#i finally drew them together. like i set out to. smiles as i stare off at the sunset screen

[rose-in-blue]

Valentine’s Day Special — “Really and Truly”

Alastor x reader

Summary: After the hotel’s valentine’s day party, Alastor gets a little drunk. Who knows what secrets will be revealed when the Radio Demon gets a little too much whiskey?

Warnings/tags: afab/female reader, cursing, fluff, tipsy!Alastor

A/n: I was very inspired by the valentine’s outfits from Vivzie, so everyone’s outfits here are (modest, going out, of course) versions of the designs. (I was also inspired by @zonxter's amazing work here) Also, this is my first time writing a kiss scene, so please let me know if it's ok! :)

Word count: 1392

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You sighed, picking up yet another plastic party cup. After a long day of setting up the hotel for Charlie’s Valentine’s Day party, the last thing you wanted to do was clean up the mess the guests had made. However, one look into Charlie’s puppy-dog eyes convinced you to ignore your oncoming headache and help. 

“Another, please, Husker!” Alastor, the only one not helping, sat on the couch in the lobby, surrounded by a few to many shot glasses. Husk rolled his eyes from the bar, but dutifully poured another and brought it over to Al. You sighed. It wasn’t fair that you were working your ass off while the Radio Demon just sat around, was it?

Making your way over to the couch where he sat, you kept picking up streamers in various shades of pink and red and stuffing them into the black trash bag you carried. As you drew closer to Alastor, you could tell just how drunk he was. Chuckling to himself about seemingly nothing, his bowtie was completely undone, just hanging around his neck, and both his feet were up on the couch. One knee crossed over the other with his hands draped across his chest, this was possibly the least put-together you’d ever seen him. His eyes lazily drifted up to yours, a tipsy blush across his cheeks. “Why, hello, dear!” he said, radio filter gone, almost slurring his words together. “You wouldn’t mind getting me another one of these, would you?” he asked, raising the now-empty shot glass in his hand. You just rolled your eyes and moved on, clearing more party cups off the bar. You didn’t really know why he let his demeanor slip so much, especially since everyone was still out and about, but you decided it was better not to ask. 

Alastor huffed like a child, then called out to Husk, who poured another one. Alastor groggily grabbed it off the bar with his shadowy tentacles. 

Sitting at the bar, you subtly glanced over at him. Alastor looked different today— a nice different. Instead of his usual suit, the one he wore now had only black and dark red. Heart shaped buttons and small stitched x’s adorned his cuffs and vest front. You blushed slightly; vests were your weak spot. Alastor caught your eyes, and your blush only deepened as his smirk grew. Breaking his stare, you returned your gaze to the bar in front of you, suddenly fascinated with the etchings in the wood.

“Hey, (Y/N)! Could I have some help over here?” Charlie called from the other side of the lobby.

“Sure,” you called back, getting up from the barstool.

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About an hour later, the lobby was finally back to looking normal. Charlie and Vaggie had just gone up to bed, soon followed by Angel, Lucifer, Niffty, and, finally, Husk. You finished up in the kitchen, then went out one last time to check on Alastor. He was still on the couch, even more disheveled than before. Over half a dozen shot glasses sat on the table in front of him. You sighed, before going over to pick them up. Alastor looked up, as if just now registering your presence. “Ah, darling! Won’t you pour me just one more of those?” he asked, eyes half-lidded. 

You firmly shook your head. “No, Alastor. You’ve had enough. I don’t know what got into you tonight, but no more of it. I’m cutting you off.”

Alastor practically pouted (yet somehow remained smiling). “No, dear. Please get me another, or I will.”

You turned to face him, looking down to where he was splayed across the couch, legs now wide open. “No! No more! You’re going to be too drunk to get up to your room if you have more.”

Alastor growled, his eyes flashing into radio dials. He grabbed at your hands, pulling you toward him until you fell forward. You flushed; partly out of anger (and partly because you were practically sitting in his lap). “And what, my dear, gives you the jurisdiction to preside over me, to make that decision for me? Hmm?”

Still flushed, you didn’t really know what to say. (Even when drunk, Alastor had such a way with words). “I, uh…” You decided to just be honest. “I don’t want to see you regret anything you might do tonight.”

He smiled, pulling you even closer. Your face was inches from his, your stomach pressed against his. “Oh, dear… I would never regret anything I did with you.”

You turned as red as his hair. “I’m not so sure about that,” you backed up, pulling out of his grasp. “You’ve never even held my hand before, and now you’re pulling me into your lap? I don’t think that’s something that you would do if you were sober.”

Alastor’s smile turned almost sad. “Or maybe it’s just something I’ve never been brave enough to do,” he said quietly.

“...I… I’m sorry?” you whispered. There was no way that Alastor had admitted that. But, if he really had… then maybe your feelings toward him were reciprocated? No, of course not, you shook the thought from your head.

He looked down, sighed, and then looked back at you. “Forgive me, dear,” he breathed. 

Before you had a chance to ask him what he was talking about, Alastor had pulled you back to his lap, crashing his lips against yours.

You froze. As much as you’d dreamed of this moment, you couldn’t rightfully continue. It would be taking advantage of the situation. Fighting against every urge to kiss him back, you pulled away.

Alastor looked surprised, then sad, then guilty. “I… I’m so sorry,” he sighed, dropping your hands.

Rushing to fix your mistake, you started babbling. “No, no, it’s not that, it’s just…” you struggled to find the right words. “I can’t. Not while you’re like this. Not when you can't make decidions, on weather or not you want to do this."

Alastor blinked, seeming out of the alcohol trance for a moment. His eyes softened, gazing lovingly into yours. “Oh, my dear… You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that for.”

You were taken aback. “I… what?”

“Sweetheart, ever since you arrived at this hotel, I’ve wanted to kiss you more than anything. I thought that today, on the day dedicated to love…” he laughed at this, gesturing around at the hotel, still minimally decorated. “...it might be the perfect opportunity to tell you. Ah, but alas…” he giggled, no doubt from the whiskey, “...Alas, it seems that I couldn’t have done it without a good ol’ glass of rye!”

“Um… really?” you whispered, not wanting to get your hopes up. "Not about the rye part, the... the other part?"

“Really and truly!” He smiled. Taking your hands again (softer, this time), he slowly pulled you back on his lap so that you now straddled him. Eyes never breaking from yours until they closed, his mouth gently found yours again. Running his silver tongue across your bottom lip, he smiled into the kiss. His lips were warm and soft, locked on yours. You breathed in a gasp as his tongue found its way into your mouth. Oh, he tasted so sweet— like strong rye and vanilla. The kiss was soft, not what you’d imagined from Alastor. It was a pleasant surprise, though— a very pleasant surprise.

The kiss deepened, as Alastor’s hand came up to the back of your neck. You shifted your hips forward, hands gripped tightly to his coat lapels. Alastor softly moaned into the kiss, and you matched it with a whine; in perfect harmony.

Gasping, you both came up for air. Staring into his eyes, a love-struck smile played across your face. Alastor goofily grinned. “I love you, (Y/N).”

You blushed as you stood, pulling Alastor with you. “Let’s see if you’re still saying that tomorrow, buddy.” Guiding him into the elevator, you pressed the button to the top floor.

“I will!” he assured you. Then, after a few moments, “Won’t you stay the night?”

Smiling, you held tighter onto his arm. “Not tonight, Al. Let’s wait until you’re not… intoxicated.”

He grinned as you led him out of the elevator to his room. “Really?”

You smiled as he walked into his room, turning back to gaze at you.

“Really and truly.”

[rars]

mouthwashing would've gone a lot different if tabitha scarlet was there

[crushpunky]

drew and actress!reader argue about their next steps

masterlist | actress!reader masterlist

this is a combination of a few asks and takes place pre-OBX season 3. warning for some angst + arguing

Y/n ended her call with her manager Morgan with a sigh. It was a conversation she had been dreading, but she also knew was inevitable with the direction her career (and character on OBX) was moving. She had been dropping hints to Drew that her contract with OBX was ending, that she wanted to move onto some different projects, Caroline’s character arc was coming to a close…

“Hey, baby.” Drew smiled as y/n walked into their living room. He was sprawled out on the couch, his limbs propped on the ottoman and Charleston curled up at his side. Y/n smiled lightly at him, the grin not quite reaching her eyes in a way that made Drew’s brain sound off with bells and whistles.

“Um, I just got off the phone with Morgan,” y/n said quietly, Drew leaning in intently as she spoke, “and I don’t think I’m going to be renewing my contract for OBX.”

Drew’s face dropped, his eyes blinking rapidly as he stared at her in a stunned silence.

“W–what?” Drew said incredulously. Y/n sighed, running a shaking hand through her hair. Whether or not either of them cared to admit it, Outer Banks and shooting together was a big aspect of their relationship. Hell, it was how they met and how they spent months of the year practically inseparable on set.

“I– I just…” y/n swallowed harshly, “I want to try new things and I don’t want to feel tied down to—”

“‘Tied down’? Is that really how you feel?” Drew scoffed, shaking his head at her words.

“Drew, you know I don’t mean it like that.” Y/n sighed, her hand resting on Drew’s tensed shoulder.

“What do you mean, then?” Drew said. “‘Cause I’m trying to understand and it just sounds like you think the show’s a burden and—”

“I didn’t say that.” Y/n said sharply. “I love the show and working with the cast— and working with you— but I just… it’s time for me to move on.”

“But I’m still stuck on this— what, this shitty, teenaged Netflix show? I can’t move on?” Drew shook his head. It was hard to not take it so personally when the show had given them so much, and for her to just leave like that… it hurt.

“This has nothing to do with how I think of you or your acting or career. You know you’re… a lot more important to the show than I am and you have a much more challenging role and—” y/n ran hand down her face with a sigh, “—this is 100% only to do with me and my career and my future.”

“But what about our future?” Drew said. “I just… don’t you think this is going to change things between us?”

“But it doesn’t have to. It doesn’t have to change anything.” Y/n said, taking Drew’s hand. His eyes closed, Drew ran his hand through his hair with a deep sigh.

“This is… this is really what you want?” Drew whispered, his thumb brushing along the back of y/n’s hand lightly.

“I think it’s the right step.” Y/n said quietly. Drew chewed on his bottom lip, mulling over his racing thoughts and questions before his gaze finally lifted to meet y/n’s. She could see a glint of sadness in his eyes, a recognition that the unique bond of the show would be changing.

“I don’t want you to think I didn’t think about us when I was making this decision.” Y/n whispered, squeezing Drew’s hand lightly. Drew nodded, squeezing her hand back.

“If this is what you think is best, then I support you.” Drew said. Y/n let out a sigh of relief, cupping the side of Drew’s face as she pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“I’m sorry if I made you feel forgotten or—” Y/n began, but Drew cut her off, kissing her forehead chastely.

“I’m sorry for freaking out, it's just… I can’t imagine the show without you and it just scared me to think about it.” Drew said lowly. Y/n frowned, to which Drew shook his head, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her against his chest. Her arms snaked around his torso, feeling the ridges of his muscles under her fingertips and hearing the thrum of his heart in her ear.

“We’ll figure it out, ok? I love you and we’ll figure it out.” Drew said simply. Y/n, squeeze him tighter.

“I love you. Thank you for supporting me, Drew. Really.” Y/n whispered.

[sugarcoatedstarkey]

Movie nights - Drew Starkey

Pairings - Drew Starkey & reader

Summary - movie nights with the friend group turns into reader and Drew not being able to control themselves.

Warnings - sexual intercourse, oral, language. 18+

A/n- this was a request but for some reason they have all disappeared from my inbox.

“I can just sit on the floor”

Everyone disagrees and chatter feels the room, your eyes fall on Drew who’s watching you from his seat on the couch. “Don’t be silly, just sit between Drew and I” Austin motions, he scoots himself further into the side of the couch and you stare at the gap.

It’s small, too small for your large bottom. You noticed Drew must have had the same thought as you caught him eyeing your lower half, he gave you a soft smile and patted the seat.

You stepped over Chase and Rudy who were sprawled out on the floor, snacks of various kinds sat between them. You slowly brought yourself down to the couch, you were definitely not going to fit.

Before you could stand back up, Drew’s hand snaked around your waist and pulled part of you onto his lap. You couldn’t steady your heart beat, it was going a million miles an hour.

“Comfy?” He questioned, all you could do was nod your head. Keeping your eyes in front of you, the movie had started but you had no idea what was happening.

All you could think about was Drew, your back pressed to his chest. His arm around your waist, your backside pressed to him.

You could feel his breath tickle your ear, his pointer finger rubbing soft circles into the exposed flesh of your hip. Your mind goes into overdrive, unintentionally you press back into him. Emitting a groan from his lips, your thighs squeeze together instinctively.

“You good?” Austin questions, he noticed your tensed body. You nod your head and give him a soft smile, turning your attention back to the movie.

You manage to focus on the tv for the next 10 minutes, trying to forget that you were nuzzled against Drew. The person you had been crushing on for the past 6 months, someone you had started to get to know slowly.

You met him at Austin’s birthday party, he had been praising the ground Drew walked on for months and finally you were going to meet your close friend's new buddy.

You both hit it off instantly, the conversation flowed between the two of you like you’d been friends for years. Austin loved that the both of you got on, he dragged you to everything for the past 8 months.

You had a hunch he was trying to set you up with Drew, he never said anything but the fact that you had been invited to everything was a telltale sign.

You knew you had caught feelings for Drew about 6 weeks after meeting him, you had stepped out of the ladies bathroom at lunch. Your eyes fell onto Drew who was chatting to a very attractive brunette, he had a cheeky grin on his face and he rubbed at his jaw slightly. You knew he was flirting with her, and that’s when you knew you liked him. Your skin felt itchy and your throat felt tight, you had to backtrack into the bathroom and calm yourself.

So it was especially difficult right now, lent against him. You were sure the absentminded circle he drew on your skin was nothing, the two of you had become affectionate. Usually you’d wrap your arm around his waist or he would hold your hand. It was friendly , affectionate, you assumed.

“You smell nice” he whispered into your ear, his lips ghosting over your skin. Shivers ran down your spine causing you to squirm against him, his hands steadying your hips against him. “If you move like that again you're going to be very uncomfortable” he whispered, his hand left your waist to readjust his crotch.

You visibly gulped, turning your head slowly to meet his eyes. His eyes were dark, full of what you assumed was lust. His lower lip was red raw, indicating he had been chewing at it. You couldn’t resist and you moved again, this time pressing your ass cheek to his crotch.

He was hard, so hard you were sure he was about to burst through his jeans. He let out another groan, but bucked his hips against you. “I’m not uncomfortable” you stated, pressing down onto him once again.

His hands held tightly onto the waist, the veins in his arms protruding.

“You don’t sound too good” Austin spoke, causing you to jump out of the bubble you had created around the two of you. He had a smirk on his face, you knew he knew exactly what was going on. “Y/n can you take him to the spare room?”.

“Oh yeah sure” you stood up quickly, grabbing a hold of Drew’s hand and practically dragging him out of her room. Patting him on the back to make it look like he had fallen Ill suddenly.

The moment the door closed, Drew pinned you against the staircase. His hands enveloped your face, his lips pressed against yours. You could hear your heart in your ears, thumping harshly as you kissed him. The blood running through your veins ran hot, your panties were soaking.

“Fuck.. I’ve wanted to do that for so long” he breathed, his breath was staggered and his chest thumped against your own. “You have no idea” you laughed, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

He grabbed the back of your thighs and pulled you against him, carrying you down the hallways towards the spare room.

He lay you against the bed, hovering over you. His eyes wandered your body, he seemed slightly nervous. So you made the move for him, unzipping your shorts for him. He gulped, pressing his lips to yours again. His fingers danced up the length of your thigh, palming your ass in his hand.

