#can't wait to take some photos of it outside of my bathroom

[lazylittledragon]

the Bhaalgown™ isn't done yet but i got too excited

[masonmontz]

heey everyone, how are you? :)

REMEMBER: english is not my first language

smut (unprotected sex, praise) word count: 2,5k

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“Oh… fuck.” Mason groaned as he came and leaned his head against the cold wall from the locker room bathroom, while still making light movements in his dick. Mason got goosebumps, he really wanted it to be your hand there. “Fuck.”

It was torturous having you massage his leg in physical therapy, no one would understand how horny you made Mason. He had just played the first half and was left alone in the locker room to take a cold shower. He was horny for half the game and will be lucky if no one notices in the photos that his dick was hard as a rock.

He closed his eyes, his breathing quickening as he thought about the sight of your breasts on top of him during the afternoon. It was really hard to concentrate on the rest of the day while Mason was in such bad pain in his balls, he just wanted to get back to the hotel and get relief, but he couldn't take it anymore and had to go to the locker room shower, knowing that some players were outside.

All Mason wanted was to get between your legs and fuck you, fill your neck with marks and kisses and lose himself in your pussy. No one knew, but you and Mason used to meet up in the corners of Carrington, or he would show up at your house just to have sex and leave, and that was fine, you also showed up when you wanted to have sex and Mason was okay with that.

Mason just came, but he couldn't stop imagining your lips around his dick, you kneeling looking up at him, and he felt his cock getting hard once more. He looked like a horny teenager and knew he would only calm down when he could get his naughty thoughts about you out of his head. 

It was so hot in the United States, Mason was upset to be going back to England in a few days. He knew he would be back in the rainy and cold weather and he would miss the warmth, especially since he saw you walking around the hotel in short clothes and that was not common in England.

“God, help me.” Mason begged the universe, but decided to get out of the shower, knowing that he needs to go back to the pitch and watch the rest of the match. He didn't hear anyone else talking and figured the players had left, so he wrapped the towel around his waist and even though he wanted to jerk off again, he decided not to.

You were taking the dry towels to the locker room, since the other players would be showering after the match and things needed to be organized. You were the physiotherapist, but sometimes you did a little bit of everything to make things easier for them.

As soon as you left the towels on the counter, the door to one of the showers opened and Mason came out with the towel around his waist. You were startled and tried to ignore the drops of water running down his body.

“Sorry, Y/N, I didn’t know you were here.” Mason spoke and you noticed he was red in the face and panting. 

“Hey, is everything okay? Are you feeling sick?” You got closer and Mason's face got redder, you looked at his body to see if there were any notable injuries but the only thing you noticed was... that he was excited. “Oh.”

The bulge was straining against the towel, and you felt your own face turn red as you caught Mason in an indecent moment. It was inevitable and you bit your lips, feeling your mouth go dry as other thoughts crossed your mind. Wild thoughts.

“Please, help me.” Mason whispered, placing his hand on his cock and moving it up and down, still with the towel. 

“Mason, we can't do this here, someone might come.” You scolded and approached him, looking back to see if anyone from the team was there. “Were you masturbating in the shower?”

“Because you had those boobs in my face during the pregame massage and I couldn't stop thinking about it. I spent the first half of the game so horny, it was hurting so much.” 

“You're so stupid, why didn't you wait until you got to the hotel?” Mason grabbed you by the arm and pulled you against him, knowing you couldn't resist him. 

“Because you're so fucking hot and all I thought about was fucking you the whole game, please I just came so hard, it felt like you sucked me off, I just want to cum again.” 

Mason pulled your hand down to the bulge on his hip and you sighed, knowing he wasn’t going to give up. You and Mason were like fire and gasoline, you exploded when you were together. You got along well, and Mason was desperate to fuck you. 

Who were you to say no, when you liked danger as much as he did?

You looked back at the empty locker room, but you knew anyone could walk in and that made you excited. Mason pulled you and took you to one of the showers, closing the door and pushing you against the wall.

“Mason, my clothes are going to get wet.”

“Shh, what's the difference if i'm going to make you wet too?” He ran his lips down your neck and pushed his body against you. The Manchester United uniform you were wearing was soft and so you could feel Mason perfectly. He took off his towel and threw it on the floor, and you drooled at the sight of his naked body, even though you had seen it many times before.

“Why are you so stubborn?” You pulled Mason's face towards you, so he kissed you. Mason is a good kisser, but your favorite kisses are when he's horny and wants to fuck you until your legs are shaking. 

Mason slid his tongue across yours and his hands were already pulling at your shirt, so he quickly took it off and left you in just your bra. He was going to throw the shirt on the floor but you forbade it, so you held it and moved away to hang it on the wall. And to tease him, you turned your back and took off your pants, sticking your ass out for him and showing off the black lingerie you were wearing.

Mason liked to tease, but so did you, and he went crazy when you did that.

As soon as you set your pants aside, Mason grabbed you from behind and pressed his erection against you, and you moaned without realizing it, but Mason quickly placed his hand over your mouth to keep you quiet.

“You don't want someone to catch us here, do you?” You threw your head back as Mason pressed you closer, placing your head on his neck as he trailed kisses down your shoulders and slid his hands down your body, unclasping your bra and taking it off.

Mason ran his hand over your breasts then pinched your nipple, making you close your eyes and sigh, feeling the heat grow inside you. He was so good with his hands, with his mouth, that you were always surprised by the things he did to you.

“Don't mess with me then, I don't want to get caught.”

“What's the point if it's not dangerous?” 

“Do your job, Mason.” 

Mason laughed and turned you to face him, kissing you once more. Mason brought his hands to the middle of your legs and pressed your clit through your panties with his thumb, and you sighed, because Mason knows exactly where to touch.

You brought your hand to Mason's cock and made slow movements up and down, hearing him sigh and kiss your neck. Mason was so sensitive. You pressed the slit of his cock slowly and Mason squirmed, bringing his hand to yours and helping you with the movements. 

“Yeah… fuck, this feels so good.” Mason grabbed your hand and pressed it against his cock, speeding up his movements and you felt it throb over your fingers. 

Mason let go of your hand and pulled your panties down, quickly bringing his fingers to your wet entrance, sliding his fingers through the soft slit and you sighed, bringing your mouth to his shoulder to moan without anyone hearing. 

Mason slid a finger inside you while you were still jerking him off, then you realized he was desperate and it was one of those days Mason didn't want games, just relief. You thought of him being turned on the whole game, in pain and wanting your hands or your mouth around his cock. 

“Did you think about me while you were playing?” You asked softly and pulled his lip with your teeth, then stopped the movements with your hand around his dick and pushed him against the wall. Mason sighed because of the cold wall.

Mason inserted another finger into you and increased his movements, watching as you closed your eyes and bit your lip, then you lifted one leg and Mason held it, helping you stand as you brought your hands to his hair and pulled.

“All the fucking time.” He responded and kissed you, then Mason took his fingers out of you and brought them to your mouth, making you suck both fingers. Mason felt his own cock throb at the sight, imagining it was his cock in your mouth. “I just wanted to fuck you and feel that wonderful pussy.”

You grabbed his wrist and put it around your neck, making Mason squeeze you. 

“Please just do this so I can get back to my work.” Mason raised an eyebrow and smiled, then turned you around so that your back was to him once more, placing you against the wall. You sighed as Mason pulled your hair and pressed his body against you, and you felt him bring his hand down to his cock and place it against your pussy, sliding and teasing you a little, until he thrust his entire length hard inside you. 

You moaned loudly as he filled you, so Mason quickly brought his hand to your mouth so you wouldn't make any noise. He pulled your head against him as he made quick movements from behind and filled you so well. You rested your head on his shoulder, trying to hold on to the wet wall. 

“Oh, Mason.” You tried to moan, even with his hand covering your mouth. You had your eyes closed and felt Mason's breath in your ear, sending shivers down your entire body as you heard him sigh too.

“I've waited so long to fuck you like this.” He brought his other hand up to your hair, pulling once more while with the other he tried to keep you still, but the sound of his hips hitting your ass was loud enough for anyone to hear. “Hm- yeah, so fucking good.” 

Mason took his hand off your hair and slid it down your body, bringing it to your clitoris and making quick movements with his fingers. Having sex with Mason was good because he knew exactly what to do, because you spent time discovering each other's bodies the first few times. 

“Oh god.” You mumbled against his palm, and Mason pulled out of you only to thrust in again. Mason made you bend over a little more, then he picked up your shirt that was hanging on the door and handed it to you. 

“Bite this.” You did as he said, and Mason held your hips with both hands as he moved back and forth behind you, movements so fast just to cum and relieve himself of all the excitement that filled you both. “Yeah, good girl.” 

You rolled your eyes, Mason knows you don't like it when he says that, but he does it to tease you and there's nothing you can do to make him stop. A heat ran through your body, and Mason was making clumsy movements, so you knew he was close to cumming again. 

You bit your shirt harder, but it was no use when the sound of your skin touching was as loud as a moan. If anyone was outside in the locker room, they would know there were two people there.

Mason pulled you up again and pressed his chest against your back, he made a few more movements and when he held you against him tightly, you felt him cumming inside you. The orgasm exploded inside you and you felt your inner walls press against Mason's cock as you came at the same time as him, letting out sighs while still biting the fabric of your blouse.

“Oh, fuck, it gets better every time.” Mason whispered against your ear while you still felt him throb. You brought your hands to his neck, holding and removing the blouse from your mouth. 

“I know.” That's what you managed to say, still trying to recover. Mason was holding you and that was probably what was keeping you from falling, as your legs were shaking like jelly. 

Mason pulled his cock out of you and you felt the liquid dripping down between your legs. Mason brought his fingers between your legs and touched your sensitive clit, you gasped at his touch, but he just wiped some of what had dripped and ran it over your nipples. 

“You look messy.” He chuckled softly and left a kiss on your hair, still behind you. You smiled tiredly at him, then pulled away a little and turned to him, putting your arms around his shoulder and giving him a calm kiss. 

“It's your fault, I hope no one notices.” You grabbed your clothes and decided to put them on, knowing that you would soon go to the hotel and could take a peaceful shower, and who knows, Mason might join you again. 

Mason picked up the towel on the floor which was now completely wet, but he didn't care and wrapped it around his waist again. He waited for you to put on your clothes and gave you another kiss, pulling you against him, then Mason quickly fixed your messy hair. 

“There you go, no one knows that you had sex in the bathroom with number 7.” 

“You like bragging about that number, don't you?” Mason smiled at you, shrugging. He gave you one last kiss and opened the door, checking to make sure no one was around to see you. Mason nodded and you quickly left, grabbing your slippers and running out, walking slowly and quickly checking yourself in a mirror, then you ran back to the physical therapy area, leaving Mason behind.

Mason shook his head and smiled to himself, and even though once again you just had sex, he liked you and he knew that if things continued like this, he could fall in love. He pushed the thoughts away, but he was already wondering what time he would show up at his room for another round.

[petew21-blog]

Family fun

"Hi, I'm Simon and I'm an alcoholic." Haha. I'm just kidding. I'm just a normal nineteen year old kid still living with his widowed father and his three brothers. Today I was suppose to go on a trip with my 4 friends - Michael, Nathan, Daniel and Connor. I was ready to leave, but suddenly my - always happy and kind dad - started screaming about me not doing enough for our family, not doing chores and he banned me to go on the trip. I texted my friends, but only Connor replied:"Better luck next time. C ya". Then my dad even took my phone from me. I have no idea what I have done, but I didn't question him right now. Maybe later when he cools off.

My brother Alex came downstairs and offered me to go with him to the store. He acted different. I can't tell why, but he kept teasing me, which he usually doesn't. He is the quiet one.

We got into the store. I went to get some vegetable and when I got back to him. He was standing there completely naked

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Hurry. Give my some clothes!!! I lost them!"

"How can you just loose your clothes you're wearing?!?"

"Doesn't matter. Give me something."

I gave him my jeans, my shirt, leaving me only with my socks, sweatshirt in my hand and my boxers. He put on the rest and then laughed as he took the sweatshirt from my hands and ran away.

I was standing in a storeonly in my underwear. How embarassing. Alex was standing outside of the store with a phone in his hand already recording and laughing

"What the hell is wrong with you today?"

"Haha. Nothing. Just... enjoying life."

We returned back home. Alex went to show my other two brothers how he humiliated me. I went upstairs to find my father in my bathroom completely naked. He held my phone in his hands and tried to take a nude.

"DAD! What are you doing?!"

He wasn't even shocked and kept trying to get a good photo.

"Oh hey, I was going through your phone and I found this Grindr app where most of the profiles had pictures like this. I thought that maybe it is a dating website and I might have a chance. Maybe I'll find someone there."

THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING

"Dad, please. Go away. And don't install that app. I'll explain that to you later."

He checked himself out again and then winked at me

"Don't act like this isn't the dick that made you. You owe me for that, you know"

Has everyone gone crazy this morning or what the fuck is happening?

I went downstairs, ready for some more weird stuff. But fortunately my two brothers - Joe and Kyle fought. Thank god. The most normal thing in our family that could be happening right now. I sat outside on the porch just briefly watching them fight.

But suddenly the fight turned into this

They made out passionately as many couples in love do. But THEY ARE MY BROTHERS!!!

"STOP! SOMEBODY EXPLAIN TO ME WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!!!"

All four of the stared at each other back and forth. My dad was the first one who started laughing, then the rest did too.

"What's so funny? Have you all lost your mind?"

"Oh come ooooon. It's just a prank, BRO" said my father

"Besides, would your brother that you secretly have a crush on let you do this?" Alex came to me and placed my hand on his abs, just going up and down and finally going down.

"How... Connor?"

"BINGO! You figured it out. We swapped bodies with everyone in your family just to mess with you. We discovered we could do that last night when we arrived at the campsite, but we decided to surprise you. So, what do you think?"

"Wait. What about my dad and my brothers? Where are they?"

"In the campsite hopefully. But they keep calling your phone, so that's why we took it from you. Seems like we might have some explaining to do. So, until we give these bodies back and might never use them again?" All four of them smiled.

I couldn't believe how perverted my freinds are. And I couldn't believe I didn't really protest.

A story from the inbox: Hello! I love your stories😍😍😍 can u write a story about some friends are doing prank by body swapping with his male family members?

[gretavangroupie]

Enrapture

Word count: 13.2k

Pairing: Daniel Wagner x Female Reader

Warnings: Language, Alcohol, Smoking. Smut: Kissing, Touching, Oral M!Receiving, Fingering, Oral F!Receiving, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Biting, Spanking, Blood, Blood Play, Cum Play, Unprotected Sex, Rough Sex. Fluff.

A/N: Hey! Welcome back for the second installment of the four part Valentine's Day Mini Series I've been working on along with my best pal, @sacredstarcatcher! We've had so much fun writing these, and we hope that you enjoy Daniel's story! There's only two left now, and we can't wait to share them with you! See you real soon!

You’ve been waiting for this night for weeks, marking off the days on your calendar with a pink highlighter since the end of December. You got the call and immediately said yes, not even taking into consideration the day. It wasn’t hard to get the rest of your band mates to agree to it, only one of them even in a relationship. February 14th was really just another day, and tonight your band was set to play. 

It took some careful convincing but everyone knew that opening for The Foxies would be, to date, your biggest opportunity yet. You put the finishing touches on your outfit, waiting for the rest of the band to pick you up in the van. You zipped your black chelsea boots, and straightened your black lace corset top against your jeans as you fluffed your fingers through your freshly blown out hair. You gave yourself a look in the mirror one last time, the shine of your lip gloss catching in the bathroom light. 

The time on the clock is quickly ticking by, and you’re starting to get nervous that it's well past your pick up time. Thankful that they already have your guitar in the van, you know that as soon as they pull up you will be jumping inside as the van continues to roll. 

About fifteen minutes and a few anxious walks around your living room later, you hear the horn honking outside. You grab your coat and your keys and dash out the door, sending a quick text to your friend letting her know you’re running late. 

“Late to our biggest gig yet?! This looks bad, guys.” you screech, slamming the door shut behind you. 

“Chill, we'll make it. Van wouldn’t start, but she's runnin’ now.” Carter barks from the front seat, patting his hand on the dashboard. You roll your eyes and buckle your seat belt, listening to them chatter as you anxiously await your arrival. 

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Rushing down the basement steps with your gear, you wade through the decently sized crowd making your way to the side of the stage. You can tell the opening band is almost finished and you rip your guitar case open to check the tuning. 

From the corner of your eye you see your best friend sauntering up to you, camera in hand just like she promised. You try to give her the quick rundown of the set so she can plan her shots but you can tell her head is elsewhere as she peers over her shoulder scanning the crowd. You wonder if it has anything to do with the boy she was talking to as you walked in. 

“Foxtrot, you’re up!” you hear the coordinator shout, and you know it’s time to take the stage. You throw your arms around your friend's neck, kissing her cheek and taking your leave for the stage. “Wish us luck! Make sure you get my good side!” 

With your guitar slung around your shoulder, you wait for Carter to cue you in on the drums, ready to play to this rowdy crowd in front of you. Your eyes scan the audience as Steff starts to sing, spotting a few familiar t-shirts with your band logo on them. A smile crosses your face as you enter in on the next song, seeing your friend down below you as she works her away across the stage snapping photos you hope to use for the band's socials. Your fingers are dancing along the frets, keeping perfect time with the drums and bass as you look out into the crowd again.

When your eyes sweep the room you notice a guy leaning against the brick wall, drinking from a beer can as he nods his head along in time with the music. His eyes are on you, dark and piercing. His dark curly hair frames his face beneath his hat, turned backwards of course in the darkness of the room. You see a smirk pull across his lips as you make eye contact, and you feel yourself blushing so you look away. 

You wish that you hadn’t abandoned his gaze when you look away and spot your ex on the other side of the room, about four rows back, with his eyes on you. You knew there was a chance he would be here. You’d been dodging his calls for weeks, and rightfully so. He betrayed your trust and that was that. You didn’t have time for the back and forth, and to be honest, he wasn’t what he portrayed himself to be anyways. You cut your losses and you have been significantly happier since. As he stands here in front of you, you feel a sense of dread wash over you, knowing this is an issue you’ll have to deal with after the set, on Valentine’s day no less. 

Your attention is snapped away from him, watching as your friend and her camera go flying over a rogue cord on the ground. With her eye to the lens she missed it, tumbling into the hands of a familiar stranger. You laugh under your breath, working your way into the next song, and letting your eyes flick back to your curly haired admirer. 

You’re pretty sure you know who he is, his appearance definitely fits the description, though you didn’t realize how cute he would be in person. He was known to pop up at these shows, always looking for the next great thing, adding names to his ever expanding catalog of local bands. You hadn’t come across him at any of your gigs yet, but it looked like tonight was your lucky night. 

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After the show you find yourself accepting compliment after compliment, hugs and encouraging words coming from almost every familiar face in the crowd. Between conversations, you try to make your way to the kitchen for at least some water, but for a solid 10 minutes, you’re stuck hosting a receiving line.

As anticipated, your ex makes his way towards you. He’s got a look on his face that tells you he’s had a few drinks and that doesn’t bode well for you.

