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[brittlecakes92]

Prompt 35.) This is going to hurt  Dan Smith

First and foremost all credit again to the amazing @serious-moonlight​ I still can’t get over this picture and probably never will!  This is my first try at something different, a little more darker should I say.. So it may be a little poorly done. I didn’t want it to be too much or too little at the same time, so hopefully this is a little practice and the next time I try to write something along the line, I know my toes are wet in it so to say.  With all that being said, I hope you enjoy! You paced the porch, worry etched onto your face. Dan should have been back by now, he told you all he had to do was talk to Curtis and he would be back, that was four hours ago and you couldn't get the sinking feeling to leave. You tried to keep him home, your intuition telling you something wasn't right.  The sound of the gravel shifting in the driveway made you stop in your tracks turning your head towards the noise expecting to see the familiar black car. Squinting your eyes you hugged your arms closer to your body as confusion crossed your features. It wasn't Dan's car that now sat in the driveway. Stepping down the first two wooden steps, you stopped when the driver and passenger doors open. Curtis and Pedro stepped out from the now open doors, you furrowed your brows, dread filling your mind. Where was Dan? He was with Curtis, why was he here with Pedro and not Dan. “Curtis? Where's Dan?" Confusion clear on your face as you call out to him moving to take another step down the stairs, you could see a smile on his face as he closed the driver door . The smile alone made you stop dead in your tracks, you felt like prey about to be consumed by the predator. You could see the silhouette of something in his hand the light from the moon gleaming off of the pistol. Pedro joining him, his handgun already clutched in his right fist. Taking a shaky breath you could feel your body begin to go numb, your feet moved backwards carefully climbing up the steps you just descended as the twos steps could be heard against the gravel as they made their way towards you. You didn't know what was going on, but every fiber in your body was on high alert, telling you you needed to get away. Taking a deep breath you quickly ran into the house, locking the door before taking off towards your room. Hitting the steps your feet stomped into the carpet as you rushed up them. A loud crack made you let out a startled scream and slip, stumbling. You heard another loud crack on the door and watched as the wood frame bowed as the kitchen door began to splinter. Fear began to grip your body, but you couldn't let it, you had to get to your room, you had to get to the gun Dan had hidden. Willing your feet to move, you pulled yourself up on the rail with wobbly, numb arms before finally making it to your room. Slamming the door shut, you braced yourself against it, your couldn’t think straight and worked on steadying your breathing, sliding your right hand down to the knob to push the lock. You began to feel light headed, your adrenalin taking hold and pushing you forward. Why was this happening?  You moved to Dan’s side of the bed before dropping down onto your knees on the floor. Throwing up the comforter you pulled the case out from under the bed. Opening it up and grabbing the handgun you grabbed the clip, steadying your breathing you pushed the clip into the gun. Panic quickly taking hold when you heard their heavy foot steps make their way up the stairs. Tears in your eyes, you let out a sob when you dropped the gun on the floor as you began to squeeze your way underneath the bed, covering your mouth with your hands and clamping tight to not let a sound be heard when the deafening sound of your door being kicked in filled your ears.  Taking a breath you reached for the gun trying to grab it before hearing the   door slam into the wall. Curtis and Pedro stepping into the room. "Let's hurry and find her so we can get this over with." Curtis instructed, looking around the room. His eyes scanning every square inch of the area, glancing down with a raised silver brow he took note of the now empty gun case. You watched their feet moving from under the bed, your hand never leaving your mouth to keep yourself quiet. You carefully begin to move your free hand out from under the bed to grab the gun that was dropped. When your fingers touched the cold metal you carefully pulled it underneath the bed keeping it close to your body. You watched their feet to see where they stood before starting to inch back towards your side of the bed to make a dash for the door. Curtis watched as Pedro looked in the bathroom, the closet following next. He turned his attention back to the bed, a wicked smirk covering his lips as he snapped his fingers. Pedro stuck his head out the door to look at Curtis. He nodded his head towards the bed, Pedro's own nasty grin  covered his lips as he quietly made his way towards the back wall where Curtis pointed out. He had wanted to do this for a while. A shame Dan couldn't be here to watch it happen. "I guess she isn't in here." Curtis spoke, he began to make his way towards the door to leave the room. When you couldn't see his feet anymore beside the bed you took another deep breath before sliding further back to get out from under the bed. When a hand seized your ankle you let out a startled squeal when you were quickly jerked out from underneath. when the light hit your eyes, you twisted your body, pointing the gun you held in your hands at who had pulled you out, steadying yourself to pull the trigger. A sharp pain struck the side of your hand before the gun went sliding across the carpet. Pulling your hand to your chest to cradle it close you glared at Pedro, reaching out your left hand towards the gun. Pedro let out a scoff, bringing his free foot across your body before stepping on your index and middle finger with the heel of his shoe. The sharp pain causing your breath to hitch in your throat. "We don't need you trying to grab that." You opened your mouth to retort when he stepped back, putting his full weight on his heel, the pain was deafining, your heart began to beat wildly in your chest as your attempts to get your hand free was useless. Your voice fighting to be heard from how tightly your throat seized up. A breath of relief left you when he finally removed himself from your hands, moving to the left side of you, Pedro knelt down next to you before tsking at you, pushing back a strand of hair that fell loosely in front of your face. "What's the matter? Cat go your - He stood up, bringing his foot back before making contact with the side of your face,- tongue." Your head jerked to the left, your cheek stung, the pain making you want to throw up. Pedro laughed before circling you moving to kick you in the stomach. You could feel the nausea build up as you curled into yourself, bringing your hands forward to protect yourself. Curtis watched with a raised brow as Pedro kicked you harder, polishing his pistol and giving it a once over before he moved over to where the two of you are. Pedro put his foot down once he saw Curtis, taking a step back to give him room. You worked on catching your breath, blood had started to drip out of your mouth. The pain so intense it hurt to breath, it was all your brain could proccess. Your stomach ached like it's never had in your entire life, quick gasps leaving you before you could take deep breaths. Your ear stung and you couldn't get the ringing to leave it. Taking another breath you placed your left arm down onto the floor before trying to push yourself up on shaky limbs. You looked up as Curtis shadow blocked out any remaining light as he moved closer to where you were lying on the floor. Curtis loomed above you, placing his foot on your shoulder, putting his full weight down, causing you to lay flat back onto the floor. You let out a pained cry as he dug his shoe into your shoulder, your hands going up to wrap around his calf, trying feebly to remove his foot from you.  "Why are you doing this?" You spat at him, letting out a scream when he applied more pressure to your shoulder. "Danny boy needs to suffer fully for his betrayal." He answered simply. You lowered your eyes at him, not fully registering his words.  "Dan wouldn't do anything to betray you." You spoke in his defense. Curtis only laughed at your response before putting more pressure onto you. You screamed out again, your voice turning into a silent scream as a sharp pain shot through your collar bone, it felt like the bone itself had splintered. You looked past Curtis at a picture of you and Dan on your dresser, Curtis took note and raised a brow, glancing out of the corner of his eyes to see what you were looking at. "Don't worry -He reached his hand down to caress your cheek- You'll be with Dan in a few seconds." Your eyes widened with realization. Cold fear taking over and numbing your senses. Tears streamed out the corner of your eyes. "Curtis.. what did you do?" Your voice was above a whisper. His reply came when you felt cold metal touch your forehead, you knew this was it. Tears slid down your cheeks. Curtis cooed at you before removing his hand from your cheek.  "Don't you worry, this is going to hurt." As soon as the words left his mouth you heard him pull back the hammer, you look at Dan's picture once more when you heard the loud pop, then nothing. Curtis stood up, cleaning the droplets of blood off the barrel of his pistol. Pedro didn’t take his eyes off your dead body while he moved  to stand next to Curtis. Blood trickled in a steady stream down your forehead from the entry wound to pool bellow your face. Your opened eyes staring lifelessly ahead.’ Two less problems in his way.’ He thought as he started to make his way back to the bedroom door. Curtis following behind him.  -----------

