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Bitter - Mike Duarte x Terry Bruno x Reader

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Mike is a fucking mess.

A kid died in his arms today and he can’t get the fucking image out of his head. He just sits there at the bar, reliving it over and over and over again as he throws shot after shot of whiskey down his throat.

He still sees the moment the light died in that kid’s eyes. Twelve years old and struck down by a bullet right outside his own home, a retaliation attack for something his father had done. Mike hadn’t even been on duty; he’d just been grabbing a pack of smokes from the bodega on the corner when he’d heard the gun go off.

He doesn’t acknowledge you when you slip onto the barstool alongside of him. The scent of your perfume floods his nostrils, the subtle scent of jasmine and he takes a second to breathe it in. There’s a comfort in your presence but he doesn’t want it.

That darkness is rising up in him, he can taste the bitterness of it on his tongue. He wants to scream, he wants to rage, he wants to put a bullet in the head of the bastard that murdered a little kid. He’s furious right now, absolutely fucking livid and he can’t seem to temper that feeling.

“I’m sorry.” You say softly and he says nothing, he simply stares into the bottom of his glass wishing that you would just fuck off. “Why don’t you let me drive you home?”

“I’m not going home.” He tells you as he hails the bartender with his empty glass.

“Mike, I think that’s enough…”

He doesn’t know why that’s the phrase that makes him snap, it’s like something inside of him just explodes and he can’t help himself.

“You’re not my fucking mother.” He snarls at you. “I don’t fucking need you to tell me what to do.”

“You wanna be an asshole?” You snap, reaching past him to snatch up his keys. “Fine, but I’m taking these so you don’t end up killing yourself.”

His hand lashes out, enclosing over your wrist. Your clothes brush against his and he looks into your eyes, your lips barely centimetres apart.

“You need to back the fuck off.”

“This isn’t you.” You say, your voice lowering an octave as you stare into his eyes. Your grasp on his keys tightens, the jagged edges digging into your palm.

“This is me.” He spits. “This is who I really am and I’m sorry if you don’t like it Mi Vida.”

He says the term of endearment with such fucking spite it makes you flinch.

“Mike…” You say softly, your fingers coming up to brush his cheek. He slaps your hand away because he can’t stand the intimacy, the compassion in your eyes, in your touch.

“Don’t…” He can tell his voice betrays him, the way it breaks.

You pull away and he just can’t bring himself to reach out for you. It’s Terry’s hand on this shoulder that changes things, the sensation of his thumb chasing up the nape of his neck as he slides onto the stool on alongside Mike. He’s always found the other man’s presence grounding and for the first time since he washed the kid’s blood off his hands Mike feels himself exhaling.

“Maybe you can talk some sense into him.” You say, shaking your head before disappearing from the bar.

Mike doesn’t even watch you go; he simply turns his attention back to his drink surveying the amber consistency.

“You know you were an asshole to her right?” Terry says, studying the profile of Mike’s features before he picks up his beer to take a sip.

“Do I need to be an asshole to you too in order to get a little peace?” Mike asks him, his thumb chasing over the curvature of the glass.

“The difference is, I know you don’t mean it.” Terry points out, gesturing with his beer bottle.

“For fuck’s sake.” Mike rolls his eyes to the ceiling.

“You wanna drink until you can’t see that’s fine. You need me to carry you home not a problem, but let’s cut the bullshit.” Terry says, tilting his head so that can meet Mike’s eyes. “You’re upset, you’re angry, you saw something fucking terrible today and you’re lashing out because you don’t know how to cope with it.”

“I hate you.” Mike tells him, throwing the shot of whiskey down his throat.

“No.” Terry says. “You don’t.”

Silence falls between the two of them. Terry lets it hang, his gaze straying to the TV behind the bar. There’s a game on but he doesn’t care whose playing. He’s waiting for Mike, because he knows there’s something on the tip of his tongue.

“I didn’t mean what I said. I just wanted her to go away.” He says finally, shaking his head. “She cares too much, more than I deserve. She doesn’t understand that I need to sit with this, to feel it. She wants to make everything better but some stuff… You just can’t.”

“I can understand that.” Terry tells him, tapping a fingertip to the space where his heart resides. “You want to keep hold of that feeling because it fuels you, it gives you a sense of purpose but a feeling like that, it can consume you. If you let it, it will eat you up inside. I don’t want that for you and neither does Nora.”

