you said, a sly smile playing on your lips.

“Can you take a picture of us?” you asked Tim, phone in hand.

"Of course," Tim replied before taking the phone from your hand. You were well aware that your soon-to-be ex's ego would be deeply wounded to see you with two other men, and you knew he would never utter a word of it to anyone else.

Tim reached for a blanket to cover your naked bodies. As he did so, he slid an arm beneath you, and you nestled your head on Tim’s chest. Javi wrapped an arm possessively around you, his other hand resting on the camcorder that had once belonged to your ex.

Javi meticulously positioned the camera in a way that it would be captured in the picture Tim was about to take. The arrangement, with the three of you nestled under the sheets and the camcorder resting on the bed, would leave absolutely nothing to the imagination, and that's exactly what you were counting on.

Tim angled your phone and snapped the picture. He passed you the phone and asked, “Is this good?”

“It’s perfect,” you smiled.

You opened your text messages, tapped on his name, and attached the picture. You added ‘It’s over,’ and then you hit send. The whooshing sound gave you satisfaction, knowing he would never contact you again. Just a few seconds later, your message said ‘Read.’

“Good,” Javi said, smiling, then asked, “Is anyone hungry?”

“I could eat,” you replied

“I'll order Chinese," Tim said, reaching for his phone.

Javi, his voice laced with desire, chimed in, "How long do you think they'll take?"

Tim glanced at his phone. "About 45 minutes," he answered.

A mischievous glint danced in Javi's eyes as he leaned over and ripped the sheets off your bodies. "We could do a lot in 45 minutes," he purred, his intentions clear.

A/N: I apologize for any grammar and tense mistakes. English is not my first language, and I struggle with my tenses 😞 If the pacing feels off, it's because I've taken this apart so many times over the past years. Originally, this was a science fiction story with Javi and an older version of Javi, but I scrapped that idea. Then I wrote a similar piece with El Ladron. However, earlier this year, I was blessed with Tim Rockford, and I couldn't stop thinking about him. So, I returned to the original Javi piece and replaced the older Javi with Tim.

I was supposed to be working on the graphics for Chapter 5 of IYW, but I couldn't get Detective Tim Rockford out of my mind, sorry 😔

If you've read this far, thank you, and have a great day 🤎

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Perspective Flip: Another Man's Poison

Original Fic

From Dandy's ask. Moved it to its own post because it got longer than I meant it to. Oops. You just know I had to write the moment that Mikey calls Leo, from Leo's POV.

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Leo was still basking in the smug glow of having tricked Donnie so Mikey could escape the lair when his phone rang. The jaunty "Sunshine, Lollipops, and Rainbows" cover he'd put as Mikey's ringtone covered the sounds from his game, rattling loudly enough to annoy everyone in the lair. He didn't take his eyes off his Switch screen as he pawed at his nightstand until his fingers bumped his phone. It was second nature to swipe the screen and prop it against his shoulder.

"Mikester, what's up?" Leo went back to flicking through resources and weapons, contemplating his options, "Need a lift?"

"Yeah, actually," Mikey sounded a little winded, an edge to his voice that made Leo's brow furrow and lower his Switch, "Some yokai creep's stalki—"

There was a bird-like shriek and then Mikey screamed in pain. A flurry of confusing sounds fuzzed static from the phone speaker and Leo dropped his game entirely. He pressed his phone into the side of his head, trying to hear past the cawing and rushing.

"Mikey!? Mikey, can you hear me!? MIKEY!"

Another cry from his little brother had Leo's heart leaping into his throat. A loud clatter and then the sound of the call disconnecting. Leo forgot how to breathe for all of a second before his adrenaline surged and he was on his feet. He pulled on his gear with one hand, and typed out a text with the other,

hc in 1 min asap

The lack of jokes and emoji would tell his brothers how serious it was.

Leo's heart thudded in his chest, pounding against his rib cage in a fit of fear and anger. He'd been the one to let Mikey go out alone, it had been his idea to let Mikey have some space and freedom away from the smothering concern they'd all been dealing with. It was his fault one of his family was getting hurt again. His arrogance could cost them. A foul list of his mistakes were looping in the back of his mind, hissing at his stupidity and how his selfishness would get his family killed.

Raph was already waiting for him when Leo jogged to the entrance of the lair. Raph's brow was furrowed in concern, grinding his knuckles together and trying to keep his breathing deep and steady. Donnie leapt down the steps from his lab seconds later, decked out in his newest battle shell and his body taut with anxiety. Leo's gaze flitted to meet his but Donnie's expression was carefully blank. The only thing his eyes betrayed was worry. There was no blame there.

"What's going on?" Raph asked, rocking on his toes, ready to move.

"Mike called, said someone was following him," Leo drew his katana and swiped it through the air, spilling blue light across the three of them, "His call got cut off. Sounded like he was attacked."

Donnie's eyes narrowed and he pulled up his gauntlet as they ducked into Leo's portal,

"I've got his phone signal. This way."

The rotors on his battle shell opened and he took off into the colorful air of the Hidden City. Raph and Leo followed him from the rooftops, Leo praying with every cell in his body that they'd find Mikey a little scuffed but perfectly safe and waiting to be picked up by his big brothers.

They did not find Mikey.

Donnie landed on a rooftop bathed in rainbow neon, his expression darkening, and Leo skidded to a halt as he drew level. There were feathers and shreds of fabric scattered across the roof. Worse still were the splatters of blood that danced away towards the edge.

"Mikey!?" Raph leaned over the side of the roof, peering into the alleyway below, "Mikey, where are you!?"

"Leo." Donnie's voice was stiff and frigid and Leo glanced up from the mess to see him holding Mikey's cellphone. The screen was cracked and there was blood smeared across the case.

Leo felt cold. He trotted to the edge of the roof, peering over it next to Raph. There were signs of disruption and Leo leapt down the walls to investigate the floor of the alley. The whir of rotors and the heavy thud said his siblings had followed him.

More blood on the floor of the alleyway and smeared on the walls.

No sign of Michelangelo.

The world was narrowing into a pinprick, black fuzzing the edges of Leo's vision, his ears ringing as the panic began to set it. He tried to breathe through the lump crushing his windpipe, his thoughts scattering as he struggled to hold them together, to orient himself, to think, to plan. His legs were shaking and Mikey's name rasped out in a whisper from somewhere far away.

A warm hand wrapped around his arm, tugged him. Leo blinked rapidly, trying to refocus, his vision settling until he could see Donnie's face frowning at him. Not in anger, but in concern.

"Leo? You with me?" The muffled quality was peeling away from the sounds of the real world as Leo got himself back under control, focusing on Donnie's grip, on his brother's voice, on the texture of the ground beneath this feet and the taste of magic in the air.

"Y-yeah, yeah, I'm here," Leo took a deep breath, let it fill his lungs and settle his racing heart, "Okay. Right. Can you get a signal of any kind from Mikey? His tracker still working?"

