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qrrieterisunnq · 2 months ago

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Bonfire And S'Mores

FT. JACK HUGHES AND BONFIRE SEX MINORS DNI - 18+ content below the cut — WARNINGS: sex scenes (please keep it safe guys!) — SUMMARY: When Quinn, Luke, and Jack, have one free weekend at the same time, they decide, they would like to spend some time with their parents and Jack’s girlfriend. So camping in Big Bend National Park in Texas sounded like the best idea. Especially for Jack, when he gets to spend some time with his girlfriend alone in a tent. — WORD COUNT: 3,06K — AUTHOR'S NOTE: I know it's been messy with me, but I hope you'll like this fic! I enjoyed writing this, so I hope you'll enjoy reading this.

“I’m so tired.” you yawn and open your tired eyes, while you sit in the car on the way to the airport. You, Jack, and Luke are heading to Big Bend National Park in Texas, together with Quinn and the Hughes’ parents.

“I know baby, but you can sleep in the plane. Okay?” Jack says quietly as he looks in the rearview mirror at his younger brother sleeping with his mouth wide open.

“I know,” you murmured, leaning your head back on the window. “I’m so excited to see your parents.” you look at Jack whose smile grows at your confession.

“You do?” he smirks at you bringing your hand up to kiss your knuckles.

Giggling, you tuck your head between your shoulders, while your cheeks turn red. “Yeah, I do. You know I love your mom.”

“Yeah I know, pumpkin,” he sighs, caressing your hand. “Close your eyes. It’ll take a while before we get to the airport. The traffic is terrible.”

“Wake me up when we reach it, I want to be up before we arrive,” you say before you nuzzle in your jacket and scarf.

“I will, now sleep.” he chuckles and turns on the seat heating. You moan softly as the warmth hits your body, and lulls you to sleep in a few minutes.

The car ride is for a few minutes, with you sleeping silently next to Jack and Luke in the backseat when his phone starts to buzz in the phone holder.

Jack slows down a little bit and answers the call and turns the volume down a little bit so you won't wake up.

“Hi momma, keep it low, please. Luke and y/n are sleeping.” Jack says in a low tone looking over at you and Luke, hoping you won’t wake up. You were up until 2 am last night when both of you insisted on finishing watching some TV show.

“Okay, okay!” she giggles. “I’m just calling to ask when your flight is going to take off. So dad and I know when to wait for you at the airport.” dad’s laugh rang in the background of the call.

“Eh, the flight is taking off around 8:30, I guess. I’d have to ask y/n about it, but I don’t want to wake her up.” He sighs, trying to remember the time of the takeoff while he listens to the noises coming from the speaker in the car.

“No that’s completely okay, no need to wake her up. You can ask her when you’ll reach the airport and then text me. Or she can text me after all.” she says with a grin in her voice.

“Okay, I’ll tell her when she wakes up,” Jack smiles, turning left at the crossroads. “Is Quinn already there?” he asks when he hears his older brother's voice from the background noise.

“Yeah, dad and he arrived about an hour ago,” she murmurs, shushing the two in the background.

“Is that Jack?” Quinn's voice rings through the speaker which makes Luke move in the backseat.

“Yeah, but not that loud Quinn. The babies are sleeping.” you can hear your mom shushing him.

“Oh, sorry. Are you on your way?” he asks in a quieter voice, and Jack has to chuckle at him because he can vividly imagine his face.

“Yeah, we’re on our way to the airport,” he nods turning left on another crossroad to get on the highway.

“Okay, we won’t disturb you! Drive safe baby!” Ellen says before ending the call.

“That was mom?” Luke's groggy voice sounds through the car, startling Jack.

“Shit man!” he breathes put shaking his head. “Yeah, that was mom. Wanted to know when we’re taking off. And keep it low, please. Y/n’s sleeping.” he says when he sees Luke wants to say something.

“Oh okay. Sorry. Uh can we get something to eat before we arrive at the airport.” he groans quietly as he stretches his limbs in the small place that is in front of him.

“Sure, what do you want?” Jack looks at him through the mirror, raising his brows, while his right hand squeezes y/n’s tight when she moves in her seat and lets out a soft sound.

“Taco Bell. Please!”

“Baby, we’ll be at the airport in a minute,” Jack says in a shush tone, squeezing you tight to wake you up. You stir in your seat, groaning and stretching your legs while taking in a deep breath. “If you are hungry, there is a burrito under your feet if you’re hungry.”

“I fucking love you, Jack.” you peck his cheek quickly before you pull the bag with food on your lap.

“Oh really? Without me you wouldn’t have any food sis!” Luke gasps from the backseat, scaring the shit out of you.

“Jesus. Luke!” you whisper after you catch your breath.

“Sorry, but it’s true.” he just shrugs his shoulders as he continues in eating his food.

“Okay then, I fucking love you, Luke.” you giggle while your hand makes its way between your seat and the door to the back of the car, reaching for Luke’s leg or arm.

He interlocks his finger with yours and squeezes them. “And I love you sis.”

“Oh, stop those lovey-dovey things you two!” Jack looks in the rearview mirror and gasps. “You are cheating on me with him?” he turns to face you for a few seconds and all of you have to keep in your laughter as soon as he says it.

“Oh my gosh! We should stop it!” you laugh covering your mouth.

“Yeah we really should,” Luke adds with laughter letting go of your hand in the process. “That was really weird feeling.”

The rest of the way to the airport is in silence, with music in the background. Just as Jack parks his car, you finish eating your burrito.

“Okay! Our flight takes off in two hours, so we should hurry up,” you sing as you get out of the car and jog towards the trunk to pull out your suitcase.

Just as you are about to pull it out, Jacks hand stops you making a low ‘tsk tsk tsk’ sound.

“What?” you look at him with a bored expression. “I’m not allowed to get my own suitcase, or what?”

“No, you are not!” Jack says pushing you gently away so you hit Luke's chest and Jack can pull out your suitcase and place it in front of you. “Here you go, princess.”

With a roll of your eyes, you grab the handle of the suitcase and make your way inside the airport building.

“Oh, my baby!” Ellen shrieks as soon as she sees you. You let go of your suitcase, leaving it behind you as you run into her arm.

You both wrap your arms around each other as soon as you collide together. Ellen wraps her hands tightly around your figure. You melt into her embrace, snuggling your head in the crock of her neck.

“Mom.” you breathe out, moving even closer to her hug.

“MOM!” Jack and Luke say in unison with disbelief written on their faces.

“We are your babies!” Luke cries out, shaking his head.

“Oh, c’mon guys! You know she loves her more than you!” Jim laughs pulling Luke in a tight hug, while Jack is hugging his older brother.

“Yeah, we do!” Quinn laughs pulling away from Jack, who is looking at his mom and girlfriend having their moment as they whisper about something.

“Okay, mom! It’s my turn with y/n!” he gently pushes mom away from y/n pulling his future sister-in-law into a hug.

“Oh, c’mere Luke!” Ellen sings pulling his youngest son in a hug and kissing his cheeks.

“Okay, everyone greeted everyone?” Jim asks, his hands crossed on his chest, as he watches his family smile and laugh.

“Yeah, grumpy man!” Jack chuckles ducking his head from Jim’s hand.

You just shake your head at his childishness, and you make your way towards the airport entrance with Ellen.

“Okay! Y/n, Jack, you two are going with Quinn, Luke you are coming with us!” Ellen commands, turning around and smiling at her boys.

“Okay!” Luke salutes jogging to his parents’ car and waits for Jin to open it, so he can jump inside.

With a wave, you say goodbye to the three of them and make your way to Quinn’s car.

The ride home was quick for you. You barely said a word to Quinn, because you, yet again, fell asleep in the backseat and slept through the one-hour ride, only to be woken up by Jack who is carrying in arms.

“Sleep baby! It’s already nine pm. We’re leaving at six in the morning,” He says as he lays you down in his bed. “I’m going down for a while, mom made a diner, so if you want I can bring you some.” he cocks his head caressing your cheek.

“No that’s okay, I’ll come with you, I’m hungry,” you mumble and rub your eyes as you sit up. Jack chuckles helping you sit up and then stand up. “Did I sleep the whole ride home?” you ask looking at him with something written on your face, that Jack can’t identify.

“Yeah, you fell asleep the minute you sat in the car.” he laughs, grabs your hand and together you make your way downstairs to the kitchen.

“Hi there sleeping beauty.” Quinn grins at you from behind the table.

“Leave her alone Quinn.” Ellen swats her hand across Quinn's arm while urging us to sit down.

“So we’re leaving at six in the morning, I already made some food for us, while we’ll wait there. At the airport, there’ll already be a car waiting for us, with everything in it.” she smiles, handing you a bowl with a salad.

“Oh, I cannot wait!” Luke jumps on his hair, almost dropping the plate he is holding in the air as he waits for you to scoop up a portion of food.

The rest of the dinner is followed by laughter, stupid jokes falling for your mouths, and a few kisses that Jack steals from you.

“Shit! Luke! Watch where you are going!” Quinn yells when the tent they are building almost falls.

“Sorry! It’s not my fault that the stick was so long!” he throws his hands in the air in defeat.

“Well, you have eyes so you should have looked around before going somewhere!” Quinn yells again, shaking his head at his youngest brother's stupidity.

“I said I’m sorry!” he sighs with a shake of his head and starts to help Quinn build the tent again.

You and Jack just laugh quietly as you watch the two build it over again. “I’m glad I’m not building it with them.” he giggles and pulls you closer to him.

“What is going on?” Ellen asks with confusion written on her face. She sits next to you on the wooden bench with Jim following her motions.

“Agh,” Jack sighs with a chuckle looking down at you. “Long story short, Luke is stupid.”

“What did he do?” Jim looks over at his middle son with curiosity.

“He almost tore down the tent with the stick he was trying to put inside the holes,” you explain, leaning more into Jack's warm body.

“Oh my…” he pinches the bridge of his nose shaking his head. “I have no idea where we found him El, but I’m pretty sure he can’t be our son.” As soon as he finishes his words he earns a smack from his wife as she shakes his head at him.

“Need some help, you two?!” you yell at them when you see how they’re building their tent.

“No, we got it! But thanks!” Quinn yells back sending you a shiny smile.

“Well, then, we can set a fire in the meantime,” Jack asks, looking around for some wood.

“Oh, about this! I talked with the firefighters, and they told me we could set a fire, but it must be covered at the sides, and we needed to water the area around it so the fire would not expand.” Jim says stopping his son from going somewhere.

“Okay. We can look at what we have packed for the bonfire and then we can build it.” Ellen suggests, cocking her head to the side.

“Sounds like a plan.” Jim smiles and kisses the side of his wife’s head.

“Finally.” Quinn laughs, fist-bumping his brother.

“Finally.” Luke sighs, breathing heavily.

“Dumb and Dumber.” Jack shakes his head and tightens his arms around you.

“Don’t be mean. They’re your brothers.” you jab him in the ribs lightly, pouting your lips.

“I know baby. Sorry.” he sighs. He knows that you hate when he’s mean to his brothers. He knows you blame yourself for your siblings not talking to you. And he’s trying his best to let you know that his siblings are yours too.

“Jack?” you whisper in his ear when he listens to Quinn talk about something.

“Yes, baby? " Immediately, he turns his attention on you, his eyes searching yours and his hands tightening their grip on your waist.

“Come to the tent in seven minutes,” you whisper, your lips touching the side of his ear, sending shivers down his neck. You stand up immediately, earning attention from everyone. I’m going to sleep. My head is hurting,” you explain, wrapping your hands around yourself. Night.”

“Night, y/n!” Quinn and Luke say in unison, chuckling immediately.

“Night, sweetheart.” Ellen smiles at you and Jim nods his head with a small smile lingering on his lips. You turn around and walk to the tent, not forgetting to wink at your boyfriend.

Jack shifts in his seat, adjusting his pants. “Fuck.” he mumbles under his nose and looks at his phone counting down the seconds before he can stand up and leave.

As soon as the seven-minute limit runs out, Jack excuses himself, saying he doesn’t want to leave y/n alone when she’s feeling sick.

He tries not to look desperate, but he hears Quinn’s chuckle already knowing what is following.

“Don’t be too loud. There is a kid!” He teases, his middle brother earning a middle finger from him.

Jack opens their tent and slips inside, smirking immediately when he sees you sitting in those cute pajamas under the duvet.

“Hey, my love!” he whispers and crawls to you stealing a kiss from you.

“Hi Jacky,” you mumble in the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into you.

“What was that for?” he asks as soon as he pulls away from the deep kiss.

“I just wanted to show you how much I love you,” you shrug, grinning at him because you know he knows it’s not true.

“Oh you do?” he teases you, slowly lying at you, pressing his already hard cock into your belly. “Well then you should show me how much you love me and get naked.” he cocks his head to the side, slapping your ass harshly.

In a few seconds, you are lying under him with nothing on just like Jack. “Fuck I missed you, baby. It has been too long without you,” he murmurs in your neck as he traces his way down to your breasts with kisses.

“It was only two weeks, Jacky.” You moan when his lips close around your left nipple sucking hard on it while his fingers pinch your right one making you let out a little louder moan.

He releases your nipple with a pop, looking at you with a devilish smirk. He reaches for your panties, which are right next to you, and stuffs them in your mouth, earning a gasp from you.

“I need you to be quiet. I know you like to be vocal, but my brothers and family are here, and I don’t want them to hear your beautiful noises.”

he smirks, kissing your forehead and nose before looking down at you again. “Now will you be my good girl and be quiet?”

Eagerly you nod your head, waiting for Jack to do what he has in plan. He reaches between the two of you, palming his cock and sliding it between your lower lips to feel how wet you already are.

You moan at the feeling of his cock on your pussy, and instinctively wrap your legs around his waist and arms around his neck to keep him in place.

Slowly he pushes his dick inside you, inch by inch until he’s balls deep inside you. “Just like that y/n, keep squeezing around me.” He murmurs in your ear slowly moving his hips while his lips suck on your neck, drawing more moans from you.

You can feel a strip of saliva running down your chin as you moan loudly around the panties in your mouth. “Jack,” you try to say, but it’s harder than you thought with the panties.

“I know my love,” he whispers thrusting into you more intensively and roughly. His hand moves to your leg so he can bring it on his shoulder, to change the angle and thrusts deeper into you.

You moan and dig your nails into his back as you squeeze around his cock, your juices coating his cock and balls.

You pull the panties away from your mouth, gripping Jack’s neck and pulling him in for a kiss. “I’m going to cum, Jack!” you whimper in the kiss, tightening your legs around his waist and grinding on him.

“Then come, baby! Coat my cock in your juices,” he says in a rough voice his hand moving down to your clit circling it with the right pressure.

A few hard thrusts later you are falling apart in his arms, your legs shaking around his waist. Jack thrusts into you a few more times before his orgasm hits him and he collapses on top of you.

“Wow, that, that was something.” he breathes out placing soft kisses on your neck and slowly reaching your lips.

“I love you, Jack. Just want you to know,” you say nervously, caressing his cheek when he pulls away from you.

“I know, and I love you,” he says softly, brushing the hair away from your face. “Now get some rest baby,” he says moving you around, so you rest on his chest.

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cowboylikeyouu · 3 months ago

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🦾 WINTERHAWK RECS 🏹

@bl0ssomized asked for some winterhawk fic recs & i took that as my sign to finally sit down, go through my 500+ bookmarks and provide y'all with my fav fics <3 if you end up reading/enjoying any of these, PLEASE make sure to leave a comment on ao3, the authors deserve all the nice words in the world!!

about this list:

most of these fics are pretty popular in the fandom, so this list is more directed at new fans just joining the winterhawk paradise!! (there's a lot on here tho, so maybe you find one you haven't read yet)

mika/bee asked for little to no smut, so i'm not gonna rec any pwp works here (with a few exceptions). if you want smut recs, hmu tho, i got y'all

there's obviously still smut in many of these fics, but i tried to tell you if it's important/skippable or not. if you don't mind smut i obviously recommend reading it bc GOD these authors just know their shit, but i think nobody should miss out on the amazing long fics just bc they don't like smut :)

i put a "notes" section for every fic where i just yap about it and/or my feelings towards it for a bit bc i literally can't shut up about these two guys.

alright, i think that's all, let's go!! pls tell me if i messed up the links somwhere :)

50k+ words

Lucky In Love by dr_girlfriend

words: ~60k

important tags: no powers AU, oh my god they were roommates!, friends to lovers, mutual pining

notes: every time i give winterhawk recs to a new fan i start with lucky in love, bc even tho it’s an AU, it has soo many of the typical winterhawk tropes i love so much. PLUS: roomates. and lucky. and every chapter is titled “aw, [something], no” and i find that way too funny to not mention. idk it’s just one of that fics that gives me the warmest & fuzziest of warm fuzzy feelings and i think everyone should read it.

smut: even tho it has the wonderful, wonderful tag “not gonna tag every sex act just trust me there’s plenty”, there’s actually not that many. in my opinion, the perfect amount for a 60k, 21 chapters winterhawk fic. it’s quite a slow-burn, so they’re only in the later chapters anyway, and the build up to it is soOoo good. this is one of the fics where i know exactly where to find the smut scenes so feel free to hmu.

Like Real People Do by Kangofu_CB

words: ~67k

important tags: “i actually just wanted to watch these two idiots fall in love in a secluded cabin ok”; civil war fix it

notes: no one, NO ONE gets me like this fic, it checks like every single one of my boxes. perfection. not lying when i say it’s my favorite fic of all time. it doesn’t have a special premise or anything, but that’s the good thing about it. it’s just so… cozy. comfy. feels like home. i can’t even remember if like real people do is my favorite hozier song because of this fic or if it’s my fav fic bc like real people do is my fav hozier song, but i know that i never cried as hard as i did when i heard lrpd live and could only think about this fic. nothing makes me feel as good as re-reading this story, i want to eat it.

smut: yes, but only like 2,5 scenes. hmu and i tell you the exact fucking paragraph number or smth, this fic is literally engraved in my soul. thank you CB. some day i’ll leave a 2k words comment on every single chapter.

The Other Man out of Time by sara_holmes

words: ~97k

important tags: time travel, falling in love, clint barton centric

notes: okay, objectively speaking: this is the best winterhawk fic in existence. not my absolute favorite bc it makes me cry too much, but definitely top 3. no other winterhawk fic made me sob this hard, no other winterhawk fic makes me wanna curl up on the floor and cry for an hour every time i think about it. that being said: IT HAS A HAPPY ENDING!!! and a lot of stuff in between is SO sweet as well. premise is basically: clint travels back in time and fights in wwii alongside bucky and they fall in love. and then bucky!canon happens. you get it? you get it. it’s- UGH it’s so good. jesus. i’m crying.

smut: a few short sexy scenes i think, but no SMUT smut, and it’s definitely definitely DEFINITELY not the focus of the story. can’t emphasise enough how much everyone should read this

Hipsters get Remembered, Legend’s Never Die by sara_holmes

words: ~90k

important tags: millennial bucky barnes, awesome clint barton, recovery

notes: millennial bucky is one of the most entertaining things fandom came up with, and this fic is the epitome of that trope. love love LOVE. plus, clint’s really fucking awesome in this.

smut: yes, but only like two or three times in 11 chapters, easily skippable

Puzzle Pieces (series) by sara_holmes

words: ~446k

important tags: steve/tony, kid fic, emotional hurt

notes: if you don’t like stony this one isn’t for you, just skip to next one :) if you like stony: GOD pls read puzzle pieces!! the first 200k words fic is stony focused and has only pre-slash winterhawk, but even tho they don’t get together in this one yet it’s literally one of my favorite clint/bucky portrayals of all time, no one gets them like sara, it’s perfect. the stony/kid fic storyline is SO amazing as well, so if that’s your cup of tea, check. it. out. after that they’re a few longer winterhawk instalments, and while some of them are really angsty and painful, there’s always a happy ending. god i need to re-read this entire thing. it makes me wanna cry and throw up in all the good ways.

smut: some, but you can definitely skip it.

I’ll keep you safe here with me by sara_holmes

words: ~110k

important tags: kidnapping, PTSD, mind control aftermath & recovery

notes: ngl i haven’t read this one in a long time, but everything by sara is perfect and this one’s one of the most kudo’d winterhawk fics, so it’s basically a must read. everyone needs to read a good clint & the winter soldier fic at least once

smut: it’s rated mature, so no really explicit smut. can’t remember if they don’t get a bit horny tho.

A Heart Worth Loving by Kangofu_CB

words: ~82k

important tages: soulmate AU, no powers AU, modern bucky barnes, forced cohabitation

notes: GOOD FUCKING SOUP. soulmate au AND they were roommates????? beat that. it takes them ages to figure out they’re soulmates, which makes this equally amazing and frustrating, but it’s all so so worth it

smut: yes, at the end of it. you CAN skip it, although i recommend skimming through it and read the dialogue parts and stuff.

if you were a mythical thing by Kangofu_CB

words: ~75k

important tags: teachers au, kid fic, werewolves

notes: quick story time for this one bc i remember it so so well lmao: winterhawk olympic bang 2022, most authors had started to post their fics except for CB and i KNEW she had written one, and i was literally checking my emails every hour for days. and then she finally posted it and i already started screaming when i saw the taylor lyrics as a title, and then i read those three tags and literally had to sit on my floor for 20 minutes to calm down bc i was so excited. i remember posting like 20 stories on my private insta that were just me keysmashing lmaoo. idk but teachers + kid fic + werewolves is just such a BONKERS combination, and i can promise you’re in for a treat, it’s so so fun. 15/10.

smut: yes, but it takes some time to get there and it’s skippable

Adventures in dogsitting by Call_Me_Kayyyyy

words: ~53k

important tags: friends to lovers, dogsitting, pining

notes: another olympic bang fic, thank you. cute, fun, lots of lucky content :) good soup

smut: NO SMUT

Under My skin (series) by finely honed

words: ~360k

important tags: Steve/Tony (the “main” instalment is stony focused), PTSD, Life after the army, AU - Tattoo Parlour

notes: the “first” instalment is a stony fic (one of my all time favs honestly) but with a lot of amazing side-winterhawk, and there’s a winterhawk spin-off, that’s a prequel to the stony arc, so you can just read that first if you want. it was one of the first english winterhawk fics i’ve ever read and it always makes me wanna cry when i think about it (in a good way).

smut: they’re quite horny in both big instalments, but i would say the smut is skippable. it’s not un-important for both the winterhawk and the stony dynamic tho, so i wouldn’t recommend doing that

This is Not a Date, it’s a Kidnapping by sara_holmes

words: ~50k

important tags: Fake Kidnapping, also real kidnapping, Bucky Barnes recovering, fake relationship

notes: all sara_holmes is good sara_holmes, but this one’s one of my favs, it’s just so fun. GOD i miss winterhawk olympic bang 2021, this was such a blast to read when it first came out!!

smut: NO SMUT

Freedom’s Reach by dr_girlfriend

words: ~68k

important tags: arranged marriage, western/historical AU, slow burn

notes: aaaand another winterhawk olympic bang 2021 fic! pretty sure this one was my fav during the bang, like i remember hitting up a friend of mine and screaming at each other for like an hour every time a new chapter dropped, we were SO invested. very good soup.

smut: yes, but it’s a sloooow build, so it’s only in the later chapters. pretty sure it’s easily skippable

ghost in the machine by squadrickchestopher

words: ~75k

important tags: fake character death, heavy angst, ghosts, loneliness

notes: UGHHHH clint “dies”, becomes a ghost and only bucky can see him. touch starved clint final boss basically. amazing shit. painful shit. (happy ending tho)

smut: it’s rated explicit and it’s by squaddy, so i’m like 99% sure there’s smut, i actually can’t remember tho lmao

Barton’s Halfway House for Ex-Brainwashed Assassins (series) by Kangofu_CB

words: ~90k

important tags: the slowest burn, the mcu reimagined completely, accidental baby acquisition, found family, kid fic

notes: this one’s an ongoing series, and it’s such an amazing one, you can feel all the love that’s been put into this. you have to go through like 60k of slow burn before winterhawk actually happens, but it’s soooo worth it. plus: kid fic. kid fic’s always good.

smut: yes, but only in the 3rd part and the short pwp oneshot. easily skippable

something magic, something tragic by squadrickchestopher

words: ~55k

important tags: supernatural elements, vampire bucky, enemies to lovers

notes: VAMPIRES!!! that should be enough to convince you to read this fic!! and it’s by squaddy, it literally can’t be bad if it’s by squaddy.

smut: ughhh not entirely sure, pretty sure the mature rating is mostly for violence, but, again, it’s squaddy, so it’s very possible there’s some sexy stuff hiding in there.

Sweet Home Was Home by there_must_be_a_lock

words: ~110k

important tags: “i sorta made my own franken-canon”, christmas fluff, soft feelings

notes: i found this one on accident once when i wasn’t really expecting to find another PERFECT long ass winterhawk fic i haven’t read yet, and then i binge-read it in one night, and it’s honestly one of the best i’ve ever read, it’s so so soft and… healing. for both bucky and clint and myself. it’s really not as popular as it should be imo, definitely worthy of a place on the first page of the ship tag!! highly HIGHLY recommend checking it out!!

smut: yes, but skippable

10k - 50k words

Starving for the Light by thepartyresponsible

words: ~45k

important tags: magic AU, soul bond

notes: jesus christ i wanna eat this fic so bad. definitely my favorite 2021 winterhawk olympic bang fic, it’s just THAT good. need to re-read it entirely to make sure, but i think it’s in my top 10 if not top 5 fav winterhawk fics of all time. clint’s just so… beautiful in this, idk how else to describe it. and idk, it has a such a unique premise and setting, i love everything about it.

smut: yes, but skippable.

Historic Features by flawedamythyst

words: ~19k

important tags: ghosts AU, homophobic violence

notes: oooohhh my god, don’t make me think about this fic i’m gonna cry. it’s actually pretty fun and cute and fucking awesome, but clint & bucky’s backstory in this?? i’m ugly crying, leave me alone. premise is basically: they’re ghosts and haunting the apartment they died in years ago, scaring everyone who tries to live there out of it. then steve and tony wanna move in. it’s fucking great.

smut: NO SMUT

Call It What You Want To by Kangofu_CB

words: ~48k

important tags: modern bucky barnes, sugar daddy

notes: clint becomes bucky’s sugar daddy on accident without realising and it’s the funniest fucking shit i’ve ever seen, god i love him so much. plus, again,,, millennial bucky barnes. gimme all the millennial bucky barnes.

smut: 3 or 4 scenes i think, starting as early as chapter… 2??? i think??? pretty skippable tho, as long as you read like the foreplay and everything.

A Thistle Cannot Grow by ccbytheseashore

words: ~12k

important tags: kid fic, developing relationship

notes: AHHHSDJGHSKJDHG. enough right?? i’m always a sucker for some good dad!clint & soft!bucky content. this one’s so so sweet it’s one of my main comfort fics, can’t recommend it enough if you love kid fics!

smut: yes, but it’s literally only like 500 words of frotting, you know when it’s coming and you know when it’s over :) (it’s amazing tho)

Attachments by Lissadiane

words: ~22k

important tags: high school au, mother hen bucky barnes, clint barton needs a hug

notes: i KNOW many people don’t like high school AUs and i don’t fucking care. teenage winterhawk has so much potential, i love them to death. which is exactly why you should read this ;)

smut: NO SMUT

Outnumbered by sara_holmes

words: ~18k

important tags: kid fic, triplets, no powers AU, bucky comes home to new york

notes: another single dad clint fic, but give him 3 boys this time!! —> chaos. amazing chaos. + amazing bucky. good soup.

smut: NO SMUT

Once Lost (now found) by Teeelsie

words: 40k

important tags: hurt clint barton, on the run, self sacrifice

notes: hurt clint barton final boss. this was written for whumptober, so you can imagine how bad it gets. SO worth it tho, even if you don’t really love that kind of stuff!

smut: NO SMUT (pretty sure clint’s too hurt to have any kind of sexual thoughts <3 stupid stupid stubborn man. i love him so much)

The Best Worst Thing (that hasn’t happened to you yet) by sara_holmes

words: ~48k

important tags: enemies to friends to lovers, rescue missions

notes: if you’re into comic winterhawk and read their tales of suspense run, you should definitely read this fic. if you haven’t read tales of suspense, go do that now and then come back to the fic, bc it’s basically a rewrite that gives us the bucky/clint & nat dynamic we fucking deserve

smut: don’t think so?

skylines and tan lines by flawedamythyst

words: ~33k

important tags: no powers AU, coronovirus lockdown, long distance flirting

notes: this was literally my fav fic during lockdown, i’m not lying when i say i read this at least 20 times in 2020/21 lmaoo. it’s just such a fun concept; bucky’s living with peggy/steve, and their dynamic is so enjoyable.

smut: there’s quite a bit of sexting & phone sex, plus a smut scene at the end. doesn’t take up the entire fic tho, and the rest is worth it as well.

