#dave happened to the towels

[coridallasmultipass]

Preview of the Bro/Dave fic I'm workin' on:

[Scene: roadside motel, 6:53 AM]

You look over at the side table. The apple juice is looking pretty tempting right now.

You grab it and twist the seal open with a crackle.

"Is that my apple juice?" Dave mumbles out against his pillow. Shit.

"'S mine now."

Dave turns to glare at you. You can hear him communing telepathically with you. 'Try it, motherfucker.'

You try it.

And get a mouthful of bitchslap.

Dave snatches it away from you without spilling a drop and sits up to drink it. "Can't fuckin' sleep with you being all loudly silent, anyway. I can practically hear your brain going 'tick-tock, Dave, time to wake up, Dave, you sleep too much, Dave, did you know I'm a big fucking douche, Dave?'" he rambles on while walking into the bathroom.

"So what happened to all the towels?" You call out.

"Shut the fuck up."

[chelseeebe]

yours, forever

18+ mdni. smut. mean!exhusband!eddie;) breeding kink if you squint a lil

a/n: i was not expecting to post again so soon but this genuinely couldn’t wait lol. i have another parts to this little piece so lmk if you’d like to see it. someone posted a really really good exhusband!eddie fic like a month ago and ive lost it, but they inspired this entire thing!

^it was this post by @madelynraemunson !!!

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eddie wasn’t expecting to find you standing on the other side of the door, nor had he expected you to barge right past him and into his kitchen. 

you seemed to show up with zero rhyme or reason, typically wanting something from him. 

that was fine, appreciated even. 

he just wasn’t a fan of you waltzing into his home with the sole purpose of talking about your pig of a husband. 

“david wanted me to ask you if he could take the kids up to washington to see his parents,” you stand awkwardly at the kitchen island, his apartment a shell of the house you once owned together. 

eddie pauses, launching the dish towel onto the counter and laughs, deep and gravely as he swings back around, “no.” 

“why not?” you huff, blinking expectantly at your petulant ex. he’d always been a sucker for your eyes, divorce couldn’t changed that. 

“because i said so,” leaning against the marbled counter, “he asked you to ask me and i said no, that’s it. done.” 

“you’re being stubborn,” crossing your arms over your chest, scolding in the way you talk to him. 

“i don’t care.”

“eddie,” stepping forward. 

“sweetheart,” his tone disapproving as he also steps up, closing the gap between you, “no,” enunciating the word in hopes that you’d actually understand now. 

“don’t be an asshole,” you frown, a couple years ago you’d pout and get your own way but now eddie found great satisfaction in telling you no.  

“i’m not being an asshole, you asked me a question and i answered, dave can go to washington, but you and my kids can’t,” his lip twitching into a dastardly smirk. any minute now you’d crack, really let loose on his ass. 

“oh, so now i can’t go? who the fuck are you to tell me what to do?” poking your sharp finger into his chest, a fury behind your eye that almost instantly made him hard. 

“the father of our kids? or have you forgotten about that?” 

“unfortunately not,” rolling your eyes, nonetheless you make no effort to leave, your bag already on the counter, signifying that what he assumed would happen next was definitely going to happen next. 

“you don’t mean that,” sidling closer, trapping your body between the counter and his chest, “because if you did, you wouldn’t let me keep fucking the shit outta you.”

eddie’s rock solid now, this was foreplay for him, getting high off of the way you argued with him, degrading him right to his face. 

“shut up,” rolling your eyes to the back of your head, fingers curling into the hem of his shirt, “you’re so pathetic,” glancing down at his boner now pressing against your cunt. 

“mmhmm,” he wouldn’t fight it, in fact, he’s proud of it, “only for you though,” finding your hips, palming at the doughy flesh. 

your lips twitch and he knows he’s won this fight, planting your lips to his, a firm hand on his chest just to remind him who was really in charge. 

sighing into your mouth as you move against him, his hands running beneath the seam of your skirt, feeling his way up the backs of your thighs to settle on your ass. 

“eds,” you hum, pulling away from his lips, “i’ve gotta go pick the boys up,” making zero effort to stop the inevitable, your chest flush against his.

“well better make it quick this time then,” he growls, walking your body into the countertop, manhandling your body to face you against the hard counter, pressing up against the swell of your ass. his belt clinks as his jeans fall down around his thighs, boxers following behind. 

“this is.. i have to go,” you gasp, rolling your head back to allow his lips room to find your neck, nuzzling right into his favourite spot just tucked underneath your jaw. 

“then why don’t you leave?” his gruff voice vibrates against your chin as his hands slide underneath your shirt, spilling your tits from your bra to get a full handed grope of them. 

your hand rests atop of his, the other gripping to the countertop for dear life. 

you’re not going to leave, that much is obvious. eddie’s also fairly certain that you’ve got at least an hour before you have to go. he’s not stupid, you play the game just as much as he does, pretending to leave just to pounce on him straight after. 

“that’s what i thought,” sarcastic as ever, threatening to score violet splotches behind on your neck, though his lips detach before he’s able to. 

eddie lets his thoughts slip back to the reason you’re even here, letting himself get frustrated by your blind audacity all over again. 

“you must be fucking stupid coming in here, asking me shit like that,” his large, calloused hand pawing at your tits, the other yanking your panties down to hang around your thighs. 

“no i’m not,” arguing back though you’re completely docile, allowing him to bend your torso over the marbled countertop, his hands groping your plush skin. “he’s my..” sigh, “husband now and you need to- fu-uck respect that,” fingers curling around his arm, pinching at the skin when he slides inside with no warning. 

“what was that?” eddie mocks, slamming into your cunt with little remorse, full of years of pent up frustration and a tiny dose of regret. 

once upon a time, this was his everyday. having you absolutely anywhere he wanted, and now it was solely reserved for times you really needed him to agree to something. or perhaps david had done something stupid, as he often did. sending you running back to eddie like a feeble little deer. 

“shut up,” sighing in time with his rough strokes, the sound of his hips slapping against your ass echoes through his barren kitchen, filthy sounds of sex wailed through his apartment far more often than they should. 

before you’d met david, he’d see you once a week while dropping the kids off, maybe he’d get to taste you a couple times a month, if he was lucky. it was only after you remarried that you’d come around unannounced, asking about something that most definitely could’ve been a call. 

eddie doesn’t care, you’re the only woman for him anyway, a couple divorce papers couldn’t change that. 

“you fuckin’ love it,” he growls, grabbing a fistful of your hair and fiercely tugging your head back, “y’gotta drive all the way over here just to cum, ain’t that sad?” speaking low right into your ear, his arms keeping a strong hold of your torso as your knees grow weak. 

“you don’t.. you’re- fuck you,” knuckles glowing white with your grip on the counter, other hand desperately nuzzling between your thighs, circling your neglected clit. 

“have to speak up honey, i can’t hear you,” the tip of his cock nudges against your soft spot, eliciting a strangled mewl from your pretty wetted lips. 

“i can make myself cum,” you speak proudly through gritted teeth, voice bouncing around with every slam of his hips, “i don’t need you,” rubbing your clit harsher, as if to prove a point. 

“oh yeah? show me baby.. let me see you cum,” slowing his strokes but keeping his cock firmly enveloped inside, jaw clenching with every squeeze and quiver of your cunt. 

eddie palms your tit, getting as much satisfaction from this as you were. your whimpers alone could make him cum, hell, just a look and he was rock solid in his jeans. 

“oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck,” gasping into the air, leant back against his shoulder, head turning to hide in the nook of his neck as you teeter over, waves of pleasure shocking your body. 

“shit,” he grunts underneath his breath, feeling you writhe around in his arms, “that was good sweetheart, my turn,” resuming his assault on your cunt, breath stuttering as his hips begin to rock again. 

his hand replaces yours, slipping between your thighs to find your clit, thrusts becoming sloppy and weak as the blood rushes to his head, sending his stomach into a series of somersaults. 

even in your separation, your pleasure came first. an important pocket of information wayne had awkwardly handed him when his voice started cracking and girls no longer had cooties. 

you’re putty in his arms, fully relying on the countertop to keep you upright, thighs quivering with the intensity of your orgasm and the anticipation of the quickly approaching next one. 

“oh.. my.. god,” whining with every thrust, your voice thick with lustrous air, too fucked out to stand or even think straight. 

“i’m gonna, sh-shit cum sweetheart,” pounding recklessly into your trembling pussy, dripping in a mixture of your juices. 

you clench around him, tipping over the edge once more, barely able to hold yourself upright with shaking knees and a harsh grip of his arm. 

eddie isn’t, nor had he ever been one for pulling out, he liked running that risk, the thrill of maybe knocking you up again. 

three kids don’t happen without at least one accident, that’s for sure. 

he doesn’t now, pumping the thick ropes of his release into your cunt, groaning belligerently as he does so. praying to god this was the time it stuck, pregnant with his child once again. 

you fall flat against the counter, heaving for breath with the last of his pathetic strokes, growling into the stuff air. 

he slaps a harsh palm to your ass for good measure, trailing his hand down your trembling thighs, “so you run along home now and tell him exactly what i told you,” fingering the lace of your panties as he hikes them back over your thighs.

“no.”

[punkshort]

Cuts Deep

Pairing: Dave York x f!reader

Summary: Dave shows up at your apartment in the middle of the night again, but for a different reason.

Warnings: language, descriptions of wounds/injuries/blood, smut (18+ MDNI), oral (m!receiving), little glimpse of soft!dave

WC: 2.6K

Collection Masterlist

You lost count how many times he had come to you in the middle of the night, but after the fourth or fifth time you began to recognize a pattern. It was always after he did... whatever it was that he did under the cover of night. There was a week where you thought he might be a vigilante crime fighter, then you realized you were watching too many movies and shut the television off.

You didn't dare ask him what he did. He wouldn't tell you, anyway, but you were afraid if you even questioned it, he might stop coming to see you.

And when he did come see you, it was always the same. It was always middle of the night. He always wore all black. And he always broke in and sat at the foot of your bed until you awoke. Or sensed his presence. Whatever you wanted to call it.

But that night was different.

You woke with a start when you heard a loud pounding on your front door. A closed fist slamming against the weak wood, rattling the chain on the other side that was left dangling, as always.

Stumbling out of bed, you rubbed your eyes while you made your way to your front door.

"Who the fuck is it?" you seethed, then your eyes widened when you peered through the peephole to find Dave on the other side. His hoodie was tossed over one shoulder and his arm was braced against your doorframe as he clutched his side with a gloved hand.

"Oh, my god," you breathed as you fumbled with the lock. You swung the door open and hurried him inside, glancing quickly down the hallway to make sure nobody saw, then locked the door behind him.

"What happened?" you exclaimed, hands beginning to shake when you saw his blood seeping through the thermal shirt he was wearing.

"You got a first aid kit?" he growled, cheeks puffing as he tried his best to stifle his pain.

"Y-yeah, uh," you swiveled around and grabbed a kitchen towel. You shooed his hand away from his side and pressed the towel there instead. "Bathroom," you instructed him. He nodded and followed you down the hall, then collapsed with a groan on the closed toilet seat.

He held the towel while you scrambled in your tiny linen closet for your first aid kit. It had all the essentials, but you had a feeling it wouldn't be enough for whatever was hiding under his shirt, so you tucked a few extra towels under your arm along with some large pieces of gauze and medical tape from the time you used to ride your bike to work and you flew over the handlebars, effectively ending that means of transportation for you permenantly.

Popping open the kit, you rummaged around for scissors, antiseptic, and whatever else you thought you might need within arms reach.

"Okay, are you ready? I'll need to take off your shirt."

He scowled at you and you rolled your eyes. Dave had a habit of keeping your sexual encounters as transactional and impersonal as possible, and that included him remaining fully clothed.

"I can cut it off, if you like," you offered, but he shook his head. Gingerly, he took off his gloves and raised his arm, hiding his pain while he struggled to remove the wrecked fabric. You immediately stepped forward to help, pulling at the wrist of his sleeve, then the other, and then carefully tugging it over his head. You balled it up and threw it in your tub to deal with later before turning back to him.

Even covered in blood and grime, he was beautiful. Your eyes briefly roamed over the sharp planes of his chest, strong and toned, then down his thick arms all the way to his softer belly. You had to turn away so you could hide your smile, tickled by the fact that he was actually mortal and didn't have a six pack.

After you washed your hands, you collected some gauze doused in antiseptic and knelt down in front of him so you could get a better look.

"I'm not a doctor," you said when you saw the deep gash along his ribs.

"I'm aware."

"No, what I'm saying is maybe you need to see one. This looks pretty nasty."

He grunted and shook his head. "Just clean it up and I got some glue you can squeeze on when you're done, it'll seal right up."

He leaned to his side and pulled out a tiny disposable plastic bottle filled with a clear liquid, then handed it to you. "Tear off the top and just squeeze," he explained. You stared at it in your palm, your brain still struggling to catch up with what was happening before putting it down on the counter next to you.

"Alright," you said hesitantly, then nudged his elbow so he would lift his arm. You did your best to be gentle as you dabbed at the cut but you heard his breath hitch each time you pressed down on the wound. Your eyes flicked up to his but he was staring at the wall behind you, his jaw flexing and his nostrils flaring. "Are you okay?"

"Fine, just hurry up," he snapped. You rolled your eyes again and tossed the pink gauze into your wastebasket before picking up the glue and twisting off the top.

"Is this going to hurt?" you asked him. He swallowed and nodded.

"Once it dries."

"When does it start to dry?"

"About twenty seconds after you put it on."

You bit your lip, looking back and forth between the glue and his seeping wound, then shifted your weight before leaning forward. You left one hand on his thigh for support while you hovered the glue over his cut.

"Just be quick," he said softly, almost pleading. You nodded and focused as hard as you could on your task, squeezing the tube and smearing the glue around with the tip of the bottle to make sure the entire cut was covered. And sure enough, right when you sat back on your heels to throw out the bottle, he groaned loudly and grabbed frantically at your towel bar.

"Fuck!" he seethed, his eyes squeezing shut as he struggled to breathe evenly through the pain.

"Shit! What do I do?" you asked, your hands hovering in the air around him. He shook his head and exhaled sharp little bursts of air through his pursed lips until his eyes finally reopened and he dragged in a deep breath through his nose.

"Fuck," he said again when he sagged against the back of the toilet, chest heaving. You grabbed his arm just as it fell from the towel bar and fanned some air along the gash, trying to help it dry so his skin wouldn't stick. You didn't realize it, but he was watching you carefully with a small smirk, eyes scanning up and down your body. He felt his cock spring to life when he finally realized you were on your knees, seated between his wide spread legs in just a thin sleep shirt. He recognized it. In fact, he had fucked you in the shirt before. The memory just sent more blood rushing between his legs.

"Okay, I think it's dry. I should probably put a bandage over it, right?" you asked, completely unaware of his erection pressed against his leg for maybe the first time since you started your little tryst.

"Yeah," he said, voice coming out a little more gravelly than he intended. He cleared his throat. "Put some gauze over it with some medical tape. It'll keep it clean til I can get home."

You nodded and began to rip into your package of gauze, picking out a few pieces to layer on top of one another before gently laying it over his cut. Your eyes, which no longer looked filled with fear, found his and he felt his stomach flip.

"Can you hold it here so I can get the tape?"

He nodded, his arm automatically dropping to hold the gauze against him with two fingers while you began to cut pieces of medical tape. After you had secured the bandage, he let his hand fall to his thighs, just inches away from where his cock was straining against his black jeans.

With a heavy sigh, you glanced over your shoulder at his mangled shirt. "I could put it in the wash for you. I don't think I have anything that'll fit you."

Dave shook his head. "I'll just wear my sweatshirt."

You turned back to face him, your gaze scanning him for any further injury before you braced yourself on his knees so you could stand.

"I have some ibuprofen-"

His hands shot out to grab your wrists and you paused, your body arched awkwardly halfway between kneeling and standing.

"I like the way you look down there."

You blinked rapidly for a moment and then he saw that familiar flash of desire in your eyes before you slowly eased back down.

"Are you saying you have something else you need my help with, Mr. York?"

His eyes lit up, pain temporarily forgotten as you slid your hand up his thigh.

"Don't tease me, I've had a shit fuckin' day," he scolded while fighting back the smile that threatened to spill across his face. He was growing very fond of this little game with you.

You chuckled, fingers pinching around his zipper and pulling down. "Really? Couldn't tell."

A mission that almost went sideways was a rarity for Dave York, but when it happened he had a tendency to dwell on it for far too long. He simply couldn't let it go until he figured out exactly where he went wrong and how he could avoid it in the future. Sometimes it took days or even weeks to get his mind off a mistake, but the moment you took him inside your warm mouth, all the stress melted away and his mind went blank.

"Shit, that's it," he whispered, watching in a daze as your lips wrapped perfectly around his cock. "Look so pretty like that. Yeah, keep going, little more," he urged, the compliment causing a gush of arousal at your center as you took him further into your mouth.

Before Dave, you didn't really enjoy giving oral sex. Your past partners were either too quiet or didn't reciprocate or, in one case, asked for it way too much. But not Dave. Much to your surprise, he always expressed his appreciation and was far more vocal than you expected, two things that turned you on and made you want to do it even more.

His fingers weaved through your hair and he hissed when he nudged the back of your throat. His hips lifted almost involuntarily, causing you to gag and tears to fill your eyes, but you quickly recovered.

Dave's breathing grew ragged and he fought like hell to ignore the pain in his side with every deep breath he took. He watched, transfixed, as you worked him up and down. Slowly at first, then with more speed. Your fist gripped him at the base, moving in rhythm with your mouth while you moaned around his cock, like you were enjoying it more than he was.

"Christ," he groaned, your tongue swirling around his length every time he sunk back inside your mouth. "Feels so good, baby," he rasped, letting his eyes slide shut and his head tip back, knocking lightly against the wall. Baby. God, you loved hearing that. It only made you work even harder.