Mike’s gaze fixes on the bottles along the back of the bar, his fingertips tapping on the surface before he inclines his head towards Terry.

“I don’t deserve her.” Mike tells him. “I don’t deserve either of you.”

Terry’s hand comes to rest upon Mike’s, his fingertips tracing over the scars that line the back of his hand before their fingers entwine.

“Captain, my Captain.” He teases as Mike turns his head towards him. “You deserve the fucking world.”

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Terry: finally got one of him smiling. Told him you were coming back next week x

I just found this photo on Kevin Kane's instagram ! They are both so cute !

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Pretty Girl: Mike Duarte x Terry Bruno x Reader (NSFW)

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A companion piece to “I can't believe we haven't tried this sooner” 

Mike finds himself in the bathroom of the axe throwing place, pinned between you and Terry. His back is pressed against Terry’s chest, the detective’s hands wandering underneath the fabric of his shirt, fingertips trailing over the scars that line Mike’s abdomen. Mike growls low in his throat as Terry’s stubble rubs across his sensitive flesh, his heated lips following suit until his breath ghosts in Mike’s ear.

“You have no idea how fucking hot you are, do you Captain?” Terry murmurs as he begins to undo Mike’s leather belt. “Seeing you with that axe in your hand, it does things to a person.”

“So that’s what’s gotten into the two of you.” Mike says, his voice a rasp as you take over Terry’s handiwork. You’re on your knees in front of him and you give Mike that look. That sinful little expression that drives him absolutely crazy before you tug down his underwear. He hisses through his teeth as Terry wraps his hand around his erection and guides it into your mouth.

“That’s it, pretty girl.” Terry whispers as Mike’s fingers tangle in your hair. “Show him just how much you want him.”

Your lips wrap around the tip of Mike’s cock, your tongue lapping over the head. You hollow out your cheeks taking him deeper and a ragged breath tears from his throat as he leans back against Terry.

“Fuck you feel good.” Mike mutters as Terry’s grip tightens around the base of his cock. He jerks Mike off slowly, matching the movement of your mouth and it sends Mike through the stratosphere. Terry’s scent floods his nostrils as his head tilts back into the hollow of his neck. “You both do.”

There’s something about being with the two of you that makes Mike lose his mind. The firmness of Terry’s chest with your softness, he’s never felt as loved or as he wanted as he does with the both of you.

Terry sets a steady pace, and you follow his lead. Your tongue teasing, tasting, drawing out Mike’s pleasure until a guttural, rough sound emits from his chest. Terry’s palm covers his mouth, stifling the noise and somehow it heightens the sensation because all Mike can do it take what the two of you are bestowing on him.

The ecstasy erupts through his synapses, his dick pulsing as he comes down your throat in long spurts. Terry anchors him in the aftermath, his arms wrapping around Mike as he leaves gentle kisses along the curve of his shoulder.

“What do you say we take pretty girl home?” Terry murmurs into his ear. “I think she deserves a little reward, don’t you?”

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A quick round up of updates on the blog including new characters added to the ASK LIST and a list of fics that went out last week:

New Fics:

Chicago Med:

Keys - Crockett gives you a safe space to work through your grief.

Bali - A vacation in Bali leads Jack to make some life changes.

Sunday Morning (NSFW) - You give Sean a very memorable Sunday morning.

Cobra Kai:

Masks - Terry realises you're uncomfortable at an event.

Stranglehold - Terry begs an unlikely duo for help.

Haven:

Domescity - You always seem to fit perfectly into Dwight's life.

Nightmares - Dwight has always had nightmares.

On The Rocks - Dwight finds you on the beach after a fight about Wade Crocker.

JAG:

30 Minutes - Mic decides to give you another thirty minutes in bed.

Law & Order SVU:

Bitter - Mike lashes out after a traumatic event. (Mike Duarte x Terry Bruno x Reader)

Mayans:

Wakeup Call - All Bishop wants is to stay in bed with you.

NCIS:

Show Me (NSFW) - A late night with Jimmy results in a video being sent.

NCIS - Hawaii:

Part Four:  PSYOPS - Charlie finally tracks you down in Mexico.

NCIS - LA:

Underneath The Stars - You and Harm have a unique wedding night.

