#...my body-joints are weak but the ones i roll will break you? idk i love english sometimes

[liberty-spiked]

i kinda love orthopedic braces. everytime i look at my hand brace i cant help but be amazed at its construction.

[certifiedskywalker]

Sweet Rest - Diego Hargreeves

Anonymous said: Could you write something with Diego and a NB reader? I’m kinda ✨ projecting ✨ Maybe like idk, reader is studying history at uni and just domestic fluff? In the theme of projecting please could NB have a completely shaved head and loads of facial piercings? Please? 💛

AN: I didn’t want to get too specific, as not to exclude too many readers, but I hope I managed to capture the fluff you desired!

This also serves as a PSA to my fellow students: TAKE CARE OF YOURSELVES! I’ve been attending my courses online and I forget to get up to move around get water. Grades are not the ‘end-all be-all’ as my mother has said. Your health, mental, emotional, and physical, comes first.

So, be kind to yourself and remember to take breaks! Read some fanfiction! Have a snack! Do what you have to do!

You had been hunched over your desk for hours now. Bleary eyed and tired, you glanced at the clock and cringed. When you started to study, it had been light outside. It was the first sunny day in ages and you were stuck inside with school work. Now, you could see the soft oranges of the sunset turning a murky grey-green. With a groan, you leaned down and laid your head on your desk, using your arms as a makeshift pillow. 

The moment you closed your eyes, your body seemed to melt with relief. A pounding in your head, a headache you did not notice before you relaxed on the desk, ceased. Gently, you rolled your shoulders and neck to find that the joints were stiff from lack of movement. You shoved have taken a moment to stretch. Even a little walk around your room to get your blood flowing. 

Hindsight is a blessing and a curse; you would stretch next time.

At the thought of doing more work tomorrow, you felt your body tense up once more. Stinging behind your eyes were tears that threatened to spill down your cheeks. In an attempt to quell them, you forced yourself to take a deep, slow breath. After a set of five breaths, you were beginning to feel your body unwind again. 

Sadly, before you could totally relax, the loud slamming of a door broke your concentration. Slightly frightened by the sound, you swiftly lifted your head up to see what, or who, had entered your room.

“You’re still at it?”

Your eyes softened at the sight of Diego standing in the doorway. His dark eyes were squinted as his brow furrowed in concern. You merely nodded in response. 

The quiet reply was enough for Diego to drop the overnight bag he always brought to your place beside the door. Within seconds, he had strode over to you with reaching hands. When his fingers found your shoulders and began to rub them, you had to fight to hold in a moan.

“Maybe it’s time for a break,” he suggested as he dug his thumbs into the sore muscles of your upper back. You leaned into his touch, tender yet rough.

“Maybe,” you agreed. Diego continued to work the ache from your bones. Under his touch, all your stresses seemed so far away. Though, the moment his hands left your body, it all came rushing back. The mental check list of everything you needed to do before the end of the week rolled through your head. “But I have history assignments yet to do.”

“Y/N,”  Diego pressed, turning your chair so that you were no longer facing your desk but him. “Please, it’s getting late and I can tell you’re tired.”

“The course work-”

“Can wait. Come to bed with me.”

Warm, curving with his breath, Diego’s words sent your heart aflutter. Before you could even try to protest or deny his invitation, Diego pressed his lips to the sensitive skin of your neck. The instant his lips made contact with your flesh, you knew you would completely surrender to him. When he pulled away, you turned to meet his gaze. Diego gave you a sly, and knowing, half-smile.

“The work will be here tomorrow.”

You wanted to point out that the due dates would too; the ever looming shadow until the end of the semester. Yet, Diego, who knew all your weak spots, knew how to pull your worry away. He pressed another kiss to your neck, then another, and another. He tilted your head with a careful hand and, smiling lazily, he kissed your lips. 

“Fine.”

You felt Diego pull away but you kept your eyes closed. “Now, that’s what I like to hear: pure, loving reluctance.”

A small laugh escaped you and you opened your eyes. Diego was smiling down at you. He smiled still as he pecked your cheek and pulled away. Strong hands rubbed at your shoulders before you watched Diego walk towards your bed. Unceremoniously, he threw himself on the mattress. From the impact, Diego bounced slightly and his head fell against the pillow.

“You’re not one for cuddling,” you said, letting your chin rest against the back of your chair. You would get up to lay with Diego soon; for now, you just wanted to look at him. Laying in your bed, limbs stretched out and waiting for you to join him. His dark eyes were slightly hooded and his lips were parted in a lazy smile. How sweet he looked; how sweet his was.

