#i just wanna give her lil kisses and make her feel better 🥺

[esspos]

i’m gonna have to do a full review of She loves to cook and She loves to eat soon but i recently bought all 3 volumes of the manga and i really really wish people engaged with this a lot deeper than a lot of what i see online!!! i love nomoto and kasuga’s backstory but I ABSOLUTELY ADORE the two new characters, yako and nagumo (nagumo is my favorite and i have a weakness for lesbians with short hair 🤭🤭). i really reallyyyyy love yako and how much of an online himejoshi she is lmao but i also really love her asexuality and how the author uses nagumo and yako to explore more of these identities and how well they’re integrated into the further plot of the story. there’s not a ton of ace lesbian rep out there in yuri (besides stuff like Lillies, Voice, Wear Wind) and as an ace lesbian myself, i just really really appreciate seeing it being included in yuri more 🥹

[bbyquokka]

Everyone asking for needy han meanwhile I'm here thinking of a convo we had of just Binge watching Studio Ghibli films with him, 🥺💖 like he keeps asking you sure you can watch one more movie? You're 2 films in, and as he goes to play another movie you're just sleeping all peacefully with your head on his chest, and then the members walk in and they're like did she really fall asleep? And he's all like looking down at you and just smiles " yeah its okay tho she's adorable "

this is something i want so badly 🥺😭

FLUFF BELOW CUT

warnings: fem!reader, she/her pronouns, a lot of floof!!

movie night. Fridays are always yours and Jisung's movie nights, you both made that apparent the day you both got together.

this Friday night, is no different. the band members were kind enough to give you and Jisung some personal space. they all opted in visiting a bar restaurant which meant that they wouldn't be home until past midnight - perfect for you and Jisung

the living area dimly lit, bowls of popcorn and sweets on the coffee table with some drinks. you're dressed in a spaghetti strap vest and shorts whereas Jisung is in grey sweats and no top - skin on skin contact is an absolute must for you both

situated between his legs, head on his bare chest, you hum in content feeling warm and loved from your better half. the fleece blanket providing you both some extra warmth on this cold, winter night.

Spirited Away being the first movie of the night. you both re-enact some scenes, going along with the voice lines and laugh softly if one of you messes up. throwing popcorn and candy into your mouths before exchanging sweet kisses.

Howls Moving Castle being the second. You nuzzle into Jisung's chest, wanting to feel even closer to him, his arms holding you gently, fingers gently tracing small patterns on your skin making it tingle and goose bumps to say hello

Halfway through the film, your eyelids start to feel heavy. you don't want to sleep, not yet at least! just a few more glorious minutes with Sungie...

but his warmth and comfort is overpowering. his soft chuckles rippling from his chest, his heartbeat providing you some soothing asmr to your ears as does his slow breathing.

don't fight this losing battle of sleep.

“another one?” Jisung says, looking down. he coos at your sleeping figure, soft snores escaping your parted lips. his heart melts as does he. you're the most precious thing to him and to see that you feel safe enough with him to fall asleep, does something to him.

his heart feels like it going to burst from all the happiness and love he feels. butterflies erupting in his stomach - this is blissful.

he reaches for his phone, careful not to wake you. he checks the time, which is currently past 1 am, meaning the band members will be back any minute now. he quickly snaps a photo of you, squealing silently to himself before saving it at his wallpaper. he kisses the top of your head gently, stroking your hair as the band members barge in in their usual noisy manner

“can't believe you lost at rock paper scissors, yet again changbin!” Chan states, the members laughing as they all pile in.

“he just sucks, that's all!” Seungmin says with a hint of playfulness in his voice.

“YA! I do not suck, okay! just... bad luck” Changbin says in his usual loud tone. normally, Jisung wouldn't mind all the noise and commotion, but when he sees your nose scrunch up and a hand rubbing your eye slowly, he frowns

“hey uhm. I don't wanna sound like that guy, but could yall just keep the noise down a lil.”

the guys look at Jisung, then you before laughing softly.

“sorry, Ji!” Changbin apologies. Jisung smiles before shaking his head.

“did she really fall asleep on you?” Minho does his short, rapid blinks, not being able to gauge the scene in front of him.

“yeah.” jisung looks down at your sleeping frame, smiling softly and lovingly at you. “yeah, she did but she's adorable so I don't mind.”

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[ladylooch]

Been reading more about liv and luca and i looove themm 💜🥺

Love that he makes her feel seen and appreciated! I would love to know how they became lore intimate w eachothwr ❤️

So happy you are loving these two like I am 🥰🥰

Liv and Luca had been innocently watching a movie on his couch.

But two glasses of red wine had made her shoulders a little loose and her cheeks pink. She couldn't stop giggling at all the various innuendos that keep popping up between the main characters.

"Are you a lil drunk?" Luca chuckles, reaching for her glass.

"No!" She giggles back, tongue snaking out to run along her bottom teeth. Luca's brown eyes fixate on it, getting darker and hot. So hot Liv feels sweat beginning to form in her hairline.

"I think you are."

"Maybe."She drawls as she leans closer. She leans forward, giving Luca the perfect view of her cleavage as she sets her hands on his strong thigh. "The wine was good, but I wanna taste it in your mouth."

"Damn, Liv." Luca groans as she drops her lips to his. His hand moves from the middle of her back down to her ass, giving it a squeeze. He encourages her to toss her leg around to straddle his lap. He pulls her down, rolling her hips against his arousal. Her breathing hitches for a moment. Wow, the friction feels incredible. She closes her eyes, leaning her temple against his jaw as he works her into him more. She collapses into his movements, letting him use her. Wetness pools and meets the heat rising up from Luca.

"Liv?" Luca whispers. "Have you done this before?" Liv hesitates, then shakes her head no. "Have you done anything?" Again, her head says no.

Luca halts his actions, pressing her hips back onto his thighs so he can look at her face. Liv casts her eyes down, worried that her inexperience is a turn off. It's the opposite for Luca, but she looks so innocent and drunk right now, he doesn't want it like this. He takes one hand off her hip to grab her chin, nudging her gaze back to his.

"I don't want to push you into anything before you're ready."

"You're not." Liv insists.

"Okay, well tell me that before you've had two glasses of wine."

Liv would rather not. Luca is sweet and gentle, rubbing his thumb along her hip under her shirt. Liv sighs, falling off him and into her cushion on the couch. She crosses her arms. He's doing the right thing, of course. But Liv feels a little rejected.

"Hey." He wraps an arm around her shoulder, making her crash into his chest. He kisses the top of her head. "This is not because I don't want to. In fact, you can see how much I want to." He gestures for her to run her fingers along his bulging zipper. She does, delicately, achingly slow. She feels Luca melt beneath her touch. His nose presses into her scalp further. A slow smirk pulls Liv's lips to the side. "But you deserve better than a drunk first time." He kisses her lips. "I want you to feel everything.. and remember it too."

"I thought all hockey players were selfish sluts?"

"No, that's just your brother." Liv snorts out a laugh.

"He is such a slut." Liv chuckles, drawing hearts on Luca's thigh.

"Can you look at me, beautiful?" Liv's eyes meet his. "I'm dying for you. Literally. But on our terms."

"You're making it really easy to fall for you."

"You're gonna fall for me forever." He says, wrapping his fingers around the back of her neck to kiss the ever-loving fuck out of her.

[salaciousslut]

Done! Also do you have a favorite tequilla brand? Just curious! 🫣

Technically i have freckles all over my face but i only really count the ones that are darker and in a line under my eyes and over my nose, the other ones aren't prominent enough to call them freckles imo. And i'd feel more than lucky if you did worship me, sweetheart<3

I would love to take you to the gym with me, it honestly helped me with my depression as well! And of course i'd watch over you sweetheart<3 i wont lie, i love to go after dark bc theres less people. And i had the same problem but now i catch myself and try to stand straighter. I mostly lift weights when i work out so I know my posture improved due to needing to have a straight back to lift. Plus its super fun imo!! I miss the gym so bad but i hate going alone. I also miss feeling sore, im a bit of a masochist so i love feeling sore the day after working out🤭

Dont apologize for giving me info<3 organization's overrated anyway. Ive found that girls with glasses tend to be my type🫣 you literally sound so pretty sweetheart<3 i knew i wasnt wrong calling you a pretty princess<3 im kissing the tip of your nose and your forehead rn🥰 you are literally so cute, puppy coded too🥺 ive never had crawfish it seems yummy but im not sure if i should try it! Shrimp ceviche used to be my favorite but then i developed a shrimp allergy to uncooked shrimp and around 17 i had to call it quits bc it stopped being worth it to risk it. Im still pissed but at least i can still eat shrimp its just gotta be thoroughly cooked, not just get cooked through the acidity of lime juice like its sucks so bad i just miss ceviche so bad. Ohh just a butch latina and a pretty asian girl what ever will they do hehe<3 and i knew but not cause you told me 🫣 your dni made it obvious, like yeah im just now saying hey but ive been aware of you for a little bit now🫣 also please lemme be ur body pillow one day<3 savory is good!!! Whats your favorite kind of snack?

Also thats adorable, youre just a cute little puppy that has to get off once a day to function her best<3 i mean if i were stressed from school i'd probably need the same thing🤭

tbh im not too picky about my brands, as long as it gets me drunk, then im happy!! also tequila makes me take my clothes off oopsies i think i should warn u about that!! but if im buying for myself, i typically will get espolon bc i feel like its yummy and reasonably priced!

yes i love feeling sore after a workout!! i am also a bit of a masochist (omg who knew)!! but ive never lifted weights before. all the dude bros scare me and i feel like im always being judged but if we went together i know u would take care of me!! i like aerobics and like calisthenics (i had to google how to spell that word) and love yoga sm!! the burn of stretching feels amazing!!

hehe i am very puppy coded! i used to think i was more kitten coded but now ive grown and realized puppies are sooo fun!! so much energy and just wanna be cherished and loved!! which is everything i want!!

nooooo thats so sad that ur allergic to ur fav food :(( i love ceviche but at least u can still tolerate the cooked version. i know its not the same but its still something!!

ohhh i forgot that i put that in my dni, people are so weird about race here smh i just gotta cover all my bases so i can have fun on this website!! but aww we would look soooo cute together

im a sucker for chips. u know how they say all bi girls do is lie and eat hot chip? yeah all i do is eat hot chip hehehe. not so much lying but hot chip very much so. i also loveee chips and salsa and chicken wings and yeah all the fun savory stuff i guess!!!

hehe cumming is like a lil treat!! a reward for myself for being sooo good you know? but it would be a million times better if someone else was making me cum rather than myself 😳🫣

[thepancakewitch]

venting n talkin

Eeughh career wise I'm still not sure what I wanna do. I think I'd be an excellent therapist but I really love creating.

