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*after he caught Snape calling Moony slurs and harassing him*
Sirius : You fuck*ng asshole I would tell you to ho find a d*ck and suck it but you are too much of a fucking inc*l yourself to be able to see past your little bubble how bloody creepy you are
Snape- patheticly through gritting teeth: You kiss your mother with that mouth?
Sirius: the only person I kiss is Remus and he doesn’t mind it one bit. Do you mind sweetheart?
Remus-leaning against the wall, watching, finding it incredibly hot: Not at all baby
*gives Sirius a small smuch*
Sirius- turning back to Snivlus: now where were we?
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firelilyfox · 16 days
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Dune: Paul Atreides x female reader
Warnings: se&ual harassment / angst / curses / hateful words / comfort
If someone means harm to the girl he loves, Paul won't hesitate
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You stare at the men and women right in front of you. All of them were looking at you with the same emotions pictured in their faces. Disgust. Outrage. 
Today was the first day after Paul announced your relationship to his people. The Fremen welcomed you with open arms… well some of them at least. Your roots lies with none of the big houses. All you know about your family is, that they were travelers who never lived at the same place for more than a couple of years. You are one of the Lost Ones. But when Paul rescued you from being tortured by the brutal Harkonen a couple months ago, you never thought about traveling somewhere else again. Your people always praised that the soul is a free from wich never settles and never find the one and only home. Paul changed your way of thinking. With him you felt at home for the first time ever. 
„The Mahdi can’t be with someone who is lost“, one of the believers growled as you were passing by. All you wanted to do was taking a walk and exploring the hallways of the Sietch, one of the rocky formations what the Fremen call their home. And now you are standing in front of a hand full of believers who are talking bad about you. 
A old, wrinkly woman hisses. „You don’t belong here, Lost One.“ 
You look at her fully blue eyes. The same color your eyes have turned as an outcome to the effects of spice everywhere. „Please let me through. I don’t wish for trouble.“ 
Now a young man steps right in front of you. Too close to be comfortable with. You try to move and bring some distance between the two of you, but your back almost immediately hits the wall. Your chest tightens up. This feels like a cage. A cage of people who hate you. 
„But you are trouble, whore.“ He couldn’t have been more than five years older than you, but he was so intimidating that you wanted to flee before he would hurt you. You still are one of the Lost Ones. Their are no fighters. Your people staying alive because they run for dear life when problems appear. That’s why the Fremen always looked down on your kind. 
„All your people do, is stealing and living in the shadows. You are not worthy to be here. Your are not worthy to be with Muad’Dib“, he grabbed your neck with a tight grib. „But I’ll find some use for u, don’t you worry.“ 
The others looked away while he is dragging you to a shallow corner at the end of the hallway. Your screams got muffled by his greasy hand and silent tears filled your eyes. The back of your head hit the wall hard and your vision flickers for a moment. Fear crawling all over your body, followed by the tip of his knife. You’re trying to beg for him to stop, but all he does is giggling at your helplessness. 
„I will show you your worth and after that I will give your body to the desert. I will…“ 
A voice is shouting at the near distance. „Where is she?!“ The man fearlessly let’s go of you and hiding his knife. You fall down on your knees as Paul rushes around the corner. Gentle hands pulling you up and you begin to sob, hiding your face at his chest. 
„How dare you to touch her!“ Paul growls at the man who is now lowering his head in respect for his Duke. 
„I did not want to bring any disrespect to you, Mahdi. But this woman damages you reputation. She is not worthy to be …“ but Paul cuts him off. 
„She is equal to me. I am who I am today, because of her. How dare you to speak about her like that?“ His voice became dangerously silent and you could feel under your palms how tense his muscles were. As you look around you discover that people have stopped and watching the scene with wide eyes. 
You reach up to gently touch his cheek, so Paul would look at you. „I’m okay, Paul. Nothing happened. I’m unharmed.“ 
For a moment the coldness in his eyes vanished, but as he looked down at your neck and saw the bruises … he was ready to kill someone. Paul kisses your forehead and it feels like that he needed to do it just to calm himself down, before he would actually cut a throat. His grip around your waist thightens but not in a hurtful way. You never felt more protected as right here in is arms. 
Paul turns his head slowly. A deadly look on his face. The man kneeled down in fear of his punishment. „I will only say this once and for all. Who ever touches this woman and mean harm to her, will be sentenced to death. Without exceptions.“ He looks around, making eye contact with everyone who is watching. „Spread the word. I will personally kill everyone no matter if man or woman.“ 
The Fremen quickly leaving the place murmuring and chattering. The message was clear. If you break this rule, death by Muad’Dip will find you. 
„And for you“, Paul looked down at the man who tried to do unspeakable things to you. His voice full of dark rage. „If you ever come near her again or look at her even from afar, I’ll break your neck.“ He gave two other men a sign to carry him away. 
„I should have known that something like that might would happen“, Paul curses. „I’m so sorry. I should have never left you go alone.“ His eyes meet yours and the deep sorrow in them breaks your heart a little. 
„You couldn’t ever have guessed that. This isn’t your fault and it’s not your job to see something like that before it happens.“ 
Paul pulls you closer now that the two of you are alone. „But is is my job to protect you.“ 
„And you did.“ 
He leans his forehead against yours, taking a deep breath. His body is still tense but his touch is so gently. „I don’t want to imagine what could’ve happened if I weren’t be here on time … I couldn’t…“ his voice breaks. This is the side of him no one ever sees. The softness and the vulnerability. To everyone he is the fearless Muad’Dib. But to you he is Paul Atreides. The man who owns your heart. 
„Then don’t. You saved me. I am right here.“ To prove your point you get on your tiptoes and kiss him softly. Paul cups your face with his hands, holding you so close to him that nothing would have room in between. 
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Thank you for reading! Comments, ideas & reposts are very welcome <3
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beautifuldisaster88 · 2 months
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Pairing: Boyfriend!Rafe Kook!Girlfriend
Summary: Rafe has been in a relationship with his best friend, Topper's, younger sister for four years. When Rafe reluctantly decides to agree to letting his girlfriend go to a party with Topper, without Rafe, he makes Topper swear to not let her out of her sight. When Topper doesn't follow through with the promise, Rafe receives a call that he never wanted to receive.
Warnings: mentions of drugs and alcohol, mentions of almost rape, slight mention of violence. I think that's about it. Reader is female, but no mention of Y/N or readers name just the pet names Rafe calls her.
A/N: This is not proofread, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes. I wrote this in like 15 minutes, after it randomly came to me... Like half my writing 😂 there's no smut in this. FYI, for this little piece, Rafe is 21 and reader is 18.
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Rafe angrily slammed open the door and came barging in, veins popping out and huffing. Topper opened his mouth to say something but was quickly cut off by Rafe putting his hand up.
"Don't." Rafe seethed, shaking his finger in Topper's face. His jaw clenched and his usual piercing blue eyes were full of rage. "Just tell me where the fuck my girlfriend is!"
"In her bedroom with Sarah. Look man, I fucked up and I'm sorry. I let her out of my sight for like 20 maybe 30 minutes." Topper began, his words only adding fire to Rafe's already burning rage. His mind kept playing back to the phone conversation he'd had earlier with his girlfriend. A call that will forever haunt his mind.
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~Hours Earlier~
Rafe was relaxing on the couch, watching some movie that his girlfriend had been going on about for weeks. Of course, Rafe being Rafe, he just rolled his eyes saying how you couldn't pay him to watch another fucking chick flick. Yet, here he was, home alone, snuggling with his girlfriend's favorite soft and fuzzy black blanket that had little cherries printed on it, loving how it smelled just like his girlfriend.
He'd never admit it, but he was really into the movie, finding himself getting invested in the relationships and friendships and all the drama. The sound of his phone vibrating beside him made Rafe side eye the phone, his brows furrowed together when he saw his girlfriend's face on the screen and her nickname 'Bunny❤️‍🔥'. It's not that he wasn't happy to see her calling because he was.
The problem was, his girlfriend was supposed to be out having fun with her older brother, Topper, who also happened to be Rafe's best friend. Rafe had business to take care of and wouldn't have been able to make it to the party until late, which is why Topper swore he'd keep an eye on her. Rafe told his girlfriend to call him if there was any trouble, and made Topper to promise to bring her back to Tannyhill after the party. Seeing her name on his phone instantly had Rafe regretting to ever agree to let his girlfriend go to a party without him.
"Is everything okay, bunny?" Rafe asked, trying to hide the concern in his voice. His knuckles were already turning white from gripping the side of the couch.
"R-Rafey.." His girlfriend slurred her words on the other end of the phone, sounding completely out of it. "I don't feel good... Make it stop spinning.. c-can't find you.. Rafey..."
"Baby? What did you take and where the hell is Topper!?" Rafe flew up off the couch, pacing back and forth as he ran his hand over his buzz cut out of habit. He was already seeing red, his girl was in trouble and he wasn't there to protect her. Damnit, why the fuck did he agree to letting her go without him!? This is why he doesn't let her go to parties without him. People are fucking irresponsible enough and when you add drugs and alcohol, they become fucking idiots.
"Topper... Dunno... h-he went upstairs with Sarah.. so sleepy, Rafey... J-just gonna take a nap." His girlfriend's words were even more slurred, causing Rafe to panic.
