#full disclosure I got this ask a week and a half ago
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Mr. & Mrs.
A/N: Anon asked for a Mr. & Mrs. Smith AU, specifically the assassins/agents who don’t know the other’s professional identity. [Full disclosure I only ever saw this movie once, and I've adjusted...things.] This was a Steve Rogers request, but not gonna lie, I got heavy Lloyd Hansen vibes. Still using Steve as his name, but I think it works if you squint and say Lloyd has a cover identity. Lots of hand waving there. I have no idea how my brain twisted it into this, but here goes…
Warnings: zero editing, action/violence kinda, implied smut.
Word count: 1.7k
“We just have to make it to vacation,” you groan. “Please, let’s just try not to kill each other.”
Steve’s in a mood, nitpicking the nutritional value of the meal you absolutely did not slave over because you, too, work. He plunks down his wine glass and peeks through his lashes at you. “I know, honey. I know. Less than a week.” His smile is gooey with a steel edge.
Steve—what can you say?—he’s a specimen of human perfection, a personal trainer who’s so in-demand that you haven’t been on a trip away together in three and a half years, and that was your honeymoon. A workaholic by nature, Steve can’t help himself. He has to get every accolade at his gym, has to help every client, has to take every paid session. All times of day. It’s absurd, but he agreed, after weeks of you being the nagging bitch you never wanted to be, to a getaway, nice and far from here.
You need the break, too. You’ve worked yourself to the bone. Literally. You’re a seamstress by trade, fingers callused and numb to prove it.
“There’s a client event on Saturday,” Steve mutters, knowing full-well what he’s doing.
Now it’s your turn to put down your glass. “And you’re just telling me now? I thought we were going out.”
“Last minute. Very important people. I can’t miss it.”
“Well, let me check your suit. I know there’s a pulled stitch on that button-down—“
“I’m not wearing the pink one,” Steve chuckles. “Why are you always trying to get me in that thing?”
“It’s salmon,” you correct, “and you know that real men wear pink.”
“The blue will be fine. It’s not a fancy gig.” He twiddles his knife on the table, clearly done with the half-eaten food before him.
You met Steve at a self-defense class that he volunteered to teach at the Y half a decade ago. He was cute, and you were pretty distracted by his muscles. To your surprise, he offered you more lessons even though, or maybe because, you were the worst in the class. A different sort of power struggle came out of those sessions, but still there was a lot of sweating, a few bruises, and lots of screams. He’s…uh…good at his job, and it does pay well, just not ‘a week-long international trip’ well.
You’ve been working overtime, if you can call it that, for months to save up. Your—cough—job in fashion is highly specialized. You make protective ready wear for the city’s top mob bosses: bullet-proof three-button vests, blade resistant suits, and whole wardrobes. Of course, Steve doesn’t need to, or want to, know who you design and sew for; he calls it frilling about with the 1%.
Ironic. His job is to make the 1% feel like they can take on the 99% in hand-to-hand combat with lots of rules and a referee and padded gloves on. You respect what he does just as much as he respects what you do, which is to say he brings home money and so do you.
You both just have to make it to Tuesday.
Well, if he’s got to spend your date night schmoozing dudes, then you may as well get some work done. Old Bruno wants cruise wear for himself and his wife. Mr. B may be a portly sod, but at least his trophy wife offers you a fashionable challenge…and something to vaguely speak to your husband about, if he ever actually asks.
“Just the blue then,” you mutter back, pouring yourself more wine while Steve stares at your lips slowly wrapping the edge of the glass.
You two may have issues verbally communicating, but there are zero issues in the bedroom. He knows that. You know that. You’ll still make him wait until you're done sipping a lovely, juicy red.
Or not.
Steve pushes his chair out and stalks over to you, blue eyes fiery beneath those damn long lashes, and he kneels at your feet.
“The blue,” he repeats absently, knotting his fingers around your waistband. Yeah, he’s not in a waiting mood, and come to think of it, neither are you.
***
Steve hums in thought, rolling his thumb over the odd fabric the medical examiner studied from Tinker Boy Joe’s suit. The second-level goon of the city’s Family had only gone down after four agents pursued. Down to his felt—or what looked like felt—hat, Joe was untouchable. Bullets, knives, a random tranque-dart the Torres fired at him: nothing went through. It was only a somewhat lucky sniped shot from Bucky on a rooftop that had brought down the mobster. Clean through the throat.
Not exactly ideal when the whole point was to bring Tink here in alive, but Steve supposes one less criminal, one less crime at least.
“Where would he get something like this?”
“Ah,” Torres pipes in, sorting through a small stack of paperwork in his arms to hand Steve a file, “we have a CI who identified the shop they all frequent, but it’s unlikely the tailor works out of there. Most of the clientele are straight-laced anyway. Society types. It’s a decent cover for—“
“Anytime now,” Steve blurts.
The young agent snaps back to, rummaging and handing Steve a map from the pile. “Here,” he points. “CI says that’s the warehouse where it’s made. Abandoned sweatshop. Which is fitting.”
Steve sighs and tucks the info under his arm. “Let’s get a team together and hit it tomorrow night.”
“Tomorrow?” Torres squeaks.
“Yeah.” Steve flings open the door, ready to get out of the morgue-scented white room. “I have vacation coming up. I want this squared away before then.”
Thank god he already gave you an excuse for date night.
***
The warehouse is, indeed, abandoned for the most part. Thick dust everywhere. Hap-hazardously tossed furniture piled in corners.
And then Steve hears music. He tries not to laugh at how random it is to be hearing your favorite song at a moment like this, but then again, you always like quite popular artists. It was bound to happen. They are expecting a team of women working under a master tailor, and their intel was right so far. Steve had a pair of agents watch the facility all day. Several women left in the afternoon. There are no other cars around, so it’s either empty or only one or two remain.
What Steve isn’t expecting when they bust the door open is a single person dressed in a baggy work smock with a hair net and mask on. He can’t even tell if it’s a man or woman. Torres screams freeze, and as the figure turns around, hands raising, his or her arm knocks the lone work lamp out of place and plunges most of the room into darkness.
Nobody fires a shot, not without light to see they aren’t shooting each other. Steve’s team is calling out prompts in the dark to let each other know who is where and if they have the tailor. He hears thuds and stunted cries from each man, not overly swift in the takedowns but efficient.
Steve can hear Torres bang the leg of a table and shout out which corner the person is trying to escape around, and Steve dives.
He knows the move used on him. He’s taught it hundreds of times before, but the strange part is that it’s a defense move generally for women. His body-weight is used against him, flinging him off-balance and into a door to the grass outside.
He falls to the ground, and the tailor tries to run past. Steve’s grip is tight grabs the lady’s ankle, her momentum pulling harshly at his stretched out arm.
She topples, body scraping back towards him in the grass when he doesn’t yield, knocking the mask on her face loose. There’s nothing but moonlight as she scrambles towards him. He can see…you?
What the fuck?
In his tactical gear, you can’t see his face, and he’s too stunned to form any words.
You’re searching, nails—no, scissors—scraping along bits of his kevlar until you find the seam you’re looking for and hit the blades into it with your other palm.
Goddamn, yikes, that hurts.
“Honey, OW!” Steve finally manages, but he can’t lower his arm without pushing the sewing sheers diagonally into his armpit. He can’t rip it out for fear of blood loss. He’s stuck but so is your face...on him.
“Oh,” you whine, sitting back on your heels. It takes you all of one second to process before the sounds of his team coming knock you back into action. You lean down to his face and give it a little pat.
“You should always let your wife dress you--” you stand up "--and don't count on dinner being ready when you get home." Then you rush off into the night.
Well…shit.
***
A few days later, Steve sidles up to his gate at the airport, ball cap pulled taut on his forehead and sunglasses already on. He rolls his bag behind him with the arm not in a soft sling.
You knew he’d come, so you let your smile broaden across your face. He’s wearing the salmon-colored shirt, his way of apologizing for underestimating you for years.
He tilts his head down at you. “Where you headed, miss?”
It’s all you can do not to giggle. “Somewhere without extradition.”
“I’m Steve, by the way—“ he doesn’t present a hand to shake because you stabbed him and it’s in a fucking sling “—I…train people…for a living.”
“Hi.” You introduce yourself and purposefully shove your hand forward, mocking him lightly. “I make clothes with very sharp sheers.”
Steve moans gently and licks his lips. He loves a bit of a game.
"That sounds very important," he drawls. You can tell he's staring even behind the shades.
The passengers are being called to board, and Steve looks around with a cheeky smirk.
“Any chance I could sit beside you?”
You think about it, dramatically. “I’d like that, but it’s a long flight. Hope we don’t try to kill each other on the way.”
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When You’re A Mystery Kid - Chapter 29: Doubts of a Poet
Summary: Doubts begin to take root.
Word Count: 1.879
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IMPORTANT NOTE: This is a repost.
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here.
“In other news, reports continue to file in regarding the supernatural incident that occurred in Stuttgart, Germany earlier this week. Officials have identified the winged creatures that appeared in downtown Stuttgart as gargoyles, once-thought mythical creatures from European folklore. However, no further information has surfaced regarding the group of teenagers that were seen on-site battling the gargoyles. These teenagers, who appear to be aged thirteen to fifteen, managed to subdue and capture the winged creatures, leaving the scene before authorities could question them further. Our sources believe these to be the same group of teenagers who assisted known superhero Danny Phantom in a supernatural incident that occurred two weeks ago in Amity Park. Officials worldwide have advised anyone that has any information regarding this group to come forward and-”
“… can be kinda scary, right, Wirt? Wirt?”
Wirt blinked. “Wha-? Huh?”
Wirt was so fixed with the news video on Jason’s phone that he somehow didn’t notice that Sara had gotten so close to his face and had just asked him a question. “Yeah, I’m just saying, the world right now can be kinda scary, right?” she repeated.
“I… I, um, uh,” Wirt stammered. His mind was reeling. He was not at all in a state to be answering questions. “Uh, yes, sure,” he eventually replied.
Sara settled back into her seat with a huff. “It’s weird. The Disasteroid was only, like, just a few months ago. But everyone is, like, they’re forcing themselves to pretend like things are fine and normal. And then something like this pops up and, like, it reminds everyone that things are… not. The world’s changed. The world’s all different.”
“Sara, I don’t think Wirt got any of what you just said,” Jason remarked with a grin. He paused the news video and put his phone back in his pocket. “Just look at his face.”
“Uh…” was all that Wirt could muster. What did his face look like? Did it look bad? It came from Jason, so he took it with a grain of salt, but still.
Sara leaned forward with her brows furrowed, and suddenly her face was so close to his again. “Huh. Are you okay, Wirt?”
“Yeah, no, it’s just, I’m-” Wirt shifted in his seat. He had no idea why, but the chair in this classroom suddenly felt incredibly uncomfortable. “Just… those kids. I’m… having thoughts about them.”
“Ah, yeah, those kids.” Sara nodded with a humorless smile. “Again, crazy, but you gotta wonder what they’re thinking, right? I mean, I get sneaking into some spooky mansion if you’re interested in that stuff, but this goes beyond teenage delinquency!”
“Yeah…” Wirt nodded along. He only caught about half of that. His mind was still buzzing. “They’re crazy.”
Sara frowned, deep in thought for a moment. “Though… I guess they look like they know what they’re doing? Like, they seem capable?” She casted a questioning look to both Wirt and Jason. “From what we saw in the news footage, they work together really well and, especially in times like these, I feel like that’s important. Teamwork and togetherness and stuff. Because, you know… strands break alone on their own, but twisted together they become a tough braid… or something.”
“That was… almost deep, Sara.” Jason grinned.
“Yep.” Sara giggled, shrugging. “Full disclosure; got that from a song. Totally butchered it, though.”
Jason narrowed his eyes at Wirt, not that Wirt noticed. “I don’t think Wirt got any of that, either.”
That got Sara to leave her seat and stand in front of Wirt, leaning in with a frown. “Okay, seriously, Wirt, are you okay? Do you need to go to the infirmary?” she asked.
Wirt quickly responded with, “I’m fine, I’m fine! I’m just…” He drew a deep breath. His mind had finally begun to settle. Coherent thoughts began to form. A decision was quickly made.
“I need to remember to do something once I get home.”
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Wirt spent the walk home in a blurry haze. Muscle memory was the only thing that kept him putting one foot in front of the other. His mind was elsewhere, focused on the kids he saw in the news video.
He recognized them. He’d met them. He knew them.
The Mystery Kids.
His mind replayed the footage he saw in the video. Raz expelling some sort of energy from his hand to bring down a gargoyle. Mabel and Neil struggling to keep a gargoyle grounded with a net. Coraline pinned to the ground by a gargoyle, before she wrestled out of it and blasted the creature away. Dipper chanting in some unknown language and unleashing some sort of massive concussive blast.
They expected him to join that? They expected Greg to join that?!
He started to put one foot in front of the other a little faster. He was sprinting by the time he reached his house’s front yard.
Crossing the yard took only a second. Rushing up the stairs of the front porch took half of that. He already had a hand on the door handle when he stopped. There was a pigeon perched nearby. It looked emaciated, had bald spots in its feathers, and was covered in scars. It’s wreathed in an unearthly, green glow.
Wirt slammed the door open with more force than he’d intended. He barely registered Greg greeting him as he ran past him. Barging into his bedroom, he honed in on his mess of a desk, with one particular item in mind. In the rush, he ended up dumping half of the desk’s contents onto the floor, not that he cared at the moment. He nearly gasped when he spotted it, picking the item up with both hands and holding it up.
It was the piece of paper that the Mystery Kids gave him, with a number to call once he’d reached a decision.
Wirt stared at it. He hesitated. He gulped. He shut his eyes tight, and with a single move, he ripped the paper in half.
That didn’t feel enough, so he bundled up the remnants and ripped that in half. And then he ripped that in half. And then he did that again, and again, and again, until he couldn’t anymore, and all that’s left was tiny clumps of paper clamped around his clammy fingers.
Wirt hurried out of his room, spotting Greg out of the corner of his eye, watching him from the end of the hallway. He paid that no mind for the moment, and with his fist still closed around the remnants of the paper, he made his way to the kitchen. He crossed the kitchen in a heartbeat to reach the trash can, faltered for a moment, and then shoved the paper remnants into the trash. He stepped back, realized that he held his breath ever since he found the paper, and breathed.
He expected he’d feel relieved. He was scared he’d feel regret. In the end, he felt both, and it felt worse than he could imagine.
How could something feel so great and so terrible at the same time?
“Wirt?”
Wirt blinked. Greg stood at the kitchen’s doorway, watching him with wide eyes, his head slightly cocked to the side.
“What was that all about?” he asked. Wirt would have heard the nervousness in Greg’s voice if his heart hadn’t been thundering in his chest.
“It’s nothing, Greg. Nothing you should be worried about,” Wirt replied. A small part of him told him to face Greg and force a smile, but he didn’t do it. “Not anymore.”
Wirt walked past Greg, and he didn’t notice how Greg reached out to hold Wirt’s hand. He made his way back to his room, slowly, a complete opposite of his demeanor from earlier, closing the door and locking it. He leaned back against the closed door, realizing after a moment that he’s still wearing his backpack. With a grunt, he took it off and tossed it aside. He hobbled over to his bed and practically collapsed on top of it.
He felt drained. His hands were cold, almost numb. His mind was blank. He nearly dozed off right then and there, before he shook it off with a start. With a sigh, he forced himself to sit up. Mom won’t be happy if he slept past dinner. In his tired state, he found himself staring out the bedroom window.
A pigeon came to perch upon it. Scrawny, bald spots all over, covered in scars, and wreathed in an unearthly, green glow.
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Dinner came and went same as usual. Tonight’s dish was grilled chicken with a side of rice topped with gravy, which was absolutely delicious. After that was family time, which was mostly just watching TV for a couple of hours, but it was still pretty fun. After that was bedtime, when everyone went back to their respective rooms to have a good night’s sleep.
Greg made sure everyone was asleep before he sneaked out of his room.
He had no idea how long he stayed out, but by the time he sneaked back into his room, he was pretty sure it’s well past his bedtime.
Greg yawned, stumbling slightly as he struggled to stay awake. He was not at all used to staying up this late, but it was still worth it, clutching a white plastic bag close to his chest. He took a peek of its contents, a sleepy smile of relief appearing on his face as he did so. Inside was the tattered remains of the piece paper Wirt threw in the trash; a piece of paper that Greg knew had a very important number to call on it. Digging through the trash was kind of gross, and also took a long time, but he managed to gather up enough so that the phone number was at least recognizable.
Greg yawned again, longer and deeper this time. He huffed and frowned. He was hoping he could get started on trying to restore the paper back to what it was tonight, but finding the darn things took a lot more time and energy than he thought. There’s no way he could make any progress while running on fumes.
Grumbling under his breath, Greg tied off the plastic bag and tucked it safely under his bed. Away from prying eyes, away from his friends in case they visit, away from his parents if they come to clean his room…
Away from Wirt.
“See you in the morning,” he whispered.
Greg hopped onto his bed, and was fast asleep within seconds.
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You thought that Mystery Kids member counter was going to tick over to 18, did ya?
This chapter ended up being way, way shorter than I thought it would be, but I’m really happy with how it turned out. Short, but still packs a hell of a punch. We also get a glimpse of what the world is like at ground-level with Sara and Jason, which is nice. I’m very curious about the reaction from all you guys for this chapter.
Next, we jump back to pre-Weirdmageddon times and revisit a plot thread that’s been left dangling for a while now. Look forward to it!
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Full Disclosure || An Indecent Proposal AU
Author's Note: So I liked the alternate ending of the story way better than the original ending so this sequel is officially claiming the alternate ending. Congrats to all my Danny people. And if you haven’t read the alternate ending, I suggest doing that first. I am dedicating this fic to @hyperfixated-gvf, my wife. Also a huge shoutout to @basiccortez for the amazing moodboard. Truly brought the whole thing together
Content Warnings: drinking, swearing, oral (f. and m. receiving), fingering, spitting, swallowing, dirty talking, penatrative sex, threesome (only one Kiszka involved), descriptions of lingerie (somewhat spicy lingerie) (18+ minors do not interact) this bitch has everything lol
Category: smut with a little bit of plot
Word Count: 28k 😬
When you woke, you found yourself tucked tightly into Jake’s chest, the way you had plenty of mornings before: the smell of him engulfing you in warmth the same way the blankets did.
You and Jake had started dating not long after your little challenge with the boys. And it had been almost a year since you had made your sinful agreement with them. But more importantly, almost a year that you and Jake had been together.
There was a quietness to the morning, save for Jake’s light tapping against his phone screen as you pried your eyes open to confirm the suspicion your ears held. He was texting someone.
“Has Josh learned how to use his phone?” you asked, your voice cracking as your vocal cords worked their way out of their slumber, shrugging off the layers of sleep that had coated them in the night.
“No, it was Sam,” he responded, setting his phone down on the nightstand next to him and turning to wrap his arms around you, letting you lean into his touch.
You nuzzled further into his chest, as far as you could manage, before you peeked your head up to look at him with sleepy mischief in your eyes.
“He’s not trying to steal you away, is he? You just got home like a week ago.” You were speaking in between kisses then, pressed lightly to his jaw and neck, warmth flowing from his skin straight through your lips and heating your whole body. He was like your personal furnace, leaving you constantly cold in his absence.
Jake had just gotten back from the first half of a lengthy tour a week ago and the two of you had been catching up since then. In fact, you had hardly left the bed in all that time, your bodies getting to know one another all over again. God, you had missed him.
“I'm not done with you yet,” you finished, letting your teeth sink lazily into the skin of his jaw.
"Oh no? You still have plans for me?" He smiled with your movements. He seemed perfectly content to stay there with you.
In one swift motion, you pushed his hips back against the bed and moved to straddle him. You were wearing only a t-shirt and cotton underwear and you could feel he was already hard beneath you. It didn’t take much for either of you. Most days you woke up ready to go. That was the effect you had on each other, even after a year of dating.
"I do still have plans for you, yes," you said, keeping your face inches away from his own. "And those plans don't end until we've fucked on every surface of this house."
He smiled before letting his lips find yours with a heat that was rarely not present in his touches, like every time his lips touched you, he branded you, blinding you with desire every single time.
As his tongue pushed into your mouth, tasting you the way he had hundreds of times before, he quickly flipped you both so he was now hovering over you, gaining the upper hand as he let his lips fall away from yours with a frustrated moan on your part.
“We might have to conserve some energy for what I'm about to ask you," he said, his face now floating above yours, close enough to touch but urging you to find your self-control, all with the dangerous look in his eyes.
“I’m intrigued,” you sighed, a smile teasing at the corner of your mouth.
He sat up between your legs, pulling your thighs around him and tugging at the hem of your shirt to straighten out the letters spelling ‘I’m a Jake Girl’ which he silently acknowledged with a smile.
“The guys and I wanted to run something by you but this is completely up to you and if you’re not okay with it, we’ll drop it and act like it never happened.” His face was unreadable but his hands, moving up and down your bare thighs, felt as though they were telling you something, although what, you weren’t sure.
“Okay...” you began hesitantly, leaning up on your elbows to match his more upright state.
“You know I would never make you do anything you weren’t completely comfortable doing,” he continued, still avoiding the subject altogether in a cryptic manner that was more Sammy’s style than anything else. And the mischievous look he had in his eyes? That was also something his brother wore well.
“I know, Jakey. Just tell me what it is,” you insisted.
Patience wasn’t exactly a virtue you had. He knew this, his brothers knew this, everyone knew this.
Instead of answering right away, Jake slowly leaned down, pushing your shirt lightly up your torso and kissing just below where the swell of your breasts curved and met your torso. From there his lips trailed downward, placing kisses in a line down your stomach, until he finally reached your belly button and looked up at you with almost innocent eyes, as if he wasn’t up to something. But you knew better.
“Next week it’ll be a year since you agreed to our little…proposal,” he began, pausing to give you a chance to recall the events that had taken place almost a year before. As if you could forget.
He resumed his kissing, down past your belly button and along the hem of your underwear, moving quickly to the inside of your thigh instead when your hips lifted ever so slightly, trying to guide his teasing lips.
As his lips ghosted over the sensitive skin on the inside of your thigh, higher and higher until his nose was practically pressed into your core, you felt a sigh escape you, a frustrated and needy noise that made him chuckle as he lifted his head to look into your eyes again.
"Well, there's been some general upset over Danny winning.” He didn’t let his eyes leave yours as he spoke. And you couldn’t tear yours away, trying desperately to focus on his words though he was enchanting you with his lips on your skin and his eyes fixed on you.
“Upset from you or upset from Sammy?” you asked rather breathlessly considering the amount of contact, or lack thereof, that had taken place up to this point in the conversation.
He smiled but evaded your question. “There's been talk of a possible…redo.”
Upset from Sam then, if you had to guess.
He sat back on his heels, eyeing you closely to gauge your reaction. And you weren’t exactly sure what your face said as a million thoughts fought for space in your head. You weren’t exactly surprised by the proposition. In fact, the only reason you hadn’t been expecting it was because you and Jake were now dating, a fact that his bandmates were well aware of. But if Jake was the one bringing it up to you, did that mean he had already agreed? Did the commitment of a year give him the confidence to say yes?
“Isn’t it kind of different now? I mean, we weren’t dating a year ago. Aren’t you worried about your brothers fucking your girlfriend?”
“It’s not exactly my brothers I’m worried about.”
You should have guessed. Maybe you already had. You had declared Danny the winner a year ago. It was perfectly understandable that Jake should want to redeem himself and maybe somewhere inside of him he felt he needed to convince you that he could please you more than Danny could. And of course, he could. He had spent the last year proving that, not that it was ever really a question in your mind. But you’d be lying if you hadn’t thought about your night with Danny every so often over the months that followed. Josh and Sam not so much. But Danny you revisited. Although you desperately tried not to.
The playful look in his eyes dissipated as you sat with your thoughts, probably guessing where your mind was going, and he looked at you with the utmost sincerity when he continued.
“I am also not unaware of the fact that they each probably give you something I can’t.”
He said each but you knew he really meant Danny.
“You give me everything I want, Jake. Everything,” you reassured him. Danny was a fleeting moment of bliss in an otherwise inappropriate challenge amongst friends. But what you had with Jake had stuck. That was what you wanted.
He nodded understandingly, giving you a soft, “I know, baby” as he rubbed circles into the plush skin of your thighs still presented to him. “But if it’s something you might want then I don’t mind sharing once a year.”
‘Once a year’. Did he mean for that to give the implication it did?
“But of course, I don’t want to do it if you don’t want to do it. I know it’s a bit unorthodox although it wasn’t exactly orthodox the first time around,” he chuckled, never stopping to address the phrase he had used.
You sank back into the bed and stared up at the ceiling. You couldn’t believe you found yourself considering this again. It was indecent, much more than the last time. But as intrigued as you had been then, you found yourself admittedly even more intrigued this time, the thought of seeing Jake possessive and maybe even slightly jealous as he and his bandmates competed to unravel you better than the others.
Fuck, you were aching at the thought of it.
“Are you sure this is something you would be comfortable with?” you asked, tilting your head down to meet his eyes all the while trying to hide any arousal that had flared up inside of you at just the thought of having them all again.
But the knowing smile he gave you told you he saw past the front you had tried to put up.
“If you’re comfortable with it then I’m comfortable with it,” he said before adding, “Any opportunity to humble Sam further.”
You chuckled and returned your gaze to the ceiling, exhaling your nerves and practically giving him your answer without so much as a spoken word.
“I can’t believe I’m saying yes to this again,” you laughed.
You were excited just thinking about it. Maybe too excited. It had been almost a year since you had had each of them and you’d be downright lying if you said you weren’t giddy in anticipation of having them each again.
“Well, there's a bit more,” Jake continued, and as you turned your gaze downward again, the mischief that had been present on his face earlier returned and in one quick motion, he adjusted down between your legs where he had been, pulled the cotton material of your underwear to the side, and, without warning, dipped his tongue into your center, making you gasp at the sudden sensations taking over your body.
His tongue retreated to your clit as one finger eased into you, and then another, wasting no time curling upward to gently prod the sweet spot that his fingers knew well.
Fuck, he was good with his fingers.
With his thumb replacing his tongue and drawing wet circles over you, he came up for air to deliver the rest, his fingers never slowing as they pumped in and out of you, dragging deliciously along your tight walls with every movement and paying special attention to your g-spot with each expert thrust.
"Josh booked a cabin for next week. If you're okay with it, we thought we'd do it there."
You were trying desperately to focus on what he was telling you as you writhed against the mattress, his fingers giving you no reprieve.
"All four of you in one week?" you asked between desperate moans as you fought to keep your voice even.
"Do you think you're up for that, baby?"
Maybe it was the idea of having all four of their dicks inside of you within one week, maybe it was the way Jake’s fingers curled into you while his thumb gently played with your clit, although more than likely it was the combination of the two that drew the unholy moan from your lungs that followed his words as you arched into his hand and fisted the sheets next to you.
"I don't know, I might not be able to walk by the end of it," you panted, grinding your hips down into his hand.
"I will shower you in relaxation after, I promise. We'll each take good care of you during, too."
God, it was filthy hearing it come from his mouth, hearing him talk about how each of them would care for you after fucking you.
"How can I say no to that?" you practically whined.
He smiled a devilish smile before leaning down close to your core again. "Mmmm, such a good girl," he praised you before his mouth replaced his thumb and he was once again eating you out, with more intent this time.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked again, only briefly letting his mouth leave you so he could get the words out before quickly letting his lips find their home again as he brought you closer and closer to the edge.
"Yes, yes, fuck, I'm sure!" You were right there, a few more pointed strokes of his tongue across your clit before your orgasm took hold of you, but he stopped just shy, removing his mouth and his fingers altogether as you cried out in frustration, much to his amusement.
"Good. That's the last time you're getting touched until next week,” he said, dipping his fingers into his mouth to clean you off as he took far too much pleasure in denying you the high that he had been so graciously helping you achieve. “You're going to need all the rest you can get."
He rose from his place between your legs and climbed off the bed, heading for the bathroom and leaving you there in a puddle of helpless need to ruminate over your thoughts and your desires. And you couldn’t help but let out a breathy, frustrated laugh as you brought your hands to your face, wondering what you had gotten yourself into. It would be different this time. You could tell.
"Oh and don't wear that bright red lingerie set for anyone but me," he called from the bathroom, the noise of the shower steaming to life muffling his voice.
Note to self: pack the matching red set.
Day One: Sam
The cabin was a beautiful piece of architecture, standing strong and solid in the middle of a small clearing in a dense patch of woods. It was hidden away amongst the nature surrounding it and it seemed like the perfect, secluded place to quietly partake in the debauchery you all had planned.
You and Jake pulled into the long, narrow drive not long after his brothers and followed closely by Danny. There was an odd, buzzing tension in the air between you and Jake the whole ride and silently you wondered if it would be the same with the rest of the boys as the car came to a halt in the procession.
The early afternoon sun warmed you as you got out of the car, despite the chill in the air. Cold and clouds threatening to cry down over you, you grabbed your bag from the trunk alongside Jake and made your way inside, smiling to yourself at the sound of Josh and Sam already fighting in Josh’s car.
It was even more breathtaking on the inside than it was on the outside: large wooden panels lined the walls like something off of a lincoln log box, a large, open living room at the forefront of the design the moment you stepped off the porch and through the door, and a masterful fireplace sitting in the dead center, decorated in deep blue ceramic tiles to match the royal blue in the ornate vintage rug that sat heavily before it, warming the otherwise cold wooden floors. There was a staircase hidden in the corner that must have led up to the lofted space which overlooked the scenery with a grand window that made up about half of the front face of the cabin, and somewhere, tucked away in the four corners of the downstairs surrounding the grand living room were four bedrooms, each a suite with large wooden beds covered in fluffy downs.
You made your way to the kitchen first to deposit the bottles of whiskey Jake had packed on the counter and it was just as breathtaking as the living room; a large, blue tiled island sat in the center, matching the grandiose of the fireplace in the room over, and tall wooden cabinets that practically reached the high ceilings. And off the kitchen was a separate doorway which led to a porch much higher than the level you had entered on, adorned with a hot tub big enough for the five of you, certainly, and with a breathtaking view of the trees below.
It was all a beautiful backdrop for the indecency to come.
You stepped off the deck and back into the kitchen where your bag was still resting next to the island as Sam was busy unpacking his own bag full of booze at the counter, the other boys shuffling about and unpacking various items.
“Glad you agreed, pretty girl. It’s time I redeem myself.” Sam gave you a wink as you looked up from what you were doing.
It was Danny who was quickest to jump in.
"Don't get ahead of yourself, Sam. You didn't win the first time and you're not going to win this time.”
"I'm more determined now that I know what a year of your gloating looks like, Daniel. I won't survive another." Sam turned his attention to Jake then. "How's it going to feel when it's not you again?"
Jake simply shook his head with a taunting smile, not letting his younger brother phase him this early on. "As long as it isn't you, I should be okay."
"It's gonna be me this time, I just know it," Josh piped up then as he uncorked a bottle to take a swig. A bit early in the day to begin drinking although it was something you had gotten used to when the boys were around.
"I think we all collectively know that isn't true," Sam teased. Well, maybe it wasn’t so much teasing coming from him.
"Josh, you're the least of my worries," Jake added, inciting some pity from you on their eldest brother.
"Hey, be nice to Frodo Baggins,” you interjected, crossing the kitchen to where Josh stood to plant a kiss on his cheek. “He has a lot of sex appeal."
"Damn right I do, mama." He gave his signature toothy grin as he pulled you into the side of him and threw his arm over your shoulder.
But Jake wasn’t having it. "You're just not rough enough for her."
Sam’s eyes grew wide at the statement as blood surged into your cheeks. "Ah so she likes it rough, huh?" His smile was all too suggestive, especially given the fact that you had just arrived. You were still far too jittery with nerves.
"Hey, no hints," you reprimanded Jake, but it had already been said and the others had already taken note, no doubt.
"Well you want to have a good time too, don't you?" Jake asked in more of a teasing manner than you figured he actually meant.
Danny spoke up then as he slung his bag over his shoulder. "She'll have a good time, don't worry." He accentuated it with a wink that sent goosebumps prickling down your skin as he turned to leave the kitchen in search of a bedroom he could claim for the week.
"You better not be taking the largest bedroom, Daniel!" Sam called after him, turning to leave and no doubt fight him over the bedroom he wanted.
“Guess we better go claim a room,” Jake sighed, picking up his bag and taking your hand in his as you turned to the other corner of the cabin in search of a free bedroom.
You and Jake took the room in the back corner of the cabin, a large room with an impressive poster bed in the middle and sheets that looked absolutely inviting. Across from the bed was a wooden bench with pillows adorning it, matching the deep blues and ornate reds from the living room and the wood throughout the entire cabin. Ultimately it was a simple room, void of much furniture, but romantic and cozy and warm nonetheless. The bathroom and large closet off the bedroom was inviting, too. It was certainly a place you could take up residence at all times of the year, although through the cloud cover and rain of a crisp spring when the flowers were blooming but it was still too chilly to be outside for long, you found a warm comfort in the walls surrounding you.
You set your bag down on the floor on one side of the bed and sat down, taking it all in. And not just the cabin, the situation at hand. Your enthusiasm wasn’t gone, more just hidden away behind a wall of nerves and anxiety.
"Are you still sure about this?" Jake asked lightly from behind you, taking a moment to make sure you were still committed to this removed from his brothers’ prying ears.
"I'm a little nervous,” you laughed to yourself as Jake walked around the bed to kneel in front of you. “But yes, I'm sure." You finished with a reassuring smile that he matched, leaning in to kiss your forehead.
You hadn’t anticipated the nerves, not in the full force you were feeling them now. But you put on a brave face. They were your friends, at the end of the day, no matter what you did with them in the solitude of an outlandish idea that you all happened to agree upon. They each just wanted to make you feel good. Surely that was nothing to be nervous about.
You found yourself soon after reconvened around the heavy kitchen island and as you looked around at the boys who took their place similarly about the permanent fixture, it brought you back to an almost identical situation a year ago, their faces staring curiously at you as you set them all down a path that had forever changed things for each of you. Well, some of you more than others.
"So what are the rules this time?" Josh started, prompting each boy to turn their attention towards you as you looked to Jake.
"This is all on your terms, y/n," he said, giving you the reins to take over.
So you began, a bit hesitant and awkward, but laying out the foundation of the challenge the way you had many months prior.
"Okay well, there is a question of where I'll sleep…would be kind of weird to have sex with one of your brothers and then join you in bed." It felt weird saying it but it was true; you didn’t love the idea of fucking Josh only to run back to bed with Jake afterward. Didn’t exactly seem like something Jake might appreciate.
"Yeah that would be weird," Sam teased. But you brushed him off with a flippant look.
"Why don't you just stay with whomever you're with that night," Danny suggested.
You nodded. That made the most sense. "Okay that could work.” And then you recalled a rule from the previous year. “Still no discussion about me allowed."
Sam gave a light ‘boo’ which was to be expected but the boys each nodded at your rule, falling silent to give you time to lay out more demands. But you really didn’t have any. It almost seemed more straightforward this time although you knew it certainly wasn’t.
"I guess I don't have many rules this time," you said finally, breaking the silence.
"Who gets to go first?" Sam was the first to bring it up, to the surprise of no one.
"Well we all know you want to go first so to make things easy, we'll just do the same order this time."
It was Josh’s turn to give you a teasing glance. "Poor Jakey's gonna have to wait all week to touch his girl?"
You gave him a dramatic smile back, batting your eyelashes as you spoke. "Well I have to save the best for last, Joshy."
"Can we do it anywhere?" Sam interrupted.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean does it have to be in our bedroom?"
Sex in front of that fireplace? Now that was something you couldn’t turn down.
"I guess not. As long as everyone has…well, vacated the area," you answered.
"Whatever you need to do to try and convince her you're good at sex," Jake laughed, at his brother’s expense.
"I'm great at sex, I'll have you know," Sam defended himself. Although not so convincingly given his tone and his choice of words.
"Yeah you just have yet to prove it to anyone," Danny finally chimed in, igniting another fight between the two boys as Sammy quipped back with a not so clever, ‘How funny, Daniel’.