“Drew, please touch me” you whimpered, he squeezed your ass once more and moved to pull your pants down. You quickly reached up to bunch the material of his shirt in your hands and pulled it over his head, pressing a soft kiss to his pecks. “Fuck your so sexy” he groaned, you pulled your top over your head as he pulled his pants down.

You could see the hardness of his cock straining in his boxers, you're sure you saw it twitch but his lips were on yours again. Pressing his erection to your core, you whined into his mouth. Grinding your hips up and against him, his fingers dug into the flesh of your hips.

You undid the front of your bra, your breasts pooling out. His eyes went wide at the sight of your hard nipples, his mouth enveloping around it. His tongue licked and his teeth nibbled, his other hand massaged your breast. Whines and moans slipped from your lips, you needed more.

You pulled his head away, pushing against his chest. “Stand up” you ordered, reaching for the waistband of his boxers. His eyes were on your face, studying you. He just about came when your eyes widened at the sight of his cock, thick and long. “Shit” you moaned, lacing your hand around the base of his cock. “What a pretty cock”.

You took this moment to look up at him, widening your mouth. You sucked his pink tip, his pre cum sending your taste buds into a frenzy. His hips jerked slightly as you continued to take him in, only slightly gagging as he touched the back of your throat. “Holy shit” he exclaimed, you watched on as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

His hand came around to hold the nape of your neck, his animal instincts kicked in. Forcing himself in and out of your mouth, you loved it. Your pussy was dripping, tears streamed down your face. His cock had your jaw aching but you could feel he was close, the veins in his cock throbbed against your tongue.

“Wait, I don’t want to come like this” he stated, pulling his cock from your mouth. A trail of spit between you two, he wiped your chin and then your cheeks. Pushing you down against the bed, he kissed up your legs until his face hovered over your cunt. “You smell so good” he whispered, pressing his lips to your clothed pussy,

“Fuck Drew, please please touch me” you begged him, your pussy was throbbing. You needed to feel him inside of you, his fingers dipped into the waistband of your panties and pulled them down your legs. A trail of arousal followed, any other time you might have been embarrassed.

But the look on his face had you wideneding your legs for him, his eyes drinking in the sight of your pink wet pussy. He pressed a soft kiss to your folds, pressing his tongue between them. Opening you wide for him, he pushed your legs up against your chest.

Your aching hole staring back at him, you just about came from his nose grazing your clit. His tongue slid up and down your pussy, sucking on your swollen nub. Your hips rolling against his face, he pushed two fingers into your hole. The sounds your pussy was making would have you cringing usually but fuck was it hot with Drew.

“Oh fuck, Drew! I don’t think-“ you cried out, he entered a third finger as his mouth sucked at your clit.

Your chest was heaving, the buzzing in your ear was deafening. Your hole fluttering around his fingers, arousal soaked his hand. “DREW!” You cried, your orgasm hit you like a wave. Swallowing you under, you struggled to breath as your body shook from such pleasure.

His kisses on your stomach brought you back to reality, you were dazed. His smile had you weak at the knees, he reached into his wallet and pulled out a condom, you watched as he ripped it with his teeth and rolled it down his cock. “Ready?” He questioned, hovering over you.

“I want to sit on you” you stated, you pulled yourself up and signaled for him to sit against the headboard. You wrapped both legs around him and hovered over his cock, he gripped the base and you both watched as you slid down him. “O-oh!” You cried, his size stretching your tight hole. You’d only ever been with a few other men and none of them the size of Drew.

“Take it slow baby girl” he whispered, running his hands up and down your naked back. His eyes trained on your face, he watched as your eyes screwed shut and you began to move up and down him slowly. “That’s it, just like that” he mumbles against your neck, kissing your skin and palming your breasts.

“I feel so full” you stated, his lips found yours. His tongue explored your mouth, drinking in your soft moans and whines. His fingers dug into the flesh of your ass, moving you up and down faster and faster until he couldn’t take it anymore. “Fuck y/n, I need you to lay down”.

He didn’t give you time to comprehend and move the two of you, he brought one of your legs above his shoulder and thrusted into you. This new angle hitting exactly where you needed him to, your walls pulsating around his cock. Sucking him deeper and deeper.

Drew was cursing and grunting above you, watching as his cock entered your pussy. The veins on his arms protruding with each thrust, your fingernails dug half crescent moons into his shoulder blades. “Drew!” You cried out, his cock hitting your g spot. “I’m so close!” You warned him, you pulled him against your chest. Wrapping both your legs around his waist.

His nails dug into your hips as he moved faster and faster. “Let go baby, come around my cock! I want to feel your walls suck me in” he groaned, his own orgasm catching up to him.

Once again your orgasm hit you, this time you're not sure if you’ll recover. Your body shook around Drew, choking back your words of encouragement.

His body began to shake against you, his cock twitching inside of you. He squeezed you tighter, cursing into your shoulder blade. The muscles in his back flexing against your hands.

He pulled himself out of you and collapsed, his eyes closed shut. Both your chests rising and falling heavily, your bodies sweaty and warm. You turned your head to look at him, you thought he may have passed out because he didn’t move for a solid 2 minutes.

“That was fucking amazing” he finally spoke, giving you his biggest smile. You nodded your head rolling into his side. “Those were the 2 best orgasms of my life” you admitted, pressing your lips to his.

“There will be plenty more where that came from”.

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[rafesbabygirlx]

Meant To Be

Masterlist

Drew Starkey x BSF Reader

Summary: you and Drew have known each other a while you didn’t know he had feelings for you too.

A/N: inspired by the middle photo… naturally

Warnings: heavy make out, smut (a few positions, oral m&f receiving)

You’ve known Drew for two years, hanging out whenever you’re both free. You live in LA but work part-time in NY, so schedules can be tricky, but you make it work. You’ve flown out to support him at Outer Banks sets and premieres, including the season 4 one.

When you arrived, Drew and his dad met you for lunch at the hotel. You’re close to his family and the OBX cast, so you felt comfortable. As you finished your makeup, Drew, quicker than you, stayed and watched you, but you brushed off his lingering stares. You’ve had feelings for him but never expected anything, not knowing he felt the same.

After the premiere, neither of you wanted the night to end, so you found a quiet booth at the hotel bar. You talked about work and his upcoming Queer premiere. Before long, you were sitting close, smiling at each other. Drew finally said, “Feel free to push me away, but I need to get this off my chest.” Before you could respond, he kissed you. When he pulled back, you grabbed his hair at the back of his and kissed him again.

You stumble into your hotel. Never breaking the kiss. You pull his suit jacket off and he drops the strap of the dress of your shoulders. Kissing down your neck sucking on spot underneath your ear. You make your way over to the bed. He lifts you and tosses you softly in the middle of it.

He’s hovering over you giving you kisses on the neck again. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this.” You smile, pushing him onto his back and straddling him. “You don’t how long I’ve been waiting for this.”

You kiss him deeply, traveling to his ear, nibbling on it, down his neck and stomach until you reach the waistline of his boxers. Looping your fingers over it pulling them down. You grab his cock eagerly, dribbling a wad of spit onto the tip and begin pumping. He sits up to get a better look.

Still stroking you being to lick the tip, teasing him. Tasting the pre cum sitting on top. He grunts and bucks his hips up at the feeling. You begin to bob your head up and down on his shaft. Moaning sending vibrations through him. He takes your hair in his hand. “That’s it baby girl, you know exactly how to make me feel good.”

You work faster as he grunts lowly above you. As soon as he’s close he pulls you into a kiss. It’s passionate and feverish. Like he’ll die if he stops. You lay back down and he slips your dress down your body. it was backless so you didn’t have on a bra. Leaving you in just your underwear that leave nothing to the imagination. “It’s almost like you planned this.” He takes a second to admire you before mirroring your actions from before ending at the hemline of your thong.

Yanking them off he dives right in. Licking up to your clit sucking on it while his fingers tease your entrance. Coating them in your arousal and sliding two in. He’s pumping at a racing pace mouth still on your clit. You are squirming and moaning. “Drew, please… fuck me already.”

He releases his finger putting them in his mouth as the other hand pulls his boxers completely off. He strokes himself a couple of times before lining up to you. He slowly pushes in, you’re so wet there’s no resistance.

“Oh fuck,” you say in unison. Pulling a giggle from both of you before you gasp as he relentlessly thrusts into you. You grab his biceps trying to steady yourself. “That fucking feel good baby?” His words make your eyes rolls back. “Oh my god, yes, fuck yes Drew!”

He wraps his arms around your head and you scratch harshly down his back. The chamber he created around you intensifies all the sounds in the room. Your skin slapping together, the wet sound of his thrusts going in and out, both of your moans. He kept whispering sweet words in your ear. “You’re so fucking perfect. You don’t know what you do to me.”

You feel the band in your stomach about to bust. “Come for me pretty girl.” You don’t need a second longer before you’re arching into him and coming. He follows right behind you. He lays down next you caressing your face and you fall asleep in his arms while he kisses your shoulder.

[misspygmypie]

Meet & Greet... and more? Pt. 9

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader Words: 2937 Click here for Part 8

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The months passed by with Y/N and Lando’s relationship growing deeper steadily. In the 11 months they had been with each other they both had learned to cope with Lando’s busy lifestyle. The next Grand Prix was just around the corner and Lando had always thrived on the adrenaline of racing but today the excitement was dimmed by a heavy feeling of responsibility. Every detail needed his attention and this meant missing Noah’s fifth birthday party, which was less than a week away.

He glanced at the demanding schedule on his desk and felt a pang of guilt. He opened his laptop and called Y/N, hoping to at least share a moment of happiness remotely via video. When her face appeared on the screen the dining table in the background was cluttered with birthday decorations ready to be hung up, of course racing themed.

“Hey baby,” Lando said, trying to sound upbeat. “How’s everything going for the big day?”

“Hi,” Y/N’s smile was warm. “We’re getting everything ready, he’s really excited and he’s been asking about you a lot.”

Lando tried to mask his sadness with a smile. “I’m sorry I can’t make it, things are just incredibly hectic right now.”

“I know,” Y/N replied, her eyes filled with understanding and concern. “He understands and he’s so proud of you! He even drew a picture of you racing and he’s been showing it off to everyone. He’s really looking forward to when you’re back and we can all spend some time together.”

Just then the boy appeared on the screen, holding up the drawing with a beaming smiley face. “Lando, look! I made this for you, it’s you in the car!”

Lando’s heart melted at the sight. “Wow, Noah, that’s fantastic! I’m going to keep it in my suitcase to remind me of you.”

Noah’s face lit up. “Will you win the race for me?”

“I’ll definitely try my best,” Lando said sincerely. “And when I get back, we’ll have a special day together. How about we finally go to a go-kart track and race like I do? You can show me how fast you are.”

“Really? That sounds amazing!” Noah’s eyes sparkled with excitement and Y/N gave Lando a grateful look. “Thank you for making the effort to connect, even if you can’t be here in person.”

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In the days following the video call Lando couldn’t shake the guilt of missing Noah’s birthday. He had promised to make it up to them and he was determined to keep that promise. Between the hectic preparations for the Grand Prix and the relentless schedule it seemed nearly impossible but Lando was set on finding a way.

Late one evening he sat in his living room and stared at his calendar. Meetings, strategy sessions and media obligations filled every available slot. But the more he looked, the more he felt that missing Noah’s birthday wasn't just a minor oversight, it was an opportunity lost to be there for someone who meant so much to him.

The idea was simple: create a small window of time to surprise them before the Grand Prix. It would be tight, but with some help he believed it could be done.

“Hey, Oscar, do you have a moment to chat?” Lando spoke into his phone after his team mate had picked up.

“Sure, what’s up?”

“I need a huge favor,” Lando said. “Noah’s turning five this week and I’ve been looking forward to celebrating his birthday with him. But with all the media meetings and events I have lined up I’m struggling to figure out how to be in two places at once.”

Oscar listened carefully. “What can I do to help?”

Lando took a deep breath. “I was wondering if you could cover some of my media meetings and sponsor commitments for a few days. Noah and Y/N are my family now and I can’t bear the thought of missing this day.”

“I get it, Lando. Family is everything, I’d be happy to help out.”

“Thank you, Oscar,” Lando felt a surge of relief, “Noah looks up to me and Y/N has been incredibly supportive during our entire relationship. I want to be there for both of them just this once.”

Oscar chuckled softly, finding Lando’s dedication endearing. “You know, it’s kind of cute to see how much you care about them. It’s clear how much they mean to you.”

Lando smiled, a bit embarrassed, grateful that Oscar wasn’t able to see him. “Well, when you find the right people it changes everything. I’m really lucky to have them in my life.”

“Just send me the details and I’ll make sure everything runs smoothly. You focus on having a great time.”

“Thank you so much,” Lando said gratefully. “It means more to me than you know. I’ll get you all the details in a bit.”

“No problem at all,” Oscar assured him. “We’re all part of a team here and we support each other. If there’s anything else you need just let me know.”

With their conversation wrapped up, Lando quickly called his assistant to inform him of the changes and then compiled the necessary details for Oscar, relieved and grateful for his friend’s support.

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The day of the surprise arrived and Lando boarded a private jet early in the morning, arriving in Y/N’s city just in time to make the most of his brief visit. He kept his plan a secret, even from Y/N, to ensure it would be a complete surprise.

When Lando arrived at Y/N’s house, he was greeted by colorful birthday decorations and the buzz of children’s laughter. Y/N opened the door, her eyes widening in disbelief when she saw him.

“Lando! What are you doing here?” Y/N gasped and hugged her boyfriend tightly before kissing him for a few seconds.

“Surprise! I couldn’t miss his birthday, so I rearranged my schedule to be here.”

Y/N’s face lit up with happiness. “He’s going to be thrilled. He’s been so excited for today.”

As Noah ran up to the hallway his face brightened when he saw Lando. “You came!”

Lando crouched down and the two of them hugged tightly for a moment, then Lando handed the birthday boy a large box wrapped in orange, his favorite color. “This is for you, happy birthday, buddy.”

Noah eagerly unwrapped the box to find a high-quality remote-controlled race car. His eyes widened. “This is amazing, it’s just like the car you drive!”

“It is,” Lando said with a grin. “And I thought we could have some fun together testing it out.”

Before they could start playing Noah’s friends, who had been watching from a distance, gathered around, their eyes wide with disbelief as they recognized Lando. The kids stared in awe, their excitement growing as Lando greeted them. “Hi everyone,” Lando said with a friendly wave. “I’m glad to finally meet all of Noah’s friends.”

The children took turns asking Lando questions about racing and they all spent the afternoon racing the remote-controlled car around the yard, with Noah’s friends eagerly joining in to cheer them on. The party was a huge success and after seeing the joy on Noah’s face Lando knew he had made the right decision.

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The next evening Lando was preparing to leave for the Grand Prix when Y/N approached him, Noah standing next to her with a small, carefully wrapped package.

“Before you go, Noah has something he made for you,” Y/N said. “He and his class had a project where they crafted gifts for the special people in their lives. He was really excited about this and he wanted to give this to you next time you were here.”

The boy, standing beside Y/N, handed over the gift. “I picked you because you’re my hero.”

“Aw,” Lando responded, visibly touched by the gesture, “thank you so much, I can’t wait to see what you’ve created.”

Lando unwrapped it eagerly but just as carefully and he discovered a handmade notebook. The cover was decorated with stickers, including race cars, stars and an orange glittery “L.” Inside, the pages were filled with Noah’s heartfelt notes and colorful drawings about their adventures at the tracks so far together.

Lando felt himself tear up as he flipped through the pages. Each drawing depicted a different scene, a race car zooming across a track, Lando in his racing suit and Noah himself with a big smile in the garage. But it was the final page that truly got to him.

