#and I wish Madelyn would come back

[acidkoipond]

Say my name, Scott

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[onlyangel4]

Hi can i request an smau with just met to love at first sight (maybe summertime fling) with lando based on Wherever u r by umi and V 🥹 happy ending!!

wherever u r. ln4. smau.

lando norris x actress!reader

lando always thought that love at first sight was some cliche created by the movies, something not applicable with real life. but then he met you

faceclaim: madelyn cline

y/ninsta posted a story

written: emergency leg shave in a hotel sink before going out in monaco that i definitely do not belong at, wish me luck.

y/bff replied to your story: i can't believe you are going to an event alone, your confidence baffles me

y/ninsta: if it makes you feel better i said yes when i was drunk and now that i'm stone cold sober i am shitting my pants

y/ninsta posted a story

written: two hours later and i am ready

y/nsightings posted a story

written: y/n spotted outside a club in monaco, there is a massive celebrity event there tonight she told a fan that her plus one dropped out last minute so she is attending alone and is shitting herself, sounds like our y/n

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f1updates: lando, charles and alex, daniel and heidi have all been spotted outside the same club in monaco. there is an exclusive invite only event taking place. several celebrities have already been spotted entering the club including zendaya, yn l/n, tate mcrae and the kid laroi

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user1: i would sell a kidney to get inside that club

user2: omg this is the event y/n was shaving her legs for

user3: she is so real for that if i knew that i was going to be in a room with f1 drivers i would shave EVERYTHING

user4: the summer break just started and they are already meeting up at a party they are all obsessed with each other

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written: y/n spotted leaving the monaco party with an unknown man

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y/nfan: guys! so my boyfriend does a lot of work behind the scenes in film and tv so we got invited to this event in monaco. and i spotted y/n standing at the back of the party not really interracting with anyone because she didn't know anyone so i went up to her told her that i was a massive fan and she spent a lot of the night with us. we were dancing and watching lando norris' dj set when he saw her and goes "holy shit that is y/n y/ln shit you are hotter in person" and when his dj set was done he ran off the stage and over to us and we were about to take a selfie so i got this gem. honestly the best night ever.

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user7: could that be who y/n was spotted leaving with

user5: omg that is such a lando thing to do

user6: i would not be mad at this couple

landonorris posted a private story

charlesleclerc replied to your story: alex is so mad that she didn't get the chance to meet y/n last night and you guys are just hanging

landonorris: man we are not just hanging, she is like actually perfect

charlesleclerc: oh dear are you what the kids call down bad

landonorris: i will forever hate alex for teaching you that

mclaren: so if you fancied inviting your new "friend" to the dutch gp no one would be mad, especially if she wanted to take part in media day

landonorris: you never miss a trick admin, i'll talk to her

y/ninsta posted a story

written: beach day

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y/ninsta: monaco trip dump

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sabrinacarpenter: can't wait for you to be back in la

y/ninsta: girl i have so much shit to tell you

alexandrasaintmleux: meeting you was a dream come true, can't wait until we get to hang out again

y/ninsta: love you so much, will have to visit again soon

landonorris: i made the cut !

y/ninsta: that night was too memorable to not include

user8: y/n what do you mean

user9: lando norris wtf is this crossover episode

user10: didn't she go on holiday alone, who took all these pictures

y/ninsta posted a story

written: first time on a private jet wtf never flying commercial ever again

landonorris posted a story

written: and we arrived, so ready for the next part of the season

charlesleclerc replied to your story: if "we" is who i think it is alex is going to lose her mind

landonorris: tell alex her job is to make sure y/n doesn't get lost in the paddock

f1celebs posted a story

written: actress y/n y/ln has arrived for media day here in the netherlands

y/ninsta posted a story

written: exciting things coming

mclaren posted a story tagging landonorris and y/ninsta

written: lando took actress y/n y/ln on a hot lap, click the link here to watch the whole thing

landonorris

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landonorris: bring your girlfriend to work day

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y/ninsta: i think you mean "almost kill your girlfriend at work day"

landonorris: babe i was actually going slow

alexandrasaintmleux: no you brought MY girlfriend to work

landonorris: well no...

mclaren: next time we will put y/n behind the wheel

y/ninsta: omg really !

landonorris: that is an awful ideal

user10: he has just beaten the norizz allegations by pulling one of the hottest women in hollywood omg way to prove us wrong

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two worlds collide | LN4

lando norris x actress!reader / smau fic 

fc: madelyn cline 

warnings: none, i just enjoy overindulging with fluff 

i got so carried away with this but honestly i’m proud of it so i hope you enjoy. also obx is one of my favourite shows which is why i decided on mads as my f/c so i could incorporate two of my passions !! 

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bored of these hotel rooms 

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ynismylife: OMG MOM 

iloveynyl: SHES STUNNING 

ynsluvrr: IM DROOLING SHES SO PRETTY 

iloveyn: I WANT TO MARRY HER 

fanofyn: HOW IS SHE SINGLE 

╰ ynismylife: BEATS ME, I WOULD DATE HER IN A HEARTBEAT 

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caption: made it back home in enough time for the race 🏎️

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📍charleston, north carolina 

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the girls are back 

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obx4life: AH THEYRE BOTH SO PRETTY 

ynfan: Y/N ONE CHANCE PLEASE 

user5: drooling..

user7: cant tell if i want to be them or be with them 

yourusername: i was missing you big time 🫂

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y/n seen out with madison bailey the other night. happy to see the two outer banks co stars hangout even during their time off 

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caption: where could we be going now @yourbestfriend 

╰ yourbestfriend: AH YOUR FANS ARE GONNA GO CRAZY WHEN THEY SEE US THIS WEEKEND 

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📍las vegas, nevada  

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thanks y/n for being famous and taking me with you to cool events 🎰

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ynfan: AHHHH THEYRE IN LAS VEGAS 

user2: wish my best friend was famous, must be nice 

ynislife: wait does anyone know if the grand prix for f1 is happening this weekend too? cause y/n is an f1 fan and thAT WOULD BE SO COOL IF SHE WENT 

╰ f1fan: yes the vegas grand prix is this weekend !! 

╰ ynislife: omg OMG omg OMG 

yourusername: you’re welcome, no one else i’d rather have by my side 😘

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user7: y/n travels a lot and still manages to look like that? what is her skincare routine 😩

╰ user1: I WAS WONDERING THE SAME THING 

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caption: this weekend is one for the books i can already tell 🤩

╰ f1: cant wait to see you in the paddock !! 

╰ yourbestfriend: super excited !! 

╰ redbullracing: thanks for joining us as a guest of red bull :) 

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what a great weekend in las vegas full of so much excitement with both of our drivers making podium, getting to see lots of stars come out & once again securing another win under our belt towards that final championship. keep up the good work everyone 🏆

#RedBullRacing #LasVegasGP

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ynfan: omg omg omg omg she met max ????

f1fan: Y/N WITH MAX WAS A CROSSOVER I NEVER REALIZED I NEEDED 

f1updates: people in paddock this weekend said Y/N was so happy to be there and was so grateful for the opportunity 

yourusername: thank you again for having me. its a weekend i’ll never forget ! 

╰ redbullracing: thanks for accepting our invitation, hope to see you around the paddock more often ! 

ynismylove: is no one talking about lando being in red bull’s likes ?? is that normal ?? 

╰ verstappenmaxfan: im not too sure now that i think about it 

Max was quietly scrolling on his phone after the Las Vegas grand prix, enjoying some down time before the final race of the season . He was just absently looking on tiktok when he received a phone call from none other than Lando. 

“Lando, mate how are you doing after the Las Vegas grand prix?” Max asked, knowing Lando had been taken to medic after his nasty crash at the recent grand prix 

“I’m good, still a bit sore but I’ve gotten the clear to race in the upcoming race so I’m looking forward to that” Lando explained “Thats not why I’m calling though” he continued 

“Oh. What’s up then?” Max asked slightly confused 

“Y/N Y/L/N was at the Las Vegas grand prix and you met her? How was she? She got invited by Red Bull, how did that work? Is she as pretty in person as she is on social media?” Lando rambled on 

“Lando take a breath” Max chuckled “But yes she was there, invited by Red Bull. I think they just reached out to her and asked if she wanted to come. How is she? Dude I don’t know, she’s nice, kept thanking everyone for the invitation, she told us she’s a massive F1 fan which was cool” Max answered the boys questions 

“And as for her looks, I have a girlfriend however yes she looks the same in person as she does in the media” He rolled his eyes even if Lando couldn’t see him. “Why are you so curious?” He asked his friend trying to understand where all this was coming from 

“She’s been one of my biggest celebrity crushes and I was so looking forward to hopefully getting to meet her when I found out she’d be there but then I crashed” He chuckled slightly at how much he sounded like a little kid “Then I saw you met her and just wanted to see what she was like” He explained to Max 

Max let out a laugh before answering the younger driver “Well Mate, you should have McLaren invite her to the final race of the season, this way you’ll get to meet her” Max suggested “Im sure she’ll accept, I believe she said filming for her show hasn’t started yet so she’s available” He explained to Lando 

“Ohhh maybe I’ll mention it to the admin team” Lando said more as a thought than a concrete response “Anyways I have to go, Oscar and I are filming a PR video. Thanks Max, see you in a couple days” Lando said before hanging up before Max could say anything else 

Max just laughed “Bye to you to” he said out loud before going back to scrolling on his phone. 

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caption: little beach picnic before she’s off again to her next destination 

╰ yourusername: they said i could bring a +1, you can still come 🥺

╰ yourbestfriend: i have back to back shoots or else i would 🥺

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caption: another day, another f1 race 🧡

╰ yourbestfriend: omg you made it! cant wait to hear all about it! 

╰ mclaren: so happy to have you join us for the last race of the season! 

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thanks mclaren for inviting me this weekend especially for the last race of the season. i had such a pleasure getting to meet everyone. cant wait for the 2024 season🧡

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ynfan: OMGGGG SHE WENT TO ANOTHER RACE AND THIS TIME SHE WAS INVITED BY MCLAREN 

f1fan: I’M NOT DOING WELL 

mclarenlove: SHE LOOKS SO GOOD IN ORANGE WOOOO

mclaren: the pleasure was all ours, hopefully we get to see you in our garage more often, orange seems to be your colour 😉

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landonorris: it was so nice getting to meet you, we should hangout again

╰ user4: wait is this lando flirting? 

╰ user14: LANDO NORRIZ MAY ACTUALLY HAVE RIZ 

╰ yourusername: it was nice getting to meet you too & i’d love to hangout sometime 

╰ ynfanforlife: omMGGGGG WAIT I NEED TO KNOW WHAT LANDO DID IN ORDER TO WIN OUR GIRL OVER 

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my life recently on film 🎞️ 

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ynfan: OMG OBX X F1 CROSSOVER 

ynxf1lovers: OMG MY FAVES 

yourbestfriend: crazy time in sin city 🎰🍹🪩

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chasestokes: living ur best life miss y/n 

╰ yourusername: you know it 😎

f1wagupdates: i know she’s not an official wag but can we make an exception cause i need to see y/n at more races 

╰ user4: AGREED ^ 

╰ ynloverr: A MOOD !!! 

oscarpiastri: youre such a vibe 

╰ yourusername: thank you thank you, i try 

╰ landonorris: send me the film pics, i need them for the .jpg account 

╰ yourusername: you got it ! 

landonorris: i feel so honoured to be featured on here 

╰ yourusername: you should, only the people i really like get posted 

╰ landonorris: is that you admitting you like me? ive been swooned 

╰ yourusername: 🙄

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user4: WOOO EVERYONE WAKE UP LANDO POSTED ON THE .JPG ACCOUNT 

landoobsessed: OMGGGG THESE PHOTOS ARE STUNNING 

ynfanforlife: OMG Y/N IS STUNNING AS ALWAYS 

oscarpiastri: its giving soft launch 

╰ landonorris: no its not 

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yourbestfriend: UHM Y/N CARE TO EXPLAIN @yourusername 

╰ yourusername: nope..im good 

user4: SO ARE WE ALL FREAKING OUT OR IS IT JUST ME 

╰ user5: I AM TOO 

╰ y/nfan: ME THREE 

╰ user15: ME X4 

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╰ yourbestfriend: HELLO???? THIS IS SO RELATIONSHIPY, I NEED DETAILS 

╰ yourusername: ITS NOT A RELATIONSHIP….I MEAN NOT YET 

╰ yourbestfriend: OMGGGGG 

landonorris posted on their story  

caption: this is the best you’re gonna get with a soft launch 

╰ oscarpiastri: is it a soft launch if you’ve already posted her on the .jpg account 🤔

╰ landonorris: get out 

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certified lover girl 

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yourbestfriend: my best friend is a stunner

╰ yourusername: says you 

obx: consider us certified y/n lovers 

╰ yourusername: i love you guys 

ynfan: SHES GLOWING FOR REAL 

landoandynaremyparents: PLEASE JUST TELL ME YOU AND LANDO ARE DATING SO I CAN REST IN PEACE 

landonorris: no comment, im speechless 

╰ yourusername: youre not slick 

oscarpiastri: Y/N LANDOS REACTION TO THIS WAS PRICELESS, YOU CAUGHT HIM SO OFF GUARD 

╰ yourusername: hehe thanks for the live update 🤭

╰ landonorris: OSCAR GET OUT…again 

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kissed by the sun☀️💋

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yourbestfriend: i’ve never seen you so happy, the “sun” looks good on you 😉

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ynisthebest: C’MON ARE THEY SERIOUSLY NOT GONNA CONFIRM THIS, ITS SO OBVIOUS THEYRE DATING 

f1fan: I JUST WANT WHAT THEY HAVE 

╰ ynfan: YOU AND ME BOTH 

landonorris: wait when did you take that photo ?