The sun was long gone from the sky when Dan and Harman reached his house, his leg bounced with impatience in the back of the car. When your shared home came into view, he couldn't wait for the car to come to a complete stop. Pulling the handle Dan quickly jumped out of the car, stumbling when his foot hit the ground. Steadying himself quickly before running to the porch. Stopping when he noticed the back door, anger and fear for you built up when he saw it kicked in. Harman called out to him but his words fell on deaf ears. Entering the house Dan took note of how quiet everything was. He began shouting for you, quickly making his way towards the stairs he took the steps two at a time to reach the top faster. The bedroom door hung loosely from its hinges as he pushed it opened listening as the knob hit the wall behind it with a bang.  Dan noticed the gun case and made his way to the bed, when he knelt down to grab it his blood ran cold when he saw your leg on the other side. Pure rage began to fill every orifice of his body as he made his way over to see you laying on the ground in a pool of your own blood.  Your eyes lifelessly staring in the direction of both of your picture. His feet carried him closer to you, running his hand down his face he let out a sob before falling down on his knees next to you. Sliding his arm under your back carefully, Dan picks your upper body up to cradle it. The blood stained your hair, leaving it a dark matted mess against the side of your head. Your arms hung limply beside your body. Dan's breaths came out staggered, for Curtis to murder him wrongfully was one thing, but to kill you. His hands began to shake as he carefully laid you back down, grabbing the lamp that rested on the side table he threw it quickly, smashing it into the wall, he let out a scream. Harman stood at the door, watching as the Hellion tore the room to shreds, lamps smashed, the dresser soon hitting the floor with a heavy thud. Dan picked up the picture of you two that rested on top of the furniture that was now on the ground, the glass cracked in the center of the picture. You were looking up at him, a huge smile on your face as you caressed his. His own small smile on his as he looked at you. You were his peace, his balance. With shaking hands he threw the picture to the ground before turning around to see Harman in the door way. Dan quickly stalked towards him, his eyes a tint of red, "Fix this." He demanded. He brought him back, he knew he could bring you back and no wasn't going to be an answer for him. Harman glared at him before shaking his head.  "I'm sorry Dan, that I can't do." Dan let out feral huff before turning around to look at you, wiping his hand down his mouth he reached for his revolver in his blazer before placing it under Harman's chin.  "You don't have a choice. Bring her back. NOW." Dan all but snarls at Harman. The older man took a breath before closing his eyes and letting his sigh escape through his nose. He could see through Dan, and Harman saw this as a bargaining chip, to reign in the hellion a little bit. Stepping aside from Dan, he walked over to where your body laid. "Poor soul. Let me fix this." Kneeling down next to you, Harmen placed his hand onto your head, warmth gathered in his hands before a blinding white light filled the room. Dan never let his eyes stray from either one of you, squinting when the light was too much. Then just as quick as it came, it was dark again, save for the light leaking in from the hallway. Harman stood up and stepped back. He turned to make his way to the door to leave the house, stopping besides Dan he stared forward as he spoke.  "You realize what you have now brought y/n into. They will need to make themselves usefully for the syndicate. You will ensure that." After he was done speaking he made his way out of the house. Dan watched him leave out of the corner of his eye before he turned his attention back to you. Your eyes now closed and your breathing coming in steady rhythms. Dan squatted down before touching your face, what was once swollen, bloodied, cold, and bruised, was now healed, warm and colored with life.  Reaching forward, he wrapped one arm underneath your legs, the other rested behind your shoulders before he picked you up with ease. He looked at the room one last time before carrying you out and making his way out of the house and into the car that waited in the drive way. He could hear the words 'Burn it, leave nothing behind' come from Harman's mouth as he quickly got into the back seat. He laid your head in his lap as he brushed your hair carefully from you face, he couldn't take his eyes off of you, afraid if he looked away that how he found you would be how you truly were. Harman was on the phone with Mills, ensure that everything is erased. Giving the house one last glance he got into the passengers seat of the car before it started to back out of the drive way, glancing into the rear view mirror he caught how for a second the hellion looked at peace with you there. 

[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

Where are they?! (Dan Smith X Child!Reader)

Characters: Dan Smith X Child!Reader

Universe: IRL

Warnings: Missing child!

ANGST HUMOUR

Request: Could you do a Dan Smith where you are his kid (any age) and he loses you at a concert? Maybe? If not totally okay :)

Dan knew it wasn’t exactly the best environment for a child to be on a tour bus, especially since you were so small. You were nearing 4 years old already, and Dan always felt that he never got to spend enough time with you because of touring and his work, so any extra time with you was worth it, so it wasn’t exactly complaining about having you on tour. His band didn’t mind either. They’d been your uncles since your birth and you knew them as so. You liked to play with them as well. Uncle Kyle had a beard that gave you tickle kisses that never failed to make you giggle and Uncle Woody has good hair to style and try to braid to turn into a pretty princess, and Uncle Will would hold him down so you can do it.

They were getting ready to go on stage for the night. Like every show, they made sure you had protective hearing on, despite the fact that the headphones were too big. You were at the age where your attention span was very short and Dan had to repeatedly call you back to face him when he was talking to you, and those headphones weren’t helping. He didn’t like not having you in sight, but he also didn’t like having you on stage. The fans can get rowdy and he didn’t want someone to throw something and hit you, or have you get to close to the edge of the stage and fall, or have a fan reach out and grab you. He knew they loved you to bits, but he still worried. This left his only choice being to keep you at the side of stage and have security keep an eye on you.

“Right, so daddy needs to go make people happy. You’ll behave, won’t you?” Dan asked you. “Be good, and maybe I’ll help you mess with Woody.” He promised, and that got you giddy and giggling.

“Don’t worry about Y/N, they’re an angel, right Y/N?” Will asked and you nodded at him. Dan gave you a last kiss on the head before following Dan onto stage.

Dan would repeatedly peek at you. You stood right on the edge of the side of stage, either dancing around, watching or sat on the floor. He’d wave at you or smile and you’d do the same back. The security guard just looked forward, barely looking at you, if at all.

“Thank you, and good night!” The show was finally wrapped up, and the band ran off stage. Dan gave the usual hug and celebrated how well it went, and it took a while for him to notice. Eventually he realised something was wrong. Even though it had only been a few seconds since coming back stage, he realised he hadn’t heard you call him or you tug on his pant leg to be picked up. He quickly glanced at his band mates, expecting to find one of them fussing you- maybe tugging on Woody’s hair or getting kisses from Kyle, but found nothing. He didn’t see you.

“Dan? What’s wrong?” Will asked, noticing him looking around like he’s lost something.

“Y/N. I can’t find them.” Dan explained. When you were mentioned, it wasn’t long till the entire band were looking around. You weren’t there. Dan put his attention on the security guard who he put in charge of you. “Where’s Y/N?” He asked. The guard seemed to snap out of his daydream and look startled. “Where’s Y/N?” Dan’s voiced raised a little. The security guard looked around, and it became obvious he didn’t know either. And that pissed Daniel right off. “I put you in charge of them- they were right here and all you had to do was make sure they stayed here- and now they’re gone! What if someone’s took Y/N!?” Dan snapped, and had to be pulled back by the band.

“Yelling’s not going to get us anywhere. We can look around- they can’t have gone far. I’ll check the bus.” Woody announced and soon the band split up to find you. Security stopped everyone from leaving without a search of anyone with a large bag- large enough to fit a 4 year old child.

Dan went from angry to a nervous wreck too quickly. The stadium was far from small- you could be anywhere. He just ran around, calling your name, hoping to get a response. His parental instincts had longed kicked in and he was mortified that something had happened to you.

Eventually he heard something. He thought it was you, until he recognised it as Kyle calling him. “Dan, look who we found!” Kyle called. Dan turned to see him, and a sudden rush of relief washed over him, when he saw Kyle carrying you over. He straight out ran to you and took you out of Kyle’s arm and just cuddled you.

“Y/N, Jesus Christ, you had me worried! Where did you run off to?” He asked you.

“I needed a poopy.”

Hope you like it! If you have any questions, please send them in!

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[castawxayaway]

a different route

this certainly went off on one, somewhere I didn’t expect but it has been one of those days but hey, you ask and I write cause I love it :) 

thank you to the anon who requested dans girlfriend to be a famous journalist, I hope you enjoy. 

oh and remember that I am not writing anymore after this sunday until July, as studies come first. so if you’ve got an ask then unless you want to wait til july ask away! 

Collapsing into my chair I stare at the screen before opening a blank document. Picking up the hefty amount of papers I sort through them, finding the rough copy to base this article on. 

"Oh I've got those pictures," My office neighbour pipes up, a tired smile on her face. "check your emails."  Thanking her I opened them up, feeling my heart flutter as I admire him in yet another venue moving further and further away from me. 

It's weird to think how just over three years ago we were strangers, I was jotting notes in secret behind the small venue they were performing at. Every single one of them was a sweetheart, but he went the extra mile. He offered me his friend’s number who worked in publishing, and here I am today. One of the most rewound journalists within our company alone.

My boss told me I had a set piece to write, that it had the potential to be something great, or an utter disaster. He sent me on tour with my boyfriend. The idea was to get inside the touring lifestyle, the real truth rather than the fantasies that fans or the press create. Having never been on a bus for more than an hour at most, it was certainly a month I won’t forget. 

I jotted down too many notes to count on bits of paper, old programmes or unused posters. Now I sit here reminiscing it all, and trying my hardest to not check up on him via Will who is my reliant source whilst Dan is asleep on the bus. As I flick through the photos on my email I can’t help but feel my heart sink, the light in his eyes as he performs to the crowds and how I’d observe from backstage. How after the show he’d run down, still full of adrenaline and pick me up, spin me around and just laugh. 

We’d all go for drinks, enjoy ourselves as we discovered new places in new cities and countries we’d never considered exploring. I bonded with the guys on a new level and took behind the scene photos of how the tour happens and the experience as someone who is not a groupie but technically a groupie. 

Yet now I just stare at the blank document, unsure how to fathom a beginning. How can someone condense all of those memories and new found experiences into five thousand words or less? If you told me three years ago this is what I’d be doing I would’ve told you that I had a famous boyfriend or that pigs fly, funny how times change. 

Glancing around everyone keeps their heads down to themselves, typing away or wandering around with resources and materials for the website or magazines. Sighing I lent back and forth, focusing on the squeaking of the chair as I went. Usually inspiration struck at any point, and it was known. On tour I was just having a chat to Woody by a lake when I paused and didn’t even blink, he thought I was having a stroke but that was the first insight I had to my article and something to write about. 

I force my chair back, hearing the wheels scrape across the ground. Picking my laptop up along with my phone I wander by my bosses office, knocking and patiently waiting. “Hey Gary.” I call out as I peep my head through the door. A large smile plastered across his face as he motions for me to come inside. 

“If it isn’t my famous little journalist.” He exclaims as I sit down in front of him, his eyes struggling to focus between me and his laptop. “So what can I help you with?” Resting his head in his hands he stares at me, that admiration in his eyes. Who’d of thought the nervous girl who was too afraid to leave her desk to go to the bathroom would be on a friendly basis with the man behind the business. 

“I need to leave.” Not messing about I get straight to the point, usually at this point he’d lean back in his chair, not losing focus on my expression. “As in to get inspiration, you know how it is.” I shrug as he remains quiet, lifting his right eyebrow slightly he seems unconvinced. “What? It’s not like I’m off to go see Dan, we both know he is in America.” I can’t help but sigh when I think of it, how far away he is now. 