It was amusing to watch them go at it in that environment, all trying to impress you and yet still never failing to rise to the occasion to fight one another. It was utterly perplexing and downright charming in its own right. It might have even calmed some of your nerves if only you could move past the thought of sitting in the cabin, existing in the tension before someone made a move.
There was something else there, too. It wasn’t just the anticipation of waiting for someone to make a move, that person being Sam for the day. It was the anticipation of a particular day, in fact, that had you trapped within the mingling thoughts in your head: Danny’s day. Things had changed between you in the time between you declaring him the winner and you and Jake finally telling everyone you were dating, the difference being, it now felt to some extent as if he were avoiding you. Although why, you had no idea.
And if you were going to be completely honest, it was his day that you were looking forward to the most. Although you weren’t going to be honest and you were going to tuck that away deep in your mind and avoid thinking on it at any cost. No need to fully disclose to anyone that you had been thinking about Danny on and off for the last year…right?
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You emerged from the bathroom in bikini bottoms with your top held in place only by your hands and the tie done up around your neck. Jake and Josh’s voices drifted from the tiny kitchen of the cabin through the cracked door of the bedroom and you made your way to find them.
You had gone hiking not long after deciding on the terms of the agreement and the fresh air was a welcome diversion from the impending situation that you still weren’t quite ready for. But now you and the boys were preparing to relax in the hot tub and you could only guess how long that relaxation would last until Sam was coming on to you.
"You want wine or liquor tonight, mama?" Josh asked as you appeared in the kitchen, hands still clutching the top against your chest.
"Liquor, definitely liquor," you mused. Presumably it was only a matter of time before you and Sam found yourselves…getting reacquainted, all while your boyfriend was in the other room. Yeah, you definitely needed liquor to calm you through your nerves.
They both laughed, a knowing tension palpable in the air. But the levity was welcomed.
"Jake, can you tie my top please?" You shifted toward your boyfriend as Josh made you a drink.
His hands grazed across your back before finding the ties hanging low at your sides. His fingers brushed against your skin all the while, sending shockwaves of familiar need jolting through your body, and you instantly wished Josh wasn’t in the room.
When your top was fastened tightly around your torso, your hands dropped and Josh offered you the concoction he had made, a mixture which had you wincing not long after sipping.
"Too strong?" he asked, an amused look in his eyes.
"No, it's good," you choked out, your eyes still squinting from the burn of the whiskey as it flowed down your throat, much to Jake’s amusement.
"Let me try." Jake used his proximity to grip you by the waist and pull you into his chest, taking the glass right out of your hands to sip.
"I'll meet you kids out there," Josh sang as he turned to leave and join the other two in the hot tub.
"Do you want me to make you something better?" Jake asked, turning all of his attention to you.
"No, this is fine. I'll power through."
His hands danced around your hips, holding you away from him so he could look you up and down with an appreciative smile on his face. "You look amazing tonight."
You couldn't help but reciprocate. "Mmm, so do you. I miss you already."
His smile sweetened at your sentiment and if you looked carefully, you could have sworn there was a rosy tint that found his cheeks before he pulled you back in and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.
"You'll have me soon enough," he whispered, his eyes closed as he let his forehead find yours.
"No, not soon enough," you breathed back and in an instant his lips were on yours, his mouth moving against yours like it belonged there.
"Please, not another repeat of me walking in on you two. My eyes can only take so much." It was Sammy who had entered the kitchen without a sound and now stood at the kitchen island shaking his head in mock disapproval, breaking you and Jake out of your trance.
"Shut up, Sam," was all you heard Jake say as you took your drink back and sauntered through the kitchen and out the door, shaking your head with a light laugh at the bassist who just always had to instigate.
The hot tub was a welcome sensation after the hiking that had taken place earlier in the day and as you sank into its warmth, letting the water hit your chin as you shivered down in, Danny and Josh were already settled in across from you.
"God it's hot," Josh remarked as he practically chugged his drink in front of you, earning a chuckle from his audience.
"I think that's the point, Josh," Danny remarked, shaking his head with a light laugh.
Josh was gesturing to the thermostat that sat behind you on the outside of the thick plastic tub when Sam emerged from behind you with a bottle of liquor in his hand, no glass in sight.
"Turn this thing down," Josh demanded in between sips but Sam stopped you from turning as he slid in next to you, pressed very closely and practically letting his entire side touch yours.
"Don't you dare. If you can't handle the heat, get out of the kitchen." He was facing Josh as he spoke but all the while his arm was busy draping over your shoulders and pulling you further into him, as if he were addressing you both.
"I cannot handle the heat," Josh quipped back, shaking his head as if he were talking to himself and gliding out of the water to sit on the edge of the hot tub with just his feet dangling in.
On your side of the hot tub, Jake forced his feet between you and Sam's bodies, easing into the water and effectively splitting you two apart, replacing Sam's body with his own.
"Being possessive already, I should have known." Sam was giving his brother a cold, wounded look while Danny watched on in lighthearted amusement.
"Desperation isn't a good look, Sam," he teased.
Jake looked utterly pleased with himself as he pulled you into his lap. "Maybe you should listen to Danny."
"Maybe you should listen to Daniel," Sam clapped back with no hesitation, no doubt addressing the elephant in the room which was the fact that Danny had been declared the best in bed a year prior and your boyfriend had not.
So the glare that Jake shot toward Sam was warranted.
But Danny was unphased, lounging back with his hands behind his head in an unusual smugness that actually looked good on him. "I agree, we should all listen to me."
"Now look at him, you've made him cocky," Josh shook his head your way.
"You're all cocky, and through no fault of my own, I might add. Now would you all please stop measuring dicks so I can relax?"
Eventually the conversation drifted away toward Danny's playlist as he was the one connected to the little bluetooth speaker, the boys giving him a hard time over certain songs and then proceeding to get into a heated debate about the best version of some album. And when Jake got too invested in arguing with his brothers, you moved off his lap and sank into a molded plastic chair with the drink that you were nursing, appreciating the warmth surrounding you and the argument serving as your entertainment. It was relaxing. Noisy, certainly, but relaxing nonetheless.
They were all so passionate, after all. And it was easy to listen to them discuss the things they were passionate about. Or rather, fight about the things they were passionate about. You could be a quiet observer of the whole thing and never once feel excluded. That was one thing that hadn't changed when you and Jake had started dating. In fact, not much had changed. He was still the same Jake you had always known. And the boys were the same, too. Maybe a bit less flirty although could you even say that considering where you were and what you were doing?
But the biggest difference was arguably your relationship with Danny. There had been moments before your little challenge where there was a palpable tension, like the time he came out of the shower unexpectedly to find you rummaging around in his jewelry. But after, it was like he was being extra careful not to find himself in a similar situation. And if you were being honest, you were being careful as well. Not that you had ever been tempted to make a move, certainly not since you had been with Jake. It just felt as though Danny was afraid to even be in a room with you alone now. But maybe you were reading too much into it.
You couldn't deny though that there had been glances since your arrival at the cabin, exchanged in secret even between the two of you. And the only reason you were letting yourself glance was because you would be having sex with him in two days, why not warm up a bit? So why did it feel so indulgent, shifting your eyes to his form as he lounged in the hot tub and defended his music taste to his bandmates? Why did it feel so indulgent watching his muscles flex as water droplets cascaded from his hair and rolled down his smooth skin?
"It's too cold out here, I'm going inside." Josh was suddenly climbing off the side of the hot tub wrapping a towel around his mostly-dry body, practically yanking you from your thoughts and leaving you with a harsh guilt as Jake found his way back to you in the small space.
"It wouldn't be so cold if you actually got in the hot tub, Josh," Jake explained to his older brother, who wasn't having it.
"The water is too hot."
"Oh my god just let him go inside." There was exasperation in Sam's voice, likely because Jake was threatening to get in the way of Sammy getting you all to himself, but Jake just rolled his eyes and returned his arms around you.
"I'll come with you; I can't feel my legs anymore," Danny said, climbing out of the hot tub after Josh and disconnecting his phone from the speaker, leaving only the sound of the bubbling water as he and Josh padded across the deck. You could hear faint laughter and muffled talking as they closed the door behind them and in their wake was left a somewhat awkward tension that you didn't care much for. Although the alternative seemed just as awkward at the moment.
"Do you want to get out, baby?" Jake asked.
"No, I think I'll stay. Not ready to brave the cold just yet." You gave him a soft smile. You really couldn't be around Danny anymore for the night so the hot tub seemed like the best option. But of course, Sam was quick to ruin the moment.
"Don't worry, I'll take good care of her." There was a grin on his face that you had a hunch would remain there for a while.
He certainly wasn't going easy on Jake.
"God, he's making me regret this."
He had a frustrated smirk on his face, one that held a muted anger toward his younger brother and his choice of words, intentionally pushing his buttons in a way that Jake certainly didn’t appreciate. So when he turned to you, annoyance flaring behind his eyes, and pulled you into a kiss, you could practically taste the jealousy on his lips. And if you were being honest, you loved the way it tasted.
It was a kiss far too heated for how long it lasted, suddenly making you wish it was Sammy getting out of the hot tub to leave you and Jake to it. It hadn’t even been that long since you had had him but god, his lips made you forget about Danny in an instant and remember that you were in a near constant ache for him. Even after a year. His hands left scorches on your body, familiar paths that begged for his touch whenever they went without. You were like a map that only he knew how to read. And you’d be perfectly happy if he never set you down.
But it wasn’t Jake’s night. It was Sam’s.
"I'll be upstairs with Josh and Danny, if you need me," Jake breathed as he forced himself to break the kiss.
You simply nodded but Sam was quick on his feet to fill your heavy silence. "We won't need you but thanks."
Jake merely responded with a middle finger presented in Sam’s direction as he kissed your cheek and you found it difficult to stop yourself from turning your head and catching his lips again. But you stayed strong and soon Jake was exiting the hot tub and padding across the deck to the sliding door to join Josh and Danny, leaving you sitting in the warm water across from an all-too smug Sammy.
You shook your head disapprovingly at him. At his antics. “Do you have to give him such a hard time?"
His smirk never waned. "Yes, I do, actually. It keeps him young.”
It was unintentional, the chuckle that rose from your lungs at his words as Sam dried his hand on a nearby towel and connected his phone to the speaker, turning on a playlist that he must have crafted specifically for this type of situation as Hozier's NFWMB worked its way through the speaker.
It was too palpable then, the tension in the air. You were painfully aware that you now found yourself alone with the boy who was supposed to make a move on you. The boy who wasn't your boyfriend. The boy you were meant to have sex with for the night. God, you really needed to stop agreeing to this.
"I've been meaning to ask you how you managed to convince him to do this again," you said, hoping to distract him and delay what you knew was coming. You weren't quite prepared, after all. Not mentally at least. Your body must have held some excitement at the thought of what was to come but your brain was too preoccupied with nerves to enjoy it. So you settled for your distraction instead, hoping you'd abandon your nerves at some point during the conversation.
"Oh you think I did all of the convincing?" Sam asked with amusement on his face, still sitting across the hot tub from you.
"I'm assuming so, yes."
"Then you'll be surprised to hear that it was actually Danny."
Yes, that was a surprise.
"Of course I was the one that brought it up but Jake was intrigued by the idea," he continued. "He didn't win last time either."
"So why did he need convincing?"
"He was worried he'd find out that Danny satisfies you better than he can," Sam retorted rather plainly.
If you had taken more than a moment to think about it, to acknowledge it, it made perfect sense. Jake had never said much about your verdict the last time around but surely he thought about it. At least from time to time. How could he not? But here you were, about to find yourself in this situation for a second time. And he had been the one to suggest it to you. So what had changed?
"Okay but he must not be worried about that now because he agreed to it, right?"
"Like I said, he was convinced."
"You're being so fucking cryptic, Sam. Just tell me what Danny said to him."
Your patience was wearing thin and as much as Sam was loving it, he held his palms up in faux pleading.
"I don't know what he said to him, little miss pushy. All I know is that they went into a different room, talked, and when they came back out, he said he'd ask you. I think they came to an agreement of some kind."
"Like what, Danny promises not to make me come?"
It was mostly a sarcastic remark on your part as you fidgeted with your now empty glass but when you lifted your eyes to meet Sam's, there was a look there that suggested he was intrigued by the idea of Danny refusing to let you come. Although maybe you were misreading his look entirely.
"I wouldn't put my money on that," he said with a smirk on his face that paired a little too well with the deliberate sultriness that now guided his voice across the hot tub and over to you.
Maybe it was best to ignore that little remark.
"Would he tell me if I asked?"
He rolled his eyes with a heavy sigh, probably at your unwillingness thus far to be cheeky right along with him. You were denying him all his fun in your quest for answers. How rude of you.
"I'm sure you'll find out by the end of the week so why don't you just enjoy yourself, pretty girl," he said, crossing to your side of the hot tub and planting himself firmly in front of you, mere inches away, like a tower of marble looming over you.
You folded your arms across your chest, unhappily. He hadn't given you nearly the amount of information that you'd need to be satisfied.
"Never any patience," he said with a click of his tongue.
You merely shot him a cold stare, one that happened to amuse him endlessly as he paid no mind and leaned passed you, letting his hands grip the edge of the hot tub on either side of your form so he could see the temperature of the water on the screen that still sat behind you.
His torso pressed into your arms as he strained to get a better look and his attempt to get you riled up made you roll your eyes. It was going to take a bit more than that to shift your attention from the information he had just shared with you. It would take more than his hair brushing over your shoulder lightly as he leaned back and more than his firm grip from years of plucking bass strings on your wrists as he unfolded your arms from your chest.
"You need another drink; you're single handedly cooling off this hot tub."
He still had your wrists in his hands, pinned to your sides beneath the water as he continued his taunting.
"I am not," you huffed, rather child-like if you were being honest.
"Are too. It's dropped like 5 degrees."
"No it hasn't, you're just being mean."
"I'm trying to be playful to get you to lighten up."
"They're keeping secrets from me."
There it was, out in the open, in front of Sam no less. It felt like Danny and Jake hadn’t been honest with you about what was going on and although you didn't expect Danny to have that conversation with you, you did expect Jake to. Why didn't Jake make you privy to the conversation he and Danny had had before this whole thing started? And did Jake feel threatened by Danny? You didn't really want to ponder those two questions with Sam while he was busy trying to fuck you.
He sighed heavily for a second time, dropping his cocky and seductive demeanor slightly, somewhat defeated by your inability to think past the whole Danny and Jake situation but recognizing that you clearly needed some type of reassurance.
"They're not keeping secrets from you," he tried, although in somewhat of an exasperated tone if you were to analyze it. "They're just waiting to tell you, I'm sure of it."
Your silence was heavy, just like your eyes which you couldn't bring to meet his. So he let go of your wrists and slid his fingers up your arms, to your shoulders and up the sides of your neck until he was holding your face between his hands and forcing you to look up at him.
"I'm sure of it, y/n," he said much more seriously than anything else he had remarked that night.
But his usual, playful demeanor that seemed to both get him into trouble and out of trouble wasn’t too far away. "Would you please stop pouting and drink with me?"
You sighed but nodded and picked your empty glass up off the deck near you as he grabbed the bottle of liquor sitting beside it, pouring you some just before he brought the bottle up to his own lips and took a shot himself. You followed his lead and threw yours back before presenting your glass to him for another.
"Now we're talking," he said with a smile as he refilled your glass and took another swig.
He was still close and you tried to focus on that now, his proximity. The way he had grabbed your wrists like he owned you, the way he had taken your face in his hands knowing he didn't. You didn't give Sam enough credit. He was annoying, sure, but could lighten any mood, ease any tension, and all with a simple smile that insinuated that by playing along, you were giving him everything in the world. He was confident and arrogant and somehow he made it feel like being in that hot tub with you right then was his only job in the world. His only care in the world. It wasn't so hard to guess why he had women constantly falling at his feet.
It was the alcohol that was warming you up to the idea of having sex with him, or really, the idea of having sex with anyone who wasn't Jake, but more than the liquor you were just allowing yourself to want him. There was a place inside of you surely that still wanted him the way you did a year ago. You just had to push past your thoughts of Jake and find it.
So you focused on Sam, on the way his hand expertly gripped the liquor bottle as he brought it up to his lips, the way his long neck stretched as he threw his head back to take another drink, the way his adam's apple bobbed as he gulped down the fiery booze, the way his unoccupied hand absentmindedly brushed against your arm as he leaned into you, replacing his hand on the edge of the hot tub. And the way he smelled, fuck. Like patchouli and something a bit darker but ultimately like Sam, warm and comforting and yes, even inviting. He was doing what he could to draw you in and maybe it was working.
"I'll take another one," you said quietly, the frustration gone from your voice and replaced by something a bit more timid and telling. Something just for him.
"Anything for you, princess."
You were expecting him to pour the liquid directly into the glass you were now holding between your bodies but instead, he slowly took the glass from your hand and set it on the deck just out of your reach. And then, with his hand that had been keeping him leaning over you, he pulled your waist into his and held you firmly to him as his hand wandered around to your back. There was a familiar dark, aroused look in his eyes but there was still amusement there. Maybe he was amused by your confusion. Whatever it was, it never wavered as he threw his head back yet again to swill liquor in his mouth and then without so much as a verbal warning, he set the bottle down, grabbed your jaw harshly with his hand, and spit the liquor into your now open mouth.
"Swallow for me, princess," he said, still gripping your jaw.
And fuck, if he was going to be giving commands, you were going to listen.
As soon as you swallowed the liquid down, Sam's mouth was on yours, his lips moving fiercely and fervently against yours, practically lapping up the aftertaste of the liquor still burning in the back of your throat and happily swallowing the involuntary whimpers he was eliciting from you. It was simultaneously exactly how you remembered it and nothing like it had been before. He smelled familiar, felt familiar, tasted familiar. But the need behind his lips, the fire igniting inside of you at the feeling of his hands gripping your face like he couldn't bring you close enough to satisfy himself? It felt entirely new. And you couldn't help but relent to the newness.
It was all part of the agreement, yes. But you knew a part of you would probably feel a bit guilty later as you inevitably replayed in your mind the way you pushed Sammy back to the opposite side of the hot tub and shamelessly climbed on top of him, all without breaking the kiss.
"That was the hottest thing you've ever done but I hate it when you call me princess," you remarked as you grinded down on his now-hardened state which sat heavily between your legs and begged for some attention.
"Yeah sure seems like it," Sam quipped back, a bit too breathlessly to give him the upper hand in the situation.
And god, the way he sounded when he was breathless as the grinding of your hips drove him crazy? It was like music to your ears.
His fingers set out to undo the work Jake had done neatly tying your bikini top and as soon as your chest was free, his mouth worked its way down to taste the supple skin there, letting his tongue linger around your nipples, hardened in the chilly air surrounding you.
With just as much force as you had used to push him back, he pushed you then, until your back was pressed firmly against the opposite side of the hot tub. And it wasn't long after that his shorts were being pushed down his thighs, along with your own bottoms, and he was wrapping your legs around his waist beneath the water and gliding into you easily.
The low 'fuck' that fell from your lips as he bottomed out matched the moan that escaped his at the same time. You hadn't thought much on your night with Sammy a year ago but the stretch of your walls around his cock brought the memories flooding back. Although you didn't remember it feeling quite this good.
It came more naturally this time, though. Long languid thrusts as he slowed the pace you had picked up while kissing to something a bit more tear-inducing as he gave you just enough to leave you wanting more. It was more purposeful this time around, albeit much less private, a fact you were becoming painfully aware of as you fought to control the praises you so eagerly would have sang for him if you weren't within earshot of the rest of his band.
But Sam had already had a taste of how loud you could be in bed so you shouldn't have been surprised when he took notice.
“You’re holding out on me, y/n, why? Do I not feel good?” he asked as he continued his slow movements, drawing out almost completely and then slamming back into you all in one fluid motion.
“No, you feel amazing." Your words were more a sigh than anything. "I-I just feel like I need to be quiet," you tried to finish quickly as the head of his cock brushed against the spot within you that made it hard to form intelligent thoughts.
With the reassurance that you were in fact enjoying him, he picked up the pace, urging you with his body to abandon your insecurities.
“Be as loud as you fucking want to be, pretty girl," he urged, although it was hard to focus on his words given the way his cock moved inside of you. "I guarantee you they are each eagerly waiting for your sounds. Besides, the louder you are, the better my reputation. And the more I can rub it in Jake’s face."
His words were turning you on further, the filth behind them, the idea of the other boys listening for your sounds. But you hated to admit that to him so you went a different route when the air finally returned to your lungs.
“If you try and make him jealous on purpose, I’m telling everyone you didn’t make me come.”
At your words, he slowed his movements again, and you bit back the sound of frustration that you felt forming in your chest.
“You think he doesn’t get off on it? Why do you think he agreed to this in the first place? He fucking loves it, y/n, knowing he has something we all desperately want. He’s up for the challenge, don’t you worry.”
‘Something we all desperately want’. Jesus, he was doing things to you with his words. Not that his words were what you needed at the moment.
“Oh just fuck me, Sammy.”
“That was always the plan,” he said before he laid the palm of his hand flat against your chest and pushed you back, angling your hips upward in the process so that his next sharp thrust upward caught your g-spot, and every thrust after.
“Oh fuck, yes, just like that.” You couldn't stop the arch that formed in your back as your head fell backward and rested against the deck, your hips still attached to his as he drove into you.
“That’s my girl,” he praised you and despite the fact that his words went straight to your core, you huffed out a, “N-not yours. Jake’s”.
He delivered a harsh smack across one of your tits to silence you, all the while keeping his pace. “I don’t want to hear his name out of your mouth again while I’m inside of you,” he grunted.
“Why, am I making you jealous?” you pushed, your voice already faltering as the knot in your stomach tightened and threatened to snap.
The warmth of the water was nothing compared to the warmth spreading within you like a wildfire as Sam played your body as expertly as he played his bass on stage, the same fucked-out face he wore on stage while he was speaking bass too only a product of your pussy clenching around him, making it much more rewarding to drink in as you lifted your head from the deck to watch him in all his glory, sweat and water dripping down his forehead, down his long neck and chest adorned with a geometric necklace bouncing against his skin as he found his rhythm.
“Do I need to remind you whose cock it is that you’re begging for right now?”
There was fury in his eyes at your disobedience, no doubt fueling him in his quest to make you come. And he was close to getting exactly what he wanted, as your walls began clenching around him, urging him to continue his movements despite what your mouth was saying.
Maybe he was better at this than you remembered.
“N-fuck-no.” He was making it far too fun to be difficult.
“Say it, I want to hear it,” he said through clenched teeth.
You wanted to say it, but even more than that, you wanted to know what he would do if you refused. So you stayed silent, trying desperately to quiet the moans that bit at the back of your throat as he lifted your leg higher above his hip, angling his cock in just a bit deeper.
He shook his head with a laugh, born out of more exasperation than humor. “Such a bad listener.”
With that, he lifted your leg up over his shoulder, hooking your ankle behind his neck and thrusting forward until the tip of his cock hit your cervix, making you cry out as you couldn’t help but give in.
“Fuck! It’s yours, Sammy, jesus christ!”
But he wasn’t finished with his taunting. "Oh I know you can say my name louder than that."
God, he was pushing it. And fuck if it wasn’t doing things to you.
"Fuck, Sam!" Your voice was louder that time, intentional or not, as his hips drove into you at a relentless pace and the muscles in your leg burned with the stretch that would have hurt much more if it was the only sensation you could focus on, if the tight knot in your core hadn’t been so close to snapping and breaking you in half along with it.
"Come on, you want him to hear you, don't you? I know you get off on it too, why else would you have agreed to this again and in such a small space no less? You want him to listen, you want him to hear how good we all make you feel. Now scream my name and let him know how good I make you feel."
It hit you hard, his filthy words pushing you over a ledge you didn’t know you were so close to. And as your orgasm crashed through your body, his name, along with a string of expletives, tore their way up from your lungs.
“There it is,” was all he said, satisfaction overflowing in his voice, before you felt his hips lose their rhythm and he finally stilled inside of you, his breathing shallow and fast as he dropped your leg back around his hip and leaned over your frame, falling into your chest.
Your legs were still wrapped around him when he asked, “Was that so difficult?”
You let out an exhausted chuckle as you pushed you both upright and moved to hold onto his shoulders, his cock still buried deeply inside of you.
“Quit while you’re ahead, Sammy.”
It was a different kind of intimacy, one that you realized you didn't mind with Sam, joking and giving each other a hard time while he was still stretching you, still twitching inside of you with the aftershocks of his own pleasure as your muscles involuntarily flexed around him, his lungs fighting to regain their composure. But it was dirty more than anything.
“Oh so I’m ahead,” he huffed, keeping one hand wrapped under your thigh, holding you around his waist while the other traveled up your back as you let your forehead rest against his shoulder.
“You're the only one who has gone so yeah, you're ahead." You punctuated it with a kiss to his shoulder before adding, "For now."
"I swear, if you let Danny win again we're going to just have to keep doing this until he's de-throned, preferably by me."
You straightened again so you could look at him while you teased. "Well maybe you should just learn how to be better in bed," you said with a shrug and a playful smirk on your lips.
He squinted at you in disapproval, his hands now holding your hips. "Don't be cute, I blew your mind."
"You don't think Danny will too?"
He rolled his eyes at your insistence before resigning himself to move on. "Just do me a favor and be as loud as you were tonight. But don't say any names; makes it harder to focus."
You couldn't contain the boisterous laugh that erupted from your lungs, garnering a smile from the boy still holding you as you managed a "gross" through your laughter.
He looked like he had more to say on the subject but instead, as your laughter subsided, he changed the subject after a pause.
"Do you want to race to the shower?"
"Obviously."
Day Two: Josh
You woke up sore from the activities of the previous day, mostly the muscles in one specific leg, so as Sam massaged your calf and thigh with his thumbs and suggested it might be nice to play some board games and drink, a terrible combination as it were, it was all too enticing to pass up.
If they were competitive when they were sober, it was much worse when they were drunk. And it extended to board games, too. Go figure.
Still, it was humorous to spend the day fighting with them over stupid rules that didn’t really change the outcome of the game. It was fun to watch Jake get drunk and blatantly cheat while donning his Oliver Reed persona. It was entertaining watching Sam flip the game board for the millionth time as even Danny himself had to take a deep breath to hold back his growing anger. It was amusing watching Josh monologue to whomever would listen, discussing the ethics of the game at hand, all the while his brothers were trying to drown out his talking with much louder, much more incoherent talking. They were in rare sorts, stressed by the larger competition at hand but loving every second of it and turning each game into a larger metaphor as if you could judge their sexual prowess by who had the most life tiles at the end of your game of Life or who ate the most balls in Hungry Hungry Hippos. Now that was entertaining.
And only two spilled drinks by the end of it? A success in your book.
But eventually, as the day turned into evening, there was a natural lull as Jake lit up a pipe and Sam ventured into the kitchen in search of more booze and you once again found yourself riddled with nerves. You and Josh weren’t as drunk as the rest of the group, something you were starting to regret as the day grew later and you didn’t feel all that ready to take on another boy. And so soon after the last, too.
But again, that wasn’t the real issue plaguing you. You knew deep down that your nerves really had nothing to do with Josh. In fact, he was probably the easiest to enter into this sort of agreement with. Physical intimacy wasn’t something Josh was ever weird about. He saw it as a natural part of life, a natural part of loving someone which he somehow managed to make feel natural even with a platonic friend as you were.
No, it was once again your shifting eyes toward Danny throughout the day that had left you feeling guilty over the way you wanted him. And with his day fast approaching, you weren’t really sure what to do with yourself.
So you excused yourself from the confines of the walls around you for some much needed air.
It was cold and damp out on the porch and the sun had already begun setting for the day, taking with it any remaining bit of warmth. You didn't really mind the gloom though. The foggy mist that had set in and gave indication as to the melancholy hanging in the air was beautiful, it truly was. And it was a nice quiet that surrounded you, especially.
It was Danny who came and found you leaned against the porch railing, breathing in the chilly mist that clung to the air in front of you.
He leaned his arms against the railing next to you. "Are you okay?"
"Oh, yeah, I'm fine," you tried your best to reassure him, even though it wasn’t totally the truth. But you couldn’t exactly tell him he was the problem, he was the one plaguing your thoughts.
"You don't have to just say that, you know."
God, these boys could be perceptive. Maybe they all knew you too well.
"No, I know."
A heavy silence fell over you as Danny was most likely deciding whether to push you and question you, to ask you why you felt the need to lie to him. But to your relief, he didn’t. He merely studied the side of your face then turned his gaze back to the scenery before you, letting the silence linger on for a moment before he finally spoke again.
“I’ve been thinking about this for a while,” he said, turning his head back to face you as you avoided his eyes by studying the railing beneath your arms.
You were stunned, although you tried not to show it. Maybe it was the alcohol that had made him so brave, though he didn’t exactly tell you what part of this he had been thinking about for a while. But as you realized this was the first time you had been alone with Danny in almost a year, you leaned away from the railing and straightened, effectively distancing yourself from him.
He straightened along with you, turning now to fully face you as your eyes still avoided his at all costs. “I just want you to be happy, I hope you know that.”
You glanced up at him, nodding feebly, not totally sure what he had meant by it though if you had to take a guess, you probably wouldn’t be that far off. There was a guilt that rose up in your chest as you searched for anything to look at but him, plagued by the fact that you wanted him to reach out and touch you, something you shouldn’t have wanted.
As if he could read your mind, he took a step closer to you, and then another, until he was mere inches away from you. Slowly, one hand reached up to take your chin between his thumb and forefinger, delicately lifting your face and forcing you to finally look at him. And the look on his face was dark, not unlike the way it had been when he had extended his hand to you a year ago and led you from his kitchen to his bedroom. Only this time, it looked as though he were about to let his lips linger far too sweetly on yours considering the way you wanted him to push you up against the side of the cabin and take you right there.
But as his lips drew closer to yours and you found him now centimeters away, he halted his movements to whisper.
“I intend to make you indescribably happy, every chance that I get."
With a swipe of his thumb along your bottom lip, he retreated back into the cabin, leaving you standing there alone with your thoughts, chest heaving at how close he had been and how far he now was.
Fuck.
You trailed in several minutes later, expecting to see the boys fighting over a new game but instead finding only Josh scrolling through a playlist as he put on his own music, muffled voices trailing down from the lofted space above you both.
“They went upstairs, something about a riff they wanted to play. And probably argue about.”
You gave an awkward chuckle. “Sounds like them.”
He finally settled on a song then turned his attention to you.
“Sit with me?”
You nodded silently.
He dropped two pillows in front of the smooth blue tiles of the fireplace, one behind the other, then plucked the bottle of whiskey sitting on the hearth and used the raging fire to light some incense.
"You've been awfully distant today," he said, sitting on the pillow farthest from the fireplace and setting the bottle of whiskey down on the rug next to him.
"Just lost in thought is all," you said quietly, sitting on the pillow opposite him to face him with your back to the fire.
"Anything you want to talk about?"
"No…” you trailed off, before adding, “I don't know."
"Talk to me, mama."
He was encouraging but still gentle, something you always appreciated about him.
"I'm just a little confused, I guess." You shrugged. It wasn’t very easy to put into words now that you were thinking about it.
"About what?"
"Everything," you laughed, gesturing widely around you.
He gave you an understanding smile. "Sex can both complicate things and uncomplicate things." He removed the top of the whiskey bottle and passed it to you before continuing. "Sex with Jake? Uncomplicated. Sex with Danny?"
"Complicated," you finished for him, taking the bottle from his hands and gulping down a long, fiery swig.
"It's human nature to use sex as a tool of discovery. Maybe you're confused because you've discovered something."
He was more right than you wished he was and you sat there a moment with it, with the realization that perhaps that was the whole thing. You had feelings for Danny. Feelings of lust, anyway. Nothing like your feelings for Jake and yet feelings you couldn’t bring yourself to deny, no matter how much you wished you could.
"What about you?” you asked. “Complicated or uncomplicated?"
"I'm whatever you want me to be," he shrugged, taking the bottle back and setting it back down on the floor.
"I could use a bit of uncomplicated right now."
"Then let me uncomplicate things for you. Turn around."
You did as you were told, sitting on the pillow with your legs crossed, soaking in the warmth of the fire before you.
“Can I take your shirt off?”
You nodded and together you and Josh raised the hem of your shirt up and over your head, leaving you in a pale lavender bra with lace cups. You stripped yourself of your leggings too, exposing the matching lace panties you were wearing that you hoped he would appreciate.
Josh adjusted on the pillow behind you, his legs outstretched on either side of you. You had goosebumps, just waiting for him to do whatever it was he was planning on doing, waiting for him to touch you.
“Relax, mama,” he whispered next to you, before his hands reached out and brushed your hair off of your shoulders. You jumped slightly at the sudden contact but quickly melted into his hands as he ran them up the sides of your neck and into your hair to gently massage your scalp.
“Shhh,” he comforted you. “We’re gonna go slow. I’m just going to touch you right now.”
Fuck, there was nothing you wanted more than to go slow with Josh.
"What if someone walks in?"
"I don't think they're sober enough to get back down the stairs."
He touched you differently than Jake ever did. When Jake touched you, it always felt very deliberate, like he had thought carefully about the way his fingers would dance across your skin, like he had orchestrated it all in his mind before he ever did it. But Josh touched you as if it had just crossed his mind and he had no option other than to act on it, as if the universe were calling out to him in that moment and saying ‘Do it. Reach for her.’ and he had no choice but to listen.
Jake was right, they all did give you something unique. Not something you needed in his absence or something you longed for when he was around. It wasn’t something that was missing. It was just something added.
You didn’t even realize you had leaned back into Josh until his hands dropped down to your elbows and ran smooth lines up to the tips of your shoulders, all while he hummed gently with his nose pressed into your neck.
You couldn't help the way your head fell back onto his shoulder and the feeling of his fingers exploring the lines of your collarbone and the dip on your chest between your breasts. His touch was sensual yet electrifying, drawing goosebumps out of your skin everywhere he touched. It was featherlight, the way his fingers handled you, a stark contrast to how any of the other boys had ever touched you, certainly a contrast to how Sam had touched you the night before.
Slowly, his fingers traced over the hem of the lacy cups of your bra and you felt your back arch slightly, involuntarily, willing his hands to touch you with more purpose.
“How do you feel, y/n?” he asked as his hands worked over you, the pads of his thumbs brushing lightly over your nipples, ghosting past too fast as you gasped at the sensation.
“So good, Joshy. You make me feel so good.” The words escaped your mouth as nothing more than a breathy whine, no doubt making him privy to the effect he was having on you.
“That’s good,” he continued in a whisper hot against your neck. “Focus on my touch, focus on how it feels. Lose yourself in it.”
You were, in fact, losing yourself in it.
“And let me hear you, mama” he finished as he finally pulled the lace covering your breasts down to let a thumb and forefinger play with your now-exposed nipples.
The sound that worked its way from your lungs then as he pinched with just the right amount of pressure was not exactly as quiet as you had intended but Josh hummed in contentment against your neck like it was the only sound he ever wanted to hear.
And with a particularly hard tug, your back arched away from his body and into his hands, his name a whisper on your tongue. And the contact of his palms flat against you as he caught you and pushed you back into him practically lit your body on fire with a need for more.
But then his hands abandoned the swell of your breasts altogether, falling to your bare thighs where he let his fingers glide excruciatingly close to where you needed his touch, where you were quickly soaking through your matching lavender panties. Your legs came unfolded, almost instinctively, to give Josh more space to work as your thighs practically shook with need.
“Josh, please,” you whined in exasperation. You were not exactly the most patient person and his hands were beginning to drive you crazy. You wanted his fingers buried inside of you, you wanted your moans to fill the small cabin, you wanted Josh to show you just how different he was from his twin.
But he never relented. “You’ll get what you want, mama. Just be patient. Just a little longer.”
Fingers rubbing the insides of your thighs, dangerously close to your panty line, while Josh’s plush lips began working searing kisses into the side of your neck outstretched for him like a canvas asking to be painted on, your chest heaved in desire, your breath ragged as if you were already fucked out.
It felt like he had been teasing you for hours and you were starting to wonder how much longer you would last before you took his wrist in your hand and moved him to where you wanted him. But you didn’t have to wonder for long as he finally let his middle finger run up the fabric of your panties, stopping to let the tip of his fingers brush light circles over your lace-covered clit. It wasn’t exactly the relief you were looking for but the action forced the air from your lungs nonetheless.