“When my partner looks so tired, it’s hard to not want to.” Diego raised an arm and gestured to the empty side of the bed. “Join me.”

Limbs heavy from sitting all day, you nearly trembled as you stood up. With every step you took away from your desk, you felt your shoulder grow lighter. It was as if you were trudging through cold, overwhelming waves to reach the beach, the sand that was glowing with warmth. When you reached the edge of your bed, Diego did not hesitate to reach up and pull you to him.

You fell by his side, curling into the warmth emanating from his body. Diego was always warm. He joked about how it was because he lived and worked in the gym. There was no avoiding the heat of muscles moving. When he wasn’t cleaning or helping out customers, he was working out too. It showed in his arms, lean but strong as they encircled you.

“You work too hard.” 

You moved your head to rest on Diego’s chest, far enough away so that you could still look into his eyes. Giving him an incredulous look, you fired back, “says the night-time vigilante.”

“That’s my free time, I choose to do that,” Diego countered. You laughed and shook your head against him. When you looked back up at him, you saw that Diego was already staring at you with pure adoration in his dark eyes.

For a moment, you felt self-conscious but there was no way you could hide with your arms wedged so snugly around Diego. Also, a part of you did not want to hide. Diego had seen you through good days and bad days. Those long nights where you doubted yourself, your identity, or where you were overcome with intense dysphoria. It was Diego that helped you cut your hair short, walked you to appointments, and, like tonight, made sure you took breaks. 

You knew he loved you, and you loved him, but there were minutes, fleeting seconds, when you felt like you were his responsibility. As if he felt obligated to be with you because he had come this far. The thought always struck your chest, your heart, terribly hard. What would he rather be doing with the time he spent with you? You dared to ask him. 

“Then what do you call this time?” As you asked, you gestured to your tangled bodies splayed out across your bed. Diego took a moment, drinking in the softness of your face. From the worry lines that formed in his features, you knew that he could tell your thoughts were racing.

“I call this,” he grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips, “my favorite time. There’s no place I would rather be than right here, with you.”

A small, embarrassed smile spread along your lips as Diego kissed your knuckles. He met your gaze as he did and you shook your head. No matter what your worries made you think or feel, Diego always put your mind and heart at ease. With a gentle squeeze of your hand, he pulled you closer into his side so that your head was firmly rested against his chest. 

His other arm, tucked under your neck, wrapped around you. Comfortable warmth surrounded you and you never wanted to leave. You closed your eyes as Diego’s hand rubbed up and down your back. Even through your sweater, you could feel the slight heat of his palm. The warmth trailed after his hand as he rubbed your scalp.

“Want a hair cut soon?”

“Mm, maybe.” You had been so caught up in university, you barely had a chance to look in the mirror. There was, in a sense, no time to reflection; on anything, really.

“Let me know,” he said softly, “you know I like to help.” A laugh rumbled in your chest and you opened your eyes to met Diego’s gaze.

“You just like holding the scissors.”

“That’s not true. I like the clippers too.”

“Any sharp object really,” you joked. Diego squeezed your side and tickled you.

 You jerked in his arms in an attempt to pull away. Laughing made your escape difficult and, taking advantage of your weakened state, Diego moved over you. With his heads, on either side of your head, Diego was positioned above you, caging you beneath his body. You beamed up at him, reaching your arms up to wrap around the back of his neck. Lightly, you scratched the back of his head, feeling the short hair at the nape. Diego looked down at you with such longing that you thought he wasn’t real. Maybe you were just imagining him here, above you, smiling softly at you. 

Then, Diego leaned down and captured your lips with his. It was deep, messy, but perfectly real; just like you and Diego. When he pulled away, he did so slowly so he could still savor the feeling that lingered. You smiled up at him, bringing one of you heads to the side of his face. Diego opened his eyes and leaned into your touch.

“Thank you.”

Diego cocked his head at your words. “For what?”

“Everything,” you replied. “For making me take a break, for being here.”

“Like I said: there’s no where I would rather be.” Without missing a beat, Diego leaned down and kissed you again. When your eyes closed, you saw every night of your future. In the evenings, like this one, it was just you and Diego. No worries, no stress, just sweet rest.

[yikesharringrove]

Hi there! Can I get something with #13 and #39 with lots of hurt!Billy?, please friend?

Thank you for your request!

13: “Does it hurt?”

39: Stranded with a broken-down car

Prompts!

