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ferrstappen · 2 years ago

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max, the wag (for the third time) l Max Verstappen x reader

a/n: i was in the middle of writing this when news of Danny coming back to the grid!!! omg I'm so happy of seeing RIC and listening to his radios and everything, it wasn't the same without him <3

also, about requests. Please keep sending them, I've LOVED all the reqs I've gotten but right now im getting ready for my bar exam in a couple of weeks so my time is super super limited, but I promise I'll get to most of them (bc imsorry there are some reqs that I really can't connect with) after the exam, it's one of the things I'm looking forward to <3 but for now this kind of mediocre story telling will have to do...

ANYWAY, HOPE YOU LIKE THIS INSTALLMENT! you can find part 1 and 2 on the master list <3

summary: the continuation of your favorite paddock couple.

Max arrived to the track by himself.

If he was being honest, it wasn’t on his plans to walk alone with the photographers, Red Bull marketing team snatching him for stuff right after he swapped his credential. Even from far away he was able to hear chants of fans and more media than usual.

But you weren’t right there next to him.

He knew it wasn’t your fault, Silverstone not being a track where he was usually welcomed with opened arms and he was aware of you not wanting to be too in the eye of photographers who didn’t make questions to you, but there still were different WAGs and outfits or whatever accounts tracking your every step, especially with the new wave of partners and sudden break ups and polemics.

Still, the selfish part of him wanted you to enter the track with him, even if it was a few steps ahead or behind him, holding your hand and smiling as you complained about the amount of credentials you had to carry: the usual green VIP Paddock, Red Bull something. You’d think after all these years they’d know me, you’d say and he’d laugh.

On the other hand, you finished getting ready and called the front desk to get a taxi to get there, feeling a bit guilty of letting Max go on his own, especially when there were more eyes on the track with Brad Pitt being there and a lot of important people who’d want to talk with him all day.

Texting Max to let him know you were already by the guests entrance waiting when you noticed some intense flashes getting near. You’d been around a time or two to know this wasn’t usual, maybe in Miami but not when you were on the abandoned back entrance, not very glamorous and low key.

But you saw her…

Shakira, are you visiting Lewis?

Who are you cheering today?

Shakira, third Grand Prix of the year!

Did you talk to Lewis before? Is he nervous?

Your eyes followed her, mouth opening when you followed her small frame, exuding class and sympathy, even Alexandra who was also making her entrance stopped to get a closer look of the Colombian bombshell.

Of course, they didn’t ask her to show and get accredited, she just walked by with a radiant smile leaving paparazzi behind as she kept talking with the friend she came with.

But wasn’t that a Haas credential?

It didn’t matter, it wasn’t important, because right then your brain made the connections and started dialing Max while nervously biting your polished nails.

“Baby, everything okay? Are you already inside?” Max answered, but his words were quiet and rushed.

“Yes, but you’re never going to believe…”

“I’m sorry we have a meeting, please don’t go to the paddock, go straight to the driver’s lounge, okay? Love you”

He hung up and you wanted to pull your hair out, knowing he is the one and only person you wanted to share this information with, and you were also certain he was the only person who would truly appreciate the gossip and speculation about his fellow driver’s love life.

Max was able to leave the meeting almost forty minutes later, getting outside for some air until he remembered your call and that you probably were bored to death on the lounge. He was turning around to go there when…

When he saw the one and only Shakira in all of her glory.

He wasn’t starstruck or anything, being immune to celebrities and the imaginary pedestal where most people placed them, but this wasn’t about that, it was about the way she was supposedly hiding under a cap walking towards the Mercedes garage.

He covered his mouth and hastily made his way to you.

You didn’t greet each other with the usual peck on the lips and short hug; his slightly widened blue eyes told you exactly what you needed to know as he opened the door to his small room.

“Please tell me that you saw her!” You said as soon as he closed the door.

“Yes, just now she was walking to Mercedes,” Max was whisper shouting as if someone would hear him and it was the highest of secrets.

“Did you see Lewis?” You asked Max but he said no. “What if you try to ask Brad Pitt if he saw her and like if they’re friends… with Shakira?” This time both you and your boyfriend laughed at the idea.

"I did see Sainz trying to go unnoticed with a tall brunette,do you think she is the new girlfriend?" Max asked and you nodded.

"I'm pretty sure he cheated on Isa with her, and I am almost certain she was in the Paddock Club in Monaco during qualifying," Max whistled at the new information.

Now he kissed you, lips fitting perfectly against each other, but your eyes suddenly opened and separated from him. What? Why? What happened? Max was disconcerted.

“Please don’t laugh at me because this is a serious idea…” You told Max who had your entire attention. “What if we write to Deuxmoi?”

“Deux what?”

“They have all the inside scoops and sightings, even your name’s popped up once or twice,” Max’s eyebrows rose at the information. “We should write that Shakira was seen on the British Grand Prix and I am one hundred percent sure someone will have more information!” You proposed and Max chuckled.

“Schatz, I can just ask Lewis why she’s here,” Max told you before embracing you, his arms circled around your waist.

You rolled your eyes before resting your head on his chest, but suddenly it hit you, swiftly lifting your head and facing Max.

“Then why haven’t you asked him yet?!”

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call-me-strega · 1 year ago

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Dc x Dp Prompt # 12: Wanna Help Me Win a Bet?

So our scene opens with an older team Phantom (Everlasting trio, Jazz, Val, and Dani) at a bar/club of some sort in New York. They're all catching up on how their lives are going (college, work, internships, milestones, travels, wacky happenings, etc.). Somehow the topic shifts to romantic relationships and the gang begins ribbing Danny for his awkward teen romances. He was an absolute disaster at flirting even if his exes found it charming at the time. It's all good-natured and fun.

Then Danny's like "Hey well least I've improved now" which earns him an eyebrow raise or two. The gang goes "Oh yeah? Prove it. Bet you 100 bucks you can't get that person's number" *points to an attractive black-haired individual sitting at the bar*. And of course, since Danny isn't one to back down from a bet and has his pride to defend he goes off to flirt with a stranger.

On the flip side, we have a Batfam member (or other black-haired DC character) of your choosing (you already know my fav is Jason) sitting at the bar. Why are they there? Idk maybe it's for a case? Maybe they wanted to meet up with friends outside of Gotham? You decide. Anyways, the point is that their minding their own business when a fairly attractive twunk walks up and starts hitting on them awkwardly. And man, this guy is not smooth in the slightest but he's dorky and awkward and kinda cute. They talk to him a bit, teasing and doing some light flirting back. They aren't taking him too seriously, really they're more amused than anything else.

Finally, the guy kinda just gives up trying to be smooth and sighs. He looks at them with a serious look on his face and goes "Look I'll level with you, my friends over there bet me a 100 bucks I wouldn't be able to successfully flirt with you. I'm gonna lean over and whisper in your ear and if you could just agree laugh like I said something witty and give me your number then I'll split the cash with you."

Then he leans over and whispers "Whaddya say, wanna help me win a bet?"

And they let out a genuine laugh and go "You know what? Sure, why not. You're not half-bad and I won't say no to an easy 50" and they grab a napkin, pull a pen out of seemingly nowhere, and give Danny their number (and their Venmo/PayPal/cash app or whatever). They hang out a bit more that night before going their separate ways. A day or two later they get a notification that someone sent them $50 and a message "wanna get coffee/lunch/dinner sometime?"

#dc x dp #danny fenton #team phantom #winning a bet #bad flirting #danny's got that awkward wet cat boy-failure type of rizz but in a good way #pick a ship any ship #my go to is #dead on main #this would also work well with dead silent or brain dead (dead tired?) or whatever kon x danny's ship name is #Strega’s dc x dp prompt

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mara-and-its-the-same · 7 months ago

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let’s understand that this is Mara immediately post breakup so this means i get to have it as wild as i want it to be...but anyway, all i’ve been thinking about is rebounding with Danny, duh. Beyond suggestive, it's directly implied, 2k words and a big thank you to @frnchgirls, rose is a most gracious help. Enjoy 🥰

“What about like this?”

If anyone asked Danny the series of events that led him here, there would be no sane answer. Friday night he meets you at the Vandals’ bar, Saturday night he learns that you live in Chicago but were dating another Vandal in a different chapter and just suffered a messy break up, and by Sunday afternoon he’s got you posing on his bed with the brand new knowledge that before you got into that relationship you were a lingerie model until that guy made you quit.

“Danny?” You ask him again, leaning on your elbows and one knee slightly bent to the side over the other.

He shakes himself out of his daydreaming to realize that reality is ten times better and hopes you don’t notice his dazed off gaze from your side of the camera. “Yeah?”

“Is this a good pose?”

Kathy told you that you should get back into modeling, then offered Danny to help you practice, maybe get new photos to show some agents. Neither of you were busy this weekend, so now here you are in a brand new soft blue babydoll negligee that she made you buy the minute she heard about the split, on Danny’s bed.

God, how he washed those sheets and cleaned all over his apartment as soon as you asked if you could do it at his place. It hasn’t been so neat since he toured the place. But now there you are wanting him to tell you if you look good in your lingerie on his bed. But photography is his job, he’s a professional, he can do this.

He could do this, if his tongue wasn’t suddenly tied until he swallowed thickly. “Yeah, maybe you just lean back a little more?”

“Like this?”

“Perfect.” He captures the picture and tries some more from a few different angles. “What about laying down?”

“Mhm,” you move a bit further down the bed and let your hair fall around you as best it could on its own. “Here?”

“Yeah, can I move your hair?”

“Yeah,” he rearranges your strands so they frame your face perfectly and look as effortless as possible.

“Gorgeous.” The shudder clicks right as he said it, so fast that he hits it a second time just to catch your smile when he says it.

“Really?” He catches the moment your face changes from eyes closed and sultry, to open and joyous.

“Beautiful.”

“Me? Or just your pictures?

“You, and the pictures of you.”

“Thank you,” you roll over again and he gets one from another angle.

It was never anything crazy, the sets you modeled. Just some odd jobs for more local boutiques, never anything obscene or ridiculously lavish. Danny refuses to believe that though. You make plastic rhinestones shine like diamonds. Machine spun cotton lace looks like hand threaded silk from Paris the second it touches your skin.

“Do you think we got enough of this one?” you ask.

“I think so. I can get these developed and have them ready in a few days,” he starts packing his camera away. “What size did you say you wanted?”

“Oh I don’t know, but— Well actually I brought one more thing to try on. Unless you want to be done?”

He’s not sure how much more of this he can really take. How much longer can he be in the same room as you before he busts just from looking at you.

“Yeah, sure- I’ll be in the kitchen.”

He tries not to stare as you slide of the bed and start looking through the bag you brought on his way out the door.

3 minutes later your head is poked out of the door and into the kitchen, “Danny, you can come in now.”

Oh what a sight you are. The black nightgown reaches down all the way to your ankles, the silky fabric falls over your hips so perfectly, and the only thing between the air and your chest is a thin layer of the finest lace he’s ever seen. “I haven’t worn this in years.”

“That’s a shame.” He can’t believe he’s said that, especially in the tone he did, like he couldn’t believe you wouldn’t even wear it just by yourself. You must know how you look in it, how it looks tailored to your body in every square inch.

“I know. But he didn’t like it. It’s vintage Chantelle, all silk. Didn’t know how to appreciate it properly.” You sit back on the bed again and just then he notices the slit up one side that just about nears the top of your thigh.

You’re about to take a new pose when he asks you a most peculiar question.

“I’m sorry?” You ask.

“Do you mind if I move you?” He says with more confidence this time and what a gift that he did.

“Sure.”

He sets the camera down on his dresser and comes towards you. With his hands on your shoulders— your nearly bare shoulders, his thumbs fitting perfectly just into the dips of your clavicles —he leads you to lay down against the pillows and rearranges your hair. He takes one of your hands and places it beside your head, the other he moves across your torso with your hand cusping your hip bone. He steps back a bit to consider your legs, with respect to the slit. After slowly, so slowly coasting down the length of your leg, he softly pulls one ankle down straight, and pushes the other slitted one up so that it is slightly bent at the knee and tilts it towards the other.

He takes a second to look at you, really look at you, and he can’t believe anyone would ever try to keep you from this.

Maybe he’s just getting to know your form, for the sake of the composition, you think. But only for a moment before you see him suck his bottom lip between his teeth, just for a second but you notice.

Finally, finally, he takes the first picture of you like this. With the click of the shutter you’ve made your mind up, you decide to press your luck. “What if I like…” you bring the hand that was on your hip up to your mouth and bite the top knuckle of your index finger.