“God, you’re so wet,” Josh breathed into your skin.
“It’s all for you, Joshy.” Your voice was shaky but it was worth the exertion when you heard a low ‘fuck’ fumble from his lips at your words, words that he quickly rewarded by pulling your panties to the side with one hand while his middle finger repeated its previous action, this time through your slick, wet folds, collecting what he could and trailing it up to your clit where he finally set in to give you some of the relief you so desperately desired.
Your hands found a grip on his legs as he quickly unraveled you, his work made easy thanks to the teasing that had come before it. And fuck if he wasn't just as good with his hands as his bandmates.
"Turn around. I need to taste you." His voice came breathlessly and no part of you wanted to argue although his hands were quickly doing you in and you weren't eager for him to stop his movements, even if it was just to change positions.
But it was his choice of words more than anything that spurred you on as you turned to face him and laid on your back, your head close to bumping into the hearth of the fireplace now at your back. He needed to taste you, not wanted. How could you say no to that? And if you were being honest, some part of you had always wondered if all of those singing lessons had come in handy in other ways.
Quickly he stripped himself of his shirt and settled between your legs and all coherent thought was wiped from your mind the second he rolled his tongue over your clit and pushed two fingers past your entrance, not wasting anymore time making you wait.
"Oh my god," was all you could manage as his tongue picked up where his fingers had left off in your earlier position and you knew you wouldn't last long.
Jake was good with his fingers. That was his forte. But Josh? Fuck, Josh was good with his tongue, expertly tracing around your clit as his fingers pumped in and out of you, practically sucking the soul out of your body in a manner so gentle it made you want to scream his name.
With his fingers delving into you all the while he alternated between delicate flicks of his tongue and light sucking, he was bringing you close and fast.
“Josh, fuck, please keep going, please," you cried, tears spilling out of the corners of your eyes at how painfully close to the edge you suddenly found yourself while one hand braced itself in his curls and the other clung to the hearth of the fireplace to support you as you leaned up to watch him eat you like you were his last meal.
And as the tension inside of you finally snapped, your head fell back and your hips lifted off the ground as you came on his tongue and his fingers, singing a prayer of expletives perhaps a bit too loudly. You might have cared if any part of you existed on earth at that moment.
He worked you through it diligently and the moment you came down from your high, Josh crawled up your body, rid himself of his pants and boxers, and pushed into you, eliciting a moan from both of you at the sensation of him filling you up, the spark of pleasure igniting from the recently lit flame that had torched your body.
His lips found yours as he continued his movements and he swallowed each of your moans down like it was his communion.
As his hand reached up to grip the mantle, his hips found their rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of you with ease and practically knocking the breath from your lungs with each sharp thrust. And his lips never left yours, something you didn't realize could be so hot as he drank down each of your sounds, muffling them until you arched away with your head falling back when his swollen tip reached a place inside of you that had you seeing stars.
As you lifted your head back up to look at him, you couldn’t help but want to ride him. Josh was so rideable, after all. It was just something about him, something about his neck when his head fell back and his toned arms as they held you in place and guided your movements down around him. So you quickly flipped the two of you so his back was pressed into the floor with a deep thud, the way yours had been moments ago, and with a grip in his hair, you pulled him up to meet you in a hugging position as your thighs bounced against his.
Your hold in his hair would have kept him close to you but he wrapped one arm around your waist anyway, tightening you against his chest as his other arm reached backward to grip the hearth and hold you both upright while you rolled your hips frantically against his. You were so fucking close and every movement now served to drive you even closer.
"Fuck, Josh, I'm gonna come," you cried from above him as you angled your hips just right to drive his cock into the spot you needed him on each downward thrust. And by the way he struggled to keep you both upright, the way his muscles tensed and the way filthy noises fell from his mouth with each of your movements, you could tell he was right there with you.
"Take what you need from me, mama. It's all yours. I'm all yours."
His words sent you over the edge and as you came hard around him, your hands gave his hair one final tug, tilting his head back and allowing you to capture his mouth with yours as you swallowed the sound of his high and muffled the sound of your own. And how he managed to keep you both from falling back as your walls tightened around him and milked him of every ounce of strength he had, you had no idea, but as you began slowing your movements, he finally let go of his grip and collapsed backward, keeping his arm around you so that when you fell with him, you landed firmly on his chest.
"Fuck," you breathed, your legs shaking on either side of him to the extent that he worried he broke you.
"Are you okay, mama?" He was just as breathless as you but his hands immediately moved to soothe you.
"Yes, I'm amazing, thank you," you huffed in a breathy, heavy laugh, full of fatigue and satisfaction.
He let out a similar sound as he smoothed your hair away from your face and rubbed up and down your back.
"Do you think we can get away with just staying here?" you asked. You knew the answer was no but you weren't sure your legs would carry you to Josh's bedroom. And staying there, curled up in front of the fire together? Well that didn't sound bad at all.
"They'll see us when they crawl down the stairs in the morning. The bed will be more comfortable than the floor though. One short walk and then you don't have to move again," he promised.
You gave him a begrudgingly groan that made him smile in satisfaction but then relented and pulled yourself to your feet where he was quick to steady you with an outstretched hand.
Grabbing a nearby blanket off the couch, he wrapped it around your form and led you to his room with a hand at the small of your back. His room layout matched yours and Jake's, although flipped and no poster bed. But it looked inviting nonetheless and as you collapsed onto it, Josh disappeared into his adjoining bathroom to clean himself off, reappearing moments later with a damp washcloth.
But you were already at the mercy of sleep when he returned, drifting in and out as he pulled the covers back for you and helped you under. You fell asleep pressed into the crook of his arm, breathing in his scent and playing with his hair as you floated away. He smelled different than Jake but in many ways he felt like Jake. And it was Jake who occupied your dreams that night.
Day Three: Danny
It was odd to think that the days were so normal and the nights were so…well, not normal.
You would spend the day hiking or playing board games with the boys, as if nothing about what you were doing was weird. Josh would take pictures of you and Jake in front of a waterfall, Danny would dare Sam to climb precarious-looking trees and Sam would do it, of course. And then you'd retreat back to the cabin for liquor and fun. And fucking.
It was an odd picture to paint, and one much too indecent for you to admit how much you were enjoying it. And today, you were certainly letting yourself enjoy it.
You were growing more sore with each passing day but when you finally did open your eyes to face the day (although rather late by the time reading on the clock), you were ready. Maybe it was the fact that it was Danny's day and you were finally able to allow yourself to want him without any guilt. Maybe it was also the fact that in a short 24 hours, you'd finally be nestled into Jake again, where you really belonged.
You dressed in your same baggy t-shirt and leggings to waltz into the kitchen, the smell of food luring you in while Josh was busy showering.
"It smells delicious," you commented as you entered and Jake, who was standing at the stove, turned with a wide smile.
"Look who's finally up," he said, spatula in hand.
"I'm surprised the three of you are up. And so chipper, too."
"He’s not chipper," Jake said in his Oliver Reed accent as he pointed the spatula over to where Sam sat wearing sunglasses and slumped over the kitchen island. "Someone got far too indulgent last night," he said with a light 'tsk'.
Your eyes met Danny's with confidence for the first time all week. "How about you? You were pretty drunk last night, too."
"Not nearly as drunk as these two," he answered with a half smile and a knowing glance, likely thinking back on what he had said to you on the porch. You had been thinking it too.
You had been borderline mopey up to that point it seemed, trudging through the thickness of your nerves, sinking into a deep guilt over things you couldn't really control. But it was time you broke out of that, out of your own thoughts. You deserved to enjoy this. The boys had all agreed, after all. There was no point in not having a good time.
So you turned your attention back to the boy at the stove, determined to make the best of the situation you found yourself in. It didn't have to be that you were wandering about throughout the day a puddle of nerves for what was to come. You could make them each want it, working salaciously to reach their turn. And with the two boys left that had yet to take their turn, there were even more opportunities.
You sauntered over to Jake and wrapped your arms around his waist to peer over his shoulder at what he was cooking. He had his maroon shirt mostly unbuttoned, the way he always did, so you let your hands roam over his exposed chest, turned away from the eyes of Danny and Sam who probably felt like they were intruding. Well, Danny probably did. Sam probably didn't give a shit. It was not the worst thing he had walked in on.
Jake hadn't been touched in over a week so as you ran your hands lower and lower, you felt his muscles tense almost involuntarily.
"Careful," he whispered for only you to hear above the sizzling of the food in the pan.
But you continued your movements as if they were innocent.
"What's cookin', good lookin'?" you asked, your hands now fully inside of his shirt and reaching the belt looped through his jeans. You let your fingers dip into the hem of his pants for only a brief moment before dragging your fingers back up his chest.
A sigh escaped his parted lips and he didn't respond, too lost in your touch to care about the food he was making until you finally pulled yourself away altogether. You walked backwards out of the kitchen and he turned to look longingly after you, like he wanted to follow you to the next room, push you onto your knees, and silence you with his dick down your throat.
"I'm gonna go shower," you winked at him, fully aware that Sam and Danny were both watching now, invested and maybe even a bit turned on by your antics, no doubt wishing it were them under your playful gaze.
You turned to leave without another look, expecting Jake to make a thinly-veiled excuse and follow you into the bathroom, but you heard Sam's voice instead, gravelly but stern.
"No, no, you have to wait your fucking turn."
"He's right, Jake. Follow the rules," you called back, earning a groan from poor Jakey as he turned back to the stove.
You took your time in the shower where you lost yourself in the warmth, soothing the deep ache in your muscles. God these boys were really doing a number on your body. Mostly your legs which were fatigued from hiking on the first day and never had a chance to recover.
But you were determined to see it through with the promise that Jake would be there at the end to take care of you. Although there was the possibility he would change his mind when he realized you had broken his only rule.
Don't wear the matching red set for anyone but him.
You had brought it with very specific intentions although you were losing your courage as the week went on. But you had already made a promise to yourself that you were going to enjoy this. That you were going to stop worrying about every little touch, every little feeling, and lean into the debauchery of it all. Rules were made to be broken, anyway.
So you slipped out of the shower, dried your hair and put on your makeup, and began the lengthy process of putting on the almost straight jacket-like lingerie that Jake loved so much. It was strappy, that was for sure, complete with a garter belt that tied nicely to the straps that dug deliciously into your thick thighs. And the cups were hardly cups at all, more just straps criss crossing delicately over your breasts and leaving little to the imagination, only the most sensitive bits left covered. But it was the bottoms that were your favorite part. And Jake's.
The matching red panties sat under the straps of the garter which would have been a nightmare to take off if one wanted to keep the garter belt and leg garters on. Only the panties had a perfect cutout between your legs, again leaving nothing to the imagination. Perfect for leaving on during sex.
It almost turned you on just to wear it, feeling so dirty, like you had a secret that no one else was aware of.
You admired yourself in the mirror, preparing to throw on leggings and an overly baggy t-shirt to better hide the secret that lay beneath, when your plan fell apart with the opening of a door.
"What the fuck do you think you're wearing?"
Jake stood in the doorway, a heated anger washing over his face. Although, anger wasn't the only thing you found there. His pupils were blown wide and again he looked at you like he wanted to force you to your knees to show him how sorry you were for what you were about to do.
Maybe it was time to push the envelope a bit. He didn't agree to this, per se, but if Sammy's words from the hot tub two nights earlier were correct, then maybe Jake was up for the challenge.
So you decided to test that theory.
"Oh, this?" you asked in an innocent tone. "Red is Danny's favorite color."
He seethed, practically burnt a hole in the floor where he stood clenching and unclenching his jaw and considering where he wanted this to go. "Didn't I specifically ask you not to wear that for anyone but me?"
"Well, it's the only red I have in my closet, honey. You want me to make Danny happy, don't you?"
Maybe that was too far and you were about to open your mouth to apologize when Jake’s face suddenly turned away from the anger and into something much more dangerous. He was going to play along.
Slowly he approached you, letting his eyes drift their way up your body, when he finally reached you and turned you gently to face yourself in the mirror as he looked on over your shoulder.
"God, you can be such a brat sometimes," he said, hands running up your sides a little too delicately given the look on his face.
"Well, you're already sharing…" you trailed off, no longer brave enough to finish that sentence.
His eyes practically turned black and slowly, he nudged your legs open with his knee and with one hand pressed into the small of your back, he bent you gently over the sink. "You're right, I am. And how sweet of me, too."
You were gripping the edges of the sink, absolutely dripping with need although there was no fabric between your legs for you to feel your wetness. God he was sexy when he played rough.
"But I'm going to let you in on a little secret. Hearing the noises you make while I can't touch you, it is so fucking frustrating."
Without any warning, he dipped his fingers into you and you were unable to control the sound you made as he slid them in and out a few times, no real purpose behind the movements other than to drive you crazy.
"And yet so fucking hot," he finished, pulling his fingers from you and inserting them into his mouth, before replacing them, teasing at your entrance until you choked out a sound of pleasure when finally curled them into you, this time withdrawing and using your slick to rub wide circles on your clit.
"So wet, baby," he mused. "Is this all for me or is some of it for Danny too?"
You were practically grinding backward in search of his touch. "No it's for you, Jake. It's all for you, please. I fucking need you." Your voice was a pathetic whine but you didn't care. You had one goal and that was to feel your boyfriend fill you up.
But he gave you a reprimanding 'tsk' as if you had answered wrong. "I don't think that would be very fair to Danny, if I wore you out before he even had the chance to wear you out himself."
"I don't care, I just need you Jake."
He threw your words back at you then, all too pleased with himself as his fingers alternated from diving into you and curling up into you and rubbing messy, wet circles around your exposed clit. "We have to follow the rules, baby. You have to be good."
"Fuck, no," you cried, partly in frustration, partly due to the fact that his fingers were once again curling into you with a fast-paced need, feeling for all of the places that made you quickly come undone.
He dipped down to speak in your ear then. "Will you be good for Danny? Are you going to make him happy?"
How could you not when he was asking so nicely?
"Shit, I'll be so good for him," you panted, trying to keep your voice semi-quiet so that no one could hear what the two of you were up to.
"Good, because if I find out you were a brat for him too, the only thing you'll be getting from me for the next month is teasing."
Jake denying you for disobeying Danny? Now that was a thought that planted seeds in your mind.
"Yes, sir," you promised, your knuckles now turning white with your grip on the counter. And you could tell he appreciated your words when you felt how hard he was through his jeans, pressed against your thigh.
"Fuck, say that again," he demanded.
"Yes, sir. I'll be good for Danny and I'll be good for you, I promise."
He withdrew his fingers just before you found your release, dipping them into his mouth to clean them off as he watched you in the mirror, your head threatening to hang defeated over the sink.
Silently he helped you straighten and turned you around so you were now facing him. And by the curious look in his eye, you could tell he knew you were wondering whether you should take the set off or not.
"Leave it on, baby. He's gonna love it." And then he was out the door.
—
You stretched out on the couch, your head in Jake's lap the way you watched movies splayed out on his couch at home. He ran his fingers through your hair, gently massaging your scalp. It reminded you of how Josh had played with your hair the previous night. Only the way his fingers twisted in your hair and his thumbs brushed over your forehead, it warmed you from the inside out. God you loved the way he touched you. No matter what any of these boys did to you, none of them could touch you the way he did.
You lifted your legs onto the couch, only for Josh to lift your feet to sit under them, placing them on his own lap.
"Do you want me to move?" you asked, suddenly aware of the fact that you weren't at Jake's house and you were taking up the whole couch.
"Absolutely not, mama. I'll just sit under your feet."
His thumbs absentmindedly worked their way over your feet as the movie began and his touch was reminiscent of how he had touched you the night before, soft and lingering and blurring the lines between intentional and unintentional.
On the opposite end of the couch, Jake’s fingers were tracing lines over your hairline, rubbing along your temple and the top of your ear just to swirl back up into your hair to revisit the trail all over again.
Danny had opted for the floor in front of you, close enough that you could smell the lingering scent of his shampoo but not blocking your view of the tv. His hand reached up over his shoulder to play with your fingers that you were letting dangle off the edge of the couch.
And then there was Sam, sitting in the recliner across the room with his feet hanging over the edge of the armrest, talking incessantly through the movie, much to Josh's annoyance. But there was no part of you that minded his commentary. In fact, it was the familiar sound of his voice paired with the soothing touches of the boys nearer to you that lulled you into a peaceful sleep, your mind floating in and out of the conversation happening around you.
Your body was exhausted from the hiking and the other activities you had partaken in. Not to mention, you just didn't sleep as well when Jake wasn't there. Not that you had had sleepless nights with Sammy and Josh. It just wasn't the same and your body was noticing.
“I think we’ve done a number on her already,” Jake remarked, just loud enough to pull you back from the clutches of sleep before you succumbed to the dark, warm depths of a comfortable slumber.
“Maybe she just needs some sleep tonight.” It was Danny’s voice then although if he said anything after, you didn’t hear it as you drifted out to a sea of exhaustion, waves of sleep overtaking you little by little, drifting in and out of the conversation surrounding you like the tides of the ocean creeping up the shoreline only to retreat again, never fully taking the beach.
It was Jake at the forefront of your mind as you drifted away and then suddenly Danny as if he naturally took his place, before you floated back enough to realize it was Danny’s voice filtering through your tired ears again.
“I’ll carry her to bed," you heard him say through the haze of your sleep.
“Don’t forget to show her a good time," Sam teased. Presumably Jake shot him a look.
You couldn’t help but drift further into sleep when suddenly you felt Danny placing you gently in the space on his bed where the covers were pulled back, trying not to wake you. But as soon as your body lay comfortably in his bed, surrounded by his scent and the realization that he was yours for the night, your mind woke fully. Silently you moved to sit up and pull your top up over your head but Danny stopped you with a firm grip on your wrist.
“You’re tired, sweetheart. I think you need a break.” He was giving you a soft yet stern look, trying to will you back into the deep sleep that had begun to overtake you, his brows furrowed in the concern that splayed so nicely across his features, not the way it did Sammy or Josh or even Jake. It didn’t look like it hurt him to worry about you. It looked like it was his job.
But fuck if it hadn’t been too long since you had been at the mercy of the drummer’s hands, the mercy of his expert touch. And you had no intention of letting that opportunity slip past you in favor of some much-needed sleep that you could catch up on when your cabin trip came to an end.
So you tested your voice. “No, I need you Danny.” You tried not to think too hard on Jake as you continued. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
It was the truth although maybe you shouldn’t have said it, for Jake’s sake. But there you were, both of you fully clothed, hardly touching, and you were already begging for him. It almost pained you to picture it, you in your sorry state, unable to deny Danny in favor of the sleep and rest you so desperately needed. It was his night, after all. You had been waiting for him. And in that moment, it felt clear that you’d been waiting for him for a full year.
So when he slowly brought his lips to yours to appease you and silence the sounds of your begging for him, you couldn’t help the involuntary hum that you breathed lightly against his mouth, a sound which he seemed to swallow happily judging by the way his lips opened for you and his tongue pushed its way into your mouth. It was like a switch had been flipped inside of you at the relief, a long-awaited end to the anticipation you had been feeling for far too long now. And you melted into him as a result.
He leaned into you, taking your face in his hands and letting his thumbs graze your jaw as he tasted you. But you quickly moved his hands to your thighs as you straddled him, tangling your hands in his hair so you could tilt his head back and move your mouth more firmly against his. There was a groan that escaped his mouth as you pulled his hair, one that he did little to suppress, and the sound combined with the taste of him on your tongue and the strength of his hands gripping your thighs, it brought you back to the night you shared almost a year ago. It was intoxicating.
He broke the kiss with a hand gripping your chin as he rested his forehead against yours. The sound of your breathing, each of you equally out of breath, layered delicately over the quiet hum of muffled voices on the tv not far away.
“Then we’re going to have to make sure you’re as wet as you can be or else I might break you,” he spoke, his forehead still pressed firmly against yours like he was trying desperately to keep his lips off of yours, a battle he soon lost.
There was an urgency behind his movements then, one matched by your own as you found yourself grinding down on him and attempting to push him backward so you could quickly strip him of his clothes and ride him the way you so desperately wanted, but it seemed he was determined to take his time with you as his hands and mouth slowed to a much different pace, making you wait for when he reconnected his lips to yours.
"Let me take my time with you, sweetheart,” he whispered. “It'll feel better that way."
You weren’t in the mood to go slow but you also weren’t in the mood to argue when you were at the mercy of his touch. So you let him slowly push you backwards until you were lying beneath him, his form hovering torturously far from yours.
His mouth moved to your jaw and then to your neck where he sucked lightly on the sensitive spot at the crook of your neck. And fuck if it was just as good as you remembered. He felt just as good as you remembered. And you were soon finding it hard to catch your breath.
But again, he pulled away too soon.
His breath was hot against your neck and you could feel your body involuntarily lifting from the mattress in search of his but he calmed you with one hand pressed to your stomach as a tantalizing question dripped from his mouth.
“Do you want my fingers or my mouth?”
Fuck, how could you even pick? You’d had his fingers before and they were heavenly, filling you nicely and treating you with a level of care mixed with roughness that only a drummer could replicate. But you had never had his mouth before and you imagined it was just as good. In fact, the idea of his tongue inside of you made your mouth water. You desperately wanted both.
“Is both an option?”
You felt him laugh against your neck as his hands found their way to the hem of your leggings and began working them down your legs.
"Yes, that's an option," he said through a smile, before adding in a gravelly, desire-laced voice, "greedy little thing."
It wasn’t long before the bold red of your panties and garters caught his eye and he quickly sat up, letting his breath escape him in a light gasp at what was presented before him, before his fingertips.
"Shit," he breathed.
His hands traveled up your torso, lifting your oversized t-shirt along the way until you were leaning against your elbows and pulling it up over your head to let him admire the matching bra.
"You've outdone yourself, y/n." His voice was laced with a desire you had never heard him don, not even a year prior when you found yourself in his bed. Of course, you knew he wanted you then. But this was different. He sounded almost…needy, the way you imagined you sounded.
"I'm not sure I even want to take this off of you," he finished.
If Jake hadn’t given you his blessing, although somewhat cryptically, you might have felt bad being the object of Danny’s desire this way. But the way his eyes met your body and gazed upon it like it was the last meal he would ever indulge in, you couldn’t bring yourself to feel any remorse over your decision. Besides, you’d make it up to Jake. Your credit card had already felt the weight of that indiscretion and Jake would certainly thank you for it.
So when you urged him to leave it on and stain it with the desire that clung heavy in the air, you didn’t feel bad.
He shook his head with a light chuckle, born out of exasperation far more than humor. "Fuck.”
His body followed his hands down your own, feeling their way until he reached your thighs and brought his face close between them. You had never had Danny’s tongue before, no, so when he lowered himself and you felt his breath against your skin, it almost made you jump with excitement and surprise. And the second his lips connected with the skin of your thigh, goosebumps perked up along your flesh, giving tangible texture to your nerves and anticipation.
You were aching for his mouth, dripping for it. And it took every ounce of strength you possessed to keep your hips still on the bed. But you couldn’t deny the wetness between your legs that was beginning to inhabit your thoughts and make decisions for you. And his mouth so dangerously close to where you wanted it? That was the greatest sin of all, his teasing and prolonging of the sensations you knew were to come. He had you right where he wanted you, whether he realized it or not.
Your body was begging for it, begging for him; it was obvious to you both with the way your hips writhed and wriggled, trying to align themselves with his mouth. But he didn't give in to your neediness; he simply stilled your hips with a strong hand on your abdomen while his lips continued their teasing against the inside of your thighs.
Maybe it was your whimpering that finally incited some mercy because as you desperately pleaded for him to show you some kindness, his mouth finally found your core and he licked once, gently, starting at your entrance and up until he flicked the tip of his tongue gently across your clit. And as a gasp rose from your chest and pushed past your lips, he repeated the action, again and again until you were begging him to pick up the pace with a hand gripping his hair and a breathy whisper of his name that held all of the encouragement he needed to set in with a goal.
With his lips wrapped around your sensitive clit, he sucked gently before shifting downward to lap at your entrance as you ground down on his nose, the bridge aligning perfectly with your clit and making you moan his name shamelessly. Maybe it was his nose that you loved the most.
Without warning, he hooked one of your ankles over his shoulder to get a better angle, finally adding a finger to the mix, first one and then two, trying to stretch you and prepare you for him without hurting you.
His fingers weren't like Jake's and his mouth wasn't like Josh's but there was no piece of his skills that left you wanting as he brought you closer and closer to bliss. And it was overwhelming, the feeling of him scissoring his fingers inside of you as his mouth still worked over you. But more than anything, it was just the feeling of being under his hands that would have done you in. You had been wanting him for so long. You had felt so bad for it, too. But there, under the strength of his calloused hands as his hair fell over his shoulder and grazed your leg, as you basked in his scent still clinging to the pillows near you, you couldn’t help but arch into him, impossibly searching for more, more, more.
You could feel your wetness on his fingers and face, you could hear it as you squirmed beneath his hand with every thrust of his fingers and every flick of his tongue. You were ready for him, if the sinful sounds filling the room told you anything. And you felt if you had to go another second without him, you’d burst. So you pleaded with him.
"Danny please, I can't wait any longer."
He drew back although never stopping the motions of his fingers.
“Do you think you’re ready for me, sweetheart?” he asked.
“Fuck yes, Danny, please. I need you.”
He smiled a wicked smile. "Good. Come here."
With one strong hand, he gripped your ankle and slid you easily to the edge of the bed before he rid himself of his sweatpants. He was already straining in his boxer briefs when he pulled them down, his cock bobbing up and down deliciously before he took himself in his hand and gave himself a few languid strokes.
Danny stood towering above you and for a moment, a chill ran up your spine simply taking him in. He was lean and toned, his hair cascaded in long ribbons over his shoulders, the shadows danced over his muscles like he was carved out of marble, and the happy trail leading down to the thickness he still held in his hand was a trail you wanted to follow down and up and back down again.
"You want me to be rough with you, sweetheart?" he asked with a suggestive smile. Danny didn’t often don a smirk the way his other half did, but when he wore it, he wore it well. It never failed to look like he knew a dirty secret about you. It wasn’t a secret, though, that you liked things a bit rougher in bed, thanks to Jake announcing it for everyone to hear. But the way Danny asked you? It was like only he was wise to that fact, like it was his to know.
And as he stared down at you with that goddamn smirk, asking if you wanted him to be rough? All you could do was give a feeble nod, which earned a laugh from the drummer standing before you.
"Yeah?” he confirmed with a light chuckle adorned with his beautiful smile. “I need to hear your words, I don’t want to hurt you."
His hand still worked over his cock as he spoke, giving a few final pumps and lining himself up with your entrance, teasing you with his head swollen with desire. He could have made you sob.
"Yes, yes, please. Be rough," you pleaded without any hesitation.
"Just tell me if I'm hurting you, okay?"
"You won't hurt me."
"Just say okay, sweetheart."
"Okay," you sighed impatiently.
And with that he snapped his hips and slammed into you, giving you no time to adjust although you didn’t really need time. It stung, the way he stretched you, but you wanted nothing more than to feel that particular sting over and over again. And having him inside of you again set every nerve in your body on fire.
He gave another forceful thrust that sent you scooting up the bed ever so slightly, and then another, and then another until he found a furious pace, one that made you realize just how much you had missed him.
With his hands wrapping around your thighs, he pulled you back to the edge of the bed where you had started before his sharp thrusts had driven you away, slinging your legs up his chest and practically bending you in half as he leaned down to drive his cock into you at a better angle.
“Oh my god, just like that, Danny,” you cried, your voice practically foreign in your own ears against the sound of skin slapping and the wetness collecting on his length from between your thighs.
It was breathtaking the way he fit inside you, the way your walls stretched to accommodate him, the way he grazed every inch of you, and especially the way he looked connected to you. It felt wrong but so unbelievably right.
He looked down on you with a dark look, like he was trying to hold himself together, before his head cocked to the side and his jaw clenched as his eyes shut for a brief moment, sighing through the waves of pleasure. Jesus, it was a beautiful sight, watching him struggle to keep his composure. It wasn't lost on you in that moment that he had been waiting for you just as long as you had been waiting for him.
With one quick motion you were suddenly on all fours, Danny pushing past your entrance again and setting a ruthless pace as he now took you from behind. And as the tip of his arousal caught your g-spot and his hand reached forward to wrap around your throat and gently squeeze, pulling you into an upright position and keeping you there with his large hand over your neck, you felt a dam inside of you about to burst.
It reminded you of the position he had you in a year before only somehow he seemed to know your body that much better despite his limited experience. He was practically an expert, and so quickly, driving into you in just the right way to repeatedly graze all of the places you needed him as his hand tightened around your neck.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he grunted, his forhead dropping to your shoulder briefly as he collected himself, before he lifted his head slightly and sank his teeth into the muscle of your shoulder.
It made you cry out, his teeth biting down and not very gently either. It sent pain shooting into your neck and down your back, pain that you didn’t want to end. You wanted to fucking feel his mouth there forever.
His labored breathing quickly turned into a near constant string of curses and groans as he continued driving into you, sounds that were far prettier than any music the band made, than any sounds you could certainly make.
“So fucking good,” he moaned again, his hips now losing a bit of their rhythm.
You were right there too, losing yourself the way he was losing himself. And you wanted to lose yourself with him. You wanted to feel him twitching inside of you as you contracted and tightened and came hard around him. The sounds he was making alone would have done it but as the fingers of his free hand slipped down and found the cutout in your panties, you knew you were done for.
"Oh my god, Danny, I'm gonna-" you started, cut off by a gasp at the feeling of another perfectly aimed thrust.
"I know, sweetheart," he huffed, tightening the grip of his hand and rubbing more furiously with his other.
You weren’t on the cusp of just any orgasm. This was entirely different, a feeling Jake had made you feel only twice before. It was like something inside of you was about to explode around him, engulfing him while he still filled you up. You were on the edge of bliss, on the verge of leaving your body at his hands.
"No, Danny, I'm-" you tried again but he cut you off this time.
"I know. Relax and let it happen unless you want me to stop," he grunted through his own pleasure.
But him stopping was the absolute last thing you wanted so you begged him to keep going, to break the dam whose stability he was threatening with every movement of his length inside of you and every squeeze of his fingers at the pressure points on either side of your neck and the slip of his fingers between your legs.
"No don't, don't stop, please," you begged, barely able to speak.
"I've got you, beautiful, let go for me."
It was all the encouragement you needed and you felt a release as you gushed on Danny’s cock, warm liquid drenching your thighs and Danny’s sheets.
“Jesus fucking christ, you are so perfect,” he half-spoke, half-groaned as he worked you through your unbelievable high, making himself come in the process with a low ‘fuck’ that you seared into your mind, filed away for another moment.
Your legs shook violently as he withdrew himself and gently eased them back onto the bed. And as he disappeared into the bathroom, into the sound of running water, you stood on legs more shaky than you realized, almost falling over in the process.
He reappeared behind you, holding your elbows in his hands to steady you before opting to lift you off your feet instead.
"Here, I've got you," he said as your feet left the floor.
A humid steam already clung to the bathroom air as the tub finished filling with hot water and Danny set you in it. Immediately the warmth eased your aching muscles and blanketed you in a comfort that was almost as rewarding as Danny’s arms.
You were satisfied. Nothing short of it. But god you were sore.
He must have noticed the wince on your face as you shifted into a more comfortable position in the tub because he reached for a washcloth on the sink and dipped it in the scalding water, and then placed it in your hand. With his hand wrapping around your own, he guided yours, still clutching the washcloth, down between your legs and pressed it gently against your core.
"This should help," he said, never moving his hand.
Under different circumstances, it was an act that might have forced you to avert your eyes as a blush crept into your cheeks. But there was nothing but tenderness behind his eyes and the movements of his hands and as you stared at him silently from the warm confines of the tub, you almost forgot how to breathe.
When you finally found your breath again, you whispered a hardly-tangible ‘thank you’ and he stood to leave you to your bath.
“Just relax, sweetheart. I won’t be far away,” he assured you before disappearing through the doorway.
It was then that the waves of sleep finally overtook the beach.
Day Four: Jake
You woke in Danny's arms, nestled snugly into him in a way that didn't feel unnatural or wrong. It just felt like Danny and something you naturally shared with him. That was, until your mind began to wake up. That was when the rush of feelings hit you. And more than anything, you needed to see Jake.
Carefully you turned out of his grasp and slipped out from under the sheets, trying desperately not to wake him. You moved silently out of his room and headed for the one your suitcase had been sharing with Jake. And that's where you found him, asleep and beautiful as ever. And god he was beautiful. Especially when he slept.
You quietly crawled into bed next to him, trying to take in his scent and forget the boy you had just left behind.
He woke as you crawled under the sheets to meet him there, in the warmth and safety of the blankets and of his embrace.
"Oh hey there, beautiful," he said in a quiet, sleepy voice, his eyes peeking open to look at you but quickly closing again.
"Hey, pretty boy," you whispered back. Your voice was quiet but it was telling, nonetheless.
"You okay?" His eyes were still closed but you could tell there was genuine concern behind his question.
But you remained silent. And he noticed, cracking his eyes open.
"Hey, baby, what's wrong?"
There were tears forming at your eyes, you couldn't stop them. You tried to smile them away, to reassure him, but it wasn't working.
"I'm sorry I didn't pick you," you whispered to him in the early hour of the morning, away from the prying ears of his brothers who might give him a hard time, away from Danny who might send you a knowing glance, away from the noise of the messy situation you had all created. You were sorry you hadn’t picked him to begin with and you were sorry that you let your thoughts linger on Danny the way they did, as if you still weren’t picking Jake. Even after a year of happiness together.
There was no anger on his face though, nor any hurt as he opened his eyes to really look at you.
"You have nothing to apologize for,” he whispered back. “I just want you to tell me what you want. I just want to make you happy."
He lifted his hand to brush your hair out of your face and you leaned into his touch, into the safety of his embrace.
"You do make me happy."
He smiled understandingly but pressed on. "I don't think I'm the only one that does. And that's not a bad thing, y/n."
You knew what he was talking about, without even asking. You just had no idea what to say. He was right.
"Just sleep, y/n. We'll talk, I promise. Just…just sleep with me. Stay with me."
Without a word, you nestled into him. And it wasn’t long before you found yourself drifting into a deep, much-needed sleep.
—
It was late in the day when your eyes opened for a second time. Only this time you woke alone.
You didn’t really relish the idea of being alone with your thoughts when your emotions had been so up and down but you also weren’t ready to face the four of them. You were already anticipating the teasing. Still, it was a relief knowing it was finally Jake’s day. You just needed a moment to reinstate the confidence you had gone into yesterday with.
To your surprise, though, there was a gentle tap on the bedroom door just before Jake entered, seemingly sensing that you had woken up.
"Thought I'd let you sleep," he said, sitting down on the side of the bed where you pulled yourself into an upright position and gave him an appreciative smile.
"Thank you, I needed it."
"Sam and Josh went on a hike. They won’t be back for a while. Do you think you have one more day in you?"
There was nothing you wanted more than one more day, your Jake day.
"For you? Always," you smiled. And he smiled back.
"I'll let you change."
For the third time that week, you found yourself slipping into lingerie, this time a set that wouldn’t get you reprimanded but rather rewarded. Well, technically the last set got you rewarded too. But this one was for Jake and if he had any ill feelings about you wearing his favorite set for Danny, this was sure to make him forget all about it.
It was a lacy black set with cups cut low, hardly hiding anything, especially given the openness of the lace. And the panties matched, tying high up your torso and wrapping around your stomach multiple times. But the part you figured he would like best was the pearl beads strung delicately along the crotch. When you had seen it hanging up in the store several days earlier, you knew it was the one to make Jake forgive you for wearing the other for Danny.
You threw on your ‘I’m a Jake girl’ t-shirt, deciding to neglect bottoms altogether. They’d come off soon enough anyway and the t-shirt fell low enough to hide what you were wearing beneath.
You sighed to yourself in the mirror and finally turned to join Jake, butterflies filling your stomach when you caught sight of him.
He smiled at your choice of shirts.
"I should have had you parading around like this all week," Jake smiled, a dark, aroused look already visible in his eyes.
