#hotel moon light

[lucifer-imaginaryfriend]

My attempt at the DTIYS Challenge by @ashirotyan

Had a lot of fun drawing thse two, I kinda try to make Lucifer in the Moon-walk position as his outfit reminded me of Michael Jackson

[opendirectories]

[themissingmango]

[kmomof4]

Self-Promo Sunday

On this Self-Promo Sunday before the last Captain Swan SuperNatural Summer kicks off, if I may beg y'all's indulgence, I decided to highlight the four fics that I've written for the event over the years.

Of Darkness, Vampires, and Soulmates - My first contribution to my very own event! So much fun, but also SO HARD to write, I am very very proud of how this turned out! @hollyethecurious and @wistfulcynic very nearly earned co-writer status with everything they did to make sure I actually finished the dadgum thing! Absolutely MAGNIFICENT artwork for EVERY chapter by @spartanguard. MC, 41k words.

Summary: The Dark’s minion’s downfall is foretold When True Love’s Kiss doth unfold Between soulmates unbound by time The blue eyed prince and his golden haired Swan Their True Love will break the hold And Dark magic will be no more

The Moon... Tells the Sea - inspired by this GORGEOUS aesthetic @caught-in-the-filter was working on for CSSNS20. OS, 7100 words.

Summary: Nearly a century has passed since she became what she is when a new figure enters her lonely world. Who is he? And more importantly, WHAT is he?

Hotel Neverland - Inspired by The Eagles Hotel California. OS 6600 words. LITERALLY BREATHTAKING artwork by @thesschesthair

Summary: A ghost story for CSSNS22

And finally,

Into the Light - Inspired by the 1987 movie The Lost Boys. Artwork that left me a giggling flailing MESS by @motherkatereloyshipper. Two shot with 16,600 words.

Summary: The move to Storybrooke Maine might have been intended as the beginning of a new life for Killian Jones and his older siblings Liam and Belle, but there's a darkness over the town that threatens the small family's happiness, as well as the girl and small boy Killian has taken a liking to from his school. Killian is determined to help Emma and Henry get out of the situation they are in, but those dark forces in and around the town have another plan altogether.

Thank you all for the love and support you've given me, my fics, and this event over the years. It's been an INCREDIBLE run and a REALLY FUN ride!!! I hope you enjoy this look back and join me in eagerly anticipating everything waiting for us these next two months!!!

[themosthatedbeingg]

// y’all thoughts are being had rn….

[c0smic-coral]

Songs that are how every one of my self-insert OCs feel about their canon S/O

🩷Candace about Alastor - A You’re Adorable by Dean Martin (Past their time but still)

🧡Nora about Logan - cowboy like me by Taylor Swift

💚Clover about Jim - Criminal by Britney Spears

💙Amilia about Poe - LIGHT SHOWER by Melanie Martinez

💜Lavender about Steven & Marc - Nonsense by Sabrina Carpenter

Edit: On second thought…

🧡Rooting for My Baby by Miley Cyrus

Edit: On third thought…

💜Lavender about Steven - Espresso by Sabrina Carpenter

💜Lavender about Marc - Nonsense by Sabrina Carpenter

[selfshippinglover]

Not me offering Alastor my still beating heart for Valentine's nope tootaally not noo nevvver not eveeen a liiiittlle

[rabbitcruiser]

Room With A View, Las Vegas (No. 6)

The Las Vegas Beltway begins in Henderson at the I-11 / I-515 / US 93 / US 95 interchange, where traffic on westbound Nevada State Route 564 (SR 564, Lake Mead Parkway) defaults onto I-215 west. From here, the beltway primarily follows the former Lake Mead Drive alignment west to the Pecos Road / Saint Rose Parkway (SR 146) interchange. The highway then curves northwest toward Harry Reid International Airport before turning west to cross under Las Vegas Boulevard and I-15.

As the beltway passes under I-15, it changes from Interstate to county highway still maintaining freeway status as it heads nearly due west. Passing Decatur Boulevard, two one-way frontage roads (which formerly carried the initial beltway facilities) appear on either side of the highway. At Durango Drive, the roadway curves northward. The frontage roads end as the highway reaches Tropicana Avenue, but the freeway continues briefly west and then north again to intersect Charleston Boulevard (SR 159) near Red Rock Canyon. As it passes north through the community of Summerlin (part of the city of Las Vegas), the beltway meets Summerlin Parkway at a partial system interchange.

Source: Wikipedia

[whats-in-a-sentence]

Shortly after sunset there had been juddering green stand of lightning to the south, but by quarter to one in the morning there is nothing in the warm, wet air over Cape Canaveral but a thin patchwork of moonlit cloud. And then, precisely at the time it was meant to happen, there is something new – a sudden light on the horizon. A light that rises.

I wrote those words sitting in the lobby of the Hilton at Cocoa Beach three hours out so after that light rose.

"The Moon: A History for the Future" - Oliver Morton

[tenth-sentence]

He fell backward choking and sprawled on the floor of the corridor, out of reach of the glow that seeped around the door.

"The Hungry Moon" - Ramsey Campbell

[j-august]

Between the highway neons and the dotted line of lights hemstitching the shore, the spotlit dome of the great hotel swelled like a captive balloon. Beyond it the moon was rising like a smaller white balloon dragging a cable of lights across the sea's surface.

Ross MacDonald, The Ivory Grin

[motorsportbarbie13]

The Yapping Hour Is Upon Us - Part 3

In which you and Max spend the next six months just being obsessed with each other.

Warnings: A little angst, but not 'break up with you' angst, just 'i really fucking miss you' angst so it's okay. And fluff. Tooth achingly sweet fluff. Pairing: Max Verstappen x Podcaster!Reader Word Count: 4.4k plus a shit ton of social media posts. - The Yapping Hour is Upon Us - The Yapping Hour is Upon Us - Part 2 - Master List

(a/n before we begin: Probably one more part to this. Thinking of doing an 'after Max gets you back to the hotel post-race' part to wrap things up nicely if anyone wants to see that.)

Monaco May 2024

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34,028 likes F1GossipOfficial Seems as if our favorite Red Bull driver and sunny little podcaster are getting closer! The pair was spotted around Monaco this week ahead of the Monaco Grand Prix. The pair have been seen publicly a handful of times since Max made an appearance on her podcast The Yapping Hour in late April, most notably at the Miami Grand Prix at the beginning of the month and then the week later in New York City where she is based. Everyone who sent in photos said the pair were super cozy and seemed lost in their own world. user0299 she's only with him for the clout and money. Her little podcast was dying out and she latched onto Max like a leech. >>>user5572 go touch some grass my man. Her podcast is consistently the number 1 listened to show on all platforms all the fucking time. user9938 they are so cute, i can't handle it user4530 I saw them at dinner the other night and oh my GOD. They sat on the same side of the table even though it was just the two of them. He held her hand underneath the table all through dinner and I don't think either of them stopped smiling or looked anywhere else but at each other the entire night. >>>user39948 they are so fucking perfect oml

Canada June 2024 yourpersonalinsta posted

493,928 likes liked by maxverstappen1, landonorris, totowolff, and others yourpersonalinsta Over the moon to have been able to be with you for this win in Canada, Maxie. user299 MAXIE?! I have no one to talk to about this redbullracing our good luck charm strikes again! >>>user456 Red Bull calling her theirs??? Love this for her. maxverstsppen1 thank you for always being in my corner liefje ❤️ >>>user394 how am i supposed to be normal after reading this??? user8827 Not Toto in the likes trying to get on her good side so Max signs with Merc in 2026 >>>user778 HAHA can you imagine??