“Yes.”

“What’s the look you’re thinking though?”

“They’re your pictures. I’m thinking whatever you want me to think.”

“But you’re the photographer, the artist.”

“You’re the art.”

“Would you kiss me?”

He nearly drops the camera. “What?”

“They like when pictures tell stories, the story would be that I’m messy and ravished and the clothes are serving their intended purpose. If you’re alright with that?”

He so absolutely, most certainly, positively is more than just alright with that. “Yeah, ok.”

You push yourself back up on the bed while he positions himself at the edge. “So how do you wa—“ he’s cut off by your pull to his collar and the press of your lips. Surpassing his initial surprise he brings a hand up around you to hold your waist, and the other up to your jaw. Messy, you want it messy. And salacious, lascivious even. Beyond suggestive, obvious is what you need. He can tell from the way you continue to pull him into you even as his chest is flush against yours.

You pull away panting for no more than a second to order “Get the camera off the bed.” How sweet of you to be concerned, he nearly leaps over you to put it on the nightstand and he’d like to say ‘if it were any less expensive’ he would have just thrown it, but he knows that the price of it wasn’t what stopped him, it was the fear of damaging even a single one of those pictures of you.

As he’s leaning over you, you slide down a little further on the bed so he can reach you easier. Or maybe to muss your hair up a little more if it’s against the pillows, or any other excuse you could make to make it seem like this is all for the picture and not your own desires.

From there it is licks, bites, tugs, sucks of lips. And you’re trying, you’re both trying to keep your hands out of it, but how could you when his hair is so soft and the back of his neck is the perfect shape for you to hold. And how could he when your skin is so perfect and your bare leg is right there.

“I want a hickey.”

“Huh?”

“Kiss my neck.” He kisses you twice more on his way to your throat and you can’t help the sound you make when he reaches the perfect spot. Already he has you gasping for air. “Oh god.” His hand slithers up the slit, sliding even higher in search of your hip bone or waist to hold.

“Wait,” He lifts himself to be eye level with you, “wait—“

“Hm?”

“Sorry, just…You’re—This is real now, right?”

“Yes, yes, very real.” You rush to pull him back down to your lips and nearly crash noses with the way he rushes down to meet you.

“Mmph,” he groans at the scratch of your nails across his scalp and just the sound makes your back arch. Moving down again, he passes soft kisses down the valley of your chest. You’re positive he can feel the beat of your heart through every inch of your skin. How you’ve missed this, being wanted, being adored. And how he’s missed crossing beyond the other side of the lens, the feel of sculpting another body just by the skill of his touch.

As he’s pushing the side of your skirt up and away a sudden fear strikes you, “Wait!”

“What is it?” He immediately sits back and takes his hands away, looking into your eyes for any cause for concern.

“I’m so sorry, but I really don’t want to rip it.”

“Oh,” you see him immediately relax, “So…”

You make no answer, though you do sit up to your knees and move the skirt out from underneath you. With a gesture to the strap that has fallen off your shoulder, he finally gets the message. However, in the spirit of fairness, his own shirt is the first thing to go and before you have time to remember your original intent you both rise on your knees just to kiss again. You feel before you look while your hands roam his torso.

And slowly, so slowly, through wandering presses, pulls, and squeezes, he reaches the sides of your thighs and takes your nightgown by the seams to lift it over your head. He takes it by the straps to hang by the corner of the headboard rather than tossing it to the floor.

You guide him forwards as you move to your back again, his knee moves between your legs while his fingertips smooth along your jaw. His eyes dance around your face, and as embarrassed as he may be to admit it, he takes a fleeting glance down the space between your bodies. An idea flashes before him, a bold one, but at this point in the afternoon he’s not sure there’s much left that could happen between you two that’d be too bold. He reaches for the camera slowly enough that you knew exactly what he wants. You resist the instinct to shy away when you still see his soft gaze over the camera. The shudder clicks and he drops it back on the nightstand, “That one’s not making it into the book,” Danny smirks at his own teasing before leaning back into you to finish what he started with a smile still on his lips.

#danny lyon x reader #the bikeriders #the bikeriders fanfiction #mara's fics #danny x reader #mike faist x reader #the bikeriders smut

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gracev0609 · 9 months ago

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Need You Close

Josh Kiszka X Danny Wagner

Slash Fic

WC:4k

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI, Slash, Explicit Sex, M/M, Cum play.

Apparently friends that fuck is our favorite trope 🤭

A @lipstickitty / gracev0609 collaboration.

Sam and Jake had decided to call it a night early, leaving Josh and Danny the only two seated in their booth at the bar. They were seated across from each other, the twins having sat together and Sam and Danny basically being joined at the hip. Josh noticed his side of the table felt lonely and cold with no one sitting there with him. “Danny?” He raised his voice a little to be heard across the table in the loud background noise of the bar.

“Hmm?” Danny hummed, his eyes meeting Josh’s so he knew he was listening. He looked down to where their fingers were laced together on the tabletop, giving a gentle squeeze.

“Will you come sit with me? I’m cold.” Josh feigned a shiver, ever the dramatic. He crossed his arms over his chest and pouted his bottom lip out. Danny playfully rolled his eyes but moved to the other side of the booth anyway, sandwiching Josh between his warm body and the wall. Their thighs were touching and Josh could feel Danny’s shoulder brushing his and it suddenly felt much warmer.

Danny wrapped one arm around Josh’s shoulders and used the other to tilt Josh’s face down towards his chest. “Better?” Danny whispered right against his ear, his warm breath tickling the skin of Josh’s neck.

“Much better.” Josh leaned up and pressed a kiss against Danny’s jaw, then another to the very corner of his mouth. Danny felt a shiver trail down his spine, settling in his groin. He breathed out a sigh, and Josh could feel the tickle of air brush across his nose and smell the Jack and Coke Danny had been nursing. Danny leaned into Josh's welcome touch, his lips brushing against his cheek,” You wanna play tonight Joshy?”

Placing another chaste kiss to the corner of Danny's mouth he speaks softly,” I'd like to, it's been awhile. Been missin’ being close to you.”

Danny turns his head inwards towards Josh and the wall, his curls covering most of their faces. He looks at Josh's freshly bitten,spit slicked lips and then up to his big brown pleading eyes,” Been missin' you too.” Danny presses his lips against Josh's, slotting them together reveling in the way they fit together so nicely. Soon their mouths move in unison, deepening their kiss. Danny's tongue slips out, brushing against Josh's bottom lip. Josh groans, feeling himself fully harden in his pants. It never takes him long under Danny's touch. His hand that wasn't trapped against the booth and their bodies snakes it's way over to Danny's muscular thigh. He squeezes the thick muscle, sculpted from years of playing drums, before trailing up to cup his cock hidden away in his pant leg. Danny nips at Josh's bottom lip as his cock jumps at the contact.

“Need more Josh, you're so fucking hot. Especially tonight, amping up everyone in the crowd, handing out kisses like one of them would be lucky enough to land in your bed. But they aren't, are they Josh? I'm the one.”

In between desperate kisses Josh whines,” Don't. Wanna. Talk. About. Them. Wanna be under you.”

Danny's eyes close as he desperately tries to center himself in this booth in the back of a crowded bar in a nameless city.

A devilish smirk twists onto Josh's lips his voice comes out breathy and high pitched,” Come on Daddy.”

Danny's eyes roll behind his closed lids and his jaw clenches, pushing Josh's small body against the corner of the booth he settles into Josh's lap. One of Danny's hands desperately clutches against Josh's plush hip and the other tangles into the curls at the nape of his neck. He presses his hips down into Josh's grinding their painfully hard cocks together, his lips find Josh's once more, nipping and sucking in between moans.

Josh notices through his drunken, lust-clouded haze that Danny is just hovering over him, not letting his weight settle onto Josh’s lap other than the grinding of their hips. Josh separates his lips from their frenzied kiss long enough to pant out, “Would you fuckin’ stop that? Come here.” Before wrapping both his arms around Danny’s waist and tugging him down until he feels the delicious weight and warmth of Danny’s body pressing him into the seat.

In the confines of the booth they’re chest to chest, nearly every inch of their bodies pressed against one another. Danny lets out a little surprised squeak when he loses his balance a little and lands in Josh’s lap but instantly melts into him when he feels the familiar sensation of being so close, Josh’s arms around him and his hips bucking up to meet Danny’s as they make their own sinful rhythm. “Fuck, Josh.” Danny groans, Josh bucking up when Danny grinds down, crashing their lips together once more.

Josh whimpers at the feeling, the friction between them delicious but not nearly enough. Danny is determined to get Josh to make that sound again, pinching his nipple between his thumb and first finger. Josh brings one hand down to squeeze Danny’s ass, reveling in the gasp that pulled from him. “Can we get the fuck out of here?” Josh pants against Danny’s lips, face flushed. Danny pulls back, his eyes dilated, he smiles sweetly before placing a kiss to Josh's forehead,”Absolutely.”

He maneuvers himself to sit back down in the booth, swigging back the rest of his cocktail and allowing them a moment to calm down. Once finished he makes his way to the bar to pay the tab before meeting Josh outside.

Josh smiles at him, cheeks still pink,” You ready?”

Danny places his hand on the overheated small of Josh's back under his jacket, leading him in the direction of their hotel. Josh stumbles a bit on the uneven concrete below their feet, Danny chuckles softly intertwining their fingers knowing he'd keep him safe and upright if he trips again.

Josh looks up at Danny, his eyes a bit glassy from his overindulgence,” Do ya even remember which hotel we're staying at? I don't.”

“I do remember.”

Josh starts pointing at different signs and architecture on the buildings, having a comment for everything.

Once they turn down the block that housed their hotel he points at the large office building off in the distance, rainbow lights crowning the top of it,” Oh! Look at that, so pretty. The lights are so pretty!”

Danny giggles and leans down, pressing a kiss to the mass of curls on the top of his head,” They are pretty, just like you.”

Josh beams, he swears he can see his eyes sparkle,” Yeah?”

“You're really cute Josh.”

Josh smiles, sticking out his tongue and scrunching his nose. He wraps his arms around Danny's waist, pressing the side of his head again the crook of his shoulder. They stumble along in their embrace until they meet at the front door to their hotel. Grabbing Danny's hand he pulls him along through the lobby and into the elevator. Winding him through the hallways to get to his room,” You remember now that we're here?” Danny chuckles, lightly massaging Josh's shoulders as he struggles to coordinate pressing the hotel key to the sensor and pushing the door handle down.

“Yeah.. it all came back to me when we got into the lobby.”

Once the door shuts closed Josh is shedding his layers eagerly getting undressed. Once naked he flops back onto the luxe bed behind him. Danny smiles at his friend, his skin glowing tan against the white comforter.

Danny joins him in his nakedness, crawling onto the bed hovering over Josh.

Josh's eyes flutter,”Ya know, you're pretty too Danny. Gorgeous actually. You're one of the most beautiful people I've ever encountered.”

Danny’s cheeks turn pink, he nuzzles his head into the crook of Josh’s neck trying to hide his blush. “I mean it, ya know.” Josh insists, lifting Danny’s chin to look him in the eyes. He hitches one leg around Danny’s hips, bringing his body closer. Danny leans down and slots their lips together, now skin to skin without the fabric of their clothing in the way. He slides his tongue between Josh’s parted lips and Josh lightly sucks on it making him groan.

“Touch me? Please.” Danny whispers, taking in a sharp breath when Josh’s hand trails down his back to cup his ass, thrusting his hips up to brush their lengths together. They both notice the slippery feel of their combined arousal as their bodies move together. Being able to physically feel their effects on the other man was intoxicating, little moans and sighs escaping into the air in between needy kisses.

“Fuck, wait… can we just… wanna take my time with you.” Josh pants out, arms winding around Danny’s neck to pull him into his neck. Danny obliges instantly, letting his weight press Josh into the mattress, soothing and grounding him. Josh places sweet little kisses all along Danny’s neck, chest and shoulders where he can reach, letting his hands wander the expanse of Danny’s back. Danny sighs, feeling the complete contentment of Josh's lips and hands on his body. The safe, easy love flowing between them. Danny lowers himself even closer to Josh's body beneath him, his hands cup his face, thumbs gently stroking his cheeks all red and blotchy from his arousal. He places a kiss against the tip of his nose before connecting with his pouty pink lips. Josh wiggles his hips, the subtlest whine in the back of his throat.

Danny's eyebrows shoot up,” Am I hurting you? God I'm squishing you.”