"Yeah you should have. Would have put those boys in their place."
He stood to meet you, not an ounce of hesitation when he crashed his lips against yours. But there wasn't a heated desperation there; it was passionate, like he wanted to taste you and savor you and considering the fact that he had been waiting for over a week to touch you, the passion and slowness was unexpected.
With his hands at your hips he walked you backwards, never breaking the kiss, until your back hit the wall behind you, a gentle moan escaping from your mouth still pressed firmly against Jake's. God, you wanted him. You wanted him so desperately and as your hands tangled in his hair to pull him even closer, you hummed happily against his lips.
"Am I finally getting a piece of you?" you broke the kiss for only a moment to ask.
In a breathless moment, he pulled back to answer, "Yes, you are."
With that, your lips found his again as you pushed him backwards until his thighs hit the bed and he was forced to sit on the mattress. And as he sat, you climbed into his lap, straddling him and tugging his hair even harder to angle his head back further for you, allowing you to easily push your tongue past his lips.
He groaned, a deep, needy sound as he used all of his self control to pull away.
"But I wanted to run something else by you first," he said, a phrase that you were now getting a bit too familiar with.
"Ever the idea man," you gave a breathy laugh, trying to catch your breath.
He took your chin in his hand and pulled your face down to look at him. There was a serious look in his eyes, not the same sultry one he had had just moments ago.
"You have me, all time. You know that? I am fully yours." He said it softly, with intent, and it made your heart flip in your chest.
"I know, Jakey," you answered, perhaps a bit more breathlessly than you had earlier, the air having been wiped from your lungs by the sincerity of his words.
But then, all at once, there was a smirk dancing at his lips, a hint of something else entirely.
"Do you want to try something a little different tonight?"
Was this another indecent proposal?
"Different how?"
His thumb swiped over your bottom lip for a moment, pressing delicately into the plump skin as he licked his lips, before he finally answered.
"I asked Danny to stay behind."
Oh. When he had said that Josh and Sam had gone on a hike, it hadn't even donned on you that he hadn't mentioned Danny. You kind of just assumed he wasn't there either. But now, as the realization of what he was saying hit, you found yourself excited in a very different way.
"But his day was yesterday," you stated, trying to make sure you fully understood what Jake was saying to you.
He chuckled. "Something tells me he won't mind getting another turn."
Was this really happening? Was he really offering you what you thought he was? Better yet, was this the agreement that Sam had alluded to in the hot tub?
"I know he makes you happy. I heard how happy he makes you," he continued but you stopped him before he could say anything else.
"Not as happy as you make me, Jake. You make me so unbelievably happy." Sure, Danny made you happy, too. But you didn't want it to be lost on Jake that you had been choosing him for the last year.
He nodded and pushed forward. "Imagine how happy we could both make you, at the same time."
The words sent tingles shooting through your body, excitement bubbling up like fizz and rising to your head, practically making you dizzy at the thought. It made your mouth water, just thinking about it, just hearing him talk about it.
But your conversation with Sam from earlier in the week rested at the back of your mind, taking to the forefront as you contemplated things.
"I don't want you to do this because you feel like I need Danny in order to be satisfied," you said, using some of Sam's own words.
Jake took a deep breath, the wheels in his head clearly turning. And he started slowly. "Remember when I said I'm aware of the fact that they each give you something I can't?"
You nodded. It wasn't something you'd soon forget.
He nodded with you as he continued. "I think Danny and I both satisfy you in different ways."
"Is that what you two talked about when he convinced you?" you asked, and upon the look of surprise mixed with confusion on his face, you clarified, "Sam told me."
His brows furrowed a bit.
"It wasn't so much him convincing me. Sam had brought it up and Danny had concerns…" he paused, a bit of hesitation resting in his mannerisms, likely due to the fact that he was about to spill Danny's secret. "It was more like him admitting that he enjoyed it a bit too much the first time around. That it was less complicated when we weren't dating."
It made sense, especially given the distance Danny had put between you over the last year.
"But Sam said you came to an agreement," you continued, and it earned a laugh from Jake.
"Boy he just tells you everything, huh?"
You laughed lightly. Sam had a big mouth and a soft spot for you; it was a combination that usually worked in your favor.
"Yeah, we came to an agreement," Jake continued. "I told him it made me insanely jealous that you didn't pick me and that I've been insanely jealous ever since feeling like some part of me thought that he was better for you. That he could make you happier."
There was that guilt again. Of course, it wasn't true. No part of you thought Danny could make you happier than Jake could. But you had planted that doubt in his mind and as you took his face in your hands, ready to assure him that that wasn't the truth, your gaze softened with concern, with hurt. He didn't give you a chance to speak though.
"But he said you wouldn't be happier with him. It would just be different. And then I think we both realized that we both have different things to offer you, so…" he trailed off, leaving room for you to connect the dots.
"Ah yes, a threesome. The simple answer to every problem," you smiled.
He laughed a hearty laugh but shook his head. "It goes a bit deeper than that."
His head tilted back then as he looked up at you, still perched on his lap and listening to his every word very intently. It made him smile.
"Like I said: you have me. Fully. And I'm not planning on going anywhere." He paused for only a brief moment before he said it. "But you could have him too, if you wanted."
Now you were really confused. There was more to this?
"What do you mean?"
"Well, we didn't exactly work out any specifics because obviously that's not a conversation we can have for you. But for now, that means both of us at the same time. In the future, well, it could be something more."
It was a lot to take in and you still weren't fully sure what he was saying to you, but it was an interesting idea nonetheless. Still, it wasn't a decision you could make so easily.
So you tried to offer him something other than silence on your part. "That's a lot to think about."
He nodded. "I know. You don't have to answer right now. The only thing on the table at the moment is what you want to do right now."
"Right now?" you asked, a bit hesitant as your thoughts sped around at a million miles an hour.
"Yeah. What do you want right now?"
You thought about Jake first, about how it had felt not long ago when he had pushed you against the wall, his lips deliberate against yours and filling you with an innate desire for him. And then you thought about Danny, the way his hands had roamed over your body, the way he had touched you and looked at you like you were the only other person that existed. Two separate desires, each giving you exactly what you wanted. And as you thought about the way they each touched you on their own and began to consider the way they might touch you together, heat grew between your legs and the pieces began falling together. In that moment, you needed them both.
"Right now I want you and Danny to ruin me together."
He had been watching you intently, softly, studying your face as you swam through a sea of your thoughts. But as you said it, a smile grew on his face and excitement splashed in his eyes.
"That's what I was hoping you'd say," he whispered, and the words practically dripped off his tongue like honey. "Let's not keep Danny waiting."
—
Jake disappeared for a brief moment, giving you time to stand and get anxious, until he entered again, followed closely by Danny. You were still wearing your Jake t-shirt and it brought a smile to Danny's face as he stood in the doorway.
"Are you sure you want this, sweetheart?" he asked for good measure.
You nodded, nerves now tearing at your throat. "I'm sure," you said meekly.
Danny moved to sit on the end of the magnificent bed as Jake pulled you by the wrist into him and into a searing kiss, standing before Danny like you were putting on a show.
One of Jake's hands reached down to grope your ass before he pulled at the hem of your baggy shirt, raising it up and over your head and leaving you on full display for both boys. And the groan from each of them as they laid their eyes on you was something you'd be filing away for whenever you found yourself alone and in need.
"Fuck, baby," Jake whispered, taking in the sight of you.
You felt almost shy under their gazes as you fidgeted on your feet. "Well, it was supposed to be for just you but I guess you'll have to share with Danny," you explained, staring down at your toes as you finished.
He lifted your chin with a hand, bringing your eyes up to meet his. “You have no idea what you do to me.” He said it like it was meant only for you and you felt your cheeks get hot as your breathing picked up.
He was quick to find his dominance again though.
"We're gonna be a little rough with you; is that okay, baby?" Jake asked and his words went straight to your core. No doubt you were already soaking around the beads placed delicately over your cunt.
"Yes," you said, your voice hardly carrying itself.
"Do you think you can make Danny feel welcome?"
There was a light groan from Danny somewhere behind you and you nodded again, just as feebly as the first time. If ever there was a time to find your courage, it was then. You did want to make Danny feel welcome.
As you turned your attention to Danny, Jake sat on the wooden bench across from the bed and Danny stood to his feet, stripping himself of his shirt and quickly placing his hand at the back of your neck, pulling you into another kiss. He tasted different than Jake, and his hands held you differently too.
He pulled away, keeping you in place with a strong grip still on the back of your neck as your lips searched for his involuntarily.
"Why don't you show Jake just how much you love my cock," he said.
Fuck.
You turned your gaze toward Jake, searching for permission to do the filthy act that Danny had just demanded of you, half expecting Jake to get possessive and shut the whole thing down. But he didn't. In fact, he nodded.
"Do what he says, y/n."
If you hadn't been wet before, you certainly were now.
You sank to your knees in front of Danny and began pulling his gray sweats down, sweatpants which showcased his erection so nicely pressed against his thigh. He must have worn them on purpose. You worked his tight boxer briefs down too, finally freeing his hard length and wasting no time taking him in your hand. He was thick and warm and you had never tasted him but you were eager to. So you gave him a few pumps before you licked up his shaft, from the base all the way to the head, making sure Jake had a good view. It seemed you had found your courage.
Danny's head fell back as your tongue swirled around the tip, already leaking with excitement. And you could have sworn you heard a moan from Jake too as he watched you take Danny's full length in your mouth, pushing it all the way to the back of your throat in one languid movement before dragging your lips back to his head to apply some suction as your hands spread your spit up and down his shaft.
You repeated your motion again, taking him to the back of your throat and licking the underside of his length as you withdrew, beginning to work up a rhythm that soon had Danny's hands tangling in your hair and curses falling from his lips.
And you hadn't even realized that your own hips were searching for relief, trying to grind your core against the string of pearls, when Jake called out from his seat as audience member, or rather ringmaster, "Touch yourself, baby."
Your hand flew immediately between your legs as your fingers slipped past the beads and collected the wetness pooling at your entrance, massaging your clit the way you knew would get you somewhere, making you moan on Danny's cock still in your mouth, a sensation that sent vibrations through him and elicited one of the filthier sounds you had ever heard the drummer make.
"Don't be shy, Danny. Take what you want. She can handle it," Jake encouraged, now touching himself gently through his jeans.
His words of encouragement spurred Danny on and as you continued your circles with slick fingers on yourself, Danny fixed his grip with both hands in your hair and began fucking into your throat, thrusting his hips while simultaneously pushing and pulling your face in the rhythm of his choosing. And you could hardly breathe but there was no part of you that cared as you allowed your throat to flex around him, tears now forming in the corners of your eyes.
"Fuck," he spat from above you, and you knew he was close; you could feel it in the way his cock twitched in your mouth and the way his hips thrusted slower but harder. And fuck if you weren't reveling in it, being used as a warm wet place for Danny's cock, all while Jake encouraged him. It was enough to bring you to the edge right along with Danny.
You should have known it wouldn't be quite that easy.
"She's about to come," Danny groaned from above you and Jake's words came soon after.
"Stop."
How did he even know? It didn't really matter, you were frustrated either way as you begrudgingly removed your hand from your center with a sound of annoyance to punctuate it. And Danny reluctantly pulled himself from your mouth to reprimand you.
"What a little brat you are," he said, pulling you up to your feet. "I think we should take this off, don't you?" He was addressing Jake, you knew, as he pulled at the straps of your bra.
"I agree," Jake added, still in his place.
You moved to remove it as Danny stooped to his knees to help you out of your panties, attaching his mouth to your cunt as he pulled them down with no warning, moving you back to sit at the edge of the bed with one leg draped over Danny's strong shoulders. You had to reach for the column of the bedframe nearest to you to steady yourself and keep your composure.
Your eyes found Jake's, directly across from you and watching your every facial expression as Danny ate you out.
"Fuck," he said quietly, moving to pull his erection out of his jeans to stroke himself as he watched your face contort in pleasure.
"I want you to tell me when you're gonna come, baby," he demanded, his voice almost betraying him but keeping control of himself as he watched on. "Tell me when Danny is about to make you come, do you understand me?"
The only thing you could do was nod as Danny's fingers pressed into you and the precipice that you had been nearing at your own fingers was quickly approaching again.
"Good. Say his name," he urged.
There was a groan from Danny as he was eating you out but you couldn't form the words, the only sounds escaping you pathetic whines of pleasure and desperation.
"Say his name, y/n," Jake repeated, his hand still pumping lazily on his cock.
You wanted to say Danny's name, hell you wanted to scream it, but it was far too enjoyable to watch Jake reprimand you, to hear the sternness in his voice while he demanded you give him what he wanted.
So again you were silent, still staring him directly in the eyes.
He let out a mean chuckle, exasperated by the view in front of him and your stubbornness. He was enjoying your defiance and you could tell.
"Don't be a brat," he reprimanded. "Say it." His voice was authoritative, more than you had ever heard it before, and as Danny's fingers curled inside of you and brushed your g-spot as his mouth expertly sucked your clit, you finally gave in.
"Fuck, Danny!" you cried, tipping closer and closer, unsure if you'd be able to stop if Jake told you not to come.
"Are you close?" he asked, smugness surrounding him.
He knew you were.
"God yes, yes I'm close, he's gonna make me come," you sobbed, writhing against Danny's face as your orgasm reached out to grab you.
"Danny, stop."
He did as he was told and the feeling immediately fell away, leaving you feeling empty, and you gasped your frustration.
“Fuck! No, Jake,” you said his name like it was a warning, giving him far too much delight. It was exactly the reaction he had been looking for.
“Maybe if you were a better listener you would get what you want,” he mused.
“Okay, okay, I’ll listen,” you pleaded. Anything to get some relief.
“Danny,” Jake said again and Danny once again began the movements with his tongue against your clit as his fingers resumed their motions, pumping in and out of you.
It didn't take long that time as you focused on Jake's fist wrapped tightly around his now-throbbing dick, watching you intently and waiting for the words you were about to speak.
"Jake, I'm gonna come," you breathed, desperation filling your lungs as your eyes willed him to let Danny keep going.
But he didn't. He stopped him yet again.
It was clear on his face that he didn't want to either. He didn't want to tear his eyes away from your pleasure. And he wanted you to come while you looked directly at him, your eyes unable to look away. Clearly he had more self control than you did.
"Please, Jakey," you begged, you pleaded. You weren't sure how much longer you were going to last.
Jake stood from the bench for the first time since Danny had begun touching you and as Danny stood from his own place and crossed to one side of the bed, Jake took your face in his hands ever so delicately, as if he were about to take pity on you. Only he wasn't.
"What's the matter, baby? You've gotten to come all week."
God he was pulling out all sorts of unfairness.
"What was it that I called you last night?" Danny asked, grabbing your ankle and maneuvering you so your thighs rested on his hips at the edge of the bed the way they had the night before. And you found yourself suddenly staring up at Danny instead of Jake.
"Answer him," Jake urged as he climbed onto the bed and began stroking himself again.
If it had been possible, you could have melted into a puddle right before their eyes with arousal.
"'Greedy little thing'," you practically whispered.
With no warning, Danny shoved his cock into you and your mouth fell open at the suddenness of the blinding pleasure you now felt.
"What was that?" Danny asked, a little too pleased with himself at the gasp that had escaped your mouth and the moans that now were as he set a brutal pace.
"Y-you called me a greedy-fuck-a greedy little thing," you choked out, hardly able to speak as Danny's cock stretched you out for the second time that week.
Leaning over you, Danny took your face harshly in his hand and jerked it to the side so you were looking at Jake.
"Tell him, not me. Tell him how greedy you are," he demanded.
It would have made your eyes roll back if you were able to look away from Jake.
"So greedy, I fucking love it when you both touch me. I need it."
Jake was clearly losing his self control, his cock visibly leaking with arousal.
"Can you feel when she's about to come?" he asked Danny, never looking away from you.
"I can," Danny grunted.
"Good," he replied before stuffing his cock into your mouth, the first he had been touched all week. No, longer.
Jake fucked your face as Danny fucked your tight pussy and the feeling of being absolutely used was enough to bring you there, quicker than any other impending orgasm of the night.
"Fuck, she's gonna come." Danny used all of his strength to pull out of you before you could crash over the edge and Jake withdrew himself from your mouth with a hiss.
"Switch with me," he said. And there was a promise in his eyes as you gasped for air that he was going to make you come this time. He was. Not Danny.
Jake took Danny's place at the edge of the bed, helping you turn onto all fours as Danny got onto the bed and positioned himself in front of your face.
"I heard a rumor that Danny made you squirt last night, is that true?" You could feel Jake already teasing at your entrance and you could hardly focus on his words, grinding your hips back into him.
"You want to answer him, sweetheart?" Danny asked, tilting your head up to look at him.
Jake eased into you then, earning a hiss from both of you.
"Yes, fuck, he did." Your voice shook, practically fucked out already despite the fact that you had yet to come.
"Well then you're going to have to play fair and squirt for me too," Jake said and as he bottomed out, Danny used his thumb on your chin to open your mouth and ease himself in.
It was breathtaking, being filled by both of them at the same time. You were not going to last long.
Jake started an easy pace behind you which didn't last long, quickly turning into something much faster and much more desperate as he gripped your hips tightly, as if you would drift away if he removed his hands. In front of you, Danny once again fucked into your mouth, using you to chase his own pleasure in a way that you hadn't quite seen with him alone. And fuck, it was something you didn't even know you needed.
You tasted yourself on him, and maybe even a mix of them both in your mouth, and you couldn't stop the moan that vibrated through you and subsequently sent Danny crashing through his orgasm as he came in the back of your throat with a filthy moan. Even Jake seemed like he was close to the edge as you swallowed Danny's warm release.
As soon as he removed himself from your mouth, you collapsed into the mattress as Jake continued pounding into you, no longer having the energy to hold yourself up.
"Hold her head up," Jake grunted from behind you, his hips merciless in his endeavor to make you squirt before he came undone.
With a grip in your hair, Danny held your head back, looking at you with lust and maybe even a bit of sympathy in his eyes.
"Are you going to come for him, sweetheart?" he asked.
You couldn't even form words any longer, as Jake's cock pressed into you and brutalized the spot within you that he knew would get you there, all while his fingers slipped between your legs to rub furious circles over the place Danny had his mouth not long ago.
There were tears in your eyes again at the sheer bliss and as your eyes began to roll back while you lost all of your function, Danny jerked your hair ever so slightly.
"Keep your eyes on me or I'll tell him to stop."
It took everything in you to make the sounds come out of your mouth.
"No, please." They were hardly even words; more like sobs that Danny knew how to interpret. But you kept your eyes fixed on him the way you had been told, not keen on the idea of losing another orgasm.
"Please what?" he insisted.
God, they were pushing you to the edge.
"Please let me come, please, please. Don't let him stop, I'm-"
It began taking over you before you could even finish, the first waves of pleasure rolling through you and blinding you with white hot bliss as your soul left your body.
Tears prickled down your face, and suddenly it snapped inside you and you felt the earth-shattering orgasm take firm hold of you, one that caught the breath in your lungs preventing any other sounds from escaping you as warmth flowed down your thighs, ruining a second set of sheets. It overtook you completely.
"Fuck, you are so pretty when you do that," Danny mused, his face now admiring you the way it had the night before and a year prior.
Jake moaned something unintelligible as he spilled inside of you, adding to the wetness cascading down the backs of your legs.
As soon as he withdrew, you melted fully into the mattress, Danny's hands helping catch you and easing you down as he brushed hair off your forehead and out of your eyes. You were beyond exhausted and the shakiness in your legs and in your breath told the whole story.
"Are you okay, baby?" Jake asked as he cleaned you off and Danny rubbed your head.
"Oh my god, yes," you huffed out in tired breath, earning a chuckle from both boys.
Through your exhaustion you heard Jake say something to Danny about lifting you so he could change the sheets, and soon you found yourself hovering in the air in Danny's arms and then being placed back down onto dry bedding.
You were more tired than you could verbalize; your body was exhausted from the last four days, yes, but more than that, your mind was tired. The emotional rollercoaster you had been on had really done you in. So wordlessly you curled up under the covers, content to let sleep take you.
Danny and Jake both slipped under the blankets on either side of you, Jake with his arm around your waist, wrapped around you like he was protecting you, Danny on the other side, letting you rest a hand on his bare chest.
And as you slipped in and out of lucidness, the way you had on the couch the night prior, you heard quiet voices around you, working in hushed tones so as not to fully wake you.
"I talked to her earlier, about this." It was Jake's voice first.
"Did she say anything?" Danny asked lightly.
"Not really. But give her time, she'll have an answer."
It was the last thing you heard before you floated away.
Day Five: The Verdict
Danny had slipped out of yours and Jake's room early in the morning so as not to generate any suspicion and as you and Jake prepared yourselves for the day, there was no awkwardness there. It felt almost like a weight had been lifted off your chest, like you were no longer guilty over any of the feelings you had. It made the whole thing easier when you found yourself standing around the island with the rest of the boys as they eagerly awaited your verdict.
"I have categories this time," you began. They each gave you something different so it was only fair that you judged accordingly.
"Ooh, categories?" Danny mused.
He seemed lighter, too, no longer treading so lightly, worried about how it would look if he was just as invested as the rest of the boys. It was a welcomed change given how distant he had been leading up to that week.
"Yeah because it's getting hard to judge on the whole." You explained your reasoning and each boy nodded in agreement and understanding.
"Okay what are these categories?" Josh asked, ready to get to it.
"Best with their mouth, best with their hands, best with their dick, and best overall."
"This is becoming very scientific; I like it." Sam was nodding his head in approval, likely getting ready to make a quippy remark, but you continued down your path.
And you wasted no time giving the first category. "Okay, best with their mouth goes to Josh.”
Josh gave a dramatic fist bump to the air while Sam immediately piped up. "That's not fair because I didn't even go down on you.”
It earned a huff of a laugh from Jake who added, "Well that's telling," much to Sam’s disapproval.
"We were in a hot tub," Sam tried to defend himself, garnering another comment from his brother who simply said, “gross,” before he took a long swig of the drink in his hand.
"No details, please," you emphasized the reminder before continuing on. They would fight about each of the categories, surely. There was no reason to linger. "Moving on to best with their hands. That one goes to Jake."
Technically he hadn’t used his fingers on you during this little challenge but Sam and Josh didn’t know that and Danny certainly was in no position to call that into question, so the category went over fairly well other than some vague grumbling.
"And then best with their dick-"
"I'll try not to pretend this is the only one I care about," Sam quipped, cutting you off. You decided to just ignore the comment.
"It's a tie."
There was immediate dissent as Sam spouted, "There can't be ties," and Josh mumbled to himself about how that wasn’t fair because how would they actually know, then, who was the best, all while Jake and Danny wore knowing smiles not so subtly.
"Well sorry but it is," you shrugged.
"Lemme guess, Daniel and Jake,” Sam continued. “That's only because they tag teamed you."
His words stunned you, and Josh alike, as you stood there with your mouth open, unable to speak.
"What?!" Josh was baffled and a deep red tint had warmed its way into Danny’s cheeks, although Jake just shrugged it off.
"No details, Sam!" you reiterated again, a bit more pointedly at the boy who could never seem to keep his mouth shut. You couldn’t deny the heat in your own face, not exactly embarrassed but not exactly proud either.
"This whole thing is fucked! I knew you two had something up your sleeve. If you can't beat em, join em, right Jakey?"
"Sam, shut the fuck up," his brother warned him.
"So wait, is threesome with Danny a category?" Josh asked in a tone that suggested he might have been genuinely asking, causing you to bury your face in your hands.
"We all have ears, I don't know how you thought we wouldn't find out," Sam continued.
Danny somewhat hesitantly chimed in. "Well apparently Josh doesn't."
"I tune you all out, constantly," Josh shrugged.
Sam was still shaking his head, still going on in the background. "So many broken rules."
Josh just talked over him. "At this point, it takes more effort to hear you than to not.”
Sam was also still talking, over Josh now. These things usually devolved into a mess. You weren’t sure why you were surprised.
"I do not accept this verdict."
"Now wait, there's still a best overall category," Josh continued and you finally popped your head back up and out of your hands, trying to face them all. Although you admittedly were struggling to look them all in the eyes.
"Yes there is, and that one goes to…" you paused, giving them time to sit in their anticipation. It was like a cooking competition that you might watch on tv, where they’d draw out announcing the winner. And the boys seemed just as hooked then as they were when you corralled them long enough to watch The Great British Bake Off. Probably because they had more of a personal stake in this. It was fairly amusing. Though it would have been far more amusing if you weren’t so red in the face.
“Jake,” you said finally.
"Unbelievable," Sam breathed.
"He won two of the other three categories, it just makes sense. Like, mathematically."
Jake had a smile plastered on his face, one that he wore quite well. He looked proud, he looked unbelievably happy, but more than anything else, he looked like he was preparing to never let anyone forget it.
"Yeah and relationally, too," Sam mumbled back.
Jake donned his Oliver Reed accent to accept his non-existent award. And also to shame Sammy. "Maybe you should go down on your dates, you idiot."
And then Sam found his favorite words. "I want a rematch."
You held your hands over your cheeks, feeling the heat and looking at Sam with something that must have read as a mix of concern and something else that could be read as a ‘yikes’ because Danny laughed. "I don't know that we can really do this again…"
"How does it feel to be the only one that didn't win a category, you little twat?" Oliver Reed continued his taunting across the kitchen.
"It's not that you weren't good, Sammy," you offered, starting to feel a bit bad for the relentless teasing you realized he’d be getting for the foreseeable future. Not that he was having any of it.
"Yeah, yeah, don't patronize me. We're just going to have to make this a yearly tradition until I win."
"It's gonna take me that long to recover," you laughed nervously, earning laughs from everyone but Sam.
There were still some conversations to be had as a result of the whole Jake and Danny situation but it felt successful. Well, other than Sammy’s protests. And as the teasing devolved into flat-out fighting amongst Jake and Sam, all while Josh and Danny instigated with amusement, you couldn’t help but smile. It was a weird arrangement you had with them but you knew deep down it never really changed anything. You loved each one of them deeply. Maybe in different ways, but just as fiercely.
So as you took a swig of your drink and watched on, you couldn’t help but breathe out a sigh of relief.
Epilogue
You had been home for a week, sitting with the conversation you and Jake had had in the cabin while trying to quietly go about your life. In all that time, Jake never said a word, although it was likely the only thing on his mind, the way it was yours. You hadn’t heard from Danny since either; undoubtedly he was keeping his distance until he got word from Jake, word that you really needed to give Jake. He was being patient but it was time to give him your answer.
You wanted Danny, there was no denying it any longer. But you wanted Jake too. That was the extent to which you were sure so that was what you had been preparing for a week to tell him.
So on a night like any other when he returned home from the studio fairly late and slipped into bed next to you, you finally faced the proposal on the table.
"You were right. Danny does make me happy. In a different way than you make me happy."
You hadn’t ever said it out loud but it felt like a weight off your chest.
"I know," he said back, with a soft smile.
There was silence for a moment as he lost himself in his own thoughts, before he finally spoke again.
"You know, if you told me you wanted him and only him, I would understand. It would crush me but I would understand and I wouldn't stop you. I just want you to be happy."
You reached for him, to hold his face to drive home your words as you spoke them.
"I need you in my life, Jake. I love you and I don't want you to go anywhere," you promised.
He breathed out a sigh that he must have been holding in as nothing short of relief washed across his face and his smile widened.
"I'm relieved to hear you say that," he chuckled, pulling you into him and resting his forehead against yours.
You stayed that way for a while, breathing each other in in the dim lights of his bedroom that you found yourself in more often than not. How could you ever give this up? How could you ever give him up?
After a long silence he spoke again, not letting his forehead move far from yours, just far enough so that he could meet your gaze. "How do you want this to work?"
"I’m not really sure," you admitted. “But we should probably talk to Danny, figure this all out."
He nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, we should talk to Danny.”
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gallavich week 2021 - day 7 - meet ugly
thank you to @ianandmickeygallavich for the inspo // @gallavichthings
Prompt: Ian and Mickey are neighbors in an apartment complex. They haven’t ever interacted, but one day they get stuck the elevator. One of them doesn’t like confined spaces but doesn’t share this so the other one assumes he is freaking out for no reason.
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"I'm going out tonight, dickbreath!" Mandy announced, popping her head out of the bathroom. She was wearing a short sequined dress, fitted tightly to her body and only halfway zipped up so it slipped part way down her shoulders.
"Don't do anything I wouldn't!" Mickey called from his recliner in the living room with an Old Style in hand. Work has been absolutely kicking his ass this week and he wanted nothing more than a chill night in.
"Oh, c'mon, now that's no fun. You don't do anything," she accused.
"That's not true!" Mickey grumbled, remote in hand and flicking past some news channels onto some good shit -- finally. Rerun of Jurassic Park.
"What're your plans for the evening then, hot shot?" Mandy teased as she applied yet another layer of mascara on her already blackened eyelashes, "Dinosaur movies all night?"
"Might go to the corner store for some smokes."
"Please get something to eat while you're at it. We have like nothing in here." She waltzed to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator door and grimaced. He could admit that a grocery run was, in fact, long overdue.
"Yeah, yeah."
"Serious, Mick." Mandy gave him the look. The Look being the same Look that his mother used to give him when he was being a little shit.
Fine. "Got it. I'll eat something." She smiled at that.
"Thank youuu," Mandy dragged the word out as she leaned over to kiss his forehead.
"Gross."
"Ditto. Zip me up?"
--
Mandy had headed out awhile ago -- long enough ago that Mickey was now halfway through his second 'dinosaur movie.' He should really visit his dinosaur guy again soon, he's probably got some cool new shit. Mickey sighed and got up, idling over to the kitchen.
He downed a full glass of water and opened the fridge. Yeah, unless he wanted to eat a pickle with ketchup and beer, he needed to go out. He debated ordering in, but he needed to go to the corner store anyways. Two birds one stone kind of situation.
Mickey threw on his favorite pair of sweatpants and his Davie Bowie tee shirt with the sleeves cut off. It was a good shirt. Mickey thought Bowie was hot -- fuckin' alien-looking, but hot, nonetheless.
Mickey shoved his wallet and phone in his pockets and locked up his apartment. Maybe Ernie would have the good roast beef sandwiches today.
His thoughts about dinner plans subsided as he noticed the guy waiting for the elevator.
Mickey had seen the ginger around. He was hard to miss -- fuckin' tall, always going out for runs early in the morning in short shorts and coming back all sweaty, always had a million fucking people coming and going from his apartment. They lived on opposite ends of the hall, but Mickey had never actually spoken to him before.
Mandy had given her brother lots of shit for acting so goddamn unapproachable and that's why he has no friends. Mickey didn't want to be friends with everyone, but he wouldn't mind spending some time with the hot red-head down the hall... eventually.
But he was waiting for the elevator with him right now. He couldn't bring himself to make eye contact in fear that it would lead to small talk which would then lead Mickey to inevitably embarrass himself. He couldn't blow his shot. Mandy did the small talk, not him. He took out his phone and scrolled through Instagram even though none of the photos were loading.
He hardly looked up when the elevator arrived and he stepped into it, leaving plenty of space between the two of them. Maybe it was an unreasonable amount of space, but it still wasn't enough for Mickey. He could still smell the guy's cologne. And it was infuriatingly attractive.
"Ground floor?" The man's voice practically sent heat down Mickey's spine. This was going to be a long ride.
"Uh, yeah." Nice, Mick. Not embarrassing at all.
"Great." It hung in the air, a tinge of awkwardness to it.
Out of the corner of his eye Mickey could see the the man leaning against the elevator wall, crossing his ankles as he not-so-subtly stared Mickey's direction.
Mickey was running out of things to check on the his phone and he was about to give in and finally make eye contact when he felt a shift. Then an ungodly clanging of metal. And a stop.
Fuck.
He glanced up at the dial. Sure enough they were stopped between floors, and not at all near the ground.
"The fuck?"
"What?" The red-head locked confused eyes with Mickey's.
"We're stopped. Why the fuck are we stopped?"
"Hm," The guy poked around at the open doors button and nothing happened. "I don't know."
All hopes of positive small talk was out the window as Mickey went into full panic mode. He did not like small, confined spaces -- which happened to be exactly what his current predicament entailed.
"You open the doors!" Mickey practically shrieked.
"Why me!?" The attractive guy spit back.
"You work out and shit -- do I look like I could pry those fuckers apart?"
"Well..." The red-head took a moment to size up Mickey's smaller form. "Yes, you do actually- but these doors are heavy as fuck. We don't have like super strength."
"Fuck you."
"Uh, fuck me!?"
"Yeah, fuck you. Not even tryin' and now we're both going to fuckin' die in here. Any last words, Red?"
He rolled his eyes. "We're not going to die. Don't you think you're being a little dramatic?"
"Don't you think you're being a little too calm considering we're stuck?"
"Oh. You're freaking out."
"No shit I'm freaking out, Sherlock." Mickey ran his hands down his face. This was not fucking happening to him right now.
"Hey, take deep breaths."
"Can't. Gonna die." Mickey gasped.
"Well, if you can't breathe, you're definitely going to pass out."
Mickey shot him panicked eyes.
"Hey, hey it's okay. Just look at me."
Mickey could do that.
"Copy me. In-" He inhaled, chest expanding.
"Out-" Mickey felt his breath on his face. In any circumstance, a stranger breathing on him would warrant a punch in the gut, but now it was more grounding than anything else. They repeated that motion a few times.
"Good. See, you can breath."
"What are you? A fuckin' doctor?" Mickey huffed a laugh in disbelief.
"Been to enough," he chuckled.
"Huh?"
"Never mind. But, uh- look, see, I'll hit the emergency button and someone will come get us soon. It'll be okay."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm positive. Got stuck in one of these with my sister when I was little, kinda scary at first but we were out in practically no time. She sang to me to pass the time, but I take it you don't want me to sing to you?"
That earned a full-bellied laugh from Mickey, "Not yet."
The man grinned goofily like a golden retriever.
They were silent for a moment.
"So, uh, what's your name?" The red-head asked, gazing curiously at Mickey.
Mickey just stared back at him.
"Your name?" He repeated gently.
"Mickey."
"Mickey," He said it so soft like a prayer. "I like it. I'm Ian."
He had no idea what he expected, but it wasn't Ian. Ian was fitting, though. Ian was good.
--
Ian had hit the emergency button a few times for good measure while Mickey had tried to call Mandy to no success. They settled onto the floor, leaning against opposite walls, feet nearly colliding in the center. Neither made a move to completely avoid that.
After Mickey had calmed down a bit, they fell into bouts of comfortable conversation and comfortable silence.
"I thought you just hated me." Ian mumbled after a bit.
"What I hate is being trapped here." Mickey stared at the walls threatening to enclose around them. He closed his eyes so he didn't start to panic again.
"Even before this."
"Oh?" That was news to Mickey. That was never his intent.
"Yeah, I always see you around, but you never seem to see me." Ian looked to the ground when he said it.
"I've seen ya plenty. You're the dork with the short ass shorts."
Ian smirked, "I guess I am."
"Hard to miss, man."
"You too. I've wanted to say hi for like months, but you always looked like you were ready to snap me in half or something. I kinda like my limbs in tact."
Mickey swiped his thumb against his nose and sniffed, embarrassed, "Sister says I scare everyone away. Used to be a good thing."
"Sister... wait, wait, wait, hold up. You're Mandy's brother, aren't you?"
"You know Mandy? Oh god, you're not banging her, are you?" That would throw a wrench in his plans.
"Oh god, no!" Ian threw his hands up in a mock surrender like that was the most repulsive thing he's ever heard.
"Something wrong with my sister?" Mickey grew defensive. She may be a lot to handle at times, but she was still his sister.
"No, no, she's great! 'm just not into... well, uh- I'm- let's just say that if you had a brother, maybe I'd be banging him." He grimaced.
Watching Ian stumble over his words after being so confident about everything else was a bit amusing.
"Oh -- cool." Mickey wasn't used to such obvious disclosures about sexuality with strangers.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." Mickey avoided all eye contact.
"So?"
Ian paused until Mickey was able to look at him again.
"So, what?"
"Do you have any brothers?" A playful flicker in Ian's eyes made it obvious that he was just being a little shit now.
"You're an idiot."