Raph was hovering around them, breathing heavily, trying to combat his own fears and panic. Leo sheathed a katana and reached out his hand, curling it into Raph's and giving his big brother a gentle, grounding squeeze. A low, rumbling whine answered him and Raph squeezed back.

Donnie was frowning at his wrist tech, tapping away, "I had his signal but...it just disappeared. This doesn't make any sense!"

"Which direction was it in? We'll start there." Leo felt like he was standing on more solid ground now, with a plan in mind and a fierce determination boiling in his chest.

They would find Mikey. And they would destroy whomever had had the gall to lay a hand on their baby brother.

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I imagine poor Leo's got some serious issues when it comes to his brother's disappearing on him or being captured after what happened with the Krang. It's probably made worse when he blames himself for it happening.

#actually i cut this down a bit because it was getting too long already lol #anyway enjoy?#sage's bthb prompts #rottmnt #rottmnt fic #tmnt fic

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allamericanb-tch · 12 days

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crimson rivers thoughts (12)

@tastetherainbow290

chapter 26

rip james potter’s leg he’s gone full peeta

sirius is visiting reg

reg ☹️

talking about throwing up is arguably the worst part of this fic so far

“It's fine. I didn't even like this shirt. (Sirius really liked this shirt.)”

i am legitimately shaking but i don’t know if this is important so i need to read it

please stop talking about throwing up

poor regulus i feel so bad

and hes throwing up again

i cant even think about this what if i just skim the rest

ok pov switch thank god

oh no i forgot remus has to go back…

sirius is so considerate

nooo remu

sirius pov again im praying there isn’t any more throwing up

and there it is.

poor regulus ahhhhh i just feel so bad for him like. i want to give him a hug.

why doesn’t regulus want to see james ☹️

sirius is visiting james now

that was sweet. sad, but sweet.

remus pov again

remu ❤️‍🩹

can someone tell me why the rat is my 5th most used emoji

"You're so precious to me, did you know that?"

remus loves sirius (duh)

chapter 27

i’m sad for wolfstar what’s gonna happen

"You can trust that the only person I have an interest in seeing naked is your brother." 😭

this hallow drama is actually hilarious

reggie 💔

i’m scared that pandora is going to die in the future bc we have t seen any of her pov

this is so sad.

no thoughts just sadness.

“i’m collecting them all” i’m glad to see you making jokes reg

"Oh, this is just the bruise finally blooming from where I tripped and fell the moment I saw you,"

this was a lighter chapter but still sad

chapter 28

back to james pov

oh no a nightmare

CRAP I FORGOT ABT MY MATH HOMEWORK it was due yesterday but she hasn’t graded it yet so if i turn it in now she won’t take of points for it being late

math homework is finished! back to reading (suffering)

oh yeah. nightmare. ☹️

"I wasn't supposed to go through this," no james, you were not. i’m sad now (i have been sad)

james leave regulus aloneeee (don’t leave him alone)

shrodinger’s cat mention

“james”

i’m actually crying right now.

nooo why are the fighting

james is getting his glasses back soon!!! huzzah

"I don't want to be a great, big tragedy anymore,"

baby

“it’s a parting gift” i’m crying again

regulus and remus friendship <3

“we broke up” “you were together?” 😭

ugh this is so sad. already i’ve cried more times than reading atyd AND choices and ive barely made a dent in cr

oh no interview prep

evan mention 💔

every time i see the word hallow in this fic im like “i need to add this (hallow/hollow) to my list of homophones” and i never do bc im writing all my thoughts in my notes app and my homophones list is in a different folder than my marauders thoughts

chapter 29

oh me oh my hanky panky happening in this chapter i wonder for who

every time i call sex hanky panky i give myself the ick

"We broke up? This is news to me” james 😭

“No one needs romantic love to be fulfilled as a person. Not everyone wants it, and then there are those who aren't ready, and all of it is okay. That doesn't mean there's an absence of love, or that you're getting it wrong. You're not, Regulus, I promise."

they’re holding hands (but for sad reasons)

interview time i’m scared

evan ☹️☹️☹️

vanity ☹️☹️☹️

“We love your love, don't we?" 💔

this is so sad omg i genuinely don’t know how im going to survive this

GLASSES!!!!!!

so he’s just been wearing contacts this whole time?

ok i need to go do my duolingo.

i am back from duolingo.

james telling sirius to go have sex with remus on their last night 😭 i mean fair. they should

"I'm absolutely thinking about your brother right now." oh, james

james telling sirius about him and reg 😭 poor sirius

sirius asking james for tips 💀

“i expect all the details” james fleamont potter 😭

sirius is such a good brother. i love him.

remus pov !!

“i would not have known joy if i did not have the pleasure of knowing you”

ugh wolfstar. i love you.

😯 hanky panky

spine has been realigned

ok but any time any of them ever talk about getting off it just makes me think about one time when i was at a district choir concert and when we were practicing one of our songs the director said “there won’t be a dry seat in the audience” (he meant dry eye, bc the song was beautiful, but it just came out like everyone in the audience would dream their pants 😭) but. unnecessary story and it isn’t really that funny unless you were there but.

chapter 30 (?!)

evan 💔

god.

remus ‘reading’ sirius’ mind 😭

they have to say goodbye ☹️

barty mention!!!!

*singing* i just miss you and i just wish you were a better man

“i love you” eeeeeeeee

omg kissing

and it’s over.

“i don’t want to hurt you anymore” 💔

eeeee they’re kissing again

“it’ll take a while but later—much later—james will look back on this and wonder, sadly, if it was a parting gift, too.” WHAT

sirius kissing the mask so remus will always have a sirius kiss

i love pandora

wolfstar goodbye 💔

the fact that all of this happened in the span of two weeks

effie and monty!!!!!!!!!!

the next chapter is lily… should i read it or go to sleep

#crimson rivers

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soundslikediamonds · 1 year

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Rescuer (part 1)

Summary: (I'm not very good at summaries but!)

This whole concept came to me after watching Butler's interview with Josh Horowitz. Just seeing him in his hoodie and with his scruff just in that cold apartment over zoom made me think of this whole concept, yet it's super long, so I'm writing it in parts. I also got inspired seeing all those pictures with fans on the set of Bikeriders.

This is a fic where while walking alone at night, reader is being followed, but fortunately before anything can happen Austin saves reader.

Word Count: 4291

Disclaimer: This is my first time using Tumblr and first story posted here. I hope everyone enjoys!

Warnings: uncomfortable topic of being followed late at night, family dysfunction...

Hope you enjoy! (y'all I am SO nervous to put this out there lol)

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You close the front door and seal it with the lock. It's pitch black outside, a swollen full moon out with distant clouds. The air you breathe is cold and fans out little fog clouds each time an exhale escapes your mouth. It's no later than 12:00 am and you just finished all that you were taking for the night.

You would be back in a few days, when you were sure your Dad would be out. He was away this night, working a long night shift and you knew that. That was the reason why you managed to sneak back into the house and take some more of your belongings without your dad knowing you were here. It was clear he didn't want you back, not after that explosive argument last week that the two of you had which left him kicking you out.