╰ yourusername: when you had a zoom call with the team & you thought i was napping 🤭

╰ landonorris: youre sneaky, i love it 

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obxloverr: goals, actual goals 

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caption: when she makes you dinner >>> 

╰ oscarpiastri: when are you gonna start calling her your girlfriend publicly 

╰ landonorris: when we’re both ready, its fun doing this and seeing how people react, yourself included 

╰ oscarpiastri: 🙄🙄

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landonorris: now i can publicly comment on how much i adore you 

╰ yourusername: youre such a simp, i love it, never stop 

╰ landonorris: don’t plan on it 

╰ oscarpiastri: not looking forward to third wheeling once the season starts up again 

╰ landonorris: HAHAHA that sounds like a you problem 

╰ yourusername: OSC IGNORE HIM, WE LOVE YOU 

╰ landonorris: BABEEEEE

yourbestfriend: can he fight ? cause if he hurts you, i go full bestie protective mode 

╰ yourusername: HAHAHAH i appreiciate you, more than you know 

╰ landonorris: i don’t plan on hurting her, you have my word 🫡

╰ yourbestfriend: good answer 

ynfan: THEY REALLY ARE THE CUTEST 

f1wagupdates: NEW WAG, I REPEAT NEW WAG ADDED TO THE LIST!!! 

user4: CANT WAIT FOR THE Y/N PADDOCK CONTENT ONCE RACES START 

user15: I’M SO HAPPY FOR THEM 

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found my other half 🫂

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yourusername: never met anyone more into film and photography, other than myself..😍

╰ landonorris: thats why we work 😏

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f1fan: living for this 

ynfan: STOPPPP 

maxverstappen1: siri play mastermind by taylor swift

╰ landonorris: STOP GET OUT 

╰ yourusername: wait WHAT DOES HE MEAN? TELL ME 

╰ landonorris: no

╰ yourusername: pleaseeeeeeee

╰ landonorris: respectfully, no 

╰ yourusername: 😠

You looked up from your phone, eyeing Lando across the room also on his phone “what is Max talking about?” You asked him this time in person 

“Nothing” he said not looking up from his phone

You got up, going to sit next to him “Babe, c’mon I’m sure it is nothing, I just want to know” you explained, you were just curious 

Lando looked up from his phone meeting your eyes “Okay fine” he said as he locked his phone and turned his body to be facing you “Its really not a big deal but before you and I met, even before you got invited by Mclaren, I reached out to Max cause I had seen at the Las Vegas grand prix you met eachother” he started

“And I was kind of upset, maybe even a little jealous that I crashed out and didn’t get the chance to meet you, so I called Max and asked what you were like” He chuckled to himself, it sounded funnier saying this out loud 

“Okay but why were you upset you didn’t get to meet me?” You asked, not fully understanding what he was getting at

“You were one of my biggest celebrity crushes” He told you a small blush appearing on his face “Which is why when I didn’t get to meet you after Vegas, I may have mentioned to someone on the admin team to reach out and invite you to the last race of the season” He finished 

“Wait so you already had a crush on me before we even met? Lando thats so cute” You smiled at him “I get why Max commented that now, you really were the mastermind, I’m impressed” You smirked 

“Really? You don’t think its weird or anything?” He asked for reassurance 

“Not at all” You told him, moving closer to him on the couch “If you hadn’t have done what you did, who knows if we’d be here right now” You explained smiling at him, Lando returning the same smile 

“I cant imagine not having you in my life” He exclaimed, playing with the rings you had on your fingers “The feelings mutual” You told him leaning in and giving him a quick kiss on the lips before pulling back and cuddling into his side enjoying this moment. 

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landonorris: i don’t plan on it, youre stuck with me 🥹

╰ yourusername: sounds good to me 

maxverstappen1: happy everything worked out for you two 

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ynfan: mom and dad 

f1fan: endgame 

ynislife: our girl found her happily ever after 

obx: y/n we couldn’t be happier for you and feel free to bring him around once filming starts, maybe we can sneak him in as a cameo 😉

╰ yourusername: OMG DONT TELL HIM THAT 

╰ landonorris: WAIT FOR REAL 

╰ yourusername: no they’re joking..

╰ obx: maybe we are, maybe we aren’t, who knows 🤷🏻‍♀️

╰ obxfan4life: the obx admin knows what the fans want 

f1fanxobx: THE F1 X OBX: CROSSOVER OF THE CENTURY 

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that was so fun to write, i hope you enjoyed it !!

feel free to comment thoughts and/or make requests !! 🫶

[cherry-jamm]

Just not him

・❥・ Your situationship doesn’t like that you were seen with another man

・❥・word count: 1.2k

・❥・warnings: Homelander and The Deep (they’re their own warnings), fade to black smut, Homie is a little toxic, supe!reader

・❥・I don't write smut because I'm not good at it, but I'm not good at it because I don't write it, a viscous cycle.

Also sorry if this doesn't make much sense I was in and out of consciousness while writing 😝

"No. No way am I doing that."

"(Y/n), your sexuality is part of your brand. May I remind you your approval rates are going down by the minute." Madelyn sighs.

"Yeah, I get that, but you expect me to go out there and flirt with The Deep? I'd be making a fool of myself." Your cheeks are hot as you try to defend yourself.

"Ah, ah, you'd be making a spectacle, and that's exactly what we need right now. Drama, scandal, rumors."

"And it has to be him?" You deadpanned. "It can't be anyone else? What about Homelander?" You felt yourself becoming desperate.

“Homelander? And you?” A smile breaks out on her face, but she tries to hide it. “I don’t mean any offense, but you two aren’t an ideal pair up.” She talks to you like you’re a child. You fight the urge to tell her that you and Homelander are actually a very good pair. “Anyways, recently you and The Deep have been trending, as a couple.” You scoff.

Recently on a podcast with some man you’re sure is very popular in a different crowd, The Deep confessed that he found you to be the most attractive member of The Seven. Ever since then a burst of videos were posted of cute moments between the two of you, which turned into edits, which turned into fan art, which turned into fanfiction. You fought the urge to gag, who even makes that stuff? From a marketing perspective, it made for great business, a romance angle brought new eyes to the scene. To you, it was demeaning.

“Fine. But I’m not going to take this any further than a few flirtatious remarks at tomorrow’s gala.” You remind yourself it’s not good to anger someone like Madelyn, she’s scarier than she lets on. Madelyn nods and you walk out of her office, much more embarrassed than you were when you entered. As you stormed down the hallway to the safety of your own home, none other than The Deep greeted you.

Speak of the devil and he shall arrive.

“Hey! How are you doing today, cutie?” He starts. He practically salivates as he walks beside you. You feel like you’re gonna be sick.

“I’m not in the mood right now.”

“C’mon, why don’t you let me take you out for a drink or two? We’re supposed to be all over each other tom-“

“Not in the mood!” You cut him off. Your walking increases to practically sprinting until you reach your home. You slam the door shut behind you. You shrugged off your clothes and crawled into bed. No way in hell were you getting out of bed until the last possible minute.

You stood, still as a statue. You wore a deep purple outfit. The silks enveloped your body in a sexy, yet elegant way. You had never felt more bored in your life. The Deep had his hand positioned on your lower back, where it had been all night. You had already talked to everyone important, you made sure the photographers got enough shots of you coquettishly whispering in The Deep’s ear, or leaning on him while being in conversation. You had taken notice to the fact that Homelander had yet to arrive. The gala would be ending soon, and without an appearance from the leader of The Seven himself. His absence further ruined your mood.

You and Homelander were in a bit of a situationship. There was no official label for your relationship. He’d come to your house just to sleep with you one day, then act like you two were strangers the next. You had learned to accept that nothing serious would come from the relationship. But there was still a part of you that wished he had come tonight.

“(Y/n), big smiles.” The Deep reminded. “Why do you look so fucking depressed?” His voice was low enough that it would look like casual banter to any outsider. His hold on the small of your back grew tight.

“Back off and mind your own business.” You said through gritted teeth. You forced a coy smile and blush onto your face as if he had just said something really flustering to you.

“Hey you two!” You felt your brows furrow. Sometime between two minutes ago, when you last scanned the room, and now Homelander had entered, and without you noticing. Your fake smile melted into a real one.

“Homelander.” You greeted. The Deep pulled you in impossibly closer. He didn’t say anything, just nodded. You had a feeling he was scared of Homelander.

“Do you mind if I borrow them?” Homelander asked The Deep. All of you knew it wasn’t a question, just a thinly veiled demand. “You seem to have them chained down.” He laughed, referring to the vice grip currently on your back. After a second the hold was gone, The Deep had already walked off to get himself another drink.

It was just you and Homelander now. He moved close to you to whisper in your ear.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He asked with a plastic smile. You felt your stomach drop.

“My job.” You shot back with an equally fake smile. You watched as his cheeks turned red with anger.

“No.” He grabbed your wrist. “We’re leaving.” You planted your feet in the ground.

“Excuse you?”

“I said, we’re leaving.” He hissed.

“They’ll have my head if I’m seen leaving with you.”

“They can fucking suck it up. I’m The Homelander. I get who I want, when I want. We’re leaving.” He dragged you by the wrist to pull you out the back doors. You were acutely aware that all the photographers turned away their cameras after seeing the expression on Homelander’s face.

The cold night air curled around your exposed skin, but you had no time to even breathe it in before your head hit the wall behind you and Homelander’s lips were on yours. His hands gripped your waist as he pulled you closer to him. You push him away, sucking in deep breaths.

“What’s gotten into you? Why are you acting like this?” You ask breathlessly. You can’t say you don’t enjoy this possessiveness, but he’s never made such a scene for you before, especially in public. He doesn’t answer before pulling you back into another hungry kiss.

He pulls away, his breath hot against your neck. “You’re mine. All fucking mine. No one else can have you, especially not that fucker Deep.” He pants. His grip tightened in a way you’re sure would bruise if it wasn’t for your invulnerable skin. “Fucking say it. Say that you’re mine.” A tone of pathetic desperation creeps into his voice. You smile and curl your fingers in his hair.

You wish Madelyn could see you now. Not a good pair, as if.

“I’m yours, Homelander.” You assure him. He whines against your collarbone. You’re sure tomorrow he’ll go back to pretending none of this happened, but for now you revel in his attention. “Why don’t you show them that I belong to you?”

It’s so petty, just a cheap way to stick it in Madelyn’s face. Homelander grins as he tries to suck a hickey on your neck. Both of your smiles quickly faded at the realization that there’s no way to bruise invincible skin. “Shit.” You cursed under your breath. Homelander looked up at you with his big blue eyes. You run your fingers through his hair.

“I’m sure you could show them in a different way.” You smirked.

[willowpains]

pairing: drew starkey x fem. reader!

summary: cast member reader and drew take on poguelandia

warnings: none

disclaimer: english is not my first language so I apologize for any grammar mistakes<3

the release of season 3 was just around the corner, and as a way to interact with the fans and give the new season some promotion, the obx team had decided to launch an event where fans would be able to live a pogue experience with the cast, which created a lot of anticipation in the fan community and had everyone in the world wishing they could attend, cause everyone was gonna be there to have a good time.

y/n was a little nervous, this event was a big deal, and as she arrived at the place in the back of the van with madelyn, her palms started sweating and her heart started racing. she had just joined the obx cast last season, along with carlacia, and this was going to be one of the first big interactions she was gonna have with the cast out in public as well as with the fans. she knew fans liked her character and cheered on her as an actress, but what if that was not the case when they saw her in real life? her impostor syndrome truly winning that day.

“everything ok y/n?” Madelyn asked noticing how the girl kept looking out the window as she played with her hands, a way to cope with her anxiety.

“i’m just feeling a bit nervous, that’s all. nothing to worry about” she answered seeing how the van came to a stop in a secluded area of the event.

her friend understood, to this day, she still got nervous at events, she believed it was impossible to get used to living this life and getting that much attention.

“just breathe, we’ll all be together and you’ll have a great time, trust me” Madelyn told the girl while she gave her a comforting smile. Both girls had instantly clicked since y/n joined the series, and had been glued to each other since then, they found a best friend in each other, and their love and care could be seen in and off screen.

“is drew already here?” y/n asked getting off the van and walking to where some of the crew were giving details on what they needed everyone to be doing.

just as she finished her question the tall man appeared around the corner making her smile, he was with Austin while a couple of crew members surrounded them, looking like they had just come from looking around the event, probably interacting with some fans. As drew noticed the van, he quickly began walking towards them, locking eyes with the anxious girl who relaxed immediately after seeing him approach.

“there’s my girl” he said into smile as he closed the distance between them hugging y/n to his chest, feeling her relax under his touch. “what took you guys so long?”

drew and y/n had met while filming season two of the show, and they had immediately become really good friends, best friends someone could say. they spent a lot of time in each other’s trailers, and their chemistry and the way they looked at each other was something all their friends could notice, but for some reason, it was something that both of them didn’t seem to grasp until long after they met, cause it was just before beginning to film season 3, that they couldn’t keep denying their feelings to each other, finally deciding to be together.

the only thing is, they decided to keep it private. and it’s not that they weren’t sure they loved each other, but they were scared of the reaction of the fans, so to that day, they have been trying to keep it low key, and it’s not like much changed, I mean, ever since they met they have had this bond that had fans questioning if they were more than friends, so all they had to do was keep the pda to themselves, even though they kind of fail in the attempt.

“traffic was insane, but it definitely allowed us to make our grand entrance” said Madelyn while she looked around seeing how they were the last to arrive.

drew could feel y/n’s quick heartbeat in his chest, so looking down to her he asked “is everything ok love?” while putting her hair behind her ear in a loving way.

y/n nodded slowly looking into his eyes and giving him a small smile “just a little nervous, don’t know what to expect honestly” she admitted.

Drew held her face while giving her a small peck on the lips “it’s ok to be nervous, if I’m being honest with you, on the way here my hands were dripping sweat” he said while stroking her cheek “and I’ll be next to you for as long as you need me to”

Y/n inhaled a deep breath while nodding to her boyfriend, she knew he was being serious, after all, since they started being friends and now as a couple, all drew had ever done was made her feel comfortable and secure, always giving her words of encouragement and being there for her when she needed a shoulder to cry on or someone to have a laugh with.

Drew took her hand in between his and started to walk towards where the rest of the cast was hanging out, as well as where some crew members were giving directions as to what kind of content they needed to film . “Let’s take on poguelandia” y/n said with a smile.

…

After a few hours filming some content for obx’s social media, and interacting with some fans, some of the guys, along with drew and y/n decided you wanted to tag along and enjoy the music.

after your nerves and anxious thoughts had washed away after and eventful day, you let yourself enjoy the event and have fun with your friends, so after you got your drinks and arrived on the platform with the rest of the cast, you decided you were gonna enjoy the rest of the day with the people that you loved.

“feeling better already huh?” drew whispered into your ear as he stood behind you with his arm around your shoulders while he held his drink in the other hand.

you nodded while you let yourself rest your head on his chest behind you.

you two weren’t nervous about being this touchy in public, you had always been that way, which was why you always had the fans wondering if you two were friends or more than that. you had always been very comfortable around each other, and being physical with each other had felt natural from the begging, so nothing had changed about that, all you had to be careful with was no kissing in public, which was definitely hard cause it was all you two wanted to do while being around each other in the warmth of the desert.