"Maybe so, but that doesn't answer my question still."
"Yeah, I have brothers, but they'd uh- let's just say definitely not be into that."
"And you're... not not into that?"
Mickey rolled his eyes. His lack of denial was basically a confession and they both knew it.
Ian smirked and knocked the toes of their shoes together.
--
Help announced itself to be coming soon over the tiny intercom embedded in the elevator. Sometime shortly after that, Ian had made his way over to the wall next to Mickey's, rather than across.
"Where were you going tonight?" Ian asked, turning to fully face Mickey.
"Nowhere." Nowhere interesting at least.
"Really? So you just take an elevator down to nowhere?"
"Alright, smart ass, I needed to get dinner. Gonna be a late dinner now that's for sure, fuckin' starving."
"Shit."
"What about you? Got a hot date or something?" Mickey eyed him up and down. Ian's outfit wasn't fancy by any means, but he still looked damn good in it.
"Oh, I wish," he winked, "Just going on a walk to clear my head. But this is working just as well."
"Good for you, man. My head is fuller than ever."
"What're you thinking about?" Ian's heavy breath practically bounced off his face. His gaze flickered to Ian's pouting lips. This was ridiculous.
Kissing you. Kissing you. Kissing you. "Nothing."
"Riiiight." Ian's eyes mimicked the same trail that Mickey's had just followed.
"Yup."
Ian scooted closer to Mickey and he swore his heart was beating so loud that even Ian could hear it. If he could, he made no indication. Instead, he eyed Mickey's hand resting on the floor. Gently, careful not to spook him, he caressed Mickey's fingers, nearing his tattooed knuckles.
Mickey fought the urge to yank his hand away. No one ever touched him so delicately, so sweetly. He figured that Ian would have guessed that, seeing his crude tattoos, but he wasn't acting like this was strange. So Mickey let him.
"Fuckin' hate them." Mickey murmured, watching Ian's fingertips tracing over the back of his hand.
Ian frowned.
"The tattoos."
"They're you. I'm sure they have a story."
"Wish I could forget it."
"If it makes you feel any better, I have a pair of tits on my shoulder."
"Ex-fucking-cuse me?!" Mickey pictured literal tits growing out of the man's back.
"Here, look," Ian turned, pulling his shirt up, revealing an insanely toned and insanely freckled back. Surely he was not about to be flashed in an elevator. But sure enough, tattooed on his shoulder was a pair of double-D's.
"Shit! Dude, what the fuck is up with that?" Mickey laughed.
Yeah, this made him feel better. At least he didn't have fucking titties tattooed on his knuckles, though he was sure someone in his family must have something like that. They're fucking idiots like that. Like Ian, apparently. But Ian was good.
"It was supposed to be my mom." Ian winced, pulling his shirt back down to cover it again.
"Mom must've been a banger." Mickey joked, still hardly containing his laughter.
"Ugh," Ian groaned dramatically. "Never gonna live that one down."
He threw his hands back on the ground, near Mickey's but not touching this time.
Experimentally and slowly, so slowly, Mickey hooked his fingers with Ian's and rubbed his thumb against Ian's hand. It was calloused, but so soft. It was a movement so gentle he hardly recognized himself, completely contradictory to the message literally written across his hands.
He was practically holding hands with a man in an elevator. Oh, if dear dad could see him now.
Moving out of his hell house with Mandy had been a good step, but it had taken Mickey years to unlearn his self-hate, allow himself to be. He still wasn't perfect, and he still felt years behind. But with Ian, it felt normal. It felt right and warm.
Right then, he felt the elevator shift again. He tightened his grip on Ian's hand. Ian returned the hold. If he was going to die, at least he wasn't going to die alone.
Mickey realized that they weren't falling down, but rather moving upwards.
They released their hands and leapt up to their feet as the door dinged open, revealing a small staff of maintenance personnel, not looking at all concerned that two men had just been trapped inside for an unspecified amount of time.
"Fuckin' finally!" Mickey ran out. He resisted the urge to drop to the floor and kiss the ground. He was dramatic, but he wasn't that dramatic.
Ian thanked the maintenance people then hurried along beside Mickey. They weren't on their floor, but they sure as hell weren't about to take the elevator again after all that.
"Hey, Mickey, wanna come back to my place? I think I still have some leftover lasagna if you're still hungry."
Mickey checked the time. Yeah, Ernie's place was definitely closed by now. Plus he really did just want to go back to Ian's. He glanced up to see Ian in almost full puppy-dog eyes. The dork was needlessly persuasive, he'd give him that.
"Yeah, sure. I could eat." He grinned like an idiot.
Ian nodded his head towards the stairwell, holding the door open for Mickey, who obediently followed up the steps.
--
Ian's apartment wasn't too different than Mickey and Mandy's, mirrored and maybe smaller, but it looked oddly inviting and definitely way more lived in -- almost too much décor and family photos hung up around the space.
"Uh, make yourself comfortable," Ian called as he rummaged through the cabinets, grabbing a couple plates to reheat some food for Mickey and himself.
Mickey was no stranger to feigning confidence in unfamiliar locations, but this felt different, more genuine. He actually respected Ian, the man having been kind and patient with him in a less than ideal situation.
He sat himself on the barstool at Ian's countertop and watched him. The gorgeous man who he had been eyeing in secret for months, who had helped him through a small panic attack, who had held his hand and traced his tattoos like they were art. Like Mickey was art.
"So, Bowie, huh?" Ian leaned against the counter, waiting out the timer on the microwave.
"What?"
"Your shirt," he pointed, and Mickey looked down.
"Oh, yeah. He's cool as fuck. Dope music."
"Got great hair, too."
"You would think so."
"Self-love, baby."
"Good for you." But there was no edge in his voice.
Ian smiled. The microwave beeped and they settled in, eating together with nothing but the awkward clanging of silverware and chewing. Mickey was too fucking starving and too fucking tired to care about formalities to give a shit at this point.
"Bet you didn't think you'd spend your night eating lasagna with a David Bowie look-alike, huh?" Ian teased over a mouthful of pasta.
"You wish, man."
"Hey, it's at least a little true."
"Yeah, you're both fuckin' aliens."
"Maybe so, but at least we're hot."
They both smiled around their forks, glancing over at each other a little too frequently with nothing but fondness.
--
Ian collected their plates when they were done, taking them over to the sink to wash them later. Mickey got up and followed him into the center of the kitchen, still sipping on his beer before setting it on the counter to his right.
In a move that shocked Ian, and even himself, Mickey moved into Ian's space and pressed his chest against Ian's back. He wrapped his arms around Ian's waist, feeling up the plains and softness of his stomach, feeling his breath hitch and his heart beat faster. Mickey's warm breath bounced off of Ian's neck and back onto his own face.
Ian sighed and placed his hands over Mickey's again. He leaned his head back onto Mickey's shoulder for a moment before wiggling free from Mickey's grip enough to turn around and face him, carding one of his hands through Mickey's dark hair.
"Mickey." He said it so soft. With so much admiration. Mickey couldn't take it anymore. He leaned up and pulled Ian's head down so they were the same height.
"Fuck, c'mere," he murmured, lips practically touching Ian's with the words.
Ian pressed their lips together. For all his gentle touches throughout the night, his kiss was anything but. Like he needed him to breathe.
Ian pushed him backwards towards the living room, stumbling over each others' feet in the process. Mickey greedily pulled down on Ian's neck, desperate not to let him go. Ian smiled into it and dropped backwards onto the couch cushions, pulling Mickey on top of him, making out like dumb teenagers.
--
Eventually, they settled and Mickey rested his head on Ian's chest while Ian rubbed his back and head comfortingly. Truthfully, he was beginning to panic a bit. He hadn't liked anyone in awhile, and Ian was very hard to not like.
"Are you good?"
Fuckin' mind reader.
"I don't know." Smooth, Mick.
"You don't know what?" Ian probed gently.
Mickey sighed, "How to do this," he answered honestly. There was no point in lying to Ian.
Ian kissed Mickey's forehead, "We can do this any way you want, alright? No rush, no pressure."
"Yeah?"
"Absolutely," Ian scratched Mickey's head for a moment, "I've been waiting for you for awhile, Mick, I'll wait for however long you want."
Mickey leaned into his touch and then kissed his shoulder, "I want you, this."
"Me too." They smiled into each other. Safe together.
--
Neither made a move to push things further for the night. Ian had flicked on the tv to the same channel Mickey had on earlier, the Jurassic Park marathon still playing. After whatever movie was on now, Mickey decided he should head home. He was utterly exhausted after the day, and as much as he liked Ian, he didn't want to pass out in the guy's apartment -- though he was sure Ian wouldn't mind at this point, kind bastard.
After Ian had pulled Mickey into one last embrace, Mickey wretched open Ian's door, only to come face to face with his sister, makeup smudged and heels in hand after her night out.
She gasped way louder than fucking necessary, "You slut!"
"Shut the fuck up," he grumbled pushing past her to head back to his own apartment.
"See ya later, Mick!" Ian called down the hall. Mickey didn't respond, but Ian took no offense. To be fair, he had just been caught red-handed by his very dramatic bitch of a sister.
Mandy grinned and looked between Mickey's retreating form and Ian's blushing face. "Oh my god, Ian! I knew it!"
"Hi, Mands." He ducked his head, scratching the back of his neck.
She gave a cheeky, knowing wave goodbye and took off barefoot after Mickey, "You fucker! I want all the details!"
"You ain't gettin' 'em, bitch!" He stormed inside, but left the door open for her behind him.
Mandy threw her shoes on the floor and met up with him in the kitchen, punching his arm lazily so he spilled his newly-opened beer down his hand. "The fuck?!"
"I'm so proud of you!" She made grabby hands at Mickey in attempts to smush his cheeks, but he weaseled out of there quick enough to avoid her gross hands. She may be fuckin' drunk, but she was still quick.
"Yeah, will well ya stop screaming it from the rooftops. Ian's gonna think I'm a fuckin' loser."
"Awww," She chased after him as he headed down the hall, "You are a loser, but that's besides the point! I've been waiting for this for weeks!"
"Night!" Mickey shut his bedroom door in Mandy's face. She'd get over it in a minute. Hell she was probably well on her way to passing out already. Maybe she'd get some details out of him tomorrow.
But tonight -- he reveled in the fact that he spent the night making out with his very kind, very dorky, very hot red-headed neighbor.
--
And when Mandy eventually moved out from their apartment and in with her girlfriend, Mickey had absolutely no problem finding a new red-headed roommate.
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An Injured Eivor (f!Eivor x f!Reader)
I’m so sorry it’s taken so long to post something! I got incredibly busy all of a sudden, and haven’t had the time to write, but here’s this! Full disclosure, I have no idea what this is and it’s all over the place, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless! (Btw, the comic sans trick works. If you know, you know.)
TW: graphic description of an injury, slight nudity?
During your time at Ravensthorpe, you’d taken on the role of town healer. People came to you for everything. Cuts, colds, burns, and bruises - no matter the issue, you could fix it. Generally, you were the most busy during the winter and after Eivor and her crew returned from raids. You would do your best to clean and stitch everyone up, and then send them on their merry ways. However, you’d begun to notice something strange.
You did your best to keep track of everyone you treated and what you used to treat them. That way, you knew what ingredients you had in stock and you should check on next time you went into town. Today, you decided to look through your journal and see what you needed to pick up next time you go shopping. After a while of going down the list, you noticed that you had a visitor who came in more frequently than everyone else.
Eivor had visited you more often than anyone else in all of Ravensthorpe! And most of her visits were for pretty insignificant things, like small cuts and scrapes. Though, you had treated her for a rather serious injury after she had gotten into an incident involving a rose bush. You aren’t sure what exactly happened between her and that rose bush, but you’re also not sure that you want to know. Chalking it up to nothing more than paranoia and sheer coincidence, you head into town to pick up some ingredients that you’re running low on.
As you're heading back to your hut, a longship pulls up to the dock. In it, is Eivor and her crew, returning from a rather long trip. Whatever raid they had decided to take on must not have been an easy fight because you immediately notice that a good portion of the crew is injured, including Eivor, who barely manages to stumble out of the boat. You run over to her immediately and try to help her up, but she stops you.
“Everyone else first,” she insists, and knowing you can’t change her mind, you start making your way around to all of the other members of her crew.
You gather up everyone who can walk, and instruct them to help everyone who can not and have them all meet up at your hut towards the edge of the village. Once there, you begin treating all of Eivor’s crew. You clean wounds, stitch cuts and gashes, and bandage ones. After what seems like an eternity, you send your last patient on her way, and then make your way over to Eivor, who is barely conscious in one of the corners of your home.
“Has everyone been looked after?” she asks, and you nod. You help her up, and half-carry her over to one of the beds. You sit her down, and begin peeling away her many layers of armor and clothing. As you get closer and closer to bare flesh, you notice an extremely dirty and extremely bloody piece of cloth wrapped around her abdomen. Immediately, a sweet, foul odor hits you and you know that whatever lies beneath that cloth is severely infected. After mustering up all the courage you can, you peel back the last layer of cloth and what you see horrifies you; a large gash that spans the width of Eivor’s abdomen. The gash didn’t appear to be very deep, but it must have bled a lot because it had been cauterized with something, presumably a torch, in order to stop it bleeding. However, you’re assuming the wound had been received some time ago, and that it had not been cleaned properly, because it had become infected. The flesh around the wound was red with irritation, and you noticed that pus was seeping from some of the charred skin. Before you could do anything else, you would have to clean the wound. You know this will be less than pleasant, so you decided to give Eivor a heads-up.
“Eivor, I’m going to have to clean your wound before I can start patching it up. It may sting a little,” you lie. She groans in response, and you set out to work. As you’re flushing the wound out with water, you notice the pained noises she is making, and it hurts you more than it usually does. You do your best to soothe her, and give her a break before you start doing anything else. After a while of calming her and stroking her hair, you gather up a few poultices to help with the infection, and a needle and thread to close up the wound because even though it had been cauterized, it still needed a couple stitches. While you’re applying a numbing balm to her skin, you start talking to her to try and distract her from the pain you’re causing her.
“You know Eivor, I was looking through the journal that I keep track of everything in, and I noticed that you’ve been visiting me a lot lately,” you say, teasingly.
“Uh, well I suppose I get hurt often,” she says, flinching slightly as you start the first stitch.
“I suppose you do. Though I think the most memorable visit you’ve had so far is when you came to me after you got into an argument with a rose bush,” you say, finishing up the stitch you had started.
“Well, I was trying to gather a couple for someone, but I ended up needing their help afterwards, so I gave up on that endeavor,” she says. You look up at her and notice the smirk on her face. You feel heat rise to your cheeks, but you do your best to continue treating her.
After the final stitch is in place, you begin spreading a thick layer of a poultice all over the wound. Afterwards, you wrap a bandage all the way around her abdomen and then get up to make her some tea. Handing her the cup, you say, “You know Eivor, you can visit me when you’re not hurt too. I always enjoy having you around, but I think I would enjoy having you around when you’re not injured even more,” you manage to stumble out, cheeks aflame.
“Really? I thought you were starting to get annoyed with me...” she trails off.
“Not at all, Eivor! You always brighten my mood, and I’d really like to see you more often. Just, don’t go around getting hurt, thinking that you need a reason to come visit me,” you say, feeling even warmer.
“That makes me very happy to hear! Um, the roses were supposed to be for you, if you hadn’t caught on. I’m sorry I kind of ruined that with my clumsiness,” she says, her wide smile fading from her face.
“It’s okay, Eivor. I think that was the most interesting story I’ve ever heard about how someone injured themselves,” you say, giggling.
After a little more flirtatious conversation, Eivor begins to dose off. You cover her with a blanket, and barely make it to your bed before you pass out yourself.
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About a week passes, and Eivor’s wound has fully healed. It takes a few more days, but eventually she comes to see you again. At first, you’re worried that she’s somehow managed to hurt herself again, but then you see the roses in her hand.
“I won this time,” she says, grinning.
You walk over to her and take the flowers from her, smiling. “I’m glad! I’d of hated to have to patch you up again so soon,” you say, barely managing to contain your laughter.
“I’m glad you think that me fighting a rose bush to show you my affections is funny, but I-I wanted to see if you’d like to come to the Midsummer festival with me this weekend,” she barely stumbles out, blushing fiercely.
“I’d love to go with you!” you reply, giddy, and excited that she’s finally taking you up on your previous offer.
The week passes more slowly than you’d like it to, but it’s finally the weekend, and also the day of the Midsummer festival. You wash your hair, put on your nicest-smelling perfume, and then put on the dress you had bought earlier in the week. It’s a lovely light blue dress, made out of a light, flowy material that will be nice in the warm night air. After completing your outfit with some small, silver earring and hair pieces, you hear a knock at your door. You go to answer it, and find Eivor outside, holding some flowers for you. You thank her, and invite her in so you can put the flowers in a vase. Afterwards, the two of you head to the festival, hand in hand.
You spend the night in Eivor’s company. You really do enjoy spending time with her, and she’s constantly making heat rise to your cheeks with all of her flirty remarks. You eat some sweets with her, and do a little dancing around the fire before you both decide to sit down, enjoying the warmth of the night air, and the heat emanating from the large bonfire. You rest your head on her shoulder, and she puts her arm around you, allowing you to snuggle closer.
“I’ve had a really good time with you tonight Eivor,” you say, sweetly.
“I’ve had a really good time with you too, love. Would you maybe want to spend more time with me, after tonight?” she asks, shy all of a sudden after flirting with you all night.
“Of course, Eivor. I’d like to be with you often,” you reply, trying to hide how nervous you are.
After snuggling by the campfire a while longer, you two decide to go somewhere a little more private. She takes your hand in hers, and guides you to a large tree at the edge of the settlement. You notice how nervous she is, and wait a moment before asking her if everything’s okay.
“I was just wondering i-if I could kiss you?” she asks.
You hesitate for a moment, but wrap your arms around her and press your lips to hers gently in response. You pull away, but she has other ideas and grabs your face, deepening the kiss. You continue kissing her until your body screams at the lack of oxygen. You pull away just a little, and can’t help but notice the goofy grin on her face. After a little a lot more kissing, you both decide to call it a night. Eivor takes your hand in hers once again, and walks you back to your home. And after one final, passionate kiss, you say your goodbyes and get ready for bed.
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exes pretending to still be together but it’s also christmas (also on ao3)
“I need your help.”
Cady’s face appears as soon as Janis closes her locker door, and Janis bites down on the inside of her cheek. She doesn’t get the reason why. It’s not like they hate each other now or that they’ve sworn off seeing each other. That would mess with their current friendship group way too much, and besides, it’s not like the break-up was awful (well, it was, but not that kind of awful). They’ve agreed to be friends, and they are friends. And friends help each other when they need it, so of course, she puts on a smile, leans up against the lockers, and nods at her small friend.
“What’s up?”
“It’s a big ask,” Cady begins. “So just like… prepare yourself, okay?”
“Uh, getting nervous now,” Janis says, half-laughing. There’s a lot that makes Cady nervous, sometimes the kid is like a walking livewire, but this feels different. They know them, and they know what other types of nerves mean. And this is past ‘calculus test jitters’, so she takes a slight step closer and lets her voice slip into that softer tone. “Hey. It’s okay, Caddy. You can ask me anything. I’ve got your back.”
“Really?” they ask, relief widening their eyes. Janis taps her shoulder and ignores the tightness in their chest.
“Totally. Now, what’s the big ask. Full disclosure, if it’s anything illegal, I do have alibis prepared.”
“No, it’s nothing like that,” Cady scoffs. They look down and pick at their blue-painted nails. “Okay, so… my family’s having a big Christmas party this weekend. I think I might have told you. I’m sure I did.” They didn’t, but Janis just nods. It’s not important. “And… I haven’t told my family that we broke up yet.”
“You didn’t?” It comes off as far more judgemental than she meant it to, but also they broke up over a month ago. Janis told her They within days (and they responded by buying out the ice cream aisle at the grocery store). She just assumed Cady would do more or less the same.
“No,” they sigh. “I wanted to, but they were both so busy, and I wasn’t sure when or how to drop it on them that my first relationship was over. You know how they make everything into a big deal. And then I got so busy with school and they were swamped with work and… well, I forgot.” Janis stifles a laugh at that. It’s such a Cady thing, to forget to tell your parents that you and your girlfriend broke up. They raise an eyebrow and make to flick at Janis’ head, successfully shutting them up.
“Sorry,” she says. “So, your parents don’t know.”
“Yes, and neither does the rest of my family.” They take a deep breath, and what they say next can only be described as a speedrun. “So I was kind of hoping that maybe you could come with me to my family’s Christmas party and pretend to still be my girlfriend for like one night, and I’ll do your calculus homework for a week.”
They collapse against the lockers then, panting as though they’d just run a marathon, and Janis sifts through what they just said. First, they separate everything and work out what exactly Cady just asked of them, because it all came in such a jumbled mess. And then they try to process it, and that’s the bit where their brain breaks.
“You want me to what?” they ask. “Pretend like we’re still together?”
“Yeah,” Cady breathes. “Just for a few hours in front of my family.”
“Why don’t you just tell your parents we broke up?” they ask. “Not really sure what you need me for here, Cads.”
“My parents aren’t the problem,” she groans, dragging a hand across her face. “My asshole cousins are coming over too.” In the back of her mind, Janis remembers a few conversations with Cady about their extended family.
“Anti-vax cousins from your mom’s side or the queerphobic ones from your dad’s?” she asks.
“Queerphobes,” she sighs. She looks down, toying with the hem of her shirt. “And amongst them, my biphobic cousin Anna who told me at Halloween that my being bi was, and I quote, ‘just a phase I was going through.” She adds air quotes for the full effect, and Janis’ jaw clenches on instinct. “That bisexuality isn’t real and that I’m just experimenting, and soon I’ll get over it, and all that shit. And if she finds out that we broke up when she comes over….”
“Then it’ll feel like you’re validating every stupid thing she said,” Janis finishes. Janis might not know all of Cady’s experiences, just as Cady doesn’t know all of theirs, but this is one experience they definitely share.
“Exactly! I just know how she’ll take this. She’ll assume we broke up because I’m not really into girls.” Cady flops back against the locker, eyes looking up to the ceiling, and lets out a long sigh. She almost looks like a deflating balloon, sagging against the lockers like this. Janis hovers, wondering if she should pat her shoulder or something. That’s comforting, right? “I know that it’s a lot to ask. But I just cannot face Anna and her biphobic crap right now.” They turn their head, and if Janis was on the fence before, the exhaustion in Cady’s face pushes her over. As does their face in general. Especially those damn eyes. “Please?”
She hopes she won’t regret this.
“Two weeks calc homework,” she says. “And you buy me an iced coffee at lunch.”
That’s how Janis finds herself on Saturday night, standing on the Heron’s snow-covered front porch, dressed in a dark red dress and fishnet tights. She picked her black jacket, the one with flowers up the sleeves since it’s definitely her classiest one. And because her parents raised her right, a box of store-bought cookies in her hand. She’d have made them herself, but it was short notice.
Cady answers almost as soon as she knocks, kind of giving Janis the implication that they were sitting waiting for her to arrive. They barely have a greeting out before Cady grabs them by the arm and pulls them inside. If they wake up with small bruises on their arm tomorrow, they won’t be surprised.
“Jesus Christ Cady, what the hell,” they ask.
“You’re late,” she tells her in a hushed voice. “Or you’re nearly late. I thought you were late, okay? Anna got here ten minutes ago.”
“You said six; it’s five fifty-seven,” Janis points out. They slow down in the hallway, and Janis uses the opportunity to pull them into a corner. Before she realises what she’s doing, she cups Cady’s face in her hands, her finger running gently down the side of her cheek.
She pulls away once she sees Cady calm down, her arms folded across her chest.
“You good, Caddy?” she asks.
“Fine,” they sigh. They shake their head, curls bouncing around their shoulders, and come back to themselves. “Sorry, it’s just been a pretty wild evening. Anna got here before you, and I’ve been avoiding her the whole time.”
“Well, your fake girlfriend has arrived,” Janis says proudly. “So let’s go out there and symbolically punch a biphobe in the face.”
“Thank you so much for doing this.”
“Well, it’s not like I had plans.” She taps Cady’s shoulder, the gesture just shy of awkward, and dodges around them. They go to head to the kitchen, her social event smile ready, until they feel a tug on their wrist. Cady hasn’t moved, except to turn around, and Janis frowns. “What is it?”
“Just… we should maybe hold hands. Or something.” Janis’ eyebrows shoot up, a laugh catching in her throat, all to hide the way her heart doubles in speed. Cady shrugs innocently, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. It kind of is, they guess. “No-one’s going to believe we’re still together if don’t act like it.”
“You’re overestimating people’s capabilities,” Janis replies, but it’s a deflection and one Cady sees right through. They’re right, and more to the point they know it, which makes it worse. So Janis suppresses a sigh and holds out her hand.
Cady takes it, and Janis’ heart almost stops altogether.
Janis is in the kitchen precisely four minutes before they’re ambushed by what has to be cousin Anna. And it’s a shame because up until then, they’d been having a pretty good time. Seeing Cady’s parents again is surprisingly nice; they’d forgotten how cool they are, the buffet spread across the kitchen table looks amazing. They were all set to grab a paper plate and load up on samosas before they were rudely interrupted. So not only is Anna a biphobic ass, but she’s cutting into Janis’ samosa time. They get why Cady hates her so much.
“So, Cady,” she purrs from her pink-painted lips. She looks Janis up and down, not bothering to hide the contempt in her gaze, and Janis only at the last second remembers not to flip her off. Kill them with kindness, isn’t that the expression. “Who’s your friend?”
“Anna… This is Janis,” Cady replies through gritted teeth. Janis has only ever seen this simmering anger once from Cady, and it was directed at Regina. There’s a good chance that in Cady’s head, Anna is being mauled. “My girlfriend.”
Anna’s eyes almost pop out of her head, and Janis forgets every second thought they had about this because that image makes it so, so worth it.
From there, it only gets better. Janis finally loads up a paper plate with mini samosas and little quiches, and Cady grabs her a drink (Fanta in champagne glass because they’re playing at being fancy). And sure, they have to keep up the pretense of being a couple, but it’s barely anything. An arm around Cady’s shoulders, holding her hand, maybe a little nuzzle here and there, but it’s fine. After all, they’re friends. And weirdly, this is making the process of being friends easier. They were like this before they started dating anyway, and maybe they should’ve done this a lot sooner. It would have skipped a whole lot of awkwardness.
They honestly hadn’t realised how much they’ve missed this—just sitting here, talking to Cady, without Damian or any other third party. They used to do it all the time, sitting up to the small hours talking about something stupid. Even before they were together anyway. She hadn’t realised you could miss a person like this. Like someone had taken a part of your body away, and you only realise it when you get it back.
Cady leads them into the living room, one hand holding theirs, the other holding a plate, and weaves in and out of relatives until they find a free spot. Janis lets out a laugh when she sees what’s in the living room corner, and nods over in its direction.
“I take you had a hand in decorating that tree.”
“Is it that obvious?” Cady asks. Last Christmas might have been Cady’s first real Suburban American Christmas, but they were a little distracted at that time. And so this time, without shiny hard distractions, they’ve poured all their attention into the tree, and it’s…. It’s definitely something. Every branch is weighted down with baubles, ranging from traditional to homemade to Mickey Mouse, and the tree is more tinsel and twinkling lights than green. Small Safari animals peek out amongst the branches, the perfect Heron touch. Janis especially likes the lion with the Santa hat. It’s a mess and probably a safety hazard, but it’s beautiful. And what’s more beautiful is the glow in Cady’s face when they look at it, brighter than any of the lights.
“It’s cool,” they say, and they take another sip of their drink. “Really cool.”
“Thanks.” Cady’s voice is soft, and she bumps her arm against Janis’. They retake their hand, their thumb rubbing the back of it, and that’s when it happens. The realization that has been slowly creeping up on her all night jumps on top of her and knocks the wind out of her lungs. It takes everything in them just to keep standing as the room spins around them, their heart thumping louder and faster to the beat of ‘oh shit.’
“Will you just excuse me for just one minute,” they mumble. Cady nods, but they’re gone before they even say anything.
The cold air shocks their skin when she stumbles outside, even though it does nothing to cool the heat on their cheeks. They take in big gulps of the crisp air, hoping it will clear the static in their head. Before they know what it is they’re doing, their cold fingers unlock her phone, typing in the number she has committed to memory.
Who else would she turn to right now?
“Good evening,” Damian greets, picking up after only the second ring. “How’s the Heron Christmas party going?”
“Damian, we have a huge problem,” she says. She presses her hand to her mouth.
“Hey, hey, what’s going on?” he asks seriously. He probably thinks someone’s getting beaten up or something. She can almost see him, leaning forward on his elbows, concern lining his face.
She swallows past the lump in her throat; her eyes squeezed shut. God, this is insane to her. Five weeks of pain she’d avoided rushes through her at once.
“I think I’m still in love with Cady.”
There’s a long pause then, the muted chatter from inside and the wind the only things she can hear. And then, just as snow begins to fall, Damian tells her,
“Buddy, I could have told you that.”
“That isn’t helpful, Damian!” she snaps. She rakes a hand across her face, her sleeves falling past her palms. “What do I do?”
“Well, here’s an idea,” he says. “Tell them how you feel.”
“Are you on crack, Hubbard?” she sighs. “Completely out of the question.” They cross their arms over their chest. Confessing their feelings to Cady was hard enough the first time. Weeks of trial and error and chickening out. They’re not sure they can do it again. Not after it almost killed them.
But if they don’t… then that might kill them too.
“I don’t know if I can,” they confess. Their voice is small, as broken as she feels right now. They turn around and vaguely make out the shape of Cady through the curtain, conversing with some other relative. They seem happy. “Maybe I should just leave.”
“That’s not the Janis Sarkisian I know,” Damian says. “They don’t run away from anything. Not anymore.” They both know the implication. The last time she ran from something, she was twelve years old.
“Low blow,” she says, but there’s a ghost of a smirk on her face. She goes to say something else, to tell him how unsure she is, that how can she even do this, but then the door behind her opens, and she doesn’t need to guess whose footsteps crunch the snow behind her. “I’ll call you back.”
“Good luck,” he tells her.
Cady tilts her chin up to look at her, blue eyes so wide, her tiny frame shivering without a jacket.
“Hi,” they say softly, a small puff of smoke escaping their lips. She wraps her arms around herself, and Janis sees her nails dig into her arms. “Are you all right?”
“Yeah.” The word is cracked and feels false on her tongue. Cady nods and slides their hands into their back pockets, avoiding Janis’ eyes entirely. There was a time, not long ago, when Janis could read their every thought just with a look. But lately, they’ve been a mystery, and Janis doesn’t know who to blame for that.
“Cady um… Did you hear any of that?” Cady shakes their head, a half-smile on their face, and Janis takes in a deep breath. Their work’s cut out for them then. “Uh… okay. Well, I… I’m sorry I flipped out back there. I guess I just… I panicked.”
“You panicked?” Cady repeats, frowning a little. “Panicked about what?”
Please make this easy on me, Heron Janis thinks. Use that smart little brain of yours, because God knows I’m not smart.
She exhales, her fists clenched inside her pockets. Her stomach plummets like she’s on the top of a roller coaster, about to plunge into the best or worst phase of her life. She’ll either use their broken pieces to make a mosaic or maim both of them.
“I miss you,” she manages. “I miss us, Caddy.” She gasps a little, and suddenly her eyes sting. “I still… I still love you, Cady.”
She stumbles back then, her confession winding her, and waits for Cady’s reaction. She waits and watches Cady’s jaw clench, her mouth open and close, the wordless gasp that escapes her, and finally, her eyes glistening in the amber streetlights.
Her heart hammers against her chest, a steady rhythm of ‘mistake, mistake, mistake’. It gets louder by the second, but then it starts to subside. Cady approaches, their steps shaky, and closes the gap between them.
And up close like this, Janis sees the dimples in their cheeks, the small gap in their teeth.
“I miss you too,” they whisper.
The snow falls just as Cady’s lips touch theirs, and Janis’ arms wrap tightly around her waist, pressing their body against theirs. Their handle tangles in Cady’s hair, rings catching on their curls. Janis kisses her until it hurts, until she can't tell where they end and Cady begins. Until they stop asking why they ever let them go, because they forget it even happened. All they can think about is Cady's hand against their waist and the faint taste of vanilla on their still-cold lips and how god damn in love with her they are. That's it, and that's all that matters really.
“You’re shaking,” Janis whispers when they pull apart. Cady’s hand is on their chest, their touch like ice. Cady half-laughs, half-sobs, and Janis presses a kiss to their forehead. “Let’s go back inside. Get you warmed up.”
They go back in, Janis’ arm around Cady’s shoulders, and find an armchair to squash into for the next few hours.
“Do you want to stay over?” Cady asks suddenly. They shrug, playing it off as nothing, but the wall between them is gone now. Janis knows what she’s thinking. She thinks the same. She links their hands together, and presses a kiss to Cady’s knuckles. When their cheeks turn red, it’s not from the cold.
“Sounds perfect.”
#cadnis#cadnis ff#mean girls broadway#mean girls musical#cady heron#janis sarkisian#cady x janis#mean girls fanfic#cadnis-mas#it's here *jazz hands*
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All We Are
For @dailysvu’s Sonny Carisi Week
Day 4: “What is this between us?
Relationship: Amanda Rollins / Sonny Carisi
Read on AO3
They don’t define this thing between them - it just is.
After a week, Sonny thinks maybe they should - but he’s so happy, and he doesn’t want to break this calm comfort they’ve found in each other by putting labels on things that have never needed to be labelled before.
Everyone around them is so curious though; other people want it defined. And it shouldn’t matter - shouldn’t be anyone’s business but their own. But it isn’t that simple. Their friends and family make no secret of the fact that they've been waiting for this almost as long as he has.
He skipped out on most of Memorial Day weekend with his family for the first time in his life - only putting in an appearance in his parents’ backyard late on Monday afternoon, a white lie on his lips; that he’s been stuck at work - a lie his mother sees through in an instant.
He can’t stop checking his phone; types and deletes a message to Amanda - an I miss you that he can’t bring himself to send, because it’s so ridiculous. He sends her a photo of the backyard filled with family instead, and smiles down at his phone when she sends him a photo back - the girls at the park, ice cream cones in their hands, sprinkles and chocolate sauce already trailing down Billie’s arm.
He tries to duck out of sight to call her a little later, but his mother catches him as he creeps up the stairs to his childhood bedroom; she stands at the foot of the stairs, hands on her hips, a scolding frown on her face - he hears the Dominick before she says it, and slinks back down to the hallway without a word, thinking about how he’s a prosecutor and he faces tougher opponents than his mother on a daily basis, but no one can reduce him to his thirteen year old self like she can.
His mom doesn’t let him slip back out to the party, her grip on his arm is firm as she tugs him into the kitchen, “Alright, out with it,” she says and he feigns confusion.
“I don’t-”
“It’s either a girl, or it’s something bad,” she says, arms crossed over her chest, a shadow of worry on her face. “And your sister told me you broke up with-”
Sonny sighs, resisting the urge to fold his own arms. He hadn’t actually told Bella that at all, just relayed one of the many arguments he and Nicole had had before they’d called it quits, but he wasn’t surprised that she’d drawn her own conclusions. “Bella needs to stop gossipin’ about me.”
“Tell me.”
“There’s nothin’ to-” His mother fixes him with a look that would have had him running to his bedroom as a kid; he resists the urge to bolt now. “It’s new,” he says, and because his mom doesn’t so much as blink, he adds. “Rollins.”
There’s a part of him that’s almost giddy at the way she reacts - the way her posture softens and she smiles up at him. He enjoys it for half a second before the questions start coming in thick and fast - he deflects, but she ploughs on.
“So the two of you are-”
“Figuring that out,” he says. He listens to her as she talks about not wasting time, tells him he’s not getting any younger, reminds him his grandmother’s engagement ring is still sitting in her jewellery box upstairs just waiting for him to need it.
“Way too far ahead of yourself, Ma,” he says - too far ahead but still visible there on the horizon.
The closest they come to having the what is this? conversation in those early days is the is this a secret? conversation.