You had no problem with leaving. Actually, it was something that tempted your mind for quite some time now. Somewhere between dad's anger, and the two of you fighting all the time, it was so exhausting. He made you get out of the house and made it very clear that he didn't want to see you again. You grabbed some extra clothing and toiletries for the night and your backpack before you called your friend Ava asking if you could sleep over. She was obviously awake and wasn't one who would take much to persuade.

You didn't go into detail of why you needed to be over there. It was late and the last thing you wanted to do was tell her that you, a college student, was officially homeless, having no real thought-out plan of what you would do. You just kept it simple; you were at the campus library studying into the night and by the time you headed back, you realized you forgot your keys and no one was in the house.

'just need somewhere to sleep for the night and then i'll be out tomorrow morning. kinda crazy how this is my life rn ahahaha'

You had texted Ava those words, to which responded in laughing crying emojis.

'dww!! it's life. it happens. i'll make sure to give you some of my clothes'

Shoot. The clothes. Although you did have a set of pajamas for the night, it would probably make more sense that you would burrow Ava's clothes. After all, you were locked out of your house. Where would those clothes come from if otherwise?

You placed everything you gathered in your backpack and took the bus to get to the other side of town. On the bus there was practically no one and as you had the back seats to yourself, you took this time to really think about what this meant for you.

You didn't have a home. You had class in the morning, and then two more in the afternoon, but you didn't have a home.

If you wanted help (which you probably should have asked for), that would require you telling the whole story of what happened, which was something you didn't want to go through.

If you took time to really think about it, you would probably cry. It was a surprise that you haven't done it yet, but it was probably because you haven't had the time, in retrospect. It was only the sound of your dad's tone that rung your ears, telling you to "leave and never come back" that made you scurry to your room, take what you needed to take and leave without saying another word, or giving eye contact to your parents. Your body moved quickly than what your mind could even process and now that you were sitting still since this pressing hour of chaos, you allowed your eyes to close, resting your hand on the top of your head as a small sigh escapes your breath.

What would you do now?

You stayed in that position for only a little while before deciding on opening your phone and choosing to listen to the song you thought would suit the moment best. As you looked out with window, you allowed for the duration of the melody to give you a sort of comfort and you told yourself deep down inside that everything was going to be okay. You were going to be okay.

That was last week.

Now, as you start down the stairs throwing one more glance over your shoulder at your old house, you tread down the street. For these past few days you've just been keeping yourself in an small Inn. It's been okay, mostly you were out for the day and so the Inn only did its thing and helped you out at night with a bed to lay down on and rest. But tonight was your last night and you had no idea what you were going to do afterward.

You were sort of on this plan of just going to a 24/hour coffee shop and stay there "studying" for the night. You've looked it up and there are a couple of places in the area. So, you considered that at least for the night you'd stay at the coffee shop to think things through.

You aren't alone as you walk. You glance down at your phone and notice that you have 15 more minutes before you'd reach the bus stop. The sounds of footsteps are distant behind you and, just because, you look over your shoulder just a little bit, but a chill runs through your arms when seeing that it's a man wearing all black with a hood over his head. He looks right out you and you whip your head forward, feeling your chest heave in a mini-gasp.

Now, you tell yourself, there's no need to overreact.

That would usually help you, but it is late and dark, and no one else is out. Plus, he's walking pretty slow, and has no problem with walking and staying behind you. Curiosity now takes over you as you decide to lessen the pace of your walk just a tad, and suddenly you hear his footsteps slow its pace as well.

Frowning, you now pick up the pace, to which this man does the same. Your heart starts beating fast and you check your surroundings, realizing the neighborhood you're in is dark and the lights to the houses by the streets are all out, indicating that everyone is either asleep or away.

You take a breath and decide to cross the street, just going at it because there aren't any on-going cars, but once you reach the sidewalk, you look down at the silhouette that's casted from the orange streetlight and see a distant but present shadow still trailing behind you.

You are officially. Being. Followed.

You've heard of stuff happening like this, and it's absolutely horrible. No one should be able to feel their own life being threatened just by walking down the streets at night. You just never thought of it happening to you, yet right now, your chest rises and falls as your hands collect sweat.

You have to stay calm.

If you start running, chances are he'll take off after you. You need to lead him someplace where there's people, yet you don't know this area half as well, and it's hard to make up places in the dark.

Silently praying that nothing happens, you take a risk a turn a sharp corner to another block which at this intersection you would normally continue to walk straight, but your legs aren't in control of what's going on and move out of fear and in search for desperate help.

Your eyes luckily find a light and you realize that you're coming to a gas station. The lights are open, so you knew that there has to at least be someone in the corner store. If you just casually walk in, the man following you would have to leave.

You start to hear footsteps from behind you pick up and your heart starts pounding within your chest. For some strange reason, although you are ridiculously scared, you aren't running. You aren't screaming for help. You're managing to speed walk with your head held high although trying to focus on your breathing and steady yourself. It's crazy how you're not looking back, but only walking faster, keeping your eyes straight on the blaring lights.

The Gas Station is right across the street from you and- without even clicking any buttons at the intersection which you should- you walk down the street and go up the small hill, and as your eyes avert to the station, you notice a tall man in a Carhartt jacket over black jeans, walking out of the corner store. He's looking down at the receipt in his hands as he walks to the pump. You're relieved to see someone at least, and you know that you're just seconds away from safety. However, as you're walking, you're scared when you see now in the corner of your eye, the man who is following you, starts jogging in your direction.

Without thinking you start making a light jog, no longer to the corner store, but to the man who's right in front of you, who has no idea of what small chase scene is in front of him as he looks at his receipt. By the sound of nearing footsteps, the man in front of you looks up just in time for you to greet him loudly before wrapping your arms around his neck, holding on to his tall frame. The man stumbles backward, but you turn your head to whisper in his ear.

"The man behind me is following me, please help me," You whisper, and that's all it takes before you feel strong arms wrapped around your waist.

"Hey, babe, sorry, I was just about to text you. Didn't mean to make you walk over to me." He says, the low tone of his voice vibrates your forehead as your head rests against his chest.

You're squeezing him now, thankful that the security in his voice and the tightness in his hold makes you feel safe right here in the Gas Station parking lot, right where some creep has followed you to. You don't even know if he's still there, or walking closer, and you don't want to know. You're not lifting your head up from being buried in this man's chest.

"Hey, the funniest thing happened at work today, but I'll tell you all about it once we go home. And you get to pick the movie tonight, but I gotta tell ya, if it's those cartoons again, I might just cry." The man says, a small chuckle coming out. A breath escapes your lips, almost like relief in itself. You'd smile if you could, if you weren't so scared.

Now, as you're still in the hug, you can't really hear anything. It's quiet and you're not sure what's happening in the world where your face is not against the fabric of a fall jacket, where you're not heavily breathing with tears stinging your eyes. You'd like to hear what's going on, or maybe you don't, but you can't, because all you hear is the sound of your heart pounding through your ears.