He was out the door in a flash, running to his truck. After jerking the door open and hopping inside, he fumbled trying to get the key in the ignition. "Fuck!" He yelled, hitting the steering wheel before trying again. The engine roared to life and Rafe took off like a bat out of hell, connecting his phone to the Bluetooth.
"Listen to me, baby. I need you to stay awake, yeah. I'm coming for you, just focus on my voice, okay, bunny? I ne-"
Rafe was cut off by the sound of a male's voice and he knew damn well it wasn't Topper's.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here? Damn, you are really fucked up ain't ya, darlin'. Don't worry I'mma take real good care of you, baby." The male said, making Rafe's blood run cold and then begin to boil. He yelled his girlfriend's name over and over, but got no response. All he heard were her weak calls and begging the guy to get his hands off of her, before the call ended.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Rafe screamed, pounding his fists against the steering wheel.
He had to get to his girlfriend immediately. Shit, he forgot where Topper said the party was at. This could not be happening. Not his girlfriend, anyone but his bunny.
Just as Rafe was about to call Topper, his best friends name popped up on the screen in the middle console of Rafe's truck. Rafe immediately answered it, yelling at Topper.
"You fucking swore you wouldn't let her out of your fucking sight, Top! What the fuck is wrong with you!? Where the fuck are you guys!? I just received the worst fucking call of my life! My girlfriend, your fucking sister, Topper is completely out of it and who the fuck knows what someone slipped her! Wanna hear the worst fucking part!? Some asshole thinks he can take advantage of MY girlfriend! I swear I'm going to fucking kill him!"
"Rafe, look I know, I fucked up and I feel awful. Trust me, man. I've got her, she's with me and Sarah and I'm taking her home. I walked in just in time, that asshole didn't touch her. I-I can't believe I let my baby sister almost get..." Topper couldn't even finish his sentence, feeling the bile threaten to come up.
"I'll deal with you tomorrow. Right now, I need to make sure my girl is okay. I'm on my way to your place." Rafe ended the call, driving as fast as he could towards the Thornton residence.
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Rafe took one big step, putting his face in Topper's. "I don't want to hear your fucking excuses! The one fucking time I trust you to keep her safe when I'm not there, and this shit happens! You're lucky I don't fucking kill you, Top. Like I said, I'll deal with you tomorrow. My girl needs me, not you or my fucking sister."
Rafe pushed past Topper, purposely slamming into his shoulder as he ran up the stairs. Opening his girlfriend's bedroom door, he immediately glared at Sarah, clenching his jaw and balling up his fist. "Out." Was all he said, earning a few sorry's from his sister, which made him scoff.
As soon as Sarah left, Rafe locked the bedroom door behind her. His heart wrenched at the sight of his beautiful angel, seeing her smeared mascara from crying. He immediately walked over to the bed and climbed in beside her, wrapping his arms around his girlfriend and pulling her against his chest.
"I'm so sorry that I wasn't there to protect you, bunny. I promise, this shit will never happen again. Tonight was the first and last time you go to a party without me. I've never been as scared as I was tonight. The thought of you being hurt, and another man putting his grimy hands and shit on you... Fuck, I'm never going to forgive myself. I'm sorry, baby. I love you, you know that right?"
She shifted in his arms, turning to face Rafe. Taking one of her small hands, she placed it on the side of his face, her bloodshot eyes staring into Rafe's ocean blue eyes. A soft smile formed on her perfect plump lips. "Hey, look at me." She spoke softly and Rafe looked into her eyes, leaning into her soft and warm touch. "Don't you dare blame yourself. None of this is your fault. Someone must have slipped something into my drink, but Topper found me in time and forced me to throw up. Rafe, I would never blame you. I know that you love me, and I love you. Don't worry, I never want to go anywhere without you again."
Rafe chuckled, feeling a bit more relieved. He placed a kiss on her forehead, then both her cheeks, the tip of her nose, and finally her lips. It was crazy, how his whole world fit perfectly in his arms. Sure, he had everything and lived in a mansion, but if you asked Rafe Cameron where home was to him, he'd answer with the same answer he'd given the last four years... his girlfriend. All the money, the power, everything that Rafe had, none of it meant anything, not if he didn't have her by his side. She was without a doubt, the calm to his storm, a true angel. She was his, and he would always protect her at all costs.
It goes without saying that as soon as Rafe found out who the guy was that tried to take advantage of his girlfriend, went 'missing' two weeks later. Nobody messes with his girl and gets away with it.
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sunnyloversblog · 23 days
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theo nott being a protective boyfriend at slytherin party!!
- always keeping you by his side, hand on your waist at all times
- multiple smoke breaks but he won’t let you smoke because it’s bad for you „no cara mia, i worship you and your body too much to let you do that shit“
- after minutes of begging, he allows you to dance with your girlfriends
- keeping an eye on you at all times, ignoring draco yapping about his situationship with pansy
- Shoving his drink into dracos chest when he sees Connor approaching you, knowing he tried to flirt with you multiple times knowing of your relationship
Connor approaches you from behind while you’re swaying your hips dancing to „maneater“.
He taps on your shoulder you immediately turn around smiling because you expect your boyfriend Theo. You bump into Connors chest, his hands immediately on your hips, smirking „hows the prettiest girl in school this evening?“
Before you can answer he gets dragged away from you, landing on the floor infront of you, theo towering over him fists clenched „how many times do I have to tell you to stay away from my girl fucking bastard“ landing a kick in his stomach.
After he hears you gasp he turns to you taking your hand into his strong hand „come here baby I am gonna dance with you, gotta keep you safe“
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Protective Ace Hardy™
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whumpetywhump · 28 days
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The Sign - Ep. 5
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boldandwithoutshame · 6 months
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ReaderXProtective!BF he loves your body more than you'll ever know
your bf finds you upset about yourself, but dont worry, he'll reassure you of his love
Since you’ve been together, he’s seen a lot of your bad days. Each one just as heartbreaking, but they have also brought the two of you closer. He promised early on that you could always come to him when you were feeling down and he knows you’ve been trying to trust that promise.
Today was one of the days you couldn’t.
He finds you curled on the couch, covered in blankets and nursing a warm drink. The remnants of snacks are beside you and the tv is playing one of your favourite reruns, but the air around you is all wrong. He asks you about your day and you strangely hold back. He gives you some space until later when you’re sharing a meal, and you mention that you got a call from your parents. Ah, that makes sense.
His stomach twists but he continues to ask about what they had to say. The usual bullshit, it turns out. No wonder you hadn’t been feeling well. It makes him sick to his core that anyone could have this power over you and abuse it so maliciously. Each time it’s happened, you’ve shared more about the unease they bring you, especially about your “health” and how you "present yourself". If they weren’t spineless fucking cowards, they would say “body” or "looks"; regardless he understands what you’re referring to while you explain.
Before you can share all the details, the breaks in your voice start and he feels that same sad lurch in his heart. “Come here” he offers, and you’re quickly embraced tight against him. The tears follow. First, the quiet ones because when you’re triggered like this you hate to take up any space or inconvenience anyone. Then the real heart wrenching sobs when he says “hey, it’s okay”. The hollow breaths that turn to hiccups. The shaky apologies that he brushes off. All he can do is rub your back and hold you and tell you there’s nothing wrong with you. He wants to hold you safely every time this happens and hates to think of all the times you’ve wept like this alone.
It hurts even more to watch, because he knows that you’ve been getting better. Not just because you’ve told him that you’ve been working hard on recovering and re-establishing some relationships, but because he sees it. Your confidence in outfits when you’re going out. Your excitement for trips to the beach or for swimming. Your (somewhat intimidating) beast-mode at the gym. But it’s also all the small things that maybe you haven’t even noticed.
Letting his hands roam your body while you’re on top of the sheets. When getting ready for a shower, or just getting out of one, and you catch him staring because he can’t look away, because you’re so fucking hot, and all you do is giggle and taunt him. The way you boldly seduce him and then completely let go under him immediately afterwards. When you walk around in those shorts, teasing him, asking if they look good, knowing full well he’s already been checking you out the last hour while you mill around at home.
And your recent triumph, which he’s only ever fantasised about: you fucking riding him. He’s not sure he has the resolve to hold back as long as he did the first time now that he’s felt you fully on top of him. But he'll do his best to let you enjoy it for as long as he can because there's nothing sexier than watching you above him, using his body as you please, and loving it.
He curses himself for being weak with language and articulating the things going on in his mind and heart. He can’t ever seem to find the words to tell you just how he feels. But when you're next in the mood and agree to take things to bed, he hopes then that you can feel it.
Feel his adoration as he presses kisses against your neck and chest. His unyielding devotion with each thrust deep into you, trying to bury himself into that place he loves to touch; the same one that makes you gasp for him. His care as holds you against him, praising you through shaky breaths as you take him so well. His all-consuming love as he pants against your skin after you both finish.
He worries you won't ever know how he truly feels until your hand is brushing back his hair, and your other palm is tracing between his shoulders, holding him close while your bodies recover. There's a shared understanding when he hears a satisfied hum after asking if you're okay and your warm giggle as you return the question, looking down at the mess between you. That trust when he lifts up from your body to meet your sex-drunk gaze, and those words roll off your tongue with ease and wash over both your insecurities. He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead and rests his lips there, replying earnestly “I love you too”.