“I don’t want it to be,” Sonny admits, “But if you wanna wait until-”
“Until what?” Amanda asks him, “I’m sure,” she says. “If you are.”
They’re on the couch, the girls fast asleep down the hall and her feet resting in his lap; it’s casual and domestic and not really all that different from the way things have always been, but he lets himself take it in, appreciate the way his world is changing. He rests his hands on her shins as he smiles over at her, “I’m sure,” he says. And that’s it.
Everything left unsaid passes between them in looks, kisses, and touches. They don’t need more.
They don’t advertise it; there’s a time when they’ll have to - disclosure paperwork and conversations about professionalism and objectivity as though they haven’t been managing just fine up until now. But Sonny’s diligent - he’s checked the paperwork - he might have checked the paperwork over a year ago, when she’d left him at his desk with a sad smile and he’d spent the next forty-eight hours kicking himself, only for a global pandemic to stop him calling in that rain check - and he knows they have time.
They do arrive at the precinct together one Tuesday morning a couple of weeks in; he has a meeting scheduled with Liv first thing and he hasn’t been back to his own apartment in three days. They’re not so blatant as to hold hands, but they do work with some of the best detectives in the city, so it isn’t a surprise that they’re caught out within minutes.
Fin gives them look, but he doesn’t say anything. Sonny’s sure he’ll get a comment in at some point, but while everyone knows Fin enjoys a gossip way more than he lets on, he’s good at keeping his questions to himself until the moment that best suits him.
Kat doesn’t follow suit. She’s nothing but questions and Sonny tries to escape under the guise of waiting for the captain in her office, but Amanda grips his jacket sleeve, silently telling him not leave her.
“How long?” Kat asks, “And what exactly-”
“Our business,” Amanda says; she’s smiling at Kat, no malice in her tone, but no room for argument either.
Jesse get a pass. Because she’s Jesse. And because this affects her just as much as it does Sonny and Amanda. For the first two weeks of waking up to Uncle Sonny sleeping in Mommy’s bed she doesn’t ask any questions - it surprises him, because that first morning waking up beside Amanda his second thought had been that they would have to figure out how to explain his presence there to Jesse and Billie. When Jesse had raced into Amanda's bedroom, though, she had just greeted him like she was used to him being there, and he’d wondered if they’d ever actually need to sit them down and explain.
Eventually she does ask, one night after he’s tucked Billie into bed with a kiss so it’s just the three of them awake. He leans in the bathroom doorway while Amanda gives Jesse her bath. She’s been unusually quiet, and there’s a thoughtful look on her face, “Mommy,” she says after a while, blinking water out of her eyes as Amanda washes her hair, “Is Uncle Sonny your husband now?”
Amanda coughs as though she’s the one with a face full of water, turning to look at Sonny with a startled expression. He gives her a soft smile, but he doesn’t have the answers either.
“Not yet, baby,” she says, and Sonny can’t help the grin that comes over his face, however wide Amanda’s eyes go at her own words.
“You’ve gotta have a weddin’ first,” Sonny adds, and Jesse beams over at him; he sees a dozen questions forming, but Amanda pours more water over her head, rinsing out the shampoo and buying them more time in the same moment.
Once she’s out of the bath, dressed in her pyjamas and ready for bed, Jesse throws her arms around his legs, hugging him tightly, “I’m glad you’re gonna have a wedding with Mommy,” she says, and tips her head back for a goodnight kiss before skipping to her bedroom as though she hadn’t essentially just told him to get on with proposing to her mother.
Amanda’s mother shows up unannounced at her apartment one Sunday morning, and it’s Sonny who answers the door - not expecting Beth Anne Rollins to be standing in the hallway, an impatient look on her face. “Oh,” is all she says when she clocks sight of him, her gaze travelling down the worn t-shirt and pyjama pants he’s wearing, his bare feet on the wooden floor. She pushes past him into the apartment, not greeting him or stopping for breath, “What are you doing here? Amanda finally admit she’s got a thing for you?”
He closes the door behind her and follows, not answering her questions. Billie scrambles down from the dining table to run and hug her grandmother, abandoning the cereal he’s spent the last ten minutes trying to coax her into eating, while she’d stubbornly refused and told him she wanted garlic bread for breakfast.
“Where is Amanda anyway?” Beth Anne asks, turning to look at him again. He feels self-conscious with her gaze on him, the soft clothes, untamed hair, shoeless Sonny Carisi was reserved for Amanda - and by extension the girls - certainly not for his possible future mother-in-law.
“Takin’ Frannie for a walk,” he says, “Jesse’s gone too,” he adds unnecessarily.
Beth Anne nods, still eyeing him with suspicion as she reaches into her handbag and pulls out a lollipop for Billie, who grabs at it gleefully.
“No-” he starts, but Beth Anne is already unwrapping the treat, and he sighs as Billie puts it in her mouth. “She hasn’t finished her breakfast,” he sighs.
“And who says you get to tell me what my granddaughter can eat?” Beth Anne says, smiling indulgently at Billie.
Sonny shakes his head, “I’m gonna… if you’re here I’m gonna get dressed,” he slips away to the bedroom, taking jeans and a shirt from the drawer he now has in Amanda’s dresser. While he changes he hears the sounds of Amanda’s return - Frannie barking, Jesse yelling a greeting to her grandmother. He hears murmuring as Amanda questions Beth Anne’s impromptu visit, and when he returns Amanda and her mother are at opposite ends of the kitchen, Amanda leaning back against the counter with an unimpressed look on her face.
“And then he tries to tell me not to give Billie candy-”
Amanda shakes her head, “He's right. It’s barely 9am, Momma.”
“Well, is he your boyfriend now or not?”
“Momma,” Amanda starts, but cuts herself off when she spots him hovering just beyond the kitchen, she gives him a warm smile, “We’re together, that’s all that matters,” she says, meeting his eye - all she feels and all that goes unsaid held in her gaze for him to see.
They fill in the disclosure paperwork that evening; they don’t have to just yet; they’ve still got time, Sonny’s been keeping the deadline in his head, but Amanda leaves him on the couch and goes out into the entryway where her work bag is; she returns a moment later, a manila folder in her hands that she passes over to him as she sits down. The form inside is mostly filled out - all their basic information already there in Amanda’s handwriting, the only empty boxes are Date of Disclosure, and Nature of Relationship.
“Time to make it official?” he asks, and she pokes his arm gently.
“It’s already official, Carisi,” she says, “Unless you’re thinking otherwise.”
“No,” he says, shaking his head at her, “You got a pen?”
“We’ve got to decide what to write in that box,” she tells him tapping the Nature of Relationship box with the pen she’s just grabbed. “Whatever we’re calling this,” she gestures between the two of them.
“According to Jesse, I’m your future husband,” he says, only half-joking.
Amanda just laughs at him, “I think you’d need to write fiancé,” she says, “But you’re not getting off that lightly - you need to propose to me yourself,” she tells him; she glances away as she adds, “Not yet, though.”
Someday, he thinks, leaning over, a hand reaching for her face, turning her back towards him so that he can kiss her; she lets him, kissing him right back for a minute or so before she puts one palm to his chest, pushing him back from her, “Carisi, let’s finish this first.”
He sighs as he pulls away, but it’s worth it not to have missed the impatient smirk on her face.
“I got it,” he tells her, resting the sheet of paper on his knee as he adds one word to the empty box. Partners.
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Peter Quill x Reader
Prompt: “am i your lock screen?” “you weren’t supposed to see that.”
Requested by: @starlord7555
Summary: five years after the battle of earth, you are helping run the avengers and find yourself looking forward to every brief visit the team gets from your galactic counterparts.
Warnings: smut, fluff, vaginal sex, oral sex (female receiving), shower sex, unprotected sex, sexual over-stimulation, adult language,
Word Count: 4,099
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“You know, I could spend every day for the next ten years training my ass off, but I still don’t think I’d ever actually win one of these no-powers-allowed fights.” you pointed out jokingly as you pushed yourself back up off the floor, having just been knocked on your ass by Peter Parker. You brushed a few wayward strands of hair out of your face with the back of your hand, and he bounced happily on his heels as the two of you caught your breath. “Not while you’ve got those super-special-spidey reflexes playing in your favor.”
He grinned back at you, one corner of his mouth rising in a crooked, charming smirk. There was a faint sheen of sweat on his brow and the same was darkening the collar of his shirt and the curls of his hair. The two of you had been sparring for the last hour and a half, and you knew you looked worse than he did.
“No, but it’s cute that you keep trying,” he replied in an easy taunt. His smile widened when you rolled your eyes at him, and he laughed cheerfully before conceding, “Your reaction time is getting better.”
“Thanks.” The two of you began trading blows again, and you flinched away when he landed a hit on your shoulder. “How do they not count as a superpower, by the way?”
Peter shrugged, ducking under a wide swing you threw, using the movement to sidestep and get behind you. You turned quickly on the ball of your foot, catching him by surprise with a spinning kick. ‘It’s not like I can turn them off. Besides, I don’t need them to kick your ass.”
The two of you were dressed for training, and at twenty-one, Peter Parker was a more capable opponent than ever. His shoulders had broadened slightly in the last five years, his muscles more defined and his hair worn a little longer. Still, he had the same almost lanky frame, and the same soft, disarming features he’d had when you’d first met him.
You’d been the same age before the Blip, and he’d been the one to introduce you to Tony Stark and the rest of the Avengers before Thanos’ attack after he’d caught you using your abilities at school. Hell, it was his heightened senses that had tipped him off about you in the first place. But he’d disappeared during the Blip and you had remained, aging five years before you got to see him again. It had been more than a little disconcerting for him when he’d returned. Still, despite that adjustment you were as close a pair of friends as ever, and as some of the longest serving members of the Avengers, you spent a lot of your free time together.
You were living at the compound full time, leading the team alongside Sam and Bucky. Peter was attending classes at NYU and still living with his aunt, but he was at the compound at least three times a week, often working out of the labs Tony had set up with him years ago to upgrade and experiment with tech. the only person he might have spent more time with lately than you might have been Bruce.
“Don’t get cocky, web-head.” you snarked back at him as the two of you circled each other slowly, eyeing his movements warily. Peter had been thoroughly beating you for the entire training session, but only just. His heightened reflexes meant that he would always beat you in a fight where you couldn’t use your abilities, but you’d spent the last two months focusing on your hand-to-hand combat with Bucky, and it showed. “You know I’d destroy you in a real fight.”
“Oh, c’mon. We’re like fifty-fifty.” he argued, dodging another kick you aimed at him. It was true; your abilities might make you hard to pin down and give you a definite edge in a fight, but his spider-sense meant he was able to keep up. It also made the two of you a hell of a pair in a battle. “And I’ve got some new tech you haven’t seen yet.”
“Ooh, color me intrigued.”
“I’ll show you la—” he stopped suddenly, straightening and turning towards the windows. “EDITH?”
“Nothing to – A ship has just entered the atmosphere above us.” the A.I. corrected itself midsentence calmly.
“That spidey-sense of yours never ceases to amaze, Pete.” you told him as the two of you moved to the windows. Picking something up before EDITH’s sensors was impressive to say the least. You both craned your necks to watch the sky, and a smile slowly grew on your face as a ship came into a view.
“Did you know they were coming?”
You shook your head, eyes still on the sky. “I haven’t had an alert over the comm system in weeks, not even from Wakanda. EDITH, send a message out to everyone on the current residential list; tell them to expect company when they get home. And contact FRIDAY; I’m sure Pepper will want to bring Morgan by once school lets out.”
“Right away.”
Peter rolled his eyes in amusement as he watched you bounce in place. “You really have no chill when it comes to this guy, you know.”
“Shut up, Parker,” you shot back. “You’re just worried you’re my second favorite Peter.”
You winked at him cockily as his mouth fell open in mock-offense. You pointed finger guns at him, snapping your fingers and disappearing with a muted popping sound. You reappeared in the same second, now standing at the front door downstairs. You could barely make out Peter’s answering bellow as he came thundering down the stairs after you, no doubt exasperated at your sudden teleportation. You heard a dull thump; rather than take the time to walk down the stairs, he’d clearly jumped the rail to the landing below.
“I better not be!”
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Peter Quill was one of the last to saunter out onto the lawn from the ship, a cocky smirk on the edge of his lips and his eyes squinting against the afternoon sun. The light caught in his hair as he joined the other Guardians on the grass, blonde shining honey gold. He closed his eyes for a moment, inhaling a long breath of air of his home planet. His smile broadened as he opened his eyes and caught sight of you, stepping out of the main building, Peter Parker by your side.
You cast a brief glance over the rest of his team, your gaze lingering on Gamora for a moment. She stood beside her sister, her expression a polite kind of friendly. She nodded in greeting when she caught your eye, and you turned gaze back to Quill. “This is unexpected.”
He shrugged a shoulder, stepping forward until he was barely three feet from you. “We were in the area,” he replied easily, and Rocket scoffed beside him, rolling his eyes.
“No, we weren’t.” Drax corrected him, genuinely confused by Quill’s claim. “You said you wanted to see Y/N.”
Quill rolled his eyes in exasperation. “Drax, c’mon, man.”
Your lips quirked to one side in amusement. “You could have let us know you were coming.”
“Why, you got plans?”
Your teeth caught your bottom lip as your smile widened, and you jerked your head toward the man standing beside you. “Peter was going to show me some new tech, but I’m sure he’d prefer Rocket’s opinion.”
The raccoon’s ears flicked forward in interest; his eyebrow cocked. “Yeah?”
Peter nodded, an almost boyish excitement lighting his features. And despite Rocket’s brash, dismissive attitude towards Earth’s current level of tech, he was always more than happy to offer his opinion and advice to your crime-fighting partner – even if it came with a healthy dose of sarcasm and derision. “I’ve been playing with some new ideas, working on my own version of those suspension traps you showed me last time. Wider range, triggered by sudden displacement and reappearance of body heat.”
You smacked his arm. “You sneaky son of a bitch. That’s how you were going to beat me?”
“You and anyone else faster than me,” he shot back with a wink.
You rolled your eyes at him. “Oh, honey. I’m still gonna find a way to kick your ass.”
“Now who’s getting cocky?”
You snickered, shaking your head and turning to head back into the building. The Guardians followed after you, and both Peters fell into step close behind you. “Help yourselves to anything in the kitchen, and you’re welcome to any of the amenities on the grounds. If you need supplies, give the list to EDITH; she can have pretty much anything delivered from the city within the hour.”
“Mr. Barnes and Mr. Wilson are on their way back to the compound now,” the A.I. announced coolly as you came to stop in the foyer. “Dr. Banner should be here by nightfall. I took the liberty of notifying the Langs, but they are currently unavailable.”
“Thanks, EDITH.”
“Mrs. Stark is on her way.”
You turned to Nebula. “I thought you might want to see Morgan. She asks about you whenever I see her.”
The woman nodded, a grateful, awkward smile on her face. “Thank you.”
Quill stepped into your side as the others dispersed, his arm wrapping around your shoulders. “It’s so hot when you get all commander-in-charge like that.”
You scoffed a laugh, pushing him away. “Cool your jets, Space Cowboy. I need a shower.”
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Your breath left you in catching moan as your back met the tiles behind you, melting into a giddy laugh before your lips were crushed in a kiss by the man holding you against the wall. You wrapped your arms around Quill’s neck, one hand sliding through the hair at the back of his head as he slid his tongue into your mouth. His body pressed hard against your own, his naked thigh pushing between your legs to press against your sex.
The hot water hammered down on the two of you, your whole body warm and tingling with his touch. His lips left yours to tease the side of your throat, his teeth grazing against your pulse point and up to your earlobe as his hand slid down over your naked hip, slick with vanilla and jasmine bodywash. He took hold of your thigh, hitching it up against his side.
You moaned again, louder than before, grinding down on his thigh. You grabbed hold of his bicep for leverage, rolling your hips into him. You other hand fumbled down his stomach, nails grazing over his abs before your fingers encircled the base of his cocked and squeezed. Peter grunted against the curve of your collarbone in approval as you stroked him slowly. He palmed your breast roughly with one hand, biting down on your shoulder. “Holy shit, I’ve missed you.”
You smiled, breath catching and head tilted back, your eyes closed against the spray of the shower. You gave his cock a playful squeeze. “I noticed.”
Peter snickered, his laughter catching as you swiped your thumb over the head of his cock. He pinched your nipple hard in response and you gasped, hips faltering for a moment. His lips finally found yours again as the roll of your hips became hurried and more disjointed, your breath quickening. His tongue slid over your own almost languidly, his stubble scratching at your chin. You carded your fingers through his hair and his hand slid back up your side, tickling at your waist before he took hold of you hip again.
His grip was hard, enticingly strong, his fingers digging into your flesh as he forced your movements to stop and pinned you harder against the wall. You couldn’t help the whine of complaint you made in response, and he broke the kiss, chest heaving for a moment as he caught his breath. He paused long enough to shoot you a cocky wink before he fell to his knees in front of you.
Peter pressed a kiss to the skin below your navel, inhaling through his nose to drink in the scent of you before burying his face between your thighs. His tongue curled around your clit and he pressed his forearm to your stomach, hand clutching at your hip, holding you in place as you tried to buck up against his mouth. His other hand travelled up the back of your leg, hooking under your knee and hooking it over his shoulder.
You gripped blindly at the top of the shower partition for balance, your other hand fisting in his hair. Peter hummed against you, hand moving up your thigh to caress your ass. He broke away from your cunt to press teasing, biting kisses to your inner thigh, his hand moving from your ass to roll his fingers over your clit, soaking them in your arousal before burying two of them inside you. He sucked a mark into your thigh, and your eyes rolled back as he returned his talented mouth to your clit.
Peter tortured you like that, fucking you slowly with his mouth and hand until the leg you stood on was shaking and your hand was so tight in his hair your fingers were cramping. You’d come more than once, every high he brought your to only half gone before he began building you to another.
“Pete—fuck, Peter…” you groaned through gritted teeth, moaning when he hummed against you in response. You tugged his head back forcefully, pursing your lips to hide a smile when he grinned cockily up at you, eyes squinting against the spray of the shower. He reached down to fist his cock in his hand, withdrawing his fingers from you to pinch your clit instead. His smirk widened when you jerked in response. “Quill, if you don’t hurry up and fuck me right now, I swear to whatever god you believe in, I—”
Peter was on his feet before you could finish your threat, taking hold of your thighs and lifting you. Your surprise at the sudden shift bubbled out of you in a laugh, and you wrapped your legs around him. Your teeth dug into your bottom lip as his hands squeezed your ass reflexively. Peter pressed his forehead to your own, nuzzling his nose against yours. “You know I’m half-god, right?”
“And all cheeseball,” you retorted jokingly, grinning as his jaw dropped in mock offense. You grinned, pulling him into another kiss, the gesture long, languid and yet still almost aching with need. He groaned into it as you reached down to take hold of his shaft, stroking him slowly and shuddering as the head of it pressed into you.
Peter spoke again, his breathless voice teasing, affectionate and cocky. “Just remindin’ you in case you feel the need to invoke a god’s name in the next few minutes or so.”
You smacked his chest, your response melting into a moan that he echoed as he lowered you onto his cock. His lips found yours in a harsh, despite kiss as he began to fuck you in long, steady strokes.
“How are you always so fucking tight?” he muttered, his lips brushing against your sternum. He dragged his face your nipple, stubble grazing along the wet, sensitive skin before he sucked into his mouth. He circled it with his tongue, catching it between his teeth and tugging. You grabbed at his shoulder, your other hand returning to the top of the partition to leverage yourself over him. You pushed your hips into his with every thrust, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing off the tile. “You keep squeezing me like that, sweetness, and I’m not gonna last as long as I’d like…”
You caught his earlobe between your teeth for a moment before speaking in his ear, a shiver running down his back. “I’m not kicking you out right away, Star Lord… you’ll get another go ‘round. Just make this one good.”
Peter growled into your neck, biting down hard enough to make you gasp. He kissed you again, roughly, his hips pounding into yours. Any break to breathe was filled with cursing and grunting moans, almost obnoxiously loud in the steam-filled room. You jerked suddenly as overwhelming sensation met your clit, your body arching into his as your toes curled and your whole body tightened. He’d unhooked the detachable showerhead from above you, turned it to jet and brought it down to your clit, and you could feel his smirk against your lips as you came again.
Each bounce on his cock brought the rush of water back over your clit, and your nails scored his shoulders and back as you clung to him. You released him only to grope at his wrist, urging the showerhead away from you. But Peter shook his head, lips teasing along your jaw.
“Not a chance, sweets.” he growled, his other hand tightening almost painfully on your ass. “You don’t get to stop coming until I’m finished.”
You whined in response, hips seizing as another wave hit you. Peter groaned as you tightened around him, his thrusts losing their rhythm for a moment. You arched your neck back, eyes half closed, and Peter’s lips found your throat once more, sucking a mark into the skin below your jaw. “Fuck, Peter… I can’t…”
“Hold out for me, Y/N.” he murmured back, barely audible over the sound of the water. It was beginning to cool, running too long, sending goosebumps over your over-sensitized skin. Your nipples brushed against his chest with every thrust, your hair slick and sticking to your neck. “I’m so close, baby… I’m so fucking close, baby. God—”
The showerhead clattered against the wall as Peter released it, his hips almost buckling as he finally came, his face buried in the side of your neck. You whimpered, body shaking with aftershocks as he lowered you to the floor, hands pressed to the walls for support, your body held up by his still pressed against yours.
He kissed your cheek, giggling almost deliriously in your ear as the two of you caught your breath. His hands came to rest on your hips, trailing over the skin carefully to your waist. You slung an arm around his neck, pulling him into a kiss, reaching past him with your other hand to turn off the shower. “It’s good to see you too, Peter.”
***
You scrubbed a towel through your hair, sitting at your vanity and watching Peter through the mirror. You’d dressed in a pair of shorts and an old tee shirt, and EDITH had announced that all but Bruce had since arrived at the compound. “So, how far out of your way did you go this time?”
Peter shrugged, nodding absentmindedly along to the music you had playing, his own hair an endearing tangle of still-damp curls. He was stretched out on your bed, a towel wrapped around his waist and his back pressed against the headboard and pillows. He had one hand tucked behind his head, the smallest of smirks on his lips. “A day or two. Maybe more.”
“So, you’re thinking about hanging around then?” you asked, turning around to face him, leaving your towel on the vanity. “You keep doing this and that crew of yours is going to hate me.”
Peter chuckled, shaking his head. “We’re between jobs. We’ve just been paid; they could use a few days leave.”
“And the free room and supplies just made us all the more appealing, huh?” you teased, moving towards the bed.
“And a couple of other things.” he held a hand out to you and you took it, making yourself comfortable and curling up into his side. He draped his arm around your shoulders, and you didn’t release his hand, holding it by your shoulder.
You smiled, but the expression slowly faded into something more somber as a thought returned to you. “So… Gamora…?” Peter exhaled, a crease forming between his brows. “I take it you two…”
He shook his head. “She’s… she’s sticking around for Nebula. And we’re friendly, it’s just…” He sighed, but his voice wasn’t pained like it had been in the past. “Sometimes, she’s so close to who I remember. Which makes sense, I guess. She’s the same person, but… she’s not. Whatever we went through, whatever it is that made the old Gamora love me, she doesn’t have that, she didn’t go through the same stuff. So, she doesn’t see me the same way as the other Gamora did. And she can’t even… she doesn’t know that Gamora. She can’t see what we had. The whole thing is like… she told me, hearing the stories, it’s like I’m talking about somebody else. Someone she’s never met. And she’s right.”
“Peter, I’m sorry.” You murmured, leaning your head against his shoulder. You squeezed his hand gently. “I thought maybe… it’s been three years since you found her, and with Nebula wanting to stay with you guys—”
“It’s okay, Y/N.” he assured you softly, turning his head to press a kiss to your temple before resting his chin on top of your head. “Like I said, she’s not the same. She’s not the person I… my Gamora is gone. And it might’ve taken a while, but I… I get that. It just took me a while to wrap my head around it.”
The two of you fell silent for a while, the weight of the conversation settling over you like a blanket. You played with his fingertips absentmindedly, eyes unfocused.
“You hungry?”
You looked up, offering him a warm smile. “Starved.”
Peter’s face broke into a cocky, teasing smirk. “Yeah, you are.”
You scoffed at him, elbowing him in the side. He laughed, shying away from you, arm withdrawing from your shoulders. “We can order from that steakhouse; get it delivered?”
“Works for me.”
“And you won’t even have to put pants on,” you teased, laughing as he poked you in the side in retaliation. “Is it too early to order? Hand me my phone?”
Peter picked it up from your bedside table, the screen lighting up as he did. You snatched it out of his hand quickly, your cheeks warming slightly. A surprised, smug grin slowly bloomed on Peter’s face. “Am I your lock screen?”
“…You weren’t supposed to see that.” you admitted awkwardly, face flushed. Your background picture was a photo of the two of you that you’d taken on a previous visit; grinning at the camera like fools, caught up in the music you’d been blasting at two a.m. He’d been emulating everything he thought a Rockstar should be, over the top and frankly, adorable. You pushed yourself away from him, moving to clamber back off the bed and away from the embarrassment of being caught out. “It’s not a big deal, I just thought it was a good picture, and—”
He caught hold of your wrist, dragging you back to him. He pulled you on top of him, legs on either side of his, trapping you there with hands on your waist. “Come with me.”
“What?”
“Come with me,” he repeated, his expression surprisingly earnest. He released your waist to take hold of your hands instead, enclosing them between both of his. “Come see the universe.”
“Quill, you’re being—”
“C’mon, Y/N.” he insisted, his tone an almost boyish excitement at the idea. “It’ll be great! You and me and the whole universe to see. You’ll love it, I promise.”
“Peter, I—” you struggled to find the words, taken aback by his sudden proclamation. This was something you thought about, late at night when you were too tired to think of all the reasons it wouldn’t work. “I ha-have responsibilities, here. I can’t just—”
“Just think about it,” he urged, his head ducked down to meet yours beseechingly. “We could be like this all the time. We could… we could be together.”
“And… you want that?” you couldn’t help but ask. You knew Peter’s reputation – Drax and Rocket had alluded to it more than enough – and up until now you weren’t entirely sure if you were his only… hell, you didn’t know what to call it.
He nodded, hands tightening slightly on your own. “We fit, you and me.” you swallowed, halfway torn between running from the room declaring your avenging too important and throwing yourself into his arms. “Just… say you’ll think about it? Please?”
After a moment, you nodded slowly, wetting your lips nervously. “I’ll think about it.”
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Onision on Kermit and Friends - March 21, 2021
(This video only has 59 views on Youtube. This is probably the smallest audience I've seen for an Onision interview.)
Summary Part 1
The host seems to be a fan of Onision and the co-host says she saw the documentary so she is well aware of Onision, but the show is a safe space and they don't judge.
Host says her and Andy talked about The Banana Song all night.
Host really like that Onision said not to focus at negativity. Says he only focuses on positivity and he's an amazing guy.
The co-host jokes that they will "do the Onision thing" and shave Andy's head, make him film videos, then maybe he'll change his sex.
Andy can't figure out how to join the show.
James joins. It appears he is in his new house.
The host says he said "goodbye" 2 months ago. James says during one of his more dramatic moods. The host asks what inspired him to say goodbye to all of his fans? He says when you work at something for 12 years and it gets torn away from you, you want to take a break. Host asks why it was taken. James says he likes the question. He says the reason why people are losing content these days is cancel culture. Says people have share holders in the stock market and a risk of being canceled themselves and people attack everything they're associated with. He says recently David Dobrik was canceled and he was losing sponsorships because the company doesn't want to go down with them. The companies don't want to lose business when they see someone they sponsor is being boycotted. He says it's business smart, but morally disagreeable.
James says the Discovery+ documentary called for him to be removed from the internet.
Andy appears. Andy says it's a horrible situation for James to be in and tells him he will do fine. James says he fears for the host and Andy because they aren't taking the position of "Anti-Onision" and anyone who goes against them becomes the target of that community. Andy says he doesn't care and he's sticking up for Onision. James laughs and says Andy has his own extensive celebrity experience so he understands how things work in "the biz. "
The host says everyone is at risk of getting canceled and saying anything can get you canceled these days. She says she was pissed off when she watched the documentary because everyone had groupies who want to sleep with them. They come after him and want him, he ignored them, they kept coming, and now he's at fault? Says now he is canceled and Andy is already canceled. She asks who is not in danger of being canceled at this point?
James says people told him not to go on the stream because of Andy Dick. James laughs and says he was told he couldn't work with Andy. He says people hold serial killers and people who make people upset at the same level. He says they have no gauge for morality, it's all the same to them. Says when you cancel someone for being a law abiding citizen who does things by the book and ignore someone who isn't famous and does horrible things, it shows your priorities. He says it's not about right and wrong, it's about who will bring more attention to me and make me look better.
The host asks James to show her one guy who would decline an offer from a hot fan to meet up. Andy points to himself as she's saying this. James says he thinks there is a significant misunderstanding to what she thinks he went through. He says there were no groupies or hot fans.
He says 10 years ago he dates a Canadian pop star, but he uses the term pop star loosely because she never got that huge. Says she had one music video that got over 1 million views. He says she dove into his life, contacted him early December 2010. He points out they showed this in the documentary. He says he responded to her something inspirational because she was talking about how she was on the edge of suicide and he wanted to help her. He wanted to be the person he represented in his videos, someone who does suicide awareness, etc. He says full disclosure, he straight up left his spouse for this person. The host asks if this was Skye, his high school sweetheart. James says not exactly. He says he broke up with Skye when they were 18 and 19 or 19 and 19 because he told her he couldn't make her happy. He joined the air force and she would write him letters.
Drunken Peasants comment "Cry is Kai-ing now." is features. James says "nice" and laughs.
He says he saw there were a lot of military benefits to getting married. Skye was his best friend and he thought it would be great to get benefits and bring her wherever he went. Says he married his best friend, then he fell madly in love with Shiloh. Six months prior he threated divorce because she said because they were married, half of his stuff was hers. He says that wasn't the agreement because he asked for a prenup. He told her if she was in this marriage for half of his things, let's get divorced now. He says she said never mind and if they get divorced she wouldn't try to take his stuff.
James says when Shiloh came along he realized what a real relationship was supposed to be like. He says he could talk for 10 hours about this because it's such a thorough and rich story. Andy says you could talk for years about what it's like going after a girl. James laughs and says, "a little sexist there?"
Andy and the host talks about their relationship. The host says other men she's dated didn't like commitment and never proposed to her. The host says James likes commitment. James says he proposed to 4 people in his life. Andy asks if anyone said yes? James says all 4 said yes. Andy asks then why isn't he married to them? James says he's been married 9 years. Andy asks to all 4 of them?
James says he only knew Adrienne from Texas 2 weeks and he proposed to her.
The host says she's been talking to Andy about James all week, but Andy forgets. Andy says he knows, but he won't bring it up. James says he's willing to talk about almost anything. Andy says he loves this kid and the host says she knew he would. She says he has so many amazing videos and she wants Andy to collab with him. James says before he went on, he was joking if Andy was like "you're a POS" and screamed at him, he'd still be a fan. He says Andy is top 5 comedians. James says Andy's still a comedian because he's made millions laugh. Says Andy took social norm and threw it into a woodchipper and does whatever he wants. He says he never saw a comedian with no limits, other than Sacha Baron Cohen. He says some comedians pretend they have no limits, but censor themselves later on. Says Andy seems to be on the same path, which is amazing. Andy thanks him.
Andy starts to get upset with them comments on the live. James asks if there's comments and takes a look. He says "this is great" and announced he will give them a crash course on the internet. He says there is an algorithm that promotes whatever you want to believe, like if you're a conspiracy theorist that believe in aliens. You keep seeing videos about it and it's an endless cycle of telling you you're right. James says Andy would probably laugh at this concept, but they took countless clips from comedy sketches and framed them as if they were from real life. He says there's one clip where he says mean things to someone, but they don't address he's dressed as the Joker and they're dressed as Harley Quinn.
He says he did countless pranks where people thought they were real. He says he did meltdown video series, which was one of his favorite video series ever. He says he rubbed poop on himself, lived in a box, etc. He says people ate it up and believed it was real even though he left hints in the videos that it was fake because they wanted to believe their pre-existing narrative that he was a nut case. He says it was entertaining until someone showed up to his house, then he stopped doing it. They drank the kool aid to the extent that they brought it to real life. (He's talking about Chris Hansen.) The host asks if it's scary to have people show up. He says it is when you have small children. He says when people show up to your house you think these people need mental help because they don't understand this is fiction. The host asks if this is the main reason he said goodbye? He says it was more an assortment of emotions. The host says he's an emotional guy. James says it depends, he could be. He says he's chill until you put someone he loves in danger. He says on camera he is "whatever I wish to be" because being a character is fun.
The host says she saw him go crazy in a few videos and wondered if he was bi-polar or had depression. He laughs and she says that's something she suffers from, so that's why she asking. He asks, you're bi-polar? She says yes. James says he is not. She asks if he has depression or anxiety. He says he has major depressive disorder and he was diagnosed last year so existential crisis happen often with him. Andy says "boo-mother-fucking-hoo." James laughs and says that's the father figure he needed growing up.
The hosts says she knows his parents divorced when he was 2. She asks if that affected him. He says "probably." She asks if it affected his relationships because he seems to have volatile relationships. She says she's in one currently. Andy asks what does she mean? She says sometimes Andy calls her a cunt. James laughs and says "yeah." James asks if it's a comedian thing to call people cunts? She says it didn't sound very comical. James says he wouldn't take it personally because what matters is if they stand by you, don't hurt you physically, that they give you love, and they don't say anything out of pure hate.
Andy shows a pill to the camera and takes it. The host asks what it was and Andy says muscle relaxer. James looks a little shocked, but mostly amused.
They have fans on to ask James questions. The first one asks if he really chained a girl in his basement. James says that's another thing the conspiracy mill musters up and no one was chained in his basement. The fans says he doesn't get why they would demonetize him because his channels were dead and he wasn't making any money. James says he was actually making money, he was solidly making a living and it was taken away.
The fans asks about the 14 year old James and Kai groomed, he says he's not saying it's true but he was wondering. James says it's not true and that person ( Sarah ) swore on their grandmother's life it wasn't true. He says if you to to Onision.com/IRL it has videos footage and texts of them saying they were not. The fans asks if James thinks he could sue YouTube for suspending him for offline behavior. James says it's hard to find a lawyer that would not mind being bombarded by negative reviews. He says cancel culture affects people with actual jobs too.
The host talks about how she and Andy are trying to find Andy a new place to live. She jokingly says with Onision. James says he's not in an entertainment-friendly place to live. The host asks what he means. He says LA is more relevant. The host asks why he doesn't live somewhere like LA. James says he's more of a rain and clouds person. The host says she always thought he would make a great actor. He says going to LA feels like his eye are being melted.
Another fan comes on. She says she grew up watching Onision and used to be a Patreon of his on and off for a couple of years, but she's more indifferent now. She says she already knows both sides of everything, but she thinks it''s a lot of it is bull crap. She says as someone with a similar mental disorder as said person- she understand why they would flip like that, but it's extremely shitty. James says he wasn't the person who went through all of the horrible things. Yes, he was demonetized and lost a means to make a living off other platforms, but the person they betrayed was the person he's married to. Kai didn't insult or engage, or do anything bad to anyone ever. The fact that their life got ripped apart makes him feel bad that he ever spoke to them. They have a family so it's hard to regret that. He says that's the only person anyone should feel bad for. He kicked someone out of his life, then he made passive aggressive videos about dating people and it leading to the same result. That person took it personally and lashed out. He triggered them and they attacked. Kai did nothing wrong.
They get into a bit(?) about Andy cheating on the host and her exposing him with a video. James just kind of sits there and watches.
The host asks if James is in a committed relationship with his wife. James says Kai is transgender and identifies as a guy. He says he heard the person earlier that implied he changes people's scientific genders. He says he was confused by that. The host just says "yeah" and there's a bit of a pause. James says they are in a committed relationship. She says he used to bring in other people. He says he is committed, but sometimes they were not exclusive. She asks if he has threesomes and orgies. He says not orgies.