“Look at you,” he coos, physically pulling you in for a hug with a hand around your upper back. You grimace, politely accepting the inappropriate greeting. “Gotta admit, it’s pretty cool to see my girl up there knowing she’s–”

“Not your girl.” you say, immediately cutting him off. “Thanks for coming.” You try to get away but he grabs your forearm and makes it difficult.

“Hey hey hey, what’s the ruuush?” he slurs, stepping into your line of sight again. “You can’t still be mad.”

“I’m not mad, I just don’t want anything to do with you.” You try to pull yourself out of his predatory grasp but he’s effectively cornering you. 

“I miss you, baby. Look at me and tell me you don’t think about me. Something deep down in there still wants me.” he says, poking you gently in the chest. 

“Fuck off, Brent.” You snap, shooting him a look that could kill. Right as the tension bubbles over, you feel a warm hand on the back of your neck. 

“Hey, got you that drink you wanted.” Turning to look over your shoulder, you’re met with the same pair of striking, dark eyes that were watching you from the back during your performance. 

Brent immediately looks disgruntled, sizing up the tall stranger who is placing his arm around you. 

“Do I know you?” Brent asks.

“Oh, hey, names Danny. Nice to meet you.” He lifts his arm back over your head, then offers his hand to Brent for a sarcastic handshake. You watch the two interact with wide eyes and realize that this Danny character noticed you were in distress and decided to step in. 

“Didn’t think I needed to introduce myself, sorry about that. Most people here have at least some idea who I am.” You turn to look up at him, a little dumbfounded at the way he’s radiating smug confidence strong enough to disarm your asshole ex. 

Brent gives a few slow nods as his eyes move between the two of you. He seems to put the pieces together, deciding to take his leave.

“I’ll see you around,” Brent says to you with a terse smile, pushing his way through the crowd and out of sight. Once he’s gone, you turn to fully face your savior, giving him a relieved smile. 

You had heard about Danny Wagner. Drummer, Nashville local, party boy, general good time. He’s a little too famous to be at a show like this, so you can’t help but ask him why.

“Thanks for stepping in. I could have handled it, but… you really expedited it. So thanks.” You say, a little guarded, but appreciative nonetheless. 

“He seemed like a real prick, and I had been waiting to come over and introduce myself anyway.” Danny says, his smile sweet and disarming, but you’re not going to let yourself fall into the trap you know many women have fallen into before.

“I thought you didn’t need to?” you quip boldly, opening the beer he handed you. 

“Well, do I?” he responds quickly, laughing softly.

“It’s only polite…” you muse.

“Daniel Wagner. I really liked your set.” he says, tipping the bottle of beer back and licking his lips clean after he takes a sip. 

“That’s very kind.” you say, polite, but a little cold. Your eyes scan the room quickly, a little concerned about what others may think looking at this conversation from the outside. Danny’s reputation is less than great, and you wouldn’t want anyone attributing the slight amount of success you would say tonight was to him. 

“Can I ask what you’re doing at a basement show, though?” you prod, giving him a bit of a suspicious look. He takes it in stride, his confidence never faltering. 

“I was supposed to be on my way to New York, but due to some…unforeseen circumstances, I found myself at home on Valentine’s day. Seeing as most restaurants are booked, bars are full of schmucks on dates, and all that… I figured I would drop in. Stay up to date on the local music scene. You know.”

You raise your brows at him. You actually don’t know, so you crack a smile. 

“I see. How kind of you to grace us with your presence.” you snark, trying to suppress a grin.

Danny lets out a big laugh at that, almost choking on his beer. You laugh along, glad he’s not too offended. There’s no way he hadn’t heard the murmurings about him, so it’s nice to see he’s a good sport. 

“I’m gonna–” You start to tell him you have to go load up your equipment when you’re interrupted by a random voice.

“Hey! Can we get a picture?” 

That’s your cue. You sneak away towards the stage, starting to pack up alongside your bandmates. Every few minutes, you glance back towards Danny, caught up with some excited fans. It’s not that you’re avoiding him, because if you’re being honest, there’s something about him that’s drawing you in. It’s the gnawing worry at the back of your mind that’s telling you to tread lightly.

Crouching down, you peel up the tape from the makeshift stage. As you stand and follow the trail, pulling it from the floor, you’re brought to a pair of bright white Adidas stepping on it, keeping you from going any further. Straightening up to stand at your full height, you realize it’s Danny.

“Need a hand?”

“Oh, no, you’re fine. It’s a little complicated, so…” You try to brush him off.

“I’m sure I can figure it out.” he says, a little snarky. “The faster you’re done the faster you can have fun, right?” He’s proving to be a persistent guy who definitely likes a challenge. Something about that brings some color to your cheeks, but you try to keep a level head.

“If you really insist…” you tell him with a smirk, stepping aside so he can unplug the cord you just freed from the stage. 

The room is still fairly loud so as Danny helps you get packed up there aren’t too many words exchanged. You feel his eyes on you though. It’s difficult not to steal a few glances his way too, watching as he bends at the knee, his broad shoulders flexing while he maneuvers around equipment. 

Carter pushes away with the last road case and then there’s little to nothing left to do. 

“Thanks for your help. You seriously didn’t have to do that.” 

“It’s all good. I honestly miss doing some of the more hands-on stuff. It felt like riding a bike.” He gives you a genuine smile, his comment making you reconsider your preconceived notions of him. He seems to be a sweet guy despite his sizable ego and cocky presence. You brush your hands off on your thighs and offer Danny a grateful smile. As you do so, you feel the key to the van in your front pocket.

“Oh, shit. They’re probably out there waiting for me.” You jump into motion, heading for the door you came in through. Danny follows your quick footsteps with relaxed, large ones of his own, shifting to squeeze through the crowd with you. You’re surprised to find him behind you when you get out into the cold, but decide not to question it this time. You just smile and jog down the stairs. 

He proves to be incredibly helpful, lifting and stowing the heaviest items without more than the occasional grunt. Your eyes are constantly darting between your task at hand and his arms- the fabric of the athletic quarter zip he’s wearing is stretching around his biceps and it’s enough to make your heart pound. 

“You really didn’t have to do all that.” you murmur with a warm smile as Danny shuts the door. He lets out a big breath, his shoulders relaxing a little.

“It’s really nothing. I’m happy to help.” He goes on speaking but you’re distracted as you look over his shoulder, seeing your best friend and photographer over at her car, talking to a guy who’s within awfully close proximity. You can’t see his face, but he’s in a red beanie and a sweater. You have a feeling your plans to hang out after the show tonight are about to go to the wayside as you watch them talk and bump elbows. 

“It’s freezing out here. I’m gonna… head inside?” you say, a questioning lilt to your voice. You don’t directly ask him to come with you, but you assume he’s going to. 

“Yeah, let’s get you another drink. I lost track of it when you put it down on one of the amps.” he says, leading you back inside with a hand on the small of your back. 

You immediately feel nervous as you walk back through the door and a few pairs of eyes find you with Danny trailing almost too close behind. You worry they’ll think the worst, which you can’t imagine would be good for your possibly blossoming career, but he’s been charming and helpful thus far and it wouldn’t be fair to write him off. 

“I’m gonna find the bathroom. Don’t go anywhere, alright?” he says, leaning in close to say the words in your ear, making sure they’re heard despite the next band starting to warm up. You nod and he walks off while you search the kitchen for something to drink.

You crack open a can of beer and sip the foam that starts to bubble up. As you’re doing so, a petite dark haired girl approaches you. She seems young, her skin a striking olive shade. You swallow the foam in your mouth and lift your head.

“Hey...” she says, looking over her shoulder, then back at you.

“Hi!” you return, wiping your mouth. You go to speak again, intending to ask if she liked the show, but she cuts you off. She steps a little closer, since it’s incredibly loud.

“I just wanted to give you a heads up. About Danny?”

You retract a little, surprised that she thinks you need a warning. Had the two of you come across as having that much chemistry? You nod and lean forward again for her to continue.

“I’d just be careful with him if I were you. He really doesn’t have the best reputation, or a shred of respect for women. Don’t let him fool you.”

You scoff a laugh, a little annoyed and insulted that this girl thinks you don’t have good judgment or can’t fend for yourself. 

“Oh, great! Thanks for the tip!” you quip, watching her eyes cut just a touch, as you feel a hand brush across your lower back. 

“Tori…” his voice is smooth, as he takes his place next to you. “Can’t say I didn’t expect to see you here.” he pauses, dropping his hand from your back to step a little closer.  “You’re always just kind of… here, aren’t you?” He sips from his fresh drink as he waits for her response.

“Actually, Daniel, I was just leaving.” she replies, tossing her hair over her shoulder pretending to be unaffected. 

“Ouch, the government name…” he feigns hurt, pressing a hand to his chest.

“Well, thanks for coming out!” you say, an air of faux enthusiasm in your voice. She rolls her eyes subtly as she walks away, and you smile turning to face Danny who is wearing his own cheeky grin. 

“So, what were you two talking about?” he asks, peering over the edge of his beer can.

“Oh, she was just… complimenting the set, nothing really.” you lie, biting your lips together.

“Who, Tori? She probably hasn’t even stepped foot into the basement! She’s here for one thing and one thing only and it’s not the music, I can assure you.” he says with a huff of annoyance.

“Oh, can you? Assure me?” you smirk playfully. 

“No! Well, I mean, god. Okay yes, I can. But also, that’s not why I’m here, and it wasn’t that night either. Okay?” he stammers over his words, you’ve caught him in the act and you can tell this doesn't happen often. 

“I’m just messing with you.” you say, watching a blonde girl pat him on his back as she walks behind him. “Hi Danny…” her syrupy sweet voice says. 

 He turns to her to say hello before quickly turning back to you. “Sorry bout that.” he says, refocusing on your conversation, stepping a bit closer. 

Just as you go to speak, you hear someone call his name from across the room, grabbing his attention yet again. He lifts a hand and waves two fingers back at the girl, before lowering it back down and into his pocket.

You raise your eyebrows in question, and he lets his face grow a little softer. 

“I can let you get back to the party, I don’t want to keep you–”

“No, listen, you wanna…You wanna go somewhere else? Not here? A bar or something?” he asks, sincerity lining his voice. 

“I thought they were full of schmucks…” you quip. 

“They are…Never said I wasn’t one…” he smiles back with the raise of his brow.

“What’s wrong? You worried the ghosts of girlfriends’ past are gonna ruin your chances, here?” you quip, offering him a tiny wink.

“So you’re saying I do have a chance…” his eyes are shining in the dim house lights, a few stray curls falling from beneath his baby blue trucker hat. He bites his lip nervously waiting for your response and you can feel the butterflies swirling in your stomach from just his gaze alone.

“Mmm, I haven’t decided yet.” you answer, taking a pull from your beer.

“So let me take you for a drink, then. You can decide after if I’m really as bad as they say.” 

“Aren’t you even a little bit concerned about people talking? People have seen us together all night, and I’m sure half of Tori’s social circle knows at this point, and have found me on Instagram already.” you smirk. 

“No, fuck all those rumors. They are completely out of hand. People get mad when you cut them off. If they can’t talk to you, they’re gonna talk about you. It’s all they have. I don’t let it get to me, I know it’s not true.” he answers, and you feel a little surprised to hear something so noble come from him. 

You tap your finger to your chin pretending to decide, but you already know you’re going. You just don’t want him to know that yet.

“Where?” you question. 

“Somewhere in East? I know a few quieter places.” he answers, really trying his best, you can tell.

“Hmm… You’ll drive me home after?” you ask. 

“Of course. Just say yes, just one drink.” he pauses. “I’ll be on my best behavior.” he says, patting his hand over his heart.

You suck your teeth and pivot on the heel of your boot. “Alright, one…” 

He smiles, and you're positive that had he shown that perfect smile from the get go, you’d have been a goner from the jump. 

“Only because I live over there…” you smile. 

“Oh, no other reason?” he grins, sending you a wink. 

He places his hand on your back again, causing a shiver to run up your spine. You feel good walking out with him, despite the glares you can feel from across the room. He leads you through the crowd, heading towards the door but before you can reach it, a girl jumps out in front of you commanding your attention. You can tell she is drunk by the haziness of her eyes and the blush of her cheeks. Well, that and the drink sloshing out of her red solo cup. 

“I'm sooooo sorry t’bother you…” her words are slurring together and you know this is probably not the first time Danny has had to deal with this. 

“No no, no bother, what’s up? How are you?” he asks, his demeanor suddenly shifting. 

“I just– I have to tell you how much I love your music, it like literally changed my life…I’m like your biggest fan ever.” she slurs, falling over onto her starstruck friend. 

“That’s awesome, thank you so much for listening, we really appreciate you guys.” he answers. 

“Can we take a picture with you?” she asks, pulling her phone from her back pocket. You can tell he doesn’t want to, but he would never tell them that.

“Yeah, yeah no problem, hold on let me just–”

Before he can step closer to her, she is holding the phone up as she moves back, crashing into him and sending her drink flying. Danny is doused in the sticky liquid, what you think is probably vodka and Coke.

His pullover is soaked through, and you watch his jaw clench with anger. He stays calm, however, consoling the very embarrassed fan as if nothing ever happened. “It’s all good, no worries at all. Happens all the time. But hey, we were heading out, great to meet you.”

He quickly ushers you through the crowd, letting out a few mumbles of anger as you walk towards his car. 

“That really happen all the time?” you smirk, watching him smile as he shakes his head. 

“It’s usually not that messy. Literally and figuratively.” He says, clearly in a bit of a huff. He pulls out his keys and unlocks the Jeep that you know is his once the lights flash. You head to the passenger side and hop in, happy to be safe from the wind. You see him standing outside the door for a second, tapping his phone screen before holding it up to his ear. 

“Where’d you get off to?” He asks, his voice muffled. He opens the door, sliding into the driver’s seat as he listens to whoever is on the other line.

“I’m fine, yeah, just checking in. Didn’t know you left. You bag that chick you were chatting with?” He starts the car quickly once he realizes you’re cold, his hands messing with the dials and turning on the heat for you. You give him a little smirk at the locker room talk you’re sitting in on right now and hope he doesn’t say a word about you. He smirks as he goes to speak once more.

“Hell no. Neither is Jake. You’re stuck with Josh and his girl. So, have fun with that.” Danny says, getting adjusted and buckling his seatbelt. He laughs at whoever is on the other end of the phone and the sound of his laugh brings a little warmth to your otherwise freezing body. 

“Yeah, yeah. You too. See ya.” He hangs up and tosses his phone into the center console. When he’s done, he lifts his hand to push some hair behind his ear and there’s audible proof of how sticky it is. 

“Hang on,” he starts, shifting sideways to look at you as you buckle your seatbelt. “Can we actually stop at my place and have a drink first? I just… I need to change and maybe rinse this shit out of the ends of my hair.” He seems pretty annoyed and you feel for him, so you can’t help but nod. 

“Totally fine.” You smile in an attempt to quell a little bit of his anger bubbling up under the surface. 

He aggressively shifts into drive and all but peels out of the spot he’s parked in, probably leaving tracks in the grass of whoever’s house this is without a care. You smirk as he leans forward to look around the bend of the road before he pulls out and picks up a significant amount of speed. 

The song playing picks up where it must have left off when he arrived, and you think you recognize the familiar sound of the Foo Fighters. He turns it up a little as he starts to sing along, softly and maybe even subconsciously as he concentrates on the road. He’s a bit of a reckless driver, and you find your hand reaching for the handle on the door subtly. 

The chorus comes in and he drums along on the steering wheel as you approach some main roads, slowing down just a little. 

“Give me some rope, I'm coming loose, I’m pulling for you now…”

You smile as he seems to let go of whatever anger was brimming and his charming smile comes back as his enthusiasm grows. Eventually, after a particularly loud, “YEOW!” towards the end of the song, you have to let out a laugh. He glances over at you once he hears it, his eyes flickering between you and the road for a moment before he bites his tongue between his teeth in a playful way that makes your stomach flip. The song ends and another one starts, this one softer, a sweet melodic undercurrent as he drives. Danny taps his fingers softly against the wheel along with the melody like he’s listened to it a few times. 

You know the distance never made a difference to me…

It’s getting brighter as he drives, heading past the restaurants and bars lining the streets of Nashville, crowds and lines and not a single parking spot to be found. 

I swam a lake of fire, I’d have walked across the floor of any sea… 

You listen, not feeling the need to make any conversation, taking these little insights into his taste in music and running with them, putting the pieces together. You find these tidbits more valuable than if he were to outright start talking about himself directly to you. 

As you steal glances at him, you look around his car too. There are a few rubber ducks on the dashboard. One is a leprechaun, another is solid blue. There’s a bigger one that’s white with cherries. There’s one you think is Frankenstein, but you can’t quite tell. 

He has some chapstick in the center console under his phone, a stick of Palmer’s cocoa butter lip balm. He has a friendship bracelet tied to the wrist closest to you, and the opposite has a thin gold bracelet and a smart watch of some sort. His jeans have a little faded indent that shows where he usually keeps his phone.

He flips on his blinker and pulls onto a side street, driving slower now through the suburban streets. As he pulls into his driveway, he turns the music down a little, looking at you while he shifts into park. 

He reaches for his phone, then the chapstick. He puts some on quickly and then offers it to you, holding on to the cap. You accept, swiping on a little before wordlessly handing it back. He secures the cap and then speaks. 

“Shall we?” 

You open the car door and jump out, fixing your clothes briefly before closing it behind you. He wraps a warm arm around you as he leads the way down the pathway to the front door of his house. 

“God, it’s fucking freezing.” He says, eventually taking his arm back so he can use both hands to put the key in and turn the knob.

As you wait for him to unlock his front door you can smell the sticky sweetness radiating from his clothes, mixing with the masculine scent of his cologne. He smells warm and clean and you want to bury your face into him to escape the cold. The wind is whipping your hair around, and cutting through the fabric of your corset top, sending shivers through your body. He pushes the door open and you’re instantly met with the heat of his home, bathed in warm amber lighting. 

He flips a few light switches and plugs his keys into a Marshall key rack, before kicking his shoes off and locking the door. He takes off his hat, and peels off his liquor covered pull over, giving you the smallest glimpse of the dark hair peeking from the top of his jeans. He tosses it onto his kitchen counter and it's then you see the thick black bands inked across his bicep. His t-shirt is tight across his chest, adorned with birds and a sunset motif, as he reaches for his hat, placing it back on top of his dark curls letting out a sigh of relief before looking at you. 

“So, drinks. What do you um– What would you like? I think I can make most anything.” he says, walking over to a small wooden bar cart against the wall. You unzip your boots and leave them at his front door, happy to finally have them off after all this time.

“Anything?” you ask, leaning your hip into his kitchen counter. “How confident are you in your mixology skills?”

He gives you a smug grin, “I’d say I’m pretty confident. I’ve been known to pour up a drink or two. No complaints so far.”

“Can you make a Martini? A good one?” you ask, pushing off the counter and walking over towards him. 

“Vodka or Gin?” he asks, sliding both of the bottles from their respective places. “Wait, are you a dirty girl?”