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xblood-sugarx · 2 months
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I want you close to me. always. even just the smallest distance between us is just too far
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artemist19 · 1 year
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You'll, i think we are not talking enough of that part in House of Hades when they are in the underworld and Archne attacks Annabeth from the back but Percy kills her almots by reflex and then he is like "she died too easily, she deserved worse" because he knew how she Hurt Annabeth and wanted her to suffer for that. Cause, yeah, that was hot
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bucky-barnes-lover · 6 months
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Hey, I was wondering if you could do something with Bucky Barnes x Female Reader where she makes Bucky jealous by flirting with Steve? I have a thing for jealous Bucky🥵😍
So....... Ik it's been a while but I've had a pretty fucking busy week due to going in and out of the hospital and other shit, but here is the fic u requested. Hope u like it.
Bucky Barnes x fem!reader: Jealousy Jealousy
⚠️ Warnings: ⚠️ Pure filthy smut. Unprotected P in V. Jealous Bucky. Curse words (To be expected if u know my writing style)
W.C: 725
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"So can I buy you a drink?" I asked Steve, eyeing his freshly ironed blue suit. "Are you drunk y/n?? You do realise you are engaged, yes?" He questioned, clearly concerned as to why I was flirting with my fiancé's best friend.
Oh, I knew very well that I was sober, I just liked to make Bucky jealous occasionally. Well more often than not, at nearly every party at the compound I found a way to make him want to show everyone who I belonged to. And there was a party every weekend, So quite often the night would end in Bucky grabbing my arm and dragging me to our room. 
Today was no different. A couple winks and brushing along Steve's arm got Bucky on his feet. In 3 long strides he was next to me, caressing my waist. "Do you realise what you're doing to me doll?" He whispered in my ear, his voice silky and rich. "I was just offering to buy Stevie here a drink" I responded, immediately regretting the decision of calling Steve Stevie. "So it's Stevie now is it? I thought only Tony called him that." He replied, Jealousy creeping up in his voice.
I could just about make out the soft mutter of 'Get a Room' escaping Steve's lips. I giggled to myself as I tried to keep the moan slipping from my mouth as Bucky brushed his soft and gentle lips along my neck, his thumb roughly digging into my hips as he continued caressing my waist.
A couple minutes later we were in our room. Clothes long forgotten on the beige carpet and instead the feeling of Bucky's comforting stubble roaming my body. No longer trying to keep it hidden, I let the moans fall freely from deep within my throat. I could've sworn I may have growled a couple times but Buck didn't seem to mind. 
I could feel his warm breath nearing my sex and I shuddered at the thought of having him inside me once again. He ripped off my panties and threw them on the floor as he spread my legs open. He leaned his head down and buried his face in my pussy. Bucky's nose brushed against my clit as his tongue slipped through my folds and along my entrance. Working his tongue expertly through. 
Eager moans escaped my lips as his tongue started playing with my clit. I could feel the familiar sensation run through my body, tingly and pleasurable. Bucky lifted his head from in-between my thighs and looked up at me with his bright green eyes smirking.
I let out an annoyed moan at the audacity of this man. "You were annoying me earlier, so now I'll annoy you." He said with a knowing smile.
Bucky unzipped his jeans and threw them aside along with his boxers. I could feel his hard cock against my pussy and with one swift thrust he was inside of me. He started with soft thrusts, so I could adjust to his size but within seconds it was pure filthy, rough sex. 
"Fuck, Bucky please." I wasn't even sure what I was begging for but his thrusts became more and more powerful. Our loud moans echoed around the room as well as the sound of skin hitting skin. "Fuck, Baby. You feel so good" Bucky moaned thrusting deeper inside of me, "Fuck" was all I could respond with. Gosh he felt good.
Eventually Bucky's thrusts became lazy and the same familiar feeling boiled up inside of me as he hit my g-spot thrust after thrust. Soft moans escaped my lips "I'm close baby, I'm close" I moaned as my walls clenched around his thick cock. "Uhhh. You feel so good babydoll." He responded, "Cum for me."
He continued rubbing my clit with his vibranium fingers and I let out a loud moan as relief washed over me. "Uhhh, Bucky" I moaned as I came undone under him. Within seconds after me, Bucky moaned out my name and I felt hot cum explode into my wet pussy. 
After helping clean me up, Bucky caressed my body with kisses and massaged my back. Laying on his chest for hours on end just talking and enjoying the soft tingle his hands left behind after touching me. 
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Well, Making Bucky jealous isn't a bad idea 😉.
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sonicdrawsfast · 3 months
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Yall im in spanish and i watched Sonic Prime season 3 episode 1.
SHADOW IS A PROTECTIVE BOYFRIEND!!!!!!
they held hands, Shadow almost comforted Sonic, Shadow saved Sonic and realized Sonic was the Prism energy nine needed.
GAY TEAM WORK MAKES THE DREAM WORK
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girlonabreak · 8 days
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i swear nothing's hotter than a guy who's protective over you
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kindoffruity · 1 year
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Smitten - Chapter Two - Aonung's POV
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Summary: Aonung is Neteyam's biggest fan and no matter how strong he is, Neteyam is baby.
Mild warning: This chapter has a teensy bit of violence, not much though. Also, this is my Avatar universe so what I say goes. It's not cannon-compliant at all.
Smitten - Chapter Two - Protect - Aonung's POV
Most people knew not to mess with Aonung, being the chief’s son usually gave him enough stature to not be bothered with. Though that logic didn’t apply to other eldest sons of chiefs. To elaborate more on the situation at hand, Aonung had to think back to what he could have possibly done wrong to end up here. 
It had been a few hours earlier at the center of the reef when a few ilus had rode in with them a select few young adults from the neighboring Ta’uni clan.
It wasn’t determined as a threat, the clans were more like cousins if anything, so it didn’t gather the attention of many people besides Aonung and Tsireya. 
“Welcome,” Tsireya greeted happily, she was usually too welcoming for Aonung’s liking. He felt a bit uneasy as they all chatted, Aonung recognized one of the males in the group had received their Iknimaya and had their first tattoo. He had just recently completed his coming of age ceremony. 
Aonung completely missed the name of pretty much everyone in the group, he knew they were here for something. 
“Enough with the small talk, what is it you want?” Aonung spat, he was usually the one to speak his mind freely regardless. 
“Excuse my eldest brother, he usually isn’t this rude.” Tsireya apologized for him, smacking his arm. Aonung looked unamused as he stared at the outsiders. 
“I have come to seek the sea princess, I am a man worthy of being her mate.” 
Finally, Aonung thought to himself. He knew they wouldn’t have rode from another reef to their home just to sit in a circle and be friends. 
“No,” The siblings spoke in unison, “How dare you insult my sister by thinking because you completed your Iknimaya you could come here and ask for her hand.” Aonung knew he had no right to his sister, and as much as he hated Lo’ak this would easily be a downgrade. 
Some more words were exchanged, Aonung could admit, most of those words weren’t nice. He couldn’t remember specifics but he did know the altercation had gathered some attention and at some point, someone had swung first, not him though, he learned his lesson last time with the Sully’s. 
Next thing he knew, he had tackled the unknown Ta’uni member and a full on fight had broken out. He could hear Tsireya practically weeping in the back and only really pulled out once he heard Tonowari, his father, shout. 
He pulled off, knuckles bruised, a busted lip but surely he looked a lot better than the other who scrambled to his feet and retreated with his friends. 
Perhaps that was Aonung’s mistake, he had chosen to walk away like his father had asked rather than to finish the fight. 
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Aonung had been looking for a cave that would remind Neteyam of home, it had a large pool of water, near the ocean with a good amount of sand, and a mix of trees. It almost seemed like a small rainforest only a few minutes away from the reef. 
Not far behind him were the Ta’uni boys from earlier, this time they had brought a few more men with them.
“Take the ropes off and fight me like a man.” Aonung called out, his voice echoing in the cave walls. He had been ambushed, even though he was clearly stronger than most of them they had the element of surprise and he had only been one to their group of six. 
“There isn’t even a need to fight, look at you, we could just leave your pathetic self here and no one would come for you.” 
Aonung glared, wriggling in the ropes that had bound his wrists and ankles together, he had gotten pretty beat up in the midst of everything. A multitude of bruises adorning his stomach and legs where he had been kicked and punched, his hair had been ripped out of his bun letting his curls out in a messy frame around his face. 
“Take these ropes off and see just how well I can fight. You needed six men to take me down, I can handle you like nothing.” Aonung licked the blood from his lips, his body flexing as he tried to break out of the burning rope. 
A knife was pulled out and Aonung finally thought the other was going to release him so they could have a real fight except the unsharpened part knife was pressed against his neck, “You talk too much.” Aonung quieted his mouth trying to think of how he could get out of the situation. He was outnumbered, tired, and frankly his whole body ached from the group having attacked him. 
“That's good, be quiet.” 
In the midst of the silence, there was a loud screech from an unknown animal, the group all looked up and around nervous with the unfamiliar screech. 
“Is that.. An Ikran..?” The knife was dropped and the leader turned to process what the large Ikran had been doing, it had been circling the cave from above with loud screeching and then it suddenly dropped down and flew right past the group knocking a few of the Ta’unui clan members off their feet. 
“Why would an Ikran be near the reef- Where is your rider?” 
There was very visible panic as they tried to stand guard from the large creature.
Aonung snorted, behind the bruised lips and jaw was a smirk, “Not even Ewya will help you out of this one..” 
