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[joeyburrrow]

the noise i just made i —

what about joe? is he mr. possessive too?

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oh, absolutely. joe is just as possessive, if not more. i mean, look at who he's with? millions of men and women had their hearts broken the moment the first photo of joe and her surfaced. plenty of people want her, but they just can’t have her…and joe makes sure of that ;)

the difference is that while she wears her possessiveness and jealousy like a statement piece--subtle but unmistakable--joe’s possessiveness is quieter, more controlled. but don’t get me wrong, it’s there, bubbling just beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to show itself. he was always, and i mean always calm, cool, and collected. on and off the field.

like when some random guy gets a little too comfortable in her space, touching her arm when he laughs at something she said, or leaning in just a little too close. joe doesn’t make a scene, doesn’t immediately pull her away, but his hand finds the small of her back, fingers spreading wide across her skin. he does that to not only calm himself, but calm her in case she ever felt uncomfortable from any of the attention she received, and sometimes she did. sometimes the looks would linger a second longer than they were meant to, sometimes a touch felt more forceful than playful, and sometimes she could sense the unspoken intentions behind a seemingly harmless gesture.

and when joe noticed (which was always) his eyes darkened, his jaw tightened, and anyone paying attention would know--he was warning them.

nobody is about to mess with his girl while he’s right there. nope. not happening. her comfort, safety, and happiness was his number 1 priority at any given time.

but he wouldn't always become possessive because he felt the need to protect her, there were some moments when she wore something that makes her look so good it physically hurt, and he believed that only he was meant to see her looking like this. he won’t tell her to change--he loves when she looks good, loves when she feels confident--but his hand stays on her, a silent reminder to everyone else that she’s his.

doesn't matter where, her hip, her thigh, her back, her arm...his hand is there.

and then there are moments when it’s just them--when the world fades away and all that’s left is heat and hunger and him. when he’s pressing her into the mattress, hands everywhere, touch burning and possessive. his breath is hot against her skin, sending shivers down her spine as he murmurs, "mine. say it."

but it’s not just a request--it’s a demand.

his fingers tighten on her hips, holding her there, keeping her exactly where he wants her. his lips trace a slow path down her neck, his teeth grazing over sensitive skin, making her whimper. he knows exactly what he’s doing, how to push her to the edge before he’s even inside her. she’s breathless, dizzy with need, but he won’t move until he hears it.

"joe--,".

his grip tightens. "baby, say it,".

his voice is rough, wrecked, on the edge of losing control. she arches into him, nails raking down his back, eyes hazy with desire as she gasps, "yours. i’m yours, i promise,".

and that’s all it takes.

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so, yes--mr. possessive is very much alive and breathing. and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

he never took it too far, never made it feel intimidating or aggressive. he was protective over her, and she was extremely grateful for that (mostly because her exes could never come close to how joe was so...man. does that even make sense? like 6'4, muscles for days, piercing blue eyes, and a smile that shined brighter than the rarest jewels in the world. like he was so man. so knight-in-shining armor coded). you know those tweets asking if a celebrities ex could fight because their significant other looked so damn gorgeous and the fans want a piece of that? well, prior to joe, her exes, no matter which one, would easily be mauled by the heard of fans that rode for her. they didn’t stand a chance.

but joe? oh, joey b knew how to fight.

oh, and he knew how exactly lucky he was to have stolen her heart, and she loved knowing that he never took that for granted. he was honestly wrapped around her pretty little finger, but in the best, most precious way possible.

his possessiveness came solely from a place of love, because joe burrow was not keen on the idea of sharing the best thing that quite literally had ever happened to him, with the entire world.

for example:

mr. possessive™ at paris fashion week.

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she looks stunning. like, jaw-droppingly, heart-stoppingly, paris-just-declared-her-a-national-treasure stunning.

joe knew she would, duh. he’s seen her in everything, and more importantly, in nothing, but there’s something about the way she carries herself tonight--graceful, confident, walking beside him like she belongs on the cover of vogue--that has him feeling some type of way.

or maybe it’s the way everyone is looking at her that's affecting him--because everyone is looking at her.

the event is a who’s who of the fashion world, and they’re here as guests, dressed to the nines, mingling with designers, models, and celebrities. but no matter where they go, no matter who they talk to, joe can feel eyes on her. the cameras flashed like crazy when they arrived, the crowd buzzing with excitement as they made their way inside. she’s a star in her own right, and joe loves that. loves that she’s not just known as his girlfriend--she’s her.

multi-platinum, award-winning singer-songwriter. the pop princess herself.

like, hell yeah. he's her boyfriend if anything.

but with that title and prestige, those looks and eyes came naturally. one guy in particular--some too-pretty-for-his-own-good european actor type--has been looking at her a little too long.

joe notices it when they first arrive. then again during cocktail hour. and now, as they make their way to their seats for the show, pretty boy is back, standing just a few feet away, sipping his champagne and watching.

joe clenches his jaw, his fingers flexing slightly where they rest against her lower back.

she hasn’t noticed yet, too busy talking with the designer of the show they’re about to watch, laughing softly at something she says. joe loves her laugh, loves that she’s having fun, but it’s hard to focus when this guy is still looking at her like she’s up for auction.

and then--get this--he actually makes his move.

what a stupid, stupid mistake.

the guy steps forward, a confident smile on his lips as he says something to her in french--because of course he does.

joe doesn’t even give her a chance to respond. before she can turn to acknowledge him, joe is there.

his arm loops around her waist, pulling her close against his side, his hand splaying possessively across her hipbone. the move is effortless, smooth, like it was always meant to happen, but it’s intentional as hell.

she tenses slightly, finally catching on, and oh, she loves this. she doesn’t get to see jealous, possessive joe be so bold like this, but when she does?

it’s hot.

the actor’s smirk doesn’t falter, so either he was oblivious as hell or he had a death wish. "i was just telling her she looked stunning tonight,".

joe lifts a brow, expression unreadable but voice smooth. "yeah? you and half of pairs,".

the guy chuckles, clearly unbothered by the comment. "can you blame us?".

joe doesn’t answer him, because he's still seething about his smooth, buttery, alluring french accent (even though it did bother joe a teeny bit because of how he remembered her saying she thought accents were cute).

instead, he tilts her chin up and kisses her.

not just a quick kiss--a statement.

it’s sluggish, deep, possessive. a conscious show of who she belongs to. his hands slid up and down her sides, his lips mashed closer to hers, the soft sighs started coming from her mouth. damn.

when he pulls away, the actor is just...gone.

and she? she’s breathless.

joe smirks, brushing his thumb over her lips before murmuring, "you’re mine, baby. and i don’t share,".

she hums, pressing a teasing kiss to his jaw. "mmm. you like when they want me, don’t you?".

he exhales sharply, because she’s not wrong. "i like reminding them they can’t have you,".

[joeyburrrow]

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we really just pass a single brain cell back and forth

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13 | “Danger & Star, Rooster & Angel” — Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Female Mitchell OC

Summary. 26-year-old Lucy Asa Mitchell did not know what was in store for her when she first bumped into Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw. After an instant mutual connection followed by a sweet whirlwind romance that swept both their feet, Lucy found herself being immersed deeper into Bradley’s world of the Navy, F-14s, and deployments. What she didn’t expect was finding was the answer to an elusive part of her past — the identity of her long-lost father.

Chapter Summary. Lucy’s BFF is coming to town, and fun times are ahead! Lucy has yet to reveal her secret talent to Bradley… can you guess what it is?

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Keywords/Warnings: Romance, some angst, mentions of terminal or severe illness in loved one, fluff, some real good times :))

13 | The Wildling Sisters 👯‍♀️

September 1, 2023

Bradley and Lucy waited at the foot of the escalator by the baggage claim, sharing a large iced caramel macchiato and a bacon gouda sandwich.

“Thank you for coming with me today love,ˮ Lucy smiled up at him as she offered him another bite. “It really means a lot to me...ˮ

Bradley kindly wiped the crumbs from the corner from her lips and gestured for her to have the last bite. “Donʼt worry about it, Angel. I canʼt wait to meet her. Anything I should know?ˮ

Lucy smiled.

“Sheʼs very… extroverted.ˮ

“Lu—ci—a!ˮ

Lucy quickly averted her gaze towards the top of the escalator, Bradley following suit. On the very top, a tall, willowy, golden-haired woman with an exuberant grin and oversized shades waved enthusiastically as she descended — leaning over the side rail just to take a good look at Lucy.

“Frankie!ˮ Lucy hollered, half-laughing. “Jesus — youʼre going to fall!ˮ

The woman was clumsily overtaking people now on the escalator as she rushed towards her with her bright-red luggage bag and little black purse, bothering other guests on the way. She paid no mind to their glares as she dropped her bags and ran into Lucyʼs arms for a tight embrace — knocking the pair several feet back, much to Bradleyʼs amusement.

“Oh my god youʼre here!ˮ Lucy squealed as they broke apart, still holding each other in their arms with the balls of their feet bouncing from excitement. “Iʼve missed you!ˮ

“Oh dio mio! I am so glad! You have no idea, my friend!ˮ She replied equally.

“Oh! Thereʼs someone you need to meet!ˮ Lucy told her as she led him to Bradley, who was now carrying the belongings she had previously thrusted to the floor.

“Bradley this is Francesca Agosti,ˮ Lucy smiled as she watched Bradley reached out his hand to her and as Francesca shook it.

“Frankie, this is Bradley—“

“— the boyfriend.ˮ Francesca smirked as Lucy rolled her eyes playfully.