The most logical but somehow most arduous process seems to be becoming an art teacher, then work on my masters during that time. I just cannot stand being at my work for another year, I absolutely resent my coworkers and I know I shouldn't but ugh.... they're awful. I get to see a therapist today so hopefully that's all good lol. I also get to ask about my DID and hypersexuality and see what we can do.

I also got to smooch and cuddle so many people at Orc Wars, it was awesome!!! I'm so like, crushing hard on this one guy... I only met him a few times but he's been so sweet and kind. His fiance and her girlfriend are absolute angels to me, I think they're a wonderful throuple. I would love to be apart of it eheehh..... but back to the guy, ugh ^^;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; I haven't crushed on anybody in a bit so it's like really strong!!! He looked at me so tenderly and went, "You're so adorable" and I just melted into nothing then. My friend did my make up and he's like "oh you look amazing", with his big gorgeous smile and oh... gosh... He just held onto me and we hugged for so long, aaaahhh x333333333

I got to get closer to a friend, Blue, and we kissed, she was so sweet to me. She did my make up and it was like, I just felt so intimate with her all weekend. It's so deep and powerful being connected to a woman. Lesbian relationships are just so deeply connecting, I feel like ascends the physical realm and mostly becomes mentally stimulating. It kind of explains why I find it hard to be like my usual sort of aggressive sexiness, it's more like oh heeeyyyyyy how're youuu~~~ kind of a thing lol lol. I used to worry I didn't have a connection to women because I didn't feel the same as I do with men, but now I've learned it's different and I just enjoy the closeness so much. It's like the whispers of your hearts touch one another and become whole together... 🥲💖💕

I am so sosososo proud of my boyfriend for passing his blade master Apprentice trial, he was really mentally struggling but he did it. I was so happy I was able to like, bring him back to camp, nurse him up and basically give him all the support I could and he ran with it. It's so awesome watching him fight. I can't wait to fight alongside him.

also I'm gonna nest here, I told him like hey... I'm nesting here now, I decided after this event.... he's like, ohhh are we... are you saying we're more serious?? 🥺💖💕💕💕💖💖 and he got all excited and snuggled in on me, he's so sweet to me. I'm really fortunate and grateful for him.

....

BUT ALSO

I'M TOO MUCH OF A FEMININE BEAUTIFUL FAIRY TO BE IN A BACHELOR PAD. AAAAH.

NEVER AGAIN DUDE.

REFUSAL.

I SWEAR OFF LIVING WITH MEN, EXCEPT IF I HAVE ANOTHER WOMAN. Which would be p cool.

I have a feeling as well I'd love to be with Blue more, I'm gonna try to spend more time with her.

Man, I never thought in a million years I could be apart of such a deep community and feel so at home. I still will always feel a Lil out of place but that's my own issues I'm working on. I just wanna be the best me I can be and live my best life, and right now, all I know is I just wanna escape my job and be in a better environment. I absolutely love my other coworkers but my kitchen coworkers drive me fucking insane.

I'll see what my new therapist says and I'll go from there. It'll be good. :3

also eeeeee *hides face* eeeeeeeeeee

[gretagerwigsmuse]

And it won’t be just his favorite dream, it’ll be his reality. oh he is such a sap! i love him though and very much wish i was snuggled up in bed with sleepy bubs 💕 more below

…knowing that he was finally on his way home. Technically, he was on his way to your apartment. But it was the same difference to him. - 🤭🤭 the concept of home!! he lovessssssss her 🤭🤭 where does this fall in the timeline!?

But because he’d gotten used to your soft, warm body pressed against his and the sound of your gentle breathing to lull him to sleep. He’d had a taste of what true luxury was like and now it was hard to go back to the bare minimum he’d known before. - oh my gosh stop!!!! this is so soft and i wanna have someone feel like sleeping beside me is a “luxury”

By some kind of miracle there’s an open spot big enough for the Bronco - hmmmm wonder why that is 🤭 maybe someone else’s car is…missing

along with the fighter jet keychain you’d picked up for him when the two of you were teens during a family trip to Pensacola as thanks for looking after your hermit crabs - oh i’m so soft for this ☺️ that’s so adorable and so middle school, i love it

There were more pillows than he thought was necessary on your couch, but made for one of his favorite afternoon nap spots. - just picturing him sleepy and soft looking after a cheeky lil nap! sleepy boy!

The framed picture of the two of you on your nightstand. - okay but when was the picture taken?

It was more than what he needed, but that was you. You’d always been the type to go above and beyond for the people you cared about. - oh my gosh that is so sweet!?! ☺️🥺 “it was more than what he needed” but it’s what he deserves!!!

Especially since he hits green lights all the way there. - OKAY JAY GATSBY 🫡 (but also, green lights, green dresses, green bedspread on the canopy bed, bradley bradley bradley)

His condo had always felt more like a place to land, rather than a home. - BUT NOW IT’S A HOME! because she’s there!!

He can see the promise of a future together in the fancier-than-he’s-used-to coffee maker on the kitchen counter. - knowing what their house is like in days like this and in the thanksgiving fic!!!

Although it hits him now that he can’t remember the last time he’s turned it on himself. - awwwwww stop! it’s something so small to her, but such a big thing to him!

It’s never been like this for him, not before you. It’s a good thing he’s already told you he loved you, otherwise he doesn’t think he could have been able to hold himself back from waking you up right here and now to tell you. - oh my god!!! oh my gosh! bradley!!! stop this! (i’m not yearning nope nope)

“…but we all jumped at the chance to get out of Le-snore early.” You let out a little snort at that. - LESNORE PLS

“’re you hungry?” you offer sleepily, the words a bit slurred and strung together. “Do you want me to make you something?” - WHO WILL COME INTO MY KITCHEN AND BE HUNGRY FOR ME

“I’m pretty sure I gave my best friend a key,” he drawls, teasingly, “Don’t remember giving my girlfriend one though.” - this is so cheeky of him!! oh my god i love it

thereyouarethereyouare - STOP 🥰

Your kiss is slow like honey off a spoon. Just as sweet as it’s meant to be savored. - LIKE HONEY OFF A SPOON

He’s already found the perfect thing to give you for when he leaves, something to show you how he’ll be thinking of you. - 🤭 wonder what

Bradley grins. “Yeah? Was it dirty?” You laugh in response, it’s his favorite sound. - HA i love him

You look almost bashful when you say, “I like these sheets better.” Both of you know that’s not your real answer for why you’re in his bed instead of yours. - STOP 🥰 and then him saying they have the same sheets!?!

He listens as your breathing slowly evens out, knowing when you’ve fully drifted off. It didn’t take you long, the way it never seems to when he’s in bed beside you. - ughhh it’s not fair! why can’t it be me!?!

Dream a Little Dream

Summary: After a long week away in Lemoore, all Bradley wants to do is come home to you. The only thing is, you’re just not where he expects to find you.

Pairing: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Female Reader

Length: 4.5K

Warnings: so much fluff and a truly smitten Bradley Bradshaw (mdni)

(author's note: this is a fic is set in the 'Like I Can' universe, however it can be read on it's own!)

Bradley throws his head back and lets out low groan as he hits another red light.

Nothing in the past week he’d spent up in Lemoore had felt as long as this drive home from base.

Not the stuffy dinner with the higher ups that had Mav and him exchanging looks from across the table, both of them clearly wishing to be anywhere else than done up in their Dress Whites. Not the long nights sharing a room with Hangman, who snored louder than the multiple phone alarms that he’d kept snoozing instead of turning off, as if the scratchy Navy provided sheets weren’t bad enough on their own. Not the drills or the lectures or the reviewing of the new procedural guidelines or equipment requirements with the crew stationed up there.

He'd felt the all the tension that had been building up over the week melt off of him the moment he’d turned the key in the ignition- the engine to the Bronco rumbling to life after a week of sitting on a parking lot on North Island- knowing that he was finally on his way home.

Technically, he was on his way to your apartment. But it was the same difference to him.

Wherever you were was where he wanted to be.

That was home. You were home.

Minus the fact that the San Diego traffic controllers seemed to have it out for him.

He thought for a moment he’d make it to your place in record time considering that there weren’t many people on the road a 2am. He hadn’t even bothered to turn the radio on, but even 105.3 THE ROCK where hits go to die would be preferable to the way he was agitatedly drumming his thumb on the steering wheel. But he was stubborn and now he left it off out of spite when his drive became a game of ‘How Many Times Will Rooster Hit The Red’.

It had been more stop than go at this point.

“Finally,” Bradley mumbles to himself when the light turns green and shifts out of neutral into first.

When Jake had dropped him off at base after their five-hour road trip back to San Diego, he’d decided to suck it up and stick around to get some of the paperwork that he’d been putting off out of the way so that he could enjoy the days off he had lined up after the trip. He might have lost track of time and caught a second wind filling out flight logs with only the whir of the overhead fluorescents to keep him company, working until he reached the point where he felt like he couldn’t keep his eyes opened anymore. His eyelids getting heavier and heavier with each passing minute he stayed seated at the desk he’d commandeered to work at.

It had been a week of sleeping like shit. And not just because of the creaky, lumpy mattress or Hangman’s snoring. But because he’d gotten used to your soft, warm body pressed against his and the sound of your gentle breathing to lull him to sleep. He’d had a taste of what true luxury was like and now it was hard to go back to the bare minimum he’d known before.