As if Aonung predicted the future, Neteyam had leaped out of hiding with his bow and arrow- and the cute waist belt Aonung loved so much. 
Neteyam had smacked the leader directly in the face with the bow, clearly taking him by surprise as fell back. Neteyam landed on his feet directly in front of Aonung, dropping down in a stance over Aonung’s legs, his blade out and ears pointed back as he hissed in a threat to the group. 
“What is a forest na’vi doing here- how barbaric-” A few hushed whispers and insults that stirred Aonung up but his focus was immediately brought to Neteyam.
Everything else happened too fast, Aonung didn’t even get a good look at Neteyam but he looked at his posture and immediately knew Neteyam was angry. Neteyam was fast, the bow had been placed by Aonung’s feet and Neteyam had taken off. 
Aonung could only sit helplessly and watch as his boyfriend had dragged every single member of the Ta’uni’s. Aonung winced as he watched Neteyam grab the smallest member and practically toss him like he was nothing, knocking him into the wall and unconscious. 
Neteyam was strong.
 Aonung could let out a dreamy sigh as Neteyam had defended him, even as Neteyam drop kicked and slammed his bow at the back of someone’s head- Aonung could only think about how his body made every move look graceful. 
“I think I am in love..” Aonung muttered quietly as he stood there tied up, he knew Neteyam could handle it himself otherwise he would have freed him. 
Neteyam was bouncing around, barely breaking a sweat when Aonung noticed someone about to sucker punch Neteyam from behind, Aonung’s feet were moving on their own and he pushed his shoulder and head into the unnamed attacker, his hands may have been tied up but he wasn’t going to just let Neteyam take that hit for him. Aonung rolled off with a grunt, his hair sprawled out around him as he tried to push himself up with only his feet. 
“Ma’Aonung!” 
Aonung hadn’t been expecting that, nor did he expect for Neteyam to break his bow across the back of the last member of the group. 
Aonung grunted and finally was able to push himself up to his feet, panting a bit with strain as he was finally able to take a look around. Neteyam had single-handedly taken out six guys by himself and was literally unscathed. 
Despite the fact that Neteyam had no injuries he looked like he was about to start crying, “I thought I lost you..” Neteyam spoke but it was in english and Aonung couldn’t understand him at all. 
“Are you okay? Did you get hurt- Why are you crying?” Aonung tried to wriggle out the rope on his wrists, finally they were cut off revealing deep dark bruises. Aonung was more concerned with inspecting Neteyam who had ripped through the group like they were nothing. 
“I am fine! Look at you! I should have been there sooner!” Neteyam cried out and Aonung sighed softly, grabbing him and pulling him for a tight hug. “Look at me, I am fine. You came just in time, I knew you would come.” Aonung said softly, being extremely gentle with Neteyam. 
The group had gathered themselves and limped out, absolutely baffled that such a monster like that would need consoling after nearly killing them.
From the top of the cave Lo’ak and Tsireya watched, they had arrived mere minutes before, “Neteyam is scary when he’s angry.. He walks around like the perfect child but his temper- Awful.” Lo’ak had only been there long enough to see his brother bash his bow into someone’s back but that told him everything he needed to know. 
“I think they are very cute together, Lo’ak don’t you think?” Tsireya said softly, her arm wrapped around his, she looked up at him with large eyes and Lo’ak felt inclined to agree with her.
“Nope, did you see my brother? He single handedly took down all those guys. Where was yours? Tied up like a princess- Hold on! FISH LIPS WATCH THOSE HANDS!” Lo’ak shouted. 
Aonung had only been hugging Neteyam, sure his hand had ended up on his lower back, it was a given. Aonung looked up, tensed, hearing the shouting, “Why are they here…” He grumbled.
Tsireya gasped, ducking out of sight and smacking Lo’ak’s arm. “Hush they saw us! We must go!” She pulled Lo’ak away fast. 
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Black Swan/ d.r.w pt.3
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Pairing: Danny Wagner x Female Reader
Word Count: 9653
Warnings: NSFW MINORS DNI 18+, fighting (verbal and physical, danny does NOT put his hands on y/n in this way), arguing, yelling, asshole danny(ghosting), detailed description of a panic attack, masturbation, uncomfortable sexual encounter (nothing graphic), protective danny, oral sex (m&f receiving), fingering, very light spit play, steamy shower scene, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap pls!) soft danny
happy wagner wednesday ;)
black swan playlist (x)
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The ringtone from your phone buzzes through the air, waking you from your state of sleep. Your eyes open wide as you look around for your phone, finally locking onto it resting on the bedside table. You scramble to reach for it, barely answering the call.
“Hello?”
“Good morning, I’m looking for a Ms.Y/N?”
“This is she.”
“Hi, Ms.Y/N, it’s Laura, from Little Sunshine Academy. We tried calling you twice already today. You were do in at 9 for orientation, is everything okay?”
You pull the phone away to look at the time, seeing it’s now 10:30.
“Oh my- yes I am so sorry. I don’t think my alarm went off… I-I can be there by 11, 11:15 if that’s okay?” You completely forgot you were supposed to start your new job today.
“Yes, of course. Please remember to wear athletic wear and easy to remove shoes. Also keep jewelry to a minimum and no dangling or hanging pieces! We’ll see you then, bye-bye.” The phone clicks before you can say anything in return.
You entirely forgot that you’re supposed to start your new job as a teacher assistant at the nearby daycare today. Had you remembered, perhaps you would have rethought your night out. You look to the other side of the bed to see it’s empty again. Assuming Danny’s in the kitchen, you shuffle out of the covers, rustling about his room for your clothes. Once you return yesterdays outfit to your body, you hobble down the hall into the kitchen. Your legs are sore from last night, making it difficult to maneuver. The kitchen is entirely empty, only accompanied by a vase of flowers. You approach the un-Danny like object to see there’s a handwritten note attached around the smallest part.
have a good day!
yours,
danny xo
p.s. sorry i’m not home
With a big smile plastered on your face, you grab the vase and take it with you as you make your way to the door. There’s a bright pink sticky note posted above the handle that reads:
house keys are on the hook
call me when you can
yours again,
danny xo
You take his little note with you and grab your keys, heading out of his front door. The warm morning breeze brushes your cheeks, hues of pink and yellow shining onto your face from the flower’s reflecting off the sun. You take note of his Jeep missing from the driveway, leaving his Corvette behind. You brush your fingers across the hood as you walk past, images of last night flash through your mind. You make your way to your house and settle in, placing the new flowers on your counter with intentions to check up on the previous flowers later. You place the pink sticky note on the counter next to the vase and start a pot of coffee. While it’s brewing you decide to take a quick shower before work. The hot water rolls off your skin as you stand beneath it. Your mind wanders off, thinking about how Danny would look in this setting. How his hair would flatten down and grow in length under the water, or how the water would trail between the muscle on his abdomen. You wondered what his routine was like. Does he comb his hair out in the shower? Does he brush his teeth and deep condition at once to save time? You get so lost in the thought of Danny, you forget you yourself are on a time limit. You quickly finish washing yourself, finally turning the shower off and heading to your room in a towel. You shuffle through your drawers to pull out leggings and a pastel shirt, attempting to match the dress code given by Laura. Remembering Danny’s note, you place your phone on your dresser and call him as you get ready. He answers almost immediately.
“Good morning!” His warmth radiates through the speakers.
“Good morning, thank you for the flowers, they’re beautiful.”
“Least I could do for my girl. What are you up to? Are you on lunch?” He refers to you as “his girl” as if it’s his first nature.
“Actually, funny story… I’m not even at work, I’m getting ready,” you pause waiting for him to speak but all he gives is a small chuckle, “I forgot to set an alarm. But, I told them I’ll be there by 11:15.”
“Is that so?”
“Yeah, I should-” you look at the time “oh fuck.” It’s already 11:05.
“Can we stay on the phone while you drive? I miss you a lot.” The neediness in Danny’s voice has you yearning for his touch.
“Of course we can. Just don’t laugh at me for road rage…”
“I promise.”
You pick your phone up and make your way to the kitchen where you put together the fastest cup of coffee in your life. The process is filled with little comments from Danny that make it feel as if he’s right next to you.
“Are we in the car yet? It’s 11:10, dear.”
“Yes, about to leave.”
“Did you lock your door?”
“I don’t think so, but honestly I think it’s fine.”
Usually your commutes are accompanied by whatever album is scratching your brain in that moment, but today was different. The drive to your new job was accompanied with something different, with someone who was somehow still a stranger, regardless of the intimacy shared over the last few days. You make sure not to take this time for granted, asking him a little more about himself to feel less like strangers. The thought of him still being a stranger is jarring considering he has seen so many intimate aspects of your life in the span of four days. Danny’s never felt like a stranger, though. From the very start his presence has been that of one you’ve known forever. Meeting him for the first time just felt like catching up with someone. You find yourself falling more and more for him as he makes his intentions a little clearer throughout the conversation.
“Okay, I’m here. Definitely not 11:15 but…” You look at the time displaying 11:30.
“Man, okay. Well, have an amazing day, beautiful. I’ll see you later. ”
“Bye, sweet boy.” Fighting the urge to tell him you loved him, you still managed to slip up.
“See ya, sweetheart.” He didn’t hold back either.
The phone clicks from the other end allowing silence to fill the air around you. You grab your coffee along with your other items and make your way towards the building. The structure is tiny and comprised of deep red brick, there’s a tiny flower bed under the windows filled with painted rocks and dandelions. You walk up to the double doors and press the big red button labeled “BUZZ FOR OFFICE.”