This got very long, and very angsty although I tried to throw some sweetness around. I hope you enjoy! I have included a lot of my own headcanons about Billy’s mom and his early life soooo. I was also thinking this takes place after season 2, maybe late April? idk.

There isn’t all that much hurt Billy, more Billy’s hurt leads him to word vomiting at Steve and them bonding 🤷‍♀️ I really hope you like it though!

Steve was fucked.

The engine of the BMW was cold. It wouldn’t even try to turn over when he turned the key in the ignition. No sound came from the under the hood.

Steve was on the edge of Hawkins, he had been at the quarry, wiling away some time while he couldn’t sleep. It was probably close to four in the morning now, so he said fuck it, got out of the car, and started walking home. He would hopefully make it with enough time for a shower and some coffee before walking to school. Maybe his old ten-speed was in the garage still...

Headlights blared at him from around the corner, sweeping over and past him before the car stopped and reversed, pulling up with the passenger door at Steve’s elbow.

“Harrington, what the fuck are you doing here?”

Billy Hargrove, his knight in shining denim was speaking through the window, near shouting over the loud purr of the engine and the screaming of some metal band Steve didn’t bother to know the name of.

“I’m walking.”

“I see that, dumbshit. Why are you walking down the fucking highway at four-thirty in the fucking morning?”

“Car broke down by the quarry. Figured I would walk home.” Steve shuffled his feet, looking down. “I, uh, couldn’t sleep. So. Went for a drive.”

“Get in.” He almost didn’t hear Billy’s command, but Steve knew not to look a gift horse in the mouth. So, he got in.

“Thanks, man.” Billy just nodded slightly, his face mostly hidden by the darkness of the night. He floored the car, speeding along away from Hawkins. “Um, you know my house is-it’s the other way.” Steve took in how tense Billy was, his jaw clamped and his shoulders raised. His grip on the steering wheel was nothing like the lazy one-hand her usually kept.

“You ever just need to escape? Even for a little bit?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I really do.” Steve settled in his seat. He was not opposed to taking a drive with Billy, who seemed to relax a bit. Steve was always good at reading other people. Sometimes he ignored his gut feelings in favor of something he so desperately wanted (the whole Nancy situation was example enough for that), but he could tell when something was wrong. And something was really fuckin wrong with Billy Hargrove tonight.

They drove in silence, flying down the main highway, past the Leaving Hawkins sign.

Steve turned down the music a fraction. “You wanna go get breakfast? I know a good all diner in Indianapolis. They’ll probably be open by the time we get there. My treat.”

Billy just shrugged, but he didn’t turn the music back up, and Steve called that a win.

It was nearly two hours to the city, longer if the person driving you wasn’t a speed demon, so the sun was rising by the time fields began to give way into suburbs, suburbs blooming into urbanism.

Steve sat up, ready to direct Billy to the diner on the corner of Shelby and Norton when he caught sight of Billy in the weak morning sun.

“Jesus fucking Christ. Billy, what happened?” His left eye was puffy, the cheekbone below it swollen and purple, a cut right on the high point. His jaw had long bruises on either side, as though, well it looked as though someone had grabbed him by it.

Steve thinks the worst thing were Billy’s hands.

His knuckles were white, his grip a vice on the steering wheel, but they were free of any bruising, any splits. Steve had been on the receiving end of those fights. He knew Billy fought back, and well, so if he didn’t.

Maybe he couldn’t.

The thought sent a chill down Steve’s spine.

“Can it Harrington. I’m fucking fine.”

“You’re obviously not ‘fucking fine’, Billy. What happened? Who did this?”

“Look, Princess. I’m not one of your fucking kids, so just shut your fucking mouth and leave it the fuck alone or I will make you get out of my fucking car and WALK back to shithole Hawkins. Give me directions, or get out.”

Steve sighed and led Billy along, only speaking when absolutely necessary.

They pulled up in front of Joe’s Shelby Street Diner just as a kind looking waitress with a round face and a gray ponytail was flipping the sign from closed to open.

“Welcome in boys. Take a seat anywhere you like and I’ll be by with some menus.” She blinked at Billy’s face. “And some coffee.” Steve just nodded at her and led Billy to a corner both against the windows.

“My parents used to take me here.” Steve was staring down at his hands on the table, not knowing where to look. “When I was little my dad opened a branch in the city and got an apartment out here. He would only come home on weekends so every Tuesday my mom would pick me up from school, and we’d drive out here together, and meet my dad for dinner.” He doesn’t know why he’s telling billy all of this.