You send him a self righteous smile and lean against the cabinet next to him. “What do you think?”

“Okay. So, Gin it is.” he says, twisting the lid from the bottle. 

“Lucky guess.” you answer, watching him walk to the fridge to retrieve a jar of olives. He grabs a cocktail shaker and a few ice cubes on his way back to the bar cart, setting the items down to begin the process. You watch intently as he adds the Gin and Vermouth to the shaker, adding a healthy splash of olive brine to the silver cup. He places the lid on top of the shaker and starts to shake the mixture together over the ice. His arms flex as he does so, and you can’t seem to take your eyes off of him and his perfectly tanned complexion. 

After a few seconds he stops, pulling the frosty lid off and straining the mixture into two waiting martini glasses. He works precariously to skewer a few olives through toothpicks, dropping them into the glasses and extending the first one out to you. 

You take a sip from the cold glass, tasting the saltiness on your tongue. 

“Well, dirty enough for you?” he asks, sipping from his own.

“Mmhm. Just right.” you murmur. 

He leads you over to his couch, a firm black leather number with a few throw pillows and a blanket or two strewn about. You both sit, sipping at your drinks as he reaches over to grab a remote, turning on a stereo system that's clearly wired through the whole house. 

“Any preference?” he asks, pulling out his phone.

“Surprise me.” 

Music starts to play through the house, something much softer than you expected based on what he’d played in the car. You definitely didn’t take him for a folk rock kind of guy, but the more you think about it, he’s been full of surprises all night. 

You can feel your chest growing warm as the gin works its way into your bloodstream. His cheeks are a little more pink than they were, and since the removal of his jacket you notice his arms are a little flushed too. 

You look around his living room, noticing pictures on the wall of what you can only assume are his bandmates and he in various cities and countries. A few framed albums hang on the wall along with some artwork for color. However, the entire back wall of his living room is lined with guitars. 

“You play guitar…” the words slip out of your mouth before you can stop them. 

“Yeah, yeah. I do. Was my first instrument, though now I’m a drummer. Guitar was really my first love. What about you? How long you been playing?” he asks. 

“Oh, since I was eleven. Got one for Christmas and my parents got me some lessons. Just kinda clicked you know?” you answer, “Which uh– which one is your favorite?” you ask, gesturing your glass towards the guitars hanging. 

“Oooh, probably– Um, probably the yellow one, far left. I find myself reaching for it the most. Good little thing, lots of power if you know how to wield it.” he answers, sipping from his glass. 

You nod and look back at him, “So you love guitar but you’re the drummer?” you ask. 

“Yeah, I know, sounds backwards but, my brother, Jake, he’s…He’s way better than I’ll ever be. I fit on drums, you know? It works for us. Obviously.” he laughs, a dimple peeking out on his cheek. 

“Yeah, yeah I understand I almost played bass in my band.” you quip, tossing back the rest of your drink. You pull the toothpick of olives from the glass and pop one into your mouth.

“Are these blue cheese olives?” you ask. 

“They are, yeah. I like them in a Martini.” he answers confidently. 

“They’re really good. I love olives.” you reply, setting your glass on the coffee table. 

“So, you had your one drink. It’s the moment of truth…”

“Hmm… Might need another to make a really good solid decision, you know?” you say playfully, resting your head on the couch cushion and letting your eyes flick up to meet his. 

“I think I could do that…” he says, snatching your glass from the table and returning to the bar cart. 

“You know, you guys sounded really good up there. I was into it. I’m glad we got there when we did.” he says, shaking the silver shaker. 

“We?” you ask, wondering who he left at the show.

“Oh, yeah. I came with my buddy Sam. The one on the phone earlier. He’s the bass player in our band.” he says, pouring up the drinks. 

“I see, so you left him there...” you joke. 

“You heard for yourself he seemed preoccupied…” he laughs, and he’s right, he definitely sounded busy. 

“So you two are like, best friends outside of the band?” you ask, accepting the glass from his hand as he rejoins you on the couch, a little closer this time. He grabs a thick blue blanket from the back of the couch and tosses it to you with a gentle smile as he answers your question. 

“Yeah, I mean we were best friends before the band ever really existed. Just kind of solidified our friendship. Been quite a few years of craziness together.”

“And the others…They’re all brothers, right? Or is that just a rumor?” you ask.

“Yeah, all brothers, twins and then Sam who is a couple years younger. My age.” he says, sipping from his glass with a loud exhale. 

“Is that…weird?” you ask, a little hesitantly. 

“Not at all. I’m practically their brother too. Known ‘em my whole life. Wouldn’t be able to do this crazy on the go life with anyone but them, I think.” he says, letting his walls down just enough to let you peek in. 

“How many months out of the year do you guys tour?”

“Shit, a lot. We’re gone more than we’re home these days. Probably eight or nine I’d say. Either in the US, Europe, Mexico… Fuckin’ everywhere now. It’s crazy.” he says, staring off into the distance, his eyes locked on the small flame flickering in his electric fireplace.

“So you guys are pretty famous then...Touring that long… Even have random girls spilling their drinks on you at parties just for a single photo…” you wink. 

“Oh, do I detect a hint of jealousy from Miss Y/N?” he asks. 

“No, I’m not jealous… I mean, I’m the one sitting on your couch drinking Martini’s aren’t I?”

He laughs and shakes his head, tipping his drink to his lips. “I had to work for it, but… you sure are, sweetheart.”

“Did you think I wasn’t gonna say yes to drinks?” you ask, your eyes locking in on him as the alcohol swirls through your system. You can tell he’s feeling it too, letting himself become a little more flirty. 

“Wasn’t sure, was kinda touch and go there for a minute. I hoped you would agree. Could hardly take my eyes off of you all night. Saw you and… Yeah, I just had to talk to you.”

“You use that line on all the girls?” you ask, sipping the last of the frosty drink. 

“No, guys too, I don’t play favorites.” he smirks, biting the olive off of his toothpick with a wink. 

Fuck…

You smile and nod, biting your lip between your teeth as you feel color rush to your cheeks. 

“How does it feel?” he asks, his eyes trained on your lips, watching as you release it. 

“What?” you breathe.

He swallows harshly, “Nothin’...Nevermind.” he says, shaking the thoughts from his mind. “Well, drink two…Have you made up your mind yet? Am I as bad as they say? Are you dying to get out of here?” he asks, running his tongue over his bottom lip. He’s inched a little closer to you and you can feel the warmth radiating off of his body. 

“What if I say yes?” you ask, leaning forward just a touch.

He repositions himself, taking your glass and placing it with his on the table. He moves a little closer, mirroring your body as he rests his head on his hand on the back of the couch. 

“Well, then I’ll get us some water, get my head on straight, and take you home. Is that what you want?” he asks, his dark eyes boring into yours as he tilts his chin down.

“And if I say no?” you answer. 

“If you say no, then I…Make us another drink and we can keep talking and…see what happens…” he says, his voice trailing off, hoping you will take that option, and there’s no doubt in your mind which option you’re going to pick.

“What were you thinking about a minute ago? …Tell me.” you say, pulling your legs up and tucking them under you. 

He rubs his hand over his chin, nodding his head in agreement. “Your lips.”

“What about them?” you ask, feeling your heart start to pound.

“I don’t know, they’re just pretty. Wanted to know how it felt… watching you bite them.” he admits. He grins, unabashed. “Your turn…What’re you thinking about?” he asks. 

“I’m thinking…another drink.” He grins when he realizes you’ve made your decision. 

“I’ll make you another drink… But only if you tell me what you and Tori were actually talking about.” he counters as he stands, grabbing both of your glasses. As he walks away, you snicker softly. 

“Why do I feel like you already know?” you ask, standing to follow him to the kitchen island. He shrugs, his broad shoulders flexing a little in a way that catches your eye. You walk by him, exploring his kitchen. 

“I’m certain I was the subject, but something tells me her interpretation of what happened between her and I has become a bold departure from the truth…” he muses in a smooth voice as he pours. 

“It was a warning really…” you begin, standing in front of his refrigerator. There’s one pizza menu, a mostly unused magnetic notepad, and some photos. “She was letting me know that you’re very charming and convincing, but underneath it all, you apparently have zero respect for women.” 

He chuckles as he gently places the olive skewers in your drinks, unbothered by the retelling of Tori’s dramatic warning. You look at the photos on his fridge, realizing that most of them are of his family. They look pretty wholesome. 

“Tori and I ended badly because I felt that she was a bit too… immature, emotionally. She puts a lot of stock into social media and status and things like that, which just isn’t how I am. My life is on display enough already.” He says truthfully, pushing your drink towards you. 

“You have a sister?” You ask, looking over your shoulder, then back to their Old Navy catalog-esque family photos. 

“I do, yeah. She's my best friend… much to Sam’s dismay.” He says, sipping from his own glass and retreating to the couch. 

“That’s sweet…You two seem really close.” you say as you turn to grab your drink, following him as he takes a seat. 

“I’m not all bad.” 

He looks up at you, a devilish smirk on his lips. He tugs the brim of his hat a little, as if he wants to see you better. Taking a big gulp of your drink, you remove the olives and hold the toothpick between two fingers. 

“C’mere,” he murmurs, shifting his hips a little so his thighs are spread wide on the couch and patting his thigh. You flush from the combination of his eyes on you and the alcohol hitting your system. You put your glass down, figuring you’ve had enough, and delicately straddle him where he sits. Watching as he takes a sip of his own drink, you let out a little huff.

“Oh, I didn’t get to eat my olives.” you say, a little disappointed, turning to reach for your drink. 

“Here.” Danny’s voice is suddenly delicate as he speaks. You look back into his eyes and he’s got his own toothpick between his fingers. “Open.”

You open your mouth tentatively, then bite down on the bottom olive once it’s in far enough. He pulls the toothpick away and you chew gingerly, your smile a little coy. 

“S’good?” He asks, his voice still soft. You nod your head. “I feel like olives are hit or miss for a lot of people.”

“I love a good salty treat…” you say with a shrug, which earns you a boisterous chuckle from him. 

“You were a tough nut to crack but… you’re pretty fun.” He says, watching as you take a sip of his drink to wash the olive down since you can’t reach your own. You smile, your eyes slightly narrowed, wordlessly confirming that yeah, you’re fun when you want to be. 

As if he sees you’ve gotten a little bit of a big head over it, he decides to trip you up. He leans back and puts his drink on the end table before he speaks. 

“Why don’t you come a little closer and give me a kiss? I know you’ve been thinking about it.”

You lick your lips, a little nervous. He’s telling you to make the first move.

“Let me just get my pen…” you say, looking around. 

“What?” He looks genuinely confused. 

“Oh, for the NDA. Right?” 

As soon as you deliver the punchline, he’s pulling you in for a hungry kiss so fast you barely get a laugh out. His massive hand is on the back of your neck to keep you in place while the other has a grip on your forearm, again, keeping you in place. You moan softly in surprise but let yourself lean into him, steadying yourself on his chest with your free hand. You feel how damp his shirt still is from the drink he had poured on him. 

His lips are perfectly soft, reminding you of the chapstick he so graciously shared with you in the car. You tug softly on the grip he has in your forearm and he releases it, allowing you to push up for a breath of air. 

He, however, doesn’t seem to need any. He quickly buries his face in your neck, his mouth latching onto your throat, his tongue pulling the delicate skin between his teeth before he bites down with a bit of force. You can’t help the way your hips roll forward, your mouth releasing a sound you don’t even recognize. 

“Yeah?” He says, his smirk audible. 

“…Yeah.” 

He does it again and again, moving down your neck towards your clavicle, then the fullest part of each of your tits, leaving red bites and splotches as he goes. You’re breathless by the time he looks back up at you, his lips swollen and his eyes a little wild. He grins, his perfect, sharp teeth flashing in the dim light of his living room. 

You capture him in another kiss, this time lacing your fingers in his hair, carefully making sure not to pull at any of his perfect curls. You feel a little bit of the stickiness from the spill earlier and pull your hand away gently as hair gets stuck to your fingers. He breaks the kiss, taking a few shallow breaths as you watch the way his chest rises and falls. 

“…I’m a fuckin’ mess. What do you say to helping me wash this out of my hair?” He mumbles, his eyes looking over you in a way that implies he knows you’re going to say yes. 

“Oh, yeah. It looks like a two person job. I’m happy to help.”  You giggle softly before he pecks you on the lips. You lift from his lap, feeling your balance waver slightly as you get your footing. He’s on his feet quickly, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind to steady you. 

“Think you’ll make it up the stairs?” He jokes, his voice soft, his lips against the shell of your ear. You laugh as he squeezes tight around you, leaning your head against his.

“You do make a strong drink… but I’ll be okay.” 

He kisses your cheek, sending you forward with a quick smack on your ass. 

You ascend the stairs, Danny following close behind. You can feel his eyes on you as you reach the top, and turning over your shoulder only confirms it. He looks up and meets your eyes, giving you a guilty smile.

He puts a gentle, possessive hand on the back of your neck as he guides you into his bedroom. It’s dark until he flips on the lights, the switch controlling two lamps on either side of his bed. He doesn’t stop there, though, continuing to guide you towards the bathroom.

Once inside, you’re met with a sparkling clean bathroom, an impressive shower that’s about as big as your bedroom, and a dual basin sink. He turns you around for another kiss, this time sucking your bottom lip into his mouth, his teeth biting softly into the skin. When he hears the whimper it conjures from deep in your chest, he does it again with more enthusiasm before breaking the kiss and leaving you wanting more. 

He steps into the large open concept shower, flicking the handle to start the water. There's chill bumps spreading across his skin from the coldness of the water and the tile beneath his feet. He walks back out as you lean against the bathroom wall, watching him as he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing a fairly chiseled physique. His skin is pretty tan for February but you chalk it up to traveling and don’t think much of it. 

He presses the button on a portable speaker hanging from a towel hook behind you, powering it on. He slides his phone from his pants pocket and turns on the same music that was playing downstairs, before tossing his phone onto the counter and stepping over to a closet to grab another towel. He hangs it on the hook next to his and you wish that the sight didn’t make your cheeks grow warm. 

Steam starts to rise from the streams of water in the shower, and as you remember just how cold it is outside, you shiver wanting nothing more than to be standing under the scalding hot water. He breaks your trance by stepping in front of you, sliding his hand around your neck and pulling you in for a kiss. He pulls your bottom lip away from your teeth as he pulls away from you, releasing it with a grin. He runs his warm hands over your arms, feeling the chill bumps that have taken up residency. 

“You cold, sweetheart? You wanna get warmed up?” he asks, sliding them back up to your shoulders. His fingers hook into the the straps of your top, pulling them down over your shoulders to rest gently on your arms. 

“Yeah, got any ideas?” you answer playfully, toying with the button on his jeans. You free the button from the hole, and slide his zipper down before pulling them away. 

“A few right off the top of my head. Why don’t you take this off for me…” he says, sliding his finger down the center of your top. You reach for the zipper on the side, slowly pulling it down until the fabric breaks free. You let it fall to the tile floor, leaving you in just your black jeans. His eyes dart down to your chest and he sucks in a deep breath before letting his eyes meet yours. They are darker, deeper, and completely blown out with lust. 

He lets his knuckles just barely graze over your skin as they travel up your stomach and over your sternum, sliding across your collarbone and down around the fullness of your tits. His thumb just lightly grazes over your nipple, feeling the pebbled flesh beneath his finger tip.  

Your eyes flick to his lips, full and pouty as his fingers trace over your skin. You let your hands wrap around his torso as you press your lips to his, feeling his hands grip into your chest, with a firm squeeze. A whimper leaves your mouth and you can feel the smile on his lips. 

“These too?” he says, sliding his hand to the button on your jeans. 

“Mmhm…” you hum, letting him pop the button. You shimmy out of the tight black pants, just your thong between you and his hands now. 

“Red…How festive.” he snarks, sucking hard into your neck again. You roll your eyes but he can’t see, still it makes you feel better.

You slide your fingers into the front of his open jeans, silently asking him to join you. He pulls his pink lips away from your skin and kicks his jeans off, pausing and looking at you for a moment before sliding his dark colored boxers over his hips and down to the floor. Your eyes don’t leave his, but from your peripheral you can see that he is fully hard, and hanging heavily between the two of you. 

You swallow thickly, and he seems to notice, letting a smug grin spread across his face as he licks his lips. 

“Still a bit uneven, hm?” he says, hooking his fingers into the sides of your thong, and sinking to his knees before sliding them over your hips. When they hit the floor you step out of them, kicking them to the side. You feel his hands slide up the front of your legs, circling around to rest at the back of your thighs as a deep hum leaves his chest. 

His lips connect with your hip bone, kissing and sucking at the skin until a deep purple mark is left behind. You can feel yourself practically dripping with want for him, and you know if you two don’t get into the shower quickly, he will be your undoing without even properly touching you. 

He stands, grabbing your hand and pulling you into his large stone tiled shower, a freestanding tub just to the side. The second the water hits your skin you let out an audible groan, the goosebumps quickly disappearing. 

“Yeah? Not too hot?” he asks, pulling you under the spray. 

“Not hot enough…” you quip, raising an eyebrow. 

“Any hotter and we’ll descend into hell, babe.” he laughs, twisting the handle a bit further. 

As he steps under the spray to wet his hair you take the time to look at him. The subtle contours of his body, the way his muscles ripple as he moves, the stretch of his tattoo as he rakes his hands through his curls. Your eyes flick to his groin, taking in the sheer size of him, and of course you’re caught in the act. 

“S’not polite to stare…” he smirks. “You wanna hand me that body wash right there?” he asks, nodding his head to a shelf of products. You grab the amber colored bottle, ready to hand it to him but instead squirting the masculine smelling shower gel into your own palm. 

You rub it between both of your hands before pressing them both to his abs, starting to slide the soapy bubbles across his skin. “This okay?” you ask, locking eyes with him. 

“Fuck yeah, baby.” 

You continue sliding your hands around his body, traveling up and around his broad shoulders before sliding back down his slender frame. He presses his tongue into his cheek every time your hands slide a little further down, and after a few teasing attempts you let your hand circle around his fully hardened cock. 

He swallows heavily as you slide your soapy fist up and down his shaft, your eyes never leaving his. 

“Yeah baby, just like that, feels so good. C’mere…” he pleads, pulling your face to his and pressing his lips to yours. His tongue swipes against your lips before pressing into your mouth, your tongues playing a game of cat and mouse as your hand continues to work him. He groans as he pulls away from you, letting the water wash over him and rinse away the suds. You press a kiss to his chest, sucking the skin into your teeth to leave a mark of your own, but he stops you, pulling you away with a smirk. 

“No, no, no…Can’t this time, gotta wear a sheer shirt in three days. Gonna have to mark somewhere you can’t see.”  he says, tilting your chin up with his thumb. 

You purse your lips together before raising a brow. You sink down to your knees, feeling him brush your wet hair away from your face. You grip his cock in your fist once again as he leans against the cold tile behind him, his hand coming to rest in your hair. 