You relaxed your jaw and took him as deep as you could without gagging. His grip on your hair tightened and relaxed with each pulse of his cock on your tongue. You dared to glance up at him and the sight took your breath away. He was still shirtless with his chest heaving and covered in a thin sheen of sweat and blood, chin tilted towards the ceiling in ecstasy, and it had you squeezing your thighs together to quell the ache between your legs. You noticed some bright blue bruises beginning to form across his torso and you had to fight the urge to kiss each one.

You released him with a gasp, dragging air deep into your lungs while your fist continued to glide up and down his shaft. You were just giving your jaw a little break but then his head tilted forward and he gazed down at you, lips parted for air and eyes wild.

And then he said something that had you melting.

"Please, I'm so close," he whispered, hand pressing gently against the back of your head. "Please, baby, please."

Please. Please, please, please. You weren't sure you'd ever heard him sound so soft and you certainly never heard him say that word.

Immediately, you slipped him past your lips, no matter how the muscles in your jaw screamed for relief. He sighed and you felt him relax as he went back to watching you work with renewed gusto.

"Such a good girl," he murmured, noticing right away how the praise affected you. You moaned and your eyes fluttered closed, relishing in the taste of him leaking onto your tongue. "You like this, huh? Like being on your knees for a killer?"

A shock of arousal hit you and you began to work even faster. It was the first shred of truth he shared with you. Even if you already assumed he killed people, it was different hearing the confession coming from him.

You hollowed out your cheeks and twisted your wrist, your neck muscles now aching from the effort but it was worth it when you heard his breath stutter and his soft little groans that filled the air.

"Oh, fuck," he moaned, hips lifting again, but this time you were ready for it. Your name on his lips sounded like a song when he came, deep grunts pairing with each burst of his seed across your tongue until he visibly relaxed and sagged backwards, chest and stomach rising and falling so fast that he felt lightheaded. Or maybe it was the blood loss.

You swallowed his salty release and sat back with a sharp gasp. You caught your breath against your tub, your eyes closed for a moment while you both tried to get your bearings.

When you reopened them, a jolt of fear shot through you. Dave was leaning against your vanity, eyes closed and looking pale. You scrambled to your feet and hooked your arms under his to help him stand.

"C'mon, you should lay down."

He nodded weakly and allowed you to lead him to your bed, where he collapsed and closed his eyes again. You stood next to your bed, biting your nail and looking around nervously. Was he okay? Should you call an ambulance? No, he wouldn't want that. A man like him must have some secret doctor he calls who doesn't ask questions. At least, that's what you'd seen on television.

"I'm fine," he mumbled, sensing your worry. "Just gotta... just need a minute."

"Okay," you said softly, then turned on your heel to head to your kitchen. You got him a bottle of water and made sure to tuck it into his side so he could find it, then slid into bed next to him.

You watched him for about an hour, staring at his bare chest steadily rising and falling and listening to his little snores. Once you decided he probably wasn't going to die, you let yourself drift off to sleep.

And in true Dave fashion, when your alarm woke you the next morning, he was already gone, along with the bottle of water.

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[ghostofaboy]

... Your Call Is Important

Summary: Dave, Marcus and Javier continue their day together. (Direct Sequel to Hold Please…)

Pairing: Dave York/Javier Peña/Marcus Pike Rating: Explicit | Word Count: 2457 Part 2 of 2

Warnings: Oral sex, anal sex, double anal penetration, threesome - m/m/m

Note: This has not been beta read so I apologize for any mistakes. This is a fic with gay/bi characters. Please make sure you’ve read the warnings. Dividers: @saradika-graphics

As he rested on the large hotel bed, Dave found himself watching the tiny dust motes float through the air. Beside him, Marcus lay panting, his head tucked against Dave’s neck as the younger man came down from his stifled orgasm. The cool air of the room sent goosebumps dancing across their skin as their sticky, sweat drenched forms remained tangled together after the activities moments earlier. 

“You doing ok?” Dave murmured into Marcus’ hair, his gazed drifting down to the younger man’s still painfully erect cock, held in place with a black cock-ring.

“Yeah.” Marcus shifted his head to look up at Dave, his beautiful brown eyes looking darker than ever with dilated pupils almost erasing all color. “I’m good. Fuck, I wanna cum though.” Marcus laughed nervously, and Dave couldn’t stop himself from planting a kiss on his forehead. 

“You will, baby boy. You just have to be patient and let us old men get a second wind.”

“Who you calling old?” Javier muttered, striding back into the bedroom and throwing a hand towel over to Dave. “I’ll be good to go soon enough, precioso.” Javier threw Marcus a wink, cheekily waving his soft cock at them both.

“You haven’t changed at all, Peña.” Dave chuckled as he gently began to wipe the cum from Marcus’ face. “Still the same bullshit and swagger as always.”

“I could say the same to you, York.” Javier climbed back onto the bed and settled down next to Marcus, propping himself up on his elbow. “You still have to be in charge, don’t you?”

“You used to like me being in charge.” Dave threw the sticky towel back at Javier, who threw it down onto the floor, glaring. “Or at the very least you never complained when I’d have you cumming on my cock.”

“Listen,” Javier frowned, pointing at finger at Dave. “I don’t need another round of-”

“How did you two meet?” Marcus cut in, shifting to sit up. “You promised to tell me and well, neither of you are perking up just yet, so we have the time.”

“So rude, baby boy.” Dave chuckled, shaking his head, looking down at his still flaccid cock. “But, you’re not wrong.”

“You want to tell the story, I assume.” Javier smirked as he idly stroked his dick. 

“Well, I’ll start.” Dave grinned. “We were both at god awful joint departmental function and-”

“It was for charity.” Javier interrupted. “And it wasn’t that bad. Just, well, you know how these things are… just boring.”

“Right.” Dave rolled his eyes. “Anyway. I’m trying not to drink myself into a coma just for something to do when I spot this one.” Dave nodded his head towards Javier. “He was flirting up a storm with a very disinterested intern, and so-”

“She wasn’t an intern.” Javier scowled. “Fuck York, you make it sound like she was just a kid. She was a junior administrative aid, and for the record, she was very interested.”

“I thought you were letting me tell this story, Peña.”

“Well, you’re fucking telling it wrong.” Javier shrugged.

“So what happened then?” Marcus gave a small laugh. “After Dave spotted you?”

“Look, long story short, we ended up blowing each other in a side room.” Javier waved his hand dismissively. “After that we hooked up every few weeks until… until we didn’t.”

“Well, that’s a shitty version.” Marcus shook his head. “I want the long story, not the cliff-notes.”

“And I want to fuck you again.” Javier reached over to pinch Marcus’ nipple, before locking eyes with Dave. “And I’m ready to go again, viejo.”

Dave’s eyes wandered down Javier’s body and sure enough, jutting out proudly, was the other man’s growing erection. Glancing over at Marcus, Dave was just in time to see the young man lick his lips in anticipation before smiling at Javier. 

“I’ll tell you the full story next time, baby boy.” Dave purred into Marcus’ ear, kissing the younger man softly. “And fuck you, Peña, I’m ready.”

“Please let me cum this time.” Marcus gestured down to his trapped cock, his smile growing in relief as Dave nodded. 

“I got you.” Javier stroked a hand down Marcus’ face, gently cupping the younger man’s jaw, before leaning in for a long tender kiss.

Dave watched for a moment as his two lovers melded together, Javier’s tongue darting into Marcus’ mouth, all the while pumping his cock. Dave shook his head, allowing himself a smirk at Javier’s determination to get hard before him. The man never changed. And that was enough to wake Dave’s own member, and as he reached over to free Marcus from the cock-ring, Dave felt his dick twitch awake.

Marcus sighed into Javier’s mouth as Dave released him, tossing the ring onto the nightstand. Settling back onto the pillows, Dave watched and waited for the other two men to part, trying to push away the feeling of jealousy that tugged at the back of his mind. The softness that Javier poured into Marcus was something he and Javier never had, and something Dave could never allow himself to give to the younger man. Finally, Javier pulled back, smiling down at Marcus, their eyes locked on each other before they eventually turned to Dave.

“You good?” Dave forced himself back into the moment, pushing down any bubbling feeling, instead tugging on his erection.

“We’re good.” Marcus smiled back at him with flushed pink cheeks, while Javier simply gave a quick nod.

“Wonderful.” Dave reached over, pinching one of Marcus’ nipples hard, pulling a gasp and soft moan from the young agent. “Now, why don’t you come ride this cock and let me fill your ass. Let me add my cum to Peña’s.”

A low groan sounded from behind the grinning Marcus as Javier’s eye roamed down his body to Marcus’ ass, and Dave knew what he was thinking. He was thinking of the load he’d left inside Marcus’ already sloppy hole a short time ago. Perhaps once Dave added his own seed Marcus would be able to hold it in or perhaps, Dave hoped, he wouldn’t.

Swinging a leg over Dave’s torso, Marcus swiftly straddled him, his red leaking tip dripping onto Dave’s stomach as he moved. Over to their left Javier watched with dark, lust filled eyes, his gaze fixed on Marcus as he lined Dave’s cock up with his entrance. Then with a long, obscenely deep moan, Marcus sank down, engulfing Dave in his heat.

“Fuck baby b-” Dave pinched his eye shut for a moment to collect himself as Marcus immediately began to move. “In a rush?”

Placing his hand firmly on Marcus’ hip to still him, and after one final roll of his hip, Marcus stopped, staring grumpily down at Dave. Javier chuckled, shifting on the bed to kneel beside Dave’s head and nudged his cock against his lips. 

Locking eyes with Marcus, Dave slowly parted his lips to allow Javier entry, more than a little proud as both men groaned in response. Javier thrust lazily into Dave’s mouth, who flattened his tongue and sucked the tip hard. Held steadily in place, Marcus watched the show, his eyes flicking between Dave’s steely gaze and the sight of seeing the older, sterner agent with a thick dick in between his lips.

Releasing Javier’s cock, Dave began to kiss and lick along the length, pulling hisses and moans from Javier. Still holding an impatient Marcus with one hand, Dave beckoned him forward with the other, flicking the tip of his tongue across the slit of Javier’s cock. With a smirk that made Dave twitch inside the younger man, Marcus slowly leaned forward until he was face to face with Dave. 

Then quick as a flash Marcus pounced forward, his lips meeting Dave’s to kiss him sloppily and clumsily with Javier’s girth trapped between their lips. 

“Mierda.” Javier growled above them, thrust his cock toward to fuck between their mouths. “Both of you lick it. That’s right… fuck.”

Dave swirled his tongue around the tip while Marcus focused on the shaft, reaching out to fondle and tug on Javier’s balls. Dave kept his eyes fixed on Marcus, watching as the younger man sucked along the length before finding Dave’s lips to give him a slobbering kiss before working his way back up towards Javier's bush.

Satisfied that Marcus wasn’t going to blow his load the second he started to move now, Dave released Javier with a pop, turning his head to look up at the other man.

“I think it’s time to fuck our boy, don’t you?”

Javier frowned for a moment, before a single eyebrow quirked up as he caught onto Dave’s meaning. Glancing at Marcus planted on Dave’s cock, Dave could see the uncertainty in Javier’s eyes. Frowning again, Javier shook his head.

“Are you sure?”

“He can take it.” Dave playfully slapped Marcus’ ass, pulling a surprised yelp and laugh from the young man. “Can’t you, baby boy? Should I send Peña the pictures of you with that red dildo in you?” Looking back over at Javier, Dave grinned, dropping his voice to an exaggerated whisper. “I could fit both my hands in him afterward.”

Javier growled, pulling his cock back and away from Marcus and Dave’s lip, and climbed swiftly along the bed until he was behind Marcus again. From his seat atop Dave, Dave felt Marcus shudder in anticipation as Javier busied himself squeezing out more lube.

“You can take it.” Dave soothed, rubbing gently circles on Marcus’ hip. “We’re both going to fill you and it’ll feel so good when you cum.”

Marcus nodded, making a soft needy sound as Javier placed a hand on his back to push him forward slightly. As Marcus folded himself over, resting his face in the crook of Dave’s neck, Dave watched as Javier lined himself up. Dave could feel the other man’s heavily cock resting against the base of his own. Then slowly, achingly slowly, Javier began to push in.

Marcus arched his back and groaned, a low throaty sound that had Dave biting back his own moans as Javier continued to ease his way in. The sensation of Javier’s cock sliding against his own flooded Dave with a dizzying rush of heat that steadily built as the other man stretched Marcus’ entrance, splitting him open until he was fully buried alongside Dave. 

Marcus was panting into the crook of Dave’s neck, making soft whimpers and moans while his hole spasmed around them both. Javier’s face was flushed as he locked eyes with Dave, and Dave understood immediately. Despite all the swagger and bullshit earlier, Javier wanted, perhaps needed, Dave to take the lead.

With a simple nod from Dave, Javier began to slowly and cautiously move. Keeping his eyes fixed on Dave, Javier dragged his cock along Dave’s length, the two men held snugly inside Marcus’ ass. The feeling was electrifying, pulling a strangled cry from Marcus along with a muffled curse.

Javier began to roll his hips, tenderly at first, still wary of hurting Marcus, his eyes gazing into Dave’s. Eventually, Marcus lifted his head up, gasping as he looked over his shoulder towards Javier.

“Please.” His voice caught in his throat as he begged. “Fuck... fuck me. Hard. I want it hard.”

“You heard him.” Dave’s eyes never left Javier’s.

Baring his teeth, Javier bucked forward sharply, plunging his length deep into Marcus before withdrawing and jolting forward again. Grabbing Marcus by the shoulders, Javier began to fuck the younger man, taking control of the pace for him and Dave. All the while, Dave met his eye, feeling the lust inside him build as he watched it inside Javier's dark eyes. 

Despite his cockiness, Dave had never done anything like this before, and it was taking everything he had to keep his composure. Every nerve sang with Javier’s thrusts. His head throbbed with the intoxicating fog conjured by Marcus’ soft whimpers. All he wanted to do was throw his head back and howl as he came as the heat took over his entire body. But he couldn’t. He wouldn’t. So Dave held Javier’s eye and watched as the gruff DEA agent came undone. 

Red-faced with his breath coming out in bursts from between gritted teeth, Javier pounded into Marcus, the friction of his cock against Dave’s pulling both men closer to the edge quicker than either had anticipated. 

“F-fuck.” Javier stuttered, his hips faltering for a couple of strokes. “I’m gonna... I’m gonna…”

“Me too.” Marcus cried out as he came with a shudder, his muscles tensing around the cocks in his ass. With a cry, Dave felt Marcus spilling himself over the older man’s stomach, before collapsing boneless on top of Dave.

Javier kept his eyes locked with Dave as he came, his hips stuttering as Dave felt his cum flooding into Marcus. Dave was almost sure Javier mouthed something to him, but as his own climax hit, Dave’s vision blurred as he tumbled over the edge. Gripping the bedsheets, Dave arched his back as he emptied himself into Marcus. 

“How was your meeting?” Carol’s voice was soft in his ear as Dave looked out of the hotel room window out onto the city streets below him. The sun was just beginning to set, sending streaks of orange flaring out into the sky. “Do you think you’ll be home tonight?”

“We ran over.” Dave glanced over to the bed and the two men fast asleep in each other’s arms. Shifting the phone to his other ear, Dave wandered over to the hard, modern looking chair, running his hand along the smooth gray fabric. “I’ll be home tomorrow. Afternoon at the latest. The hotel is nice, though.”

“Well, that’s a plus.” His wife laughed before a noise in the background caught her attention. “Oh! I have to go, Cindy’s back with the girls.”

“Ok.” Dave sighed at the mention of their neighbor’s name, the woman Carol had been fucking for two years. “You two have fun.”

“Oh, don’t be like that.” Carol teased, the sounds of the girls in the background getting louder. “You have your fun, I have mine. Say hi to Marcus for me. I’ll see you tomorrow, honey. I love you.”

“I will.” Dave couldn’t stop himself from giving a soft laugh. “Love you too.”

Hanging up, Dave looked over to the bed and the two naked men, finding them both still sleeping soundly. Marcus resting his head on Javier’s chest smiled contentedly as Javier huffed in his sleep. Climbing into the large bed to sandwich Marcus between him and Javier, Dave settled into the pillows, watching the dust motes dance through the warm beams of light while he waited for his lovers to wake.

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[allmoshnobrain]

requests open? please write a fic where Dave Mustaine and the reader are sleeping in the same bed and a storm happens, the reader is afraid of thunder so to distract his partner, Dave masturbates and fucks the reader under the sheets (female reader)

this request has been sitting in my inbox foreverrr, but I finally got around to writing it and had a lot of fun! made it part of my spoil me rotten au just because i thought it fit their dynamic so well. hope you enjoy it too <3

from the spoil me rotten au | requests are open! send yours here

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older!dave mustaine x reader │ word count: 2k

"In the meantime," he whispered, pulling back to look at you with a small smile. "Just keep your eyes on me, okay?" He grabbed your hand, kissing your fingertips softly. "I'm right here. You're safe with me."

✦ on this fic: NSFW!!!, +18, romance, fluff, smut, mxf sex, masturbation, age gap (r is in their middle twenties, dave is around his 40s)

You and Dave had only been living together for two months when it happened.

It was a cold day, with a steady drizzle all afternoon that made you just want to curl up under the covers for a nap. Luckily, your boyfriend seemed to get your mood and surprised you after a long day at the studio with a new teddy bear and some chocolate, which instantly put a smile on your face.

You loved dating Dave. Not just because you loved Dave, but because he was the most attentive guy ever, always making sure you were happy and spoiling you more than you thought you deserved.

You were sitting on your shared bed, munching on the chocolate Dave had brought while watching some late-night TV. You could hear water running as Dave took a well-deserved warm shower before bed. You hugged your new teddy bear, a small smile on your lips as you enjoyed the sweet taste of chocolate on your tongue. The night had everything to be calm and relaxing, except for one thing: the drizzle had turned into a big storm, and you could feel your whole body tensing up.