The last drawing was a vibrant crayon depiction of a family. It showed Lando, Y/N and Noah together, smiling and holding hands, surrounded by stars and hearts. The drawing was labeled with the words: “Our Happy Family.”

Lando could barely keep himself from crying. He turned to Noah, who was watching him with wide, hopeful eyes. “This is the most beautiful drawing I’ve ever seen. It means so much to me that you see us this way.”

“I wanted you to have something special because you’re always so busy and away from us.”

Y/N, seeing Lando’s emotional reaction, added softly, “Noah was so proud of his project. He wanted you to know how much you mean to him.”

Just in that moment Y/N’s phone rang and she stepped away to answer. Lando took the opportunity to grab Noah’s hand and guide him to sit down next to him on the sofa. “Can I tell you something, Noah?”

The boy looked up, curious. “What is it?”

Lando took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. “I want you to know how much I love both you and your mom. Being with you two has made me happier than I’ve ever been.”

Noah’s eyes widened with interest. “Really?”

“Really,” Lando said, nodding. “And there’s something I’ve been thinking about. I want to ask your mommy to marry me but I wanted to make sure you’re okay with it first.”

“You mean you want to be our family forever?” Noah’s face lit up with excitement and the young man smiled, feeling relieved. “Yes, that’s exactly what I mean. I want us to be a family, just like in your drawing. What do you think?”

Noah thought for a moment, then asked shyly, “If you’re going to be our family, you kind of would be my dad then?”

Lando’s heart melted. “That would make me very happy. But let’s keep this a secret for now, okay? We’ll surprise your mommy together when the time is right.”

Noah nodded enthusiastically. “Okay, I won’t tell anyone,” he whispered and the both shared a big smile while Noah snuggled up to the man.

_____

Lando had spent the last few weeks juggling the thrill of Formula 1 races with the excitement of planning a surprise that meant more to him than any victory on the track. He had been dating Y/N for well over a year now, a year that had flown by in a blur of love and laughter. Their relationship had grown and Lando knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.

There was just one thing missing: the perfect proposal. So, he decided to involve someone very important in his plan, someone who would have a unique perspective and whose opinion mattered a lot to both Y/N and Lando. That someone was Noah.

During his next weekend off Lando gently woke Y/N one morning and informed her about the day’s agenda.

“Good morning, love,” Lando said softly, smiling and kissing her forehead. “I’ve got a little surprise planned for you today.”

Y/N blinked sleepily. “Oh? And what’s that?”

“I’m taking Noah for a boys’ day out. You’re going to have a day to yourself; shopping, pampering, whatever you want, baby. Just relax and enjoy.”

“And what are you two up to?”

Lando gave a mysterious grin. “You’ll find out soon enough. Have fun today!”

With that he placed a loving kiss on her head and quietly tiptoed over to Noah’s room where the boy was already awake, the space a cheerful mess of toys. 

“Good morning, buddy,” Lando greeted, tousling his hair. “Are you ready for a little secret mission?”

Noah’s eyes widened with curiosity. “A mission? What kind of mission?”

Lando knelt down to Noah’s level, a playful grin on his face. “It’s a very important mission. I need your help to plan something really special for your mommy.”

“What is it?” Noah’s face lit up with excitement. 

“Remember when I told you a while ago that I wanted to ask your mom to marry me?” Lando asked. “I need your help to make sure it’s perfect. Can you help me with it?”

Noah’s eyes sparkled with delight. “Yes, I’ll help! What do we need to do?”

Before they were able to head out they had to get ready. First he had to get the boy dressed. Lando picked out a pair of comfy jeans, then held up a colorful, striped shirt and a grey hoodie. 

“Which one?” Lando asked, holding them up for Noah to see.

“This one,” Noah pointed at the hoodie, “so we look like twins because you’re wearing a similar hoodie.”

“Great choice,” Lando laughed, setting the clothes on the bed. “I have to start selling some LN4 merch for kids…” he mumbled to himself, still giggling while helping the kid put on the hoodie, carefully guiding his head through the hole and then assisting him with the jeans.

Next up were the shoes. Noah struggled a bit with the laces, so Lando patiently demonstrated how to tie them with the boy sitting on his lap and intensively watching the man make two bows and soon Noah was proudly showing off his neatly tied sneakers.

“You’re all set, bud” Lando said, giving Noah a playful fist bump.

Noah looked down at himself, beaming with pride. “Thanks, I look great.”

“You sure do,” Lando chuckled and a few minutes later they were on their way.

Lando could hardly contain his own excitement as they headed out, Noah chattering away about superheroes and cars. They made their way to a luxurious jewelry store that Lando had carefully selected and once inside Lando crouched down to Noah’s level. 

“Okay, buddy, here’s the plan. We’re going to pick out the prettiest ring we can find for your mommy. I want it to be perfect and I need your expert opinion. Do you think you can help me with that?”

The boy nodded proudly. They wandered through the store and he would occasionally stop to inspect a ring with intense focus. Lando enjoyed watching Noah’s careful consideration, amazed at just how seriously the little kid took his task.

After a while, Noah stopped in front of a classic, elegant ring with a solitaire diamond. His eyes grew big and he looked up at Lando with a confident grin. “I think this one is the best! It’s so shiny and pretty!”

Lando studied the ring. It was perfect; timeless and beautiful, just like Y/N. He smiled and nodded, clearly impressed. “I think you’re right. This is the one!”

Noah beamed with pride as the ring was carefully packaged. “I can’t wait to see mommy’s face when she sees it!”

With the ring selected they headed to a nearby fast food restaurant where Lando turned to Noah for ideas for the proposal. Over shared chicken nuggets, fries and milkshakes they came up with a perfect plan and after they had finished their meals and bought the rest of the supplies they would need they quickly made their way home knowing that Y/N was still going to be out for another few hours.

Back at the house they worked together to prepare the living room. They created a colorful path by lining the walls with some pictures Noah quickly drew, depicting past memories the three of them had made together and at the end of the trail is where they were going to wait for her.

When Y/N arrived a few hours later she followed the trail of Noah’s drawings, her heart swelling with emotion as she admired each piece, confused about what was happening but curious to find out what was awaiting at the end of the trail. Eventually she saw Noah with the biggest smile on his face, holding a large sign that read “Will You Marry Lando?”

In the center of the room and next to her son stood Lando, surrounded by Y/N’s favorite flowers and big red shiny heart balloons scattered around him and Noah. He took Y/N’s hand, his voice filled with emotion. “Y/N, we’ve been planning something special for you today.”

Noah, proudly holding the sign and not being able to wait any longer, added, “Mommy, Lando and I picked out a ring for you. We wanted it to be perfect!”

Y/N’s eyes filled with tears as she looked back at Lando who dropped to one knee, holding out the beautiful ring. “Y/N, I love you more than words can express and I want nothing more than to be a family with you and Noah. Will you marry me?”

Overwhelmed with emotion Y/N nodded, tears streaming down her face. “Yes, Lando. Of course I will!”

Noah jumped up and down with joy just as Lando slipped the ring onto Y/N’s finger. They embraced each other tightly, with Noah joining in, sharing kisses knowing that the journey of their little family was just starting.

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Do a short cruise where Pazzi goes scuba diving while Paige, who’s afraid, hesitates—until Azzi reassures her that everything will be okay! --- S2

Scuba Diving

hiiii thanks for the prompt! Just fluffy! Also sorry if this is kinda sus at the end I wrote this in like 30 minutes and it’s 1 am so ya ————

1.1k words

theme: cruise pazzi/ scuba diving/ facing fears uwu🥺🥺🪼💫✨🌈🌊❤️‍🔥💖☮️

———— The warm summer breeze blew against paige’s face, brushing her long blonde hair behind her shoulders.

Paige glanced next to her, taking in the sight of her girlfriend as the sun shined down on her tanned skin.

Paige smiled, happy to finally be alone with her girlfriend for the first time that day. 

As they stepped off the boat, Azzi began to tug on paige’s arm.

“Come on Paige we are gonna be late, the first slot is at 10:30 and if we don’t get there in time we are gonna have to wait until 11:30.” Azzi said as she lead her onto the sandy pathway. 

Paige scrunched her face, confused, “Wait, I thought we were just gonna chill on the beach. Need to work on my tan,” Paige said, her lips curling into a childish pout.

Azzi turned back to look at her, smiling at the frustrated look on her girlfriend’s face.

“Come on Paige, no way you thought we were gonna go to a literal island and stare at each other the whole time.” Azzi said, reaching out to rub in a patch of left over sunblock she had forced paige to put on.

Paige swatted her hand away, blushing, as Azzi giggled at her.

“I mean, I wasn’t gonna object.” Paige said with a smirk.

“Okay well you can stare at me under water.” Azzi said grabbing her hand and pulling her along.

Confused, paige let Azzi take the lead, focusing on the feeling of her girlfriend’s soft hand interlaced with her own.

Suddenly it made sense, as they drew closer to the other end of the small island where another mini boat was set up.

“Swim with the Sealife” was plastered on a sign next to it, along with a shack renting scuba gear.

Paige felt her stomach flip. Paige didn’t really have a fear of being on the water it was more of a fear of what was in it.

Azzi recognized the unusually silent paige, and turned to her, “baby? You good?” She asked picking up on the way her girlfriend’s sun kissed cheeks were a whole lot paler than a few minutes ago.

Paige was embarrassed, she could tell how excited Azzi was about this and knew if she said anything Azzi would turn around and they would head right back to the beach.

On any normal day, paige probably wouldn’t have felt too bad, given she would just make it up to Azzi later that night, and Azzi never really cared what they did as long as they were together, but as paige looked over she saw the way Azzi’s eyes were glowing when she looked at the water.

“Oh nothing I’m just excited.” Paige lied, her enthusiasm a bit fake and she knew Azzi would see right through it.

Azzi gave her a skeptical look but walked over to rent the scuba gear.

Paige anxiously waited, dipping her toe into the water as she stared at the fish swimming below her.

When Azzi returned, she shoved a purple scuba mask, and a pair of purple flippers.

Paiges nervousness faded a bit as Azzi’s dimpled smile stretched across her face.

“Purple.” Paige said grabbing them from Azzi as they walked towards the boat.

“Rewarding you for being such a good girlfriend and going scuba diving with me.” Azzi replied as she stepped off the dock and onto the boat.

It shook a little as she got adjusted, and the driver was waiting patiently.

Paige took a deep breath and stepped on.

As the engine of the boat started, the boat rocked.

Paige let out a little gasp and Azzi looked over at her.

Paiges knuckles were white as she gripped onto the railing of the small motor boat. 

Azzi frowned, wrapping an arm around her girlfriend, “paige what’s wrong, you didn’t have a problem with the cruise ship, why are you scared?” 

“I’m not scared.” Paige said pouting, trying to stand a little taller, but contradicting her hands clinging to the railing for dear life.

“It’s okay if you want to go back.” Azzi said, running her fingers along her back softly.

“Well no reason too since I’m not scared- if you’re scared though then that’s-“ paige started and was interrupted by an increase in the engine causing the boat to lurch forward, paige’s hands switched from the boat to wrapping around Azzi, holding on to her for support.

“Aw Paigey, I thought you weren’t scared.” Azzi said running a hand through her blonde hair, and pushing her head closer to her. 

“Shut up.” Paige said as she buried herself deeper in the crook of Azzi’s neck.

By the time they had reached the diving spot, paige had managed to regain her composure.

Azzi leaned over the edge of the boat, dipping her feet in the water.

“Have you ever seen jaws.” Paige asked, sitting down next to her but keeping her feet in the boat.

“Paige come on you know that movie isn’t real.” Azzi said, reaching over to squeeze her hand. 

“Well sharks are real so you never know.” Paige said, biting her bottom lip as she eyed the water cautiously.

Azzi scooted closer.

“If any shark even comes close to the boat, I will punch it in the nose.” Azzi says teasingly, rubbing paige’s back gently.

“But you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, just know that as long as I am here nothing is gonna hurt you.” 

Paige looks up and meets Azzi’s eyes, which are filed with so much love, paige felt like she could do almost anything.

“Fine.” Paige said, sliding the scuba mask onto her face, shaking herself out, letting her fears leave her system.

“Yay! I knew you could do it baby.” Azzi said, doing the same thing.

“Don’t get used to this.” Paige warned. “I swear you are the only person who could ever get me to do this.” Paige sighed shaking her head as she looked at the water below them.

“It’s cuz you love me.” Azzi said, bumping her shoulder playfully. 

Paige smirked, “Yeah yeah.” 

After taking one more look over at Azzi’s eager frame, seeing the excitement and joy, she knew this would be the first of many times that paige would do something like this.

For Azzi, she would face any fear, any obstacle, any conflict that came her way, if it meant she could see that dimpled smile again and again.

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The Tension and the Terror...........Part X

Pairing: Emperor Geta x OFC (extremely loosely, character is named but otherwise not described besides hair length)

Summary: Geta asks Letha to read to him.

Warnings: some dire, we-could've-just-died sex, a hint of a breeding kink if you squint, violence and blood, maybe Geta likes blood a bit too much, 18+ only.

Word Count: 3.9k

Part 10 of 15

[ Part IX ]

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A/N: I don't have anything eloquent to say about this part, just that this was the first thing I wrote when I was exploring these characters. I hope you like it.

“I would’ve thought you’d be in bed by now.”

The sound of Geta’s voice startled Letha, bringing her out of the book. Geta stood in the doorway to the cozy library, his shoulders slumped, his posture slack. He was changed, wearing his robe and little else, save for his laurels. Perhaps he’d forgotten to remove them. She mirrored Geta’s tired smile and closed the book, watching him. It was late, almost an hour after she left him to talk down his brother. He should’ve just gone to bed.

“I’m sorry, I know it’s late.”

She shook her head as he approached, setting the book on the stack of others on the small table beside the couch, making space for him. He sank into the plush couch beside her, his hand falling over one of hers. He took it up, giving it a squeeze, not meeting her eyes. She squeezed his hand back, her other hand wrapping around it too. 

“How is Caracalla?”

He sighed. “He is asleep. I can only hope he feels better in the morning.”

“And how are you?”

He met her eyes, his lips narrowing as he pressed them firmly together. “I wish I could tell you I still feel amazing,” he spoke, a wistful look in his eyes, “but I am conflicted.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked, her heart aching for him. She would carry all his secrets, his sadness, like it was her own if he let her.

“...Can you just sit with me?” he requested. “Read to me or don’t, I just… let me sit beside you for a while.” The desperation in his eyes was intoxicating. She could serve as his distraction. He had done enough of it for her, without knowing it.

“Shall I bore you with Ovid, or…” she examined the stack beside her, leaned over the arm of the couch, “...Virgil, Geta?”

Geta felt his smile slowly returning. “Choose whichever you feel would be best.”

She took a moment, glancing at the books in her hands before making a choice, setting the other down.

Geta took that as his cue, spreading out over the couch, his back colliding with her legs as he tried to lean back. She drew her legs up to give him more room, surely he needed it more than she did. Wordlessly, he corrected her, his hands wrapping around her ankles to pull her legs back out, his touch searing her bare skin. Before she could protest, he reclined, his back pressing into her front, his head resting against her chest, a shockingly intimate position for simply reading.

He turned, his ear pressing into the soft fabric covering her chest, listening to her heartbeat as it raced. His hands smoothed up her now-bare legs, the dress forced up high around him. He began soft, innocent strokes back and forth over the top of her thighs, finally letting out a breath he’d been holding in since the party.

“Geta, what–”

“You offered to read to me, Letha,” he reminded her, interrupting her panicked words, looking up at her with his large chestnut eyes, “so here I am.”

All arguments died on her tongue as she stared down at him, his expression unreadable. She forced herself to look away, choosing instead to devote her attention to the book in her hands as her skin grew hot. Her nerves at an all-time high, she began to read.

