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pahtoosh · 1 month

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[image ID: photos of sebastian stan, chris evans, and various stuffed animals photoshopped onto a yellow background. sebastian stan is holding a round wolf stuffed animal and looking into the distance. chris evans is hiding a smile with a hand over his mouth. the stuffed animals include four frowning stuffed animals and one smiling one. /.end ID]

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18+

wc: ~2400 words

warnings: reader takes a little tumble

a/n: this was inspired by @angelbaby-fics ! Chloe, thank you for showing me your turtle and inspiring this whole piece! (side note: if anyone would like to talk about their stuffies, I would LOVE to hear about them!!

pairing: stucky x gn!little!reader

summary: sam gets a stuffed animal for reader that frowns like bucky! things get out of hand when the other avengers join in and buy reader way too many grumpy stuffies

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It all started when Sam came back from a mission in late June. The Avengers would sometimes bring back presents when they went overseas. They didn’t always have the time to stop by a gift shop but when they did, the gifts were always cherished and held a little closer when the Avenger eventually had to travel again.

Two weeks before his mission, you had gotten very close with Sam. Your daddies asked him to watch over you one day and he gave you a whole adventure. He took you to a pottery painting studio, then the park, and ended the day with the best ice cream you’ve ever had. From then on, you were inseparable.

During group meal times, you’d make jokes with him across the table. If you were allowed in the room for a meeting, you’d pass notes back and forth. Sam would also play with you during Tony’s summer parties; he was going to let you fly with redwing before Bucky marched outside and confined you to his hip for the rest of the night. You didn’t mind too much though, the sky probably wasn’t as comfortable as being held by Baba.

Your attachment to Sam made this mission all the more difficult for everyone involved. You, because you missed your friend. Sam, because he missed your happy giggles and felt bad for leaving you right when he finally gained your trust. And your daddies because they had to witness you get sad every time something reminded you of Sam.

Fortunately, the mission was going well and he was expected to return right on time. On his last day, Sam was looking both ways to cross the street when a stuffed animal in a display window caught his eye. He looked at his watch to see if he had enough time to make his flight, then quickly entered the store and bought the plushie because he knew you’d love it.

On the plane, Sam sat with the plushie in his lap to keep it safe. It was still in the bag from the store, looking like an oddly shaped lump in a now wrinkly paper bag. When Sam returned to the tower, Steve was the first to greet him before you nudged your Dada out of the way to give Sam a bone-crushing hug.

“I missed you, Sammy!”

“I missed you too, peanut.” He kneeled down and handed you the paper bag. “I gotcha something.”

You beamed at him. “Thank you! I love it!”

Sam laughed. “You haven’t even opened it yet!”

“I already know I’m gonna like it because it’s from you,” you said, matter of factly. “But okay.”

You opened the bag and gasped when you saw the plush.

It was a soft turtle with a slightly slouched posture, but that wasn’t the part you were focused on. Your favorite part was the plushie’s grumpy expression. It looked just like Bucky.

“HE HAS BABA FACE! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!” You screamed your gratitude while running circles around the trio of Sam and your daddies. Sam and Steve were barely holding in their laughter, meanwhile Bucky stood confused, but happy that you were happy. Despite his super hearing, he wasn’t sure if he heard you correctly. Did you say baba face? Or maybe you said bubble face?

Bucky figured that this wasn’t something he needed the answers to immediately, so he didn’t ask any questions and resolved to watching you tire yourself out.

The grumpy turtle became your new shadow. Everywhere you went, so did the plush. You’d have it tucked under your arm while running through the compound. During mealtimes in your home, the turtle would get his own chair and toy food. Outside, you kept your turtle in a drawstring backpack with the head poking out so he could see the world too. When your daddies carried you around, you’d make a silly game out of making the turtle mess up your Dada’s hair or bite your Baba’s ears.

Even before giving you the turtle, Sam loved to boast about how he was your favorite Avenger(you didn’t have a favorite, but you didn’t have the heart to correct him on that when he kept giving you all of his attention). When you all played hide and seek, he bragged for three days straight about how you chose him to be your partner. Your attachment to the turtle only heightened his pride.

He always asked you where the turtle was, knowing it couldn’t be more than three feet away from you. Sam made a big fuss about the turtle having his own seat at the dinner table and fell victim to your strength and contagious giggles when you pushed him out of his seat to make room for your turtle. Sam learned his lesson that day and didn’t fight for the turtle to have his own chair in the debriefing room. However, he did bring in an extra stool for the plush. Sam even bought you the very drawstring backpack that allowed you to take your new friend on your outdoor adventures. In private, he’d ask you about how the turtle was settling into his new home and gave him the gentlest kiss when you said the turtle needed more lovin’.

The others all thought your friendship with Sam was adorable, but there was one person who saw this as an opportunity for some friendly competition. Natasha knew that there was room in your heart for more than one avenger bestie, so she devised a plan to take her spot. She had two missions in August–the first: survey a crime group that’s suspected to have ties with Zemo. The second: give you a gift worthy of four days of bragging.

After successful recon, Natasha’s plane landed in the Avenger’s HQ. She turned in her paperwork that she completed on the flight home, then went to freshen up so she could give you your gift. Natasha found you cuddled up with Steve in the movie room watching some old cartoon. She knocked on the door.

“Got any room for a couple more friends on that couch?”

“Natty, you’re back!” You untangled yourself from Steve and ran to give her a hug. You looked behind her expecting to see more of the group. “Where’s the other friends?”

She held up a bag with the arm that wasn’t hugging you. “Your new friend traveled a long way to get here.”

You squealed and hugged Natasha again before accepting the bag from her hand and kneeling on the floor to pull out the tissue paper and free your gift.

“You guys are spoiling them, you know that?” Steve asked, lightheartedly from the couch.

“Oh hush, how many hours of screen time have you given them today?”

Steve opened and closed his mouth a couple times, not expecting the question.

“Doesn’t count if the movies came from your time, right?”

Any response from Steve was cut off by your cheering.

“BABA OCTOPUS!! BABATOPUS!!” you held up the plush proudly like it was Simba. “Dada, look!”

“Oh he’s beautiful, baby.” Steve chuckled at the round, bright red octopus plush with a deep frown on its face. “What do you say to Nat?”

“THANK YOU NAAAT!” you yelled. Excitement flickered across your face once more, then you ran out of the movie room with the octopus securely tucked under your arm.

“Where are you going, baby? And no running indoors!” Steve shouted as he chased after you.

You slowed for a bit, but kept moving at a swift pace. “I hav’ta show Baba my new friend!”

Natasha watched your little race from the movie room with an amused grin on her face. During dinner that night, she enjoyed the shocked look on Sam’s face when you pulled up with two grumpy plushies and pretended to feed the octopus before the turtle.

Sam turned to Natasha. “You have no idea what you’ve just started.”

She smirked. “And you have no idea what you’re getting into.”

Steve leaned over to whisper to Bucky. “We’re gonna need more space in the playroom.”

𓏲 ࣪₊♡

The competition expanded beyond Natasha and Sam. All of the Avengers were determined to find the next grumpy plush to win your heart. There was a penguin from Peter, a frog from Thor, a cat from Tony, and a panda from Wanda. Your collection was starting to get out of control. You desperately wanted to carry all of your plushies everywhere with you to keep things fair, but your daddies put an end to that when you tripped on the sidewalk while trying to push a stroller full of scowling stuffed animals.