“being around you always makes me feel better” you told him while you left a quick kiss to his arm that was still around you keeping you close to him.

drew tried to hide giddy his smile while he sipped his drink “glad to know the effect is mutual love” he answered as he rested his chin on top of your head as you both swayed together to the beat of the music playing in front of you guys.

what had started as a nerve wracking experience for you had definitely turned into one of the best days with your friends and boyfriend.

…

TikTok

*a fan video captured the two of you swaying to the beat of khalid’s music and drew had his arm around you and you rested your head on his chest*

poguelife THEY ARE ADORABLE

sarahswife can they confirm their relationship already?

holybandana stop they’re definitely dating

drewmyman they’re not together guys, they’re just friends and that’s how they’ve always acted around each other

y/ncloset all this videos of them together at poguelandia are keeping me alive

obxcharleston people said they saw them kissing a couple of times

chase4life I’m scared I don’t want them to end up like chase and maddie

twinkielover could y’all leave them alone? if they are or aren’t together is none of our business, LET THEM BE

hourlyrafe MY FAVORITE PEOPLE

*so I had been wanting to write something for drew because he just lives in my mind rent free, first blurb I write in here so I’m not sure is any good, but I did enjoy writing a lot!

[megantheebaddest]

Reader and Drew were in a relationship for about 3 years before OBX came out. They have a 3/4 year old daughter together. However, around 2022 they split due of rumors about Drew and Odessa and it seems he did have a thing for Odessa. Drew still spends time with their daughter and whenever he picks her up Odessa always seems to be with him, it upsets Reader to see how quickly he moved on. Reader expresses her feelings to Madelyn Cline and Madison Bailey as she is still good friends with cast members despite her and Drew no longer being together.

I love your work so much and I loved this idea so much hopefully you can do this I would really appreciate it 🤍

a/n: Thank you so much for this idea. I loved writing this🥹 I hope you don’t mind that i changed a little bit and i had to give them a some what happy ending 😁 lol

warnings: none

Y/d/n = Your daughter’s name

Turn Back Time

“Daddy’s coming, daddy’s coming” Your daughter was singing while jumping on your bed, you were fixing yourself up in the mirror. You looked at her through the mirror and smiled.

“Yep he’s on his way! What do you think you and daddy will do today?”

“Everything!” She screamed and landed on her little butt.

You giggled. You loved how much she adored her dad, despite the fact that you guys are no longer together. He still made it a priority to see her multiple times a week and take her overnight some weekends. Some days and nights were harder than others, even though you both fought and argued a lot, you were both always on the same page when it came to your daughter.

“Come here baby, mommy’s gonna miss you” You say scooping her up in your arms. She cuddled into you. You both heard a car door slam shut. “He’s here!!!!!” She jumped off the bed and ran as fast as her little legs could go. You followed behind her with a smile. There were a few small knocks at the door and your daughter gladly opened it.

“Daddy!!!” She ran into his arms, he was squatting down to her level she almost knocked him over.

“Y/d/n!! Hi baby girl!” he said back, squeezing her and kissing all over her face making her giggle.

You couldn’t help but notice his car was still running, Odessa sitting in the passenger seat. You rolled your eyes subtly and shook your head, gaze falling to the floor. Drew set y/d/n down and looked at you with a small smile. Your daughter ran back in the house to collect the things she was taking for her visit.

“Hey mama” Drew said stepping foot into the entry way. Your dog that you once shared together ran up to him. “Hi buddy!” drew quietly said petting the dog.

“Hi Joseph” you said short turning your gaze elsewhere.

“What do you have planned for the day?” He asked.

“Catching up with Madison and Madelyn, we’re getting some lunch.”

“Oh so in other words a get together to talk shit on me?” He said smirking and winking playfully.

“Not everything is about you.” You say rolling your eyes.

“Relax, i’m only kidding. What’s up with you? You seem off?” He asked “Is it that time of the month?” He joked laughing a bit.

“Alright. Y/d/n!!! Come on, time to go!!” You yelled shaking your head.

“Y/n i’m just messing with you!” He said with a smile on his face. “Come on, talk to me what’s up?”

“Why do you bring her to my house.” You said motioning towards his car. You stood there with your arms crossed feeling vulnerable. “When are you gonna admit you guys are dating?”

“Why would i admit or say something that’s not true?” He asked with an annoying tone.

You just chuckled and shook your head. “Mhm”

“Come on, quit being like that y/n. What do you still care about me?” He said wiggling his eye brows, starting to mess with you again.

“Wish I didn’t.” You say quite enough for just you two to hear.

“I’m ready!” Y/d/n interrupts dragging an over flowing bag with toys and random ‘necessities’.

“You don’t mean that.” Drew said still looking in your eyes, you could sense a little hurt in them. You leaned down to kiss your daughter bye.

“Have fun girlfriend!” You say standing back up. She ran out the door and Drew just stood there looking at you with sad eyes. Once you looked at him he just turned and left. You watched your daughter run to the car. “Dessa!” you heard her scream, you watched Odessa wave at her excitedly with a huge smile on her face. Drew buckled your daughter in and usually he turns to wave bye to you, but this time he didn’t.

——

“I don’t know, sometimes i wonder what it would be like to have my family together. I do love him still, so much” Saying the last part just barley over a whisper. Madelyn looked at you with understanding eyes. Madison just pouted her lips.

“I don’t understand why he doesn’t just admit they are together.” You say defeated.

“Oh Y/n.. They aren’t together! They really are just good friends.” Madelyn says. “I hang out with her sometimes and she’s always hooking up with someone different.” she says giggling.

“Oh” You say, thinking back to how you’ve been treating Drew. “Well fuck, i’m such an asshole i should’ve took his word for it. I’m so stupid.” You say putting your head in your hands.

“No, you just aren’t over him, and that’s totally okay!! You both need to have a serious conversation about it. Madison said. You shook your head agreeing.

“Okay enough talk about that, what have you girls been up to?” You ask, thinking about how you said not everything was about Drew but here you are doing just what he’d said.

———

Folding your daughter’s laundry in the living room getting some chores done with an extra big glass of wine before your daughter gets home, you find yourself zoning out thinking about how this conversation could go. You’d hoped he’d want to have one with you. You heard faint quiet knocks at your door, letting you know she was home. You stood up, all the wine you’d consumed hit you and you were feeling a little dizzy. You weren’t drunk just feeling tipsy, you silently admit to yourself that maybe you shouldn’t have had that extra glass. You make your way to the door and swing it open expecting to see a happy energetic girl, but instead she was sleeping, clinging to her daddy for dear life. He was rubbing small circles on her back and swaying back and forth. You smiled at him but he brushed it off and whispered to you. “I’m gonna lay her in her bed. Is that okay?” He asked looking to the ground. You shook your head yes, following him to her room.

He carefully laid her in her bed and tucked her in extra comfy, you were glad he’d already put her pajamas on. You thought to yourself how amazing he was with her, it came so natural to him. He stood up and naturally backed up so you could kiss her. You leaned down kissing her and whispering sweet nothings in her ear. Drew couldn’t help thinking the same of you. His favorite thing about you was that you are the mother to his child. He wouldn’t want it any other way.

“I’m gonna head out y/n..” Drew turned to leave.

“Wait!” you whisper yelled, losing your balance a little from the wine.

Drew raised an eyebrow. You grabbed his arm and led him out to the hallway. “I wanna talk to you about things.” You said looking up into his eyes.

“Y/n I already told you, it’s not like that with her” He said already getting annoyed.

“Nooo not about that, we’ll kind of but not.”

Drew’s eyes flickered between yours, the corner of his lip slowly turning up. “Are you drunk?” He laughs.

“What? No. Absolutely not. I just had a glass of wine.”

“One glass?” He said smiling.

“Fine 2… big ones. Come on, will you please talk to me?”

“Of course, you know i’ll always talk with you” he said following you to the living room. He took a seat next to you immediately grabbing a piece of y/d/n’s laundry to fold. You just watched him for a few moments while you gathered your thoughts.

“I’m sorry Drew. I’m sorry for how i’ve been treating you recently i-i just can’t help but think how different everything would be if..”

“If we never broke up?” He finished your sentence.

A sigh escaped your lips as you reached for your wine glass. “I think about it all the time. I wish I could go back and change things. Change my feelings, my insecurities within the relationship, everything.” You say fiddling with your glass.

Drew continued folding the rest of the clothes. He just listened and shook his head in an understanding way.

“Every time I see you I think about how much I miss you.. I miss you so much.” You whispered the last part.

“Y/n.” Drew sighed putting a shirt down. “Come here” He patted his lap.

You looked at him and then back to your drink. You set it down and carefully straddled his lap. You watched as his eyes scanned every inch of your face, your eyes closing at the feeling of him pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“There isn’t a day where i don’t sit and wonder those exact things. I love you, I always have and I always will. You and Y/d/n are my life. Nothing will ever compare nor will anything ever change that. I hate what happened and knowing how you felt but we can’t change the past. Everything happens for a reason honey.”

You sat on his lap listening with tears streaming down your face. Drew brought both of his hands up to your face to wipe the tears from under your eyes with his thumbs. He brought your head towards him and placed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I mean it Y/n, I love you to death”

“I love you” you whispered.

You leaned against his chest, his hands naturally rubbing all over your back to soothe you.

“Mmm” you hummed in comfort. The sound of his heart beat, the smell of his cologne, his embrace all made you feel so safe and content. You have missed this feeling so much.

“Drew?”

“hmm?” He said looking down at you running his hand through your hair.

“I need you.. Like really bad”

He grinned from ear to ear crashing his lips into yours.

[thorias]

SEASON 2 WISH LIST:

-Madelyne is resurrected as a Horseman along with Gambit: I think there's a better story to tell with Madelyne being brought back (at least temporarily) than staying dead. The X-men having to fight her too would give Cyclops and Cable a more personal stake in this Apocalypse storyline, not that they really needed one, but still...

I said in another post that I wouldn't want to dilute the "Saving Gambit" story by making a bunch of other X-men Horsemen as well, but if it's just Madelyne, then I think it's okay. And I wouldn't expect Madelyne to survive this story anyway, since, aside from tying up a couple loose threads with the Summers family, her arc is basically finished now.

Plus, I just kind of like the idea of giving Deathbit a buddy in the spurned lover department; that could be fun.

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-Sabretooth returns. Logan (sans adamantium) has to fight him... and loses: I've always liked the idea that Sabretooth would probably beat Wolverine in a fair fight, (dude is like 3x Logan's size after all) but it's never been a fair fight since the adamantium basically made Logan unstoppable. But take the adamantium away and suddenly Wolverine is the underdog for a change, which makes the match-up a lot more interesting. And what's even the point of doing the bone claws story if it's not to see how Logan deals with being in a weakened state like this?

Granted, I want to see this for selfish reasons since Sabretooth is one of my favorite villains, but come on! Victor is long overdue for a W against Wolverine, and if he can't get it now, then I'm calling BS lol.

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-Mystique returns, working for Apocalypse: I think Demayo shot down the Val-Cooper-is-Mystique-in-disguise theory, (correct me if I'm wrong about that) but it would be pretty ridiculous if we didn't see her in season 2 since she worked with Apocalypse in XTAS on multiple occasions.

Plus, there's a ready-made story there with her and Rogue. In the 90s cartoon, Mystique wanted to get Rogue back as her daughter so badly that she was even willing to turn Rogue into a Horseman to do it. So just imagine if Mystique had a hand in convincing Apocalypse to resurrect Remy as Deathbit, or at least helped him pull it off, because she saw this as a way to get back into Rogue's good graces. That would add some really interesting pathos to a story that's already super emotionally charged.

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-Costume changes: I get that Marvel has toys to sell, but the different suits the team got in season 1 ain't it. Sorry, they're just not. The only one who pulled it off was Storm. Everyone else got a serious glow down. I actually felt low key embarrassed for Scott and Jean trying to make those retro costumes from the 60s/80s eras work; there's a reason those designs stayed in the past, you guys.

And I even like Rogue's green & white suit in the comics, but in the show it just looked awkward with the gloves being a different shade of green than the rest of it. I'd take just about any of her other costumes over this one.

Either change the suits again or go back to the old versions because I'm not feeling these current ones at all.

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-Magneto has a reunion with his kids... and it doesn't go the way he wants: We saw in the season 1 finale that Mags' separation from his children is something that's at least been bothering him, (though not enough for him to lift a finger to save them from being killed along with everyone else on Earth if he succeeded in destroying the planet's electromagnetic field, but I guess we're blaming that on bad writing) so I want him to meet his kids in season 2... only for it to go as horribly as it possibly could.

It would be both ironic and hilarious if Magneto is hoping to patch things up with his kids, only for Pietro and Lorna to try to fight and arrest him the instant they see him (X-Factor doesn't seem to be a thing anymore, but let's say they're still government employees and have the authority to arrest criminals/terrorists) because he did after all murder millions of innocent people with that EMP AND try to murder every other living thing on the planet, including them.

I mean, let's not kid ourselves, there's no way this family reunion is going to be a happy one after what he did. SOMEBODY has to hold Magneto accountable for that, and his own children doing it is about the most fitting thing that I can think of.

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-A big story arc for Gambit: Romy fans got gipped in season 1, and even if you're just a Gambit fan, you still had to settle for scraps with him only playing a major role in one episode, which coincidentally was the one where he got killed off. Yes, the stage is set for Deathbit to have a really compelling story in season 2, but that's going to depend on how it's done and frankly, after I got burned so many times in the first season, I'm skeptical that the writers will give this the care and attention it deserves.

Demayo said it was "key" that Remy died thinking he didn't deserve to be a hero and that Rogue had chosen Magneto instead of him. These things have gone unaddressed in the show since then, so I'm going to assume they're being saved for the Deathbit story and THE PAYOFF FOR THIS BETTER BE DAMN GOOD.

I want to see all of Remy's low self-esteem, self-loathing and resentment over the Rogneto debacle get twisted into a dark rage that Deathbit throws back in everyone's faces. AJ himself said that Remy didn't feel valued by the X-men or Rogue when he died, so use that! Make it part of the story! Make them own up to it. Force Rogue to confront her own feelings about how she handled that situation, (so far, she's been avoiding doing this) so it can factor into how they bring him back.

I know a lot of us assume that freeing Remy from Apocalypse's influence is going to come down to Rogue finally telling him that she loves him. And, yeah, that should be a big part of it, but it shouldn't be the only part. That's fine as far as Rogue is concerned, but Remy needs an arc too, and I just want it to be worth the wait after they put us through all this.

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-Deathbit vs Magneto: This needs to happen. Aside from the fact that Romy fans will have been clamoring for it for a long time, frankly, both characters are going to want it too. Mags will no doubt view Deathbit as the reason why he can't get Rogue back, and Deathbit... well, we all know what his reasons are; he'll likely want to take Magneto apart just for the pure satisfaction of it.