Josh smiles as Danny rolls them to their sides,” Hurting me? No. Squishing me? Yes, but I liked it. I was just trying to, ya know, get more friction.”

Josh looks down towards their lengths still hard and leaking. His hand gently trails down Danny's side, fingertips tickling the sensitive skin. They dance down to Danny's hip tracing up and down his v line.

“Go ahead, stroke me. Don't tease.”

Josh giggles,” Teasing is in my nature Daniel.”

Danny grasps his wrist pulling it towards his neglected length, wrapping Josh's fingers and his own around it,”I have no patience for it.”

He pulls Josh's hand down to his base, giving it a squeeze before gliding up the length of it. He does this a few more times until he drops his hand letting Josh take over.

Josh hums, his voice low, raspy with arousal,” There's lube in the nightstand. Top drawer.”

Danny twists his body back towards the nightstand that's decorated with Josh's things, a half drunk water bottle, some earrings and his silver cuff. He opens the top drawer retrieving the bottle of lube. His brows furrow, the substance being unlike what's in his suitcase. This one is white and viscous. His eyes follow the label reading the words, creamy, and, life-like.

Danny looks at Josh, his cheeks even redder than before,” Is this cum lube?”

Bashfully he hides his face into the crook of Danny's arm, burying his face into his armpit,”Yes.”

Danny gently guides Josh's head up to make him look at him,” I've heard of it, but I've never used it before. You like it? It's halfway gone through.”

Finding his confidence, his voice sounds more steady,” I do. It feels nice, I think it feels nicer…. Once it gets warm it does feel pretty real.”

Danny wordlessly flips the cap, and rolls onto his back. He drips some onto his tip, letting it roll down his length. He can hear Josh's breath hitch, the visual sending him spiraling. The lube makes it appear that he's already came, spilling down himself. “You like the way it looks, Josh?” Danny teases, knowing Josh hasn’t been able to pry his eyes away from the sight even once.

“Fuck yes.” Josh answers, taking Danny’s throbbing length in his hand, spreading the creamy substance all over. “More than I thought I would, if I’m honest.” He chuckles. Danny gently moves Josh’s hand aside and dribbles a little more lube down his shaft before taking both their leaking cocks in hand, stroking them together. Josh leans down, pressing his forehead against Danny’s while his hips buck into Danny’s grip.

“You feel so fucking good.” Danny moans, lips assaulting Josh’s jaw and neck with kisses and bites. Josh moans out his agreement, lost in the delicious feeling of Danny’s hands and lips all over him. All of his senses are taken over- Danny, Danny, Danny.

“So…” Danny mumbles between kisses to Josh’s heated skin, “do you wanna fuck, or get fucked? Because… I kinda wanna get fucked.”

“Yeah, you want to be fucked, Danny? I think I can handle that.” Josh pants out, breathless.

“Yeah.” Danny gasps as he squeezes his hand tighter around both of their lengths. “Please. I miss how you feel, filling me up…”

Josh’s eyes flutter closed at that, needing to gather himself for a moment. His big, strong friend underneath him, begging to be fucked was nearly enough to send him over the edge and he shivered.

“I felt you twitch, Josh. You wanna hear all about how I want you deep inside of me? Hitting every spot just right, making me feel so full. So big….”

Josh’s hips still completely and both his hands grip onto Danny’s still wrapped around both of them, his eyes begging Danny to stop, just give him a second.

Danny’s hand instantly retracts from between their bodies, instead moving to hold Josh’s waist. He leans up to press gentle kisses to Josh’s face, murmuring soft praises until he feels his body relax. “You’re okay”, “doing so well”, “you’re here, with me”.

Once Josh's body relaxed Danny pulls him closer,”How do you want me Josh?”

“Just relax Danny, I've gotta get you ready for me. What did you say so big?”

Danny spreads his legs apart, letting Josh settle on his stomach between them, “Yeah I did. Better get me nice and stretched out for yah.”

Josh clenches his jaw and grabs the bottle of lube from Danny's outstretched hand, he flips the cap and squirts some onto his fingers. With his clean hand he pushes Danny's leg up spreading him further. Josh slips his finger between Danny legs easily finding his entrance, gently swirling his middle finger around getting him used to the sensation. He nuzzles his face into the slightly fatty softness of his inner thigh, and he nudges his finger in slightly, letting Danny's body ease wrapping around him.

“Keep going… shouldn't take me too long.” Danny breathes shakily.

Josh sucks a mark onto Danny's thigh,” We don't need to rush anything, just relax and enjoy it.

Josh places a soft succession of kisses to the inside of Danny's thigh when he feels his velvet walls relax enough for him to push in further. After a few minutes of warming Josh's fingers he starts to curl them easing him open. He continues to push and pull, curling and flexing his fingers gradually adding them until he was full and stretched.

“Are you ready for me?” Josh whispers crawling up his body, his thumb moving to Danny’s plush, pink lips. He tugs lightly on Danny’s plump bottom lip, parting them just enough to slide the tip of his thumb between them. Danny nods, looking doe eyed up at Josh as he hollows his cheeks, sucking the digit further into his mouth and letting his tongue swirl around it. Josh’s lips part watching Danny’s mouth work over his finger, a small sigh leaving his lips. Slowly Josh pulls his fingers out of Danny, kissing over his hips and tummy to distract him from the slight discomfort.

Finally he withdraws the digit from the warmth of Danny’s mouth and retrieves the bottle of lube again, coating his length liberally in the substance. He closes his eyes for a moment when his mind wanders, imagining that it’s Danny’s cum he’s working himself with. Danny’s eyes zero in on the sight, realizing he might be just as into the visual as Josh was.

“Inside me. Please.” Danny begs, almost in a whine.

“I’m getting there.” Josh giggles, one hand snaking between their bodies to line himself up with Danny’s entrance. Danny wiggles his hips, trying to will Josh to just fucking do it already.

“Kiss me.” Danny sighs, arms wrapping around Josh’s neck to pull him closer. Josh envelops Danny’s plush lips with his own, letting them move together in the way that always came so naturally to them.

Slowly Josh cants his hips forward, letting just the tip of his painfully hard cock slip inside of Danny, never breaking the kiss. Blindly he grabs for the discarded bottle of lube, popping the cap open and letting a little bit dribble down where their bodies are connected, the visual sending him reeling. He stares at the scene before him, completely fixated on his length halfway inside of him, his voice coming out in a moan,” God Danny, you should see this.”

Josh looks up to meet Danny's eyes,” Take a picture.”

Josh quickly shakes his head stunned,”... W-what?”

Danny twists his body leaning over to the side table, snatching his phone and unlocking it handing it to Josh.

“Take a picture, I want to see. I trust you Josh.”

Opening the camera app with shaky hands he zeros in the vulgar scene before him, snapping a picture,” You better send that to me.”

He turns the phone around so Danny could see for himself. His hard leaking cock jumping was telling enough, he liked what he saw.

As Danny reaches for his phone to set aside Josh quickly snatches it back, sending the picture to himself before handing it back to Daniel.

Slowly Josh begins to rock his hips in and out, easing himself into the hilt and back out again. He plants his hands onto Danny's hips anchoring himself to him. Breathless moans and whispers of praise fill the room as he steadily fucks himself into his friend. A droplet of sweat drips from the tip of Josh's nose, settling into Danny's belly button. Instinctually Josh follows the drop, dipping his tongue into the orifice savoring the taste of the salty liquid on his tongue mixed with the taste of Danny's skin.

“Josh…” Danny moans out, legs wrapping around Josh’s waist pulling him impossibly closer. Josh makes sure he has Danny’s eyes on him before delivering a sharp thrust, angling his hips just right to hit that special spot inside of him. He watches the way Danny’s features twist in absolute bliss, brows furrowing as a loud cry rips from his chest.

“Right there, huh?” Josh grunts, jaw clenching as he focuses all his attention on driving into that sweet spot and keeping those beautiful sounds pouring from Danny’s mouth.

“That's it. Feel it. Feel me. Feels so good, you're being so good for me,” Josh pants out.

“Getting close-” Danny chokes out, and his hand snakes down to wrap around his heated neglected cock. Quickly Josh swats his hand away wrapping his own long fingers around him. Danny whines out loudly once he receives the touch he's been aching for.

“Faster, jerk me faster. Fuck I'm so close,” Josh complies, gripping him tighter within his fist pumping him ever faster. Josh's mouth hangs slack as he works Danny to the proverbial ledge, he watches as his stomach muscles twitch, his tip flushed red oozing even more precum out over his fingers, and Danny's legs pull his hips even tighter. He can barely thrust, he just punishingly rocks his hips into the spot that makes Danny see stars.

With a cry Danny releases, hot spurts of his cum splattering across Josh's abdomen. Josh shivers at the heat blanketing his sweat cooled skin on his stomach and praises him,” There it is. That's my good boy. Give me all you've got.”

Danny thrashes his head against the white pillow, his dark curls contrasting beautifully,”Fuck! Are you close? God - please cum Josh- I'm so fucking sensitive!”

Danny's back arches as he tries to maneuver away from the overwhelming sense as Josh pounds into him,” You can take it Danny. I'm getting there..Fuck beg for it again!”

Danny whines again,” Please! Please cum! I need it, wanna feel it hot against my skin. Please please please cum for me!’

He thrusts wildly, trying desperately to meet his end,” Clench around me or something, fuck I need a little more.” Josh rasps, his voice sounding wrecked.

A high pitched cry rips from Danny's chest, and his hand flies to meet his overstimulated cock, jerking himself once again as a second load spills out over his fingers.

The visual is what sends Josh over the edge, he pulls out, frantically tugging on himself as he spills his own cum, painting the dark hair of Danny's happy trail white. Chest heaving, Josh takes a moment to appreciate the stark contrast of the pearlescent trail against the dark patch of hair leading away from Danny’s navel.

Catching Danny’s eye, he points his chin toward Danny’s phone still sitting forgotten on the nightstand, eyebrows raising in question. “Yeah, fuck yeah.” Danny nods, his gaze landing on the mess the two of them have made together, all over their torsos. He wants to see it from Josh’s point of view as much as he wants to have that picture to look back on later when he’s feeling particularly needy.

Danny unlocks his phone once more, passing it off to Josh to take a picture. He snaps several different photos at different angles, then he runs the fingers of his free hand through the patch of hair still coated with their combined release, effectively smearing it all around Danny’s abdomen. “Paint me like one of your French girls, Joshy.” Danny giggles as Josh snaps a few more photos of his handiwork.

“Shut up.” Josh cackles. “You just look… really good like this, I wanna remember it.”

“Look at me.” Danny demands, waiting for Josh to look him in the eyes. “This wasn’t the first time and it definitely won’t be the last. But I’m glad we have those pictures, that’ll be… really nice to have.”

Josh’s cheeks flush a little more and he giggles, “yeah, I’ll definitely be looking back at those.” He climbs out of the bed and makes his way to the bathroom, dampening a washcloth with warm water and coming back to gently clean Danny up.

Once they’re both cleaned off, Josh lays back on the bed, curling up into Danny’s side while Danny lays on his back. “Will you stay?” He asks a little shyly.

“Where would I go?” Danny asks, wrapping his arms around Josh and tugging him closer. He kisses the top of Josh’s head, then his forehead when Josh tilts his head up to look at him with pure adoration in his eyes. “What?” Danny whispers, cheeks blushing under Josh’s gaze.

“Nothin’, just really love you.”Josh answers honestly, leaning up to connect their lips in a soft kiss.

Danny tucks Josh’s head into his neck, holding him close and gently trailing his fingertips over Josh’s soft skin leaving goosebumps in his wake, “I love you too Josh.”

Josh mutters his voice soft,”Not ready to go to sleep yet, can we watch tv and snuggle?”

Danny yawns rolling onto his back bringing Josh with him, he reaches for the remote on the side table as Josh nestles in. He presses his body flush against Danny's side, resting his head on his chest.

Danny dips his head down, kissing his hairline,”What do you wanna watch?”

“Mmm whatever”

Danny smiles knowing when Josh doesn't have an opinion on what to watch means he in fact is tired. He just wanted to snuggle and that made Danny's heart swell. Josh pulls the covers up over their bodies, his hand settling on Danny's stomach. His warm palm slides down lower, his fingers dancing in the soft hair on his lower stomach. As the tv droned on his fingers stopped and his breathing grew deep and steady. Josh was fast asleep on Danny's chest, soon enough his own eyelids grew heavy and he drifted off to dreamland too.