Bucky decided to help you create a system so you could fairly pick one plushie from the collection to carry around for the day. He made small slips of paper so you could write down their names and pull one out of a cup each morning. He brought his supplies to you while you were having an afternoon snack at the dining table. His heart broke seeing you with your knees bandaged up and the streaks of dried tears from the fall earlier today still on your face.

“Hi, Baba,” you sniffled.

“Hey, sweetie. What’s going on? You eatin’ your snack?”

“Mhm.”

“Why aren’t you eating at the kitchen island, baby? You always eat your snack there.”

You pouted and gestured to the plushies sitting around you. “I can’t fit all my friends there.”

“Oh I know, bubs. It must be so hard carrying all these guys around, huh?” He mentally scolded himself for leaving you alone during your snack. He should’ve known better than to expect you to stay put when your little friends were trapped inside the stroller. It must’ve taken so long to arrange the plushies around the table with your injury.

You perked up at his next words.

“Baba has something for you.” Bucky spread out the slips of paper on the table and placed a cup next to them. “You can write down the names of all your little friends on these papers and pick one name out of the cup to decide which one you’re walking around with for the day. Does that sound fair?”

You shrugged, “I guess I can do that.” You really would’ve liked a solution that allowed you to bring all of the grumpy plushies with you everywhere, but deep down you knew that it just wasn’t practical. You took the pencil that Bucky held out for you and started writing down your plushies’ names.

Your Baba lovingly kissed the top of your head and rubbed your back while you wrote. He loved watching you focus on a task. He almost didn’t notice what you were writing down.

Bucky squinted then blinked a couple of times, not believing what he saw. “Baby, why are you writing ‘Baba’ on everything?”

You paused and tilted your head back to look at him. “That’s their names. Baba Turtle and Baba Cat and Baba Bear and Baba-”

“Why do you call them that?”

“‘Cause look!” You picked up the grumpy frog sitting next to you and held it out for Bucky to see. “They look like Baba!” You hugged the plushie before setting it back down to continue writing.

Bucky’s heart melted. His sweet, wonderful baby was so attached to these plushies that reminded them of him. His signature scowl that often got him into trouble brought them comfort. His friends even noticed and spoiled his baby rotten with even more of these toys.

Bucky continued watching you work. He looked at the plushies differently now.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡

Steve and Bucky were cleaning your playroom. Normally this would be your responsibility, but you had gone to bed a little earlier, and they didn’t want you walking too much with your injury. Steve was putting your plushies into their designated bins. He wasn’t harsh with them, but his efficient method of gathering an armful and plopping them down certainly would have raised an eyebrow from you.

“Hey, go easy with turtle me,” Bucky teased.

“Turtle you?” Steve asked.

Bucky nodded proudly, then held the plush up to his face. “Don’t you see the resemblance?”

“Whatever, punk. At least my face isn’t the reason we have a 50 gallon bin of stuffed animals.” Steve turned around and kept cleaning, completely missing the look of excitement on Bucky’s face.

The next day, your Baba volunteered to pick up breakfast while Steve helped you get ready. Bucky stopped by a toy store on his way to the bakery. He’d seen this particular plushie before and knew that this was the perfect moment to get it for you. Not too long later, he was entering your home with bagels in one hand and your new friend in the other.

Bucky hid the plush behind his back when he heard you and Steve walking towards him.

“Hi, Baba!”

“Good morning, baby.” Bucky leaned down to kiss your forehead, then kissed Steve’s cheek as a thanks when he handed off the box of bagels.

You hugged Bucky and couldn’t help but notice that one of his hands wasn’t hugging you back.

“Baba, hug me better,” you whined.

Bucky laughed. “Hang on, I’ve got somethin’ for ya.”

You gasped in excitement and took a step back so you could see. Bucky revealed the plush with a dramatic flourish, then somewhat nervously waited for your reaction. The stuffed animal had you in shock. It was a stuffed giraffe that stood with the most perfect posture. It had spiky hair, blue eyes, and a charming smile. You knew exactly who it was supposed to resemble.

“IT'S DADA!” You squealed and graciously took the plush while running to the kitchen where Steve was. He was already making his way to you when he heard your scream.

“Dada’s right here, bubba. What’s going on?”

You held up the plush while doing a little dance. “Look! It’s a Dada giraffe!”

Steve laughed then ran a hand over his face when he made the connection. You ran off to your playroom, saying something about “finding a Baba for this Dada” while your daddies shared a look.

Bucky brought in Steve for a hug, patting his dumbfounded lover on the back. He playfully whispered in his ear, “We’re gonna need more space in the playroom.”

#stucky x little!reader #daddy!stucky x little!reader #gn!little!reader #oneshot #fluff #sfw regression #agere fic #marvel agere #sfw agere #baba face #baba-face #toosh writes #plushie fic #stuffie fic

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moiravim · 1 year

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Let it Out.

Overprotective!Bucky x gn!yn

hurt/comfort

Summary: YN gets kidnapped by hydra during a mission. Bucky saves and comforts them.

TW:blood, weapons, hydra

Working with the avengers, you knew there was a chance of getting hurt on missions. What you didn't expect was to be used as bait for Hydra, causing you to be captured by them.

You'd been with them for a week and all they've done is torture you in an attempt to get information out of the avengers.

By now you were just wishing that someone would do or say something to get you out of here.

Bucky had been on a mission with Sam when he came back to see that you were still gone.

He knew you should have been back by now so it worried him more than it usually would have.

He went straight to Steve to ask where you were and Steve told him the truth. "What the hell do you mean by they're with Hydra?!?" Bucky yells.

Steve's voice softens as he responds "It was the only way..." Bucky glares at him before storming off.

He then went to Clint, who had been on the mission with you. "Where are they? Where's yn." Clint looked at him with sad eyes.

He gives Bucky the location of the hydra base, but refuses to help find you. "It's too much of a risk" Clint defends himself.

"You put YN at risk!" Becky argues back before leaving the compound with nothing but a few weapons.

He goes into the car Tony had lent him and immediately starts driving to the location Clint had given him.

You continue to cry as a man just in a doctor's uniform cuts into your skin. "Shhh... There's no reason to cry" The man says, causing you to cry harder.

The two of you hear gunshots coming from the hallway outside of the metal door. The man sets down his tools and walks out through the back door.

Your sobs grow louder as the gunshots get closer. 'How could this possibly get worse' you think to yourself.

The door is broken open and you squeeze your eyes shut.

"Oh baby.. oh baby, what did they do to you.." you hear a recognizable voice say. You peek your eyes open to see Bucky.

He unrestrains you and carries you with his right arm while holding his gun in his left hand. "You're safe now. It's okay. It's okay, let it all out."

You slowly stop crying as he carries you out of the Hydra base and into his car. You fall asleep on the car ride home while Bucky carefully drives you.

By the time you wake up, you're in the medical Wing of the avengers Tower. You're covered in fluffy blankets with your favorite flowers on your bedside table.

A soft plush of your favorite animal is rested under your arm and Bucky is rested on a chair next to your bed.