Amalfi Coast August 2024

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987,409 likes liked by yourpersonalinsta, redbullracing, yourdad and others maxverstappen1 summer break with this gorgeous girl user458 they are my royal couple yourpersonalinsta wishing we were back on that boat rn instead of on different continents :( >>>maxverstappen1 just a few more weeks until Singapore, schatje. >>>user4938 this is my roman empire >>>user024 mom and dad are sad so i am sad too

October 2024 Austin, Texas

You hadn't seen Max in over three weeks. Three very, very, very long weeks. And not to be dramatic or anything but you felt like you might actually pass away if the Uber that was currently picking it's way through very heavy Austin traffic drove any slower.

While the sleek Mercedes SUV waited at a red light, your gaze drifted away from the navigation system showing the the heavy traffic all around you towards the busy city streets around you. Whoever had decided to schedule an Eminem concert, a huge college rivalry football game, and a Formula 1 race all in the same city on the same weekend should have their head examined.

Fixated on the crowd on the sidewalk outside, you mull over the last six months of your life. It has certainly been a whirlwind, that was for sure. If someone had told you back in the beginning of May that you'd be on your way to your sixth Grand Prix of the year to watch your boyfriend race in Formula 1, you would have laughed in their faces. Because really, when you sat back and considered it, the fact that you had gone from being a fan of the sport and interviewing Max on a professional level to dating him in under six months was absolutely wild.

While you attended races whenever you could, you found yourself more often than not called to the other side of the world to attend to your flourishing career. In the last six months you had ping ponged around the globe, bouncing between weekends with Max and over scheduled weeks filled with work, interviews, and meetings. Some days you just wished that things were simpler and you could just dedicate yourself to following Max around from city to city but you knew that Susan B Anthony would roll over in her grave if you gave up everything for a man so quickly, even a man as amazing as Max Verstappen.

You brush aside the thought of leaving your work because in the end, all that is is a simple fantasy brought on by you missing the man that has become the center of your universe lately.

After attending the Singapore GP with Max, you had spent a few extra days with him in Asia before needing to fly home. While Max did have nearly an entire month break from racing, he couldn't follow you to New York like he had intended. After coming back from the summer break, Max's luck had started to slip and the car had deteriorated. He hadn't won a race in months, the car was an absolute tractor, and Lando was gaining on him in the Championship. He had needed to spend every extra moment he had in the sims and with the engineering team trying to salvage the season.

While Max had been in Europe, you had been in the US recording episodes with Heidi Klum, Wayne Gretzky, and finally Kylie Kelce. Heidi had been in LA, Wayne in Florida, and Kylie in Philly so you had spent most of the last three weeks on the road. As the SUV inched closer to the COTA track, you realized you couldn't remember the last time you'd set foot in your apartment.

Exhaustion seeps into your bones as the realization washes over you. You loved the life you lived, wouldn't trade it for the world but sometimes, in these quiet moments you wished for a break, a chance to go home, wherever that even was now, and just rest.

Your phone buzzing beside you pulls you back to the present. Ysou struggle to shake off the mind numbing melancholy that's settled over you like a thick woolen blanket before answering the call. "Hi baby." You sigh, knowing who it is without even looking at the caller ID.

"What's wrong?" Max's voice is sharp on the other end, effortlessly reading your tone.

You shake your head, chest tightening with anxiety. "Just..." You search for the right words. "tired is all. I just realized I can't even remember the last time I spent a night in my own bed."

"Oh, schatje." Max sighs, knowing how grueling this schedule is as he lives it as well. "Do you want me to have the jet take you home? It's at the airfield still."

Tears collect in your eyes as your chest squeezes painfully. "No, I just want to see you." You whisper, afraid if you raise your voice you'll start to cry.

"How far are you from the track?"

You pop your head around the SUV's headrest to check the nav system. "Not long. Five minutes. I can see the giant observation tower from here."

"Have the Uber bring you right to the paddock gates. I have a car here and a few hours before any media duties. I'll take you back to the hotel myself and we can take a nap together, okay?"

Your entire body sags with relief at his words. If there was one thing that Max was good at, it was taking care of you. He didn't hem and haw or waver on a plan of action. He saw what you needed and made sure that you were taken care of. The way the burden of everything that you had silently carried for years shifted towards Max the moment you landed in Miami all those months ago was something that would shock you for years to come.

"Okay." You whisper, swiping at a single tear that managed to escape.

You have a few moments to collect yourself before the Uber stops at the entrance to the paddock. From your seat in the back, you spot a familiar blonde head that belonged to your Dutch boyfriend waiting for you. You're suddenly simultaneously bursting with excitement and beside yourself with grief as the anxiety that has gnawed at you over the last 24 hours fully consumes you at the mere sight of Max.

Max has you out of the car and into his arms before you can barely catch your breath. The moment you inhale that uniquely Max scent something inside you shifts and becomes crystal clear. You didn't need Max to have his jet take you home because you already were home. It sounded cliche in your head and it probably was, but you knew there was some truth to it: somewhere over the last six months your home had shifted away from your apartment in New York to wherever Max was.

Max tightens his grip around your waist, settling his chin on your head while you stay buried deep in his neck, you realize that home isn't a place any longer. Home is a person now and Max is that person. You don't have to go home to New York to rest, you just have to be in Max's presence. With him, you are utterly and completely safe and secure. For someone who spends 99% of her time 'on' and performing, being able to come home to Max and just switch it all off, allowing him to lead and take over, is the most powerful form of rest you could have ever dreamt of.

Max nods at the driver as he unloads your luggage, arms still locked tight around you. He can feel you melt into him, like you've been waiting for this moment since the last time you saw him. He knows that for him at least, this is true. Everything else in his life is completley falling apart. The car sucks, they had to ditch the special livery for this weekend becuase the fucking paint had the potential to make the car too heavy and slow. Lando has been on a tear lately, that McLaren a complete rocket ship and the only reason Lando hasn't overtaken him in the championship is thanks to some spectacularly shitty calls from the McLaren pit wall.

The only bright spot in Max's day is you. Your voice, your touch, your face. Any bit of you he gets on a daily basis is what keeps him going right now. As he had stood on the curb just moments before, desperately and not so patiently waiting while watching the black Mercedes SUV creep down the street towards him, it had felt like cruel and unusual punishment after being apart from you for so long.

And now? Now you were back in his arms and he drew in the longest breath he could, taking in the scent of your perfume and laundry soap that he had missed so keenly while he'd been working, and he simply couldn't get enough.

Max pulls away slightly, so he can see your pretty face but what he sees in your eyes nearly breaks him. Pain and longing hang heavy in your eyes and there is nothing Max wouldn't do to make all of that go away for you. Fingers tip your chin up towards him so he can finally get his lips on yours, a soft sigh escaping your mouth when he makes that first contact.

You swear it's like a cool drink of water in the middle of a humid heatwave in July, the way Max kisses you with such relief and passion and affection. Like he's trying to tell you through his kiss how much he adores you, how much he's missed you, how much he craves you.

"I love you." Are the first words he says to you and your breath catches in your throat. It isn't the first time he's said those words, Max had said them first all those months back when he brought you home to Monaco. It had been quick, probably too quick by the world's standards, but it just clicked between the two of you and the words had tumbled out of Max like it was the most natural thing in the world. The reason the words had your breath catching in your chest was because of the ferocity behind them, like he could tell how bone tired you were from all the travel over the last few months and he was desperate to remind you why you were doing all of this. Why the two of you were doing all of this together and apart. It was for moments like this, moments where you were attached to each other in the middle of the busy paddock parking lot like no one else existed.