“Do you know what you need to do?” I stayed quiet, still unsure whether he was intending it to be rhetorical or not. Rolling his chair in he began to type into his computer, “You need to work from home. Get inspiration from what is around you, where you’re surrounded by memories and not bland confined spaces.” He holds his hands out to his sides, waiting for a response. 

“Sounds good to me.” Smiling we both stand up, he shakes my hand before dismissing me. 

“Oh and one more thing,” He chimes as I hold onto the door handle, turning slowly to face him. “you are the writer, not the one to be written about.” Turning the monitor he displays multiple pictures of me with the band, pictures I didn’t know existed. “You’re on the rise girl, be careful.” 

Closing the door behind me I pause, taking a deep breath before collecting my things. As I reach the lift I can hear laughter echo in the empty space, the time Dan insisted on visiting me at work, seeing how it all happens. He couldn’t stop trying to make me laugh as I wanted to focus, Gary made me conduct an interview meaning Dan got what he wanted in the end, to hear me laugh. 

Even now as I turn my head to see my reflection I can picture his sweet smile, the daft grin he’d sometimes wear when we were in the discomfort of the bunks on the bus- never able to sleep in one without risking the other's life throughout the night. Pulling my phone out of my pocket I immediately see a flash of messages, different social media handles displayed with all forms of jargon drawing me in. 

Shrugging it off I could feel a weight resting against my chest, the type that makes it difficult to breathe with ease. The doors open distracting me as I walk out and catch a cab back home, unable to ignore the weight on my chest as the driver exchanged few words with me. As he pulled up outside and I paid him I walked up the steps, finding each harder than the last as my phone began to burn in my pocket, leaving a scorch on my thigh. 

Once I stood in my doorway I threw my bags onto the sofa, kicked my shoes off and pulled my phone out. As I scrolled through I saw an assortment of worrying words, my heart beat rising and my jaw tightening. ‘crash, accident, death, dead, pain, love, lost, her, writer, musician, friends’ 

Words that blur together like my vision as I blink rapidly, unable to stop the drastic shaking of my hands as I dialed the number, the one I can rely on when Dan sleeps. Each ring feels too long, too drawn out for it to be okay, for everyone to be perfectly alright. It doesn’t matter what time in the night, unless they’re performing, maybe that’s it. They’re just performing. 

I continue to rationalise the thoughts as the ringing continues, eventually cutting itself off. “Will?” My voice trembles weakly, I hear a groan and too much noise behind him. “Will what’s happening? Is everyone alright? What is going on?” Too many questions fire out of my mouth before my brain can comprehend them. 

A long drawn out sigh follows on his end, he mutters my name with too much sorrow. With every blink a different memory flashes by, a screenshot in my mind of us on tour, seeing new sights and saying how we’d go back someday, someday. “Some idiot. Crashed into the bus.” He groans, barely a broken whisper down the eerily silent line. I hold my breath, not wanting to risk mishearing him. “Dan was asleep. We got off to just stretch out.” 

My body begins to shut down, the fear rising in my throat burning my insides. “Are you okay?” I blink rapidly, unsure how else to react. I can’t bring myself to ask the question, the one I am too afraid to face. 

Another mutter of my name, this time more sincere but still too much emotion. “We are fine, few cuts and bruises but Dan is-”

“And the bus can it be fixed or replaced? Oh all of your instruments must be wrecked.” Distracting my own thoughts and despite him being thousands of miles away I can sense him knowing, the look he is wearing with scrunched brows, hiding his gaze. 

“Please just, I need to tell you.” All emotion was gone from his voice. 

Staring straight ahead at the framed picture of the two of us a matter of months ago I stopped blinking, everything gone. “You don’t need to say what is already known.” I mutter before pulling the phone away from my ear, hanging up. 

Walking over to my laptop I open it up, forcefully wiping away tears as I continue to smile as I watch the videos, admire the photos of the past month. How can someone fathom five thousand words to describe the pain they feel knowing they can never see the only person they truly love again? They can’t, as not even a single word can justify that sort of pain. 

[band-blogging]

Suicide Squad (prologue)

Title: Suicide Squad (prologue)

Summary: You are the first and only subject in an experiment Amanda Waller has been carrying out for ten years. She believes that she can use you as a weapon, but she needs to be able to control you before you can start helping her.

Characters: Dan Smith x Reader (Dan isn’t in the prologue), Amanda Waller

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of violence, mentions of mental instability

A/N: This is a new series I’m starting. Just a warning, it starts out a bit slow but it’ll get better. I just need to introduce the reader and explain the backstory. I’m not sure how fast I’ll be able to get the parts out but I’ll do my best.

(prologue) (part 1) (part 2)

You remember the first successful experiment. You remember being strapped down, watching everyone cheer when positive results came in, telling you that they - “we” - had succeeded. You thought you would feel something change, but nothing was different except for the constant aching that seemed to be rippling through your entire body.

As everyone shouted things at each other - Congratulations! We did it! We finally did it! - you just laid there. There wasn’t much else you could’ve done in your restraints. 

What had they done to you?

You knew they had enhanced you, but you were never told to what extent. You had been there for at least three years and everything they had done to you had failed. Every serum they injected you with did nothing but make you ill beyond belief until they found an antidote. Then they tried again, eliciting the same results.

You were certain you would be dead by now. You had lived out your days at the lab wondering if the day you were living would be your last. You’re not sure if that’s what you would prefer, but if this went on for much longer you might have begun wishing for something to go wrong. Something that would put you out of your damn misery. 

The second time they performed a successful experiment was a few years later. You had gotten the hang of your abilities from the first test, accepting that they were a part of you now. There wasn't really anything you could do to change that. 

More excited voices around you, telling you how well you had done over the years. Telling you that you had finally done it, despite you never doing anything except listen to all of the voices telling you to hold still while they stuck needle after needle into you trying to perfect you.

You’re not sure why they kept expanding your abilities, you always wondered what other powers they could give you, but they always surprised you. Another ability for them to use, another weapon in their arsenal. But it all fell apart, inevitably. They couldn’t keep injecting you with untested serums without any resistance, they couldn't have been that naive.

The “incident,” as most of them call it, happened a mere month before the final successful experiment. 

Your participation is necessary. It has to do with a theory known as the greater good.

That was the last straw. The last thing you needed in order to justify hurting people. 

You exploded, not really meaning to but not seeing a reason why you should have to be their obedient little soldier. You were capable of a lot and they had gone so many years assuming you would listen to them, as that’s what you had done for years. 

You didn't kill anyone, but you injured a few of the scientists. You didn’t touch Amanda, they took her out of the room before you could turn to look at her, much less lay a hand on her.

After the “incident,” you were deemed unstable, too unstable to continue in the state you were in. But you were valuable. 

You can imagine the conversation they had. The argument between Amanda and whoever opposed her. Amanda inevitably won, whether it was easy or not, but you’re guessing that she threatened at least one person during that conversation.

You remember what they told you right before they did it, although you were barely listening as you struggled against your restraints, something you had only done once before.

Close your eyes, Y/N. Close your eyes and count to ten, it’ll be over before you get to five. 

One...

Two...

Three...

Four-

“You’re playing with fire, Amanda. I don’t like what you’re trying to do here.”

“What I’m trying to do is create a weapon that can walk, talk, and fight like nothing you have. She’s more of a soldier than anyone in your army.” 

“I doubt that.” 

Amanda smirks, the evil grin on her face enough to make the three men in front of her shift uncomfortably. They all know what she’s capable of. 

Sitting in front of Amanda are three of her superiors, people that have the power to shut down whatever experiment she’s working on. However, these people also know that any experiment Amanda brings before them will be for the good of a larger people, not just a select few, even if it costs some their lives. The greater good, something that is always referenced at these meetings. 

“I’ll give you a demonstration. Not now, when she's ready.”

“What exactly does that mean?” 

Your file was specific about the incident. Specific enough to concern people. After your outburst, you were deemed mentally unstable, unfit for combat, so you were put into a medically induced coma. They wouldn’t kill you, you were too valuable. Too many years had gone into creating you, they wouldn’t throw it all away because of an incident as small as it was. Amanda wouldn’t allow it, even if you had killed people.

“She’s in a coma. I can assure you, she’ll be ready.” 

“It says in her file that she attacked multiple doctors.” 

Amanda nods, looking at her own file to find the report that’s being referenced. 

“She lost control, which is why we had to put her in a coma,” she informs them, “but she’ll be stable in a few more weeks.”

“How can you be sure she won’t lose control again?” 

Amanda had thought about this more then she’d like to admit. She had gone through all of her options, thinking over which would be most harmful to you, ruling those out immediately. 

“We’ve been...altering her memory. Anything she remembers about her own life, before and after she came to us, will be gone. She’ll be a clean slate...she won’t even remember that she has anything against us in the first place.” 

“What would she have against you?” 

Everything.

“Desperate times call for desperate measures,” Amanda tells them, choosing her words carefully. “We knew that anyone with any sense wouldn’t allow us to do these types of experiments on them...we didn’t exactly give her an option. But we need someone like her. Someone with her abilities. She’ll be able to single-handedly take out an army. Trust me, this is for the best. Especially in the times we’re living in.”

It’s cruel, and everyone sitting at the table knows that. They also know that, of all the projects Amanda had brought to them so far, none of them had failed. They had all been extremely successful, what reason did they have to turn this opportunity down? 

“Gentlemen, this girl could be the next Superman. With the advances people are making, we need one of our own. She is a step in a direction we’ve been trying to go in for decades.” 

The men nod, seeing the logic in Amanda’s argument. But also seeing the complications.