Finally after what seems like the longest seconds of your life, you feel the pad of a thumb stroke slowly through your hair just barely, just enough that you can tell it's within intent. To soothe you. You begin to match your breathing, your chest rising and falling, to the thumb strokes against your hair. You suddenly feel a lift of the hand and arms start to loosen just by a little bit.

"He's gone." You hear this man whisper in your ear.

Those words suddenly break you and now all of the emotion from the following to the chase catch up to you as hot tears slide down your cheek.

The man in your arms now holds you tightly once more and starts swaying you in his embrace.

"I am so sorry. I truly am, I...I'm so sorry." He says, with a deep and genuine ache in his voice. You nod, even though he did nothing but save you from what could've been, and just the thoughts of how the night could've turned out entirely worse, sobs now bubble and pour out as you begin crying on his chest.

"Do you wanna sit in my car?" His voice asks, and you hear the decibel of his voice raise just a little bit higher as it coats with soft and gentleness. You realize he's asking you that way because he wants you to decide. He wants to make it clear that whatever it is, he's not the one telling you to do anything. Not after this horrible experience.

"Okay." You choke out, nodding once again, before you slowly pull yourself away from where you nestle in his chest. You blink back to reality and look around you, seeing that the creep indeed is gone and you're standing outside in the parking lot of the Gas Station, while this tall man, who looks just a few years older than you, stares at you with kindness and grace. This is the first time you actually look into the eyes of your angel of the night. He has golden hair, a hint of scruff on his chin and around his pink full lips, with piercing baby blue eyes that sparkle even in dim light.

You try to smile, though you're wiping your eyes at the same time, and you can't help but feel like you look rather like a mess.

"Thank you so much." You say above a whisper.

The man doesn't comment on what he did, instead takes your arm gently and leads you to his car, a black vehicle near the last pump nearest to the car wash. While one hand still rests on your arm, you watch as this man digs up his car keys from his jacket pocket and unlocks the doors. He opens the passenger seat for you, to which you whisper thanks before he closes the door and walks around his car, leaving you only a few seconds to truly absorb everything that just happened in what seems to be in slow motion and in a flash at the same time.

You sit in silence for a moment, leaning backward in your seat as you try to look back and see if the creepy man would just pop out from nowhere. You're subconsciously doing it. You don't even realize that's what you're doing, looking at the back window until his hand is planted on your arm, bringing you back into reality. You turn immediately, looking at your rescurer.

"You're safe here." He says.

You nod. You believe him, but you don't even realize your hands are shaking until he looks at them, and you notice his jaw clench. You hug yourself, trying to remove the attention from your shaking hands and you feel his hand touch your shoulder. You try another smile as you turn to look at him.

"Thank you. I don't know what more to say but... thank you so much." You say, feeling like there are not enough words to express the true gratitude your heart.

He nods before he looks down in his lap, letting out a big sigh. You shake your head in response, now using your hands to massage your forehead in small circles. The two of you are silent in the car, but the both of you are thinking of everything that went down.

"My mind wants to think about how...he could've done anything to me. I've just been saved, and that's what I'm shook up about- the fact that it could have happened." You say, wondering what's even wrong with you.

Sure, you almost had something terrible happen to you. But someone came to your rescue just before it did. And instead of focusing on that and being grateful, you're still thinking of what it was that could've happened. Is that normal?

"I would be more concerned if you weren't thinking about the "what ifs". That's completely and totally valid." The man sitting beside you says. He then takes another breath.

"But I'm so glad nothing happened. And I'm proud of you for doing what you did. You know, you saw someone and immediately went to them when you felt in danger." He expresses.

You're sort of blocking that amount of praise that's trying to enter in, just because you don't believe you did anything out of braveness but out of fear. You were trembling in this man's arms, for crying out loud. He could have someone, or maybe he didn't want to get involved, or anything of that matter. But, you were grateful nonetheless.

"Thank you for going along." You say in a small voice. And he really was amazing. There was something about what he said, there was no hint of never knowing you before this. It was like you both were together. It was like you were truly going home with him. It was like you were going to pick the movie. With no hesitance he was able to get into this character and save you just by how he held you.

He shakes his head now, folding his arms as he looks ahead. "I was, uh...I was supposed to go to the other gas station, a few miles away from this one. There was too much traffic, and I decided to go here, even though I was complaining because the prices here are more expensive. But I realize that there was a reason why I was here."

He turns and looks at you, an actual scared look on his face. "If we were just seconds from each other, who knows what could've happened?"

You close your eyes. Your mind is going there, but you don't want it to. You don't want to go there. Based on the fact that you're not answering, the man breaths out a sigh.

"What happens now? Is there somewhere I can take you? Are you going home?" He then asks.

Your eyes then flicker open. How are you going to explain this?

Somehow in the midst of everything going on, you haven't thought of the fact that there was no place to stay. That your friends' places couldn't be used, or that your time at the local Inn was up. You couldn't think of anything when that creep was after you, but now that it's all over, you have to face the reality of the scary revelation.

"I, uh..." Your eyes flicker down, and you look at your shoelaces. You then look over at him. You're about to tell him, but your throat gets caught and you bring a hand to your head and close your eyes, slowly rubbing your forehead in small circles.

"You can just take me to the coffee shop. The one on Berden." You reply, your voice small.

He blinks at you, before giving a little nod, and you watch as his fingers mindlessly strokes the bit of scruff his has on his chin.

"Oh. Sure, yeah, we can stop for coffee if that's what you'd like. And then after that where will I take you?" He asks.

"Well..." You let out a breath. "I'm going to be staying there. I have, um...I have a lot of studying I need to do. That's where I was going, anyway. To the café...before...y'know, everything happened. Before I met you. I was on my way to the coffee shop." You ramble on.

You mentally kick yourself. Why do you have to sound so awkward when you're lying? I mean, sure you actually do need to study, but you're not really planning on it.

The man's eyebrows furrow as he turns and looks at you. You can tell just by the look in his eye that he's confused, and that he doesn't believe you.

"You can't study now. Not after everything. You need to rest somewhere." He argues.

You shrug, not meeting his eyes. "I'll be okay."

"I won't be able to sleep knowing that I had a chance of taking you home and refusing it. It's no problem driving you, really. Even if you live an hour away." The man says.

"It's okay, really." You try and persuade.

"It's just..." You watch as the man sighs, drawing his fingers to the scruff of his chin. He scoffs. "I don't know, it's so dangerous here."

He looks over at you in seriousness. "Is there no where I can drop you off?"

You nod. "Yes, the café on Ber-"

"No, no." You watch as the man shakes his head. He lets out a sigh and closes his eyes. When he finally looks at you, you swallow the guilt of not being able to tell him the whole truth. In this stranger's eyes there's a look of wanting to keep you secure.

"I have this feeling...you don't want to be home right now." He guesses, his voice a whisper.

That causes you to look down at your shoes. You feel his eyes on you and you know you're done. With that instant motion of not being able to look him in the eye, you're sure he can tell that his assumption is right.