Behind Bars by sara_holmes and Behind Bares (On The Other Side Remix) by flawedamythyst

words: ~32k (sara), ~25k (amy)

important tags: prison AU

notes: sara’s fic is the original, amy remixed it and wrote if from clint’s pov (with quite some changes). i love both fics, but i definitely read the remix more often and prefer it, but i highly recommend reading both, they’re amazing!! clint & bucky are cell mates!!! and it’s angsty!! a little bit!!

smut: can’t remember what it’s like in sara’s version, but it’s only rated mature soo... there’s definitely one or two smut scenes in amy’s fic, but easilyyy skippable, only like a few handjobs or smth i think.

What do you mean we left Clint on Mars? by sara_holmes

words: ~25k

important tags: outer space, falling in love, clint feels

notes: a classic. falling in love long-distance is soo fun, and i love it when author’s touch-starve clint, so there’s that <3

smut: NO SMUT

A Christmas Miracle: Getting Lucky by Lissadiane

words: ~11k

important tags: christams, hallmark fic

notes: LUCKY!!!! i read this every single christmas. you should too. you’re welcome.

smut: NO SMUT

Dear Super-Secret Diary by flawedamythyst

words: ~16k

important tags: christmas fluff

notes: clint is bored and gets a diary (and the guy). a christmas must-read, it’s fun and cute and fluffy!!! one of the few times i will accept first person narration bc, well, it’s a goddamn diary

smut: NO SMUT

winterhawk punks in love (series) by 1000_directions

words: ~19k words

important tags: punk au, amputee bucky, deaf clint, ptsd, emotional hurt/comfort, recovery

notes: punk!winterhawk is so important to me I NEED MORE OF IT!!! this one’s such a perfect mix of happiness and angst and comfort UGH it just hits that spot.

smut: yes, but the fic’s still amazing if u skip it

Apple Of My Eye by flawedamythyst

words: ~40k

important tags: clint barton’s farm, found family, domestic

notes: FARM FIC FARM FIC FARM FIC!!! bucky, clint and wanda basically start an apple business on his farm, and it’s just soo comfy and awesome.

smut: NO SMUT

Alone in the Bitterness by Lissadiane

words: ~16k

important tags: no pwers au, nurse bucky, disaster clint

notes: nurse bucky nurse bucky nurse bucky nurse bucky!!! do i have to say more??

smut: NO SMUT

Team Spirit by Noxnthea

words: 17k

important tags: case fic, enemies to lovers lite

notes: noxnthea is such an underrated author it’s a literal crime. i normally don’t love case fics that much, but this is a ghost hunters case fic AND their banter is so fun that it really doesn’t matter for me this time

smut: NO SMUT

Reach Out by Kangofu_CB

words: ~11k

important tags: 5+1, a lot of sex tags, porn with feelings, feelings realisation

notes: CB’s smut always hits different, and idk, the +1 of this is just sooo funny and adorable, i love it to death. read this more times than i’ll admit.

smut: basically pwp, big no no if you don’t like smut.

Storms Within (Bridges Rebuilt) by Kangofu_CB

words: ~11k

important tags: star wars setting, force sensitive bucky & clint, crack treated seriously

notes: guys you can’t imagine my excitement when the notif for this fic popped up in my emails. luke skywalker is one of my top 10 all time fav fictional characters AND HERE HE IS INTERACTING W MY FAV BOYS IN THE ENTIRE WORLD!!!! it’s so so good, if you’re into star wars you’re gonna love it!! (even if not, it’s by CB, impossible to not enjoy)

smut: NO SMUT

Draw, Breathe, Fire by FestiveFerret

words: ~15k

important tags: falling in love, flirting, banter

notes: haven’t read this in a long time, but i’m pretty sure it was like a perfect little bucky-recovering-and-falling-in-love-with-clint-while-living-in-the-tower-fic. he learns archery!! pretty sure they also adopt a ferret or something???? good shit

smut: NO SMUT

Hoist a Black Flag by Kangofu_CB

words: ~11k

important tags: pirate au

notes: ITS BASICALLY AN OFMD AU OKAY HOW CAN U NOT LOVE IT???

smut: yes, but skippable

Cupid’s Arrows by flawedamythyst

words: ~14k

important tags: office AU, valentine’s day

notes: clint dressed up as cupid, bad pick up lines, shenanigans. haven’t read this in quite a while, but i remember i enjoyed it A LOT a few years ago and re-read it multiple times!!

smut: NO SMUT

The Best Thing since a Double-Shot Expresso by sara_holmes

words: ~11k

important tags: coffee shop AU, misunderstandings, getting together

notes: friends to lovers final boss. they’ve been best friends (husbands) for years and literally live together, and it takes them an insane amount of jealousy and steve’s ass to finally get together. such a fun read, highly HIGHLY recommend

smut: NO SMUT

Habits of My Heart by Kangofu_CB

words: ~18k

important tags: Fuckbuddies to Lovers, no powers AU, grindr

notes: fuckbuddies to lovers with loads of pining will always be THE most realistic winterhawk depiction for me, sorry not sorry. this one’s extra fun bc steve and nat have been trying to set them up for months, but they’ve been already hooking up for months. it’s great.

smut: yes, but easily skippable.

In Which Peter Is Everyone’s Favourite Avenger by DestroyedConscience

words: ~25k

important tags: Twitter, everyone is gay, gen z humor

notes: look, this is an unfinished, non-winterhawk-centric twitter fic, but as a fellow winterhawk twitter fic author i just HAVE to recommend it. if u like this kind of thing, go check it out, it’s so fun :)

smut: NO SMUT

Look What The Cat Dragged In by flawedamythyst

words: 22k

important tags: Bucky Barnes is a cat lover, domestic fluff

notes: i haven’t read this in years, but i KNOW it was great. at this point just go check out amy’s account and read all of her winterhawk fics, she has over a hundred and they’re all great!! but this one has them co-parenting alpine, so it’s extra great!!

smut: NO SMUT

My Heart Will Be Your Home by dr_girlfriend

words: ~49k

important tags: soulmates au, single parent clint barton

notes: soulmate au plus kid fic guys, i repeat, SOULMATE AU PLUS KID FIC GUYS!!! BY DR GIRLFRIEND!!!! GOD i miss winterhawk olympic bang 21/22 this one was such a blast to read when it first came out.

smut: yes, but skippable

Chrome Plated Heart by dr_girlfriend

words: ~20k

important tags: pacific rim fusion

notes: i’ve never seen pacific rim and i still had a blast reading this one!! (she put a basic explanation for it somewhere in the story notes, so dw about it!!). it was SO nice to read a fic where they’re not heavily traumatised and just have a chill, easy getting together. really sweet stuff

smut: NO SMUT!!

Know When To Hold ‘Em by flawedamythyst

words: ~11k

important tags: exes to lovers, no powers au, cambling

notes: UGHHH i need more fics like this one, it’s so so SO good!! flashes back and forth to the time when they were first together and when they meet again and skjdghlksdhg my heart just hurts so much for both of them. (happy ending tho dw, clint’s just so sad in the present and it hurts my soul)

smut: yeah, the part in the present is basically just one big smut scene but it’s soOoOoO emotional and i always love me some emotional smut

Christmas in Colour by mariana_oconnor

words: ~12k

important tags: soulmates see in colour, christmas fluff

notes: SOULMATES SEE IN COLOUR !!!!! *swoons so hard she falls to the floor* top 3 best soulmates tropes i dont make the rules i love it so much. ESPECIALLY when it’s with a character like clint who usually has a colour he loves SO SO much. a christmas must read :)

smut: NO SMUT

Chaos By Another Name by shatteredhourglass

words: ~13k

important tags: dimension travel, time travel, friends to lovers

notes: DIMENSION-HOPPING TIME-TRAVEL ADVENTURE GUYS!!! why wouldn’t you wanna read it???

smut: yes

I Still Choose You (The Public Domain Remix) by mariana_oconnor

words: ~14k

important tags: soulmates at first kiss, fake/pretend relationship

notes: have a fic with two of the best tropes ever, you’re so very welcome. plus plus PLUS: demisexual bucky. as a demisexual/asexual/still trying to figure it out lesbian, i’m always ALWAYS here for any kind of ace spectrum winterhawk, so yeah.

smut: NO SMUT

the road rising up to meet me by veryrach

words: ~24k

important tags: pining, sexual reawakening, chaotic slutty clint barton

notes: MORE DEMISEXUAL BUCKY!!! AND HOT CLINT!!! no other words needed. read it.

smut: i’m so sorry but i can’t remember if it gets SMUTTY smutty. but there’s definitely a lot of sexual themes i mean look at the tags lmao

Showdown by shatteredhourglass

words: ~14k

important tags: fake/pretend relationship; fluff

notes: breaking my silence: fake dating might me my fav trope of all time. in this one they’re pretending to date for the sole purpose of annoying steve and tony and i think that’s the best thing ever.

smut: NO SMUT

Light the Spark by dr_girlfriend

words: ~26k

important tags: fake/pretend relationship, mutual pining, enemies to friends to lovers

notes: aaaand the next fake dating fic >:) the enemies arc is like 0.2 seconds, blink and you miss it, but whoooo cares, we’re here for the fake dating & pining guys!!!

smut: yes, but you can skip it!

-10k words

Wine and Pine by feathers_and_cigarettes

words: 6k

Important tags: Touch-Starved, Fake Marriage, pining!clint

Notes: this is one of those fics i always come back to without realising and it always hits that spot. like i said, fake dating is my favorite trope, and MISSION fake dating???? i'm in heaven

smut: there’s quite a bit of smut, but it’s at the end and even if you stop reading after they kiss it’s really worth it.

Over Easy by Lissadiane

words: ~9k

important tags: hook up gone awry, awkwardly crashing the birth of a baby

notes: need y’all to know that this has one of my all time fav smut scenes, i kinda know it by heart. don’t quote me on that, this is our secret. this one’s just so so SO much fun, i’m having the time of my life every time i read it (which is at least like once a month)

smut: yes, and it’s kinda the best part, but everything else is so fun as well that i really wouldn’t wanna miss out on it

The Love You Deserve by flawedamythyst

words: ~8k

important tags: unhappy family holidays, homophobia, family issues, jewish bucky barnes

notes: another must-read christmas fic for me; clint goes home for christmas to an uncle of his or something but they all turn out to be homophobic assholes or something and then bucky shows up to save the day <3

smut: NO SMUT

what you really, really want by Noxnthea

words: ~8k

important tags: pining, misunderstandings

notes: *blurts out* THEYVE BEEN IN LOVE FOR AGES AND THEN WANDA HEXES THEM SO THEY THINK THEVE BEEN DATING FOR YEARS!!! this is SUCH an underrated fic, it doesn’t even have 200 kudos like wtf??? SHOW IT SOME LOVE!!!

smut: NO SMUT

The 300 Club by Noxnthea

words: ~10k

important tags: no powers au, scientist clint & bucky

notes: there aren’t enough scientist winterhawk AUs so HUGE THANKS noxnthea for feeding us. i will literally haunt you if you don’t read this one, ITS SO UNDERRATED!!! AND SO FUN!!

smut: NO SMUT

For Everything There is A Season by dr_girlfriend

words: ~9.7k

important tags: crack fic, secret service agent!bucky, small business owner!clint barton

notes: crack fics are always gold and this one especially, it’s such a ridiculous idea, how could you not love it? always a very fun read!

smut: NO SMUT

Background Noise by Reremouse

words: ~8k

important tags: modern au, deaf clint barton

notes: MILLENIAL BUCKY!!! clint is bucky’s upstairs neighbour and extremely loud bc he’s well… deaf. lol. and bucky’s a night shift worker which really isn’t a good combo on first thought. but on second thought, these are clint and bucky, so OBVIOUSLY they’re gonna make a great combo out of it. it’s fuckign amazing. plus bucky & sam friendship!! good shit guys, good shit.

smut: NO SMUT

you didn’t hear that by jedusaur

words: ~2.6k

important tags: roomates, eavesdropping

notes: super self-indulgent rec, i always read this one when i need some cheering up lmao it’s just so fun and they’re kinda nasty and UGH. love. it explores the range of bucky’s super hearing. do with that what you want.

smut: yes. it explores the range of bucky’s super hearing in every way ;)

one more time by squadrickchestopher

words: ~4k

important tags: touch starved, hurt clint barton

notes: i don’t even know why i love this one so much, but it holds SUCH a special place in my heart. it might be my undying love for touch starved!clint who finally gets his well-needed hugs by bucky. there’s also an amazing podfic by flowerparrish for it, make sure to give kudso to them both!!!

smut: NO SMUT

the salt on your lips by veryrach

words: ~9k

important tags: kissing, an absolutely ridiculous lack of communication

notes: exactly what the tags say. it’s a 5+1 as well, WHAT ELSE DO YOU NEED IN LIFE???? 10/10. i remember waiting for months for the last few chapters and it was SO worth it!!

smut: NO SMUT

Love Potion No. 10 by Kangofu_CB

words: ~8k

important tags: love potion/spell, not actually unrequited love

notes: i won’t say anything about the story bc i don’t wanna spoiler it, but i’ll say that i re-read the second half of it at least once a month, it’s just THAT sweet.

smut: NO SMUT

There’s No ‘I’ In Denial by flawedamythyst

words: ~5k

important tags: truth spells

notes: clint gets hit by a magic truth gun and can’t lie anymore. such a fun & cute read every single time.

smut: NO SMUT

The Name of the Game by squadrickchestopher

words: ~6k

important tags: competition, trash talking, feelings realization

notes: this one’s just so so fun, it has allllllll the winterhawk banter anyone could ask for. and i always love me some competitive idiots in love

smut: NO SMUT

Full Barton by aw_writing_no

words: ~6k

important tags: no powers au, cop!bucky, human disaster clint

notes: what the tags say. clint embarrassing himself in front of bucky who enjoys it a bit too much gotta be one of my fav tropes.

smut: NO SMUT

one more little mistake by shatteredhourglass

words: ~3k

important tags: clint barton wears glasses, bucky barnes is horny for clint barton

notes: these tags are basically the entire fic lmaooo. it’s great, i love nothing more than HOT HOT HOT clint barton and bucky realising how hot he is

smut: almost lmao (they get interrupted while making out)

my hands no longer an afterthought by shatteredhourglass

words: ~3k

important tags: getting back together

notes: i have a sweet sweet SWEET spot for winterhawk getting back togethers if handled well, and this one handles it soo well.

smut: NO SMUT

Five Lies People Believe About Clint and Bucky by EVVS

words: ~1.5k

important tags: established relationship

notes: this is one of those fics i always go back to if i have a few minutes and need some (bitter)sweet fluff. it’s exactly what the title says, some lies are fun, some are painful, and all of them just hit that spot

smut: NO SMUT

My Sausage Brings Alll the Boys To The Yard by flawedamythyst

words: ~1.7k

important tags: bad flirting

notes: this one’s so stupid it probably shouldn’t be on here but i remember how i was reading this in class for the first time when i was still in school and i was almost pissing myself bc it made me laugh so hard. very fun, go read it >:(

smut: NO SMUT

bonus for the freaks:

Filthy Porn Fridays by squadrickchestopher

there’s 18 works so far, it’s smut smut smut aaaand - you guessed it - smut. if you wanna see the boys fuck nastily, this is your place to be.

(delicate tension is the best fic of the series, it’s actually a roadtrip AU and not just smut, highly highly recommend)

alrightyyy, i think that's it for now :) this took me quite some time so i'd appreciate some reblogs or whatever!! we need to spread some winterhawk love guys!!

all my love goes out to every author i mentioned here, and every other author who's ever written winterhawk. you guys are my heroes, idk what i'd do without you. literally ripping my heart into a thousand pieces and giving every single one of you a tiny part 💜

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⁺‧₊˚ just the tip 𖤐 swiss&phantom ˚₊‧⁺

❥ summary; they get a taste for it and it’s no longer just the tip ❥ warnings; transmasc!phantom, cunt&clit used within the fic, they’re idiots for each other, swiss begs, phantom lets him, it’s all consensual, alludes to cockwarming right at the end??? idk ❥ authors note; i still don’t remember how to tag so if there’s anything i missed feel free to let me know :)) anyways enjoy !!!❥ wc; 2.2k ₊˚⊹♡⁺‧₊˚𖤐 read on ao3; ˗ˏˋ ꒰꒰ here !! ꒱꒱ ˎˊ˗ 𖤐˚₊.⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

phantom knows what swiss is doing, what he’s slowly building up to, there’s no subtlety in his movements whatsoever. pushing up onto his elbows, phantom looks down between his thighs, mesmerised by the way swiss pushes the fat head of his cock up and down his cunt tortuously slow

“fuck swiss,” phantom whines high as he tilts his head back, jaw slack, lashes kissing his cheeks, blissed out. swiss hums, his gaze fixed on phantom’s hole clenching around nothing, dripping a steady stream of slick that swiss is quick to drag his cock through, further soaking his already wet head

they’ve been going at this for god only knows how long, phantom’s hips aching from the way his thighs are spread and pushed back, one of swiss’ large hands pressing down so hard phantom is sure he will have a hand shaped bruise on the back of his thigh for days to come

swiss sits back and rolls his hips forwards, nudging phantom’s little dick with the tip of his cock. both of their groans echo off the walls, as does the sticky wet sound the movement makes, “s-shit bug,” swiss groans and squeezes around the base of his cock, extinguishing the fire low in his belly, only slightly but it’ll do for now

phantom’s arms buckle, his back flopping down against his mattress. the slight bounce his body makes as it collides forces swiss’ tip to catch on his hole, “no, o-oh, swiss,” phantom whimpers, his hand shooting down to shove at swiss’ hip

a thick blurt of pre spurts from swiss’ cock, almost going to waste as it nearly drips onto the sheets but swiss swipes it up, hissing at the sensitivity of his ruddy head, almost flushed purple at this point. he plays with his mess, pressing his thumb and finger together and then pulling them apart slowly, strings of pre keeping them connected

“prettiest little dick i’ve ever seen,” swiss hums low, his voice like honey as he slots his slicked up fingers either side of phantom’s fat clit. phantom’s back arches something filthy, sheets sticking to his back with the way he’s starting to sweat. he shudders through a whimper, the same devastating reaction he has every time swiss praises his dick

swiss pinches at his dick lightly before sliding his fingers back and forth, a single stroke that makes phantom pant, something akin to a dog, though swiss is no better off, his cock kicking in the space between them, hanging between his legs pathetically hard and leaking

phantom’s fingers sink into his sides, gripping and grabbing and trying to pull, “fucking kiss me, please, swiss, kis-” his whimpered beg gets cut off as swiss leans over him, licking quickly at his bottom lip before open mouthed kissing him

in any other situation, it would be considered a bad kiss, a clang of fangs, swiss’ heated breath fanning over phantom’s mouth every time he pants, phantom’s tongue lolling out of his mouth, lapping at anything he can touch, swiss’ lips, fangs, even his cheek at one point, but right now, it’s what they both need, whether it can be considered a kiss or not

the pillow underneath phantom’s head rustles when he tilts his head back, mouth open, tongue out, his mind swimming too much to even partake in the kisses he asked for. swiss chuckles quietly, to himself, before letting his lips explore, a messy trail of spit and wet kisses being splattered down phantom’s neck

blunt nails rake down swiss chest, catching slightly on one of his nipples but they don’t stop, continuing lower and lower until phantom is thumbing at his slit, “bug,” swiss warns but his body betrays him, hips jerking and shoving his cock into phantom’s hand

“what?” phantom quips, dripping with innocence even though it’s terribly fake. swiss nips at his neck for his tone, worrying thin skin between his teeth, riding the very thin line between pain and pleasure, “oh, f-fuck, ah-, swiss,” phantom pants, winding his free hand into swiss’ hair to pull, not hard enough to unlatch swiss from his neck though

swiss licks and then kisses the blooming purple mark he’s leaving behind as he pulls back, holding his weight on his elbows, hovering over phantom, caging his body against the bed, “what?” swiss mocks with a smirk, leaning down to barely brush his lips against phantom’s, pulling away quickly when phantom tries to chase his kiss

phantom’s eyes roll lazily as he presses the tips of his fingers to swiss’ tip, nestling it right up under his clit, “move, do something, please,” phantom asks breathlessly, both ghouls looking down into the space between their bodies in anticipation and then, slowly, swiss pushes forward

neither ghoul stays staring down for long, both of their heads tipping back, synced groans rumbling from their chests as swiss pulls back and then pushes forward again, bullying his cock against phantom’s stiff dick, “f-fuck, that feels s’good,” phantom whispers, mouth hanging open, his eyes blinking up at swiss wetly

“yeah, yeah, fuckin’ does,” swiss growls, his hips speeding up, falling into a rhythm that makes phantom feel dizzy, a never ending stream of whimpers pour from his mouth when swiss looks down at him and holds his eye contact, the blush that fans over phantom’s cheeks doesn’t go unnoticed by swiss

the multi ghoul dips to press a kiss right on phantom’s cheekbones, one on each side before capturing phantom’s lips in a kiss, pulling away after just a second to brush side to side but phantom tilts his chin up, pouts and half whines, half hums and swiss can’t deny him, prepared to kiss him until the breath in his lungs runs out, as long as that’s what phantom wants

the whole situation becomes messy, swiss’ cock throbs and pulses, spitting pre over phantom’s cunt with every wet slide, aided by the slick practically pouring from phantom’s hole, something they can hear when phantom clenches around nothing, a vulgar wet sound that swiss wants to hear, needs to hear, for the rest of his life

spit bubbles at phantoms lips, spilling and running down his chin while he struggles to keep up with the way swiss is kissing him. phantom is sweating properly now, his dark hair starting to stick at his forehead and the hairs at the base of his neck starting to curl with the heat. his fingers sink into swiss’ shoulder, claws pricking and drawing blood to the surface

“more, fuck-ing need more,” phantom hiccups when swiss gives him a moment to breath, his lungs expanding, chest pressing to swiss’ with it, “swiss, oh fuck, please please please,” he cries, frantic and overwhelmed, his pulse hammering in his ears

swiss slows his hips against phantom’s whiny protest, “okay baby, what d’ya need?” he asks gently, pressing his lips to phantom’s sweaty hairline, a soothing movement that he thinks phantom needs, “gonna let me put it in?” swiss mumbles, pulling his hips back enough for his tip to slide down phantom’s cunt, resting against his hot little hole

phantom nods…and then shakes his head, “y-you can’t, we can’t, what if i, you,” he rambles, a sorry state of affairs but swiss doesn’t tease him about it, his lips peppering kisses over purple freckles at phantom’s temple

“just the tip?” swiss suggests, hopeful. his point driven home by his cock pressing forwards, prodding at phantom’s cunt, an centimetre more and he’d be pushing in. swiss pulls back to look at phantom, who is gone, heavy eyelids half shut, mouth hung open in a silent moan

the suggestion makes phantom’s hole clench, kissing swiss’ tip with a sticky sound, a filthy mix of slick and pre pooling just inside him, threatening to spill out at any second, “just the tip,” phantom repeats, barely a whisper but swiss nods his head and well, that’s that

swiss sucks in a breath, fills his cheeks with it before sinking his fangs into his lip as he humps his hips forwards, just rubbing his cock against phantom’s hole, “you’re so fuckin’ wet bug, fuck,” he groans and phantom keens, his back arching further away from the mattress as swiss pushes in, stretching him open just so, just enough for swiss’ fat head to pop into him

phantom’s warmth envelopes him, surrounds the little bit of his cock pushed inside with a searing heat, almost fire ghoul hot if swiss really thinks about it. swiss pulls back, his cock slipping free of phantom’s clutch but then he’s pushing straight back in, unable to keep himself away now that he’s got a taste for it

holding his weight on one arm, swiss reaches down between them to gently nudge at phantom’s cock, his fingertips barely ghosting it but phantom’s overly sensitive, his cock pulses and his cunt clenches and in turn, swiss sinks further into him, an inch at most past the tip

“bug, oh fuck,” swiss growls, his eyes widening and then clamping shut, “you’re so fu- ah, fucking tight, practically sucking me in,”

phantom moans loudly as swiss rambles, every nerve ending in both of their bodies burning. he wants to tell swiss to pull back, to tell him, just the tip, but he can’t bring himself to do it, being split completely open on swiss cock just feels too fucking good

“tell me to stop,” swiss hisses and grinds his teeth, his head hanging to watch his cock disappearing into phantom, coming out shiny with slick, “phantom, tell me to stop,” he all but begs, words punching out of his lungs with desperation

“no, shi-t, oh, don’t stop,” phantom moans, fingers pulling at swiss’ hips and swiss growls, body rumbling, vibrating off the walls as he sinks into phantom in one thrust, his heavy balls slapping against phantom, “fuck me, just fuck me,”

and swiss does, setting a brutal rhythm immediately, little ah, ah, ah’s, leaving phantom every time swiss’ cock nudges against that spot deep inside of him on every thrust. swiss breaks him open, splits him open and then puts him back together over and over again

swiss, for a lack of better words, plays with phantom's cock, doesn’t stroke or pinch at it but just plays with it, soaking wet fingers drawing phantom’s orgasm closer, “you’re so fuckin’ good for me,” swiss groans, “so fucking good,”

there’s nothing phantom can do, nothing he wants to do, he surrenders and submits fully to swiss, letting him take. thick strings of pre and slick connect their bodies, a lewd wet slap ringing in phantom’s ears everytime swiss surges forward and fills him to the brim

“m’close, fuck swiss,” phantom whines and scrambles for purchase, raking red lines across swiss’ back. luckily for phantom, swiss is also close, his cock throbbing deep inside of him, the thick veins on his cock dragging just right, “shit, pull out,”

swiss gasps, too close to tumbling over the edge and taking phantom with him, “baby i can’t, please, don't make me, i can’t,” swiss begs, shaking his head, “you feel so fucking good, oh fuck, please lemme stay in, please-,” he trails off into a high whine that scratches in his throat

phantom’s stomach burns, a coil inside of him wound so tightly it almost hurts, “jus’ cum, in me,” phantom gasps and then cries, teetering on the edge of what he needs, “inside, fuck, please just make me cum,”

with a harsh pinch to his clit, the coil inside of phantom snaps and unravels, he sobs and shudders, his chest heaving as he clamps down hard on swiss, “fu-fuck,” he manages to cry, his cunt clenching impossibly tight and that does it for swiss

somewhere deep inside phantom, swiss’ cock starts to squirt while the multi ghoul shouts, every single one of his muscles freezing as he cants his hips, grinding his cock into phantom and phantom’s little cock off of his pelvis, both of them riding out a high that doesn’t seem to be ending, swiss cock spitting wave after wave of thick cum

“lucifer,” swiss whimpers when he can catch his breath, his head hanging and resting against phantom’s sternum, “did s’good,” he mumbles, kissing in the centre of phantom’s chest

both ghouls breathe, the room around them hot and humid, their bodies sticky in multiple ways. eventually swiss moves, ready to pull out, his cock starting to soften, completely spent and milked dry. phantom winces as he goes, scrambling to keep him close, “no!, stay, don’t go, not yet,”

“bug,” swiss warns, his tone soothing and gentle, his fingers pushing phantom’s sweaty hair off of his forehead before moving down, tickling just behind phantom’s ear

phantom leans into swiss’ hand, “i know, jus’ need it,” he whispers, eyes fluttering shut. his thighs close in on swiss’ side as he starts to roll them onto their sides, pressed together, chest to chest, phantom’s head nuzzling under swiss’ chin, a gentle purr rumbling from his throat, “just for a little while,”

“just for a little while,” swiss sighs around a yawn and if their earlier promise of just the tip is anything to go by, it’ll be more than a little while before they move

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 9 months ago

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the girl next door 2

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as age gap, manipulation, chronic illness, noncon/dubcon, coercion, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: A new neighbour moves in and upends your already disarrayed life.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself.