“Itʼs a pleasure to meet you, Lieutenant.ˮ She finished with a kind smile. In Bradleyʼs eyes Francesca was a truly beautiful woman— gray eyes, golden locks, and a tanned complexion. She could walk into any audition in Los Angeles and score a part right on the spot if she wanted to. She looked like a princess! But his gaze still couldnʼt help but flicker to Lucyʼs face: the genuine joy that shone through her eyes and the lips he loved to taste and which allowed for her melodious peals of laughter. Bradley recognized then that this was his princess. This was his Angel — no matter how many other beautiful girls he would meet for the remainder of his life.

“Hello Francesca,ˮ Bradley replied. “How was your flight in?ˮ

“Quite satisfactory,ˮ she spoke, every word that she seemed to utter steeped in Italian.

“Eh,ˮ Lucy shrugged. “Bet Bradley could do better.ˮ The aviator chuckled proudly as he gathered Lucy to his side and bent down to kiss her cheek.

“Thatʼs my girl,ˮ he remarked with a wink. Just then, Francesca and Lucy shared a knowing look as they met stares.

“What?ˮ Francesca smiled, raising her hands. “Iʼm sorry, Iʼm not used to this!ˮ

She gasped.

“Lucy! What do you —eh call this?ˮ She snapped her finger. “I am the third person, this time!ˮ

“Do you mean third wheel?ˮ Bradley clarified.

“Oh, yes!ˮ Francesca laughed.

“Well, whatever happened to that fellow from Berlin?ˮ Lucy asked her. “You said you liked him!ˮ

“Eh,ˮ Francesca shrugged. “He was too boring.ˮ

“But you said that other guy from Barcelona was too spontaneous and you wanted some stability...ˮ

“I know!ˮ Francesca huffed, rolling her eyes. “How hard is it to find just the right person?ˮ

“You donʼt,ˮ Bradley answered for her simply, gazing at Lucy affectionately. “The right one just falls right into your lap when you stop looking. Take my word for it.ˮ

A saturated blush dusted Lucyʼs cheeks.

“Alright lovebirds,ˮ Francesca pouted comically. “The wounds sting as are…”

“Iʼm sorry Frankie...ˮ Lucy laughed, flustered and pink as Bradley let out a low chuckle.

“Well, lunch is on me...ˮ he drawled. “Now where would you two ladies like to go to?ˮ

Bradley, Lucy and Francesca boarded the Bronco and drove to Le Samuelʼs — a quaint little French bistro downtown. As they entered the bright, elegant, and simple vicinity, they were greeted by a rotund little man with a thick head of dark hair and a thin mustache that curled at both ends. He had a chefʼs coat on and a smile that stretched his lips.

“Madame Lucy and Madame Francesca!ˮ He bellowed. “Youʼre back again!ˮ

“So we are Monsieur Louie,ˮ Lucy grinned. “Itʼs always a pleasure being here.ˮ

“And the pleasure is always mine!ˮ He replied jauntily. “Your entertainment has always been greatly received... who is your new friend? Of Francescaʼs?ˮ

“Lucyʼs, actually,ˮ Francesca smirked. Monsieur Louieʼs expression blossomed to that of glee as he shook Bradleyʼs hand.

“Ho! Ho!ˮ Monsieur Louie boomed. “Lucky man, lucky man!ˮ

“Bradley this is Chef Louie,ˮ Lucy introduced. “Weʼve known him for quite sometime.ˮ

“The pleasure is all mine!ˮ Monsieur Louie echoed as he urged them towards a nice table nearby a tall window. “Now letʼs get you all seated before rush hour, and I am once more buried in tickets and tickets in the hot kitchen! Antoine! Get their orders in silʼvous plaît!ˮ

Antoine took their orders: Francesca was having a Croque Monsieur and Lucy and Bradley opted for the Croque Madame with canelés and a box of macaroons for desert. To start, Antoine brought out complimentary glasses of Kir Royale with some Gougères to pair with.

“Bradley,ˮ Francesca mused “You are a naval aviator, correct?”

“Yes,ˮ he replied.

“Tell me, are all your other friends as good-looking as you are without the uniform?ˮ

Bradley chuckled, clearly flattered as Lucy laughed lightly beside him.

“You know,ˮ Bradley began. “It never really occurred to me that it could just be the uniform... ˮ

“Clearly it wasnʼt the case for Lucy,ˮ Francesca teased, nudging her shoulder playfully as Lucy rolled her eyes. “You do know what attracted her to you right?ˮ

“Frankie!ˮ Lucy gasped as Francesca laughed.

“Iʼm not aware as it so happens,ˮ a dark glint shrouded Bradleyʼs eyes as he held his lover in his sights. “But it seems that she and I are gonna have a conversation about it after.ˮ

Francesca giggled with mischief as Lucy blushed profusely once more today.

Just then their Croques arrived, and Lucy sighed with little relief as she got out of the hot seat of attention. Everything was simply sublime — the cheesy and airy Gougères with the bubbly, currant-flavored Kir Royale and the sumptuous Croque Madame with the perfect fried egg, which always had gold brown crispy edges. The atmosphere was light with the sun streaming through the window beside them and as Bradley and Francesca conversed as if they were old friends catching up. Lucy smiled, it was something that she loved about them both — their extroverted personalities which allowed them to make friends with ease. The weathered piano in the corner of the restaurant caught her eye briefly before turning back to the conversation.

“What do you do for a living, Francesca?ˮ Bradley asked her.

“My family owns art galleries in Europe,ˮ she replied. “I curate them — but my passion is really in painting... and well — partying until the morning...ˮ

“Lucy did mention that you were quite the wild card,ˮ Bradley chuckled.

“Iʼm the wild one?ˮ Francesca smirked, looking to Lucy. “Do you know how Lucia and I met?ˮ

Lucy shook her head, laughing at the fond memory.

“Lucia was in Italy as an international student for the year — as a pupil of the conservatory,ˮ Francesca recalled. “And if I remember, you were taking a vacation in Sicily with some of the other students...ˮ

“Yep,ˮ Lucy nodded. “We were taking a break from rehearsals and Maria Rossi flew us out.ˮ

“The heiress?ˮ Francesca clarified. “Sheʼs married now last time I heard. Did you know?ˮ

“She invited me to the wedding but I was still assigned to Antartica at the time. Didnʼt you go?ˮ

“Well she didnʼt invite me,ˮ Francesca frowned, turning to Bradley. “Anyways — I was driving through Sicily and I didnʼt know that Lucyʼs party was in the car miles behind me. Were you driving at the time?ˮ

“I was the American in a car full of stuffy Italian girls, ˮ Lucy shrugged. “I was basically the chauffeur — at least thatʼs why I thought Maria invited me...ˮ

Bradley chuckled.

“So this guy at the side of the road stops me,ˮ Francesca continues. “And I know that you should never listen to strangers who stop you at the side of the road— Stupidly, I got out of the car to see what was wrong and the bastard robs me with a knife! Dio mio! It was a good thing Lucy sensed something was wrong and stopped too... Before the bastard had the chance to even threaten her—“

Francesca paused, attempting to suppress her laughter.

“Lucia—“ she stopped mid-laugh. “Threw a gallon of gasoline at the poor man and lit a match— threatening him back in broken Italian! He was so scared that I swear he pissed himself as he ran the other direction!ˮ

Bradley gasped silently, gaze quickly averting to his girlfriend who had her face in her hands. Francesca was howling now with tears in her eyes.

“It was the only thing I had!ˮ Lucy argued.

“And I love you for it, my friend!ˮ Francesca exclaimed, as she placed her in her embrace while Lucy pouted.

Bradley relished the view set before him with a grin. Lucy was tucked in Francescaʼs arms like a cute, little, angry puppy —but her smile and their display of friendship warmed his heart. From the night he witnessed Lucy sass Jake and sent Nova out of the Hard Deck without so-much as laying a single finger on her — he was already well aware that while she was a gentle person, a secret fire burned hot in her belly, but not to this extent. Which made him wonder... what else did he not know about his girlfriend?

Just then, the little weathered piano came to life. Antoine was playing a robust and demanding opening that, to Lucy, was all too familiar... Antoine held her gaze, nodding as he repeated the same opening, waiting for her... Bradley curiously observed the interaction and noted how Francesca winked in her direction. Her fingers fanned out in a gesture as if to encourage Lucy into something— what he didnʼt know was that it was into a performance...

“L'amour est un oiseau rebelle Que nul ne peut apprivoiser

Et c'est bien en vain qu'on

S'il lui convient de refuser Rien n'y fait menace ou

L'un parle bien l'autre se tait

Et c'est l'autre que je préfèreIl n'a rien dit mais il me plaît...ˮ

Bradley instantly recognized the iconic opera piece from Carmen. He stared at Lucy— awestruck as she sang casually from seat with her head held high and her body vibrating with every note. Her voice resonated throughout the restaurant— the power in it drawing the attention of everyone within hearing.

“L'amour... L'amour... “

Lucy was standing now, sauntering over to Bradley as she impishly held his cheek in her hand and stared into his eyes with a playful. seductive temptation before wandering over to the piano and leaning against it as she faced off with Antoine in some sort of musical conversation.

“L'amour...ˮ

Bradley noted the faces that peered into the restaurant. More people were coming in now just to see the spectacle that held everyone into a trance — himself included.