You lean forward, pressing a wet kiss to the tip of his dick, locking eyes with him before letting him slide past your lips and into your mouth. His jaw clenches as you stroke him, letting your tongue slide up and down the underside of his cock as the water pours down around the two of you. You slide your hand up his thigh, cupping his balls in your free hand as you take him as far down as you can. You swallow around him, and his hips jerk forward, a groan leaving his chest. 

You blink up at him, and seeing that he’s enjoying this is making you all the more aroused. His eyes flutter closed and you whine around him, causing his eyes to fly back open. 

“Oh, you want me to watch you, baby?” he asks, his hand gripping into your wet hair. You blink at him as the wet sounds of your mouth echo in the large shower. 

He clicks his tongue, “Of course you want me to watch you. I saw you on the stage tonight…Everyone fawning over you. Feels good doesn’t it, sweetheart? Having everyone’s eyes on you? It’s addicting huh, baby?” he pauses, jerking his hips forward, earning him a gag from your throat. “Fuck… It gets better you know… Bigger crowds, more people, more pressure. People fucking dying to meet you everywhere you go. My eyes are on you now baby. You’ve got my full attention.”

He fucks into your mouth again, a grunt leaving his chest as his words falter. Water is dripping from the ends of his hair down onto your face as his eyes stay locked on yours. “You looked so fuckin’ hot on the stage tonight, but you’re so goddamn pretty right here just for me.”

He slides his hand from your hair and cups your jaw, letting his thumb and fingers press into the hollows of your cheeks. You’re positive he can feel his cock sliding against his fingers as he moves in your mouth, and you feel like you might cum from this alone. 

“Fuck…” he groans, pulling himself from your mouth and quickly grabbing your hand to pull you up from your sore knees. 

“But I wanted–”

“Don’t worry baby, you’re gonna get exactly what you want…” he says, pulling you under the spray to warm you body for just seconds before spinning you around to face away from him. He pulls you tightly to his chest, his hard cock resting just beneath your ass. His right hand slides around to your front, his fingers sliding between your folds, feeling the wetness collected there. 

“You sweet little thing, you like sucking my cock?” he asks, swirling two fingers over your clit. “Answer me.” he says, before sinking his teeth into your shoulder. You jump at the contact and you feel a rush of wetness sweep over you. 

“Yes…” you breathe, unable to form a coherent sentence. You want him to do it again. You want it harder. 

“You did so good, might let you do it again…” he says, sliding his middle finger inside of you. 

“Oh goddamn, you’re so tight…” he groans, adding another finger as his palm works over top of your clit. 

“Danny…” you breathe, feeling your nerves come alive. 

“Yeah? You want more?” he asks, your heavy breathing echoing in the shower. 

“Bite me… Again…” you beg, “Please…”

“Oh, so sweet with your tight pussy and your manners.” he taunts.

His lips brush against the juncture of your neck and shoulder, pressing a hot, open mouthed kiss to the skin, letting his tongue swipe over it before sinking his teeth into you again. 

“Oh, fuck…” you cry out, clenching around his fingers as his tongue laps against the fresh bite mark. 

“Yeah? You like that? Want me to mark you all up, claim you as mine?” he asks, “Your pussy says yes, but what does that sweet mouth say?”

“Again…” you beg.

A hum leaves his chest, “Step forward, put your hands on the edge of the tub for me, gorgeous.” he says, pulling his fingers from you, and smacking your ass with his wet hand. 

You grip your hands into the white porcelain, feeling him step up behind you, admiring the red handprint he left behind seconds ago. You feel his hands grip into your ass, rubbing over the round flesh before sinking to his knees behind you. You feel his breath hot against your core, a shiver of anticipation settling deep within your bones. 

His hands grip into the meat of your thighs before his mouth connects with your core, his hot tongue lapping at your entrance. The sounds echoing off the walls are lewd, but the euphoria washing over your body is all consuming. His tongue flicks over your clit and you find yourself arching your back to grant him easier access. His hand travels up the inside of your thigh, his thumb finding your clit and flicking across it as his tongue toys with your opening. You groan into the empty tub below you, your knees growing weaker with every movement of his tongue. 

“Danny…” you plead, knowing your orgasm is approaching. 

The wet sounds of his tongue on your pussy are growing louder, and with a particularly loud suck you find yourself screaming his name. He hums against you as your legs start to shake, feeling his lips pull away from you and move to the inside of your thigh, he presses a kiss to the sensitive skin, before again sinking his teeth into you. 

Lighting strikes through your body, and you know your release is within reach. He runs his tongue up the inside of your thigh, pressing a kiss to the tender bite before returning his mouth to your core. 

“Danny…Danny please… please…” you beg.

You feel him smile against you, “You sound like my fans, baby…You don’t have to beg…” he pauses, sucking your clit into his mouth.

He brings both of his hands to your ass, squeezing the skin as he lets his teeth gently graze your clit, sending you straight over the edge. A string of indiscernible curses leave your mouth, strung together beautifully with his name woven inbetween. 

He holds you against the tub, not letting your body crash to the ground as it so badly wants to do. He works you through your release, his tongue slowing as he feels you start to come down. 

“Guess I know how it feels to be on the receiving end of a rockstar cumming on your face…” he jokes, running his nose up your spine as he stands behind you. 

You huff out a laugh, still trying to catch your breath. “Yeah?” you pause, “And which end do you prefer…”

“This one.” he says, delivering a harsh smack to your ass cheek. You yelp in surprise, and feel another rush of wetness to your core. 

He kisses your shoulder again, breathing in deeply as he fists his cock behind you. “Wanna fuck you, baby…”

“Last chance for that NDA…” you joke, quickly feeling him press you back down onto the ledge of the bathtub, the head of his cock brushing at your entrance. He presses into you, sliding in quickly from the wetness accumulated. 

Your once playful demeanor has rapidly changed gears at the fullness you feel inside you. You tighten around him as you feel his groin pressed to your ass, the coarse pubic hair at his base brushing against your opening. 

His hand rests on your shoulder as you feel him start to pull out just long enough to slam back into you. 

“Oh, fuck…” he breathes, the tightness of your pussy suddenly a little too much for him. He slides his hand down your back, both hands now gripping into your hips as he moves in and out of you, setting a fairly quick pace. 

Your tits bounce against your chest as your hands grip into the tub, whines floating from your lips as his cock crashes into your cervix. You gasp each time, and you think that's what's spurring him on, but by this point he knows that you may possess a few masochistic tendencies.

“Goddamn you’re so gorgeous, perfect fuckin’ body, perfect tight pussy…” he grunts, the hot water still streaming down over the two of you. 

“Tell me what you want.” he demands, “Want you to cum on my cock.”

“Harder. More…” you plead, the sound of your wet bodies slapping together, inching you both closer. 

He leans over you, his hands sliding up your back to rest on your arms. You feel his lips trail up your spine, kissing into the soft skin at the juncture of your neck. “Yeah, you want more?” he growls against you, biting into your skin harder than he has. 

You feel his perfect teeth sink into you, the harsh sting sizzling through you like fire. He groans into your neck with his lips still attached to you and you feel a rush of warmth trickle down your skin. A drop of crimson red blood drips onto the tile below you, quickly washing down the drain.  

A whine leaves your chest, the pressure in your groin building as his tongue laps over the broken skin, hot and wet. His hips snap into you a little harder and a little tighter, and it’s evident to you that maybe he has a few kinks of his own. 

You feel a rivulet of blood trickling down your back, his hand coming up to spread it across your wet skin for only him to see, that is until his hand grips into the white porcelain next to yours. His hand is tinted red, and as he pulls it away to grip back into your hips, it’s a smear of bloody fingerprints that's left behind.

“Fuck…I’m– Hold on to the tub, don’t let go.” he says, spreading his stance a little wider behind you, but bringing one foot up to the edge of the tub for leverage. He drives his hips into you harder, a groan leaving his chest with each pointed thrust. “Baby…” you whine, only thoughts of him floating through your mind. 

“Yeah…Come on…” he grunts, his hair dripping onto your back. 

“I’m–”

“Yeah, give it to me. Cum for me so fuckin’ sweet and pretty, god I love it…” he says through gritted teeth. 

“Danny–” you warn, fluttering against him. 

“Yeah right, there, oh fuck…” he whines, as you clench around him.

A loud cry leaves your mouth, his cock still working against your g-spot as you fall apart around him. You feel like you're floating around the room in a thousand pieces, falling back down perfectly into place as he moves inside of you. 

“Danny…” you breathe. 

“So fuckin’ beautiful, gonna cum, baby… You want that? You want my cum?” he asks, his hips starting to stutter.

“Please, yes… My mouth… In my mouth, I want you…” you plead. 

“In your mouth…Fuck…” he says, still pumping into you. “I want your pussy so fucking bad baby, but god you’re so pretty with my cock in your mouth.” he pauses, “Fuck it, get on your knees.” he says, pulling out of you, and continuing to rapidly stroke his glistening, wet cock. 

You drop to your knees again, ready to take what you were promised earlier. You pull him into your mouth, your eyes rolling back in your head as you fill your throat full of him. 

“Mother fucker…” he groans, snapping his hips into you. His hand reaches down palming at your tits, rolling your nipple between his fingers. You whine against his cock, and that pushes him to his finish. He swiftly pulls himself from your mouth, pumping his fist over his cock as you peer up at him with your mouth open, and your tongue presented to him. 

“You want my cum, fuck… Take it… Fuckin’ take it.” he grunts, his hot release shooting into your mouth, landing on your tongue. It drips from your lips, rolling down your chin in bitter salty streams, and as he stares at you with a heaving chest you know that both of you need more of each other. Your mouth is full, his hot cum dripping down your chest as he releases his cock from his hand. 

He cups your chin, rubbing his thumb over your cheek with a smirk, before letting it drift into your open mouth, nodding at you to close your lips around it. You close your swollen lips and swallow down his cum with a flutter of your eye lids. It's warm as it slides down your throat, the taste of him unique, causing you to hum. Your tongue toys with his thumb and he pulls it from your lips with a pop. 

He drags his thumb up your throat and over your chin, collecting the drip that had fallen, before returning his thumb to your lips, and smearing it across the puffy pink skin. You lick your lips in response, and you watch as he crouches down in front of you, meeting you at eye level. 

He presses his lips to yours, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth, tasting the remnant of himself on your skin. His hand settles on the side of your neck, pulling you in a little closer and deepening the kiss before pulling away. 

He stares at you with a satisfied smile, and you’re sure you’re looking just as blissed out as he is. 

“Stay here, tonight.” he breathes, rubbing his thumb over your throat. 

“You sure?” you ask, placing your hand on his wrist. 

“I’ll wash your hair and we can order a pizza?” he smiles, trying to sweeten the deal, as if you’ll say no. 

“With pineapple? Or is that a deal breaker…” you counter. 

He smiles his perfect smile and kisses your forehead, helping you stand and escorting you back to the streaming hot water. 

—

After an ironic heart shaped pizza, with pineapple, a glass of red wine and a few laughs, you find yourself being ushered back upstairs with the swat of his hand. He leads you into his bedroom before disappearing back into his bathroom, his queen size bed perfectly made with fluffy beige sheets and feather pillows, and you want nothing more than to melt into them. He was kind enough to lend you a t-shirt and a pair of sweats after your shower, but as you make your way towards the bed you find yourself wanting to slip out of the clothes all together. You kick off the sweats and are left in just his t-shirt and a pair of his boxers.

He emerges from the bathroom, his curls disheveled around his face without any product to keep them together. “I uh, I don’t know if you want this… I dug around in my cabinet and found this from the last time I went to the dentist, but it’s new, and I am honestly shocked I found it, but it’s all yours if you want it.” he stammers, offering you a toothbrush. 

You take it from his hands, pulling it from the cardboard packaging as you follow him into the bathroom. He places himself in front of the sink, grabbing his black electric toothbrush, and the tube of toothpaste. He wets his toothbrush, and unscrews the lid, ready to squirt the paste onto his brush, but stopping and turning to you first. You hold out the toothbrush and let him squeeze a line of toothpaste onto the bristles, giving him a smile before he turns back to his own. 

You stare at yourself in the mirror as you brush your teeth, reading the letters ‘CME’ on the gray t-shirt, and smiling because you’ve always wanted to go there. You catch his eyes in the mirror, watching him brush his own teeth, wiggling his eyebrows at you as he stands in just his black sweatpants. Your eyes flick down to the V of his waist and you find yourself brushing a little harder as you recall the events of the evening. 

He smiles around his foamy toothbrush, likely having the same thoughts, before turning the water on to spit into the sink. You do the same, rinsing your mouth with water and placing the brush on the counter.

“Do you want me to toss this in the morning or…” you ask. 

“Oh, no, you can uh… You can just use it next time I guess. I can keep it here or something.”

“What makes you think there’ll be a next time?” you snark, raising your eyebrows in challenge. Your eyes suddenly catch sight of the bloody handprint left on his pristine white tub, and your breath catches in your throat. 

“Should I call my lawyer back? I already had him working on that NDA.” he says through a laugh, turning off the bathroom light and smacking your ass as you cross the threshold into his bedroom. 

He pulls down the comforter, letting you slide into the ice cold sheets before sliding in after you. You shiver a little, but not for long. He snakes his arm beneath you, wrapping it around your shoulder, and pulling you to lay half way on top of him. He twists his legs with yours, and you can feel his semi hard dick hiding just beneath his sweats. You raise an eyebrow at him, and he laughs. 

“I’m not sorry, who knew you would be so fucking cute brushing your teeth in my t-shirt?” You roll your eyes and lay your head down, the amber glow of his lamp illuminating the room.

“I mean it, though. I’d like to do this again.” His voice is almost boyish as he looks over at you from his side of the bed. You grin, nodding in agreement as your heavy eyelids make your blinks long and slow.

He grabs his phone from the nightstand, and turns down the brightness. As he unlocks his phone you see the background is a photo of his mom, his sister, and himself, on a beach somewhere. 

“They don’t live here…” you ask, but it’s not a question. You already know the answer.

“No.” he answers, his voice solemn. “They’re in Michigan.”

“You miss them.”

“Yeah, but I’ll see them soon. I think they’re gonna come down for a show. Just been too long this time. Gonna take my dad golfing, I think.” he says, opening his texts, and though you're trying not to look, you can’t help but notice that his inbox that you assumed would be full of unsaved numbers and girls names, isn’t. In fact there’s hardly any. 

He clicks on an unread message, laughing as he reads it. 

Jake

7:05pm: You still coming over later?

Jake

8:11pm: You prick how the fuck do you have plans, we aren’t even supposed to be here

Jake

9:17pm: Nevermind 😎

“How many friends did you ditch tonight?” you laugh. 

“Ehhhh, listen… Jake– He– I would have been stuck there until 3 in the morning if I went, I much prefer how my night turned out.” he giggles, sending back a skull emoji.

He opens the next thread and sighs, clearing his throat and rubbing his fist into his eye as he responds. 

Sista ✨

9:34pm: Happy Valentine’s Day, miss you! Love you & see you soon!

Danny

1:04am: Happy Valentine’s day, love you 💐

You feel your heart warm a little at the message, and you realize that maybe these girls that warned you, really didn’t know him like they thought they did. Sure he has a bit of an ego, maybe he’s a little cocky, but you kinda like it. He gives you a run for your money, and apart from the insanely hot sex earlier, he’s been a perfect gentleman. Kinda the best of both worlds if you think about it.

He locks his phone and tosses it on his nightstand, rolling over to his side and pulling you into his chest. You can smell the body wash you washed him with earlier still lingering on his skin, and as you breathe in the smell of him, and feel the warmth of his body against yours, he wraps his arms around you kissing your shoulder atop the deep red mark that his perfect teeth left. 

—

When the morning comes, you’re woken up by the natural light in Danny’s bedroom and a dull throbbing in your head. He’s rolled over, facing away from you as he sleeps peacefully on his clean, white sheets. 

Reaching for your phone, you suppress a groan at the soreness that radiates through your body. It's late morning and you have a few texts waiting for you already. The first is from your best friend, who you’re assuming went home with the guy she met. There’s an attachment and from the preview you see it’s a film strip, so you assume it’s a sneak preview of the photos she took of you at the show.

When you open the picture, you quickly realize you’re wrong. There are a few strips laid on the table, the first of which are a few provocative photos of her in a bralette and then wrapped in a scarf of some sort. The strip underneath has pictures of people you don’t recognize at first, but as you zoom in on the third frame, you see… Danny? Then, a text comes through asking if he was the guy you were hanging around with the night before.

Danny starts to stir in bed next to you, stretching and rolling over. He seems relieved when he lays eyes on you and sees you’re still there. You roll a little closer to him on your side, holding up the zoomed-in photo.

“Is this you?”

He lifts his head a little, craning his neck and squinting his eyes to get a better look. 

“Uh, yeah. Where’d you get that?” His voice is hoarse and sleepy, and you wonder if he’s feeling as rough as you are after the night you shared. You can’t help but smile as you look harder at the photo.

“I think my best friend spent the night with yours?” you say, pinching the screen and zooming out. There isn’t anything too lewd on the photos she sent you, but when he sees them, he puts the pieces together too.

“Oh, shit. How’d that happen?” He asks, putting his arm behind his head and laying back. You see the underside of his tattoo that wraps all the way around his bicep, your eyes drawn to the muscles you can see shifting under his skin.

“She was the photographer last night. In more ways than one, I guess.” you snicker, looking at the frames again. 

“If I would have known it was like that, I’d have taken some photos of my own…” he says, his morning voice making your stomach flip. He sees the way color rushes to your cheeks and he grins, rolling on top of you and sliding his hands up under the t-shirt you’re borrowing. You hum as he peppers your face with kisses, pulling the duvet over the two of you, in no rush to get your day started. 

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thinking about domestic quill makes my head spin, he’d be so much fun to live with 🥲🥲🥲🥲

😖no like he 100% would

he'd be the best at making u laugh when ur feeling a little down, knowing just how to cheer u up.

he's not a very good sleeper and u notice when u wake up and he's sitting on the sofa reading at like 3am. u get and up and move to put some music on, quietly in the background and he immediately perks up. he finds u and slow dances with u for a while until he yawns and u drag him back to bed, letting him pass out asleep.

sobbing crying at the thought of him running a bath and asking u to share it with him. ur leaning back against his chest while he runs his hands through ur hair, then he's rubbing bubbles into ur skin. there's no sexual undertones either, he just wants u to relax and be with him in the moment.

he will 100% help out with the cooking. he mostly chops up the vegetables though, but if the doorbell goes or u need to nip to the bathroom, he'll take over. humming to some tune while ur busy. when u come back to him, u can't help but smile.

sometimes it's literally just the most mundane, boring things that send u into a head spin. like if ur walking to the kitchen and u bump into him, or u go to the bathroom and wait for him to come out so u can go in. just the little things that make u realise u actually live together and he's in love with u.

he greets u with a kiss wherever he goes too. if he's going to mow the lawn, he'll kiss u before he goes outside. if he's going to make breakfast while ur still in bed, he kisses ur cheek and gets up. he just absolutely adores kissing u.

there are a lot of makeout sessions on the sofa, some lead to sex but most of the time he ducks his head, his lips on ur neck and then he's lost his footing. u both end up on the floor, he's groaning and ur laughing. he tells u it's not funny but the smirk on his face says otherwise.

u two will occasionally visit his grandpa down the street (peter wanted his own place with u but he didn't want to move completely away). and somehow his grandpa seemed to just have even more embarrassing baby photos of peter to show u while he just grimaces and tries to hide them.

it's not really early days in ur relationship but it's been just over a year and he's already thinking about marriage. he kinda slips it out one day, ur lying in bed together when he asks u—"u ever think about marriage?". u admit u haven't but getting to call peter ur husband? makes u feel all dizzy inside.