This lewk but silverfox

You gnaw on your cheek as you read over the letter. Final warning. You really didn't think much of the first five but that word catches your worry; litigation.

Your mother grunts and clicks her pen, dropping it as she curses under her breath. She tosses the crossword book away from the chair. For all your life, you remember her working on her puzzles. Now, she can hardly hold pen steady enough to put in a single clue.

"Mom, you want another coke before I head out?" You ask.

"Where are you 'headed out' to?" She scowls.

"Just outside. Try to figure out the mower."

"Piece of shit," she sneers and for a moment, you're not sure if she means the machine or you.

"So..."

"Just go," she snips.

You purse your lips around the cut of her tone. You leave her in her recliner and you go down the hallway to the back door. You shove your feet into your stained vans and let yourself gently outside.

You come down the steps and cross the overgrown grass to the garage. You prop the door open with an old paint can and drag put the mower. You haul it over to the little patch of pavement by the house as the sunlight raises beads of sweat across your forehead.

You shade your eyes and squint. You don't get the thing. It's not even motorized, it just started catching. You can't push it hard enough to make it go. It only bounces uselessly across the ground.

You squat and put it on its side. You examine the blades, nervous to dig between the mulching teeth. You grab a stick and poke around. It breaks and you rip it out.

"Dang it," you whisper.

You stand up. It's too hot to think. As much as you miss the sunshine in the grim winters, the heat is less than welcome.

"Hey, excuse me," a voice startles you. You ignore it, thinking maybe it's just the neighbours on the other side of the fence. "Um, miss?"

You turn towards the voice and find a man peeking through the loose slat in the fence. You sigh. Yeah,

that needs to be fixed too.

You stare dumbly. You recognise the man. It takes a few seconds to remember where you saw him. He was with the realtor. You hadn't see much yet, not that you ventured outside often. The sign changed to sold and that was that.

"Hi, uh, so this," he touches the plank, swiveling it on the hanging nail.

You nod and go to the edge of the patch of pavement but no further. You nibble your lip and search for something to say. Talking to mom is easy, you know what to expect, but strangers are different.

"Gonna fix it," you assure him flatly.

"Yeah, well, I was actually thinking, I'm just doing a few touch ups right now and I could spare a couple nails or two."

You tilt your head and bring your hands together, mashing your palms anxiously, "it's rotted."

He wiggles the wood and little slivers fall away. He hums disappointed, "sure is." He smiles as his blue eyes shine in the sunlight, "no problem then. I'm sure I can find something at the hardware store."

You hesitate. You should mention you can afford even half a plank. Grandma left you the house and enough to cover property taxes, but mom's monthly cheques are already stretched thin. If he doesn't ask, you won't offer.

"Steve," he stretches his arm through the opening.

You look at his hand. Your stomach flip flops. You don't want to be rude as much as you don't want to touch this strange man. Well, no use in making another enemy around here.

You lift your feet as you trudge through the high grass. As you near, the sweat slakes down your back. You gently shake his hand, just for a second, and pull back.

"And your name? Neighbour?"

You stare at the collar of his grey tee shirt and eke your name out.

“Is it just you over here?” He asks.

You shake your head. You bend your arm to pick at your sleeve. You don’t mind introductions but you’re not much for conversation. You don’t need him prying into things. If anyone really saw inside those walls, they’d only feel bad for you. You’d rather their apathy.

“Oh, you got kids? A husband?”

You wince. It’s almost a flattering assumption yet a reminder of everything you don’t have. You’re not old enough to really think about all that anyway.

You glance back at the side of the house. You should hose that down and get rid of the mildew. Another tick on the endless list.

“Mom,” you say.

“Ah, makes sense. You in school?”

You shake your head again. He’s quiet. You sway listlessly.

“Anyway...” he says.

You put your head down and back away. You go back to the mower, bending down to fiddle with it again. You could see if anyone would lend you one but that means asking and as much as the neighbourhood paints itself in friendly smiles, they aren’t genuine. The letter on the kitchen table is proof of that.

“Not working?” The man, Steve asks. You cringe and stand up. He’s still there.

You shrug as you look at him. You turn back to the mower and lift it by the handles. You try to ignore the nosy neighbour and line it up with the grass. You push and it doesn’t move easy. You grunt and it rolls over the grass. You think maybe it’s working but as you turn, you notice the grass stands back up, only slightly bent.

“You know, I got a nice electric one. Isn’t here yet but I can bring it tomorrow on the truck,” he offers, “I wouldn’t mind doing a once over, if you need.”

You huff and push the mower over.

“Can’t pay you,” you stomp back towards the house.

“I didn’t say anything about money,” he chimes.

You stop by the steps and cross your arms. You look at him, “too much.”

“Well, if you change your mind, you can just come knock on my door,” he says.

You nod and spin around again. You climb the steps, fighting to keep your steps even. You want to run inside and hide but you don’t want him to see how desperate you are to get away.

The screen door snaps shut behind you. You kick off your shoes and go down the hall. Your mother huffs from her recliner.

“You figure it out?” She asks.

“No,” you flop onto the couch.

“Knew ya wouldn’t,” she snorts as she stares out the window. “Man’s back. Musta bought the place.”

“Uh, yeah,” you lean back, pulling the collar of your shirt over your face to sop up the sweat. “It’s hot.”

“Nah, you’re just whiny,” she snickers.

You don’t respond. You know better than that. You let her have her truth. Whatever she thinks of you, you can’t disprove. The world is she says it is.

🏠

Your bedroom window shines yellow with the noon sun. The heat beams down on the folding table, warming your hands as you scratch charcoal onto thick paper. You still have grass stains on your fingers from another fruitless attempt at fixing the mower. Another day and you expect another letter isn’t far behind.

As you focus on the lines and curves left by the pencil, your anxiety subsides. Drawing is the only thing that helps you forget. Really forget. You don’t think about the house or the lawn or the HOA or your mom. It’s just you and the pencil.

You lean your forehead in your hand as you cross hatch the shadows. The chirping birds and the soft breeze deepen your trance. The world around you is distant and dim. You’re only awoken but the sudden and unfamiliar ‘ding dong’.

You sit up. It takes a moment before you realise what it was. The doorbell? No one ever rings it. No, even Marge from the HOA waits until you come out to get the mail to accost you.

You put the pencil down and get up. You go out and peek down the hallway. You creep along and stop at the doorway to the front room. You mom sniffs and wipes her eyes. She must have fallen asleep in her chair.

“Who is it?” She snarls with grogginess in her throat.

“I don’t know,” you go to the door and pull the curtain away from the long window beside it. You peek out at the figure on the porch and quickly hide behind the fabric. Too late. “It’s... the neighbour. I think he saw me.”

“Ergh, don’t be stupid, girlie,” your mother barks, “help me up.”

“Oh, uh, okay.”

You go to her and offer your hand. You get her to her feet. She slightly hunched and slow but she makes her way to the door. She pauses and turns to the mirror above the little bench against the wall. She tidies her hair and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.

She leans on the door as she grips the handle. She opens it and the man from next door, Steve, greets her with a grin.

“Hello?” She sweetens her tone.

“Hello, miss, sorry to bother you,” he says, “I just moved in next door and I’m getting settled in. I was just about to do some lawn work and I thought maybe I might offer to do yours? It’s no trouble, I just thought I’d offer.”

“Oh, what a honey you are,” she preens, “of course, that would be lovely of you. My daughter,” she sighs and shakes her head, “I’ve been nagging her for weeks to get it done.”

“Really, it’s not a bother,” he assures her, “I’m Steve by the way.”

His smile is just as charming as his introduction.

“Holly,” your mother returns, “I’ll make you some lemonade for your trouble. It’s a hot one, isn’t it?”

“Sounds good,” he agrees, “I’ll try not to make too much noise.”

You peek out from behind your mother. Steve’s eyes meet yours for an instant before she blocks her out, no doubt eager to hide the state of the house from him. You back up as she turns to you.

“What’re you doing hanging on like a rodent?” She hisses, “go make some lemonade.”

#steve rogers #dark steve rogers #dark!steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #drabble #series #the girl next door #mcu #marvel #captain america #au #silverfox au

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becausebuckley · 3 months ago

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michelle's buddie fic recs: week 39!

yay more fics! guys i have to tell you this was an excellent reading week for me, so many brilliant fics!

two things: some of these fics aren't buddie but gen/a rare pair, but i figured i'd keep the title, since it applies to the majority of fics. i'll make sure it's clear which fics are for other ships! also, now that season 8 is airing, i've decided to keep the buddie fic rec list spoiler-free, and i'm setting up a season 8 rec list alongside it. this week's season 8 list can be found here!

this is a mix of fics with all ratings, so some include NSFW content. please take a look at both the ratings and the fic tags before reading!

if you come across something you like in this list, remember to show some love to the author by leaving kudos and a comment!

5 times buck and eddie thought they were on the same page +1 where they figured it out | WendyDarling95/@bi-buck-hi-eddie | 11.8k | E

"Ok but miscommunication trope where Eddie keeps trying to tell Buck he’s a werewolf and Buck thinks Eddie’s telling him he’s a furry. Buck would buy a fur suit absolutely" i'm genuinely not joking when i say that this fic was the highlight of my week. it's crack treated seriously in the absolute best way, i was howling (lol) while reading. brilliant <3

the book of love | colonoscopys/@colonoscopys | 8.1k | G

It was a pretty regular day. He had an eight hour shift the day before, slept in a little bit, ate dry toast and drank a black coffee before dropping Chris off at physical therapy for an hour. If he had known he was gonna die, he would have sprung for the hashbrowns in the freezer. time loop fic!! lovely lovely time loop fic!!

but you're holdin' me like water in your hands | TheGirlWithTheKite/@muddiedfoxglove | 11k | E

In which Eddie offers a helping hand when Buck's relationship starts to sour. (The Frogboiled Infideleddie Fic) frogboiled infideleddie?? yall the way i ran to this fic the second i saw it <3 so so so good

constant craving | Inell/@inell | 7.8k | E

Buck and Eddie have recently started dating, and it’s their third official date. While playing a game of pool, they make a little wager, and Buck gets to indulge a craving he’s had for years. i spent a lovely hour this morning catching up inell's recent fics and i highly recommend you do the same!! brilliant fics, both of the sweet and spicy variety <3

FREE MOUSTACHE RIDES | Killbothtwins | 5k | T

All is not well in Station 118. Gerrard is running the show, Christopher is gone, and, worst of all, Eddie has a mustache now. Somehow, it's only Buck who realizes how catastrophic this is. this is exactly the fic i needed to cheer me up earlier this week. so good, so funny!!

keep your brittle heart warm | Ink_Dancer | 8.8k | T

Buck convinces Eddie, notoriously a dog person, to adopt a cat. Buck then helps Eddie adjust to his new family member while the cat tries to meddle in their relationship. fics like this make me want to adopt a cat even more than i already do. so sweet, so cute, i love pinto bean <3

a little wisdom | Daisies_and_Briars/@cal-daisies-and-briars | 8.6k | T

Christopher comes home from Texas and needs his wisdom teeth removed, which leads to a larger discussion on hurt and comfort and needs that Eddie doesn't see coming. the diaz boys <3 i love them so much and they're so so well-written here!!

the more it hurts, the less it shows | ummrys/@ummrys | 2.4k | M

Eddie finally hears the story of Dr Wells, and Buck finally understands the depth of what happened to him. so well-written and a great look at the whole dr wells thing!!

nothin' but a little shut eye | Tizniz/@tizniz | 3.9k | G

Buck and Eddie accidentally nap together. And then keep napping together. buddie naps i love you so much <3 this is the softest cutest it's so good

put my heart inside your palms | markofalover/@markofalover| 3.1k | T

how an accidental pet name, a thoughtful dinner, and a shared shirt makes them get their shit together.. love is stored in the kitchen indeed <3 this is so so cute!

suddenly the only thing i saw was you | ipretendtobesane/@userbuddie | 8.2k | E

five times adriana diaz and may grant run into each other and the one time they show up together adriana/may?? the VISION holy shit. this is a brilliant fic and has probably my fav adriana diaz ever, it's just that good <3

#yall this one was hard i read so many good fics this week #i want to rec everything!!#buddie #buddie fic #buddie fic rec #911 abc #911 fic #911 fic rec #michelle’s recs #fic rec list

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rafesbabyg1rl · 2 months ago

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The Watcher ~ Part Three

Part One, Part Two

Summary: Rafe Cameron x Reader, Stalker!Rafe x Pogue!Reader Your parents work late on Friday nights, which you spend alone. Except you haven't been alone in a long time, not that you know of at least. Rafe has watched for years, he's very good at it. His idea of staying an anonymous stalker is ruined when you catch him in your bedroom one Friday night. Rafe has to figure out how to fix his mistake before he loses the only thing that makes his life worth living. After an unexpected visit to Tannyhill, you stalker comes up with a plan to make you his. But, will you be able to execute it just as he planned?

Warnings: Rafe stalks reader...that's literally the plot. Strong & descriptive language, suggestive themes, death threat(?), manipulation, kidnapping (?). If I missed anything from this part that I should include in the warnings, please let me know!

Word Count: 4.5k

Author Note: Part Three has arrived! I still am unsure if I like where the story is going, but we'll see. Also I'm getting so IMPATIENT and horny while writing this and it's literally killing me. Please share your thoughts about this part and ideas for future parts. Thank you all for the support on this story. I am very pleasantly surprised with how everyone has reacted to it. So, please enjoy and feel free to leave feedback! I love you all, thank you so much!! Stay freaky y'all.

CREDITS: The foundation of this fic was heavily inspired by/ based off of one of @faiszt 's bots on character ai. So, if you like this and you like character ai, I greatly suggest that you check out the bot!

“Okay, you remember the plan, yeah? You know what you’re supposed to do?” Rafe speaks as you look out of the passenger window of his truck.

You turn back to face him before speaking. “Y-yeah I know.” You nod, turning back to look out of the window and at your house across the street from the parked truck. “I have to tell them…” You pause, getting choked up. “I have to tell them that I’m moving out.” You turn back to look at him, your eyes watery. “I can’t…they’re gonna know–”

Rafe clenches his fists around the steering wheel and squeezes his eyes shut for a moment. “No, baby they’re not gonna know. Because you’re not gonna let them know, alright? And you sure as shit aren’t gonna try anything are you?”

You frantically shake your head, “No…no I’m not gonna try anything…’promise.” You pause. “It…it’s just…what if they don’t believe me? I can’t–I can’t tell them I’m moving out with someone I’ve never even mentioned to them.”

“Hey…hey, you’re an adult yeah? They can’t do shit baby. They don’t have a choice, you’re mine.” His words cause an icy shiver to roll down your spine. Though even you know that your parents aren’t going to protest you living with the richest, most successful man in the Outer Banks, besides from his father…which everyone has heard about. The saint turned murderer who died last year. Like father, like son, you think to yourself. The incident was all over the news, you’re surprised you didn’t recognize the Cameron son sooner, his face had to be everywhere when all that went down.

But why would your parents care, all you do is cost them more money. They’ve been trying to get you out of the house for months.

“Y-yeah…” You respond, looking back out the dark, tinted window towards your house. “I-I’m ready.” You put your hand on the door handle, waiting for him to unlock it so you can exit his truck.

“You have an hour. Don’t make me come inside.” Rafe’s hand moves over the driver door and he presses a button, causing your door to unlock with a click. You nod and exit the vehicle, cautiously walking across the street and towards your front door. Upon entering your home, you take a deep breath to try and keep your emotions in check. No matter how much you wish your parents would notice something is very wrong, you know that would only bite you in the ass. The best thing you can do is make sure this all goes according to plan.

“Mom?” You call out, slowly walking down the entry hallway. “Mom? Dad?” You try again, speaking more confidently this time.

“Yeah, in here!” You hear your mom call out from the living room. As you enter the room, you see your parents watching TV. Your mother with a drink in her hand, laid back on the couch with her legs crossed and your father reclined in the chair, a beer in his hand. You glance down at the floor beside the recliner and spot several empty beer cans. Great, just great.

“Hey…” You say sheepishly. “How’s the bar?”, you ask, more casually.

Your mom glances over at your father, assuming that since he hasn’t even turned his head away from the TV, she’s going to have to answer you. As she turns her head back to look at you, she sips on her drink. She licks her lips and clears her throat before drawing her attention to you. “It was fine”, she mutters your name before taking another sip of her drink. “Same as always. What’ve you been up to?” She asks, not even trying to pretend like she actually cares about what you have to say next.

As you open your mouth to speak, your father cuts you off; still not looking away from the TV. “Get a damn job yet? Or were you just out fucking off again, hm? You’re too goddamn old to be living under my roof for free. You don’t do shit. You’re gonna start paying your fucking dues.” He snaps, finishing off his beer before tossing it to the ground aside, clattering into the others. “I need a beer.” He mutters. Without hesitation you walk over to the kitchen. You open the fridge door, staring into it as you get lost in your thoughts for a moment, eyes immediately watering. You shouldn’t even be upset, it’s not like you expected anything more. But you did have the slightest hope that maybe they didn’t drink so much today and they’d actually be able to tell that something is terribly wrong.

Quickly you snap yourself out of your thoughts, grabbing a beer from the fridge and heading back into the living room, handing it to your dad. You take a few steps back, taking a breath to calm yourself. “I told you I–”, you start before your father interrupts you.

“You’re gonna ‘go back to school to get a good job’. Bull. Shit. y/n. Bullshit.”

You fight back the tears in your eyes. Even though you’re used to the drunken crap your father is constantly spewing, his words still always manage to get to you; especially now when you actually need your parents. After a moment, you move to face both parents, looking more at your mother; she’s easier to speak to.

“A-actually…” You start, looking down at your feet and fiddling with your fingers. “I wanted to tell you t-that I-I’m moving out…” You wait a few seconds to steady your breathing and let your words sink in before looking back up. Your father has turned in his chair to face you and your mother looked up at you from her spot on the couch.

“About damn time.” Your father speaks.

Your mother replies next, “Where?”

You look back at your feet, watching how they kick at the ground as you speak, “In…into Tannyhill. The Cameron's place.” You mumble, not wanting to look up, fearing that they’ll see right through you. Even though you know you’re just paranoid, there’s no way they’ll pay enough attention to you to notice something is wrong.

“Didn’t they move after what happened to Ward?” Your mother asks.

Your dad adds, “After Ward killed a shit ton of folks and then himself.”

You ignore your fathers words, looking up at your mother, only taking brief glances over at your father while you speak. “Uhh no, no…not all of them.” Your hand lightly scratches at the back of your head. “Rafe, the son,” you clarify, trying to seem as though you are telling a casual story; like you’re telling the truth. “Yeah, uh…he actually took over Cameron Development and he still lives in the house.”

“What the hell you doin’ with a Cameron?” Your mother questions sternly. Her attention is taken away from you as your father barks her name.

“Fucks’ it matter?” He speaks to her before looking over at you again. “He’s letting you move in? He’ll pay for your lazy ass, yeah?”

You look at your dad and give him a nod, watching as he takes another swig of his beer can as you mutter, “Y-yes.”

He swallows hard, pursing his lips. “Then go on, get outta here.” He exclaims before looking back to the TV as though nothing happened.

You answer your moms question from earlier, “Rafe…h-he’s a friend of mine. He said he’s got so much extra space and he can help me find a good job out on figure eight; y’know, hook me up with some people, I guess he put a word in for me or somethin’.” You lie, pleased with yourself as you manage to get out the last word without breaking character.

“S’long as you’re not costin’ us no more money.” She replies, getting up from the couch and heading into the kitchen to refill her glass of wine.

You stand there for a moment, before your dad speaks again, “And when you come crawling back, you ain’t stayin’ for free.”

You let out a small, broken sigh, “yeah”. You exit the living room, heading to your bedroom. As you pass by the kitchen you momentarily stop and speak to your mother who’s currently trying to open up a new bottle of wine. “I’m gonna pack a bag…I’m leaving tonight.”

You know the time is ticking, that you probably don’t have much of your hour left. You grab your biggest duffel bag from underneath your bed and start frantically filling it. It’s hard to pack though because, what are you supposed to bring to move in with your psycho stalker? You pack some hoodies and sweats, some of your baggiest jeans, oversized t-shirts, large pj pants, really just making sure all the clothes you packed were the least revealing things you could find. After all, you weren’t sure what was in store for you. And you sure as hell weren’t gonna make it that easy for him to get what he wants. You packed some personal hygiene products and toiletries, an extra pair of shoes, and whatever else you think you may need. Before walking out of your bedroom, you glance around and scan for anything you might’ve missed. You end up grabbing your favorite blanket and shoving it into your bag; something that might help give you comfort at your new home, something to keep the monsters out at night. And finally, you tuck your ‘sleeping’ pills into your bag. They’re the only thing that’s been able to help you sleep these past few weeks. And slowly your dosage continues to increase.

Stepping out of your bedroom, you shut your door behind you. You stand in the hallway, taking a deep breath which causes a tear to fall down your cheek. You wipe the tear and head back into your living room. You set down your bag and walk over to the couch, sitting beside your mom.

Turning to face her, you whisper, “I’m leaving now, mom.”

“Okay sweetie.” She nods, this really isn’t a big deal for her. She thinks you’re just moving out like a typical young adult. But you know the truth. You know, or rather you don’t know what the future has in store for you or when the next time you’ll be able to see your family again is; if he lets you see them again.

You lean in and give your mom a hug, she immediately hugs back seeing as you two never hug. You pray that this doesn’t raise any suspicion in her. When you stand up from the couch, you walk over to stand by your fathers chair. “Bye Dad, I’m leaving now.” You say, trying to keep your normal emotionless, cold tone with him.

“Yeah, okay, bye.” He waves you off, wanting you to move out of his view of the television.

You go and grab your bag, slinging it over your shoulder again. Before exiting the room and leaving, you turn back to your parents, “Bye, see you later.” You lie. Well, technically it’s not a lie because you aren’t even sure of the answer yourself.

As you walk out of the front door, you hear each of them mutter some form of a goodbye just before the door shuts behind you. You look up and glance across the street, seeing Rafe’s truck still sitting there parked; still running. As you slowly walk towards it, he rolls his darkly tinted window down just enough that you can see his eyes as they watch you intently. You’re hit with shivers that roll from the top of your spine to the tip of your toes as you walk around to the passenger side of his truck and open the back door, tossing your bag on the seats before climbing into the front passenger seat.

You can feel his searing vision on you as you buckle your seatbelt and proceed to stare silently out in front of yourself. He mutters your name, causing you to hesitantly turn to look at him.

“How’d it go?” He asks.

“Well clearly I’m here so…” You say, unsure of where your sarcastic attitude came from. You hope this isn’t enough to set him off. Judging by his ragged breath, the chances aren’t great.

Rafe just shakes his head, a small smirk forming on his face as he lets out a huff, “yeah…you’re here baby.” It’s hard to tell whether or not he’s pissed off or not. You curse his quickly transforming moods. He doesn’t say anything else before putting the truck into drive and spinning out of your neighborhood. The drive from the cut back to figure eight is dreadful and silent.

When you do finally reach Tannyhill and Rafe parks in the driveway, he’s the first to exit the vehicle as he grabs your duffle bag from the backseat, rounding the truck to open your door. You instinctively mumble a small ‘thank you’ to him, immediately feeling embarrassed before realizing that maybe being extra kind will make him go easier on you. All he does is chuckle in response as he walks behind you to his front door. When Rafe gets the door unlocked, he lets you walk inside first as he follows closely behind. He locks the door and leads you upstairs and down the hall. Reaching inside his pocket, Rafe pulls out another key which he uses to unlock a random hallway door. Once he gets it open, he enters the room and sets your bag down on the bed.

He turns back to look at you as you stand in the doorway. “This uh…” he scratches at the back of his buzzed head, appearing to be almost…nervous? “This is your room for the time being.” Rafe grins as he looks up at you. “Thought you’d be more comfortable in your own room for now.”

‘For now’, what the hell is that supposed to mean? You wonder, taking a step further inside the bedroom. You look around, but you don’t speak; you don’t know what you’d even say. You sit on the foot of the neatly made bed. He only stands in front of you, staring down, just watching you silently. Rafe is always doing that, watching.

“Rafe…?” You murmur, turning your head slightly in his direction but keeping your eyes rooted on the floor.

“Hm? What is it, baby?” Rafe’s brows further, his forehead slightly creasing.

“I…w-what happens now?” You ask as you use your right hand to scratch at your left forearm, trying to keep yourself mentally present.

Rafe steps closer to the bed, if you were to look up, you’d practically be face-to-face with his clothed cock. So you decide to spare the awkwardness of that and continue to stare at the ground below you.

“Well,” he speaks. Before continuing, Rafe brings his hand up and uses his thumb and pointer finger to grip into your chin. He slightly tugs upward, forcing you to look up into his eyes. “You’re gonna stay here with me. I know baby, I know it’s hard. But, you’ll have some time to adjust, alright?” You nod and he lets go of your chin, but immediately moves to take the empty space on the bed. He sits next to you and he places his hand on your knee. “Hey,” he speaks softly and you turn to look at him. “This is our future and I know it’s scary, but it’s gonna be okay. Yeah?”

Future, you think. ‘This is our future’, you try to allow his words to break through to you, but your mind won’t let this sink in. This, whatever this is, was not supposed to be your future. Though you’re not totally sure what was meant to be your future, you just know it isn’t him. You’re supposed to meet someone who you know now, is not a psycho stalker and actually have a choice in what happens to you.

God, maybe your parents were right. Which you never thought would happen. But, if you had listened to them and had done more with your life, who knows, maybe you wouldn’t have ended up in this situation. But instead you pushed all responsibilities away, saving them for the ‘future’. You’ve spent your entire life waiting for something in your brain to switch and somehow make you capable of carrying responsibilities and do something with your life. And now, this is your punishment, it has to be. If you ever get out of this nightmare of a situation, you aren’t gonna sit around on your ass and wait for a handout anymore, you’re gonna change. But, that is only if you manage to escape from this hell.

“Okay, baby?” The man next to you speaks, his thumb lightly running over the fabric of your jeans. His voice pulls you out from your endless void of thoughts, bringing you right back into the present.

You respond, your voice shaky, “What do you want from me?” A salty, warm tear rolls out from the corner of your eye and down your cheek. “Baby, baby shhh, it’s okay. It’s alright. All I want is for us to be together, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.” He says in a tone that seems to indicate that he might just actually be sincere. The more you try to figure this man out, the more confused you get. But, if he really does care about you, that’s something you might just be able to work with.

“B-but…you are hurting me.” You say hesitantly, worried to see how this will play out. Immediately, his already light touch on your knee lightens even more to the point he’s barely making contact.

“What? What do you mean? You’re okay.”

“No…I just wanna go home, please.” The last word comes out in more of a whisper than anything else. Rafe’s eyes squeeze shut and he shakes his head, standing up.

He begins to pace the room, you just follow him with his eyes. As Rafe paces, his fists repeatedly clench and unclench at his sides. Suddenly, he comes to a halt, turning to face you again. “You know I can’t let you do that.”

“Please…” You whimper in a pleading tone. Your voice full of emotion. He cocks his head to the side, amused as he watches you. Rafe takes a few steps closer, so he’s standing to the side of the bed once more.

“Baby, there’s nothing to be so scared of. We’re gonna be so good. Just…just trust me.” He says, getting impatient with having to repeat this to you constantly.

“But…I don’t want this, please just take me back home.” Rafe’s expression goes dark, his shoulders relax like he’s just let something go.

“Go home? To do what? Huh?! You don’t do shit. I’m saving you baby. I’m saving you from your sad, pathetic life. I’m giving you everything you’ll ever need, baby. So no, you cannot go ‘home’. This is your home.” The man’s voice is stronger, meaner than before. At this point you don’t have enough courage left in you to fight this. You just sniffle and nod, wiping your tears. “This is our home.”

As you sit there silently watching him but being careful not to make eye contact, he starts to unzip your duffel bag. You huff, “what, you gonna take the only things I have left now too?”

He sighs, looking at you. “No.” Rafe begins to sort through your things, taking it all out of the bag one by one. “Just makin’ sure you didn’t get any stupid ideas.” He mumbles, not looking up from what he’s doing.