“Lʼamour!ˮ

“L'amour est enfant de bohême

Il n'a jamais, jamais connu de loi...ˮ

Lucy held on to Bradleyʼs encouraging stare like a life line. It had been so long since she had sung like this in the open — in the eyes of strangers. So she focused his solely — on those kind, chocolate orbs that beckoned her homeward and drew her to him from the very first time they met.

“Si tu ne m'aimes pas, je t'aime

Si je t'aime prends garde à toi

Si tu ne m'aimes pas

Si tu ne m'aimes pas, je t'aime

Mais si je t'aime, si je t'aime

Prends garde à toi!ˮ

Lucy concluded “Habaneraˮ with a resounding applause accompanied by hoots and whistles. Before the excitement had simmered down completely, Antoine played a final piece — one that Francesca in all her Italian spirit took Bradley by the hand with her as she danced to meet arms with Lucy by the piano. Thankfully it was another familiar beat that Bradley could at least dance to — “Bella Ciao.ˮ Lucy led the sing-along and the entire vicinity followed with enthusiastically half- mumbled lyrics and rhythmic clapping.

“Una mattina mi sono alzato

O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao!

Una mattina mi sono alzato

E ho trovato l'invasor!“

“O partigiano, portami via

O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao!

O partigiano, portami via

Ché mi sento di morir!ˮ

Four stanzas later, Lucy was tucked into Bradleyʼs arm finishing the song as Francesca conducted the audience animatedly like a maestro with her fourth Kir Royale. Everyone in the restaurant had already risen to their feet at this point. It was the middle of day and everybody was partying as if they had no other affairs.

“E questo è il fiore del partigiano Morto per la libertàaaaaaaaaa!ˮ

Lucy reached for Bradleyʼs face and pulled him to her lips as the audience roared in the background. He didnʼt mind of course, savoring her soft mouth on his as his large hands wandered to her waist. He kissed the moles on the side of her mouth the one near her eye as they parted for air. It was as if they were back at a night in the Hard Deck but with the tables reversed. Looks like ‘Great Balls of Fire,ʼ wasnʼt the only hit heʼll be playing from now on. He gazed deeply into Lucyʼs eyes and he could see it — nights at the Hard Deck with him on the keys and her as his star, and after each performance: a long romantic walk on the beach at night would ensue as their daily ritual.

By the time they arrived at Lucyʼs apartment complex half an hour before sunset, Francesca was already passed out in the back seat of Bradleyʼs Bronco. He was kind enough to piggyback the Italian wild sprite as they ascended their way to Lucyʼs apartment. Bradley set her on the couch and Lucy removed her heels, tucked her in with a quilt nearby, and set some painkillers, a jug of water, and a copy of her keys beside the Walstead bowl on the living room table before she left with Bradley.

“Beach?ˮ He suggested.

“Beach,ˮ Lucy confirmed as he held her hand all the way.

After Bradley had put the Bronco in park, they set out to find a comfortable place in the sand to eat the box of canelés and macaroons they had previously availed at Le Samuelʼs. Lucy was snug on Bradleyʼs thigh as they shared a chocolate macaroon with raspberry filling.

“You were amazing back there,ˮ Bradley grinned. “I knew you could sing... but damn, Angel...ˮ

“Thank you,ˮ Lucy giggled.

“Francesca said you were at a conservatory in Italy?ˮ Bradley asked her. “Is that where you learned opera?ˮ

“Iʼve been taking voice lessons since I was little,ˮ she replied. “I learned opera around middle school because of the scholarship opportunities and a chance to spend a year in Italy at a conservatory in Milan.ˮ

“Wow,ˮ Bradley breathed. Lucy cast her eyes down shyly.

“Iʼm sorry,ˮ Lucy smiled. “Frankie and I seem to have worn you out on your day- off.ˮ

Bradley chuckled.

“Donʼt worry about it Angel,ˮ he grinned handsomely. “I had a lot of fun... Frankieʼs quite the life of the party...ˮ

“That she is,ˮ Lucy sighed happily. “God I love her.ˮ

“I can see that,ˮ he mused.

“A lot of people think that sheʼs this shallow and snobby and uptight party girl who spends her Daddyʼs money, you know?ˮ She told him as she fed him a canelé. “Had she told me about her family, I would have never known... sheʼs so happy even about smallest things. And while she is a little snobby... but sheʼs the most loyal friend youʼll ever have.ˮ

“Iʼm glad you have her, Angel.ˮ

“I am too,ˮ she chuckled as she ran a hand through his honeyed locks. “I would have lost my mind had she not helped me when mom got sick.ˮ

Bradley stared at her, and for a while Lucy didnʼt notice until they met eyes.

“What?ˮ She asked him.

“Itʼs just that... you never told me your mom was sick,ˮ he replied cautiously. “... Angel? Is she okayˮ

Lucy looked away.

“Baby?ˮ He held her hands to his chest. “Please tell me?ˮ Tears brimmed her waterline.

“She is sick,ˮ she nodded solemnly. “She has autoimmune diseases. Three, Bradley. Itʼs like three people ganging up on someone and taking turns beating them up. God — I just feel so guilty... I-I donʼt even visit her in Oregon that much anymore b-because it just feels painful looking at her...ˮ

Lucy honestly didnʼt know why the knot behind her throat was tied so tightly or when the tears she held began to stream down her cheeks.

“Iʼm horrible.ˮ

“Breathe Angel,ˮ Bradley crooned as he held her to his chest. “Youʼre not a horrible person, okay? Itʼs important to me that you know that... you know that right?ˮ

Lucy didnʼt answer and continued to press her face against his chest.

A beat.

“When my mother was dying in that hospital room,ˮ Bradley said to her softly as he smoothed her waves. “I wasnʼt even beside her... I didnʼt— I didnʼt want to…”

Lucy looked up at him.

“I didnʼt want to see the life leave her eyes because I knew it would hurt me and I would carry it for the rest of my life,ˮ he whispered. “I was young and alone— Mav and I just had the big fight and I refused to talk to him. I spiraled, Angel...ˮ

Lucy reached her finger to graze his scars. They both had tears in their eyes now, holding each otherʼs gazes so intensely. They were both hurting and hurting for each other.

“I never want you to feel alone during a time like this,ˮ Bradley said to her. “Because youʼre not. You have Frankie, and now... you have me.ˮ

“Iʼm here for the long run Angel,ˮ he smiled tearfully as he swiped his thumb against the wetness of her cheeks. “Youʼre never going to be alone again.ˮ

“Bradley..ˮ she sighed as he kissed her softly. Their lips moved in sync as he caressed her softness and she admired his strength and stability — both physically and emotionally. Bradley Bradshaw was truly a godsend — one she never thought she needed.

Meet Frankie Agosti! We’ll be seeing more of her 😉 The plot is thickening and we’re nearly halfway through the series — we’re almost done setting up the scene and soon entering the drama zone. The next chapter’s gonna be 🤌✨ at 14 | Picturesque!

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Meet the Squad!

Introducing....*drumroll pls*....

...the five main characters of my webcomic!

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Thinks saying "English lit. is lit 😎🔥" makes her cool 🤣😭

Will do almost anything for chocolate chip cookies 🍪🍪

Baking is her love language 🥞🥯🧁🥮

Aims to be a best-selling author ✍️📖

IVY - smiles for days

What she lacks in intelligence she makes up for in loyalty to her friends 😅💝

Stuffed animal collector 🧸🧸

Best friends with Saige and Shyann since 2nd grade 👭🧍‍♀️

Usually half-glass full 🥛(especially if it's grape juice)

Never gets mad but is TERRIFYING when mad 😳👿

Has no idea what she wants to do for a living, no plan just vibes 😎

NANCY - Goth Girl Forevaaaa

Bark > bite 🐕

Joined group in middle school 👯‍♀️👯‍♀️

Style icon 💋

Unbothered (mostly) 😅👀

Mom friend 🤱

Wants to go to cosmetology school/become a personal stylist 💇🏻‍♀️💄👡

And last but not least.....

CLARKE - Humble Himbo

Basketball basketball basketball 🏀🏀🏀

Is the reason for all the drama (but doesn't know it 😅😭

Golden retriever energy 🐶🥺😇

Coffee addict (which explains a lot) ☕️

Can fall asleep in ANY position

Wants to play on a pro team, or be a coach, or be a personal trainer, or be a vet, or be a cook, etc. etc. 😁😶😭

There we go! This whole thing is huge WIP so everything is subject to change but these are some fun facts for now.

Hopefully next time I do character intros I'll have drawings ready for each OC 👀🤞

[waitingformyfavoritesongs]

437 pm pdt 11 November 2022

{updating now 13 November 2022 Sunday @ bottom 5:02 am pdt}

I man mistaken it was not Comcast . I had switched 2 a different company when I moved 2 ths apartment I think I remember now. But I got confused in my memory bcz I did have Comcast service right before that happened w/the hangers in the closet (previous post). My mom had said something probably about Comcast wires running underground I think & I had started when we moved 2 a newly renovated apartment, upstairs. I started ths post b4 g2bathrm & showering🛀 & had 2go b4 typing all ths. Pasted Twitter embed tweet option & thn went. & came back to it 437pm.

when we moved end of 2018, sometime after that my mom was interested in Comcast again & I guess she had read about it then & probably told me the underground stuff? But we didn’t switch back to it.

about the embedded tweet: my aunt had a big black boy dog named Frankie. I think my incubus husband doesn’t want me writing this? Screw him ! 😤😂 ≈2001/2002? .