Six AM - Marty watches you sleep after the accident.

The Call - Arlo calls you at three in the morning expecting to get your voicemail.

NCIS - NOLA:

Roses - Dwayne realises your being courted by another man.

Waiting - Dwayne can't stand to see you with another man.

The Storm - Dwayne and you take shelter together during a hurricane.

NCIS - Sydney:

History - Deshawn fears for the future when you into a face from his past.

You & Me - After the death of your ex, your relationship with JD is brought to life.

The Rookie:

More Than Life It's Self (NSFW) - John reminds you of his feelings for you at a crucial moment.

White Collar:

Light The Match - You and Keller share a kiss after you liberate your grandmother's ring.

Will Trent:

Trust - You realise that Will's been keeping a secret from you.

Yellowstone:

Texas - Travis and you make a realisation about your relationship.

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“Mike…” You say softly, your fingers coming up to brush his cheek. He slaps your hand away because he can’t stand the intimacy, the compassion in your eyes, in your touch.

“Don’t…” He can tell his voice betrays him, the way it breaks.

You pull away and he just can’t bring himself to reach out for you. It’s Terry’s hand on this shoulder that changes things, the sensation of his thumb chasing up the nape of his neck as he slides onto the stool on alongside Mike. He’s always found the other man’s presence grounding and for the first time since he washed the kid’s blood off his hands Mike feels himself exhaling.

Bitter - Mike Duarte x Terry Bruno x Reader

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Taking inspiration from the anon ask I got over on adarafaelbarba when I ask:

"I wish you would write a fic where..."

Mike Duarte or Terry Bruno gets pegged. I think they deserve being taken care of every now and then 🥰 Do with this as you wish ❤️

It’s usually Terry who likes to watch but Mike makes an exception tonight in lieu of Terry’s most recent request. He wants to get fucked, not by Mike, but by you. The idea of it turns Mike on more than he cares to admit.

Out of the three of you Terry is the more submissive member of the relationship. You think it’s because he carries so much weight on his shoulders, he feels responsible for everyone and everything, it’s hard for him to strip away the burden once he gets home. That’s why he needs to be taken apart, to be shown how much he’s loved and wanted. You’re indulgent with him you always are and Mike’s no better, he would give Terry the moon and stars if he asked for it.

Terry’s a mess, his thick dark curls spilling over his forehead as he moans around your fingers in his mouth. You have him pinned between your body and the mattress, strap buried deep inside of him as you thrust in messy, languid strokes that hit just the right spot every single time. He arches his hips, the wet head of his dick, smearing the sheets with pre-cum as he tries to generate some friction. You lean in close, your lips ghosting across his ear as you meet Mike’s gaze.

“You look so beautiful like this.” You tell Terry as you pick up the pace. “You’re going to make Mike come all over himself.”

Terry whines around your fingers, his cheeks flushing at your words.

“Oh you like that.” Terry can hear the smile in your voice, feel the ecstasy chasing through his veins like a wildfire as the silicon strap brushes over that naughty little spot deep inside. “Maybe we should ask him if he’ll join us, see if he’ll fuck that smart mouth of yours.”

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Look After You: Terry Bruno x Mike Duarte x Reader

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It’s been a shit day and an even shitter week. Terry can feel the pressure baring down on him as he sits on the couch in his apartment, staring at his reflection on the blank TV screen. He puts his head in his hands, his palms rubbing over his face. He’s exhausted, both physically and emotionally. This case he’s working it just keeps going from bad to worse, every time he closes his eyes, he sees those photographs from the crime scenes playing in his head.

He hears your key in the lock and his heart sinks because right now he has nothing left.

When the two of you come through the door, he sees your faces and he just can’t…

“I need a little bit of space tonight.” He tells both you and Mike.

There’s a flash of hurt across your features, Terry sees it and he hates himself.

“It doesn’t mean I don’t love you.” Terry says quietly, his fingers tangling in his curls as he tugs on them just a little. “I just need…”

He can’t vocalise what he needs, he never can when he gets like this. It’s like the anguish sits like a weight in his chest seeping into his bones.

Mike drops down along side of him as you close the door, he uses his fingertips to tilt Terry’s chin up towards him. He tries to avert his gaze but Mike ducks his head, capturing his stare.

“Oh, pretty boy, you’re suffering, aren’t you?” Mike whispers as his thumb caresses along the line of Terry’s jaw.