You smile as you look around at the warm room. Bucky starts to move, slowly waking up. He smiles when he sees your wake and asks; "are you okay?".

You nod and smile back at him. He rubs your shoulder with his hand and places a kiss on your forehead.

"I won't ever let them hurt you again.." He states protectively.

And it was true. Bucky became much more protective over you, refusing to let you go on missions without him. He didn't trust anyone else around you.

He helped you heal and get better both mentally and physically. Whenever you cry he'd hold you and encourage you not to hide your emotions.

#marvel x reader #marvel #bucky x reader #bucky barns x y/n #bucky barnes x reader #bucky imagine #bucky barnes #hurt/comfort #bucky hurt/comfort #yandere marvel #overprotective #overprotective bucky barnes #yandere bucky barnes #winter soldier #winter soldier x reader

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studentinpursuitofclouds · 10 months

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What are the biggest fears of the townspeople in Stardew Valley?

Ok, this is a very interesting question. I tried to take into account the canonical fears of people (the same Abigail and Harvey), as they have dialogues that reveal their fears. Thanks for the ask, dear anon, and enjoy!

Warning: there are references to various phobias as well as sad and unpleasant moments. There is no detailed description but still it is worth warning, it may be unpleasant for someone to read.

Rats. Haley is terribly afraid of rats. Huge and scary rodents almost the size of Haley's handbag ... Eeeeeeep, gross!

To be buried alive in a pile of stones in the mines, to die of starvation or wounds, so that later your soul wanders through these very mines like a damned spirit... For Marlon, this is probably the worst fate that he would not wish even an enemy.

Acrophobia made it impossible for Harvey to follow his dream of becoming a pilot, and to this day he has to face problems due to his fear of heights.

Kent fears that the war with the Gotoro Empire will knock on the door of Stardew Valley, the home of his family and friends.

For Shane, the worst thing is if something happens to his dearest niece. Given that they live close to the forest where wolves and bears live...

Clowns... Penny stays away from the man with the clown make-up at every Stardew Valley Fair.

No matter how much Clint grumbles about his work as a blacksmith and about Pelican Town residents, his biggest fear is being alone. Especially dying alone.

The mere thought of going to the doctor brings panic to poor Vincent's face. And if he needs to get a flu shot, then all the glass and windows will crack from loud crying.

Needles. Bummer, why does Sam need to take medicine not in the form of bitter pills, but as an injection? Of course, he's not as scared as his younger brother, but his mom said that Sam cried a lot louder at the doctor's appointment when he was a child.

Poor Jas is terrified of the dark and won't be able to sleep in her room without her nightlight and plush bunny.

Every day, the Wizard needs to check the seal on his wife's hut, for he is afraid that she, in a fit of revenge, will still be able to unleash her wrath on the innocent inhabitants of Stardew Valley. If this happens, he will never forgive himself.

Sebastian has always loved watching the sea, but swimming in the sea - no thanks. One unpleasant incident in childhood, in which he almost drowned in sea water, discourages the desire to swim even in adulthood.

A huge crowd of people is what Leah fears the most, because she knows many true stories when an uncontrollable crowd in a panic can accidentally knock a person to the ground and trample.

Once Pierre visited an exhibition of vintage dolls in Zuzu city with his wife and said to himself: never again. Why dolls? He himself cannot answer.

Snakes for Marnie. And it doesn't matter if they're poisonous or not. Just the sight of a snake makes her break out in a cold sweat.

Abigail is a brave girl, but spiders have always been her weakness. And the fact that there are monster spiders in the mines... Brrr!

No one argues that good-natured Emily loves animals very much, but the sight of a huge predator like a bear or a pack of wolves causes her only piercing fear. And no wonder, these are wild animals.

For Jodi, it's the fear of food poisoning. An even greater fear is that you will be poisoned by your own cooked food. Even more - if her husband and sons were poisoned at the same time. She always checks five times to see if there are any accidental insects or something else in the dough or in the soup.

Who would have thought that Elliott has signs of lyssophobia. Although he is a very creative and philosophical person, among such people there are often individuals who are afraid to go crazy.

More than once or twice Demetrius refused Sebastian and Mary to have a puppy in the house. And this is not because he is harmful, but because he is terribly afraid of them (the dogs, not the kids).

George is afraid of what is inevitable and, sooner or later, will come to everyone without exception - old age.

It's not for nothing that Robin scolds her husband strongly when he almost set a fire in their house due to an unsuccessful experiment - the prospect of being burned alive in an inexorable flame in his own house scares the town carpenter the most. She treated the wood of their house for the sake of seriousness to minimize the possibility of a fire.

Maru can't stand honey, and that's because honey is the sweet nectar from honeycombs, one of the triggers of her trypophobia.

Sea sirens strike terror into the heart of every sailor, and Willy is no exception. An insidious angelic voice that cannot be resisted will pull you and your ship to the bottom, to be eaten by fish. Some mermaids are kind, but the old sea wolf knows what these sea demons can be.

There is no greater nightmare for Alex than the return of his biological father to the Pelican Town.

Somehow, I got the feeling that Lewis has signs of technophobia. All these gadgets, computers and newfangled smartphones cause him irritation, and then fear when he is forced to use one of them.

Poor Evelyn's heart was broken when she buried her daughter, and she fears more than anything that she will have to bury her grandson too... No mother/grandmother should bury their precious children.

The fear of tall objects, buildings, statues is one of the reasons why Gus decided to settle in a calm Valley, and not work as a cook in a huge metropolis.

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joshsindigostreak · 4 months

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I See Hell in Your Eyes

Chapter Eight

“I’m so heavy in your arms.”

Josh Kiszka x Vampire!Reader

Authors Note: Helloooooooo! This has always been the chapter I’ve been wanting to write from the beginning, and I can’t wait to share it with y’all! Please give me your feedback after you’ve read it! I love hearing y’all’s thoughts. Also keep your eyes peeled because there are hints at Sam’s story and Danny’s story towards the end! (Ideally I want all four of them to get their own story in this universe ❤️) Onward!

Word Count: 6,714

Warnings: Graphic descriptions of blood. This one is SAD y’all so bring the tissues. No smut in this chapter.

The ride to Dimitri’s manor was a quiet one. Josh sat close to you in the back seat, never taking his eyes off the two men up front. One hand was resting on your thigh, the other was holding your other hand in his lap. It didn’t take a Vampire to feel how fast your pulse was racing, or how your anxiety was so high you were completely silent. His thumbs rubbed comforting circles wherever they could reach, trying to calm you down. Despite your hunter’s efforts, your mind would not stop circling the drain with every worst case scenario. You were dead. Truly dead. Josh will be too. Dimitri knows. He knows you committed high treason against your own kind. Monica was right, they’d have you Meet the Sun for this.

You had seen first hand over the decades what Dimitri did to traitors. He wasn’t flashy about it, having an audience was never the point. But he always made sure to hit where hurt the most. Right now? That place was Josh himself, and you knew that Dimitri knew that. You were so fucking stupid, of course he would see through that entire sham at the Den.

The black SUV you were traveling in took a sharp left turn, swiftly taking you out of the city. Even though Dimitri was at the Den most nights, his actual residence was far out of town. He preferred to spend his nights off away from the hustle and bustle, in his sprawling estate that few had seen in person, and even fewer had lived to tell about it.