“What’s the extent of her powers?” 

“She can do things that none of you could ever imagine,” Amanda’s eyes light up as she explains her most successful experiment. “She’s telekinetic. That was the first enhancement. Then we gave her the ability to control elements. Nothing major, just controlling water and fire, holding it, using it against people.” 

Amanda smirks at the three men gaping at her as she explains what they were able to do to you. 

“We’re working on a serum that will give her the ability to create things. For example, she could conjure enough energy to turn it into a solid, something that could be used as a knife or a shield.” 

“So you’ve created a glorified magician?” 

Amanda smirks again and shakes her head, closing her file and setting her intertwined hands on top of it.

“She’s much more than that. As of now, she’s our most powerful weapon.” 

x

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Can you do a beauty and the beast au w Dan Smith?

5 Weeks of AUs || Week 4: Fairy Tail AU || 5 Weeks of AUs Masterlist

“Once upon a time in a faraway land, a young prince lived in a shining castle. Although he had everything his heart desired, the prince was spoiled, selfish, and unkind. But then, one winter’s night, an old beggar woman came to the castle and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold. Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the prince sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away, but she warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within. And when he dismissed her again, the old woman’s ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress. The prince tried to apologize, but it was too late, for she had seen that there was no love in his heart. And as punishment, she transformed him into a hideous beast and placed a powerful spell on the castle and all who lived there.

“Ashamed of his monstrous form, the beast concealed himself inside his castle, with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world. The rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose which would bloom until his 21st year. If he could learn to love another and earn her love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time. As the years passed, he fell into despair and lost all hope for who could ever learn to love a beast?”

-Beauty and the Beast introductory monologue (1991)

He’s a monster. There’s no other way to describe it. He has the appearance of one and, as he has come to realize after years of remaining in this form, he has always been a monster.

He wouldn’t dare leave the safety of the castle, he isn’t naive enough to forget that his appearance wouldn’t be widely accepted among the villagers.

The others in the castle have tried to reassure him that someone - the one that will break the spell - will come along and he will instantly know that she is the one.

He’s lost faith, but the others are still hopeful that they can be turned back into their human form.

They all know it’s a stretch. No one comes out into this part of the woods, much less a girl. It’s usually hunters or men on a trip to London.

Decades have passed and he’s recently realized that he only has months until this is permanent. Only months until his temporary punishment isn’t exactly temporary anymore.

But he’s already accepted his fate.

“It’s only dinner, darling, you must be hungry.”

“I am not having dinner with him. I’d…I’d rather starve!”

Mrs. Potts sighs, staring at you with what you assume would be a slouched, defeated posture if she were human.

“He really is kinder then he seems-”

“He took my father away from me,” you spit, not being able to hold back despite being aware that she didn’t have anything to do with your imprisonment. “He took him away and I don’t know if I’ll ever see him again. That doesn’t sound kind to me.”

Another sigh comes through the spout of the talking teapot and you turn away from her, wiping the tears brimming in the corners of your eyes, making sure they don’t fall.

“I’m truly sorry, my dear. Truly.”

She sounds genuine, but you have still feel bitter despite her kind words. Words can’t change anything.

Before you can respond, which you were going to, the door creaks open, Lumiere sauntering in, unfazed by the screaming match that had recently occurred in the room.

“Ah, here you are, my dear,” he announces, “we’ve got a wonderful evening planned for you, truly wonderful evening.”

“Lumiere, this is a horrible idea-”

“Hush hush, Cogsworth, this beautiful young woman is our guest, we need to treat her as such,” he responds to the clock, who had waddled in behind Lumiere. “Come, come, my dear, we have a meal prepared and music ready.”

“This is a horrible idea, Lumiere.”

“Be quiet, Cogsworth.”

Tale as old as time

You hadn’t meant for any of it to happen. You hadn’t meant to fall in love with the music and the castle and everyone within it’s walls.

You certainly hadn’t meant to fall in love with a beast. Or, maybe not. Not a beast, but a man trapped in his own demons.

True as it can be

You don’t know when it started, not exactly, but it never should have happened. You should be trying to escape, trying to get back to your father and make sure he’s okay.

But you stayed with him, falling into his kind, brown eyes, not bothering to try and climb out.

Barely even friendsThen somebody bends

Because despite his outward appearance and despite everything your instincts are telling you, you can’t help but see past the fur and the tusks and the horns and only see his eyes.

You got lost in them when you first realized that you could see past the beast and you’re getting lost in them now, the same way he’s getting lost in yours.

Unexpectedly

His arm is around your waist, much bigger then it would be if he were human, but you don’t notice as your feet move in sync with his.

Neither of you say anything, but you smile when he lifts you up, spinning you before setting you back on the ground, although you still feel as though you’re flying.

Just a little change

You start to move faster, your feet automatically stepping quicker then before, and you do your best not to step on his paws.

You glance at your hand, your fingers intertwined with his, and squeeze his paw slightly, eliciting the same reaction from him. You smile and look back into his eyes.

Small to say the least

Your dress flows around your ankles as you twirl on your own, his arm catching you once your facing him again, continuing the dance a bit slower.

Both a little scaredNeither one prepared

He had told you his name, or what his name was before he was cursed. You liked it…loved it, actually. Even though you had never seen his face, you think it suits him. It suits his eyes.

Beauty and the Beast

“Dan!”

You had never called him by his real name, but it slipped out when you heard a loud roar escape him, his pain becoming unbearable.

You had, unfortunately, seen the first shot coming. His eyes were on you and you hadn’t shouted for him to watch out until it was too late. Gaston had pulled the trigger at the same time you screamed your warning. The first shot was inevitable.

The second shot was a surprise to you both. Dan was in front of you, thinking that he had done it, that everything was okay, but you heard the shot and Dan lurched forward, almost right into you, but ended up falling right next to you with an audible thump.

“No,” you mutter, shock making you freeze and stare at his unmoving body. “no, please, no.”

Your body finally reacts after a few seconds of staring at him, your legs giving out from under you. You fall next to him, crawling to his side as tears fall down your cheeks.

“Wake up, please,” you murmur. “C’mon, Dan, I’m here. I’m here, just, please, wake up.”

You barely notice the woman walk through the doors, watching you kneel over the beast’s chest, tears landing on his fur.

“Please…I love you…”

There’s an audible gasp behind you, but you don’t turn around. You don’t have the strength to turn around.

You do, however feel Dan’s fur start to get warmer, and you’re suddenly blinded by a bright light emitting from his body.

“What…?”You move away when he floats up, the light glowing brighter and brighter by the second. It’s only a few moments before he is back on the ground, only…he’s different.

His paws have turned back into hands, his body losing it’s fur and tusks shrinking until he has a full set of human teeth.

The light dulls and you’re finally able to see the man he’s turned into, brown hair  messy, sticking up every-which-way, and darker then his fur was. You walk closer, meeting his eyes.

His eyes. You know he’s the same Dan- your Dan- because those soft brown eyes are exactly the same as they were before.

“Dan? Is it…”

“It’s me, love. I’m…I’m human,” he says with a chuckle, as if he himself can’t believe that the curse is broken.

A laugh escapes your lips and you’re not able stop yourself from launching yourself into his arms, pressing your lips to his in a desperate kiss.

“I love you,” you tell him, over and over, barely taking your lips away from his as you do so. “I love you.”

Tale as old as timeSong as old as rhyme

Beauty and the Beast

[brittlecakes92]