She started off a bit shaky, still getting used to Geta’s closeness again, his physical touch, but soon her voice leveled out and she even let herself indulge in the way his fingers moved over her skin. If anyone saw them there, tucked away in the library together, it would be impossible to explain away.

Holding the book open in one hand, her other eventually wound into his soft copper hair, impeded by the golden laurel crown he still wore. She moved lower, running her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, mirroring his own pattern making.

After a few minutes he abandoned her thighs. She barely contained a sound of protest as he sat up between her legs, only really able to once she saw him lifting the beautiful crown from his head. He set it on the ledge of a bookshelf behind the couch. She didn’t have words any longer, his silent actions pulling taut a hot cord low in her belly, reminding her of their earlier encounter. 

He was lying between her legs not as an Emperor, but as a man.

“I didn’t mean to distract you,” he spoke quietly, though the rise in his cheeks showed he knew what he’d done. As if on purpose. “Please, continue.”

A few heartbeats more and she did, relaxing once his hot hands returned to her thighs, her own fingers resuming their ministrations, spreading out further now that the crown lay beside him, glittering in the candlelight.

He left out a soft grunt of satisfaction, the sweet sound stoking the flames within her. It was so hard for her to focus now, the words on the page beginning to blur together as she attempted to recreate the sound in her mind.

“We can stop,” he offered, his voice barely a whisper.

She shook her head, though he couldn’t see it, and continued reading. 

This book had never bored her more than it did right now.

Letha couldn’t have said when it happened, but at some point she’d fallen asleep while tucked behind the tall Emperor. Geta didn’t mind at all, also feeling the pull of Somnus on his eyelids.

They laid there together for almost an hour before the attacker stepped into the room.

Letha awoke gently, though she was immediately free from the grogginess that usually followed, sensing something off. The book had fallen to the floor from her dangling hand, rousing her. As she leaned down a bit more to collect it, she froze, her eyes landing on a pair of dark brown, almost black boots.

She followed them up as her fingers wrapped around the book, fear driving her fight or flight response as adrenaline put life back in her limbs. The blade glinted in the stranger’s hand and as he raised it, Geta began to stir against her. She felt a jolt of panic.

The stranger’s eyes left hers and darted over to watch Geta as he moved a bit, beginning to wake. Before she could warn the assassin off of what he was about to do, he lifted the blade, eager to bring it down into the slumbering Emperor.

She moved without thought, lifting the book up into the blade’s path. It sank into the bound parchment, poking through to the other side, perilously close to her palm. Relieved to see Geta so far unharmed, she twisted the book in her hands, freeing the blade from their attacker’s grip. She quickly tossed the damaged book deeper into the library. He watched it go, a bit surprised.

“Leave,” she begged him, her voice shaky. She could feel Geta grip her calf tighter in sleep and she knew she wouldn’t let anything happen to him. Whatever it took.

“Macrinus sent me here for you,” the man clarified, “This is just providence.”

The words were like ice in her veins.

He readied himself for a fight. Letha was forced to push Geta off of her and onto the floor so she could get to her feet in time to meet the assassin’s lunge.

Geta was startled awake, confused at what he was witnessing. Letha’s foot came down startlingly close to his face as she pushed back against the attacker, a loud crash sounding as he was forced into one of the many bookcases lining the walls.

Geta remembered sending the guards posted outside the door away upon his arrival and realized immediately just how stupid he’d been. He would never be safe here, in this city.

He sat up, watching her straining to topple his attacker. He couldn’t deny the rush that overtook him. She was fighting for him. 

The assassin trapped one of her arms, twisting it harshly. Letha cried out, her eyes squeezed shut as the man pressed at the still-healing wound on her shoulder. It was all Geta needed to get to his feet, risking his own safety to wrap a strong arm around the man’s neck, pulling him off of Letha. 

The man reached for his throat, attempting to pull Geta’s arm away, but it was futile. Geta was quite strong, he just never had to make use of his strength, was never shown how to wield it properly. The man pushed back, forcing Geta into a low table. They both crashed down through it, the narrow wooden legs splintering under their combined weight. An elbow to Geta’s ribs got him to loosen his grip and the man rolled away from him, sputtering. 

Letha was on him in a flash, one of his arms trapped behind his back, pinned by the weight of her on his chest, but the other was free to reach for her, finding purchase in her hair, yanking down hard. 

“Letha!” Geta shouted, holding up a sharp piece of the broken table, tossing it to her. It landed beside her and she pulled against the man’s grip to reach over for it, her fingers only barely grabbing on.

She pushed it harshly into his neck, the grip on her hair going slack immediately. Hot, traitorous blood burst out of the high-pressure vessel, splashing all over her face and neck. She leaned all of her weight onto the piece of wood, letting it sink further and further in, watching carefully for any signs of a second wind as the attacker bled out on the library floor.

Geta couldn’t breathe, the sight before him beyond his wildest dreams. His very own Tisiphone in the flesh, red blood dripping down her cheek. 

Letha fell back off their attacker and crawled away, leaning up against the bottom of the couch. Geta winced as he stood, but kept his eyes on her, sinking down to the floor beside her. He watched her come down off the adrenaline, the fury slowly fading from her eyes to be replaced by fear. Uncertainty. They were safe, their attacker lying dead, but it didn’t seem to matter.

She breathed heavily, turning to Geta but not touching him, her blood-slick hands held up between them, unwilling to take hold of anything lest she stain it. She wouldn’t look up at him. Geta thought she looked a little lost, a sliver of vulnerability showing through in her silence.

“Letha,” Geta spoke, his voice full of worry for her. “Are you hurt?” he asked, his hands gripping her forearms as he checked for wounds that might have been made before he’d woken up on the floor.

All she could do was shake her head.

“Good,” he breathed, relieved. He studied her as she calmed down, still avoiding his eyes.

“Did you hit your head?” she finally asked, her eyes meeting his.

“No,” he answered.

“Okay,” she whispered, eyes once again filling with worry.

Every bit of him was screaming to kiss her, to reward her for protecting him without a second thought. His hands moved to her face, lifting it. She closed her eyes in comfort, letting out a sigh. It was the only sign he needed.

He leaned down, his lips finding hers, kissing her as gently as he could. He could taste the iron splashed across her skin, its presence a reminder of what she had done for him, her willingness to protect him, but also her violence. He could still vividly picture her fingers curling over the lip of that chestplate, had dreams about it. He couldn’t deny the way it still affected him. 

They should be out, seeking the Praetorians. He should be furious, questioning how this was allowed to happen, calling on Tegula at this late hour. He should be checking on his brother–

Her bloody hands squeezed his wrists and he could feel the slick of it transferring onto him. All other concerns were washed away. 

He got on his knees, bringing her up with him, their mouths never disconnecting. Her touches grew more desperate, her hands smoothing up to find purchase in his hair, at his neck. He let his own hands fall away, one wrapping around her waist, the other hefting her thigh up as he moved her into his lap, propped up by the bottom of the couch behind her. 

She moved against him, releasing his mouth with a gasp as she felt him beneath her, his hard length hardly hidden by the thin material of his robe. He felt dazed as she pulled it open, baring his chest and shoulders to her, as well as his aching cock.

He inhaled sharply as she experimentally rolled her hips against his, sliding herself against him with intention. It took all his strength to not buck up into her right then. Her skirts had already been pushed up around her waist by their movements, no barrier between them any longer. Her eyes moved up from where they met to check if this was okay, if he wanted her to continue.

Yes, yes he did.

He smothered her unspoken question with his lips, one of his hands diving down between them to prepare her for him. She let out a gasp that morphed into a sob at the feeling of his large fingers exploring her. She was used to her own touch, soft and teasing. His fingers created molten metal wherever they touched, currently circling that pleasurable place his mouth had been attached to earlier–

“Thank you,” he breathed into her skin, a finger sliding into her tight warmth, eliciting a gasp from her as she squeezed his bare shoulder.

“Geta,” she moaned, nails digging in.

He soothed her, his warm brown eyes staring up through hers and into her soul, his finger still torturously passing in and out of her. He watched her eyelids flutter as he added a second finger, her slick coating making it too easy to get carried away. She let her eyes fall shut as she bit her lip between her teeth, her hips moving on their own to try to relieve the pressure he was creating between her thighs.

She was beautiful beneath the streak of drying blood, her small sounds driving him mad. He leaned up and captured her swollen lips with his, his tongue delving deep as his thumb drew unintelligible patterns over her most sensitive spot. He wanted them to melt together into one. He wanted this forever. There was no alternative he was willing to consider. He would make it so.

He felt her clench around his fingers and withdrew them immediately, needing to be inside, to give in to what he wanted so desperately. She whined into his mouth and he stifled the rush of lust that filled him at her reaction. She had a hold on him, her touch met with real love as he looked in her eyes. Her pupils were blown wide and she appeared as if she’d had a few dozen ships of wine from his cup. He felt drunk too, whether it was off the violence he’d witnessed up close or her, he couldn’t say. 

“I need you,” she admitted, her fingers finding the nape of his neck, pressing her forehead down to his. 

He was powerless to resist her. His Venus. She had been distilled into this form, just for him. Sent to him by way of divine intervention. There was no other explanation for how he caved to her, would put himself in danger for her. Felt love for her.

He reached down and lifted her hips, using the couch for support as he passed his tip through her slick folds, using her wetness to coat himself before he pushed up into her, a blade finding its sheath.

She sucked in a ragged breath, her bloodied hands finding his cheeks as she acclimated to the presence of him buried so deep. She nodded to him, burying her face in his neck as she urged him to move with a gentle roll of her hips, forcing them both to gasp.

He knew she’d been so close a moment ago, and he knew he wouldn’t last, not long enough for what she deserved. But he hoped desperately that there would be more chances to come together like this. 

He withdrew and pushed right back inside her, moving painfully slowly, her moans strangled against the blood-streaked skin of his neck. 

Letha wrapped her arms around his shoulders as she met his next thrust with one of her own. She wondered if this was Elysium. Maybe the assassin had been successful and she’d never know the pain of dying, only this. 

She could stay wrapped up in Geta forever. Now that they had joined, she would never let them unjoin. He could hold council here on the floor of the library, indecent, the both of them bare for all to see.

She could hardly breathe as he made good on all his threats, his teasing glances, his stray hands. Seeing him this way filled her with a new appreciation for the cocky Emperor. One she was hesitant to put words to. For all she knew, this one moment would finally satisfy him. The mystery would be gone and he would move on to the next shiny, flitting thing. She knew she would never move from this place, this moment.

But even deeper still, part of her knew this was important to him, too. She didn’t know exactly when, but she’d come into possession of a piece of him. A sliver of his trust. She just wished desperately that she didn’t have to betray it.

“Letha,” he panted, his cheek pressed to hers, “I need to–”

A flush passed over her as she realized what his words meant. As she started to lift herself off him, his grip pulled her back down, his look desperate.

“Stay,” he breathed. 

She nodded, bringing their mouths back together. She moaned into him as his fingers returned between them, rubbing gentle swirls, urging her on. Her walls clenched around him, forcing a grunt from his throat, her release so tantalizingly close.

“With me,” he whispered, begging. She listened, the idea of what he was asking of her all she needed before she began seizing up around him. Rhythmic contractions pulled at him as white hot heat pulsed through her, forcing her eyes shut as she moaned into his skin, body trembling in his arms.

She heard him grunting, his breathing erratic as he bucked up into her, a soft warmth filling her as he finished, his forehead falling to her uninjured shoulder.

In the silence she became aware of sweat running down her spine, the undersides of her thighs, could feel it under her hands as they smoothed over his skin, smearing new stains over his shoulders. She crushed his cheek to her chest. She didn’t want to give him up to the world. Just a minute longer.

Eventually she was able to lift her head and meet his eyes, finding tenderness there.

He spoke first. 

“You saved me, again,” he smiled, his voice low, fatigued. “The scale of your eventual celebration grows each day, Letha.”

His jest filled her heart and she couldn’t hold back her own smile. “I don’t need a celebration. You’ve been so good to me.” 

“Are you happy here?” His words were loaded with meaning. She could see him searching her eyes for an answer.

“Very.”

The answer comforted him, more than he would ever let on. “Good.”

He squeezed her hip, shifting slightly beneath her. He tried to get up but she grabbed at his leg, trying to keep him close. She didn’t want it to end.

The sound of armor clinking and boots stomping filled the hall outside the room, shattering their sanctuary. There wasn’t time to extricate himself from her, so he simply did his best to cover her bare lower half with his own body, her chest still covered by her bloodied dress. 

“Emperor, are you hurt? We heard…” 

The Praetorians took in the scene, the shattered furniture, the dead man on the floor across the room. Books and scrolls toppled from shelves. Their Emperor bare as the day he was born, kneeling on the floor in front of a couch, looking over his shoulder, another sitting before him, a woman, with blood on her cheek–

“Avert your eyes,” Geta instructed. They obeyed immediately.

“Emperor, are you hurt?”

“I am fine,” he insisted, his tone sharp. “Find out who paid this man. Interrogate the whole Senate, if you must.”

“Yes, Emperor,” the guard bowed, careful to keep his eyes off the woman in Geta’s lap.

“And get out!” Geta shouted, waving them off.

They wasted no time, two of them bending low to drag the assassin out of the room as the rest of them quickly made their exit. 

Geta sighed, his eyes meeting hers, the tender moment shattered. “I can draw us a bath,” he offered.

“Us?” Letha questioned, a cautious smile pulling at the corners of her lips. 

Geta lifted an eyebrow, keeping his smile hidden. “Do you think I’m letting you out of my sight now?”

The notion filled her with a nervous excitement. She would take all she could get. “Okay,” she agreed, eager to scrub her skin. And Geta’s, she thought, noticing all the smears of blood over his shoulders, his neck, his arms. Her doing. 

As she moved to try to stand, she winced, going slack in his lap. “I… I might need you to help me up,” she admitted, embarrassed.

“Already making demands of your Emperor, hmm?” At his teasing, Letha looked over to where he’d laid his laurels. He followed her eyes. “Come on,” he urged, lifting her up off his lap. She pushed off from the couch, allowing him to move out from under her. 

Geta stood, his long legs and narrow waist on display as he reached down for Letha, helping her to her feet. It was a lot for her to take in, but she looked away quickly so he couldn’t accuse her of staring.

“Are you okay?” he asked, watching her for signs her legs might give out. She nodded, avoiding looking at him. Satisfied she was stable, he picked his robe up off the ground, throwing it on and holding it closed. He took a moment to pull some of her dress back down, ensuring she was covered.

“We should check on Caracalla,” she suggested.

“It’s on the way to the baths.” 

Letha assumed he was already planning to check in, even before she asked. Of course he was. 

“Can you hold on to this for me?”

At his question Letha turned, looking up at him. He held the golden laurel crown in his hands and set it reverently on her head, his hands falling to his sides once he was done placing it.

It meant nothing, she told herself. It’s just a symbol, a symbol of a kingdom she wasn’t a part of. But she was, wasn’t she? She was here. There wasn’t exactly anything to return to, even if she wanted to. 

And here was this man, treating her well, looking out for her. Offering to slay a man responsible for so much direct harm in her life. Placing a crown atop her head, and looking down at her as if he meant forever.

Gods, it stung.

“Geta, I need to tell you something,” she spoke, her heart pounding.

“Let’s check that my brother is sleeping soundly first.” 

His smile was so pure, so pleasant. How could she shatter his worldview now?

The morning. She could tell him in the morning. Just enjoy the rest of the night before it all gets ripped away.

[ Part XI ]

[imaniwriting]

Could you maybe do drew starkey and reader in an interview talking about things they like about each other on set and off (they’re together)

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 (requests are open and are being answered in 1-2 days for the next 2 weeks)

Warnings: none

Summary : y/n and drew are together on an interview called About you.