When you finally look at him, you shoot a small smile. "You know...I can take the bus or something. You've done so much for me already, and I thank you. But, you probably have family waiting for you at home, or someplace to be." You say.

There's a silence as the man leans back, his back touching the seat. He slowly smiles, looking down at his hands.

"I uh...I live by myself in a lowly apartment, so...it really is no problem to-"

Suddenly, the man stops talking and then turns to look at you. He looks at you with a puzzled look on his face and you're wondering just what it is that he's thinking.

"I could propose something, but it might be strange." He starts, his fingers going back to resting on his chin.

He tends to do that a lot more than he's conscious of, you think to yourself.

You look at the hesitance on his face and blink. "What is it?"

"Well," He sits up straighter in his seat. "What if you just crashed at my place for the night?" He asks.

You blink. "What?"

He shoots a gentle smile. "Yeah, I mean...it's late, and it's obvious you don't want to go home. My apartment's close, and..." He holds you arm gently.

"I'd be completely out of your hair, there's a room that's completely secluded, you wouldn't see me at all, and there's office space if you dare wish to study...even though, I personally feel like with everything that's happened, going to sleep would be the best option, um...but I...I could make you some tea, uh...and I have these scented candles that I find always helps me, just feel better after a long tiring day...of course, I've never been through what you've just gone through, I mean that's absolutely terrifying, but-"

You then touch his arm. The poor man is rambling without even taking a breath. And he looks so apologetic, almost like it was his fault.

"What's your name?" You ask, changing the subject completely.

It takes him aback, for sure, and you find yourself start to smile. He blinks, chucking a little bit.

"I guess we haven't really formally introduced each other. I'm Austin." He says, extending his hand out.

You look at his eyes. Austin. It wouldn't be the first name you would guess, it's sort of unexpected, but looking at his face, you don't know if there's any other name you would give. It's charming, which is one of the words you would use to describe him.

You smile, reaching over and shaking Austin's hand as you say your own name. He gives a friendly smile laughs.

"Nice to meet you." He says shyly, which causes you both to laugh awkwardly.

"Nice to meet you, Austin." You smile. Then Austin looks at you with a serious look.

"Hey, um...I really am offering for you to stay at my apartment. Just for the night if that's easiest, and then," He shrugs. "And then, whatever you want to happen next, I'll allow." He says.

You nod. You know his intentions are good. You know, and it doesn't take much to know- that he is a good man. You almost experienced what wasn't a good man, and it scared you. It scares you to think that somewhere that man, and other people like him are out and about, roaming innocent streets to do sinful deeds for humans that don't deserve anything like that.

A chill runs down your spine as you think back to what could've been. Right now, however, there is nowhere else you can go. You'll admit you're in a very vulnerable state. You're mind isn't the best that it can be. You're still shook up. You're scared, and you know deep down that if you are anywhere away from Austin this time of night, you'd be even more afraid.

So with that, you look at Austin, who's been looking at you this whole time. You take a deep breath and then nod.

"Okay. I can go to your place for tonight. Thank you." You say in a small voice.

Austin nods, giving your arm another reassuring touch before he starts the car. And without another word he's set and soon you both are off, driving into the empty streets of night.

#austin butler x you #austin butler fanfic #austin butler x reader #austin butler imagine #austin butler #austin butler x y/n

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dawnagustd · 1 year

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big deal || myg

➛ title: Big Deal ➛ pairing: (non romantic) idol!yoongi x reader; ft. ot7 ➛ genre: mature rated comedy? ➛ summary: “It’s never a big deal until it becomes your big deal,” Yoongi learns. ➛ rating: 18+ ➛ word count: 1.3k ➛ warnings: strong language | attempted and failed blackmailing (like it was pointless lol) | c*cks… lots of c*cks being discussed; specifically Bangtan c*ck | ot7 chaos | this is a complete unedited shit show | open ending just in case | i think that’s all ➛ author’s note: Hi! It’s been a long ass time. I’m so nervous lol. Anyway, this is for @hobeemin & @sweetestofchaos and it has everything to do with this Discord emoji. This is the first completed work I’ve written in months, so please be kind lol. I know it’s bad(it’s supposed to be) and I’m not all too comfortable writing idol aus but I had a ball writing it so just let me have this moment🤣. Also, I don’t want to promise a part 2 but... man I like the thought of mad whiny Yoongi.

“Mine doesn’t even look like that! Guys, look at how thick and short it is.”

Yoongi does an internal eye roll as Jimin lets out another dramatic cry. All this over some damn Discord emojis. Maybe he’s just too old for this shit because he doesn’t see the big deal. At least he’s not the only one.

“It isn’t that deep,” Seokjin states, shoving some ramen in his mouth.

“That’s what Jimin’s girl said,” Jungkook blurts out in a small voice.

He can see Jimin giving them a nasty glare through the monitor screen. It’s just his pride. He feels like the creator of these Bangtan-style Discord emojis should have added a little more length. Yoongi will not deny or confirm whether or not they should have. Still, he can’t help but chuckle as Jimin tries to convince everyone about the truth they already know of.

“Yeah, Jimin. It’s not that serious,” Namjoon chimes in.

He’s taken a seat on the couch, bored with the big discovery they made just a few minutes ago. Someone approached and told them about a website dedicated to Discord emojis. Apparently, a creator’s newest NSFW uploads are BTS-inspired superhero cocks. And well, they just had to see it to believe it.

“Easy for you guys to say. Your cocks are perfect!”

“Well, thanks Jimin,” Jungkook laughs.

“Shut up! You know what I meant.”

He’s not lying, though. This is pure talent. The amount of effort and detail you put into the craft doesn’t go unnoticed. No wonder everyone’s talking about this.

“Jimin, why don’t you just contact the creator? The info is in their bio,” Hoseok suggests.

Jimin and Taehyung begin searching for your number together, both being displeased with their results. While they bicker, Yoongi starts going through the rest of the content.

“And what does yours look like, hm?” Jungkook teases.

Yoongi turns to the youngest member and shrugs. “Don’t know. Didn’t look.”

He returns to scrolling, but Jungkook snatches the mouse out of his hand.

“Well, let’s see,” Jungkook insists. He returns to the newest uploads and looks through the members until he finds the Suga-Man emoji.

“I don’t care about that shit. I know what my dick looks like—”

When Yoongi sees his emoji, he nearly knocks Jungkook to the floor while he tries to regain control of the mouse. He cannot believe his eyes. It’s nothing like the real thing at all. Yoongi’s appalled.

“Where are my details?!”

He catches his outburst seconds after it is too late. All of the members heard him cry out due to the distasteful site. He looks over at Seokjin.

“They forgot some stuff,” he repeats.

“Okay.”

His mouth drops at Seokjin’s lack of empathy.

“Well, I must be the least favorite member,” Yoongi concludes.

“Dude, we don’t talk like that. Remember?”

“Then explain why mine is so plain?!”

Seokjin sighs. “I’ll give you your own advice, bro. It’s not that serious.”

But it is. His emoji dick looks so basic. He has layers that make him unique too. This is so embarrassing.