It seems like Frankie the girl golden retriever dog was adopted by Adam Noah Levine in 2005. I thought I heard him say she had recently turned 2 years old. A video found on YouTube for Jane magazine. I have not heard of Jane magazine; maybe it’s only in Los Angeles? For April 2007 issue.

my sister & I used 2 look very similar when we were attending middle school. People used 2 ask if we were twins 👯‍♀️ she caught up 2 my height & then surpassed me by the time she graduated middle school I think. I think it was ths graduation 👩‍🎓 incubus song 🎵 “drive” was played as they walked. Then after we had graduated high school & were both in college our next door neighbor called her Kiera knightley, & he thought she was older than me & he thought I was 16 so he avoided talking 2 me @ first. She is my youngest sister. Almost 2.5 years difference in age. 505 pm. Sierra Lamar tweet insert here about how our faces change. 508 pm

<blockquote class="twitter-tweet"><p lang="en" dir="ltr">i look so different from how i did in 8th grade... its weird, really weird.</p>— Sierra LaMar (@cccairuh) <a href="https://twitter.com/cccairuh/status/180100557883715584?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">March 15, 2012</a></blockquote> <script async src="https://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js" charset="utf-8"></script>

<blockquote class="twitter-tweet"><p lang="en" dir="ltr">i look so different from how i did in 8th grade... its weird, really weird.</p>— Sierra LaMar (@cccairuh) <a href="https://twitter.com/cccairuh/status/180100557883715584?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">March 15, 2012</a></blockquote> <script async src="https://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js" charset="utf-8"></script>

oh well it worked the first time on a different tweet.

so the part I’m hesitant 2 write ✍️:

😖😖😖😭 incubus husband probably doesn’t want me 2 write ths either. 518 pm.

541pm there was a short video recorded on the voice. I think Adam Noah Levine had said it’s not cool 2 block someone from being with someone else if you don’t like that person? Something like that. Trying 2 find it again. Seems opposite of what the incubus is about 😑😤😖😭he hurts my ribs whenever I question him or entertain the thought of writing 2 another male celebrity almost same age as Adam. & yet he goes around 2 other women he - he gave me signs 🪧-& that he f*cks them. I have been celibate 4 more than 10 years & ths is what I get. I was going to write something.. remember now. & then don’t @_@. Oh Adam Levine is 🐃🦬🐂🦤

554 pm 😖😭😤😞

{update: 5:02 am pdt 13 November 2022 Sunday

he flip flops 🩴. Started around summer 2017 he punished me for thinking about Adam Levine, when he first presented himself as Adam. He was pretending Behati was holding him hostage/ forced him 2 marry her, & that she was hurting me out of jealousy. & then before elections 2020 he made me think it was actually Melania Trump. So his reason 4 my pain & other weird stuff happened was bcz of that. Then I found a picture of maroon 5 with Biden, so that made me think if I elected Biden that some of my problems would go away/stop. But it is weird Bcz I remember a former Trump election 🗳 person was he a manager for Trump quoted harder to breathe in 2017? But the problems did not go away or stop 🛑. & then it occurred 2 me that Adam Levine looked like he really does what he wants- he has freedom. 2 go San Francisco 4 a baseball ⚾️ game, etc. also this summer my incubus made me have a vomit 🤢 reflex feeling, w/o the vomit 1 time, in this 1 time/moment 2 communicate 2 me he found me unattractive & he communicated 2 me he found a woman attractive/perfect who was not me, in an article about her & television company who once worked with was it abc? & he was in the article. This summer. & what’s ironic is that I was in good shape in 2017 until he started torturing me. So I’m mostly unattractive now bcz of him 🤔🤨😖😤😭 before that people used 2 ask me how old I was & tell me I look 18 years old & once caught a couple of guys looking staring @ me with dreamy looks in their eyes - they somehow held the stare while going up the escalator, probably a minute!- & I was only wearing jeans & tshirt & flat/no heels shoes 👟 nothing revealing except maybe my jeans were fitting well not too tight👖 I used 2 b kinda on the conservative & comfort side when I dressed back then. & in 2020 another man told me I was beautiful I think 🤔 I remembered that. Whatever. I think he was the guy with the $700 tattoo of his grandma on his arm. 530 am pdt. 13 November 2022 Sunday.

[joeyburrrow]

good morning maja💖 i love you so so much. you’re an incredible person and it’s so fun to yap with you every day. i hope your day is as amazing as you are💖💖

thank you liv baby sorry that i'm just answering this ☹️🥺

BUT THANK YOU AND I LOVE YOU SOOOOOOO MUCH 🫂❤️ and i love yapping with you (and the girlies) every day too, it's the highlight of my day

i'm so grateful that i get to call such wonderful person my friend 🥹😚

[joeyburrrow]

🥹🥹🥹

oh my heart 🤧 this is literal perfection, from start to finish im 🥺 im so so so so so excited for part 2

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part one: cya l8r!

uo!justin herbert x uo!reader

summary: what happens when your academic rival and sworn enemy starts acting like he’s sweet on you?

word count: 2k.

warnings: none really, some angst and fluff for this part! minors still please dni with my work!

note: part one of a lil something cute for v-day! 💘 i’ll have part two up so soon! also special shoutout to my wifeyyy @joeyburrrow, thank you for always keeping me motivated and being in my corner. ily 😭

the bell on the door chimed softly as you pushed it open and stepped inside the coffee shop. the rich aroma wafted through the air and surrounded you immediately as your favorite barista called out a quick welcome to you. you pulled your tote bag closer to your side as your eyes scanned the shop, and you smiled when you located your friends at a booth near the back. you made your way over to them quickly, immediately chuckling at their conversation.

“so i told her to put a sock in it! like seriously, nobody cares!” your friend alice giggled, her saccharine sweet voice filling your ears as you sat. she was gesturing with her hands as she spoke, and though you didn’t know the subject matter just yet, you laughed along too. next to her, your roommate laura was nursing a very large iced vanilla latte as she propped her head on her hand.

“i agree,” laura stated, glancing around the table. “also guys, this iced latte is the bomb diggity.”

clara, your other close friend and alice’s roommate, laughed at their conversation as well before turning her gaze toward you. “why the long face?” she asked, reaching across the table to grab your hand.

the gesture was sweet and provided comfort, something you appreciated about her. “just pissed about biology again,” you replied, looking around the group. your friends made sympathetic sounds as they looked you over, knowing how hard it’d been for you this semester.

the barista walked over seconds later with a large iced matcha and sat it in front of you, smiling as she placed it on the coaster. “looked like you were having a rough day,” she tutted, patting her hand on your shoulder softly. “this one’s on the house.”

you thanked her profusely before she walked away, and then you turned your attention back to your friends. “was justin pissing you off again?” laura asked, a concerned gaze spread across her features, “you seem so flustered.”

and she was right. you were flustered. he’d been making your life so miserable lately… but the problem was that he wasn’t really doing anything at all. you couldn’t stand him because he always seemed to know the right answer, he was so smart and the only person who seemed to truly rival you academically. it was frustrating, infuriating that a quarterback who’d most likely end up going pro was beating you out of academic achievements, especially when you wanted to make this your career.

you cleared your throat and looked around the group before beginning to tell them about your very strange morning, and your very awkward encounter with justin.

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the day started innocently enough. laura had an earlier class than you so she was gone when you woke up, but she’d made sure to leave you a note behind with a muffin sitting next to it, and you made sure to thank her while you were telling the story. she nodded in response, engaged with what you had to say. 

you had taken a quick shower and gotten dressed, packed your bag and grabbed your water bottle and headed off to class, all normal parts of your day. all three of the girls focused their attention on you while you spoke, excited for what you had to say next. 

once you got to class, things started to take a turn… but not for the worst. your eyes immediately found justin, already seated at the front of the room, and that had always pissed you off. his much larger frame made it difficult to see sometimes, but you had to pick your battles and today you’d decided this wasn’t one. you took a seat a few rows behind him and grabbed your computer and notebook from your bag before placing them on the table. the lecture was short and you tried to focus on the busy work your professor had assigned, scribbling thoughts into your notebook mindlessly as you scrolled through the documents she’d sent over on your computer. 

it wasn’t hard work by any means, but it seemed to be tripping up a few people in the class based on how many students you’d seen trot over to her desk to ask questions in the last half-hour. after about the fifth or sixth student, she stood from the desk and walked to the podium to address the class, something you knew would end up angering you. 

“since we are having difficulties with the assignments,” she began, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose, “you’ll do it as partners. you may pick your partner, but i don’t want to see or hear any playing around. and it’s still due tomorrow by 11:59p.m.” 

you sighed heavily. you didn’t know hardly anyone in the class nor did you want to do partner work with anyone. suddenly, you heard a deep voice speak to the professor, asking her “can we work alone?” and you knew it was justin. 

you watched her shake her head no and justin tipped his head back in frustration as he realized he’d have to pick someone. he gathered his things and stood from the desk, towering over the rest of the room as he walked slowly toward your table and sat down next to you. 

you looked him up and down as he took up most of the space in your area, disgust evident on your face. “i figured we could work together,” he said, rubbing his hand over one of his biceps, “at least this way there’ll be no cheating and we can both do an even amount of work.” 

as high-school as it sounded, he was right. to this day people still tried to get you to take over and do most of the work in projects. you shrugged reluctantly before answering him. “fine, we can work together. which sections do you want to do?” 

you watched him scroll through the information on his computer before telling you that he could do sections 1a through 12c if you’d take 1d through 12f. 