Another turn, this time onto a side road that wound itself through the forest. The trees swallowed any lingering light from the city, leaving the SUV in its own bubble. The road narrowed the further you went, and started to incline. It wasn’t very mountainous outside of the city, but there were plenty of hills. Steep ones, with plenty of cliffs tall enough to get the job done. Your body didn’t produce bile the way humans did, but you swallowed whatever you had in your throat that threatened to bubble up into your mouth.

Josh, in the way he knew best, tried whispering comforts in your ear, which you faintly heard through the roaring in your ears. You felt his lips caress your ear as he spoke, those plush, perfect lips that mere hours ago were claiming you as his. You tried to remember the last kiss you had shared with him in your bed. A soft but secure kiss before you slumbered in his arms. You closed your eyes and melted into him, tempted to take off the seatbelt and crawl in his lap for the remainder of the drive. He peppered kisses into your hair and on your cheek, trying to find something that calmed your fears.

The narrow road suddenly opened up into a sprawling driveway, a semi-circle pavement monstrosity complete with an obnoxious fountain in the center that the SUV peeled around. Of course Dimitri would be the only address on this road. The literal end of the line. The vehicle lurched to a halt before the driver shut it off and calmly exited. The door to the right of Josh was yanked open, and both of the men were standing on either side, waiting for you to exit. Josh laced his fingers in yours before getting out first and helping you out. He refused to let go of your hand for a second.

The chilly night air nipped at your legs as you gazed upon the impressive manor. It consisted of three floors above ground, but you recalled rumors of an extensive basement system down below.

The Gothic architecture was almost too on the nose, something that Josh whispered in your ear, “the only thing he’s missing is a giant neon sign that says ‘a vampire lives here’ with a massive arrow pointing to the house.”

You bit your lip to keep from smiling, “he really leans into the stereotypes…”

The feeling of normalcy between you two was short lived, as the two henchmen ushered you up the stone steps leading into the manor. You weren’t a runner, but the fight or flight response was nearly impossible to ignore at this point. A simple squeeze of your hand by Josh brought you back to reality. The heavy wooden door was pulled open by one of the men, his hand gesturing for you two to enter. Because a Vampire owned this house, formal invitations weren’t necessary. Josh entered just a step ahead of you, preparing to get in the way of anything that could potentially attack.

However, the two of you were met to an empty foyer that opened up to a grand entrance hall. The hall was flanked by two massive identical staircases that mirrored each other and met at a shared landing high above you. The room was lit with flickering lights that mimicked candlelight, another way Dimitri stayed on theme.

The front door closed loudly behind you, leaving you alone and in complete silence. You heard familiar classical music being played down one of the halls, but you didn’t have much time to figure out exactly where when you heard the tapping of footsteps marching towards you. Within seconds, a Vampire in his fifties appeared at the bottom of the stairs, staring at you both with an unreadable expression. You could feel Josh jump a little at his sudden appearance, as most humans weren’t used to the fact that sometimes Vampires just…appeared at times. This habit along with the super speed was what started the false rumor that Vampires could teleport within shadow.

It took you a second to recognize him but it dawned on you, “it's been a long time, Phillip.”

The Vampire grimaced at your words, as he had never been very fond of you, “Dimitris would like to see you both in his study.”

You kept your gaze steady, not wanting Phillip of all Vampires to see you nervous, “lead the way.”

With a slight huff Phillip turned on his heel and led the two of you down the main hall to the right. As you walked, the sound of classical music met your ears, letting you know you were close. With Phillips walking in front, you took your chance and slid your hand into Josh’s with a firm grip. He squeezed back, and ran his thumb up and down the side of your hand. Phillip took a sharp left turn down a dimly lit corridor and the music grew louder. Ahead of him you could see flickering light pouring out of an open doorway. This was it.

He stopped in front of the door and ushered the two of you inside, where you found Dimitri lounging on a Victorian couch. He was staring into the roaring fire, his expression unreadable.

Dimitri briefly looked up to acknowledge your presence before sitting up straighter and squaring his shoulders, “ Leave us, Phillip. I wish to speak with them alone.” Phillip gave a curt nod before disappearing down the dark corridor. Dimitri gestured to the identical couch across from his, offering you and Josh a seat. His eyes were fixed on your joined hands as you sat down.

“Always a pleasure, darling.” You nodded, words failing you. “I’m sure you’re wondering why I brought you here. I apologize for the short notice but…the matter could not wait.” He smiled softly at you, continuing to study you both. “I feel we shouldn’t beat around the bush and get directly to the matter at hand.”

You gulped and didn’t care if he saw it or not.

“How long have you known, Mr. Kiszka here?” You knew it was coming, but him saying Josh’s name made your blood run cold. Before you could answer he said, “you almost had me with that fake name at the Den…but when I tasted his blood I knew right away who he was. Well, what family he came from, at least.”

“How-,” Josh interjected.

“Oh my dear Joshua, your great-grandfather’s blood tasted very similar,” he said matter-of-fact. Josh glared at the Vampire as his hand tensed in yours and you felt his whole body become rigid. “I’ve come across your family many times, but I’ve always eluded them of course,” a cool smile spread across his face. “Which is why it was so…interesting of you, darling, to bring one of them into my Blood Den under a false identity. I would even venture to say it was out of character.”

“Dimitri I-”

The older Vampire wasn’t finished, “however, it might surprise you to know I had no intention of doing anything about your little…indiscretion…for the time being. In fact I fully planned to merely observe how many times you’d bring your little hunter friend amongst us Vampires. Now, the real plot twist was you feeding on him the other night. That I did not expect at all. But the best part was that little Joshua here was enjoying it…” He smirked at Josh, who continued to glare at him.

You tried to keep your voice steady, “but if you weren’t going to do anything about it, then why are we here?”

Dimitri nodded and leaned forward, “yes the wrinkle in all of this was that someone went behind my back to the Council and told them everything.”

“Who the fuck-,” you started.

“You’ve probably noticed that Yvonne isn’t here tonight? Well, it seems someone got a little impatient in my promise to eventually turn her and she tried using this delicious piece of information to hopefully convince a member of,” he stopped to chuckle lightly and pinch the bridge of his nose, “the Council of all groups to turn her instead.”

Your eyes widened at the stupidity, there was no way the Council would turn a human for this. They were even more selective than Dimitri when it came to creating new Vampires. Yvonne had to be extremely desperate, stupid, or both to pull this move.

“I mean maybe it's my fault for keeping her around for nearly a decade on the promise of turning her? Humans are such impatient creatures,” he flicked his eyes back at Josh, “no offense.”

“What did the Council say to all of this?”

“You’re both in luck that I have a few friends on the Council that came directly to me with Yvonne’s betrayal, and thus a warning as to what they said to do about it.”

It was a good thing you were already sitting down, but Dimitri’s habit of drawing things out was making your anxiety so much worse.

“The first thing they did was tell me who the informant was. Yvonne was…quickly dealt with,” his voice trailed off, but you knew better than to ask the how and what about that situation, “and after that, they gave us a few options going forward.”