“Let us take care of you tonight.” You say as you sit down alongside of him. Mike takes up residence on the opposite side of Terry, his arm coming to rest upon his shoulders. He draws him in close, his lips brushing over his hairline as you pick up the blanket from the arm of the couch and drape it across the three of you. Terry captures your hand, his fingers threading through yours before he guides them to the space where his heart resides in his chest.

“Thank you.” He whispers as you snuggle into his side.  “Both of you, thanks for this.”

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Dreaming: Terry Bruno x Mike Duarte x Reader (Drabbles)

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It’s dark when Terry wakes up, the early hours of the morning he suspects because it’s summer and the light isn’t filtering through the blinds just yet. He isn’t sure what wakes him, he’s spooned behind you, his arm wrapped around your waist, his face buried in the curve of your throat. You jerk in your sleep, a low whine emitting from your lips.

Mike’s already stirring on the opposite side of you and Terry meets his gaze over your shoulder.

“I think she’s dreaming.” Terry murmurs, his lips ghosting over the curve of your shoulder.

“She still has nightmares about what happened with McGrath.” Mike tells Terry softly, his thumb chasing over the blush of your cheek.

Terry wasn’t around when all that shit went down but he heard about it. The trial and everything else had sent ripples through the NYPD. He hadn’t realised when he met the two of you that that’s who you were, he’d pieced it all together later on. If he had been with you and Mike at the time, he can’t have said that he wouldn’t have murdered McGrath for what he’d done to the both of you.

“It’s ok pretty girl.” Terry whispers against your skin. “We’ve got you.”

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2500 Follower Celebration: Missed You - Mike Duarte x Terry Bruno x Reader (NSFW)

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To your surprise both Mike and Terry pick you up at the airport. Mike’s hands are clasped in front of him looking stoic and Terry’s standing beside him with a grin on his face and a sign that has your name on it with a heart in the corner. It’s clear from the sheer amount of glitter decorating the cardboard that at least one of his nieces had a hand in it.

You can’t help but smile at the both of them, your lovers, each so different in their expressions of love. Mike wraps his arm around your shoulders, his lips brushing over your temple. You can feel the restraint underneath the tension of his muscles, he’s not one for PDA but you can tell he’s missed you from the small sigh that emits from chest as he lingers in your presence. Terry already has hold of your suitcase, his fingers linked with yours, sign tucked under his arm as it trails behind him.

You sit in the passenger seat of the car, Terry taking up residence in the back. Mike’s hand comes to rest upon your knee, his thumb smoothing over the indentation as he glances at you. His dark eyes are filled with raw heat as he squeezes your thigh lightly. He’s silent on the drive home, concentrating on the road. Terry fills you in on everything you’ve missed over the past few weeks, antics in the squad room, stupid shit that perps have been up to. His voice is soothing, you can sense the tension ebbing out oF your shoulders as you listen to the relaxing lilt.

In the bedroom Terry gives the two of you some space. Instead of joining you on the bed he retreats to the chair in the corner as he watches Mike undress you slowly. He knows Mike needs this, needs to readjust to you being back here with them. He hates his own behaviour, the fact he couldn’t say goodbye before you left. He still finds it tough to be vulnerable, to love someone else, two someones. He’s been starved of affection his entire life, so sometimes he finds it overwhelming. He’s quiet, there’s a tension in his muscles as looks down at you. There’s a lot he isn’t saying, and he doesn’t have to. You see the uncertainty in him, and you chase away all of his doubts as you cup his cheek, your thumb trailing over the stubble of his jawline.

“I missed you.” You tell him before kissing his mouth.

That simple action cracks open the floodgates.

Terry watches. There’s something so sensual, so beautiful about the two of you together. Mike’s hands roving over your skin, hearing that sweet deviant noise as he explores you with teasing fingers and an eager mouth. Terry’s cock is already in his hand when Mike goes down on you, his thumb sweeping over the bead of precum that ebbs from the head. He thrusts into his palm, stroking his cock slowly as he watches Mike’s tongue caress your clit. Terry fucking moans at the sight, he can’t help it. Seeing the two of you together is erotic, Mike’s strength and your softness, there’s something about the duplicity of it that fucking resonates inside of him.