"I love you too, Max." You whisper, dusting your lips over the stubble that was scattered over his jaw. "Can we go take a nap now? I'm so tired."

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348,209 likes liked by kyliekelce, maxverstappen1, assistantshannon, and others yourpersonalinsta home is wherever you are (tagged: maxverstappen1) user098 mad max is no more, there is only soft cuddly boyfie max user0399 this is the cutest thing i've ever seen user000 god i am so single maxverstappen1 love you baby >>>danielricciardo SIMP >>>maxverstappen1 absolutely >>>user9938 it kills me that he is loves her so boldly and loudly. girl hit the mfing jackpot. (liked by author)

It's not your alarm that fully wakes you up on Friday morning. It isn't Max's either. But as you try to untangle your limbs from Max's and search for the source of the ringing, you can't help but curse whoever is interrupting the slow sleepy cuddles that had been progressing into something more heated for the past 20 minutes.

You nearly spit you're so mad when you see the caller ID.

"John." You growl, sitting up in bed as Max settles himself back against the mountain of pillows beside you. "It is 8 in the morning on a Friday the day after I saw my boyfriend for the first time in over three weeks. I swear on all things good and holy, this had better be good."

John, to his credit, didn't even scoff at the threat. He'd been your business manager for going on four years now and was used to your early morning attitudes.

"She said yes."

You sit up, back going ramrod straight as the three words clang through you. "What?" You hiss.

Beside you, Max struggles to sit up too, alarm coursing through him at the panic in your voice.

"Tree just called me five minutes ago. Said that Kylie had sent her the episode and wouldn't stop gushing about how amazing you were and how you were the perfect person to do this interview on the end of the tour and everything. Tree said Taylor watched your episode with Michelle and Queen Maxima too, said they were the best interviews she's ever seen. Everything is a go."

Your entire world tilts as what John is telling you fully sinks in. "Taylor Swift's agreed to come on the show?" You voice is weak, heavy under the weight of the news John is telling you. Your hands tremble at the thought of what this means for you. For your career.

Beside you, Max sucks in a breath at your sentence, fully aware of how big of a moment this is for you. Pride soars through him as he watches literal sunshine dance across your face, your smile as bright as the Texas morning light. "Schatje." He whispers, pulling your free hand towards his lips. Your eyes dart over to him and you grin at him, kicking your feet a little, completely unable to hide your excitement.

"She also said yes to your suggestion of a behind the scenes vlog on your channel ahead of the release of the episode. Thought the idea was marketing gold. You've got full access to everything for the entire week."

Before you had landed Kylie Kelce on the show, you and John had made a silly, pie in the sky request to Tree Paine not even thinking that it would go anywhere. When Kylie had agreed to do an episode, a request that had actually been made to her people months before John had contacted Tree, the idea of maybe, just maybe you might be able to land Taylor after had grown a bit. You hadn't told anyone of the request, not even Max, because you didn't want to be embarrassed if it didn't work out.

"There's only one problem." Your heart stops and you grip at Max's hand for support. You knew there had to be a catch. "They want you in Toronto by Sunday."

"Wh-what?" Your stomach plummets through the floor. You had just gotten to Austin last night and now you were going to have to leave again? You were supposed to spend the entire triple header with Max. Three weeks of solid time with him had been the only thing getting you through the previous three week separation. You two had even planned to go visit your parents in Michigan between Austin and Mexico later next week.

"The first concert is Monday and Tree wants you to get as much content as you can and has asked you be there at 9am Monday morning."

You head spins. "Oh-okay." There's a giant Max shaped hole in your heart at what you have to agree to, simply exhausted by the fact that you're going to have to pick up and leave again so soon. "Okay. We'll figure it out."

"Do you want me to have Shannon make flight arrangements?"

You glance over at Max, who senses your apprehension. "Let me talk through it with Max and see what we can figure out. I'll call you in a few hours, okay?"

"Sounds good. Congratulations, kiddo. This is huge."

You smile despite yourself, excitement and anxiety winding their way through your chest making it a little hard to breathe. "Bye John."

You gently place your phone back on the bedside table before turning to Max, bracing yourself for the good and bad news you have to deliver.

"The beginning of that call looked phenomenal but now you look like you're going to be sick." Max observes, pulling you into his lap.

You shudder against when his lips graze your neck, dropping a kiss to his forehead. "Taylor Swift agreed to come on the show and to let me do a weeks worth of behind the scenes of her Toronto shows."

"Baby, that is amazing. This is going to be huge for you and the show!"

You nod, a bit dazed by all of this information you have to process. "But they want me there by Sunday night so I can start first thing Monday." Sadness edges into your voice, the dread of having to leave Max again begins to sink in fully.

"When should Greg have the jet ready to take off then? You'll probably want to leave before the end of the race to beat traffic, yeah? Although I suppose we could find you a helicopter to take you from the track to the airport."

You stare at Max like he's grown three heads. His voice is so nonchalant despite him suggesting he rent you a helicopter that all you can do is blink at him for a few moments. "Just...just like that? You're on board with it? You're not upset?"

Max scoffs, pulling you closer so he can rest his head on your shoulder. His arms go tighter around your waist as he gives you a kiss on the cheek. "Why would I be upset? I'll do anything I can to help you live out this dream, schatje. You know that. This is the biggest thing to happen to your career since you had F1 racing legend Max Verstappen as a guest."

The giggle that tumbles out of you has the tension in the room popping like a soap bubble. "You're ridiculous."

"And yet, you're still here." Max finds your lips then, the kiss full of reassurance and confidence. Of course he was disappointed you were going to be leaving in 2 days and he wasn't sure when you'd be back with him but this opportunity was too good to miss. "I'd never forgive myself if you missed spending a week doing what you love with one of your favorite artists because of me. Of course I'll miss you but you need to do this. So tell me, when should I have the jet ready to get you to Toronto?"

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story replies: user8882 ARE YOU THERE FOR ERAS TOUR??? user029 what are you up to ma'am??? user837 wait. first kylie's on the show and now you're in Toronto the same week as Taylor. ARE WE GETTING A TAYLOR EPISODE OH MY GOD.

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876,029 likes liked by maxverstappen1, taylorswift, alexandrasaintmleux, and others theyappinghour Toronto, you were stunning! Can anyone guess who our next guest on the show is going to be??? Behind the scenes vlog dropping next week ahead of a very very special two part episode set to drop later this month. user928 oh my god, everyone stay calm, it's happening. user020 IS THIS FOR REAL??? I will never recover maxverstappen1 so proud of you my love >>>yourpersonalinsta couldn't do it without you, maxie >>>user928 if there's one thing Max is going to be, it's the first one in the likes and comments on anything his girl does. (liked by yourpersonalinsta) >>>user0298 may this kind of love find me one day

Excerpt from Episode 59 of The Yapping Hour featuring Taylor Swift:

You: Speaking of what you do in your down time, can we talk about how supportive you are of your boyfriend and show up for him despite the Brad's and Chad's hating every second of it?

Taylor: It's so silly to me, how much everyone hates it. When I show up at the game, I'm just like every other significant other. I'm not there to take the spotlight away from anyone, I just want to watch my man play!