BUZZ
“Hi! What’s your name?”
“I’m Y/N, I’m here to start my new job.”
The door unlocks and you reach for the handle, pulling it towards you. The smell of fresh linen and drying Crayola paint tickles your nose. A smile finds its way across your lips at the nostalgic scent emanating from the room around you. The walls are covered in colorful artwork, self portraits, hand-drawn gardens, most paired with a classic corner sun and odd proportions. You step into the office to meet with Laura, the head teacher.
“I am so sorry about the time. I promise I’m a lot more punctual.” You can feel your cheeks growing red from embarrassment.
“That’s quite alright, Y/N! We’re just glad you showed up today, I knew from your interview we were going to love you right away!” Laura was a lot nicer in person by miles, her bright smile and scent of warm vanilla sugar helped.
After reading through some papers, you finish up the necessary paperwork required for you to begin working. Laura waves you in her direction as she pushes herself away from her desk and begins heading towards a classroom door. You’re instructed to take your shoes off before entering the room.
“This is the infant room, we have plenty of staff in here so you’ll be with the toddlers. I just want to show your around a bit!” Laura whispers so low you can barely hear her, careful not to wake the babies up.
Gazing into a room of babies hit a soft spot inside you. You’ve never wanted children, but in the same breath to be a mother is all you’ve ever wanted. To create life with someone you love, and raise them to be the change you want to see in the world. The baby fever grows worse as you imagine doing all of it with Danny. You start to think about his paternal instincts, his desire to protect and serve. Your mind wanders through heart wrenching thoughts of how Danny would be as a father. It’s evident Danny loves quality time, maybe he’d even teach them to golf or drum. Laura notices your mind is somewhere else as she breaks your tragic train of thought.
“That room always gets people! Do you have any?” Laura asks politely.
“Oh, me? Not yet!” You feel a pit in your stomach, realizing you’d only started feeling this way because of Danny.
“Well if you and your boyfriend ever have kids, you get a discounted price on childcare here!” Laura smiles at you and waves you over to the next room.
“Oh, I don’t-” Your face flashes a bright red hue.
“Someone called this morning for you…? Said he was your boyfriend? He wanted to make sure you got to work? Dave, or something like that?” Laura raises an eyebrow in confusion.
“Danny. I wouldn’t say- we’re like,” you pause in defeat as you try to gather the words. “We’re seeing each other, I think, but nothing has been made official yet.”
“Ah, yes, Danny! That’s the one! Well, he seems sweet.”
Laura reaches for the door of the new room before you and gives a disclaimer.
“These ones can be a little crazy, but they’re all really good kids.” She pushes the door open as the sound of small laughter slips through the crack.
You step in behind Laura feeling the squish of foam puzzle flooring beneath your feet. Not even all the way through the door, a child is running towards you to give you a hug. Instinctively, you reach down and place your hand at their back. The room is swarming with 3 year olds out numbering the staff.
“Jimmy, this is Ms. Y/N, she’s one of the new teachers here!” Laura introduces the little boy wrapped around your leg.
He looks up and flashes a big smile, almost every tooth in his mouth visible for the world to see. He lets out a little giggle and runs back to the Mega Blocks he was building earlier. Laura calls circle time and the floodgate of children find their seats on puzzle pieces. Some of them immediately were drawn to a color while others pondered on their seating chart for a second. Once everyone is seated, Laura has them go around the circle and say their names, favorite color and favorite animal. When they finish up, Laura instructs you to introduce yourself to the kids.
“Hello everyone! I’m Ms. Y/N! I just moved here from a tiny town in New Jersey!” The littles shout guesses as to where New Jersey is, ranging from as close as the backyard to as far as Mars.
You go on to tell them about some of your favorite things, allowing them to share their stories and side thoughts in attempts to read them better. At the conclusion of circle time, Laura brings you over to help bring out cots as a girl reads them a book.
“So after circle time, we do naps. Usually circle time is just a reading thing to help wind them down from sensory stations, but today was an exception. They should still sleep okay, though.” Laura smiles as she hands you a couple of cots and directs you to an open area for set up. “After they’re down for naps, Lisa can take over and you can take your lunch.”
“Even thought I was late?” You’d only been at the school for 2 hours, so being told to take a lunch break threw you off.
“Just so you get in the swing of things! It’s 45 minutes unpaid, so you’ll clock out, but you’re free to go wherever as long as you’re back in time.” Laura smiles again at you, her constant state of face.
You help to lay the kids down for naps, tucking them in with their blankets that are brought from home. After clocking out for lunch, you walk to your car and call Danny.
“Hey, everything okay?” He answers immediately.
“Yeah, I get a 45 minute lunch. Are you free?”
“I can be for you.”
“No, if you’re busy it’s okay.” You don’t want him to feel like you can’t exist without him.
“Oh, would you look at that? I’m free! Where do you wanna go?”
Unsure of what’s around, you let Danny pick a restaurant that’s between the two of you. To your surprise, he’s seemingly close to your whereabouts. The drive is a mere 10 minutes, you wonder how you even missed the bright yellow cafe on the corner when you drove right past it this morning. You pull in and immediately spot his Jeep so you park next to it. You exit your car and slowly wander through the plexiglass doors, spotting him immediately. He acknowledges you notice him immediately, but he still waves his hand up for you to see.
“Hey, beautiful. I missed you.” He flashes his toothy grin as he stands up to brace you in a hug.
“I missed you, too.” You fall into his hold as he takes you into his arms and places a soft kiss to the top of your head.
“I ordered some drinks and food already, I hope that’s okay.”
“Yeah, perfect. You always know what’s good, I trust your intuition.” You mumble into his chest and tighten your grip on his torso just a little, never wanting to let go.
Your embrace is abrupted by someone who recognizes Danny from across the cafe.
“Oh my god?! Danny Wagner?!”
You release your hold on Danny to look around and you see a girl with short, blonde hair approaching your table. She’s wearing a Greta Van Fleet shirt with little black shorts and Birkenstocks.
“Danny! Can we take a picture?” She asks clutching her phone in her hand.
“Yeah! Of course we can take a picture!” He reached his arm out and pulls her under his weight as she reaches her phone out to you.
He flashes his smile and so does the girl, you snap their picture and can’t help but read the message that pops up at the top of the screen.
nancy gvf🏴‍☠️ 🌈
no way… is he with someone 🫣
You decide you’ll address it with him later, opting to smile and hand her phone back instead. You sit across from each other, your arms are crossed and his are resting on the table.
“What’s the matter? You jealous?” He smirks at you.
“Not really.” You tried to lie but he saw right through it, but he didn’t know there was more bothering you than his tight grip on another girl.
“Stop being jealous. You’re my baby, right?” He reaches across and carresses your forearm with his thumb.
“Am I though, Danny? Because apparently everyone but me knows.” You weren’t meaning to bring it up right now, but it all became very heat of the moment.
“What do you mean everyone but you?”
“I mean like even the director at the daycare thinks you’re my boyfriend. Well ‘knows’ since you told her you were.”
“Do you wa-” Danny’s cut off by the waitress coming by to place the drinks he ordered onto the table. He sends the waitress off with a ‘thank you so much’ before he addresses the elephant in the room.
“Do you want me to stop?” He asks quietly.
“Yes. It’s a lot, and we never discussed it before. I mean I would like-”
“Okay, can we not talk about this right now?” The look on his face was a mix of sadness on the brink of anger.
The two of you sit in utter silence, you keep looking up at him but his head is down. His phone is in his lap and he’s been looking at it since you guys stopped talking. You choose not to address it considering how angry you’ve already made him. “Thanks for lunch. I have to go now so I’m back on time.” You push away from the table and he follows your lead. He walks behind you on your way out and he goes to his own vehicle as you go to yours.
“Bye, Danny. I’ll see you later?”
“Probably not. I have stuff to do. I’ll see you around, maybe.” He waves two fingers good bye to you and peels out of the parking lot.
You get in your car, hot tears swelling in your lash line. If you had a dollar for every time Danny made you cry, you wonder if you could buy a new goddamn car. You reach for your phone to text him what you didn’t get to finish saying inside.
You
2:00 danny, what i was trying to say was that i want to be with you. we just need to know each other better i think
Read 2:00
Danny<3
•••
He begins typing but never responds, you watch as purple writing pops up under your text instead.
Danny<3 has notifications silenced ☾
You lock your phone and toss it onto your passenger seat, the tears officially make their way down your chin. You don’t allow yourself to cry for long to avoid a puffy face when you arrive back to work. Realization sets in as the tears pool on the collar of your shirt, the one person you wanted to comfort you most, you pushed away. You put on the playlist Danny made you to give some sort of comfort, but all you wanted was to be wrapped in his arms, for him to tell you it was all going to be okay. Maybe to even hear him say he loved you for the first time, or the simple endearment of him calling you beautiful, of which you’ve heard countlessly. You make it back to work with 5 minutes to spare, so you decide to scroll through Twitter to fill the time. Ever since Elon updated and rebranded the app to “X,” your timeline has never been the same. Fans of very niche communities were constantly on your suggested feed. You wondered if maybe they went off of location based on some of the odd, very state specific tweets you had seen while resting in different cities on your venture to Tennessee. Your theory is almost solidified as you see a tweet very specific to Tennessee.
lorelei misses josh☀️ @ loreleiswaysoon98
umm i think danny was on a date in nash today… someone pls find her i wanna know what she looks like👀
Attatched was a very pixelated, zoomed in photo of you and Danny at the cafe. He’s holding you in his arms and his face was resting ontop of you. Knowing that photo was taken when Danny planted a kiss on the top of your head is enough to bring slight tears back to your eyes. You screenshot the post with intentions on sending it to Danny when you got out of work, hoping his phone wouldn’t be on do not disturb anymore. You throw your phone on the dash and lock the doors behind you, going inside with nothing but your keys. Laura notices your cheeks are a little red and asks what’s wrong.