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Hunter's Room (Fan Design)

It is about time I finally did this, now I can make so many drawing ideas come true with a room for Hunter designed. Also, for those who read my "Timeskip Watching and Dreaming AU" series of fanfics on A03, this is what Hunter's room looks like. This room is a room in Darius' house, so yippie Dadrius.

Alright, I know the doors can be confusing to let me break this down.

The door on the south wall with the small cuckoo clock like doors is the door to exit the room. I put cuckoo doors on the door because it's for Waffles.

The door that's on the wall that's jetting out is the door to the walk-in closet

And the the door on the west wall is the door to Hunter's private bathroom.

I originally wanted to do the entire Deamonne household at once, but, no way that would take forever. Maybe I'll do parts of it in the future but for right now, NO. If I did, I'd probably do Darius' room next and the living room after that.

This took such a long time to design, and it was my first time ever designing a background completely on my own. I needed to take off the training wheels and design my own background for once, and for my first attempt, I think I did a decent job.

The only thing that I couldn't add is a ceiling fan, but that was only because of the angles I had. I'm sure I could've if I had a different angle. Im going to have to design that separately.

This took since October 20th to finish, I probably could've got it done faster, but uni kept me busy and such. Either way, now that I've finished this, I can't wait to make drawings with this room. Yay!

Alright so: Tumblr exclusive content from here on out since insta has a stupid character limit, and their cropping system sucks

I'm gonna go on an infodump to why I decided to put almost everything here in Hunter's room.

North Wall:

Bed: I decided to make the headboard and footboard a cherry colored wood because Hunter would definitely like cherry wood because it's reddish. Referencing Willow's headboard that has a flower, I changed that into a bird for Hunter. I gave him a blue blanket in reference to Waffles. I headcannon that Hunter LOVES plushies, so I gave him some plushies I'd think he'd like. He'd definitely like squishmallows, so I gave him a blue-jay, cardinal, and wolf squishmellow. I also gave him a small wolf plush, as well as a small parrot plush and a peacock plush. The Sprig plushie is special, as it's not the same one as he had in the castle. It's a life-sized one Willow won him at a carnvial. (Reference to one of my fics).

Nightable: Nothing much to say here outside of the fact that I felt like Hunter would need one. I gave him a crystal ball because I felt like he'd like one.

Desk: This is where Hunter does work, from designing clothes to sew to studying for school. He has a log of regluar wood to practice carving on. (This room is set when Hunter is still a kid early during the WAD timeskip) He also has a punch a pencils, a desk lamp, and some books on there.

Corkboard: Hunter keeps notes for his school studies, and personal projects here. Sometimes he doodles things and puts them up there, such as the wolf and birds doodles.

Wall: Hunter would 100% be that person to have a trillion posters. I gave him a Flyer Derby poster, and a hummingbird poster. The Ruler's Reach poster is actually signed by King himself. Here's also a wolf calender, since I'd figured he'd like that, and a cuckoo clock that I headcannon Hunter and Dell carved together.

Bookshelf: On the bottom shelf, Hunter keeps a bunch of random books he likes.

On the second shelf, he has a photo of Flapjack, textbooks for his abominations and potions classes, and a photo of Willow

On the third shelf, he has textbooks for his illusions, construction, wild magic, plants, beastkeeping, and runes classes.

On the forth shelf, he has a photo of Darius, textbooks for his bard, oracle, and healing classes, and a photo of Waffles.

On the top shelf, he has his two favorite books of all time, Cosmic Frontier and Ruler's Reach, specially displayed with them propped up.

Jesus, that was by far the longest description we'll have.

East Wall:

Window: Hunter has a basic window with blue curtains. I originally wanted to make the curtains space themed for Cosmic Frontier, but then realized that would be a pain to draw over and over again, so I kept it blue. Maybe I can make Hunter's shower curtain space themed instead.

Other then that, there is nothing new on this wall that I'd like to cover. (I'd rather cover things that appear on other walls in their sections)

South Wall:

Wall: Hunter has two more posters on this wall. A Cosmic Frontier Poster. This is a reference in itself, where in Star Trek, the equivalent of O'Bailey has an asian wife that is a Bontonist, and that is sorta a parrel to Huntlow. So I decided to make a headcannon design for both O'Bailey, and the Bontonist I decided to rename to Aiko. So boom. Huntlow reference. The other poster is simply a wolf poster.

Box: This is pretty self explanatory. Its a box with sewing supplies.

Mannequin: Since Hunter sews, I'd imagine he'd like to have a mannequin to help make the clothing design process easier.

Table: This is the same sewing Machine from Thanks to Them, as Camila gave it to Hunter as a gift.

West Wall:

Outside of the door of the bathroom, there is nothing new on the west wall that I haven't already covered.

Bonus:

Here is the original blueprint for the entire Deamonne household. I could go from here and design every last aspect of the house, but that would take ages. I'd definitely like to, but its just so much work. Like I said, the next two rooms I'd design are Darius' room and the living room. Plus, Hunter's room was by definition going to he the hardest, since he has the most stuff and therefore detail in his room.

For when I wanted to focus solely on Hunter's room, I referenced the upstairs blueprint snd made a more detailed blueprint just for his room. As you can see, A LOT ended up changing from this to the final version.

[mooncherrv]

Meet The Family: Part 2 - Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Character(s): Jake "Hangman" Seresin x FlightAttendant!Reader Genre: Fluff but also Jake being touchy feely clingy horny Summary: Jake takes you to meet his family while you have a layover in Dallas. Only issue is he can't seem to keep his hands off of you whenever nobody is looking Author's Note: sorry this took so long I have been busy with uni. anywhays hope you enjoy! Part 1 | Masterlist

The next morning Jake had woken up early and made the two of you a small breakfast before you started to get ready to go to his parent's house that was 20 minutes outside of the city. While finishing your makeup Jake made his way into the bathroom and wrapped his arms around your waist and began pressing soft kisses on your neck. "Jake, not now." you said as you close your tube of mascara. "We can be quick." Jake whispered as he pulled you close to him. You set the mascara on the counter and turned around, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Jacob," you placed a soft kiss on his cheek "as much as we would both enjoy that, I think your mother would be a bit upset if we showed up late just because her son couldn't keep it in his pants." Jake let out a defeated sigh as his eyes looked you up and down. "You can't wear that sundress and expect me to not act like this, sweetheart."

Once the two of you ended up outside of him parents house the nerves set it. Once Jake parked and shut off the car he turned his head to look at you and gave you a comforting smile. "Hey, don't worry they'll love you. In fact, my mom already loves you she always asks about you." Jake said softly as he held your hand. "You talk about me that much huh?" you smiled at him as he nodded. "Well, you're the first person I have fallen completely head over heels for. Couldn't stop thinking about you since I first saw you, and, definitely couldn't stop talking about you once you agreed to go on a date with me." Jake admitted. Jake truly had a soft heart behind his cocky act and it definitely shocked you the first time you had seen the way he acted amongst his coworkers. Though he rarely pushed it too far, he was just the right amount of cocky to show he was confident in his skills as a pilot but not enough to seem like he thinks everything revolved around him. Even then he acted completely different when he was alone, or when he was with you. "Come on sweetie, my mom is looking at the car through the window and if we make he wait any longer she might explode." Jake laughed. He got out the car first and walked around to open your door, holding his hand out for you to hold which you gladly took.

The minute the two of you stepped foot into the Seresin household you were immediately being hugged by his mother who had a large smile on her face. "It's so good finally meet you sweetie. Jake has told me so much about you!" she pulled away from hugging you and moved to hugging her son. "It's nice to meet you as well Mrs. Seresin. Jake has also mentioned you a lot." you said. "Oh please don't be so formal Y/N just call me Grace." his mother said. "Now come on you two I made a lot of food for you to try." she continued as she dragged the both of you towards the kitchen.

As the day went on you learned more about the Seresin's and even got to see photos of Jake as a baby (some of which he immediately got embarrassed by like the ones of him as a toddler running around naked). Jake's father, Daniel, who was a retired Navy commander told you some of his own stories from when he was station where Jake is now and even offered to take you on a flight in his own personal plane next time you visited which you greatly appreciated.

Once it reached midday you found yourself separated from Jake and somehow shopping around in little locally owned stores in their town with Grace. "How about this dress sweetie? You think Daniel would like it, or is it too much?" she held up a simple pastel blue dress with white lace accenting it. "I think you'd look lovely in that, Grace. I'm sure he's love it." you said. As the two of you looked through other clothing she asked questions about you like "How long have you been a flight attendant?" "Have you met Jake's coworkers and friends?" "What kind of foods do you like?" and told some stories about herself. You learned she became a stay-at-home mother after finding out she was pregnant with Jake's younger sister, Angela, and that she used to be a nurse and met Daniel when he got injured near the hospital she was working at but she absolutely hated his cocky attitude when they had first met. Similarly to how Jake ended up with you, his father also would not stop until he got the girl. He found any reason to see her again and would purposely fall or fake injuries just to see her.

After dinner with his parents Jake had said the two of you should head back but his mother insisted you two stay the night stating "It's too dark. I don't want you driving this late, Jacob." so now the two of you laid on the bed in his childhood room. "So what did you and mom do when you were gone for 3 hours?" he said as he pulled your body closer to his. "She took me to some local shops and told me how she met your dad. She also told me about the time you tried to steal her car and ended up crashing it into the garage door." you told him. "I did NOT crash it into the garage door I just dented the front bumper!" he defended himself. He brushed some hair out of your face and smiled at you. "I'm glad you got to meet my parents today. They really like you, and, I already know my mom will always ask about you now." Jake said. You hummed in response. "Now, what if we continued what we started this morning, huh? You look really good in just my old naval academy shirt." Jake whispered, earning him a slap on the chest followed by you yelling "Jacob!" before the two of you laughed. "You really can't keep it in your pants for one day can you?" you said as you placed a kiss on his cheek. "Not my fault you look so good in my clothes darling." Jake said, pulling your body on top of his. "Go to sleep horndog. I'm all yours for the next two days I'm sure that will be enough time to satiate you then."

[ssahotstuff]

i have an uber specific request for a fic, or whatever you’re willing to do, if you’re down

i’m going on vacay soon - camping - and i thought it would be adorable to see that hotch and fem!reader dynamic. tbh i could see the team organizing a group camping trip in their down time, maybe as a way to let lose and get their minds off the job for a while, but also simply because they’ve grown to be such a close knit family. it’s just the sort of activity that would bring them all that much closer.

so, in my mind, reader sees herself as hopeless (to put it nicely) and actually has 0% camping experience. she arrives late (followed right after by hotch), it’s dark out and she’s trying and failing (struggling really) to set up her tent - it’s really not a one person job. in the camp site beside her, hotch hasn’t even started setting up when he notices her struggling. without even needing to be asked, not that you would’ve asked anyway, not with the way you’re crushing on your boss, he wordlessly helps you out. you hold the tent while he erects it, the two of you nail in the stakes, voila! and then “you’ve got to be kidding” to which hotch’s response is a concerned “what is it?” as his eyes scan your face. of all the unnecessary things you brought, you forgot the thing that you arguably needed the most - your sleeping bag. followed by aaron being quick to offer up his, to which you insist the two of you share. long story short, hotch won’t need the tent he brought, so he doesn’t bother. the one bed trope but ~ spicy ~ because no you didn’t think this through, sleeping bags are really only made for one person, and you’re pressed so tightly against him that his heartbeat feels like your own and you feel his chest pressed against you… among other things.

basically i’d just be a sucker for seeing hotch take care of reader. i could see him making a fire, and the two of you just sitting there, flames reflected in your eyes, as the two of you talk late into the night. i’m also a sucker for lots of fluff and mutual pining. bonus points if reader gets to steal hotch’s quarter zip !!

just some late night thoughts <33 sending you lots of love !! your writing is lovely

Oooh camping Hotch and reader below the cut!!

Minors DNI! Smut below the cut

You'd been buying things for a month, gearing up for the teams newest tradition: a camping trip. JJ and Derek had been planning everything for weeks, getting everyone to agree to it, even Hotch. Derek suggested it could be a team building exercise, and you couldn't do it without your fearless leader.

You had secretly been dreading the entire trip. Each time you bought something to take with you, you'd sigh heavily just thinking about being stuck in the woods with no bathroom and less than favorable sleeping conditions. The place they'd chosen was nice, but it was still outside, and you weren't excited for that part.

You were almost the last to arrive. Hotch pulled into the clearing right after you. There was a trail near the tree line that would lead you to the campsite, but you didn't want to walk alone, so you decided to wait on him.

"Remind me again why we agreed to this?" He groaned, slinging his backpack over his shoulders before he grabbed the rest of his things.

"Derek guilted us, remember? I wanted to go to the casino," every time you could all get a weekend off together, you were making group plans. Derek's bright idea had been camping.

"You can't get this kind of experience at the casino," he countered, and he was right. The woods were buzzing with animal chatter, and the leaves were ever changing, yellows and oranges around you. You'd brought your camera hoping you could get some good shots of everyone and some photos of the beautiful scenery.

"I'm just not the outdoorsy type," he waited for you to finish grabbing your things and the two of you took off towards the trail. It was a bit rocky, so he held out his hand so you wouldn't get tripped up, helping you down the steep terrain. You knew he was just trying to keep you from falling, but it made your heart skip a beat to hold his hand for any amount of time. You couldn't recall a time when you'd wanted anyone as badly as you wanted Hotch.

With a little encouragement from Emily, who thought he felt the same way about you, you'd began to open up to him more, started getting to know him. He'd been doing the same with you, late nights when you were both finishing reports, you'd talk for hours in his office, until the two of you were too tired to write anymore. It had become a part of your office routine—if you weren't working a case, you were usually on the couch in his office, helping him out.

He didn't mind the company, you brought him coffee and made sure he ate, and in return, the two of you got to where you knew secrets about one another. There was an established level of trust between you, and it only grew stronger as the months passed.

"I think we'll all have a good time. I just hope somebody remembered to bring the tequila," he joked, and in no time you made it to the clearing where everyone else was setting up. You picked a spot further away from everyone, and Hotch opted for the spot right next to you. You grabbed the instructions for your tent and set to work.

A half an hour later, Hotch was coming to the rescue. He started connecting the rods and had the tent slid on them in no time, letting you help to set the stakes in the ground while he did the rest. When he was finished, you stepped back to admire his work, your fingertips brushing against his for just a moment as he handed you the instructions.

"Thank you," you said softly, and he nodded, unzipping the flap so you could climb inside and check it out. You'd just started to unpack your bag when you realized you were missing the most crucial thing of all.

"You've got to be kidding me," you muttered mostly to yourself, but Hotch heard you and was poking his head inside.

"What's wrong?"

You nodded to the lumpy ground, which would be your bed for the next two nights.

"I forgot a sleeping bag."

You couldn't help but laugh at yourself, but Hotch was immediately offering up solutions.

"Just take mine," he said, but you shook your head at him.

"And then where will you sleep, silly? Unless—do you want to just share it with me? You can sleep in here, if you want to." You felt your cheeks go rosy, but he quickly handed you his bag and climbed in, sitting next to you on the ground.

"I think we'll both fit."

Once you had your sleeping arrangements figured out, you joined the others, and Reid was at Hotch's side immediately.

"Don't tell him I said anything, but you may need to start the fire," Derek was struggling by the looks of it, sweat on his brow and his face furrowed in frustration.

"Need a hand?" Hotch offered, and Derek let him have at it. You found a log to use as a makeshift bench and you took a seat so you could watch Hotch work. He looked just as glorious as ever, his usual attire swapped for a long sleeved navy blue shirt and jeans. Emily sat down next to you, her eyes darting between you and Hotch.

"You should tell him this weekend."

You looked at her like she was crazy, shaking your head.

"I can't. If he doesn't feel the same way, it'll ruin the whole weekend."

Emily gave Hotch one last look before she pulled you away and towards her tent, her arms crossed over her chest.

"We're profilers, Y/n. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to see the way he looks at you. You should go for it."

You thought about her words but saw flames in the corner of your eye, Hotch and Reid sharing a quick fist bump after he got the fire going. He shot you a quick smile before taking a seat on your log. Emily nodded toward him, silently beckoning you to join him.

"Think about what I said," she whispered as you walked away, so you shot her a thumbs up, and debated how you'd let him know about your feelings.

A few hours later, everyone was tucked into bed except for you and Hotch. You wanted to sit by the fire, and he didn't want to leave you alone.

"Feels perfect. It's kind of chilly but the fire is so nice," he said, leaning into you slightly. You took a second to admire the way the flames danced in his deep, almost hazy eyes, the faintest of smiles on his lips.

"I agree, this is really nice." You we're enjoying the alone time with him more than anything, trying to work up the bravery to say something to him. He silently slid his arm around you, rubbing your arm with his hand to warm you up. You couldn't tell if your face was hot from the fire or if it was because he was so close to you.

"Want to head to bed?" He stood up, offering you his hand, his fingers lacing through yours as he led you to the tent. You climbed in, letting him get situated before you got in the sleeping bag. You had changed into shorts earlier, which is the only reason you felt his jean clad legs in the first place.

"Really? You'll be miserable in jeans all night. Take them off, Hotchner."

He let out a light laugh so you unzipped the sleeping bag to give him more room.

"You sound an awful lot like me right now, just so you know," you heard the metallic slip of his zipper coming down before he shimmied out of his jeans. You zipped the two of you back up and your original plan was to give him space just in case he was uncomfortable being around you, but his arm wrapped around you and pulled you in closer. He smelled like heaven, a mixture of his cologne and the outdoors. You didn't mind his legs tucked into yours, his tight grasp on your body.

"Isn't that much better?" You could already feel him relaxing into you, heaving a sigh of relief to finally be laying down, even if it was on the ground.

"Better by far. I'm not used to sleeping in so many layers," he still had his shirt on but you wouldn't mind if he took it off too; your imagination was running wild at the thought of being pressed to his bare chest through the night.

"I'm not used to sleeping on rocks," you wiggled against him, trying to get comfortable when his palm met your thigh, just below your shorts. He was trying to keep a few inches between your bodies, but that didn't stop his thumbs from pressing into your sensitive flesh.

"Sweetheart, you've got to stop moving or we're going to have an even bigger problem," it took you a second to process what he meant, but you didn't stop moving—instead you pressed your backside against his crotch deliberately, his cock already stiff against you.

"Oops," you teased, in love with the sound of him chuckling back at you. You rolled over, trying to get your eyes to adjust to the darkness so you could make out his features. He found your face immediately, his fingertips tilting your face upward to meet his lips.