You: Oh my God, I totally get it. It's so strange to me the way some fans can't handle someone like you who has a whole other identity outside of who you're dating, showing up to support the person you love.

Taylor: It's like, relax! I'm just here to watch my boyfriend catch a ball!

You: Right? Just let me enjoy watching 20 cars drive around in circles in peace please!

Taylor: You two are so cute though. Trav was watching the race in Monaco a few months back, right after he invested in Alpine, and there was that one shot of you and Max after the end of the race in his garage and you were giving him a hug. I love how loudly you love him and how public he is about you. It's refreshing.

You: Oh gosh, thank you. Yes, he is so supportive of everything I do, just like Travis is. It's such a comfort, isn't it? *Taylor nods* He actually stayed in Austin an extra day so I could use his jet to come up here.

Taylor: Trav was supposed to go to that race but got caught up in training stuff. It looked like so much fun.

You: Have you ever been to a race? Either of you?

Taylor: I haven't but Travis went to the Las Vegas race last year. Said it was the one of the biggest parties he'd ever been to.

You: You'll have to come this year then! It's in a few weeks!

Taylor: I'll talk to Trav and see if we can make it happen.

TheYappingHour posted

1,039,928 likes liked by maxverstappen1, taylorswift, kikagomes, and others theyappinghour What an absolute whirlwind of a week and a half. Spending time with your favorite artist, seeing her in her element, and then spending a few hours talking about everything from what it's like to live such a public life to how important it is to have a supportive significant other. I simply can't wait to share the behind the scenes vlog dropping at the end of this week and then the episode later this month. Taylor, you are a dream of a human being and we are so happy to have had this opportunity. Can't wait to see you and Travis at a race! taylorswift You are such a sweetheart! So glad we got to spend time together this past week! Can't wait to hear the episode my love! kikagomes how does it feel to live my dreammmm bestie??? >>>yourpersonalinsta kiks omg i will never recover from this!! maxverstappen1 Proud of you, as always lifeje. >>>yourpersonalinsta can't wait to see you so so so soon baby

"And he doesn't expect a thing?" You glance up at the ticket counter where the airline employee has begun to call first class. You stand, phone still pressed to your ear, pulling your carry on behind you.

"Nope!" On the other end, Max's PR manager Sophie giggles conspiratorially. "He was just complaining to GP ten minutes ago how he couldn't believe they didn't have more flights from Sao Paulo to Paris. He said he was considering upgrading his jet to one with longer range so he could fly private next time."

You roll your eyes but chuckle. If you were a drama queen, your boyfriend could be the drama king to match sometimes. Although you didn't blame him to be quite honest. After leaving Austin mid way through the race, you had missed the Mexico race entirely. The plan had been for you to fly down to Brazil for the Sao Paulo race but editing and press had taken much longer than you had anticipated so now it was Saturday night and you were boarding a 9 hour flight from New York to the South American country.

Only, Max didn't know that. Max thought you were getting on a flight to Nice via Paris before driving to Monaco where he'd meet you sometime late Monday night or early Tuesday morning. Joke was on him though, you had finished everything up and had called Sophie for help to get you down to Brazil just in time for Sunday's race.

"He's such a baby." You murmur as the flight attendant leads you to your seat.

"He is beside himself missing you." Sophie says and you can hear the smile in her voice. "Just make sure I'm around when he sees you for the firs time, okay? He's going to lose it."

Laughing, you hoist your suitcase into the overhead bin before settling down in the luxurious lie flat seat that will be your bed for the next nine hours. If everything goes right, you'll land in Brazil just as the postponed qualifying is finishing up and will be able to watch the entire race in person.

"Thank you for helping coordinate this, Soph. I really appreciate it."

"Anything to get Max out of this slump he's in!" She replies brightly.

A few minutes later, you hang up the phone and type out a quick text letting Max know you're boarding the flight. Luckily, the flight from New York to Paris is roughly the same time as the flight to Sao Paulo so he doesn't bat an eye when you tell him you'll be unreachable, only telling you that the doorman to his building is expecting you and to make yourself at home in his apartment in Monaco when you get there before he does.

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It is absolutely raining cats and dogs when the car Sophie hired pulls into the track after what feels like a lifetime of travel. Right after they served dinner on your flight, you took a sleeping pill and passed out for the duration of the flight, only waking up once the pilot turned on the overhead lights, signaling your arrival.

A quick text to Sophie alerts her to your arrival and she says she'll come and meet you outside the paddock with an extra umbrella. The driver that picked you up from the airport will take your luggage to the hotel where Max and the team are staying. When the car stops in front of the paddock gates, you spot Sophie immediately.

"Soph!!" You shout the moment you stumble out of the car, limbs a little stiff from the long car ride. Sao Paulo traffic is a beast in the best of weather but in a downpour like this? Nightmarish.

Sophie opens her arms to embrace you, "Oh I am so glad you're here. He is an absolute nightmare right now."

You grimace, knowing exactly why. He'd be starting P17 in a few hours. Between the team having got caught behind a red flag during Q2 and his 5 place grid penalty, it was a nightmare scenario for Max. All of this was compounded by Lando's win in the sprint yesterday and the fact that he was starting on pole today.

"Alright then, lets go. Maybe I can talk him down off a ledge before the race starts."

Sophie grins because she knows you'll be able to do just that. If there was anyone who could calm Mad Max down and bring him back to earth after the kind of morning the team had had today, it was you.

As you weave your way through the crowded paddock, the heavy rain simply not a deterrent to anyone at the track today, Max is in the garage considering the merits of scratching his eyeballs out so that he doesn't have to run this fucking race today. Everything is wrong. The car is terrible. Still. The FIA seemed to have a hard on for fucking up his weekend. Lando was on poll. And worst of all, he really fucking missed you. There was still several days between him and being reunited with you but if he could have just walked right out of the paddock and onto a plane to get to wherever you were in that moment, he would have. The only thing that seemed to settle him during these times lately was your steady presence in the garage. He didn't even need you to say anything, just knowing that you were around, within arms length if he needed you, did something to calm him like nothing else could.

He's talking to GP, actually, he's grumbling at GP when a familiar flash of hair and bright smile catches his eyes. Perfect, he thinks miserably, now I'm imagining her in the garage. I've gone full unhinged obsessed boyfriend, haven't I?

Imagine his shock when he actually hears your voice. "Max." You call out softly, hands clasped in front of you as you wait at the edge of the garage beside Sophie.

Max simply blinks a few times, as if he's trying to figure out if he's hallucinating or if you're really standing in front of him. His heart hammers in his chest when everything finally clicks into place. GP doesn't even bat an eye when Max walks away from him, mid sentence, before crossing the garage in a few short strides.

Max isn't usually one for intense public displays of affection, especailly in the garage and neither are you. There's a level of professionalism he likes to maintain while racing and you have always respected that but when Max sees you standing in front of him, practically drowning in one of his sweatshirts, hair wet and messy from walking through the paddock in the rain, he can't stop himself from scooping you up in his arms. Burying his head in your neck, he inhales deeply. So deeply that his lungs pinch with pain from the way he's trying to commit the way you smell to memory.

"You're here." He murmurs, voice thick and heavy with emotion. "What are you doing here? I thought you were going to meet me in Monaco?"

Max sets you down, not really wanting you out of his arms but wanting to move you to a quieter part of the garage. Behind you, Sophie, GP and the rest of the team discreetly shuffle away to give you two a bit of privacy.