It was such a silly thing, really; how scared you were of storms. Not the storms themselves, but the thunder. Loud noises were never your thing, but thunderstorms freaked you out more than you could explain. Maybe it was the scale of it all, the way the skies turned gray as the clouds gathered, making you realize how fragile you were before it all, small, defenseless and afraid. 

You hoped today’s rain wouldn’t come with thunder… But of course, you were wrong.

You yelped when loud thunder rumbled outside, and, not even a minute later, everything went dark.

“Fuck!” you heard Dave shout as the water stopped. You stood up, trying to ignore how much your hands were shaking.

“Babe, you alright?” you asked, fumbling around in the dark until you found the bedside table drawer. You opened it, searching in the dim light until you found a small flashlight. You turned it on just in time to see Dave coming out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist.

“I’m fine,” he grumbled. “I think the power’s out.”

“You think?” you giggled, and he laughed softly. You bit your lip as thunder rumbled again, trying to ignore how much it made your heart race.

“Give me a hand here, please?” he said. You nodded and walked over to help him find his pajamas. He opened a drawer, picked out some fresh clothes, and tossed them on the bed before handing you his towel. “Thanks, babe,” he said while getting dressed. You smiled softly. “Ready to get into bed? I don't think we're getting anything else done with this rain and no power,” he asked as he grabbed his towel and went back to the bathroom to hang it up.

“Can't wait,” you smiled when he came back, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. He kissed your cheek softly, and you chuckled.

You climbed into bed with a happy sigh, smiling as you felt Dave's warm body against yours. He took the flashlight from your hand, turned it off, and set it on his bedside table before wrapping his arms around you and giving you a sweet kiss on the forehead. You let out a small, contented noise and buried your face in his chest, the familiar scent of his skin calming you. It was perfect.

Then, you heard thunder crash again.

“You alright?” Dave asked, one hand soothingly stroking your back. You’d never told him how scared thunder made you feel, but Dave was perfect at reading your emotions, like always. 

“I’m okay,” you breathed, your voice shaking a bit as it boomed again, louder this time. You buried your face in his chest, cheeks burning as embarrassment and fear mingled in your chest. 

“You’re all tense, love,” Dave whispered, his lips pressing a tender kiss to your temple. “It’s just a little rain.”

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, “I know it’s silly, but… The thunder…”

"You don't have to be sorry," Dave said right away, gently pulling back and lifting your chin so you could look at him. You could barely see him in the dark, but you could feel the warmth of his body against yours, the way he held you close, keeping you safe. "Want me to turn on the flashlight?"

"Yeah, that'd help," you whispered. He turned around, switched on the flashlight, and aimed it at the wall so the light spread softly around the room. You blinked, getting used to the brightness, then buried your face in Dave's chest again as another thunderclap echoed.

“It’s okay,” Dave said in a soothing tone as he caressed your back slowly, "I'll grab some noise-reducing earplugs for you first thing in the morning, alright?"

"You don't have to, Dave," you whispered. "It's just some silly thunder. I shouldn't be this scared, but..."

"It's not silly," he cut in, firm but gentle. “I don’t want to see you upset, baby. So let me just help, okay?” He kissed your lips softly. 

“Okay,” you answered, your voice a small whisper as he kissed your forehead. You took a deep breath, trying to relax. Dave kept rubbing your back, his other hand cupping your cheek as he buried his face in your hair, his lips leaving small kisses all over your face.

"In the meantime," he whispered, pulling back to look at you with a small smile. "Just keep your eyes on me, okay?" He grabbed your hand, kissing your fingertips softly. "I'm right here. You're safe with me."

"Thanks, Dave," you said quietly, a pleasant warmth spreading through your cheeks. “You know I love you, right?”

“I do. But it’s always nice to hear it,” he chuckled. “I love you too, by the way.”

You giggled, biting your lip softly as thunder rumbled again, relieved it was further away now. 

"It's okay," Dave whispered, his lips seeking yours, the sweet pressure of his warmth making you sigh. “It’s okay.”

His kisses started soft, just like he’d been all night, soft and sweet and tender. But slowly, you could feel it changing — the lingering pressure of his lips, then his tongue, exploring your mouth as small sighs and moans escaped you. You ran your fingers through his hair, laughing softly when he pulled you closer, his lips trailing down your neck and collarbones.

"Are you trying to distract me?" you asked, giggling. He chuckled, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

"Is it working?" he teased, and you hummed contentedly when he kissed you again, his hand firmly on your waist. You sighed happily, melting into his kiss, pressing your body against his. He bit your lower lip gently, his hand moving to your belly before slowly slipping under your panties. "This okay? We don't have to if you're not feeling it."

“It’s fine,” you breathed, your heart beating a little faster, not out of fear now, but of something else entirely. 

You could see a small smile on Dave’s lips before he kissed you again, his fingers finding the wet spot between your thighs as you spread your legs a bit. Your breath hitched as he circled your entrance with his index finger, feeling your wetness before pressing it against your clit. You moaned against his lips as he started slowly massaging your bud.

“Dave…” you whispered, feeling your whole body heat up from his touch, the way he made those small circles making you shiver deliciously in his arms. He kissed your cheek, pressing his body closer to yours as his fingers made you forget, if only for a moment, anything bad you could’ve been feeling.

There was no fear, no tension — just his warm skin against yours, his scent, the soft touch of his lips on your skin. You closed your eyes, gripping your pillow with one hand as he slid two fingers inside you, moving them in and out slowly, making you squeeze around him with pleasure.

“Eyes on me, love,” he whispered. You opened your teary eyes to find his hazel warmth looking at you in a mix of love and desire. “That’s right, my sweet girl. You’re doing so well…”

You moaned again, his words lighting a fire inside you as you felt your face flush. Oh, how you loved being praised by him, being loved by him. How you loved him, the way he cared for you, the way his hazel eyes were always watching yours, making sure you felt good. And fuck, it did, the sweet, sweet pressure of his fingers curling inside you as your legs shook, the way his lips found yours again, his tongue exploring your mouth slowly as you drowned in his taste, his touch. 

You could feel your whole body tense up right before your climax hit, your pussy squeezing around his fingers as you moaned into his mouth, hands tangling in his hair as you pressed your body against his. Dave pulled away gently, kissing your temple and whispering sweet praises in your ear, guiding you through your orgasm as the pleasure became too much and then crashed over you like a wave, all at once.

You giggled softly as you came down from your high, meeting Dave's eyes as he smiled at your reaction. You grabbed his face on your hands, kissing his lips again and again as he climbed on top of you, sitting up to take off his shirt and then yours. You opened your mouth slightly, a small sigh escaping your lips as he pulled down your panties and then his underwear. Dave kissed your neck, biting softly before pushing his cock inside you, and you moaned at that familiar, delicious stretch.

You whimpered when Dave started rocking his hips, slow and sensual, moaning softly against your neck, and buried your hand in his hair, wrapping your legs around his waist to let him go deeper. He grunted, hands gripping the sheets as he pushed harder. You closed your eyes, wet with tears of pleasure, and he caressed your cheek, his thumb tracing your cheekbone before his lips crashed into yours. Dave moaned softly against your lips, his thrusts getting harder; he nibbled on your lower lip, making you let out a small moan as you felt your insides tighten around him.

“I'm coming again,” you whined, and Dave moaned softly, his thrusts growing erratic like your words just pushed him over the edge. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back to kiss and suck on your neck’s tender skin, making you moan his name over and over as your second orgasm hit you hard. Dave grunted, picking up the pace, little moans escaping his lips before he reached his peak as well. You wrapped your legs tighter around his hips, keeping him close as he spilled inside you, your chest rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath.

You smiled as Dave kissed your lips gently, pulling away with a sigh before lying down beside you. You could still hear the rain, but it was lighter now, more like a regular rain than a storm. And thankfully, no more thunder - though you were pretty sure even that couldn’t mess with the happiness and relaxation flowing through you right now.

"You alright?" Dave asked, his voice a bit hoarse. You nodded, smiling. He grinned back, gently running his hand through your hair. "Not scared anymore?"

"I'm good," you said. "Thanks, Dave."

"Glad I could help, babe. And the sex wasn't bad either," he joked, making you laugh. "But I'm still getting you those earplugs tomorrow, okay?"

"You don't have to worry so much about me," you whispered, and he chuckled.

"Of course I do. That's what boyfriends are for."

"To worry about their girlfriends?" you asked with a soft laugh.

"To care for them," he smiled, his face getting closer to yours before giving you a quick kiss. "And to love them."

"Well," you said, kissing his cheek softly before laying your head on his chest. "I think you're doing an amazing job so far."

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[cloudlessly-light]

I have a ask may write something where Emily is wearing a bikini and Aaron sees her in it and instantly goes hard and smut

A/N: So life decided to act up so this is long overdue, I will be writing more in the coming weeks though so I hope you guys still enjoy my silly little writings! Title: Got all my love (Part 2/2)   Summary: They’re finally getting married, a day they had waited for, for too long. Word count: 2,5k Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, in public, hand job, dirty talk, feelings and fluff, they love each other, they also want each other

They manage to go away for their honeymoon with no small amount of luck and with the help of Dave less than a month after their wedding, something they both had assumed wouldn’t happen. But it had been Dave’s wedding gift for them, 10 days in Italy, where their only worry would be what wine to drink and each other.

“This is gorgeous.” Emily says as she walks through the massive honeymoon suite that Dave had booked. She smiles widely as she places her purse on a table and heads straight to the balcony. She gasps at the view, she never appreciated how beautiful Italy was when she was younger, but standing there feeling the warm sun and smelling the ocean beneath them, she couldn’t help but to marvel.

“Wow.” Aaron comes to stand beside her, his arm coming around her shoulder to pull her against his side. “It’s beautiful,” He mumbles against her temple before pressing his lips to it. “but no view compares to you.”

She laughs at him and catches his lips in a kiss before he has the chance to move away.

“Don’t be cheesy.”

“Nothing cheesy about the truth sweetheart.” He stamps another kiss to her lips before taking her hand and drags her inside. “Now, lets unpack, take a little nap and then we can start exploring everything this place has to offer before jetlag gets the best of us.”

They spend their first night out at a restaurant, where Emily falls back in love with speaking Italian and Aaron falls even more in love with her.

*

“Are you ready to go?” He calls through the bathroom door where he hears Emily moving around. He’s packed a beach bag and is pulling on a shirt to wear during the short walk to the beach when the door opens.

“Just about.” Emily comes out wearing a flowy dress and is putting her hair up in a bun. “Did you pack the sunscreen?”

“Yes, and the water and the towels.” He chuckles at her need for control, a trait they both have. “I have been to the beach before you know.”

“Sorry honey.” She kisses him and lingers a little longer than she has to. They had only been in Italy for a couple of days, but in that time Aaron hadn’t shaved and his beard was starting to fill in, she loved it. “You should keep this.” Her finger moves over the short, crass hairs.

“Is that so?” He hums and pulls her tighter against him.

“Yeah, it’s sexy. My husband is sexy.” She smiles into another kiss and then forces herself away from him, knowing from experience that if she didn’t, they wouldn’t leave their room. She grabs a pair of sandals and when she turns back to him, his eyes are glued to her backside. “Aaron!”

“What? My wife is sexy too.” He laughs when she throws her sandal at him, only missing by an inch.

What Aaron hadn’t realized, that even though they had been together for a few years, was that they had never gone away anywhere where they had been wearing bathing suits, their getaways usually ending up either getting cancelled or had been spent in small cabins away from the city. He doesn’t think much of it, he’d seen Emily in lingerie and underwear, had seen her naked, so a bikini shouldn’t be a big deal, right?

He was wrong, so very wrong. The moment Emily had taken her dress off and was showing off the red bikini he knew he’d never seen before his mind went blank. She doesn’t seem to notice his eyes glued to her as she lays down on one of the sunchairs, sunglasses covering her eyes and skin shining from the sunscreen.

“Honey, are you okay?” She asks when he doesn’t move and he shakes his head.

“Did you buy this for the trip?” He sits down on his chair next to her, his fingers trailing along the lining of her bottoms, over her hipbone.

“Yeah, why?” She pushes her glasses down over the bridge of her nose and gives him a knowing look. “Do you like it?”

“I- fuck Em.” He swallows down a low groan as he continues to look at her. “I think I need to cool off.”

“Wait, really?” She laughs at him as he nods curtly and pulls his shirt off.

“I’ll be back soon, or we’ll have a problem on our hands.” He mumbles, his hands fisting slightly. As he starts to head towards the water he can still hear Emily laughing.

What he should have known though, is that his wife was never one to let things go and less than five minutes later she’s heading towards him where he’s swimming. He stops as she gets closer, the water going up to his chest as he stands with his toes digging into the smooth sand.

“I got bored.” She shrugged before wrapping her arms around his neck and pushing close against him. When he groaned lowly and his hands moved to grab her waist she smiled up at him.

“What are you doing?” He asked, voice breathy as she pressed her chest tight against his, her soft body molding to his and he could feel another rush of arousal. “There’s people here.”

“This is a private beach and there’s barely any people here.” She wrapped her legs around his waist and he takes a couple of steps further out, carrying her easily through the water. “And you have something I need to take care off.” Her eyebrow arches as her hand moves from his neck and between their bodies. As her hand sneaked inside his trunks and wrapped around his half-hard shaft, Aaron suppressed a low groan against her neck.

“I’m not fucking you in the ocean sweetheart.” He mumbled against her skin, she tasted like sunscreen and sea salt and his and that only made him want her more. He felt her pull his trunks down just enough to be able to jerk him easier and he sucked in a breath.

“No, that’s what our hotel room is for, but right now, I’m going to take care of you.” The hand still around his neck grabbed his hair and tugged slightly, pulling him into a kiss as she continued to stroke his rapidly hardening cock. She felt his hands dig into her ass, pushing her harder against him and making her center rub against the base of his length through her bathing suit.

“Fuck baby.” He whispered against her lips, then quickly looked around them to see if anybody was paying them any attention. Most people were closer to the shore, a few up on the beach, and no one seemed to be looking their way which made him fully relax into the pleasure her hand around him was causing. He bit her bottom lip and tugged, a smirk on his face when she whimpered at the slight pain. “My filthy thing.”

She smiled at him, her teeth digging into her bottom lip as she twisted her wrist, earning another grunt from him. He felt like steel in her palm, and even though it shouldn’t work, the water and their position making it harder, the situation was enough to get him to the edge quickly.

“Come for me honey.” She whispered as he tensed, hands gripping her hard enough to bruise. “Paint my skin with it.”

“Jesus Christ Em.” He hissed, hips pushing into her moving hand and the tip of him rubbing against her stomach. He caught her lips in a bruising kiss, let her swallow down his sounds of pleasure as he came, his release hitting her stomach and ribs. Her hand continued to move until he relaxed, breathing ragged and body blissfully heavy from pleasure.

The ocean had already washed away any evidence of what they had done once they pulled away, but it didn’t stop her from rubbing where she had felt him, a smug grin on her face.

“Did you like that?” She asked as Aaron pulled his trunks up.

“We’re going back to our room.” He muttered and took her hand, leaving no room for argument.

*

The next day Emily walks out of the bathroom in another bikini, this one navy blue and Aaron stops in his tracks as he stares at her. He didn’t know what it was about Emily in a bikini, maybe it was the fact that she was beautiful and they were in a beautiful place, or maybe because they could fully let go of work and parental responsibilities and her in a bikini was proof of that, or maybe it simply was that she was his wife and knowing that was enough to drive him insane.

Whatever the reason, the heat in his stomach was back, the pull of arousal that always seemed to simmer whenever they were alone now starting to boil.

“Are you ready to go…” Her voice trailed off as she looked into his dark eyes, the familiar heat back in them. “Really?”

“You’re gorgeous what do you expect?” He took slow, calculated steps towards her. When she backed up with a teasing look in her eye, he licked his bottom lip.

“What about the beach?” She asked just as she backed into a wall, officially trapping herself as he got closer.

“It can wait, it’ll be there after I’m done.” He leaned against the wall, hands on either side of her head. Her cheeks were tinted pink, pupils dilated and he knew she was just as affected by him as he was by her. When he kissed her it was soft, teasing, just barely tasting her tongue before he moved to press kisses against her jaw, down her neck. His teeth dug into her collarbone and when she hissed, he soothed the bite with his tongue.

“Aaron.” She gasped, one hand gently grabbing the hair at the nape of his neck as he continued down, kissing and licking between the valley of her breasts before sucking a nipple between his lips through the fabric of her bikini.

“I never knew that you in a bikini would be my undoing.” He mumbled between kisses down her stomach, his tongue licking a stripe over her hipbone. “But here we are.” His eyes flickered up to her flushed face as he licked her through her bottoms, getting a breathy moan from her.

Emily looked at him through heavy-lidded eyes, a whine on her tongue when he stood back up. She watched as he tugged on the string of her top, his fingers hot as he touched her. When the top fell to the floor she stayed still, waiting for him to continue. His eyes stayed on hers when his hand moved down to pull at the string of her bottoms, a sound of appreciation leaving him when it fell to the floor.

“Gorgeous, perfect, all mine.” He breathed before pulling her into him and kissing her. They moved from where they had been standing, Aaron only pulling back when he felt his knees hit the bed. “What do you want?” He asked through labored breathing and when Emily simply bent over the bed he smirked.

“What are you waiting for?” She asked as her back arched, pushing her ass up and looking at him over her shoulder.

“Always so impatient.” His words were said with more affection than teasing but he still came to stand behind her after pulling his clothes off. He could see her slick on her skin, but he still pushed two fingers inside of her to make sure she was ready. When her wetness coated his digits he hummed. “And always so ready for me.”

When he pushed inside of her it was slow and deep, Aaron not stopping until he was sheathed inside of her as her tight walls clung to him. He stayed like that, pressed against her until she was squirming, her body moving on instinct as she started to push herself back and forth.