“Jimin, I don’t think you’re supposed to call the number,” Taehyung shouts, trying to chase down a frantic Jimin.

They’ve somehow managed to find your Instagram and your business number. Jimin couldn’t wait for a second to dial the digits and speak with you, and neither can he.

When Jimin comes beside him for protection from Taehyung, Yoongi grabs the phone and instantly hears it ringing. He starts tapping the desk impatiently, ignoring Jimin’s wails and pleas. He’ll give him the phone after he’s done so he can whine, but this is urgent. You need to make the necessary changes to his emoji immediately or take it down completely.

If you don’t… Well, he’ll cross that bridge when he gets there.

Just when he believes it’ll go to voicemail, someone answers the phone. They introduce themselves as the creator and ask how they may insist. Yoongi introduces himself also, and after 5 minutes of back and forth because you thought you were getting pranked, he FaceTimes you.

“Woah. It is you,” you gasp. “All of you.”

“Yeah. Anyway, back to our discussion.”

You blink your eyes as if you’re snapping out of a trance, then look directly at Yoongi.

“Sorry, what were you saying? I wasn’t listening because I thought you were fucking with me,” you admit.

With a groan, Yoongi repeats himself.

“Those emojis you made, the Bangtan Super Cock set. It’s inaccurate.”

“No, it’s not,” you deny.

The other members are summoned by Namjoon for practice, and Yoongi waves, signaling he’ll be following shortly.

“Oh, hell yeah it is,” he scoffs.

“How so?”

Yoongi can hear mischief in your voice. He wasn’t born yesterday. He knows how this goes.

“Look, all I’m saying is mine has no texture or detail. It’s boring and looks nothing like the real thing.”

Your giggles have him both annoyed and amused because you’re actually kind of cute. You’re definitely not someone he’d suspect to be making these types of things.

“What texture or details did I neglect to add, Suga-Man?”

“Cut the shit,” he orders, but you continue to tease.

He’s thankful the others are out of here because he’d never hear the end of this.

“Can you just add something to make it look less sleek?”

“No,” you cackle. “Why would I do that?”

“Because—”

He almost slips up, but he catches himself.

“Look, just do it or I’ll sue you,” he threatens.

“You can’t do that.”

“I can try.”

There is more laughter on your end of the line before you eventually stop and tilt your head.

“Why does it matter so much?” you ask. “I mean… It must be serious if you called this number. No one calls this number. I’m just a small content creator.”

You make it seem like your work isn’t mind blowing. He wouldn’t know where to start, and yet you have hundreds of emojis created, and they’re free. But he can’t go on like this. Not when he knows there’s a misrepresentation of his cock going around. No way.

“Just add some veins, and that’ll do,” he mutters.

Once again, you giggle.

“Nope. My creations come from my mind, and that is what my brain told me to draw.”

“You hate me, don’t you?”

“Of course not,” you assure. “You’re my bias.”

“Then add the effects and make me look good!”

“It doesn’t work like that,” you argue.

Yoongi pinches the bridge of his nose and tries his best to work on an effective strategy.

“I’ll pay you,” he offers, but you refuse.

“I’m good.”

Silence follows, and you both are just staring at each other at this point. Time is winding down, and Namjoon will come looking for him in a minute. The longer he stays on this call, the bigger the risk he has of getting caught. He’s already playing a dangerous game. You could be recording all of this, and he wouldn’t know until it’s slapping him in the face. This really wasn’t worth getting flustered over now that he thinks about it.

“Why are you so passionate about this?” you ask. He can hear the genuine curiosity in your tone, so he answers truthfully.

“My cock isn’t boring,” he repeats. “It’s not average.”

A long sigh travels past your semi-parted lips as you lean forward, getting closer to the screen. Damn, you aren’t just cute. You’re hot. Now he’s definitely embarrassed.

Your smirk has him thinking you’ll show pity but looks can be very deceiving he’ll learn. You end the call with a challenge.

“Prove it.”

Yoongi sits there until the members physically force him to come practice. He never mentions what happened on that phone call, but best believe, it’s still lingering in his mind.

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Rewrite the Stars

Summary: Austin is feeling homesick while filming Elvis and gets one hell of a birthday surprise!

Rating: General Audiences

Words: 3.6K (I swear this was meant to be a quick drabble, and yet here I am finishing this at almost five in the morning...oops?)

Warnings: Lots of pining from our boi here

Author's Note: This was written for @foreverdolly. I hope this fills the pining!Austin feels you were hoping for! Perhaps if this gets enough likes (and if school and work permits me), I’ll write a part two! A couple of minor details- I headcanoned Austin here as more of a serial dater rather than anything involving Vanessa. It felt more suitable, given the pining angle I’m going for. Also, I wrote this like COVID never happened because that is a reality I’m sure we’d all love to live in right now. Enjoy!

Austin knew that filming Elvis would be hard. One doesn’t go into a project about a beloved figure of American pop culture thinking it will be a walk in the park. Hell, the months-long audition process made that abundantly clear. But the most challenging part wasn’t the months and months of vocal training, singing lessons, costume fitting, or reading every possible book and watching every video about Elvis Aaron Presley he could get his hands on.

It was being away from his friends and family.

It was just him alone in an apartment halfway across the globe from the place and people he called home. It didn’t matter how many FaceTime calls he made with his sister Ashley or his childhood best friend Y/N or how many care packages they sent filled with his favorite snacks. Eventually, the calls ended, and the snacks were eaten.

His birthday was around the corner, although he was surprised he even registered that it was close. He texted Y/N to see if maybe you would be able to fly down for a quick visit. He even offered to pay for your plane ticket and introduce her to Baz, one of your favorite directors. That morning while he was in hair and makeup, you texted back, “Get me a spot on the soundtrack, and you got a deal!”

He snorted at the reference to the joke you made when he told you that he got the part…after screaming and crying out of excitement and happiness for him. You were the first person he wanted to tell when he got the news. You had been the one that encouraged him to go for the part in the first place. It had become a tradition between the two of you. Celebrating each other’s big moments. He remembered the day you told him about your record deal. He always believed you had the talent to follow your dreams. Growing up, you always wrote poetry and bits of songs, and the two of you constantly played guitar and piano in your room. It was one of the few spaces he felt comfortable enough to be himself. You never got frustrated with his shyness or anxiety, even agreeing to play in the dark to make him feel more comfortable. When you won your first Grammy, he was in the crowd, clapping until his hands ached.

Your subsequent text made his heart sink. “In all seriousness, I wish I could be there for your b-day. (Don’t think I forgot!) But I’m in the middle of recording my next album and my producer is a workhorse. I’m so sorry, Aus.”

“It’s okay,” he texted back. “It’s just 29. Should be done with filming before I turn 30 and we can do that one big!”