Genre : fluff

“So y/n, drew!” Exclaimed the interviewer once the Cameras had started rolling again. “Hi!” Exclaimed Drew while bumping you making you laugh and smile at the interviewer and then turn to the camera to wave.

“Hi!” You said looking back to the interviewer who was beaming at you and drew. “ so today you’re completely free to talk about anything really set or off set related,” she started making you nod patiently. “But it has to be about things you like about each other” she finished making drew smile at her. “Sure we can do this.”

Y/n said while Turing to drew she smiled and broke into a laugh and he did too. “God this is so weird. I mean we know what we like about each other but saying it to each other’s face is different.” You exclaimed rubbing your arms against your thighs

“ okay if that’s the way it is lets start different, so Drew tell me one thing that y/n does on set that you like but you haven’t seen a lot of people do or you think is super cool and weird at the same time” said the interviewer making drew nod and think for a moment.

“Boy you better not embarrass me.” You warned before slapping his face playfully. He just smirked at the camera before turning back to the interviewer.

“So one thing i love, find weird and cool at the same time is the fact that y/n does not only memorize her own script she memorizes everybody else’s and so when ever we say one wrong she’s the first to know.”

The interviewer turned to y/n who was already staring at her. “Is that so?” Asked the interviewer while raising her eyebrows surprised. Y/n nodded her head. “It’s just that it’s easier for me to memorize the whole script i don’t really know why.” You tried to explain before turning to drew who was already looking at you smiling.

“Yeah but if we’re talking about off set I really really love her mood swings i can’t even explain it it’s just so funny to see her go from happy to angry” he said making your jaw drop.

“Dude, what?” You asked making him shrug his shoulders before grabbing your face and kissing your cheek. The interviewer had left from the cameras view leaving them alone to just naturally continue the interview.

“Okay im going to reveal a thing drew does in his free time when we have breaks during filming” you started staring knowingly at one of the cameras pointing at you guys “drew reads thirst tweets about himself in his free Time!” you exclaimed when he tried to grab your face to shut you up.

“See! It’s out and he enjoys them, you do not know how many times I’ve seen him smile at his phone thinking he was cheating only to see him like thirst tweets with his fake account. He be biting his nail and shit like that!” You said when drew finally managed to put his hand over your mouth

“Okay well at least i don’t watch edits all day about myself like you do!” He shot back you shrugged “well i just admire editors work you just read things horny people write when they’re bored.”

“Okay that’s its let’s wrap this up guys I’ll have to have a word with Mrs. Y/l here” he said as he got up and walked awfully close to the camera staring into its lens. “She will regret ever revealing that”

“See he doesn’t deny it!” You yelled from the back laughing. But that quickly died down when he ran up to you and picked you up by the waist. “Good bye guys!” He yelled and ran with you over his shoulder around making several crew members laugh out loud.

[mpregtales]

Luke & Owen Part 2

[Part 1] ⬤ [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5]

The following days were a blur of medical appointments, consultations, and preparations. The fertility clinic had laid out a detailed plan for the IVF procedure, and with each new step, Luke’s parents grew more excited. They attended every meeting together, holding hands and whispering to each other about baby names and nursery designs. Luke, on the other hand, often felt like he was drifting through the process, present but detached, as though he was watching someone else’s life unfold.

His mother’s emotional fragility also became more apparent as the procedure drew closer. She was still kind and loving, but she was also prone to sudden tears or bouts of nervousness, especially when discussing the baby. Mark remained steady, but Luke could feel the tension simmering beneath the surface. The cracks in their marriage were still there, even if they were temporarily glossed over by the excitement of a new child. He had long been the glue holding them together, and now, with this new life in the picture, he felt that role intensify.

There were moments when Luke would lie awake at night, staring at the ceiling, wondering if he had made a mistake. He had always been proud of the life he had built at college—his independence, his friendships, his freedom. He had thrived there, far away from the weight of home. And now, he was about to make a decision that would change everything. Could he truly separate himself from the baby once it was born? Would his parents’ marriage even survive long enough to make it worthwhile?

Still, he had made his choice. There was no going back now.

The day of the insemination had finally come, and Luke’s emotions churned like a storm just beneath the surface. Despite the sterile clinic environment and the calming words from the nurse, he couldn’t shake the nerves tightening in his chest. His parents had decided not to attend, giving him space, though their absence only added another layer of complexity to the mix. Emma, his younger sister, sat beside him in the waiting room, offering quiet support. Her presence grounded him, but Luke couldn’t help but feel the weight of what was about to happen.

“Thanks for being here,” he murmured, glancing over at Emma.

She squeezed his hand and smiled softly. “Of course. I wouldn’t let you go through this alone.”

The nurse eventually called his name, and Luke stood up on shaky legs. The hallway to the procedure room felt far longer than it actually was, and each step echoed in his mind as the enormity of what he was about to do set in. As they entered the room, the sterile scent of disinfectant filled the air, and the cool, clinical atmosphere only heightened his sense of vulnerability.

The doctor greeted him with calm professionalism, though Luke barely registered the words. His mind was spinning, and the thought of what was about to happen left him feeling both determined and exposed. He had to do this for his family, he reminded himself. But no matter how many times he repeated that thought, it did little to ease the knot in his stomach.

“All right, Luke,” the doctor began, his voice steady and reassuring. “We’ll walk through the process step by step. I’ll need you to get onto the table on all fours to give us the best angle for the embryo transfer. You might feel a little discomfort, but nothing too intense.”

Luke nodded, swallowing thickly as the nurse handed him a thin medical gown. He stepped behind a privacy screen to change, taking off his clothes with trembling fingers. His hands brushed against the familiar, firm muscles of his body—the broad shoulders, solid chest, and powerful thighs that had come from years of rugby training. His glutes were no exception, well-defined and muscular from the countless hours he spent in the gym. That strength had always given him a sense of control, but in this moment, it felt like an illusion. What he was about to offer wasn’t about strength, it was about surrendering—something entirely foreign to him.

The gown felt flimsy against his skin as he tied it behind him, stepping out from behind the screen and feeling more exposed than he ever had before. His heart raced as he approached the examination table, the reality of the situation sinking in. The doctor motioned for him to climb onto the table, and Luke hesitated for a moment, taking a deep breath.

This was it.

He placed his hands on the padded surface of the table and slowly climbed onto all fours. The position felt unnatural and vulnerable. Luke arched his back slightly, pushing himself out as instructed. His muscular cheeks, which he had always taken pride in for their strength, now felt exposed and on display. He flexed them instinctively, the firm muscles responding to the position, but it didn’t stop the flood of emotions that washed over him.

He had always imagined being in this position with someone he loved—offering himself in an intimate moment, shared between two people connected by love and desire. But here, it was clinical, detached, and entirely unfamiliar. The thought made his stomach twist in knots, and for a moment, he felt an overwhelming urge to back out. But then he caught sight of Emma standing beside him, her face full of quiet encouragement.

Luke gave a quick, tender caress to his own glutes as if to center himself, feeling the firmness of his muscles beneath his fingertips. It was his small moment of preparation, an attempt to mentally brace himself for what was coming. He arched his back a little more, pushing his hips out further, offering himself up in the way the doctor needed.

“You’re doing great,” the doctor said softly, his voice calm and practiced. “Now, you’re going to feel some coolness as I apply the lubricant. Just breathe.”

Luke’s breath caught as he felt the doctor’s gloved hands gently part his muscular cheeks. The sensation was startling, the air against his exposed skin cold and alien. Then came the lubricant—cool and slick against his entrance, making him flinch. He clenched instinctively as the doctor spread the gel with steady, practiced hands, and Luke’s body responded with an involuntary flex. The vulnerability of the moment was almost too much to bear. It felt wrong, offering himself in this way, not out of love or desire, but out of necessity.

“Good, now you’ll feel some pressure as we insert the catheter.”

Luke bit down on his lip as the doctor inserted the catheter, the cold metal feeling foreign inside him. His body tensed as the instrument slid deeper, each inch of intrusion sending strange, unsettling sensations through him. He felt the slickness of the lubricant inside him as the doctor maneuvered the catheter into place, and he instinctively flexed his cheeks again, trying to steady himself.

Emma reached out, resting a hand on his arm. Her touch was warm, and it grounded him, giving him something to focus on other than the clinical procedure unfolding behind him.

“Just a bit more,” the doctor said, and Luke felt the catheter reach its target. There was a strange, cool sensation deep inside as the embryo was placed, and Luke’s breath hitched. This was it—the moment everything would change.

When the catheter was slowly withdrawn, Luke’s body responded again, his cheeks flexing as the instrument slid free. The coolness lingered, a reminder of what had just happened, and Luke clenched his muscles involuntarily as the doctor finished wiping away the excess lubricant.

“You did great,” the doctor said, stepping back. “Now, we just have to wait and see how the embryo takes. The next few days are critical, but you’ve done your part.”

Luke slowly lowered himself off the table, his legs shaky as he stood up. His whole body felt strange, foreign even, after the procedure. Emma was there immediately, offering him a supportive smile.

“Hey, you did it,” she said gently.

Luke nodded, his mind swirling with emotions he couldn’t quite process. He felt empty, vulnerable, and exposed, but at the same time, the enormity of what had just happened weighed on him. He placed a hand over his abdomen, wondering what the next few days would bring.

The days after the insemination were a whirlwind for Luke. The initial waiting period to confirm the pregnancy felt excruciatingly long, even though it was only two weeks. His emotions were all over the place—sometimes he felt excitement at the possibility of helping his parents, but other times, anxiety crept in, reminding him how drastically his life was about to change.

The moment Luke confirmed he was pregnant was both surreal and terrifying. He sat in the sterile office of the campus clinic, staring at the positive result displayed on the screen as the nurse explained the next steps. Her voice faded into the background as Luke’s thoughts raced.

Pregnant.

Luke stared at the result in his hand, his heart pounding in his chest. The faint pink line on the pregnancy test confirmed it—he was pregnant with his parents' child. His hand instinctively drifted to his belly, which still felt flat, though he knew that wouldn’t last long.

At first, it felt surreal. He had known this was the goal, but seeing it confirmed was something else entirely. The words felt heavy, like they had real weight, pressing down on his chest. His mind flashed to his parents. How would they react? Would they be as overjoyed as they had imagined? And what about Emma? What would this mean for their already strained family dynamic?

His parents were overjoyed, especially Julie, who burst into tears when Luke gave her the news. She hugged him so tightly he could barely breathe, but her joy was palpable, and for the first time, Luke felt a strange sense of pride. Yet, there was something else too—a growing unease that settled in the pit of his stomach.

Over the next few weeks, Luke threw himself into his schoolwork, trying to maintain a semblance of normalcy. But his body had other ideas. Subtle changes began to make themselves known. His belly, once flat and toned from hours spent working out, started to soften and round out ever so slightly. It was small, barely noticeable under his oversized shirts, but Luke could feel it—a gentle, persistent pressure right below his navel.

Late at night, in the quiet of his dorm room, he would lift his shirt and run his hand over the small swell, feeling the warmth of his skin stretch beneath his fingertips. He wasn’t showing yet, not really, but he could feel the life growing inside him, and it sent a shiver of both excitement and fear through him. It was a strange, almost alien sensation to know that his body—his athletic, well-built body—was changing in ways he couldn’t control.

Luke kept his pregnancy hidden for as long as possible. At school, he wore loose sweaters and jackets, blending into the background during lectures and avoiding situations where anyone might notice. But the thought of his friends finding out weighed heavily on his mind. How would they react when they learned he wasn’t just pregnant, but carrying his own sibling? The thought was enough to make his stomach churn.

By the time Luke reached 12 weeks, the reality of his pregnancy began to truly sink in. His body, once defined by lean muscle from hours at the gym, was starting to change in ways he hadn’t expected. Every night, Luke stood in front of his mirror, lifting his shirt to examine the slight curve of his belly. He ran his hands over the smooth skin, feeling the warmth beneath his fingertips. It was strange, almost surreal, to see his body changing like this. He’d always imagined he might carry a child one day—with a partner he loved, in a different situation—but this was different. The emotional weight of carrying his parents’ child was heavy, and with every glance at his growing belly, that weight felt more real.

Luke had always taken pride in his physique—his toned abs, his strong legs, and especially his muscular glutes, which had been a defining feature of his athletic build. But now, those same muscles were shifting, softening as his body adapted to pregnancy. His hips widened slightly, and his glutes—once firm and defined—grew fuller, thicker and rounder, creating a more pronounced curve when he walked. It was a strange sensation, feeling his body grow in ways he couldn’t control.

To cope with the changes, Luke started using stretch cream, massaging it into his belly, hips, and glutes every night before bed. The cream was cool against his skin, a small comfort as he watched his body expand. But with every application came a deeper understanding of what was happening. He was pregnant. His belly, though still small, would only get bigger. His body was no longer his own.

At 16 weeks, Luke’s belly had grown enough that he could no longer hide it under baggy clothes. The slight swell had turned into a noticeable bump, pressing against his shirts and making it difficult to wear anything that wasn’t oversized. His glutes, too, had grown fuller, their rounded shape drawing attention whenever he walked through campus. Luke felt their eyes on him, though, and every time he walked down the hall, he was hyper-aware of the way his body moved—how his cheeks jiggled ever so slightly with each step, how his belly pressed against the fabric of his shirt when he sat —people noticing the way his body had changed, even if they didn’t yet know why.

Luke knew it was time to tell his friends. The thought made him anxious. How would they react? Would they be supportive? Or would they see him as some sort of oddity—pregnant with his own sibling, of all things?

He gathered his closest friends for coffee, choosing a quiet corner of a café where they wouldn’t be overheard. His heart raced as he sat down, feeling the weight of his belly pressing against his waistband. He shifted in his seat, trying to get comfortable, but it was no use. The bump was there, growing by the day, and soon enough, everyone would know.

“I... I need to tell you something,” Luke began, his voice shaky but determined. His friends leaned in, concern etched on their faces. “I’m pregnant.”

The words hung in the air, heavy with significance. For a moment, no one spoke. Then, one of his friends, Sarah, broke the silence.

“Wait... what?” she asked, her eyes wide. “How...?”

“It’s not what you think,” Luke explained quickly, his hands instinctively moving to cradle his belly. “I’m carrying a baby for my parents. It’s... complicated.”

As Luke explained the surrogacy arrangement, his friends listened in stunned silence. He could see the confusion in their eyes, the questions they were too polite to ask. By the time he finished, the room felt tense, awkward.

“Well... wow,” Sarah finally said, her voice soft. “That’s... a lot.”

“Yeah,” Luke agreed, his hands still resting on his belly. “It is.”

Word quickly spread across campus, and before long, Luke found himself the subject of whispers and sideways glances. People stared at his growing belly as he walked through the halls, their eyes lingering on the roundness that was impossible to hide. His glutes, too, had grown larger, the fullness of his cheeks noticeable with every step. It wasn’t long before Luke felt like he was being gawked at, his pregnancy becoming the talk of campus. It wasn’t a comfortable feeling.

Part 3

[squinch-depraved]

intox + cnc w cscoop i beg of you 🙏🏾

getting reader extremely high and coming to ‘comfort’ them when they get high and scared

actually abandoned another fic to work on this because i love him so much and this is an exact scenario i have daydreamed about ily ur so hot u should dm me so we can talk about cooper mwah

"cooper?" you called meekly from your seat on the couch. travis looked at you first, stifling a laugh when he saw how red your eyes were.

"yeah?" he called from the kitchen, unable to see you.