Now since Magneto's so OP, Gambit wouldn't stand much of a chance in a straight fight under normal conditions, but we know Apocalypse evolves/enhances mutants' powers when they become Horsemen, so imagine if he unlocked Gambit's Omega potential, so Remy has his New Son powers now, or at least a heightened version of what he had before. So Magneto goes in brimming with confidence that he's going to wipe the floor with his rival for Rogue's affections, but then in a shocking twist, Deathbit breaks out his newly enhanced power set and turns the tables on him.

Do I really want to see Mags get taken down a peg and humbled by Gambit? Sure. But narratively, this makes a ton of sense to do. Since Demayo loves Magneto so much, I highly doubt it will happen, (certainly not with this outcome at least) but I think it would be super satisfying for fans.

[aaronhotchswife]

THE WAY YOU MAKE ME FEEL

Drew Starkey x Female Reader

Chapter 3

Warnings : alcohol, smut, loss of virginity This is the last chapter of this serie. I hope you'll enjoy it !

chapter 1

chapter 2

"There are many things in life that will catch your eyes, but only a few will catch your heart. Pursue those. " -Michael Nolan

It’s the first time that we’re all since Christmas. Drew is talking to the boys, telling him about how at his parents. We didn’t talk about what happened that day in his bedroom, I just apologized for acting like that and he told me not to worry. We’re just best friends trying to figure life out.

"If that is not Y/N!"

"Oh my god! Hiiii! How are you?" I asked the guy behind me, rising from my seat to hug him. "Guys, this is Oliver. He was my best friend from elementary to high school."

He smiles at them, his arm around my shoulder. When I ask him what he’s doing here, he tells me that his friends picked this bar to celebrate the New Year.

"Do you want a drink? " Olivier asks, pointing over two stools at the bar. I accept, taking his hand and following him. I see the girls looking at me with smiles and playful looks. I laugh softly, just wanting to have a drink with my childhood best friend. My heart belongs to Drew, but these past few days I just want to think about someone else and clear my mind. I’ve been in love with him for a long time now, always thinking about him and how cute and wonderful he is. From the moment we kissed as our characters for the first time to our fight, I keep loving him. But maybe now it’s time to let myself live at little bit, without him.

Drew’s point of view

I see her at the bar, talking with some guy. She’s sipping her cocktail, admiring him. I think Lacia sees the confusion on my face because she taps on my shoulder and explains to me who he is. He looks handsome and I can’t help but be a little jealous of how she looks at him. Especially when his hand finds its way down her back, murmuring something in her ear. It should be me with her like that, and I can’t help but be mad at myself for how things played out.

***

Y/N’s point of view

I’m outside with Oliver, still talking about what is going on in our lives. My phone rings and when I look at it, I see a text from Madelyn wishing me a happy New Year. I didn’t even realize that it was midnight already.

"Happy New Year Oli! "

"Oh! Happy New Year! I wish you everything you wish for. "

I smile before hugging him. It’s good to see him again after having lost touch after high school. When I break his embrace, his lips find mine, kissing me softly. I smile on his lips, my face finding its way on his chest.

"Don’t get shy on my now, " he laughs.

"I’m sorry, I just didn’t except kissing someone tonight. Listen, I just probably go check on my friends, they must probably wonder where I went. You have my number so text me whenever you want, " I kiss his cheek goodbye before turning around and entering the bar.

Drew’s point of view

I see her coming back to our table, her lipstick a bit smudged. I don’t need more clues to understand what just happened with her and that man. I look at her, my head filled with memories of the feelings never told and at this moment, I realize that I need to be hers. I would crawl home to her if it was what it took for her to want me.

"You had fun with your friend?" I ask.

"I did. Thanks for asking…" she responds.

"Yeah, I can see that. "

She looks at me with an awkward smile, before sitting next to Maddie, who is almost sleeping on the table. She wakes her up, telling her that she’ll drive her home since she just had one drink.

"C’mon Mad. Let’s get you home. Drew, are you coming home too? "

I nod, before saying goodbye to everyone. Y/N drove Maddie home before parking her car at our apartment entrance. When she unlocks the door, she throws her heels away, sighing in relief.

"God, my feet are killing me. " She laughs, making her way to her bedroom, exiting it with her towel and pyjamas. "I’ll go in the shower; do you want to watch an episode of Modern Family after? "

"Of course. But I need to take a shower too before. I feel disgusting, " I chuckle.

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As we’re sitting on the couch, I look at her, not thinking twice before asking about Oliver. She explains to me that he was her best friend and that they kissed. I can feel the anger and the jealousy inside of me but I try to act as nothing.

"He’s cute but he is not my type. I would not have a relationship with him, if it what you’re asking. "

"Maybe it is, " I say. "Maybe it’s because I want you. "¸

"What? "

"I want you, Y/N. I want everything from you. I want you to be able to see yourself through my eyes and to realize how special you are to me. And tonight, when I saw you with him, I realized that I need you in my life more than a best friend. "  

"Drew…"

I suddenly have a feral urge to crash my lips on hers and I can feel she wants the same.

Y/N’s point of view

Drew’s lips are on mine and I can’t explain how it feels at the exact moment. Even if I kissed him for work, it doesn’t feel the same. It feels real. It is real. I can feel him smile against my lips when my hand grabs his hair, giving me a little push to sit on his thighs. One of his hands is on the end of my back and the other one is on my cheek. I can feel his tongue pushing against mine and I let him.  He lays me on the couch, his hand caressing my hair.

"Do you want to go in the bedroom? " He asks me, murmuring in my ear. He doesn’t have to ask me twice before my hand is in his and I bring him to my bedroom. He kisses me until my legs are on the side of the bed, making me fall on it. He’s on top of me, and his mouth is on my neck, giving me butterflies.

"I want you, Drew. Please. "

"Asked like that, it would be my pleasure, " he says chuckling.

His hands make their way to the hem of my shirt, pushing it further, asking for permission to undress me. I nod, watching Drew undress both of us.  Both of our breathing is shallow when he looks at me. I feel shy, being almost naked in front of me. His hand plays with the hem of my panties, his mouth leaving small kisses on my stomach. When he takes off my underwear, I can se his eyes glistening.

"You are so beautiful. Are you sure you want to do this? "

"Yes, Drew, please. "

He kisses me one last time, his fingers playing with my nipples, making them hard. His hand finds its way to my core, murmuring in your ear how wet I am. His fingers play with my folds, before pushing one finger slowly into me, making my breath stops. The palm of his hand rubs softly against my clit, and it that moment I never felt better.

He parts my thighs and he places my feet on his shoulders before placing himself between my thighs. The tip of his nose brushes delicately on top of my clit and his tongue glides slowly in my folds. The moan I do makes him smile against my core and when he looks at me, his face is all wet from my arousal. But now I want to make him feel good. I sit up, my hand taking his boxer off. My breath gets caught when I see how big he is. I tentatively put my hand around him, making up and down movements and with the way his head falls back, I guess I’m doing good.

"Fuck. " He moaned.

"Can I taste you? "

His eyes sparkled the second I ask him, and he replace himself to be comfortable, while I start leaving some small kisses on his cock. His hands grab my hair in a makeshift ponytail, before guiding my head up and down his cock. He stops me just before he could cum, kissing me softly.

"Are you ready? "

"Put your hands on my shoulders and squeeze if it hurts, and tell me if you need me to stop, okay? " He instructed.

I nod, while Drew slowly pushes the tip of his cock in me. He takes a sharp breath as he pushes into me, feeling my walls clenching around him.

"You’re doing really great baby, want me to move? " He says, his voice hoarse.

I agree and with that, it’s not long before Drew’s sweet sounds in my ear and each stroke of him against that perfect little spot make me grip the headboard.

"You feel so fucking good baby, so tight. "

"Drew. "

Drew’s point of view

"Drew. "

The way she says my name and the breathy moan that spills from her lips are too much, pushing me right to the end. I watch her as her head falls back on the pillow and her back arches, and I swear that I never saw something that perfect in my life. I try to catch my breath, while she does the same. I cuddle her, caressing her hair.

"Hey, I love you. "

She smiles at me, and her smile is literally the cutest thing I have ever seen.

"I love you too Drew. "

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[probably-writing-x]

Blushing Boy - Part 2

Summary:

Warnings: Some sexual hints, a little bit of cursing, Drew being a suggestive little shit

Author's Note: I lovedddd writing this thank you so much for your request, they are my favourite things to write. I hope you like this as much as you enjoyed the first part !! All my love, angels <3

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The best part of wrapping up on a series was always the afterparty that followed, especially when you got to work with your best friends. You no longer had to worry about being interviewed and avoiding spoilers, you didn't have to pose a thousand times for photos, you just got to enjoy yourself.

Since the Zoom interview had convinced the world that you and Drew should be together, you hadn't done much to disagree. You'd been on a few dates with him, treating it like you two were meeting for the first time - mainly because it felt like you were, when it was only now that you were seeing him this way. You hadn't told the rest of the cast, joking that it was just an idea from the producers to gain some attention for the show. So far, they'd managed to believe you but your castmates, and seemingly all of your fans, were just waiting for the proof that the two of you were an item.

This would be the first time you'd seen him with everyone else around. More than anything, you wanted it to just be the two of you so that you could be away from prying eyes and questions.

"(Y/N)!" Jonathon distracts you from your thoughts as he sees you walking over, he runs the rest of the space between you and hugs you tightly, "You look amazing!"

"Thanks honey," You smile, "You look very handsome, where's this from?" You point to his suit.

"Not a clue," He laughs, "Come on, we're all over here. Did you get stopped outside?"

"Yeah, so many fans and I didn't want to miss anyone," You nod, following him over to where the rest of the cast were stood.

Madison and Rudy spot you first, both stretching out their arms to hug you

"(Y/N)!" Madison beams, "Of course you're last."

You laugh and hug her. At the mention of your name, Drew looks up from where he'd been looking at something on Austin's phone. Your eyes lock onto him over Madison's shoulder and you fight to make sure you don't smile too widely, biting the side of your cheek.

"Good to see you, you look beautiful," Austin envelops you in his arms, "As always, right Drew?"

"As always, yeah," He clears his throat, smirking at you as you move to hug him next, when his head dips to your shoulder, he takes the opportunity to whisper in your ear, "Almost as good as last night."

You feel your cheeks heat up furiously almost as if he's flicked a switch in you.

You clear your throat and pull away, "Where can I get a drink around here?"

"Ooh, come with me," Madelyn reaches out a hand to you and leads you towards the bar.

You try not too think too hard about Drew's eyes lingering on you as you walk away.

"Are you okay?" Madelyn frowns when she looks back at you, "You look a little flustered."

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You're a few more drinks in by the time it seems all of the cast are back together again, you're stood in a big circle at one side of the room, all catching up after a couple of weeks without seeing each other. Having spent every day before that working together, it feels strange ever being apart.

From across the circle, you can see Drew's eyes solely focused on you. He knows it is making you nervous, from the way your hands hold the glass in your hands a little tighter and how you seem to be heating up with how flustered you're getting.

"So, (Y/N), what have you been up to? You've had a few weeks off, right?" Chase asks the question so nonchalantly that you wish you could answer with the same energy.

"Um," You sniff, "You know, just enjoying the break really."

"Yeah, I'm sure you've been really enjoying yourself," Drew raises his brows, taking a long swig of his beer to hide the smirk on his face.

You purse your lips together and look at him, trying to ignore the fiery heat on your cheeks, "Are you kidding?"

Drew tilts his head a little, like he's surprised you're trying to challenge him, "Do you have something to say (Y/N)?"

You hold eye contact with him for a second too long, biting the inside of your cheek once again, "Nothing, excuse me, I need a refill."

You hurry off quickly, taking a breath that you didn't realise you'd forgotten about. Clearly Drew was enjoying the idea of you two taunting over the line of keeping things a secret.

"What the hell is going on there?" You hear Rudy say from behind you but you keep going, sure you couldn't last another second around Drew and the whole group of them.

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You found yourself wrapped in conversation with your assistant and she asks you if you'll have some photos done for Netflix to post. Though, when you go over to the photo set, you see Drew is already waiting there.

"Come on, they want Outer Banks' hottest new couple," Drew smirks, and to everyone else he was referencing just your characters.

"Well, at least one of us is helping with the 'hottest' part," You taunt, fixing your dress around your chest and running a hand over to smooth your hair.

Drew stands close beside you and you breathe in the scent of his aftershave, the same smell that now clung to your pillows and sheets after the two of you... you know. He drops a hand low around your waist, just above the curve of your ass, low enough for you to feel weak under his touch. You shoot him a glare for just a second but he is just stood looking directly at the camera, that killer smile on his lips.

"You're a dick, you know that," You mutter under your breath, hiding your words behind your smile as the camera flashes.

"You're thinking about my what?" He looks down at you and laughs and you fail at fighting back your own smile when you look up to him too, the camera snapping at the exact moment, "Thanks guys," Drew nods to the photographers and holds his hand flat against your back to guide you away from them and down a corridor away from the rest of the party.

"Okay, so when we said about keeping this a secret did we understand that differently?" You cock a brow at him, glancing around to make certain nobody would overhear you.

Drew laughs, the kind that crinkles his eyes, "Oh come on, it's just too fun seeing you be the one that gets flustered now, I've had months of this."

"And whose fault is that?" You scoff, feeling like you are incapable of being drawn to him, "You could've told me."

Drew shrugs, "I think I did well biding my time."

"Oh yeah?" You nod, "Well it won't last much longer if you keep on like this."

He hums and drops his hands around your waist, walking you back until your back is pressed against the wall of the corridor, a strangely cold contrast against the heat of his touch. Drew has you blushing almost instantly, the confidence he'd struggled to keep around you before now oozing into everything he did. Knowing that you liked him too had given him a confidence you were yet to see before.

"I don't think that's going to happen," He mumbles, his lips are close enough that they almost touch yours when he speaks.

You wish you had the cockiness to try to act like you mean it. But you just seem to melt under his touch, a feeling you hadn't ever had from anyone else. It was just something about him, and the past few weeks had taught you that even more.

"So, we'll go back out there and pretend to be normal. I promise I won't make any more comments, if you promise," He drops his gaze to scan your body, "To let me take this off as soon as we're out of here."

You swallow the lump in your throat, watching the way his eyes drift over every curve of your body, remembering the exact placement of his hands over it only the night before, "Promise."

Drew smirks at you, hovering his lips just over yours once again so that they brush together with non-existent pressure, "Good girl."