They bring in another guest. She says she is new to him, but is familiar with cancel culture. She says it has to have been hard for him and his family. She asks what advice she has for people dealing with this. He says to not engage with anyone. He says people would do things that were illegal and a danger to his family so he kicked them out of his life. He completely isolate himself from them and they would try to hurt him. He says when you are in the public eye and you have a falling out with someone they can destroy you by spreading rumors. He says the Youtuber Anthony Padilla was terrified of getting into a relationship because he didn't want it to go south and his life to be destroyed. He says if you get in a relationship with someone, don't get out of it.
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Send the Addy
Pairing: SamBucky x Black! Reader
WC: 4,279 ( I am theirs, they inspire me)
Warning: It is absolute filth, my peeps, barely a plot, SMUT, Sugar relationship, D/s dynamics, Double Penetration ( anal & vaginal), oral ( male & female receiving), daddy and sir naming , spitting, edging, rough sex, praise and degradation, blindfold and light bondage... that’s all.
A/N: This for @blackmissfrizzle and her Frizzle’s 2K Follower Celebration & Bad Bitch Challenge. I had the song Send the Addy by Flo Milli.
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After an excruciating week full of all-nighters, tidying final projects and exams. You and your girls are dancing, drinking some strong booze, forgetting the hell you all went through.
Send the addy, starting playing and you stand up from the chair and start dancing
“Better watch where you steppin', this Gucci is pricey (Hello)
Like a snake on the loose, they gon' bite me
Put it on him, now he callin' me wifey (Ooh)
He tryna cuff but it's hard to indict me
He say he like when I call him daddy (Haha)
Tell him "Pull up" then I send the addy (Ooh)
She keep muggin' me down, she a maddy (Ew, bye)
I got three bitches wit' me, they catty (Ho)”, You sing along.
You move your hips to the beat going down till you're squatting near the floor and start throwing your ass back. Your ass shaking going up and down on repeat.
“Ayeee, show’em what you got, baby”! ,your friend Bry hyping you up while recording.
You stand up running to your friend, laughing somehow feeling a little shy but still feeling yourself.
“Damn, what’s gotten into you ?, you out here showing out, feeling yourself, but I can not complain I am enjoying it a lot”.Bry inquires, looking you up and down, smirking at you.
“Just happy that for once I was ahead of the curve, did not procrastinate and did all the work like for once I am confident, the finals will be great”.
You smile at her, both of you sitting close to each other wrapping your arms around each other. You and Bry have been friends since freshman but sometimes you indulge in each other. When there is booze or stress involved, you seek each other's refuge.
Some heavy twerking to 19, Birthday Cake and WAP, drinking and some heavy making out sessions with Bry and Draya recording it . You send all the videos to two particular men in your contacts. You are all snickering and smiling to your phone. You know you're in for one hell of a night with your daddies.
“y/n, when are you going to tell us the truth? ”,Draya disrupted you from your phone.
“Tell, you what”. You feign, cocking your head to the side.
“ So you think we blind and stupid, you definitely have a sugar daddy or an Only Fans”.
“That is the same thing, I have been trying to find out”, Bry expressed with faux annoyance rolling her eyes.
“Your skin is glowing, The lace you got, Lace where?, you are not whining about your car problems, the clothes, the jewelry, the nails, like everyone can confuse you with some NBA player’s wife, if they don’t know you.” Draya continued.
“The rent is paid and everything paid plus a new phone, new laptop. Oh, She gets some Fenty x Savage and Agent Provocateur on the side ”, Bry pipes in.
“Nosey bitch”, you shove Bry and she laughs.
“ Is he some NBA ,NFL, Major League player, CEO, Rapper, Doctor, Real estate mogul, Politician?”, Bry asked.
“Nope”, you said while stifling a smile and you took your shot of D’usse.
Draya slouched more on the chair and sighs. “ Well if she won’t tell Bry, then she is taking that secret to the grave”.
“Guys, I wish I could tell you but I can’t, I have signed an NDA, I don’t have money or lawyers to fight an NDA breaching just cause my girls want me to kiss and tell”.
They all rolled their eyes. “Well, if he has friends that want a sugar baby tell’em to send the addy, I am here for the taking ” Bry responded while twirling around and posing.
You all cackled.
Little did they know that you were Captain America and the Winter Soldier’s sugar baby. You have to keep it a secret. This can mess up your future career and theirs.
You start reminiscing, while your friends are having fun.
You can see what they were seeing. A year and half ago, you were quiet, always tired and not as vibrant. Balancing the little you had, some internships to build your resume and classes, were taking a toll on you. You had the biggest internship. An internship at the Avengers headquarters, with no other than Dr. Bruce Banner and Dr. Helen Cho. If you aced this, you were pretty much settled. The chance of getting a nice job will be high. The internship pay was nice. It gave you some comfort but the hours were outrageous. The internship has some other perks. Seeing Sam Wilson, Captain America and Bucky Barnes, ex Winter-Soldier pass by.
You seem them pass by hand in hand. They wave at you. You smile and wave back. You hate to see them go but love to watch them leave. They have some nice ass thighs and Sam’s ass in that Cap uniform. You are sure that if you ever had the chance to go to bed with him. You will be groping it all night. It looks so good. You feel a sort of remorse for thinking that .You can see Sam and Bucky love each other so much and here you are being horny because of Sam’s ass in his uniform.
They were always trying to find ways to be in the lab with you, but you always denied that they were here for you.
You became friendly with both of them. You can see there were always lingering eyes or a hug longer than usual but you always thought it is your infatuation playing with your mind.
That was until the Stark Benefit Gala happened. You were having fun until the party ended and your car decided to die on you. You were standing there, bummed in a beautiful dress. The dress was a courtesy of Dr. Cho.
They saw you groaning and rolling your eyes in your car. They came to your help. Sam was drunk. It was late, so Bucky offered you a ride to your humble abode.
Against your better judgement you decided to ask if Bucky wants to get in your home. He went in. You were sitting drinking some water. You went to your room to get out of the dress and change to some comfortable sweatpants and a t-shirt. You were talking about T.V shows and he mentioned he was watching the Witcher but has never had time to catch up so you turned on the T.V watch the Witcher with him to explain to him what he has been missing.
Suddenly you guys were making out. You on top of him, t-shirt disregarded.
You stop him, “ We cannot do this to Sam”, you said, your lips ghosting over his.
“What if I tell you, Sammy is okay, with this. He grabs your ass cheeks hard. He breathes you in and suckles the pulse point of your neck.
You throw your head back and start grinding on him.
“What if I tell you he wants you, just as much as I do”. His voice raspy laced with desire. With that he kisses you with such a passion, all the oxygen in your lungs disappeared, he kisses your cheek in a chaste way, kisses your hand, pulls you off his lap, stands in front of you, and tells you goodnight. Leaving you hanging, confused, hot and bothered.
Your phone beeped and a message with a weird number appeared
Meet us tonight at the Cove at 21:00 sharp , The Uber is already paid and will pick you up. S&B”
Another message in with the directions to the Cove. The Cove was a nice restaurant wine bar a little outside the city.
At the Cove, Sam was there to confirm what Bucky told you.
The waiter greets you and takes you orders. Chardonnay and tapas to go with it.
“ Thank you for being here, y/n”, Sam started. “Buck told me what happened”.
“Sam, I am so sorry, please I stay away from you. I don’t want this to cause any problems. I am so sorry”, you apologize to him.
Sam looks at you soft. “Hey, calm down, I would’ve loved to see that, you and Buck”. You are in shock. It is true what Bucky told you. “Buck told me you feel good,y/n and I want to find out:, he whispers. His eyes darkened while taking you in. It sends a shiver to your spine.
“ See, y/n, Buck and I, we love each other very much”. You see Bucky looking at Sam like he hung the moon and Sam takes Bucky's metal hand to his lips and kisses it. “But we are both missing what is like to be with a woman”. Bucky answered. “Someone we can both trust and confide in” Sam pipes in. “ We both have a kind of a dominant air and we want someone that can be ours” Bucky continues. “ I see the way you look at us, you invited me to your apartment”. "We made out" “ You check Sam’s ass a lot, I know you can’t help it, It's so good”. You see Sam biting his lip at that.
You want to stay and jolt the hell out of there. You want to say something but you can't, the words won’t come out.
Sam lift his hand
“ Before you ask, what’s in it for you”, Let me tell you”. Sam led the conversation.
“ You are an amazing intern. Nothing but good things; cunning, smart, hard working. Banner and Helen have seen how hard you work. School and bills take a toll on you. “We see your car, that poor thing. “ You are quiet , you sigh a lot”. “We want to relieve that burden for you”.
You take a good gulp of the wine so that it can give you courage.
“ This is not some cruel prank, right?, You ask with doubt. Taking a strand of hair behind your ears. You are shaking like a leaf.
Sam and Bucky smile at you. They’re smiles are comforting.
“ It is not. In fact, I have something for you”. Sam takes a stack of papers from his suitcase and puts it on the table.
“ It is a Non Disclosure Agreement and some ground rules, This could be scandalous, we are aware of that so we have to keep this a secret much to my disdain.” Sam huffs.
Bucky takes your hand in his. “ Just give it a thought and think how good this can be for you”. “If you are not on board with this. It’s okay, we understand. Burn those papers and we continue like nothing happened, please just think about it and let us know what you want”. Bucky looks at you with his ocean eyes pleading.
The days followed. NDA signing. Medical exams all of you did. After that you had the most amazing experience you ever had in your life. It was everything. So erotic, you on your back Sam driving into you with madness. Bucky beside you alternating between kissing Sam and playing with your clit. Bucky spitting in your mouth, saying you are theirs and no one else's. So filthy, your back against Bucky’s chest he was in your ass while Sam was in front of you balls deep in you and they were both fucking you like there was no tomorrow.
“Fuckkk, they groaned in unison”
Bucky was kissing the back of your neck giving you long but hard strokes. “Babyy, so tiight, so goood”, he said in between strangled moans.
You could barely breathe. They are pushing buttons, you did not know they existed.
Sam was rough, giving you fast strong strokes, hitting that spot repeatedly. “He was moaning, grunting, breathing heavy too. Eyes closed head back. “Fuck baby, you’re gripping me hard, I’m not going to last long, if you keep doing that. Naughty girl you like that, huh?, “having two men at the same time”. Sam said with his breath short, driving his dick deeper in you.
You nod. You cannot form a coherent sentence
Bucky wrapped his vibranium fingers tight around your throat, making you face Sam.
“Answer him”, he orders you, whispering in your ear.
“Yes, sir, I love being stuffed by you both.” You answered him with a strangled whisper while your eyes were fluttering. It was too much but it was what your body was craving ever since Dr.Banner introduced you to them.
After a few more strokes you came with a shout and your legs shaking . Sam came hard , then Bucky after fucking your ass with no abandon. The night went on like that, Sam and Bucky using you the way they saw fit.
You were stuffed with their cum and seeing galaxies at the end of the night.
They took care of you after that. Bathing you, cleaning you up, giving you snacks, even brushing your teeth, and putting you to sleep.
You were biting your lip, pressing your thighs together. You were hoping you could get some of that tonight.
Seems like your wish is granted because your cell phone vibrates. Two messages in
Bad girl, making out with your friend, that mouth, that pussy belongs to us. Only us.
I see you’re having fun, but you can have more fun with us, baby girl. Say goodbye to your friends and you come to this hotel this instant.
They sent you the address to the hotel . You see the address is not that far. Your pussy throbs in anticipation.
“ Well, bitches, I got to go”, you say picking your Birkin bag and taking one last shot.
“ Daddy Anonymous called you, huh”, Bry said looking you up and down.
“ Yes he did and I am going to get some dick tonight”. You all laughed.
Kissing and hugging your girls goodbye. You get in the car and connect the phone to the speakers and play send the addy again.
Reaching to the hotel. You text the numbers back with:
I am here, sir.
I am here, daddy.
They reply back with the room number.
You arrived at the room you knocked on the door , just how they thought you.
It was them. Bucky was dressed in a black shirt and the sleeves rolled up. Sam was wearing a burgundy shirt also with the sleeves rolled up. Tight jeans and two very noticeable hard ons. Your mouth waters at the sight.
Bucky grabs you close to him and slaps your face. You gasped. The slap is not hard enough to leave a mark but to tingle. Sam watches amused rubbing his erection through his pants.
“Bad, girl, behaving like a slut, making out with Bry, letting her touch you like that”, he said, wrapping his vibranium fingers around your neck with force. “You just can’t get enough, do you baby ?”
“Daddy Buck, may not like it but I love it baby. You are so fucking sexy, especially when you make out with Bry”. Sam replied.
Why did you do it, baby girl ?, Sam asked while unbuckling his belt and sitting on a chair in the corner.
Bucky makes you face Sam.
“ I like pussy too, sir and her lips are nice, both sets of lips,sir”. You whisper with Bucky’s hand tight around your throat.
Bucky grabs you by the forearm, makes you walk to the bed with him. He sits at the edge of the bed.
“ Lay across my lap”, he demanded.
You do as you're told and lay across his lap.
“Daddy is very disappointed, and you know what happens when daddy is disappointed”. You brace yourself for what is about to come. Spanking with the vibranium hand.
“ You are going to count, Ok”.
A slap to your ass and it is heard. “One”. You exhale the breath you were holding in. Two slaps quickly after another. “Two, three”, you whisper and then hiss. He massages your ass cheek. And slaps it again “Four”, you scream. “Such a good girl, taking your spanking so well”, Sam encourages you while stroking his dick slowly.
“Don’t get any ideas, he might like what you do but you are still a dirty slut”. With that he spanks you three times quick after another. “Five, six, seven”, you scream and a tear is rolling down your face.
“Aw, baby you look so cute when you cry, don’t worry, honey, it is going to end soon, Sam walks to you and wipes the tear away from your face. He cups your face in his hand.
Bucky laughs. “Whores pulling stunts and can’t handle the consequences”. “Should've known better” He spanks your ass three times one after the other. “Eight, nine, ten” you sob.
You stand up from Bucky’s lap. Your ass stinging. You know that you will not sit comfortably for a week. You hiccup a sob.
“Sh, sh,sh, that's my girl, taking what we give so well”. Sam console you. He cups our face and then hugs you tight. He smells so good. Sandalwood and cocoa butter. His skin is smooth
“ Lay on the bed, baby girl, I'm going to give you a treat”. You lay at the edge of the bed, with your legs open.
Sam lick his lips, you are dripping wet.
"So wet, so pretty" Sam whispers, touching your pussy. You moaned at that,moving your hips looking for more sensation but he stops touching you.
"Tell us, are you wet for Bry or for us?",Bucky questioned
"You only you"
"Good answer, pretty baby".Sam says breathing you in.
“ What do good girls say to that, y/n?”, Sam asked
“ Thank you, sir”, you answer him, all breathy
With that he licks along your slit and then starts devouring your lips. Sucking on your clit and then shoving his tongue in you. He keeps that pattern until you are squirming and moaning loud but Bucky puts his arm around your middle, keeping you down. Sam keeps eating you out like you are his last meal.
“You are such a dumb baby, you cannot take my spanking or his tongue, don’t worry baby. "Bucky whispers to your ear.
“He spoils you but I will set you straight.” He bites your nipple to the point it is painful. You moaned loudly the pain and the pleasure mixing in. You grab his hair hard and he grunts. He soothes the bite, licking and flicking his tongue on your nipple.
Bucky grips Sam’s head and brings Sam to him and they kiss slowly all tongue. Both of them sharing your juices. It is such a sight.
“Do you trust us, baby?”, Sam ask with his lips shining of your essence and Bucky’s spit.
“Yes, sir, My safe word is fly”.
“ Good girl”, Sam responds and then hovers over you to peck your lips.
He goes to the night table and takes a pink silk scarf and pink rope out of the drawer.
He makes you sit on the bed and ties the silk scarf around your eyes and he kisses your cheek.
“My pretty baby”
“ I don’t know why you keep putting her on a pedestal, she is a whore”, Bucky tells Sam.
“ A whore that needs to be put in her place”. Bucky continues
“ C’mon, ass up ,face down”. Bucky orders and there is no room for ifs.
You assume the position. “Hands behind your back”, Bucky demands.
You put your hands behind your back and you feel the rope tightening on your wrists.
You gasp when you feel a dick inside you in one thrust and you know is Bucky. He is like that though, demanding. He starts ramming into you. The shaking of your ass against his hips, your pussy creaming on his shaft . That spurs him on.
“ He might say nice things to you, but we both know what you like, getting fucked without mercy”, He groans at the feeling of you spasming around him. “That is what you like”.
He pulls on your hair. “Say it”, he growled.
“He might say nice things but I like getting fucked without mercy”. You answer him breathless.
You are moaning non-stop, your breathing ragged. His dick drives in and out at a fast pace. You feel yourself tightening around his cock.
He stops and pulls out of you. You whine
“Stop whining”, Bucky reprimands you, spanking your ass a little. A warning.
You cry out when you feel another dick inside you, a different kind of stretch. Inch by inch he enters you, he is hissing. “Aaahh fuuuck”.
You know it is Sam. He takes his sweet time entering you most of the time.
He starts going at a slow pace, pulling out almost and slams back in. Then he pulls almost out, he grips your hips and drives your ass against his hips unhurried. Every time he does that, you feel the air leave the room.
He keeps doing that until you are almost there, you can feel it then he stops and pulls out of you.
You are left there clenching around nothing.
You hear them kissing. Humming and moaning into the kiss. You start hearing Sam moaning and slurping and gagging sounds, moans from Bucky too.
You hear whispering but you cannot understand what is said.
Bucky was on his knees sucking Sam off, taking Sam's shaft to the back of his throat, savoring all of you from Sam's dick. He pulls Sam out his mouth with a pop.
He stands up and whispers to Sam's ear: "She tastes so good on your dick, sweetheart, mmhmm so good."
You whine:" pleeeaseee"
Sam returns to you, entering you at a snail's pace till he is full inside. His moans, hisses mixing with your moans and cries.
"Can't stay without dick for long, Can you baby ?". Bucky asks you. He chuckles. "Such a needy slut".
You nod. You mewl: "Yes, daddy".
Sam kisses your shoulders. “ You are such a sight, baby girl, you are my good girl, I love you so much”, He says with his deep and raspy voice.
“ I love you so much, sir”. You reply with tears in your eyes. You don't know, who is worse, Bucky with his unforgiving pace or Sam's slow pace. They are doing this for what seems an eternity. When they feel you are about to cum, they switch places or leave you hanging.
Sam praised you and Bucky degraded you.
You can’t take it anymore. You are so pent up. Release is the only thing in your mind.
You were now on your back still blindfolded and your wrist tied on top of your head.
“Please, daddy, please, sir, please can I cum ?”. You sob
Bucky was slamming into you. Faster than ever, groaning and moaning
“ Cum, let go”, he moans. He was so close too.
You came with your legs shaking and a silent scream.
More thrusts and Bucky was coming
“Shiiiitttt”,fuck, fuck”, Bucky cried out on repeat. With a long moan, he emptied inside you. He dropped next to you on the bed, spent and satisfied.
Right after, Sam entered you in one thrust and started pumping you fast. Your eyes were rolled to the back of your head. You feel your whole nerves convulse. It was so much but your body needed his release.
“Sir, please, give me your cum”, you babble
“ Don’t have to ask me twice, baby girl, He grunted.
Thrusting into you with his eyes closed, head back and his lips parted.
"Fuuuckkk, you got some good pussy on you, babyyy, y/n. He sped up, chanting your name.
He came within you, with a loud groan. He dropped on top of you
You love his weight on you. When he catches his breaths. He stands up and takes your blindfold off. Bucky tuned in the light so that your eyes don’t hurt, when Sam takes the blindfold. Sam takes the rope off your wrists and kisses your wrists.
Bucky appears with glasses of water for the both of you. He gives Sam the glass and they kiss.
You cannot believe your luck. Both of your men, naked. Sam thick arms and thighs and that ass. Bucky with those thighs, those abs carved like some Greek god and the contrast of his arm, flesh and metal, hair all disheveled.
Bucky kneels in front of you and gives you a glass of water.
Bucky kisses you. “You know that it is all role play, baby. I love you and I appreciate you so much”. You nod. You drink the water and put the glass on the nightstand. You grab his face.
“ I know, daddy” and you place a kiss on his forehead.
He looks at you, like you are everything in his world.
He stands up. He kisses Sam again then Sam bents and kisses you.
“ You are so beautiful, you know that”, Sam expresses taking your features in.
“ Thank you, sir. You are so pretty too”. He laughs at that.
Bucky finds some sweatpants and puts them on.
“I am going to order something to eat”. Bucky picks the phone to call room service.
"Blueberry waffles,pleaseee".You look at him with puppy eyes. Sam sits next to you. "I want some blueberry waffles too, baby boy". Sam asks with that smile that makes Bucky melt.
He chuckles shaking his head.
You, two are too much for his heart to handle.
"Well, when you both ask like that, how can I say no"
He calls room service.
You are there, feeling light and satisfied with two men that care so much. Every day you are falling a little bit more in love with them.
You don’t know what the future holds for all of you but for now you will always go to them when they send the addy.
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Hinata felt horrible. YN did not let him go last night and he ended up sleeping with her, in her bed. He woke up with an early rising friend and took a shower to calm down. Watching YN sleep was kind of... nice. He couldn’t stop himself from taking a picture, grinning and then ran away to get something to eat.
I am a pervert and the worst friend ever.
YN woke up with a killer headache and a killer nausea. She remembered coming home with the boys and throwing up in the bathroom… she hopes she didn’t wreck it that bad. She didn’t want to clean it but she would never make the maids do it. After cleaning up the bathroom and herself a bit, she walked towards the kitchen, to find him eating what looked like an omelet.
‘You should have woken me up to join you~’ He jumps a bit on his seat and blushes.
‘You needed the rest a bit more than me, princess…” He trailed off when she picked up her discarded bag and pulled out her gloss.
He did not need to see her apply the strawberry shimmery gloss she wore yesterday, that he tasted on your lips just a few hours ago… fuck, he wants to kiss you again. But he doesn’t know if you remember last night or not, and he doesn’t want to pressure you either. That's a lie, he thought, I want to know if she does remember what happened, does she regret it? Does she like me too? Even though I am not what she deserves… the words her father said yesterday, rolling through his head over and over. He wasn’t wrong and I kind of hate it.
YN knows what happened and does not know what to do. As she grabs some toast and jam, she considers her breakfast mate. Does she say something? Does she ignore it and live on with her love for him hidden in the shadows? They are sitting face to face, very close to each other and yet he seems miles away. Finally, she bites the bullet, “Shoyo, are you awkward because of the kiss?”
She saw him freeze and felt anxiety spark up all over herself. She was drunk, and emotional and he looked so good, but she never asked him for permission and that sits very wrong in her stomach. Her father had always taught her that when it concerned a person's feelings or body to always ask for permission. Oh god, what have I done.
‘Er, yes and no.” He awkwardly rubs the back of his neck, when he looks up to see you pale as a ghost, he feels anxiety take over his heart. “No-not in a bad way! I-” he huffs trying to get the words out, “I liked it and I think that's the problem.”
“Huh?”
“I liked the kiss and I like you very, very much, princess.”
“Then why-” “I’m not good enough for you.”
It’s dead silent all of a sudden. You want to punch him in the face and then kiss it all better. ‘Not good enough for you’? My ass! Hinata Shoyo was one of the nicest, purest, most passionate person in the world! She wanted to spend loads of money on him before he admitted his feelings, she still wants to! He deserves so much more and here he is, saying he isn’t enough.
“Why would you say that? Have you not realized how much I fucking love and adore you, you goddamned orange pumpkin man!? I LOVE YOU!” She gets up and moves towards him, gesturing everywhere, “I want to give you everything because you should have it! You give me so much emotionally and I- I,” as she starts to kneel, Hinata gets up and makes her sit where he once was.
“I didn’t know that you love me… but now I do… but YN, what about how I feel?” He kneels down before her, “Everyone thinks I don’t realize that you are practically my sugar mommy, but I do. I know it and I accept it, most of the time, because I feel like that's your way of expressing affection. Like I do the same but with volleyball n’ stuff?” He chuckles and looks straight into your eyes, “I care so much about you, but I’m not even half the man that you deserve, princess. I know that if we become an item, I'm just going to hurt you.”
You stare into his eyes, because you don’t believe his words. Thing is, his eyes are saying the same thing his mouth said. There is love and pain and regret? Hold up, “Are you saying this because you’re going to Brazil next year?”
“...yes.”
“Oh my god, okay, Shoyo. I understand, well I actually don’t understand your current feelings, but I accept the fact that we,” gesturing between the two of you, “have feelings for each other or else we wouldn’t have kissed.”
He sighs, “Ynnie…”
“I am in love with you, Hinata Shoyo.” You hold his gaze, “I think I might have fallen in love with you last year, during nationals, because since then I can’t get you out of my mind. Pumpkin, I don’t need you to be a ‘big guy’ or ‘the manliest man ever’ “ he snorts, “ because you are my reliable guy, my dose of daily dopamine and serotonin, my sunshine. I can live without you, Shoyo, I am well aware of it. I just don’t want to, I want to be with you. However you’ll take me. wherever, whenever.”
“I’m not in love with you, though” you felt your heart drop, break and explode to nothing, “I do like you. I want to be with you, but I can’t. I don’t want you to get the wrong idea, ok? I-...I- ”
“I’m a big girl, Shoyo. I can take care of myself and my feelings.”
“Doesn’t make me feel less awful hurting you.”
Hinata takes her hands, after a minute of silence you say, “How about we meet in the middle then?”
He looks up at you confused, “Huh?”
“Yeah. You and I, we won’t be an item. We won’t be together, but we WILL. We let this flow and take it as it goes.”
“Like... friends with benefits?” He blushes, making you laugh.
“No, like I’m your sugar mommy, you're my arm candy and I splurge my money on you to cover up for whatever we want to do but won’t allow ourselves to do it until we are ready.”
He stares, “So like what you’re doing now? The hell is that better!? What am I supposed to do? What do I give?! I’m not rich, yn. I can’t splurge on anything except myself...”
“You grow without any worries, Shoyo. You serve as my eye candy and let me love you.”
He groans, “No, YN. Just no, if you want to do that fine, but I also need to contribute or else I AM going to feel like the worst man ever.” I’d go to your father personally to execute me if that ever happens…
She tuts, “Fine, I want a full-blown out love confession once you realize that you love me.”
Silence.
He snorts out a laugh, placing his head on your lap, “You’re crazy, miss.princess.”
Yeah, crazy for you.
“Do we have a deal?”
“...Deal.”
“Good, now, since we already ate breakfast and you aren’t going back to Miyagi until next week, and the boys are dead... again, how about you help me out with something?”
He stands and pulls you up, “Okay, what do you need?”
“I got a lot of clothes, merch and stuff from our sponsors that I need to try on and decide which one we want to collab with this quarter,” you flutter your eyelashes at him, “I need you to tell me if it looks good or not. Also, take pictures of it.”
“Sure.”
Hinata Shoyo has decided that when it's about LN YN, he will never be prepared.
He has been sitting for the last three hours watching her wear short skirts and shorts, crop tops, yoga pants, sports bras… he thinks this might be her way of torturing him for not wanting to be her boyfriend, yet.
It is.
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facts:
⇾ YN saved the kissing picture as her screensaver on everything. Daddy LN is not impressed. Just jealous. Hinata printed it out and has it inside his wallet uwu
⇾ YN and Kenma are going to the same University that Kuroo attends. While he is excited, his kouhai are not. He hates these little shits. no he doesn’t
⇾ Kodzuken channel skyrocketed one day all thanks to YN promoting his youtube channel.. he won’t admit it but he is grateful. P.S Kenma did get a Nike ad ♥
⇾ Kenma doesn’t know it yet, but YN is going to give Kenma her first paycheck to help him develop Bouncing Ball Co.
⇾ Fukunaga doesn’t know it yet, but YN wrote an extensive letter to his University about how great he is and got him a scholarship.
⇾ Yamamoto doesn’t know it yet, but YN submitted his volleyball games and practice games to Kaganawa VBC league.
⇾ They’ll find out soon though.
A/N: ... To everyone that thought I was gonna do a full blown angst chapter, jokes on you, I can’t write angst for shit. For future reference, just call me out on it, ok? also next chp is a big timeskip! so... be prepared for that and full disclosure, on part ii we start with the smutty parts ♥ again, i will make cuts on the chapters in case you don’t want to read it!
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Don’t Forget Me
Art in banner done by me.
College Life / Mermaid / Kimi no Na wa (Your Name) inspired AU
It’s all nothing but a dream. A series of dreams that are all too real. That’s all it is. Your soul - or whatever it was - couldn’t possibly be swapping places with a Merman. One, mermaids aren’t real. Two, that’s not even possible! Is it?
Mermaid!Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Human Reader
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Genre: Romance / Angst Story
Rating: Explicit | Adult Themes, Interspecies Sex (merman / human), Masturbation, Alcohol, Animal death / hunting (whales, fish, sharks, etc), Cursing, Descriptions of Injuries and Blood
A/N: This is my part for the @bnhabookclub weekly collab event Just Add Water for MerMay! I know there isn’t much going on in this, but it’s just the first chapter to a new multichapter fic. Per the rules of the collab, I used the prompt “That’s just an urban legend”. I’m excited, because I’ve wanted to do a Mer!Bakugou x reader for a LONG time and could never think of anything. But when this theme was announced, I was watching Kimi no Na wa and immediately had this idea. So, full disclosure, the theme of switching bodies in their sleep / forgetting each other is inspired by that movie, but that is all that I take away from it.
Prologue: Stone
Chapter Rating: Teen | Cursing
Words: 1,855
You were doing it again.
How many times had you caught yourself staring at the delicate necklace in your hands? More than you could probably count on all your fingers and toes, and you were sure that number had nearly doubled just in the last week. You really weren’t sure why you were drawn to it so intensely, nor why it gave you such a deep sense of loss and loneliness.
Where had you gotten it from?
You couldn’t remember. In truth, you couldn’t remember getting it at all. As far as you could recollect, it had been around your neck when you woke up one morning, about two months ago. Since then, you refused to go a day without it, even if it didn’t necessarily match your outfit or any particular occasion. You felt so lost without it around your neck, like a part of you was away, off in some distant land or deep within the sea.
Why did you think that?
Of all things, why would you assume that this missing part of you was in the ocean? Was it because of the necklace? Probably. The silver clam shaped pendant that rested in your palm was most likely the culprit to make you think of the sea. But that particular piece of the jewelry wasn’t what kept you so entranced. Set in the middle was a small, perfectly round stone, and its brilliance is what you couldn’t help but stare into. To anyone else, it would just appear to be a small marble, with brilliant deep indigo, swirling turquoise and hints of radiant purples. There were sparkles of twinkling white, like light reflecting off a water's surface, and if you gazed into it long enough, you could have sworn that the colors were mixing and twisting, as if there truly was water inside the stone.
It was so beautiful. Had someone given it to you? Whoever did must have cared about you so deeply to give you something so special. You had asked all your friends and family if they knew anything about how you got it, but no one knew anything. You received some weird looks and uncomfortable responses when you tried to ask them, but that didn’t bother you much, not when you had been dealing with people finding you strange for almost half a year now, anyway.
Why did they find you weird again? You couldn’t remember.
All you knew was that it had to do with this necklace. You had tried to find out what it was made of to try and get any hints on where it may have come from, but each jewelry store or stone expert you took it to, they all had the same response. They just didn’t know. Many offered to buy it from you at varying prices, their interest peaked and their hopes of being the first person to discover a new stone pushing them forward. But you resisted, as just even letting it out of your hands so they could look at it enough to make you nearly burst into tears. You couldn’t let it go and you wouldn’t, either. Not ever. Not for anything.
Because it was precious. It was the only thing that you had that could help to calm this nearly unending sense of longing.
But what was it you were longing for?
Or who?
Why did that always pop up in your mind? There were so many pieces of scattered thoughts that you just couldn’t put together. A person. The sea. Feeling like a piece of you was missing. You wanted these feelings to end, but you knew that they wouldn’t, not until you found what you were searching for.
With a frustrated sigh, you put the necklace back on around your neck, clasping it in place with skilled fingers. Standing from your bed, you shuffled your way towards your desk, lightly running your fingers down along the slender metal chain. Your mind was still in a hazy grip of sleep, barely registering that the electronic clock mostly hidden by books and other stationary read 5:49 AM, though that didn’t really matter. Your mind was racing with the overbearing thoughts, and as you sat down in your squeaky office chair, you were already near breaking out into tears.
The necklace wasn’t the only clue you had. Scattered among the desk were notebooks and papers, though you had refused to touch them for the last few weeks. At first, you had meticulously looked over every page and every written note, trying to do everything you could to learn about who this person was that you were missing. But now they sat on your desk, abandoned in defeat. There were many things in the notes that didn’t make sense to you now, though according to what you had written, you had understood it all at one point.
What you had written.
That was what was the most odd. There were two very distinct handwritings within the notebooks and scribbled on the scrap pieces of paper or sticky notes. Yours was so proper and easy to read, clean and steady. The other was rough with some of the characters almost completely illegible, requiring you to assume what the person writing must have been trying to say. Large and scratchy, it almost resembled the handwriting of a child or what you assume would be someone new to writing on paper. The phrases. The choice of words. All of it was completely different from yours.
It had been another person. Someone sat in your chair, in your room, and wrote these messages to you. At first, you thought that it just had to be a prank. One of your friends was fucking with you. That was the only realistic solution. But none of them talked this way, and if you were honest, they weren’t exactly clever enough to pull off such a big ordeal over months and months.
The way they talked… It was so strange. You just couldn’t wrap your head around it, and if you were honest, you thought that they must have been a little crazy. Yet, you weren’t all that rattled in most of your responses, like you knew what they had been saying to be the truth.
The conversations were so… natural. In fact, most of it was like a diary, with the scratchy handwriting cataloging what had happened that day, how they felt about it, and what they had done.
This school shit that you humans do is so stupid and pointless. Who the fuck needs to know about… what is it called? Calculus? You’re never going to use that shit, I’m not bothering with keeping up with it, fuck that. You always catch up on your own anyway. That bitch Midoriya or whatever gave you some fucking flowers today. I thought about stomping on them and telling him to fuck off, but I just took them and left. You need to tell that prick you’re not into him or this shit will never stop. Also, the way you humans handle courtship is fucked. I didn’t do shit today otherwise. Just stayed in the room. I did find your sketchbook though. You’re getting better, but you still can’t remember us for shit.
Pulling your eyes up from the paper, they immediately landed on the mentioned sketchbook, which was tucked up beneath some schoolbooks. Carefully, you pulled it out, setting it down on the pile of papers to thumb through it.
It had been so long since you had even opened this thing. The feeling of the coarse paper beneath your fingertips brought a small smile to your face, as did seeing all your old sketches and doodles. Though, the smile faded as you reached near the middle of the sketchbook, your eyes tearing up immediately at the contents of the page. The page was completely covered in drawings of what looked to be mermaids, or mermen, to be more accurate. They were mostly faceless and unidentifiable, the sketches geared more towards poses and anatomy. The only thing mostly consistent was the tail. It seemed to be the same over all the drawings, with matching fins and scribbled patterns.
“Mermaids… I’ve never cared to draw them before, why did I…?”
After another turn of the page, you were met with similar things, only this time they had heads and hair, jewelry, pieces of clothing, and even weapons. Only one of the sketches resembled the previous drawings, and his particular features called to you. The feeling of recognition and longing grew fiercer with another turn of the page, which was all nothing but sketches of that particular merman’s head with varying expressions and positions. He was particularly attractive, with slanted piercing eyes and a mass of fluffy spiked hair on his head. He had fin-like ears that were mostly drooped, but flared out on the drawings with a more intense expression, where his mouth was open in a yell or intense fanged snarl.
A small gasp left your lips as a drop of liquid suddenly landed onto the paper, pulling you out of your daze. Crying? Why were you crying? Why did your heart feel like it was about to be ripped from your chest? It wasn’t possible for this to be the man that you had been longing for. You had drawn him as a mermaid! They weren’t real, and there was no way that was possible. He couldn’t even get into your room, let alone sit in your chair and write you letters.