“You feel so good inside of me.” She gasped, hands gripping the sheets and his hands coming to gently hold her hips but letting her continue to move. Every time he did this, she knew it wouldn’t last long and she was proven right when only a couple of minutes later, he thrust forward with enough strength to get her to fall against the bed with a moan.

Aaron chuckled breathlessly as she fell forward, his hands holding her waist tighter as he started to fuck her with heavy pushes of his hips. He kept the pace slow and deep, building them both up until Emily’s thighs were trembling and only low moans were falling from her lips.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Clench my cock.” He grunted, his body sweaty as his eyes moved from the sight of where he was disappearing inside of her to her face mostly covered by dark hair. He grabbed it and she whimpered as her back arched, the pain in her hairline sending a direct spark to her center. “Scream my name when you come.”

It didn’t take more than a minute before she was straining, her body tensing as she moved back against him.

“Aaron!” She cried out as she came, the pleasure close to blinding. He kept moving behind her, prolonging her pleasure for as long as possible as she relaxed against the bed, body twitching slightly. “Don’t stop.” She mumbled and she heard Aaron groan.

“You want another?” He let go of her hair and instead sneaked his hand underneath her to rub her swollen clit.

“Yes, God yes.” Feeling his fingers on her clit somehow immediately build the pressure back up inside of her. She pushed herself up on her elbows and looked back at him. The sight made her moan, he was sweaty, the muscles in his arms tense, the beard that he still hadn’t shaved made him look rugged and she couldn’t believe that she had been lucky enough to find him. “Make me come again.” She gasped and his eyes flashed with something predatory.

“You’re already close aren’t you?” He could feel her tightening, and the knowledge that he could bring her over the edge back-to-back sent a new rush of arousal through him. He could feel his own orgasm build by every second, and when Emily nodded his efforts doubled.

It became frantic, bodies moving in chase of release as loud moans and dirty words were mumbled between harsh breaths. When Emily came again she muffled her scream into the bed. She was still coming down when she felt him tense behind her, a punched out grunt leaving him as he came deep inside of her, leaving her feeling sated and warm.

He stayed inside of her for a few moments, enjoying the feel of her still quivering walls around him until he collapsed beside her, still trying to catch his breath.

��I swear if we get back to DC and they ask why we’re still pale, I’m blaming you.” Emily joked as she rolled onto her back as Aaron laughed.

He couldn’t really argue with that, could he?

[popcornforone]

Wholehearted Attention

A Dave York Fan Fic

Stabby it’s been to long. I’ve missed writing Dave & I have lots of ideas for him in draft. But then someone sent me this photo & the idea formed itself & here we are… yep a Dave York Saturday is needed by all for some relief.

Synopsis:- You have had a stressful day at work & are having some me time in the bath, when Dave gets home & he is happy to encourage you.

Word Count:-3700

Warnings:- ALL OF THEM!!! seriously DONOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! Oral both, mentions of piv, establish relationships, smut, swearing, cum tasting, squirting, drinking, shower sex, mentions of erotic literature, self pleasure, toys. Yea we are full on talking Dave at his Davest. Daddy is used.

God I’m so happy I wrote this & that Dave gets all of this.

Thanks for the read peoples, all feed back is welcome. I hope you enjoy.

“Thank fuck” you sigh as you walk through the door. The most hellish day of work is over. Presentations just kept coming at meetings. Phone calls & emails never stopped. You are glad to be kicking those heels off. You need a calm night a really calming night. You don’t know if your partners going to be home at all tonight, his work means his returns can be a little bit all over the place.

You know what you need. Your parents would scoff but you don’t care. You pour a large glass of wine & light a couple of candles as the bubble bath starts to fill up. Jasmine & cherry blossom. The same fragrance as your perfume which this year they made into bath products too. You also click the radio on to listen to some smooth rnb music as you undress & step into the tub. Nice & hot & ready for you to have a long soak. You when you have these moments of calm, always bring a small table with you, to put the wine, a small towel, your phone & a book on. The book is one of the items your parents would disapprove of. It’s called The Captains Desire. It’s pure smut. Men can watch porn all they want but women, as well as that, get to read & imagine it. You know you are up to the part where it’s about to get very hot. So this time you’ve also brought your bullet vibrator with you just to stimulate yourself enough. But before you enjoy your wine & read you make sure to wash yourself while the water is still warm. Steam comes off you as well as the tub.

15mins into your bath & You are lick your lips as you read, getting lost in the pages. It’s hot. It’s at the point where you want to enjoy it & so you slowly put your glass of wine down & grab the vibrator. No lube needed your in a hot steamy bath & you click onto button 1. You gasp as the vibrations start against your clit & you turn the page ready to see how the captain will respond to the tease in the book. But then the worst thing happens. As you select the second pulse setting your vibrator dies.

“What no!” You put your book down quickly & grab the towel to dry it off. You click again to start it up & it goes for 10 seconds before stopping again. You even try swapping the betteries round (down worry your hands are dry your aren’t stupid) but to no avail. “Fuck”

You say as you slam the toy down on the towel. It hadn’t even got you started. You sink completely under the bubbles & water & close your eyes for a minute. Trying to calm down. You know you need to come up for air soon, but your left hand has started to pleasure yourself underneath the suds. Your clit is so needy. You slowly push yourself up out of the water, eyes still closed & reach for the towel on the side.

It’s not there.

You start to panic.

You’ve got soap in your eyes & you don’t want it to sting. But before you can thrash around in the tub you feel the small towel Grace across your face. Your grip it & give yourself a proper dry before opening your eyes.

Your partner is home. He’s in a light blue shirt & black trousers, with a silver buckled belt. He’s home & he’s looking at you in awe.

“I’m home sweetheart”

“Dave” you lift your head a bit more & he leans his head down to softly kiss you. Your wet hand cups his face as he starts to breathe heavily. However you can already tell he’s not up for getting in the bath with you, well not yet anyhow. He’s not wearing a tie, he likes to be pulled by it from time to time with you just to give you some control.

“Having a relaxing evening”

“Very until my bullet stopped”

“Naughty, touching yourself without me” he mocks. Dave likes complete control, even over your self pleasure.

“Well you read that book & tell me if it’s not sexy” you roll your eyes at him, put the towel down now, your face is soap & bubble free & sip on your wine. Dave raises an eyebrow.

“Is this like 50 shades?”

“Ha” you scoff. “They wish they had written anything like this. This isn’t a romance this is desire & let’s just say that one of the book reviews for it online someone said they actually couldn’t recharge their dildo enough” Dave scoff at you.

“The captains desire” he reads before reading the blurb. “Captain Flores is on a survival mission that goes wrong & he is left with just his lookout Emilia Rutton, a woman who swore men off 6 years ago. But survival will mean much more than just getting out of this war zone alive. Hmmm doesn’t sound that smutty to me”

You sigh & look at Dave.

“Then read some to me”

“What?

“Read the next couple of pages to me & let’s see how it makes you feel” you’re still sipping on your wine.

“I’m not reading that” Dave put the book down.

“Why not? Are you afraid the Captain Flores is better at seducing than you?” Dave gives you a face like thunder. No one’s ever challenged his powers of seduction. You know he’s sometimes on mission where he needs to flirt kiss or sleep for information or for the kill. You’ve learnt to accept that over the last couple of years. You also know he’s cut back on doing that a lot since he was able to fill your cunt on tap.

“Didn’t you fall into my arms at that club?” He starts to clear the small table items off it putting them on the bathroom counter.

“True but if you’d not said you have a sour cocktail because you probably are just so sweet I’d have never sucked you cock in the disabled toilet that night”

“Ahhh memories, we should go out & do that again”

“Dave were banned” you both laugh.

“True but it was worth it”

Dave then sits on the cleared table at the end of the bath & takes the glass of wine from your hand. You rest your arms on the end on the bath lying on your front. As you turned Dave saw your arse come out of the water for a few seconds. He also loves that your head is directly in line with his crutch, so Dave man spreads as he sits on the little table & strokes your face.

“I’m going to read a page at random, okay? let’s see how it goes” he says. Your eyes light up. You know that even if there is no sex in a chapter it’s full of sexual tension from chapter 4 onwards of imaginary scenarios.

“Ahem” Dave clears his voice & randomly opens a page. You lick your lips hoping for him to read something dirty.

“Flores… she moaned begging for more. Feeling the way he licked her pussy dry… wooo” have slams the book shut but keeps a finger in that page.

“Problem Dave?” You ask like butter wouldn’t melt in your mouth, all innocently.

“Thought you said this was smut, I’ve just read the next line. This is worse than some hardcore porn”

“Dave”

“I’m serious” he shakes his head. “& yet you can just casually sit in a bus with this in your hand & imagine all of that” you nod. “Damn women are built different.”

“Keep reading Dave im sure when you get to the captain you’ll sound so suave” Dave pulls a face at you.

“Okay” he slowly opens the book back up & you can see him try to see what’s coming next.

“Don’t spoil it for yourself Dave” you chuckle & smack his knee.

“Just wanted to see that’s all.” & he spreads his legs a bit more continuing to read. “Emilia knew it wouldn’t be long before she squirted covering the captains mustache. His left hand was fisting her arse as they lay on the hut bed. The broken mirror on the floor meant Emilia could see the captains angle. How he adored her. How his face was glistening each lick of her clit, each motion of her arse pucking had her moaning his name like this was the last time she’d ever be fucked. Her naked body still damp from being caught in the rain…” you are feeling aroused & you suddenly realise Dave is too. He can’t spread his legs anymore than that but there is a much larger bulge in his trousers than usual. Hes palming it as he reads. “… rain that they may have to shower in afterwards. Both of them are thinking this. There are few facilities in this shack. Both Flores & Emilia have wondered how good their naked body’s would work if they grabbed the soap, to clean each other only to just get dirty again…” his hand undoes his belt & the top button of his trousers just to stop his growing erection splitting the trousers. “Emilias body rolled feeling every sensation, not worried anymore if she’d suffocate the captain, although she was concerned as she now knew she could squirt that she might down him… oooh fuck” Dave’s hands tremble almost making him drop the book. You’ve slowly leaned forward unzipped his fly & started stroking his penis. “Oooh baby”

“Don’t think that was in that chapter Dave” you say long firm strokes get him fully erect in a few seconds.

“Who gives a fuck about a book, when I can have the real thing” he stands up & drops his trousers & boxers to the floor & strokes his own penis.”you now have my whole hearted attention” he slides the table forward, puts the book on the floor & strokes his angry head against you lips. “Do you want to make your daddy happy?” You nod & start to lick around the angry purple head of his penis now he’s sat back down. The pre cum is salty & tangy.

“Ooh sweetheart” his hips already bolting. “No wonder you take long baths if you read that kind of stuff” he caresses your face as you start to slurp taking him into your mouth further. The grip on your chin is firm but you know it will get harder. He fills your mouth. Saliva coating his length. Your eyes wide each time he hits the back of your throat. He’s on the edge of the table now because he wants to be ever further down your throat. The noises you are making are forcing Dave to concertrate, he doesn’t want to cum in the first few minutes, but the feel of your plump lips engulfing him make his eyes roll back. His grip on your chin gradually getting tighter.

“You like making daddy happy, fuck baby, your mouth was made for my cock, fuck.” He’s growling. He briefly lets go of your chin to remove his blue shirt so he is also naked before both his hands return to your head one on the chin & one runs it’s way through your hair before he encourages more movement, more bobbing, because he wants to see you as a spluttering mess when he ejaculates.

“You gonna swallow it all when the time comes, sweetheart? Is my good little girl gonna make me happy? Bet your soaked even without being in the bath” he whines as he holds your chin in place. You nod & he pushes down harder. One hand of yours helping his penis as you choke around it. The other has your fingers digging into your thigh. He’s panting hard, his moans echo around the bathroom. The feel of his length inside your mouth & the way your suck & twirl your talented tongue, has him struggling to hold on.

“Fuck baby, ooh shit oooohhhh mmmmmm shit fuck more more I can’t I… I… oooh jesus!” Dave screams your name. His ball almost burst. Your mouth spills his seed as it flows into your mouth & it doesn’t stop. Often Dave will trickle & then will give you some more when he fucks you in which ever position he likes that night. But no, your gagging & you swallow some as you remove his penis from your mouth. His cum escapes as he sits back & let’s go if your head.

“Fuck oooh fuck” he pants as he try’s to calm down, he’s still hard so you grip him again & slowly start licking off his cum & your spit from his length, you chin getting even more covered in the residue. “Well sweetheart you do have the magic touch.” He smirks as you let his cock go from your mouth as is starts to soften with a pop. “You did miss a spot” Dave says. You know you have, you can feel it on your face. His salty seed & your saliva. You take your thumb & push it back into your mouth.

“Tastes like heaven Dave” you moan & lean your head over the edge of the bath once you are done. Dave thinks your going into for a kiss but you aren’t. He’s a little perturbed when you move your head back, but then his eyes widen. You blow a spit Bubble & then gulp it down to create another one.

“Oooh my little slut you have all my attention” you both know his cum is mixed in with your spit as you keep regurgitating the bubble. The 5th time, it’s large & sloppy & you let it pop so your lips are covered by the moisture. You’ve never seen Dave move in for a kiss so quickly in your life. His tongue & yours working together, tasting the tangy mess your collective bodily fluids have made. No romance novel would ever cover this moment. He’s hungry for you despite you satisfying him.

“Want more Dave?” You mumble eventually as your lips break.

“Just a taste sweetheart, just a taste” both his arm go underneath you & with his magnificent strength he hoists your naked dripping body out of the bath so you glisten in front of him. He licks his lips & he cups your left breast. “We don’t want you wrinkling sweetheart do we, not while daddy is ravenous” he raises an eye brow before smacking your bum. Your little squawk has him all excited, as he then takes a few steps back & lays on the floor.

You know what he wants, & he expects you to know. His crutch & penis are so inviting to ride on but Dave wants you to take pride of place on your favourite seat. You’re still standing & walking up the side of him. You’ve not towelled off. You’re still dripping but that’s what he likes. If Dave had his way, he’d have you as a stay at home partner walking around in just the matching underwear he buys you so then he can shred it from your body when he needs a release & he can fuck your body until you physically can’t cum anymore. Dave is that man & damn you’ll play the needy bratty slut for him on command. You secretly enjoy it more than you let off but it does also stop Dave’s eyes wandering else where.

“How much of a taste would you like daddy?” You say as you stand across him. He’s looking up. He could try & make eye contact but he’s really looking straight up your legs, & past your thighs to see what your index finger is doing to your clit already. He’s not sure if it’s your arousal or bath water that’s dripping onto his face. He doesn’t give a fuck. You want this too.

“I want it all, I want you to forget your name & give me a facial” his hands are running up your lower legs, stopping just below your knees. He knows your ticklish behind them but he stops as you lower yourself slowly ready to sit on Dave’s face.

“Say please daddy”

“Oooh no sweetheart, you should be the one asking for it” those two firm hands pull you straight over his head & he sniffs at your sex. “Oooh fuck baby,” & he licks his first stripe over your clit.

“Mmm yeaa” you moan back. He’s going in circles around it. His tongue is even more magnificent than yours.

“Ddd…Dave” your whingeing already. Dripping onto his lips feeling every motion.

“On all fours” you hear as Dave grips your arse.

“Hmmm” Dave spanks your bum.

“All fours sweetheart, I know what you like.”

“What do you…. Ahhh” Dave swats your bum again meaning you jolt forward. He moves his head to the side so you can see him speak to reveal something you thought he didn’t know.

“I’ve seen you, using that wand on all fours, a pillow between your legs to hump so you can feel the friction. I know it gets you off. I’ve heard you scream my name as you do it” you blush the deepest shade of red. How does Dave know this? & yet the idea of him spying on you arouses you even more. “I want you to face fuck me”

“Dave.. I…” a firm smack connects with your arse. You moan, arousal drips onto his neck.

“It’s not a requested, Daddy said he wanted to give you his whole hearted attention.” His fingers dig into your bum & start to move you in place.

You get on all fours & the tip of his nose rubs against your clit as he squeezes you down onto his face. Both his hands gripping just bellow your arse cheeks as you moan.

“Fuck Dave… oooh god” his oral onslaught starts. “Mmmm oooh yess yess” your hesitant at first., you don’t want to suffocate him underneath you, your looking up at the bathroom sink, your feet starting to twitch in pleasure. It’s only a few more seconds before you start to move. Your hips rolling. The anti-clockwise motion pushing onto his face. He laps away at your cunt. Suddenly your no longer worried & you start to move like you do when your on top for missionary or when you have your own time & his pillow between your legs.

“Ooooohhh yes yes yes.” You moan as your body jiggles & Dave sticks his thumb inside your arsehole. “Yea baby yea, I like that fuck ooooh yes yes yes” you can’t control your moans. Your body twitches as your cunt gets devoured by the best oral lover(or any sexual lover for that matter) that you’ve ever had in your life. He looks after you & the way his hand is now caressing your cheeks, while the other now has another finger in your arse has you screaming loudly.

“Fuck daddy yes fuck fuck you gonna make me cum you gonna make me squirt, oooh baby more more more more oooh fuck yes.” You convulse & feel everything explode inside you. With an earthy groan you climax & cover his face, drenching him. You hear him splutter a little as your body slows down, but then as you go to give him air he keeps you in place, lepping every single drop that you just squirted all over him. “Oh fuck yes that’s it” his head is fully locked between your twitching thighs as you calm down.

“Good girl” you hear from between your legs. A softer pat of your arse happens & he helps you crawl off him onto the bathroom floor. You rest your head next to his as you both lie there exhaling for air for different reasons. You turn your head & see his glistening face & he laughs.

“I made a mess”

“That you did” it’s a delicious kiss he gives you as you lean in. You can taste your own saltyness on his lips & skin. You slowly start to caress his body, working your way down to his happy trail & eventually start stroking his once again hard penis. Pre cum dripping from the tip as he cups your breasts. This is no longer a soft kiss, your making out on the bathroom floor. Dave’s moaning more than you are as you both sit up & he pulls your body in close, he can feel your heart race. Each thud making him want you more. He slips a finger inside your cunt just to keep you moist for the next part of the evening.