“okay,” you softly mumbled. justin’s eyes lingered on you for a few moments before he turned back to the work, and you wondered what he was thinking. 

he didn’t know why you hated him so much. he admired you, he admired your brain. justin didn’t think he was a naturally smart person, he had to study really hard all the time to get the grades he did, and for you it came so naturally. he could kinda tell you saw him as competition, but he never understood why you’d always been so cold to him. 

he watched you as you worked quietly, but he could sense the agitation that was bubbling up inside of you. 

“why are you staring at me?” you finally asked him, your eyes shooting daggers in his direction. “sorry,” he replied, looking back at his computer screen. there were fifteen minutes left of class, something you were both silently thankful for. 

you began writing answers down in your notebook again as you watched him slowly stick his hand into his bag, grabbing something softly before pulling it out. his large hand obstructed your view from what he was holding, but whatever it was sounded a little noisy as the tiny box shook from his movements. 

he placed the small pink box on the table and slid it toward you and you slowly realized that it was a package of your favorite valentines day candy, conversation hearts. you gave him a look as if to ask “for me?”, and he nodded softly. 

you picked the small box up and popped it open, dumping a few of the candies out on to the table. your eyes scanned the silly messages on the tiny hearts before you picked up a pink one and popped it into your mouth. the sweet candy immediately began to melt on your tongue and the corners of your mouth turned up slightly into a smile. 

“how’d you know i liked these?” you asked justin, a pleased look adorning his features. “i overheard you telling laura you loved them the other day in the coffee shop. i just wanted to get you some because… well, just because,” he replied. he was lying, but you didn’t need to know that yet. he got them for you because he had a huge crush on you, and even if that didn’t phase you at all, he still wanted to be your friend. 

you were confused but you still mumbled a quiet “thank you.” 

the last bit of class went by quickly, and once you were dismissed you grabbed up all your stuff and quickly shoved it in your bag, ready to head over to the coffee shop to meet the girls and debrief this whole situation. justin packed his things as well, and before he turned to leave he quickly asked you, “are you free tonight? o-only because we have to make a powerpoint for this as well.” 

he was nervous, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t too. his question had almost made you panic, you thought maybe he was trying to ask you on a date. “yeah, i’ll be free around six, does that work for you?” you replied, rubbing your arm sheepishly. 

“six sounds perfect, do you wanna come to my dorm? my roommate will be out so it’ll be quiet and we can focus,” he added. 

you shook your head yes as you slung your tote over your shoulder. “that sounds good to me! laura will be home but she’ll just be watching reruns of friends while she does her work,” you laughed. 

“i love that show,” justin smiled. you exchanged numbers quickly and justin fired off his dorm number to you in a quick text.

you looked down at the table and saw the box of candy still sitting there, so you picked it up and began to place the pieces you hadn’t eaten yet back in the box. justin was examining them as you did so, and before you could grab the last one he trapped it under his finger before sliding it across the table to you. 

“well, seeya later!” he smirked, lifting his finger off the candy and turning toward the door. you watched him walk away before you looked down at the little green heart that sat on top of the wooden tabletop, its yellow lettering staring back up at you. ‘cya l8r’ was printed boldly on top of the tiny confection. 

— 

all of your friends stared at you with wide eyes before alice squealed, doing a little happy dance in her seat. laura and clara giggled at your confusion. “what’s so funny? i’m upset that i have to do this project with him and you guys are laughing?” you asked, feeling slightly offended. 

“oh my god, don’t tell me you’re that oblivious, y/n!” alice joked before taking a long swig of her iced chai. you took a hefty drink of your matcha before replying. “oblivious to what exactly?” you questioned.

“oh my god, earth to y/n!” clara jested, snapping her fingers in front of your face. “he likes you!” 

you grimaced as the three of them giggled again. “he doesn’t like me. why would he like me?” 

“hello?” laura laughed, “he literally got your favorite candy just because he overheard us talking. and he wanted to be partners with you so you wouldn’t have to do all the work for your assignment. anddddd the little joke with the candy was so cute and corny it’s like it came straight from a rom-com.”

maybe laura was right… maybe they all were. you had never thought of justin as more than anything but an academic obstacle that stood in your way of being the best in the class… but maybe he did like you. 

“it doesn’t matter if he likes me or not,” you finally spoke, trying to keep your tone calm. “i mean, thinking about it now… he is kinda cute…” you mumbled, staring off into the distance. it was no lie that justin was handsome, but something in your head was telling you to snap out of it! 

your friends all eyed you suspiciously before you spoke again. “anyway, it doesn’t matter if he likes me. i’m going over to do a project and that’s it. after that, we go back to being rivals.” 

alice cocked an eyebrow at you before she answered. “it sounds like the rivalry is pretty one-sided.” 

that couldn’t have been any more true. 

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[joeyburrrow]

ilysm killamaja 🥰🥰🥰🥰

i love you so much archie 🥹 i'm so grateful for you 🫶🏻

[joeyburrrow]

hello killamaja 😍😍 i hope you’re having a wonderful day <33 thank you for being the bestest friend possible and making me laugh every single day :) ilysm

hi archie andrews 💌

thank YOU so much for being my bestest friend, i love and cherish you so much every single day 🥺

you make me smile every single day and for that i'll be forever grateful 💖

[joeyburrrow]

i love you majaaaa🫂 i’m so so grateful for you

LIVVY 🥺🥺🥺🥺

i love you toooooooo and i'm so grateful for u every single day 🥺

[hotdamnhunnam]

Don’t mind me, I’m just here to carry on with the Laur love tour! 💗

I’ve honestly loved going back through our messages and revisiting all of these praises I poured on your beautiful fics back while I was still a ghost girl 👻 It feels so much better to blast them out into the world! You deserve all of this and more!! 🥹✨

Here were the gushings (not sure if I’ve ever actually used the word ‘gushings’ before 🤣) I sent on Part 4! 💦

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GURRLLL YOU DID IT AGAIN!!! 6.7k words of pure perfection ✨

Rereading it now right after I just finished it so that I can rant to you about some of my favorite things! 😁

UGHH I DIE FOR THESE VIVID DESCRIPTIONS 🤩 I can see (/feel/smell/taste) everything sooo clearly and it’s freaking exquisite!!!! Especially this shit – “the sticky mess left behind from earlier clinging to his lower abs and tangling in his pubes” 🌾🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠 AND THIS – “the moon highlighting the perfect curve of his ass and capturing the soft fuzz covering it” 🌙🍑

I love how the vibe of this chapter is so soft and slow and intimate! It’s a really nice contrast against the (mostly) hardcore fast-paced feral energy of Part 3. You write both types of scenes so beautifully 😻 And I love the alternating insights into reader’s perspective as well as Will’s, like, they’re in SO DEEP for each other already and it’s fucking lovely 🥹💘 The little things like how she folds the sweaty gym clothes carefully, figuring he’ll appreciate it and then later in the chapter HE CHECKS THE INSTRUCTIONS BEFORE DOING HER LAUNDRYYY 😭😭😭 That shit seriously fucked with me 💀 It’s SO Will to be so caring and attentive and to go about it quietly and subtly, ugh you write his character perfectly!! ��

Ok back to reading… OMG THESE IMAGES THAT YOU INCLUDED!!! 🔥🔥🔥 They were such sweet little surprises and you picked such good shots in which Jax/Arthur could easily be imagined as Ironhead instead 🙃

THIS LINE. IT’S DIVINE – “You couldn't care less, hoping he would burn the skin right off of you and steal your last breath if it meant him continuing on like this” – and it reminds me of that same kind of intensely hyperbolic line that I used to love writing in Sir fics of mine (though honestly, when it cums to a sex god like him is it even hyperbole?? 🤷🏻‍♀️)

“forcing you down onto him so your clit rubbed on his golden pubes” – plz just kill me 🌾🫠

The way you write climaxing/cumming scenes is hot as FUCK. Also HIS DIRTY TALK 😵‍💫🌋

THAT SHOWER SCENE!! I swear I could *hear* all that squelching and it was OBSCENE. 💦🚿 In the absolute best way of course. Ughhh it’s so hot it hurts 🥵

And then I love how you wrote their interactions here with the moments of confusion and worry, amidst all of the smut there are some very relatable and realistically depicted emotions in this story! It’s really heartwarming how they’re being so understanding of each other, both eager to take things farther, but careful not to suffocate or smother (never mind that he can smother me any day beneath the full weight of his body in all its sweaty glory…)

That little moment of her worshipfully kissing him melted my heart!! 🥲💓 And I love the reference to him as a “work of art” – in part because that’s actually the title of one of my Arthur fics which as you might imagine is all about worshiping every inch of Art’s body. More proof that we’re twins honestly! 👯‍♀️

I’m obsessed with the protein pancake thing, and the Benny texting, and you already know how I feel about the washing instruction checking, AND THEN THE ENDING?!?!? 🤯

Consider me DEAD. 🪦

Part 4 has officially given me even more reason for this to be my favorite fic I’ve ever read!! 💗

Breathe

Part 4

Pairing: Will 'Ironhead' Miller x female reader

Words: 6.7k

Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Swearing. Nightmare and anxiety attack. Unprotected intercourse. It's very, very sweaty 💦💦💦

Summary: You stay for an eventful night with Will, helping him through an anxiety attack brought on by a nightmare, all while learning more about each other and taking advantage of his amplified energy and restlessness.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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The room was completely dark aside from the faint glow of silvery moonlight shining in through the blinds, allowing you to see some of the things that occupied it, although your sleepy gaze was focused on Will.