He’d known even before he’d left the building that he wouldn’t be able to fall asleep unless you were tucked against him. He’d barely slept 300 miles away from you, but it would have been even worse to go back to his condo knowing you were closer than ever and yet still so far.

Being in the same city wasn’t enough for him. He needed to be under the same roof, under the same covers.

Four red lights later, he’s turning onto your block. By some kind of miracle there’s an open spot big enough for the Bronco near the main entry without him having to maneuver into it with too much effort. It’s another reason why he’s dying to have you move in with him, the parking at your apartment complex is trash. And there are never enough guest spots, even with the parking pass he kept in his glove box.

Bradley lets himself in to your apartment as quietly as he can, opening the door slowly as to not wake you. The spare key you’d given him when you’d first moved here had lived on his own set of keys for the last couple of years, along with the fighter jet keychain you’d picked up for him when the two of you were teens during a family trip to Pensacola as thanks for looking after your hermit crabs. Even if one of them did lose a claw on his watch, which he’d felt guilty about for days, until you told him it would most likely grow back.

He’d never had a lot to be sentimental about, but that keychain with the charm whose silver finish had long been worn off around the edges was one of the few things that had been everywhere with him, so it wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

He gingerly sets the key on the console table you had near the front door, trying to keep them from clattering together. Carefully, he toes his boots off and sets his bag down next to them, making sure to keep it off the runner you had in the entryway. He knew you wouldn’t care if he tracked in some dirt on it, but he did.

One of the things he’s always liked about your apartment is how lived in it was.

Even in the dark, Bradley could make out the ruffly curtains you’d hung up over the door to your balcony. And the impressive gallery wall that framed your TV, one that was a mix of your own photos and art that you’ve accumulated along the way. There were more pillows than he thought was necessary on your couch, but made for one of his favorite afternoon nap spots. You usually had fresh flowers on your coffee table, the ones there now from what he could tell looked a little wilted, so he made a note to pick you up something from the shop next to the grocery store when he goes out to restock his fridge.

He lightly treads past your kitchen- and the two different types of coffee makers you had lined up on the countertop- towards your bedroom.

Bradley could already see it in his mind’s eye. The curve of the dip of your waist as you slept under your white comforter with the light blue piping along the edges. Always with a foot kicked out. The framed picture of the two of you on your nightstand. The chair in the corner where your pile of folded-and-to-be-put-away-later clean clothes sat. Your dresser topped with some leafy green thing and your tray of jewelry, where you’d cleared out not one but three drawers - which was a whole half of wooden unit he’d helped you build when you first moved in- for him to use for his things. Not to mention space in your closest too and room on the shoe rack you kept in there.

It was more than what he needed, but that was you. You’d always been the type to go above and beyond for the people you cared about. But now it meant more because you weren’t just sharing your space with him, you were sharing your life with him.

The blinds aren’t pulled closed, so your room is illumined with more city light than he was expecting. And he can see with clarity that everything is in its place.

The picture of him kissing your cheek- your nose scrunched up in that way he knows so well- in the grassy park where you’d surprised him with a showing of one of his favorite movies on one of your first dates together. The white linen covered chair with your clothes had an old sweatshirt of his tossed over the back of it that he knows if he were to pick it up would smell more like you than him. The plant in the white ceramic vase on your dresser was one you’d bought at the farmer’s market almost two years ago now to commemorate your big move there, you’d proudly carried it around for the rest of the morning while he’d carried your ever-growing collection of bags.

Everything right where it should be, except for you.

Your bed is perfectly made up. Well, the side he usually sleeps on is. The are corners still tucked in with the same crisp precision you use to wrap presents. The right side, however, looks like the comforter and sheets were hastily thrown back, a rumpled pile of fabric in the spot where he thought you’d be sleeping.

There’s only one other place where you would be.

Bradley doesn’t even try to quiet his steps as he struts back towards the door with a new destination in mind. He shoves his feet back into his boots, not bothering to retie his laces, as he scoops his keys out of the little bowl he’d just put them in barely even five minutes ago. Only slowing down long enough to make sure he’s properly locked the door behind him before he’s back in the Bronco for the second time that night.

This time the drive feels like nothing. Especially since he hits green lights all the way there.

His lips turn up in an automatic smile when he sees your all-too-practical white Honda Civic parked in the drive way of his condo. He doesn’t think he could find the words to describe the feeling that wells up in his chest at the sight of it.

It just felt right.

Bradley lets himself in, using his own key this time.  

His condo had always felt more like a place to land, rather than a home. Over the last few months though that feeling has changed for him.

For Bradley’s whole life things have felt temporary. The people he met. The things he owned. The bases he lived on. You made him crave permanence in a way he’d never experienced before. The two of you had a couple decades worth of history, but he knew he couldn’t be truly content until his ring was on your finger and you shared his last name.

He can see your fingerprints in this space from the knit blanket draped on his couch to the framed print on the wall over the breakfast nook. He can see the promise of a future together in the fancier-than-he’s-used-to coffee maker on the kitchen counter.

It’s quiet, but not the empty kind.

The light above the stove is turned on illuminating the kitchen.

That was usually his final task of the night before going to bed. Flicking off the brighter overheads in exchange for the softer one that gave him just enough light to avoid crashing into things in the darkness if he woke up in the middle of the night and was on the hunt for something to eat or drink while still half-asleep.

Although it hits him now that he can’t remember the last time he’s turned it on himself.

It was something he’d noticed that you didn’t do at your own apartment when the two of you had first started sleeping together. But now if he thinks back on it, every glass of cool water out of the filtering pitcher you kept in the fridge and every bowl of late-night cereal he’s had that little light has been on to guide him into the kitchen while you slept peacefully in bed.

It’s a realization that lands squarely behind his ribcage.

Bradley kicks his boots off next to your sandals by the door and turns the lock back into place behind him. Normally, he’d take them up to be put away in their proper place, but for now he’s got other more important things on his mind.

He takes the stairs two at a time as soundlessly as he can, avoiding the step that sometimes pops. The first door on the left has been left slightly ajar, just wide enough for him to slip into.

there you are, his heart registers before his eyes do.

Tucked under the green comforter- with that one foot kicked out- on the wooden canopy bed he’d recently purchased is you.

He couldn’t fight back the smile on his face that the sight of you curled up there on his side of the bed, with your face pressed into his pillow, even if he wanted to.

Bradley still doesn’t know how he got to be so lucky that he gets to be the one to see you like this, at complete ease as you sleep, as relaxed in his bed as you are in your own. He’s grateful for every morning he gets to wake up with you and every night he gets to fall asleep with you in his arms.

It’s never been like this for him, not before you. It’s a good thing he’s already told you he loved you, otherwise he doesn’t think he could have been able to hold himself back from waking you up right here and now to tell you.

Quietly, he steps up the side of the bed, taking a moment to admire you looking soft and warm and like everything he could ever want. The few FaceTime calls the two of you had had over the course of the week couldn’t even begin to capture just how beautiful you were. Bradley leans down to brush a featherlight kiss against your temple and straightens back up. You let out a contented hmm, and he hopes you’re dreaming of him.

He’s never needed anything more than to be under those covers with you.

Bradley undresses quickly in the walk-in closet and strips down to his boxer briefs, leaving his khakis to decorate the floor until sometime later when the sun was back up in the sky. Realizing as he takes off his watch that in his rush to get here that he’d left his bag with all his other laundry by the door at your apartment. A grunt of exasperation escapes him, and he’s glad that you’re a deep sleeper and the fact he keeps his baseball bat in the garage. Especially since he’s the one that taught you how to power swing.

The only sound in the room is of your even breaths and his carpet-muffled footsteps as he pads across the room. He lifts up the covers on your side of them bed and slides into the cool sheets, the stiffness in his joints loosening at the contact, and scoots in closer until he can feel your warmth.

He’d been in San Diego for the better part of four hours now, but he hadn’t been truly home until about thirty seconds ago.

Bradley debates for a split-second whether or not to let you sleep or if he should wake you up so you’re not startled to find a 6’ 1” aviator back in bed with you. But he knows you well enough to make an educated guess. He murmurs your name, rubbing a hand gently up and down along your back, and presses his lips together when you let out a soft, sleepy sigh.

You jolt a little as you ease back into consciousness. “B-bradley?”

“It’s just me,” he hums in confirmation as he squeezes your hip, all sleep-warmed skin under his palm. He doesn’t miss the way you relax instantly against him at the sound of his voice, settling further back into him.

“You’re home early.” You reach back for him, your hand finding the base of his head, lightly scratching at his scalp as you weave your fingers through his hair.

“Mav either pulled some strings or took one for the team by staying another day, but we all jumped at the chance to get out of Le-snore early.” You let out a little snort at that.

“’re you hungry?” you offer sleepily, the words a bit slurred and strung together. “Do you want me to make you something?” Bradley is equal parts amused and endeared that you’re not even half way awake yet and wanting to look after him.

His sweet girl.

He presses an affectionate kiss on the back of your neck and wonders if you can feel his soft smile, the one that’s reserved for only you.

“Nah, I’m good,” he says, resting his chin on your shoulder, “I promise.”

He’d snagged a couple protein bars from the mess on base and had scarfed them down as he filled out his overdue flight logs. But also, there was no way he was getting out of this bed now that he was in it. Not for anything in the world.  

Bradley leans in close, letting his lips skim against your ear, “You know this could count as breaking and entering, kid. Always knew that good girl thing was just an act.”

You lightly tug on his hair. “I don’t think that would hold up in court of law seeing as you gave me a key and all,” you retort, you voice still low and raspy from sleep.

“I’m pretty sure I gave my best friend a key,” he drawls, teasingly, “Don’t remember giving my girlfriend one though.” He drops a kiss to your soft-cotton covered shoulder. The shirt you were wearing was one he’d completely forgotten about until you sent him that picture of you in bed sometime past 2am in the early days of when you’d started dating, before the two of you had sex for the first time. His name was printed on the back- right at the very top- along with all the other players on the Washington High Cardinals baseball team from the year they’d won the championship. “Think ‘m going to have to fix that.”