"I knew how hard the last two races were for you and I just..." Pausing, you have to wait for a moment for your hands to stop shaking. You've been running on sheer adrenaline and caffeine for what feels like the last three weeks now and the emotion of the moment catches up to you. "I just wanted to be here for you."

Max lowers his lips to yours, covering them in a kiss that is all longing and white hot heat. He keeps the kiss just this side of tame enough for the garage, not wanting to draw the ire of Christian but he had needed to taste you then. His hand comes up to cup your face while the other slips around your waist, pulling you in closer to his body. He's slightly damp from how wet it's been this morning but none of that matters now that you're back in his arms.

"I missed you so much." He murmurs, blue eyes practially sparkling down at you, he's so happy. It's been weeks since he's felt like this. Settled. Like he can take on the world. For the first time in what feels like forever, Max has a sense of determination that wraps itself around him. Like the championship isn't all but lost to Lando. Like the car isn't going to be terrible today, even though he might not even finish in the points. Like everything he's gone through the past few months on the track is all about to end because you're finally here and if anyone can bring the team luck, it's you.

"I love you." You whisper into his chest. "Now, let's go show the world why you're about to become a 4 time world champion, yeah?"

And that's exactly what he does.

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938,398 likes liked by redbullracing, taylorswift, yourdad and others yourpersonalinsta we are SO back, baby!!! What started out as a nightmare of a day turned into a generational drive for the history books. P17 to P1 and I cannot believe I was there to witness it. Max, I am proud of you beyond words. You and the entire team deserve this win today. I love you to the moon and back, Maxie. (tagged: maxverstappen1) taylorswift what a race! Trav and I caught most of it before the game today. Congratulations!!! >>>yourpersonalinsta hope to see you in Vegas in a couple of weeks! >>>user928 oh my god, new bestie duo unlocked!? maxverstappen1 words fail to describe how much I love you baby. Thank you for always being in my corner and never giving up on me, even when I want to give up on myself. Love you to the ends of time, schatje >>>user928 i am SOBBING. Boyfriend Max is my favorite Max.

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[kinascum]

TAG! - M. STURNIOLO

SYNOPSIS: What happens when your brother's best friend pushes your boundaries in a thrilling encounter?

CONTENTS: nls!reader, explicit sexual content, strong language, power dynamics, degradation, chasing? primal? idk, no actual piv, oral (male), semi-public, humiliation.

WORD COUNT: 1.5k

pt2 (chris)

You sit around the kitchen table of the cozy cabin, the glow of the moonlight spilling in through the windows, casting shadows across the well-worn Monopoly board. The laughter and banter of the evening's game slowly die down as the last few hotel properties are snatched up, and the bank is declared bankrupt. Your brother Nate, and his best friends, grin at each other, the competitive spirit still lingering in the air. It's late, and the yawns start to take over, signaling the end of the night.

The cabin's wooden floorboards creak as everyone heads to their designated sleeping areas. The fireplace crackles, casting a warm, flickering light across the room. You settle into your bed, but the excitement of the day keeps sleep at bay. The rustling of blankets and muffled snores from your brother's room reminds you that you're not the only one who remains restless.

The whispers of the night beckon you and you find yourself tiptoeing to the bedroom door. You peek into the hallway, noticing a sliver of light seeping out from under Matt's door. Curiosity piqued, you ease the door open to find him sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless, staring at the floor. "Can't sleep either?" he asks, looking up and catching your gaze.

"Yeah, it's like my brain won't shut up," you admit, stepping into the room. "Wanna go outside for some fresh air?"

Matt nods, a glint in his eye. "How about we play a game to pass the time?"

Intrigued, you follow him out into the cool night, the crunch of gravel underfoot. The moon casts a silver path down to the lake, where the water laps gently against the shore. The air is alive with the scent of pine and the distant sound of an owl's hoot.

"Okay, I'll chase you," he says with a smirk, "and if I catch you, I win."

You laugh, thinking it's just a way to burn off some energy. "What do I get if I win?"

"We'll see," he teases, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Ready or not, here I come!"

And with that, he's off, his sneakers pounding the ground as he sprints towards you. You squeal, the thrill of the chase igniting your senses. As you dart away from him, the night air feels alive with electricity, your heart pounding in your chest. This is the kind of thrill you live for, the kind that makes you feel alive.

The game starts innocently enough, the two of you weg through the trees, laughing and panting. But as the minutes tick by, the adrenaline turns into something else. Something you've felt simmering between you for a while now, something you've been too scared to acknowledge. The wind carries the scent of him, a tantalizing mix of aftershave and pure masculine energy. Your skin tingles with anticipation, and you start to feel the heat building deep within you.

Matt's breath is hot on your neck as he catches up, his strong hands grabbing you around the waist. You gasp, feeling his solid body pressed against yours, the game turning into something much more primal. You can feel the heat of his body overcome yours, and it sends a shockwave through your core. This isn't just a game anymore; it's a dance of desire that you're both eager to explore.

He whispers in your ear, his voice thick with lust, "I win."

With a firm grip, he spins you around and pushes you to your knees. You look up at him, a mix of fear and excitement swirling in your eyes. He's serious. The gravity of the moment hits you like a ton of bricks, but you don't resist. You want this. You've wanted this for a long time.

He unbuckles his belt, the metal clinking in the stillness of the night, and unzips his pants, pulling out his hard cock. "You know how this goes," he murmurs, stroking himself, watching you with a hungry gaze. "You're gonna let me use that pretty little throat?"

Your heart races as you lean in, your mouth watering despite the fear. You wrap your lips around him, and he groans, his hand tangling in your hair. He's not gentle, pushing deeper into your mouth, his grip tightening with every moan. The taste of him fills your senses, a mix of salt and earth, and you can't help but feel a twinge of excitement. This isn't how you thought this night would go, but the way he's looking at you, the way he's holding you, it's like he's claiming you, and it turns you on more than you ever thought possible.

You try to keep up, but he's too much for you. You gag, and he laughs, a dark sound that sends shivers down your spine. "Look at you," he says, "such a good little slut, take it." Spit trails down your chin, and your eyes water, but you don't stop. You can't. The thrill of it all is too intense.

"I bet Nate never knew what a whore you are," he murmurs, his voice low aging. "Letting me fuck your mouth out here like some cheap hooker." His words are like a slap in the face, but they only serve to make you wetter. Your eyes narrow as your brows chisel in, but you're his, and you're letting him do this to you. It's a power play, and you're both acutely aware of it.

"Oh, you're mad?" He laughs. The sound of branches underfoot in the distance makes your heart leap. "Better hurry up," he says, his eyes glinting with excitement, "or Chris might find you like this and want a taste" The thought sends a jolt of fear and arousal through you. "Oh, but you'd love that, being used by both your brother's best friends?" Your mind races. What would Nate think if he found you like this? What would Nick do? The possibility of getting caught only adds to the thrill.

Matt's hand moves to your chin, holding it in a firm grip as he fucks your mouth harder, faster. "Take it, baby," he growls, his hips bucking against your face. "You like it, huh?" You nod, unable to speak with his cock lodged in your throat, you mumble around his shaft. You do love it. The degradation, the power he has over you in this moment, it's intoxicating.

Finally, with a grunt, he pulls out, coming all over your face and chest. You collapse back onto the ground, gasping for air, your heart racing and your eyes like storms behind shed tears. He wipes his dick off your shirt, smiling down at you like he's just conquered the world. "You've always been mine, don’t get mad now," he says, his voice full of satisfaction. He leans down, his hand on your jaw suddenly pulls away and the sing on your face is accompanied by the hot spit thrown at you. "Mine to use whenever I want."