Mike changes tactic, instead angling you to face Terry. Your back presses against his bare chest, the ink of his tattoos against your skin. His fingers trail down across your stomach before his heated fingertips settle on your clit, tracing small circles over that sensitive bud. His eyes are on Terry as he kisses the curve of your throat, that sinful smile tipping up at the edges of his lips.

“You gonna join us pretty boy?” He asks in that rough way of his. “Or are you just gonna sit there and watch.”

Terry smiles as he removes his clothes, shedding each layer slowly. The two of you watch with bated breath because Terry Bruno, with all of his firm muscle and scars, is something beautiful. He kneels on the bed in front of you, cradling your face in between his palms, lips brushing over yours as Mike enters you slowly from behind. You moan against his lips, eyelashes fluttering and it’s the most beautiful thing that Terry’s ever seen.

“Baby.” He whispers into the corner of your mouth. “Do you know how much we’ve missed you?”

Mike’s hands come to rest on your hips, holding you steady. He stays buried inside of you, his head dipping low, his lips grazing your ear.

“Show him.” He tells you, his voice hoarse as you clench around his dick.

Your eyes are bright and wild, your skin flushed as your fingers wrap around Terry’s cock, pumping in firm, loving strokes. He moans out loud at the sensation, it’s been too long since the three of you have been together like this and Terry savours it.

“He’s missed you just as much as I have.” Mike murmurs, his teeth grazing over the curve of your shoulder as he begins to move in slow, languid thrusts. “He’s just better at hiding it.”

“Is that true Terry?” You ask him, your free hand running through his hair and gripping it in your fist. You tug his head back, baring his throat, your teeth grazing that delicate little spot just under the curve of his jaw. “Have you been missing me?”

“Everyday.” He breathes, as your lips trace over the marks that Mike has left upon his shoulder. The thought of the two of them together, hands roving over firm muscles, fingertips trailing over ink, it does something for you. Terry’s hands guide yours to his hips, placing your fingers over the fingerprint bruising that resides there. The marks that Mike has left in their passion. Mike’s hand threads through your hair as he hits that sweet spot.

“Why don’t you show Terry how much you missed him?” Mike suggests, guiding your head down towards Terry’s cock.

You moan as he fills your mouth, the salty taste of him on your tongue as you take him deep. Terry cries out at the sensation, thrusting up into your mouth as Mike’s palm rests on the back of your neck as he fucks you.

You’d almost forgotten how good it felt to be with the two of them like this. You feel full, wanted, loved. The pleasure it builds in you, the ecstasy erupting through your synapses like a wildfire. You climax hard, your cunt gripping Mike’s cock as Terry spills himself into your mouth. Mike surrenders almost unwillingly to his own euphoria, his hips stutter as he fucks you through your orgasm. The noise he makes when he comes, thrusting hard and burying himself deep. It ruins you for a second time.

“Christ, the two of you are gonna be the death of me.” Mike utters as he withdraws from you, watching his cum leak from your pussy.

“Good way to go though old man.” Terry smirks. He’s rewarded by a swat to the shoulder from Mike before the rearranges the sheets and pillows to accommodate the three of you.

You end up nestled in between them both. Mike curls up around you, his knees tucked behind yours as he cradles you against his body. Terry faces you, his fingertips tracing over the blush of your cheek as he smiles at you.

“We’ve got you tonight baby.” He tells you. “Have sweet dreams of us.”

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"I can't believe we haven't tried this sooner."

Terry Bruno x Mike Duarte x Reader

You say to Terry as the two of you stand in the safety area behind Mike. You watch as he clutches the axe tightly in his right hand, the skin across his knuckles tightening.

"We got really into it when you were in L.A" Terry leans in and tells you, with his arms crossed over this chest. "A way of venting some of that stress..."

You watch as Mike adopts his stance and exhale before he hurls the axe at the target. It hurtles through the air, striking the target with a loud twack.

"It does something to you right?" Terry murmurs. "Seeing him doing something so fucking lethal."

"Am I that obvious?" You ask with a blush creeping across your cheeks.

Terry gives you a knowing grin as he picks up his own axe.

"It does something to me too."