You could feel your hunter's hand going clammy, and his heartbeat could be heard over the crackling fire.

“The first option, and the one they wanted the most, was for you to Meet the Sun, darling,” for the first time in decades, you saw sadness creep into his eyes, “the second option of course, was just to flat out kill our dear Joshua. Both options had the obvious caveat of having you watch each other’s death. Which would then lead to the death of the one watching. So essentially it was more of a ‘who first’ matter.”

“Oh…,” it was all you could say. It was what you were fearing, but finally hearing Dimitri say it out loud made your vision blur and your knees shake.

“But,” Dimitri sat back against the couch, a satisfied grin replaced the sadness, “I had an even more poetic idea.”

“What could be more ‘poetic’ than that?” The sarcasm dripped from Josh’s voice.

Dimitri held his hands out, palms facing the two of you, as if he was telling you to brace yourselves, “why, stripping the Vampire Hunter’s humanity away, of course!”

“What,” you squeaked out.

“...and as a cherry on top, having you be the one to turn him!”

Your ears started ringing, “excuse me?”

“Oh think about it, darling. Turning not just any human, but a Kiszka? Do you know how many Vampire’s have tried to do that very thing and failed?”

“I can think of a few,” Josh deadpanned.

Dimitri gave Josh a look but continued, “you see, the worst way to insult a hunter, especially one from a family line, isn’t to kill them. Hunters love dying for the cause. No no, it's turning one. Why? Well darling I don’t know if your little friend here has told you, but they view being turned as a fate worse than death. In fact, they even view the mere suggestion of allowing a hunter-turned-vampire to exist as a walking advert of their failures. Isn’t that right, dear Joshua?”

Josh stilled next to you. It was true.

“Nothing worse than the hunter becoming the hunted, eh,” the older Vampire said with raised eyebrows.

You had to be hallucinating. This was all some wild nightmare you were having. Any second now you’d wake up in Josh’s arms, safely shielded by the sun in your bed. You dropped your face into your hands, rubbing your eyes but when you opened them you were still sitting in Dimitri’s cliched study.

“And if we don’t take that option,” you asked, still not believing what you were hearing.

Dimitri’s expression grew serious, “then as I said before, it would only be a matter of…who goes first.”

Josh stared at the ornate rug under his feet. The thought of you burning from the sun again made him nauseous. He could still hear how your skin sizzled and cracked open, the gasps of pain and the whimpers you tried to hide. The thought of you being held out in the open, more than likely in front of an audience, while you slowly burned to death, especially because of him, made the bile rise in his throat. The dream that he had had the first time he slept next to you invaded his mind, and he visibly shuddered. But on the other hand…if he agreed to this, to being turned, how would he tell Jake? Or Sam? What would he say to them?

“...and there’s really no other way?” Josh asked the obvious, but he needed to express it out loud.

Dimitri shook his head, “if I don’t give the Council a decision they’ll make one themselves, and I can promise that you don’t want it to get to that.”

Josh nodded his head, the skin on the back of his neck prickled hot, and he swallowed hard, “fine.”

You snapped your head to your left to look at him, “what do you mean, ‘fine’?”

“Turn me,” he slowly swiveled his gaze, meeting your eyes for a second before looking back at Dimitri, “I want her to do it, no one else.”

Dimitri sat back with a satisfied smile, “I knew you were smart, dear Joshua. She must mean a lot to you in order to give up your humanity like this.”

You stared at your hunter, tears filling your eyes, “no…” Painfully, a memory surfaced in your mind, from that first night in the Den. The brief banter you exchanged while you were explaining your favorite cocktail to him.

“A-Negative pairs really well with whiskey. Robust but not overpowering, gives you a great buzz. It's a shame you can’t find that out for yourself with your…humanity and all.”

Josh gave you a flat look, “I like my humanity just fine.”

“Suit yourself…though a hunter turned Vampire would be hilariously ironic.”

It was just a joke on your end, something silly to loosen him up, but now the words burned in your throat.

“You’re not dying because of me,” his words shook you from your thoughts.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for…”

“Out of our options…this is our only option, sweetheart.”

“I’ve never…I’ve never turned someone…”

“But you know how, darling, you know the procedure,” Dimitri offered from his couch.

You turned to look at the older Vampire, “and you’re ok with this? Turning someone new?”

“I wouldn’t have suggested it to the Council if I wasn’t. Plus, imagine the business it would bring to the Dens I have? You two making an appearance? Think about it, the hunter who was willing to be turned to save a Vampire? And you, darling, the Vampire who tempted a hunter to want to be turned? You, turned a Kiszka? Vampires and their Human Companions would be flocking to get a glimpse of you. It would…add to the fantasy of theirs,” Dimitri couldn’t contain his excitement at the possibilities.

“Fantasy,” you questioned.

“Well, the human fantasy of one day…following in your footsteps…,” Dimitri countered.

Having heard enough, you turned back to Josh, “are you sure?”

“Yes,” he made sure to look you in the eyes as he said it. He reached out, collecting your hands into his, driving home the fact he was serious. You instantly tangled your fingers around his, gripping him nearly too tight, but you needed to ground yourself.

“Wonderful,” you vaguely registered the excitement emanating from Dimitri as he sprang to his feet, “now, I had a feeling this would be the decision and I already had a room upstairs ready for you both. Anything you need, darling, and it's yours.”

You nodded numbly, not wanting to take your eyes off of Josh. Your chest didn’t know whether to heave or to cave in on itself. It was too much, it was all too much at one time. You tried to travel back in your mind to this morning, with Josh hovering above you in your bed. The last time things felt normal with him. The way the wall sconces scattered light through his curly hair, the heat of his skin against yours, the kisses he left all over your nose and cheeks, he was your gentle daylight. Your gentle daylight that you were cursing into never seeing the sun again.

Before you knew it, Dimitri stood before you both with a warm smile not seen by many people.

“Come on, I’ll show you to the room myself,” he offered, hand stretched out to the door.

Josh was the first to stand up, his hands still clinging to yours as you left your seat. The both of you silently followed Dimitri out of the study, barely paying attention to where you were going. He led you down the corridor and up one flight of stairs and then another. Why he chose the third floor for this bewildered you, but knowing Dimitri there was a reason. The thick mahogany door was already open, and inside there was a large bed in the corner, flanked by two night stands. A chaise lounge was across the room, accompanied by an antique coffee table in front of it. On both the coffee table and the night stands were stacks of towels and rags, presumably for any spilled blood. But in the far corner of the room, was a bay window that let you know you were in one of the turret rooms. Underneath the windows were bench seats built into the wall.

Dimitri held up a small remote before placing it on the nightstand, “the sun will be up soon, so when you need the shutters you’ll have them.” Of course Dimitri would put sun-blocking shields on his windows. You don’t live as long as he had without crossing all your t’s and dotting all your i’s.

“I umm…I have to call my brothers…,” Josh nearly stuttered out, looking at Dimitri.

He looked skeptical at first but his expression softened, “very well, but if you attempt to bring the calvary here to save you, I can assure you it won’t end well for anyone involved.”

With a deep inhale through his nose, Josh nodded, “understood.”

Dimitri turned to you, “as I said in the study, anything you need, darling, and I’ll get it here. I have staff just outside the door, waiting for you.”