The night air is thick with the scent of sex and sweat, and you can't help but feel a little bit used. But you don't care. You're his, and that's all that matters. The tension between you is palpable, the line between friendship and something darker is now irrevocably blurred. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, tasting him on your lips, and wonder if this is the start of something new.

As you both catch your breath, the sound of footsteps grows louder. Panic flares in your chest. "we have to get back." You stumble to your feet, your legs wobbly from the intense experience. Matt chuckles, tucking himself back into his pants.

Together, you sneak back towards the cabin, your heart pounding in your ears. As you enter the cabin, you see the light from Nate's room is now off. Did he hear you? Did he know what was happening outside?

You slip into your bed, your body still humming with desire, your mind racing with thoughts of what's to come. The lines between friendship and lust have been crossed, and there's no going back.

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love, paz<3

[apiptosis]

First post so please have mercy.

The Waynes do attend galas and the like at other places than Gotham. It's rare, happens once in a blue moon and they hate it.

Now imagine Cass drawing the short straw as the dedicated child shapperone for Bruce and she takes out her frustration by either refusing to dance with said partner or humiliating them by outdancing them to make fools of them by using difficult dance moves and tricks depending on the dance and song. If she can discreetly make them trip she rewarded herself with some extra desert. Her favorite was to take over as the lead and forcing her dance partners to scramble as they suddenly had to learn how to follow.

Cue her finding adoption bait tm Danny Fenton who got dragged along by Vlad when he announced that he was hosting the biggest gala Illinois had seen in years and wanted to help his "dear godson" make some connections to help him for when he graduates at the end of the year.

It was some honest fun at the humiliation of the sons of the Uber rich but the 6'8 wall of muscle genuinely looked like out of place. It took her a few seconds to place why. It was as though someone dressed a lion in a suit and expected it to act like an upperclass citizen.

Curiosity bid her to ask the man to dance with her. To give her the chance to get a true feel of this curiosity. A challengeing light ignited within his eyes at the third time she suddenly pulled a twirl or intentionally miss stepped and he instantly corrected it.

By the fourth song both of them were giving the other challging smiles as they now took turns leading the other on the most complicated combos they could pull off. Neither of them aware that they drew the attention of everyone around.

By the time the night ended Danny 'Ghost King' Fenton left for Fentonworks with a small scrap of paper containg a number and name silently thanking the lessons dance lessons he was forced to learn by Sam at first and then the bevy of ghost who learned that their king 'wanted' to learn how to dance. The beautiful girl had spoken to him in a way he rarely had a chance to speak.

Cass dragged a faux grumbling Bruce to their hotel room feeling like she was in the most animated conversation of all time despite not a single word being exchanged. Her dance partner had truly seen her and reacted to all of the words she didn't and or couldn't say yet and spoke to her in the same way. For the first time in a long time she felt truly seen and understood by this stranger.

The entire ride home Bruce was typing into his phone and for some reason when they got home Damian was raving about purple gorillas?

[minkdelovely]

Lucifer could sob with relief, Alastor’s arms around him feeling like they were holding him together- like without them he would simply bust into pieces on the floor.

THIS LINE RIGHT HERE?? Literally made me forget a murder JUST happened.

AAAAHHHH this chapter was so intense and DELICIOUS. I went through so many emotions, but more in the sense that I was on the journey WITH Lucifer, not outside of him. Everything was just described so beautifully, and now I’m so eager to see how our favorite duo is gonna clean up this mess! 😮‍💨

God, That's Good!

Chapter 8: Pentious' Death

Pentious has dirt on Lucifer- and that just won't do. Something shifts in his relationship with Alastor.

Tags: EXPLICIT DEPICTION OF MURDER (I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH. A MAN IS DYING); followed by Explicit Sexual Content™️

Sweet Lord this chapter was a lot! Please be mindful of the tags above before continuing. There is a smut scene in this chapter- I'll include dividers surrounding it in case you want to skip over that section!

Also just as a note- everything from chapter 7 to chapter 12 is taking place on the same day! I tried to figure out a way that it would make sense to space things out but ultimately just having a bunch of fuckery on the same day is what worked out the best xD

My weekly thank you to @fraugwinska for her eternal love and support, as well as to @minkdelovely for being so supportive and sweet about this story 🥹

(this divider doesn't count for the smut lol)

Act One: Chapter 1 🥧 Chapter 2 🥧 Chapter 3 🥧 Chapter 4 🥧 Chapter 5 🥧 Chapter 6  🥧Chapter 7 🥧 Chapter 8

They stand there in an uncomfortable silence for a few moments before he speaks. “So, what can I do for you?” Lucifer asks the other barber, and Pentious’ smile somehow gets even wider.

He straightens his shoulders. “I have come to check out your establishment,” he says, and Lucifer’s eyebrow quirks up. “Despite what Niffty may have claimed, it’s not much to look at- though I presume you’ll have it in top shape in no time!” He steps further into the shop, trailing his fingers over different surfaces, inspecting Lucifer’s razors, moving around until he’s within an arm’s length. “I have also come to collect my money back- the five dollars.”

And he’s been trying to be polite, but the request makes him laugh out loud. “Do you not know how a contest works, Sir Pentious? You lost- the money is no longer yours.”

“Furthermore,” Pentious continues, as though Lucifer hadn’t spoken, “I shall expect half of your earnings every week, delivered to me via Niffty, once you start getting customers in. You’re welcome to use your remaining share to make the place a little nicer-”

“Just why, exactly,” Lucifer cuts in, “would you expect me to do that?” He spoke as though Lucifer owed him something, when their contest had been cut and dry- Lucifer had won fair and square, he hadn’t cheated in any way, nor had he stolen the money.

Pentious holds out his hand to Lucifer, waiting for the money to be dropped into it. “You see, I thought I was wrong until you mentioned Fleet Street to the crowd asking where they could find you! I was but an apprentice- you taught me the tricks of the trade!”

For a moment Lucifer has no idea what he was talking about- then the memory hits like whiplash, causing him to dig his fingers into his palm, the faint pain of it keeping him grounded. Young Eddie- a slip of a teenager that he had given a few dollars a month to assist him in cleanup one summer when his business had been booming, his free time limited when it came to the state of the shop. He had been going through a late puberty, his facial hair growing in patchy and uneven around his red spots of acne, and he- Damien- had taken pity on the boy and taught him how to shave in the most basic of manners. 

He feels the blood drain from his face as he staggers back towards his chair, and Pentious barks out a harsh laugh. “Ha! So you recall my face at last, Damien Diggory- and you’ll adhere to my terms or I ssshall fetch the Beadle and tell her of my findingsss!” He stalks closer, his frame towering over Lucifer far less pleasantly than Alastor did, his words hissing through his teeth in his excitement. “You think you’re ssso much more clever than everyone else, coming back here, but I know who you are! And I ssshall have you on the first ssship back to the wastesss of Florida if you don’t do as I sssay.” He straightens his shoulders again, smile pleasant once more. “I ssshall like to have my money back now if you pleassse, Missster Diggory.”

His plans, his goals, his vengeance- they slip through his fingers like sand with every word from the other barber’s mouth. He’s still talking but Lucifer can’t hear him over the buzz of anger, of wrath, that fills his mind, his eyes going dark around the edges. Pentious would ruin everything that Lucifer had worked for if he wasn’t stopped; even if Lucifer did as he said the threat of it would loom over his head constantly, forever in the back of his mind, never sure if he would fulfill his plot before it all came crashing down around him.