“I think we need to clean this up sweetheart.” He says eventually his lips leaving yours but his index finger shhing you before you can say a word. “Didn’t your book talk about those two having a shower & exploring each others bodies after an adventure?”

“Yes Dave it did”

“Well let’s get dirty while getting clean, because you face fucking me is the greatest adventure of my day” Dave slowly stands up & helps you up off the floor slapping your arse once more. “I mean I once was an army captain, maybe in should make you call me that instead of daddy?”

“Don’t tempt me captain,” you reply as you both step into the shower. “I might need to be punished for breaking your rules” steam fills the walk in shower as the hot water flows & Dave pushes you against the glass as the spray hits you both.

“Well if good girls are gonna read smut, they are going to get all they deserve” Dave growls eyes filled with desire. As his lips find yours for a hungry kiss you gasp, he’s filled you to the brim, your special spot quivering I’m just the one motion. “But my girl, she likes to make me happy” he says before his rhythm picks up not just in the shower, but in bed afterwards for the next 2 days.

[wildemaven]

strangers | update

I had hope to maybe get chapter five done this week… but it didn’t happen. But not for a lack of trying. I wrote more this week than I have in quite some time.

Things are definitely happening and I’m really excited where it’s going. I also doing don’t want to rush it since this is the last chapter too. I went to send them off into the sunset with a wonderful ending. So I’m taking my time with it. But I think with in the next week or so I should have it roughly done then I can edit and throw it out here for you all who are still patiently waiting for it.

I’ll leave this little snippet with you…

You decided to send Dave a text, check in with him on how things are going and also let him know how eager you are for him to come home.  Missing you. Just wanted to say hi and see how you’re holding up. Hopefully not too stressful? You seem to always pick the perfect time to make my day better. Things are good. Just wrapped up for the day. Grabbing some food and then heading back to the hotel to pore over paperwork and notes. Miss you too. How’s your day been?? That’s so great to hear. It’s been good— a typical adventure with Jace. I’m tired though, ready to throw in the towel for the day and head home. She wanted to stop at one more store before we get a ride back, so I’m just waiting for her to finish up. 

[tenaciouschronicler]

July 8 2024 2009

Hash continues to be The Worst TM, but if it means seeing someone else deal with shenanigans of the Sylladex kind then so be it.

Finally aquiring a Towel, not to be confused with a Damp one, Dave makes his way to clean up the piss-adjacent liquid covering the turntable.

He then hangs the Betas to dry on the line. First point here, arent they discs? Wouldnt it be best to take them out of the envelopes and wipe them down? Whatever floats your boat kid.

To hasten the drying Dave turns on his fan. We get a close up shot of the two envelopes and find that they do not both have the same house image on them. The Client side, as we know, is the one with the house. The other, by process of elimination, is the Server side and seems to have the spirograph we have become semi-familiar with.

In any case, having them flap in the wind close to an open window spells disaster. Luckily Dave notices this and turns the fan off. So how does he lose the game then?

We take a panel to see Dave is Very self-confident in his Modus operations compared to John.

You wonder if he is anywhere near as smooth with his sylladex as you are.

Sure Dave. A box to the face and juice on the turntables are definitely smooth moves...

'Suddenly a RAMBUNCTIOUS CROW flies in the open window and snatches the beta'

Oh. OH! OH THIS IS GOOD! I love his little sprite raging and shaking while the crow just flaps faster than any bird ive ever seen. What a way to lose a game friend, clearly nothing could make this worse...

You yell at the bird.

Oh,

My,

God,

DAVE!

Not only did he did he activate his secret trap (sword) card, he broke not one but TWO panes of glass with the sheer force of the projectile sword.

No one can ever know about this.

That is the face of someone whos gonna take the secret to his grave. Just look at that little exclamation point betraying his absolute shock at what just happened.

Im so sorry Dave. Your secret is Not safe with us.

[fritz-federleicht]

Sleepy/Kurt Cobain x reader

Notes: based on this picture

Summary: Kurt falls asleep during a photoshoot

Words: 876

FLUFF

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Today is the pool photoshoot for the Nevermind album. Kurt was supposed to be at the arranged place very early in the morning. But since he had problems falling asleep you wanted him to sleep as long as possible. You woke him too late. That's why you were late for the meeting.

The car stops. You thank the driver. Kurt opens the door and gets out. He stands next to you and waits until you get out. Before closing the door he calls into the car: "Thanks again for the ride." He pushes the door shut.

Kurt grabs your hand. As you enter the pool with your hands entwined, everyone's heads turn.

"Oh, you guys made it here once." Dave greets you. Kurt replies with a tired voice and half-closed eyes. "Hello to you, too." He wants to turn before the group with you, but you shake off his hand.

"Honey, I just want to say hello to everyone. Then I'll be back with you." Kurt nods and lets go of your hand. "See you soon." He says softly and leans forward to you. He presses a kiss on the top of your head and smiles at you.

It looks like he is putting the last of his strength into it, he is so exhausted. You smile at him encouragingly and walk towards the small group.

You greet a few people individually, then you say to the group: "Kurt really didn't sleep very much last night."

"Is that why you came so late?" Dave interrupts you. You nod. "Yes, I wanted to let him sleep as long as possible. If he had slept any less, there would have been nothing to do with him today."

Dave nods with an understandable expression on his face. You smile. "If Kurt is looking for me, I'll be in the bathroom for a minute."

"I'll tell him." Dave assures you. You turn around and follow the signs pointing the way to the restrooms.

As you step back out of the building, you walk toward the group. Kurt is not to be seen.

You walk up to the small group, which consists of Dave, Krist and Kirk (the photographer). "Where's Kurt?"

Krist points with his hand in one direction. "He's lying there." "Did something happen?" You ask him worriedly.

Krist laughs. "No. Everything's fine. He's sleeping." You look in the direction. You see a white bundle lying on the edge of the pool. "He's sleeping?"

"Yes, after you left he came to us, asked about you and then went to sleep." You grin at the idea. He didn't seem to care about anything. He just wanted to sleep.

"And we don't want to wake him up. You said he was in a bad shape." You nod. "I'll go to him."

You turn around and walk towards Kurt. Shortly before him you stop. Kurt is lying on the hard floor. Only the white towel wrapped around him protects him. His arm serves as a pillow.

You see that he has no shirt on. He was apparently already ready for the photoshoot. This is also indicated by the electric guitar next to him.

You crouch down next to him. You stretch out your arm and run your fingers through his hair. A few strands have come loose. You tuck them back behind his ear.

Kurt opens his eyes and looks at you sleepily for a moment before closing them again. "Hey, are you okay?" You ask him softly. Kurt hums with his eyes closed.

He reaches out his hand and holds it in your direction. He waits until you have placed yours in his and then pulls lightly on your little hand. "Shall I lie down with you?" You ask.

Kurt nods. His blue eyes look at you. You smile lovingly at him and put the guitar aside. Kurt lifts the towel. You slide under it. Kurt pulls you to his chest. His arm lays around your waist.

His face rests in the crook of your neck. You feel him inhale your scent deeply.

It is amazingly cozy. The towel is soft and Kurt's body gives you warmth. His arm serves as your pillow. You intertwine your hands and give him a gentle kiss on his wrist.

You start playing with the cold metal of his wedding ring. You've always wanted a plain ring. Not a big diamond. Even though Kurt insisted on buying it for you. "Only the best for my wife." As he said.

You remember how excited he was when he asked you to be his wife. He was so afraid you wouldn't like the ring. But of course you thought it was beautiful.

At this memory you smile. "I love you." You whisper because you don't want to wake Kurt up again.

"I love you too darling." He answers softly with a scratchy voice. You feel his beard tickling your neck as he presses a kiss on it.

You continue to play with his ring until tiredness overcomes you and you fall asleep.

From a distance you hear Dave say: "Great, now the only one who dares to wake Kurt up has also fallen asleep."

[emberfrostlovesloki]

Pierced [Hotch x Reader]

Photo credits: Right (@shallyne) Center (@sillyhotchsgirl) Left (Google)

Prompt: The reader gets a new piercing and sends Aaron a picture of it while he’s on a case. To say he’s flustered is a bit of an understatement. 

Category: Fluff 

Word Count: 2.5K 

Content Warnings: Piercing (tongue), implied sex (at the end), minor language, canon typical unsub behavior (unsub is a  bomber)

A/N: This is for my love @sadgirlzluvdilfs. She had mentioned a new piercing and Aaron, and well, I had to oblige. Full transparency, I don’t have any piercings of my own (but I do have ten tattoos), so I would not recommend following any advice for aftercare mentioned in the story. I hope you like this darling. The reader is a non-BAU member and there is an established relationship. If you like this story, likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated! I hope you all have a good start to the weekend. Love Levi. 

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Aaron’s personal cell dinged in his back pocket, and he pulled it out. He turned on the home screen and saw that y/n had sent him a message and a photo. He looked over at the team who were scouring hundreds of files for a clue on the current unsub who was on a bombing spree in Michigan. Firmly Aaron said, “Excuse me for a moment,” to the team. Rossi looked over to Aaron as he walked away. Hotch found a quiet spot in the hallway of the bustling precinct. He swiped up on the message from y/n. The text read: “Good morning, Aaron. I’m missing you extra hard today. Please stay safe and let’s call tonight if you have time.” Hotch smiled and felt that familiar warmth spread through his body at hearing y/n’s desire for him. He then looked at the attached photo. It wasn’t what he was expecting. It was a photo of y/n’s face, but just the lower half. She was smiling and had her tongue out at him. Aaron wiped the tiredness from his eyes, as he looked at the picture again. Then with a snap, he noticed the obvious. There was a piercing on her tongue, and the area looked a bit red and swollen. Hotch had totally forgotten that y/n was having this done today, though she had let him know that it was happening. Due to the case and frenzy of the team, the thought had completely slipped his mind. Aaron took a moment to like the picture and replied, “That looks great sweetheart! Does it hurt?” As he waited for a response, his mind momentarily wandered lightyears away from the case and the unsub, as he imagined kissing y/n with this new addition to her mouth. For a second he imagined that it would be cool against his own tongue, but then he realized that the metal would be warmed to her internal temperature. Either way, it would be a new sensation for him. He’d never had a partner before that had a mouth piercing. He looked forward to seeing what that felt like. Then there was the thought of her mouth, her piercing on another erogenous zone of his body. The twitch in his pants told him that this was something he was certainly going to have to explore once he got home. 

Hotch moved to the men’s room and turned on the cold tap. He splashed some water on his face to metaphorically and literally cool down his mind and body. Aaron righted himself and pulled some paper towels from the dispenser, patting his face dry. The door opening caught his attention, and he saw Rossi enter. Dave leaned against the door and asked, “Is everything alright?” Hotch cleared his throat and said, “Yeah. I just needed a minute. Let’s get back to the team.” Rossi looked over at Aaron. The older man could see that something was up but didn’t ask further. Dave knew that Aaron, even as a close personal friend, was private about most things in his life. That in keeping certain parts of himself hidden, there was comfort and control. And with the job they had, having those two things could be a lifeline. Just as they got near the briefing room, Hotch’s phone dinged again. y/n’s reply was simple, saying, “My pain level is fine, but my tongue is a little tender, and my jaw is a bit stiff.” Aaron smiled. Knowing that _y/n_ wasn’t in much pain made him feel better. He quickly replied, “Good to hear. I’ll call tonight if there’s time - A.” With that, he recentered his attention on the case at hand. 

That evening in the hotel room, Aaron collapsed onto the mattress. His body was tired and aching from being on his feet all day. The bomber had led the team on a few wild goose chases around the city. The team and JJ in particular were good at not following false leads, but this unsub was smart with their disinformation. They knew how to make a false flag seem to need immediate attention. Hotch pulled out his legal pad and jotted down: Disinformation? Possible groups affiliated - China, Iran, Russia. Ask R. for patterns in text and call G. for more info tomorrow. When he had finished writing, he rested his upper body back down on the bed and pinched the skin between his eyebrows; worry and exhaustion tugging at his insides. Hotch decided he was going to take a nap for an hour. Yes, the case was pressing and needed his focus, but he knew that he wouldn’t be giving his best if he was this tired. So he would compromise by sleeping for a bit and then diving back in. Aaron found his phone at the bottom of his work bag and detailed y/n. After the first ring, y/n answered and he said, “Hey, y/n. I don’t have a lot of time, but I just wanted to hear your voice.” y/n replied, “Hey back at you. Are you doing okay? How’s the team?” Aaron let out a breath and then said, “I’m good. Tired though. And the team is well. They're in their usual form. They’re so sharp. Sometimes it amazes me.” There was a soft chuckle on the other end of the line, and y/n replied, “Well you are too, Aaron. Don’t forget to give yourself some credit.” 

Whenever y/n said things like this to him, he felt a warmth dissipate over his chest and radiate down his body. He knew y/n meant it when she said things like this. She wasn’t one to just give him an ego stroke for the sake of it. If she said something, she was being honest. That was one of the many reasons he found her so attractive. To find someone willing to be genuine was rare, and Aaron cherished that part of their relationship. Hotch thought for a second that he had heard the smallest lisp in y/n’s voice as she spoke and remembered again about the new piercing. He commented, “So, how’s your mouth. Are you taking care of your new jewelry?” y/n responded, “It’s fine. I’m on some Advil, but other than that I’m all good. And I’m following all of the aftercare steps the clinician told me to. It’s healing surprisingly fast.” Aaron gave a little hum of acknowledgment and said, “Well I look forward to seeing it in person. Listen, honey, I’m going to have to go now. But I love you and I’ll text you when I’m on my way back, okay?” There was a momentary pause and y/n replied, “Alright. Please be safe, Aaron.” To which he responded, “I will.” Before y/n hung up, she softly said, “I love you.” Hotch could hear the worry in her voice, even as she tried to hide it. Whenever he called her on cases she sounded this way. At least until he had let her know that he was heading home. He couldn’t blame her. Due to the nature of the BAU’s work, he couldn’t share details about the cases he worked on, and y/n was very aware of the dangers of the job. But she did her best to not put her concern on him too. She understood that his job was important to him, and she knew that being overly concerned, or heaven forbid, babying him would make that job any easier. Aaron thought of this as he set an alarm for an hour on his phone, started said alarm, and turned off the lamp by his bed. 

The case wrapped up in three days, and Aaron was headed home. He planned on meeting up with y/n the day after he got back. When he arrived at her apartment, he knocked on the door, and y/n happily let him inside her space. He moved inside and closed the door behind him. When this was done, he took her hands and said, “Hey beautiful,” before he leaned down and kissed her softly. When they separated, Aaron asked, “What would you like to do today? I’ve got some ideas, but I want to know if you had anything in mind?” y/n smiled up at him and said, “Maybe we could go for a walk along the river? And that record store you’ve been eyeing is finally open today, so we could go there too…” y/n hesitated for a moment and Hotch said, “I’m sensing a ‘but’ coming.” y/n let out a laugh and replied, “But… I’ve missed you. Could we spend an hour or two hanging out here before we go out?” Aaron smiled and leaned down again to kiss her temple saying, “Of course, darling. I’ve missed you too.” _y/n_ moved to the side of the room and put on their favorite album on her record player while Aaron grabbed them a glass of sparkling water. They settled next to each other on the couch, and Hotch turned to face her asking, “Can I see your piercing? I’ve been thinking about it since you sent me that photo on Tuesday.” Hearing this, y/n reddened slightly, but stuck her tongue out at him like a teenager before quickly retracting it back into her mouth. It gave Aaron just a glimpse at the new addition to her body. Hotch looked at her unamused, and y/n laughed again before actually sticking her tongue out for him to see. Aaron looked at the gold bar in her mouth that matched the rest of the jewelry that adorned her figure. He took a moment and touched the warmed metal in her mouth. Her tongue looked more healed than the first photo she had sent him. Aaron removed his hand and asked, “What’s this type of piercing called, and how long is the standard healing time and aftercare routine?” She moved her hand to rest on his thigh. She loved it when he looked out for her. Even in the small things. She replied, “It’s called a midline piercing. My piercer and the aftercare instructions state that it can take four to six weeks to heal. But honestly, it feels pretty good. I read something online about saliva being a natural disinfectant, so maybe that has something to do with it? Aftercare is just simple stuff. Using a new toothbrush, keeping the area clean, all that jazz.” Hotch chuckled at her tone. 