"What should we do about this?" His voice was barely above a whisper but it made your blood run cold nonetheless—judging by the current state he was in, you guessed he'd wanted you just as badly.

"I have a couple of ideas," you shot back before leaning forward to capture his lips. His mouth was greedy against your own, his tongue slipping past your teeth to collide with yours, nearly taking your breath away. You could feel his hands behind you working to unzip the sleeping bag so you had more room, but right now you didn't mind being pressed against him, close enough to feel his entire body radiating warmth.

"You're sure about this, right? Because I've wanted this for a while now," the slightest hint of worry was laced behind his words but you kissed him and assured him you were around to stay. You'd wanted him just as long, maybe longer. You'd never question it now that you had him, you'd only cherish him as much as possible, give him everything he needed.

"I'm positive. I wasn't sure how to say anything," your pajama bottoms were quickly being tugged down your legs, his fingers slipping past the waistband of your panties to be met with the warmth of your arousal; he audibly groaned when his fingertips collided with your clit, delving between your slick folds so he could show you how badly he'd wanted you.

"You don't have to explain it to me, sweetheart. I understand. I need you to be quiet, okay?" His free hand pushed his boxers down as he got ready to give himself to you for the first time. His fingers left your center long enough to pull your panties down the rest of the way as he crawled between your legs, propping himself up so he could line up with you. Nothing about it was ideal--you were on the ground and you couldn't see him, but it was still perfect, because it was him.

"I can be quiet," you whispered as he gripped your thighs harshly and pulled you closer to him, your back sliding against the fabric of the sleeping bag, making you move with ease. Your legs were swiftly being tucked together so he could press them back against your chest, leaving your mind reeling at the possibilities of your first time with him, if it would be rushed or slow and gentle. He teased your slit once more before slipping into you, taking your breath. There was a lot of him to get adjusted to, so he was careful not to go too fast; he simply pressed into you until he was tucked fully inside of you, letting out a shaky breath above you.

"You feel so good, my god," not being able to see him only made the experience more erotic--you could feel his large hands on your thighs, keeping them together as he struggled to keep it together; his knees shook as he began to move, tentatively and careful at first. You let out a breath at how good it felt, how whole he made you feel now that he was finally inside of you. Each stroke of his thick cock inside of you had pressure building from the very beginning, so you darted out and took his hand in yours, squeezing lightly as you came, trying to keep quiet.

"So good," he mumbled as his hips met yours, but you couldn't even form a thought, you were too busy thinking about how an hour ago, you were merely tent mates, and now there was much more going on.

"Wanted you for so long," you whined as he slammed into you, the fabric of the tent rustling below you. It wasn't loud, but it was enough to make Hotch slow down considerably, groaning from above you.

"I'm yours now," he assured you, the fluid motion of his hips driving you crazy; you needed more of him, as deep as he could possibly go. Your hands moved to the back of his thighs, so he'd get the hint that you wanted him closer, and he obliged happily, burying himself inside of you. It was a lot to process, your boss having you on your back with your legs in the air, but he'd been a lot more than just your boss for months now. You cared about him and his well-being, and you wanted to keep him as safe as you could, even though he didn't need to be protected. Hotch could certainly hold his own, but anyone could see that he'd really benefit from having someone that wanted to take care of him, and you were hoping he'd let it be you.

You knew it wasn't an ideal first time, but there would be plenty of others, and frankly, you had been so tired of waiting--despite your conversation with Emily, you truly had planned to talk to him this weekend, whether it ruined the good time or not. You couldn't hold your feelings in any longer, and from the looks of it, neither could he.

He blindly reached for your hand, lacing his fingers through yours as you came together, the two of you a sweaty, shuddering mess as you tried to calm yourself. Hotch was busy between your legs, cleaning you up before he came to lay next to you, letting you zip the sleeping bag back up around you now that you were missing a couple of layers. He seemed more comfortable, he settled into you quick, tossing his arm over you and pulling you closer.

"I'm really glad you forgot a sleeping bag," he whispered teasingly, kissing your cheek in the darkness as the woods chattered around you.

"I'll leave remembering stuff like that up to you," you joked, since he'd came so well prepared compared to you.

"You can always share a bed with me," he muttered sleepily, exhaling deeply before he went still and fell asleep and you did the same, the sound of the crickets and owls making you fall asleep quickly. The next morning, Aaron had let you sleep in, because when you woke up, you were alone in the tent and it was freezing. He'd left his quarter zip out for you though, so you quickly slipped it on, shrugging on a pair of jeans and your shoes before you went to find Hotch.

You found him building a fire, Reid and Derek at his side. The inferno was ever growing as you approached, taking a seat on the same log as before when Derek asked how you slept.

"Like a rock," you giggled, and considering the less than favorable conditions, you'd managed to get a solid nights rest thanks to being in Hotch's arms all night. He caught your gaze and shot you a soft smile, taking in your attire before he blushed like mad, his cheeks going red in an instant.

Once everyone was awake, Emily was dragging you towards her tent, eyeing your jacket curiously.

"Did you tell him?"

You shrugged, not wanting to give your secret away just yet.

"I didn't have to, he already knew."

[flower1622]

After Percy opens the door, he sees that the cabin had also blue walls inside with some decorations of fishs, a bathroom and a big bed. He notices a portrait on the headboard next to his bed. He gets close and takes it. There was a photo of him and a woman inside in the beach hugging each other and smiling for the camera. He walks towards Rachel, who was still outside the door and shows her the photo.

Percy: Who is it?

Rachel: Oh! It's your mother.

Percy: What is her name?

Rachel: Sally. Sally Jackson.

Percy looks at the picture and admires it with his eyes and fingers touching the woman in the photo. He smiles a little and whispers.

Percy: Sally Jackson...

Percy can't wait to see his mother and remember about her. For some reason, he feels like she is the most important thing in his life. He is determinated to meet her now. He goes to put the portrait back and turns to look at Rachel outside. She had her arms behind her back and was looking at the ground. She seemed a little shy.

Percy: What are you doing there?

Rachel: Oh! I was just supposed to show you your cabin. But, I can see everything is okay, so I'll just go.

Pery runs and takes her hand before she left.

Percy: Stay.

Rachel: I can't.

Percy: Why not?

Rachel: Because it's a cabin for the children of Poseidon and I'm not his daughter. Only his sons and daughters can sleep in this cabin.

Percy: is this about those stupid rules again?

Rachel: Percy! They are just rules that need to be respected. Rules will always exist...everywhere.

Percy: Alright, alright.

Percy says and sighs while he rolls his eyes. He looks at Rachel and sees that she is staring serious at him.

Percy: What?

Rachel: Are you sure you're gonna be alright here alone by yourself?

Percy sighs, feeling tired already.:

Percy: I guess so. I can handle myself, okay?

Rachel: Alright.

Percy notices he was still holding Rachel's wrist and uses his fingers to play with her arm. She moves and laughs a little.

Percy: Are you ticklish?

Percy gives a smirk to Rachel who tries to hold her laugh while Percy continues using his fingers to climb up her arm. While he does it, he gets more close to Rachel until they get face to face.

Percy: It's a pity that such a nice girl like you can't sleep in my cabin.

Rachel: But, we can still spend time together other times.

Percy: Like?

Rachel: Like the mornings and afternoons maybe.

Percy: I like it.

Percy leans close to Rachel's face, who gets totally red on the face because of her shock and shyness at the moment. She pushes Percy away.

Rachel: Well, it's great to see that you are okay and can handle yourself. So... good night!

She says nervous and runs away. Percy was confused. He goes to follow her, but couldn't find Rachel. So, he turns back to his cabin and closes the door. He lets himself fall on his bed from exhaustion and hits something that winces a little. He stands up fast and looks at the spot with a shock expression on his face.

Percy: What the hell?!

Percy asks frustrated. Then, Annabeth appears taking off her cap and looking serious at Percy. Percy gets an annoyed expression now.

Percy: You must be kidding me!

Percy sighs and puts his hand on his face.

[chilly-me-softly]

The photo • Jack Grealish

It's pouring rain, you can't see the back of your hand. The car has stopped along the road and in an attempt to want to call someone to pick you up you realise you've left your bag in the office. What else could be added to the list of the worst night of your life?

It sounds like the beginning of a horror movie, or the end of your life. But you don't want to panic, you're trying to stay as clear-headed as possible to figure out the best thing to do at that moment.

"Okay, I can stay here and wait for the rain to stop at least. But it could take all night and there seems to be someone in the house there. I just have to be brave and-" a sharp tap on the window makes you startle, with your heart pounding in your throat you throw yourself out of the car. Bad move when you think of all the movies you've seen but you've definitely been known to not think too much before acting.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"What you have been doing outside my house for days!" a guy with an umbrella yells at you as if he hasn't just given you a heart attack. And you certainly don't let him get away with it, yelling to be heard from above the rain that has already drenched you.

"Excuse me?"

"You journalists just don't have an ounce of dignity"

"Please, who knows you!"

"Wait... you're not a journalist?"

"No I'm not"

"Who are you then?" faced with your merely furious face, the boy seemed to change expression raising an eyebrow and perhaps wondering if he was really wrong.

"Just a loser I guess. My car broke down and I don't have a way to call for help" you sigh and in that instant a gust of wind to turn the boy's umbrella upside down, thus leaving him without his protection.

"Come into the house"

"What? No way" maybe it's just your wounded pride from the scare or the slight fear that all the stories you hear around has established within you with time, but the proposal doesn't entice you at all. Even if you are alone, with no way of getting home and no money.

"Come into the house with me, come on" but then you reconsider looking him in the eyes and deciding only to trust him, starting to run after him to the front door of his house.

"Hold on let me get you a towel"

"Thanks" you murmur again in front of the door, this time inside though, waiting for him to return without moving so you don't make a mess.

"Jack. My name is Jack"

"(y/n)"

"Bathroom is down the hall if you need it"

"Thanks really, but I just need to make a phone call"

"Here. The least I can do after almost assaulting you" you dab at your hair to keep it from dripping, picking up his phone and dialling the one number you had memorised over time and which had earned you much teasing from your family.

-

"I got you a shirt while I was at it" Jack had given you your privacy on the phone call, going to change having soaked himself a little. The call had been short-lived, your brother would arrive as soon as the storm faded, and in waiting for the host you had walked into his living room. There was a fireplace burning and your body had been drawn to it, seeking warmth after all that water had made you a piece of ice, hanging your jacket on a chair and pulling it closer to dry faster.

You didn't want to pry, your gaze had begun to wander on its own over the countless photos placed on the fireplace frame. Jack with his family, Jack with some boys, maybe his friends, with children. And yeah, reaching out to see the frame hidden by the others had been your idea.

"What happened?"

"Why do you have a photo of me on the chimney?" as usual you didn't think, you could have run off without saying anything and waited for your brother outside. It would have been better than getting killed by someone who is so obsessed to keep your picture instead of replacing it for the one he bought the frame for in the first place. You knew that job would bring you trouble sooner or later.

"Your what?" a flash of alarm passes through his eyes and there it is, you think, the way you're going to die. But the doorbell rings and suddenly you are relieved because your brother is there with you. Because it must be your brother, or you don't know what else to do.

"Wait a minute. It's not what you think" the boy rushes to the door, grateful for whoever it is but not so grateful that he didn't check before opening it after all.

"Oh Jack you're home. I saw the lights on in passing, thought I'd check to see if you were there"

"Megan this isn't a good time and we've already talked about it, you can't just come over whenever you want" but she pretends not to hear him going straight into the living room.

"Megan" Jack hurriedly goes after her trying to stop her but she is already in the room and more importantly she saw you.

"So it's true" this other stranger approaches you, "You"

"Have we met?" you are confused, disappointed at the face of another unknown person. All that could easily be a dream, it could make sense only that way.

"You have no chance with Jack. You're just a rebound he'll soon throw away" and you really aren't getting it, but her intimidating tone prompts you to react. You might as well have some fun.

"You're the previous one?"

"Excuse me? How dare you"

"What, you get to say whatever you want and I don't?" the grin on your face sends her over the edge, you can almost see the smoke coming out of her ears.

"You're a bitch! Jack will never love you like he loved me!" and then icing on the cake, you find yourself wet again because of her and a glass of water on the coffee table nearby.

Jack almost drags her away after that, while the chick still screams like a desperate woman in a vain attempt to make the guy feel sorry for her.

"Guess I'll take that shirt"

-

"I'm sorry about what happened" you had taken some time to change your shirt, thinking whether it was better to stay there until your ride arrived or face everything else. When you'd come out, Jack's mortified face was the first thing you'd seen.

"Who was that?!"

"My ex"

"She knows the meaning of the word ex right?!" he chuckles, running a hand over his face, exhausted.

"If she didn't know before she does now" he mutters and you flash a smile before going to sit down on the couch next to him.

"Why did she believe I was your girlfriend?" he stays silent, shifting his body forward so you can't see his face properly and sighing. "For that photo" he admits.

"Oh right, you still owe me an answer"

"Listen, I had just bought the frame and that picture was already in it. I might have made her think that--that we were together. But only to get her off my back I swear"

"Crazy" and maybe if all that hadn't happened that night you wouldn't have even believed him, all so surreal.

"Yeah" your eyes meet for the first time since his confession, you give him a small reassuring smile. Certainly much lighter than a few moments ago.

"I thought you were going to kill me" you suddenly admit to lighten the mood, the boy at your side laughs surprised.

"What?"

"That's true! A shiver down my spine seeing my face there in that frame. Only my mother has one like that"

"I'm sorry. I never thought I'd meet you" he chuckles again.

Then a honk echoes through the air, a quick glance outside tells you that this time it really is your brother.

"Well I gotta go"

"Okay. It was nice meeting you" Jack lowers himself slightly to leave a kiss on your cheek.

"Bye fake boyfriend"

[imfluentinfangirlandgay]

A Father's Resolve - Ch 1

Ingo returns after a decade - with two extra cars in tow. Years later, his kids are swallowed up by time in the same way he was. Will he be able to find them? Will they be able to make it out alive?

Word Count ~3000

"Kids, time for dinner!" Emmet called from the kitchen. Two sets of footsteps ran in the backdoor, giggling. "Make sure to wash up after being outside. Your father will be home soon." 

The footsteps ran into the bathroom, followed by the sounds of a scuffle as they fought over who could have the sink first Emmet chuffed to himself. He remembered those days with Ingo. 

He shut the back door to keep the cold air in and returned to the stove, finishing off the food and beginning to plate. Four empty plates got filled with potatoes, chicken, carrots, and some gravy each (except one, who did not like gravy). 

The footsteps ran back to him, in the kitchen, two silver mops of hair taking up either side of him. 

"When's Daddy gonna be home?" The boy asked on his left. Emmet handed him a plate. 

"Any minute now. Take your plate to the table, please, Rei. And here you are, Miss Akari." He handed the girl the plate without gravy. She grinned up at him, one tooth missing in her mouth, as she ran off to join her brother. "Don't start until Ingo gets here. What do you two want to drink?"

No sooner had he asked than the door opened in the other room. The kids immediately hopped up and ran over. Emmet could hear laughter. 

"Daddy!" 

"Hello, cubs." Ingo removed his outerwear before he came into the kitchen, taking his own plate as well. "Thank you again for watching them, Emmet." 

"Of course!" He loved his niece and nephew to bits. Even if they had been a big shock to him, he would trade them for nothing. 

Emmet led the small party into his office. Ingo glanced around, alert. He ducked out and nabbed an extra chair from the break room down the hall and pulled the one from his desk forward, motioning for Ingo to sit down. He did so, allowing the two kids to sit on his lap. They dangled their legs between his, facing each other. They both still had tight holds on Ingo's coat. 

Ingo seemed to have finally found his voice. "I'm very sorry but I have no idea who you are or where I am. I recognize you are someone I knew well before my sudden departure," he added as Emmet's heart stopped, effectively stopping that train of thought before it left the station, "but I lost all my memories when I first arrived at my other terminal. Please do not assume it is because I do not wish to remember, in fact, it bothers me greatly I do not. I have been trying to remember for years." He shifted the small figures in his lap. 

Emmet bobbed his head slowly. "Well," he said slowly, "I am Emmet. I am your brother. Your twin, in fact." He kept a close eye on his brother’s eyes as he spoke. While Ingo's face was always set as stone, his eyes would always be a dead giveaway for his thoughts. Emmet paused and watched as some kind of recollection fell into them, some puzzle piece slotting into his expression. He lit up. 

"Wait… I think I remember something now." His brows furrowed as he tried to think. "You were the one who was fond of the phrase 'I like winning more than anything else.' And we battled together inside that… oh I can't remember the word… the metal box on wheels." 

Emmet blinked. "A… a train?" 

"Yes!" His voice radiated warmth. "It was a train!" Had Ingo, his own brother and fellow conductor, forgotten what a train was? Ingo blinked. "Where are we?" 

"This is my… our office," Emmet corrected. "Your desk was repurposed after a while…" 

"Oh, that's quite alright. It was a shame I wasn't able to use it." A sadness entered his eyes as he glanced around, seeing some of the photos on the walls. Reminders for the station to run smoothly, pictures of the two of them. 

The child on his left tugged at his sleeve and murmured something to him that Emmet did not catch. Ingo responded in a language that Emmet could not even guess what it was. 

Curiosity ate at Emmet. "Who are these children?" He asked, cocking his head. 

"Oh! I forgot to introduce you." Ingo looked down at the boy. "This is Rei." Rei looked away from him shyly, still unsure what was going on. "And this is Akari," he said, looking at the young girl. She was a bit more bold than her brother and waved. "They're mine." 

Emmet's mind reeled even while his heart soared. Children? Amnesia? What language was he using? Why had he come back now? What was that tearing hole? "Ingo," Emmet asked, "where were you all this time?" He blinked. Before Ingo could continue, he stood. "Actually," he interjected. "Why don't we continue this track at home? I feel that the office is hardly the place to discuss this." 

Ingo knitted his brows, but nodded. He set the two children down and they took his hands, still keeping close to his heels. Emmet opened the door to the office- 

"Emmet, are you coming?" 

Emmet jerked his head up and left the kitchen, sitting down at the table. "Apologies, I got distracted." Ingo had managed to wrangle the twins into their seats, and now that all four seats were filled, dinner could commence. Four silver heads dug in, the kids excitedly telling their father about their day between bites. 

"And then Uncle Emmet took us to a creek and there were some Tympole in it! He said we couldn't swim in it in case they tried to fight us but they were really really cool," Akari was saying. Rei was nodding. Both of their eyes sparkled as they recounted their adventure hiking across Pinwheel. 

"And some Trainer asked us to battle but we didn't have any pokemon so Uncle Emmet challenged them instead," Rei blurted, a mouthful of potato still inside. 

"Rei, please swallow before talking," Ingo chided lightly. Then he swung his gaze to his brother. "Please tell me you went easy on them. Pinwheel is full of early Trainers."

"You wound me. Of course I didn't use my Subway team." He grinned. "I only used that Gurdurr I am training up. They fought quite valiantly and even managed to take it down." 

Ingo nodded, satisfied. Emmet smirked. "And then with Eelektross-" 

"Emmet, you didn't!" 