“Nothing, just one of those ASPCA ads on Hulu.” She didn’t know you enough to call your bluff, so you see no point in being honest with her.
Laura creates a little small talk about her love for animals, sharing her thoughts on PETA and vegans. She’s trying to be relatable but there’s so much going on in your own head, you can’t find yourself to give a shit, and you feel terrible for not caring considering how nice she is. The last 3 hours of your shift absolutely drag. You plaster a fake smile across your face to keep positive energy around the littles, but you want nothing more than to go home and cry.
“Ms. Y/N, can we play the blocks?” A timid girl asks tugging at the bottom of your shirt.
“Of course, Georgia!” You reach down and let her wrap her tiny fingers around your index as she runs over to the blocks laying on the floor.
It amazes you how fast the kids have warmed up to you, only a few hours in and it’s like you’ve always been there. After some play time and music it’s finally time to pack up and get the kids ready for pick up. Laura walks you through the pick up process.
“Pick up starts at 4:30 and ends at 5, anyone not picked up by 5 will stay back with me and I contact their parents. You’re only responsible to get your listed toddlers out. Any toddler with an infant sibling enrolled is paired with one of the teachers in the infant room. We started you off with solo toddlers so you’re not stressed with the pairs!”
There were one set of twins in the day care, but a good amount of sibling duos ranging as little as 7 months apart. Laura helps you through pick up today, all of the parents for your list are there within the allotted half hour. You walk into the office to punch out and Laura hands you an index card with this weeks schedule on it.
“You’ll be on next weeks paper schedule hanging on the bulletin board! This is just for this week. Are these times okay?”
You look down and see 9-5 for the next 2 days, leaving you off on Friday.
“Yeah! Thanks so much, I’ll make sure my alarm is actually set!” You let out a nervous laugh that only becomes genuine when Laura joins in.
You wave good bye and head out the front doors to your car. You grab your phone off the dash and see a notification from Danny. You hesitate before unlocking your phone, but truly you’re more eager than anything.
Danny<3
Unsent a message.
Danny<3 has notifications silenced ☾
“Are you fucking serious?” You mumble through clenched teeth and jam your knee into the steering wheel, throwing your back into the driver seat.
You grip the steering wheel and let your head fall back against the headrest. Hot, angry tears pour down your cheeks as you start your car and drive away. You opt to drive in silence this time, not wanting to associate any song with the feeling swelling inside of you. You stop at Taco Bell on the way home, as you don’t feel like cooking after today’s events. Once you finally pull into your driveway, you see that Danny’s Jeep is home, but his Corvette is not. You grab your travel mug and bag and make your way into your lonely home. The two vases of flowers gifted to you by Danny hauntingly rest in your space, but you choose to keep them around unsure of the next time, if ever again, you’ll receive such an innocent gesture from him. You flick the light on in the painfully empty living room and sit with your legs up on the couch. Not knowing if you’ll ever hear from Danny again, you decide to download Tinder for the thousandth time.
“I mean, there’s no harm right? I’m single, it’s okay!” You feel the need to justify your actions to nobody but yourself.
You sign into your very outdated account and update it with some newer pictures, preferences and your new location. Almost immediately, your phone is buzzing with notifications of matches as you mindlessly swipe for hours. Your Tinder deep dive is halted as you hear the familiar sound of Danny’s Corvette rolling down the street. Eager for a glimpse of what he’s up to, you stare out the peephole on your front door. You watch him pull into his driveway and make his way to the passenger side door. He opens up the door and out steps a tall, slender girl. She has long brown hair and tan skin, she’s undeniably gorgeous. She’s wearing light wash shorts and little black tank top with Converses. A weight drops to the bottom of your stomach at the possibilities. He didn’t even let you finish your thought at the cafe before running off to fuck someone else. Jealousy and rage fill every inch of your body as you try to get yourself ready for bed, unable to think about anything else. You set your alarm for 8am and lay in the darkness staring at the ceiling. The thought of him with someone else makes it impossible to sleep. You start to wonder if he’s making dinner with her, or holding her in his arms. If he’s pleasuring her the way he did you. You grit your teeth and let more tears roll down your face, cheeks raw and eyes sore from all the crying, you unknowingly fall asleep.
BEEP BEEP BEEP
The alarm on your phone is going off and you don’t feel like you’ve slept at all. You barely make your way out of bed and into the bathroom. Remembering the view from the bathroom window, you draw the blinds in hopes to get a glimpse inside Danny’s house. The blinds to the room you now know as his kitchen are wide open, he’s leaning against the counter infront of the sink, just as he was the first night you saw his silouhette. You see his head shaking back and forth and his hands waving about, seemingly out of anger or frustration. You watch long enough to see the pretty brunette girl walk up to him and give him a hug. He throws his arms around her and it almost looks like he’s crying into her shoulder. Her hand rubs up and down his back a few times before she releases her hold. Jealousy washes over you as you back away from the window, leaning over the bathroom sink with short breaths. You turn on the cold water in attenpts to avoid the inevitable, but you feel the room around you start to tunnel before you can run your hands through the water to ground yourself. Your breath begins to feel limited and your chest feels heavy, like your ribs are made of wire being wrapped around your lungs. Your legs grow numb under the weight of your suddenly heavier feeling body as you fall to the floor. You wrap your arms around your legs and burrow your face into your knees, soaking your pant legs in salty tears. You try to gather yourself but yet again all you want is for Danny to hold you and tell you it’s okay. Finally catching your breath, you slowly bring yourself to your feet, leaning over the sink to flush cold water onto your face. You turn the faucet off and grab for the hand towel that you never bothered to use to dry your face. You fell asleep in yesterday’s clothes, opting to only change the shirt before work so it was less obvious. A handful of dry Captain Crunch accompanied by a few sips of milk straight from the jug is all you consume for breakfast, the desire to not eat anything heavy. You drive to work in silence and get there a few minutes early. Fighting the urge to text Danny, you opt to play a stupid little game instead. Laura greats you at the door to show you drop off procedures since you missed yesterday. The first half of your day at work goes by faster than yesterday, and lunch time rolls around.
Tinder
You’ve got a new match! 🔥
You click on the notification, figuring you’ve got nothing left to lose.
Luke
What u lookin for? 😉
You
hook up?
Luke
My kinda woman! When are u free?
You
tomorrow night, my place?
Luke agrees to meet you at your place tomorrow at 8, you hope maybe he can get your mind off of Danny. You drive to the local Subway for lunch, your lack of a real breakfast was taking a toll on your energy for today. You find a local park nearby to sit at for lunch. The ducks on the pond bring up fond memories from childhood, when your mom used to walk you and your cousin down to the creek behind the cul-de-sac. There was a path to walk down with benches periodically placed for people to sit a little ways down, but you and Ryan always insisted on climbing down the tiny hill of rocks that led to the widest part of the creek and a lone bench. The creek stretched alongside the entire length of the whopping 4 blocks they considered a town that you grew up in. As you got older, about sophomore year or so, the bench at the bottom of the rocks became the spot in which the two of you would share a blunt rolled with shitty weed from the local dealer. You guys walked the entire trail once in highschool at the beginning of your senior year. Per ritual, you and Ryan climbed down the rocks as you always had since you were little. You had found a good dealer over the summer while Ryan was away at soccer camp, so you offered to provide the weed this time. The blunt was passed back and forth until you both were giggly, the September air cooling the heat from laughter on your cheeks. Ryan pointed over to a couple of ducks splashing in the creek. High off his ass, he insisted the two of you followed the ducks to see if they would potentially turn into humans and walk away into the thick woods on the other side of the creek. You laughed at the idea but you, equally as high, entertained it anyways. For the first, and only time ever, you guys walked the entire length of the hidden trail. It led to the public entrance of the trail, you watched the ducks turn back around and swim towards your starting point. You and Ryan giggled at the thought and decided to walk through the neighborhood to get home instead of following the ducks again, fearing their movements were just going to repeat until they tired out.
Your alarm for 2:00 begins going off letting you know to head back from break. You wrap up the other half of your sandwich and make your way back to your car. You decide to put on some Harry Styles for your very short drive back to the daycare. Sunflower Vol. 6 comes on and all you can think of is Danny, yet again.
Sunflower, my eyes want you more than a melody.
Let me inside, wish I could get to know you.
You try to think about anything, ANYONE else other than Danny, but the universe works against you with each line.
I couldn’t want you anymore, kiss in the kitchen like it’s a dance floor, I couldn’t want you anymore, toniiiight.
Hitting too close to home, you decide can’t take it anymore, asking Siri to skip the song.
“Now playing, From the Dining Table by Harry Styles on Spotify.”