It was unclear what had woken you up; the feel of a heavy body cast across yours that you weren't used to, the foreign sounds of a different house creaking as it settled into the subtly cooler temperature of the night, or simply every part of you rousing to tell you it needed more of him.

You were sure you wouldn't have fallen asleep if your body wasn't so exhausted, your mind buzzing from everything that had happened in the span of a few hours and what was meant to be a typical night at the gym, and although you knew you needed more sleep, there was no way it would come back to you now.

Feeling half-tempted to reach for Will's arm to check the time on his black watch still secured around his wrist, you decided against it, not wanting to wake him when he seemed so peaceful on top of you. To be honest, you would vow to never sleep again if it meant for nights like this, and you prayed there would be plenty of opportunities with him so that you wouldn't feel the need to stay awake in order to make the most of what time you were sure you did have.

You tried not to think of all the 'what if's' and questions about what this was or what it could be, but part of your mind couldn't help but remind you of the reality that Will likely wasn't ready to jump into another relationship any time soon, making you wonder what his earlier confessions of going all-in included.

Were you even ready to consider any form of relationship if that was what it turned into? Knowing Will came with some emotional baggage, could you put your heart at risk of being whisked away so easily while hanging on in anticipation of it being broken?

Will stirred slightly, his muscles twitching as he dreamt, his brow knitted tightly together while his breaths grew shallower and quicker.

Yes, you told yourself, smoothing your hands across his broad back, hoping to grant him some relief from whatever was going through his afflicted mind.

Terrified as you were to let yourself become so vulnerable, you also felt a sense of excitement at what was to come, your heart, body and mind all tingling in tandem that maybe you and Will would trust each other enough to explore everything possible together.

Your fingers idly traced patterns over his shoulder and at the nape of his neck, catching in his golden hair as you did your best to calm your own breathing, letting your eyes close in the process.

Somehow in the midst of your racing thoughts, you managed to succumb to sleep again, your body winning the war in prioritizing the exquisite comfort of Will's warmth and embrace over your restless psyche.

Will slowly blinked into awareness, differing from all the times he startled awake from a nightmare or the sensation of his sweat soaking his bedding until it became too uncomfortable to tolerate, a sigh of relief passing his lips the second he registered the cause for his rare, restful sleep. A weak smile formed on his lips, seeing you sleeping beneath him, your chest rising and falling in a calm rhythm at his sightline as he lifted his head up off your stomach.

He grunted quietly as he shifted, worried he would no doubt have made your legs fall asleep from the weight of his body trapping them for so long, the sticky mess left behind from earlier clinging to his lower abs and tangling in his pubes while the same coated all between your legs.

Christ, he needed to shower.

His skin was tacky, the sheets below you that remained undisturbed too hot to be under, the humidity from outside creeping into the house even though the temperature had dropped since the sun had disappeared. His workout alone had warranted a shower, and now with two rounds of intense sex on top of it, he was hardly able to handle the smell of himself. Had you been awake, he would've suggested taking a cool one together, but seeing as you were still sound asleep he moved to lay beside you, resting on his side so his front was facing you and helped guide you onto your own side where your bum nestled comfortably against his cock.

Will wrapped his arm around your middle, pulling you closer to him, a lazy smile dressing his lips when you reciprocated by holding onto it with your hands. He buried his face in your neck; Fuck, do you ever smell good, he thought, no longer wanting to shower with you in fear your scent would be replaced by whatever body wash he had on the shelf.

A quiet hum passed your lips as you settled against him even more, warranting a kiss on your neck, and then another, and as he covered even more of your body with his, nudging your legs apart for one of his thighs to nestle between, he thought how a shower could never trump this.

The sound of a door closing somewhere in the house startled you awake, unused to hearing it and always fearing you would since you lived alone, but quickly found calm again in feeling Will's body still draped over yours, only on your back this time, making you smile at having found such a comfortable position in your sleep.

Your mouth felt dry, and you tallied how little water you had actually drank that day, remembering you hadn't had any after your workout on account of the distraction sleeping on top of you.

Able to see the time on Will's watch, you decided it best you get up to get a drink, fearing you would lay there thinking about how thirsty you were for hours since dawn was still a few away.

Will only stirred slightly after you slipped carefully out of his hold, leaving him sprawled out on top of the covers, taking a moment to admire how even in his sleep his limbs and especially his ass were still perfectly shaped.

With one glance around the room you remembered your gym clothes had been left discarded somewhere in the front of the house, and you weren't about to trot naked through the Miller's residence with Benny home.

As quietly as possible, you pulled open the top drawer of the wood dresser against the wall, finding it full of precisely folded t-shirts just as you hoped you would. You slipped one over your head, inhaling the smell of his detergent that somehow smelt fresher than yours ever did, now in need to find something to cover your lower half.

The next drawer over kept his boxers - again, with each piece neatly stacked - and you chose one of many navy blue pairs to slip your legs into.

Checking again to make sure Will was still asleep, you opened the door and walked down the hallway, following the sound of the tv coming from the living room.

It didn't surprise you that Benny had sharp hearing, having immediately looked over as you approached, watching his face change from confusion to amusement.

"Hello," he drawled, trailing out the word longer than it needed to be before taking a sip of the beer he held in his hand.

You gave a slightly awkward wave, suddenly feeling coy, before opening your mouth to back up your reason for walking around in his brother's underwear.

"I just need a drink," you explained.

"Help yourself," he permitted, glancing back at the MMA fight on the tv. You skirted around the couch, moving into the kitchen that had a partial wall separating the two rooms, allowing you to still have a view of where Benny sat as well as the tv.

His arm rested casually over the back of the couch, his eyes fixed on the screen as you opened a few cupboards in search of a glass.

"Far right," he advised, knowing you were struggling in your task without needing to look.

"Thanks."

Filling up the glass and downing it quickly, you glanced around, taking in the slightly outdated, but well-kept and tidy kitchen, beginning to feel guilty that you had made a mess of the entryway by leaving your sweaty, sex-stained clothes strewn about.

After refilling it, you started walking back through, taking another sip as you passed by behind the couch.

"Looks like you two had fun," Benny quipped, disguising his grin with his beer as you nearly choked and spit out your water. "Where's Will?" he asked, saving you from having to respond to his friendly jab.

"Sleeping," you answered, pausing in getting back to his room.

"Really?" he glanced over his shoulder at you, quizzically.

You nod and give a slight shrug, unsure why he seemed so shocked.

"You must've really done a number on him," he said slyly, his eyebrows raising on his head and his blue eyes strikingly similar to his brother's with how they held a playful glint in them, his grin nearly glowing in the light from the tv.

"Why do you say that?"

"Will doesn't sleep all that much."

Benny was so matter-of-fact in his statement, making you pause even longer than you intended to. He held your gaze, one side of his mouth turning upward in a smile that you thought might be in thanks before he turned back to the fight and put the can back up to his lips.

You forced your feet to move, hesitating for a moment again when you heard Benny's loose voice sound out again.

"Get some sleep."

His comment held some implication, and you matched his chuckle, continuing on your way and stooping to pick up both yours and Will's mess of sweaty gym clothes as you went, feeling your heart beating a little faster in hopes you would find Will still sound asleep.

You smiled when you opened the door to see him in the exact position as when you had left, flat out on his stomach with one leg hooked up, the moon highlighting the perfect curve of his ass and capturing the soft fuzz covering it, turning the tousled hair on his head silvery. Without sound, you carefully folded and placed your clothes on top of the dresser, gathering from how well the rest of the house was kept that he would appreciate the gesture, and slowly slipped back on top of the covers beside him.

Without missing a beat, Will draped his arm over your waist and pulled you into him, his leg falling heavily on yours to keep you there, his torso once again covering your back like a shield. The steadiness of his breathing helped settle you back to the same level of comfort you had experienced prior to getting up, making you close your eyes with the hope morning didn't come too soon.

He knew it would happen despite how much he prayed it wouldn't; the feverish temperature of his crawling skin making him jar awake, his breathing sharp and laboured as he struggled to get air into his lungs quickly enough, the sheets sticking to him uncomfortably. Will bolted upright, swinging his legs over the side of the bed where he hung his head between his legs, running a hand over his forehead to collect the unbelievable amount of sweat that made it seem like someone had dumped water over him and flicked it down onto the floor.

He didn't flinch when he felt the mattress dip and your hand rest on his shoulder that managed to be burning hot and freezing cold all at once, sighing a shaky exhale in frustration that he'd woken you up and you were seeing him like this.

"I'm okay," he grumbled, clenching his teeth to try to feign away the flourishing panic attack; its persistence as steady as ever.

His hands gripped the edge of the bed so hard his arms shook, his inhales quickly turning into wheezes as he lost the battle against calming them, the sweet sound of your voice gently urging him to breathe like a distant echo in his ringing ears.

Even with his eyes open he couldn't focus on any single thing; the floor beneath his feet blurry, the visions of what had woken him up in the first place swirling about like the begrudging nightmare they always were.

"Will, look at me," you spoke, your words firm and coming in a little more clearly to him. You cupped his face and forced his head toward you, moving to kneel beside him, the sight of you in one of his t-shirts and pair of boxers confusing him and helping to bring him out of his head for a second.

"Breathe," you requested, exaggerating your own inhale with your lips puckered slightly, his eyes drawn to your chest that rose as it inflated. You exhaled slowly, and like he was participating in a fucking lamaze or yoga class, he mimicked you, the pain in his chest deminishing with each series of breaths.

He had never come down from a nightmare followed by a panic attack so quickly before, amazed at your ability to help without hesitation, his eyes finally able to focus on your face and the look of concern and understanding it held. Grabbing under your thighs, Will pulled you onto his lap, looking up at you wearily, but appreciatively.