“Th-thank you, Dimitri…,” you were still overwhelmed, the situation slowly sinking in.

“I’ll leave you to it then, I trust you know what to do,” his hand extended to your shoulder, giving a gentle squeeze. You nodded in response, and he quickly left the room, shutting the heavy door behind him. The loud click of the lock nearly echoed, reminding you this was your only path forward.

“I ruined your life…,” you whispered as you sat on the couch.

Josh was still standing in the middle of the room, staring off into space deep in thought, but your words snapped him out of it and he turned his head to you, “no you didn’t.”

“It was my idea to bring you to the Den, it was my idea to ‘team up’ it was-”

In three strides he was beside you on that couch, cupping your face in his hands, “and I agreed every single time, and made the choice to go with you.”

You couldn’t stop the tears spilling down your cheeks, and his thumbs dutifully wiped each one away, “if we do this, you won’t be able to go back to your family. At least, I don’t know how they’d react-”

Josh sniffed, “I’m going to call Jake and Sam before anything happens…I don’t…I don’t know what I’m going to say but I have to let them know it’ll be awhile before I come back home.” He was trying so hard to be strong in your presence, to not let the situation get to him, but his hands shook against your cheeks, and he struggled to get his words out.

“There’s something else, Josh,” he looked at you in confusion, “not every- not everyone who gets turned takes to their new existence well. It's not something one can predict beforehand, it's almost random in how new Vampire’s navigate the world.”

“You turned out fine,” he countered.

“Barely. Remember when I told you that the first decade was rough? I meant that. I wasn’t taught skills or control because my Maker-”

“Then I will be lucky to have a Maker as thoughtful as you to teach me how to correctly survive.” His eyes never left yours and his thumbs never stopped rubbing your cheeks.

You wanted to smile at his confidence, but you needed to voice the elephant in the room, “Vampires like Ethan aren’t exactly…rare either…”

He understood what you were trying to say, “if I end up like Ethan…I’ll need you and Jake to do the right thing…”

This made you crumble even more, “I’m not strong enough to do that…”

His face got even more serious, “yes you are, and don’t forget that. I’m going to go call my brothers…and then we can get started, ok?”

With a shaky breath, you nodded. His hands left your face, and you deflated a little from the loss. He fished his phone out of his pocket and dialed as he stood up, making his way to the bay window and looking out into the night. The moon was full, but low in the sky, indicating that the sunrise was closer than he thought.

After three rings, Jake picked up, “do you know what time it is? Some of us like sleeping at night.” The watery breath Josh exhaled into the speaker made every alarm bell go off in Jake’s head, “what's wrong? Did something happen?”

“No…but, well yes, but not what you think.”

“Josh, what the fuck are you talking about?”

“We got caught, Jake. They umm…they figured out who I was and we were both brought in-”

“Brought in where?” Josh could hear rustling on the other end of the phone, indicating Jake was sitting up on the air mattress.

“Just…some high level Vamps gave us an ultimatum and I took it.”

“Not their stupid fucking Council? Those fucking ghouls. What was the ultimatum?”

This was it, he had to tell him, “...that if I don’t want to be killed…I have to be turned…”

There was a deafening silence on the other end of the line, with only a gruff, “are you fucking kidding me,” to cut through it.

“Turn your location on, I'll come get you.”

Josh looked up at the ceiling, eyes watery, “you can’t do that, man.”

“The fuck you mean I can’t? I’ve gotten you out of worse.”

“They’ll kill you on the spot, and trust me the place I’m at has the muscle to even take you down.”

Another long silence, “...so you’re just going to roll over and let them turn you into one of those things? ‘Cause from how I see it, you’re getting killed either way.”

“Jake-”

“You’ll have to watch me get older than you and eventually-” his tone was becoming frantic.

“We’re not going to think about that right now. This is my only chance. I’ll be…different but I’ll still be here.”

“Who's doing it?” Now it was Josh’s turn to not speak, “oh how fucking poetic. They’re having her do it?! I knew it. I fucking knew it. You don’t think this was her plan all along?”

Josh looked at you over his shoulder, you were still sitting on the couch with your hands in your lap. Because of your hearing, you were able to hear everything Jake said, and that last accusation made a fresh batch of tears roll down your face.

He turned back around, beginning to get pissed off, “I can promise you it wasn’t.”

After a few heavy breaths into the phone, Jake said, “...when is it happening?”

“Tonight.”

“I just…I don’t know what to say.”

“Me either, honestly.”

“Mom and dad…wait, have you called Sammy?”

“No not yet, I was about to.”

“Please make sure you do, I don’t want him hearing about this second hand from anyone. You know how he gets....”

Josh nodded, “I know…”

“After you…afterwards…then what?”

Josh shrugged, “they made it sound like I was basically free to go afterwards…that my ‘new existence’ would be punishment enough.”

Jake revisited the same thoughts Josh had had downstairs in the study. Hunters viewed being turned as the ultimate failure, a spit in the face of their life's work. Turning Josh would definitely make a statement, and a warning, to the entire hunter community.

Jake turned the phone to hide the sniff he made, but Josh heard it anyway, “I need you to come back as soon as you can, got it?”

“I will, I just…can’t promise you when that’ll be.”

“Just promise me you’ll come back.”

“I promise.”

“I’m not saying ‘goodbye’ either, I can’t do that.”

“I wouldn’t want you to,” Josh sniffed again.

“Call Sammy,” was all Jake said before he hung up. Josh knew he didn’t hang up to be rude, but he knew his twin couldn’t handle this information. He instantly dialed Sam’s number, but it kept going to voicemail. He called him five more times, before sighing in defeat and settling for a voicemail. He felt horrible that he had to leave it at that, but it didn’t seem like Sam was anywhere near his phone. He glanced at the sky, noting the full moon again. This also meant that Sam’s best friend, Danny, wasn’t able to be reached tonight either. Fuck. The phone beeped and he began his little speech, mumbling his way through it but trying his best to sound strong for his younger brother. Eventually he hung up and turned back to you.

“So…how does this happen?”

You gulped and stood up, walking over to him, “I umm…I have to d-drain you…completely, and when you’re at the brink of d-death, you drink my blood.”

Josh nodded, “and then?”

“You’ll fall asleep, and you’ll stay asleep for at least a few days. It differs from person to person. I was out for at least two nights. And even after that it's common to sleep a lot those first few weeks as your body changes and adjusts.” You reached up and cradled his jaw, “but don’t worry, I won’t go anywhere. You’re not leaving my sight the entire time.”

Overwhelmed by it all, Josh crashed his lips into yours, needing something to ground himself. You kissed him back, pouring every bit of emotion you could into it.

Eventually he pulled back just enough to say, “how do you want to do it?”

“Any way you want, honestly,” you looked over at the bed, “the bed would be the most comfortable.”

He nodded, “ok then, the bed it is.” He walked over and stripped off his shirt and shorts, leaving himself in his underwear as he started turning down the thick covers. He wasn’t sure how much blood there would be, but if the amount of towels on the nightstand and coffee table were any indication, it wasn’t going to be a ‘clean’ process.