“My mom worked at a joint like this. I would come and hang out after school. She would sneak me rootbeer floats and help me with my homework on her breaks.” He was smiling bitterly. Steve had never heard Billy say anything about his mother before.

“What was she like?”

Billy took a breath, his own hands nervously tugging on the sleeves of his jacket. The denim one. Steve liked it.

“She had me real young, dropped outta high school when she got pregnant at fifteen kinda young. My dad was in Vietnam when I was born. Married her when he came back. I was six. She was a total hippie, she got kicked outta her house when she got knocked up, and lived on a commune with a buncha people until my dad came back. I think she only married him so she could have a place to sleep that wasn’t a tent in a field. I don’t remember a lotta that. didn’t eat any meat until I was, like eight years old. And she fuckin’ named me after William Pester, this like hippie leader who was real famous or something. ”

Billy took a break from his story when the kind waitress returned to get their orders, both boys loading up on breakfast. Steve tried not to speak so loud, afraid of breaking this spell he had created in this booth with Billy.

“Once my dad was back in the picture, it was pretty different. He’s an asshole. Made her change everything about herself. She was always real Catholic, but kind of a free spirit. Only listened to the parts of The Bible that were nice and said to love everyone, but my dad said pickin’ and choosin’ from The Bible was just pussyfooting around religion. She didn’t like that.

“He was a piece of shit from the jump. Married her because ‘a good man supports his family’ or some garbage. Good man my ass. He would yell at her about how she was raisin’ me. Said he left to defend our country, and here she was making sure his only son grew up to be a fuckin’, well. He has a few choice words about me.”

Their food was set down before them, Steve absolutely enraptured by everything Billy was saying. They ate in silence for a minute.

“Do you mind if, I mean, did she pass away?” Steve wanted Billy to keep talking. He liked learning more about him. Every word he said only softened the edges, made him so much more human.

“Nah. She left. Packed her shit one night and was just, gone. She called me a few weeks later and I fuckin’ BEGGED her to take me with her, but she wouldn't come back. I think she went back to her commune or something. I haven’t seen her since I was ten.”

“So, you’ve been with your dad ever since?”

“Yeah. He’s not jazzed about it. Always likes to remind me that I’m a bastard. He’s the one that fucked a fifteen-year-old. He was like, twenty when he did that.”Billy rolled his eyes, shoving a piece of toast into his mouth.

“Did he, do,, that?” Steve asked the question slowly, carefully. Billy snapped his eyes up to meet him.

“So what if he did?”

“I mean-I just, does it hurt?” Billy just stared.

“Are you stupid?” Steve recoiled. “Of course it fucking hurts. He got me real good this time. He’s been especially bitter since we moved here.”

“I’m sorry. That was a stupid, stupid question.” Steve pushed around the scrambled egg on his plate. “Why did you guys move here?”

“You want Neil’s fake answer, or do you want the real one?” Billy leaned in conspiratorily. Steve mirrored him without even meaning to. “Can you keep a secret, Pretty Boy?”

Images of tunnels, of monsters, of staring death in the face and charging it with a spiked bat, dreams of hard, muscular masculine bodies flashed through his mind.

“Yeah. I’m good at secrets.”

“So Neil likes to say it’s to get a fresh start. Move somewhere where nobody knows us. We can have a clean slate as a family.” He spat the last few words out. “But the real story is, he wanted to get my gay ass outta liberal, free lovin’ California, to a shitty hick town where I would be the victim of a fuckin’ hate crime if I let my impulses run wild. He caught me with a guy. We weren’t even doing anything good, just makin’ out. Dad went apeshit though. Threw me down some stairs.” He rolled his eyes and casually kept eating like he hadn’t just dropped this enormous fucking bomb on Steve. 

“I’m so sorry, Bill.”

“Why are you sorry? You didn’t hit me. It wasn’t the first time, sure as shit wasn’t the last.”

“Is that why your mom left?”

“Yeah, she was gettin’ it pretty bad there. I mean, so was I, so I don’t get why she left me there with him. Sometimes I really hate her for it.”

“I’m sor-” Steve cut himself off when Billy gave him a sharp look. “You don’t deserve that, is all.”

“I don’t get you, Harrington. You sit there, after I dumped all this shit on you, gave you some incriminating facts about me, and you just tell me I don’t deserve to get hit by my old man. I beat the shit outta you, remember?”

“Yeah, but honestly, I was being super shady that night. I shouldn’t have lied to you about Max.” Steve shrugged. 