You don’t even let the song skip and start before you reach over and shut the radio off, feeling absolutely defeated by the world. You pull into the parking lot and walk through the doors for the rest of your shift. Again, everyone is picked up within the 30 minute slot for drop off, and you head home in silence, choosing not to test the fate of Spotify. Once you’re pulling into your driveway, you notice Danny’s not home again. He took his car this time and you notice he’d put the doors back on the Jeep, meaning he was home for most of the day. You left your door unlocked again, in some hopes Danny would leave flowers or a sticky note behind for you. His phone was still on do not disturb and he still hasn’t tried contacting you out side of the text he deleted yesterday. It’s only been one day since the incident and you’re losing sleep over his absence, you can’t begin to think of how you’ve gone your entire life without him in it. You draw the curtains in the living room so you can see when he gets home, tv playing some crappy Hallmark movie in the background while you eat your now soggy Subway sandwich. The closer it gets to 1am the more you realize he just might not be coming home tonight, or at least at any reasonable time soon considering you need to get up at 8 for work. You leave the curtains drawn and you crawl into bed in the same outfit you’ve been in for the past 2 days now. The soreness in your eyes allows you to fall asleep instantly.
BEEP BEEP BEEP
You feel a lot more rested today, but still worn out. You attempt to eat a real breakfast this morning, choosing not to look out the window to avoid anymore emotional turmoil like yesterday. As you head out you realize his car still isn’t back and you begin to worry. You bite the bullet and reach for your phone to text him.
You
danny are you okay? im worried
The purple reminder still glows above your keyboard letting you know his notifications are silenced. You walk to your car and head to work. The silent drives are starting to become a routine, granted not one you necessarily prefer, but it seems like every song will remind you of Danny. You don’t want to ruin your day with negativity or dead-end narratives. If he wanted to talk to you, he would, and there’s evidently people who do want to talk to you. Ever since you started driving silently, you’ve noticed you get places a lot quicker, but still can’t tell if it’s pure coincidence or what. You sit in the parking lot with 5 minutes to spare so you check Tinder. Seven more matches pop up, all some variation of a tall man with shoulder length curly hair. You scroll to find an unopened message from Luke.
Luke
Hey gorgeous gal
You
heyyy
Luke
Still on for tonight?😉
You
yeah!
For the first time in a week a pet name made your skin crawl. Luke’s term of endearment was unsettling for some unbeknownst reason, whereas Danny’s always made you feel on top of the world. It feels almost wrong to be talking to someone this way and you start to wonder, is fucking someone else is even going to help you move past Danny.
Your work day is relatively uneventful. Laura bought pizza for lunch so you stayed at the daycare instead of finding somewhere to run to. You sit with Laura in her office and she takes the time to get to know you better. She feels like someone you can trust, her aura almost motherly. Apparently, the Danny situation is taking a bigger toll on you than you thought, because Laura asks you again about your “boyfriend.”
“Is everything okay? Y’know I wasn’t gonna say anything, but he did call this morning.” Laura tilts her head and pitches the statement up at the end.
“It’s really complicated. What did he say?” You rolled your eyes.
“He just wanted to make sure you got to work okay this morning. Asked what time you got off.”
You start to think why’d he call this morning and not yesterday until it dawns on you. He wasn’t home this morning, but he was yesterday, meaning he watched you leave for work to make sure you’d be on time. The feeling of him still caring while pretending you didn’t exist is a confusing one. He still hasn’t answered your texts or come by the house to talk, but yet again he called the daycare for information on your whereabouts.
At the conclusion of your work day, you drive home and again still no sign of Danny. You don’t know why you’re hoping for him to be there when you get back everyday as if it’ll actually change anything. You run inside to clean up the mess you’ve let accumulate over the last few days and decide to take an everything shower. You let the hot water beat on your body until it’s red before you start any form of self care. You wash your hair for the first time in days, rubbing a deep conditioner into the ends before clipping it up to be rinsed out later. You shave your armpits, your legs, and get into the grueling task of shaving your bikini area. Usually you’d get a brazilian, but you hadn’t taken the time to find a salon in your new hometown. The hair wasn’t long enough for a wax before you left home, and you never anticipated being sexually active so suddenly. After the painfully long task of shaving your entire body, you use an exfoliating body scrub. Part of you feels bad for not going all out for Danny like this, but you really didn’t know you’d have sex with him, otherwise you would have.
Sex with Danny is the last thing you should have imagined as you find your hand resting at your core while washing yourself. The urge to slide a finger or two in grows stronger the more you think about the way he fucks. You find no harm in gliding your fingers over your clit, after all you’re not confident Luke will make you cum anyways. A few brushes over your sensitive bud have you aching for more, you remove the shower head and adjust yourself at the bottom of the tub. You situate your legs so you’re comfortable and run two fingers through your slick. You click the water pressure into the jet setting and aim it to beat down on your clit as you slip two fingers past your entrance. You curl your fingers inside the best you can but you can’t help to think about how much better Danny is at it, wishing the water pounding down on your clit was his undeniably skilled mouth. Flashbacks from two nights ago have you nearing your release a lot sooner than anticipated. Your orgasm creeping up out of nowhere, you writhe under your own touch as you cum all over your fingers. You use the shower head to rinse your release from your fingers and throbbing core before sitting up slowly, knowing if you sit up too fast you’ll get dizzy. Once you feel okay enough, you stand up and return the shower head to it’s place and turn the water off. You finish getting ready around 7:45, you check for messages from Luke, the only one saying he was on his way. You’re wearing a black and white plaid skirt with a slightly oversized crew neck over a white tee. You would have worn your notorious black dress, but you never did laundry after your date with Danny and it reaked of sweat and spilled alcohol. You wanted something with easy access so you didn’t have to take the time to get fully undressed. You light a cherry blossom scented candle and shuffle a random person’s sex playlist from Spotify on the tv.
You hear a knock on the door, so you make your way over to check who it is. There’s a surprisingly shorter than you expected man standing on the other side, but he looks just like Luke. You hesitantly open the door and he greats you with an unsettling smile. Out of habit, your eyes shoot up to see if Danny’s home, and you notice both of his vehicles are in his driveway. You also take note that the only car in your driveway is your own. This is the second red flag of Luke’s as he told you he had an Equinox that he recently finished paying off, the first being his height listed as 6’2 on his dating profile. He pushes past you and welcomes himself into your home, 3rd red flag, but you figure he’s just a quick fuck anyways. You coherse him over to the couch and he wastes no time reaching his hands onto your body. You start to touch him back, leaning in for a kiss in attempts to get to know his body better. He starts to get rough as he makes his way ontop of you, taking the only control you had away.
“Can you be gentle?” You scoff.
“You think I care about how a whore like you feels?” He presses his weight into you and leaves sloppy kisses across your neck.
“Dude, get the fuck off of me!” You instantly regret everything leading you up to this moment.
“I thought you wanted to hook up? Did you think I was gonna take care of you? I don’t give a fuck.” He reaches one hand down to free himself as you try to wiggle away from underneath his weight.
You manage to move your knees between the two of you as you start to push him away.
“GET OFF OF ME! GET. OFF. OR I’LL FUCKING HURT YOU!” You squeeze your lips shut at your threat, afraid of what he’ll do next.
An angry look paints over his face as he pulls his arm back as if to hit you, and by the grace of god your front door flies open.
“Get the fuck off my girl or I’ll fucking kill you.” The familiar voice spoke low but you immediately recognize it to be Danny.
“And who are you, shit bag? Your little whore girlfriend clearly doesn’t give a fuck.” Luke was really about to start something you knew he couldn’t finish.
“Oh, did- did you wanna find out?” Danny has a sarcastic confused look on his face as he approaches the semi-exposed man infront of you.
Danny grips up Luke by his shirt and pins him against the wall, the sleeves of his shirt tight against his muscles.
“I’ll give you 5 fucking seconds to put that little thing away before I do something about it.” Danny’s facial expression is straight with the angriest eyes you’ve ever seen him wear.
Luke shuffles to zip up his pants, barely able to grasp the zipper from his uncontrollable shaking.
“Good boy, now I think we need to take care of your little attitude problem.” He was talking to Luke like a dog.
Danny releases his left hand from Luke’s shirt and brings his fist as far back as it’ll go before decking him square in the face.
“That’s for thinking you could touch my girl.” The scene is oddly familiar to what took place in the bathroom a mere two days ago, but much, much less sexual in nature. You were surprised Danny didn’t make him count the contact…
Danny lets his other hand fall, giving Luke a chance to defend himself as Danny winds his left arm back again. Luke tries to throw a punch but Danny blocks it, making a solid punch to his stomach.
“That is for calling me a shit bag, y’know at least I have the common decency to leave a lady alone when she asks.” Danny shoots a glare over to you, one you’re sure you’ll pay for later.
He brings his arm back one last time before making contact with Luke’s face again.
“And that one is for calling such a fine girl a whore. Have some decorum, you piece of shit.”
Luke falls to the floor and scrambles for the front door. He already had a ride waiting outside, making you wonder what the hell he was planning.
“Now you,” Danny walks over to you sitting on the couch, shaking in your spot. “Did he hurt you? Are you okay? Because I’ll ki-”
“Yes, I’m okay. Really, I am. Thanks to you, I am.” You grab hold of Danny’s hands, widening your eyes at his bruised and bloody knuckles as a tear fall down your cheek, falling into his arms.