"i'm... i think i'm really high," you mumbled. everything was kind of blending together at this point. you were visiting the boys for a few days and cooper suggested you all smoke together. forgetting that you had a much lower tolerance than the rest of them, he continued to pack you bowl after bowl, and you greedily accepted, not realizing until it was too late that you were faded beyond limits.

he laughed softly and rounded the corner with some water bottles and snacks in hand. "you wanna chill in my room?"

travis eyed him suspiciously, reaching for one of the chip bags cooper was holding. "why your room?" he asked, oblivious. "we're all already out here."

"shut the fuck up, dude," cooper hissed at him. noah snorted from the other couch, eyes not leaving the tv screen. it didn't matter, though, you slid off the sofa and slowly crept over to cooper, clinging onto his arm for safety as he took you to his room.

he helped you to the bed, and you laid down immediately while he worked on setting his lights to a color that wouldn't overwhelm you. he put on a playlist while you slipped on a hoodie of his that was laying on his pillow, and when he noticed you wearing his clothes, he drew in a sharp breath. something about the sight of you wearing his shit, it always managed to get him going.

"i think i'm gonna smoke one more time," he sighed, turning away from you. you sat up weakly and stared at his back.

"me too?" you asked him.

he chuckled and walked back towards you after grabbing his bong. "you want more?"

you nodded repeatedly. "i like the way it makes me feel," you said dreamily.

he smiled, working on getting it ready for you.

"i like the way you make me feel," you said much quieter.

his smile faltered as he flicked his eyes over to you, staring at the ceiling as you fiddled with the strings of his hoodie. despite how badly he wanted to do something else, he continued until the bong was ready and ripped it himself first before sharing with you.

you coughed slightly when you were done and relaxed back into his pillows with a long, content sigh. only after a minute did you look at cooper, who was trying not to stare.

"it's your bed, coop, you can join me," you teased him.

"yeah, no, sorry, i'm just..." he started. "bit of a moral quandary right now." he smiled weakly and tried to relax, slotting himself into bed next to you and fixing his eyes on the ceiling fan.

"whaddya mean?" you mumbled, turning on your side to look at him. "share, coopie, i wanna hear it."

his skin raised at the nickname. it sounded so nice coming from you. "i don't think it's a good idea," he replied bitterly.

"fine, don't share. i probably wouldn't remember it anyway, but whatever." you rolled back to look at the ceiling again and zoned out for a while.

eventually, you started feeling... too much. too high. so you broke the comfortable silence between you two.

"cooper?"

"yeah?"

"i'm scared," you giggled.

"high and scared?" he grinned, sitting up and looking down at you.

"high and scared," you repeated, gazing softly up at him. "it's getting to be too much."

"aww. that sucks."

you laughed at his bluntness and realized it was hot in his room, so you began sliding off your leggings.

"woah, hey, what're you doing?" cooper asked uneasily, looking anywhere but at you.

"it's hot," you said simply. once they were off, you tossed your pants off the side of the bed, past his face. he looked at you, finally, and bit his lip when he saw your bare legs and panties. "everything's getting really hazy, cooper, i'm scared."

he softened at the genuine panic in your voice and got closer to you, stroking your face. you nuzzled your cheek into his palm and he laughed. "is that helping? me touching you?"

you nodded frantically and grabbed his hand with yours, pressing it further into your cheek.

"yeah?" he asked, brushing his other hand against your thigh. you moaned and parted your legs slightly for him. "jesus," he snorted. "you want me that bad?"

you were becoming too far gone to respond to him, so he took it upon himself to move between your legs, spreading them apart and giving him a clear view of the damp spot on your crotch.

"i'm gonna fuck you, 'kay?"

you didn't respond, except for a small whimper that he chose to ignore. he pulled your panties off gingerly, watching to make sure your eyes stayed closed as he shoved them somewhere you wouldn't find him so that he could keep them. he bent your legs open some more, drinking in the sight of your sopping pussy greedily, and ran one finger up your slit, flicking his eyes between your blissful face and him playing with your hole.

after a bit of toying with you, cooper laid down between your thighs and softly began lapping at your clit. he started going faster when you managed to tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling it slightly and shoving him closer to your cunt. you were making helpless noises, absolutely gone from the pleasure, and it sent shockwaves down his spine when you breathily moaned his name.

he only pulled away when he was absolutely sure you had cum on his face. swiftly pulling off his pants and boxers, he lined himself up with you and kissed you on the top of your head. you whined loudly when he pushed in, loud enough for his friends to hear for sure, and so he covered your mouth gently with his hand, cooing, "shhh, shhh, it's okay."

it wasn't enough to muffle your near screams as he began fucking into you, thrusting quickly and slotting your legs over his shoulders. he groaned, rutting his hips against you endlessly, and cupped your face in his hand. holding your jaw as he looked down at you, he softly ran his thumb over your cheek.

"cooper..." you moaned, blinking your eyes open at him.

he grinned and rammed into you harder, sliding his thumb to push it into your tongue. you cried out and sucked on it, clenching around his cock when he finally pulled his finger out with a lewd pop!

"i'm gettin' close, y/n," he panted, hips beginning to rock at an uneven pace.

"mmmgh!!" you sobbed, frantically scratching your nails into his arms. the pain seemed to get him closer, because a few moments later, he groaned and slammed into you one last time, burying himself deep in you as he painted your insides.

after about a minute of catching his breath, he pulled out and quickly picked you up to carry to the bathroom. you were limp over his shoulder and he sat you down gently before cleaning you up and taking you back to bed, this time to sleep. you curled up next to him, wrapping his arm around you to make him spoon you, and passed out, leaving you two to discuss what just happened in the morning.

[ifishouldvanish]

Countless Times (Alucard x Olrox)

NO I haven't watched season 2 yet YES I have been mildly spoiled. This is definitely half-baked as a concept and will need a rewrite later but it's 3am so just let me have this!!1!

Anyway, the theme is grief. It's always grief.

Olrox plucked a wildflower from the grass, staring listlessly at the petals as he twirled it between his fingers. After a long moment, he let out a sigh. “How do you do it?” he asked. “How do you keep going after putting your heart into someone, only to watch them wither and die. Again and again.”

Alucard drew a deep breath, brushing his thumb over the bark of the log they sat on. He knew what Olrox was feeling. Had felt it himself all those centuries ago. The feeling of having his very heart ripped out as he watched the last bit of life leave their bodies. Trevor, Sypha, Greta. There was a time when it had felt like too much to bear. But the burden of memory was only as heavy as you let it be.

“It can certainly be painful,” Alucard said, fixing his gaze on sun setting over the horizon. “To remember how it felt to watch them change, grow old, reach the end. It's so easy to feel the emptiness they leave behind, but we must be careful not to forget all the ways they fulfilled us. All the gifts they left us with.”

A breeze swept through, rustling the branches, the grass, their sleeves.

“You and I, Olrox—we're lucky enough to be able to share our memories of them with the world for eternity, and in doing so, make them live forever.”

“It's not enough,” Orlox shook his head. “Not for me.”

“Of course,” Alucard said, admiring the flower with him. “To love something is to want to see it thrive and prosper.”

A petal fell, and Olrox frowned.

Alucard smiled and took the flower from his hand. “My flowers shall not cease to live,” he began to recite the verse carefully in Nahuatl, just the way Olrox had taught him one blissful morning: “my songs shall never end. I, a singer, intone them; thus they become scattered, and my petals spread about.”‡

Olrox sat up to face him better, his green eyes darting over him in confusion. “…You still remember that?”

Alucard started plucking the petals off one by one, letting them be carried away by the wind. “I've been in love countless times,” he said. “Perhaps you ought to know that one of those times was with you.”

Olrox deflected with a scoff.

“…I know,” Alucard chuckled lightly, glancing back at the amber sky. “I know our time together meant little to you, that it was just a bit of fun,” he said. “But you changed me. I look inside my heart and still find pieces of you there.”

Olrox closed his eyes and sighed guiltily. “Adrian, I—”

“It's alright,” Alucard assured, taking his hand and giving his fingers a squeeze. “They are not painful pieces, and I'm happy to carry them.”

Olrox furrowed his brows, as though he didn't believe him.

Giving his hand a final pat, Alucard rose to his feet and dusted himself off. “You can make the beauty of their flowers last forever, Olrox,” he said. “You just have to learn to scatter their petals about; not stop them from falling.”

. . .

‡ An excerpt of a poem from the Cantares Mexicanos, a collection of Nahuatl poetry compiled after the Spanish conquest

[professorsnape394]

Day 8: A Cosy Night In

Pairing: Severus Snape x OC

Rating: 🥰

Prompt: Cosy

Summary: Severus has a question to ask Y/N after a long day spent bonding with her family.

A/N: Short lil fluffy piece for a change. Hope ya'll like it.

Warnings: Cuteness overload!!

Word Count: 779

Credits to Gif Creator

“God, it’s freezing in here!” Y/N exclaimed, blowing hot air between her palms as she and Severus returned back to their home.

Before Y/N even had a chance to ask, Severus set the fireplace ablaze with a quick flick of his wand.

“You’ll heat up soon.” He reassured her, taking her icy hands in his and pressing them to his lips.

“Thank you for today.” She beamed, staring up at her boyfriend.

“You don’t need to thank me, darling. It’s my pleasure.”

Their day had been spent at The Burrow surrounded by excitable Weasleys and friends; all fighting to get a word in edge-ways. While it wasn’t his ideal way of spending Christmas Eve, Severus would do anything if it made Y/N smile, and Molly and Arthur were the closest thing she had to family. It had taken the whole family by surprise when Y/N announced she was dating Severus, especially the younger generation, but now they welcomed the professor with open arms, something Severus was still trying to get used to.

“I know they can be a lot, but they mean well.”

“I had a good time.” He promised, trying to ease the woman’s mind. “Although I am grateful, I get you all to myself tomorrow.”

“And tonight.” She reminded him, a menacing grin creeping onto her face.

“First, let me take care of you. Today’s been a lot for you too.”

As promised Severus drew Y/N a warm bath, complete with a thick layer of bubbles, a rim lined with candles and a large glass of red wine. She happily plunged into the tub, the … water melting away her tired muscles and defrosting her once ice-cold skin.

The twins had insisted on the whole family partaking in a giant snow ball fight, which was mostly an excuse to pelt their potions master in the face with snowballs. Unfortunately for them, Snape used Y/N as a human shield and she took the brunt of the …. Yes, it had turned her nose into an icicle but thinking back it was worth it to see her boyfriend interacting with those closest to her. She knew it had taken a lot for him to come out of his shell around them, and she planned to reward him accordingly.

Practically drifting off in the tub, Y/N eventually emerged from the bubbles, wrapping herself in the warm fluffy robe Severus had laid out for her.

This is truly what bliss feels like. She thought to herself, thinking she couldn’t possibly get any happier than she was in this moment.

Upon exiting the bathroom she was instantly proven wrong.

The room had been decked out in hundreds of …, her favourite flower. Rose petals lined the cold wooden floor, leading through the jungle of flora to a perfectly laid picnic blanket sat out in front of the fire, adorned with …. And in the middle of it all was Severus, bent on one knee, an open ring box positioned carefully in the palm of his hand.

Y/N’s hands flew up to cover her face, unable to form a coherent thought, let alone strong a sentence together.

Slowly she stumbled forwards, liken to a baby deer learning to take its first steps, and met Severus on the blanket.

“Severus.” She finally was able to say, as he peeled her hand away from her face, clasping it tightly in his own.

“Y/N.” He started, allowing himself to clear the lump from his throat. “I never thought I’d feel a fraction of the love you have given me this past year. My whole life I was taught to believe I was unlovable and you were able to change that in such a short amount of time. You are an absolutely incredible woman, and now I could never imagine my life without you in it. You’re the one, Y/N. I never want to spend a second more without you by my side. And if that means taking a snowball to the face from those Weasley twins I will take it gladly.”

Y/N let out a mixture of a laugh and a sob, her emotions running absolutely wild.

“I would do anything for you, Y/N. But could you do me one thing in return?”

Y/N nodded enthusiastically, willing him to go on.

“Will you marry me?”

Words had become a foreign concept to the woman at this point, unable to answer she simply threw herself into the man’s arms and sobbed into his shoulder.

“Is that a yes?” He asked started to get worried.

“Of course it’s a yes.” She croaked through a steam of tears. “Of course I’ll marry you, Severus.”

[mischievouslittlecreature]

Part 26: Do You Love Me

Summary: Things escalate to the point of complete and utter disaster.

Word Count: 5,593

Warnings: MAJOR angst, a suicide attempt, insecurity, depression, suicidal thoughts, self harm, and blood.

Notes: Please prepare yourselves before reading this one, guys. I'm not joking around with the warnings here (not that I ever am, but you know what I mean). Also I apologize profusely in advance for what's about to happen.

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Chapter 16: Battered & Mangled

Lucy twisted her hands together, feeling vaguely sick with nerves. Silence stretched on between her and Tommy, each of them waiting for the other to speak first.

“I called you,” he said, finally. “Earlier.”

“You did?” Fingers ran through her red hair, tugging on the locks anxiously. “Sorry. I was out with Shadow. Did something happen?”

He stood from the chair he was collapsed in, grabbing more kindling to feed into the fire. “Polly resigned.”

That startled her a bit. “Oh?”

“Mhm.” He looked so…lost. Blue eyes staring pointedly out into the dark of the night.

“Was it because of Michael?” she pressed.

“I’m not here to talk about Polly,” Tommy said, voice suddenly stern. She looked down at her feet.

“Right.”

No more avoiding things. They both needed to have their heads clear for the events that were about to unfold. And it had become clear that just attempting to ignore their current situation to deal with later wasn’t going to achieve that.

And…she had promised him that they would talk about things. 

She’d have suggested they go inside, into the living quarters that Charlie had been letting her stay in. But she didn’t really want anyone eavesdropping in on their conversation. 

More silence stretched out between them, long and dark and endless. She jumped when Tommy’s hand touched her cheek, tilting her head up to look at him where he was now standing in front of her. She hadn’t even heard him move. 

“I miss you.”

“I miss you too,” she said softly, eyes staring up into his. 

“So come home.”

Her face crumpled. “I can’t.” It was barely more than a whisper.

“Why?”

“You know why, Tom.”

“No; no I don’t think that I do.” His voice was low and soft like honey. Tempting. “So tell me. Please. Help me understand. We can figure something out. If we just sit down and talk about it–”

“Talk about what, Tommy? About what days you and I are allowed to spend the night together? I don’t want to live like that. To be…the dirty little secret that you keep around to fuck you when your wife isn’t available.”

His brow furrowed, almost in confusion. Like the thought had never even occurred to him. “You would never be that. You’re not some whore I keep around for when I get bored, Lucy. And besides, I told you, I fixed that. She’s fine with us being together whenever–”

“You expect me to believe that’ll last? With her pattern of behavior? This is how it’s always worked with her, Tommy. She’s all nice and smiles and sweetness until something sets her off, and then I’m suddenly the big bad monster who’s stealing her husband. What happens the next time she has one of her fits? Hm? When she comes back asking for even more? Now that you’ve given her this, what’s going to stop her from asking for even more restrictions on what you can and can’t do with me? How long before you can’t even touch me at all without it breaking some rule that she’s come up with?”

“I won’t let that happen–”

“Yeah, well you already let this fucking happen,” she snapped back. Tommy’s eyes widened. She drew in a trembling breath, turning away, fighting back every urge to just shout at him. A lump formed in her throat. She forced herself to swallow it down.

“You chose to leave,” Tommy said sternly. “That wasn’t part of Lizzie’s rules. That wasn’t something that I wanted. You decided to do that, Lucy.”

“And I’ve told you over and over again why I had to do that. Lizzie and I can’t live in such close quarters with each other all the time. She can barely even stand to see you touch me, Tommy.”

“That’s her fucking problem.”

“No, it’s not! Not when her reaction to it affects all of us! This,” she gestured widely, “was the only solution.”