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This Mess Is Mine: Mike Duarte x Terry Bruno x Reader

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This Mess Is Mine

When Mike goes rogue, Terry always knows where to find him. Since you’ve been away in LA, he’s found him at Orchid Beach more often than not. After he parks up he spots the other man sitting on the beach, elbows resting on his knees as he watches the waves crash against the shore. It’s quiet today, the winds picked up so there’s not a lot of people on the beach, they have this deserted little spot to themselves.

Mike inclines his head as Terry takes a seat alongside of him. Terry nudges him gently with his shoulder, Mike responds in kind, lingering in Terry’s proximity. It’s a sign, Terry knows. Mike still needs the closeness, he’s feeling vulnerable right now and he doesn’t like it, he never has.

“You have to share her you know?” Terry says into the air between them as he watches the waves lap at the sand. “She’s meant for bigger things than just the two of us.”

“I know.” Mike says, ducking his head as his lips purse together grimly. “But I don’t have to like it.” Terry tilts his head, studying the profile of the other man’s features. He’s still handsome, despite the fact he hasn’t slept in days. He’s looking a little ragged around the edges, but it only adds to his roguish charm.

“It’s not fair to punish her for it either.”

“That’s not what I’m doing…”

“You’re putting distance between the two of you, which puts a strain between the three of us.” Terry informs him. “It’s not just about you anymore and you know that.”

Mike swallows hard against the ache growing in his chest. He knows he’s fucking it up but he can’t seem to stop himself. He’s not used to having something good in his life, he’s always waiting for the other shoe to drop, and he thinks this could be it.  This could be the moment that you realise there’s a big wide world out there without him. “Do you think about what happens if she doesn’t come back?” Mike asks Terry, his thumb tracing over the scar that runs his forearm.

“I have to trust her.” Terry tells him honestly. “I have to trust she will and if she does decide she wants to move out there, the three of us will find a way to make this work. This isn’t a problem, but you are making it one.”

“I don’t mean to.” Mike snaps back frustrated. “You weren’t there the last time, she was gone for three years and all that shit with McGrath…”

“I know that it traumatised the two of you.” Terry tells him. “I know that you both came away different. I see the effects of it playing out, I know that’s why you’re so protective, why she’s so guarded.”

“I’m just so fucking terrified she’ll get there and want to start over, that she’ll move on and leave me behind and I wouldn’t blame her. I know I’m an asshole.”

Terry reads between the lines; he knows what Mike’s not saying. He’s scared he’s going to be the one left in the cold, that if you leave, Terry follows, L.A or New York, it doesn’t matter, he’ll be alone all over again. It’s not just about you, it’s about them and what happens if you decide to remove yourself from the equation.

“Do you think that I don’t love you?” Terry asks him. “Do you think that if she leaves, I’ll leave too?”

Mike says nothing. He tilts his head up to the sky, his eyes burning because inside he is hurting so fucking badly, he doesn’t know how to vocalise it.

“Christ old man, you really must be losing your mind.” Terry says affectionately, his fingers interlacing with Mike’s. “I love you. I’ve never loved anyone as much as I’ve loved the two of you. You are brave, you are tenacious, and you are easily one of the most terrifying people I know but you’re also passionate, you’re loyal and you genuinely give a shit about the people around you. You have such a big heart, but you just keep it locked away and you don’t have to, you don’t have to lock away your feelings. Not with her and not with me.”

It's at that moment Mike kisses him. Terry doesn’t see it coming, he never does. Mike is reserved with his affections, so these brief moments make all the difference, each and every one means the world to Terry, and he savours them all. His thumb chases along the stubble of Mike’s jaw as he draws away, his forehead coming to rest upon Terry’s.

“You should talk to her.” Terry says softly as his lips brush over Mike’s tenderly. “She misses you.”

Mike sighs, his hand clasping Terry’s to his cheek. This man, he grounds him. Mike’s never known a person who tune with his emptions, someone who can smooth over his rough edges as well as Terry. He thinks that’s why it works, because Terry sees him for exactly who he is, and he isn’t afraid to call him on his bullshit.

“I don’t know what to say.” He admits. “I don’t know how to fix it.”

Terry removed his cellphone from his back pocket, his thumb swipes over your contact information before he hits the button to start a videocall. He shoves the phone into Mike’s hands before winking and drawing away. Mike watches as he thrusts his hands into the pockets of his jacket and strolls a little way down the beach in order to give the two of you a little space. “Seriously Terry, you can’t miss me already. We spoke less than an hour ago.” You laugh before catching sight of the man on the screen before you. Your features soften, your mouth tipping up at the edges as you place your chin on your hand. “Hey.”