After he empties the contents of your bag out onto ‘your’ bed, he starts to go through it more carefully. You watch as he picks up a pair of your underwear, holding it up and looking at you. “What’s all this shit? You on your period or some shit? Thought that was earlier this month.” He huffs, tossing the item back down on the bed. He’s clearly frustrated by the fact that you purposely packed your ugliest and least revealing panties; which happen to be the ones you typically wear on your period. Which makes you think back to what he said, you realize he’s had to see you in your underwear often to know what kind you wear during a specific time of the month. You shiver.

Once he deems everything as safe, he puts it all back into the bag. Just as he picks up one of your hoodies, the bottle of your sleeping pills fall onto the bed. Rafe’s brows furrow and he picks up the bottle, reading the label. Once he identifies the content and the doseage, he makes a tsk sound. He slips the bottle into his pocket and looks back up at you. “Can’t leave you with those now can I?” Rafe finishes re-packing your bag.

“I-I need those…to sleep.” Your words cause him to chuckle, confusing you. You don’t understand what he could possibly find funny in this situation, but then again you aren’t a sociopathic stalker.

“Right.” He mumbles. “Nobody takes that much just to sleep.”

“Please, they…they help.” You aren’t lying. Your doctor put you onto some medication which you cannot pronounce, that almost immediately puts out your anxiety and helps you relax. The only thing is, you keep upping the dose, when really they worked just fine the first time. But, you like how they make you feel. And yeah, sometimes you might take them without reason, but only sometimes.

“I’m gonna hold onto them for a while baby. You’ll be fine.” He pauses before speaking again, this time with a slight smirk evident on his face, “I’m here if you need help sleeping.” He says cockily. “Yeah?” You don’t respond. You just stare at the floor.

After a few moments of silence, his stares were getting uncomfortable. “Can I just be alone, please? I just…I wanna try and get some sleep. It’s been a long day.” You sigh.

“You haven’t eaten today.” He states.

“Yeah…I-I’m not hungry.” Being kidnapped and forced to completely unroot your life to live with an unknown man definitely takes some effect on you, such as erasing your appetite.

Rafe sighs and steps closer, sitting down next to you once more. “How do I know you aren’t gonna try anything?”

“I haven’t tried anything yet have I? I haven’t told anyone about you, a-and I’ve done everything you’ve asked.” You plead.

Rafe makes another tsk sound as he shakes his head. “What were you doing at the sheriff's office today, hm? What was that?”

“I…I-” You aren’t sure what to say. If you lie, he’ll know. But you’re too afraid to tell him what you had planned on doing down at the station.

“Don’t you ever try that again. Don’t even fucking think about trying it.” He pauses for a moment. Chuckling before he speaks again, “god, so stupid. You really thought they’d believe you? Over…over me?” He laughs.

“I…I’m sorry.”

“Bullshit,” he grabs your thigh firmly, making you gasp. “You know I hate when you lie to me…so why do you keep doing it?” He asks, searching in your eyes for the answer. “You’re only sorry you got caught.” He squeezes tighter.

You groan at his grip on your leg and the ache it’s causing. “R-Rafe…that hurts. Please…y-you’re hurting me.” Your words are followed by a quick gasp and a tear running down your face.

Once Rafe’s eyes land on your tear, he lets go of your leg. “Shit, baby. I’m—I didn’t mean to.” Rafe moves his hand to rest comfortingly on your shoulder. Well, his idea of what a comforting hand is isn’t exactly comforting. But he doesn’t have much of an example to go off of.

Before you can speak, he stands up and exits the room. You hear the door lock, and your eyes squeeze shut. You let your head fall into your hands and you just start to let it all out. For hours you sit there, crying until there’s no tears left. You just keep waiting and waiting for him to come back; you figure he wouldn’t leave you completely alone without supervision on your first night here. Except he never does.

Eventually, you really do start to feel a bit tired. You lay down on the bed, on top of the covers. You use your pillow and your blanket from home. The smell of home still lingering on the items. Pulling the blanket over your head to feel safe, you eventually begin to fall asleep.

When you wake, you’re still tucked away into your safe place. After recollecting your thoughts that had become jumbled from sleep, you pull the blanket off of your head. You squint from the bright light that shines through the window. Once your eyes have adjusted, you take a moment to scan over your surroundings. The bedroom looks like that of a hotel room. Well, not like any hotel you’ve ever been to. The mansion is slightly more vintage and elegant than those of the typical kooks; it’s not as simple and modern. If you weren’t being held captive in it, you may even admire it.

As much as you’d love to stay curled up under your blanket. Nature calls and you can’t ignore it. You sit up from the bed and quietly step over to the door. Shit. The doors locked, you forgot.

“Hey!” You call out. “Rafe? Let me out!” Faintly, you can hear commotion from the floor below you. While you wait, you look around the room a bit more. There’s another door, you open it expecting it to be a closet, but it’s a bathroom. Wow, you definitely feel dumb now.

After taking care of things, you exit the bathroom. You jump back when you finally look up from your feet to see Rafe standing in the room.

“Goodmorning, baby.” He smiles. “How’d you sleep?”

You start walking towards the bed, sitting back down and covering your body with your blanket. All you do in response is shake your head.

“Hungry yet?” He asks, sitting at the foot of the bed and resting his hand on your calf, rubbing over it through your blanket.

You shake your head again.

Rafe sighs, “y’know I’d really appreciate some words?” He says softly.

“No, I’m not hungry.”

“Okay.” He tucks his lips in and nods a bit. “Suit yourself then. I’ll be back later, I guess. …Unless you don’t want me to go?” He asks hopefully.

“Am I supposed to just stay locked up in here all day?” You blurt out before you can stop yourself.

“Well,” Rafe pauses to lick his lips before continuing. “You’re the one who I can’t trust.” He takes his hand off of your leg and stands up. “Just…just give it time baby, you’ll come around. I know you will.” It’s obvious that he’s not even sure about whether or not he’s trying to convince you or himself with his words.

Without another word, Rafe exits the room, locking the door. Again, you cover yourself with the blanket and let it engulf you. You close your eyes and imagine that you’re in your own bed at home.

To be continued...

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get down on your knees and tell me you love me | javier peña

Take The Weight Off His Shoulders - Chapter Six

Chapter Summary | There is something about Javier Peña that makes you bold, makes you want to prove to him that you're a woman, not the girl he used to know, and how better to prove in than getting down on your knees for him?

Chapter Warnings | A pretty tame one, all things considered. Public-ish oral sex (M), Javi talking you through sucking him off, inexperienced reader, cum eating, no use of y/n and some advancement of the plot.

Pairing | dbf!Javier Peña x F!Reader

Word Count | 3K

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It’s Friday night and the bar is busy. You and Liv were lucky to get a table. It’s loud, full of patrons trying shouting orders at the bar, the smell of fried food wafting through the air, as well as the sound of disagreements at the jukebox over what song someone will play next, but its your happy place, always has been, especially when you’ve got a birds eye view straight across to Javier Peña, sat sipping beer with your dad.

“Are you going to look at me at all tonight?” Liv asks, mouth full of the fries she’d ordered for you both.

“Sorry,” You mumble, dragging your eyes away from Javi, who seems to be having a similarly hard time tearing his from you, “What were you saying?”

“I was trying to tell you,” She starts, picking up another fry to stuff into her mouth, “That I remembered something about that party.”

“What party?” You ask, picking up your own fry, biting half of it off into your mouth, dipping the other half into the pile of ketchup on the side of the plate.

“You remember calling me from work earlier in the week?” She asks, “The party at the house that got busted?” She smiles when there’s a flicker of recognition on your face, “Well, I remember that it was Vanessa that invited us, so,” She picks up another fry, “You’ll be so proud of me for this, I did some digging,” She looks pleased as punch, which makes you chuckle, “I spoke to her, and she said it was Tyler who hosted the party.”

“Tyler?” You ask, “As in, Tyler Johnson?”

“The one and only.”

You pick up another fry, the pile dwindling in front of you slowly. Tyler Johnson. Oldest son of Richard Johnson. Long-standing mayor of Laredo. His family had been in power in town for as long as anyone could remember. Tyler, raised to follow in his father’s footsteps had faltered, opting, much to the chagrin of his family, to choose to say no to college. As far as you knew, he didn’t really see much of his family, worked at the local manufacturing company and spent most of his free time hanging around outside of bars trying to chat women up. His younger brother, Garrett, having taken up the banner, currently deep into his bid to become the youngest mayor Laredo had ever seen.

“Why the hell was he doing hosting a party in an abandoned house?”

“I don’t know,” Liv shrugs, taking the last fry off the plate, “That’s for you to find out, isn’t it?”

Unable to argue with her logic, you shrug, “You think he’s the kinda guy to get involved in that kind of shit?”

It’s confusing to you, because although he’s the perfect candidate for it, estranged family, always in the shadow of his younger brother, anytime you’d come across him, he’d seemed pretty straight-laced to you. Sure, he’d been drunk a few times, but never seemed like the kind of guy to take drugs, let alone be hoarding it in a house he didn’t even own. But then, Dylan hadn’t seemed to be the guy to take enough drugs to die of an overdose, so you suppose anything could be true in this case.

“The deadbeat son, disappointment to his family, who has never amounted to anything?” Liv chuckles, “Yeah, seems the type to me.”

Something doesn’t particularly seem to settle right about this for you, but that’s for next week. You shake your head a little, letting your eyes drift back over Liv’s shoulder to where Javi is sitting, looking straight back at you. When you meet his eyes, he throws a wink your way.

“What on earth are you staring at?!” Liv squeals, turning around to follow your eye line, finding Javi right there, “Oh.”

She turns back around to you, and you had wanted to try and keep it at least a little cool, but the wink he’s given you, paired with the smirk on his mouth, as heat flushing across your face, your bottom lip sucked between your bottom teeth, and your eyes on the grain of the table under your arms.

“Girl!” Liv reaches over, slapping your arm gently, “Have you fucked him?!”

“No!” You exclaimed, “Keep your voice down for crying out loud.”

“You’ve done something though, haven’t you?” She prods, smirk on her face, “I’m right aren’t I?”

Closing your eyes, you can’t help but smile, looking up at her as sheepishly as possible. Javi’s words ring in your ears, probably best we don’t tell anyone about this, but technically if she guesses, you haven’t told anyone.

“Shut up.” Is all you say, but there’s heat flushing all over you and a smile you can’t hide on your mouth.

“You lucky bitch!” She’s smiling so wide, squeezing at your arm, “Is he any good?”

Rolling your eyes, you sigh, shaking your head, “I don’t kiss and tell,” You sigh, chin resting on your palm as you look over the bar at him, currently locked in conversation with your dad about something, he looks so fucking good in his plaid shirt, arms rolled up to his elbows, “God, he’s so good looking, wish I could have five minutes with him.” You muse out loud.

Your eyes flit back to Liv, who has a devilish look on her face, “Say no more,” She smirks, “You want another beer? Perhaps you need the bathroom?”

You twig almost immediately, as she stands up, chair scraping, pulling the attention of people around who are looking at what the noise was. Shooting your eyes over to Javi, you note that your dad has already figured the noise was nothing, he’s gone back to talking to the side of Javi’s face that’s given to him, as he looks directly at you. You tilt your head toward the door, give him a smile and start walking towards it, as Liv makes a beeline to the bar.

You’ve not made it halfway down the hall when you feel a hand circling your wrist. Turning to the side, Javi is there at your side.

“I want to kiss you so badly.” He speaks softly, but even you know that there are too many eyes here.

You make it to the end of the hallway, faced with a choice, you push on the handle for the single disabled stall, finding it open, you pull Javi into it, closing the door, enjoying the ‘snick’ of the lock closing too.

“Now you can.” You smile, pressing your back up against the door.

Javi is pressed against you in no time, palms warm on your cheeks as he leans down, mouth slanting over yours, soft and warm, pulling away from you before you have the chance to wrap a hand around the back of his neck and deepen it by opening your mouth against his.

You’ve got a corner of your bottom lip sucked between your teeth, eyes looking up at him through lashes as his hand rests on your waist, “Javi?”

“Hmm?” He muses, eyes trailing up and down your front, stalling slightly where your shirt reveals your cleavage, before his brown orbs meet your own eyes.

“I think I want to suck your cock.”

His face is a picture you wish you could keep forever, eyes wide, mouth hanging open, shock written over every inch of him. His hand on your waist grips tightly, like he can’t believe what you’ve just said.

“Baby,” He coos, “We don’t have time.”

“You underestimate Liv’s ability to talk to my dad about utter nonsense.”

“What happened to keeping a secret?” He asks, eyebrow cocked, “Thought you were a good girl.”

“Technically I didn’t tell her,” You shrug, hands trailing up his chest to rest on his shoulders, “She guessed.”

“You really want to suck my cock in a bar bathroom?” He asks, leaning forward a little, his mouth just centimetres from your own, “Definitely not the good girl you make out to be, are you?”

“I just want to return the favour.” You shrug, memory flashing to earlier this week when he had you pinned against a brick wall with his hands down your trousers.

“Okay baby,” He relents, stepping back a little to turn you both, his back now against the door, “But we have to be quick.”

His palms press gently into your shoulders, watching with darkened eyes as you sink to your knees in front of him. Your hands rest on his belt as anxiety spreads through your stomach. Javi notices your pause, his hands holding onto your own at his waistband, “If you don’t want to, you don’t have to.” He insists.

You shake your head, “No, I want to,” You respond, “I’ve just-” You trail off, lip back between your teeth, “Never done this before.”

Javi sucks in a deep breath, looking down at you at you. He cups your cheek, thumb rubbing across the skin underneath it, “God damn it baby,” He sighs, almost pained, “You can’t say stuff like that and then look at me with those eyes.”

It’s performative but you flutter your eyelashes at him, a small smile across your mouth, “Will you teach me?”

He closes his eyes, taking in a deep breath, but then his hands are moving to his belt, undoing it in front of your face. You can already see that he’s half-hard behind his jeans. Javi undoes the button and pulls down the zipper, and then motions with his head for you to do the rest.

Hooking your fingers into the waistband of his underwear, you shuffle back a little, pull them down his thighs. You can’t help but gasp when you pull them down enough to fry his cock, watching it bounce slightly in your face. He’s big. Almost like he can sense your trepidation, Javi is reaching down, squeezing your wrists in comfort.

“It’s okay, cariño,” He coos, “We’ll take it easy this time.”

He drags his hand down to grip at one of your hands, moving it to get you to grip onto the base of his cock with your fist.

“Move your hand up and down a little first,” He instructs, moving your hand with his own, “Just like that.”

Then he’s taking his hand away, letting you handle this on your own. You look up at him from your knees, smiling a little to yourself when he tips his head back slightly against the door, hips bucking gently into the movement of your hand.

Almost like he remembers he’s meant to be teaching you what to do, Javi looks down at you, his hand trailing to rest at the back of your head, “Open your mouth,” He says softly, batting your hand away from his cock, gripping it himself to guide it towards your open mouth, “Use your tongue a little,” He instructs, “Just on the tip for now.”

His voice is low and gravelly, which makes your pussy clench a little. You shift on your knees, trying to get some friction to relieve the ache you’re feeling, as you do as he says, using your tongue to lave attention to the tip of his cock, swirling it around but also stopping every now and again to give small kitten licks to the tip, preening to yourself when he lets out a low groan.

“Think you can take more, cariño?” Javi groans, hand clutching your chin so you’re looking at him, “Just wrap your lips around me and take me in as far as you can.”

You do as you’re told, sealing your lips around the head of his cock, flattening your tongue along the underside of him, before moving your mouth down as far as you can before he’s brushing against the back of your throat.

“That’s it,” He praises, “Good girl.”

The praise makes you swoon as you move your lips back to the tip and then back down again, looking up at him through your lashes, finding his head tipped back against the door, his chest heaving with heavy breathes, his mouth open, with a whispered ‘fuck’ breathed out as you move your mouth up and down a little faster.

“You’re doing so good for me,” His tone is heavy, lust-filled, and just like before, the praise goes right to your cunt, “Use your hand on the bit your mouth doesn’t reach.”

So you do, circle your hand around the base of his cock, pumping your hand up as your mouth moves down. Javi is more vocal, his hand on the back of your head, gently guiding your head to the movements he likes.

“So fucking good,” He breathes out above you, bucking his hips into you as you move down his length, “Gonna make me come, querida,” He warns, which only makes you double the efforts of your mouth on him, “Where do you want it?”

You pull of him now, still pumping his length with your hand as you look up at him through your lashes, “Where do you want it?” You ask, innocent as the day you were born.

“I don’t think you want what I want.” He says simply, breath panting as he thrusts into your palm.

“Try me, Peña.”

“Jesus, girl,” He chuckles a little, “Where’s that innocent, little thing gone?”

“I think I left her in an alley somewhere in town.”

He sucks in a breath, baring his teeth a little as he works as hard as he can to keep it together, towering above you.

“You want me to come in your mouth, huh?” The hand on the back of your head is now cradling your cheek, “That what you want?”

Instead of answering, all you do is stick your tongue out for him, guiding him back to rest on your tongue. You don’t do anything else though, just look up at him, waiting for him to give you what you want.

He does exactly what you want him to. Taking himself in his fist, he moves his hand up and down his length, furiously tugging himself until he’s moaning, head thrown back, with his cum aimed right onto your tongue, giving you every last drop. He looks down at you, pulling himself from your mouth. It’s a taste you’re not used to, musky, masculine and you’re sure distinctly Javi, but it’s not necessarily unpleasant, so you close your mouth and swallow everything he gave you whilst looking him dead in the eye.

You’re both breathing heavily, looking at each other until you start giggling, which sets Javi off chuckling as he helps you from the floor once he’s put himself right.

“Did you really leave your friend to entertain your dad so you could suck my dick in a public bathroom?” He asks, palm on the small of your back pressing you into his front, leaning down so his lips are close enough to your lips that you can feel the heat of his breath on your skin.

“I think I did, yeah.” You chuckle breathlessly, letting him press his mouth to yours.

“Think you better go back in there and save her,” He says against your mouth, “But call me later, and I’ll help you with this.” His hand dragging down your front to cup your pussy through your shorts, where he knows you’ll be soaked.

“I’m counting on it.”

You don’t really think about leaving at different times until you spot Liv sitting in Javi’s old stool, talking to your dad.

“Well, there they are!” His voice booms when you get close enough to the table, “Where the hell have you been?”

Sucking your friends cock in the bathroom, dad. Is what you think.

“Oh, I was just asking Javi about something for work.” Is what you actually say.

“Well, it was lovely to catch up!” Liv says to your dad, slipping off the stool for Javi to sit back on, “But we’ve got very important girl gossip to catch up on.

Then she’s dragging you away, back to your table, where you spend the rest of the night talking, eyes drifting over to Javi, his own meeting yours when he can.

Yeah. You’re fucked.

Monday afternoon comes in a flurry, your boss poking her head from around her office door, catching your attention as she motions for you to come in and meet her. You swallow, a little nervous, because the piece you promised her would be done, is now blown wide open with the addition of Tyler Johnson hosting a party in a drug den. Picking up your notepad and pen, you resign yourself to a telling off for being slow as you settle into one of the chairs in her office.

“How’s the piece coming along?” She asks, making you swallow a little.

“Well,” You start, deciding to be honest, “It’s done with the information we have.”

“But?” She says, lifting an eyebrow up.

“I think there might be more to it,” You shrug, “I’ve been making some enquiries and I think I might be able to go deeper with it, if you’ll let me.”

She thinks for a moment, “Is this going deeper going to be illegal or dangerous?”

“No?” You ask, because right now it’s neither, but who knows how far the string you’re pulling might unravel.

“Then I say go for it,” She smiles a little, “I know you’ve been wanting something more challenging here, and if you think there’s something worth digging at then dig at it, but promise me if it takes a turn, you tell me?”

“I promise.”

“Well then, reporter, go get your story.”

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xoxochb · 5 months ago

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Hey Prue!

I would like to request a Connor Stoll fic where he is super flirty with reader (maybe Hecate!reader if you have any ideas) but she acts uninterested and grumpy towards him even though she does like him in secret

Take your time and have an amazing day!! 🫶

⋆·˚ ༘ * nothing’s new

warnings: I swear but what’s new, rabid behavior pairing: connor stoll x daughter of hecate

i. cabin twenty + the dining pavilion

you almost started crying at the realization that connor stoll would not leave you alone until you had gotten up from your bed. ten minutes ago he took it upon himself to walk into cabin twenty without permission and rudely wake you from your peaceful slumber. he first knelt beside you and mumbled a ‘good morning, pretty’ to which you threw your blanket over your head to assure he wouldn’t see the pink hue adorning your face

when you didn’t respond to his good morning he sat beside you, sliding down the blanket and taking your head into his lap. after a while he got bored of that position and moved face-to-face with you. don’t be fooled because you still did not acknowledge his presence. although the close proximity made your body temperature increase millions of degrees. which is the time point at this current moment. you so badly wanted to remove the blanket and get ready for the day (even if the day was half over by now) but doing this would result in endless teasing from connor saying that he was the one who made you get up

but you were no hephaestus kid, really. the heat wasn’t something you could handle for so long. with a sigh, you opened your eyes, faced with connor creepily staring at you.

“hey, stoll” you whisper “do you have a staring problem or something?”

connor laughs. “only with pretty girls”

“what other pretty girl’s beds do you lay in?” you roll onto your back. connor settles for your side profile

“you’re the only pretty girl at camp”

you roll your eyes. “so are the aphrodite kids”

“they’re nothing compared to you”

you scoff and stand up at last. “I need to start my day, please leave”

he frowns. “I can’t watch?”

your brows furrow. “watch my morning routine? don’t you have something better to do than watch my morning routine?”

he ponders for a moment before shaking his head. you sigh and drag him off your bed by his wrists- which you were surprised to find he let you do. when you reach the cabin twenty door you open it and push him out. connor laughs. you chose to ignore his antics and begin your morning routine alone

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when you arrive at the dining pavilion a half an hour later (which was technically too early for lunch since it wouldn’t start for another half an hour but you wanted breakfast instead) you see connor stoll sitting lonely at the hecate cabin table. you settle on sitting across the table from him

“what’re you doing here, stoll? this is my cabins table and last time I checked it’s too early for lunch”

the son of hermes breaks into a large grin and slides a mug over to you. “I got you coffee since you missed breakfast”

you squint your eyes at him, suspicious that he might’ve tampered with your beverage but nonetheless you take a sip, surprised to taste a perfect cup of coffee. if connor wasn’t so infuriating you might’ve kissed him for this

“holy shit, that’s really good. how’d you remember how I take my coffee?”

connor shrugs. “I remember more about you than you think”

“like what?”

“like…” he looks around as if there would be answers hanging on a sign before returning his gaze to you “your favorite holiday is halloween! and you hate cherries with a passion. your favorite author is stephen king, scary movies don’t scare you, when you were five you thought the world was going to end during a minor heat wave, you have a rock collection- I’ve even added a few myself I think you’d like, you play piano in your free time, you hate mornings and anything christmas related, your biggest fear is spiders, and-”

“I think your point has been proven”

“okay…” connor slowly nods his head “do you remember anything about me?”

“you threw a tarantula at me once”

connor laughs when he recalls the memory. “that was pretty awesome. except for when you bit me”

“you threw a fucking spider at me what the hell else was I supposed to do?”

“scream like a normal person?”

“I was angry with you”

“doesn’t change the fact that you’re rabid”

“I am not rabid”

“you’re still pretty if that’s what you’re worried about”

you roll your eyes and take a last sip of your coffee before standing up to walk away, connor follows close behind

“where are you going?”

without stopping you say, “away from you”

“I love you too”

“go away!”

ii. the campfire + the infirmary

the second time today you almost cried was at the campfire when connor stoll wanted to make you a s’more. as abnormal as it sounds it was truly necessary. what angered you about this was how he wouldn’t burn the marshmallow- like you requested many times, the treat had to be black for you to eat it

“give me the damn stick, stoll!” you use your best attempt to grab the stick from connor’s grasp. which was unsuccessful

“I’m burning it, princess y/l/n. give me a minute”

“don’t call me that, weirdo”

“your wish is my command, queen y/n”

“I’m going to fucking hurt you”

as much as you hate when connor is right, in this moment you couldn’t care less. you took his arm holding the stick and dug your teeth into his skin, he yelps and drops the stick in the fire, disintegrating your marshmallow and the stick

“ow! what was that for?”

“you lost my marshmallow, you idiot. get me another!”

“you bit me! I’m wounded!”

“you’re barely bleeding

“but I am! I need a bandaid, princess” connor inspects the new bite mark on his skin, blood trickling down it.

you sigh and stand up, holding a hand out for the boy to take, which he does dramatically. “c’mon you baby, let’s get you a bandaid”

“aww, you care about me. I care about you too, even if you’re rabid”

“don’t make me regret this”

you pull him along to the infirmary, at the moment closed because most campers were in bed or at the campfire. to your luck connor knew how to pick a lock so you got in easily. you closed the door behind you and searched through the drawers until you found the collection of bandaids. you pick up the marvel pack and pull out a spider-man

“give me your arm”

connor allows you to take his arm in your hands and you place the spider-man bandaid over the bite mark (which by now had stopped bleeding)

“spider-man?! you remembered that he was my favorite superhero, I knew you liked me!”

“I just happen to have a good memory. your stupid superhero obsession unfortunately stuck with me”

“what else?” he asks eagerly

you roll your eyes and drop his arm. “we’re not doing this”

“you don’t want to admit that you like me”

“you’re an idiot”

“if you could put up with me for all these years I must not be that idiotic?”

no he is not. but you wouldn’t grant him the pleasure of knowing that

“it doesn’t matter”

you (attempt to) cross your arms but connor takes both your hands in his, holding them over his heart which you take notice beats rapidly

“It matters to me”

your thankful for the dark of the infirmary or connor would’ve teased you relentlessly for the pink hue once again adorning your cheeks

“why?” you whisper

“because I like you. and I don’t know if I could live knowing that you hate me”

you frown. almost hesitantly you place connor’s hands over your heart this time, beating equally as rapid. he smiles

“I don’t hate you”

“really?”

you nod. “I just like biting you”

“that’s kinky”

although he ruined the moment, this time you don’t feel like crying

#xoxochb #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo series #pjo fandom #percy jackson #pjo #percy series #pjo spoilers #connor stoll x y/n #connor stoll x you #connor stoll #connor stoll x reader #pjo hoo toa

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totothewolff · 7 months ago

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Grand Prix Elite Academy (4/10)

+18 | professor!Toto x reader fem!student, sewis, carlos x reader, collegue au | romance, smut, comedy, gossip, betray

Summary: Your life turns 180 degrees after receiving your acceptance letter for the Grand Prix Elite Academy, the most exclusive and prestigious Formula One College, designed to shape the future drivers of the motorsport world. You will try to navigate your new life among the Monaco elites, survive the campus dynamics and rivalries between the faculties, and try to win this year's Elite Cup to beat an undefeated Mercedes, all while befriending your eclectic classmates, join the wild parties, have a couple of make-outs under the racing circuit benches, lose your v-card and get over that stupid crush you have on professor Toto. Will you make it alive to graduation? Race to Greatness! Author's note: This is a Formula One college AU fic set in an elite academy in Monaco, where the F1 Teams are Faculties, their Team Principals are professors, the FIA is the college board, and all the grid drivers are your classmates. You are accepted under a scholarship program called WomenOne and have lots to catch on to after years of putting your racing dreams on hold. Becoming the outcast new girl is always challenging, especially when all of you live on one campus.

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As the morning sunlight streams through the grand staircases of the main building, you sit with your group of friends, placed on different steps, almost forming a circle as you chat with excitement and laughs with some racing gear and helmets scattered around them.

Other students pass you by, entering the large double doors to the main hallway entrance.

The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafts from Lando's and Charles's Starbucks cups as they sip and joke around, discussing their latest racing strategies and sharing stories of their weekend adventures.

The sound of revving engines at the distant hum as you all wait for their morning classes or free practices to begin.

"That fucking bitch I'm going to cut her in half! And I will tear that wig off Britney's head," Leandra lets out.

A bald Nico is a funny visual.

"I'm not trying to play the devil's advocate here, but are we sure she was involved?" Max asks out loud.

Leandra rolls her eyes at him, as does Seb.

"Still, she can do no wrong under your eyes after all these years," Carlos points out.