Emmet laughed. "Of course not. I am merely teasing." 

Ingo huffed as he brought another bite of steak to his mouth. Emmet had to stifle his laughter lest he spit out his food. 

A knock sounded at the door.

"Hm," Emmet said, standing, "I wonder who that is. Were you planning company?" 

Ingo shook his head. 

Emmet crossed the living room and swung the door open. In the doorway stood a familiar figure. "Ah, hello, Elesa. Care to join us for dinner?" 

She smiled, flicking back her hair. "Only because you asked so nicely."

Emmet rolled his eyes as she came in, pulling up a chair from the office for her. "There's more on the stove. Help yourself."

"Hi, Auntie Lesa!" Akari grinned at her as she swung for another bite of carrot. 

Elesa smiled softly at the children and fixed her plate. "Hey there, squirts. Did you run your uncle in circles today?" 

"Uncle Emmet took us to Pinwheel Forest today!" Rei started to climb out of his chair. 

"Hold on there, kiddo, make sure to finish your dinner. You can tell me all about it while I'm eating." 

She joined them at the table and the children talked and talked throughout the rest of the meal. The sun was beginning to go down now. Ingo cleaned up the dishes as the kids dragged Elesa to the living room to play with them. Emmet fed their pokemon dinner before heading that direction himself. 

"And then you take this guy and put him in here," Rei was explaining. Elesa sat on her knees on the living room floor, off to the side of the couch. 

After Ingo had returned with the twins, Emmet had done his best to find a larger home. At first, he thought Ingo may want to live alone with the kids, but it turns out being a single parent to two rambunctious twins was harder than it looked. It was not uncommon for the brothers to trade off who watched the kids every other day, making sure that the Subway always had at least one of the Bosses on any given day, except Sundays. Sundays were family days. 

The home they lived in now was much more spacious than the one-bedroom apartment Emmet had downgraded to after Ingo's disappearance. It had a room for each of the children and the brothers shared a room. The pokemon seemed to approve as well. The backyard was the kids' favorite part. Usually they would run out in the mornings and not come in until evening, with the exception of meals. Whoever stayed home on a given day's pokemon team would take turns keeping an eye on and playing with the kids. 

"That's neat, kiddo," Elesa was saying. Rei was showing her the toy car set they the twins raced with. Akari was showing her how they wound up. "What do you squirts want for your birthday?" Elesa asked them. 

Since they had been born in a time without a 'proper' calendar and Ingo said they had fallen through the portal around the time of their birthday, they celebrated the anniversary of their return as their birthday. 

Ingo had just put the two small children to bed. Emmet had insisted they could sleep on his bed for the time being, he really didn't mind the couch. Ingo could sleep with them, to help them feel safe. 

"So… Hisui," Emmet said. Ingo came into the living room to talk. He had changed into a faded pair of Emmet's sweatpants and an old t-shirt. After a shower, his hair fell to about his shoulders. It was still damp. 

"Yes?" Emmet offered Ingo the mug of tea he wanted, which he took. 

"What was it like?" 

Ingi sipped his tea as he thought about it. "Hisui was beautiful," he said finally. "It was almost the opposite of Nimbasa. It was wild, settlements of people were rare. The pokemon were wild and untamed. Forests gave way to beaches, mountains were untouched by humans. Everywhere was dangerous, there was always a chance of being attacked by anything. Even a passing Happiny had a chance to injure you gravely." He took another sip of tea before lowering his hands. "But there was something beautiful about it. Something about the danger made each day something special, something amazing. The sunsets were unparalleled. The breezes through the trees, the sunlight on the mountainside…" He set his mug on the coffee table. "I lived on the side of Mount Coronet. As such, there were a myriad of ravines and cliffs and sudden rockslides. After the twins were born, we had to be more cautious about where they were at all times. It was a chore to keep the two wrangled," he chuckled. Then he grew more somber. "Their mother passed right after childbirth. Medicine in Hisui was rudimentary at best and the chances of survival after any birth are never guaranteed. With it being twins… it was just too much." 

Emmet reached over and patted his brother on the shoulder. He didn't really know what to say. 

"They just turned five. They're my entire world." He glanced over to the bedroom that they were asleep in. "I just want them to be safe." 

"And they will be," Emmet said. "Unova may not be paradise, but we do not have pokemon attacks, hardly ever. And now that you're back, you have help. You may not remember them, but we do have family and friends." 

"We do?" The question slipped before Ingo even really thought about it. 

Emmet nodded, a deep sadness permeating his bones. Yet another reminder that his brother had been swallowed up by time for a full decade with no idea who he was. 

"Perhaps it is time to head to the home station for resting," Emmet said. "It has been a long day. We can continue discussing in the morning." 

"I want a paint set," Rei said. "Daddy took us to a Daycare and they had paint there and let us make a drawing. Daddy put it on the fridge." He didn't look up from his car, the red one. The red one was his favorite, Emmet knew. 

"I want a trampoline!" Akari squealed as she wound up the blue car, her favorite. She insisted it was the fastest. "I wanna jump really really high and touch the moon!" 

Elesa snorted and ruffled the girl's silver hair. "If you do touch it, let me know if it's really made out of cheese, eh?" 

"The moon is made of cheese?" Rei asked, finally looking up with his eyebrows knitted. 

"Some people say it is. They say it's made out of stinky blue cheese." Elesa motioned up, to the ceiling, and presumably beyond that, the moon. "And that sometimes you can see the bite that a giant pokemon took out of it. That's why there's a hole there." 

Akari's eyes were wide as she considered this. "Woah." 

It was truly astounding how much they'd grown in the three years they'd lived in Unova, Emmet mused. The language had come fairly easily to them (though they still talked to each other in Hisuian sometimes). 

Akari beckoned to Emmet. "Uncle Emmet, we still have the green car and we need another racer." 

Elesa waved the yellow car at him. "Yeah come on, Uncle Emmet. Don't be a wet blanket." 

Emmet rolled his eyes and fluffed up her hair. "Only if you're not." 

"Emmet, you're such a pain." 

"Me?" He asked, feigning ignorance as she tried to fix the mess of her hair Emmet had made. "I just wanted to come and race the green car." 

"You both are horrible influences," Ingo grumbled from the kitchen. 

"You know, eight is a pretty big birthday," Elesa said, ignoring Ingo’s comment. 

"It is?" Akari asked her. 

"That's the age I met your pops and uncle at," she said. "My mom was taking me for a trip to Opelucid and they were there with their uncle. We were just walking by when someone knocked me over and spilled a drink all over my dress. Turns out, Emmet hadn't been watching where he was running and he'd been chasing a Joltik. He yelled at me for being in the way and I got so mad, I chased him," she laughed. "Ingo was behind me trying to get me to not pulverize him. My mom started chasing me down. And their uncle Drayden was chasing all of us." 

Emmet's face burned. "You were in my way." 

That only made her laugh harder. "We caused so much trouble as kids."

"And I was usually trying to get you out of it," Ingo grumbled, drying his hands and coming over to sit by the group. "Don't listen to them," he said to the kids, "we were all in trouble all the time." 

"I kinda felt bad for you, Ig. Though you often also got in on the stupid stuff we did." 

"Like what?" Rei asked. 

"No comment," Emmet said quickly, seeing his brother's warning glare. 

"Did I ever tell you what they're named after?" Ingo had asked him one day. The twins were maybe six, playing with Haxorus in the garden. 

"No, I do not believe so." Emmet and Ingo stood on the porch, watching them. The sun was warm, a light breeze stirring the leaves on the trees. They’d only been living in the house for a couple months now. There was still a lot to do in terms of making it a home, but Emmet needed a break. So he stood outside with his brother, leaning on the railing in identical fashion. 

"Did I tell you the story of the Heroes of Hisui?" His eyes stayed trained on his children, always alert, even though Haxorus was more than capable of handling them. 

"Bits and pieces." 

"There was a time when Hisui was riddled with space-time distortions," Ingo started. "I know I mentioned those. One of those is what we fell through when we landed in the Subway. A massive rip in space-time hung just over the center of the region, in Mount Coronet. And one day, two teenagers fell out of it and landed right next to Jubilife. Soon after, the Nobles, I told you about those, started to be struck by strange lightning and going into destructive frenzies. They completely mauled anyone who came near and even killed one or two.The two teenagers calmed the Nobles as they were struck and built up a reputation. I met them myself once, and guided them through the Highlands." 

He paused in his story to watch Akari as she hopped for a tree branch, pointing to it and calling to Haxorus. It lifted her up, allowing her to pluck a ripe Oran from its branches, and set her down gently. 

"And then the sky changed. It was awful, Emmet. Something I'd never wish to see again. I am not sure what happened, but the heroes fixed the sky. They fixed the rift, too. And soon after, they disappeared. I'm not sure what happened to them, but I always hoped they got to return home. Wherever they belonged. The twins’ mother wanted to name them after the Heroes to bring them luck and courage." 

Emmet nodded beside him, watching Rei run circles around Haxorus to try to grab her tail. "I think they are honorable names. They suit them."

If Ingo could smile, he would have.

[First] - [Next]

[teenage-mutant-ninja-freak]

Ily & i hope you are doing well little bean!!!! 🖤 could you write a lil drabble on the mob turtles x y/n if you kept bothering *insert turtle here* during a meeting bc you want attention so he excuses himself for a second & just shoves a vibrator in your panties & gets to be the one to control it when he goes back to the meeting 🌈😇🤌

Ok this is so fun and 100% something I can see them doing

Mob! Leo

He's still in a meeting

at one point you were even listening in outside the door but the clients are Russian so he's speaking Russian so you couldn't understand a word

it's time to have some fun, you think

in the bathroom you pull up your top and take off your bra and take a sexy photo in the mirror

making that little pouty, bratty face that he likes

you go back to standing out side the door and *send*

it's a waiting game now, but you don't have to wait long

within 2 minutes he's storming outside the door, grabs you by the arm and pulls you to his bedroom

he grabs something from one of the drawers and shoves it in your pants

"What the fuck are you-"

"shut up! You don't wanna be a good girl? Ok, I can play that game"

he storms off back to the meeting and you're just about to inspect what he just put in your underwear when *buzzzz*

you almost fall to the floor, thighs squeezed together and a small gasp escaping your mouth

ok, so that's new

it only becomes a problem when you walk to the kitchen and almost start moaning in the middle of Raph talking to you

he pretends he can't hear the muffled vibrating sound and just walks away muttering "Freaky deeky shit, Leo..."

Mob! Raph

He's had this toy a while and just been waiting for a chance to use it

and you sitting in on a meeting with him, rubbing his thigh a little too close to his dick and knowing exactly what you're doing is his excuse

"Would you excuse us for just a moment, gentlemen?"

he pins you up against the wall, slides it into your underwear and tells you he's only gonna turn up the intensity the more fuss you make so you best be quiet

and boy does he keep on that promise

you're squirming in your seat so much so that he has to pull you onto his lap

you barely remember the 2nd half of the meeting, all your energy going into not ripping his pants off and riding him then and there

the guys he was with don't seem to have a clue whats going on with you

you just smile sweetly before he turns up the settings once more and your eyes damn near roll back in your skull.

"I'm so sorry, I have to-I have to...Go check on something"

When Raph comes t find you after you basically jump his his bones

you tend to be a little naughtier during his meetings from the on out

Mob! Mikey

you're in a meeting with him, a big one actually, and he's clearly bored out of his mind

it's written all over his face and the way he's talking

very monotone "Yeah" and "Ok, sure..."

you feel so bad that he's clearly bored so you decide to spice things up a little

sitting the other side of the table from him, you start running your foot up his leg towards his crotch

he defo notices what you're doing but he's playing it so cool

up until he can't anymore...

"One second, friends. I think it's only fair that my beautiful girlfriend who has had to suffer through all this business talk comes to sit next to me. I should be giving the lady more attention"

you oblige and the second they're distracted by some paperwork, he reaches over and slides something into your underwear

you don't think too much of it at first, Mikey is normally trying shit on with you at any given moment it's actually him removing his hand that makes you confused

you can feel a small object in your underwear tho and that's when the fun starts

you can't help it, you start to pant and fidget in your seat

Mikey is clearly enjoying this and puts a hand on your arm, rubbing little circles with his thumb

one of the men in the room asks you something and you manage to say, as innocently as possible, "I'm so sorry, I'm not really feeling myself. What did you ask?"

white knuckles from gripping the arm of your chair so hard Mikey decides to cut the meeting short only to drag you to his bedroom

Mob! Donnie

It's all so boring

who would have thought a weapons deal would need to take so long

you've been messing with him a little, dropping your pen and dipping under the table to pick it up only to kiss his inner thighs when no one could see

or leaning in to kiss him on the cheek and sneakily giving him a little love bite on the neck

he's flustered, which he doesn't like being when anyone can see

so he excuses you both for a minute to "grab some paperwork"

second you're out of the room his hand is around your throat and he's hissing at you

"Oh I can play this game, too. Much, much better than you can"

he slips something into your underwear and drags you back into the room with some piece of paper that's probably trash but he needed to bring something back with him

a gasp escapes your lips when you feel it

it's pulsing and vibrating and it feels so damn good

you're biting your lip, you trying to stifle moans and you're very clearly turning red

the others in the room actually start asking if you're ok because you're being so off

you're just glad that can't hear the low buzzing sound coming from your panties

"Don't worry about her, let's get back to business"

he doesn't stop there, though

his hand is on your inner thigh, inching closer and closer to when you so desperately want it to be

"everybody leave" you say in a small voice and they turn to hear you better

"I said, everybody fucking leave" in a much more demanding voice

they do as you say

you're not sure if the others would be ok with you getting dicked down hard on the conference table but that's what happened

"You need to behave when we have guests over" warns Donnie

"Totally fucking worth it" you can't help but say

[maiko-san]

The Dark Network

sneak peak on the prologue

I woke up with sweat covering my entire body, my heart beats fast against my ribcage and my breathing is uneven.

'Another nightmare'

I run my fingers through my hair as I let out a frustrated sigh, it has been a week- wait no a month. I have the same dream over and over, but everytime I wake up. I couldn't remember what it was, everything was a blur.

But I know that dream has meaning, something bad is going to happen.

I get off the comfort of my bed and went to the kitchen, a cup of cold water could calm down my nerve. Once I got my drink, I stand near the window and see my reflection.

I look horrible. With bags under my eyes, my lips are chapped and my greying brown hair is unkept. I put away the empty glass and went to the bathroom to clean myself up.

After I'm done, I went outside to water my small garden. The flowers are blooming and showing their brightest colours for everyone to see, I couldn't help but smile. Gardening is one of my favourite hobbies.

"Good morning, Mr. Abel!" a voice said causing my to turn my attention to the gate, it was Henry. A young mail man that lives a few blocks away. With a smile plaster on his lips as he pulls out a letter from his bag.

"Good morning, Henry. Got a letter for me?" I questioned the young man.

"Yup! You got yourself a letter!" Henry chirps as he hands over the letter to me. I take it from his hand. "Thanks, Henry" I said as Henry tips his cap. "Your welcome!" he said before walking up to the next house to deliver a letter.

I turn my attention to the letter in my hand, I couldn't help but smile as soon I recognised the hand writing on the envelope.

It was from my niece, Charlie. I open the letter and reads it.

Dear Uncle Abel,

Hello, Uncle Abel! I hope you are doing well in your little cozy home! I'm doing fine if you're wondering! I just want to say..... I got my dream job! Yippe!

I can't wait to get started with my new job, wish me luck and by the way, take good care of yourself!

Your beloved niece, Charlie.

I shake my head as I let out a small chuckle, Charlie always the brightest person. I notice there is a photo, I take it out and smiles at the sight of my niece smiling for the camera.

For some reason, I feel a tingle in my chest and it was unsettling......but I ignored it.

Timeskip

A week has passed and my days went as normal. Currently, I am watching the TV. There's nothing much to do in the weekends, I could go out and went to the park.

As I was about to take a sip of my coffee, my phone rings. I check the number and it belongs to Annie, Charlie's mother.

I pick up the phone.

"Hello" I said.

"Abel, I need your help...." Annie's voice enters my ears, she sound distressed.

"What's wrong, Annie?" I questioned her. All I could hear was sobbing.

"It's Charlie...." she sobbed. My brows knitted together, "What happened?" I asked her but all I hear are crying. "I-I'll get to your house, alright" I said as I quickly grab my keys and drive my way towards her house that is 7miles away from here.

.

"She hasn't answered any of my calls for a week— I even tried messaging her— I-I asked her friends but they doesn't know where she is— Abel, please you got to help me" cried Annie as she hugs me tightly, I gently rub her back as I comfort her.

"Tell me, when the last time you contacted her?" I questioned her, Annie wipes away her tears. "A-at her workplace....I did tried contacting the HR but they never answered my calls" she explained.

"Where's the place she work at?" Annie look up to me, "Charlie d-didn't tell you?" she stuttered. "Tell me what?".

"She's working for C&A, Abel"

My heart drops at her statement.

That company supposed to be shut down 5 years ago! Why it is still running? I stand up from the couch and went to the door, I turn my head slightly.

"Abel....?"

"I will find her, Annie. Don't you worry" I said.

.

I finally arrive at the building and it's already night time.The place is the same as before and nothing has changed. This place doesn't have any security or whatsoever, everything looks abandoned.

"How did you manage to get a job here, Charlie..." I whispered, questioning how she gets a job at an abandoned place. I hop out of my truck and put on my satchel and bring out my flashlight.

I open the gate and make my way into the building, everything is dark. I turn on my flashlight to see an empty building, each footsteps I took leaves an echoe.

"Charlie?" I called out. Hoping that she reply.

I hear something scattering across the floor, I shine my flashlight towards the source and it was a rat, I turn away from it and resume my search. Calling out for Charlie for time to time.

I went through all the rooms that the building has but there's nothing, could it be they have a different building at a different location?

No, Annie gave me the exact address.....

There has to be something here, like...like a hidden door? A hidden office? Yes, that's the only thing I could think off.

As I continue my search, I noticed a shelf blocking something. I quickly make my way towards it and check what's behind it, I could make it out but I noticed there is a door behind it.

I push the shelf aside and it was a bright red door, it was just an emergency exit. I let out a frustrated sigh as I slowly turn away, it's just an exit door. As I take a step, I hear the door creaks open.

A bead of sweat rolls down my cheek as I slowly turn my head, behind the door I see a light source peeking through the small gap. I turn around and push the door open.

My eyes widen at the sight of a desk with an old computer and a headset.

My flashlight drops to the ground, "No, she didn't —" before I could even react. The door behind me slams shut as I takes a few steps away. The single light flickers on and off. Then, something strikes from the shadows and binds me down.

"Argh!" whatever holding me down was strong and I couldn't see due to the flickering light. I lift my head to see the computer screen glitching wildly before showing me a game screen title and before I knew it, I feel the headsets strap itself to my face by an invisible force.

The last thing I see was....darkness.

[beyondxmeasure]

My collection of fics written for the One Direction fandom, most recent listed first. Subscribe here for new fic & chapter updates!