#gvf #josh gvf #josh kiszka #danny gvf #danny wagner #gvf fanfiction #gvf smut #greta van smut #greta van fic #greta van fleet #greta van slash #slash fic #jake gvf #sam gvf

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fortunate-cookie · 7 months ago

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Inspired by "The Price of Peace"

Prince Timothy Drake-Wayne of Gotham hears a prophecy that he's destined to marry the king of the Infinite Realms, a neighboring country that's been at war with the League of Nations for decades now. Tim dreads that it'll be an arranged marriage to the awful tyrant Pariah Dark until, out of nowhere, that guy is killed in a duel for the throne.

The new king reveals his face, and it's Danny Fenton, old friend of Tim who's been missing for 10 years. Danny, who used to be the sweetest kid, borderline pacifist, now stares coldly up at the members of his own court as several of them are escorted out of the room on charges of treason.

All Tim can think as he looks at this older Danny (who now goes by Phantom) with his glowing white hair and unfamiliar green eyes, is what the fuck has happened to him in the last ten years?

Danny Fenton -- King Phantom Dark -- turns to the assembled members of the League who had witnessed his duel. He issued it during a political meeting between the League and the Realms, making sure that everyone was witness to the succession of rights.

With blood still on his blade, he says, "I want peace between our countries, and I need your help to suppress a civil war in the Realms. Lend me one of your politicians to help me solidify my position and rebuild my land, and I promise that you will find no greater ally than the Realms for as long as I live."

It's a chance for peace, and barring that, a chance to spy on and influence a dangerous enemy. Tim, who once held a special place in Danny's life, finds himself in the perfect position to volunteer.

(It's essentially the set-up for The Price of Peace by JoyLess_NightSky except some timeline changes, a long-lost childhood friend trope, and less misunderstandings. Anyway, if you're looking for an AWESOME royalty dpxdc au with an arranged marriage trope, definitely check out The Price of Peace, I've been rotating it in my head for a few weeks now)

#dpxdc #fic rec #writing prompt #my post

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wandixx · 11 months ago

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Ghost of fries and hero of cookies final part

All work words count: 14 643 Words in this part: 244 Summary of whole work: Duke wasn't expecting to wake up from his quick rooftop nap to some meta kid with fries. He also wasn't expecting kid to stay Or Danny asked Dani to stay safe while she was in Gotham. Where would she be safer than under the wing of local hero? And he looked like he needed bad day combo anyway This part summary: What happened to Dani (author needs a certificate for being little shit) Beta read by @audhumla-sailor though English is second language for both of us, so proceed with this in mind. I also know all of the charaters through fics alone, so probably ooc. Stay catious if it's something you don't like

First part, Previous part

Dani packed her stuff as soon as she got back from patrol. While doing it, she called Tuck and Sam to coordinate travel plan with them and to make sure she heard where and when correctly. Danny’s birthday were coming, an alien’s autograph would be a good present. Unfortunately she wouldn’t have time to get any of his merch on her way so the sky map she printed in Gotham’s Public Library would have to make it. Because of Sam’s demand she stocked herself in protein bars, other high calorie snacks and tons of drinks. Guy at the register looked disturbed but correctly guessed it wasn’t his business. Thanks for physics meets magic mess that made her backpack lighter. It worked like thermos in a way, though she didn’t even try to understand it.

This flight was going to be challenge not only to her speed but also, mostly, her stamina.

Ancients let her survive.

Turns out, phones couldn’t survive falling from over a hundred feet at around 60 miles per hour. Well she had all important numbers (Jazz, Val, Tuck, Sam non- and yes-emergency Danny) on paper phased inside her hip. From Sam’s money she could buy one in Los Angeles and explain the change of number then. She would have to come up with an excuse though.

She wasn’t going to admit she got distracted and bumped into a bunch of pigeons, got startled and dropped her phone like a silly child.

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I know I could and should post it with previous part but I wanted to build the tension.

Batfam: We will finally meet our almost niece! Dani: Oh, look, plot convienient reason to leave city fast! Dani was setting up most intense and insane work-out playlist known to mankind to get her through her journey when she bumped with these pigeons face first

Starting notes are longer than this part.

Shit, I really should put it with previous part but the tension and potential for drama aaaa I couldn't resist

and @audhumla-sailor is an enabler

Tag list: @pickleking8 @mynameisnotlaura

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc #dani hangs out with duke #signal got new sidekick and he cares about her deeply #As much as i didn't know what i was doing while writing this #(joker goons bit was written last)#(name announcement was somewhen along or after steph learning about dani)#(training talk came around also then or a bit later during writing of Batfam confrontation)#this was supposed to happen from the start #just not fully socialized Dani forgetting that saying goodbye is a thing and leaving without the word #for some completely safe mundane reason #while all the friends she made and people associated with them are freaking out #because she literally disappeared #wanished without a word #wandixx writes #ghost of fries and hero of cookies #have a nice day dear stranger who got to this part

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samgirl98 · 1 year ago

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Forgotten Demon Twin 7/?

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“So, does that mean you can get us that sweet, sweet new Wayne tech,” Tucker asked.

Sam hit him in the back of his head.

“Ow, what was that for?”

“Thanks, Sam.”

“No problem,” she said.

“Betrayal from my only two friends!”

The three teens were in Sam’s basement/entertainment room. Danny had just finished giving them an unabridged version of his family’s history. Barring a few things. Like the fact that Bruce Wayne was Batman and his kids were the other Gotham heroes.

“So, what now,” Sam asked. She still couldn’t believe it. Danny was raised by assassins! She wanted to be disgusted; she couldn’t condone any life-taking, but she was also aware enough that it wasn’t Danny’s fault.

Besides, he has stopped, and he was a hero now.

“Now, I tell my parents the whole truth about Phantom.”

Sam and Tucker stared at each other.

“Are you sure, dude,” Tucker asked.

“Yeah, what if they don’t accept it and attack you?”

Danny shrugged, “They took it just fine when they found out during the whole reality gauntlet fiasco.”

“Yeah, but that was then; this is now. Danny, you just told them a cult raised you. There’s only so much you can dump on people before they break. Especially parents. Why can’t you accept me for who I am, mom?”

Sam was breathing hard at the end of her little rant.

“Okay,” Danny drawled, “Your parents aren’t my parents, Sam. I would have to tell them eventually. I might as well get it over with.”

“Are you going to tell them about the Ghost King thing, too,” Tucker asked.

“I’m not the Ghost King yet,” Danny said. Tucker rolled his eyes, “Fine, crowned prince.”

“Yeah, I am,” Danny said. For it to work, he had to be fully honest with his parents about Phantom and everything it entailed.

Sam and Tucker looked at each other.

“If you’re sure,” Sam said, “Just know we will always be here for you.”

“Yeah, dude, the three of us are a team.”

“Thanks guys.”

The three friends sat in silence for a while.

“So, are you really not going to ask for that sweet new Wayne tech?”

“Seriously, Tucker?”

“Boo,” a pillow hit Tucker in the face.

“Hey! A guy should be allowed to ask.”

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Vlad Masters sat in his office listening in to the three friends.

He was glad he had the foresight to bug more than the Fenton’s home. (Daniel always found the bugs, anyway.) What he had just learned had him reeling. Daniel wasn’t Maddie and Jack’s biological son. Not only that but that buffoon Bruce Wayne was Daniel’s father.

What’s more, Daniel had been raised by assassins.

This changed things. He got up and looked out the window.

Daniel was a valuable asset just for being a half-ghost like him. But now, he was not only the crowned prince of the Infinite Realms, but he was also the biological son of Bruce Wayne. If he could get Daniel on his side, Vlad would have more power than he could have thought possible. Daniel would be his son, and Maddie would be his.

It was time to scheme.

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Damian got out of the car and left as soon as they got to the hotel room. Bruce was glad he had called Dick to meet them in front. His eldest followed Damian, even if it was from a distance.

Bruce sighed. He had no idea what to do. How do you deal with a long-lost child forgotten by his mother and brother? A child who had been abandoned by the only family he had ever known? A child who Bruce had no knowledge of?

“God, I wish you were here, Alfred.”

As he exited the car, he could’ve sworn he heard the older man speak, “I’m still here, Master Bruce. Always.”

He turned and saw an empty car.

The city must be getting to him.

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Tim had not slept since he got to Amity Park. Now that the firewalls were gone, he had done research.

What he found disturbed him.

“Duke, come here for a moment,” the newest member of the family walked up.

“Tim, you should really sleep.”

Tim took a gulp of his energy drink, “Read this.”

Noticing her brothers’ tense posture, Cass came up to read whatever had caught their attention.

“That can’t be right,” she said, “that violates the Protection Meta Act.”

“Well, it’s there and it exists.”

The Anti-Ecto Act laws were laws that carried out government-approved genocide. They allowed ecto-entities to be hunted down, studied, and exterminated without prejudice. Not only that, but the way the laws were written allowed for any ectocontaminated human to be classified as an ectoentity and stripped of all rights.

How had the Justice League missed this?

“Bruce is going to be pissed,” Duke said.

“Our new baby brother is in danger,” Cass stated.

Tim kept the tab on the Anti-Ecto Act open and took notes to present to Bruce. He was also able to find fights between Phantom and other ghosts. The kid mostly fought in the air.

Tim took more notes of every power Phantom showed. The list was extensive. He whistled when the kid gave a well-placed kick to a vampire-looking ghost. Tim could easily see the League training. It was easy to notice when you knew what to look for.

He found blogs of teenagers praising the teenager and articles claiming that he was as big a menace as the ghosts he fought. Over the years, though, it seemed that the perspective had shifted on Phantom.

He cataloged the shift after Amity Park had been sucked into an alternate dimension and Phantom had helped save the city.

There were more articles.

Phantom Saves the City from an Eternal Sleep.

Phantom Stop Giant Plant Ghost from Eating Amity Parkers.

The more he read, the more Tim learned. The more he worried for his new brother. He was different from Damian. There were no articles of decapitated people or people stabbed by a sword. Danny didn’t seem to be as violent as Damian had been.

It made sense. Talia and the League didn’t truly raise him. He had had a chance of a semi-normal life.

Tim also looked into the other hero, the Red Huntress.

She seemed more like a ghost hunter than a hero to Time. She shot any and all ghosts. There was an interview of her saying that all ghosts deserved to be exterminated. Yikes.

There was a knock on the door. It was the secret knock Bruce had taught them. Cass opened the door.

“Hey, Bruce,” Tim looked up and saw the weariness on Bruce’s shoulders. The guy must really be going through it. It made Tim feel a bit bad for what he was about to show Bruce, but the man deserved, no, he needed to know what was going on in Amity Park.

“Tim. Found anything?”

“Oh, I found plenty. You might as well get comfortable. This is going to be long.”

So, I'm better from Covid, which means I'll start working again. I won't update as often as I did the past few days but I'll try to update at least once a week.

I hope you liked this chapter.

#Forgotten Demon Twin #dc x dp #dp x dc

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joshfuckingkiszka · 8 months ago

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『three: manipulation』

what's this???? ANOTHER ONE to say I'm sowwy

THIS SERIES IS 18+ MINORS DNI

chapter warnings: boy oh boy, some sexual themes, ANGST, IDIOTS IN LOVE

from the playlist: bitter - fletcher, kito / hits different - taylor swift

series masterlist

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“Oh-oh! Well that’s great!” You struggled to hide the tears that threatened to well in your eyes.

“She’s meeting us at the bar.” The trepidation in his voice was evident, but you couldn’t hear it over the thumping of your heart.

The car ride was hushed, with the occasional sound of Josh’s lips smacking, as if he had something to say, breaking the silence. His breathing would normally calm you, but it just increased your tense anxiety.

“I - uh - told her a lot about you,” he mentioned as the car halted at a red light.

That could mean a lot of things. Had he told her about how much your friendship meant to him? What about the kiss he planted on you with his soft lips? Had she felt his lips? Your heart raced at the thought. Goosebumps rose on your arms and as you wrapped your arms around yourself, Josh reached for the air dial, turning it down.

Did he do things like that for her? You wondered, couldn’t help but do so. The well-loved bar looked daunting, in this light, dimmed by your deep nerves and nausea. He opened your door like a gentleman, of course, and began looking around. For her. When his eyes lit up you knew he had spotted her in the small crowd.

Who could blame him? She was beautiful. Her hair flowed down to the middle of her back, and her green eyes mesmerized even you. Her dress was tight around her curves and made you slightly self conscious, and you wanted to avoid standing next to her at all costs. Luckily, you spotted the guys waving you over and you took a deep breath.

“Woah, Red, I’ve never seen you look so…” Sam struggled for descriptives but Danny aided him.