"Just saying! Please don't kick me out of the group! I need friends." Max goes a little red with embarrassment.

"Calm down! No one is going to do that!" Charles quickly adds. There was a time when Max was the odd and unexpected link in the group; now, everyone is fond of him. "But, it's just facts, bro. She's the one who knew about Y/N being a sad virgin."

"THANK YOU CHARLES!" you add while he giggles.

"The knowing about Y/N being a sad virgin, I get it. Naya also knew the part about Y/N being broke and this year's "Charity Baby," but we all also knew that." Lewis joins in the fun.

"AW GUYS, YOU ARE SO SUPPORTIVE!" you interrupt them with murderous eyes.

Lewis holds his chuckles as he continues: "But the part of Y/N wanting Toto to deflower her, Naya wasn't there to witness her telling that to him." he points out.

"WHAT!?" you scream. At that part, you throw your arms in the air to everyone's amusement.

"Don't you remember?!" Mick says, amazed.

"Please, be joking." you start praying.

"He is not. We all heard your drunk ass asking Toto to fuck you."

"OH MY GOD!" At that moment, you want to get run over by the McLaren car roaring in the distance at the circuit track.

"If you want a life-changing first-time experience," Lando says. "I mean," he looks at his crotch and back at you, then winks. "I have cock to spare."

"Cock to spare," Leandra repeats, bursting out laughing. "How do you come up with this shit?!"

"How does that shit work with girls?! That's the real question," Carlos adds, laughing too.

"SERIOUSLY! THANK YOU GUYS!" you squeak, furiously red.

"Yes, but Nico was there. If Nico is there, Naya is there, and vice versa," Seb says, sounding extremely unhappy with Lewis.

He had remained quiet so far before he let it all out: "Didn't I tell you? Don't invite him! It doesn't matter how much Nico swears he has changed, he is always trouble!"

The couple starts to argue.

It's the first time you witness them acting other than being utterly in love with each other.

Lewis and Seb tend to get lost in each other's eyes for hours, feeling like the world is non-existent around them while sharing soft chats and sweet kisses around campus.

"Honey, I asked for your forgiveness times enough already. What else do you want me to do..." Lewis replies, getting exasperated with him.

"Well, now that you are friends with Nico again, why don't you go and ask him about it?! Ask Nico if he is the one behind the printed posters addressed to Y/N pinned all over the hallways! OH! And in that process, why don't you warn him to stay the fuck away from her!"

"Like that would work," Lewis says, sighing.

Seb then gets on his feet and suddenly climbs up the stairs in a rush, looking really mad. His short skirt sways in the wind, his boots' heels echo on the stairs, and his bag moves violently behind him as he opens the big double doors.

"Honey!" Lewis calls for him, gets fast on his feet, and goes after him.

You give them enough time before following their steps. You deeply care about Seb and want to make sure he is okay.

He is also your project partner in Christian's "Race Engineering" class, your first subject of today, and knowing how prickly of a professor Christian is, you want to make sure everything is fine.

You find the couple in the hub of the old library. Walking inside there feels like stepping into a time capsule.

A retro vibe wraps you as you step on the blue carpeting on the floor; a golden glow emanates from the large windows.

The shelves there are lined with worn, leather-bound books that seem to hold secrets and old stories, while vintage posters and track maps adorn the walls displaying the bygone eras of Motorracing.

This small library is always empty since the main one is way bigger, more stylish, and modern. People sometimes use this one to hook up, hiding among the tall bookshelves in the many corridors.

You catch them talking almost mouth-in-mouth. Seb is lean on a study desk, ass on it, legs hanging.

And Lewis is resting his hand on Sebastian's Aston green pleated mini skirt. Lewis's other hand caresses Seb's hair and cheek as he whispers soft things to his lips, like, "Nico doesn't mean shit to me. I love you. I will make it up for you. You are my rock. I need you by my side" you are able to hear him as you approach them.

Then the bell sounds, Lewis kisses Seb goodbye, grabs his helmet on the table next to Seb's legs, and gives you a warm smile on his way out while pulling up half of his racing suit on his way out.

"He is going to spend the entire day on track! My poor baby always ends up exhausted after that. I won't be able to join your study session tonight. I will be preparing his ice bath for when he returns." Seb tells you as he hops off the study table.

Seb is so dedicated to Lewis and is so adorable to witness. "All good with you two, then?" you ask shyly.

"Always, dear." Seb reassures you, sounding all happy now.

"I wanted to make sure you were doing okay. You looked distressed for a minute. You know I care about you, right?"

"I know. You are a good friend, thank you." Seb squeezes you in his arms for a brief second on your way down back in the main hallway, and then he explains to you. "It's this Nico thing. He always tends to get under my skin. I hate throwing tantrums at Lewis like that, but I can't help it sometimes!"

"I get it, now. Hey! By the way, with all of this, I haven't been able to tell you yet how hot you look!"

"Thank you!" Seb twirls for you, grabbing your hand in the process.

"Your legs look unbelievable!" you add. "Fishy, fishy"

You two keep walking hand in hand until you reach the classroom's door. "I know, thanks! Lewis agrees with you. You know? He is in this phase now that I drive him crazy when I wear mini skirts. The other day, he was barely able to hold himself. He almost takes me raw at my desk in the student affairs office. He felt so hard under those pants. Mmm, delicious." Seb lets out a long sigh.

"Hey! Don't eat bread in front of the poor!" you complain, slightly jealous but in good faith.

"Oh, shit, I forgot about your virgin-ess! Sorry! I hope you find the cure soon." Seb jokes with you.

"I just need to convince Toto to supply me the injection to solve it!" you fool around.

"Slut!" Seb playfully tells you as you two grab your seats inside the classroom.

"Ough," Seb moans in a low voice for the fourth time, trying to make you lose it sitting next to you at Toto's class while the professor turns to face the screens again, his firm ass and muscular back in display for you two to enjoy the view.

"As you can see, class," he says, gesturing to the complex graphs and charts, "these simulations show the effects of different wing configurations on downforce and drag. The blue line represents the current setup, while the red line shows the potential gains we could achieve by modifying the wing's angle and curvature." His voice is calm and authoritative, but his hands move quickly and precisely as he uses a laser pointer to highlight key points on the screens.

Some of your classmates lean forward, their eyes fixed attentively, as they write notes on the complex data and ask questions about its implications for their racing strategies.

Toto asked the class to come up with an example by reading the intricacies of the data displayed on the screens in front of him to form a decision on a fictional course of a race.

"Shut it! You idiot, you will get us in trouble. I'm already standing on thin ice with him," you silence Seb, trying to keep your composure.

After what Mick told you, you haven't been able to focus the entire class nor look directly at Toto, fearing crossing his gaze, with your mind going back to that night, trying to puzzle all the shit you did under the alcohol influence.

Every time Seb moans for you in a low voice as Toto turns his back for something or moves suggestively, you struggle to hold your chuckles.

"Miss Y/LN, Miss Vettel, do you have anything you want to share with the class?" his deep, powerful voice addresses you.

You feel Toto's eyes set on you. His glasses slightly sliding on his appealing nose.

You go all pale, darting "Don't you even dare!" eyes to Seb.

"No, sir." you quickly reply.

"Miss Y/LN, why don't you come sit right here?" he commands you more than asks you, pulling a single chair and placing it in the middle of the room, at the front, near where he stands, in a place where everyone will notice your slightest move. "Since you appear to be on the moon this entire class, this is the best spot to get you back on track, and Vettel."

"Yes, professor?" Seb answers.

"Last warning, another distraction, and you go out."

Nico looks more than pleased that you two are getting scolded.

You have been avoiding going to your dorm all day long. You even tried to get transferred to another room at the Student Affairs front desk, but they informed you it wasn't an option since you were under no harm and because you are located in a dorm that belongs to the scholarship students housing program.

Then, why is Naya in there with you? It makes no sense; her parents are wealthy.

You close the entrance door, returning from the long study session you organized in the main library for the "Trackside PU" extracurricular, and you enter your dorm without making considerable noise, going straight to the kitchenette to place your tumbler inside the small dishwasher.

Naya is studying and writing notes on her iPad at the round dining table. There's a lot of tension in the air as you both become aware of the other's presence.

She's wearing reading glasses. You have never seen her with those before. She looks even hotter.

After a few minutes, you hear a clear "It wasn't me" that she lets out loud enough for you to listen.

You send her a look.

"Nico was inside my bedroom when you came in here. He heard it all. I told him not to do it," Naya explains.

"Sure"

"It's the truth!" She holds your gaze. "Torger is also mad at him for doing that, but he doesn't know how to address the matter with you yet."

"Can't Toto speak for himself, or does he pay you to act as his messenger?" That sounded harsher than you expected, but she pushed you to react like that.

Naya gives you no comeback. "Now that I cleared things, I'm going to bed. I had a long day," Naya says while stretching. Good night," she tells you as you look at her short grey skirt and Mercedes' blazer uniform. She is looking on point but with her tie loosened. Then you remember, you still have no faculty.

"You tell me."

"Just ignore her! Naya hates that, not feeling relevant enough. Maybe just try to move on." Lea advises you while attempting to remain empathic but being honest.

As you all condition in the sleek, high-tech training center, pushing yourselves to the limit, your sweat-drenched bodies showing your intense workouts.

The sounds of pounding music and clinking weights fill the air as you all tackle your individual routines.

Lewis grunts with effort as he lifts the massive dumbbells, his piercing gaze focused on the weight above him.

Sebastian, meanwhile, is on the stationary bike, his powerful legs pumping away as he sprints through a virtual reality course.

Lea, ever the showgirl, is working on her agility and flexibility. She leaps and spins through gymnastics-inspired exercises, exchanging suggestive looks with the trainer she banged at Lewis' birthday party.

"What if Nico tries to blackmail me?!" you ask the trio as you go all cheeta on the treadmill. "He has the photos." you sound way too overstressed. "I fucked it big time! I'm so losing my scholarship due to all this! I shouldn't have gotten drunk! I'm going to disappoint my dad!" you struggle to speak, tears running down your face as you fully panic at the high-end training facility.

Not even a week has passed by since the incident, and you have been receiving lots of DMs on your GPEA app of guys offering to deflower you and a couple of nasty dick pics that you had to flag and report.

"It's not coming to that. We have your back!" Seb reassures you.

"It's best if you speak with Toto about it. It's making you feel miserable," Lewis says. "Niki is the only one who puts Nico in place. Toto could talk to Niki to make him stop the gaslighting. And also, Toto can deal with Naya's antics."

"Maybe she didn't do it herself, but I doubt she feels bad for it. She lets no one get near her precious Torger," Lea adds and imitates the way Naya says Toto's name with her accent and all.

"Just remain cautious around her, please," Seb asks you.

That night, you have the most bizarre dream.

"You're a virgin!" Massi screams at you, his voice dripping with condescension. "How can we expect you to be a top-notch driver when you don't even know the thrill of passion?"

The room erupts into laughs and snorts. All your classmates go into a chorus of mocking jeers. "Virgin! Leave!" they chant, waving their hands in ridicule.

Before you can protest or defend yourself, Massi slams his fist on the table, and you feel yourself get dragged out of the GPEA.

"TOTO!" You try to reach for him as everyone laughs and points at you in the hallways.

Then it morphs to visuals of Toto's strong hands pressuring your hips, pulling your skirt up, and roughly fucking you against his desk.

Your bodies moving in a fast and desperate rhythm, throwing papers, pencils, and stuff all over the lecture hall floor, your moans and his grunts echoing in the empty room, skin slapping against skin hard, he going deeper inside you, pulling your hair, forcing you to arch your back.

You wake up with a cold sweat and wet panties, feeling disoriented, scared, and horny at the same time.

You rub your eyes, trying to shake off the vivid memory of the crazy dream that had just left you.

You get off the bed.

You lace up your running shoes and step onto the misty veil that shrouds the campus racing track surrounded by the woods. It's early morning, and the skies are still dark. The air feels crisp and cold.

You went out for a jog because you could not sleep a minute more after having those crazy dreams about you getting expelled from the academy and that triple x with Toto.

You set off briskly, your footsteps echoing off the asphalt as you weave through the deserted track.

The sounds of nature gradually replaced the silence as the skies became washed blue, preparing to welcome the sun.

There's nothing that motivates you like hate. You feel now a rage to shut their mouths, to show them.

You don't notice how hard you are running till tiny gravel debris starts peeling off the track under your tracking shoes, and you feel your legs tensing in your black sporty booty shorts.

At the same time, your iPhone bounces violently on your arm holder, and your headphones are about to fly out of your ears.

You drop yourself out of breath on the grass next to the chicane, exhausted and unable to move further. The perfectly maintained green grass feels cold and wet against your ass.

You are struggling to catch your breath, and rage tears are coming out of your eyes. Your strong, fast strides left most of your fury leave of your body.

"You good?" you hear a deep voice from a distance.

OH FUCK! NOT NOW!

You feel another panic attack coming your way and start bracing for impact, shrinking.

"Yes, it's nothing," you quickly reply, struggling to talk. You sense an instant and desperate urge to keep running even if you feel about to puke just to avoid Toto right now.

"So, you casually hyperventilate on cold mornings?" Toto asks you, approaching you, arching an eyebrow.

He calmly keeps jogging till he closes the gap between you, now able to observe your face and features. You look like a distressed mess.

So Toto is an early bird?

You don't notice the tears falling from your eyes until they blur your vision, and your body starts shivering under the cold breeze, running out of warmth.

Toto unzips his sports jacket and offers it to you, grabbing your attention.

You instantly are about to reject it, but he knows it beforehand and tells you, "Take it," before you can even wave your hand.

It sounds more like an instruction.

"I think I know the reason behind those tears, and I'm deeply sorry for the situation. I heard the gossip. It's a small campus." Toto drops himself on the grass beside you, bending his knees. The muscles in his toned legs look so fine.

Before he explains, "Nico is a highly competitive and strong-willed student. He plans on graduating from here with a deal and a seat on an F1 team secured. He has this unhealthy way of dealing with those he considers threats."

Toto notices you shaking your head.

"How am I a threat? No one even wants me on their faculty, puff" you laugh it off.

"Nico knows you got here because there's something special in you. And I believe so, too," Toto replies, encouraging you.

You give Toto an "Are you kidding me?!" look.

He smiles brightly at your reaction, with his gorgeous teeth showing. "I'm rooting for you!" he adds.

"The one who called me a small-minded quitter or that I had no mindset, how was it? I don't recall exactly."

Toto rolls his eyes at the pettiness. "Anyway, Nico likes mind games, that's all. But that mixture makes him a ruthless fighter and a true champion. He has that fire! Nothing gets in his way. Not even Lewis' raw talent or Naya's strategic mega-mind."

"...And also make him an awful human being!" you add in a funny voice, full of dislike.

Toto tries to remain diplomatic, so he doesn't give you an answer to that.

"So that's what Nico wants? To play his games with me and watch me fail? Sorry, but I'm not giving him or you all the pleasure."

"Did I truly offended you that much? With just some words and facts, mostly facts." Toto asks you, a bit skeptical.

"You made it personal. You threw my mom's passing as a low punch, basically."

"Wasn't my intention you perceived it like that. I get what you went through more than you imagine."

He sounds sincere.

"Just so you know, I didn't give up my dream. I choose to help my father achieve his. You judged me way too soon. I do have a hunger to win and push for more, but I need a chance to do so."

"Is that so?! Was I wrong, then?"

"Yes."

"...And?"

"I think you should apologize."

"To you? What for?"

"Didn't you listen to a word of what I said?!" you let out. Shit! You went too far again. "...sir?"

"I find you so intriguing. You feel the need to add a sir to address me when, almost a week ago, you wanted me to fuck you right there, and now you are fighting me when I try to look after you. What's on that head of yours?"

"About what I said that night at Lewis' birthday party, I was..." You are now totally red.

"...You were completely drunk. I would never accept you that invite, not under that state."

"So all good?"

"All good."

"Puff, great." You look relieved.

Wait, under that state... So... Is a yes when sober?!

"You know, most people get burned falling into Nico's games," Toto warns you.

"I'm not most people." You hold his gaze.

Toto looks at you in a way you can't read as he sees the fire burning in your eyes, your rage on display, and your hunger to show something.

Your eyes wander to his lips. You can't help it. He notices this and slowly leans towards you, closing the gap between you as if a magnetic force pulled you closer.

As he is near your mouth, he whispers to your lips. You feel his breath brushing your skin. "Is that all you can jog?! You are not even halfway through the circuit. If you want to put people in shame, you better jack on," Toto teases you before getting on his feet.

"Eat my dust." You follow him and start jogging faster than him, passing him by.

You sense his eyes going all over your body as he enjoys the view of a sweaty you in those tiny booty shorts, ass, and hips swaying around meters in front of him.

"Y/N!"

You turn around to see Lance running your way, crossing the gardens.

"Hi, Sir Lancelot!" you offer him your hand after stopping your scooter.

"Ma'lady," he kisses it, greeting you. "All better now?"

"Slightly, yeah," you let out a sigh.

"Since you have been all stressed out lately, I thought inviting you to decompress at our Bonfire Night the following weekend would be nice. I hope you can join us."

"Sounds excellent, but what's a Bonfire Night, and who is "us"?"

"I always have to remember you are new around here! It's like talking with a baby! Always in need of explanation," Lance says.

He is such a sweetie but terrible with words.

"Every year, my dad hosts a bonfire party at the beach for friends and family, like many of our neighbors on that night. We spend the entire evening there, having the best time, eating, dancing, and drinking until sunrise. It's at our house in St. Tropez!"

"Oh, it sounds so cool!"

"The guys are coming, Charles, Yuki, Pippa, Lea, Sewis. So what do you say? We leave next Saturday at 4 p.m. on my dad's yacht at the harbor here."

"Count me in!"

"So, I told Lance I'm coming! I had no idea the rich did that bonfire thing-ritual every year."

"It's a tradition! We have many," Charles corrects you while trying to assemble a sandwich, smashing mayo on the bread with a knife. "I'm glad you are in the mood to join us! You do need it."

"Give me! What you are trying to do is just sad." You wash your hands before grabbing ingredients and starting to prepare a decent Saturday morning breakfast.

"Can I have one? Please!" Lea smells and sees you perform magic in the pristine kitchenette at their dorm, handling bacon, avocado, eggs, pepper, olive oil, and toast bread like a pro.

"Coming right your way!" you slide a grilled sandwich on each of the three plates.

"It's like the Upper East Siders' going to the Hamptons to act even richer near water, but in this case, it's in our mansions by the beach at St. Tropez," Charles says while biting the perfectly made sandwich and making pleasure gestures.

As Lea almost finishes hers, she tells you. "Feel like joining me today? I'm going to buy my outfits for the bonfire night. I would love a second opinion."

"I would love to, but I promised my dad I would visit him and Diesel."

"Who?" Charles asks.

You pull out your phone to show them pictures of your dog.

Massive squeals and aws come out of their lips.

"I need to meet him!" Lea says, "We could go to your dad's after shopping!"

After spending hours going from shop to shop and stopping for a well-needed boba, you arrive at your family's components store, and you two wait for your dad to join you.

"Could you please stop playing with the labeler?" you ask Lea, amused and almost laughing as she goes all over the shop, holding the labeler gun in her hands, nearly James Bond-style, tagging random stuff.

"But I love it! Beep, beep," Lea says as she presses the button and throws more product labels.

"Hey! Don't dare to label Diesel!" you warn her as she aims it in his direction.

"Never. Besides, he would be priceless, right? You little, sweet, furry baby!" she bends to pat Diesel and says with the most ridiculous voice.

Diesel quickly turns his head your way when he hears his name, bandana swinging in the air. He then runs like crazy to the doors as he smells your dad approaching. He goes all nuts as your dad enters the store, then runs to push his bowl with his nose, knowing it's lunchtime.

"Dad!" you give him the biggest hug as he pulls you off the ground in his arms.

"Our world champion is in the house! Hi, baby, how are you? We missed you."

"Splendid!" you lie, after almost having three panic attacks in just one week. "Dad, I have so much to tell you! That campus is to die for!"

Let's better not mention the parties, the nasty gossip, all the alcohol consumption, and the drugs.

"Hi, Mr. Y/LN. It's nice meeting you, sir. I'm Leandra de Vries," She approaches you, returning the labeler to the counter.

Your dad offers her a handshake.

"Nice to meet you, Leandra. You are in great luck today! I made my signature lasagna for lunch. It's Y/N's favorite!"

"YES!" you throw a fist in the air, already tasting the flavors in your mind, all excited.

"Oh great, I love Italian!" Lea says.

"Let's go upstairs, girls, lunch is waiting. Come on, Diesel, come here, let's go!"

Diesel goes first on the stairs. He used to be scared of stairs, so he takes his time climbing them before entering your small loft on top of the store.

"This is where I live, welcome." You receive Lea inside and give her the tour. It takes little time.

"I had a closet about this size. It's cute and cozy in here. I like it," Lea says, bouncing on the sofa before taking her time to look around at the pictures you have on a shelf. "She's your mom, right? You look like her. She is beautiful."

"Yes, thank you, that's her, the one and only. God, I wish she was here to see all of this."

"She is so proud of you, and she is watching it," your dad says, gesturing with a finger to the sky before returning to serve the dishes.

You three spend a great time chatting up and filling your stomachs with delicious food and some wine.

On the ride back to campus at night, Lea asked her driver to pick you up, she jokes with you in the backseat of the luxurious car.

"You forgot to mention your dad was hot and single!"

"Girl..." you look straight at her, smirking.

"I already love you like a daughter..." Lea teases you.

A hysterical laugh escapes your lips. "Please don't!"

"I'm joking, I'm joking," she bumps your arm softly with her fist. "I have limits. I would never! You know, it's just my dark humor," she tells you.

"I live for your dark humor."

The highlight of your week is that letter from Williams offering you a place on their faculty, which you immediately accept.

You can't believe you are going to use the same facilities Senna did during his time here.

You call your dad full of excitement!

"Congratulations, Miss Williams!" Charles tells you as he opens the door of their dorm, welcoming you with a hug.

"Congrats!" Lea also comes to hug you. "It's super difficult getting in that one. They are super duper hermetic! By any chance, do you have any link with the Williams family?" she looks surprised.

"Maybe it's due to Claire being in charge, you know, since I'm a girl and I'm here because of the WomenOne program, maybe she gave me a shot."

"Sounds unlikely," Charles agrees.

"To be accepted or invited there, you have to have stellar references or be close to their family, which you have to be insanely rich or Formula One royalty basically," Lea explains.

"They rejected Naya, even being a Lauda! Go figure," Charles tells you the gossip.

"Oh, but that was because Frank and Niki are opponents!" Lea addresses you.

"Then who knows, but I'm so excited, I can't believe it yet! I hope it's not Nico pulling me a joke." You roll your eyes.

"Please don't mention that name again; maybe he could Beetlejuice here! God forbids!" Charles jokes.

"Well, let's get ready. The chauffeur is picking us up at 3:00 p.m."

"Y/N, so that you know, it's the third most demanding faculty. You got this!" Lea encourages you.

"Understood, thanks. It's a really exciting day!" you let out, all happy.

"Oh, Charles is the most excited!" Lea throws him a dirty look.

"Okay..." you look back and forth between them. "What's the tea?!" You instantly ask, watching the interaction.

"He is Lance's aunt's lover."

"No shit!" your eyebrows go to the roof.

"I... I... WAS... we don't do that anymore." Charles quickly adds, starting to pack his things in his duffel bag.

"Come on! You always end up fucking no matter what! He always says that," She looks incredulous at him. "That's a cute duffel!" she points to your purple packed bag.

"Not this time!" Charles sounds so sure.

"Let's bet! One on, he gets no action tonight. Two on she will suck the collagen out of him."

"Show me your outfit for tonight! You asked me to help you with your makeup, right?"

"YES!"

"You can't seriously be wearing that! Whose swimsuit is it? Your grandma's?!" Lea looks you up as you exit her bathroom in your bathing suit with the dress you are to wear on top hanging in your left arm.

"Why?!" You thought you looked fine. "It's Victoria's Secret!"

"It's huge! And ew!"

"No way!" You look at your reflection in the large mirror. You are wearing a two-piece electric blue bikini with a twist-front top and matching boy short bikini bottoms that cover you up to your belly.

"Also, you need to moisturize that skin properly. It's looking a bit dry." She handles you some jars with creams.

"Really?! Oh thanks"

"You always give me no time!" She goes inside her closet. "I'm again pulling a miracle!"

"Fairy godmother, please help me!" you beg, now getting self-conscious while applying the cream to your legs and arms.

Be careful with what you wish for.

"Are you serious with this, Lea?! Why do you insist on having my ass on full display every time!"

"Because it makes you look so hot! That high-cut V-shape is so flattering on you! Besides, all cheeky thong bikinis are so sexy!"

"For sure, one of my titties is flying out of here at some point," you say as you fix your top to hold the girls in place better.

"Your skin looks so shiny and fresh now," she says, and you agree. "You look so fucking hot!"

The two-piece monochromatic green strap bikini Leandra gave you has a tie knot front and cutout design, revealing a bit of extra skin up there. It matches the high-cut leg and cheeky back bottom that accentuates the best out of your curves; the high-waisted Brazilian thong is very revealing.

"I trust you fully, okay? Thank you," you say, feeling confident with yourself now; the workout routine you have been under is showing.

"Carlos is going to get rocket hard when he sees you!" Lea lets out, all excited.

"Shut up! He is going, too?" you squeal, eager. "Lance didn't mention him."

"Carlos Sr. owns the house next door. Carlos and all his hot Spaniard cousins and friends will be there like every year. I'm almost 100 percent sure he will try to hook up with you tonight. I manifest it. It's in the air."

You look at yourself in the mirror one last time and from all angles.

You look and feel good, and you hope Lea is right. You want some action in your life.

You observe in awe the majestic, three-story-high yacht that's way bigger than your house, with its gleaming white hull and gleaming chrome railings sparkling in the afternoon light.

After passing the security check, you board with your friends and start searching for Lance inside among the guests who have already arrived.

A luxurious Mercedes car pulls over, and a hot, tall man descends on the dock and boards the yacht with an air of confidence and sophistication. He is wearing a light linen shirt, blue swim trunks, sunglasses, and espadrilles men's shoes.

All the wealthy elites are wearing their finest beach attire, diamonds and pearls glinting in the sunlight.

Lance is inside the ship, standing beside his stunning mother and billionaire dad in the main salon, which has comfortable seating areas where guests can mingle and socialize over champagne and canapés. The yacht's interior is opulent, with lavish furnishings and sparkling chandeliers.

After chatting for a minute, he lets you know he has to stay there to welcome all his guests but that Lewis and Seb are on the upper deck.

So you all choose to go hang out with them and take in the breathtaking views of the Mediterranean Sea.

The waiter offering the cocktails around blocks your view of Toto boarding the ship as you grab one of the glasses.

Then you turn your back in his direction, quickly catching Charles's step. You finish climbing the stairs just as Lawrence welcomes Toto with a "My good friend!"

The sun is setting rapidly now, and the yacht is beginning to move out of the harbor. Its engines are purring smoothly as it cuts through the waves, picking up speed.

Lewis's abs look great in that see-through "Sea Maiden" Burberry t-shirt paired with bright orange pants.

"Are those real?!" You feel his abs, greeting him, making Seb laugh as Lewis has him wrapped around his arm. Seb's chin resting on Lewis's shoulder.

"Lucky me!" Seb says, wearing a beautiful two-piece ensemble: a cute baby blue and white stripes bikini top paired with a Miu Miu white mini skirt. This time, he has natural short hair and sunglasses. His waist looks tiny.

The drinking and partying started from the get-go, with music and laughter creating a relaxed vibe.

Lance and you dance around for a while, holding your drinks in hand before you need to pee.

You go down the narrow, long hallway to the bathroom when you see a girl closing the door going in. "Dammit!" you let out before turning back around.

As you exit the hallway, Toto enters it on his way to the same bathroom door, only to find it's in use.

As you approach St. Tropez, you can see the many bonfires on the long beach coast twinkling on the horizon.

The yacht docks at the Stroll mansion, where a staff team had set up a massive bonfire and a beach party like no other.

There are food tables, a very famous DJ, gift bags with everything you need plus luxury items, beautiful white and natural wood-looking outdoor sitting areas with stunning flower decor, and Cantoya lights that give the place such a vibe.