You shake your head amused into his pillow before looking at him from over your shoulder and turning to lean back into his chest. When your eyes meet, there’s nothing but fondness reflected in them. Yours is a face he’s known most of his life, he could read you as easily as any book, and it’s even more apparent just a few inches away from his just how happy you are to see him.

He slides a hand around the side of your neck, his thumb caressing your cheek as he drinks you in. His eyes travel over your forehead, and along the curve of your cheekbones, and down the bridge of your nose, and lands on the dimples framing your smile.

thereyouarethereyouare

Bradley dips down to kiss you for the first time in a week. Your lips part easily, like you’ve been waiting for this too. There’s no rush. Your kiss is slow like honey off a spoon. Just as sweet as it’s meant to be savored. And there’s no doubt in his mind that this was always how it was supposed to be.

You and him.

Him and you.

Together.

“Hi, sweet girl,” he says, warmly.

“Hi, Bradley.” You tilt your head up for another kiss, one he has no intention withholding from you. “I missed you.”

It’s a new feeling for him, knowing he has someone to miss him when he is away. And having someone to miss in return. It’s been a long time since he’s had that in any real way that truly mattered. Bradley knows he’s due for a deployment soon, one that’ll take him from you- from this bed- for months. He’s already found the perfect thing to give you for when he leaves, something to show you how he’ll be thinking of you. But he doesn’t want to dwell on that inevitable reality.

For now, he just wants to share your warmth and focus on the feel of you pressed against him. Enjoying the luxury of getting to have this with you.

He just lets himself hold you the way you deserve to be held. He lets himself kiss you the way you deserve to be kissed. He’ll love you the way you deserve to be loved for as long as you’ll have him.

“I missed you too.” Whispering your name because he likes feel of it in his mouth.

“I think I was having a dream about you,” you murmur against his lips.

Bradley grins. “Yeah? Was it dirty?” You laugh in response, it’s his favorite sound. Happy. You make him so damn happy. He buries his face in the nook where your neck meets your shoulder and breathes you in. Lavender and cedar. Your favorite lotion to put on before bed, and something of his that he can’t put his finger on. “Mm, you smell good.”

“I took a shower before bed, used your body wash,” you tell him, running your hand along his arm. He senses you smile before he hears it. “And you smell like Jake.”

He groans and rubs the coarse hairs of his mustache against the soft skin of your neck. You giggle and try to squirm away from his prickly retaliation, but he’s got you basically pinned to the bed now. All your perfect curves against his firm angles.

“I can’t believe he’s still using a black ice tree air freshener like a damn sixteen-year-old,” Bradley grumbles. As if him and Seresin hadn’t spent enough quality time together over the week, now he was basically in bed with him and his girlfriend.

“At least you’ll know what to get him for his birthday,” you offer less than helpfully, playfully nudging his foot with yours.

Bradley chuckles and props himself up on an arm to gaze at you. He can feel the need for sleep settling over him, the long day and the longer week catching up with him that now he’s home and here with you. He can tell you’re drowsy too from the dewy way you’re blinking at him, and appreciative that you’re indulging him in this bit of pillow talk. In the quiet of his bedroom, he admits, “I went to your apartment first.”

You look almost bashful when you say, “I like these sheets better.” Both of you know that’s not your real answer for why you’re in his bed instead of yours.

He lifts an eye brow, meaningfully. “You have the same ones at your place.” Bradley knows because he made sure to check and buy the same kind for his own bed.

“Semantics,” you reply, breezily. Although he catches a hint of a pleased smile before you lean into trail a few kisses along the underside of his jaw. “Do you want your side of the bed back?” you ask.

“It’s our bed, sweet girl. You can sleep wherever you want,” Bradley says, “I’m good just as long as I can hold my girl.”

You thumb at the dimple of his chin, gazing up at him, “Have you gotten much sleep this week?”

Bradley just hums in response.

The softest of looks coast over your face. Understanding, sympathy, tenderness. It’s all there painted on your face from the little furrow between your eyebrows to the thoughtful search in your eyes as you read his face in return. He didn’t even say a word and you’ve got him figured out.

You tug on his arm and turn back over, taking him with you. Snuggling in so that your body is cradled closer to his, his chest all but pressed against your back. He slides his arm under your pillow and finds your other hand, threading his larger fingers between your own.

He situates your pillow beneath his head, sighing as he gets comfortable on the supportive mattress. He runs his palm over the familiar dip of your waist as you stretch and burrow in further, getting ready to go back to sleep. His fingertips find the edge of your cotton underwear and he follows it over your hip and along the side of your stomach, slipping one under the band to stroke at the soft skin near your hipbone.

It's the same spot where he’d find you butterflies if the two of you weren’t reversed from the way you usually fall asleep facing the other direction. Their location was a pinpoint in his mind, memorized from the moment he’d seen them that very first night together. He liked imagining he could feel the delicate lines of them under his fingertips as he drifted to sleep.

He hears the almost inaudible catch of your breath at his touch. “In the morning,” he promises.

You make a half-hearted noise of dissatisfaction, already well on your way to falling back asleep. He feels more than a little self-satisfied that he’s the one getting these reactions from you, that you want his touch just as much as he wants yours.

“Tease.” You nestle in closer, your ass brushing against his cock in a way that leaves no question it had been done on purpose.

“Menace,” he chuckles, lightly.

You hum, a pleased sound and reach for his wrist, removing temptation for the both of you and slide his hand beneath your shirt right to the very spot above your bellybutton where he normal finds its drifted to during the night on the mornings he wakes up with you in his arms.

The two of you fit together better than he ever could have possibly imagined.

“Hey, kid, what’re you doing tomorrow? I wanted to take you to breakfast.”

“To the place with the banana pancakes?”

Kisses the crown of your head, and he thinks he hears you sigh. “Wherever you want.”

“I could get away with a little hooky,” you yawn, “Maybe we could go to the beach too. Wanna spend the day with you.”

Bradley pulls you in closer, and closes his eyes. “Sounds like a plan.”

“I can’t wait.” It’s more of a sleepy mumble than anything else, but he’s already looking forward to waking up.

He listens as your breathing slowly evens out, knowing when you’ve fully drifted off. It didn’t take you long, the way it never seems to when he’s in bed beside you.

Maybe one day soon he’ll get to have you here with him every night. But until then, this is more than enough, he’s happy to fall asleep with his dream girl tucked on his arm.

Bradley lets himself imagine the day where you come and stay and it’s for good this time, because all of your clothes are in the closet and your mail gets delivered along with his.

And it won’t be just his favorite dream, it’ll be his reality.

I will never not be down bad for a smitten Bradley Bradshaw! Thank you to @yourlocalcringydaydreamer for sending the ask that inspired this soft fic!

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[tojigasm]

hiii Sam! Would you ever think about writing angst about Toji getting a tiny little bit insecure about the age gap? Despite him being very confident in his age do you think he’d ever feel insecure about it? Especially after getting mistaken by her dad that one time 🥺 anyway it’s ok if not feel free to completely ignore this! Love your work! The way you write Toji is soooo perfect!

Here u go anon <33 I hope u enjoy 💞

Cw: fluff, angst, toji being a lil insecure, age gap, cussing, pet names, can be read as a second part to this

♡ 9 times out of 10 Toji's gonna give less than two shits about what someone has to say in regard to your relationship

♡ but there are those moments that linger in the back of his mind, making him question whether or not the really deserves you - or if you're deserving of better than his cranky old ass

♡ ever since the incident at the bar, Toji had been somewhat distant from you in public settings - almost as if he'd expected another person to mistake him for your father again and would rather save himself the embarrassment

♡ He thought he was being sly about it or that you were unaware of the lingering insecurities towards the incident, but you knew.

♡ You just didn't know to convince him that the guy who approached the two of you at the bar was a complete moron.

♡ "Toji?" You called him from your seat in the living room, relieving a short "yeah?" Coming from his office

♡ "Can you c'mere real quick, please?" You picked at the sleeve of your shirt nervously.

♡ a few seconds passed before you watched him make his way around the corner and sit down beside you on the couch, throwing his arm over the top of the cushions as he relaxed.

♡ "Can I talk to you about something?"

♡ Toji's brows furrowed at that, sitting up straight, he slid your hand into his.

♡ "you okay?" His voice was filled with worry and the heat of his palm wrapped around your own made your heart swell and your rushed to pull his hand up, pressing a miss to his knuckles gently.

♡ "i..." you struggled to find the right words, eyes falling to your lap before meeting his worried ones again, "Toji... do i.... are you embarrassed by our relationship?"

♡ the silence that followed after made you wriggle uncomfortably, looking anywhere but the man's now narrowed eyes

♡ "I'm just asking becau-"

♡ "you fuckin' serious right now?" Toji leaned back into the couch with an airy scoff, running a hand over his jaw

♡ you could only nod, looking to your palms in your lap, "you've just been so distant ever since that idiot at the bar came up to us and I just-" you sighed, "I dunno, I just don't want you to feel like you gotta' stay with me if it makes you uncomfortable."

♡ Toji almost didn't let you finish before he was shushing you and pulling you into his lap, tucking your head beneath his chin, "Nah, m'sorry, kid. I really am. I just-" he sighed so deeply with frustration your head rose and fell with the movement of his chest, "It's just hard fr'me to not think everyone isn't thinking the same shit as that one asshole."

♡ you pulled back from him, placing both hands on his cheeks, you shook your head softly, "Toji, I love you and I wouldn't ever want you to feel upset over some random dumbass."

♡ Toji nodded at that, turning to press a kiss to your palm as you rubbed small circles into the rough skin of his cheeks

♡ you then let yourself fall into his arms once more, his arms coming to wrap themselves around you in a warm embrace

♡ After a few moments, you pulled back again, smiling at him softly, "you wanna help me make dinner, baby?"

♡ Toji seemed to perk at that, "only if it's lasagna."

♡ you giggled, "I think we can work with that." You pressed a kiss to his lips before linking your hands together and pulling him off the couch

♡ as the two of you made your way to the kitchen, you tapped his ass teasingly

♡ Toji turned to you quickly, pointing a finger at you in scold, watching as you laughed and made your way to the sink

♡ "hey!" Toji called over to you, "This old man'll still beat your ass!"