“Hot!” He blushed as you teased him wordlessly.

You hugged Jake, “Where’s-”

He cut you off, “At home, she wasn’t feeling too well. Sends her love though.” You smiled at him. It quickly dissipated when Josh approached, with her.

“Red, this is Cammy!”

You reached out a hand, but she pulled you into a hug. You could have sworn she scoffed in your ear. Danny and Sam gave you looks of pity, which you tried to shrug off with a warm welcome towards Cammy.

Danny had a light grip on your hand as the group moved towards your regular table. You tried not to let your emotions show when Cammy took your normal spot next to Josh. The spot where you would stroke your fingers across his hand, and he would give you sips of his Salty Dogs. Instead you sat between her and Danny, who took your hand in his own, giving you a reassuring squeeze. You would try to remember to thank him later.

“So, you guys probably come here a lot, right? Lots of crazy memories?” Cammy nudged your side, and you weren’t sure what she was getting at.

“Nah, Red’s boring at the best of times.” Josh was trying to tease you, but all he was doing was digging the knife in deeper.

“No! Little Red is the life of the party. It’s why we miss her so much when we’re gone.” Danny’s weight on those words were a semi-polite dig at Josh, a reminder to shut up.

Josh conceded and tapped Jake, motioning to the bar where they were to grab drinks.

“So,” Cammy cocked her head at you, “Little Red?” It was almost accusatory.

“Y-yeah. It’s a nickname Josh-”

“Well, Josh is gonna call you by your name, got it?” Her smile was saccharine, meanwhile you were about to cry again.

You leaned over to Danny, “‘m gonna go to the bathroom. Be right back.” He gave you a look but let you go anyway.

In the bathroom, you paced the small expanse of the stall, debating your next moves. You couldn’t just go to Josh at every whim. This was your problem. Letting out a deep sigh, you took your phone out of the front of your skirt - cursing your lack of pockets as you did so. As you dialed Ronnie’s number, you wondered if Josh would simply break up with her because you asked him to. You couldn’t ask him to do that. You also thought about the implications of going to Ronnie. You simply couldn’t just tell her you were in love with her brother. You erased the numbers on the screen, replacing them with new digits - Tara’s number.

“Hey girl!”

“Hey, Tara, I really need your help.”

She immediately became serious, “Where are you? Do you need me to come get you?”

“No, nothing like that, no,” you sighed loudly, “You were right.”

The line was silent as she patiently waited for you to elaborate.

“About Josh.”

“I KNEW IT!”

“Yes, yes, you’re much smarter than me, thank you,” you announced sarcastically.

Your voice broke as you explained what had happened over the last few hours, including his drunken kiss.

“Aw, sweetie, I’m sorry.” You knew if she were there, she would be hugging you, patting your back and stroking your hair.

“I just don’t know what to do.”

“You,” she said pointedly, “are going to get back out there, find someone cute and take them home.”

“I can’t just-”

“Yes, you can. You don’t even have to do anything, just having them there for a couple hours to make out will surely take your mind off Josh. Might even make him jealous too.”

“Ugh, I really hate it when you’re right. Which has been far too much recently.”

“What can I say? I’m good. Now, if you need me at any point to come over, I will.” You knew she was back to being earnest now. You agreed to let her know and hung up. Exiting the stall, you took a minute to clean up your face in the mirror.

As you exited, Cammy’s figure collided with yours.

“Listen,” her finger was in your face, “Josh is mine now, okay? Whatever you think he had for you in the past is over. Invest in noise canceling headphones.” That saccharine smile was back and you didn’t realize you were holding your breath until it released when she entered the bathroom.

Returning to the table, Josh looked at you with concern. He could always tell when you’d been crying, and he could definitely tell you had been. Ignoring him, you pulled Danny to the dance floor. It hadn’t even meant anything, you just wanted familiarity that wasn’t Josh. However, the longer you stayed on the floor, the more of your body Danny’s hands felt comfortable caressing. It started with just your hips, that was safe. Then they moved down, where his finger tips grazed the skin at the bottom of your short skirt.

Danny was off limits. You hadn’t ever thought anything different. Until now. Until his large hand laid on your stomach, his pointer finger just barely breaching the barrier of your crop top.

“Never knew you wore such pretty things under those clothes, Red.” His lips caressed the outer shell of your ear and you shivered. Suddenly he was turning you around to face him, and his hands were back on your hips. The sudden force from your turn had your hands on his chest, and you could feel the muscle rippling underneath his shirt. You swallowed thickly as he looked at you in a way you had never imagined from him. Looking past his large frame for only a second, you saw Josh, arms crossed, jaw clenched. He was…angry? Jealous? How far were you willing to take this? Looking back into Danny’s dark eyes, you knew exactly how far.

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artaxlivs · 1 year ago

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WE WERE ALLOWED TO ASK FOR TREATS??!!!?!?

*sobs in too busy to check tumblr yesterday*

Okay - I almost went back to that post and tagged you because you're so damn supportive and your comments always make me feel seen as a writer...but then I got 7 asks all within like 15 fifteen minutes and my brain got frazzled. SO, you're late but it's okay, you deserve it anyway.

"Trick or treat?"

"It's the first of November." Steve scoffed, backing away from the door so Eddie could step inside.

"Yeah....I'm late." He shrugged like 'what are you gonna do?' but then he huffed a laugh, "Or maybe I'm getting an early start for next year."

Rolling his eyes, Steve grabbed the almost empty bowl from the side table, "Well, all I've got left is the Mars Bars and a few Milky Ways."

Eddie stuffed his hands in his jacket pockets and tapped his sneaker on the tile of the entryway. His plan had been to do this last night, say 'trick or treat' and then offer himself up as the treat. To just...put himself out there. In a big way. Like he'd never been brave enough to do before. But he'd gotten almost all the way here and turned around - twice.

This was Steve. Steve Harrington. Nevermind the status and the money and the fancy car. This was Steve. The guy who'd dragged Eddie's lifeless body back through the gate and kept watch over him in the hospital to make sure the staff didn't 'accidentally' let him die. This was Steve. The guy who had been valiantly trying to make Eddie feel welcomed and less alone.

And Eddie was 99% sure that Steve has been hitting on him for months. He blushed around Eddie all the time for christsakes! But Eddie was such a fucking coward. He couldn't even bring himself to flirt back because that would mean exposing himself to the possibility of rejection.

Last night he'd dressed up like Danny Zuko from Grease because they'd watched it together on one of their weekly movies nights. Steve really loved that movie and had made many jokes - possibly flirtations - about 'summer lovin' and how he understood Sandy's turmoil about dating someone so different from who everyone thought she should date. It should have been a sure thing but Eddie had chickened out. Just like always.

Eddie blew his breath out long and slow, stared resolutely at the HHS on the leg of Steve's old basketball sweats. "What if...what if I wasn't asking? What if that was an offer?"

The HHS got closer as Steve stepped into Eddie's space, "You hiding candy in your pockets or were you offering something else?" Steve didn't touch, even though he was close enough to.

Eddie dragged his eyes up, meeting Steve's hopeful - thank god - ones and he just....said it, "Me? I'm offering me."

Steve grinned, biting his bottom lip and looking relieved. He stepped even closer, sliding his arms around Eddie's neck, resting their foreheads together, "Then...happy day after Halloween to me, I guess."

#trick or treat asks #this was almost a white rabbit ficlet #stranger things #steddie #I'll eat the mars bars and the almond joys thank you

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cositapreciosa · 3 months ago

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What is left

Daniel Van Ness x reader, (infidelity, but like it was falling appart anyway, the usual for the show) 986 words

a/n : me : doesn't write on anything for months, decides Daniel Van Ness will be it because of an hyperfixation on an edit or smt

Also I think this is the first Daniel fic on Tumblr, does that make me an avantgarde-thing ? We shall see.

Had to use this gif cause like hello the big dick energy

!!! @axreliono this one is for you !!! Tagging my other bitches (lovingly) that might like this : @narcolini @drabbles-mc @anunhealthydoseofangst @hausofmamadas @ashlingnarcos

Surprise is too small a word to express Daniel’s reaction when his morning starts with you leaning against his office desk. He recoils, the coffee cup in his hand overflows on one side, burning the back of his hand, but he doesn’t drop it like his mouth does, in a silent question. So many questions, in fact, because here you are—in front of him, in Colombia—not back in that low-rank, basement office in Chile, overworked and underpaid.

‘’ Hey, Danny, heard you had been dropped off here too. ‘’

Here as in Cali—here, in another rotation, after you had told him in tears that you had to go back home, that you couldn’t stay, that you couldn’t do it anymore. This work, this job, the distance.

‘’ I thought- You- ‘’

‘’ I know, I’m sorry. I should have called. ’’

Your voice is soft, a hint of regret, but he realizes that he never did call you either, that maybe he should have too. Told you that he wouldn’t be in Chile if you ever came back, that he had to move on. You push yourself off the desk and towards him, so close that he can smell your perfume. It draws him back, siphons him away in the hot humidity that is Santiago, Chile, back then when your scent would linger on his sheets. He hates that he still feels the sweat on his body, tastes the salt on your skin.

It takes everything in him not to step back again, but he lets you get closer, lets you press a hand on his bicep, lets you stammer and hesitate as you try to get the words out.

‘’ Danny… ‘’ Your eyes can’t seem to meet his for too long, ‘’ I tried to, but everything was different and I didn’t want to impose, or hurt you again.‘’ Your fingers tighten on his shirt, ‘’ I signed the divorce papers. I told him everything and we tried to make it work, but I- ‘’

‘’ You came to Colombia instead. ‘’

He watches as you retreat, your hand falling off his arm, taking a step back so you can more easily look up at him.

‘’ They just sent me here. I didn’t know you were assigned to Cali until I bought the ticket. ‘’

He knew you were married, you had been clear about that from the start, when he would hang out around your office more, drive you home and spend minutes talking in his car after a drink at the bar, but you had also told him about how rocky it had been for years now, that the Chile rotation was just a way to put off the inevitable. You didn’t seem to mind, so he decided he didn’t either.

‘’ I was put on Salcero’s case a few months ago, ‘’ you begin, ‘’ Back in the States, just going through hours and hours of recorded calls. They want us to work it together since you’ve made contact with him already.’’

He doesn’t know what to say, he lets the ceramic of his coffee cup continue to burn his fingertips, lets you analyze his face as if you couldn’t remember it, all of him.

‘’ Please, Danny. ‘’

Say something. You are pleading and he hates how the sound of his name on your lips makes his heart seize like a teenager, how it warms up his chest at the same time.

It feels like years ago at this point, when you came knocking on his door in the middle of the night. You can’t be out at night at this hour- why are you crying? What is going on? Years ago when he brought you back to the airport, with only your small bag and a one-way ticket. I can’t do this, Danny, I have to go home.

It is his turn to reach towards you, to bring you back, wrapping a hand around your bicep. Your skin is warm, but even though it sends chills throughout his arm.

‘’ I missed you, ‘’ Is all he finds the courage to say, ‘’ I’m glad you’re on the team. ‘’

He can feel the change in the air when your hand raises to touch his wrist, when his hold doesn’t feel like a colleague welcoming another anymore, how his thumb has been caressing your skin for too long now.

‘’ I am deeply sorry, Danny. ‘’ You say again, your fingertips brushing the outside of his wrist. He can see the freckles on your face, ‘’ I should have stayed. ‘’

He doesn’t have to think, he just does, moving his other hand up, pushing hair away from your face, fingers wrapping behind your neck. He does not think again when he brings you closer, softly, giving you an out, an option to refuse, to tell him that he read this all wrong.

You close the gap, head first, nose brushing his, moving up to meet him halfway. You taste like coffee and something sweet, something different. You are pressed against him, warm thighs on his, parting to make way for his own.

It is a brief kiss, over almost as soon as it starts. He doesn’t deepen it, doesn’t push for it to start again. There has to be a better moment for this, somewhere when his coffee is not staining his shirt cuff, where the phones don’t ring and eyes might catch.

‘’ You’re thinking too much. ‘’ You murmur, pushing on your toes to brush your nose against his one last time, breathing him in.

It catches him off guard, but he knows you are right, reading through him like a book as always. He wants to say so many things, but he can’t find the words.

‘’ I missed you. ‘’ He decides to say instead. It makes him feel good, relieved.

He means it.

#daniel van ness x reader #van ness x reader #narcos mexico imagine #narcos mexico imagines #narcos mexico edit #daniel van ness #daniel van ness fanfiction

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builtbybrokenbells · 1 year ago

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belladonna | prologue

Too beautiful to resist, and too deadly to survive; the tragic tale of belladonna in all its glory.