“That wasn’t all you, Harrington. I had gotten into it with my dad about her, how she’s my responsibility and all that, and then Mrs. fuckin’ Wheeler was all over me when I went there-I mean, don’t get me wrong. I definitely flirted a little to get some information from her, but all I really did was like, stand there. I think I ate a cookie. Usually, older women just get a little flustered, but she was, like, into it. So, I was runnin’ pretty hot by the time I met you.”

“Oh my GOD, Karen used to flirt with me all the time! I would just sit and awkwardly smile and be like, yes hello, I am here to see your teenage daughter, since I am her teenage boyfriend.” Billy laughed at that, a real boisterous laugh Steve had never heard from him before. Steve decided he liked it. 

“That’s fucking disgusting. Just because she’s unhappy with her life, doesn’t mean she gets to throw her cat at teenage boys.” Steve choked on his pop, trying not to spew it all over the table. 

“Please never say that again,”  he coughed out as Billy threw his head back and laughed. He slowly regained himself. “And, you know, I mean what I said. I’m good at secrets. I won’t, I’m not gonna tell anybody.” Billy smiled at him. 

“Yeah? King Steve got some secrets? Any you’d like to share with the class? You know, so we’re on even turf here.” Billy winked. Steve’s face went hot. 

“Well, I mean, you and I may have some things in, uh, in common.” 

“What, like shitty dads?”

“No. Well, I mean yes, but other things.”

“Mommy issues?”

“Oh, definitely, but like, OTHER stuff, too.” He willed Billy to understand. He didn’t know if he’d be able to say it out loud. 

Luckily Billy got it. A look of pure shock spread over his face, followed by a huge grin.

“No fuckin’ way. No fuckin’ way you’re gay too, Harrington.”

“Well, I mean. I don’t know.”

Billy’s face fell.

“You don’t know?”

“I mean, like, I like girls. A lot. Like I love girls and everything about them, but there’s also, there’s also guys. And I-there’s definite interest, is what I’m saying.”

Billy smiled again, a softer one this time. 

“That’s okay. Y’know some people are into both. Bisexual, is the word. David Bowie is bisexual. For some people, it’s more about the personality of the person, less the, bits I guess.”

“There’s-I mean-Bowie? Sorry, I just mean, like, there are people like that?”

“Yeah, the whole thing doesn’t have to be black and white if that’s not what you feel.”

“Fuck. That was-thanks man.” Steve mulled the word around in his head. Bisexual. It made sense. It felt, good. “Bisexual.” Billy smiled at him again. He returned it.

Billy checked his watch, yawning like a huge cat. 

“Fuck, Pretty Boy. We should probably head back. If we go fast we could probably only be a little bit late for class. 

“I mean, or we could say fuck it.” 

Billy’s eyes lit up.

“Yeah? What do you suggest we do?”

“I don’t even care man, but it’s been way too long since I’ve been in the city, and I feel like we could both use a break from fucking Hawkins. Plus, I don’t know. I like hanging out with you.”

Steve ducked his head, studying the patch of table by Billy’s left elbow, face hot and undoubtedly red. 

“I could go for a nice day of playing hooky with you.” Steve beamed at Billy, throwing some bills down on the table. 

“Then lets fucking go then.” He bounded back to the Camaro, Billy’s sweet laugh ringing through the diner.

Oh yeah, Steve could definitely get used to this.

[musicalmedic]

Carisi x Reader Fic

So apparently I did a thing... This was supposed to be comfort/angst and turned into smut. IDK what happened. Not what I usually write, but hey, why not? NSFW.

You waited anxiously for Sonny to show up. You knew he still had a lot of work and reports to complete, but time was really dragging. You cleaned house and did the dishes, made dinner and doled everything out into Tupperware to store for later. You did the bedding and brought blankets down to the couch, not knowing we you and Sonny would end up later. It was after 9pm when you finally settled down into a nest on the couch and pulled out your Kindle - a distraction, if nothing else. Finally, your phone buzzed and you grabbed it almost maniacally to read the text.

Olivia: He’s on his way home now. Today was bad. I’m sorry.

You appreciated the head’s up, but your stomach turned over a bit, instantly fretting over how Sonny would be doing when he arrived how. He loved his job, but there were days when he came home a mess that made you wonder how long he could do it. You went back to reading on your Kindle until you heard Sonny’s car pull into the driveway. He had a key and would let himself in. You waited anxiously to see what he did - he only ever had two modes of action when he came over after a bad day at work. He would come straight to you and lie down in your lap or go straight to the shower without a word.