[thecameronchronicles]

Welcome Home

TW: Smut. Language. 

SUMMARY: Sweet smut after you return home to Drew after a girl's trip. 

WORD COUNT: 1300

REQUESTED

The reader & friends going on a girls trip and Drew being sad and annoyed he cant come with her and is forced to be away from her for a few days and when she comes back they have i missed you sex ?💞

Welcome Home

"Gender exclusive trips are stupid." Drew muttered as you set the final article of clothing in your suitcase before smirking at his pout. 

"It's only for the weekend…" You reminded him as he spotted specific red lace that made him glare. 

"And WHY are you taking my favorite pair?!"

"Because I know they're your favorite." You teased as his pout worsened. Holding a sense of pity for him for a moment, you set yourself with one knee at the outside of his thigh as your other foot remained planted firmly on the ground. 

"I promise when I come back, you'll have my full attention…" You kissed his lips playfully, extending that trail to his cheek and neck as his fingers rode up the naked skin of your legs and beneath the skirt you'd chosen for today's ensemble. 

"It could be like this. On the plane. In the hotel room. After you get back going out with them…" 

"Which is why you have to stay…" His eyes narrowed as he pulled back, almost insulted. 

"If you come, I'll never leave the hotel."

"And the problem?"

"This is for Madelyn. She needs this, Drew…"

"And what about what Drew needs?" He muttered. 

"Don't worry baby, I'll take good care of you when I get back."

The flight was excruciating as you longed for him. You came to regret keeping him at home as you knew he would have calmed your nerves through the flight and given you a distraction once you landed at your destination. But once you were joined with your friends, many of whom you met through Drew, that melancholic sadness was altered for the distraction of the fun you had with them. 

At least it had until you felt that buzz. 

"Miss you. Hope you're having a good time." You could imagine the pout still across his face as you smirked at your phone. 

"Miss you too. Wish you were here." You grinned. 

"Are you serious?! I tried to! Now I am all alone. And cold."

"Are you naked Mr Starkey?!"

"Bet that favorite red lace on your ass that I am…" You managed to bite your lip without being teased about it as Madelyn carried the conversation about her latest project, all while you continued sexting Drew. 

"I'll be right back." You told Carlacia as she nodded, relaying the message to those who asked. 

"Are you behaving yourself?" You asked as you slipped into the bathroom stall, gliding off those panties before setting them on the edge of your fingers and sending the sight to him via a quick text. 

"Because I can't seem to."

"Call me." But before you could dial his number, his icon already came across your screen. 

"Baby, what are you trying to do?"

"I feel bad for leaving. And I can't stop thinking about you…I'm wet, Drew…"

"Fuck…" He breathed on his side of the phone. 

"Put one finger in. I want to hear you get yourself off for me…"

"I want it to be you-"

"And it could have been but you insisted I stay here. So you have to do it yourself. But I'm gonna listen."

"What about you?"

"I've been stroking since you sent me that picture…" You grinned widely as he groaned. 

"Now two fingers. Bend them just like I do…I want you to be quiet but let me hear that labored breathing, baby…" He chuckled. "Guess that's what you get for teasing me. Could be as loud as you want if I was with you…but now you have to be all quiet and I get to come so loudly for you…"

"Drew…" You breathed his name desperately as he scoffed. 

"Keep going baby. Thumb to your clit. I don't have to tell you…you know how I do it for you…" 

"Mmm…" You moved for him. 

"You close baby?" 

"So close…" You groaned as he smiled through his words. 

"Fuck…baby, me too…so fucking close for you…" 

"Come."

"You first." You fought the urge to cry out for him, managing to display that breathing he suggested before hearing him moan and reach his outlet for you. 

"I want you to put those panties back on so you don't drip everywhere. And I want them back on when you come home. Have a good night baby…I need to shower now." 

This was only a few hours after you left and you needed to get off. After a series of flirtatious texts, you became distracted in the club you were dragged to and the bar after that until you were taken back to the hotel. Falling asleep incredibly tipsy, you spent the next day sightseeing and shopping while sweeter texts were exchanged. 

But that Monday morning couldn't come fast enough. No matter the amount of times you tried to find relief by his pictures, his voice, or those dirty texts, nothing compared to him. His warmth. His strength. His dominance but also compassion. And it was why you were the first to leave the collection of girls that gathered for the weekend, all until you came back into Los Angeles later that night. 

Drew was waiting impatiently by the door, the second it came open, your face taken between his hands. 

"I want to hear about it…but I wanna make you come first…" He explained, lifting you up against the door as he kicked the door closed before leading you to the bedroom. Clothes were removed in quick succession as he saw you had obeyed his request. 

"How many times did you come for me in these?"

"Too many…not enough…"

"And you're still so wet?" You nodded. 

"Let me fix that…" He pulled the panties freely from your hips before pulling you over his shoulders. 

"Let me make it worse to make it feel better." He explained as you nodded, your back arching immediately as the single connection of his tongue to your sex made the distance worth it. He savored you, as always, only now, doing so slowly. Every single action collected in stride as you pleaded for him overhead. 

"Plesse, Drew…"

"You don't want to help me, baby? All those pictures…that teasing?"

"Plesse, I missed you…" 

"Show me…" He guided you to the edge of the bed as you followed suit. And yet, the usual stamina he expressed had been interrupted by the lack of usual release you had granted him nearly each and every day. Because of this, he drove you over him and returned you back to the flat rest on your back. 

"That mouth is dangerous, baby…"

"It's missing you…" 

"Does this?" He asked, slowly penetrsrinf your sex. "Oh, it has…" He breathed deeply in approval. 

"Please, Drew…I missed you…" 

"I missed you too baby… that's the only reason I'm not gonna tease you. But I'm still going to take my time." You nodded, basking in the slow strides that climbed to quick succession, only to return to savor the way you clenched around him. Hours were spent beneath him, another set in a straddle over him as he massaged your breasts while you drove him in to you, as you finalized the first interaction with the familiar, and favored, positioning of you on your knees and palms as he pulled you against his chest in those I moments prior to a mutual release. 

But through your high, he continued still, his fingers quickening at your clit as you pleaded his name. 

"DREW!"

"Three nights. I'd say that call for three orgasms…already one down…and I can already feel you close to a second…"

"Oh God!"

He grinned. "I'm going to show you just how much I missed you…give you a proper welcome home." He smacked your ass playfully. 

"And then you're going to make it up to me for having to sleep alone…Now where was I?"

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[rjmartin11]

As My Lord Wishes

Pairing: King Elvis & OC female

Summary: Young Madelyn is forced into a loveless arranged marriage with the King of Memphis. Life with Elvis isn't easy, especially when he treats her less than what a queen deserves. Over time, the relationship becomes something more. Love.

Author's Notes: Hello, my Elvis brothers and sisters. I've been absent for a while because I had to walk away from the Smut. I'll be around to read and talk when needed, but I'm officially retired. This story kind of popped in my head, and I wanted to share it with you. Enjoy, and let me know what you think.

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"Heavy is the head that wears the crown he said. Well, he never had to be married to the king," Madelyn said as she traipse around the King's library for a book. It was a grand library compared to the library in her father's castle.

Madelyn had been in her newly wedded husband's palace for two weeks now without one sign of tenderness or kindness. She was left alone right after the wedding with just a few servants to tend to her needs.

In fact, the day they met was forty-eight hours before the wedding. The moment Madelyn saw Elvis, her breath was taken away. She never saw a more gorgeous man in her life. He was six foot one with jet black hair. And his were bluer than the bluest sea. His face seems to have been sculpted by angels. It was as if the rug was pulled from under her. She was ready to bow for his majesty and pledge her undying love and devotion.

"So this is my bride?" Elvis asks his mother and advisors.

His was deep with a sultry drawl. His voice matched everything about him. He was absolutely handsome. Gorgeous even. The next words leave Madelyn speechless.

"She's not much to look at," he says, walking to her to get a better look.

Those words snap her back to her senses. They were so cold and unkind.

The day of their wedding, he never even kissed her. The minister didn't even say for him to kiss the bride. It was such a backward ceremony that Madelyn's head spun. He grabbed her hand to show their union. The reception was brief. Elvis didn't speak to Madelyn once. He didn't acknowledge at all. He had his guards take her to her room, where she spent her wedding night alone.

What should have been wedded bliss was replaced with bitter tears of loss. She didn't want to be in this marriage arrangement, but then he walked into her life and changed everything. It was like the fairytales she read as a child, but that was thwarted.

For the next two weeks, there was nothing but silence. No glimpse of him. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner were spent alone. On most days, Madelyn would walk through the flower gardens, getting lost among the flowers.

Today, Madelyn would rather read. Unsure of what she wants to read, Madelyn scans the series of books until something appears interesting enough. She pulls a book off the shelf that seems interesting. It's about a young girl who's adopted in a place called Prince Edward Island. Somewhere far away from Memphis. She starts to read until she hears a familiar voice.

"What are you doing here?"

Madelyn straightens up and looks at him, standing there with an advisor in tow.

"My lord," she says, bowing to him. "I was just looking for a book."

"Who told you that you had permission to come into my library to get a book or anything else?" Elvis asks.

"My lord, with so many books, I didn't think..."

"Like a woman to not think," he says, rolling his eyes. "It's true that women are better seen and not heard."

Madelyn pauses for a moment, allowing his words to cut her like a sword. She also has a sharp tongue and as half a mind to use it.

"It's children," she blurts out.

"I beg your pardon?"

"The term, my lord, is "children are better seen and not heard". I assure you I'm no child. I should have said something the day we met and you insulted me. You are so cold. There's no warmth in you at all. Your manners are less than..."

"SILENCE!" Elvis shouts, quieting her. He can't believe her outrageous outburst.

She can't believe that she let that off of her chest. Her heart pounds at the notion of talking him the truth.

"Who do you think you're talking to?" He asks her.

"A boy," she replies, looking into his eyes.

"This boy. Is still your king, and I demand your respect!"

"The king would do well to realize that I'm his queen and his wife, and I ask for respect!" Madelyn said. "After being alone for two weeks, I thought you would have at least managed to learn some manners."

Madelyn turns to walk away from Elvis, and then he shouts.

"Stop! You don't walk away from me until I dismiss you!"

Madelyn slowly turns to face Elvis.

"I apologize, my lord. That wasn't ladylike of me. If there are no more insults to be made, may I go?"

Elvis walks close to her and looks into Madelyn's eyes. Being this close to him overwhelms her. She holds her breath. The way he looks at her isn't intimidating. It's something else. It's something more. She holds her breath.

"You may leave, my queen," he whispers.

"Thank you, my lord."

Madelyn walks away from Elvis with her book in tow. As she walks away from Elvis, she starts to breathe more. There was something in his eyes that captured her. Something deeper than she's ever known. Will he ever let her close enough to know him?

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[dedicatednotobsessed]

I loved the daemon fic!!! Could I request a part 2 to reader and Daemon's story?? A bit of a back story of how he picked her? A first time smut for them

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Of course! For more HOTD requests, just submit a strong snack to Vhagar through my ask box 💚 {I will be opening my ask box soon for The Last Kingdom and Game of Thrones requests, so keep an eye out for that announcement! 💕}

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The Gold Cloaks [Daemon Targaryen x Reader]

Other HOTD stories [requests open]

Summary: {This is a prequel to another Daemon one shot. Click here for the sequel 🖤} You are one of the fresher faces in the brothels of Fleabottom, not knowing the true dangers that could lurk in the streets of silk until one night when a man decides to get too handsy….

WARNING: This is a smut one shot. Please read at your own risk.

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You chewed on your lip gently while brushing your fingers through your hair, getting ready for your first real night under Madame Katryna’s brothel. You felt your stomach flutter with nerves, not knowing what kind of men is going to walk through that door.

“Oh, gods,” Katryna mumbled as she walked into the main room where all the girls were gathered, some with their breasts out for appeal matters. “The gold cloaks are scaring off all of our customers.”

“Gold cloaks?” You asked, confused while furrowing your brows.

“The City Watch,” A dark haired woman named Aella spoke up. “The Rogue Prince is the head of them.” She had a smug smirk on her lips as she said it.

“The King’s brother?”

“Mm-hmm.” Aella’s smirk widened. “He is quite a charmer too.”

“And he is going to drive away all of my customers,” Madame Katryna growled out.

You looked over the Madame’s pudgy face, which was red with anger. It was clear that she was not a fan of the Rogue Prince.

“But Prince Daemon pays handsomely,” Another whore by the name of Madelyne spoke up.

Madame Katryna scoffed a bit. “We do not need him causing issues here. Now the lot of you, finish getting ready.”

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“Do you really believe the Prince will be coming?” You asked with bright eyes as you watched Aella and Madelyne finish getting ready.

“Oh, sweet one. Don’t be so full of hope,” A sickly sweet voice called out and your eyes turned to a redhead. Her name was Elyse and she liked to believe she was Madame Katryna’s second. “He only likes to go for the pretty ones.”

“Is that why he has not laid with you yet, Elyse?” Madelyne teased.

Elyse narrowed her eyes. “I was the first whore he laid with here.”

“I believe that title goes to Madelyne, but it is sweet that you think so highly of yourself,” Aella added with a small smirk.

Elyse huffed out a breath and turned to storm out. “I hope your first client is a monster, Y/N,” She spat out before heading off.

You looked down, Elyse’s words of venom staining your mind. You couldn’t help but wonder if her wish would come true. You jumped a bit feeling a gentle touch on your shoulder.

“Do not let Elyse get to you,” Aella said with a soft smile on her lips. “She is a witch in disguise and is envious that the Rogue Prince would rather lay with a sheep than with her.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at that. You didn’t know how true it was, but it comforted you a bit. You rubbed your arms a bit and looked down at the ground, the nerves fluttering in your stomach.

Aella smiled lightly and rubbed your shoulder. “You are a pretty one, Y/N. You should hold your head high with confidence and do not let anyone stomp your flame out.”

“Thank you, Aella.”

The dark haired girl smiled and nodded a bit. “Now, come. Even though the Rogue Prince is loose, I am sure there will still be some brave souls to venture in.”

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You fiddled with the red silky fabric of your dress, a gift from Madelyne when you first came to the brothel, as you watched each girl take a man to a private room; other women already with their clients in the main room. There was truly no such thing as modesty in the streets of silk.

“Now, aren’t you a beaut?”

Your eyes turned to look up at a man who was of a heavy build with a bald head. His eyes were dark and beady, it reminded you a bit of a rat. “W-would you like to go to a place more private?”

His belly shook as he laughed. “I would rather be out here.”