You sent back thumbs-up and blue heart emojis, and he tucked his phone into his pocket. There was a small lump in his throat. He closed his eyes for a moment. The last thing he wanted to do was cry over something so dumb. Because it was dumb! People didn’t stop living their lives back home just because he was in Australia. Jobs had to be done, bills had to be paid, and his feeling homesick like a little kid didn’t change that. His sister had sent back a similar response when he asked if she could come for a visit. He told her he understood and to not worry about him.

“Are you all right, Austin?”

He opened his eyes to his makeup artist Trisha looking at him in the mirror. She had a gift for reading his moods. Sometimes, he wished she wasn’t so accurate. He shrugged and mumbled, “Just got a disappointing text from home.”

“Sorry to hear that,” she said. She stayed silent for a moment, brushing more bronzer onto his face. “Want to talk about it?”

The lump in his throat hurt to talk around. “Not really.”

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The day before his birthday, Baz picked Austin up at his apartment. He had a coffee waiting and was listening to the usual Elvis Presley playlist. He had long stopped being surprised by the Australian director’s eccentric nature. What surprised him was Baz didn’t drive them directly to set. Austin looked at the older man and asked, “Where we goin’?”

Baz just shrugged as he flipped on the turn signal. “The airport.”

This confused Austin. He tried to mask this by joking, “Is this your way of telling me I’m fired?”

That prompted a laugh out of Baz. “Nothing of the sort. I’m just picking up a friend. Flying them in for a special cameo for the film. I thought you’d like to tag along.”

“I’m not needed on set?”

“That is the beauty of being the director,” Baz replied with a grin. “I determine where you’re needed.”

Austin picked up the coffee Baz bought him and took a sip. “That’s not ominous at all, Mr. Luhrman.”

The two of you spent the rest of the drive discussing work. What Baz had planned, any concerns Austin may have, and what could be done to fix them. He loved working with Baz. He was unlike any director Austin had worked with previously. The man had a vision but never let that stop him from treating his cast and crew respectfully. Austin’s time in Hollywood had shown him what a rare quality that was in a director.

Before they knew it, they had arrived at the Brisbane airport. Baz had been tight-lipped about who exactly they were coming to get. He was happy he took care of getting dressed this morning. The weather flipped down in the Southern Hemisphere, so he woke up to a cold snap that morning. He put on a navy cashmere sweater Ashley bought him before he left. The closer his birthday got, the more intense his homesickness felt.

Baz parked the car, and the two of them headed inside. They were stopped a couple of times by fans eager for a selfie or an autograph. Austin watched as a young woman told Baz how she was inspired by his work to go to film school. He gave her some words of wisdom and agreed to take a photo with her. It was touching to witness and a lesson on how to talk with fans. Finally, they arrived at the area where people waited for arrivals. Austin turned and asked, “Gonna let me in on who we’re meeting?”

Baz looked up from his phone and simply gestured in the distance. Austin turned to where Baz was pointing and thought his heart would stop. It was Ashley and Y/N! They were here in Australia! Austin turned back to Baz, who simply said, “Happy birthday, son.”

Austin wasted no time sprinting toward the two women. He pulled his big sister in for a hug first, squeezing her tight and saying through tears, “If this is a dream, I hope I never wake up.”

He felt Ashley rub his back. “This is very real, little brother. And you have Baz and Y/N to thank for all this.”

He pulled away from his sister to see you standing there. Your eyes were glassy with tears even as you joked, “Well if you weren’t going to get me on the soundtrack, I figured I had to do it myself.”

Austin choked out a laugh and picked you up, spinning you around and squeezing you tight. His nickname for you growing up was Tink because of your tiny frame and fiery temper. When he finally set you down, he looked down at you as you explained, “Me and Ashley have been worried about you lately. You seemed really blue. So, I did the L.A. thing: I had my people reach out to Baz’s people and ask if we couldn’t arrange a surprise for your birthday.”

By this point, Baz had joined all three of you. He clapped Austin on the back and said, “I know that the Method is all the rage in Hollywood, but I don’t see sense in tormenting yourself needlessly. We can put production on pause for a little bit. Spend some time with these beautiful women who love you very much.”

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That night, the three of you decided to stay at Ausitn’s place and order takeout later that evening. You were slightly more experienced with jetlag, but Ashley required a late afternoon nap. That gave the two of you time to catch up. Austin asked how work on your new album was going and just let your voice live and in person wash over him. You wore one of his t-shirts and a pair of sweatpants. Your hair was in a messy bun on top of your head, and your face was covered with one of those Korean skincare masks you loved. But to Austin, plain or dressed for a red carpet, you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

He had always been a little in love with you. The timing never seemed to be on his side enough to make a move. As a teen, he was intimidated by your sudden rise to fame through MySpace. One day, you were posting songs you wrote, then suddenly, you had a record deal and were playing across the country. The last thing you needed was some awkward guy next to you whose biggest claim to fame was bit parts on iCarly and Hannah Montana.

As you both got older and started dating people, Austin figured maybe the two of you were meant to be just friends. He remembered watching a movie with that phrase as the title and the rant you went on after the movie ended.

“I swear to God,” you raged, “guys feel like just because they have feelings for a woman and treat her like a human being, that makes them entitled to sex with us! It’s disgusting! ‘Nice guys finish last’ is such misogynistic bullshit.”

You looked at him after finishing and squeezed his arm. “I’m so glad you’re not like that, Austin. You are rare among your gender.”

He never wanted to be that for you, either. He loved you as a person before he fell in love with you. The last thing he wanted was to be another creep trying to get into your pants. You had a long-term boyfriend, Trevor, who Austin could not stand. He was also a musician, and you met while on tour for your second album. It seemed like a match made in heaven. But Trevor had a nasty habit of comparing your careers, with his being more “legitimate” because he didn’t have to use the internet to become successful. It was a point he learned not to bring up around you or Austin unless he was ready for an argument to ensue.

“You know you’re going to have to introduce me to Tom Hanks,” you said, your eyes bright with excitement. “You know Forrest Gump is one of my favorite movies of all time. God knows how often I’ve watched Toy Story, Sleepless in Seattle, or You’ve Got Mail. I practically grew up with Tom Hanks!”

Austin grinned. “Ah, and so the true motivation for this trip emerges.”

“Oh, you were just a great bonus,” you teased as you removed your mask and massaged the excess product into your skin. “I’m here to see Woody.”

Austin laughed. Your presence melted away all of the angst he had been feeling lately. His whole body felt relaxed and at ease for the first time in months. At this moment, he didn’t have to worry about being ready for the set or rehearsing the same sequence for hours on end. He could just be Austin.

He reached out to squeeze your hand. You smiled and squeezed his back. His voice cracked as he whispered, “I’m so happy you’re here.”

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be,” you replied.

You reached out to pull his head down and kissed his forehead. He couldn’t stop himself from encircling your wrist with his hand as you did. You pulled away slightly, and for a moment, you both breathed the same air. Your eyes connected. It could be so easy. He could just lean forward and do what he had been dreaming about for ages. He rubbed your inner wrist and found a racing pulse. You were so close. But…he wouldn’t do that to you. Austin knew how you felt about cheating, no matter how innocent the act was.