[luveline]

Ahh Jade that James one was so cute 🥺 him being all soft and reassuring just hits me in the feels-

Though I couldn’t help but let the little Sirius lover in me sprout out when I was reading it. Reader expressing how her being shy makes her insecure, and him just responding with a snarky comment and then watching the TV again. Then him going all soft realizing that this is actually serious lmao and comforting her 😫 just a small thought no need to write a lil something if you don’t wanna!

no cos this is so sweet he’d have a little heart attack when he realises hes brushed you off 😭 i did write a little on how i picture this going down yes its self indulgent hurt/comfort once again

Sirius is half listening to you, distracted by the TV. You're not very offended, you know he's had a long day, know he doesn't really need all of this added on top. Only, he's your boyfriend, and you've had a long day too, and even half of his attention is enough to make you feel better as you vent to him. 

"Just wish I wasn't so shy, that's all. I wish I could- I could meet people. Make friends," you finish, rubbing your face into the soft material of his t-shirt sleeve. 

"Am I not a good enough friend?" he asks, faux offended, eyes still on the screen. 

You laugh under your breath. "You're my best friend," you tell him honestly. 

He works his arm around your shoulders and squeezes. You settle in, wanting to be as flippant as he is. It's right that he's a brilliant friend, but you really do wish you could make more. It gets lonely sometimes and you worry that there's something defective about you that keeps you from having these normal relationships. 

If I could just talk to people, you think to yourself, picking at your nails in your frustration, arms shaking. If I wasn't so timid. If I wasn't such a coward. 

Sirius shifts. Your eyes move to him on impulse and you're startled to find him watching you with concern.

"Does it truly bother you?" he asks. 

"Not really," you lie. 

His curls move as he tilts his head, angling his shoulders to look at you fully. You don't want to look him in the eyes and make this a bigger deal than it is but he's really looking at you, too pretty to ignore. 

He squints at you, unfairly long lashes pinching together. Then his face smooths and he sighs morosely. "Sorry for making a joke. I don't mean to minimise how you're feeling." 

"It's okay. It's fine. I wasn't being serious." 

He doesn't believe that lie, either. "If you really want to make friends, we can do that. You can do that." 

You scrunch up your face and tuck your hands between his thigh and yours to stop from anymore upset picking. "I can't," you say quietly. 

"'Course you can." 

"It's stupid for me to care. About this. I have you, I don't need anyone else." 

He rubs his palm over the curve of your shoulder, looking thoughtful. "I don't think it's stupid. I don't think you should be insecure about being quiet, but I don't think it's stupid to feel that way." 

You rub your face into the back of his hand. He turns his wrist, holds your cheek in his palm. You've trapped him and he doesn't mind, giving the apple of your cheek a soft squeeze. 

"It's not stupid," he repeats. "And everybody needs friends. It's fine to feel lonely, even though you know you always have me," he emphasises with a sweet upturn of his lips. 

"You're shy. You always have been. Doesn't mean a thing, yeah? Doesn't mean you can't make friends. Definitely isn't something you need to worry about being, sweetheart." He tugs you closer, his face pressed quickly into the side of yours. His pet name makes you smile, his touch makes it worse, and he knows he's won another round against your insecurities as he says, "You're perfect. Like this. My quiet girl." 

His lips are firm. He prints a slow kiss into your temple before pulling away, hand caressing your hairline, down to your jaw. 

"You're my best friend, too," he says, settling back into the sofa cushions. "In case you forgot." 

[moonchildstyles]

Listeeen I get these major vibes that aster h loves baths 💕 like he’s never been a bath guy always liked a quick shower but after angel and how much she loves relaxing and the many times he ran her a bath and she requested he gets in with her he’s changed forever to a bath guy! So now he’d take random baths just cause and he loves to stay in them for a while but angel usually gets out after her body is relaxed and is all better since she has this night routine she needs to get through and is like putting on her creams and h is just looking at her 🥺 and every time she runs to the room to get something he asks for a kiss and it’s the sweetest thing ever :( anddddd since she’s all clean I could see her giving h a show while he’s in the tub with all the clothes she got while she went out with Sarah and Clare to the mall :( and she is in her lil comfy “lingerie” set running out to ware each outfit and they would be talking🥺🥺 and she walks in the bathroom again for the “grand reveal” and he dies every time. she gives him a runway walk and everything too and he eats it upppp “an angel and a fucking model too!!” Giggling and being silly he’d motion for her to twirl around “come here” as she stands on the edge of the bath his hand get closer to touch the fabric and she gets away before he does so “Harry these are freshly ironed!” He’s all 😑 as she gives him a little towel to dry his hands “mhmm very nice angel” touching the fabric she’s looking in the mirror adjusting everything and he’s getting distracted by the view what else is he gonna look at if he’s laying in the tub and she’s standing in her little dress his hand goes down to the back of her thighs “a bit short, no?” He asks straightening his back to get closer to her she slightly turns to look at the back “is it? Like I’d wear it to the beach?” He kisses the back of her thigh “mhmm I could see that” and she’s giggling hand on top of his head balancing herself and he’d definitely keep kissing her going up and lifting her dress biting just where her thighs and ass meet “ouch h” pouting at him his eyes looking up at her “that didn’t hurt, you spoiled brat” kissing the same spot 🥺 she turns around hands on both his cheeks “I’ve loads more to try on if you are gonna act like this throughout we’ll be sleeping here tonight” he smiles a cheeky smileee “I don’t mind, do you?” she just laughs at him as he swats her back to get her to try the other outfits “i wanna see a pose this time!” He hears some shuffling “Don’t bite me and I will” he laughs “hide your perky ass and I’ll stop” and it’s just so giggly and soft him just fully naked in the bathtub with her all dressed up in different outfits and they do have an unintentional break where he asks for a kiss but turns it into a make out session and she’s bent down to reach his level and it’s so fucking cute!

Omg stop this is so cute:(((((((((( like idek what to add I just love the idea of him watching her prance around jn her new clothes and he’s so heart eyes and Img him touching over legs and telling her her dress is short and when she feels his breath get close to the back of her leg she’s assuming he’s just going to kiss until his teeth sunk into the thick of her thigh and she jumps and hey!! That hurt:(((( and ofc he knows it didn’t but he still feels a little bad when he presses a kiss to the spot and pats her bottom telling her to try on more for him I’m literally SOOOOOOOO🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 this just lived in my head:(

[ticklish-n-stuff]

MY TURN TO SHARE MY HEADCANONS W YOU MAN :DD Unfortunately for you these are...full of my favorites pardon me AAVDJSBEKWBSKA.

☀️ PLEASE I'M HAVING A NIKI BRAINROT RIGHT NOW-- I mean, I always am but Lee!Niki I mean. Please I can't like-- get it off my head but I feel like he'd be the type to like snort alot and I just- aAAAAAAAAAA Nothing I'm just falling for this man istg. Please he probably snorts when he gets nibbles anywhere it looks so cute 😭 I need to get well soon I wanna write this so bad

☀️ Okok, small headcanon but Arashi with ticklish ears? That's so cute and endearing?? And she couldn't handle whispers and kisses there??? Please Arashi I'll write for her someday but just take these headcanons of her cause I need Lee!Arashi in my life.

☀️ Another thing but I just think that since like- Kuro is this guy who's always viewed as intimidating, has this secret sensitivity to very very light touch? And one of those spots that are horribly affected are his cheeks and I can't get it out of my mind cause imagine how cute it is when you try to like, graze your hand on his cheeks to wipe his face for whatever reason--

☀️ HIIRO THAT'S WEAK TO RASPBERRIES HALLELUJAH

☀️ JUN TOO

☀️ Ok this is more of a scenario headcanon than like, spots or sensitivity headcanons? But ever since that one scene in the anime that got me thinking like this but I can just imagine Tori just giving Yuzuru tickles everytime he gets mildly stressed and he can't stop him cause he makes sure that Tori's always safe but he couldn't take it as well since he lets his guard down around him-- their relationship is too cute it's like lil bro and big bro I can't help it 😭

☀️ Please don't be sa d m an I'll write for you again if it makes you feel better

AHAHA! DW DUDE, I PRETTY MUCH LIKE EVERYONE IN THIS GAME EXCEPT EICHI XD

Nawh but these were all so adorable!🥺💖

We really do need more lee Arashi <3

And Kuro with ticklish cheeks is JAJDJSHDJSHD. Someone had requested lee Kuro and that's giving me ideas hehe~

And omg I also love that scenerio with Tori and Yuzu, I sometimes think about that too lmao

Pls these hcs were more than enough, thank chu~ uwu

[shutupdevvie]

i feel like it's been so long since i wrote a real lace comment but here we are

i said it in part one and i'll say it again now but jake is so fucking cute in these. he's the sweetest, kindest man. and the fact that he constantly calls her princess just makes it even better.

"So you understood, but chose to let him climb all over you like a whore who doesn't know what's best for you, anyway?" "Daniel. Don't be disrespectful to her. You know I hate that." "She likes it just fine, don't you, dove?" FUCK i am conflicted. because YEAH. i do like it. love it actually. say whatever you want to me. but jakey 🥺🥺

"She likes it, isn't that right, sweetness? She likes it when I put her over my knee. When I spank her like a naughty little girl, She fucking loves it." the scream that i just let out after reading that.

"I think your pretty, coddled princess likes the thought of you down in the flames beside her, Jacob." absolutely i do. you're one hundred percent correct. i am feeling a little faint thinking about it actually.

"You want it?" "You sure, princess?" THEY LOVE HER. ASFIHDOFOUDF.

"Taste that?" "She wants it so badly. Says she needs it. You want our angel to have what she needs, don't you?" this is already getting too much for me. my chest hurts.

"Oh, little one..." "Who said anything about you wearing the collar tonight?" NO. NONONONONONO. oh fucking christ

"You're already in trouble, sweet thing." "Now c'mon...and cinch it tight." JACOB THOMAS YOU ARE DRIVING ME CRAZY.