You and your friends disembark last. You are already having a good time on deck. As you finally make your way down to the beach, you are welcomed by the smoking hostesses in bikinis, who offer you roasted marshmallows.

"Follow me! I asked our people to set us our own bonfire in a spot far away from my parents!" Lance informs you.

And he was right. It was less crowded and far from the main action but still on site.

As you walk there, feeling the still warm sand on your feet, you pass a breathtaking house with an oceanview front and an open concept.

Carlos waves his hand from the pool there, grabbing the group's attention.

"Where are you going?!" he screams.

"To Tortoise," Lance screams back. "See you there?" You assume it's a reference. Carlos nods his head.

Ten minutes later, he arrives with some of his cousins and Lando. They all get introduced, and the boys choose to start playing beach volleyball. It turns out Tortoise is the nickname of that court.

The sound of the waves crashing against the shore and the distant hum of the DJ's music create a pulsating atmosphere.

As you sip your cocktails, Lance's team goes back and forth from the bar to your location. You all enjoy the music and cheer for Lewis and Lando playing against Carlos and his cousin.

Nearby, Yuki and Pippa are going at each other, sharing passionate kisses, she is sitting on his lap, wearing a tiny bikini, and Yuki's hand is all over her ass.

After Lewis falls on the sand and misses the shot, Seb laughs really hard, making Lewis go after him.

Seb starts running to the sea in his cute two-piece bikini. Lewis catches him midway, pulling him up from the ground and into his arms before taking his top off.

Seb lets out a small scream, quickly placing his hands over his chest, covering his nipples, and looking your way, making you all laugh.

They start playing in the waves before Seb pulls Lewis down to the wet sand with him.

They start caressing each other, making out hungrily, their hands going everywhere before they go behind some palm trees.

Lewis stays on his feet, back leaning against them in complete pleasure.

The volleyball game's second round caught your and Lea's attention.

A group of guys, all lean and muscular dudes living nearby, are playing a fierce match against the double C, Charles, and Carlos.

Their sweat-drenched faces and glistening skins make them look like they've just stepped out of a fitness magazine.

You two can't help but watch as they leap and dive for the ball, their muscles flexing with every movement.

One of them, a tall, big, blonde-haired guy with piercing green eyes, caught Lea's eye. He couldn't help but be drawn to her, feeling a spark of attraction ignite within them.

"Boys, you look so heated! Why don't we go for a dive-in?" Lea says, getting on her feet once the game ends, pulling off her clothes, and locking her eyes with the hot dude.

You all watch Lea run naked into the waters as you all scream and whistle, mesmerized by her openness, cheekiness, and hot body.

The blonde dude wastes no time following her. They get further into the waters, now barely visible; she grabs herself tight to his neck, her face buried in his shoulder as they fuck.

Everyone in here is making you so horny, and you can't keep ignoring Carlos' sweaty and delicious body.

You need some fresh air! What are you saying?! You can't get fresher air!

Before you leave to get a drink, Lando approaches you. "What are you hiding beneath that?! You are the only one still with clothes on."

"A cute and hot swimsuit," you say, all confident and playful.

"LET US SEE!" Pippa turns her head still on Yuki's lap.

You slide down your dress slowly.

Carlos devorous you with his eyes.

"WOAH! WOAH!" Lance lets out.

Lando throws a kiss in the air as you walk to the bar to get a drink on your own.

You notice, when you turn back a few steps away, Carlos biting his fist, watching your ass sway as you go.

The music gets louder as you reach the house's massive pool. The modern Stroll mansion is a work of art.

The bonfire roars to life, sending flames shooting high into the air as the beach erupts into a frenzy of activity. People laugh and dance, others gather around the fire, and some jump into the pool.

Toto can't believe his eyes. That's you, and a lot of you is on display. He feels an instant sensation traveling through his body.

Toto's eyes wander all over you as you pass before him on the other side of the pool. He gets on his feet and jumps into the pool.

Heading toward the bar, swimming across to catch you in there. Just as the bartender gives you your drink and you sip it, you turn around to witness Toto stepping out of the pool, water running all over his muscular body. You can't help but follow the water down with your gaze.

"But if it's the Williams girl!"

"Hi, Mercedes boy!"

"Boy?!" he laughs a bit at that.

"I didn't see you at the yacht!"

"We were upstairs."

"And where are you now?"

You point in the distance to a miniature bonfire.

"Feeling better, then? I hope you are having a good time; you look like it." You sense his eyes going all over you without discretion.

"I am! You?" you suggestively bite and suck your straw. Is that how you are supposed to flirt?!

"Meh. Lawrence is a friend."

"You can join us if you want."

"Sure, I can pop by later. Don't drink too much," Toto says, stealing the drink from your hands, putting the straw in his mouth, and sipping it.

Toto wanders away from the party as he takes an important call. Being the boss requires 24/7 availability.

He is close to the Sainz Mansion, enough to overhear Carlos and Lando's conversation.

"Y/N looks so appetizing," Carlos says.

"The way he looked at you, man, she is just waiting for you to fuck her." Lando agrees and adds.

"Right?! I felt the same! I'm going to take Y/N to my bed as soon as I see her. I think I still have condoms upstairs. See you around."

Since everyone but you seem busy fucking and hooking up, and Carlos is nowhere near, apparently, you go for a walk to take in the beautiful surroundings.

It's your first time at St. Tropez, and it's as gorgeous as you heard. You venture to go exploring further past the Stroll's house.

Toto watches you from a distance, wandering all by yourself. He catches your step, and you more than gladly invite him to join you.

Soon, it's just the two of you alone in front of an empty mansion. It's a quiet, lonely beach, just for your voices and laughs as you talk about life, finding things in common, and starting to know each other.

He gets near the sea, dipping his feet in the water as he slowly walks in. You follow his steps. The wet sand feels soft against your toes.

Soon, you are standing before him, half your body inside the water, with the moon reflecting on the surface.

You feel Toto slowly pulling the string off your top, unwrapping the tight nod in your back and causing it to fall down to the sea.

The cold air hardens your nipples as well as your excitement. Toto looks down at your breasts.

The waves move your bodies against each other.

"Beautiful," he lets out and kisses your neck. Before cupping one of your tits and rubbing your nipple with one of his thumb fingers, licking it with his tongue, moving it in circles, playing with your nipple, arousing you before claiming your lips.

You kiss him hungrily, dancing on your tip toes, stroking yourself against him.

He pulls you tight against his naked, firm chest in a fast move, and proceeds to place a trail of kisses from your temple to your shoulders, where he starts to move down to your chest. His lips biting and sucking your nipples.

He wraps your legs around his waist, pulling you by your thighs with a firm grip, and carries you deeper into the sea.

You feel your breasts rubbing on his skin, your naked skin brushing, making him get hard, or so you feel against your inner thigh.

Toto holds you in place by the ass as he starts pushing your body against his, up and down, slowly, as you two make out, your hands going all over his wet hair.

He then puts you down before making you turn around; you back against him, and you feel his now full erection on your ass cheeks as he rubs you against it while kissing your neck, squeezing and cupping your tits with both his big hands before moving to play with your nipples again.

The sensation sends you to heaven.

He starts sliding his big hand down your body, leaving a trail of warmth on your stomach. You feel his fingers sliding your bikini bottoms' light and small fabric to the side.

You sense the water brushing your pussy as Toto's index finger starts caressing your folds while he bites your ear lobe.

"I couldn't resist not being your first," Toto confesses. "You are an enigma that I want to unwrap slowly," he whispers to your ear.

You moan for him several times as he slowly and tenderly pushes his finger into you, exploring your insides.

"Warm and wet for me," he whispers, hot against your ear. You place your hand on his forearm with a tight grip.

"It feels so good," your voice is barely a whisper. Toto inserts a second finger inside you, giving you time to adjust to the feeling.

Then he starts fingering you, making you moan and say things that for sure will make you die of embarrasment tomorrow. He is torturing you with the pleasure of his different speed rhythms.

Just about when you start gasping for air, he leads your right hand inside his swim trunks to wrap it around his hard cock.

"Do it this way," Toto guides you as he reads the hesitation in your eyes. You start rubbing his dick as he keeps finger fucking you.

"Faster and in a twirling movement like this," he shows you how he likes it. It's great that you are a fast learner; you soon make him groan.

As you go on him, jerking him off, he bites your lip.

Minutes later, he pulls his dick out of his swim trunks and starts rubbing the tip of his cock between your ass cheeks as he groans loud and cums on you, grabbing your tits tight as you arch against him.

He softly pats, slaps, and squeezes your ass a couple of times as he claims your lips. You make him wrap his toned arms around you as you slide your hands all over them.

You keep kissing till you start to feel the chilly air. You get put together before Toto carries you back to the beach, where your bikini top is nowhere to be seen.

You can't return to the bonfire party topless like that.

He picks up his white linen shirt from the sand, places it on you, and buttons it up for you. Your naked breasts are still visible under the fabric.

You pull him closer, stealing him many more kisses. "Don't leave yet," you whisper against his lips.

You two lay on the sand. Well, Toto does. He places you on top of him as you keep exploring each other's bodies, tasting every corner and spot with your wet tongues, leaving traces everywhere.

You break the hot, wet kiss you are sharing to catch your breath.

"You should go back to your friends before they worry," he tells you, unconvinced.

"Oww," you whine.

"Okay, you win" he smiles against your mouth and continues kissing you, his hand squeezing your ass.

After a couple of minutes, he tells you. "I'll see you around, okay? We will make time for ourselves this week."

"Like, ahem, when?"

"Whenever you like."

You give him a couple of "final" goodbye kisses before he buries you beneath his body, shifting positions, placing himself on top of you and in between your legs, kissing you passionately, unable to pull away.

"Go," you push him away playfully. "I can't quit you". You steal him another quick kiss before he gets on his feet, dick looking hard again.

You return to your now completely drunk friends bonfire party with the biggest smile on earth, wearing a sizes bigger man's shirt with visibly no top beneath.

Seb and Leandra give you THE look.

And you go all red under their stares.

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Decisions 2

Summary: Magneto is called away from Utopia to help care for an injured Rogue. Set just after the Schism, when Mags is still in Utopia, and Rogue is with Wolverine at the Jean Grey School for Gifted Youngsters back in Westchester County, NY.

Pairing: Rogue/Magneto

Warnings: Trigger Warning: I am ruining the plot for my own story here by choice. There is a discussion of and partial scene of a character having a miscarriage. Because this can be a very sensitive topic and triggering for some, please proceed with caution. I did not go with anything graphic, but to each their own on what they can and cannot handle. You have been warned.

Author’s Notes: This is part two of my Decisions fic. Looks like this might be turning into a series. I am not sure when parts will be added. The title will most likely be changing, and a series title created. Not sure yet. Plans are still planning. Keep an eye on my Tumblr to see updates!

*****

It had been roughly a week since Rogue's stay in the Infirmary, and just about as long since Magneto glued himself to her. Gambit had tried to see her before now, to apologize for his part in her injuries during the battle with the renegade mutant. He just didn't want to do it with her constant shadow.

“You're being a big baby, Gambit,” Frenzy called him out. They were sitting outside, on a picnic table, enjoying the sun.

“It musta been tèrib if'n he come all de way from Utopia. I don’ wan none o'dat wit him,” Gambit didn't really have a problem with Magneto. Normally. But the way he was barely leaving Rogue's side told Remy that something serious happened and he didn't want to tread where he wouldn't be welcomed.

“Idiot, it was an accident. Magneto told me he sees it that way. He knows you'd never do anything to intentionally hurt her,” Frenzy rolled her eyes at the Cajun.

“Don' you have class?” He glared.

“Nope. I have a free period, so I can sit here and tell you what a fucking idiot you're being.” Frenzy was enjoying getting a rise out of the Cajun.

“I just wan’ ta talk ta her alone.”

“Admit it! You're afraid of Big Daddy Magneto!” Frenzy laughed.

Gambit shook his head in disgust. “Remy not afraid o’ him. I jus’...”

“Uh uh, LeBeau! You're not getting out of this one.” Frenzy held her hand up to quiet Gambit's protests. “You're afraid of what the old man is gonna say or do to you, even though I can tell you without a doubt, he holds nothing against you.”

“Den why he here? Any time she get hurt, he let her deal wit it on her own.” It was something Gambit didn't like about their relationship. In his mind, Rogue needed someone there for her all the time. But it rose warning bells in him that something else may have happened to Rogue that caused Magneto to show up.

Frenzy sighed, “That's for him to know and us to find out.”

Gambit's eyebrow shot up at that. Turning to look at her, “He not tell you?”

Cargill cracked her knuckles, “Nope. Whatever happened, I'll tell you, has him upset. Not at you, and not at her. Just in general. I've never seen him like this. Even with Wanda.”

At the mention of the Scarlet Witch, Gambit shudders. Being reminded of M Day and the catastrophic times that followed… it was not a time he wanted to remember too well. “Whatever it is, he barely lef’ her side. He also got Wolverine on a short leash…”

“Pryde's lovin’ it. He upgraded the security system within his first two days here. Currently, he's finding some basic education teachers for the school. He was furious when he saw the curriculum,” Frenzy laughed, again.

“Logan jus gonna let him take over?” Not that what Magneto was doing was bad, but this was Logan and Kitty's school.

“Pryde is ok with it. It's benefiting the students. And gonna help make us accredited or some shit. So we'll be official and the kids can get actual diplomas and go on after that. She says it'll bring more students in. More paying students.” She had to admit, that did sound great for the kids. Teaching them mutant things was good, but they also needed the basics of the world. Leave it to Erik to think of things like that.

“If it helps the youngsters,” Gambit shrugged.

*******

Rogue lay in bed in her room. Magnus was in the shower, not aware that she was awake. Her head was still bandaged, the wound healing nicely. Wolverine actually offered her his powers. She declined, much to his surprise. She told him she had her reasons, and Magnus backed her up. Wolverine backed off and said the offer was still on the table.

As she lay there in the bed, Rogue rested a hand on her lower abdomen. Part of the reason she didn't want to use Logan's powers was because she wasn't ready to let go yet. Magnus had guessed that was her reason. He supported her, telling her that unless her life was in danger, whatever she decided was fine by him. Rogue, honestly, hadn't ever felt more loved than she did in this last week. He doted, and made sure her needs were met, and even some of her wants. She wished she were in better shape to return the favor because she knew he was mourning just as much as she was. The pregnancy was unexpected and unknown, but once they'd had the opportunity to discuss things, they discovered it had been very much wanted by them both.

Rogue had a complicated relationship with kids. She loved them dearly, but never really thought of herself as a mother type. Not to bring them into the world. It was something that scared her when she was with Remy. They'd had a scare once. He'd gotten so excited and wanted to start picking names immediately, not even considering her feelings. They'd gotten into a huge fight and Rogue came close to leaving him then. He finally apologized, but she still wasn't settled.

Magnus on the other hand, during this whole ordeal, let her take the lead. Made sure what she wanted was done. That she was comfortable. When she was in pain, he and Rachel ganged up on Beast saying he was using antiquated books and information. Beast finally gave in, admitting that yes, not much study had been done on the female body at all, and he would follow the lead of his patient, but would also take care not to overdose her. That satisfied everyone. She hadn’t cramped in days, and Beast performed an exam to make sure everything was gone, and it was. She and Magnus clung to each other and cried for hours after that.

That was when they talked about deciding the baby had been wanted. They still haven't talked about any kids in the future. But Rogue could see herself having kids with Magnus. Unlike Remy, Magnus listened and paid attention. He even had when they first got together and birth control came up. They had an actual discussion, instead of him saying it was going to be his way or the highway. She guessed with his age and having been married and in other long-term relationships before, Magnus had picked up on listening to his partner.

Cradling her lower abdomen, Rogue thought about what if the baby had stayed. Would Magnus be by her side? Would he be helping her? Be there for her. What would it be like to be pregnant and know it? Beast determined she had been about 12 weeks along. That was their last night in Utopia when he told her he wasn't afraid of a little distance. Sure, they'd had quick visits in between here and there, but both had been busy. And she'd been so stressed. When would she have noticed? While she was giving birth?!

Then her thoughts trailed over to holding the baby. A little girl, maybe? The same beautiful blue eyes as her father. Maybe her hair, just minus the white streak. She would have been the most precious and loved baby ever. Joining her sisters and brother. But now… the tears flowed freely, again.

Magneto exited the bathroom, fully dressed, minus his shoes. He was going to meet Kitty in an hour to go over the applications for the new faculty. He noticed Rogue was lying on her side, cradling her stomach. She looked beautiful like that. Then he noticed the sob she just heaved. Padding quickly over to the bed, climbing in behind her, gathering her up in his arms, he held her while she cried.

“It's muh fault she's not here!” She cried.

“Shshsh, no, no, no. We talked about this, my love. You are not at fault. You didn't know,” kissing her head, it alarmed him that she had gendered the baby. That wasn't anything they'd discussed.

“It is! She's gone and it's all my fault!” She clung to her lover. He was her source of comfort and solace. When the world dropped out from under her last week, he had been there, and he was still there. Holding her, while she came to terms with this loss.

Kissing her temple, Magneto takes a breath, “Liebchen, just breathe for me. Please.”

They lay there, holding each other, crying, letting out their emotions.

******

“I apologize for my tardiness,” Magneto sat across from Headmistress Pryde in her office.

“Erik, it's all right. You and Rogue are going through a difficult time right now. Rachel informed me that you both were resting, and we put two and two together. We don’t even need to do this right now.” She gave him a sympathetic smile. When they’d told her about the miscarriage, she told Rogue to take as much time as she needed. Next thing she knew, Erik was handing her the schematics and passcodes for the updated security system, and he was making suggestions on improvements for the school. He'd also asked her if it would be ok, that if Rogue decided to stay, that he could stay on as a physics teacher. It surprised her, to say the least.

“Rogue needs proper rest without me fretting over her like a nursemaid. This should not take long, so I can go and check on her. It is also the least I can do for you, allowing me to stay here, offering me room and board.” Magneto took a folder from the desk labeled applicants.

Kitty sighed, chuckling. “Always working, Erik?”

“Not as much as I could be right now. This is more of a distraction, and will serve as one for Rogue when we talk later.”

“You know you don't have to worry about room and board, right? With me in charge, you're covered for life. I still owe you for giving me my life back,” Kitty reaches a hand across the desk and places it over his. “As far as I'm concerned, regardless if you and Rogue are together, there will be a place for you here, always.”

He considered her words for a minute. “You're serious? You think you owe me for bringing you home?” He watches as she nods her head. “Dear child, you owe me nothing. I am appreciative of the gratitude, but you owe me nothing. You are a mutant, and one of my sisters, in more ways than one.”

“We'll agree to disagree, ok.” He seemed satisfied with that. “Now, the Language Arts teachers are all mutants, and pretty qualified…”

*****

Gambit stood outside Rogue's door, flowers in hand. He was still nervous about seeing her, feeling the guilt in his part of her injuries. Finally finding the courage, he knocks on the door gently. After a minute it opens, revealing Magneto on the other side.

“Ah, LeBeau. We wondered when you would make an appearance. She is resting, but please, come in,” the older mutant opened the door all the way, making way for Gambit.

“If she be sleepin’ I come back later. No need ta disturb her,” he wasn't looking forward to talking to Magneto by himself.

“No, I insist. Please, the flowers, place them on the nightstand,” he indicated the one near where Rogue lay.

“Ok,” he walked in quietly, seeing Rogue sleeping peacefully, her head bandaged still. He did take note that she looked like she'd been crying. Going to the nightstand, he rests the flowers down on a space, near other flowers and a notepad, as Magneto closes the door. Gambit couldn't help but notice Rogue's beautiful handwriting on the pad, listing… baby names?

“Uh…?” Gambit stumbled over his words a bit. He couldn't help but stare at the notepad.

Magneto sighed deeply. McCoy had suggested that maybe it would help Rogue if she went through some names for the baby, and named it. It had been too early to determine the gender, but Rogue insisted it had been a girl. The evidence of that exercise was there on the nightstand. This was a conversation he did not want with Gambit.

“Rogue is pregnant?” Gambit finally looked over at Magneto. The look on his face was confusing. It was a blend of sorrow and something else.

Might as well get it out of the way, “She was.”

Was? She was? Meaning she wasn't anymore. That meant… “Non!” Came out in a harsh whisper. “Non! Dat woul' mean she lost it when… non!” Remy LeBeau gave Magneto a mournful look.

“Neither of us were aware,” Magneto spoke carefully. He didn't want to cry or give in to his anger. Honestly, he did not blame Gambit for what happened. But it would be so easy to use him as a scapegoat. “Had we been, things would have been approached much differently.”

“Je suis tellement désolé. De Gambit did not know. Tings ben differrent had I known,” Remy started crying.

Magneto shocked Gambit with his next action. He put a hand on his shoulder, “LeBeau, I know. You have been steadfast in your friendship with Rogue. I know you helped her when Logan decided to be difficult with her. I know you have been there when I could not. I do not doubt that any part you took in her injuries last week were all accidental. So does she.”

“But de bébé? Dat is no so unforgivable, non?”

“Whatever we do or say is not going to bring the child back. All we can do now is be there for Rogue. She is taking this especially hard. I am… beginning to worry. McCoy believes it may have to do with her head injury. That may be so.” He peers over at the sleeping form of his lover. The medicine that Rachel had brought up was doing its job. Rogue was sleeping through their conversation. “Come sit.”

Magneto led him over to the sitting area Rogue had set up, where she and Rachel usually spent time. The two men sat down in the plush chairs, collecting themselves.

“Wha’ she nee’ from me? Remy do what he can ta help Rogue.”

“Be her friend, as you have been. Be here for her especially when I cannot. I do not know if this is where we will stay, I have left that up to her after she is healed. If we do, and I am called elsewhere, it will be a comfort to know that she has you at her back.” Magneto knew full well that Rogue could take care of herself. But he began reevaluating a few things about her and their relationship. Things he hadn’t considered before. Like emotional support. Rachel read him the proverbial riot act about that. Noticing that she was indeed thriving with it, even considering her reactions to the miscarriage, this was something he considered talking to Gambit about.

“O'course. Gambit a'ways has Rogue's back. I be dere fer her. No matter where she be.”

“Good. We are appreciative of this.” Magneto looked like he had a weight lifted off of him. “It should also go without saying that the news of the baby is mine and Rogue's to share.”

“Gambit gotcha. No’ a word from him ‘bout it.” He pretended to zip his lips, causing Magneto to roll his eyes.

*****

A few weeks later Rogue was given a clean bill of health. She and Magneto found themselves in Headmistress Pryde's office, ready to discuss the future.

“I wish I could convince you both to stay,” Kitty was genuine in her sentiment. Rogue is an old friend, and Magneto makes himself indispensable around the school. It seemed once word got around that he was present on the campus, very few wanted to actually mess with the school.

“Ah'm sorry Kitty, really. But, we need this. Muh body is healed, but muh mind and soul ain't. Some time away from ev'rybody will do me some good,” Rogue smiled, but it was empty. She felt normal, but it was almost robotic in how she responded and reacted to everyone. Everyone, but Magnus that is.

“As I've stated before, where Rogue goes, so do I,” Clutching her hand tightly, Magnus hoped that Rogue felt the encouragement he was sending her. Felt how proud he was of her. She needed time. Yes, their people needed them. However, after hard lessons learned, he knew she needed a respite or things would not end well for her. And that would not do.

“Is it a secret where you two are going?” Kitty asked.

“No. Ah thought maybe we oughta go back to where it started for us. We're headin’ for the Savage Land.”

Magneto had kept up with his Citadel base, even made some improvements on it, and offered it up when Rogue had mentioned wanting to go back to the Savage Land. The light in her eyes when he told her gave him hope that it was the right decision.

“Oh. Ok. You both will keep in touch, right?”

“That is the plan, Katherine. I have already talked to Scott, that if an emergency arises and we are needed, do not hesitate to call us. We will not be completely out of contact,” Magneto assured her.

“Good. Because I will miss you guys. Rogue, you are indispensable when it comes to the kids. We can't afford to lose you. But, I completely understand you needing time,” turning to Magnus, Kitty continues, “I know you will make sure you both are well rested and cared for while you are away. And the offer still stands for you to come back here. As long as I am Headmistress, it's an open invitation, Erik.”

“Kitty, you have no idea how much that means,” Rogue is teary-eyed, unable to finish her sentence.

“Just because my counterpart is a hardheaded idiot, it doesn't mean I am,” She winks.

#magneto #rogue x magneto #rogue #magneto x rogue #rogueneto #roguneto #x men comics #x men legacy #x-men utopia

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starker-addicted · 4 months ago

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Okay guys, this is the first thing I ever wrote in English, so don't expect much. I had this idea for a single "scene" (?) and needed to write it, so if you are an author and you like the idea feel free to use it in a fic or sth (please tag me I want to read it)

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- And daddy's home - Tony walked through the lab door not aware that he wasn't alone

- Hi Mr. Stark! - Peter showed his head from behind one of the robots

- Oh God, you scared the living shit out of me! - Tony put his hand on the reactor, actually terrified by Peter's presence

He walked up to him and stared at the pieces of metal laying around on the table. Stark wondered what te boy was up to this time.

- So "daddy" huh? - Peter asked while smiling more to himself than to the older man

- And now I regret saying that - billionaire rolled his eyes while watching Peter's playful expression

The younger one walked up to the table and sat on it.

- You don't regret it

- I do

- You don't

- Okay, I don't - the older man admitted as his lips turned into a smirk

- Just what I thought daddy - Peter said and bit his bottom lip

His cheeks turned pink. He totally didn't think it through but there was no going back now. He said it.

Stark was dumbfounded by that comment.

- Pardon me? - his left eyebrow went up

- You heard what I said

A sudden wave of confidence hit Peter right then and there.

Anthony turned back to him.

- Don't play with fire unless you wanna get burned mr. Parker - his voice was serious

- And what if I want to get burned mr. Stark?

God the kid was impossible. He had no idea what that kind of talking did to Tony. The man walked up to Peter and looked him dead in the eye

- Then call me that again. - he challenged his mentee, gave him the last chance to change his mind

- Daddy? - and that's what did it

Suddenly Tony's lips were on Peter's. He kissed the boy hungrily, like there was nothing to lose. He didn't care. The boy was his.

His right hand landed on Peter's hip. He squeezed it gently causing the younger one to make an angelic sound Tony wished he could hear more often.

The kiss started to feel more tender, they slowed down. Now there was no rush, only gentle brushes of their lips.

Tony opened his eyes. He wanted to see, he wanted to remember. Peter was perfect. In every single way Tony could think of.

- Mr. Stark... please - his voice was quiet and soft, one of his hands went to billionaire's hair and the other one grabbed his bicep

- Please what Peter? - Tony whispered into younger man's ear - What do you want me to do baby?

Parker moaned softly as Tony's hand went under his shirt.

- Fuck, i don't know, just... just touch me mr. Stark, please... daddy - he begged and pushed his hips forward trying to find some friction.

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And I am sorry if this is shit

#starker #tony stark x peter parker #ironspider #peter parker x tony stark

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ergle-barnes · 10 months ago

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You’re Safe Now

Paring: Bucky Barnes x F!reader

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of past trauma,language, Nickname (doll), translated Russian.

Word count:1.9k

Authors note: First solo fic. Feel free to request anything, I write for any gender paring. Have fun loves. ❤️❤️

It's been 5 years since you got out, out of those terrible places. The red room, Hydra. Both were terrible, you were ready to get back the real you. You have no idea who that is or well, was but you want it back. No more confusion. Every night you have the same dream, a man in a uniform saving a small, skinny kid from getting beat up. He says something like, “Sometimes I think you like getting punched.” Then you go somewhere, he calls it “the future,” to which you chuckle and call the skinny man your brother. You have no idea what to think, but you need to find these men. Even if it's the last thing you do.