“Hello Mi Vida.” He murmurs as he drinks you in. L.A looks like it’s been treating you well, you’re radiant, your skin glowing and your eyes bright. He thought it was impossible to fall even more in love with you than he already was but he feels it happening.

“I miss you.” His voice is rough as he speaks.

“I miss you too.” You tell him earnestly. “You have no idea just how much.”

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TASTER: Missed You - Terry Bruno x Reader x Mike Duarte (NSFW)

In the bedroom Terry gives the two of you some space. Instead of joining you on the bed he retreats to the chair in the corner as he watches Mike undress you slowly. He knows Mike needs this, needs to readjust to you being back here with them. He hates his own behaviour, the fact he couldn’t say goodbye before you left. He still finds it tough to be vulnerable, to love someone else, two someones. He’s been starved of affection his entire life, so sometimes he finds it overwhelming. He’s quiet, there’s a tension in his muscles as looks down at you. There’s a lot he isn’t saying, and he doesn’t have to. You see the uncertainty in him, and you chase away all of his doubts as you cup his cheek, your thumb trailing over the stubble of his jawline.

“I missed you.” You tell him before kissing his mouth.

That simple action cracks open the floodgates.

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Donna’s Wednesday Radio Show Prompt List #21

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And there's no one in here living Gonna make it out alive

How can I trust you after what I've been through?

Toying somewhere between love and abuse

Show me all your tatt's, not just the ones that's on your hands

I want this more than life

And the moon is out and the stars are bright

Why I can't move on

And so I came to see him, and listen for a while

The sun on your face

Can we take this off and get naked?

show up at your door

she sets the world on fire Just to watch the sucker burn

I could tell when you locked the door just what was going on

There must be a good reason that you're gone

he'd found my letters and read each one out loud

I don't need your sympathy

She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene

She said she never envisioned him the type of person capable of such deceit

I just like it when you grab my hips

Well, why, why did you mess it up?

I just heard you found the one you've been looking for

Baby, you're so anxious, you can't take it

We could take it to the kitchen I'll be on the island, come and eat,

You've had your chance, and now you want more

Touch me, baby

Boy, can we take off all our clothes?

Boy, you deserve a show

After we fuck, I'ma wanna cuddle

And I've been a fool and I've been blind 

Come on, baby, I can call your bluff

I love you, but I love me more

I don't wanna play no more, leave everything on the floor

Here to relive your darkest moments

Now it's safe to finish what we started

It's bloody and raw, but I swear it is sweet

Regrets collect like old friends

You can leave open windows, don't care who see me out my clothes,

Singing my life with his words

Heels on, waiting at your door

Would you stay if she promised you heaven?

Didn't have a dime but I always had a vision

And every demon wants his pound of flesh

Clue number one was when you knocked on my door

I like to keep my issues drawn

Light up your wildest dreams

I can never leave the past behind

Be something greater Go make a legacy

Now he hurt you and you hurt me

But I like to keep some things to myself

And I am done with my graceless heart

Kind of dress you're wearing tonight

Well, she moves like lightning

I really don't think you're strong enough

I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style

don't give up, it's a little complicated

Say my name

First impression of you is you really like to party

Rewrite your history

So save your breath and Walk away

Everybody got a breakin' point kid

You try to tell me that we're so deep in love, Well, if we were, then why did we fuck it up?

Don't come back knockin' at my door

I am not the one To sit around, and be played

Do you expect me to believe that you've changed?

Told you before that love isn't enough

Strumming my pain with his fingers 

There's nothing you can say or do for me

You'll never see me cry

I overdosed

And that's when I knew, it was a pretty good sign That something was wrong 

I wish I would have known that wasn't me

Well it may be wrong but baby it sure feels right

Where did you sleep last night?

Cause I've had time to think it through And maybe I'm too good for you

Was she worth it?