Tyrant {Dan Smith x reader}

I had an idea, and I put it down, and boom!  When you heard the front door open and slam your blood ran cold when you watched the Hellion walk into the kitchen. The numbing sensation started to intertwine with your fingers, slowly working its way down your body. You knew Dan was a force to be reckoned with, hardly coming back from a mission with anything, but THIS. Blood trickled down the side of his head, his breathing was erratic, his eyes, though held exhaustion still had a wildfire behind them. Standing up from the chair you were sitting in you made your way over to him to stop him from going any further. Dan watched you, watched how you furrowed your brows, your face holding concern. His blazer was torn, blood dying the white shirt that he wore underneath. He was a mess, a literal, disheveled mess. "When I asked you to be careful, this isn't what I meant." You lightly scolded, trying to see the extent of the damage. You stretched your hand forward, attempting to brush his hair that was starting to plaster against his forehead. He brushed your hand away before you could touch him; "I didn't tell you to worry about me, and I don't need you too." His words didn't hold their normal bite.  You glared at him, taking a breath to calm down and trying to not grind your teeth. You stared him down, Dan not backing down either. When you noticed how close you two actually were your heart started to pick up its pace. Scratches and bruises started to cling to his body, and all you could think about is how envious you were of them, you wanting to be the one to cling to his body like that. Your cheeks warming up at the thought, you looked back into the Tyrants eyes. "You need to get those cleaned before they have the chance to get infected." You were being more assertive with him. Dan gave you a look of amusement. Letting out a scoff he carefully pushed past you before going to sit down on the couch. He leaned his head back to rest on the back of the couch, breathing deeply. The other members of the syndicate watched silently. The tension in the room between the two of you thick. Pent up wanting on both sides didn't go unnoticed. Kaede knew of your feelings for Dan, you confiding in her about them. She encouraged you to voice them to him, but she also understood the hesitation. Knowing that it was hard to speak to him normally, so in a situation that involved the heart.. Garcian, besides you, is somebody that Dan actually talked to without the need to feel like he needed to be confrontational. Showing him the more human side of himself when he would express his emotions he felt towards you. You stood in the entry way to the living room, arms crossed as you watched Dan. Coyote raised a brow, taking a drag from his cigarette before blowing the smoke out. "Why don't you two just fuck and get it over with?" Before he could even move his head, Dans eyes shot open, the cool metal of handsome devil underneath his chin. They made eye contact; "Would you like to repeat that?" Coyote blew the smoke out between a laugh. Unfolding your arms you shock your head before stalking over to Dan, before either one of them had a chance to go further in their pissing contest you grabbed Dan's hand. These antics weren't new, but you were starting to get anxious about Dan's state. Feeling the warmth of your hand onto his made him shift his attention to you, watching as you worked on pulling him off of the couch. Letting out an annoyed sigh he knows you aren't going to stop being persistent about his wellbeing. He was exhausted, he wanted to just rest for a minuet, to relax before having to deal with his injuries. He was more frustrated not understanding why you were trying so hard, why you cared. Your touch was soft but firm, your eyes holding his in the same manner. Nobody else cared, he didn't even care, so why did you? But what confused him more was why did he want it, crave it, crave you. Before he could stop himself he gave in to your pulling and stood up. You looked confused, you weren't expecting him to willingly get up, you were prepared for the fight that he was going to put up. Dan watched as you led him down the hallway. Everyone knew of his prowess, what he did, he didn't get the nicknames the hellion, or the Tyrant for nothing, so why were you always so soft towards him? He couldn't wrap his brain around it. The more he thought about it, the more he started to get offended by your actions. He knew it was for show on his end, he would never voice it out loud, but he appreciated you silently for doing these things. To make sure that he is okay. He had his own ways of returning the favor, making sure if you were all out on a mission he was paired up with you, or making sure he was close enough to reach you. If something happened, he didn't know what he would do in that instance.  "Come on" Your voice cut Dan off from his thoughts as you started to pull him down the hallway with you towards your bedroom. When you felt resistance keeping you from moving you watched as Dan walked to be in front of you, walking you down towards his room. You followed quietly, stopping outside of his door Dan turned the knob before reaching an arm in, turning on the lights he stepped in before carefully taking off his shoes in front of his dresser you followed into the room afterwards taking in his room. The room was bare, save a desk, chair, dresser, and his bed, a black comforter rested on top of heather grey sheets. If Dan was a room, this would be him without a doubt in your mind. Dan now stood in front of his side of the bed, you could hear the sharp intake of breath he sucked in through gritted teeth, your legs were moving you towards him faster than your brain could comprehend. Carefully you placed your hands on his back, feeling the muscle grow tense. You removed your hands from him before stepping around his side to stand in front of him. His hands fell back to his sides, pausing his earlier attempts at trying to remove his blazer. "Let me help you." Your words weren't a question, but rather telling him your intent. Dan watched as you moved closer to him, hands reaching out to touch his broad chest. Taking a shuddering breath, you stepped what you felt was impossibly closer to him, swallowing you carefully ran your hands up his chest. Your touch was careful, afraid any wrong move would send him running.  You watched your hands glide up his body to his shoulders. How many times have you thought about this, touching Dan, your fingernails raking down his taunt body, to feel his warm flesh under your fingertips. Dan watched you; it was like you were in a trance like state. Your tongue darting out to lick your lips before you took in a shaky breath, your molars finding the flesh of your cheek as you tilted your head back, so your eyes made contact. There was something... different.. in your expression, your eyes telling his of the unspoken want that you have for him, and he you. Your hands finally reached Dan's shoulders, they slipped carefully underneath the blazer to work it from his arms, leaning up of your tip toes to give you some height to do so. Dan inhaled your scent, your head so close to him, had you always smelt so good? Your shampoo smelt of citrus making his mouth water involuntarily. His hands started to gravitate towards you, when he noticed the weight of his blazer leave his upper arms it snapped him out of his movements. Your left hand rested on Dans chest before you twisted your body slightly to the right to toss the discarded piece of clothing to the chair that sat in the corner. Straightening yourself out your right hand went to rest next to your left. It felt like electricity was coursing through Dan's veins. "Sit down." Dan's figure loomed over you, taking a breath you give him a once over and notice the scarlette that bloomed on his side. Letting out a sigh you stepped forward, Dan stood unmoving. "Why do you have to be stubborn?" Leaning forward your lips pressed to his clothed chest. Dan's throat seized up at this, moving his foot back to move you both closer to his bed. You pushed him carefully not wanting to agitate his wounds further. When the back of Dan's knees hit the side of his mattress he squatted down, feeling himself bounce a little before his weight sunk down into the mattress. It was now you who loomed over him, and without thought he reached his hands out to rest on your bottom spreading his legs wider to give you room to stand between them, pulling you close enough to him to rest his head on your chest. He could hear your heart race in your chest, feel how your breath speed up. Your hands move up to rest on the back of his head, his thick black locks smoothly fit between your fingers and you craned your neck down to rest your lips and nose on the crown of his head. You wanted to stay like this, and you knew Dan wanted that too. To hold the Tyrant, to be his safe space.  "Dan- you broke the silence sitting up straight before moving your hands to rest on the sides of his head- "What?" Came him usually grumpy tone, it held less bite than it normally would, the feel of his lips against your stomach sending butterflies erupting in the spot, chills crawling their way up your neck and arms. "I need to take care of your wounds." Your voice was softer now, irritation less evident in it. Dan raised his brows before scoffing, he didn't want to move. "Let me bleed out. I don't care." Rolling your eyes you shake your head before tilting your hands back for Dan to look at you. "Well, you might not care about what happens to you, but I do." Your voice and gaze stern. Dan raised his brow at you, a look of what could be described as disgust on his face. You didn't take offense to this, you knew processing his real emotions wasn't something he could do easily. You have emotions in this field of work and it could end badly. "Why do you care? -His question was blunt- You think I would care if something happened to you?" This.. this offended you. Reaching back you grabbed his hands with yours, removing them from you before taking a step back, your brows pinched together letting Dan know you weren't thrilled with his statement. "Sometimes I wonder why I even bother." The words came out of your mouth before the thought of not saying them could reach your mind. You knew he was trying to push you away, to keep your distance, but if that was the game he wanted to play, you were going to sink and play this petty game too. You didn't give Dan the chance to say anything before you disappeared into the bathroom collecting the items that you needed for the task at hand. The antiseptic was in the medicine cabinet, while the cotton balls were in the back of the cabinet under his sink. Looking beside his toilet you grabbed the trash can to make clean up easier. When you reentered the room Dan was leaning forward his forearms resting on his thighs. You let out a huff, placing the trashcan beside his feet. "you shouldn't sit like that, it's going to make the bleeding worse." You told him irritably. The air was tense when you moved to stand between his legs again, you tilted his head back before grabbing the antiseptic and soaking a cotton ball in it. Dan watched you work, his eye twitched from the sting on his cut. You were making sure that you wiped all of the blood from his face, doing a once over to make sure everything was good. Dan watched your pulse flicker, he wanted to nip at your neck, taste your skin. "You want to sit still?" He caught the attitude in your voice and rolled his eyes, sitting straight eyes on your movements. You lowered yourself to the floor between his knees, resting on your own as your fingers began to work at the tiny buttons of his button up shirt. Your head tilted to the side, enthralled in your task. When the final button was done, you started to work the fabric from Dan's arms, your mouth watering at the muscles, they were littered with a few scars and the cuts that he had sustained tonight, your eyes trailed to his chest, the man didn't lack in muscles at all. His chest was toned, your eyes worked down to his abs. The red that stained his side catching your attention.  "What happened?" Your voice came out small, almost like a whisper, but Dan had heard you. He let out a low growl. "It was a Camellia smile. It was one me while I was handling a few regular Smiles before I could put the bastard down fast enough." You knew that had to hurt his pride, before you could stop yourself your fingertips grazed his skin. The touch was delicate, afraid you would startle him if you put more pressure on it. Your fingers trailed down to the cut on his side. Placing your hands on his thighs you leaned your head closer to his side before your lips brushed above the cut. Dan's body tensed up when he felt your lips on his skin. His fight instinct kicking in. You pulled back when you realized what you did and went to apologize. Dan's hand shot out to grab your wrist, keeping you in place. You both stared into each others eyes, your breath coming out in pants. The silence was deafening. "Dan?" You couldn't read his expression. Was he mad? Dan knew if he made the next move it would change the dynamic. Was HE ready for that? He was tired of this game, tired of the wanting and having to pretend he didn't. He tugged on your arm sharply causing you to stumble forward. When your other hand came to steady itself on the bed Dan wrapped his other arm around your waist pulling you hurriedly into his lap. His impatience shining through with his movements. You wiggled in his lap, spreading your legs wider to straddle him, your hands coming up to rest on his chest. You could feel as his heartbeat thundered in his chest matching your own in equal. His hand never left your wrist as you moved your face closer to his. Your lips so close they brushed each other. Your lips parting slightly to tease his. Dan was not a teasing man, not when it came to him being on the end of teasing. Removing his hand from your wrist it found its new place behind your head, holding you still as he surged forward, closing the small distance to claim your lips in nothing short of a hunger felt, dominating kiss. You parted your lips, mesmerized at how they slotted against his perfectly. Your hands moved to rest behind his neck, your wrists laid on top of each other. Pulling him closer you deepened the kiss. Dans hands wandered down your body to rest on your ass, his fingers digging into the clothed, plump flesh, pulling back and pushing your forward onto him. Your lungs began to burn, screaming for air. You tried pushing yourself back, earning a warning grunt from Dan. When you pushed yourself back to take a quick breath of air, Dans teeth sunk into your bottom lip. Your nose brushed into his, eyes closed as your mouth sought his out. He was happy to oblige. He warm tongue swiped across your bottom lip before you widened your mouth to let him enter. Your body crumbled to his will's and wants. Your wet appendage and his glided over each other, when yours found its way under Dan's you ran the tip of your tongue underneath it, when he leaned forward to chase your tongue, you ensnared his with your lips, sucking on it until you hit the tip. Opening your eyes you ran the tip of your tongue up his lips before you sat back, panting. Your chest heaved pressed against his. "Holy fuck.."  Dan gave a chuckle, his eyes transfixed on you. He could feel himself ache, he needed to dominate all of you. He wasn't expecting your last little move and it pushed him further. Your fingers moved to slide against Dan's skin. You have wanted to do this ever since you joined and met him. When you reached the tattoo on his shoulder you traced the outline of the red blossom. Dan Closed his eyes for a second, allowing him to get lost in your touch. Something that simple had him craving for more. Leaning forward his lips attached to your neck, nipping at your skin. Closing your eyes you worked your way further down his arm feeling the cuts reminded you of what you were doing before, reluctantly you opened your eyes, resting your hands on Dans thighs behind you, you arched your back, opening up your neck further for him. "Dan" You tried again this time more stern. You didn't want this to stop, but he needed to be taken care of. When you pushed back from him, you knew if looks could kill you would be dead. "Let me finish cleaning you up." He looked annoyed that you stopped him just for that, but he knew you weren't going to stop persisting until it was done. Letting out a sigh you squeezed his legs to get his attention. Dan pulled back for a second to make eye contact with you. "Let me finish cleaning your wounds." It was cute, Dan thought, that you thought you would be able to leave his hold anytime soon. Leaning forward his lips now started to work between the valley of your breasts. "Dan" The call of his name that fell from your lips was nothing short of a whimper. You wanted to get lost in him, in this sensation. "Dan.." You tried again. Annoyance for being interrupted a second time was clear in facial expression. He waited for you to speak, a brow raised, and his eyes steely. You carefully pushed back against him starting to work your legs out from beside his. He knew you weren't going to stop until you knew he was okay. Reluctantly he loosened his grip, letting you finish cleaning him up. When you made a move to clean his side, he gave you a glare, challenging you to get off of his lap. Leaning forwards your lips connected with the side of his neck, your tongue tracing it slowly before you sucked on it. His eyes slid closed at that, and you got up to finish his side. When everything was said and done you went into his bathroom to place all the items that you had taken out back into their place. Your feet padded on the carpet as you made your way back to where Dan sat. He looked exhausted; but showed an expression you never thought you would see from him. He looked relaxed.. You moved to stand in front of him, Dan reached out pulling you into his lap again. This time laying his forehead on the juncture of your neck and shoulder. Reaching behind him you ran your nails up and down his back. When you heard his breathing level out, you leaned forward one hand on the headboard as you made sure not to push forward too fast to wake him up. Sliding out of his lap you lifted his legs putting them on the bed next. When that was done, and you were sure he was fast asleep you started to make your way to the door to leave Dan's room. When your hand touched the door knob you nearly jumped out of your skin when Dan's voice cut through the silence.  "Where are you going?" You knew it was rhetorical. You weren't going anywhere. His brow was raised, eyes never opening. Giving a huff you reached a hand out towards the light switch, turning the knob down your watched as the room was blanketed with darkness. Stumbling your way towards his bed, you leaned forward carefully crawling over Dan. When you pulled the comforter back and slid your feet under you let out a huff when Dan's arm reached over to grab your side, pulling you into him.  "You really are a tyrant, you know that?" Sitting up you scooted over to him, kissing his neck you nuzzled your head onto his chest, your arm rested loosely on his stomach, his never leaving your side. Dan had a small smirk on his lips. He absolutely was a Tyrant, but Tyrants always got their way.