Following his lead, you took your own shirt off and shimmied off your leggings, leaving yourself in your underwear and a random sports bra you found in your drawer. As you stood next to him, you realized both of you were a little stumped as to what to do next. Obviously knew what to do, but going about it was the question.

While you pondered you glanced up at your hunter, and noted all of his earrings, “are those silver?”

He nodded and then it dawned on him, “oh…I’ll have to take them out won’t I?”

“Yeah…but I can get you new ones. The holes won’t close up during…it all.”

Josh was a bit surprised, “really?”

“Its weird I know but for some reason most piercings stay-”

“No I meant…you don’t have to get me new ones.”

“Oh but I want to, they look so good on you,” finally, a genuine smile slid across your face.

Josh started taking them out one by one and placing them on the nightstand. The second you smiled he relaxed a lot more. He needed normalcy.

Wanting to keep the mood light, you reached up and gently touched the shaved sides of his head, “you’re also lucky I really like this haircut on you.”

His eyes went wide as he dropped the last ear cuff on the wooden surface, “will it not grow back at all?”

“It will, just very slowly. Your fingernails will still grow too,” you reached out and threaded your fingers with his, another thought occurring to you, “you know…we never even really defined whatever this,” you gestured between you two, “is.”

Josh stood there for a second, looking at you, before bringing both hands to your face and securing his lips to yours, he pulled away less than an inch from your face and said, “I think…you’re mine, and that's all that matters. Don’t you think so?”

Another real smile, this time closer to the smirk he loved so much, “mine?”

“Mine,” he whispered that word all over your face, planting soft kisses to any skin he could reach. Your arms wrapped around his waist, bringing him closer. His lips found home against yours, and for a few moments you lazily made out next to the bed. With your eyes closed, you were able to pretend for a moment you were back in his attic apartment, standing on those cold wooden floors about to be utterly taken by your lover on those god-awful plaid sheets. But as he pulled away, your eyes fluttered open, and the reality of where you were, and what you were about to do hit you again. A wave of emotion swept over you again, but you refused to let any tears fall. If you were going to be a Maker, you had to be strong for him. He needed you to be his rock right now.

“I’m assuming the neck is the best place to umm…get it done?”

Your eyes softened even more at him, “typically yes. The wrist is too slow and the thigh is too fast, the neck gives you the best control.” This was explained to you many times over the years by different Vampires. “I think…what would be the most comfortable, if you want, would be if I sat up against the headboard and you leaned against me?”

“That makes sense,” he said quietly.

You grabbed some of the towels and spread them out over the bed and pillows, just in case. When you were finished you turned back to Josh, only to find him walking towards the bay window. The sky was a soft pink, indicating the sun was rising. Carefully, you walked towards him, sticking to the shadows in the room.

“I just…I needed to see it…”

He didn’t need to explain himself to you, you understood. It was quite possibly the last time he’d be able to look at the sun without pain. His eyes were trained to the horizon, and as the sun greeted the new day, you finally got to see what those beautiful eyes of his looked in the sunlight. The wish you had made the night you met him in that bar. Those big brown eyes were illuminated into a molten honey color, and for once you were actually grateful for the sun to give this to you.

He turned to you, giving you an even better view, “what?”

You shook your head from the still-shaded part of the room and smiled, “just looking at you, Boy Scout.”

Josh gave one final look out the window, before turning away from it completely and walking over to join you in the shadow. He took your hand and led you back to the bed. You looked down at the little remote that Dimitri had left behind, and plucked it off the surface and studied it. There were only a few buttons on it, making it easy to decipher, and after hitting a few of them thick shades descended from the top of the windows, sealing them shut from the outside world.

“Fancy…,” Josh mused as you turned on the nearest lamp.

“He spares no expense,” you agreed as you crawled in the bed. You fluffed a few pillows behind you before fully sitting up against the headboard. Your hunter’s heartbeat sped up, you didn’t even have to try too hard to hear it. It made your own heart twinge, but you sat up a little bit more and held your hand out to him. He gladly took it as he got into the bed, turning around and leaning back against your chest. You softly brought your arms around his chest, giving him as good of a hug as you could in that position. He slowly tilted his head to the side, giving you full access to the left side of his neck.

Your fingertips caressed his jawline while you stared down at him, “are you ready?”

“Is anyone?”

“If you need a few more minutes that's perfectly fine, Josh.”

“No no, I’m…I’m ready.”

“Just remember, I’m not going anywhere.” He brought one of your hands to his lips and gave the back an open mouthed kiss before craning his neck and giving you one last kiss. Pulling away, he slipped back into position, and closed his eyes.

Your fangs descended from your gums, and before you could hesitate even more, you drove them into the soft flesh of his neck. Josh flinched slightly, and you quickly gathered his hands in your free hand, letting him squeeze and cling as hard as he needed to. Your other hand continued to gently rub his jaw and cheek, comforting him as best you could. Draining someone was different from your typical feeding bite. You had to be more deliberate, with deeper pulls and less finesse. You couldn’t even enjoy the citrusy accents in his blood, or that fresh vanilla, no, you just had to get it all.

Josh relaxed more in your arms as the draining progressed. You still paid close attention to his slowing heart rate, listening for the time you instinctively would know to give him your blood. It felt like it was taking too long and also flying by at the same time. As a Vampire, the whole process felt bizarre, but you were determined to get everything right. Your hunter deserved nothing but the best.

~!~

Across the country, through a few different time zones, a young scholar was sitting across an icy blonde. Mounds of papers and stacks of books were scattered around the room, the only light coming from the various table lamps around the basement office. The scholar stood up to go to his other desk, and after shuffling around the stacks of documents he had been translating, he found his phone that had gone missing some hours before. The screen lit up with six missed calls from Josh, and a slew of texts from Jake telling him to pick up his phone. At the top of his notifications was a voicemail from his oldest brother. Confused, he unlocked his phone to listen to it.

“Sam…Sammy it's Josh. I umm, I got into some trouble with this job, and I probably won’t be home for a while. I don’t need you to freak out, I’ve already talked to Jake. Call him after you get this, he’ll explain further. But umm….but basically I was given a choice. You know how Vampire’s can be…I’m sorry I’m being vague. But…I was going to be killed if I didn’t agree to…to be turned…and that's what's going to happen now. I wanted to tell you this myself, but you’re probably busy with your work. Which, sorry for always calling your college Hogwarts. You’re only one of us with any sort of degree, and I’ll always be proud of you for that. Sorry for stealing those files from you a few months ago, I’ll get them back to you, I promise. I’m not going anywhere, Sammy, but I’ll be…different from now on. But I’ll be back, it might not seem like it, I can promise you I’m in safe hands. This isn’t a goodbye, Sam, but I needed you to hear this from me before anyone else. I’m rambling now but…I love you-”

The voicemail cut off, and Sam’s hands were shaking so bad the phone dropped onto the desk with a loud clatter, startling the blonde.

“Sam, what is it,” she asked as she adjusted her cat eye glasses.

He turned to her, knees suddenly weak, “I umm…I need to call Danny…I need Danny.”

She checked the time on her own phone and her heart sank, “Sam the moon is still out…”

The realization caused him to lean against the desk, and the sudden collapse had the blonde on her feet and over to him instantly. In the years she had known him she had never seen him like this, and she wondered what the hell he had heard on his phone.