Masterlist

Pairing: Danny Wagner x f!reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: mentions of toxic family situations, swearing, smoking

Welcome to the show 🥰 I’ve been incredibly excited to share this with you, so stay tuned for more!

WHERE IT ALL BEGAN

When faced with the tragedy of remembering, it is often perceived as something beautiful.

After living a life as painful as your own, reminiscing on the past is neither easy nor enjoyable.

A deadbeat father, and a stepfather who was present yet absent all the same. A mother who was all but kind, and two brothers who were made fully responsible for all of your successes and failures.

From the moment you were born, life seemed to find every possibly opportunity to strike you down. Despite the relentless effort, you stood up, you kept going, and you survived.

You did not realize until you were much older, but surviving was the easiest part, and the difficulties most often lie within the aftermath. Picking yourself up while still struggling with knowing who you are proved difficult, but you managed to settle yourself into a routine and found a safe place to rest while you pieced together your own personality. Just when you thought you could finally put the burden down for a moment, you found yourself amidst the hardest challenge of all; living a life that was far different than what was destined for you, yet still plagued with the memories of the little girl who once ran so you could walk.

You spent every waking moment avoiding the memories housed in your brain, and when you could no longer avoid them, you crumbled to the ground as you faced them head on. You deconstructed every notion you had of yourself and rebuilt from nothing so many times that your head began to spin when you thought of it for too long. You became a stranger to avoidance, and you made friends with your own demons. Eventually, you made a life out of the hurt that once limited you.

At a diner off the edge of town, you worked night shifts and weekends to make ends meet while you spent the daylight chasing after a dream that you feared might never come true. You went home every night in the dark, the smell of the deep fryer still lingering on your clothes as you smoked as many cigarettes as the walk would allow. When the sun rose in the sky, you would drag yourself out of bed and sit in front of the large panel windows in your living room and write until your mind went numb.

Stories of everyone and everything, synopses of books you wanted to, but would never publish, and poems to air out your own, relentless thoughts. Journals sat around the room, stuffed so full of pictures and words that the spines were near broken. Single pages floated around the space, some with only one word, and some with so many that you could barely read it underneath the mess. You did not have a lack of imagination, nor a lack of patience; writing is a long process, and a good book will take years (That’s what you told yourself, anyway). You lacked inspiration, something to give you the motivation to keep writing and to keep trying, even if you failed. You needed something to write about, because recounting your own tormenting sadness and loneliness was becoming unbearable.

You searched in dive bars with cheap liquor, wondering if you would find meaning at the bottom of (another) empty bottle. You searched in coffee shops with signs that were faded and falling down. You looked for it at the supermarket, in the reds of the strawberries and the greens in the apples. Your eyes gazed up at the old city buildings, wondering if an idea would spark from the crumbling cement and moss-ridden stones. Sometimes, you would pick the sprouts of weeds from the sidewalks to bring home with you in hopes that their beauty, despite their nuis of the gray concrete jungle aesthetic, would flood your mind with some type of passion.

Not even a life blooming amidst the city's fascination with destroying anything green could pry your mind away from the same old boring topics. Months of searching left you with nothing, and eventually, you began to give up on the idea of a muse entirely.

In the serenity of the diner on one particularly late-night shift, cutting through the stagnant air and filling your lungs with a breath of hope, you finally understood that a muse is not something that you go in search of, but rather something that seeks you when the time is right. The laughter was so beautiful that it made your knees go weak and your chest ache for a moment. You wondered how someone could evoke so much emotion within you without you even seeing their face.

The time, of course, was perfect, but when you finally caught sight of the thing you had been craving for so long, you realized that you were not prepared for what the search would bring.

In the diner booth, huddled in the very corner of the building by the window onlooking the streets, sat a man who turned your whole world upside down in an instant. A tattered band shirt with the sleeves cut off and a worn out logo magnified his strong arms, and his curly hair hung down over his shoulders to frame his beautifully crafted face. His jawline was sharp, angling down into a soft chin, and although large, his nose was stunning. His eyes, even from far away, managed to make your stomach flutter with curiosity.

He did not notice you, but god did you notice him, sitting across from a faceless man with long hair, laughing at a joke that was shared between them. His company, although facing away from you, seemed like the louder of the two, and his character bled from him as he spoke. You could not even muster the strength to crane and look at his face, because whatever he looked like paled in comparison to his company. You felt frozen as you watched from the kitchen window, hanging on to every small expression and drinking in every beautiful laugh that fell from his lips.

The first night he visited the diner, you could not find the courage to speak to him, nor could you even bring yourself to walk out into the dining room while he was still sitting. Despite your lack of conversation, you ran home that night and did not get a second of sleep; your nose was buried in a journal and you were too busy pouring your heart out on the paper. You wrote more than you ever had, and with more emotion than you could ever muster before.

The nameless boy was everything you were looking for and more, and proved that a muse was more than a ruby red strawberry amidst unripe fruit, and much more than a measly weed growing between the cracks in the sidewalk. You had been aimlessly searching for inspiration within the inanimate without even considering the fact that the most profound words would be inspired by a living, beating heart.

You vowed that the next time he stepped foot in the diner, you would make your move. You would introduce yourself, smile and take his order as if he hadn’t completely changed your world without even knowing it. You needed more than an echoing laugh, and more than a glimpse from around the kitchen wall. You needed to know him, down to the very things that made his heart beat.

Firstly, you needed his name, and without it, you could not find any more passion. You had milked every opportunity from the miniscule amount of time you had been blessed with his presence (which, admittedly, was a lot).

You needed him in your life, and you needed more than you could even begin to comprehend, because after a lifetime dedicated to forgetting, you found something that made you desperate to remember.

Unfortunately, your life had proved that remembering would ultimately be your demise, and your unwillingness to forget him would turn out be your worst nightmare.

A muse is a source of inspiration in all forms, and the most deadly (and the truest) form of inspiration is a heartbreak greater than itself.

Daniel Wagner was in fact your biggest muse, and to be a true source of inspiration, he was also destined to be the biggest heartbreak you had ever experienced.

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beautifulcrayola · 2 years ago

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Praise

This is dedicated to the fantastic, incomparable @gretavanlace

3 things: I am very very bad at using Tumblr on desktop, you will have to forgive me for the kinks until I get this figured out. 2. THIS IS NOT PROOFREAD. I told Lace it would be out tonight and I’m trying to make good on my promise. 3. I have like 7 other things up my sleeves with the other boys so please please please let me know if you enjoy this. Ok, I love ya, enjoy!

Warnings: SMIUT (18+, minors DNI), unprotected sex, (wrap it before you tap it), nipple play (very briefly) cunninlingus. (I feel I'm missing a few things cause I forgot what wrote already, but it’s dirty, so mind ya eyes)

“All I’m saying is if you throw her over your shoulder and take her upstairs, she’ll do whatever you want her to do,” Sam grabs the beer to tip it up to his mouth as Danny grabs it to put it back down.

“Think you’ve had enough, kid.”

Sam immediately turns to you and Jake to pout, “Jake, tell him give it back.” Jake chuckles lowly at his little brother, slurring his words and pitching a fit like a 2 year old.

“No, no, little brother, I think Danny may have a point.” Jake grabs the glass from in front of him and pushes it towards you, just far enough out of Sam’s reach.

Sam slumps his shoulders and leans back into the booth. Danny turns to him and chuckles slightly, “We have to go anyways, dumbass over here broke one of the brand new bass amps and his punishment tomorrow is getting up bright and early to fix it.” Sam tries to protest, saying he’s fine and can go another round or two, but the alcohol has settled quickly, his eyes drooping as he hiccups.

Danny rolls his eyes as he settles back on you and Jake, “You need to start paying me to take care of him or I’ll make Josh do it from now on.”

Jake groans, “no, I’ll cough up the money as long as I don’t have to hear Josh bitch and moan about how San cockblocks him constantly.”

“I am not a cockblock,” Sam mumbles out, half asleep and somehow still coherent. Jake and Danny laugh out loud, knowing all too well that this was untrue. They’ve all fallen victim to Sam’s drunk antics more than enough times to know cockblocking was one of the things Sam truly excelled at.

Danny grabs the younger boy by the arm, pulling him out of the booth and hoisting him up on his shoulder, “We’ll see you in the morning, Jake. Take care, love.”

You and Jake had not been dating long, meeting at the end of the Dreams in Gold tour when he was running out of a small guitar shop, knocking straight into you and spilling your coffee. Ever the gentleman he was, he immediately took you to the nearest store to buy you another outfit and another coffee on which he wrote down his phone number on the brown coffee sleeve.

Coming to Nashville had been a surreal experience for you, never one to just take a three week vacation from your job to travel, especially for any kind of partner and especially not one that you’ve only been seeing for a couple of months. But Jake was adamant, he wanted you to meet Danny and his brothers before they dove straight back into touring.

“I’m gonna close out the tab, little love.” he pecks your nose as he climbs out of the booth. You smile fondly at him as you grab your purse and phone, waiting for him to return from the crowded bar. When he comes back, he holds out his hand, intertwining his fingers with yours.

Piling out onto the streets of Nashville, he holds your hand thumb rubbing over yours every so often. His hands calloused and warm from playing the guitar, sets a fire alight inside your belly. It’s not that you didn’t wanna have sex. You definitely did, it’s really that you never had time. Jake immediately got off tour and started promoting another album, being thrust into the world of his job and you, well, you were not going to push it.

“Baby doll, what are you thinking about?’ He squeezes your hand, bringing it up to his lips to kiss it.

“Me? Oh, nothing important. Just admiring the chaos of the city.” He smiles warmly at you, “I ordered the Uber down a couple of blocks, it’s just easier for them to be on the outskirts of downtown.” You hum and nestle into his side as you walk peacefully down the sidewalk, your moment of peace amongst all the hustle and bustle in a busy Nashville.

When you get into the Uber, you sit peacefully for 30 seconds, looking to Jake. “What’s up, my little love?” You don’t respond, choosing instead to kiss him. Jake groans into the kiss, quietly, as he tries not to alert the Uber driver, “we’re five miles away from the apartment, baby doll, don’t start something you can’t finish.”

“Who said I can’t finish?” You can’t see him, but you know without a doubt, his eyes have darkened and you notice a slight twitch in his jaw as it clenches. “My pretty little love…who’d have known you were such a bad girl?” His hands smooth up your thigh, slipping under the dress you put on for him and him alone. The Uber jolts to a stop and he slips the driver a $100 bill, mostly for an extra tip and partly as a thank you for not saying anything to the two of you for being sort of disrespectful. The walk to the elevator feels excruciatingly long. His hand rests on your back as he pushes you into the elevator, attacking you with lips on your neck and rutting his cock against your thigh. “You’re gonna be a good girl for me tonight, right? Gonna let me spoil you rotten?”

Your eyes roll back at his words, moaning out softly as he nibbles at your neck.

“My pretty girl…like a little praise, don’t ya?” You nod, panting. It feels a little overwhelming. He smells like whiskey and tobacco and that teakwood smell that you’ve come to know and love. “Jake,” you whimper out as his fingers come up to rub your clit over your panties. “I know, baby doll, I’ve got you. Don’t be loud in the hallway, princess.” He demands as he lets you go as the elevator doors open.

Your legs feel like jelly as you walk slowly out of the elevator, making your way down the hall to his apartment, a place you’ve been to hundreds of times before, but never like this, never for this moment. He comes up behind you, pressing himself into you as he unlocks the door and throws it open. “In,” he growls in your ear, your eyes widening, not in fear, but in excitement. He closes the door and sets his keys down, “go get on the bed, I’ll be right there, little love.” His voice is soft and calm. You journey back to his bedroom, his guitar propped up next to his nightstand, the lamp in the corner lighting up the room softly. You make a bold move and strip, leaving yourself in the panties and bra you bought for him, red like the color of his beloved Les Paul, wanting his thoughts on stage to be of you every night. As you lay down on the bed, you feel your nipples harden in your bra, suddenly feeling uncomfortable on your skin, squirming.

“Love…” you hear a whisper from the doorway, “what?”

You look to him, beautifully sculpted, his soft tummy, his beautiful thighs, his cock straining against the tight gray boxers.

“What are you so worked up for?” He comes over and hovers over you, making you feel small and protected, you giggle nervously. He shines a big smile at you. “Come on then, let’s have them off,” shaking you off any nerves by showing out with his British accent.