"That's just so, so good, baby" "Now give him to me." "He's yours, baby. Not mine." "I won't take him from you. I'd rather you give. Can you do that for me?" "Can you give him to me?" this part... i think i am genuinely going through it rn. my knees are wobbling and i am begging for air. this part... has me so fucked up. why would he say that. it makes me want to lay in traffic oh my god.

"Good girls share, don't they?" "And you're such a good girl, aren't you, princess?" "Say it, out loud" i can't do this. how am i supposed to say that without FALLING TO PIECES ??

"She liked that" of course she fucking did who wouldn't

"Aw, Jakey's worried about his lil sweetheart." "I won't cane her tonight, just for you, alright?" "I won't spank her, or smack her, or choke her, would you like that? If I didn't make it hurt? Just for you?" i don't know whether i'm happy or not about this agreement

"Be nice to her. Treat her sweet...she's my girl." "Our girl." "And I ever said I'd be nice, I only said I wouldn't make it hurt." the my girl-our girl thing made me want to melt directly onto the floor.

"Down you go, I think our girl would like a little kiss, wouldn't you dove? Right on your spoiled cunt? Would you like that?" i need to take a breather or something. this is getting bad.

"Fuck, princess..." "Move your hips for me, sweet girl, fuck your pretty cunt against my face." i feel like i'm pulling every line of dialogue but like HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO NOT SAY SOMETHING ABOUT THIS. HOW.

danny pulling jake away by the leash. danny pulling jake away by the leash. danny pulling jake away by the leash. oh my god. oh my god.

"Let fucking go." "I want her... wanna make her cum. Let go." such a pleasure dom, our jakey. i love it.

"You think I can't tell when our little girl is close? Even when she's quiet?" "She blushes pink so pretty... and her mouth gets sort of pouty...it's very cute. Nostrils flare just a hint, legs spread a bit wider..." "You can't hide from me, dove. I know you inside and out." i am literally going to *** ** ** *****

"Cute as a button when she begs, isn't she? You wanna take care of that greedy little cunt for her, Jacob? Wanna make your princess a happy girl?" bro what the fuck is danny on in this one. he's making me want to commit atrocities.

"Make a mess in my mouth, princess..." "Lie back and let me take care of you, sweet girl... I'm gonna do such a good job for you." jakejakejakejakejakejakejake fuck you jake

"Does he eat your sweet cunt better than I do?" "He does, doesn't he, dove? You like his pretty mouth? Does he know just how to baby your clit? Does he know how to suck it just right?" fuck this part. fuck this fic. i feel like jelly. i feel like i don't know how to move.

danny pulling him away again. i hate him and i love him at the same time.

"Yeah?" "S'that what Jakey needs?" holy fucking shit. fucking-

"And look at that gorgeous pussy..." "Fluttering and clenching around nothing. Can you see it? Look how pretty..." "Touch it, princess..." "Touch your cunt for us. Make that sweet little bit of velvet heaven feel nice for us. Be a good girl." goddamn it. i'm losing my mind over them. how am i supposed to move on after this.

"Don't forget your clit, sweet girl..." "Take care of her for me, alright? Lick your fingers, so they feel like my mouth." jake needs to shut the fuck up. like seriously. i can't take it when her speaks anymore.

"She wants me to make you cum. Can't you see it in her eyes?" I WANT HIM TO MAKE JAKE CUM AND I'M NOT EVEN THERE.

"Yeah, look at your pretty girl... your greedy little cock princess is fine with her own tiny fingers right now even though they aren't enough... even though she has t chase it down... all because she wants to watch you cum in my hand." YOU'RE GOD DAMN RIGHT. ABSOLUTELY CORRECT. GIVE IT UP.

danny licking up jake's cum jesus fucking christ i need a xanax. or a horse tranquilizer.

"So good, little one." "Jealous?" "Share..." "I want to taste him. Please?" "Pretty princess begging to taste my cum." "Thank you." "Anything for you, angel." this whole interaction has left me basically brain dead.

"So pretty with a cock inside you, princess..." "I wanna watch you cum." what did i say about jake talking. i said to STOP.

"Little dove wants to cum on my cock?" "Someone found her manners," "Good fucking girl, baby, good girl..." at this point i am ready to take a nap. i need some way to escape the absolute rampant horny-ness that is happening in my brain rn.

"You like that, sweetheart?" "You like being a sweet little things for me? So warm and tight? Pretty whore just for me and Jake? Hmm? You like that?" yes yes yes. for sure yes.

"They'll worship you gently, they'll love you gently. They always do." and just when i thought the feelings were over. NO. now i'm crying. i went from THAT to crying so quick. this is how you know i'm fucked rn.

Sweet Little Toy (part 2)

Jake kiszka Danny Wagner x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, unprotected sex, language, dirty talk, oral sex, orgasm denial, penetrative sex, daddy kink, restraints, impact play (alluding to), breath play, etc, idk

“You look so pretty like this, princess.” Jake’s arms wrap warmly around your waist from behind as you pat your cheeks dry with a hand towel. “All scrubbed clean and sweet.”

“Ugh,” you groan, hiding a smile. “I’m hideous…a monster! Look away!”

He huffs a listless laugh into the crook of your neck. “You’re beautiful. I wish you wouldn’t wear makeup at all.”

“Why’s that, Sir Jacob Thomas?” You’ve let your tone soften. “Is there another way you’d like to paint my face?”

“Princess!” He pretends to be scandalized, rutting himself against your lower back so you’ll feel how hard he is for you. “Are you asking to wear my cu—“

Danny’s voice, powerful in its irritation, cuts him off. “I told you to get ready for bed.”

Your eyes meet his in the mirror, but dart away from their brooding heat immediately, offering only a nod of acknowledgement.

“So you understood, but chose to let him climb all over you like a whore who doesn’t know what’s best for you, anyway?”

“Daniel.” Jake’s tone now carries authority and weight as well. “Don’t be disrespectful to her. You know I hate that.”

“She likes it just fine, don’t you, dove?” A tiny squeak of a sound trembles out of you as he moves closer.

In response to that, Danny wraps his massive palm around your arm and pulls you away from his counterpart. “Did you brush your teeth? Wash your face? Take your vitamins?”

When you confirm that you have done all of those things with widened, innocent eyes, he’s tugging you out of the room. Admonishing you as you skip and stumble along behind him, trying to keep up with the stride of his long legs.

“I know you think he’s your Mr. Wonderful Prince Charming Precious Jakey, but he’s too soft, baby. The rules are put in place for you…for your own good. Spare the rod, spoil the child and all that.”

A delicious shiver races up your spine as he guides you down the hall. “I’m not a child.”

“Your bratty attitude says otherwise.” He snaps.

“Someone has to balance out your bullshit.” Jake snarks as he follows. “All you do is boss her around and dole out punishments.”

“And all you do is let her get away with whatever she wants.” Danny sounds dangerous with irritation. “She could commit murder for fun and you’d pat her on her pretty head and get rid of the body.”

“So?” Jake clearly can’t see where the problem lies in that.

Suddenly, as though you’re the one who’s smarting off, Danny has you pressed up against the wall with his hand pawing teasingly at your throat. “She likes it, isn’t that right, sweetness? She likes it when I put her over my knee. When I spank her like a naughty little girl. She fucking loves it.”

It’s mostly metaphorical, Danny’s punishments are far more creative- but you nod eagerly all the same.

“Well, she also likes it when—“

“Shut up.” Danny growls out, head snapping to face Jake so quickly his curls whip softly against your cheek. “You’re in trouble too. You’re fucked. So, just watch yourself.”

A breathy moan trips off your tongue before you can catch it. It’s quiet, a barely there puff of air, but they both pick up on it.

“I think your pretty, coddled princess likes the thought of you down in the flames beside her, Jacob.” He nudges the tip of your nose with his own. “S’been a minute, hasn’t it, little one?”

“Fuck…” you sigh, arching away from the wall, searching for the weight of his body.

“No, no, baby,” he tsks, clicking his tongue quietly. “No swearing. That isn’t very nice.”

“I’m allowed to curse in our bedrooms.” You smirk, feeling extremely smug and clever to be reminding them of their own rules.

Danny is quick to set you straight back into line. “Are you stupid? We’re still in the hallway.” He squeezes your neck just a touch harder. “Haven’t even had a cock inside you yet, and already you’re just a dumb little baby.”

You reach to pull Danny closer, and also extend a grabby hand out for Jake…he feels so far away, but Dan is having none of it and drags that hand back in close to him.

“Go ahead and beg for him, dove. Stack your crimes as high as you want. I’m the executioner tonight.”

“Might as well make it worth your time then, Wagner.” You whisper, licking over his plush, soft lips, fighting to hide a self-satisfied smile.

“Oh, does someone think she’s cute? Hmm?” His knee slides up between your legs as Jake’s mouth appears, lapping languidly over your exposed shoulder. “Is our gorgeous girl feeling brave?”

“Fuck it right out of me.” You pant, grinding down shamelessly. “Make me behave.”

Danny drops the dominance for a blink. “You want it?”

“Need it.” You correct.

“You sure, princess?” Jake speaks up beside you, sounding halfway down the road to nervousness.

It isn’t that watching you take your punishment is the worst thing in the world, his cock aches at the thought…it’s just that he prefers to punish you with pleasure. Overwhelming pleasure. He’d rather fuck you blind over and over until you’re boardering on incoherence; soaked in your own cum and begging for sleep.

“She’s sure.” Danny’s fingers dip under the towel you’re somehow still wrapped in, and delve between your thighs. He drags them gently over you until they drip with your desire, and then offers them up to Jake, who eagerly sucks them clean with a murmur of a groan.

“Taste that?” He slides the pad of his thumb over Jake’s beautifully chiseled cheekbone. “She wants it so badly. Says she needs it. You want our angel to have what she needs, don’t you?”

Without further hesitation, Jake pushes away from the wall and tugs at Danny’s mass of wild curls as he passes, with a hushed, “C’mon.”

Dan hauls you up into his arms and tosses you over his shoulder, cracking your ass swiftly through terry cloth when you shriek in surprise.