You heard Sonny come in the door and kick his shoes off, and then proceed to knock a bunch of things off of the table in the entryway. A hangar fell out of the closet and clattered to the ground and then a pair of keys from the table and what sounded like the dog leash. You stood from the couch and went into the entryway, confused.

“Are you rearranging my decor in here?” You asked lightheartedly.

Sonny stood amidst the disaster with his hands on his hips, shaking his head in disbelief at himself. He had changed clothes since you last saw him and was now in the signature 3-piece with a vest and his sleeves rolled up, a look that always made you weak in the knees. Then again, it was never a good sign when he had had to change clothes at work. Sonny didn’t look at you, but unclipped his holster and set it on the table, followed by his badge and cell phone. He was quiet and unsteady; you could tell his hands were shaking, causing him to clumsily knock everything over

You stood a few feet away, just waiting for Sonny to say something. He turned to the table and put his hands on it, leaning forward and letting his head hang. Your stomach turned over - he’d never been upset enough to not even make it out of the breezeway. You walked up and rubbed his back, planting a kiss on his shoulder. He was gripping the edge of the table like his life depended on it, trying to keep himself together.

“I’m right here, love. It’ll be okay.” You whispered.

Sonny shook his head desperately - it most definitely was not okay. “I can’t do this job anymore, Doll.” He choked out, his voice breaking. “I couldn’t… I thought….”

He finally shot you a glance, his bright blue eyes filled with tears, and an expression that broke your heart into pieces. He stood at the table trying to pull himself together, but you caught sight of the first few stray tears that fell and tracked down his handsome face.

“Sweetheart. Come here.” You gave Sonny’s shoulders a tug, trying to get him to come to you, but he sank brokenly to his knees instead. You went down to the ground with him, your own knees protesting at the unforgiving hardwood floors.

“Oh, baby, I know.” You pulled him tightly to your chest as he broke into exhausted and heartbroken sobs. You rocked him gently as he cried halfheartedly, physically and mentally exhausted from whatever had occurred today. Your heart ached as you heard him muttering memorized prayers of forgiveness.

Eventually he quieted down, taking a shuddering breath and then relaxing into your arms. You brushed your fingers repeatedly through his hair, soothingly paying attention to the graying strands at his temples. Sonny took another deep, shaky breath and released a pained sigh. You planted a kiss on his forehead and rubbed soothing circles at the nape of his neck

“Shhh,” you cooed, “It’s okay.”

“Think you can make it upstairs?” You tried. Sonny didn’t respond, just lying listless in your arms. “I think you’ll feel much better after a shower.”

After a long few seconds, Sonny gave up and nodded against you. You stood, all of your joints cracking in protest. You put your hands out and helped pull Sonny up to stand. You stepped away for a second to lock the front door and put his gun in the safe on the table. When you turned back, he was giving you a soft, legitimate smile. You smiled back and Sonny put his arms out, pulling you into a hug. You wrapped your arms around his long, lean waist, enjoying the feeling of being pressed up against him. You weren’t ridiculously short by any means, but he was still significantly taller than you, which always made him a comforting hugger. Sonny kissed the top of your head, lingering for a minute to inhale the smell of your shampoo.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, his Staten Island accent thick with emotion. “Didn’t mean to fall apart on you like that. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You squeezed him tighter and then tipped back to look at him.

“Don’t be sorry. It was obviously a really shitty day. But it’s over, okay?”

You reached down and took his hand and he quietly followed you upstairs to the luxury master bathroom you had designed for yourself. You retrieved two fluffy towels from the linen cabinet - you had already showered, but by god you were going to do it again. You turned on the small heater in the corner of the room.

You spun around and saw Sonny undoing his tie; you smiled and walked over, taking his hands in yours to stop him.

“Let me.” You whispered. Sonny looked at you a bit timidly for a minute, his blue eyes mesmerizing. They held so much innocence and sadness, and you knew that he just needed your touch right now.

You very methodically undid his tie and slipped it from around his collar, placing it on the vanity. Your face was serious as you undid the buttons on his vest, dedicated to just taking care of him. Sonny looked down at you almost lustfully, watching the intent look on your face, and smiled. You undid each button carefully, taking your time and giving him plenty of time to just relax. He reached forward and put his hands on your hips, giving them a squeeze and pulling you to stand flush against him. You felt a rush of hormones release themselves and realized this was going to go a new direction than just a shower. You slid the vest off of his shoulders and tossed it to the vanity a little more carelessly than before. You snaked your hands up Sonny’s chest and wrapped your hands around his neck, standing on your tiptoes and bringing him down to meet your lips in a soft kiss.