You nodded and took his hand, leading him towards a corner that was a bit more private. You turned to face him but his grubby hands were already on your dress, ripping the front off.

“Now don’t be so shy,” He said when you crossed your arms in front of your chest to keep some of your modesty.

You couldn’t help but whimper a bit as he pushed you down, trying his best to tug his breeches off. You have heard stories from Aella and Madelyne about men such as this, but you never expected it to be your first client.

“I want you to look at me when I stuff your wet cunt with my cock,” The man growled out as you fought against him.

“Let go of me.” You gasped when he suddenly struck you.

“I am paying for your service,” He whispered lowly in your ear. “Now act like a good little bitch and behave…or this will hurt.”

You closed your eyes tight, waiting for the pain to come but it never did. You heard the sound of steel being unsheathed and you looked up gasping seeing the end of a sword sticking out of the man’s throat. He fell on top of you, his breeches still pulled down, and you quickly pushed him off to the side before your eyes met the violet eyes of the Rogue Prince.

“I would have cut off his cock, but his throat was closer.” Daemon blew out a breath as he sheathed his sword and looked over you. “Come, let us get you cleaned.”

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You were quiet as you watched the Prince wet a cloth before he pressed it to your neck gently, lightly wiping at the blood stains that were left there from him killing the man.

Your eyes flickered up to his face, examining his features. The striking long white hair and stunning violet eyes gave away his House. Often times you would hear the girls gossiping about the brother of the King, yet you never imagined that he would be the one to save your life.

“Thank you for saving me,” You said after a moment. “I must repay you somehow.”

Daemon glanced up at you and shook his head a bit. “It is my job as a Gold Cloak, to protect the citizens of King’s Landing.”

You bit your lip gently and leaned over kissing him suddenly on the lips. “Please, my Prince. Let me show you my gratitude.”

Daemon stared at you for a moment before he set the cloth down and brought you close by the back of your neck. His lips felt gentle against yours, which surprised you. You reached up, placing your hands on either side of his face and deepened the kiss slightly, falling back onto your bed.

You looked up at him when you released the kiss for air, playing with the strings of his tunic. You helped him get it off, tilting your head as you traced patterns onto his chest. You looked back up at his face, noticing him watching you.

“Do you see something you like?” You teased with a small smile.

Daemon chuckled and leaned down, his lips brushing against yours. He trailed kisses along your jawline before they connected with your lips once more. You felt his hand trail along your skin, leaving goose flesh. His hands felt rough, calloused from his years of sword training.

You wrapped your arms around his neck while his hands moved between your thighs and furrowed your brows as he took his middle and index finger, pushing them inside of you.

“It will only hurt a little, I promise,” He whispered in your ear. “Do you trust me?” He asked softly.

You heard his breeches fall to the ground as you nodded. You looked into his eyes when he moved back a bit, taking his fingers out. You clutched tight onto his back as he positioned himself before he slowly made his way into you. You winced a bit and squeezed him lightly the further he went in.

“Relax,” Daemon whispered in your ear. “If you do not then you can’t enjoy yourself.”

You nodded and leaned your head against his, your breathing becoming labored as he hit your sweet spot. You let out a moan when he began to thrust, gripping onto your hips tight to keep you in place.

There was a sensation that ran through your body; it was an indescribable feeling. You furrowed your brows as he began to go faster, his thrusting becoming slightly rougher.

You leaned your head back letting out another moan. He moved his head down towards your breast and bit down lightly on your nipple. You tried to hold back a moan but you couldn’t help it as he continued to bite down before sucking lightly.

You ran your fingers through his long silver locks, arching your back lightly. You never imagined your first time in the brothel to be with the Rogue Prince and you certainly did not imagine him to make sure you are getting pleasure as well. When it came to the whores of Fleabottom, it was always give and never take.

“M-my Prince,” You moaned out feeling your legs beginning to shake.

That moan only caused him to go faster, your breath coming in short pants. You moaned while biting your lip gently before a loud moan passed your lips as he reached his limit inside of you.

Your chest was rising and falling fast as Daemon slowly pulled out, seeing blood on the tip of his cock. You laughed as he fell next to you and placed a hand on his flushed cheek.

“Are you satisfied, My Prince?”

Daemon looked over you and smirked lightly. “Quite…you perhaps will be my new favorite here….” He furrowed his brows in thought. “I never caught your name.”

You smiled softly. “It’s Y/N and you, my Prince, are my savior.”

Daemon kept his promise from that fateful night and you were his and only his every time he frequented your brothel. You knew that you could be nothing more than lovers, although he always gave you the title of Queen and part of you believed that one day, when he took on the Iron Throne, he would be King and you would be his Queen.

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Quiet Rooms

A Homelander fanfic

A/N: solely inspired by the one line of Homelander liking Smash Mouth from the S4 clip, also I have no idea where the lab that held Homelander is located. Hopefully we will find out in s4 but I decided it's still located in the state of new york.

Tags: fluff, depressive, young Homelander, Jonah Voguelbaum trigger warning, mirrorlander is here.

Sypnosis: Jonah realizes Homelander is feeling down and decides to act like a parent for the first time since he was a wean allowing the boy to experience some child-like wonder.

word count: 3K approx.

It had been months since he’d first debuted, his life had been given a new spark, a world full of new experience every day before bedtime, of new things to try and see but more often than not he was surrounded by unfamiliar faces– nameless shareholders, marketing heads, costume designers, photographers but above all… fans.

But they were strangers.

The outside world had been bigger than he’d anticipated, no matter how high he flew he never touched the ceiling, he would fly until the air thinned out and faded all together, the earth did had a limit tho– it would loop beneath him after a couple minutes of flying yet it still felt endless compared to his bedroom, soon enough he had been given new shinier confines, everyday since his debut and specially due to his freakout at the shareholders meeting he’s been keep on a leash, Madelyn would come and entertain him from time to time but whenever she came it seemed she had 2 things in mind work and well… other things… but no matter what he was still going straight from the tower back to the lab, he’d been promised that when he turned 18 he’d be allowed to stay in his new confines, but in the meantime he still had to go back home.

Sometimes he wondered if Voguelbaum will be upset if he took a detour before coming home– if he stopped by for a couple more minutes atop of a mountain or walk thru a park just to enjoy all these new smells and sensations, would he be mad if he came home covered in mud and twigs? Would he get yelled at and given time out?

But as he looked at the other teenagers wondering about with their friend groups around New York he couldn’t help but to wish to join them, sometimes he would get closer from the roof, practice a line that he would never deliver in hopes to befriend these strangers but the voice in his head told him all he would do was embarrass himself, ask him what would they do if they found him lame? Sure he was The Homelander! A superhero! The Superhero! but he also had begun to notice that he was awkward, without his friend he couldn't take the lead, he wasn’t the confident one of the two and his friend loudly refused to help him here. 

So he stayed on the rooftops watching.

At home, he at least had the comfort of the familiar, he’d be decontaminated, his suit removed and he’d be changed to his white loungewear, he’d be served dinner promptly at 7 pm and be allowed TV or book time till 10 pm, here he knew there was no risk of embarrassing himself or saying the wrong thing, sure they weren’t his friends but he knew orderly James would always hung out for a couple minutes after picking up his dinner to ask about whatever book he was reading, and how nurse Catherine would sneak him candy and talk to him a bit after her visitations, nothing he’d said to them ever resulted in mockery.

He couldn’t say the same about those in the tower.

Everyday he’d seem to be performing worse, he could hear Mr. Marathon mocking the way he talk down the hallway, hear some assistant complain about his costume, the irritation on Madelyn’s team when he took too long to make a decision, Edgar and Jonah arguing about how much money the company was loosing and how they shouldn’t have rushed his debut, Madelyn disappointment when his numbers still weren’t up to part… It worsens every day.

He’d sat in his bed reading when the door opened at an unusual hour.

“What are you reading?” Jonah said softly, Homelander looked up to catch him not wearing his white coat, he’d looked as if he had driven straight from home.

“The Children of Henry the VII” John muttered softly, lowering his book– you bought it for me last week, remember?”

“Oh, my bad I got you a whole stack didn’t I? Hope you haven’t finished them all already”

Homelander put his book aside, standing up, pulling his shirt in hopes of straightening all the creases.

“I haven’t… is everything alright?”

“Why do you ask that?”

“It's 9:43 pm. You don’t visit on Thursdays anymore– your daughter Sonia has ballet practice on Thursdays.”

Jonah looks at the clock positioned behind Homelander and wonders if the boy has been counting the ticking of the clock to time himself instead of looking up. Jonah scratched his chin and forced a smile.

“I heard you've been feeling a little down lately, Nurse Micheals told me you seemed a little unenthused these past few days.”

Homelander felt his cheeks reddened, wishing Catherine hadn’t said a thing.

“She said you’d been wanting to go to the pictures.”

They'd also mentioned how he’d been eating less and been sleeping more lately, he had become less chatty which had begun to worry the doctors in his care as he usually liked to converse a bit before experimentation or during his lessons.

What had dragged him out of the office and straight to the lab today had been a phone call from the head of security who’d asked if something had held John back an hour, he who was a punctual and obedient child never in his 17 years been tardy for anything even when he was a baby he’d followed his scheduled.

Jonah hated admitting it but he found it perturbing, Homelander was finally given some degree of independence and for the past few months he hadn’t done anything to lose trust nor privileges, so this felt urgent.

The world couldn’t survive a bout of his teenage rebellion.

So he drove on his day off straight to this compound, sure to have run at least 1 red light on his way here.

“... I… did I do something wrong?” His voice is quiet, soft even if puberty has deepened quite a lot.

“No, no, no” He can help the slight panic in his voice, taking a big leap to take him by the shoulders, his hand firm against him– I was thinking maybe we could go for a drive, I have a surprise for you, we are all so worried about you… your happiness is of utmost importance to the team.”

Homelander eyes beamed with curiosity, his nose working double time to see if some special treat was on its way but it was only bleach and stale air conditioner but that still didn’t wash away his curiosity.

He follows Dr. Vogelbaum worries when nobody hands him his suit in the decontamination room, instead he’s given a pair of civilian clothing, he looks around for permission to wear these alien clothes, the clothes look too big for him, they both think. Jonah would chastise the doctor who picked these up later but now he wanted to hurry up and deal with his wife later.

The air is chilly and the buzzing of the generator tickles Homelander’s ears, the underground parking is lit poorly at night he notes, the fluorescent lights don’t burn as bright in here, not as obnoxious like in the lab.

Jonah keeps the conversation at minimum, his mind elsewhere, Homelander who much preferred to fly still enjoyed the drive, whether Dr. Vogelbaum realized whether or not this was the first time they had ever been in the car alone… no drivers, assistants or doctors– just the two of them.

The faint smell of women’s perfume, stuck to the leather seats, the rattling of a leftover toy car rolling back and forth underneath his seat, the hair-tie left over and dirt that doesn’t belong to any soil around the compound, this was his personal vehicle, it made Homelander’s heart flutter, thinking he was in the same car as Jonah’s other kids, he smile lightly enjoying the warmth in his chest trying to contain the giddiness inside him.

“So what’s worrying you lately, John. You know you can always talk to me.”

Homelander’s smile faded, the world flying by so slowly it was unbearable, he wriggled in his seat squeezing at his sleeve.

“You've never been home late before… Did somebody keep you back?”

“No… I was… I was just sightseeing… sorry I didn’t mean to worry you… I promise I will be on time tomorrow!” Homelander panicked thinking he would never be allowed outside anymore– I… am sorry, Dr. Vogelbaum” He was starting to tear up– I promise not to worry you!”

“Is alright, John. I hadn’t considered how boring it must be for a young boy to go to a thousand meetings all day every day– it drives me nuts! I should’ve been more considerate… You must be so exhausted from all that… thought we could do something fun.”

Homelander had no idea what to say, before those fun activities were relegated to the lab, or in the tower in recent days, so he had no idea what this could possibly be.

“Where are we going then?”

“The pictures, son.”

All his worries vanished as his tender heart heard that three letter word, they talked a bit about work, allowing himself to share some of his worries about the rest of The Seven.

“You have to be assertive, John. You are meant to be their leader, so assert, show them who's the head honcho.” He spoke with the same paternal tone he’d given his son the other day after losing his last football game– "you won’t get anywhere in life if you let those under you know they can walk all over you.”

Homelander felt he’d listen to the one true gospel.

Before he knew it they arrived at the nearest town by the compound, the town was quaint and a little dead at this hour, Hoemlander began to wonder if any cinema would be showing films at this hour.

The town cinema was an old building, lights illuminated the marquee, they only seem to be showcasing a small selection of films based on the few titles across the white illuminated board, a few movie posters decorated the walls beside the entrance where a ticket box laid in the center, Jonah parked right on the front, a couple people walked past minding their business as Homelander emerged from the car.

“Is empty.” Homelander had scanned the entire building seeing none of the rooms were occupied– it's close isn’t it?”

“I thought it would be best if we had it all for ourselves– Is one of the perks of owning a cinema chain, John.”

The girl in the ticket booth smiled nervously, it was already past the end of her shift but when your manager gets a call from corporate saying that the owner is coming to visit, you keep your mouth shut and stay back– so she stared at the pair as they approached.

“So what you’d like to see, John?”

Homelander looked at the list behind the girl.

“Hannibal…?”

“Oh no no that’s not appropriate, John… you’re still not 18 yet.”

“What about ‘Bridget Jones Diary’? I think Ms. Teeger was talking about it with Nurse Choi” Jonah’s grimace was enough of an answer– Pearl Harbor… Ben Afflect is pretty good… never seen him in a bad movie…”

Jonah looked at his wristwatch mentally preparing himself to sit thru a 3 hour film, knowing he’d be home past midnight.

“Everybody is raving about Shrek! Been full rooms non-stop this week.” She says with a charming smile– It’s pretty funny.” 

Homelander ears perked up.

“Isn’t it a kids movie?” Jonah asked.

“I want to see it! I never… I've never seen a 3D film…” He said with a meek voice.

Jonah for a second saw a glimpse of a much younger Homelander, he’d promised to take him see ‘Toy Story’ after seeing an ad for it on the television but that never came to be, with a touch of guilt in his system Jonah shook his head in defeat taking his wallet out as the girl begun to print their tickets, she stared at the 50 dollar bill as the pair left without taking their change, Jonah keep his hand on Homelander’s back keeping him straight as he saw his nose wrinkle, the aroma of flavacol too strong for the young man, thick syrups and salted pretzels were both as enticing as they were revolting, his excitement began to dwindle as he approached the counter, the 30 something year old manager look at them with a mixture anxiety and discomfort, his eyes darted at Homelander unable to shake the feeling the young man look faintly familiar, he brushed it aside telling himself this was just a millionaire wanting to spend some private time with his kid, or at least he hoped it was his kid.