He missed her everyday, felt guilty for not finding her. He knows she's still alive but doesn’t have the heart to tell Steve, how would he even bring it up? “Oh, hey Steve, your sister may be still alive and is stuck in the red room no big deal.” He says to himself, not knowing the man is standing at his door. “WHAT?!” Steve shouts, angry. “Why didn’t you tell me? What made you think I didn't want to know, huh?” Bucky just stood there shocked, knowing there was no getting out of this one, so all he could do was explain. “Look man, let me explain. I didn't tell you because there’s a chance she doesn’t even remember us, or ever will. She’s been through so much torture there may be a chance that she’s never gong to remember you or me. And it's not guaranteed that she is still alive. So I planned on looking for her, with Nat’s help. So you weren’t hurt, or feeling guilty. Cause that’s all I feel. And your sister man, she’s a smart woman, so who knows maybe she's out. Just… let me handle this one.” Steve was furious but he understands, he knows how much you mean to Bucky, shit bucky’s in love with you. He knows it. So he trusts him, but if you’re alive and not with Bucky, it's his turn. He will have his sister back.

** A few days later **

You are walking in London, a huge place, easy to blend in. Not easy to find, or so you thought. You’re walking back to your apartment when you see a familiar face, a widow. You mumble, “Well, shit. So much for hiding.” You put your hands up in defense, “Listen Yelena, let's talk about this. Please.” She doesn't care, she has a mission to complete. “I don’t want to hurt you.” She walks towards you, she's gonna hurt you if you don’t do something. “Fine.” She attacks but you’re not going down without a fight. Punch, after punch. Kicks after kicks. You don’t want this but you aren’t going back. You notice a swift movement, and look up, which gives her the perfect moment to strike. She kicks the back of your knee, landing you on the ground, she's got you pinned. You close your eyes, ready for the knockout punch but instead a thud? You slowly open your eyes, Yelena’s unconscious body beside you, a familiar redhead standing over you with her arm pointed right at you. A sly smile crosses your face. “Natalia? Still competing with dear ole’ sister I see.” She smiles, “Good you know who i am, Then you know i'm not associated with the widows anymore.” She opens her hand to help you up.

“Come to help an old fri….” Your sentence trails off when you see the man slinging Yelena over his shoulder. New metal arm, same piercing blue eyes, same face as in your dream and your nightmares. You snatch your hand out of hers. Willing to put up a fight. “I’m. Not. Going. Back.”

Those piercing blue eyes find yours and all of your Hydra pain comes rushing back. “Soldat?”

His eyes widen, and he shakes his head, “Not anymore.” You’d heard talk over The Winter Soldier in recovery but didn’t believe it. Why would Hydra let their best weapon go? They wouldn’t but something about those blue eyes made you want to trust him. You decide to try something. Maybe he is the uniform man.

“Don’t do anything stupid till I get back.”

He smiles, “How can i? You’re taking all the stupid with you.”

You mutter, “Jerk.”

“Punk” He replies.

You know him, you don’t know who he is but deep down. You know him. So you trust him. Natalia wouldn’t hurt you right? She’s a hero, or so she claims.

“What do you want?”

“Come with us, we can help you remember and get better.”

You nod deciding to follow, your gut is telling you to. The blue eyed man puts Yelena down gently as she wakes up. You remember the red smoke and pull one out, putting on her face before she can fight. She coughs and shoves you off her.

Smiles cross you and Natalia’s face. “Сука.” (bitch) She mutters and gets up, wiping herself off.

“Natasha?” They exchange hellos and the two “heros” take you to a jet of some sort.

Hours later you wake up to your head banging on the side of the jet.

“OW!” You say and look around, somehow you remember him, another dream or maybe you hit your head hard enough. “James?” You question, scared. His eyes light up. “Hi doll. It's me.” Tears well up in your eyes as you thought about all you two have had to endure and the pain he must feel. A wave of fear rolls over your face. You walk over and hug him, crawling in his lap.

“You’re safe now, it’s okay doll.”

The pilot announces that you guys are at the compound, about to land. You hop up and look out the window with a gasp noticing Steve standing anxiously, looking concerned.

“Jesus he’s huge, are we sure that's my brother?”

Bucky chuckles and the jet lands, as you hide and chuckle.

Steve looks at Bucky. Bucky and the others put on a fake sad face and shake their heads. Steve looks devastated, like he's going to cry and he does. You notice and decide this is the time to pop up behind him. You sneak out a side door and stand behind him with your hands on your hips with a sly smile.

“What's all these tears for?”

He whips his head around in shock and hits Bucky’s flesh arm. He smiles as you run jumping in his arms. “Hi Bubs.” You whisper.

#bucky barnes #bucky #bucky x reader #seb stan #sebastian stan #steve rogers #natahsa romanoff #yelena belova

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folk-ivy · 1 year ago

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HELP idk where to like request shit but you should do one where it’s like a matt or chris fic based off the song dress by taylor andddd basically they’ve been “dating” for like a few months but trying to keep it from the other brothers and y/n get’s fed up because she’s sick of feel like like a secret (illicit affairs pun lol?) anyways so she shows up to this party they’re all going to in a really hot sexy dress knowing it’ll mess w matt/chris head nd then like smut in a bathroom 🎀🔥💖 thank yewww bye.

Dress.

Matt Sturniolo x fem!reader

When you break-up with your secret boyfriend after being tired of being kept a secret, a stupid party may change everything

smut!

author's notes: thank you so much for your request! sorry if this was not what you imagined, i had never written smut before, so sorry if this is bad (it probably is)! once again, english is not my first language, i apologize for any mistakes!💗

warnings: smut; cursing

The red dress with black lace flowers was hugging my figure perfectly, defining every curve exactly the way I like it. I run my hand over the dress hugging my body and when I feel the silk with the touches of lace all over my palm, I knew the night would be something to remember.

“Earth calling Y/N” I hear my best friend, Emily, who was sitting on the queen-sized bed in the middle of her room, say to me.

"I'm here, I'm here" I say without a hint of enthusiasm.

"Oh, you're still sad about that fight, right?" she says and I automatically lower my gaze.

The fight.

I've never been a quarrelsome person, I've never liked anything that leads to a disagreement, maybe it's because I can't maintain an argument without starting to cry, but that's another story.

With Matt everything seemed different.

I liked that idiot so much that I ended up fighting with him; not out of hate, but because I liked him so much and I just wanted him to understand my side for just a moment.

I hated being kept a secret, I hated the feeling of having to hide and having to act like a fugitive, a criminal.

But I think it's stupid things we do when we're in love.

Emily was the only one who remotely knew about us, well she knew we were more than friends but she had no idea he had asked me to be his girlfriend a while ago.

Matt hid me from everyone, his brothers, his parents, his family and especially his fans. At first it was fun, the adrenaline of hiding from everyone, of taking risks. Over time I started to hate it, I started to want to be free at any cost, even if it wasn't with him by my side.

--3 hours before--

"Matt, you don't understand! I really like you! I don't want to hide anymore" I say, feeling the heavy tears forming in my eyes.

"You don't understand my side! Do you know what they'll say if they find out we're together?" he shouts "they're going to slaughter you, Y/N, that's what they're going to do!"

"I don't care! I just want to be able to have you by my side without having to worry about what the rest of the world thinks!" I say, even louder "shit, not even your brothers know about me! And they know everything about you! It's almost like you're ashamed of me"

"Stop acting like a child" he says, this time with a lower but more rigid tone of voice.

"Fuck you, Matt! I'm not a woman to be hidden, and if you don't want to admit me, fuck you!" I scream, with tears already streaming down my face "we should break up"

"What?"

"That's right, we're breaking up!" I speak, this time lower but with more hatred laced in my voice "t your fans and your brothers that you were too soft to be able to keep a woman like me"

I grab my bag from the beige sofa and walk to the door, when I feel my boyfriend's, or rather ex-boyfriend's, arm grabbing my wrist.

"Please don't go" he says softly, with a small tear running down his face

I shake my wrist until he lets go and walk out the wooden door.

--current time--

“Fuck, Y/N, lost in thought again?” Emily's voice interrupts my daydreams again.

"Sorry, sorry" I say

"Come, the Uber is coming" she says, gets out of bed, and drags me to the front of the house

"I'm not in the mood, Emi" I say "can't we stay home?"

I've always liked parties, and it's very likely that this one will cheer me up after my bad breakup with Matt, but, knowing what the triplets are like and knowing the character of the owner of the party house, it's very likely that I'll meet them there and, if If I meet Matt, my night is likely to end right there.

"We're too hot to stay at home, come on!" She says and drags me when a notification from that app arrives on her cell phone.

The way to the party was short but funny, after we discovered that the Uber driver was, in fact, Emily's distant cousin.

We greeted Emily's cousin/uber and got out of the car when we saw the large party house located at the end of the street.

The place was huge, and had a silver bear statue outside and neon lights going off everywhere.

We presented our invitations that we bought 2 hours before, and entered the house.

Loud music and the smell of weed quickly overwhelm my senses, and I look at Emi as she drags me over to the corner to get a drink.

I order a shot of whiskey; I've never been a drinker, but I think a little alcohol won't hurt, right?

We talk for a while sitting on the metal bar stool, and in a small moment of silence I observe the other side of the 4-story house, and that's where my world stops.

Matt

My eyes meet his and I watch as he walks towards me.

I panic, after all, what the hell can you do when your ex-boyfriend is coming towards you in the middle of a crowded party?

Is pretending to faint really such a bad option?

Before I can put my plan into action and throw myself on the ground, I feel a warm hand grab my arm.

"Hi" he says with his palm on my arm, but avoiding my gaze

"What do you want, Matthew?" I say

"Please, can we at least talk?"

"No"

"Please!"

"She fucking said no!" my friend interrupts, ripping Matt's hand off my arm.

A simple conversation can't end so badly, right?

"Emi, it's okay" I say in a calm voice, and I watch from the corner as Matt's eyes fill with hope "Let's go"

I get up and walk towards the unisex bathroom that was just a few meters away from us.

I enter the bathroom followed by Matt, and I can't help but notice when he locks the door.

"Hey, I think we should talk" he says softly, when I turn towards him with my arms crossed.

"Yes, you already said that" I say "say it, Matt"

"Please, I want you back! Forgive me for hiding you for so long, I think I was just too scared; I don't care what the world thinks, I just want you! It hasn't even been twenty-four hours since I've seen you but I already miss your hugs, so please come back with me...I love you" he says, without pauses and with an extremely shaky voice.

I've never been one to trust others, but something in his tone told me he was serious, and that I could trust him.

However, I couldn't help but pay attention to his last three words.

'I love you'

Shit, I love this idiot too, after all, who could not? His laugh, his smile, and all his flaws, I love everything, and I just want him to know that.

"I love you too, asshole" I say and grab his face in my hands, while pulling him for a kiss.

What was supposed to be an innocent kiss became a make out session, and what was supposed to be a make out session, became something bigger.

Once sweet and calm, the meeting of our mouths was now frantic and needy.

His hands fly to my waist and down to my ass, while my hands roughly grab strands of him.

"You know, I loved that dress, but I would love for it to be on the floor" he breaks the kiss.

"You know, I only bought it so you could take it off" I say and we both laugh as he slowly lowers the right strap.

My left hand is quick to pull the other strap, leaving me now naked from the waist up.

"Holy shit" he says staring at my breasts

"You can touch it" I say and smirk.

His hands fly to my bust, with his fingers pinching the nipples that are stiff from the cold of the bathroom.

A soft moan leaves my mouth and I see his pupils dilate even further, if possible, as he lets out his own moan.

I kiss him again as he pushes me towards the sink, picking me up on his lap and, without breaking the kiss, placing me on top of the sink with my legs open and him between them.

“Let me fuck you, please?” he asks slyly.

"Yes" I whisper with my eyes closed, and I hear his belt being unfastened and the sound of his jeans falling to the floor.

His hands go straight to my wet center, and I feel him tear my panties and make a small caress on my thigh.

"Wow, I liked those panties" I say

"I'll buy you twenty of these, love"

He presses his forehead to mine, hugs my waist and begins to slowly insert his dick into my entrance.

"My god" I say and lock my eyes on his, while I feel a small burning sensation.

The touch of pain is soon replaced by pure pleasure as I feel him thrust his entire length into me.

"Please move" I whisper and plant a little kiss on his mouth, just to let him know it's okay.

And he starts, with slow but strong thrusts.

The wet sound and our moans are all that can be heard in the bathroom with the white tiled wall, the occasional noise of my body against the sink is also present.

And, again, what was sweet and calm becomes frantic and needy.

His thrusts are faster, and I grab his hair with my hands while his right palm goes towards my clitoris, making circular movements and giving small taps.

"Holy shit, I'm going to cum!" I scream and he continues with rapid thrusts

"Me too" he says weakly as he looks at me.

I feel like I can see stars as I collapse into his arms, and I feel thick liquid being poured inside me.

My whole body goes limp as I feel him grabbing me with his right arm and slowly withdrawing his cock from inside me, soon being replaced by his fingers that try to keep his liquid inside my body

"I fucking love you" he says "and I would never be ashamed of you"

And it was at that moment that I knew everything had changed.

#chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #writerscommunity #nick sturniolo #sturniolo imagine #sturniolo triplets #christopher sturniolo #writers on tumblr #smut #chris sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo x you #matthew sturniolo

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stardustbarbarians · 7 months ago

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Feet First, Don't Fall

A Daniel Wagner / Samuel Kiszka fic

Summary: Before a set, Danny and Sam blow off some steam.

Tags: fluff, younger Sam and Danny, shenanigans

Trigger Warnings: drug use (weed)

Words: 9.3 k

Author's Note: Heyyyyyyyyyyyy I'm back. So, this one has been in the works for about half a year and I'm super proud of it. If y'all remember back in like 2022, Shadow said that he was told to keep an extra close eye on Danny and Sam because they have a tendency of trying to run away, this fic was inspired by that. Another note: Sam and Danny are, like, 19ish in this. As usual, this fic is dedicated to @ofthecaravel because she was my biggest cheerleader for this fic <3. Title taken from Halsey's Roman Holiday. As always, please enjoy! <3

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Sam was fucking tired. Not physically, of course; the three espresso shots flowing through his veins made sure of that. But, this was the fifteenth show they had played in the past month. Mentally and emotionally, he was trucking along on E, and even the fumes he was running on were starting to get stale. There were only so many times he could play Highway Tune before he wanted to bite through the strings of his bass.

Currently, the four of them were lazing about in the makeshift green room of the festival they were about to play. It was a white tent with clear plastic cut-outs to mock the sanctity of a window. The tarp did not breathe at all and there was only so much that the small opening at the front could do. Sam could feel the hair at the back of his neck sticking to him, making him want to scrape all of his skin off his bones and throw it into the wash. He was trying his best to stay his heat stroke with a crude fan he folded out of a printed out drink menu, laying bonelessly across three folding chairs.

He felt rather than saw when Daniel came up to him, kneeling down next to him. Sam wasn’t exactly sure why, but he was always finely tuned to be aware of Danny whenever they were in proximity of one another. It was like his own personal, internal Danny-Radar.

“Hey,” Danny leaned over to Sam, his brushed out curls tickling the skin of Sam’s arm.

Sam wasn’t at all startled by the intrusion on his dramatized suffering. The bassist just lazily opened his eyes to find that Danny was leaning over him, a glimmer of mischief flickering in those rich amber eyes. Sammy glanced down momentarily to see there was a smirk playing across Danny’s lips. Sam knew that look, it meant he was scheming.

“What are you planning, Wagner?” He hadn’t meant for his voice to sound so starstruck. Though, if he was being honest, he wasn’t surprised by his tone much.

Danny didn’t respond. Verbally, anyway. All Daniel had to do was look over at the opening of the tent and back at Sam. That smirk on his lips grew just a tad bigger, making something shift in Sam’s stomach.

Immediately, Sam felt his lips break out into a smile once he put it together. It was as if Daniel had read Sam’s mind; it was exactly what Sam needed. They had hours before their set, might as well blow off some steam.

“How are we gonna get past security? They’re on high alert after last time,” Sam whispered, trying his best to make it seem like they weren’t scheming.

“Last time” had consisted of the two of them slipping away under the not-so watchful eye of security and setting off a shit-ton of fireworks in the parking lot of the hotel they were staying at. There wasn’t any damage done, however the rest of the guests weren’t appreciative of their free tickets to a fireworks show at three in the morning.

“You doubt me, Francis?” Daniel had a playful look in his eye that made his smirk grow into a full smile. That strange feeling was back in Sam’s gut.

“These are the professionals, Robert. Lou was practically child’s play compared to these guys.” Sam motioned over to the very professional security guard that was standing sentry at the door. Even if he wasn’t wearing that tight shirt with “security” printed across his chest, you’d be able to tell what this guy’s profession was. He even wore those ridiculous wrap around sunglasses.

“Just follow my lead.” And before Sam could question him, Daniel was off.

With a sigh of resignation, Sam peeled himself off the chairs he rested on to follow after Danny. He disparagingly departed with the fan he folded. Something told Sam he would need both hands for whatever their future held.

When it seemed that Danny thought he was going too slow, he grabbed Sam’s wrist that was hanging at his side and started dragging him along faster. And, yeah, maybe he was dragging his feet a little, but he really didn’t want to go out in the ninety degree heat again.

Daniel ducked out of the tent opening, Sam mimicking him when the flap nearly smacked him in the face. The evening sun was still blinding as Sam made the mistake of looking directly at it, blinking dumbly as he tried to clear the dark spot burned into his vision. He relied solely on Daniel’s guidance to weave through the crowds of other musicians and various press people.

They only made it a few steps before they were caught. And just when Sam thought Danny’s “just go for it” approach was going to work.

“Hey! Where do you two think you’re going?” The voice was loud, projecting over all the other din around them. It was gruff, too. Another point towards Sam’s argument that this guy was really just a walking cliche. If he turned around and this man had either a sucker or a toothpick hanging out of his mouth-

“Sam isn’t feeling good. I was taking him to the medic’s tent,” Daniel smoothly lied, tugging his friend in close to his side. Normally, the extra body heat would make Sam want to hiss and pull away, but being pressed into Danny’s side didn’t bother him at all, it seemed.

Picking up on the clue Daniel dropped, Sam schooled his features to how he imagined he looked when he was sick. He pulled his brows together, pinching his eyes slightly and pursing his lips. His final touch was when he brought his hand up to his forehead. He hoped he looked pathetic enough to garner sympathy but not so bad as to make it seem like he couldn’t perform later on. When he finally looked up at the guard, there was a fucking toothpick hanging from his lips. Sam had to suppress the urge to scoff out a laugh, biting his cheek hard enough to sting.

Forcing himself to look away from the toothpick, Sam looked over the man’s body language. He noticed a very small but noticeable shift in the guard’s gait as Sam looked at him through his lashes. Sam had known how effective his puppy-eyes were… had used them more than once to manipulate his way into getting what he wanted. Or in a few rare instances, getting out of trouble. So, what good were they if he didn’t break them out for this instance.

Sam wasn’t sure if it was his stellar acting or the pleading eyes that made the guy break, but Sam was just glad it worked at all.

“Alright, go ahead. But make sure you’re back in time for your set,” the guard dismissed. Sam could hear Danny let out a sigh of relief next to him. Guess he really was just winging it.

“Will do,” the drummer quickly responded, using the hold he still had on Sam’s wrist to swiftly tug Sam away from the guard before he changed his mind or saw through their ruse. They disappeared into the crowd, Daniel making sure to be swept up in the hustle and bustle of the festival happenings.

After he was sure they were out of sight, Sam began giggling, the thrill of getting away with something they shouldn't be bubbling beneath his skin. Sam couldn’t help but jump at the excitement mounting in his veins, a bright and brilliant smile making his cheeks hurt with the force of it. Daniel was matching his level of elation, albeit a little more subdued.

“Now that you’ve gotten us out here, what’s our next move, boss?”

“Great question, Sam. Truly, one that deserves a good pondering in order to answer-”

“You’re making this up as you go, aren’t you?” Sam cut off with a laugh, feeling his smile growing so wide that he flashed his bottom teeth.

Daniel looked over his shoulder at his best friend, a dazzling smile of his own spread across his lips. Time seemed to slow. And Sam, if he weren’t being pulled along by Daniel, would’ve stopped dead in his tracks. The bassist felt as if his heart was about to burst out of his chest as he took in the sight of that vibrant smile that made the skin around Danny’s eyes crinkle and his nose scrunch. Though it was brief, Sam could see his eyes twinkle with the light of the sun that beat down on them all, yet he seemed to somehow tame within his beautiful irises. Perhaps it was because the sun found a kinship in Daniel that it was willing to spend a moment captured within his soul. Sam’s breath caught in his throat, frozen alongside the rest of time. This always seemed to happen, that pause between seconds, when Daniel flashed that smile at Sam. And every time, Sammy wasn’t entirely certain he would survive.

“Yep! But it’s gotten us this far, hasn’t it?”

That was what finally broke Sam out of that trance. That, and Daniel directed his head away from Sam so that he could see where he was walking. And while Sam adored Daniel’s smile, he was glad he wasn’t directing it at Sam anymore. It always did strange things to his heart that Sam wasn’t equipped with the ability of parsing out the meaning of. Although, it was equally as likely that it was those 3 espresso shots he’d drunk too.

“By the skin of our teeth,” Sam shot back, attempting an annoyed tone. He was betrayed by his own voice, the words coming off as lighthearted.

“Oh, c’mon, Sammy,” Daniel had stopped short, leaning into Sam’s ear as he spoke, so fucking close to Sam’s neck and cheek that he had to fight off a shiver shooting down his spine, “since when are you afraid of getting into a little trouble?”

Danny pulled away to give Sam a challenging smirk, something dark yet playful gleaming in Danny’s eye. He had used a deep tone, keeping his volume low when he murmured into Sammy’s ear. Sam’s face felt like it was scorching, blaming the burning sun that had been overly warm all day long.

“You’re losing your nerve, Kiszka.”

Sam sputtered at Daniel’s challenge, taking major offense at the remark. Lost his nerve…

“Excuse you, sir, who out of the two of us has been booked?” That only made Danny’s mischievous smile grow, much to Sam’s chagrin.

“Yeah, and that scared the hell out of you. The Sam I know would already have us busted out of this joint,” Daniel goaded, hardly able to keep his grin out of his tone. And, listen, Sam knew he was being played. He knew that Danny was just saying shit to rile him up. But…

“That so, Wagner?”

Sam ripped his wrist out of Danny’s hand, completely forgetting they were still connected until that moment. He felt strangely cold at the loss of contact, frankly baffled that that was even possible considering the baking sun.

He forced those thoughts away from his mind, rapidly scanning his surroundings for a way to escape the hustle and bustle of the festival. And that was when his eyes landed on the golf cart stationed next to a tent filled with snacks and water. Sam felt a grin of his own spread across his lips, an idea popping in his head like a lightbulb going off.

“Follow my lead,” Sam quoted, a mocking of Daniel from earlier, leaning into Danny’s personal space to whisper the words under his breath. And Sam swore to himself that he saw Danny shudder, but… that made no sense. They were both sweating their asses off in this heat wave, why would Danny be cold?

He filed that away for later and nudged Danny’s shoulder with his own, walking past him towards the snack tent. He briefly glanced over his shoulder towards Daniel to quickly bounce his eyebrows at Danny with a playful smile pulling at his lips. That snapped Danny out of whatever spell he was under as he shook his head and hurried after Sam.

As Sam walked into the food tent, he realized he should have a plan. But, hell, Danny didn’t have a plan and he was able to get both of them past security. So, Sam just decided to wing it and pretend like he had a plan. To look cool. Not because he was trying to impress Danny. That was ridiculous and childish. No, he was a rockstar and rockstars always look cool so he should act like one.

And so Sam decided to walk up to the man who looked like the supervisor and the one who would have the keys to the golf cart and… and flirt with him, he guessed. He really had no fucking clue what he was doing, he just hoped he looked like he did.

“Man, I heard the snack selection here was good, but they never said you would be on the menu.” Sam flashed his most devastatingly charming smile he could, raking his eyes up and down the, frankly, average looking white man looking for the keys to the golf cart under the guise of checking him out.

The man, halting mid bite of an apple to look over at Sam, only for his eyes to go wide in panic as he hurriedly finished his bite. Juice from the fruit was dripping down his chin, which Sam caught a glimpse of before the guy turned around and wiped it with his sleeve. Sam felt his face curl up in distaste, catching Danny’s eye from where he was stationed at the entrance of the tent, confusion pinching his face.

What are you doing?! Danny mouthed, his hands raising in question as he gestured to the supervisor.

Go stand by the cart! Sam mouthed back, flapping his hand quickly and emphatically at the aforementioned golf cart. He quickly had to plaster on that charming smile again as the guy turned to face Sam, the juice from the apple gone and the fruit also missing.

“Y-You’re Sam Kiszka,” the guy stuttered out, his eyes still wide as he looked at Sam. So he’s a fan… Sam could definitely work with that.

“Sure am, sugar. And who do I have the pleasure of talking to right now?” Sam purred, internally cringing at the tone he employed. But, he had a job to do and he wanted to impress Da- himself. He wanted to impress himself. Nobody else.

“Uhhh…” the man seemed to freeze as Sam took a step closer to him, running a hand down the man’s shoulder to his chest, pinching the lanyard around his neck that held a set of keys on them. The man’s eyes glanced down at Sam’s hand, his face changing color.

As he was distracted, Sam chanced a glance over at Daniel, checking to see if he was where Sam had told him to be. And there he was, stationed by the golf cart with his arms crossed over his chest and a scowl on his face- wait. Why was he scowling? There was no reason for him to be so upset-

“Luke. My name’s Luke,” the guy, Luke, finally answered, a nervous laugh following the words. Sam had to suppress the urge to make a face as Luke’s breath wafted over his face. It didn’t smell bad or anything, it just unsettled Sam that he was so close.

“Ooooh, like Luke Skywalker? That’s such a cool name, I’ve always loved the name Luke and I always thought it was super sexy,” Sam flirted, really laying on his accent thick. He was certain he was starting to sound like one of those Valley Girls as he pitched his voice up just a bit, complete with twirling his hair with the hand not still touching Luke’s lanyard. He even went so far as to giggle after he spoke, knowing he was really putting it on.

“Oh, really? Because… that’s who I’m named after!”

Liar

“Oh my god!” Sam giggled again, leaning in closer to Luke, “you’re soooo funny!!”

“Yeah,” Luke breathed out, his confidence swelling due to Sam fluffing up his ego, “I’ve been told that a time or two.”

“I bet all the ladies fall over themselves just to get a piece of you.” Sam was lying through his teeth at this point. Luke was about the most mediocre white guy you could picture. It was as if someone had gone into the sims and attempted to make the most generic white adult male possible and they ended up with Luke.

“W-Well… I wouldn’t say that…” Luke scratched the back of his neck nervously, sending a shy smile Sam’s way. And while Sam had no attraction to this man whatsoever, he had to admit, that smile was kinda cute. In like an endearing way.

“Well, they’re just missing out.” Sam leaned in just a bit closer, his nose nearly brushing Lukes. His heart was pounding in his chest, the beat sounding like thunder in his ears. He knew what he had to do to get those keys; Luke wasn’t so easily distracted that he was about to be ok with Sam stealing from him without a very good distraction.

And that was when he screwed his courage to the sticking place and closed the distance between them. Luke made a surprised noise as their lips connected, Sam having to suppress one of his own. He’d never kissed someone with facial hair before and it was a surprising sensation. It only lasted for a few seconds; seven, to be exact. Just long enough for Sam to slide his hands to the back of Luke’s neck, unhook his lanyard, and toss the keys in Daniel’s direction. It was… a strange kiss. Sam decided he didn’t like it. Not because it was a man he was kissing, but because he kept trying to push his tongue into Sam’s mouth and Sam really wasn’t having it.

Sam pulled away, pushing down the powerful urge to shove the guy for trying to take it too far. And, well, Sam guessed he kinda had himself to blame for that one since he was the one who initiated all of this and was heavily flirting. And then he heard the golf cart turning on, which he knew Luke didn’t hear judging off the dazed look he was shooting Sam.

“What was that?” Luke breathed, his tone incredulous as he stumbled a step towards Sam. Sammy ripped his gaze away from the stunned man, seeing Daniel aggressively waving his hands at his best friend to get his ass over there.

“A distraction,” Sam answered, sending a wink towards Luke as he ripped himself away from his touch and bolted towards Danny.

He laughed rancorously as he jumped into the passenger seat and told Danny to step on it, gravel crunching as the wheels spun on the ground before jolting forward. Sam, forever a little shit, turned in his seat and waved at Luke with a smile on his face. Sam couldn’t help but laugh at the stunned and distressed look on the man’s face as he watched two rockstars set to perform in two hours speed off with his golf cart.