You smiled to yourself as he deepened the kiss, leaning in to you and then sucking on your bottom lip. Oh, god. You slid your hands back down and untucked Sonny’s dress shirt from his pants, starting at the top again with the buttons. Two buttons down Sonny leaned forward and started kissing your neck, making you see stars. You could barely focus enough to keep going with the buttons at the feeling of his lips on your sensitive skin, and the faint scratch of the day’s stubble rubbing against you. You somehow managed to get the last button undone and then slid your hands up Sonny’s bare chest and pushed the shirt off of his shoulders. The shirt ended up on the floor, as you both became more careless. You ran your hands all across Sonny’s soft, bare skin, fingers dancing across his firm, taut muscles. Before you could go any further, Sonny pulled at the bottom of your nightshirt and then pulled it right over your head, throwing it across the room. You let out a giggle at his desperation. You had been ready for bed and were already braless under your clothes - one less obstacle for the man in front of you who was slowly losing his cool. Sonny pulled you flush against him, your bare chest against his, the skin-to-skin sensation tantalizing. His kisses deepened and got more hot, uncoordinated, and desperate - his lack of control instantly making you wet.

You walked forward, pressing against Sonny until you had him all but pinned to the cabinets behind him. You pushed your hips against his, his dress pants doing little to hide how turned on he was. Your kisses were hot and heavy now, your tongues darting back and forth in a battle for dominance. The small bathroom heater did little to drown out the sound of heavy breathing and the tiny whimpers you were eliciting form Sonny. You hooked your fingers inside the waistband of his pants and gave them a tug; you felt Sonny smile against your kiss. You undid his belt and pulled it ever so slowly from the loops of his pants and then dropped it to the floor. Sonny was grabbing madly at your hips, fingers digging into your skin, craving you with unbridled intensity. You unbuttoned his pants and were about to tug them down when Sonny’s mouth moved to your breast, taking your nipple between his lips and sucking gently. Your eyes rolled back in your head, your entire body throbbing with desire. You threaded your fingers into Sonny’s lush hair, tugging playfully on the ends and urging him to continue. In a swift motion, Sonny tugged your pajama bottoms off, leaving you completely naked in front of him. You let out a small sound of surprise, but just wanted desperately for him to ravage you. Sonny wasted no time in running his hand up the inside of your thighs, brushing his fingers against the most sensitive spots. His long fingers teased you, slipping between your folds and rubbing firmly against your clit. You were going to lose control so fast…

“Fair’s, fair.” You breathed.

You moved back to Sonny’s dress pants and pulled them almost painfully slow down his long, lean legs. You looked up at him and bit your lip playfully, maintaining eye contact with him as he stepped out of his pants and stood in front of you in only his boxers.  Sonny shook his head at you with a grin, the sight of a beautiful woman on her knees in front of him almost finishing him off right there.

“Tease.” He said jokingly.

You continued, but not before you nipped playfully at Sonny’s bare thigh, painfully close to his aching manhood. You pulled his boxers down to the ground leaving him completely naked and making you lusty at the impressive sight of him. You took him in your mouth and Sonny let out an erotic moan, the sound making you wild. He didn’t let you continue long before pulling you up to stand and tugging you in to the shower.

“Doll, if you keep that up, I ain’t gonna last too long.” He whispered against your skin, kissing your neck.

You both stepped into the hot shower, the water pouring over achy muscles and weary bodies after a long day. Sonny pulled you to him and continued to kiss you as the water cascaded over you both, your bodies moving easily against one another in the water. You ran your hands all over Sonny’s wet body, reveling in the feeling of his skin on yours. You rocked against one another, washing each other’s stressors away. Sonny washed his hair and you circled him as he did so, trailing kisses across his wet chest and back, loving the taste of him and wanting more. You didn’t spend long in the shower - not nearly as long as you was originally expecting. Sonny turned off the water and you helped one another dry off a bit before stepping back out into the bathroom. The room was hot and steamy, mirrors completely fogged up. You pulled your towel around your back to wrap it around yourself. Sonny tugged it from your hands and tossed it.

“Don’t you dare put that on.” He said with a naughty grin.