“What can I get you, buddy?” The guy spoke with his finest customer service voice.

Homelander looked shyly at the menu board feeling a lot smaller than his physique was, he felt like a ten year old being asked by Doctor Kim if he wanted to try ice cream or sorbet for the first time, he felt overwhelmed by the salty stickiness of the popcorn oil irritating his sinuses.

He looked hesitantly at Vogelbaum but his words echoed back, so he took charge and cleared his throat.

“A large Dr. Pepper and popcorn… please.”

“He’ll have a medium diet coke and popcorn, too much sugar and you won’t get any sleep John. Don’t want to hear Nurse Catherine complain about your glucose levels” Jonah says firmly– "I'll just have a coke and…” He scans the selection– some twizzlers.”

“Could… could I have a pretzel too?… am a little hungry…” He felt embarrassed to ask but if Dr. Vogelbaum said it wasn’t okay to order things he mustn’t doubt his judgment– just a salted one…”

Hearing that twang of disappointment touched a cold heartstring for Jonah, John wasn’t a little kid anymore, he would be 18 soon, but as he made that sad expression all he saw was that sweet kid from before… All he saw was his little girl sad that her daddy refused to listen to her again.

“... you got any cinnamon sugar ones left?”

“Sure do, sir.” He looked at the pair and worried about what was going on. Never had he seen a teenager so meek, he wished they all came like that instead of the feral beast that patronized his establishment.

“Don’t tell Nurse Catherine I let you have this much sugar after 9, it be our secret” he whispered.

Homelander carried the tray without difficulty, ignoring the curious eyes of the manager who was still uncertain if his face was familiar or not.

The room had been freshly vacuumed but the stench of spilled soda permeated in the air– yet for once Homelander didn’t mind, he glided towards his perfect seat just in the middle of the aisle, high enough that the screen was perfectly positioned before them and even with the projector, his ears picked up the worker as he quickly finish setting the projector, putting the film and clicking on his computer to make sure everything was in working order.

“I… I forgot to ask the lady but what’s this movie about?” Homelander asked as he took a short sip of his diet coke.

“I have no idea. When you get to my age you don’t pay attention to kids' movies unless you take your kids out.”

“Should've picked ‘Bridget Jones Diary’…” He mumbles.

“John men don’t go watch Romcoms on their own unless they have a girl with them. Maybe one day you’ll bring a lady friend and sit thru it– trust me chick flicks are a modern day form of torture for us men.”

Homelander who had heard Ms. Teeger and Nurse Choi talked about it and seemed quite excited, it didn’t sound lame in the least… altho most of it was fawning over Hugh Grant, so maybe he made the dull plot bearable.

He nodded and took a bite out of his pretzel, moaning with delight at the sugary treat, his head snapped forward when the trailers began.

Nothing they advertised caught his fancy, altho he wouldn’t say out loud about wanting to see ‘Harry Potter’ as if he hadn’t voraciously consumed the book a few years ago… something about a boy living under the staircase got to him.

The screen turned a pale blue and violet as the ‘Dreamworks’ logo got his attention, whimsical music played over the speakers as a book open as a man with a weird accent narrated a story of dragons and true love, before he could sink in his seat with embarrassment a green hand ripped the page and a weird smile crossed his thin lips as a weird green creature came out the toilet, his ears perked up as a catchy tune that he knew would be stuck in his brain played, before he knew it he was laughing at fart jokes and even Jonah couldn’t help to snicker at the montage.

He smiled so much both from awe and fun as he heard the ogre and the Donkey’s banter, every scene had him hooked.

It made him anxious, it made him giggle, it made him excited, it made him feel hopeful.

It made him almost envious of the kiss shared between Fiona and Shrek.

Maybe one day he’ll meet his princess.

But he loved it.

Jonah didn’t really paid attention to the film, he watched Homelander most of the time.

Wondering what’s going on in his head, wondering why this movie enthralled him so much, that was quite a smile that he’d never seen before… not a smile he’d seen in years.

Even if he was beginning to grow tired and he knew the drive back would be dangerous if he didn’t get a coffee somewhere.

He was glad the boy was enjoying himself.

And John was glad to spend the time with Dr. Vogelbaum.

As the credits began to roll, Jonah stood up eager to leave but Homelander stayed firmly planted in his seat.

“what?”

“I just wanna know who sang the first song” He said with a grin.

“... I’ll wait for you outside…” Jonah left, leaving his half-empty cup and twizzlers on the seat.

Homelander found himself in a quiet room, trying to remember the lyrics of that intro song.

It would be stuck in his head for days.

Even alone in this room, he still could feel Jonah’s presence beside him, his cologne and his breath still lingered.

He’d buy him the ‘astro lounge’ album soon after.

As he sat in the concert hall trying to shake that annoying brit off his mind, he looked at Ryan and pictured a rather quiet room, all the meaningless faces faded away and it was just him and his boy listening to Smash Mouth play.

“Y’know the first album I ever got was theirs?”

Ryan raised an eyebrow.

“Why?”

“Don’t tell anybody but… Shrek is my favorite movie– have you seen it?” he said into his ear– I saw it with Doc– with my dad when it came out.”

It felt bitter but he still hadn’t gotten around telling him about the lab… about his childhood just yet…

“No. Mom didn’t like cartoons… she told me her favorite movie was “Bridget Jones’s Diary’ but she said I had to wait to be a bit older to watch that.”

Homelander chuckled sardonically.

“Y’know… I never seen that one either… let’s get Ashley to get us the blu-ray and we can have a movie night when we get home” 

“Are you sure I can watch it?”

“Don’t worry you’re old enough now.”

He ruffled his hair as his favorite song began to play, turning to give the band his full attention looking forward to Movie night, wondering if he should clear a cinema for the evening just as Jonah had done for him.

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Puppy Adoption

Pairing: Drew Starkey x Partner!Reader

Warnings: FLUFFFYYYYY little BLURB, I just wrote this very rushed because I thought it was cute lol

A/N: based on this tiktok https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRny1sHd/

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I am a binge watcher. I love watching celebrity interviews even though I am surrounded by it in my personal life. But I have my own little favorites. It is something I look forward to every time I open YouTube. I hope to see a new upload of Buzzfeeds Puppy Interview.

I obsessed over the Chris Evans one, and even the Tom Holland one. After finding out that Drew was going to be in one for OBX, I screamed at the top of my lungs.

I begged for him to let me watch in the behind the scenes, and luckily it didn't take much begging.

So now here we are, the puppies in the crates as the cast talks to the producers on what they are doing and what type of questions are going to be asked.

I was in awe by all the tiny noses poking out through the grates of the cages, the little barks and howls. I am a dog person through and through.

Cats? Birds? Fishes? Never.

Before they filmed, the adoption manager and I had a conversation. We talked about how they are a non-profit organization and how they always have dogs of all ages to be fostered or adopted.

I was fortunate enough to snap a few pics for my Instagram story.

I didn't have pets growing up, but I kept a promise to myself that I would someday be a parent to a dog. I didn't care the breed, I just wanted to have a dog to love.

Drew on the other hand grew up around dogs, his family and his friends. He knows everything about them. He's always told me that we need to get a dog someday.

He promised me that we would get a puppy together on our second date, and I've held that promise to him.

I sat comfortably and excited in a chair behind the crew members of the Buzzfeed production team. The lights of the studio flashed "Filming In Progress", and everyone became silent.

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Drew and the rest of the cast just finished up the Buzzfeed puppy interview. I was just in the behind the scenes trying to get some content for Drew's instagram.

"I literally cannot move" Drew whispered out as the film crew started wrapping up.

The puppy in his arms fully asleep, its head lolled back with little snores.

The OBX group was all in awe over Drew and the puppy.

"Come here." Drew asked of me, using his head to nod.

I walked past the camera and sat down on the floor next to Drew and Maddy, the other puppies coming to sniff me. I put out my hand so the pups can smell me, but also so I can lure one to hold.

"They are up for adoption right?" I asked the lady on the side who brought all of the dogs to the interview.

"Yep! Every single one of them." she smiled.

"Oh my god! I want all of them." I whispered as I held up the puppy I was holding.

"Same, I do need a travel buddy" Madelyn giggled as her chin was getting licked.

"Drew, it seems like that one is basically yours." I nodded my head towards the one in his arms.

"I wish I could make him ours." Drew petted the German Shepards head.

"Why not? We've been talking about getting a dog for months."

"I don't know, you think we should?" he asked me with a smile on his face, ready to commit to being a dog dad.

"I think you guys should do it." the lady spoke, trying to convince us to adopt.

"Wow, she's got great marketing skills." Bails said with a giggle as Austin laughed with.

"Ehh I don't know." Drew tilted his head back and forth.

"I think we should." I rested my head on Drew's shoulder, looking at the still sleeping puppy in his arms. "I think he adopted you actually."

"Do it! Do it!" the cast cheered as they made the dogs in their arms do little dances.

Drew and I's heads turned to each other, our eyes making immediate contact. We were both trying to decipher what the other one was saying.

We a little smile on his face and mine, we both did a little nod.

"We'll take him." I told the lady as I lightly booped the sleeping puppy nose.

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Kicking off Cozy Corner Kinktober with the “weirdest shit first” principle. But this whole series will probably be weird. Most of these will be rated E. Heed pairings, warnings. Er… enjoy? If you feel inclined?

Prompt #22: Tentacles.

Marionette (Homewell)

Warnings: very much dubcon, horror elements I suppose, and um, tentacles. Canon divergence at S1E8. AO3 link.

She wakes up feeling groggy, extremely drugged up. “I can’t feel my legs,” she mumbles when she sees the overhead lights and some people in surgical masks above her.

Homelander pushes them out of the way and comes into her view, stroking her face. “You’re awake,” he says quietly, worriedly, and god, are those tears welling up in his eyes? It’s not that she hasn’t seen him cry before, but she can’t think of a time when he’s cried over her. She must be in pretty bad shape.

“Where’s Teddy?” she asks, in spite of herself, knowing it’s not what he wants to hear, but she can’t help it. It’s the foremost thing in her mind right now.

His expression hardens a little bit, but he answers. “Teddy’s fine. He wasn’t harmed.”

“You saved him?” she asks breathlessly.

“Yes,” Homelander answers stonily. “Yeah, I got both of you out, but I couldn’t get the stuff off of you quick enough. You got pretty injured.”

She doesn’t care. When that deranged psychopath intruder decided to set off the C4 around her body she had zero hopes of surviving. Her last anguished thought was about whether Teddy, who was sleeping peacefully in his crib upstairs would be hit by the explosion, or even if he wasn’t close enough that perhaps the entire house would come crashing down.

“But Teddy’s not injured? He’s alright?”

“Yes, he’s completely unharmed,” Homelander reassures her. Then pauses before adding, “Yes, I got him out unscathed.”

She’s marketed Homelander as a hero for over two decades now, but this is the first time she believes the hype. “Thank you. Thank you so much. I love you. You’re so incredible.” She’s crying. Some of it is from the pain that’s starting to assert itself through the fog of the drugs, but she’s overjoyed.

“Madelyn, you need to– you’ve been really injured,” he says, those tears back again. “You’re technically on life support right now.”

She tries to nod in understanding, but she can’t really move her head. She can’t see anything but one of the lights above her isn’t on and she can see her distorted reflection in it. Her face is bandaged up. Her body is bandaged up, and looks like it’s not even whole. But it wouldn’t really surprise her.

“Madelyn, I’m going to do everything I can to save you, alright? Just don’t… just don’t die on me.” He looks so devastated. She wishes she had her hands at her disposal (does she even still have her hands?) to cup his cheek reassuringly.

“I’ll try not to,” she says. “I don’t want to leave you all alone.”

Homelander sniffs back tears and disappears from her line of sight, but she can sense that he’s buried his face somewhere near her body on the hospital bed, and she can hear his crying, muffled in his arms. She hears someone come in and vaguely hears that they’re upping the morphine and falls back into an uneasy sleep.

~~~

She dreams many things in her sleep, awful things, painful things. It’s to the point where she wonders whether she woke up at all. Perhaps this is one long journey to death and her brain is giving her what feels like a long ride on the way out. But it’s not like her life flashing before her eyes. She starts out not feeling her body much at all, and then it starts to feel like she’s growing back into it. But it’s painful, incredibly painful, like searing burning and prickling pain. She hears people discussing her care, she can pick out Homelander’s voice among the cacophony of different unfamiliar voices, and though she can barely comprehend the words, knowing he’s there somewhere in her hospital room is reassuring.

~~~

She opens her eyes and sees a different ceiling above her. She draws a breath and happily notes that she can actually feel her body now, and it’s not all pain. She flexes her fingers open and closed. She’s definitely weak, but she can move. She can turn her head too, and look toward a window that has sunlight streaming through it.

“Madelyn!” she hears from the other side and turns her head to see her favorite hero quickly step closer to her bedside. “How do you feel?”

“Much better,” she says, although her voice still sounds crackly, maybe from disuse. She had no idea how long she was out. “I can feel everything again.”

She raises her hand tentatively and touches her own face. There are no bandages there. “Didn’t I get burned?”

Homelander’s smile is indulgent– she knows it well, it’s the one he puts on for the lucky few children in the death ward of Memorial Sloan Kettering who made a wish to see him and the scheduling worked out. So she grows apprehensive. “What- what happened to me, where am I?”

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he reassures her, maybe realizing that she knows him too well to be indulged with anything less than the truth. “You’re in Vought Tower.” Of course. She should have recognized those diagonal mullions on the floor-to-ceiling windows.

“They released me?”

Homelander hesitates. There’s something he’s not saying.

“Homelander.” As she begins to get voice back, she’s able to assume a more imperative tone with him.

“Okay, I just- I just don’t want you to get angry,” he says and his eyes look askance.

“What’s the matter, what did you do? Where’s Teddy?” A thousand wild thoughts suddenly run through her head, thoughts that make no sense– that they somehow used Teddy, maybe even killed Teddy to restore her. She doesn’t trust Homelander with Teddy, even if he did save him from the explosion. She has an instinctual fear of having Teddy out of her sight when Homelander is involved. “What did you do to him?”

“What?” Homelander asks, making a sour face. “No, Teddy’s fine! Teddy’s here in the Tower too, down on the daycare floor. What do you think I am? That I wouldn’t make sure he’s watched after?”

“I’m sorry,” she says, realizing how paranoid she sounds. “I just- haven’t seen him. Please, can I… Can I just hold him?”