With little time to process, you’re slung onto Danny’s bed with a gasp punching out of your lungs upon bouncing impact.

“Listen to all those whiny little noises,” he smiles absently at you while addressing Jake who is watching over you with a darkened gaze. “Fussy tonight, isn’t she?”

This isn’t your favorite thing… when they discuss you as if you aren’t there to overhear it, but something in Danny’s cadence tells you they won’t be a team for long, so you let them have their moment.

“Too many clothes.” Your god of a drummer orders offhandedly, leaving your beloved guitar player to handle that while Dan moves to the chest at the foot of his bed…sifting through silicone, and leather, and metal.

Jake has stripped you of your towel and himself of everything by the time Daniel straightens; his prize clutched triumphantly in his grasp.

“The collar?” You snipe. “I wore it last time. You’re boring.” There’s that unshakable brat marching to the battlefield once more.

He laughs softly, and without humor as he searches your ankle cuffs and chains out, “Oh, little one…” the restraints land onto the duvet at your feet with a deafening clink, and then his hands are in Jake’s hair. “Who said anything about you wearing the collar tonight?”

A sound of needy shock shudders out of Jake.

“Get up.” Danny orders with the quiet authority only he seems capable of.

You rise to your knees as he leads Jake onto the bed between the two of you. He is flushed such a warm pink, and breathing so heavily it flutters over your face, tickling your cheeks pleasantly. What a beautiful moment…you file it away as one to never be forgotten.

“So sweet, Jakey…” you soothe, bestowing a single, gentle kiss at his temple. “I love you.”

He nods, and stares into your eyes with smoldering devotion.

Danny offers up the collar, and you take it, mesmerized by being on the other end of it. The power of it all, the commanding weight of leather and steel in your grasp. You feel like a deity…one who may bless with her mercy should she so choose, or curse with her wrath might that suit her better.

But you know Danny through and through, and this unexpected authority will be snatched away soon enough.

Just as well, you decide, you’d much prefer to be on your knees before the throne, rather than reigning upon it.

“Put it on.” Danny whispers, shattering your reverie.

“Hmm?” You feel a million miles away with your fingers curled around the supple leather.

“Collar him.” He reiterates, this time with a more readable force.

“Do as he says, Princess.”

“Why?” You search Jake’s eyes, swimming down deep into the adulation you always find in them. “Because you want it? Or because you don’t want to see me in trouble?”

You won’t stand by idly and watch him endure something he doesn’t want simply to spare you from enduring something you certainly do want.

“You’re already in trouble, sweet thing.” He grins that perfect smile that lights up his entire face. “Now c’mon…and cinch it tight.”

Breathing in a broken, stuttering pattern, you complete the task as Danny hold’s Jake’s hair up and away from the buckle and your shaking fingers.

“Good girl, little one.” He praises, stare on blazing fire as it ravages yours. “Now take the leash.” He nods towards it. “Go on.”

Tentatively, you let the metal chain snake through your fingers as they both clock your every move. Watching as if you’re their favorite movie and they are unwilling to miss a single frame.

“Good girl, again, dove.” Daniel’s approval sets your chest on fire and the smallest moan betrays the burn. He’s heard it, you’re sure of it, but mercifully, he refrains from taunting you about it.

“That’s just so, so good, baby.” Once again his eyes are blackened into a slick of oil and narrowed in lust. “Now give him to me.”

“What?” The insubordination has been leached from your veins, this is genuine confusion. Judging by the growl that trembles wantonly out of Jake, he doesn’t share in your misunderstanding.

“He’s yours, baby. Not mine.” Danny clarifies, clear and strong. “I won’t take him from you. I’d rather you give. Can you do that for me?” His fingers stroke through your hair lovingly. “Can you give him to me?”

Demurely, you offer up the leash. Presenting it like a gift…and isn’t exactly what it is? It leads to your Jacob, and he is most certainly a gift.

“Good girls share, don’t they?” Danny coddles you with his words.

“And you’re such a good girl, aren’t you, princess?” Jake’s voice is satiny smooth, drifting through your head like poetry. “Say it, out loud.”

“I’m such a good girl.” He was right, speaking it into the room makes goosebumps spring to life on your skin.

“Yes, you are.” Danny agrees verbally, as Jake nods with adoration in his eyes. “Lie back now, sweetheart. Let Daddy cuff your ankles so you stay where you belong.”

Drifting back, your eyes flit between the two of them. You love them beyond measure, need them more than anything…and to know they feel the same makes your existence feel like a fever dream.

Jake watches on quietly as his friend secures your ankles to the footboard, he pays close attention when Danny buckles the cuffs, no doubt ensuring they aren’t too tight. He worries over your circulation incessantly when you’re bound.

The leash is whipped into his palm the second he has you strapped tightly to the bed. “Isn’t your little princess cute? So needy and spoiled.” He breathes into Jake’s ear, reaching a hand down to skate two calloused fingertips over his cock.

A strangled noise catches in your throat; they so rarely touch each other this way, but it never fails to absolutely level you.

“She liked that.” Jake whispers with a subtle thrust of his hips…he liked it too.

“No shit she liked that.” Danny quips like it was a stupidly obvious thing to say. “It isn’t about what she likes or wants right now, though, is it? Our angel is being punished.” He yanks up on the leash to punctuate himself, sending Jake sailing back against him.

“Look at her pretty pink cunt.” He licks over Jake’s ear between words. “She’s soaked. See how she catches the light?” He hums in appreciation, as if you’re art in a gallery. “Just like diamonds. Gorgeous girl.”

You rock away from the mattress in response as your cheeks flush with heat, and your knees attempt to meet…you feel so completely on display.

“Keep them open.” Dan orders, reaching forward to swat at your thigh. “We can switch to the spreader bar if you prefer.” His fingers drop to tap at your cuffs.

With the spreader bar, comes the thinnest of canes…they go hand and hand in Daniel’s book, and you can easily conjure the white hot sting of the cane hissing through the air to sizzle into your flesh. Sometimes you welcome it, sometimes you beg for it…tonight is not one of those times, so you shake your head and comply.

“Is my little dove going soft on me?” Dan teases, kissing a trail down the curve of Jake’s neck. “She can sass me all evening but doesn’t want what comes with it?”

“No.” You lift your chin in defiance you can’t seem to help. “I’m not soft at all. I can take it.”

He suppresses a proud smile, but you catch it anyway. “So if I got the cane right now and turned you pink wherever I felt like, you wouldn’t whine and beg me to stop?”

“Turn me purple wherever you feel like. I don’t mind.” You challenge with a shrug as Jake calls for you to just shut up for once.

“Aw, Jakey’s worried about his lil sweetheart.” Danny taunts, fisting Jake’s twitching cock again. “I won’t cane her tonight, just for you, alright?” His mouth is ghosting over Jake’s cheek as he whispers to him. “I won’t spank her, or smack her, or choke her, would you like that? If I didn’t make it hurt? Just for you?”

“Yeah,” Jake nods with fervor, a hissing breath sucking in through his teeth as he rocks into Danny’s grip. “Be nice to her. Treat her sweet…she’s my girl.”

“Our girl.” The chain rattles hauntingly as Dan yanks it harshly in warning. “And I never said I’d be nice, I only said I wouldn’t make it hurt.”

You can’t decide whether to pout or breathe a sigh of relief. Not a single crack of his palm? No ironclad grip around your throat as he chokes an orgasm out of you?

He must catch the conflicting emotions in your gaze because he offers up a flash of a wink, and then creates some slack on the leash, giving Jake a guiding push to the shoulder. “Down you go, I think our girl would like a little kiss, wouldn’t you dove? Right on your spoiled cunt? Would you like that?”

“Yes, please…” you pant, eyes on Jake as you address Danny.

Jake drops down like a man starved, face buried between your legs before his tongue has even made an appearance, lips kissing and pressing against you feverishly, cheeks sweeping back and forth until his face is shining with your slick. “Fuck, princess…” his words are muffled agony. “Move you hips for me, sweet girl, fuck your pretty cunt against my face.”

Without thought, your body gives in, and you’re rocking into his kiss as his tongue begins to swirl wet circles over your clit. He suckles it into his warm mouth now and then until you're shaking and thrashing beneath him. Moaning obscenities and fisting his hair ruthlessly.

“Yes,” you breathe, absolutely lost in the haze of it all. “Fuck, yes…please…don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop…”

He groans blissfully into you -a promise that stopping is the last thing on his mind- sucks your swollen clit straight into his mouth, dragging a scream out of your lungs, and then he’s gone…

Yanked up and away from you hard and fast by the leash clutched in Danny’s grip.

“No,” you plead, springing up to grab for Jake. “Please…”

Jake fights to return to you, eyes locked between your legs like he’s never needed anything more in his entire life. “Let fucking go.” He reaches back and attempts to pry Danny’s fingers away from the lead. “I want her…wanna make her cum. Let go.”

“Shh.” Danny snaps, hitching back on the tension brutally. “Just shut up.”

Tears spring to life in your eyes and Daniel mocks them immediately. “Look, poor baby is gonna cry already. Spoiled, bratty, little thing. Gonna throw a tantrum now, are we? Maybe kick your feet and…oh wait,” he pretends as though he’s just remembered the cuffs keeping your feet firmly in place.

He bides his time with a smug air dancing about his beautiful features, watching you closely and holding Jake in place until he’s satisfied you’ve calmed down sufficiently.

When he at last lets loose on the leash, Jake descends with his eyes burning fiercely into yours. Stay quiet, he says without a word, I’ll get you there and he never has to know.

Hesitation has no place here, and your aching clit is tucked into Jake’s sweet mouth right away. He works it back and forth with his soft, full lips, silken tongue fluttering over it like butterfly wings. He plays you perfectly…like you’re his beloved Gibson. Coaxes every silent note of pleasure out of you like your body was molded just for him.

He feels it coming, and reminds you not to tip your hand with narrowed eyes burning up into your flushed face, and a silent ‘shh’ that ends with his soft tongue curling over you.

A tiny gasp is your only tell, but he is wrenched away from you once again. He struggles back until the collar has rendered him beet red in the face and unable to draw breath.