You barely registered what he had said before he leaned into you, grabbing your hips and lifting you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, still slick from water droplets the towel left behind. Sonny’s long strides took you to the vanity where he put you down to sit on the countertop, his mouth going back to assault yours again.

Sonny pushed you back further on the sink, almost laying on top of you as he bent you backwards to lie on the countertop. You threw your arm out and brushed everything in your way off of the sink and on to the floor. Hand cream, a hairbrush, makeup… all landing on the floor with a crash. You didn’t even care. Before you had time to take a breath, Sonny was between your legs, tasting you and driving you crazy. You let out a breathy “oh, god, yes” before thrusting your hands into his thick hair and begging him not to stop. He was working wonders with his tongue, and slaying you with the feeling of his stubble rubbing the inside of your thigh and his breath against your skin. If there was one thing Sonny was exceptionally good at, it was this. He was a passionate and giving lover - every time was amazing and this was no exception. Pent up emotions from the long day were manifesting themselves as raw, desirous energy. You writhed on the vanity counter under Sonny’s talented, hot, and attractive mouth, reaching what was likely to not be your only orgasm of the evening. You lay breathless, legs trembling as Sonny trailed his tongue up your flat stomach, his hands roaming and groping your breasts again.

You sat up and wrapped your hands around Sonny’s neck, leaning towards him lightheaded.

“You…” you whispered, sounding intoxicated.  

“Yeah?” Sonny responded with a cheeky, half-grin.

You couldn’t formulate the next words, or any thoughts for that matter except how badly you wanted him. Needed him. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he carried you in to the bedroom. He carefully laid you down, and then laid on top of you, the soft blanket of the bed cushioning you better than the countertop. He was kissing you lovingly, sucking on your neck and letting his hand dip between your legs again, readying you for round two. But you was a giving person. You put a hand between your bodies and pushed lightly on Sonny’s chest, easing him off of you. He looked at you with a sweet curiosity, eyebrows furrowed and his damp, gray-dusted hair untamed. His eyes were gorgeous and threatened to be your demise.

“Your turn.” You said devilishly.

You pushed Sonny over to lie on his back; the sight of him exposed and at your mercy was thrilling. You kissed his mouth sweetly before planting kisses along his jawline; you made your way to his neck and shoulder, nipping softly at his collarbone. You ran your hands down his outstretched arms and then pulled them to pin them playfully above his head. Sonny looked at you with a lustful apprehension, knowing that you were about to be his undoing. You were sultry about the way in which you gradually moved down Sonny’s body, trailing kisses here and there on his soft, sweet skin. You followed that deep V of his abdominal muscles, planting kissing in various spots. Holding his erection you ran your tongue along the length of him before taking him into your mouth. You watched him as he tipped his head back and moaned, hands thrust out and grabbing at the sheets. You could have continued forever, watching him writhe on the bed and making those sounds. His soft whimpers turned to louder panting and moans, and you knew you were close to finishing him off. Obviously sensing it, too, Sonny grabbed at you and pulled you up to stop you. He dominantly flipped you onto your back again, resting on top of you and not wasting any time before sheathing himself deeply inside of you. You let out a breathless sigh, eyes closed at the feeling of him filling you.

Sonny dipped his head down to your shoulder as he thrust into you over and over, each motion a little rougher, uncoordinated, and more desperate. He bit lightly on your shoulder and stifled a small cry, overwhelmed with how good you felt around him. Sonny’s hard body on top of and inside of you, and the sound of him panting next to your ear was enough to send you over the edge again. Neither of you lasted long, you wrapped your legs tightly around Sonny, driving him deeper, giving him release. He moaned next to your ear and let out a shuddering breath, collapsing on top of you. You could feel him shaking, trying to catch his breath. Sonny brought his head up and looked at you, capturing your mouth again in a soft, delicate kiss. You drew your arms around his shoulders and lovingly stroked his back, trying to settle him down and ease his trembling a bit.

You laid together for a while, breathing deeply and relaxing into each other’s touch. You shifted and sat up a ways, drawing patterns on Sonny’s bare chest.

“We should get some sleep?” You tried.

“I’m not all that tired, now.” He joked with a charming smile.

You laid back down and closed your eyes, humming contentedly as Sonny leaned down and placed another chaste kiss to your swollen lips.

“I love you,” you whispered, finally opening your eyes and looking sincerely into his.

“I love you, too, Doll.” Sonny replied. He brushed a hand through your hair before pulling you close to him. You sighed and breathed his scent in deeply, resting your head against his chest and wrapping your arm around his waist to hold him to you. You would always have each other.