“Yeah, not a problem,” Homelander says dismissively. “No what I wanted to tell you, but I think you might get angry, is that Mount Sinai gave up on you. Said you’d be on life support for the rest of your life, at best. Said you might even die of the burns and organ damage eventually. So I carried you out of there and took you to the Vought doctors like I should have done in the first place.”

“Did you inject me with Compound V?” she asks. Why would she be angry about this? They administered it in a way that she survived. They restored her back to life, and now she’d actually see Teddy and hold him in her arms.

“Are you angry with me?” Homelander asks and maybe her vision is still a little blurry but he looks so young when he says it– head tilting as if he’s wincing at giving her the news.

“No, my darling, why would I be angry?” She opens her arms and he leans down awkwardly to be embraced by her but taking care not to place any of his weight on her chest. “Thank you for finding a way to save me.”

He’s beaming by the time she releases her arms and he rises. “You know,” and she can tell he’s smug about something. “I only knew how to up the chances of successfully doing that because of the stuff I learned with the Middle East experiments.”

She didn’t scold him when he first told her the night of her promotion, and she sure wasn’t about to now either. “Thank you. You’re wonderful. You know, you should share what you learned with the people working on this at Sage Grove.”

“Fuck’em.” Homelander huffs. “They’re just going to take the credit. I did what they couldn’t. There’s only one person I don’t mind taking credit for my accomplishments, Madelyn.”

She nods tiredly. She may have physically recovered, but her head’s not fully back in the intra-Vought machinations game. “You’re right, thank you, sweetie. You’ve always helped me so much.”

He beams again. “We make a great team.”

Something occurs to her. “Did you give me a full dose? Did I get some super ability?”

Homelander shrugs. “We’re not sure. You were mostly out for the count until now. I haven’t seen anything yet, but doesn’t mean you won’t notice it later on.”

She nods and hesitates to ask the next question, but she has to. It’s starting to kill her. “Darling, could I please see Teddy? He must miss his mama.” She takes care to put the emphasis on Teddy’s needs and not make it sound like she’s the one desperate to see her child.

Homelander’s smile fades a little, but then he raises his brows and starts nodding as if she’s asking for something trivial. “Of course. I’ll bring him up myself.”

“Thank you,” she says, keeping her voice even and smiling amiably, even though the thought of Homelander holding her child in his arms makes her deeply uncomfortable. She can’t let on that that’s how she feels, that she can see how pathologically jealous he is of her attention when Teddy’s in the room, that she wants him as far away from Teddy as possible.

~~~

Nobody at Vought seems to really have a grasp on how or why specific powers develop in particular individuals. Madelyn wonders if the many times she lamented only having two hands while trying to hold Teddy, wipe his spittle, grab her diaper bag, put a ziploc of animal crackers into it, put his hat on to protect him from the sun, and lock her door behind her led to her predicament.

Her power manifests about a week after she’s up and about, and about two days after she’s back in the office as if nothing happened to her. She doesn’t want any of that sorry business to jeopardize her promotion. Most people, even higherups at Vought, only heard that she had been the victim of a home robbery that ended with the perpetrator detonating himself. The news had never reported that she had very nearly died in that explosion.

Her powers manifest while she’s struggling to change Teddy on the Koala Kare plastic foldout changing table in the bathroom. Teddy had a toy he was chewing on and then suddenly decided to fling it away. Before she could even process that the toy would land on the dirty bathroom floor and she’d have to wash it thoroughly and maybe disinfect it, a tentacle whipped out of her torso and caught the toy in mid-air. She stared at it aghast, not immediately understanding that it was her body that this appendage was coming from. She took the toy back with her hand cautiously and waited for the tentacle to slowly recede and somehow disappear back into her body. Her smartly cut business shirt was ripped though. She had to put a jacket over it in her office. This wasn’t exactly the superability she’d have wished for, but it could have been worse, she supposed. The question was, was this just one tentacle she could whip out? How much control would she have over this? She wasn’t keen on having anyone know about the state of her body. There was only one person she could really turn to for guidance.

She has no interest in testing this at her workplace. She drives home, and arranges for Teddy to spend the night at the babysitter’s house, sits down with a glass of wine to settle her nerves, and is about to text Homelander a rare invite to come over when she hears him already landing on the roof.

“You left work early,” he says, a distinct note of concern in his tone.

“Yes, darling, I was just about to invite you over, actually. I need your help with something. Have a seat.”

He sits down in an armchair, taking care to move his cape to the side, and leans forward with keen interest, waving dismissively when she offers him a glass of wine. She recounts what happened, and how she can’t summon the weird appendage back out, but she’s pretty sure she needs motivation. Homelander seems excited by all of this. Maybe it’s because she’s finally infused with Compound V, and it’s another form of intimacy between them, who knows. He goes to the kitchen and brings back dinner plates.

“Just stand there and hold one of these in each hand,” he instructs her. Just when she’s about to ask what he intends to have her do he flings another dinner plate just past her. Her body freezes in apprehension, but sure enough the tentacle whips out and catches the third plate.

“HaHA!” Homelander is giddy with glee, even clapping once in triumph at having figured it out. “That’s amazing. Works like a charm.”

She’s annoyed but can’t argue with his method. Now that she has the attention to study the tentacle, she finds herself repulsed that this is part of her body. It’s flesh colored, but with suckers that are darker, like small human lips in fact. It’s thick, muscular and fleshy, and triggers her fear of snakes a little bit.

“It’s so ugly,” she whispers. Then she notices the tentacle whipped out on the other side of her body this time. It’s the second shirt she’s ruined today. She unbuttons it and casts it off once the tentacle has retracted into her. She keeps her bra on, but Homelander stares anyway.

He approaches her, cupping her face and kisses her. “It’s not that ugly,” he murmurs when he pulls away for a moment. “I’m glad you’re a supe now too.” He seems to be genuine because he goes right back to kissing her, greedily, intensely, but she enjoys it well enough. She’s not sure what’s happening when she suddenly feels not one but two tentacles sprouting somewhere out of her torso. They seem to have a mind of their own but she can also feel things through them as they twine themselves around Homelander’s wrists and up his arms. It’s a very strange sensation.

He pulls back and laughs, watching as the tentacles pull his wrists back from around her. “They’re fucking strong!”

“Still think they’re not ugly?” she asks, raising a brow, watching as two more tentacles emerge from her and head down to wrap around his ankles, even as he smiles and shakes his head. She’s sure he’s not actually immobilized if he tried fighting back against them, but she watches as her tentacles actually lift him off the floor– something she couldn’t dream of being able with her own arms even after this Compound V injection.

He looks at the four tentacles raising him up, creeping and twisting around, locking his elbows and knees, still smiling, although his eyes betray a little uncertainty. “Wow, how many do you have?”

She’s not sure why her body is instinctively responding like this. She can’t exactly control these appendages– they seem to operate independently of her own mind– but she also can’t help but feel a surge of satisfaction. In many ways, this is what she wants to do with him– keep him in check, control his movements, treat him like the fucking marionette he was bred to be.

He doesn’t seem to protest. A fifth tentacle appears. She’s as curious to watch where this one will end up going as Homelander is. It approaches his body slowly, pausing in front of him before poking him at the waist.

“Madelyn… hey, Madelyn…?” Homelander’s eyes flicker to the tentacle and her face. “What are you…”

“I don’t have control over them,” Madelyn says woodenly, a bit mesmerized as she watches the tentacle insinuate itself down his pants and then drag them down his thighs, the sound of threads ripping because they weren’t undone. It’s strong fabric. It shouldn’t be ripping this easily.

“Madelyn,” Homelander says sternly, probably upset that his suit is taking a hit. He jerks his arm in an attempt to free himself, and she cries out, feeling a sharp pain in an appendage she didn’t know she had until today.

“What?” he asks, concerned.

“It hurts when you fight against them,” she says, gritting her teeth.

“I thought you said you can’t control them…?” he asks, sounding sheepish about having hurt her.

“I can’t control them but I can feel them. And I can feel you too,” she says, and the last words make his cheeks color slightly. The tentacle tugging his pants and underwear stops when they’re at mid-thigh and travels back up, easily seeking out and wrapping around Homelander’s half-hard cock.

“Fuck!” he moans, jerking at the sensation.

Another couple of tentacles reach out for him, reaching into his suit flap and carefully unwrapping him until his whole front is uncovered from beneath the layers of blue and red. The tentacles attach themselves, flat side to his chest. She can’t really see, but she guesses one of these mouth-suckers would fit right over his nipple. If she concentrates, she can actually feel the tentacles seal over and somehow suck his nipples in. He bucks and arches at the sensation, but the tentacles keep him in place as best as they can, and he doesn’t fight against them, probably afraid that it’s going to cause her pain if he does.

“Madelyn, please…” he keens.

“Please what?” she asks, genuinely curious what he’s pleading for at this point, given how she feels his cock throbbing inside of one of her tentacles.

“I just…” he tries to say something. “What are you…”

“You feel so good. And your body’s so pretty like this,” she says. It’s not even calculated to get him to be docile, but she feels him go limp and submissive in her grasp. She’s trying to get control of these things. She wants to feel control and feel that’s the one holding him and twisting him however she wants. She wants more tentacles.

More tentacles emerge, as if on demand. The ones holding him raise his body up like some sacrificial victim, and he looks the part– panting, red faced, his suit partially undone and hanging off his body. The tentacles unclip his cape– it’s as if they’re becoming more deft with each motion– and she starts wondering if she is getting some level of control over them. After they lay the cape down gingerly on the floor, Madelyn wonders if she can really direct them. The two tentacles travel up to his body. She turns and maneuvers him to get the view she wants, ass facing her, legs pulled apart as far as the uniform pants will allow, each tentacle attaching to an asscheek spreading him open.

“M-Madelyn, I don’t want…” he starts protesting, but very quickly another tentacle emerges and slides towards his face, pushing itself between his lips and jaw when he tries to say what it is that he doesn’t want.

He tries to say something else, but all that she can hear is “Mm-mmm-hmm-hmm”.

“Don’t bite,” she admonishes him when she feels his teeth sinking in, and he obeys and opens wider, even as she shoves the tentacle further back into his throat.

“Darling, don’t ruin this moment, just relax,” she says when she feels how tense his body has gotten in her grip. She finally pushes a tentacle into him from the back, enjoying the muffled noises he makes and the squirming he’s probably trying to minimize.

She holds him suspended in the air like that for quite a while, not feeling any real fatigue. The poor dear reaches orgasm a handful of times– she wasn’t counting carefully. All she really has to do is move the tentacle around his dick ever so slightly. There’s always been very little refractory period in his body, and he seems to be perpetually turned on while being held in this bizarre bondage.

She sits and finishes her glass of wine, turning him when she gets bored of one particular view.

He must be enjoying it at some level, eyes clouded over– you could almost mistake it for sleepiness, but she knows this look. He drifts into some kind of childlike mental state when she hits certain triggers for him. But his eyes are also welling up with tears. Maybe it’s actually painful to have those thick tentacles stuck down his throat and up his ass. Maybe he’s getting desperate for oxygen, because he probably hasn’t been able to breathe with the tentacle down his throat. Or maybe– more likely– it’s the indignity of it that’s getting to him. She needs to give him something.

“Look how much Mommy loves you. I don’t even want to let you go, want to make sure you’re so well taken care of– your whole body. You like being full of Mommy?”

He nods weakly.

“You’ve been so good– saved Mommy. I’m so grateful that I have such a good boy to always help me out.”

He inhales deeply and closes his eyes before opening them again, and looking at her.

“You look so delicious. No one else will get to see you like this. Only me. Isn’t that right?”

He nods along, eyes rolling back and thighs trembling when she moves the tentacle behind him in and out a few times to underscore her words.

[pepperycar]

“A wish your heart makes” chapter 4: Love hurts.. and kills too apparently

Luigi ignored him and went straight back to doing chest compressions, their Mom crying her eyes out on their Dad’s shoulder, their Uncle’s trying to fight back tears hugging each other, Aunt Marie and their Niece (Madelyn) hugging Arther and Peach crying into DK’s chest while she hugged Toad like a plushie. “Please.. PLEASE Mario!! You’ve got to fight! Just a little longer PLEASE!” Luigi wailed. Everyone just stared, unable to speak “Please!!” He cried running up to Grim “I’ll do anything-Anything! just please let him live!” He begged, getting on his knees and holding Grim’s cloak, everyone gasped, Luigi took a second to realise what he’d done.. he looked up to see he was gripping Grim’s arm desperately.. He had touched Death. He pulled back shocked at what he just did, Mario was by his side in seconds, his hand would’ve phased right through Luigi’s chest so instead Mario leaned his ear close to it. Luigi’s heart was racing, Mario’s sigh of relief made everyone else sigh in relief. Mario then realised, he sighed.. he’d taken a breath.. he looked to see his Grandad giving him mouth-to-mouth, one of those breaths had worked and he had actually taken a breath during all that but his focus switched back to Luigi, checking him other for anything wrong. “I don’t... I don’t get it he-he touched you!” Mario cried “how-how is he?!” “Alive?” Grim Said shrugging and pulling a yellow scroll from his cloak, he opened it revealing a bunch of names written in ink “because it’s not your time.” He showed the scroll to reveal Mario’s name but no one else’s “then take me for god sake!” Their Grandad called out “I ain’t no spring chicken! I assume I’m going on that list soon anyway!” He grunted. Grim looked down the scroll, silently reading off names to himself. He looked up and shook his head as if to say ‘sorry to disappoint.’ “Not yet old timer.” Grim said with one of his eye lights flickering (presumably a wink) Luigi did two more chest compressions before falling into Mario’s cold arms sobbing his heart out. Mario swore he felt pain in his chest as Luigi clutched his own an nuzzled into Mario’s cold collarbone and neck, praying to feel something move, something warm, but nothing.. Luigi got up from the couch then his legs immediately buckled falling on his knees then completely on the floor sobbing despite having no tears left to cry. Grim looked to everyone as if to say ‘sorry..’ “Mario.. say goodbye..” “Lu..” Said Mario trying to cup his cheek, Luigi looked up to him, eyes red and puffy, Mario smiled sadly and ruffled Luigi’s hair as best he could “even in death, know that I’ll always be with you and try to protect you anyway I can.. okay?” Grim watched as Mario stood up “Mario. You don’t have to say goodbye to Luigi.” Mario looked up confused “he’s coming with us” Mario jumped a mile along with everyone else “what?! You- but you said it wasn’t his time?! What would kill him?!” Cried Mario with his voice breaking. Grim sighed “....LOVE.” -To be continued.