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♾️ Near You Now

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Explicit | 8K | Larry | Strangers to Lovers | Neighbors | PWP | Grindr AU

When a leaky bathroom sink turns into a minor flood, Harry has to act fast. So, he thinks of the closest (and most unlikely) way to find home repair help… Grindr. The last thing he expects from this quick fix is to find anything long term.

Or... A Grindr AU inspired by this very real DM exchange as seen in this tumblr post.

♾️ Paint a Rainbow Inside My Heart

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Teen+ | 22K | Larry | 5+1 Things | Queer Coding | Sexual Identity | Coming Out

A story about hiding in plain sight and the journey to revealing your truth, told in six acts. Or, the five times Harry queer coded with actions, behaviors or clothing and the one time he was too proud to hide it anymore.

🏳️‍🌈 Written for the @1dpridefest

♾️ The Habit I Can't Break

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Explicit | 63K | Larry | Strangers to Lovers | Fitness Instructor Harry | Mild Kink (discovery)

While searching for a healthy alternative to fill the void that one habit left, Louis gets hooked on something and someone totally different. This new experience pushes him way out of his comfort zone, making Louis realize he’s capable of so much more than he could’ve ever imagined.

Or… The one where Louis quits smoking and tries to get healthy, and Harry is the fitness instructor who helps him achieve those goals while making him sweat in and out of the gym. In which Harry and Louis still meet at bootcamp, just not the one you’re thinking of.

Featuring Lottie as the supportive sister who drags her brother to bootcamp class, Louis as the grumpy (and very recently) ex-smoker, and Harry as the instructor with exhausting amounts of enthusiasm and one obnoxious pair of yellow trainers.

♾️ Forget About the World Outside, Because It's Just Me and You Tonight

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Explicit | 4K | Larry | Post-Brit Awards Smut

Harry’s swept the Brits, bringing home four awards. He couldn’t be prouder and can’t wait to share his excitement with his favorite person, who he knows is waiting for him in the limo to take him home. He can’t help it if his mind starts to wander while the press snaps photos of him with his statuettes. All he can think about is the warm welcome he knows he’s bound to receive.

But first, Harry will have some repenting to do for a particular comment he made to the world about one, Stanley Tucci.

Or... The one where Louis didn’t care much for Harry’s acceptance speech for the Album of the Year award and needs to remind him that it’s Louis (not some bald American twat) who Harry loves more than anyone else in the world.

♾️ Let Your Heart Be Light

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Teen+ | 77K| Larry + Ziam + Nashe | Enemies to Lovers | Advent Fic | Christmas Fluff | Slow Burn

Louis Tomlinson, a self-proclaimed holiday-hater, loses his job two weeks before Christmas. Broke and desperate to see his family back home in England, he takes the only job left at the mall as one of Santa’s helpers. Harry is an unconventional mall Santa, the youngest one they’ve had in years, but with as much holiday spirit as any other seasoned Saint Nick. He’s determined to un-Grinch the new guy in Santa’s Village if it takes until Christmas, then he finds out the devastating reason Louis has lost his Christmas cheer. Will Harry be just the thing Louis needs to help him get his sparkle back?

Featuring Liam as the manager at Santa's Village, Niall as an easy-going Irish elf and Harry's best friend, grumpy Grinch Louis and his best friend Zayn and one matchmaking Mrs. Claus.

♾️ Lazy Days and Pancakes for Two

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Teen+ | 4K | Larry | Established Relationship | Domestic Fluff

They haven't seen each other in eighteen days. What better way to spend a much-needed tour break than having a lazy day watching shit TV and having breakfast in bed with your husband.

♾️ I Gave Up Hope and Found You Instead

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Teen+ | 14K | Larry | Strangers to Lovers | Pirate AU | Fisherman Louis | Fluff/Angst/Hurt/Comfort

The entire village warned him not to go. Still, the peculiar boy from Eroda set sail on an odd-numbered day and, without knowing it, headed straight into the Our Flag Means Death universe. While being held captive aboard the pirate ship Revenge, the boy meets a fisherman named Louis.

Tasked by the captain to teach the reluctant boy to fish, Louis struggles to hide his frustration and hold his tongue. As difficult as it was to deal with this clumsy stranger, the skilled fisherman had worse assignments and more unpleasant partners, but none of them with a smile as bright as this peculiar boy had. A moment of unexpected distress catches them off guard, and both soon find out it’s much easier to catch feelings than fish.

Or, Where the "Adore You" music video ends and the Our Flag Means Death canon begins.

🐟 Written for @erodaficfest

♾️ I Was Born like This, Don't Even Gotta Try

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Explicit | 2K | Larry | 2015 Era | Canon Reimagined | Fluff & Smut

A Gucci suit to get on your knees for… Louis and Harry return home after a long day of promo events and cocktail parties. They’re both exhausted, but that doesn’t stop Louis from keeping a promise he made to Harry in the limo earlier that night.

A certain geometric Gucci suit might have played a part in helping Louis’ keep that promise.

♾️ A Simple Twisted Fate

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Explicit | 18K | Larry | Strangers to Lovers | Tattoo Artist Louis | Rock Star Harry | Kink Exploration

Global rock star Harry Styles has some time to kill between tour dates and stumbles into a Doncaster tattoo shop with a desire for some new ink. He has a few other desires as well, but those he must keep to himself.

Louis Tomlinson, owner of Twisted Fate Tattoos, has seen enough of the tabloids and thinks he knows everything there is to know about this world-famous rock star, and he’s not impressed.

Harry may be one of the world's biggest stars known for a lavish lifestyle, crazy parties and entourages of women wherever he goes, but he’s more than just what his image and wild reputation suggests.

Things take an interesting turn when Louis finds out he’s been helping satisfy Harry’s voracious pain kink. Bet he'd love to know that not only is Louis a gifted tattoo artist, but an experienced Dom as well. Perhaps they both have something to learn from each other, if only Louis would give Harry a chance. Maybe their paths crossing was more than just a twist of fate, but the universe’s plan all along.

Written for @subharryficfest

⚓ Update (11.1.22): New installment in the ‘Twisted’ universe coming soon!

♾️ Just a Little Taste Before I Go

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Explicit | 4K | Larry | OTRA Tour | Kink Exploration

Just before showtime, Harry has a bit of nervous energy and needs help to settle himself before he and the boys hit the stage in Milwaukee. Louis knows just the place.

Or… The one where Harry and Louis just need to... ahem, blow off some steam in a storage closet and wind up dabbling in some unplanned kink exploration—and we find out what really happened before they took the stage that night of OTRA tour… you know the one.

Written for @subharryficfest

♾️ Climbing the Swells

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Explicit | 6K | Larry | Enemies to Lovers | Surfer AU | Smut

One surfer out of his depth amongst some territorial locals makes a bold move and a very unwelcome entrance. After things go wrong, another surfer reluctantly takes mercy on him, offering some first-aid and unexpected hospitality aboard his Airstream. A couple dimples and a few wayward curls go a long way to soften one surly local, and what started out as a rough morning becomes a very sunny spot to the day.

Or… The one where a clumsy Harry and a stubborn Louis reconcile their grievances on the beach, with a heartfelt apology from Louis on his knees without saying a word.

🏖️ Written for @hlsummerfest2021

♾️ I Know You Rider (Gonna Miss Me when I’m Gone)

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Teen+ | 9K | Larry | Strangers to Lovers | 1990s AU | Single-Rider Line AU

Waiting in line at the Big Dipper, one angsty skater punk gets paired with a chilled out hippy boy, by way of a single-rider line. Together, they ride one of Cypress Gardens’ oldest wooden roller coasters. Will this easy-going stranger in tie-dye make Louis forget his fear of heights, or turn their rickety ramble into a nightmare on steel wheels? Either way, it will be a ride Louis won’t soon forget.

Or… The one where Louis hates hippies and roller coasters and Harry tries to fix that with lots of fun facts, terrible puns and perhaps one very life-changing moment in a dark tunnel.

🏖️ Written for @hlsummerfest2021

🍋 Part 1 of Arcades & Lemonade. Part 2 coming soon-ish!

♾️ Freedom Always Comes with a Price

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Explicit | 101K | Larry | Lovers to Friends to Lovers | Memory Loss | Non-Linear Narrative | Angst, Fluff & Smut

A shared dream brings them together onto the X-factor stage, but one decision changes Harry and Louis’ lives overnight. Thrust into a world of instant stardom, they're forced to live a lie to sustain their dreams, but years of living in the shadows and under strict management take its toll.

With the band's impending hiatus, there’s no better time for change, so they think.

Desperate for a solution, they turn to an unlikely source with a radical plan. An unfortunate accident sets everything in motion, but not how they intended, leaving Louis’ memories altered, Harry broken-hearted and full of regret.

Can Harry figure out a way to fix everything? Will he even want to once he sees how Louis moved on after the hiatus? Will Louis ever find out the truth of their past, and can he forgive Harry after all this time?

In the end, two friends find out that memories are elusive, trust is everything and love is the only antidote.

💥 Written for @onedirectionbigbang

♾️ Longing like a Searchlight

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Explicit | 27K | Larry | 5+1 Things | Roommates to Lovers | Road Trips | Mutual Pining | Angst and Smut

Louis moves in with his friend Harry and soon thoughts of his new flatmate are anything but innocent. When it comes to acting on those urges while he’s alone, Louis has no control, and it doesn’t take long for his primal impulses to turn into deep, urgent longing the more time they spend together.

An unexpected family event takes Harry home for the weekend. Will it be the catalyst that finally brings them together, or what tears them apart when Louis overhears what Harry reveals to his mother about his true feelings?

Or... The Five times Louis almost gets caught during a salacious moment of self-care and the one time he did... a roommates-to-lovers fic with lots of feels.

Written for @1d5xfest

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MCKENNA GRACE'S EP 'BITTERSWEET 16' SENTENCE STARTERS

UGLY CRIER

"she's such an ugly crier"

"she'll never be taylor swift"

"she can't get a grip"

"even at her best, she's a constant mess"

"i'm so mediocre"

"i'm not perfect, i'm a screw up"

"who could love me like this?"

"she's mature for her age, but too young for __"

"i'm such an ugly crier"

CITY LEAVER

"somehow we still got lost"

"wait, where are we?"

"it was pretty cute"

"it's not far from la to houston"

"you never told me you were visiting"

"it's so far from la to houston"

"say you miss me but i don't believe it"

"i don't want to hear it, i don't want to see it"

CHECKERED VANS

"a low blow even for you"

"my stupid heart was in your hands"

"you used me like your cigarettes"

"i should've known better"

"your words are made of daggers"

"you even ruined air for me"

"damn what the hell happened?"

"i swear you exist just to spite me"

BUZZKILL BABY

"are you happy now that i'm so miserable?"

"isn't that what you wanted from me?"

"you liked to pick me apart like daisies"

"wish i never even met you in the first place"

"you're such a buzzkill"

"it's almost impressive how much you still stress me out"

"you cut the deepest kind of wounds"

"almost had me with your shallow flattery"

"left me crying in the bathroom on my birthday"

"i cried like a funeral"

"i watched you pick me apart like daisies"

WHAT IF?

"what if you never parked your car in that parking lot?"

"what if i had just thought twice?"

"what if i walked away would you still have my heart today?"

"do i think of you now and then?"

"do i defend you to my friends?"

"would i do it all again?"

"i hate you and i never want to see your face again"

"what if you treated me with the kindness and respect i deserve?"

"what?!"

"maybe i'd have stayed with you"

"i deleted all our photos"

"i love it 'cause it's like we never met"

POST PARTY TRAUMA

"i must look so dumb"

"i don't know why i try to be honest"

"i just can't do parties"

"i deserve to be alone"

"now my cover's blown"

"i should just go home"

"how can i be myself?"

"i don't know who i am"

"words shoot out of their mouths like vomit"

"drinking lies like gin and tonic"

"my phone is dying"

"save me"

"i just need someone to take me home"

"need to go outside 'cause i'm nauseous"

"everybody here is so flawless"

"please stop talking shit"

"i'm so sick of high school drama"

COLLASPING STARS

"not really sure if you're human or just a heart killing machine"

"i'm trying to see if you ever did care about me"

"i really am trying so hard not to be mad"

"i'm lashing out 'cause i'm so sad"

"i say i don't but i really do miss what we almost could've had"

"it was close but no cigar"

"almost kissed in your car"

"now we're just collasping stars"

"i say i don't but i really do"

"i don't even know what's become of me"

BITTERSWEET 16

"i thought that i'd checked off some boxes"

"keep kicking my bucket list right down the street"

"they say i'm too young to think about love"

"they say i'm too young to think about love but without it i feel incomplete"

"i'll lie here, right here"

"less melodramatic, more anticlimactic"

"i'm all out of tears"

"when i was younger i used to wonder if i'd have a boyfriend"

"he'd tell me i'm pretty and make me feel nice"

"but i just feel shitty"

"my childhood's wasted and i'm scared to fix it"

"maybe i should get this life thing figured out"

"is it downhill from here?"

"i refuse to believe they're the best of my years"

"my mind makes up stories but they sure don't help"

"like a candle burning out"

[disneyanddisneyships]

@gyubby99 I love angst.

Alastor x OC fic

She was 19 with a baby on the way On the East-side of the city, she was working every day Cleaning dishes in the evening, she could barely stay awake She was clinging to the feeling that her luck was gonna change And, 'cross town she would take the bus at night To a one-bedroom apartment, and when she'd turn on the light She would sit down at the table, tell herself that it's alright She was waiting on the day she hoped her baby would arrive

Lilly woke up to the soft sound of birds outside her window.

She took a breath and sighed as she rested a hand gently on her stomach, the other moving to feel the other side if the bed, which had been empty.

She walked to her bathroom and brushed her teeth, ready to start a day of job hunting and cooking for her boyfriend.

She hummed as she washed the dishes from the previous night, placing food in the fridge that hadn't been eaten due to Jason not coming home.

He had promised her he'd be home.

But she was in a good mood, and couldn't be mad at him no matter how hard she tried.

The day passed and Lilly had fallen asleep on the old working down couch when she was startled awake by the door opening.

"Hi honey!" She exclaimed with a smile.

"Did you lay on the couch all fucking day? You're so fucking lazy," Jason stated as he stomped into their shared bedroom, leaving Lilly on the couch.

She sighed before looking down at her growing tummy.

She'd never be alone Have someone to hold And when nights were cold She'd say

Lilly smiled as she realized that when this baby came, she wouldn't be alone. She'd have someone to spend time with.

Lilly walked into the bathroom and sat on the tub.

The world's not perfect, but it's not that bad If we got each other, and that's all we have I will be your mother, and I'll hold your hand You should know I'll be there for you When the world's not perfect When the world's not kind If we have each other, then we'll both be fine I will be your mother, and I'll hold your hand You should know I'll be there for you

"Oh my baby.... you know... the world's not perfect, but it's not that bad.... if we have each other, then that's all we have.... I'll be your mother and I'll hold your hand..... I will always be there for you," Lilly muttered to her bump with a soft smile.

.........

"I'm sorry," Lilly whispered as she tied the rope to the ceiling of the closet. "The world is too imperfect, the world is too unkind. We wont be able to have each other, I won't be fine.... I cant be your mother... I can't be there for you," she whispered to her tummy before knocking the stool out from below herself.

............

They were 90 and were living out their days On the West-side of the city next to where they got engaged They had pictures on the walls of all the memories that they'd made And though life was never easy, they were thankful that they stayed With each other, and though some times were hard Even when she made him angry he would never break her heart No, they didn't have the money to afford a fancy car But they never had to travel 'cause they'd never be apart

Aponi woke up to the sleeping figure of Alastor, the lighting from heaven beaming down on the two.

The photos on the walls showed their wedding up here in heaven, as well as the place they had gotten engaged, and the place where they had adopted Judith.

"Good morning, beautiful," Alastor muttered as he pulled aponi closer.

"Good morning, my love," Aponi whispered back as she cuddled closer to him.

Even at the end Their love was stronger than The day that they first met They'd say

The two walked through the house while their daughter was at school.

They knew each other so well by now.

Alastor pulled her in to dance, no music in the air.

The world's not perfect, but it's not that bad If we got each other, and that's all we have I will be your lover, and I'll hold your hand You should know I'll be there for you When the world's not perfect When the world's not kind If we have each other, then we'll both be fine I will be your lover, and I'll hold your hand You should know I'll be there for you

"Al?" Aponi asked as she rested her hea Don his chest as they swayed back and fourth.

"Yes, my dear?" He replied.

"The world's not perfect, but it's not that bad. We have our family. It's all we have.... I will be your lover and I'll hold your hand... I'll always be here with you," Aponi stated.

"When the world isn't perfect, or when the world isn't kind, we have each other other were both just fine. I will always be there for you," Alastor replied as he held her closer.

You should know I'll be there for you

.........

Gabriel walked through the house his mother lived in, toward her room.

I'm 23, and my folks are getting old I know they don't have forever and I'm scared to be alone

When he mother died he knew he'd be truly alone.. all of his family members would be gone.... including his big sister....

............

So I'm thankful for my sister, even though sometimes we fight When high school wasn't easy, she's the reason I survived I know she'd never leave me and I hate to see her cry So I wrote this verse to tell her that I'm always by her side I wrote this verse to tell her that I'm always by her side I wrote this verse to tell her that

"Lilly wait up!" A 10 year old Gabriel called as he ran after his sister.

"Tag! You're it!" Lilly yelled as she tagged her brother.

"Not fair you cheated!" Gabriel called.

"Did not!" Lilly shouted in return.

...........

"High school is just really hard, lills....." Gabriel stated over the phone as he worked on some homework.

"Toldja so. Chin up, kid. You're a senior! So close to being done!" Lilly exclaimed from the other line.

"Yeah I know..... how's it going with Jace and the pregnancy?" Gabtiel asked.

Lilly was silent for a few seconds.

"Lills?" Gabriel asked.

"Its uh.... fine.... I guess," Lilly stated.

Before Gabriel could ask anything more, he heard a slam of a door followed by a gasp from his sister.

"I-ive gotta go," Lilly stated.

"What? Wait-" He was cut off by the sound of the phone call ending.

..........

The world's not perfect, but it's not that bad If we got each other, and that's all we have I will be your brother, and I'll hold your hand You should know I'll be there for you When the world's not perfect When the world's not kind If we have each other, then we'll both be fine I will be your brother, and I'll hold your hand You should know I'll be there for you

"We found her in her closet...." one of the officers spoke to the family, rendering Gabriel speechless as he drowned everything out.

He looked through the glass at his deceased sister on the table, a mark around her neck.

"Can I go inside?" Gabriel asked.

"I'm sorry, but we can't let-"

"Please...... she was my best friend," Gabriel spoke in a shaky voice.

The door opened and Gabriel walked in, standing next to her he took her hand in his.

"We had each other it was always fine.... I would've been there for you," He muttered before a tear slipped down his face.

..........

Aponi walked the streets of heaven with her father, making short conversation when a voice made itself known.

"Lilly?"

Aponi turned around to spot her brother. "Gabriel," she muttered before the two angels ran to one another and hugged.

You should know I'll be there for you