Aaron had considered getting a tattoo once and voiced that thought to Hailey. He wanted something related to Jack, but she had shut down the idea, and so his body remained untouched by either tattoos or piercings. However, he loved that that y/n expressed herself with her jewelry and clothing. He remembered something that _y/n_ had said the first day she got the piercing; that her jaw had been stiff. Because of this, he moved both of his hands up to her jaw and started massaging the area with a firm, yet tender touch. y/n was taken aback and asked, “Aaron, what are you doing?” Hotch swatted her hands away as they moved to grab his hands. He continued to move over the area and replied, “Well you said your jaw was stiff the other day. I’m just making sure you get some relief.” _y/n_ smiled and said, “It’s not really stiff anymore love.” Aaron hummed and said, “Well consider this me making up for lost time.” y/n settled and let him dote on her for a bit. The feel of his warm hands on her jaw made her relax into his touch. Really anytime he made close contact, her body reacted to him. After a few minutes, y/n more intentionally moved his hands up and away from her face. She didn’t give him a chance to protest this time, as she moved to kiss his lips. They were soft and warm under her touch. Hotch made a small sound at the contact and moved his hands to her hips. He pulled away for a second. He then kissed her a few more times. The kisses were chaste and quick. He was teasing her, and she knew it. When y/n had had enough of his tomfoolery, she moved her hand to his hair and took his short locks in her hands. She gave the strands a gentle tug, as she held his head in place for her to more passionately kiss him. Aaron gave a little groan at his hair being pulled. y/n knew that Aaron liked to make her work a little for his affection. Not all of the time, but when he was having fun he sort of made it a game for her. And she knew how to play. Aaron nipped lightly on her lower lip, and she opened for him. Hotch moved slowly over her tongue. He explored the the piercing in her mouth, first at the top of her tongue, and then below. The new sensation of the metal in her mouth excited him. Momentarily he remembered the feeling of getting flustered at the precinct in Michigan, and he felt a familiar tension growing in his pants. Aaron pulled away for breath. y/n looked him over and noticed the growing bulge in his pants, and she gave him a wicked smile. 

y/n got onto her knees and wrapped her arms around his neck, saying, “Well someone’s excited.” Aaron let out a breath and said, “Are you surprised? You’re so hot and the new piercing just adds to the pleasure.” y/n hummed and felt her body warming and pooling with desire. y/n leaned in and kissed the tip of his nose. Hotch closed his eyes and his hands moved up under the back of her shirt to her back. y/n lightly kissed both of his eyelids. The sensitive skin fluttered slightly under her mouth. Her lips and soft breath moved to his chin and slowly down his neck. She was taking her time. If Hotch had teased her, she would teased him right back. It was when she started undoing the button of his shirt and sucking and kissing his sensitive skin that he couldn't take it anymore. The new feeling of the piercing only heightened his senses. He made a noise of desire. It came from a place deep inside him. From a place of need and want. A little breathlessly he asked, “Bedroom?” y/n pulled away from his chest and nodded. They both got up and moved hurriedly toward the bedroom. y/n was still fiddling with the buttons of his shirt as they closed the door behind them. After a few moments, there were more distinct sounds of pleasure that settled in the air. As Aaron looked down at y/n’s form, he felt drunk on how good she made him feel. He moved down to kiss her again, his tongue hungry in her mouth. The feeling of the metal on his tongue ignited a new passion in him. Having a partner like y/n made him feel younger and he reveled in the feeling. 

[tavolgisvist]

When he [Bob Eubanks] hired me he was the man who promoted the Beatles in LA. I was never really sure he liked them, but the hell, he was getting rich at the Hollywood Bowl. There were many other deals going. One of the drivers, after the first Bowl show, handed the Beatles towels to dry their sweat. He later cut up the towels, encased half-inch squares of towel in plastic, and sold them for five bucks each. The driver was really a radio station newsman. I guess he’s got turned on by now, but in those days he wasn’t very cool. It was all deals then. Anyway, I got to know Eubanks during our first American visit, with the Beatles in 1964, and he said whydoncher work for me buddy, we’ll get rich? So our family of six emigrated.

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Paul Revere and the Raiders, the Beau Brummels, Joe and Eddie and Jerry Naylor. Plus the Beatles, for though I wasn’t working for them any more they were the love of my life and Bob Eubanks figured that with a love like that you know it can’t be bad. ‘I’m going to have you fly to the Bahamas,’ he said, the night we arrived in Los Angeles, 70,000 miles from England and intending to set up home. ‘Tonight?’ ‘No. Next week.’ Gee, thanks. Maybe we can get a house, find schools, buy some furniture, get used to the heat and, all in one week, fly to the Bahamas. And, also, he said, why didn’t I fly to Sacramento, see Paul Revere and the Raiders, make friends, sign them up and go on stage to say: ‘Hi. I’m Derek Taylor, used to work for the Beatles. I’m now working for Paul Revere and I’m flying to the Bahamas next week to see the Beatles make their new movie and I’m going to take them your love and also the good wishes of Paul Revere and the Raiders.’ I guessed this must be how things work in America, so I did it. I made friends with Paul Revere, signed them up and went on stage and made my speech. Later that night, I went to the motel where Revere and company were staying and he showed me how you could put a match to a fart and there would be green flame. I quite liked the guy. I liked the group too. They were good and they did well. They were all young then (all but Revere and Mark Lindsay who had seen a lot of hard service here and there), and full of hope of taking over from the Beatles. ‘Are we good enough?’ they asked and it was tough to answer ‘No’, so one just hedged and mumbled and begged the question. The next week I flew to the Bahamas with Dave Hull, squarest disc jockey at KRLA, an amiable short-hair who believed that Medicare had to be the worst thing to happen to America since the New Deal. We arrived in Nassau to find the Beatles just leaving for dinner in the town. They were less than glad to see me, old pal in radio drag with a tape-recorder over my shoulders. ‘This is Derek Taylor, reporting from the Bahamas. I have with me Ringo Starr of the Beatles. Hi Ringo. Nice to see you again.’ ‘Hi Derek. Nice to see you again. What are you doing with a microphone under my famed nose?’ What indeed? Bob’s idea was that I would use my relationship with them, my friendship even, and get interviews which would be unique: ‘Not merely interviews, but rather … conversation between friends’ was the slogan we would use to sell the tapes, once they had been cut up, packaged and prepared for use on radio stations. A scale of charges was drawn up – $50, $100, $200, depending on the wattage of the station. None of this was to be communicated to the Beatles. All they were to know was that Derek was doing a little gig for KRLA to get Prestige Publicity some working capital. Before the family and I had arrived in Los Angeles, there had been dozens of commercials on KRLA: ‘Derek Taylor is jetting to town. Derek Taylor? Wow. Yes, folks, Derek Taylor is coming to KRLA.’ Also, above my glamorous name, letters had gone to every showbiz celebrity in town, announcing my coming. Oh, yes, it’s all true. * Paul was very mean in the Bahamas. I mean, mean. Who is to blame him? Not I. Not me.

‘Bloody hell,’ he said when he saw me. ‘Bloody hell, Derek. You with a tape-recorder asking us questions?’

Oh yes, me with a tape-recorder. The thing was what was the thing I was? Their friend or a journalist or their ex-publicist Brian Epstein’s ex-personal assistant or a puppet of Bob Eubanks or a man in search of a career in American radio or what? The answer is I didn’t think there was any choice. I didn’t know about things like that. I mean I wouldn’t rob an old woman with one leg and a blind dog, and I wouldn’t take a bribe and I wouldn’t rape my sister but I would do many, many things if I was told to because that was the way it had always been. I would write a list of Forty Fab Facts you didn’t know about the Beatles and sell them. I would allow myself to be offered to Lloyd Thaxton of Hollywood as a television link man, I would do so many things which now would be quite ridiculous. I would, even, have the extraordinary cheek to turn up in the Bahamas with a tape recorder to interview the Beatles. It was as well I did it then; I couldn’t do it now. God, I must have been brave or daft or something I’m not sure any more. Brian had slipped out of the Bahamas before I arrived. A good idea. We hadn’t been very close since the previous year, 1964, when I had resigned in the Riviera Motel near Kennedy Airport. It was a shame because we lost valuable talking-time and he hadn’t very long to live and many, many people with whom Brian had trouble have their own regrets that their patience was not more extensive and, of course, patience was what you needed with Brian because he could be, if not impossible, then unbearable, and sometimes impossibly unbearable, but many of the people I like most are absolutely terrible. You too? Good.

We were down on the beach at Paradise Island (you reached it by ferry from Nassau; in those days it was owned by Huntington Hartford, later Howard Hughes) and it was a fantastic rich man’s folly with a casing like a palace out of Ben Hur, quite empty, safe doors swinging open, phones out of order – open to wind and water. The beaches that were Paradise, empty but for Beatles paying gold for the privilege, and an army of savage extras, one of whom was Murray the K, disc jockey lately become fifth Beatle and anxious to appear in a movie with them. (‘For the image, man.’) Down on the beach at Paradise Island, Dave Hull had one recorder and mike, I had another. He had given me his mike: ‘This will put more oomph’ (oomph, for Chrissake?) ‘in your voice,’ he said, showing me. ‘Moooore ba aaaaasssss sound, like, deeeeeep.’ OK Dave, I can dig it. The mike was faulty and I popped p’s in the breeze.

We split up between the Beatles. I took John first; caustic John who was really nothing of the sort. He pulled a couple of desultory put downs and then gave me as good a tape as you’ll get if you are asking questions like: ‘Whereja buy your boots?’ and ‘Do you enjoy filming?’ and ‘How old are you?’ of someone you know at least as well as your brother, and maybe better. George told me about going to a family wedding in Liverpool.

Paul decided not to be mean any longer – guessing, correctly, that life was bad enough without rubbing my nose in it – and talked about song-writing (‘we can carve Paul’s up into twenty pieces,’ said Dave. Let’s see, twenty by $100, that’s 2,000 bucks) and Ringo said it was great to be married, a quote you can read even today. It comes up as fresh as ever. That evening we had dinner in the open air, along a fine table laid with white linen and silver from a graceful pantry. I was invited with one of those, ‘Don’t tell a soul, man, just give Dave and Murray the slip, like come alone,’ and it was a nice time. Dave and I flew back to LA next day. Bob Eubanks met us at the airport with press photographers, a frown creasing his handsome, suntanned mask. ‘Hi buddy. Get the tapes?’ ‘Yeah man; got the fucking tapes. Lost me soul, tho’, lost me soul.’ He seemed very glad to hear it. Gayle and Cecil were waiting back at 6290 Sunset, Joan and the kids were at the airport with Bob and by the time we arrived home in Nichols Canyon, where we had just scored a house before I flew to the Bahamas, I was needed in the office to write about my thrilling experiences with the fab Beatles in the sun-drenched Bahamas. I thought maybe I was really earning the stinking $215 a week and Joan wondered if any money could make up for the changes she was having to go through. A few days later, Bob Eubanks and his team of mailers, tape-editors and salesmen were ready to market the tapes, segmented, trailered, packaged. Beatlemania would do the rest. An ad was placed in Billboard. Disaster … No one wanted the tapes, at all. But these, we said, were conversations between friends, we said. No deal, said the thundering silence. And Brian Epstein, through his lawyers in New York, threatened vengeance in the worst way. ‘I back down,’ I told Bob. ‘You stay where you are,’ said Bob. ‘We won’t have hands to count the money.’ Forget it. I backed down and out of Beatle tapes. Also, I never had the lust for gold again. Money doesn’t talk, it swears* and Hollywood is a town of many temptations. I left Bob Eubanks a few weeks later, taking with me 2½ per cent of the Byrds who were then grossing a few hundred a month and Paul Revere and the Raiders who had been paying Eubanks $750 a month but who asked me would I take $350 a month on account of they weren’t all that well heeled (they were in fact very well heeled), and I may not be able to do the job as well without Bob behind me. OK, OK, I’ll take it. This was the middle of 1965. The Byrds’ epoch-making Tambourine Man had been released and it had made Number 1 in the US and was about to do the same in Britain. Revere had yet to have a hit, but they were good on stage. The Byrds and Revere were both Columbia Records and they didn’t really enjoy each other’s music though they shared the same producer, Terry Melcher. Serving them was therefore like walking on a tightrope. It was like pedalling backwards on a one-wheeled cycle with a puncture, body all aching and racked with bennies, between ‘Revere: the finest performing group in North America, Oregon’s answer to Liverpool’, and ‘America’s best group’ which is what I thought about the Byrds then and still do, mostly. When, later, I picked up the Beach Boys, who also wanted their publicist to write ‘best’ and ‘greatest’, it became more a matter for a clever thesaurus than a tired, tired biped with twenty clients and five children.

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In those days, and the more I write, the further off and the further out they become (remember the McGuinn glasses and David Crosby’s cape?) – in those days there was the Beatles and everyone else and as we flew to Britain, Michael Clarke, Byrd drummer, was asking, did I figure they would get to meet the Beatles? Since ‘These Are Not Merely Interviews, These Are Conversations Between Friends’, the last thing I wanted to do was run into the Beatles! Yet, all the pre publicity to the tour suggested that the Beatles would be intrigued to see what the Byrds were like. So a meeting was unavoidable. On our first night in London, I stayed in the hotel, the Europa in Grosvenor Square. Mike went out with Gene and David (I think they all went out) and at about 4 a.m. Mike woke me and said, ‘We met them, we actually got to meet the Beatles. Paul said “hi” and George wants to see you.’ Oh yeah? Next night it happened that George and John came to Blaises where the Byrds performed to a room no bigger than the one you’re sitting in now, on a stage insufficient to carry all the drum kit. They played louder than anyone else had been known to play, even in Madison Square Garden they were bloody loud, and Blaises or blazes, they were going to tune up and belt the music out. I thought they were marvellous and I think John and George did, but some of the English smirkers smirked and you only need a few English smirkers in a half lit room to feel pleased you’re not proud to be English. Upstairs in Blaises, after the set, John and George sat at a long table and invited us in. Boy, were they big-time then – I’d forgotten. It wasn’t them at all, it was the situation. They were absolutely IT. John sat at the centre of the table, George at the head and they sent for wine for free. It came and we arrived with it. ‘Thanks for the tapes,’ said John, very loud. ‘Which tapes?’ I said, very soft. ‘You know which tapes,’ said John, still very loud. ‘True,’ I said, a little louder, knowing that was the end of that. So it was. We all left, again in that under-the-breath ‘come alone’ way, John grabbing bottles of wine to wave goodbye by way of goodbye to Jim Carter-Fea, then owner of Blaises, By Appointment, Host to the Beatles. We went round to Brian Jones’s apartment where we smoked some hash and some grass and as there was no food in the place and, after the wine had finished, no liquid excepting a half-bottle of milk, solid as chalk, we went out for hamburgers and then went home.

*Bob Dylan

(As Time Goes by Derek Taylor)

(Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII, Part VIII, Part IX, Part X, Part XI)

[prettyyoungandbored]

Sweet Revenge - Johnny Knoxville

Pairing: Johnny Knoxville x Fem!Reader (goes by “Babydoll”)

Warnings: Excessive use of the word of “fuck”.

Author’s Note: Sequel to Needy. Big credit and thank you to @thepeachyouhadtopick for giving me the idea!

GIF IS NOT MINE

Once housekeeping was finished setting up the bed, Y/N took a scolding hot shower to calm her rage.

All she wanted was to get dicked down by her boyfriend. She didn’t ask for much, only raunchy hotel sex with her equally kinky boyfriend.

And then Don Vito ruined it and as far as she was concerned, Bam had something to do with it.

On top of that, it had been close to an hour yet Johnny still hadn’t come back to the hotel room.

When it became clear the shower wasn’t going to help her anger subside, she turned the faucet and stepped out. She wrapped a towel around her body as she padded toward her suitcase.

She changed into an oversized shirt and some underwear before going to back to the bathroom to hang the towel and brush her teeth.

As she brushed her teeth, she heard the door open. She didn’t bother to look. She knew exactly who it was.

“Babydoll?”

“Bathroom.”

She continued to brush when he stepped into the bathroom. Her anger did subside a bit when she noticed he was stressed as he leaned on the bathroom counter.

“I know I was gone for a long ass time but I can explain,” he said. “Turns out Bam had hidden cameras in the hallway and in the room.”

She froze as she removed the toothbrush from her mouth. Not even a second ago, she was naked in the hotel room.

“WHAT?!” she yelled.

“They’re off,” Johnny assured. “They have been since Vito and I left the room. I went over to the production trailer down the street and they showed me all the footage. A guy from production is coming any minute to get rid of all the cameras in the room.”

The next question made her sick to her stomach. “What else did they catch?”

“Nothing other than us walking in the hallway toward the room,” Johnny said. “They promised they would bleep out what I said prior to us coming into the room.”

A wave of relief crashed over her.

“Ok,” she sighed.

She spit out the toothpaste and wiped her mouth with the towel.

Everything was fine. They were in the clear. The production guys wouldn’t fuck with Johnny like that.

Yet, here she was fighting back tears.

It took one sniffle out of her to break Johnny’s heart.

“C’mere,” he motioned to her.

Johnny pulled her to him, wrapping one arm around her while cradling the back of her head with the other. She nuzzled her nose into his shirt, inhaling his scent for comfort.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled. “I know I should I know that I’m not immune to this kind of bullshit. But I didn’t know there were cameras in here and I was changing clothes at one point and I just…I know they were off but just the thought…”

“It’s ok,” he reassured. “I’ll double check any and all footage. I promise. I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.”

He kissed the top of her head. “Say the word and we can get them to cut the footage from tonight.”

“Bam won’t let you.”

“Shows under my production company. My rules.”

She unraveled herself from Johnny’s embrace and leaned back onto the bathroom counter. “So both Bam and Vito behind the prank?”

“Yea.”

She nodded. “They’re gonna pay and you’re gonna help me.”

Johnny smirked, posturing straightening with interest. “What did you have in mind?”

“I have a couple ideas.”

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The next morning in her and Johnny’s hotel room, she gathered the troops.

The troops included Pontius, Dave, Erehen, and Steve-O.

“I want you four to listen to me very carefully,” she said. She pulled out a folded piece of paper. “Do exactly as I say and I can get you on the list for the next big event at the Playboy mansion.”

The four men straightened up, their attention fully on her. She grinned.

“What we are doing does not leave this group,” she continued. “Is that clear?”

The men nodded and she looked over at Johnny, who shot her a look of pure and utter pride.

“Let’s get to it.”

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A week later…

“I’m kind of surprised you wanna prank Y/N,” Bam told Johnny as the two men hung out in Don Vito’s living room. “Like, it’s odd.”

Johnny waved his hand. “She’ll love it. I promise.”

“She was pissed about the whole Vito thing though.”

“Yeah, I thought she was gonna murder me,” Don Vito chimed in as he walked into the living room.

“You guys caught her on a bad night,” Johnny assured. “Look, I really wanna go for it. I need to know before I get super serious with her.”

“Why her? I mean, you’re a good looking guy,” Don Vito pointed out. “You could have any woman you want? Why settle for just one woman?”

Johnny went to open his mouth when the door burst open, followed by a “GET ON THE FUCKING GROUND!”

A small SWAT Team burst into their room, pointed their guns at the men.