He was the first to break the moment. Clearing his throat, he pulled away and said, trying to force a laugh, “Don’t let Trevor hear you say that. How’s he doing, by the way? Still on tour?”

Something fell over your eyes at that moment. Before he could question it, you laughed harshly and said, “Yup, still touring. I think he’s still pissed because I told him I didn’t want his help on my next album. He’s been weird since I helped improve one of his singles by making it a duet. So now he’s needlessly looking for “improvements” in my work.”

Leave his sorry ass, Austin wanted to snap. You’re twice the songwriter he will ever be, and you deserve someone who recognizes true talent. The words were on the tip of his tongue. Instead, he said, “I’m sorry. Maybe it’s just a rough patch?”

“Yeah, maybe,” you replied. “But…they seem to be coming more frequently here lately.”

Scrubbing your face, you jumped up and said, “Bleh, enough about Trevor. Let’s see if Ashley has recovered enough so we can order something to eat. I’m starving!”

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People could never say that Baz Luhrmann was a subtle man. For Austin’s birthday the following evening, he rented a restaurant with an adjoining karaoke bar. This surprise party had been well-planned. Catherine even decorated the space and ensured the manager secured any recording devices from non-guests. When the trio arrived, Austin hugged Baz and Catherine and thanked them for such kindness and generosity. Ashley wore a dusty rose off-the-shoulder dress with an A-line skirt that looked gorgeous. You looked stunning in a black cocktail dress inspired by Breakfast at Tiffany’s, complete with an updo and tiara. When you finally emerged from Austin’s bedroom, he mumbled, “Hello, gorgeous.”

You winked and said, “Thanks, but wrong movie.”

There was the usual dinner and giving of gifts. Baz, Tom, and others gave speeches, praising Austin so much that by the end, he was a puddle of tears and emotion. At the end of the dinner, he couldn’t say more than, “Thank you for all over this. Making this movie and being here with all of you has been one of the best experiences of my life. I will carry it with me and treasure it always.”

Once the dinner concluded, the party moved to the karaoke bar. Baz and you, as Austin figured, got along like a house on fire. Both of you were music nerds and kept trying to outdo each other in karaoke performances. You won the night with a spirited rendition of Tina Turner’s Proud Mary that saw your heels kicked into the crowd, your updo wholly wrecked, and Olivia holding your tiara as she screamed and cheered. As you exited the stage, Baz stood and bowed, saying, “I know when I’m beaten. Now, what’s this about you wanting to be on the soundtrack?”

A few others took turns on the stage. Dacre, Luke, and Adam tried to sing together to Billy Joel’s Uptown Girl. Tom and Rita sang I Got You, Babe before bidding everyone good night. Olivia, Ashley, Catherine, and you giggled through Wannabe by the Spice Girls. After the song ended, Olivia, Ashley, and Catherine teetered their way back off stage, but you remained. Putting a hand on your hip, you said into the microphone, “Mr. Butler…you are the only one who has not sung this evening. It’s time we fixed that. Get your ass up here!”

Everyone began chanting Austin’s name until he shrugged off his jacket and tie and joined you on stage. You had a look on your face that seemed both nervous and excited. Ever the performer, you turned back to the crowd and said, “Now, D.J., before you start the song we spoke about earlier, I wanna tell everyone here a little story about Austin and me.”

“Oh Jesus,” Austin said loud enough that the mic picked him up.

“Hush you,” you smacked his shoulder. “Anywho, me and Austin have a favorite pastime back home of watching bad movies together. It’s kind of like Mystery Science Theater 3000, snarking comments and all. Well, one of our favorites to watch is The Greatest Showman.”

This prompted boos and shouts from the crowd, to which you replied, “I know, I know. The movie made over a billion, and Hugh Jackman is your national treasure.”

You paused to allow people to cheer for their man before continuing, “But as an American…the movie is ridiculous. P.T. Barnum was a dick who did not deserve the talents of Mr. Hugh Jackman! But that soundtrack fucking rules! There would be nights when Austin and I couldn’t sleep, and we would drive around L.A. screaming that soundtrack at the tops of our lungs!”

You finally turned back to Austin, and he felt butterflies in his stomach. You smiled at him as your voice softened. “So we’re going to sing you of those songs tonight. Apologies in advance to Zendaya and Zac. May you never see this.”

Oh, Jesus…it was that song. You motioned for him to come closer. The butterflies were now a hurricane. He was about to sing a love song in front of a crowd of people to the woman he wanted more than anything. What could possibly go wrong?

“You know I want you,” Austin began, his voice shaky with nerves. “It’s not a secret I try to hide. I know you want me. So don’t keep saying our hands tied.”

A few people cheered, sensing his nerves. He grinned, and as the verse progressed, he felt his confidence growing. The two of you had watched this movie so many times, you began doing a facsimile of the scene from the film on stage. You kept your eyes downcast, your body turned away from him, as if you were fighting against this as much as you wanted to give in. At last, you came together at the end of the chorus, Austin going so far as to put his hand around your waist and tuck your hair behind your ear as he sang, “So why don’t we rewrite the stars? Maybe the world could be ours tonight?”

You took the microphone from the stand and took a giant step back as the music continued. Austin could hear his heart pounding in his ears. The look in your eyes reminded him of the look from yesterday. You lifted the microphone and sang, “You think it’s easy? You think I don’t want to run to you? But there are mountains and there are doors that we can’t walk through.”

You began walking along the edge of the stage and gesturing to the crowd as you continued to sing. Austin followed you as he felt the desperation behind the song's words for the first time. As you sang the chorus to the audience, he led you back to the center of the stage. And what’s more, you let yourself be guided back. You placed the microphone as the chorus ended, and you both began belting the bridge.

“All I want is to fly with you! All I want is to fall with you! So just give me all of you…”

There seemed to be something in your voice as you sang of this being impossible. Was he making this up? Was it just the two of you committing to the bit, as it were? The edges started to blur for Austin. Were they blurring for you too?

“You know I want you,” you sang finally, your voice just as shaky as he was at the song's beginning. “It’s not a secret I try to hide. But I can’t have you. We’re bound to fate, and my hands are tied.”

Both of you were startled when everyone began cheering. In those brief moments, they seemed to fade into the background. Before Austin even had time to process what the hell happened, you said into the microphone, “And that’s enough from me. Austin, thank you for humoring me. Maybe we can get him to sing an Elvis song next?”

He was shell-shocked as you hurried off stage to rejoin Ashley and Olivia. He wanted to follow you. He wanted to take you somewhere quiet and private and ask a million questions. What did you mean by that song choice? Were you trying to tell him something? But before he could even think of what to do first, he heard the all-too-familiar chords of Jailhouse Rock blast from the speakers.

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A few days after you and Ashley returned to L.A., he got an email from his big sister. She had recorded your performance of Rewrite the Stars that night. The only text in the email stated, “If this is anything to go off of, I think you can, baby brother. Don’t waste this moment.”

Author’s Note: So…do we need a part two? Let me know down below! Likes, comments, and reblogs are cherished and adored.

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