He wraps his arms around you and holds you close to his body the way he did the first time you hugged him.
“What the hell was my beautiful girl thinking?” He shakes his head back and forth.
“I didn’t think you were coming back. You kept ignoring me, and- and that pretty tall girl and-”
“What pretty tall girl?” He gently grabs your shoulders and pushes you away to make eye contact, tears streaming down your face.
“The one you brought home the other night. And you hugged her in the kitchen.”
“Okay, one, that’s my sister, Josie. Two, were you watching me again, creeper?” He lets out a little chuckle.
“I didn’t mean to, I just needed to know you were okay.”
“I was just fine, doll. Josie was coming here for a concert, so I let her stay at my place. She actually gave me some advice, that’s why I was even outside your door right then.” He locks eyes with you.
“Advice?”
“Yeah, to fix this. To fix us. Y/N, I have never felt so sure about someone in my life. But I love you, and I want to be with you no matter what it entails. I know you said you wanted to get to know each other better, and I’m willing to do that for you, granted I’m afraid there isn’t much left of me to learn.” He pauses for a reaction, but all he gets are more tears, to which he reaches his thumb up to wipe away. “But I can’t wait any longer. Will you be my girl?”
He finally said the words you’d been waiting to hear. You feel crazy for wanting this so bad, but you’ve also never been so sure about somebody before.
“I love you, too. I-I want to be with you, but I’m scared.”
“Of what? Of me?”
“No. I saw something the day we got lunch, but you weren’t answering me so I was waiting to bring it up.” Danny raises an eyebrow at you and you tell him about the text and show him the screenshot from Twitter.
“I promise it’ll be okay. The other three have partners, too. I promise nothing will ever happen to you again.” He leans in and kisses your forehead.
“If you promise, then yes. I’ll be yours forever.” You take in his warm embrace as you run your hand up his thigh and torso until it lands on his cheek.
You pull him in for a kiss, his lips perfectly slot between yours like a key to it’s lock.
“Fuck, I missed you.” He whines into your mouth.
“It’s been two days.” You giggle.
“Yeah, two days too many without my perfect girl right where I like her.” He places his hands on your hips and pulls you onto his lap.
You straddle his hips as the kisses grow more heated and his hands snake under your skirt and rub warm circles over your ass.
“You don’t have to do this, baby. You had a rough night.”
“Danny, I need it. I already, uh… nevermind.” You stopped yourself from sharing what happened in the shower.
“Nah, now you gotta tell me…” He smiles a wide smile with a little laugh.
“I masturbated to the thought of you in the shower.” You said it so fast, it came out like one giant word.
“As in while you were in the shower, or the thought of me taking one…?”
“A little bit of both?” You bite your bottom lip.
“Well, do you wanna?”
“Wanna what?”
“Fuck in the shower?” He shrugs his shoulders like it’s nothing.
“Actually?”
“Yes, actually.”
You nod yes as you crawl off of his lap, taking hold of his hand and dragging him behind you. You guys step into the bathroom and Danny reaches over to shut the blinds.
“Y’know I can see into here clear as day, right?” He points to the window.
“You can see inside…?” Your eyes grow wide.
“Yeah, I only looked the night you were watching me. I’m not used to this light being on over here so it immediately captured my attention.” Danny pulls his shirt over his head, his permanent necklace gently hitting his chest once the shirt’s removed.
You reach your hand up to his chest and run your fingers through the thick, dark hair covering it, tracing his muscles down to his happy trail. He let’s out a hushed hiss at the feeling of your cool fingertips across his warm skin. You break contact to start the shower so it can get warm before returning back to Danny. The two of you work on undressing each other, this is the first time you’ve gotten to see Danny naked in the light. It’s also the first time he’s gotten to see all of you in the light, too. He turns you around to look at yourself in the mirror, him standing tall behind you. He places a kiss to your shoulder, neck and then cheek as he reaches his arms under your grabbing a breast in each palm. He massages each one a couple of times before replaces his palms with his pointer and index finger, grabbing your nipples between them and rolling his fingers back and forth until your nipples are hard. He guides you into the shower, holding you against his chest, his back under the beating water. You take in his features as the water cascade down his body, watching his hair flatten just the way you had imagined. You move a hand up and push his soaked strands away from the edges of his face so you can see him better.
He dips his head down and takes one of your tender nipples into his mouth, playing with the other one between his fingers again. You moan at the sensation of his sucking as he trails his tongue down the center of your torso. He places his other hand back on the unoccupied breast as his tongue makes his way down to your needy core. Danny pushes you against the wall so you don’t fall back, slowly adjusting your legs over his shoulders, careful not to let you slip. Your fingers find their way tangled into his soaked hair as he slides two of his fingers inside of you. You gasp at the feeling you craved not so long ago.
“Fuck, you feel so good. I couldn’t do it like you.” You throw your head back into the shower wall making a thud.
“Is that so?” He mumbles into your pussy, digging his fingers deeper.
He curls them into the spongey tissue of your g spot, quickly bringing you to an orgasm. You shake under his touch, squeezing his head between your thighs.
“Careful, beautiful.” He slowly maneuvers your legs back to the ground and helps you stand up with him.
Danny leans against you, pressing your back into the cold wall once again. He begins to leave marks across your neck and breasts as your hands explore his body. You work down to his cock, running your hand up and down the shaft, getting him to moan into the heated flesh on your chest.
“I’m ready.” You tell him.
He reaches under one of your legs, pinning you into the wall with his weight presses against your chest. He places the hand under your leg flat onto the wall, leaving you exposed. Danny’s other hand comes down to rest his cock at your entrance. He places his free hand loosely around your neck and leans in for a deep kiss as he slides himself inside. You whimper into his mouth as he slowly stretches you out.
“My god, you feel so fucking good on me.” He grunts with each thrust.
He releases his hand from your neck and positions his fingers against your clit, eager to make you cum again. He pulls back until his tip is barely at your entrance before pounding into you as he rubs hard slow circles on your bud. He continues this motion until he feels you tighten around him again.
“C’mon, baby, that’s it.” He feels you getting tighter and wetter as you brink a second orgasm. “Cum on my cock, darling. Show me how much you missed me.”
His words send you into a frenzy, pushing you over the edge as you cry out his name. You cry so loud you can hear it bounce off the walls and echo back over the water hitting the floor of the tub. He continues slowly thrusting for several minutes chasing his own high. Your body feels like jello from your orgasms, leaving you laying ragdoll in his arms, head resting in the space between his neck and shoulder. Each thrust into you earns Danny a sweet moan right in his ear.
“Where do you want it?” He hastily asks, hips faltering.
“Let me taste you.” You whisper into his ear.
He gently lets your leg down and you fall to your knees, head against the wall as you guide him towards your mouth.
“Fuck my mouth how you fuck my pussy.”
“You sure…?”
You nod yes and push his length past your lips. He places his hands on either side of your face as he fucks your throat. You stick your tongue out allowing him to go deeper. He looks down at you and you look up as he lets a string of spit drip past his plush lips onto his cock, getting it more wet to slide in and out easier. Danny places his forehead against the shower wall, his grip on your face gets stronger and your hands shoot up to feel the muscles in his abdomen twitch and tighten as he spills his seed down the back of your throat. Only when you start to gag does he remove himself from your mouth, pulling you back to your feet by your head. He presses his lips into yours, tasting himself on your mouth as he swirls his tongue around inside. Finally pulling away, he reaches for the shampoo bottle, pouring some into his large palm before working it into your scalp. You didn’t care about how dry your hair might be since you already washed it today, you only cared about the feeling of him taking care of you. He catches you staring at him again with big eyes, slowing his lathering at the back of your head, Danny pulls you into his chest before continuing to massage your scalp.
“Please don’t ever do something that stupid again.” You hear his deep voice echo through his chest accompanied by the slow beat of his heart.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, I get it. I should be sorry for making you feel that way.” He pauses for a second. “Like I didn’t care about you. Because I worried about you the entire time.” He spins you around to wash the suds out of your hair, running his fingers from your scalp to the ends until all of the soap is gone.
“Yeah, but I could have picked better words, or a better place, I don’t know.”
“You don’t need to know, it’s in the past. All that matters to me is that you’re okay. Y’know I’m really glad I showed up when I did, I don’t wanna think about what I would have done if you got hurt.” He kisses your forehead.
You finish washing one another, taking turns stepping out from under the warm water, using this time to soak in each other’s presence. Once you’re finished, you grab a towel for Danny from the little shelf across from the tub and you grab yours from the back of the door. You head to your room in attempts to find something of yours he might fit. You pull out an oversized crew neck from the college you never actually attended, and a pair of sweatpants you never wore. He slips on the clothes you gave him and you dress yourself in just underwear and a big shirt. You lay down in your bed and Danny stands at the door way as if he’s going to leave.
“Wait, come sleep with me?” You reach your arms out to him.
He strides over to your bed and falls into your arms, making you giggle as his damp curls tickle your neck. He lays his head on your chest, torso snug in your side as he wraps his arms around you as much as he can. You rest one hand on his back and the other on his head, rubbing his scalp.
“Mmm” A small whimper leaves his lips as he starts to drift off.
“I love you, Danny. So much more than you know, I love you.” You whisper quietly, but he’s already snoring.
You lay awake under the heat of his sleeping body, tracing shapes and letters across his back with your finger tips until you finally fall asleep, the beat of his heart acting as your favorite lullaby.
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