And Lucifer does raise his hands from where they’ve been ramrod straight at his sides, but not to reach into his pocket for his wallet- he feels like a man possessed as he lunges instead for Pentious’ throat, the man letting out a choked off grunt when Lucifer tackles his tall frame to the ground. There’s a resounding thud that shakes the shop walls, and Lucifer is distantly conscious enough to hope that Alastor doesn’t hear it and come running, or God forbid the little girl come up to see this. But more pressing is the deep thudding inside his head, dark whispers saying to silence this man, that he was going to destroy everything that Lucifer had done if he didn’t stop him. Even now his past chased him as he tried to outrun it, this lowly charlatan that he had tried to help as a young man coming back to haunt him all these years later.

Pentious releases a hand from those encircling his throat, opting to rake his fingernails down Lucifer’s arm rather than dislodge his grip- he can feel bones shifting beneath his palms, the red of the man’s face ensuring that he couldn’t speak beyond the garbled noises that escaped his throat. He tries to twist his body, managing to knock Lucifer from his position and try to scramble away. The smooth fabric of his suit slips against the wooden floors, not giving him the traction he needs to truly escape. Lucifer tackles him once more, this time bringing his arm up to wrap around Pentious’ throat and finally,  finally,  his movements slow and eventually stop, his body hanging limply in Lucifer’s arms before he lets him gently to the floor.

He was well and truly fucked, he realizes, his panic rising when he hears the girl shouting something from downstairs. In a frenzy, he grabs Pentious’ boots and drags him across the floor to the half-open door of the apartment, scrambling to shove his body inside and ease the door shut before the door to the shop opens. He pulls his sleeves down in a rush so she can’t see the marks that her employer has left on him, and when she flings the door open she glances around curiously.

“Where’s Sir Pentious? He told me to make sure he wasn’t late for the tailor- I think it was supposed to be yesterday actually, but I know I have the time right at least!” She stands with her arms behind her back, rocking gently forward on her toes then back on her heels.

Lucifer clears his throat, hoping he doesn’t sound as panicked as he feels. “Sir Pentious had to leave,” he says in what he hopes is a reassuring manor. “Perhaps you should run along after him!”

She whips her head back and forth, red hair splaying in every direction. “No, sir- if he comes back and I’m not here I would be in some trouble! I mean- he says that, anyway. But between you and me, I think he’s a bit of a softie.” She gives Lucifer a conspiratorial wink, her smile fading when he doesn’t return it. “He’s okay though, right?”

“Oh, he’s fine! Just had to step out-”

He hears a soft noise from behind him, perhaps too low for the girl to pick up but he hears it clear as day- Pentious was waking up from his short bout of unconsciousness, Lucifer’s strength not enough to permanently put him out of commission. “-rather suddenly- why don’t you wait for him downstairs? Or, like you said- if he’s a softie, surely you wouldn’t get into any trouble for returning to his home or base of operations.” He returns her wink finally, and that seems to put her at ease- she flashes him a smile and is off in seconds, the door slamming behind her and the stairs thumping as she bounds down them. He breathes a sigh of relief, taking a deep breath for the first time since he had learned who Pentious was, steadying himself to go back into the apartment and try to talk reason into the man.

He doesn’t get a chance. Pentious charges him from the doorway of the apartment, Lucifer landing hard on his knees while Pentious tries to claw at his face, his throat, anything he can reach. His own throat is bruised, dark shades of purple and mottled green that makes him look like a dead man come back to life, his eyes red rimmed and furious as he tries to take Lucifer down. In a moment of desperation, Lucifer manages to grab his razor- he flicks it open with practiced ease, one hand adjusting the grip he has and the other reaching out to fist in Pentious’ hair, swinging his weight to change their positions. The force of the motion sends them both toppling backwards, Pentious still flailing in an attempt to get away despite the firm grasp Lucifer has on him, no true sounds coming from his ruined throat.

In a way, Lucifer’s mind clears as he lifts the razor. He stares at the ceiling of the barbershop, stray bits of hair obscuring his vision, but he feels for once like his body is at peace. He can hear his heartbeat in his ears over the muffled noises from the man above him- he doesn’t feel numb, or empty.

He feels justified. He brings the razor down in a swift, precise movement, a spurt of warm liquid that drenches his face before the body that rests on his chest falls still at last.

He’s unsure how long he lays there before he drops the razor, using the weight from both arms to shove Pentious off him. There’s the solid noise of something heavy dropping onto a hardwood floor, then silence. Lucifer can’t look at him, can’t face what he’s done yet even as the evidence coats his face, his chest, his hands. 

It was necessary. That’s what he tells himself as he rises to his knees, body vibrating with the leftover adrenaline of the fight. And no one would ever have to know- he would clean up, hide the body until dark when he could try to take it somewhere to bury him. There was that killer on the news, the Bayou Butcher- it could be passed off as one of their kills if anyone ever found the body. Alastor would never have to know. He seemed complacent enough with Lucifer’s plans but to actually see it plain as day, staining Lucifer’s skin? The conversation they had had not even an hour ago would be for nothing- Alastor would be frightened of him, would surely kick him out, report him to the authorities. He needed to move now, clean this mess up, hide the body-

There’s no creak of the stairs or the door, nothing to alert him to Alastor’s approach until he hears the soft gasp at the entrance, looking up from Pentious’ body and the pooling blood to see Alastor standing there with wide eyes, his hand covering his mouth.

“Alastor,” he gets out, his voice low and rough. “Fuck, I- I didn’t want you to see this.” 

“You killed him?” The baker asks, and Lucifer can’t identify the tone in his voice so he flinches at the sound of it. “You actually- you did this?”

He closes his eyes against the raw emotion in Alastor’s voice. “Yes. I- I wasn’t planning to, he recognized me from my past and he was going to blackmail me, I couldn’t just let him-” Alastor is still watching him, his eyes darting between Lucifer and Pentious, his hands trembling, and Lucifer’s chest aches with the possibility of Alastor being scared of him. He staggers from his knees to stand, his feet stuttering as he tries to approach Alastor, and he knows he must look a mess. “Please, Alastor, he would have ruined everything; you have to understand.”

And to Lucifer’s shock, he seems to. He removes his hand from his mouth to reach out and cup the barber’s cheek, his other hand coming up to wrap around his back and pull him into his chest. Lucifer could sob with relief, Alastor’s arms around him feeling like they were holding him together- like without them he would simply bust into pieces on the floor. “Fuck, I was- I’m so sorry,” he mumbles into Alastor’s shirt. “If you’re afraid, I understand; but please know that I would never, never harm you.” He places his own hand- coated in blood, he realizes, but he feels like he’s moving in slow motion, too late now to take the movement back- along Alastor’s face, stroking a thumb along his cheekbone.

To say he’s surprised when Alastor steals his mouth in a searing kiss would be an understatement; one he doesn’t have time to unpack as Alastor brings their lips together, a frenzy of teeth and tongue that has wires crossing in Lucifer’s brain, transforming the anxiety of the moment into something more heated that races confusedly through his veins. The baker guides him, walking him backwards towards the apartment until they cross the threshold, closing the door enough that they can’t see the body on the floor of the barbershop before shoving Lucifer onto the couch.