“Sam…come on Sam tell me what’s wrong,” he leaned down on her, burying his face into her shoulder.

“I don’t know what to do…” he all but whimpered as his world as he knew it shattered.

~!~

Josh’s heart rate was slow, so slow now, you knew it was time. Reluctantly you drew your hand out of his as you removed your fangs from his neck. Quickly you bit into your wrist, drawing blood and using your other hand to open his mouth. Your wrist rested against his lips as you made sure to drip as much of your blood as you could into his system. You began to worry when he didn’t react to the blood, but within seconds you felt his lips seal against your wrist, and you felt him pull from you. Relief flooded through you and you whispered praises into his ear. You weren’t sure if he could hear you, but for both of your sakes you hoped he did.

He started to relax again, and you knew he was about to fall into that deep slumber between being alive and…one of the undead.

Before he slipped under completely, you whispered one last time, “now come back to me, Boy Scout..”

To be continued…

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Watch and Learn

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

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

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

Word Count: 8k

You couldn't even remember who had suggested it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, no, for sure."

"Danny."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Bedroom, Sam. Now," he ordered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Only if I get to touch after.”

You gave him a wide smile.

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

"We'll see how good he is."

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

“I’m gonna kill him.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But it was short lived.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You remember our safeword?”

“Always.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They were like sharks looking at their last meal.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Maybe on my dick while you watch?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh shit, Sam, right there!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Probably a mix of both.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sam, you okay with this?” he asked a little louder.

Sam could see what was happening from his angle but it seemed the anticipation had stolen the breath from his lungs, just as it had you, and all he managed was a breathy agreement but an agreement nonetheless. And with it, Danny dropped his soft demeanor and pushed into you, causing you and Sam both to moan loudly at the feeling as his cock glided along Sam’s not too far away.

“Holy shit,” Sam gasped, throwing his head back into the pillow behind him and moving one hand to fist at the sheets next to him while his other gripped at your hip to try and prevent you from moving, having been pushed dangerously close to the edge by Danny’s single thrust.

“How does that feel, two cocks in you at once?” Danny practically growled into your ear.

You fought the urge to remain silent. He deserved to hear how he made you feel, especially after watching Sam have his fun with you for half the night, although words seemed nearly impossible in that moment.

“F-fucking in-incredible,” you gasped, feeling the words slur off your tongue like you were drunk on both of them.

Danny thrusted forward once, a long, languid thrust that both you and Sam felt every inch of, and the feeling alone had Sam moaning out an unholy sound as Danny’s name fell from your lips like a chant.

“Shit!” Sam cursed as Danny withdrew and worked himself into a slow yet blinding rhythm, stretching you almost as far as you could go with the two of them inside of you.

It was like nothing you’d ever felt before, being filled by both of them at the same time. It felt wholly indecent, like a sin you’d need to repent for later while silently waiting with baited breath until you could feel it again. It was fucking breathtaking and you could tell Sam was losing himself beneath you just as quickly as you were.

"Getting close already, Sam?" Danny asked in a teasing tone as he moved one hand to grip your hip and the other to hold your throat to keep you from falling against Sam.

"Fuck, I can…I can hold it," Sam promised in a huff, not exactly believable given his state.

"Wrong answer," was all Danny said back, pushing into you harder and faster, setting a dangerous pace that threatened to split you in half.

You watched through the stars clouding your vision as Sam’s head pushed further back into the pillow, watched his mouth fall open, watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down in his throat, right before he lost the fight altogether.

"Come on, be a good boy for her and fill her up," Danny urged in a low, husky voice that filled your ears like honey, dripping in lust.

Sam didn’t need the coaxing though. He was already gone, coming hard inside of you with one of the more lewd noises you’d ever heard, a beautiful sound that went straight to your core.

You were practically drooling, dizzy at the feeling of Danny inside of you, barely enough room for his heavy cock with Sam also stuffed inside of you, filling you to the brim with his cock and his cum.

"Fuck, please," Sam pleaded, pleasure suddenly turning into overstimulation as Danny seemed to quicken his movements, thrusting into you harder to bring you closer to your orgasm while simultaneously making Sam pay for ruining his.

"We're not done until she comes," Danny growled, unrelenting.

"Oh my god," you breathed, still feeling pure pleasure even as Sam began to squirm beneath you, trying his best to hold it together until you came around him.

"Yeah? Does that feel good?" Danny asked, gripping your throat tighter.

"O-oh my god," you repeated, your lungs hardly able to make a sound.

"I think you said that one already, sweetheart."

You were undeniably close, spurred on by his words, teasing as they were, and by the way he pounded into you without a care for the way Sam squeezed his eyes shut and struggled to breathe through the overstimulation, curses falling more regularly the longer Danny moved.

"Danny, I'm-" you started, cut off by a gasp that halted the words in their place on your tongue as your eyes began to roll back and your hands desperately sought a grip, anything really, finding Sam’s hands as you searched frantically.

"You're what?"

Danny was far too smug for your liking but jesus, if he wasn’t going to be your undoing.

"I'm gonna-" you tried again as Sam gripped your hands hard, trying his best to help you ground yourself through it.

"Come on, baby, you can do it," Danny urged, his tone suddenly going much sweeter.

"God, please, I can't. T-too much," Sam gasped beneath you, squeezing your hands a little harder as tears began to form in the corners of his eyes.

"Oh but she's there, aren't you, y/n?"

You most certainly fucking were. And thank god too because it looked like Sam was about to snap in half and break completely.

"Oh my god yes, I'm there, I'm fucking there!"

"Good fucking girl," Danny praised you, barely a sound you could hear as he released you from his grip and pushed you down onto Sam who buried his hand in your hair and let you claw at him while you came around him, harder than you ever had before and clenching around him so tightly that the pain of overstimulation suddenly sent him into blinding bliss for a second time as you milked him of everything he had left to give.

"Stop, please fucking stop, I can't take it anymore, Danny, please," Sam begged again as the pleasure was much more short lived than the first time. And Danny halted his movements immediately, leaning down to kiss your shoulder blade as you came down from your high in Sam’s arms.

"You both still with me?" he asked, no hint of smugness or dominance in his voice any longer.

You and Sam both gave meek yeses, earning a chuckle from Danny as he pulled himself from you carefully.

"Hang on, let me clean you both up."

Danny stood silently to get a washcloth, leaving you to push yourself off of Sam with his help, exhausted as he was. You collapsed next to him the moment your hips met the mattress, curling into his side as he tucked his arm under your neck and pulled you close.

When Danny reappeared, he had a washcloth to throw to Sam who began to wipe himself off as Danny helped you get cleaned up with a second in his hand, easing into bed on your opposite side once it had been discarded in the hamper.

"That was…" you began, too tired and braindead to even complete the sentence.

"Exhausting," Sam finished for you without even opening his eyes.

Danny agreed with nothing more than a nod as he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled himself in closer, sandwiching you in warmth between himself and Sam.

"Okay…maybe not a one time thing," you said in a whisper after a beat of silence save for the heavy breathing slowly returning to normal.

"I fucking knew it!” Sam exploded suddenly, finding energy to revel in his rightness.

It earned a laugh from both you and Danny.

"But we’re tying you up next time," Danny added quickly.

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