Cause tonight you will be mine,

There's no talking to you

You'll never change for no one

he's holding onto you so tight The way I did before

And there ain't no place that I'd rather be

We don't talk anymore

Now put your hands up, this is a heist

Getaway car for two young lovers

It's so sad that you're leaving

Me and the girl straight out of town

You better throw a party on the day that I die

And we can't go back but you're here with me

Yeah, she's a genius (genius), watch and learn

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Say Goodbye - Terry Bruno x Mike Duarte x Reader

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The sky was clear and the bright sun was shining down on you as you lay flat on your back, clad in a white vest top and denim shorts, Mike's aviator shades pulled down over your eyes. It was your last day in New York before you were loaned out to the LAPD and you were determined to spend it exactly the way you wanted. Your packing was almost done, you had used your dufflebag and Mike had graciously loaned you his hold all. You were taking your clothes and a few personal effects, everything else was being left here at home in the apartment you shared with Mike and Terry.

You loved the two of them more than anything in the world but there was still a part of yourself that was selfish, this opportunity training with the LAPD was something that you couldn’t turn down.

A large shadow fell over you, blocking out the sun like a hulking cloud. You didn't need to open your eyes to know that it was Terry standing over you. The grass beside you shuffled as you propped yourself up on your elbows as he sat down beside you.

"You‘re leaving tomorrow." Terry stated, tipping his head back towards the sun.

"Yes." You responded.

You had talked about this and Terry had made it entirely clear that he supported your decision although he agreed with Mike’s concerns.

Your personal safety was their priority. You were smart and resourceful, and they knew that you were capable of taking care of yourself.  Each of them had kissed the scars that were etched into your flesh, they had spent last night memorising every inch of you until both men were sure that you knew exactly how they felt. Terry knew how you had gotten them and why Mike guarded you so closely. The idea of losing you terrified the other man and Terry couldn't say he blamed him. He knew what it was like to have your heart and soul ripped right out of your chest and he wouldn't let his over go through the same trauma as he had.

Yet this was what you wanted, and Terry had to admit that he respected Mike for taking a step back after everything you’d been through, even if he’d had to sooth the waters a bit. There was excitement in your eyes when you talked about going to L.A. Terry could tell that you were eager to strike out on your own, he couldn’t fault you for wanting to challenge yourself.

"I’m gonna miss you." Terry said finally into the comfortable silence that stretched between the two of you.

"I'll miss you too." You told him, your fingers covering his.

"Mike wanted you to have something." Terry said, fumbling with his jacket pocket for a second. “He just can’t say goodbye, I think it hurts him too much.”

You got it, after everything you’d been through the separation was tough for Mike. He didn’t understand why you’d want to be away from the two of them, not when you were happy and settled. Terry knew, Terry always knew, he was the more intuitive one of the three of you. He understood why you had to try something new.

He pulled out a sheathed small black ceramic blade out of his pocket before handing it to you.

“He said to keep it on you at all times.” Terry informed you. “He knows the trouble you get yourself into.”

You smiled, your finger brushing over the sleek knife before setting it on the grass beside you. You shared a knowing look with Terry. This was Mike’s way of saying goodbye for now, of helping you to protect yourself, of watching out for you when he couldn’t physically be there.

Although that this was your decision to leave for a little while it didn't make things easier.  Letting you go was hard for Mike, you were frightened that he would become reckless in your absence, that the time apart would distract him.

"Look after him for me." You requested in a quiet voice. "I know what he's like, all the trouble he gets himself into. Make sure he doesn't get himself caught up in anything he can't get out of."

"So basically, keep doing what I'm doing." Terry said with a humorous lilt as he nudged you with his shoulder.

"I don't know why I even asked." You told him as your head came to rest upon his shoulder. “You love him as much as I do.”

"Make sure you check in." Terry advised, his lips brushing over your hairline. “Otherwise our Captain is gonna be on the first plane over there, ready to bring you back.”

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Mike finds himself in the bathroom of the axe throwing place, music blaring in his ears as you kiss him like your life depends on it. His back comes to rest against Terry's chest, the other man's stubble ghosting along the curve of his throat before his lips follow suit.

"What the fuck has gotten into the two of you?" He mutters, his voice rough as you sink to your knees in front of him.

- Untitled Terry Bruno x Mike Duarte x Reader fic (Rough Draft)

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Fic Preview: Pretty Girl - Terry Bruno x Mike Duarte x Reader

Mike finds himself in the bathroom of the axe throwing place, pinned between you and Terry. His back is pressed against Terry’s chest, the detective’s hands wandering underneath the fabric of his shirt, fingertips trailing over the scars that line Mike’s abdomen.

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