“That was some stunt you pulled, Sam,” Danny complimented, though there was this strange undertone to it that Sam couldn’t quite place. But it was… well, Sam didn’t want to say “dark”, but that was the only thing coming to his mind.

However, he was too high off the adrenaline of successfully pulling off a stunt that he improvised on the fly to care. He hollered and whooped as they sped off towards the exit, throwing his hands in the air.

“How’s that for nerve, Danny boy!” Sam grinned, knowing he went above and beyond Danny’s little taunt.

“Gotta admit, I didn’t think you had it in you, Sam. Color me impressed,” Daniel admitted, a smile on his face that matched his words. And that totally did not make Sam’s heart do a flip inside his chest. Because he was not trying to impress Danny. Sam wants to make that blatantly clear. He’s not.

“Remember this the next time you doubt me,” Sam chirped, settling his hands behind his head in an act of cockiness.

Daniel just laughed at Sam’s theatrics, his head tipping back with the force of it. Sam’s smile faltered at the way his heart tumbled inside his chest at the noise, how it felt as though the organ was jumping for joy at the sound. See, that was a major motivator for Sam, getting Daniel to laugh like that. Despite the fact that it made Sam’s heart just about explode inside his chest, he’d do just about anything to get Danny to laugh as boisterously as he just did.

“Yeah, yeah, lap it up, Sam,” Daniel dismissed, that laugh still intertwined with his words and leaving a bright smile on his lips. Sam watched raptly as Daniel’s hands deftly navigated the wheel of the cart, his lithe fingers he knew were littered with calluses sliding and wrapping around the textured black plastic. He had to forcibly remove his gaze away from Danny’s hands in fear that he would be caught staring, feeling his cheeks heat at the realization that that was absolutely what he was doing.

“So-” Sam cleared his throat, the tone coming out high-pitched, “So, what now?”

Daniel quickly glanced over at Sam, a whisper of the devious grin slipping back onto his features. Maybe Sam ought to lay off the caffeine… that had to be why his heart kept skipping a beat inside his chest.

“I heard there’s a spot not far from here that has a killer view of the sunset… and, who knows? Maybe you can use your star-power to get a few of these people around here to give us some free weed.” Once again, the words Danny spoke were light-hearted as usual, but that dark undertone from earlier was back beneath them.

Once again, Sam decided not to look too deep into it in favor of preening at the implication that Sam had “star-powers”. “Just point me at the right person and I’ll charm the pants off them.”

Sam had laughed at that.

Daniel didn’t.

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“I’m still baffled at how you were able to rob that man blind of his entire stash of pre-rolls,” Daniel coughed, handing the joint off to Sam, bringing his free hand up to bring his shirt over his mouth to catch all of his hacking. He kinda wished Sam had used his flirting powers to con some water from someone; his throat was burning.

“Never underestimate the power of batting your eyelashes, Daniel,” Sam flippantly responded, patting Danny on his back before taking the joint from him.

Daniel thought back to what Sam meant by “batting his eyelashes”, the exact look Sam gave that guy burned into the back of his eyelids. He wasn’t exactly positive why that doe-eyed, pleading look from Sammy as he did, in fact, bat his lashes as he begged silently for the guy to hand over his pre-rolls stuck with him. There was just… just something about the way he looked up through his lashes, making his already large eyes even bigger as he pouted his lip just barely and knit his brow. It had awoken something deep inside Daniel that now refused to be quieted or satiated despite Danny’s best efforts to silence it. It manifested in a whisper in the back of his mind that seemed to simply point out the obvious. Like, currently, that voice was murmuring in his ear how beautiful Sam’s eyes looked in the burning light of the setting sun, how the pinks and reds of the clouds reflected onto his skin and made it seem as if he were blushing. Or, how his glittering smile was the crowning jewel of the moment, outshining even the grace of Mother Nature in that moment. And, frankly, Danny was at a point where he wasn’t sure if it was the weed that was making him dizzy anymore.

Daniel returned Sam’s smile, weak and brief. He felt his heart flutter within his ribs, absently placing his hand atop his chest where it resided. He skirted his gaze away from Sam, opting to burn his eyes with the sun rather than with Sam; it was less painful. However, as his mind drifted back to a half an hour ago, Daniel realized his heart was going to lurch inside his chest regardless.

“Hey, man, nice flag,” Sam complimented, his voice low and sultry. Daniel, who was sitting in the driver’s seat of the cart, felt his hand involuntarily clench around the wheel at the tone Sam employed. His mouth went dry, his tongue feeling too big for his mouth.

The guy with the aforementioned flag turned on his heel, his eyes lighting up as he took in the visage of Sam. The flag that he had tied around his shoulders like a superhero cape was of the American flag with one minor tweak: a gigantic pot leaf slapped right in the middle of the red and white stripes. Sam, who was currently setting his features to look more sensual, had taken to draping himself against the bar that supported the roof of the golf cart. Daniel could only see the back of him, but the way Sam leaned his forearm onto the metal beam and let the rest of his body go liquid gave him away.

This was certainly a new development, Sam using his wiles to get what he wanted. Well, Danny shouldn’t say “new”. Sam had always gotten what he wanted through whatever means necessary. But, using his good looks and sex appeal to get what he wants? That was brand new. Like, he just started that today brand new. And, frankly, Daniel wasn’t all too thrilled to be there to witness this new development first-hand.

“Wanna c’mere and see it up close and personal?” Flag Guy asked, his eyes raking over Sam and all his long, lean lines appreciatively. There was no misinterpreting his tone, nor the smirk that gave him a shark-ish look. It made Daniel’s skin crawl, his lip curling up in disgust on its own accord.

Sam, going along with the plan of getting free shit, giggled. And, god help him, started using those long, beautiful fingers that were adept at playing bass and keys, to play with a lock of his silky hair. Daniel wanted to slam his head into the steering wheel hard enough to crack his skull. He couldn’t believe Sam was essentially whoring himself out all in the name of getting free drugs.

“You come over here, cowboy,” Sam ordered playfully, a bubbly laugh intertwined with his command. He lifted his free hand up to beckon the stranger over with a sly curl of his finger, a smile to match probably pulling up the corner of those pretty lips- Hold on. When did Daniel start calling Sam’s lips pretty?

The stranger obliged without qualm, practically kicking up a dust trail behind him with how fast he was high-tailing it. Danny watched him adjust the stars and stripes cowboy hat on his dirty-blonde mess of curls before he “turned on the charm” and leaned into the golf cart with a hand resting on the roof. That shark-like grin was back on his lips, and so was Danny’s sneer.

“Well, you’ve got me here now, pretty darlin’, what did you want with me?” the stranger drawled, a southern accent that Daniel had not heard the man utilize until now dripping off his words. Lust was gleaming in his dark eyes as he towered over Sam, hiding absolutely nothing of what he was thinking. It made Danny want to rear back and punch the guy’s teeth in so hard that he was shitting them for weeks.

To Daniel’s absolute horror, he watched Sam’s hand reach up to curl its fingers around the knot in the flag around the man’s shoulders. When it was in place, Sam yanked him down so that his face was just a few inches away from Sam’s. And that was when Daniel was able to see Sam’s face for the first time since he started this whole disturbing charade. His lips were pulled back in a sultry smirk, one so searing they were certain to leave a mark. His eyes were hooded, the lids only open at half mast as they gazed lustfully at the stranger’s lips. It simultaneously made Daniel’s blood simmer with a heat he didn’t quite understand and make his stomach drop to the ground as his skin went cold. It was worsened by the fact that, when he looked over at the stranger, he was giving that look right back to Sam.

“This,” Sam answered, his voice low and husky, before he used his hold on the man’s flag-cape thing to tug him forwards enough to close the distance between them.

If Daniel had a nickel for every time he watched Sam kiss a man in front of him and it caused a confusing amount of rage to flood his system… Well, he’d only have two nickels. But it was infuriating that it happened twice… within the hour. And when the stranger’s free hand went to tangle into Sam’s hair, Daniel had to force himself to look away. The rage that had flooded his system turned white-hot, his blood boiling beneath his skin. He felt his jaw clenching so hard it made his teeth gnash and squeak as he ground them, his grip on the steering wheel so hard that he felt his nails nearly break the skin of his palm.

“Holy shit,” the stranger breathed under his breath, signaling to Danny that they had finally broken away from one another. Danny still couldn’t look at them. Instead, he elected to look dead-set out the windshield.

Sam giggled again, making Danny’s jaw clench even tighter.

“Yeah?” Sam asked, his tone light and airy.

“I mean…” the stranger let out a whistle that made Daniel want to slam his head into the side of the cart and run him over. How fucking dare this guy.

Sam - really setting out to test Daniel’s patience, it seemed - giggled once more. “Can I ask a favor of you?”

“After that? Anything.” He had dropped the fake southern drawl.

“You wouldn’t be willing to give me any of your weed, would you?”

Sam’s tone made Daniel turn his head towards him. And he regretted it immediately. Sam had taken to looking up at the guy through his lashes, a pleading flavor to the knit in his brow. Once again, it made something stir deep within Daniel’s gut that he didn’t quite understand; it was equal parts lust and jealousy.

Jealousy??

And when Sam had started to bat them, Daniel couldn’t stop the low growl that slipped out of his lips.

That was when the stranger turned to look at Daniel for the first time, seemingly just now realizing that Danny even existed. And, well, to be fair to the guy, if Sam was coming on that strong to Danny, he’d block out the rest of the world, too.

…..He would??

“Is… Is he ok?” the stranger asked, flicking his eyes over at Danny to indicate to Sam who he was talking about.

Sam looked over at Danny for the first time since Sam had begun this flirtation and… Danny couldn’t help the breath that got caught in his throat as he trained those puppy eyes onto Daniel. Truly, they were every person’s kryptonite.

When Sam turned his head back to face the stranger, his fingers still wrapped around that stupid flag, Daniel felt as if he could breathe again.

“My driver? He’s fine,” Sam waved away, quickly putting that pleading mask back onto his face. He took his bottom lip between his two teeth, further batting his eyes at the stranger. “Now, back to what I asked?”

With a deep chuckle that made Daniel’s rage grow, the stranger reached into his back pocket and pulled out three cardboard boxes about the size of Danny’s finger. His eyes never left Sam’s as he handed them over, but jerked them away when Sam went to grab them.

“It’s gonna cost ya,” he muttered, his forehead practically touching Sam’s. Daniel was not plotting the best way to locate this guy after their set and break all of his bones for taking advantage of Sam like that. He really wasn’t. He also wasn’t thinking of how to convince the twins to distract Sam for him while also giving him an alibi while he disposed of the body.

But, before Danny could even open his mouth to tell him that that comment would cost this scuzzy man his life, Sam once again planted those soft and full lips onto the undeserving man’s lips. Make that three nickels.

At least this one didn’t last as long as the last one. Within a second or two, Sam was disengaging with the man’s lips, to Danny’s relief. Though, it only slightly quieted the fiery rage boiling his blood.

“Now, that’s something I can get used to,” the stranger purred, making Danny’s restraint snap.

He hadn’t even realized that he had enacted a plan to save Sam as he reached across the vacant seat that his best friend once occupied, grabbed him by the back of the shirt, and yanked him back down into the golf cart. Sam squeaked in both surprise and protest as he was forcefully sat down onto the plush vinyl seat.

“No, you fucking won’t,” Daniel growled, all but baring his teeth as his grip tighten around the red patterned shirt Sam wore. It was a nice shirt on Sam, the color red always lovely on him. And the way he wore it, nearly completely unbuttoned and loosely draped around his frame, complimented him. Daniel had to will himself not to get distracted by the expanse of tan skin across Sam’s collar bones that reflected the golden hour sunlight.

Sam, as he glanced over at Daniel, seemed both bewildered and… and turned on? Was that lust that Daniel saw simmering in Sam’s eyes? But, when Danny blinked, it was gone. So… maybe he didn’t see it.

“Daniel?” Sam asked, gentle and soft. It made Daniel’s skin tingle.

“We’ve got what we need, let’s go,” Danny whispered to Sam, trying his absolute best to keep his… his jealousy (might as well admit it at this point) out of his voice.

When he knew Sam was safe inside the cart, Daniel floored the accelerator and sped away from that creep as far as he could. He could hear the man’s protests as they took off, but they were soon drowned out by Sam’s giggling.

“Daniel?”

Danny was ripped out of his thoughts, his eyelids batting rapidly to help clear his head of the memory. Looking over to see Sam’s soft, teasing smile certainly helped jumpstart his heart; the poor organ just about lurched up into his throat at the sight. And, of course, the wind decided that just that moment was the perfect time to pick up. Sam’s satin locks billowed around him in a halo, some of it getting caught in his lips. And because of that, Sam giggled in between sputters to rid his mouth of the foreign substance. He finally reached up his free hand and pulled the hair from its temporary prison, full on laughing at the ridiculousness of it; the weed probably aiding Sam’s giggly mood.

Daniel was certain he was going to have a heart attack at this rate. It could not be good for the poor thing to be beating so hard and fast for so long.

“Hello?”

Danny’s attention finally snapped to Sam rather than on him, the drummer forcing himself to pay attention and not get distracted by Sam’s artistry.

…Come to think of it, he had to do that a lot, actually. Like, this was far from a new development. Damn, how did it take him this long to realize-

“What, Sammy?”

“I asked you what you were thinking about!” The bassist ashed the joint, his feet kicking out under him. Danny, after racing away from the weed creep and flying past the entrance security before they could be stopped, found this gorgeous clearing that overlooked the waves of the local lake that burned with the colors of the vibrant sunset. Sam was the one to climb onto the roof of the golf cart first, calling Danny a pussy in no unclear terms for having reservations about doing that himself. As always, Sam was easily able to goad Danny into doing whatever he wanted. At this point, Daniel was certain he was unable to say no to Sam.

Jesus, he had it bad.

Daniel, panicking just a bit at the question Sam posed, hastily searched his surroundings for an answer that wasn’t the truth. Because telling Sammy that he was stewing in jealousy over watching his best friend kiss someone else was pretty fucking damning.

“Swimming,” Danny blurted out, his face heating up in embarrassment under the expectant look Sam was giving him. He darted his eyes between the bassist and the waves lapping at the shoreline about ten feet below them. As soon as the word left his tongue, Daniel had wanted to dive right into the water and swim away. It was so obviously a lie that even he knew it.

“Hmm,” was all Sam said in response, his eyes finally leaving Danny. Finally, the drummer felt like he could breathe again. He knew Sam didn’t believe him, but he was letting Danny get away with the lie.

It fell silent between them, the void of voices only awkward on one side of the conversation. Wordlessly, Sam passed the joint back to Danny. Their fingers brushed and Daniel felt utterly ridiculous for how his breath caught in his throat at the touch, his cheeks burning once more. He quickly busied himself with bringing the filter to his lips, the skin of his fingers buzzing with warmth and fervor. He should’ve been concerned that that humming spread to his lips as he touched them, but he was trying his absolute best just to shove it from his mind; just like how Sam had kissed two people today. And we’re back at square one.

Daniel held the smoke in his lungs for longer than what was probably healthy, exhaling through his nose in order to get that extra bump. At this point, anything was worth getting that nervous and jealous seething from his blood. Danny figured that if he got high enough, that thrumming would be replaced by the hum of the weed. And maybe, just maybe, he’d be able to keep Sam from his thoughts for a moment. He knew it was a fool’s errand and that getting as high as he was would bite him in the ass later. Because, let’s face it. There was no forgetting Sam Kiszka.

“Sam?” Daniel was sure he had drawn his name out, the syllable being pulled from his dry tongue like taffy. Danny had to suppress his giggle at that analogy, forcing himself to stay focused.

“Yes, Daniel Dearest?” How was he able to always be so smooth and calm??

“What… What’s it like, y’know… kissing a guy?” The drummer’s heart was pounding so hard in his chest he felt the vibration of it throughout his entire body. He was just proud of himself for keeping his voice steady.

Out of the corner of his eye, Daniel saw Sam turn his head to look at his best friend. He wasn’t brave enough to return the look. Instead, Danny brought the joint back up to his lips and pointedly kept his eyes trained on the fading pinks of the sun on the horizon.

With a soft giggle that did nothing to slow Danny’s thundering heart, Sam adjusted his posture so that he was leaning back on his hands, his head lolling to the side as he rested it on his shoulder.

“It’s not all that different from kissing a girl, really,” Sammy answered, that easy-going attitude slipping into his tone. Truly, Daniel envied Sam’s ability of nonchalance. What he would give to have even a fraction of that right now.

“No?” Danny prompted, stealing a glance towards the bassist for long enough to notice the wind had taken to playing with his hair once more.

“Nah, not really. I mean, there’s stubble and facial hair that you’ve gotta live with, but it’s not uncomfortable. And, I mean, that last guy was in some desperate need of chapstick.” Sammy had swiveled his head to fully look at Danny again, a blindingly charming flash of his teeth as he nudged Danny with his shoulder. That was another thing driving Daniel absolutely mad: the two of them were close enough to be constantly brushing one another, but left just enough space to have deniability.

Danny knew Sam was going for comedy, but all he managed to do was reignite that resentment inside Danny.

“Yeah, I bet.” Daniel really did not mean for his voice to come out so flat and toneless, but he supposed it was better than the alternative.

Once again, it fell quiet. This time, Daniel felt that awkwardness radiating off both of them. Without so much as a glance, the drummer passed the dwindling joint back to his bandmate with a set in his jaw. And when their fingers touched again, Danny held his breath until the feeling passed and willed himself to ignore it.

Despite the calming lull of birdsong, crashing of waves, and the warm fingers of the summertime breeze tracing along their exposed skin and nuzzling their hair, the drummer was far from soothed. His plan of getting completely stoned to feel numb was failing. As he felt his irritation rise to a level that was far from acceptable, Daniel forced himself to take some deep breaths and focus on all those placating things he listed earlier. He allowed his jealousy to leak out of his every breath to be carried away by the wind, to drift away into the fading sunlight and disappear along with the sun as it dipped its sleepy head below the horizon.

Sam had puffed out a breath of his own, the intoxicating smoke billowing from his plush lips before he tossed what was left of their glowing roach of a joint into the trash bin off to the side of the clearing. His surprised laugh at making the bin rang out against the sky, similar to the calls of the gulls screeching above their heads; though, Sammy’s was more melodic and joyous.

“Why do you ask?” Sam suddenly asked.

“What?” Danny turned to face his best friend, confusion swirling with the smoke in his head.

It must’ve shown on his face because Sammy broke out into another fit of giggles after looking at Danny. What he didn’t know was that Sam had to laugh. If he didn’t he’d do something ridiculously stupid like tell Daniel how much he loved him. And that simply wouldn’t do. So, instead he laughed.

“My god, you can’t focus today!” Sam kept laughing, hiding his smile with his fingers. A shame, Daniel thought to himself.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. What do you want my excuse to be? The heat, the weed, or the dehydration?” It was Daniel’s turn to nudge Sam with his shoulder, feeling his nose scrunching up with the force of his laugh.

“All three are acceptable,” Sam decreed, running his hand through his hair as he spoke, “But, seriously. Why did you want to know what it feels like to kiss a guy?”

Suddenly, Danny didn’t feel like laughing anymore.

“Oh, I was just… curious…” To Danny, the most interesting thing in the world was his wringing hands. He simply could look nowhere else but at his calloused hands as they danced with one another.

Despite the fact that Danny was not looking at him, Sam knew those downturned, amber eyes had their attention trained onto him. He could feel them.

“Daniel… have you never kissed a guy before?”

Danny swore that his heart ceased beating inside his chest for a full second. Honestly, he was expecting this question to surface as soon as he, rather dumbly, asked after the feeling of kissing someone of his same gender. He guessed he finally truly understood the meaning of “curiosity killed the cat” as the silence between the two of them stretched on and on as Daniel failed to find his words. And perhaps he hadn’t perished, but it felt as if he was about to the way his heart was erratically fluttering under his ribs.

The drummer spared a glance in Sam’s direction, immediately regretting it as he met Sam’s expectant eyes. He darted his gaze away in record time, swallowing harshly at the way his blood ran cold.

“You and I both know the answer to that, Sam.”

He still couldn’t look at Sam, feeling like he’d much rather be run over with the golf cart they were perched on instead of having this conversation. Because, even though he wanted to know, he knew what this line of questioning implied: that he wanted to know for himself what it was like.

“......That was my first time kissing a guy myself.”

Daniel couldn’t help stealing a glance over at Sam once more. He wasn’t sure why that little tidbit of information was so shocking to him. Of course that was Sam’s first time kissing a man. They lived in rural Michigan where everyone knew everyone’s business; if someone so much as thought a gay thought, the whole goddamn town knew. Even barring that, Daniel knew everything about Sam. It shouldn’t have been a surprise… So why was it?

“Great. Glad you got that experience.” Danny’s tone was clipped to his own ears. He felt his brow knit as he forced his eyes downward, watching the breeze tickle the long blades of grass under his dangling feet. He was certain he was glaring at it so intensely that the poor foliage was about to catch fire.

“Yeah… It was pretty nice…” There was a dreamy, far-off quality to Sam’s voice. It only added fuel to the pyre of Daniel’s jealousy.

The conversation died out there, Daniel just allowing it to fizzle out instead of acting on his impulse to lash out at Sam. He knew this anger was misplaced and was bred from a place of envy, which was an entire can of worms that he didn’t want to open yet.

“Why?”

Daniel didn’t even look over at Sam.

“‘Why’ what?”

“Why do you want to know what kissing a guy is like?”

And there it fucking was. The question that Danny was praying Sam wouldn’t ask. The one that had an unspoken answer that Sammy likely already knew the answer to. So, out of spite and embarrassment, Daniel elected to ignore it. He even elected to ignore the way Sam’s stare was boring into the side of Danny’s head. Daniel even ignored the way his ears started to burn as his antagonism was melting away while his embarrassment increased.

“Danny…?”

Daniel finally broke, the heat of humiliation now scorching his cheeks as well. He locked eyes with his best friend, being greeted with a playful yet knowing smile. It was the most dangerous look that Daniel had ever seen on Sam.

Daniel wasn’t particularly a religious man. But, he was now praying that Sam would find it within himself to spare Daniel and let this moment go.

“Why do you wanna know?” Sam repeated, that wicked grin spreading to his eyes, causing them to sparkle with mischief.

Even if Danny had wanted to answer that, he was fairly certain he was incapable of finding the words to. Because truly, how do you tell the person that you’re in love with for years the truth?

Well, shit. Guess we’re fishing with worms tonight, boys.

After a beat of Danny opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water, Sam was the one to finally speak again. He started off with that stoner giggle of his, which was never a good thing for Danny.

“Well… would you like to know?”

Immediately, panic set in. This was a joke… right? It had to be. No way in hell was Samuel fucking Kiszka, Daniel’s stupid crush of five years, asking Danny what he thought he was. Danny had never been that lucky in his life. Why would he be so fortunate now?

Before he even realized it, Daniel was shaking his head, wide-eyed and frozen like a startled horse. The weed was not helping things, either, only aiding in amplifying his panic. A million thoughts raced through his head like a maelstrom of anxiety; all of them relating to how Daniel had just fucked up his entire life and relationship with Sam with one stupid question.

Sam, seemingly totally oblivious to the soul-crushing dismay Daniel was experiencing, just smiled even wider at Danny. If anything, that mischief in the bassist’s eyes only doubled.

“Well, that’s just too damn bad, Wagner. Because you’re gonna learn today.”

And before Danny could even say anything, let alone process what Sam had said to him, he felt hands intertwining with his curls at the back of his head. Within the blink of an eye, Sam had his lips pressed against Danny’s. Their noses were smushed into one another’s cheeks, Sam using too much force in his haste. Sam’s exhale from his nose was uncomfortably warm, practically scorching against Daniels’ sensitive skin.

Despite all of that, Daniel felt as though he achieved nirvana. Truly, there was nothing in the world that he would trade for this moment. Once he had managed to get over his petrifying panic, Daniel all but melted into the kiss. He wanted so badly to wrap his arms around Sam and pull him tight against him. The urge was so strong that Danny felt his hands lurch forth onto Sam’s waist on their own accord, startling himself and Sam as they both let out a yelp.

That was when the panic set in. Suddenly, Daniel realized what was happening. That he was sitting atop a golf cart with his best friend, kissing one another as if it was something they did all the time. And they were both high as hell. They didn’t know what they were doing.

I should stop this

Daniel, a little reluctantly, attempted to pull away from Sammy. But each time Danny tried, Sam would tighten his grip on his curls and pull him back against his lips.

It was ridiculous. It was sloppy. It was intoxicating. And before long, all of the fight was sapped right out of Daniel’s spirit by the hands of Samuel’s astonishingly soft lips.

Once Sam realized that Daniel was done resisting him, that was when he slowly guided the drummer forward. Danny was so swept up in the disbelief of the moment that he failed to realize what Sam was doing. It wasn’t until he managed to finally break away to catch his breath that Danny noticed that Sam was on his back beneath him.

He wanted to ask “what are we doing” or “how did we get here”, but as Sam gazed up at Daniel with large, pleading eyes, all the words dried up in his throat. He couldn’t help but drink in the sight of Sam, taking in every detail of him and committing it to memory so that he might have a comfort for his darkest hours. His eyes flitted from one detail to the next, taking inventory of all the little things someone less in love might call “frivolous”. But to Daniel, he was nothing but a mere unworthy devotee luckily blessed with the opportunity to worship something so precious as the pink of his lips, or the flutter of his lashes.

Daniel was caught staring for too long, watching as Sam’s eyebrows drew upwards in confusion.

“What? Why are you staring at me like that?”

You’re gorgeous you’re wonderful you’re amazing you’re stunning you’re perfect I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I-

“Nothing,” Danny laughed off, “no reason at all.”

Sam joined in on Danny’s giggling, that brilliant smile spreading across his lips as the sweet melody of his laugh danced through Danny’s ears. Daniel couldn’t help it. He just leaned down and captured Sam’s lips with his own again.

There weren’t any fireworks or any crazy light show that went off as they kissed. It just felt… right. As if they were always meant to be doing this; like how it feels when you drink water when you didn’t even realize you were thirsty. And as they continued, the kiss gradually escalating, Daniel couldn’t help but picture them doing this all the time; whenever they wanted to.

Daniel did have to put a stop to their escapade when he felt the bassist’s deft fingers attempt to slip beneath his waistband, snapping him out of the fog that had clouded his mind.

“Woah, baby, slow down,” the drummer rushed, huffing in air as he tried to catch his breath.

Sam just responded with a pout on his kiss-swollen lips and a pleading look in his eyes. Danny couldn’t help but laugh a bit at the absurdity of it.

“Sam, we’re in a public space on top of a golf cart. We can’t be doing that.”

“But I want to,” Sam whined, cocking his head as he spoke. He even went so far as batting his lashes at the drummer.

Heaving a huge sigh, Daniel knew at that moment that no matter what, he truly would never be able to say no to Sam. He glanced around at the surrounding area darkened by the lack of sun, smiling at himself as he watched a firefly blink its light right next to his head.

“Tell you what,” Danny leaned back from his position of caging Sam in with his arms, extending a hand to Sam to help him upright, “how’s about we head back and try and find a more private place.”

Sam’s pout was replaced by a slow-growing sly grin. With a nod of his head, he leaned in close to Danny’s ear to whisper “I’d love that.”

Daniel returned his grin, fighting off a shiver as Sammy’s warm breath ghosted across his neck. But beneath the warm excitement buzzing in Danny’s veins was a nagging feeling that he just couldn’t ignore.

“But, I feel like there was somewhere else we were supposed to be tonight…”

As Daniel trailed off, they both heard the roar of thousands of festival goers as the strum of a power chord sailed across the expanse of miles. Suddenly, the pair of them tensed in place as they were reminded of their previous obligation.

“Oh my GOD. We have to be on stage,” Sam yelled as panic took hold of them both.

They scrambled off the roof of the golf cart, breaking down into a fit of giggles as they glanced at one another. When their eyes met, there was an unspoken agreement that they would pick up where they left off as soon as they could. And while Daniel floored the accelerator, Sam nestled himself against his best friend’s side while Danny wrapped his arm around him.

They would figure this out, and they would be incredible together. But first, they had to be rockstars.

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