“Stop,” you urge him, voice shaking like a weak autumn leaf clinging to its branch. “Jakey…stop, baby.”

“Yeah, baby…” Danny snipes into his ear. “Stop.”

Jake stills in defeat, eyes raking over your quivering body desperately.

“You think I can’t tell when our little girl is close? Even when she’s quiet?” Danny addresses his other half, but his eyes are on you. “She blushes pink so pretty…and her mouth gets sort of pouty…it’s very cute. Nostrils flare just a hint, legs spread a bit wider…”

He pets at Jake’s hair soothingly as he looks you over. “You can’t hide from me, dove. I know you inside and out.”

“Let him make me feel good, Danny.” You beg, opting for another angle. “I’m sorry I acted up, I’ll behave. I’ll be your very good girl. I’ll keep my eyes on you and it’ll be your name on my lips when I cum, I swear.”

A sound of huffing upset sounds out of Jake, but you ignore it in favor of placating Daniel. “I need it. Need it so badly…please?”

“Well, would you just listen to her?” Danny clicks his tongue as if he thinks you’re adorable. “Cute as a button when she begs, isn’t she? You wanna take care of that greedy little cunt for her, Jacob? Wanna make your princess a happy girl?”

Jake nods with a heated urgency that makes your entire body throb and pulse painfully. “Make a mess in my mouth, princess…” he breathes, as Danny slackens the tension on the chain. “Lie back and let me take care of you, sweet girl…I’m gonna do such a good job for you.”

You relax back against the pillows and tuck your hands into his silky soft locks…they’re slightly dampened with sweat and tangled into snarls of exertion the way you love best…he could be on stage from the looks of them, but you know better.

“Yes, Jakey…” the praise moans out of you the instant his mouth seals around you. “Just like that…fuck,”

A growl sounds out of him, rumbling against you like vibrating waves, in response. You tug harder on his hair by way of calling back.

“You’ve got her so close already.” Danny pretends to sound impressed, but there is something else hiding in the shadows of his tone. He addresses you with daggers in his gaze “Does he eat your sweet cunt better than I do?”

For less than a split second, your stare flutters away, running from his question. It happens so fast, it’s barely there at all, but he catches it just the same as if it had lingered on.

“Oh,” he grins, a snake curling closer to an unsuspecting mouse. “He does, doesn’t he, dove? You like his pretty mouth? Does he know just how to baby your clit? Does he know how to suck it just right?”

Jake sucks you into his mouth as he listens on, humming against you when you fuck against his face.

Your grip grows frantic as you pull him in, thrusting against his mouth with tiny, wanton pants of breath. “Just like that, Jake…baby, please…feels so, fuck…please!”

“Nope.” Danny sighs nonchalantly, before dragging Jake up and away from you once more.

“You fuck!” You snap, jerking your body up as best you can to cling to Jake as he writhes against the collar you know so well.

Your whole body is alight…burning in raging flames as you scrabble against the refuge of Jake’s body.

“Lie down!” Danny barks, startling you enough that you shrink back.

Once you’re settled and panting against the pillows, Dan trails his free hand slowly down Jake's chest. Journeys a winding trail down his stomach, and then wraps a loose fist around his thrumming, leaking cock. Jake doubles over slightly with a hitching moan of pleasure.

“Yeah?” Danny teases in his ear, gentle as you might coo to a newborn babe, “S’that what Jakey needs?”

He strokes over him a little faster, tightening his hold.

“No,” Jake stutters, shaking his head with zero conviction. “I need her.”

“Fine.” Dan nods, “Look at her then. Isn’t she stunning? Look at her face…”

They both soak in the fire burning in your eyes, your parted, bitten, puffy lips, the sheen of sweat that makes you look like an angel.

“Look at her body…” their gazes trail down, drinking you in as you arch away from the bed, grabbing at your own breasts, desperate for touch of any kind. “She how she’s shaking? She wants us so badly.”

Danny squeezes Jake’s twitching cock faster, twisting over his glistening head with a flick of his wrist.

“And look at that gorgeous pussy…” he purrs, loving on Jake’s cock with greater aggression. “Fluttering and clenching around nothing. Can you see it? Look how pretty…”

“Touch it, princess…” Jake’s tone is hushed, rasping need and want. “Touch your cunt for us. Make that sweet little bit of velvet heaven feel nice for us. Be a good girl.”

Your fingers drop between your legs and dip into your dripping, clenching warmth, without hesitation. Two fingers sink into your cunt, but it isn’t enough and you plunge a third in with a broken whine, back bowing away from the mattress.

They growl in unison as they watch your fingers disappear and listen to you moan and cry out as if you’re being fucked by a thick, perfect, cock.

“Don’t forget your clit, sweet girl…” Jake reminds through needy gasps that make you throb from head to toe. “Take care of her for me, alright? Lick your fingers, so they feel like my mouth.”

Your opposite hand fumbles through the haze to your lips and you suck your fingers in, wetting them just like you’ve been told, and then there they are, circling your clit lightly, lapping against it, trying to find that beautiful rhythm Jake’s tongue always dances in.

A sharp intake of breath steals through Jake’s gritted teeth and it pulls a needy moan out of your chest…listening to him fight against the pleasure Danny is coaxing out of his quaking body has set you on fire. You want him to cum, you want Dan to make him cum…you want to watch it happen.

“Look at her…” Dan hushes into Jake’s ear. “She wants me to make you cum. Can’t you see it in her eyes?”

Jake nods furiously and fucks up into Dan’s grip. “Yeah, look at your pretty girl…your greedy little cock princess is fine with her own tiny fingers right now even though they aren’t enough…even though she has to chase it down…all because she wants to watch you cum in my hand.”

“Fuck yes, Danny…” it bursts out of you before you can stop it. Are you breaking whatever spell seems to have drifted over them? Dan catches your eye and his stare forces you to finish your thought. “Make him cum…I want to watch him…c’mon. Do it. Do it, please…”

Danny’s fists crushes against the weight of Jake’s dick as it pulses and throbs, and Jacob falters down against you, his forehead barely grazing your navel before Dan pulls him away, leash clinking like filthy, ominous, music.

“Oh princess…fuck, fuck…” he whimpers as Dan jerks him into the oblivion of his climax…pumping furiously along his length, working him through until he’s spilling warm, white cum all over your belly instead of in your mouth where you really want it.

The sex choked air in the room swells further with the broken sounds gasping out of Jake so beautifully. You can’t take your eyes off of him, and yet somehow, you can feel the weight of Danny’s stare clocking him as well. You are both completely enamored. He is so entrancing.

Danny gives him a few moments to collect himself and then guides him away from you, grasp still tucked tightly around the leash. “Get up there and baby her.” He orders in a quiet rasp, leaning down himself now to curl his pretty pink tongue over your belly, cleaning up the mess Jake’s made.

“Oh…” it shakes and stutters out of your chest stupidly as you watch Dan lick up a tiny puddle of Jake’s cum.

“So good, little one.” Danny breathes after savoring it on his tongue. “Jealous?”

“Share…” the begging, whining, plea sounds so foreign it makes you want to ask who has spoken. “I want to taste him. Please?”

It’s Jake who responds, stroking his fingers down your cheek. “Pretty princess begging to taste my cum.” You watch as he moves forward, gently nudges Dan out of the way, laps up a few droplets of himself and then blesses you with a kiss that tastes like him. Bitter and sweet, and so very Jake.

“Thank you.” You sigh, after swallowing him down.

“Anything for you, angel.” He whispers back, kissing across the sheen of your brow.

“Hate to interrupt the wedding vows…” Danny snarks, sounding territorial in the most decadent way, “But are you ready, dove?”

The warm, swollen tip of his cock is slicking back and forth between your folds, teasing over your entrance, nursing it’s way inside as you whine and claw at his waist, ready for more…ready for it all.

His eyes lock onto yours with dirty mischief playing in his gaze just before he slides into you. One smooth thrust, and you’re filled to the hilt with his hard length.

He warms you from the inside as you whine and squirm…he feels too fucking good.

“Danny,” your voice hitches and shakes like your throat has never uttered a sound before. “Fuck me..fuck me…”

“Hmm?” He goads, loving this moment.

“Fuck me…” it whimpers out of you. You’d like to say more, you just can’t quite remember how.

“What?” He presses on, sliding his cock back and forth so, so, slowly.

“Fuck me…” tears are sneaking up on you.

“You heard her.” Jake intervenes. “You’ve had your fun.”

Like Jake has been calling the shots all along, Dan begins to piston in and out of you just right as you purr and writhe beneath him.

“So pretty with a cock inside you, princess…” Jake praises, petting at your hair. “I wanna watch you cum.”

“Yeah..” you nod, completely lost and cloudy.

“Yeah?” Danny’s voice carries a taunting edge. “Little dove wants to cum on my cock?”

“Yes…” you gasp, clawing at his forearms. “Please, please…”

“Someone found her manners,” he pants, betraying how close he actually is. “Good fucking girl, baby, good girl..”

You hum, preening like a spoiled kitten at his praise and Jake’s gentle touch.

“You like that, sweetheart?” He huffs, biting down on your throat. “You like being a sweet little thing for me? So warm and tight? Pretty whore just for me and Jake? Hmm? You like that?”

You dig your grip into his back and then release, only to pound your fist against his shoulder blade as your orgasm sinks its teeth into you, shaking its head like a rabid dog until you’re lost in it completely, tossed about this way and that in the heated pleasure of it all.

Your vision slowly clears to the sound of Jake’s soft voice, praising and loving you with his words, though the only one you can make out is, “...messy…”

You find his eyes and bask in their love while Danny pants against you, clutching at your waist as though you might just disappear.

Messy makes sense when, with a shuddering growl, Danny pulls out. It draws attention to the soaked sheets below you, and the drenched thighs you can’t ignore.

You pay it all little mind and float away into the afterglow of it all. They’ll take care of you, you know that. They’ll coax you back and clear your head. They’ll love on you with their hands and their prose…you’ll be dipped into a warm bath, treated to a glass of wine. They’ll worship you gently, they’ll love you gently. They always do.

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