“A solution where everyone ends up miserable?”

“Oh, please,” she snapped, voice beginning to rise. “Don’t act like Lizzie isn’t fucking thrilled now that I’m gone and she gets to finally play out the happy fucking family fantasy that she’s always wanted. I’m not blind, I’ve seen how much happier you’ve been lately. Don’t act like it isn’t better now that I’m gone.”

“It’s not. It’s fucking awful there, Lucy. I’m not happier. I don’t know what I did to make you think that I am, but I’m not. I’m so…I’m so fucking lonely without you.” His voice started to rise as well, but he drew in a deep breath when she looked away, eyes focusing on the dark waters of the cut. When he spoke again his voice was softer. “And what about you, eh? Are you happier, now that you’ve moved out?” He took a cautious step towards her. “Michael said that you’re miserable.”

“You shouldn’t listen to anything that Michael says.”

“He’s right, though. Isn’t he?” 

She shook her head. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Of course it matters. I don’t want you to be unhappy, love.” Another step, so that he was close enough for her to smell the scent of cigarette smoke and his cologne. Tommy rubbed a hand over his face, looking at her with scrutinizing eyes. “Why did you really leave, Lucy? Because I don’t believe it was just about Lizzie’s rules. There’s something else going on. I can see it in your eyes.” There was a desperation in his gaze that she wasn’t used to seeing. “Just tell me.” She looked away again, hands wringing together frantically. Tommy’s face twitched with frustration. “If I have to live the rest of my life without you then I think that I at least deserve to know why.” She pressed her lips together, squeezing her eyes shut tight. It was unclear whether she wanted to cry or shout at him. Tommy seemed to soften a little, reigning in his frustration to gently touch her hand, stilling her relentless fidgeting.

“Please. I know I fucked up. Just…help me understand. If I understand why you left, then I can find some way to fix this…”

“Maybe there is no fixing this,” she said defeatedly with a shrug. The frustration in Tommy’s face returned, face twisting as he struggled to reign in his temper.  

“So…what? You’re just going to give up, is that what’s happening here? Because from where I’m standing, it looks like I’m the only one who’s actually still fighting for us.”

“What?” Her anger was cold in her veins, rushing and bubbling just beneath her skin. Huh. It seemed that Polly had been right. She was angry at him.

“I’m the one who’s been renegotiating with Lizzie. I’m the one trying to find an actual fucking solution to this mess. You keep saying that everything is fine, promising that we will work things out. And yet I’ve been practically begging you to talk to me about this since it happened, and all you’ve done is avoid and ignore me. I’ve been trying, Lucy. Trying to talk to you, to still be with you, and you’ve done nothing but push me away.”

“Don’t you talk about fighting for us when you all but rolled over for Lizzie when she asked you to throw a grenade in the middle of our relationship to make her happy. And I don’t know if you’ve noticed, Tommy, but we are in the middle of a dangerous conspiracy to assassinate an MP, not to mention plugging up leaks, and dodging all of our other enemies that have been coming at us from every possible angle. So excuse me for trying to put the good of the company and the family over our personal issues.”

“No, don’t you fucking do that! Don’t act like you couldn’t have spared one lunch, one goddamn hour, to talk about this with me!”

She scoffed, shaking her head. “Why? So I get to hear again about how you chose her over me?”

Never before had she really considered herself to be a jealous person. But perhaps it was because she hadn’t ever felt like her place in Tommy’s heart was being threatened. He had shared all of his other lovers with her. And she had always known, without a single bit of doubt in her mind, that she was and always would be Tommy’s favorite. That he loved her. Because she was the only one that he let into his head. That he told his darkest, most closely kept secrets to. The only one allowed to actually touch his heart.  

Grace had been different. Because the three of them had all loved each other. Grace had simply become an addition to their pairing. And she had always ensured that Lucy had felt included. Not once did she try to usurp Lucy or steal Tommy away from her. Like Lizzie had. 

Difficult as things had been with Lizzie, Lucy had managed to make peace with the arrangement. At least outside of the relentless guilt she felt every time she so much as looked into Lizzie’s heartbroken eyes. And maybe there was a particularly awful part of her that almost enjoyed the knowledge that while Tommy may spend his nights with Lizzie out of duty, he spent the ones he did with her out of love.

But now that she knew Tommy did not love her anymore, everything had been thrown into disarray. She had begun to wonder if perhaps that was why, despite his previous words about fighting for them, he had not really fought for her at all when he’d struck that new deal with Lizzie. Even if he didn’t love Lizzie, did it really matter? He had still chosen her. To throw Lucy and their relationship into uncertainty all in the name of making Lizzie happy.

She didn’t want to be angry with him, but now that she had cracked open that little box she had stuffed all of her fury towards him in, it seemed incapable of anything other than spilling out. 

“What? No, no, no, that’s not what happened. You know I don’t love her. You know that.” Tommy’s voice was shocked, near panicked in response to her words.

“Then why did you do this to us, Tommy!?”

“I was drunk! Alright!? I was drunk off my ass. I wasn’t thinking. I was trying to get the information out of her of where Linda was for Arthur. And…Lizzie’s useful. I saw an opportunity to keep her around and I took it.” 

She shook her head, pulling away from him, still too angry and hurt. “Oh, yes. That makes me feel so much better! Good to know that my place in your life is worth trading for a morsel of information.”

He flinched. “That’s not what I meant.” He reached out to touch her face, but she pulled away.

“Isn’t it?” she spat out bitterly.

He reached out, grasping her cheeks in his hands. “Love, no. I made a mistake. I fucked up, but I was not choosing her over you.”  

“Stop it.” She pulled her face back, leaving his hands grasping at air.

“Stop what?” The genuine confusion in his voice just made her angrier. 

“Stop acting like you care so damn much! You want so badly to know why I left? I left because I couldn’t stand to live in a house where I was clearly so unwanted!” 

Tommy reared back like she had slapped him. “Unwan–Lucy, what are you talking about?”  

“God, Tommy!” she pushed away from him, pacing back and forth across the small space protected from the rain. “You made that deal with Lizzie. Either you knew what it would mean for you and me, or you didn’t even think of me at all.” She wasn’t sure which was worse. “Neither of you even thought to talk to me about it. Do you realize how…how…that feels!? To have your lover strike an arrangement that directly affects you without even including you in the discussion about it at all!? And–on top of all that–with someone who has done nothing but bully you and do everything in her power to make you miserable for years!?” 

“That’s-that’s not fair–” Tommy protested.

“Not fair? Not fair!? I’ll tell you what isn’t fucking fair, Thomas. What’s not fair is that I’m the one person who’s always been there for you and yet I’m the one that gets thrown out like garbage while she gets you for the rest of your lives!” She had to ball her hands up into fists to keep them from shaking. “I am so…fucking angry with you! You make this deal with Lizzie without even thinking of me, then you blindside me about it when we’re about to go into a fucking work meeting. You try to make it better by treating me more like your mistress or your personal whore than your lover–” 

“Now, hang on just a fucking minute–”

“Shut up!” she practically screamed at him. Tommy gaped at her. In all their years together, she had never spoken to him like that.

“You leave me to greet guests at your own fucking dinner party and to deal with Mosley alone while you’re too busy off fucking your wife, and then to top it all off, you replace me at my job with a man who hasn’t even held a rifle in years!” 

“We talked about that! I told you, it’s just for this one job, and that’s it!” Now Tommy was shouting too.

“That isn’t the point, Tommy! I’m replaceable! You’ve proven that with Lizzie, and again with Barney!” Her voice cracked a bit, the tears beginning to well in her eyes faster than she could force them down. The feelings of worthlessness and rejection nearly choked her. Tommy stared at her for a moment, mouth open slightly, brow furrowed, eyes blazing with a combination of hurt and fury.

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” he said finally. His voice was level, no longer shouting, but she knew him well enough to recognize the wrath and frustration beneath his tone. “Love, I don’t know how else to tell you this, you are not being replaced.” Head shaking, he stalked back and forth before turning to her, finger raised. “You keep talking like you think that this is what I wanted. You think I ever wanted to hurt you? Do you really think that I wanted,” he gestured vaguely, “any of this!?” He must have seen something in her face, because he took a step forward, face twisting with conviction. “You think that I wanted Lizzie to get pregnant!? You think that I wanted to have to marry her? You think that I would have done any of it, if I had known that it would cost me you!?” His voice was loud enough to echo a little in the space around them. Lucy forced herself to not break eye contact with him, even as her body trembled with the sobs she was fighting hard to stifle. “You said…you said that you were okay with it,” he added weakly. “I asked you, before I proposed to Lizzie.”

“I know. I know, I did, Tom. And I was. But that was before…” she trailed off, tears running down her face. Tommy reached out a hand to try to touch her cheek, to wipe them away, but she pulled back, away from him.

“Before what?”

“It doesn’t matter.” She looked away, still unable to bring herself to actually say it.  

“Yes, it does.” He waited for her to say more, sighing defeatedly when she didn’t. He was searching her eyes for something. Whatever he was looking for, he didn’t seem to find it, sighing and dropping to sit down in the chair by the fire, head in his hands.

“You promised,” he croaked, after finally raising his face, “when you left that we would still be together. That we weren’t splitting up. But that hasn’t seemed to be true at all, Lucy.”

She shivered, wrapping her arms around herself, tears still leaking from her eyes. 

“Tell me what you’re thinking. Please. Did you mean it, when you said that? Or were you just telling me what you thought I wanted to hear?” Something frighteningly resigned filtered into those ice blue eyes. He sighed very deeply, gazing out into the rain. “If you really want to leave, I won’t stop you. You know that.”

“You think that I really wanted to leave? I love you, Tommy.” He looked up at her words, eyes suddenly full of hope. “I meant it. When I said that we could still be together. But…”

“But what?” He stood. “But what, Lucy?”

She shook her head, unable to get the words out, her chest spasming with hiccups. Those sobs that she had been keeping at bay finally making themselves known, taking such violent hold over her body that she almost feared that she would collapse with them. Tommy stood, going to her and laying a hand on her arm that she weakly pushed away. 

“Love…love, please. Please,” he tried to reason. “Come home. Don’t worry about anything else. I want you back. I want you with me. Lucy,” he was trying to get in closer to her, to force her to meet his eyes. “Lucy, I love you–”     

“I don’t believe you!” It came out as an agonizing wail, shrill and with enough conviction to shake the entire earth. The words seemed to rip apart her vocal cords on their way out. Her heart shredded in her chest like paper. What little will for life she had remaining blew out like a candle. 

There it was. Bared and out for all to see. The truth. What she had known deep down for a while. Longer than she probably even realized. Because she’d been in denial about all of it. Because she wanted to hold onto him. Because she was a selfish, disgusting, horrid monster who hadn’t wanted to let him go even though she had to. Their relationship was dead. Had started to die slowly and painfully the second Lizzie got pregnant. Whatever love he’d ever had for her was long gone. Buried deep under the ground, never to be felt again. All that was left was residual guilt and a sense of duty towards her. That was all this was. 

And he still knew her well enough to know that the admittance of the death of his love for her would destroy her, so he would not say it. He’d carry on pretending, or at least trying to, for her sake. But she needed to stop being so selfish with him; stop trying to hold onto him for a little longer. She had to set him free.    

Tommy’s entire face changed. All anger and earnestness fell right off of it, eyes widening, jerking back as if she’d slapped him. The color drained out of his face, freckles standing out starkly against his paper-white skin, a look of horror quickly overtaking the frustration that had been there but a moment prior. 

Unable to face the mounting pain in his eyes, she buried her face in her hands. Great, she’d gone and hurt his feelings. But why? Because she’d called him on his bluff? Because he didn’t want to hurt her? At this point, she wished that he would just stop pretending and be honest. He didn’t love her anymore. They couldn’t keep dancing around it forever. 

“Lucy…” he made a sound of physical pain and rushed towards her, saying her name in agony, reaching out to her, trying to hold her. 

“Get away from me!” She braced both hands on his chest and shoved, hard enough to send him staggering back a few steps, eyes wide.

“Love…”

She shook her head furiously, still sobbing, taking a step away from him. “We’re done here.” There was more that they needed to discuss. What was going to happen to her position as his assistant, for one, but she couldn’t. Not now. “We’re done for tonight.” Another step back. “I’m sorry. We can talk more later…”

“No, Lucy, wait–!”

But she stepped back into the downpour surrounding them, and the rush of the rain pelting upon her drowned out his voice. With one final hitching sob, she rounded on her heel and ran, nearly slipping and tripping in the mud, to the door of the living quarters. She burst through it into the kitchen, slamming the door shut behind her. A hand clapped over her mouth to try to contain her heartbroken cries. 

Tommy did not follow her. That only made her sob more. 

Shadow, laying by the door, raised his head, whining and going to nudge at her legs with his nose. 

Absentmindedly, she stroked his nose before staggering to the stairs, trembling fingers closing around the rail to balance herself. She was shivering, both from the chill that the rain had left her with, and the emotions still pumping through her veins. Shadow's nails clicked against the floorboards as he followed behind her. 

Her room was the furthest door down on the left, but that was not where she went. Instead, she made a beeline for the red door at the end of the hall. The one that led into the washroom. 

“No, Shadow. Stay out here,” she commanded gently to the dog when he tried to squeeze past her legs to follow her inside. He whined again, watching her with concerned brown eyes, his head tilting to try to keep her in his line of sight as she closed the door. 

Peeling off her drenched coat, she let it fall into a heap of soggy material on the tiled floor. Her skin had erupted into gooseflesh, shaking so badly her teeth rattled in her skull. 

It’s over. It’s done.

I’m all alone again.

Both hands landed on the rim of the sink, barely managing to catch herself as she fell forward with an agonized sob. Her lungs and throat ached from crying, her eyes burning from shedding so many tears.  

There was so much pain inside her, it felt like she was about to burst unless she found some way to release it. 

She needed to get cleaned up. Yes; that’s what she needed to do. Maybe she would feel better after…

Oh, who was she kidding? She would never feel better again. Not after this. 

But she went to the tub on the far end of the washroom anyway, turning the faucet on it and fitting the plug in place.

As the tub filled, she ridded herself of her upper layers until she was only in her undershirt and trousers. Opening up the cabinet, she riffled through it in search of the soap she’d stored there earlier, fingers freezing when they passed over not the soap, but something silver and gleaming. 

“Pick it up,” a low, Irish accented voice said, arms suddenly wrapping around Lucy’s waist, chin resting on her shoulder. “Pick it up, get in the tub, and come away with me.”

Lucy remained frozen, trembling fingers hovering in place. 

No one wants me here anyway. 

It would be what’s best for everyone. 

I won’t be a burden anymore.

They’ll be free of me. 

Each thought came one right after the other rapidly, knocking her down and then striking her with the next before she had a chance to recover. Grace’s eyes gleamed at her from over her shoulder in the mirror. 

No one loves me.

Her fingers closed around the razor. 

∗ ∗ ∗ 

I don’t believe you.

He stared at the place where Lucy had been standing just seconds prior, mouth half open, his cries of her name lost in the roar of the wind and the splattering of rain. 

I don’t believe you.

He moved to race after her, to grab her tight in his arms and never, ever let her go again. To tell her over and over that he loved her, until she finally believed him again. 

I don’t believe you.

“Is everything alright, Tommy?” Curly asked, and Tommy paused, head snapping around to find the man standing just at the edge of the covering, barely out of the rain, his hands wringing together. “I heard shouting…”

No. Nothing is alright at all.

“Everything is fine, Curly,” he lied, managing a weak smile. “Everything is fine. Go on back to bed, eh? I’m sorry if we woke you up.”

“I was in the stables.”

Tommy nodded. As was often the case. Curly preferred to sleep with the horses than in a bed. “Well, best get back before they miss you in there, then, eh?”