He runs his hand down your chest and grazes over one of the nipples as he pops the fastener on your bra, letting you take it off slowly, revealing your breasts to him. He groans out, “holy shit, baby doll, had I known they were fucking perfect, I would’ve done this a long time ago.” He dives his head down and laps at one of the nipples making you gasp out, lightly sucking and nibbling at it, your hips bucking up to chase any kind of friction as he plays with your nipples.

He moves slowly down your body, licking, sucking, being tortuous, “Jake…’

“Doll…” He speaks back, low as he removes your panties, “Jesus fucking Christ.” He licks at your slit, moving up to catch your clit on his tongue.

“Oh fuck, Jake.” You reach down to grab his hair, pulling slightly, pushing his face into your cunt more and more as he violently sucks and licks. He moves a hand up to push a finger into your soaked pussy, moaning lowly, causing vibrations on your clit.

You groan out, throwing your head back, as you close your eyes. He pushes another finger in, curling them to meet your spot, as he thrusts downward into the mattress to gain some friction on his cock.

“Jakey, I’m gonna cum,” you whimper out, making eye contact with him as he eats you out like it’s his last meal.

“Come on, little love, give it to me.”

The string in your belly pops, as your pussy tightens around his fingers and your arch your back, he swings his arm over your hips and keeps you still as you ride the wave. As you come down, you move up to grab at his cock.

“No!” he pushes you down, not harshly but enough to put you back into the mattress quickly. “I know, I know you want to, but you can’t, I’m so fucking hard it hurts and I’ll cum right in your mouth and I want that sweet little pussy wrapped around my cock more than anything right now.” He presses his forehead to yours as he guides you to push his boxers down, you can’t resist though, you grab him, hard and throbbing in your hand and stroke slowly. His eyebrows furrow as he pushes out a harsh breath against your lips, “what did I tell my sweet girl?” His body doesn’t seem to be as mad at you though, as he ruts his cock into your palm. You stop his hips and guide him down to your entrance. He slips his cock through your slit a couple of times, hitting your clit with his cock, making you jump at the overstimulation. He pushes his cock into you, slowly, making sure you’re ok with every move. “Please, oh God, Jake, please move!” He moves slowly, cock making wet loud noises as he moves almost all the way back out and slams into you. “God, your pussy is so nice and wet, shit, you’re gonna fucking kill me.” He thrusts steadily into you, making small little whimpers as his cock slides into you, your breaths coming out in small little huffs. “Not gonna last, I’m afraid, pretty doll.”

His eyes roll back as he drops his head into your shoulder, slamming harder into you, “yeah, you’re such a good little girl taking my cock like this, aren’t you? It’s like your pussy was made for me.” His hand moves up to your throat, tightening as you gasp out, his face coming out of your neck to speak, whispers ghost over your lips. “So wet and tight, poor girl getting just wrecked on my cock.”

You squeeze around his cock, “Jake, please. I want it so bad, want you to cum.”

“Yeah, and where does my little love want me to cum? Maybe on her belly, her ass, maybe inside this sweet little pussy?”

You groan out, “yes Jake, yes, please oh God put it inside me!”

“Perfect little slut wants me to cum inside her? Good girl, my perfect little love,” he drops two fingers down to your clit, “cum on my cock as I cum in you, milk my cock for everything it’s got, pretty baby.”

You close your eyes as your orgasm hits you, hard and fast, stars exploding behind your eyes as Jake groans loudly in your ear, cumming inside you.

He pulls out of you, slowly, watching you whimper, “I know, I’m sorry, don’t move,” he kisses your cheek.

He returns with a damp towel as he cleans you off and then wipes himself off as he climbs into bed, wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you into him.

“That was good, right? You don’t have any complaints?” You shift in his arms, facing him.

“Complaints? You mean to tell me that people have complained about Jake Kiszka, rockstar god, fucking them?”

He rolls his head away from you and laughs, “no, not really but I didn’t really wanna start now.”

“There’s that ego I fell in love with. You’re perfect, Jake. I love you.”

“I love you. Good night, my little love.”

#greta van fleet #greta van fleet smut #jake kiszka

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lovelytsunoda · 1 year ago

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misc. masterlist

instagram au masterlist

violent delights have violent ends (mick schumacher, daniel ricciardo, pierre gasly, nico hulkenberg) 🌹

mick, danny and pierre knew they would need to fight for seats in 2023. they just didn't know that otmar szafnauer was going to take it literally.

the motorsports fiction recommendation list (part two)

the cedric diggory f1 driver au that nobody asked for but i wrote anyways

f1 drivers as characters from the magic mike franchise

tokyo drift

the day you kissed a writer in the dark ,, han lue 🌹🍑🌩

she's stood by his side for years. his loyal mechanic, the brains behind his brawn. but she'd be lying if she said that it didn't hurt to watch him flirt with those other women in his club, when he came home to her every night in secret.

see also: proud mary ( han lue ) from tina!: the series

the night agent

take one down ,, francisco jenkins 🌩

the fix-it fic we all deserve, and the ending that cisco should have had.

top gun (1986)

tell me something girl (are you happy in this modern world) ,, tom kazansky 🌹🌩

after thirty years of marriage, heather kazansky reflects on the time she spent and the love she shared with tom as she prepares to write her eulogy and say goodbye to her husband.

take my breath away ,, tom kazansky 🌹

temporarily stationed in nevada, tom and heather decide to take a weekend in las vegas to see their favourite new wave band. all the while, all tom can think about when to ask heather to be his wife.

top gun (2022)

sunday in heaven ,, jake seresin 🌹

jake’s favourite afternoons were spent with his fiancée and his dog, with hot drinks and a good book. nice and calm, different from his every day. but tell anybody that and he’d have to kill you.

uptown girl ,, mickey garcia🌹

she would do anything for her nerd boy. except maybe meet his friends in a crowded bar with a pool table where she can make a fool of herself in front of all of her boyfriend's friends. it's a good thing that mickey is a good teacher.

the sixth sense ,, jake seresin (cosy collection 2024)🌹

after a car accident totals her car and leaves her with the ability to see ghosts, an anxious police desk sergeant learns to live with the ghosts haunting her home, and the crush she has on the hot pilot who lives next door

beautiful girl (stay with me) ,, jake seresin (kinktober 2024)🌹🍑

the three lit jack-o-lanterns in their bay window shouldn't have been the lightscape to their sweetest, purest intimate moments, but hey, what happens on halloween stays on halloween.

love, actually ,, robert floyd (the christmas collection 2024)🌹

recently appointed admiral robert floyd feels overwhelmed in his new position, and unprepared to fill the shoes of the late admiral thomas kazansky. when he inherts the job, he also inherits tom's old secretary. cue the romance. inspired by hugh grant's storyline in love, actually

birthday girl ,, mickey garcia (smutmas 2024) 🍑

used to feeling like an afterthought on her birthday (mostly due to its proximity with christmas), mickey sets out to make sure that his sweet lover girl feels treasured and loved

love is a losing game ,, jake seresin (SERIES)

LAPD Detective II Jessica Seresin has had a rough few years. As the youngest female second-rank detective in the LAPDs auto theft division, she’s been on maternity leave for the last nine months, and it’s driving her up the wall. When her old boss from homicide shows up on her doorstep and tells her that her husband may be involved in multiple ongoing homicide investigations, she realizes she might have to fight tooth and nail to keep her life from falling apart.

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you've got me under your spell ,, eddie brock (the cozy collection 2024) 🌹

the then's and now's of halloween in the brock household.

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Cursed Cravings, Chapter 5: Poltergeist

In which Danny meets Sam - Christopher's congenial manservant who is as strange as the rest of the mansion. Contains: ~3.6k words | Chapter 1 | Read this story on A03!

Danny had fully expected Christopher to return and gloat like some swaggering, self-satisfied cat, with her the proverbial canary. But after leaving with Nathan, the giant didn’t even return to the room she was kept in—she could hear him speak, assumedly to Nathan, and she heard the front door open, but then the sounds of his huge, hulking footsteps seemed to disappear up the stairs and away, and she was left alone, angry, and utterly confused.

She supposed she didn’t know what to expect, although none of the possibilities seemed good. What would a giant possibly want with a human, anyways? He’d said Nathan was to “remain in his service” as long as he “required” him. But what did that even mean? What could a human even do in a big-ass mansion like this? Cleaning the floor of even one room would be the endeavor of a lifetime. A month might get one baseboard cleaned, or the dust swept off a single counter. And surely, a rich prick like this had some sort of staff already, giant or otherwise.

She wondered if the services Christopher “required” were less tasteful in nature, and her stomach recoiled at the thought. He hadn’t said anything that would imply as much—not yet, anyways—and surely, if he’d kept her here for some sort of entertainment, he’d be down here taunting her right now.

The hours passed uneventfully, allowing the rage bubbling up within her to quiet to a low simmer as she mulled over her predicament with an idle sort of dread, trying to put the pieces together of who—or rather, what—Christopher really was, and what horrors the next month would entail. The only answer she got was silence.

Whatever the case, her loathing for the giant only increased the longer she waited for something to break the monotony—and so when he did reappear later that night, with the bare remnants of sunlight outside the windows having long since faded into black, she was all too eager to pick a fight.

“I see his majesty has seen fit to grace me with his presence,” she spat, rising quickly from her seated position on the floor of the cage to stand as tall and straight as she could, exuding as much pure detestation as she possibly could when her whole body was the size of this bastard’s finger. “Touch me again, and I’ll bite your fucking finger off. I dare you.”

Christopher moved toward her with a frustratingly placid expression, holding what appeared to be a…tiny tray of food in his hand. She hadn’t been expecting even the bare minimum of decency. I suppose he realizes he has to feed the prisoners if he wants his entertainment alive.

“I thought you would like something to eat,” he said simply. He slid the tray between the functionally redundant bars of the cage. It was much more crude and simple than the rest of the house’s furnishings, and it was laden with food that had been prepared for someone her size to consume. She didn’t know exactly what all of it was, but it appeared far nicer than the traditional prisoner’s meal of gruel and moldy bread. There was some sort of soup in a quaint little bowl, a sliver of bread that was clearly cut from a giant-sized loaf, and even what appeared to be some manner of fruit sliced small enough for her to eat. She could smell spices that she just knew were far too expensive for her or Nathan to ever have afforded, and she felt a quiver of hunger in response.

She almost caved—but her lip curled into a snarl, and she looked up to meet Christopher’s eyes as rage burned inside of her. “I’m not hungry,” she lied.

He wasn’t fazed—he bent down so that he was eye level with her now. She might have been intimidated by the serious edge to his gaze if she wasn’t so fucking angry at him. “There’s no need to be stubborn, doll. I’m trying to be nice—the least you could do is accept my generosity.”

His calmness was exceptionally irritating—the way he didn’t seem to even acknowledge the fact that he talked about being nice when she was literally in a cage, when he had literally imprisoned her here, and her friend before her, and just walked about like it was fine and normal and really, she should be grateful. She didn’t care if he was a giant, or if he could easily reach in and crush her in his fist without a second thought if he wanted. If she had no choice but to endure this place for a month to pay off some bullshit debt, then she was going to make this guy’s life hell in the process, giant or not.

She took a few tense, silent steps toward the tray, getting even closer to Christopher’s face in the process. She ignored the way he stared at her, purposefully making eye contact with him the entire time to spite the tiny part of herself that was internally quaking with fear. She slowly bent down to pick up the bowl of soup—a buttery orange color, perhaps made of some sort of squash if she had to take a guess. It smelled delicious, but her hatred had overtaken her hunger for the moment.

With nothing but stubborn silence to punctuate the action, she flung the contents of the bowl at Christopher—she’d aimed for his eyes, but he’d reacted quick enough to take the brunt of it along his hooked nose with a sharp, frustrated intake of breath as the hot soup splashed across his perfect, pristine skin. She tossed the empty bowl at his face, and it bounced off his nose to the floor.

For a moment, he didn’t move at all—she could tell that he was forcing a frustrated grimace into a neutral expression. His eyes squeezed closed before he opened them again with a steely, dark sharpness to his gaze as they narrowed at her. His lips curved up into a tight smile. “I suppose you’re right. You’re clearly not hungry.”

With a tense jerk of his wrist, he flicked off the majority of the soup from his face and took the tray back, rising back up to his full height and turning around to leave the way he’d come without another word. Danny didn’t offer any more insults either—she was satisfied for the time being.

She was still riding the wave of what she considered a small victory, reveling in how satisfying it was to make a mess of that giant, to know that the soup had likely stained the crisp white collar of Christopher’s fancy, expensive shirt as he’d flicked it off his face. But as a little more time passed, and she could no longer hear his footsteps near her, the pride ebbed to make way for the twisting coils of hunger and regret in her stomach. She’d left herself with nothing to eat besides the remnants of the soup that dripped along the bars of her cage.