"Thank you," he whispered, resting his nose against your collarbone through his shirt.

“Of course,” you assured, wrapping your arms around him once you knew it was okay to, feeling his tensed muscles flex as they attempted to relax the strain held in them.

In all the years Will had suffered these panic attacks and nightmares, no one but Benny or one of the guys ever comforted him as easily as this. His lips moved against the cotton covering your skin as he recalled all the times his ex would leave the bed in a huff and go sleep on the couch, upset with him for disrupting her sleep for yet another night, resulting in a blow up in the morning that he eventually couldn't see the value in taking the energy to fix.

The steadiness of your hands rubbing all along his slippery back held just the right amount of pressure to help him focus on that rather than the grief in his head, your respect in not asking if he was okay or what had triggered it making him feel inclined to share it with you anyway. The stark difference in how you didn't shy away or grimace as you carefully touched your lips to his sweat coated forehead compared to how his ex would immediately tear the drenched sheets off the bed was enough to make his heart warm and swell rather than increase its pounding speed that racked the top of his rib cage; her reaction causing his anxiety to climb rapidly as if he had any control over how his body responded to the terrors his mind provided while he slept.

Even if this was the one and only time he had you to see him through a nightmare, Will knew he would hold onto this comforting feeling as long as he could to help him through the ones that would inevitably come in the future.

He sighed deeply, his breath coming out hot against your chest as he held his face directly on it, inhaling the scent of your skin more so than his laundry detergent when he drew in another long, slow breath, the sound of your heartbeat now louder to him than his own. Rubbing his nose back and forth a couple of times before lifting his head from the asylum of your body, he looked up at you and smiled easily, seeing the worry on your face disappear.

"When did you put this on?" he asked, his fingers plucking the excess material of his shirt from the center of your chest.

You smiled back, a sense of relief in your voice. "I got up to get water a little while ago."

Will looked over at his nightstand, seeing a half-full glass sitting on a folded tissue, making him aware of how dry his mouth felt.

You leaned over and grabbed it, holding it between you for him to take where he downed it quickly, and lost in awe of him, you reached out and let your fingers trail down his neck where his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed.

"Do you need more?" you asked, allowing your hand to rest on his chest.

"I'm okay," he said simply, extending his long arm to place the empty glass back on the table. He looked at you seriously, his blue eyes full of emotion, making you wonder just how much hurt lay beneath them, his gaze falling to your lips as his head tilted to the side. "What I do need is you."

He swallowed your small gasp of surprise when his mouth slotted with yours, his tongue delving into your mouth in a gentle, but confident demand. You arched into him as his hands carded up your back and beneath his shirt, the heat from his palms radiating onto your tacky skin, the sensation making you deepen the kiss and roll your hips on his bare lap. Growing quickly from your touch, his cock pressed up against your core, allowing the thin material of his boxers separating you to rub against your refreshed wetness.

You moaned into him, losing yourself in that craveable sensation, your hands moving more desperately on each other at the same time breathing became an afterthought.

Will whisked his shirt off of you, capturing your lips again to resume where he had left off, his beard feeling scratchier now on your chin that was already raw from too many aggressive passes of it. You couldn't care less, hoping he would burn the skin right off of you and steal your last breath if it meant him continuing on like this, his eagerness to taste you like a drug you would let consume you.

You reluctantly removed yourself from his lap, needing to feel his wanting flesh against yours, hurriedly peeling his boxers down your legs while maintaining the movement of your lips on each other. Strong hands gripped around your legs and guided you back onto him, your cry breaking the seal of your kiss as he seated you down on his length.

Will's chest rumbled beneath your palms as he growled in restraint before beginning to move his hips upward into you, feeling the strong muscles in his quads strain under your bum as he used them to power his thrusts. One of his arms supported him on the mattress while the other wrapped securely around your back, keeping you as close to him as possible and aiding in forcing you down onto him so your clit rubbed on his golden pubes.

Everything had you building up so quickly; the feel of his lips on your neck, his hand gripping you tightly, his cock berating your pussy that took him like it had already committed every inch of him to muscle memory, your body submitting to his every touch that made you almost feel weak for not being able to hold out longer before you were clenching around him.

"Will…" you whined, attempting to steady and slow yourself by bouncing up and down off of him instead of grinding, only to result in him bucking up into you harder to coax out what you tried to delay.

"That's it, come for me," he panted, putting out even more energy into ending you.

The way his voice spoke those words made you stop all efforts in preventing yourself from coming, finally giving in and letting your body sit heavily on his, riding him hard until that blinding, white heat barrelled through you and took control over every nerve in your body and your orgasm racked through you like electricity.

"Fuck, don't stop," he shouted, the roughness of his tone and the way he clawed at your back with his hand and nipped at your neck and shoulder signalling he was close to filling you up again. You didn't dare disobey him, desperate to feel him spill inside your walls, exhausting all your efforts to prevail in riding him until he told you you could stop.

"Keep going, baby - Fuck!" His growling demand and increase in pace threw you into a second climax, the feel of his cum slipping out of your tingling pussy and lubricating your swollen clit making you scream through it as he remained unrelenting in his fucking of you.

Still pulsing inside you, Will grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you to his mouth, roughly claiming yours and stealing your air before you were able to take another panting breath.

Your rocking movements eventually slowed to nothing despite your kisses increasing in fervor, instead squeezing him in a torturous rhythm that had him tug at your bottom lip with his teeth as he pulled away.

"We need to shower," he stated, his eyebrows rising on his forehead as he looked up at you.

You giggled softly, "Hmm, yeah I think so," your hands slipping over his skin that was coated in another layer of sweat on top of all the other ones that had barely dried.

Staying inside you, Will wrapped his arms around your body and stood, holding onto you securely as he moved through the room, your head resting on his shoulder with your arms locked around his neck and legs snaked around his torso like a vice.

As you entered the bathroom, you could feel him begin to slip from you, and noticing the same, Will shifted and pushed you closer to his body to try to keep himself locked inside.

Reaching in the shower to flick on the taps, he wasted no time in stepping in, not bothering to wait for warm water to make its way out of the showerhead, using his body as a barrier as he placed himself between you and the water.

It came as a shock when you didn't hear a sizzling sound when the cool water hit his back that was still aflame, the blatant relief he felt from it coming out in a long sigh as he let his head tip back into the stream.

Realizing he was out of you now, you let your toes hit the floor of the shower, barely trusting yourself to stand on your shaky legs, admiring the relaxed expression on the face of the worn man in front of you.

Feeling his cum seep out of you and down your thigh and not caring to do anything about it, you reached for the bottle of shampoo on the ledge and squeezed some out in your palm, rubbing your hands together before lifting them up to lather it into his blond hair that was now darkened by the water and laying flat against his head.

After a few minutes of indulging in your nails running back and forth across his scalp, Will did the same for you, his blue eyes alight and vibrant again as he watched your skin react in a fury of goosebumps while suds rolled down your body.

Even though he was working on treating you, you couldn't stop touching him, roaming all across his porcelain skin languidly, your hands on him making him feel as if he hadn't had enough already, his veins still coursing with a lingering adrenaline that only seemed to grow the more your bodies contacted.

When he was finished washing your hair, he stepped behind you, pressing his body up against your backside to urge you forward into the water so your face came out on the other side of the stream and your hair was in direct line with it. His fingers carefully ran through your tresses to rinse the shampoo out, watching intently to your body's response to his caressess, your head leaning into his hands heavily as you tipped it to the side, letting the water fall onto your neck and shoulder where his gaze followed the rivers down your breasts.

Unable to resist, he attached his lips to the column of your neck, licking and sucking at your skin that still held a remnant of salt, his hands sliding down your sides to distribute the soap all over your body.

Peeling his hands off of you before he wouldn't be able to, Will grabbed the body wash and dispensed some in his hand, roughly lathering it all over his front and around his cock before pressing up against your back once more. He groped at you again, sliding his body up and down against yours, the way the soap made your ass slick making it difficult for him to keep a leisurely, controlled pace and not simply ram into you and start fucking you mercilessly. He was hard again instantly, his dick too easy to fall between your cheeks and threaten to slip into one of your holes, his freshly settled heart rate increasing rapidly and sending blood pulsing to his head that rubbed all along your soapy flesh.

Will growled against your shoulder, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses over to your neck, his hands alternating between squeezing at your hips and ass and up to your tits, pinching your nipples to make you moan and arch back into him. He felt wild, unable to focus less now than he had through his panic attack, his only mission to see how much your screams would echo in the noise of the shower.

Fueled by that thought and the way you ground your ass against his aching cock, he let his hand travel down between your legs, driving his index finger as far as it could inside you before adding his middle finger too, pumping them in and out only a couple of times until you were writhing against him, your head thrown back to rest on his shoulder. He knew you would be over-stimulated, your tight pussy already having taken a beating three times from him now, but the Captain in him was set on testing your limits. His fingers moved from between your folds up to your clit, harshly pressing on it as he stroked the swollen bud with brisk motions, causing you to shudder involuntarily and him to chuckle beside your ear.

"You gonna be okay, baby?" he asked, the tone of his voice betraying the genuinity of care in his question.

Your quick nod and the way you ground down onto his hand gave him all the permission needed to continue, and putting use to all the buzzing energy still going through his system, Will removed his hand from you and spread your cheeks apart, slamming into you in one brutal go. Adrenaline fed his pace, his thrusts quick and purposeful as he dragged his length in and out of your tight walls so forcefully he knew he would be making you sore, your wails of unhinged pleasure encouraging him to sink further into the space in his mind where he saw nothing but red.