Dust puffs around them, tickling his nose, almost breaking the moment to let out a nervous giggle until Alastor starts pawing at his shirt, fingers fumbling with the buttons until he gets it open and slides his hands along the planes of Lucifer’s chest and abdomen. One of his hands drifts lower, brushing against sensitive skin through the fabric of his pants and Lucifer’s hips buck up without conscious thought, a broken moan pouring into Alastor’s mouth that the other man simply drinks down. 

It’s not until he hears the clinking of his belt that he’s spurred into action, pulling off Alastor’s mouth with a gasp and stilling him with a hand to his wrist. “Jesus fucking- Alastor, wait-”

“I can’t,” Alastor groans, rolling his hips down against Lucifer’s, the friction against his clothed erection making Lucifer see stars. “I need you, need this, please…” He drags Lucifer’s hand away from his wrist, brings it to the hardness straining between his own thighs.

“Oh, fuck,” Lucifer manages before Alastor is taking his mouth again, tongue sliding against his, everything heated and moist and so much. “Fuck, I- we’re taking it slow,” he protests halfheartedly, already kicking himself for the possibility of the gorgeous man in his lap taking a step back. “We said we would slow down-”

“Slow down after, damn it,” Alastor near snarls, never ceasing the grinding of his lower body, and flashes of pleasure spark down Lucifer’s spine at the perfection of it. “Will you be so cruel as to make me beg?”

His head is shaking before he realizes it, soft words of affirmation spilling forth and spurring Alastor to finish removing Lucifer’s belt, tossing it carelessly behind him to clink onto the floor and shoving his shirt up. His hands are fast and deft, buttons undone in record time and reaching in to pull Lucifer’s cock from his pants, hard and aching in the slight chill of the room from the breeze that blows through the broken windows. He moans when Alastor gives him a stroke, his grip firm and perfect, and he finds the sense of mind to start working at the baker’s bottoms open as well. 

The whimper that escapes Alastor when Lucifer gets a hand around his erection will live in his mind forever, he thinks, low and keening against Lucifer’s mouth. He shifts his seat in the barber’s lap, impatiently smacking his hands away so he can bring their cocks together between his own hands and buck his hips, bare skin hot and hard against one another, the way eased by the fluid that leaks from them both. 

Lucifer is almost embarrassed by how quickly he’s losing control with this beautiful man in his lap, his fingers digging into the soft skin of Alastor’s hips- he’s sure to leave bruises, something he wishes he was a good enough man to feel sorry about, but the thought of leaving something that lasts on Alastor’s body was too delicious to pass up. He grips harder, and Alastor rips their mouths apart to let his head drop back and whine. “Touch me,” he asks earnestly despite his earlier despair at the thought of begging, freeing a hand from their lengths to bring Lucifer’s deathgrip from his waist to the buttons of his shirt, all but ripping them off in his haste to assist in undoing them. “Please, Lucifer-”

To have someone so lost in passion because of him that they plead with him for more, their release obvious and imminent in the tremble of their frame is a high Lucifer has seldom experienced. Even with Lilith he had never felt so desirable- but to think of her now was unfair to either of them. Right now he was here with Alastor, who was squirming and desperate seated on top of him, Lucifer would be damned if he didn’t give the man the attention he desired and deserved.

“God, you’re fucking gorgeous,” he breathes, taking over for Alastor’s nimble fingers and hastily opening his shirt, calloused fingers brushing against a dark, sensitive nipple, the motion causing Alastor to collapse forward with his head on Lucifer’s shoulder. He pants hot and wet in Lucifer’s ear as the barber lets his hands explore, trailing over beautiful, smooth skin that it was possible no one had ever touched before; his sounds are a combination of unrestrained pleasure and frantic whispers of Lucifer’s name. “You’re a marvel, so perfect for me-”

Alastor’s grip tightens fractionally, the rhythm of his hips faltering against Lucifer’s until his whole body tenses. Teeth sink into Lucifer’s throat- not hard enough to draw blood, perhaps more of an anchor to reality as orgasm crashes into Alastor, muffled noises escaping where he holds delicate skin between his teeth. The baker’s grip is so much wetter as he spills over his fingers, a hot splash of release that decorates Lucifer’s abdomen and makes the glide of their cocks against each other sloppy.

The pain of the bite, the sudden slickness to the friction of Alastor’s hands holding their erections together is too much for Lucifer as well. He throws his head back, his groan directed at the ceiling as his orgasm rips through him, body burning like he’s been set ablaze from the inside out. Ecstasy claws its way through him, sharp bolts of it that start in his abdomen and flash through his limbs and brain like explosions while he spends himself as Alastor had, hot and wet across his fingers and their cocks.

Lucifer isn’t sure how long they sit there, simply breathing one another in before Alastor withdraws his teeth from the barber’s throat. “My apologies,” he murmurs into Lucifer’s ear, and the shiver that races down his frame has little to do with the chilled air that resides in the apartment. “I’m not quite sure what came over me.”

“I have some idea,” Lucifer says on a laugh, slipping a hand into Alastor’s dark curls to pull him from the crook of his neck and look at him properly. He brushes sweaty strands away from his forehead, presses a soft kiss to his lips. “It was an intense moment for both of us- there’s no need to apologize for it. If anything, I should be apologizing; I said I would court you properly before we did anything more and I’ve given in to the first temptation you offered me.”

Alastor scoots himself backwards on Lucifer’s lap, grimacing at the mess that still rests between them. “You’re the one who chose to name yourself after the origin of sin in Eden; perhaps I was counting on that.” He winks before he climbs out of Lucifer’s space entirely, grabbing a doily from the sofa arm to haphazardly wipe himself down before he slips through the door back into the barbershop.

Lucifer hears him speak, and the dopey smile still on his face from the linger aftershocks of pleasure fades when he remembers what lay on the other side of that door- what he and Alastor now had to race to fix before anyone came looking. 

“Oh dear,” Alastor exclaimed, and Lucifer could picture the worried crease in his eyebrow at the carnage. “What a mess!”

Act One: Chapter 1 🥧 Chapter 2 🥧 Chapter 3 🥧 Chapter 4 🥧 Chapter 5 🥧 Chapter 6  🥧Chapter 7 🥧 Chapter 8

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Barking and growling at the idea that Percy would definitely use the water breathing to eat you out in a bigger tub, or use it to not breath when he’s drinking you up

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Percy is 100% doing this. He has always been a fucking man for eating pussys!!

╰┈➤Warnings: overstem, poor writing today, fem!reader, alcohol.

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Being outside late in a swimming pool, maybe at a hotel or outside your shared house if you want. He was so turned on already when you are wearing that swimsuits, how the lights from the pool make you look— the buzz from the wine making you relax and calm.

The minute his fingers are playing with the band of your bottoms you open your eyes to see him almost begging with the moon shining into his eyes. “This is a perfect time,” Percy licks his lips and continues to play with your suit. “I can breath underwater and stay down there for so long.”

Once he’s under, he’s tugging you out of the suit bottoms and latching onto your clit with no hesitation. He’ll eat you out for hours until your all pruned up and to tired to even move. Your glass of wine spilled on the concrete next to the pool as you try and twitch away from him.

It’s been too long, he was over working your nerves. “too much’ too much,” you kept tapping his shoulders as his grip on your waist remains tight.

Once he finally comes back up, he finds you sobbing and twitching like crazy. He has been so mean, but too good to you. “Baby, don’t cry,” he cups you cheek and brings you closer to his body.

“I got you now, the only problem with being under water was not hearing or watching you cum,” he kissed your cheek as he guides you to the steps and out of the pool.

“Might bully you with my cock to baby, wanna see if you can take more.”

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