With no giant for her to put up a brave front for, she lowered herself to the cold metal floor of her cage and curled up, hugging her knees to her chest.

It wasn’t the first time she’d gone to bed hungry, but it was no less uncomfortable than it had been all those years ago. And just like in all those unpleasant memories, she was alone.

Or, well, so she thought.

She had almost forgotten about the strange voice that had led her into the house earlier, the identity of which had become a much less pressing matter once she’d met the mansion’s giant resident. But she’d only been lying down for a minute or two when she heard it again—in front of her, as if there was another human standing in this cage with her somehow.

“Hey…are you okay?”

She stood up quickly, turning around in a circle as if she could have possibly missed the fact that her cage had another inhabitant. It was still empty, of course.

“Where are you?” she asked dubiously, walking cautiously up to the bars of the cage to look down towards the floor—which gave her a rush of vertigo, but no clues as to where the voice could be coming from.

“Uh…” the voice trailed off. “I mean, it’s not really important. I just help with things around here.”

Danny raised a questioning eyebrow, increasingly suspicious of the lack of answers she’d gotten in regards to this person’s identity. “I just want to get a look at you, alright? Can I just see you?”

There was a lengthy pause. “Okay, listen. I know you’ve had to deal with a lot of weirdness today already, so I don’t want to, uh, scare you more.”

Are they some sort of monster too? Maybe an invisible one? Danny sighed, somewhat tersely. “I can handle it. I have enough questions to deal with already.”

“O…kay then,” the voice relented. “Well, for starters, my name’s Sam. It’s nice to meet ya, Danny.”

Danny only nodded, waiting for Sam to appear so that a proper introduction could take place.

“And, well, you haven’t seen me because I, uh, don’t really have a body.”

Doesn’t have a body? Are they…some sort of ghost? Is this place haunted? “So…you’re like a ghost or something?” she suggested, with a tone that was much calmer than the sentence should warrant.

“Well, I mean, kinda, but it’s more like, uh…well, the funny thing is, I’m kind of…the house.”

Danny blinked, wondering if she’d heard right. She was quite certain she had, but the words didn’t make much sense in the order they were in. “What the heck does that mean?”

It seemed as though a breeze flew around the room, though all the windows were closed—the curtains rose and lifted as a wind that had come from seemingly nowhere passed by them in a sweeping motion. Danny could almost feel a slight tingle along her skin, like the strange wind passed by her, too.

“I can move anywhere in this place, and I can sort of…well, I can control the furniture and stuff. Wanna see?”

Danny, suddenly feeling even more uncertain, took a few steps back towards the center of her cage, as if that would play any part in keeping her safe. Though it didn’t sound like “Sam” had any malevolence in their suggestion. “Uh…sure…?”

The pages of a book on a nearby table rustled slightly as an invisible force caressed them. A quiet creaking and groaning came from a source she couldn’t quite place, until she realized that the chair next to the table was moving, seemingly of its own accord. Its plush, elaborately carved arms began to curl outward and inward again, moving impossibly like an awkward, upholstered bird trying to flap its wings slowly. And then, as if the slight amount of movement had been nothing more than a warm up, the short, carved legs of the chair began to hop forward and backwards in a rhythmic little jig, moving almost as gracefully as if the still very chair-shaped chair actually had hips to sway back and forth. It didn’t even make much noise as it tap-danced along the tile floor, moving as lightly and delicately as if guided by the gentlest and most precise of puppet strings.

Danny watched the scene with her mouth agape, not entirely convinced her eyes weren’t playing tricks on her, even after all the other strange things she’d seen in the past few hours.

The chair’s motion stopped as it settled back into the same position it had been in before, no worse for wear and with no indication that it had just taken up a new hobby besides resting there quietly and waiting for someone to sit upon it.

“Wait, wait! Hold your applause.”

The voice emanated from the chair this time, or at least from the chair’s direction—sounding a little further away from Danny than it had been before.

The large rug that adorned the tile floor began to flutter its edges delicately, in a manner that suggested it was quite pleased with itself, before the entire thing lifted from the ground and twirled around in a proud spectacle. Danny could do nothing but watch in a state of bewildered shock as the giant, floor-sized rug spun around in midair—she vaguely remembered Nate telling her a story involving a magic rug once, but hadn’t ever imagined seeing one for herself, and certainly not one so impossibly huge. The carpet folded in a few select places in such a way as it moved that it was almost evocative of the way one might turn and pose as they admired their own reflection in a mirror. The fabric bent forward in what seemed to be a gentlemanly bow before it quickly unfurled again and settled slowly back into place, floating as lightly as a leaf in the wind before it took its place on the floor once again.

The mysterious (though now perhaps slightly more explicable) wind seemed to swirl around the whole room once again in a wide circle, rustling book pages and curtains in its wake—and this time, as it swept across the fireplace, a small flame flickered across the logs inside that quickly rose to a crackling blaze. All the lamps that hung on the walls lit up at once, casting the whole place suddenly into a bright, warm glow.

“...ta-daaa,” Sam exclaimed proudly from what seemed to be a painting on the wall to Danny’s left—a portrait of a rather serious man who looked like he would not be very amused at all with his visage being used as a prop for such a carefree, furniture-possessing apparition.

Perhaps the thing inside of her that should have been scared or baffled beyond reason had finally snapped, because all Danny could manage was an amused grin that spread wider across her face as she looked around the room in awe. “...wow,” she breathed. “Okay, yeah, I didn’t see that coming. That’s…really cool, actually.”

The portrait that seemed to be currently hosting Sam’s presence didn’t change at all—and indeed, the man it portrayed didn’t seem to be capable of an emotion outside the realm of grim and severe, but she could have sworn that the painting almost blushed. “Aw, thanks. Honestly, you’re too kind.”

Danny’s head tilted in curiosity, now much more fixated on learning about Sam than she was with feeling discontent about her current living situation. “So…I mean, how did this…did you…how are you-”

“-it’s a long story,” Sam interrupted, “and frankly, I don’t, uh, remember most of it. The details aren’t really important. I’m just…well, I take care of this place. Always have.”

“Oh,” Danny mumbled, somewhat disappointed. She slowly sat back down on her cage’s floor. “So you work for the giant bastard, huh.”

“...yeah. I’ve taken care of Christopher since he was a kid. It’s been just us here, for a long time.” Sam spoke a little quieter, and much closer to her, as if they were seated in front of her again.

“Listen, I’m…sorry I didn’t tell you about your friend before. But it was pretty brave of you, to take his place like that.”

By all rights, Danny should be angry at Sam too—especially since they had apparently been the one to lead them inside this mansion in the first place. They’d tricked her, hadn’t they?

But she couldn’t find the will to be angry at this invisible anomaly. She was tired—weary from traveling all day, from hunger, and honestly, from the energy it had taken to be so utterly furious at Christopher for so long. And strange as this person was, Danny couldn’t sense any malicious intent from them.

She sighed heavily. “I guess you can’t do much if he’s the ‘master of the house,’ huh.” She spoke the words with a bitter edge to them. “It’s okay. You’re not the one I’m angry at. You didn’t lock me up in here.”

Sam didn’t reply at first, and when they spoke again, they sounded much more hesitant than before. “...Christopher…doesn’t have any ill will towards you, you know. He’s a little rough around the edges, sure, but he doesn’t mean any harm. He’s just been…well, it’s been a while since he’s had company.”

Danny couldn’t help but give a scornful laugh at Sam’s flimsy attempt to justify Christopher’s behavior. “‘Company’? I’m a fucking prisoner. Do you see this?” she lamented, gesturing weakly around her at the cage. “‘Rough around the edges’ is a really funny way to describe a pretentious prick that makes a habit of throwing people in fancy little cages for his own amusement.”

It felt like the whole house sighed around her.

There was another brief moment of silence, and for a moment she thought that Sam had just left completely. But then their voice spoke up, with just a hint of mischief coloring its tone. “Well…you don’t HAVE to stay in there. Um…hold on.”

“Hold onto wh-AT THE HELL,” Danny cried as the entire cage began to move with her inside of it. From her current vantage point frozen in fear against the bottom of the cage, she couldn’t see much of what was happening below her, but it almost seemed as though the golden stand that had been holding the cage up had become a pair of slim metal legs, moving slowly and evenly across the floor to the open door at the other end of the room.

“Shh,” Sam whispered, their voice still coming from just in front of her somehow as the cage continued to move itself out of the room. Danny complied, her breath catching in her throat as she did her very best not to imagine what it would be like to slide through the bars of the cage to the floor very, very far below her.

The cage crossed the grand entryway before heading further down a different hallway, making all sorts of twists and turns before it stopped in front of a huge door.

As the cage finally stopped, the room's door swung open silently, and the cage proceeded inwards. They had entered a large, ornate bedroom, with a huge four-poster bed in the middle of it hung with silken curtains and draped with plush blankets. The room itself seemed as though it hadn’t seen much use in a while—Danny could almost see the giant-sized dust motes floating around in the air—but it was still so incredibly elaborate, it felt like a privilege to even look at. She’d never seen such fluffy pillows in all her life, even if they were the size of soft, feather-filled houses.

The cage bent down slightly, its legs creaking and twisting to lower the part with Danny inside to the level of the bed. The door to the cage popped open, the lock and the subsequent need for a key apparently ignored.

Danny didn’t stay trapped in frozen shock for long—she eagerly took the opportunity that had been presented to her, scampering out of the cage and stumbling onto the huge expanse of the giant-sized mattress, all but falling into the unbelievably soft blankets that waited for her.

“Oh! And wait there. I’ll be right back.” The cage moved back out of the room and the door shut behind it. Danny only had a few minutes to sit there in shock before the door opened again, and this time, a rolling cart entered silently. As it got closer to the side of the bed, Danny could see that it was transporting a comically tiny tray of food nearly identical to the one that Christopher had offered earlier. There were a few more plates of various, equally tasty looking foods to go along with it—even a tiny, human-sized tin cup of water.

The cart rolled to a stop right next to the bed, close enough that Danny could easily walk onto it if she’d wanted to grab the food.

“See? You’re a guest. Anything you want, you just have to ask.”

Oh, anything I want, huh? “I want to leave,” Danny grumbled.

It almost looked like the cart sagged a little bit, its metal handles bending slightly inward as if it was saddened by her request. “Well, anything inside the house, anyways. Really, this place isn’t so bad once you get used to it.”

The lamp on the bedside table lit up suddenly, illuminating the room. “I’m gonna lock the door, uh, at least for tonight. That way you can have a little peace of mind for now. And remember, if you need anything, just shout! I don’t sleep, you know. And I’m sorry we don’t have any, well, smaller rooms, but if you need to get somewhere, I can help.”

It seemed like it should be a trick—but even if it was, she was too tired and hungry to care. Besides, it wasn’t so bad to accept the generosity of someone who seemed genuinely friendly, even if they did seem to be working for the same guy who’d tossed her in a cage only a few hours ago.

“Okay. Um…thanks, Sam. Really, I appreciate it.” She eyed the food suspiciously. “Though something tells me your boss wouldn’t really like you doing all this for me.”

There was a slight pause. “You ought to give him another chance. He’s not as bad as he seems.”

Danny gave Sam a mirthless laugh. “Yeah, I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“Besides, he can’t get upset about you sleeping on a nice bed or getting a little food—you’re a guest! And besides, what’s he gonna do? FIRE me? HAHAHAhahaha—”

Sam’s laughter floated out of the room as the door shut behind them, disappearing down the hallway and leaving Danny seemingly alone again.

She began to eat in grateful silence, ravenously stuffing as much food into her mouth as she could. It was all delicious, and not just because she was starving—genuinely, it was the best food she’d ever had in her life. All of this seemed a little too good to be true, but she didn’t care. Even if Sam did work for Christopher, at least they were nice. She still wasn’t sure what exactly was going to happen to her here—Sam suggesting that Christopher didn’t plan on doing anything malicious to her was not only hardly believable, it also didn’t answer any of her questions.

But if she was going to spend the night alone in a strange place, worrying about Nathan and angry at Christopher, at least she could do it comfortably, on a full stomach. She was going to have to take whatever silver lining she possibly could.

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Next chapter ->

Danny's not the only one in need of a pep talk. I think Sam probably needs to chat with Christopher, too. Tune in next week for chapter 6: Lessons in Futility!

And thank you for reading!

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