Despite his barbaric treatment, you took him so well, begging him for more, your sweet voice calling for him to go harder while your body fit and molded to his like a missing piece, accepting each blow so well.

Sending him into a tailspin, you grabbed his hand that was tearing at the flesh of your breast and guided it down so his fingertips settled on your clit again, instantly making you rock your hips more to take even more pleasure from him, allowing him to feel your climax build as you clenched around him like a vice. He worked even harder, fucking through your tight pussy to reach your deepest point and back out again, his assault only progressing as he became intoxicated by your screams and the squelching sounds from both the water on your skin and his cock ramming into your soaked cunt.

Using what remained of the energy he had pent up from his anxiety attack, Will pulled out of you and turned you around, lifting you up and wrapping your legs around his waist, his cock driving back into you as he pressed your back against the shower wall. He was desperate to kiss you, needing to feel your lips on his in a way that made this feral handling of you feel more intimate, even though he didn't let up on his pace. Your hands found his face and held it more tenderly than he deserved, deepening your kiss more, prompting him to growl into your mouth almost frustratedly as he gave his final thrusts and came with an exhausting force.

Will felt like he would crumble apart if it wasn't for your limbs wrapped around him as if you were holding him together, the slow roll of your tongue giving him something calm to keep his racing mind fixed on. He carefully pulled out of you and helped you stand on your own, still kissing you as he struggled to catch his breath, his chest rising and falling sharply. Pivoting his body slightly so you were both back under the stream of water, he let it rain down to wash you both, his hands massaging your skin in soothing patterns that was more for his own benefit to relax.

You jolted when his hand grazed your sex that was beyond sensitive now, his fingers stilling as he registered the hesitation in your kiss.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked quietly, his brows knitted together as he looked at you seriously.

"No, of course not," you reassured, "I'm just very sensitive and a little sore." Noting the guilt on his face you continued, "A good sore."

"Okay," he smiled weakly, resting his forehead against yours and closing his eyes. "I'll be gentle."

He made good on his word, washing you with a tenderness that made your heart sing, the way he held your chin with his other and stroked his thumb along your cheek making you vow to give this man the world.

Out of the shower and depleted of all energy, Will sauntered back to his room with you, not bothering to wrap himself in a towel or even dry off, his only goal now to hit his mattress and try to get some sleep in before the sun crept up with the passing hours.

The smell of sex and sweat filled the room, revealing just how much effort both of you had exuded in your time together, and seeing the dark stains on the top cover from his profuse sweating, Will tore it off the bed and crawled in on top of the lesser-tainted sheets.

You stood at the end of the bed, gently running your towel through your hair to soak up the excess water, watching as he settled in comfortably with his legs slightly spread, sighing out loudly when he put his arm above his head.

"Are you joining me, or what?" he asked, his eyes closed and voice hoarse, a loose smile tugging at one corner of his lips.

"Do you still want me to?"

Your question forced his eyes open and made him prop himself up on his elbow, looking at you both seriously and a little confused.

"Why would you say that?"

You shrugged, regretting saying it based on the wounded expression on his face. "I just don't want to overwhelm you, Will, I don't want to make you feel…suffocated, or like this is all moving too fast."

He scoffed, his smile and shake of his head worrying you.

"Do you want to go?" he challenged, the steeliness of his blue eyes making your mouth feel dry.

You shook your head no, offering your hand to him when he extended his out, allowing him to pull you closer to the bed where he continued to hold your gaze. "To be fair, I haven't checked if you needed to get home for any reason, and you don't have your car…"

You laughed when he did, letting yourself sink onto the mattress where you kneeled beside him.

"I'm not going anywhere, Will," you whispered, your words holding more promise than just being for the rest of the night.

His thumb smoothed over your knuckles, and looking down at the connection of your hands, he spoke freely.

"I may not be sure of a single fucking thing in my life right now, but I do know that being with you sure feels damn right." He looked up at you, the creases on his forehead brought out as his eyebrows rose up, the boyish look in his eyes and his crooked smile making your heart flutter wildly. "It doesn't mean I'm not scared shitless, though."

Appreciating his honesty, you gave his hand a firm squeeze before bringing it up to your lips where you kissed across his knuckles, not wanting to over-do it by telling him you would never hurt him but needing to show him in some way. You trailed down his arm, peppering your lips slowly across the one that bore his smaller tattoo of the eagle, feeling his eyes sear your skin as he watched you worship him, your tongue threatening to tell him how you thought every piece of him was a work of art and not just the parts decorated by his tattoos.

He settled back into the bed, his long exhale sounding like one of contentment to your ears, prompting you to slide your body down to rest beside him, your mouth traveling from his arm to his chest until you were face to face.

"I'm still all-in," he murmured, his nose nudging yours as he gathered your hand and placed it between your chests.

"Me too."

The sound of Benny messing around in the kitchen was unmistakable and undoubtedly what woke Will, his eyes adjusting to the bright morning light when he forced his eyes open. He groaned and peeled his heavy arm off the mattress to check his watch; 8:12.

"Jesus Christ," he muttered to himself quietly, thinking how he hadn't slept this late since he was a kid, the reason behind it still sleeping peacefully beside him.

With a smile that he tucked between his teeth, Will got out of bed, keeping a watchful eye on you to make sure he didn't wake you up as he grabbed the towel you had used and wrapped it around his waist and moved toward the door.

He smiled again, noticing the pile of neatly folded, but dirty clothes on top of his dresser, and grabbed them before heading out the door.

The smell of something warm and sweet greeted him as he stalked down the hallway, his muscles feeling leaded with each step.

"Yo, Benny," he called, reaching the kitchen, but his brother was nowhere to be found.

A stack of freshly made pancakes sat on a plate beside the stove, a handwritten note left behind to explain them.

Chocolate chip protein pancakes

Heard you two burnin' a lot of cals…

Gym rats who fuck like bunnies gotta replace that lost protein.

Eat up.

Will’s stomach rumbled at the same time his chest did as he laughed, picking up one of the still-warm pancakes and folding it in half to shove in his mouth. The last time he was this hungry had to have been on a mission, but he thought how he would happily trade food any day for all the things he did with you last night.

Glancing around the kitchen in search of his phone, Will finally spotted it on the opposite counter where he usually kept it, no doubt having been placed there by Benny after finding it discarded on the floor along with everything else, his truck keys beside it.

You're a good man, Benny, he text after grabbing it, thankful to have his little brother around to look after him more than ever.

Making his way around the corner to the laundry room, Will lifted the lid on the washing machine and tossed his gym clothes in before sorting through yours and carefully checking the washing instructions on them. He dispensed the cheap, discount brand detergent into it and hoped the low quality wouldn't ruin anything, never really having to care too much about what would happen to his or Benny’s clothes.

Back in the kitchen, he reached for two mugs out of the cupboard beside the sink along with two water glasses and filled them up, once again appreciating Benny's generosity and attention to detail for putting a fresh pot of coffee on before leaving.

After rummaging through all the cabinets for a suitable tray to carry everything back to his room on and coming up empty, Will settled on a shallow cardboard box Frankie had brought fresh oranges over in the week before, placing the plate of pancakes, syrup, cutlery and drinks in it, and made his way out of the kitchen.

His phone buzzed as he passed it, and pausing to check the text displayed on the screen, he grinned and continued down the hallway.

Benny: I know

The towel around his waist hung loosely on his hips by the time he reached his door, pushing it open gently with his elbow and smiling when he set eyes on you still sleeping and all curled up in the spot he had been. The sheets were twisted around your bare body, tangled with your limbs and scarcely covering you, the way the cotton material cradled your skin looking so inviting and making him wish it was him.

Forgetting his hunger, Will set the box down on his dresser and untucked the portion of towel barely holding it on and let it fall to the floor, feeling the mattress dip to his weight as he kneeled on it and framed your body with his.

Unable to resist, he lowered himself until his face met your exposed thigh, pressing his lips against it once, and then again, ghosting them up until he reached your hip, having missed the sensation of your skin on his lips even though it hadn't been long since he last felt it.

He breathed in slowly, his eyes closing as your scent swam through every part of him, awakening his most primal needs once again.

Another kiss, another deep inhale, his lungs working to consume the smell of your slumbering arousal instead of taking in oxygen to calm his charged libido.

A split desire between wanting you to continue sleeping and needing you to wake up raged within him, his mouth watering with each kiss, his chest feeling constricted as his breathing grew more ragged even though he was desperately trying to control it. Reaching your waist, he let his tongue swipe out to lick up to your ribs, feeling your side contract as he tickled you, your sleepy moans and quiet whines resounding in his ears as you fought to stay asleep.

Slipping one of his hands between your legs, he slowly let it glide up along your inner thigh, your skin warm against his palm and impossibly smooth, his lips and tongue continuing to tease beneath your breasts and stomach until you eventually rolled onto your back.

Your eyes remained closed, but Will watched as a drowsy smile formed on your lips and your hand reached up to card through his hair, a contented sigh being his official greeting.

He needed you more than ever, set on making you feel as good as he possibly could, craving to taste every part of you.

Pushing your legs apart until they were flush against the bed, he settled between them, his lips marking a path upward that had you squirming beneath him already, and once he reached his destination, paused and looked up at you with a wildness in his blue eyes.

"Mornin', sweetheart."

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Part 5

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