“ON THE FUCKING GROUND!” One of the guys ordered Bam and Don Vito.

The two men didn’t hesitate, falling to the floor.

“The hell is going on?!” Johnny asked as he started to kneel on to the ground.

Before his knees could hit the floor, one of the men escorted Johnny out of the house.

“Where the fuck is he going?!” Bam yelled.

“SHUT UP AND GET ON THE GROUND!” One of the guys screamed.

“Dude we’re on the fucking ground!” Bam retorted.

“You’re gonna get us shot!” Don Vito snapped.

The four SWAT guys pointed their guns at Bam and Don Vito.

Just as silence fell, it was quickly interrupted by the sounds of clapping. Y/N appeared with Johnny beside her, satisfied smirks on their faces.

“ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!” Bam shouted. “SERIOUSLY?! Y/N?!”

“Surprise motherfucker!” Y/N cheered, throwing her hands up. “That’s what you two get for what you did at the hotel.”

“You kidding me?!” Don Vito asked. “You almost gave me a heart attack!”

“Are these guys for real?” Bam asked.

Pontius removed his helmet. “SURPRISE!”

Steve-O, Dave, and Ehren also removed their helmets, laughing viciously.

“You guys fucking suck!” Bam yelled.

Y/N removed her sunglasses and knelt down on the ground, her eyes glaring at the two men.

“If you wanna fuck with Johnny, fine. But fuck with me, and I will ruin you,” she warned. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Jesus Christ,” Don Vito mumbled.

“DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?!”

“YES! FUCK!” Bam yelled.

Y/N stood up and turned to Johnny. “I think Jeff and Spike are gonna love the footage.”

“Oh I think they will too,” Johnny agreed, kissing the top of her head. “I think the viewers are also gonna love it.”

“You’re not putting this on the show,” Bam retorted.

“Oh, but we are!” Y/N cheered. “You get your prank, I get mine.”

Y/N turned to the guys. “Gentleman, you were wonderful. I talked to my friend at the Playboy mansion and you are on the list for the mansion party next month. Go crazy when you get there.”

The guys cheered as Y/N smirked at Johnny.

“Let’s go back to the hotel and have our own celebration,” she winked.

He picked her up bridal style and carried her out of the house.

“KINKY SEX TIME!” Johnny yelled.

[olivia091108]

Roomies

Summary:Sharing a hotel with bam

Word count :1412

Pairing:bam margera x reader

Today has tired me out so fucking much. I had to do get up at 5:30 to get to set and do the safety meeting about all the stunts that were happening and then for my first stunt I got thrown onto my back in the tidal wave and Ryan did a stunt where we were on some lubed up tarp and played tug of war and whoever lost would fall face first into horse shit.I won but Ryan ended up tackling me and covering me in it.

I had a shower on set to get rid of the smell but of course as soon as I stepped out I got razed by Johnny which doesn’t feel great. I got to watch the other stunts though and now we’re driving to California for the rest of the film

I would of gotten some sleep on the coach we hired but firstly there was a guaranteed chance that I would get pranked and secondly I want a good night sleep in the hotel. I was first off the coach once I heard tremaine announce we are here.

I ran over to him and he started to announce the roommates I didn’t really have to listen since I’m the only girl I always get a room by myself but Jeff was going down his list

“Steve o with Chris. Dave and ehren wee your with Preston ” I watched them jealously getting to go to their rooms and sleep but once I heard my name I snatched the card and went and found my room immediately collapsing on the bed.

Also having to fight with myself to get up to do my teeth. I walk over to the window and shut the curtains so I don’t have to be worried about the others then I go into the bathroom and have another shower since we’ve been travelling for 7 hours I feel icky. I do my teeth and wash my face and hang up my towel and only just realising I didn’t have my pjamas in here.

I walk back into the room naked since it was just me and it didn’t really matter to find my pjs

BAMS POV

Y/n raced off to her room and I wait for me and Ryan’s name but I just hear his. “Dunn with Knox” I was the only one left without a room

“Jeff what about me?”

“Oh this must be yours”he gives me the space card that he had and I take it and find the room i push in the key letting the door unlock and I see one bed meaning did the first time I don’t have to share a room with anyone and can actually get a good sleep for once.

Y/N POV

When I walk back in I see bam sitting on my bed and I see him look at me and I realise I’m butt ass naked and quickly cover myself as much as I could

BAM WTF!? he throws me the comforter and you wrap it around my naked body and try to hide my embarrassment from one of my friends seeing me with no clothes. Sure he sees me in bikinis and maybe a couple times my tits but that’s for the movie he’s not supposed to see them when the cameras aren’t rolling.

Bam just stares at me looking dumbfounded and just as confused as me. “How did you even get in here?” I ask

“Tremaine said this was my room look”he shows me his key card and it’s the exact same as mine I grab my pjs and walk back into the bathroom to change into my little short bottoms and a tank top.

I walk back out and grab vans wrist and walk barefoot to Jeff’s room and start banging on the door not caring that it was past midnight. After a minute or two he opens the door with his hair all over the place and rubbing his eyes. I probably just woke him up and a bit of guilt washes over me before remembering why I was here

“Jeff we need another room you gave us the same one and it’s only got one bed.”

“Well the first desk is closed now so I’m sorry but your gonna have to share it’s only for one night.”

“Can’t he share with anyone no offence”I say turning back to bam and he just shakes his head

“No there’s no room.” I look at bam again and see the tiredness in his eyes and think what’s the worst that could happen he’s just seen me naked what’s the big deal about sharing a bed.

“Alright fine.” He closes the door on us and grab bams hand and pull him back to our now shared room and we both walk inside and he goes to the bathroom to change and I grab my face wash and wait for him to finish.

Once he’s done he sees me holding my face wash and skin care and he lightly chuckles at it. “What is all that shit?”

“Its face wash do you not wash your face or something?”

“No just with water in the shower”

“Ew your just as bad as Dunn”

I walk in to the bathroom and start to do my nighttime skincare and in the reflection of the morris i see bam staring at me and I beckon him over and start to use my skin care on him and help him wash his face.

He did complain a bit when it went on his eyes but I did tell him to keep them closed and while I finish rubbing in his moisturiser he stared at himself in the mirror and I walk out and put my stuff into my bag.

He walks back in rubbing his face. “It’s so soft” I laugh at him being a virgin to skincare which really I shouldn’t be surprised at if he’s friends with Ryan who probably showers once a week. He gets under the covers next to me and I turn off the bedside table lamp.

We’re both laying on our backs keeping to our sides as much as we can but it’s really uncomfortable and I won’t get a good sleep like this. “Bam we’re friends what wrong with sharing a bed for one night i know that I won’t be able to sleep like this so cmon” I scoot a bit closer to him and turn on my side to face him and he wriggles around till he’s comfy and he slips his arm under my head acting as a pillow. It doesn’t take long for either of us to be asleep.

Hearing banging on the door I get woken up from probably one of the best sleeps of my life then I remember that bams here and throughout the night I ended up laying on his chest and clinging to him like a koala and his arm wrapped round my waist keeping me from moving before I can even try to get myself out of his grip I see the door opening Jeff had an extra key card clearly.

I see lance walk in holding the camera to us and the rest of the boys coming in and teasing us. Bam ends up waking up from all their noise and quickly notices what happened and unwrapped his arms from me and sat up clearing his throat with flushed cheeks which the boys just made fun of even more.

“You two overslept we still have a 3 hour ride ahead of us so quick as you can”Jeff says before ushering everyone out the room.

I swung myslef so I was hanging off the bed and reached into my bag and pulled out my clothes for today and started to take off my shorts and slip my knickers on followed by my jeans

“Sleep well?”bam asks while also getting dressed “yeah I slept really well you were like my own personal pillow”

I removed my top and look for my bra which is hidden under bams clothes and without flashing him twice on 12 hours I ask him to pass it and he blushes a bit before handing it to the half nude girl infront of him.

“What first time seeing a girl Topless bam?” I tease.

“Oh please you should know that ain’t true”

After both being dressed we rush down to the coach and get ready to endure 3hours of the boys making jokes about me and bam at lest they don’t know he saw me naked.

Remember my request are always open

Also I might start writing for Ryan Dunn sooner

-liv

[snowblossomreads]

Stormy Nights

Pairing: Detective David Friedman x Fem!Reader

Summary: In where David finds [Y/n] trembling at the sound of the storm outside and goes to comfort her.

Tag(s)/Warning(s): Fluff, Age Gap, Daddy Kink (Non Sexual), Fear of thunderstorms

Word Count: 2K

A/N: It's spring time where i live which means it storms every other day with the possible chance of tornadoes! I don't like storms (trauma) hence here is this cute lil story with our favorite southern detective : D

"Jesus Christ!" The boom of his voice, rivaled the boom of the thunder that followed David, as he slammed his front door close, to escape the torrential downpour happening outside.

"Fuckin' spring showers my ass," he hissed, as he began to peel off the damp clothes that stuck to him, not wanting to track mud and water all over the house. "Like a damn hurricane out there, I swear! Gets worse and worse every year."

Mumbling frustrated curses, he carried the clothes to the bathroom and dumped them in the laundry hamper, before going to grab a towel to dry himself a bit. Of course, he didn't bring an umbrella today, granted, the way the wind was blowing, it probably would have snatched it right out of his hands.

"Should have just stayed home and minded my business but-."

BOOM!

"AHHH!"

His complaints were interrupted by the loudest crash of thunder up to that point, which made the house rattle, and the lights flicker. And along with the crash of thunder, a familiar sounding screech drifted from his bedroom that gave him pause.

"What in the?"  

Tossing his towel back on the hook, he made his way to his bedroom, which had its door wide open, and light from the TV pouring out of it. When he reached the threshold of it, he immediately noticed the shaking lump in the middle of his bed. Blankets and pillows surrounded the figure even though he noticed one or two of the 'fort' walls had been kicked to the ground.

"[Y/n]?" He asked, approaching the trembling shape carefully as if it was a suspect who was in hiding.

There wasn't a reply, only more whimpering and shaking, as he sat on the edge of the bed. The shifting of the mattress only seemed to frighten the woman more, as she let out a little cry that caused his eyes to widen and worry to cord at his stomach.

"Doll it's just me, just Dave," he rumbled gently as he laid his hand on what he assumed was her back, and stroked her in a manner he hoped was comforting.

Her shaking seemed to ease with his touch, and so carefully, he peeled back the blankets to find her curled in a fetal position. The sight made his heart ache more than he thought it would considering [Y/n] was a fierce little thing at times. 

She was one to voluntarily put herself in danger by playing potential victims to catch a perp if needed without a blink of an eye. Even if he did complain. So seeing her curled up and scared was unnerving and it knawed at him painfully. 

"D-Dave," she whined, her eyes still shut tight as she gripped the sheets beneath her, not daring to move an inch.

"Doll what are you doing under there? What is all this?" Confusion was etched all over his face which was illuminated by the TV that was playing the local weather. 

Still, her eyes didn't open as she just laid there in a fetal position, as if not moving would keep the storms away. It didn't, and apparently to make sure she knew that, the storm began to rumble with thunder this time, though much softer than it had before. 

That didn't matter though as she shook so hard Dave thought she would end up breaking something with how tense she was.

To keep her from breaking, he leaned over her body, wrapping his arms around her as he tried to pull her close. Hopefully, she would excuse the bit of dampness on his skin as he hadn't had time to dry off all the way from the rain outside. Granted, by the way she hardly moved when he pulled her in his lap, and then buried herself deeper against him, she didn't seem to care much about it.

"Mmm s-sorry, didn't tell you I was coming over." Her voice was muffled, yet he could hear it quiver, as she kept herself hidden. "Didn't know- Didn't know if you were still at the station." 

"Yeah, I just got in. Was coming straight back here when the sky decided to open up and piss on me when I got on the bridge. Damn near skidded off of it."

There was another rumble of thunder just as he finished, and he felt her begin to tremble in his arms again before he hugged her tighter. Was she scared of storms? Obviously, she had to be considering the way she was vibrating. It was weird though, as he had been around her when it was storming and she seemed perfectly at ease. Well as much as ease as someone could be when lightning was illuminating the skies up while the wind whipped around. So he felt like he still had to ask.

Burying his face on top of her head and kissing it, he murmured his question in her hair, "Doll are you scared of storms?"

There was no use hiding it now considering she was shaking like a leaf on his bed, scared to move an inch. God, it was infuriating how weather like this could make her so uneasy and terrify her just like that. With a shaky breath, she nodded.

"Y-yeah don't like 'em too much. It got real bad after you know…" she paused, as the memory of Katrina was still fresh in her mind. 

Two years had already passed since that devastating hurricane and the weeks of hell that had followed. Scars and memories of it still littered the city and surrounding places so it was almost impossible to forget. 

Dave had seemed to understand as well as none of them had come out of that event without some sort of emotional scar. He held her more tightly at that and for a moment she couldn't be more than thankful to have him.

"B-but I still never liked 'em too much," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the rain hitting the roof and windows and the howl of the wind. There was also the sound of the weatherman talking about a severe thunderstorm warning was issued for Orleans Parish which probably explained the wild weather. 

"Especially when all they've been talking about and showing is all them tornadoes that come through all the other cities yesterday and today. Just scares me, always gets me thinking of the worst." 

Again, another loud gust of wind whistled and rattled the windows, followed by lighting and the crackle of thunder that caused the hair on the back of her neck to stand. She physically bristled, as a sharp sob left her lips, and goosebumps appeared on her skin while she attempted to bury herself closer to Dave even if there was nowhere else to go. 

Immediately, his arms tightened around her and he cradled the back of her head before going to stroke her in an attempt to calm her. They weren't in any danger, but at this point, all rational had left her mind and its replacement was worry. Maybe if he could quiet it down some would she feel better. And a thought came into his mind.

"Shhh, I got you doll, I got you," he hummed in that lovely drawl of his, as he rocked her back and forth, trying to soothe her frightened cries as the weather outside seemed to want to make it a point to terrify [Y/n]. "Daddy's got you don't worry," his voice a rumble that even the thunder outside couldn't compare to. "Ain't nothing gonna happen just some wind and noise."

"D-daddy, I'm sorry," she whined immediately latching on to what he was doing. Her hands balled in a fist as she stayed against him, letting him protect her from whatever was going on outside.

He was safety. She could always trust that he would do everything he could to keep her safe. Even if it was something as impossible as keeping the weather away. She could trust him. Her Dave, her daddy.

"You ain't got nothing to be sorry about," he murmured, "we all got something we're afraid of and we just need to ride this one out. We'll be okay, news said it'll pass over in about thirty so we'll just stay put right here doll." 

The continuous rumble of thunder made its way over the house as Dave kept his eye on the weather report. Each time it would thunder, he would try to block the sound of it using the deep rumble of his own voice and words of encouragement to [Y/n] who had continued to tremble but much less than before.

"Almost done doll." "Hear it lightnin' up out there we'll be okay." "That's my good girl."

Over and over he whispered sweet words, and each time she would tremble less and less. Whether it was because the words were actually calming, (they were to her), or if it was because the storms were slowly finishing their taunts against his [Y/n], he didn't know. But after an hour or so, everything seemed to quiet down outside, and her trembles had almost ceased completely. 

Rocking her back and forth and eyeing the news, he listened as the weatherman gave the all clear, saying that the worst of it was out of the station's viewing area, and it would only be light rain for the rest of the evening.

Good. He was tired of wondering if the lights were going to go out. Not only because he was getting a bit testy at the weather for how bad it was spooking his [Y/n]. But, he had just bought groceries the other day and would be pissed if they went bad. Hey, shit was expensive. 

"[Y/n], doll, you okay?" He asked softly as he slowed his caresses, listening to her steady breathing. 

It was a major difference from her more erratic and frightened breathing and it calmed him knowing she was alright. Though, he noticed there wasn't a response from her and it caused him to look down to check on her.

"[Y/n]?" 

Her eyes stayed closed as he called to her once more, and he couldn't stop the amused grin that spread on his thin lips. She had fallen asleep!  His shoulders shook with muted laughter, even more so when [Y/n] didn't stir at all.

"Tired yourself out with all that shakin' didn't you," he mused playfully, before he planted a quick kiss against the top of her head. "You're a silly little thing you know that darlin'?" 

Of course, there was no response, as she snoozed peacefully, having fallen asleep the moment things seemed to have started to wind down. Carefully, as to not wake her, even though he was sure she was out for the rest of the night, David gently laid her back down on the bed. Her body loosened up and unfurled on its own accord now that it was no longer balled up against him.  

Quietly, he shuffled off the bed, pulling the blankets up around her shoulders and then placing her head on one of the many pillows that she had scrounged up. Huh, he didn't even realize he had that many, he thought to himself, as he gathered the extras to put in the living room. 

Taking one more glance at her to make sure she was still snoozing, he made his way to the living room and tossed the pillows on the sofa. He would deal with them later. Next was the shower that he had forgone to comfort [Y/n] and after he had dried himself off he went back to the room to check on her. 

Still sleep. 

Walking over to the opposite side of the bed, David slipped underneath the blankets, a yawn already spilling from his lips as he scooted close to [Y/n]. Her body rose and fell steadily and he was sure the poor woman was gonna be sleeping until the next morning.

With a tired smile and warm eyes pointed in her direction, he threw an arm around her waist to scoot her close. Once she was tucked safely against his chest, he kissed the top of her head again before closing his eyes in hopes of finding sleep as quickly as she had done.

[allmoshnobrain]

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

part 32 of 35 | masterpost

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I halted in front of the door, my heart pounding, my face all flushed, the desperation in my heart shoving aside any jitters about facing Dave again. All I craved was for him to swing that door open, and I'd throw myself into his arms, cup his face in my hands and kiss him, let him take me to bed, and everything would sort itself out because I loved him. I fucking loved him.