“I’m so ridiculous…” You whispered quietly to yourself, wiping the tears from your flushed cheeks. Had you been blushing? You didn’t even notice. “Mermaids… That’s just an urban legend. A myth. I must have just been in a phase… Maybe I saw a movie or an anime with them, and I got super invested? But then… they’re so…”
Page after page, more sketches followed, some making you giggle while others made your chest ache so badly you thought you would pass out. But then, there was something scribbled onto a page that made your entire body grow cold, stomach twisting into such a tight knot you were sure that you’d vomit.
Save me.
“Save… Save you?” You choked out into the silent room with a trembling voice, more tears cascading down your cheeks as you reached up to grip the pendant around your neck tightly. It was in the familiar scratchy handwriting, though it was more frantic and messy than you had ever seen. Hiccupping, you brought the pendant up to your lips, pressing the stone against them as you struggled to calm yourself.
Save you from what? What the hell happened? Did I save you? Why the hell can’t I remember!
It was then that you felt an odd pulsing against your lips, and as you pulled away in shock, your teary gaze was locked onto the pendant in your hands, which was pulsing slowly with a pale green glow. And with it came a thought, like a soft voice whispering in your ear that you couldn’t ignore.
He’s calling to me…
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☆ pairing: nicky x mc
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☆ tags: @serafinedupont ; @ariendiel ; @venueska ; @bellarxse ; @lasswithumor ; @lucas-koh ; @violinet ; @messofakind
☆ author’s note: ok full disclosure i stopped playing like day 3 of season 3 so i’m purely going off of screenshots i’ve seen of nicky. he’s seriously my favorite and i want him so bad!!! ok anyways here’s a one-shot of nicky and my mc, danielle/dani realizing their feelings for each other ! here it is on ao3 ! comments, kudos, and feedback of any kind is much appreciated !! [this is not my favorite thing i’ve ever written but i could not get this idea out of my head]
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She nudged her way through the crowd, the edge of her dress fisted in her trembling hand, heading towards any exit door she could find. Huge crowds were never her thing, and it never got easier, even after the season ended.
She pushed out onto the balcony, revelling in the crisp, fresh air, breathing so deeply until her chest loosened up a bit.
The edge of the balcony looked out onto the huge lawn, precisely cut and bright as synthetic, store bought grass. Fake looking and expensive, just like half of the patrons at the gala.
She was rubbing elbows with the elite and she hated it. A lot. Humble beginnings to being a sellout.
Valets in steam pressed uniforms maneuvered the expensive luxury vehicles throughout the long, winding driveway, not a single person who made below six figures in sight.
She gripped the cold marble until her hands stung, trying to focus on anything other than her panicked pulse to slow it down. She was never gonna get used to this life, no matter how many high profile events she was invited to.
“Hey, Dani,” a melodic voice called from behind her.
“Oh, Nicky, hey,” she threw him a soft smile, hoping he didn’t hear the way her breath hitched in her throat at her nickname.
“Needed a breather, too?” He slid the glass door behind him, closing it with a click, before coming to join her at the railing.
“Yeah, I just… couldn’t handle the crowd anymore,” she shrugged, taking a shaky breath.
He knew how badly crowds freaked her out. Being on a t.v. show that hinged on hidden cameras and an intimate cast, she never gave off the appearance that she would’ve reacted this way.
But the night of the finale, she found herself hiding in the corner of the Villa bathroom out of the ways of the cameras, trying desperately to catch her breath. Camilo hadn’t come to check on her, like she’d hoped. First person to knock on the door and ask how she was doing was Nicky.
He gently removed their mics, and spoke to her with such kindness and understanding that she couldn’t help but fall for him more than she already had.
God, Camilo was a great partner in the Villa. He was hot, incredibly suave, and practically worshipped the ground she walked on. But it turned out to be exactly what she was afraid of.
All passion, no substance.
It wasn’t a messy break up, but she wouldn’t count on him trying for more than the basic “How are you?” type of filler conversations with her if they ran into each other on the street.
Which they just so happened to do, since the charity gala insisted on trying to get any single islanders to offer up a date in exchange for a hefty donation.
“Sorry about that. I know this isn’t your kind of scene,” he said, leaning his arm against the railing, crossing his legs at the ankles. His body faced her, but he turned his head, surveying the lawn.
Danielle couldn’t help but stare at his defined features, the short, neat stubble parallel to his jawline, full lips pursed in a thoughtful pout.
He looked back at her, brows furrowed, concern knitted between them. “Are you okay with the auction?”
She shrugged. “Yeah, I guess so. The amount of old men here is disconcerting. I don’t know what the hell I’m gonna do if I get bid on by a really ugly guy –”
Nicky cut her off, laughing heartily, the bass of his voice reverberating off of the marble. “Damn, you really don’t wanna be here.”
“What, and you do?” She giggled, his laugh infectious. It was one of her favorite sounds.
He shrugged. “Not really. I was kind of hoping I could auction off a chance to play at somebody’s wedding or something.”
“Yeah, they see a handsome face–” she motioned up and down his body, “–before they see everything else.”
“You say that like you aren’t a catch, too, Dani,” he grinned. She rolled her eyes, trying to be nonchalant when she was freaking out inwardly.
“So does that mean Elladine is okay with you being here?” She asked hesitantly. She knew that they’d reunited after she walked out of the Villa, and from what the tabloids said, they were happy.
He winced, taking a deep breath. “Uh, yeah we broke up a little while ago. We just realized we were better off as friends.”
“She did, or you did?” He couldn’t lie to her – they knew each other too well for that. By the way he fidgeted, she knew she’d hit a nerve.
“You got me. I did. I still love her, don’t get me wrong. It just ended up feeling more like a partnership than a relationship you know?” He shrugged, trying to mask the unsurety in his voice.
“You realized maybe it was better when there were other people around?”
He glanced away, rolling his lips together. “...Yeah.”
She nodded, taking another deep breath, her pulse picking up speed.
Danielle had developed a huge crush on Nicky early on, but he and Elladine had gotten along so well that she just settled for being best friends. From the moment he compared her to his sister, she set her sights elsewhere.
But sometimes Nicky’s lingering looks gave her mixed signals. She never completely gave up hope, but the chances of them coupling up was next to none.
“So… I saw you and Camilo are done. You doing okay? Sorry I didn’t reach out to you sooner –”
“No, it’s okay. Life happens. I don’t blame you at all,” she said, with a sense of finality.
“Dani… how are you holding up? Really?”
He could see right through her, just like she could with him.
She blew out air, her lips flapping together. “It’s weird. I haven’t really seen him since our break up. I mean, not privately at least, you know? He texted me on my birthday, and it was cordial, but it’s still weird.”
“Did you talk to him tonight?”
“I waved, but nothing more than that. I don’t feel like having an obviously fake and super awkward conversation in front of the press,” she shrugged.
“Uh, well he asked for you a little while ago.”
“When?” Her eyebrows shot up, and she pushed away from the railing.
“Yeah, I have a suspicion that he’s here with somebody else,” he said softly, like he was trying to break the news to her without hurting her feelings..
Her eyes widened. “I’m – I don’t –”
“It’ll be okay. Camilo’s friendly enough. I don’t think he’d cause a scene,” Nicky shook his head sympathetically. “Stay next to me. I’ll keep you preoccupied.”
“It’s not that, I just. I don’t… know what to say. Especially in front of everybody like that. I know people will zero in on us and fixate on how we talk to each other and interact,” she shook her head, gripping the railing again.
“God, especially if he’s introducing me to his new girlfriend or whatever. If I raise my eyebrows at the wrong time, they’re gonna think I’m upset –”
“Or if you scrunch your nose up like you always do,” he added.
She stared at him, mouth parted. “Hey, I know you’re not talking, Mister Grimace.”
“Mister Grimace? What the hell are you talking about?”
“You grimace when you hate something, dummy,” she laughed. “Did you really not know you did that?”
He cocked his head to the side. “Most people make faces when they hate something, Dani.”
“Not like you, they don’t!” She shook her head, still grinning. “You couldn’t pretend to like something if your life depended on it.”
He grimaced. That set her off even more, her soft laugh growing into a full blown cackle.
“You just proved my point, dumbass,” she said between gasps of breath, pointing at his crinkled nose, full lips raised into the exact face she’d been poking at him for.
“Hey, who’re you calling a dumbass? The ‘D’ in dumbass stands for Dani, if we’re being real,” he joked, his distasteful expression melting into one of adoration as he watched her laugh at his expense.
“Shut up,” she said, thrusting her arm out to playfully push him. He captured her hand underneath his own, his warm palm rough against her soft skin.
Normally, it would’ve been a light hearted gesture, because they joked with each other all the time in the villa, but in that moment, with no islanders, no cameras, no audience – those feelings they tried so desperately to repress were bubbling to the surface.
Nicky’s eyes flitted to her lips, parted in surprise at his hand covering her own. Her eyes flitted down his chest, fixating on the white button up beneath his blazer that hugged his toned chest just right.
He found his own gaze wandering down her body, the floor length dress accentuating places he normally never found himself looking at.
God, he had a full view of her near naked body every day for weeks and never thought twice about it, but now, seeing her in an elegant gown that was snug around the places that used to be exposed, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her.
She knew she looked good, because the hair, makeup, and wardrobe people wouldn’t leave her alone until she was picture perfect. She wasn’t used to being under that kind of individual microscope, seeking the approval of rich people, like she was supposed to be one of them.
Danielle felt so out of place the entire night – until the moment Nicky stepped outside to comfort her.
“Nicky…” she breathed, the charged air between them sending an electric buzz through her limbs.
“Yeah?” he whispered, eyes half lidded, yet focused on her like she was the only person in the world.
She opened her mouth to say something, but shut it, instead glancing around the balcony and the large glass doors and windows that riddled their side of the mansion.
“Let’s get out of here,” she chewed the inside of her lip, watching his every move, hoping – praying – that he wasn’t going to reject her.
“How?”
God, she could feel the secondhand embarrassment coming on, and she glanced away from his lips, trying to come up with an excuse to explain what came over her. Her cheeks warmed, and she was thankful for the thick foundation that neutralized her blush.
“Forget it,” she said, tugging away from him.
“I didn’t say no,” he murmured, firmly holding her hand in place. “I asked ‘how?’ Do we have a plan?”
She blinked, trying to process his words.
After all those months of pretending like she’d been rid of her feelings, he’d just affirmed that he wanted her just like she wanted him.
“You’re serious?”
He nodded. “Very.”
Minutes later, after devising a quick plan to slip out the back, they were sprinting across the dewy lawn, breathless but free, sliding into the limo as soon as the driver opened the door for them.
They panted, smiles wide and skin glistening. As she watched a bead of sweat slip down his temple, the atmosphere changed, dripping with the sexual tension they never acknowledged.
Nicky was thankful the driver had already rolled the divider up, because as soon as his foot was on the gas, they were sliding closer to each other, folding under the pressure.
God, it was like the logical and emotional sides of his brain that’d been playing tug of war for so long finally snapped the rope, and everything he pretended not to notice flooded out.
There were so many things about her that he paid attention to that he figured was because they were close friends. He cursed himself for being such an idiot, because there’s no way he should’ve thought about her lips, the dimple on her left cheek, the curls that framed her face perfectly, the curve at the small of her back… a “friend” would’ve never thought about how gorgeous she was every single day.
He never betrayed Elladine, because he really did love her – but he mixed his feelings for both Elladine and Dani up. What he felt for Elladine was friendly love, like a family member or a best friend. The gravitational pull he had towards Dani should’ve never been mistaken for just friendship.
He had been falling for her day by day, but chalking it up to finding his life long best friend.
And as he searched her eyes, hand cupping her cheek, he knew he’d lucked out. He’d found both things in Dani: a partner and a best friend.
He spent weeks in a villa full of eligible women, but he demoted her before he could give her a true chance. He kicked himself in the ass for not realizing it sooner.
So when his lips met Dani’s for the first time, everything clicked into place.
They’d deal with the backlash of leaving the charity gala early. They’d deal with the press swarming them asking why he’d insisted on their friendship from the beginning. They’d deal with the onslaught of texts from the other islanders teasing them about finally getting together. They’d even deal with Elladine and Camilo later.
But in that moment, neither of them cared, focusing on the sweet bliss that was their first kiss.
And when he pulled back to see how she was feeling, he was met with the same serene expression he knew was on his own features – they were finally on the same page.
#litg#litg s3#litg season 3#litg nicky#nicky horne#litg fanfic#my fic#if u dont feel like reblogging/liking i'd appreciate a kudos !! <3
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My Opinions on PJO (and the entire Riordanverse)
Okay so this is going to be a really messy post, but I think I just want to put my two cents out there on just everything, not really explaining why, but just listing my stances. I’ve gotten a few questions about it on FF especially, asking why I don’t include certain characters a lot, or why I don’t like this, or what do I think of that, etc, etc, so here’s basically a loose summary of my opinions on all that ish. Buckle up, ig, bc this might be harsh.
Just a few weeks ago, I got a question asking why I rarely write Leo into my stories. I just said it’s because he never fits in the plot. That was partially honest, but not the whole thing.
Full disclosure? I hate him. I hate his characterization, I hate his development (*cough* or lack thereof *cough*), I hate that he’s Rick’s idea of a sensitive male character, and I think the only people who really like him are kids who just don’t know any better which is not their fault. Actually, I think that’s the case for a lot of Rick’s flaws. His younger, easily impressionable demographic misses it all, and it’s depressing to think that they’re being raised with the understanding that all of this is okay. (I hope they find their way to Tumblr eventually and educate themselves).
I dislike HoO Annabeth especially, and I only like her in people’s fanfics or in bits of PJO.
I despise Rick’s idea of POC characters, especially Piper, and I say that as a POC person. (It makes me even more mad because as a successful author, he had the resources to hire consultants on all his POC character depictions. I don’t think his racist portrayals are purposeful, but rather a direct result of ignorance. But ignorance should be held accountable as well). The only POC person who’s okay is Beckendorf, and that’s probably because Rick never talked about him too much, giving him zero opportunities to fuck him up. I won’t say much about Frank or Hazel for the same reason as Beckendorf: they barely exist. There are def a bunch of poor portrayal moments for both of them, though. (In fact, none of the OG HoO characters got much development at all, and I feel like I don’t even know them, but that’s a separate rant.)
I only like Solangelo because of the fandom, but the canon version is trash. It was a last minute resort to give Nico a romantic interest because he couldn’t come up with a better idea, and it has no development whatsoever. The only reason he probably made them a bigger part of his universe and spin-off books is because he saw how much the fandom loved having representation and he fed off it. Shameful.
Speaking of feeding off fan reactions, Jason’s death in TBM was a cheap money-grab. Most of Rick’s recent books are straight fanservice (like for Solangelo), and when Rick saw that his sales were falling as HoO progressed, he decided to reel back in his original readers by killing off Jason.
Calypso was basically an object and a prize for Leo, so thx for that. Over half of his female characters are Strong Women™ which is a fucking knife to the gut. (And the ones who aren’t are portrayed like villains. Big whoop).
In Kane Chronicles, Carter is portrayed as more useless than Sadie despite knowing more about the mythology and growing up with their father. (Oh, and he’s expressed multiple times as being darker skinned than Sadie. Coincidence? Perhaps.)
In Magnus Chase, the Norse Gods are fucking jokes. At least in PJO, the monsters were fearful, and only the giants were stupid. (Notice I did not say the same for HoO). You’re seriously going to tell me Thor’s just a stupid asshole? Really? Really? At least pretend the stakes exist.
I think that’s about it off the top of my head. Man, that’s like a weight off my chest.
Finally, I just want to say that I understand it’s a children’s series, and I understand it was a decent effort to start being progressive for its time, but tbh, I’m sick of people pretending children’s books are exempt from criticism.
If they’re intended for younger audiences, shouldn’t we actually hold them to higher standards? Wouldn’t we want the best of the best for our youth? This is part of the reason I encourage criticism on my fanfics, and when my book comes out, I want y’all to criticize that shit. If I fuck up a POC character, call me tf out for it. If my representation of a certain group isn’t good enough, fucking call me out. In the second book esp., there are going to be quite a few POC characters (there only 3 in bk 1 as of now; there’s more LGBTQ+ though lol), and I’m trying my best to do a lot of research, but I also fully admit that I am capable of messing up.
I’m not saying Rick did a bad thing by trying to be inclusive, but I am saying he started to get lazy with his research (if he even researched at all), and it shows. I’m not saying to cancel him like JK bc I think he has the potential to grow if he chooses to do so, but I think it’s time we take him down from this pedestal and stop pretending he can do no wrong and acknowledge that there are things that aren’t right about his books as well.
I am saying complacency will kill this nation if we don’t get a mf grip. We can only improve as a society by holding ourselves and each other accountable. If you want me to expand on any of these criticisms, hmu, and I’m happy to explain.
I think I will be writing a post on my female criticism really soon bc I see a lot of posts about the racism recently (which is equally as important, and those threads are well-written and incredible) but not so much about the other things. I think I’ll write one on the female one, the Solangelo one, and the Jason one, and maybe the Magnus Chase one, because I’ve had a lot on my mind about all of those recently.
#rr crit#piper mclean#leo valdez#annabeth chase#percy jackson#frank zhang#hazel levesque#jason grace#solangelo#hoo#pjo#mcga#jk rowling#rick riordan#lgbtq#poc#kane chronicles#heroes of olympus#Percy Jackson and the Olympians#magnus chase and the gods of asgard#charles beckendorf#opinion
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Awkward story time
I dated a guy back in college when we were 16, we were joined at the hip, if we weren't together we were on the phone to each other, it was like an epic fairytale love (🤦🏻♀️) in our story our parents and extended family were the villains, they didn't want us together.
We went out for about 8 months and spent 2 weeks house sitting at the end of the relationship, (we were getting so much shit from our families that we made the decision to part ways) those 2 weeks house sitting we were in our own little bubble, our own private world where we could just be together... (❤❤❤)
We ended our time together with a kiss and a hug, saying I love you and him saying that Chris Brown's With you song would always be our song.
Anyways, time jump to Tuesday, I'm out shopping with my aunts, cousin and his wife when I hear a laugh that I haven't heard for 15 years, I turned around and came face to face with him. (He was shopping with his baby mama - this is important)
We hugged and spoke for a bit, y'know simple things like "how are you?" "What you been up to?" "It's good to see you" stuff like that, but suddenly I felt like I was 16 again and I realised that I still had those feelings.
Time jump to early hours Wednesday morning, I've been tossing and turning for hours replaying speaking to him, thinking about the past, when I got a message from him.
It started off simple just, "It was great seeing you today"
I replied that it was great seeing him too, then he messaged and asked if I was seeing anyone (full disclosure I haven't been in a relationship since him, but have had some friends with benefits things) I told him no and that I'm not really interested in that stuff and he shouldn't be asking cos he's got a girlfriend and kids, he replied with "tell me you still want me and she's gone!"
I know I said I still feel things for him, but I'm not the type of person to fuck around in other peoples relationships/lives.
I told him our relationship was half a lifetime ago and I don't play games like that, told him I could be his friend but nothing more.
The next message that came through simply said, "But I still love you."
Again I feel 16, but the logical part of my brain is shouting 'HOW CAN YOU STILL LOVE SOMEONE YOU HAVEN'T SEEN FOR 15 YEARS!'
I told him he WAS an important part of my life and I'll hold those memories dear forever, but he has a family and that while it felt like we picked up where we left off the day before, we don't actually know each other anymore.
We should look to the future and not into the past, I told him it probably wasn't a good idea to message anymore and I said goodbye to him for the second time in my damn life.
He's been messaging me since then but I haven't replied anymore, I will not break up a family, thats just not me.
I remember he once said we were soulmates, destined to be together no matter what.
At the time I just thought it was cos he wanted to get me in bed 🤣
But what if it was true? He was my everything, he said I was his...
Maybe in another life ayy...
#personal#a glimpse into mantha's life#an epic love story#fairytale with an unhappy ending#they didn't live happily ever after
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The Amends Consideration
A/N: @ailurophilia72 if you ask, you shall receive.
This one is a heavy one, I'm not going to lie. Saw this prompt on tumblr and it got my brain going I just couldn't get it out of my head. Death has reared its ugly head in my life again and that kind of fueled a lot of this story. I am in a lot of pain right now and I needed it out. This story was the product.
I know in Young Sheldon, George is portrayed a lot differently than what is let on in Big Bang. I tried to go for the way he was described in BBT, a darker version definitely compared to what we see in YS. Just for full disclosure.
Prompt: Sheldon gets sad when he realizes his dad will never get to meet his child
Sheldon didn't know what to think as he pulled his mother's unexpected package out of the mailbox. Mary hadn't mentioned anything about sending him something, so the contents of the small box in his hand was a mystery.
He sorted through the rest of the mail on the elevator ride back up to his and Amy's shared apartment. Bills, adds, a couple of congratulations cards for the upcoming birth of their son. But nothing interested him more than the nondescript box he cradled under his arm.
As the elevator doors dinged open, Sheldon paid no mind to the obvious chatter coming from 4A. Penny and Bernadette had teamed up to throw Amy a baby shower, which his wife wanted but never had time to plan. With her two friends already being mothers themselves, they decided it would be easier to take the responsibility into their own hands. Of course, that meant Amy would probably be gone most of the day, knowing how those ladies like to chat. Sheldon didn't mind though, he never cared if he was on his own.
He had planned on getting some work done that he had neglected during the week. No day like Saturday to get things done, after all. However, the second he stepped back into his apartment, he threw everything from the mailbox except his mother's package onto the kitchen counter.
Sitting down on the teal couch, Sheldon inspected the parcel on the coffee table in front of him. "Alright, let's find out what you are," Sheldon whispered to no one, taking out his tiny pocket knife and carefully cutting the tape. The box opened from the side, so he spilled the contents out before him. There was a loud clunk as something heavy, and plastic hit the table. A couple other things fell out with it, one of which was a note from his mother.
Shelly,
Found this while cleaning out the garage. Figured it was something you should have. Forgive me for watching it without you, but I needed to know what was on the tape.
Please watch it, baby. He would have wanted you to see it.
Love, Mom
Sheldon set the note back down on the table and picked up the item that had caused the most ruckus on its way out of the box. A VHS tape. Probably the last thing Sheldon expected his mother to send. Upon further inspection, Sheldon found his father's handwriting scrawled across the label.
Make Amends – For Sheldon
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Sheldon sighed heavily. A part of him didn't even want to give this tape the time of day. His father had been dead a long time; there was no need to dig up dirt from twenty-six years ago. But his curiosity couldn't help but wonder what his father could possibly have said to him on this tape.
According to her note, Mary had watched it already. Should he just call her and just have her tell him what was on it?
No. Sheldon was mature enough to watch this recording without calling his Mommy for assistance.
He moved quickly around the small living space and in front of the television. After the "football game tape over" incident last year, Sheldon invested in a used VHS player. Amy had teased him about it for weeks, but he couldn't possibly tell her the real reason he got it. Not to watch old movies from his childhood, which he did so Amy couldn't call his bluff, but to listen to his father's voice again when he started to forget what it sounded like.
With a few expert moves, Sheldon had the video playing in no time. Cradling the remote in his hands, back on the couch now, he leaned forward with rapt attention.
George Cooper was already in view, adjusting the camera on whatever he had it perched on. Which, according to the date, also on the label, was in 1994.
It was only a couple of seconds before his father had settled into the chair of his old office at Sheldon's old high school. From the looks of things, it seemed dark, like it was late in the evening. Unfortunately, he didn't have time to think about it too much because the dead man started talking. Literally.
"Hello, Sheldon," George sighed. "I don't know when this video is going to find you or how you're going to take it, but this needs to be said, Son. I have to say this to you. Especially to you."
His father paused for a moment as if to compose himself. The moisture in his eyes told Sheldon enough.
"I'm in a twelve-step program, Sheldon. For my drinkin'. And before you think of it, no, your mother is not forcing me into it. I am going on my own free will, but I am doing it for her. I love your mom, Sheldon, I know you probably don't believe that, but I do."
Another pause.
"Step nine of this program is to make amends with people I have harmed. And a part of me knows you will never fully forgive me, but of all the people I need to apologize to, you're at the top of the list, Sheldon. Not just because of what you have seen, or the things I have said to you drunk, but because of my shortcomings as a father."
"I always had this idea of what a man should be. The typical, all things masculine, into sports, rootin' for the Dallas Cowboy's kinda stuff. But you never did fit that role, did ya, son?"
Sheldon watched his father smile at his question. There wasn't malice in his eyes like he was angry, but instead, he seemed almost proud of him.
"Georgie was always the one who liked to go outside and play catch with me, and go fishin', and do all of the things 'typical boys like to do'. You never had an interest in any of that, and because of it, I never treated you as I should. As a father should. Unconditional love no matter what your child does or likes. I tried to change you at any chance I could get, and that wasn't fair to you. I should have embraced your intelligence. I should have bought you that science kit you wanted instead of that dirt bike. I should have been the father you deserved, Sheldon, because you did. You are amazing, son, and I am so insanely proud to be your father."
Sheldon wasn't expecting this. He didn't think his father was capable of saying such heartfelt words about him. His father could sing praises about Georgie's accomplishments all day long, few as they may have been. But even though Sheldon never heard George say he was proud while he was alive, hearing the words said over tape struck a chord within him.
Before the man on the screen could start talking again, Sheldon pressed pause. At the beginning of the video, he had expected George to discuss the unfortunate affair that Sheldon had unfortunately born witness to. After all, that was his most blatant faux pas. But his dad had dug deeper, past the surface, past the infidelity. He looked for the root problem of his relationship with his son. Sheldon's father was a man much like himself, never liked to outwardly display emotions often, but when he did, they were sincere. So, for the great George Cooper to open up like this, to a camera albeit, meant a great deal to him.
It had been a long time since Sheldon had thought of his dad the way he was at the moment. Like the man who raised him, who helped shape who he was today, and not the man who simply cheated on his mother. That was the title he had held in Sheldon's eyes for a long time. There had been a few cracks here and there. Like he and Amy's wedding or the night they watched the pep talk George gave the football team in the locker room. But those moments were fleeting. Gone as quickly as they came.
Perhaps it was because Sheldon had yet to hear the contents of this tape. The fact that he never made amends with his father before he died had forever tainted his perspective of him. Sheldon couldn't be sure.
All he knew was that he suddenly felt much more at peace in regards to his dad. But in place of Sheldon's bitterness and anger towards him was a tug of grief in his gut that he hadn't felt for years. The twisting knot of pain that permeated throughout his entire body.
His dad in the video, had said he was proud of him. Insanely proud of him. And yet, he didn't even live long enough to see half of his greatest accomplishments. He never got to see him with a Ph.D., win a Nobel, and countless other awards. He didn't get to meet Sheldon's friends, never got to meet Amy. His father's absence was felt heavily at their wedding.
And now, as Sheldon was on the cusp of becoming a father himself, he wouldn't get to meet his grandson.
Even from his seated position on the couch, Sheldon doubled over from the crippling feeling that came with that thought. Missy had expressed similar views when she gave birth to her first child, but Sheldon hadn't expected that feeling to be so intense. So utterly heartbreaking.
Sheldon wouldn't get to see both of his parents cradling his newborn. His son wouldn't be able to enjoy two grandfathers. Or learn football from his Texan Pop-Pop and be forced to root for the Cowboys no matter how bad their record was.
His son would never meet the formidable George Cooper.
The dry sob that escaped his mouth surprised him. But then came another one, and again, and again, until his face was no longer dry. Sheldon could hardly remember the last time he had cried like this over his father. He had done it once in the twenty-six almost twenty-seven years his father had been dead. The day he found out his father passed away when he was alone in his dorm room miles away from home. But he was fourteen then, barely able to understand the true concept of death. Sure, he knew the science behind it, but not the emotions. Not the grief.
Still, the tears he shed in his living room were not unlike those he had shed in his dorm room. Alone, vulnerable, miles away from Texas. But one key element was different; he now could fully understand the scope of what his father being gone meant. How it impacted the lives of his family. How it changed what his son's childhood would look like.
Sheldon was now beginning to dread the day he would have to explain to his son why he only had one grandfather while everyone else at school had two. Hopefully, Amy's dad lived long enough so he wouldn't have to explain to his kid why he had none.
With his elbows rested on his knees and his fingers interlaced behind his head, he let his body feel the emotion running through it. He didn't try to surpass it as he had for years. But that just made it all the more intense.
"Sheldon?"
His head snapped up at the sound of Amy's voice. His heavily pregnant wife stood in the open doorway to their apartment, staring at him with concern.
Amy glanced at the TV for a moment. "What's wrong?" She asked, slowly walking the short distance to the couch.
Sheldon frantically wiped at his face, trying to make himself look more presentable. As if that mattered to Amy. "This came in the mail today." He held up the empty box his mother sent. "Mom was cleaning out the garage when she found this tape of my dad. She wanted me to have it," his voice cracked with the last few words as he threw the cardboard back onto the table.
Amy, now sitting next to him, rubbed his back soothingly. "Well, what was on it?"
"It's nothing, just my Dad explaining he was in a twelve-step program, and he wanted to make amends with me."
"So, why the tears?"
His face scrunched up again. "I don't… it just… it just hit me that our son will never be able to meet him," he sobbed. Sheldon gestured with his hands and tried to speak, but the words caught in his throat. "I-I-I don't know that j-just hurt more than I-I expected it t-to," he eventually stuttered.
Amy sniffled beside him, which made Sheldon finally look back up at her. She gave him a sad smile as she continued to rub his hunched back. "What was on the video that made you realize that?"
"I thought he was going to apologize for the affair, the one I walked in on. Instead, it was for his mistakes as a father. How he never seemed as proud of me as he did with Georgie. I didn't think my dad was capable of digging below the surface, but he did. He found the true problem with our relationship, and he wanted to make up for it." Sheldon picked up the remote and rewound the tape a little. "I mean, I have never seen my father talk about me this way. Look."
He pressed play.
"I should have been the father you deserved, Sheldon, because you did. You are amazing, son, and I am so insanely proud to be your father."
The video stopped again.
"If he was proud of me then, how would he feel about me now? Just the fact that I found you… he would have been over the moon. I'm sure of it. But now we're about to have a son, and he won't be here for it? I just…" Sheldon trailed off, not knowing quite how to word what he was feeling.
But Amy nodded in understanding. "Above all else, you wish he were here for our son," she stated, not asked.
"Yes. Despite all of my father's faults, he did care about his family. He would've gone down protecting us, probably, if a heart attack hadn't claimed him first. In light of all of my professional accomplishments, this is what would have meant the most to him."
Sheldon glanced down at his wife's stomach, where their son was visibly wiggling around. He smiled fondly at the sight but swallowed thickly at the emotion that rose with it. In a few short weeks, he would be holding that baby, their families would be surrounding them. Rejoicing with them.
But George Cooper wouldn't be there.
Suddenly, Amy's hand was no longer on his back but on his knee. "Sheldon," she beckoned him to look at her. "There's nothing I could say that would make this any easier for you, but might I suggest something?"
He nodded.
She laid her free hand on her stomach. "What do you think about making the baby's middle name George?"
"What?" He gawked. "I thought you wanted it to be William. You know, for Darcy."
She stared at him long and hard for a moment and then patted his leg. "I did, but I already got Elliot; let me give you this one."
Sheldon shook his head. "No," he said firmly. "You're doing all the hard work; you should get to decide two of the names. Seeing as how you don't want to hyphenate his last name."
Amy grimaced suddenly and held a hand to her side, her face scrunched up in pain. And suddenly, Sheldon was on high alert. "What's wrong? Are you having contractions?"
"No." She waved her hand at him. "Just got kicked pretty hard, that's all." He opened his mouth to point out her hard work again but she stopped him. "Look, Sheldon, I am really not upset about our kids only being Coopers. Seriously. I want to do this for you. I want his middle name to be George."
"Are you one hundred percent sure? You don't just feel sorry for me because my dad is dead and you think this will cheer me up?"
It sounded stupid coming out of his own mouth. Sheldon could only imagine what it sounded like to Amy.
"Sweetheart," she endeared. "Our son's middle name should be special, not the name of a fictional character. We only decided on William because we couldn't think of anything else. Neither one of us suggested George for some reason. I have no emotional attachments to the name William, but I do to the name George. We both do."
Sheldon took her hand in his own. "You're sure about this?"
"Absolutely. Besides, don't you think Elliot George Cooper sounds better than Elliot William Cooper?"
"William did lack a certain panache, didn't it?" Sheldon smirked, finally coming around after more convincing than it should have.
Amy laughed at that, but her face went serious again rather quickly. "I'm sorry you miss your dad, Sheldon. I would have loved to meet him."
"And he would have loved to meet you."
Sheldon looked back at the TV, his father's paused face, still staring back at him. He really did look like his father. His mother had always said so, but he never believed her. Now an adult, it was like looking into a mirror. He really was his mini-me.
If Elliot got Sheldon's eyes, then he would really have George's eyes. Sheldon only had them because of his father. Suddenly, he selfishly understood Amy's hope for their children to have his eyes.
"What are you thinking about?" Amy asked, pulling him from his reverie.
"It's just uncanny how similar my father and I look. I guess now I'm just being selfish in hoping our son looks like me." Sheldon looked over and was met with Amy's blank expression. "Not that I don't want him to look like you," he quickly tried to cover himself.
Amy giggled and motioned for him to stop. "I wasn't thinking that. I know what you meant. Your dad may no longer be alive, but he lives on through his children and their children. Not to sound overly sappy."
"Too late," he joked. "I know I am being overly sentimental right now because I'm thinking about my dad. But seeing his face again, hearing his voice, I guess I'm just trying to hold onto whatever I can of him."
"That's grief, honey," Amy said softly.
Sheldon nodded, acknowledging the truth and the harsh reality behind those words. "I know, and I haven't allowed myself to feel that for a long time."
They sat in relative silence for a moment, the gentle whirring of the VHS player the only sound filling the air. There was still more on the tape; George certainly had more to say. Sheldon was sure of it. He thought for a moment, then turned to his wife and asked, "do you want to watch the rest of the tape with me?"
"Really?"
He nodded slightly.
"I do."
George Cooper's voice sounded once more in a matter of seconds.
"Sheldon, I know you are going to do great things one day. I have known that since… well… forever. I know you're going to find amazing people to surround yourself with who will love you and treat you the way you deserve to be treated."
Check.
"I know you will make countless accomplishments academically, more than you have already."
Check.
"I know you will fall in love with someone someday who will make your heart soar."
Sheldon and Amy smiled at each other, squeezing each other's hand slightly. Check.
"I know you will have exceptional, amazing children one day because you and I both know you are too exceptional to not do so."
Almost check.
"I know you're going to live a full life, Sheldon. Because you have such a drive for greatness, and I know you have my stubbornness, so, you will settle for nothing less."
George leaned forward, on his desk Sheldon was assuming.
"I know I have a lot of making up to do, and I hope someday you will accept this apology. I know you have a kind heart, Sheldon; I have seen it with my own eyes. I will understand if you can't, I have failed you as a father thus far, but I hope that someday you will extend that kindness towards me. I cannot wait to see you grow up, do all the things I know you want to do. Hopefully, I'll be around to see you accomplish most of them."
Sheldon should have finished the video before he started crying earlier. The fact that this was taped less than a year before his father passed away did not escape him. Nor did that make his pain any easier.
He figured, at least now he had Amy by his side.
"I hope that when this video finds you, you will listen and not throw it away. Even if that's what I probably deserve. I'm going to try sending these tapes out soon, so call me if you see this. Just let me know you've watched it. If that's all you can do for now, I'll understand; I've got a lot of things to work on."
His father smiled fondly at the camera. Not the forced one that Sheldon could always remember from his childhood but a genuine, real smile. It was also his smile.
"I love you, Sheldon. Talk to you soon."
The video stopped and began to rewind to the beginning. Amy was rubbing at his back again, soothing him as tears once again fell from his eyes. But Sheldon was still too transfixed on the screen. He whispered it so quietly, he doubted Amy would be able to hear it. Which would be fine. It was one of the few things not meant for her ears anyway.
"I love you too, dad."
A/N: Well that ended darker than I usually end this. This story ended up being surprisingly personal to me for a lot of reasons, and since I am dab smack in the middle of grief it just didn't feel right to have some uber sappy happy ending, because that's not genuine. That's not real. It's bittersweet at the least I hope.
Thank you so much for reading, especially right now, it means the world to me.
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