[brittlecakes92]

And my new Dan smith fic is up!! Although it is tagged it will not show it in the tags. But either way, for the few that have been reading them! I hope you enjoy! I have another one I will be posting soon as well! 

[brittlecakes92]

Dan Smith Prompt 4.) Keep it up and see what happens

First and foremost can we just take a minuet to just appreciate this amazing art work?? Thank you @serious-moonlight for letting me use your art work! If you haven’t checked out their blog, please do so!!  Second off, this is a damn novel.. truly. A filthy good novel, but very long all the same!! This is SMUT, The smuttiest of smut. if you are UNDER THE AGE OF 18 PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT. You have been warned!!  With out further ado, please enjoy our favorite Hellion! (:  Warnings: Smut, R rated activities, light choking, a finger in the booty.  smocking of a cigarette.  (Not encouraging it, Dan gives off the smoke after a good fuck, energy.) The use of the word slut. Work had been hectic as of late, Dan was always gone before the sun rose and home long after it had set. You knew Curtis was working him hard on setting up the self defense department, and having him do other tasks as well. To say his mood was worse then ever was an understatement. Not to mention your needs with him not being met. It's almost been a month and the most you got was a chaste kiss if you were awake before he had to leave. Your growing frustrations matched his attitude, making the air thick and conversations heated quickly. You turned over in bed opening your eyes when the sound of running water in the bathroom roused your from your sleep. Letting out a deep breath through your nose you squinted your eyes to keep the light from stinging them as you grabbed the clock that rested on your side table. You furrowed your brow reading the time, four thirty am. You let out an annoyed groan as you threw an arm over your eyes. Dan was leaving earlier today then he had for the past week. You didn't have time to think further as you heard the water stop completely and the shower door slide back with a sharp bang. Removing your arm from across your face you craned your head to the side to get a better look at the door outlined by the dim light coming from underneath. You could hear the shuffling of fabric as Dan put his pants on, the clang from his belt buckle as he fastened it. When he finally opened the door you had to bite your lip to not all but moan as soon as you saw him. Water dripped down his chest and stomach muscles. His arms on full display as he ran a towel through his soaked black hair, you watched as the muscles contracted from the movement, making the growing pressure in your labia all the more unbearable.  The instinct to just take what was yours right then and there growing more intense. Dan watched your figure in bed raising a brow when he watched you push yourself up to rest on bent arms. The cream colored silk negligee hugged your curves and rested at the top of your thighs ridding up them when you moved. Dan wanted nothing more then to be planted between those thighs, feeling them wrapped around the sides of his face as he ate you like a man starved, but he couldn't right now. Curtis was pushing him harder at work, between the defense department and the grueling training he was put through for assassination and taking on his first assignment it was taking up a majority of his thoughts and time.  Biting the inside of your cheek and noting that Dan hadn't moved, you sat completely up brining your legs underneath you, the mattress sinking at the new weight added. Sitting up on your shins you began to slowly make your way towards the edge of the bed, the moister coming from the bathroom mixed with the coolness of the room had chills crawling their way up your arms. Dan watched your every move with his eyes as he ran the towel through the back of his raven hair, leaning his head to the left you heard as a loud pop protested from the movement before he straightened it back up. "You should go back to sleep." He told you before he started to make his way over to the dresser and stopped when he felt resistance on his pants, his eyes darting to the right quickly locking with yours. Your fingers wrapped around one of his belt loops, you could see the annoyance on his face, it didn't dissuade you, still determined to get a little time with him, he toward over you the dim lighting masking his features in darkness except for his eyes, the dark brown orbs bore into yours, you could feel your heart race from the intensity they held. You wanted to reach out and trace every muscle, every inch of skin of the man in front of you. Your tongue slipped between your lips, swiping your bottom lip as you were transfixed with thoughts of what you wanted to do. Dan could feel his own animalistic urges start to grow, his pants starting to fit more snug as he took you in. His sharp eyes not missing anything, from the way your chest moved with each breath you took, how your pupils were blown and the way you sucked on your bottom lip, he wanted to make you beg for him, hear your moans and whimpers of ecstasy that he would bring you. He watched you push up straighter, pulling him closer to you before your hands ran up his chest, to resting on his shoulders. His knees hitting the bed causing him to come back to reality, he should have been out the door ten minuets ago.  "What are you doing?" His voice broke through the silence of the room, urging you to move. One of your hands reached behind him to rest on the nape of his neck, pulling his head down closer to you, your lips locking to his. Dan was quick to reciprocate the kiss, quickly dominating your mouth. You pulled him down further with you on the bed, lowering yourself further down into the mattress. "Getting attention from my hellion." You answered, removing your lips from his for a second to speak against them before they were slotted together again. Dan took little time to think before he was following  after you. He leaned forward, causing you to fall back on your forearms, crab crawling to the middle of the bed. His hands landing on either side of your body caging you beneath him, stopping you from moving any further. Laying back completely you bring your hands up to rest on either side of his face the hair of his sideburns filling the spaces between your fingers , bringing him to lay on top of you, the feeling of his hard body pressing into yours causing your panties to quickly become soaked.  You could feel the numbing sensation take hold of you as you spread your legs wider so Dan could lay further down, moving your hands to run down his back landing on his sides. Grinding up you rubbed your core against the growing bulge in his slacks. He lets out a hiss before pulling back from you. "I can't right now. I can't be late for work." He spoke, his voice a warning. You shifted slightly beneath him, your breasts jiggle with the movement as you made room to trail your hands down his body, his muscles taunt against them. Finally they stopped at the button on his pants, you could feel the back of your knuckles brush over your clit as you tested the waters, letting out a breathy sigh before looking into his eyes. "When has that stopped you before?" You looked down and toyed with his belt, pushing the strap slowly out of the first loop to come loose. Your other hand ventured further down to rub over his bulge. You can hear him draw a quick breath through his teeth before his lips are back on yours, this time he bites you hard before sitting up completely. You could feel the bed give from his weight being removed from it. You sat up giving him a look of frustration, your brows furrowing as you watched him grab a shirt, tie, and socks sitting in the chair to put them on quickly, the white shirt that hugged his arms came on last. He ignored the look you were giving him to grab his blazer from the closet. "There is something going on at work today that I can't be late for. I'll see you at lunch." His tone alone let you know not to push it any further then you had. Letting out a frustrated sigh you laid back onto the bed listening to it squeak in protest to your action. Dan stopped at the door way to get a look at you one last time before heading out for the day. He wanted to turn back, to finish what you had started, to tell Curtis to go fuck himself, but he knew today wasn't the day. ----- x ------ You heard the clattering of the butter knife hit the side of the sink after you tossed it in. Turning your attention back to making lunch for you and Dan, the morning activities laying heavy on your mind. You couldn't do anything to quell your hunger for him. No sooner had you thought of him you could hear his car turning into the drive way, the gravel giving to the weight of the tires. You watched as he exited the driver side of the car, closing the door and making his way to the house. The screen door opened and closed with a bang, letting you know that he was inside. Dan put his gun down on the table at the side of the door. Walking into the kitchen he saw you standing at the counter, his favorite sandwich made for lunch, with fruit and chips as a side. Dan walked behind you, one arm coming to rest around your waist as he placed a kiss to the side of your neck, his warm breath caused you to close your eyes and lean your head back against his shoulder. Taking a deep breath you turned around and snaked both arms around the back of his neck pulling him down so you could kiss him. Pulling back you took note of his mood and expression. Whatever was going on today wasn't going good. "What happened?" You asked, brows furrowed with concern as you ran your hands down his chest in a soothing motion.  "Besides the old man being annoying, your little stunt this morning has been the only thing I can focus on." He looked at you with his normal stoic expression. You look down at his chest as you run your hands back up them, one hand grabbing his tie from the knot and running it down the smooth fabric. "Is there something I can help you with?" You asked, looking up at him behind your lashes. Dan lets out a growl, grabbing your hand to stop it from wandering any lower. "I want nothing more than to rip your clothes off and fuck you hard right here, and now. But I can't." His tone held gravel as he spoke to you sending chills up your spine. You tried removing your hand from his and Dan glared at you, you knew he wasn't in a mood to play your games right now, but you needed him. "Then do it. We have enough time." You tried again. Dan let out an annoyed breath, before stepping forward, the hand he had gripping your waist he moved down to the inside of your thigh.  "Keep it up and see what happens." He warned before bringing his hand up to rub roughly against your clit, you let out a moan before curling into yourself at the sensation, letting out a breathy moan you watch as he moves closer to you, he removes his hand to grab his lunch from behind you, turning he made his way to the door to leave back to work. Pissed you looked out the window to glare at him. Dan stood with the car door open, his eyes connecting with yours. You could see the animalistic glint in them, your breath catching in your throat before you broke contact.  ------------- x ---------------- Putting the last of the left overs in the fridge, you heard it close and the bottles that sat in the door shift with clanks. Walking to the stove you put the rest of the dishes in the soapy water before turning on the overhead light at the sink and turning off the kitchen light itself making your way back to yours and Dan's bedroom. It was ten thirty at night, another long day. Letting out a huff you began walking up the stairs. You knew Dan would heat something up for dinner when he came home, having already anticipated that he would be late getting home again. When you stepped through the door of your bedroom you stripped out of the clothes that you wore for the day before grabbing a white towel that hung on a hook on the back of the bathroom door. Wrapping it tightly around your body you walked over to the tub and turned the water on, testing the temperature of it you pressed down the stopper to let the water start filling the oval shaped tub. Dan watched as you turned out the main light. Taking the keys out of the ignition he opened his car door and closed it softer then he normally would before making his way into the house, careful to not make a lot of noise. Kicking off his shoes and placing his gun on the side table, he locked the deadbolt before moving up the stairs quickly, closing the distance between you two. Dan leaned against the door frame leading into the bathroom, his arms crossed over his chest, a smirk on his lips as he watched you leaning into the tub. Your leg resting on the edge as you reached in to push the stopper down and adjust the water to make it hotter. Pushing off of the door he was able to get behind you with two strides, taking note that you haven't noticed his just yet. He watched you, watched how the towel hugged your curves, how it rode up your thighs dangerously close to having all of your ass on display. He could feel himself growing hard again. Between your teasing and the frustrations of work, he was ready to work it all out on your body, fucking the frustrations of the day away. He made it his mission to make sure you couldn't walk for the rest of the night. Dan watched as you stood up straight, while you were still distracted he reached forward, wrapping an arm around your waist, the other moving to rest between your breasts, his fingers gripping your chin, grasping it hard as he turned your head to the side to look at him, his lips claiming yours hungrily. You moaned in the kiss arching back into him you grinded against him. Wasting not time you worked on getting yourself lose from his grasp so that you could turn to face him, air left your nostrils sharply as you fought the urge to get air. Breaking away for a minuet the looks you gave each other could only be described as primal want. Grabbing you by the throat Dan brought your lips back to his, he wasted no time parting your lips with his tongue to claim your mouth. Running your hands up his chest your slid the blazer from his arms letting it drop down to the floor to be forgotten. Kneeling down for a moment Dan wrapped his arms underneath your thighs picking you up to carry you over to the counter, out of instinct you quickly wrapped your legs around his waist, your lips never parting. His warm calloused fingers send sparks of electricity through out your body. When reaching the sink Dan carelessly knocking all of the items that rested up there onto the floor before dropping you unceremoniously onto the counter. Scooting yourself back enough that you knew you weren't going to fall, you leaned forward, making quick work of the buttons of his white shirt, you wanted to rip the fabric off of him, to feel the skin that hid underneath. Dan swiftly removed his belt and pants, loosening his tie next. His under ware quickly joining the growing pile of clothes on the ground. He broke from the kiss to look at you, panting and lips swollen. His hardened cock standing even more at attention taking you in. You in turn took him in, the vision of him in front of you causing your wetness to coat the inside of your thighs. Dan moved his hand reaching it behind your neck, his fingers quickly grabbing a handful of your hair before pulling you down from the counter. He pulled you closer to him, swiftly removing the towel that was wrapped around your body. His eyes held the intensity that made it hard for you to look away. His smirk quickly covered his face as he pushed you down onto your knees. "This is what happens when you play with me all day. I want you to take my whole cock in your filthy little mouth." His voice was low and dangerous, he never broke eye contact with you as he spoke, he was letting you know that he was in charge, not like you didn't know already. You had anticipated this happening all day, wanting nothing more than to be used by the Hellion. The only answer you could give him was a nod before bracing your hands onto his thighs. Now eye level with his delicious cock, you watched as it presented itself, ready for you attention. He was harder then you had seen him in a while and decided to waste no time as you drug the tip of your tongue up the underside of his cock. Your eyes never leaving his as you worked on building up saliva in your mouth. You watched him close his eyes and his face relax as you took the head of his cock into your mouth, you hummed in approval, the motion sending vibrations to your mouth. You used your tongue to trace over his slit before you started to work his head over, slowly taking him further into your mouth. "Yes.." It came out gravely, his cocky laugh laced with his words as he pulled harder on your hair. You began to take him faster down your throat, saliva falling out the sides of your mouth as you worked to fit all of him in, making its way down your chin and dripping onto your breasts. Your fingers gripped  onto the hard muscles of his thighs to give you leverage as you began to bob faster on his cock, your pussy throbbing with each noise leaving Dan's mouth. "Look at you, making a mess over my cock. You've probably been fantasizing about this all day, haven't you you dirty slut." You locked eyes with him nodding your head and humming around the huge appendage in your mouth. Dan closed his eyes before letting out a sharp hiss, he needed this, the thought alone of how well you take him in your mouth, how eager you were to do it just for him was the only thing he could think about today. You had brought this upon yourself, distracting him. He couldn't focus on anything the old man was talking about today, or Pedro for that matter. So worked up that his aggravation and aggression was ten fold more than what it usually was. Dan needed you to take him deeper then what you were, opening his eyes he looked down at you, watching how your body moved with your bobbing motions. He pulled your head back to get your attention, halting your movements all together.  "Be a good little slut and keep that mouth open for me, huh?" You didn't have time to nod your head before he was shoving his thick length down the back of your throat. Your grip on his thighs tightened and you focused on keeping your mouth open for him. You couldn't help the gag that left your throat, or the tears that began to stream down your face. You could hear the dark chuckle leave Dan's mouth as he started to push your mouth further down on his cock. Looking up you made eye contact, a shudder claiming your body as he ran his free hand down your throat, working it further down your body he found what he was searching for. He pinched your perked nipple between his fingers. You let out a loud moan before losing your balance and almost falling forward.  He could feel himself getting close to his release, the desperate look on your face as he watched you take him fully had him thrusting faster. Any other time he would love nothing more then to dump everything he had down your throat and watch you struggle to swallow it all, but tonight he was going to fill that tight little pussy of yours to the brim. Pulling your head back he removed you from his cock, hearing as you gasped for air working on catching your breath. Dan's cock was glistening from your saliva, panting you looked up and lock eyes with him again, your breast heaving with each breath you took, anticipation having you on edge. Reaching down Dan helped you to your feet, his fingers firmly gripping around your throat before he attached his mouth to yours again in a feral kiss. He stepped forward causing you to stumble as he lead you closer to the counter again. When the coolness of the tile hit your back you let out a gasp in the kiss. Dan removed his mouth from yours before he snaked an arm around your waist turning you around so you were looking into the mirror staring at both of your reflections. Dan spread your legs further with his before he leaned further into you, forcing you to lean further down, the tile biting into your breasts. His eyes never leaving your reflection. You tried turning your head to look at him, causing him to place one of his hands on the side of your face to keep you still. He leaned forward so you could see the smug expression on his face, the dark features sending a shiver of anticipation and want through your body.  "Now you are going to get what's coming to you for all of your teasing earlier." Dan's gaze was smoldering, his fingers traced the curvature of your spine as he worked his way to you clit,  his fingers swiping through your folds collecting your slick caused you to let out a little whimper, you needed more of his touch. Dan raised a brow feeling how wet and needy you were for him. His index and middle finger quickly burring themselves into you. Your mouth fell open and your breath hitching. "Oh.. fuck... Dan" His name came out whiny. He was going at a leisurely pace, taking his time. You tried to throw your hips back to meet the movements of his fingers to no avail. You could feel yourself falling further apart when he turned his fingers up right, both moving in a come hither motion hitting your g spot. Your walls clenching around his digits. "That's it... good girl.." His fingers began to move faster, pulling high pitch moans from your throat. Your legs beginning to shake, you knew you were getting closer to your release. Dan knew it too, but he wasn't going to give you the satisfaction of a release. Removing his fingers from your hole, he brought them up to your face holding them eye level to you, without a word he shoved them into your mouth, groaning at the sensation of your fingers wrapping around them. "Thought you were being cute, making it hard for me to focus on anything today, didn't you?" He asked. You could only give him pleading eyes and his dark chocolate orbs bore into yours. His fingers curling to hook the side of your cheek before he pulled them out all together. You were left panting, wanting more. "Dan.." He raised a brow at you, a look of audacity on his face that you had the nerve to address him. Before you could think he stuck his ring finger into your mouth, pushing it further down your throat. You released a moan around it. "Get it nice and wet." You nodded your head doing exactly what you were told to do. When he felt it was as wet as he needed it to be, he removed his finger from your mouth before moving back down to your entrance. You didn't have time to think or ask what he was doing before he stuck his two fingers back into your soaping cunt. Dan moved his hand from the side of your face to underneath your chin, gripping your throat he forced you to look up and watch him in the mirror. "Look at you." You watched the expressions of bliss on your face as he fucked you with his fingers, You watched as Dan looked down, you could feel his index finger gathering up more of your wetness that was dripping down your leg. You could feel him move the finger around the entrance to your ass, you wiggled your hips, your pussy throbbed in anticipation, fluttering around his fingers. Dan slowly pushed his finger into your tight hole, you couldn't help moaning at the sensation, it burned until he started to move, your nerve endings set on fire with pleasure. Dan's eyes never leaving yours as he started to move it in sync with his other fingers, pushing it further in.  "Needy slut, your ass swallowed my finger in no time." Removing his hand from your throat he brought it down to land a hard smack across your ass. You let out a startled scream. Your knees buckling and starting to give from the pleasure that was becoming to much. Your breathing becoming labored, the coil in your stomach was coming close to unraveling.  "We barely even started and you are already about to finish?" You began to shake your head vigorously. "I want to hear you say it, use your words." You clenched around his fingers, in a attempt to keep him inside when you felt him start to move his fingers towards your entrance. "No.. I'm not going to cum daddy." With the answer Dan began to move his fingers faster. You arch back into him. Feeling his taunt muscles caress your back. "Shit..." Dan quickly removed all of his fingers from you before reaching down, hooking his hand underneath your knee and bringing it up to rest on the counter, you let out a shaky breath before placing both of your palms on the counter, helping keep your balance and you tilted your head up to see Dan in the mirror. He moved closer to you, and you could feel the warm weight of his cock hitting your ass, he moved his hips back before pushing up slightly grinding onto you. You needed him inside of you, to have him stretch you out in the way you missed and only he could.  "Please Dan.. I need you inside of me." Dan narrowed his eyes at you before bringing his hand down onto your ass. You let out surprised squeal before locking eyes with him again with his reflection.  "Just that has you losing your nerve.." He mocked you before gripping his tip and running it through your folds, gathering the slick waiting for him. Slowly, Dan pushed the tip past your folds and into your entrance, he let out a sharp breath at the feeling of your velvet walls engulfing him, he stopped for a moment to shrug off the white dress shirt that hung loosely from his arms. When it pooled to the floor behind his feet, he slowly removed his tie, holding it in his hand. You watched every action with baited breath. You felt the silk fabric brush over your shoulders, Dan slid the tie to hold both ends in one hand, never taking your eyes off of him. You were doing everything you could not to cum on the spot, without warning Dan bottomed out into you, stretching you in the delicious way only he could. He pace was merciless and he would pull back just enough for the tip to remain in and repeat his earlier actions. Your moans and screams of pleasure soon replaced the silence that filled the room, Your nails slid across the tile of the sink as you tried to find something to grip onto. Dan watched as you came undone from his actions, sweat begin to fall down his neck, panting from the sensation of your warm cunt taking him fully. You felt the fabric of the tie tickle your neck causing you to lean it further back giving Dan easier access. It was carefully tightened around your neck, forcing your upper body up, the sudden pressure cutting off your mewls of delight.  Dan leaned forward, watching as your body shook with each thrust, as your cries of pleasure were coming out in strangled noises. Taking the lobe of your ear into his mouth, he felt your body give way, his chest pressing further into your back to keep you upright. Biting the lobe he removed his teeth, before working his way down your neck, nipping it harshly.  "You like it when I fuck you like this, don't you." It was a question, one that you knew he wanted an answer for. But one your brain couldn't form the words to say, you nodded your head vigorously as you chanted the word fuck when he would hit the spot that had your body going numb, his name falling from your lips like a praise. "Yes... Yes... fuck.." Reaching back, you grasped onto Dan's wrist holding it like an anchor to support you. You could see the sweat building on his brow, feeling your own roll down the valley between your breasts. Dan's brows furrowed, his moans coming out raspy, signaling that he was getting closer to his own release. You felt him loosen his grip on the tie before letting it go altogether, you worked on catching your breath, your hand tightening on Dan's wrist, not knowing how much more you could take before your body gave out. Then you felt them, the calloused digits strumming over you clit in a quick manner.  "Dan..." Your moan came out as a warning, you could feel the pressure building up, you knew if he kept up with his actions you were going to make a bigger mess. He raised his brows as if he didn't know what he was doing, the smirk on his face stated other wise. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your removed your hands from Dan, frantically searching for something to anchor you. You turned your face to watch him, his eyes putting you in a trance. "Let go." His words were simple, and you couldn't help but nod at them. The pressure was building up more, your legs shaking as your moans hit a new level, reaching your free arm down you grabbed Dan's other wrist as you felt the rush of liquid leave you, pulling his cock out, he tapped his head against your sensitive clit, you could hear and feel the liquid pool at your leg on the counter and slide down the edge to pool onto the floor. You worked on catching your breath as you started to sink down to the floor, your legs long forgetting how to work. Dan caught you effortlessly, easing you down to the floor before sitting down on the shag rug that laid in front of the tub, his back resting against the side of the tub.  You looked absolutely delicious to him, spent from his cock and fingers, hair plastered to your forehead from your sweat, how you looked now was enough to make him cum on the spot. Grabbing your forearm he pulled you into his lap, his cock easily sliding into you. Your breath hitched in your throat at the sensation, every movement and sensation was more intense then you remember it ever feeling. Grabbing your face into his hand he squeezed your cheeks before turning you to look where you had just been not even two seconds ago. "Look at the mess you made." He was proud of the fact he made you come undone like that. Turning to face him again he brought your face closer to his. "I was gracious enough to let you have your release first. Now it's my turn." His lips crashed into yours, stopping any protests that you had in your tracks. His hands moving down to rest on your hips, you felt him move them down to meet his own thrusts. The feeling of his head hitting your cervix had you working to catch your breath. All you could do was grip onto his shoulders, your nails digging into his flesh as you tried ride out the next orgasm that was fast approaching. Moving your hips forward you began to grind on him, a groan making its way past his lips.  "Baby, please... I need you to finish inside me." Your breasts jolted painfully from being bounced on his cock.  "Fuck...." His movements became more erratic until he stilled altogether, holding you in place with a vice grip. Leaning forward you rested your forehead on his as your pussy clenched around his member, milking him for all he was worth. Dan listened as you tried to catch your breath, his head resting back on the edge of the tub steadying his on before he reached over to turn the faucet off. He dipped his fingers into the water to make sure that it was still hot. Your head slid down to rest on his shoulder, your eyes lazily tracing his tattoo. Your eyes had never felt heavier, your body numb and trembling. Dan removed his tie the rest of the way from around your neck before he placed his hands underneath your thighs, pulling his softening cock out of you while he stood up stepping into the tub, he sunk down into the water, taking you with him.  You let out a content sigh at the feeling of the water soothing your aching muscles, shifting yourself closer to Dan. Underneath the little window rested a pack of his cigarettes, taking one out he quickly lit it before taking a drag, turning his head back he blew the smoke up towards the ceiling away from your face. He relaxed like that, the cig in his hand before he would take another drag. You could hear the water splash gently around his fingers as he ran them beside your spine. Sitting up your lips attached to his neck, kissing a trail all the way to his collar bone, finally stopping at his chest before you turned your gaze to him, reaching up you took the cigarette from between his lips before taking a quick drag yourself and putting it out soon after. A satiated smile on your lips. "I feel like I need to tease you more often now, especially if that's the kind of treatment I get for it." Dan's dark eyes narrowed at you. You let out a laugh, before moving your hands up to push the hair that clung to his forehead out of his face. "Shut up, or I'll make it so you can't walk or use that mouth for a week." You pursed your lips thinking it over for a second before opening your mouth to respond. His left hand moved around the back of your head, pushing it down to lay on his chest. You moved his hand from you before sitting up once more and kissing his lips. He returned the kiss, it was chaste but as gentle as one would get from him. You laid your head back down, your heavy eyes closing. Dan sunk further into the water, his knees jutting up where you rested comfortably between them. He watched you as you drifted off, his hand pushing your damp hair from around your face, leaning down he placed a  kiss to the top of your head before closing his eyes and relaxing himself.