✦ on this chapter: NSFW!!!, dave mustaine x female!oc, james hetfield x female! oc, oc is cliff's cousin, +18, language, slice of life, angst, smut mentioned/implied

✧ Do you forgive me for all the ways that I missed you? / Did I ever not miss you? In my bones, in being myself / I could be no one else ✧

I woke up a few hours later with the sunlight peeking through the curtains, James' arms hugging me as he snored softly, his face tucked in the curve of my neck. I blinked, memories of the previous night rushing back, making my face warm and my stomach flutter with a million butterflies. Holy shit. That had really happened, right? We’d actually fucked?

I got up, nudging James' arms away, my face probably redder than a lobster. I headed to the bathroom, cranked up the shower, and hopped under the hot water, letting out a satisfied sigh as my body unwound. After the shower, as I brushed my teeth, it dawned on me that I’d forgotten to grab something to wear. Wrapped in a towel, I strolled back to the room only to find James was already awake.

“You look way hotter naked than I imagined, you know?” James grinned as he caught sight of me.

“Is that your version of 'good morning'?” I chuckled, hunting through my stuff for something to wear. He laughed, got up, and sat on the edge of the bed, pulling me to stand between his legs.

“Good morning, princess,” he murmured, planting a light kiss on my lips. “Hey, mind if I use your shower?”

“Sure thing, but you might want to snag some fresh clothes from your own room,” I suggested, and he flashed a grin.

“Why don't you crash in my room for the rest of the tour? It's way more convenient, and besides…” James pulled me closer, wrapping his arms around my waist before whispering in my ear, “We could have a rerun of last night as many times as we want, right?”

I hesitated, taking a step back. James frowned, seeming intrigued by my reaction.

“What's wrong?” he asked. “Am I that bad in bed?”

“Of course not!” I replied, maybe a bit too hastily, which earned a soft chuckle from him.

“What's bothering you, then?” he asked, gently holding my chin. I let out a sigh and glanced off. 

“You might get upset.”

“Nah, I won't. You know you can tell me anything,” he drew me close again, and I placed my hands on his shoulders, my face warming up with how close we were. “What's going on?”

“It's just…” I sighed, a lump of pain forming in my throat. “James, Dave dumped me, thinking I cheated on him with you. It's messed up. And I... I really liked sleeping with you. A lot, seriously. But I can't help feeling bad…” I blinked, battling against the tears that were pushing through. “I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything; I'm screwing everything up…”

“No. You're not,” James whispered, gently rubbing my back with one hand. “You gotta quit thinking that. You're not screwing anything up.”

“It's all my fault, James,” I mumbled, my voice shaky as a couple of tears slipped out, making their way down my face. “I messed things up, and I couldn't even go after him to set things right 'cause I was scared. It's all my fucking fault.”

“Hey. Get over here,” he pulled me in closer, giving me a tight hug, and I sniffled, wiping my eyes with one hand while he gently rubbed my back. “You didn't mess up, Nore. You haven't wrecked anything, okay? I broke up with Pat 'cause I wanted to. And Dave... If you want, I can help you with that.”

“How so?” I asked, my voice shaky. He pulled back, looking at me, his blue eyes dead serious.

“If you're up for it, we can track him down when we're back. I'll help you explain the whole story. And if you wanna patch things up with him…” he paused, taking a deep breath like the thought pained him. “Nore, I'd rather fucking die than see you sad like this, even if it’s because you can't be with him.”

“James…” I whispered, my heart pounding at his words. Would he seriously go that far for me? Was he really willing to help me set things straight with Dave, even if it meant he might lose me in the process? Did he truly love me that much?

“It's just that, right now, there's a whole ocean between him and us,” James murmured, his lips edging closer to mine. “You can be my girl while we're here... And when we roll back, we'll figure out what's what.”

I let out a sigh as he kissed me, his hands eagerly roaming over my body until he unraveled the towel wrapped around me. One of his hands gripped my butt tight, while the other ventured to my breast, moving in slow circles, his thumb slowly teasing my nipple. I let out a soft moan as his lips traced my neck, a pleasant warmth spreading between my legs.

“I just got out of the shower,” I whispered, and he let out a soft chuckle.

“So what? We can hop in together later. I was thinking about fucking you in there too, anyway.”

“Quit it, James,” I moaned, my protest weakened by the evident longing in my voice.

He laughed and then yanked me onto the bed, positioning my knees around his hips. I tangled my fingers in his hair, his lips leisurely exploring mine, and moaned when he pulled my hips down, slowly sliding into me as I settled on his lap.

The morning was wrapping up when we finally strolled into the hotel's restaurant, spotting the rest of the band and Leanne, chitchatting as they polished off breakfast.

“Go snag a seat; I'll grab the food,” James suggested, tugging me in by the waist before whispering in my ear: “You've gotta be tired after riding me so good just now, huh?”

“Oh my God... James!” I griped, shoving him off as I felt my face getting all warm. He burst into laughter, heading for the buffet, and I rolled my eyes before joining the gang at the table. “Hey,” I greeted everyone as I took a seat, arching my eyebrows and furrowing my forehead when I got zero response. I blushed when I noticed all eyes on me — Kirk and Leanne with expectation in their eyes, Cliff throwing some side-eye, torn between suspicion and curiosity, and Lars barely containing his laughter. “Alright, spill it. What's the deal?”

“You telling us what happened?” Kirk chimed in, a big grin spreading across his face. I furrowed my brow.

“Nothing happened. What are you guys talking about?”

“Just that Pat went nuclear 'cause you and James disappeared together yesterday. Now she's MIA, and you two stroll in all cozy for breakfast like this?” Lars said, grinning like a goof too. ”So... what's the story?”

“Pat and James called it quits. She hightailed it back home,” I admitted, figuring there was no point in keeping it under wraps — everyone would catch on sooner or later.

“And you’re seriously gonna let us suffer in suspense? Spill the details!” Lea demanded, and I let out a groan.

James rolled back with two plates, plopping one in front of me before settling down and digging in. He took a few seconds, maybe longer, to catch onto everyone's eager stares at us.

“What?” he asked, his mouth full.

“What we're dying to know is if you two fucked or n…”.

“Lars!” I cut in, my face heating up. James nearly choked on his food, going red in the face too. I averted my gaze, refusing to make eye contact, running a hand over my face.

“Oh my God. You guys totally did it, didn’t you?” Lars continued, now definitely cracking up. We stayed silent, but that seemed to be all the confirmation he needed. He leaped to his feet. “I called it!” he pointed triumphantly at Kirk and Leanne. “Pay up, you owe me ten bucks.”

“You guys placed bets on this?” I exclaimed, offended, getting up. “Cliff!” I turned to Cliff, hoping for some support in conveying how ridiculous this was, but he just shrugged.

“I have nothing to do with this.”

“What were you betting on?” James inquired, still a bit flushed but not nearly as bothered as I was. I stared at him, incredulous.

“I bet that you and Pat would split, and you'd turn to Nore for comfort, inevitably leading to... you know. Kirk bet on a threesome with you, Pat, and Nore…” I shot Kirk a wide-eyed look, and he grinned at me like it was just a casual proposition. “Lea bet that you would only sort things out come morning.”

“And you all think it's cool to start placing bets on my love life?” I demanded, annoyed.

“We're just stoked that you and James finally got your act together, Nore. It was about time.” Leanne chimed in with a grin.

“I fucking called it! I knew this day would come ever since I spotted you two making out on the bus.” Lars declared, victorious. I turned to him, eyes wide, and James tensed beside me.

“What do you mean you saw it?” I asked, while James exclaimed:

“Seriously, Lars? I thought you were knocked out!”

“Wait a sec. What do you mean they were making out on the bus?” Kirk inquired.

“You didn't tell us any of this! It's not cool to bet when you're holding back intel,” Leanne griped.

“I genuinely thought you were knocked out,” James reiterated, sounding incredulous. Lars chuckled.

“Well, in case you're not familiar with the idea, it's called pretending…”

“Shut it, you goofballs,” Cliff grumbled. “Everyone's eyeballing us.”

I huffed but settled back in the chair to eat, allowing James to wrap an arm around my shoulders.

“So, are you two together now or what?” Lars prodded, and I rolled my eyes.

“Fuck off, Lars.”

“Are you or not?”

“It's none of your fucking business,” James muttered. “Just zip it.”

I glanced at James and couldn't help but smile when our eyes connected. We carried on with our meal, and to my relief, the others shifted gears, chatting more about the shows and the trip rather than dissecting James and me. I sighed, a sudden realization hitting me that the hollowness that had lingered for the past few weeks had lightened in my chest. For the first time in weeks, I felt almost complete, even with Dave not being there. For a fleeting moment, I almost allowed myself not to feel sad.

But then, James inadvertently brushed against the small blue stone on the bracelet that used to be Dave’s birthday gift, and in an instant, everything about Dave flooded back into my mind; his scent, his smile, the way he used to hold me. The way his lips always found the perfect spot against mine, and how he held me as if I would break with too much force. His voice, his hands, his strong arms around me, everything, everything about him.

I needed to find him again. I needed to explain everything; I needed him to understand that I loved him and had never stopped loving him, not even for a second. The idea of finding him frightened me, but the thought of never crossing paths with him again scared me even more. I needed to make things right.

Then, James' request echoed in my mind, and I let out a sigh. For now, I would let myself revel in the burst of happiness I'd stumbled upon in his embrace. I could make decisions later. I could figure out what I was really feeling. But for now, I could let myself forget that ache.

I could let myself be happy.

The rest of the tour flew by; now that James and I had sorted out our issues, the days felt lighter, and I started to feel a bit happy again. Of course, the fact that James couldn't keep his hands off me played a big part in that; we were always together, grabbing every chance we got to sneak away and get lost in each other's touch.

Before we knew it, it was time to head back home. Saying goodbye to James hit me way harder than I thought it would; I’d let myself love him fully in these past few days, no holds barred, but that didn't lessen how much I craved him one bit. If anything, with each passing day, I just wanted him more.

Nevertheless, I got back from the trip dead sure about one thing: I needed to patch things up with Dave. I had to lay it all out for him, spill every detail, even if it meant he might not want to hear it or worse, end up hating me. If my screw-up was keeping stuff under wraps to avoid hurting him, I was damn sure I wouldn't make that mistake again. Not if it meant risking losing someone I loved.

“You sure you don't want me to go with you?” James asked, cupping my face with one hand while the other hung onto my waist. We were saying goodbye at Los Angeles airport before he jetted back to San Francisco and I headed to Long Beach, but not for long; I had plans to swing back to LA the next weekend to have a chat with Dave and, well, Pat too. Figured some apologies were in order.

“I am. I swear I'll be fine,” I breathed, tiptoeing to plant a kiss on the corner of his mouth. He grinned, pulling me into a tight hug, and I let out a soft chuckle.

“You're so damn brave,” he whispered, making my heart rush. “I'll miss you, you know?”

“We'll catch up soon,” I replied, stepping back and resting my hands on his chest. He smiled, a touch of melancholy in his eyes.

“Yeah, but it won't be the same, will it?” he murmured, and I sighed, furrowing my brow a bit.

I had been dodging the thought, but James had a point: one way or another, I planned to sort things out with Dave this weekend. I was damn sure that meeting him again wouldn't be calm or easy, not when the ache for him was like a stormy sea in my chest.

Yet, I couldn't shake off how tight James and I had gotten in these last few days, how I’d let myself fall even more for him. I was torn, clueless about what to do. All I could wish for was that sorting things out with Dave about all that had happened in the past few months would clear up this emotional mess, help me make sense of it all.

"I gotta do this, Jamie," I murmured, cupping his face in my hands. He smiled, resigned, laying his hands on top of mine.

"I get it. How 'bout one last kiss? You know, for good luck." he suggested, and I couldn't help but chuckle, throwing my arms around his neck as I let him plant a sweet kiss on my lips.

The weekend rolled in quicker than I expected, shooting my anxiety through the roof. No matter how many times I'd rehearsed the speech and played out the scenarios in my head about facing Dave, when the moment finally arrived, I was way more jittery than I bargained for.

I hit up Pat's place first, thinking it might be a smoother conversation. Nervously, I rang the doorbell, sighing in anticipation. After a few minutes, the door swung open, revealing Pat.

I started to say hi, but she shut the door right in my face as soon as she laid eyes on me.

"Pat, come on!" I blurted, banging on the door. I hammered the doorbell — once, twice, three times — until she begrudgingly swung it open.

"What do you want?" she snarled. I raised my eyebrows, taken aback by her hostility.

"I want to talk to you."

"I have nothing to talk to you about. Go away."

"Yeah, I don’t think so. We need to talk," I lit a cigarette and offered her the pack. "Want one?" She stayed silent, and I sighed, shoving the cigarette box back into my jacket pocket. "Pat, look... I know things got kinda..."

“Spare me your apologies," She cut me off. "I don't want to hear it. It's too easy for you to roll up here and apologize after swiping my boyfriend from me. I don't get why you even bothered introducing him to me. You think I didn't know you two were cozying up while you were still with Dave?”

I opened my mouth, floored.

“Pat, I didn't... That's not true.”

“No? Then why were you so bent out of shape that day at Mike's house when you caught James kissing me?" She inched closer, and I instinctively took a step back, my stomach doing somersaults and my face turning beet red when I realized she'd noticed how upset I got. Sure, I was a bit inebriated and stoned that day, but I genuinely believed Pat hadn't seen how messed up I felt seeing her with James.  "If you and James weren't a thing, why did Dave kick you to the curb after I told him about you two?”

My whole world felt like it hit pause when she dropped that bomb. How could she have told Dave about James and me? Flashbacks of that day zipped through my brain like lightning; I didn't clue Dave in on my trip to snag my jacket from Mike's place, not because I was hiding stuff from him, but because I knew he wasn’t comfortable with anything related to Metallica, and I figured it'd be a quick in-and-out mission – grab the jacket and jet.

Yet somehow, for some wild reason, he’d tailed me. For months, I'd been scratching my head, wondering how Dave had known I'd be at Mike's place, how he was dead sure James and would be together behind his back, but that explanation couldn't be real. It just didn't make sense.

“You did... what?” I murmured, my voice shaky as my stomach did somersaults. The cigarette I had in my hand slipped through my fingers, thudding on the floor as my hands started to shake like crazy. “Pat, what the fuck did you do?”

“I told him everything, ” she smirked, clearly pleased with how her words threw me off, messing with my breathing in a cocktail of anger and despair. “James kept swearing you two weren't a thing, but I wasn't buying it. Did you really think I didn't notice the way he looked at you? Like, did you honestly believe I'd let you wreck everything? I figured if Dave knew, you'd have a fight, and he'd talk you out of hanging with James. I just didn't expect him to actually catch you two in the act and call it quits with you,” she came closer, giving me a little shove, and I balled my hands into fists. “But just when I figured you'd quit bugging me and James, they invited you on that damn tour. And guess what? I was right. You were together after all, weren’t you? You should've seen Dave's face when I got back from Europe and told him all about what went down back there.”

“You're a fucking bitch, ” I snapped, shaking with fury and barely holding back from taking a swing at her on the spot. “You really think this is cool? Spreading a load of bullshit about us? You don’t know shit about me and James. I’m lucky I showed up here and found out about all this, 'cause now he's for sure never gonna want to see you again.”

She took a step back, a glint of hurt flickering in her eyes for a split second before it got replaced by coldness, a mocking grin playing on her lips.

"What's that saying again? An eye for an eye?" she said, tilting her head back slightly and giving me a narrowed-eye look. "Dave won't want anything to do with you either, Nore. Not after his ex-best friend and his girlfriend double-crossed him like this. Do you think I give a damn if it's true or not? You snagged the guy I like, so I snagged the guy you love."

I took another step back. How could she just say that so casually, like it was no big deal? Like wrecking my relationship with Dave didn't matter, like hurting him and breaking both our hearts meant nothing? I felt my heart squeeze, my breath hitching as I grasped the full impact of it all; how Dave must've believed I’d genuinely stabbed him in the back, how bumping into James at Mike's place, alone with me, would have only fueled his suspicions.

And what was Pat blabbing about again? You should've seen Dave's face when I got back from Europe and told him all about what went down back there. What twisted version of the truth had Pat fed him before I had a chance to spill my own guts, to lay out my feelings, to let him know how much I've been hurting without him, how much I've been missing him? Did he really think I'd been cozying up with James since our split, not giving a damn about how he felt? Did he genuinely believe I'd ditch him like that?

I couldn't stick around there for one more second. I had to track down Dave immediately. I needed to tell him the truth, no twists, no fibs, no chitchat. I needed him to understand that I loved him. That yeah, I had feelings for James too, but I loved him ; that I had loved him first, that we could patch things up if we gave it a shot. That I needed him. That I didn't want to live without him.

I spun around without a backward glance, hustling to my motorcycle and firing it up. I zoomed through the streets of Los Angeles, maybe pushing the speed limit a bit until I hit the low-rise building where Dave and I used to live. I barged into the building like a tornado, sprinting up the stairs until I hit our old apartment’s floor. I halted in front of the door, my heart pounding, my face all flushed, the desperation in my heart shoving aside any jitters about facing Dave again. All I craved was for him to swing that door open, and I'd throw myself into his arms, cup his face in my hands and kiss him, let him take me to bed, and everything would sort itself out because I loved him. I fucking loved him.

But that dream didn't pan out; when I knocked on the door, I noticed it was already unlocked, exposing a totally vacant apartment. I barged in, frantic, scouring every room as if he might still be there, but he wasn't. He just wasn't there, and the realization hit me like a tidal wave, tears streaming down my face uncontrollably. He wasn't there, and I had no clue how to find him.

I had lost him.

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✦ a/n: decided to put this note at the end so you guys wouldn't get spoilers for this part. I'm sorry for the heartbreaking twist (again) lol I promised Dave would be back and he will, but it'll take just a bit longer! Also, the epilogue is getting a little bigger than I expected, because I don't want to leave any plot points unanswered or rushed, so I will split it into a few parts (it won't be too many! it's all for the sake of the story and so we can get more Dave and James moments with Nore I promise lol)

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