Curly brightened, smiling and nodding. “Good night, then, Tom.”

“Good night, Curly.” He waited until he’d hurried back to the stables before he doused the fire, making sure there weren’t any lingering sparks or flames, then stepped away, picking his way carefully through the slippery mud towards the building Lucy had disappeared into. 

Swiping off his cap, he shook it out a few times to try to dispel some of the water that had soaked into it. The door into the living quarters opened up into a kitchen, a small sitting room just off to the right, and the stairs that led to the bedrooms in the back. The kitchen was vacant, but there were muddy footprints leading from the door to the stairs.

Tommy glanced around the kitchen, taking a second to gather himself. He would need to be the calm one. The rational one. Lucy was clearly even more upset than he had originally thought. If he wanted to help pull her out of the dark pit of despair she’d fallen into, he would have to keep his head about him. Not let himself get frustrated. 

After all, it wasn’t her fault. He was the jackass who had so thoroughly fucked up that the love of his life didn’t even believe he loved her anymore. 

It had been a while since he’d been in there. The kitchen was minimalistic and tidy as ever, but he noticed little symptoms of Lucy’s presence scattered throughout: the angle at which the kettle was settled on the stove, the tin of cinnamon vanilla tea on the counter, the way that the towels were folded. He smiled a little to himself fondly at the reminders of her presence. 

How could she ever think that he didn’t love her? The very idea of it was absolutely absurd to him.  

He hadn’t much of an actual plan for what he was going to do or say outside of going upstairs. Finding Lucy in her room. Taking her into his arms. Telling her over and over that he loved her. That he was so sorry. That he’d do anything, anything to fix what he had done. 

And then he’d take her to bed, and make love to her until the sun came up, and any doubts that he loved her with every ounce of his being were banished from her mind.

A bark shattered through the air and Tommy jumped, head turning to find Shadow standing at the top of the stairs, practically bouncing from foot to foot anxiously.  

“Shadow, no,” he frowned. Usually Shadow was very good about not barking. Not unless he was alerting them to approaching dangers. Shadow barked again, darting away from the stairs to further down the hallway that they led up to, then back to the top of the stairs, staring down at him imploringly. “Shadow–oi!” Tommy jumped back in surprise when Shadow suddenly darted down the stairs, took a mouthful of his trouser leg in his jaws, and tried to tug him up the stairs with him. “What the hell?” 

Shadow yanked, and it was either he took a step forward or let the dog rip his trousers. 

“Shadow, mate, I can’t play with you right now…”

Dropping the mouthful of fabric, Shadow barked, then whined, darting up the stairs. 

“For fuck’s sake…” Tommy muttered. Now was not the time. Still, he huffed, following the dog up the stairs and down the hall. “What? What is so important?”

Shadow came to a stop at the red door at the very far end of the hallway, whining and lifting a paw to scratch at the door. He was panting, tail dropped low. His ears kept twitching, as if trying to listen for something. Tommy’s blood chilled. 

“Shadow?” he asked, making his way down the hallway. The dog whined loudly, scratching more insistently at the door. When Tommy got closer, he could see marks already left on the base of the wall and door frame where the dog had been pawing at it. “Move, boy,” he gently nudged the dog out of the way, leaning his head against the door, trying to hear what was on the other side of it as he raised his fist to knock. 

“Lucy?” he called softly. “Love, are you in there?”

No answer. He tried again.

“Lucy? Are you okay?”

Still nothing. Shadow whined again, distraught. Tommy swallowed hard, his heart rate spiking in his ears. Fear locked pale hands around his throat. 

“Sweetheart? I’m coming in.” 

When he tried the knob it was to find the door surprisingly unlocked, but that was where his relief ended. 

Later, they would tell him that he screamed. And he supposed that he must have, though he had no recollection of it. 

The pieces of the scene before him were processed only in fragments. As if his mind knew that anything more would cause him to become incapacitated by hysterics. 

The bloody bathwater. The body with her head lolled back against the rim. The soaked clothes sticking to her like a second skin. The hand draped over the edge of the tub, blood dripping from it onto the white tiles. The bloody razor on the floor. The deep cuts slashed into her wrists. 

He was hurling himself towards the bathtub before his mind had fully finished processing what he was seeing, plunging his hands into the lukewarm water. Not caring that it was stained red–red, with her blood–as he scooped her up out of the tub. And she was a dead weight in his arms, and the thought of that word in association with Lucy had his knees buckling, sinking to the floor with her cradled to his chest. 

She was still dressed in her white undershirt and dark trousers. Her head fell back limply against his shoulder, those big brown eyes he’d fallen so deeply in love with closed. Damp hair clung to her forehead, a shade darker red than usual from the moisture. 

“No,” he choked out, hands hovering over her, frantic. “No, no, no, no, no, no…” he found her arms, gripping them tight, examining the blood flowing heavily from her wrists to pool around them. 

Have to stop the bleeding.

Shifting Lucy to lay across his lap, he yanked his tie free from around his neck with shaking hands, wrapping it around one of her arms and pulling it taunt in an improvised tourniquet. 

“Please, please,” he begged. He needed something else for the other arm…

“Tommy, what’s–oh my God,” Charlie gasped, coming to a stop in the doorway. 

Tommy looked up at him, and when he spoke, his voice was shockingly childlike. 

“Help me.”

“I’ll call an ambulance!” Charlie shouted, already racing down the hall. Tommy turned his attention back to Lucy, grabbing onto her shirt sleeves and ripping them apart to set to work fashioning a second tourniquet around the other arm. 

Right. What next? What more could he do to help her? It was taking everything he had to fight back the cycle of memories his brain was attempting to bombard him with: Greta’s hand in his, her final breaths rattling in her lungs while he lingered at her side, unable to do anything. Grace, in his arms, bleeding out while he was helpless to save her.. 

Here’s another one, Tommy. Another woman you loved, dead in your arms. Another one that’s all your fault. 

He shook his head. He needed to find something to make bandages out of for her wrists. Reaching into his pocket, he yanked out his handkerchief, ripping it in two and folding it, using one hand each to press the two pieces of fabric to the deep wounds on her wrists. The fabric was soaked crimson within seconds, and he was suddenly massively aware of the size of the scarlet puddle growing around him. 

He did not really even know if she was still alive. There was no time to check. He was pretty sure he saw her chest rising and falling shallowly, but that could always have been his mind seeing what it wanted to see. 

Despite the makeshift bandages steadily soaking through, he continued to maintain pressure, even as hope slipped away with every passing second. He could taste salt from his tears against his lips, aware that he was sobbing distraughtly, but not caring to do anything about it. 

“Please,” he curled around her, face bent in close to hers. “Please, Lucy, don’t leave me alone. Hang on. Just hang on. I’m sorry.” He started crying even harder. “I’m so, so sorry. I love you. I love you more than anything. Just please, please hang on. Stay with me. Please, please, please, please…”

He was still there, holding her on the floor of the washroom in a pool of her blood, crying and speaking to her softly, when the paramedics came charging through the door.

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[eggcompany]

Strength, Trust, and Muzzles Part 3

When Viktor returned to the bedroom, Jayce was breathing heavily, thighs twitching. Viktor smiled, letting his robe fall to lay across the footboard of the bed. He could see Jayce’s hole, loose and relaxed. 

“Doesn’t that feel better? Nice and relaxed, ready to be stretched open.” Viktor said, voice like syrup as he reached out, pressing two fingers against Jayce’s hole. Not a twitch, but the alpha himself whined. 

“Vik, baby, let me up. This doesn’t- I can- we could-” He tried to come up with something but he was too far gone. Brain turned off, only focusing on wanting to fuck fuck fuck. 

Viktor slicked up his fingers, the movement difficult with the fingers he’d used the muscle relaxer on feeling all tingly and weird. It never did work so well on his hands but he was grateful for that now. 

Viktor pressed them against his hole, slippery and cool. Jayce’s body welcomed him in, burning hot and tight around his fingers as he pushed them in all the way. 

Jayce cried out, yelling as his hips wiggled trying to get away from the intrusion. It wasn’t painful. It was just pressure and knowing someone was inside of him. He liked bottoming just not when in rut. 

“So soft. So nice. I love you Jayce.” Viktor whispered softly as he drew his fingers out, slowly starting a steady rhythm, stretching his fingers apart, spreading Jayce’s hole out slowly, carefully.

“Vik, Viktor, Vi-ik, ouch.” Jayce whined as looked down watching as Viktor worked him open with little more feeling than pressure inside of him. Viktor kissed the inside of his legs, lips soft as he pressed caring hisses to the soft skin. 

“It’s not an ouch, Jayce. You can’t take my cock right now. Have to stretch you out.” Viktor said and pulled his fingers out, giving his prostate a good pet on their way. Jayce gasped and cooed, the sparkles of pleasure barely there, tickling as his cock jerked. 

“Let me up, wanna fuck you” Jayce said weakly, his resolve crumbling as Viktor leaned over the edge of the bed, pulling a case from underneath. Viktor gave him a look, just staring at him.

“I think you’ll like the next part, getting nice and full.” Viktor said and pulled out the smallest of the five dildos in the set. They were made to stretch omegas but they would work just fine on an alpha too. They were non offensive, clear silicone and smooth. 

Jayce shook his head, yanking at the chain that kept his legs up and open. He didn’t want it, he would swear he didn’t, he wanted his dick in a hole. Not something in his hole. 

Viktor slicked up the toy, something mean sparking in his head. He wanted to fuck Jayce, he wanted to stretch his perfect hole on his cock, on his knot, not some stupid toy. He glared at the plastic as he brought it up to Jayce’s body, shoving it in in one quick thrust. 

Jayce screamed, thrashing against the restraints. The hairs on his arms and legs, the back of his neck, stood on end, teeth clashing together as he cried out, growling deep in his gut. It went against every instinct in his head, making him wanna jump out of his skin. 

“Sh, Sh, Sh, it’s fine Jayce. You’ll get Alpha’s cock soon enough. You have to get stretched out. I don’t want you to tear when we mate. Relax, relax Jayce.” Viktor soothed, holding the toy in place as he ran his other hand over Jayce’s thighs, watching as his cock jumped, knot swelling. 

“Viktor, Vik, baby, hon-ney” Jayce whimpered, reigning himself, finally coming to terms. Even if he couldn’t help the growling that rolled from his chest, or the way his knot was big and blown, cock dripping thick white cum. It was his instincts. He was just an alpha. 

“I know, pet. You’re doing so well, Jayce, soon you’ll get to have me.” Viktor reassured, his patience thinning as he started to thrust the toy in and out, eyes trained on the way the muscle stretches around the silicone. He felt a crawling in the base of his spine, something that was making it hard to keep his lips shut, teeth wanting to be barred in the low light. 

Jayce whines, legs pulling as he squirmed, it was wrong. It felt wrong. Even as the tip of the dildo pushed across his prostate, the small, smooth, round head not giving him any more stimulation than a light petting inside. It wasn’t painful but his brain was screaming. His inner alpha, his instincts, his being himself, he was screaming inside, fury alight. 

He couldn’t move as a thicker, larger tip was pressed against him. All he could do was let the deep cries break from his throat, raw and wet as his eyes filled with tears. He wanted to claw his way out of the mitts, wanted to bite down on Viktor’s arms till he coward down, wanted to show Viktor a real alpha. 

It only made him thrash harder as he thought about sinking his teeth into the back of Viktor’s neck cumming so deep inside him that he couldn’t help but carry his pups. He couldn’t help it as he twisted as much as he could on the bed. 

Viktor skipped a size jumping to the third dildo, pushing it in slowly as it stretched Jayce’s hole farther, making it red and upset. The lube eased the way, letting it go deeper and deeper, going right past the resistance. He couldn’t stop thinking about how tight, how good, that tight muscle would feel around his cock, how loud Jayce would be when he finally knotted him full. 

“So good, my good boy. So fucking pretty Jayce.” Viktor said, voice deep and rumbling, a happy purr rolling in his throat as he watched Jayce struggle. The curse slipped past his lips as lust made his head fuzzy and hot. He was rough, wanting to see his mate break, pulling the toy out before slamming back in, relishing in the slick noises it caused from all the excess lube. 

“Vik, please!” Jayce begged, sobbing as the toy slipped out of him, leaving him loose and wet. He was starting to feel again, hole giving a small twitch as it tried to close again. 

Viktor watched, wondering if it would tear if he dove in right then. His own hard cock was desperate, pink and needy once again. He held back and grabbed the largest of the dildos, uncaring of going through the proper steps anymore. Jayce was a big strong man, he could handle it. And if he couldn’t… Viktor didn’t really care. That would be dealt with when he wasn’t aching to get Jayce into a presenting position and stuff him full of cock. 

“Viktor, please, please, don’t- please baby, just-just” Jayce sobbed, weakly wiggling his hips when the large tip kissed his hole, it felt too big. Too big to ever fit. Even if in his sane brain he knew he’d taken larger, in his rut dumb knotheaded brain thought it would surely never even get in at all. 

“Breathe. This is the last one and you can have a break. You can have a snack before I breed you up, Jayce. Just take this last one.” Viktor said absently thrusting against the sheets, giving his cock some well deserved attention. 

Jayce sobbed and shook his head, muzzle rattling. His teeth were bared, growling grown sputtery and worn with his crying. 

Viktor pressed the last dildo in, he had to really push as it forced its way in. Lube eased it but it wasn’t going in easily. He ran his fingers around Jayce’s rim, feeling how thin the skin was, stretched and struggling around the fake cock. Soon he’d be stuffed around a real cock, one to make him happy. 

Jayce was past words. He just cried out, sobbing as tears ran down the sides of his face, wetting his hair, mouth open, drool leaking, clinging to his teeth. His thighs shook as he slowly took in the toy, gasping, relieved when it sat fully inside him. It felt impossible, making him feel so manic on the inside like he wanted to run away, like he wanted to tear Viktor apart for doing it to him. But it was… it sapped all his energy. 

“Good, look at you, I knew you could do it. Good boy, Jayce.” Viktor praised as the toy sat, pressing deep inside the other man. He pulled his hand away, the toy staying in place for the most part, base pressed against the bed. He watched as Jayce sobbed, teeth bared behind his muzzle. 

Viktor pulled away just looking over his mate. Beautiful. Jayce was shivering, sobbing, face soaked with tears and sweat, muscles exhausted from pulling at the restraints. His cock laying against his belly, puddle of precum dripping into his belly button, knot swollen and red, fully popped. 

Viktor ran his hand over his skin, he was so hot, his skin burning. He was drunk, Jayce was so perfect, Viktor couldn’t get enough. He touched his legs, running his hands over those powerful thighs dusted with dark hair, over the tensed muscles of his stomach, ab muscles worn out, up to squeeze his chest, taking a moment to pinch his nipples. 

Jayce groaned as Viktor moved, coming up to sit beside him. He was still impossibly stuffed, he jerked his head over hoping to catch something between his teeth, but was met with nothing but air, the muzzle kept him from it. Viktor smiled as Jayce made a complaining noise, unable to get the aggression out. 

“I can’t give you a treat if you bite me.” Viktor warned, voice filled with a smug delight that would make Jayce smile back, if not for the fact Viktor was running his fingers over his face, tracing his nose, under his eyes, the edge of the muzzle. Jayce instead growled, his teeth clicking together as he tried to catch one of those slim fingers, pulling roughly at his contained hands. Viktor had his bottom lip caught in his teeth, staring down at Jayce’s face, leaning down just outside of his range. 

“Settle down or I’ll keep you stuffed on a dildo until you do.” Viktor threatened, blowing a breath over Jayce’s face. Jayce thrashed around, he was exhausted and on the brink of collapsing from the effort, but he still tried to do something, to show Viktor that he was the alpha. 

“Fuck you!” Jayce said, voice cracking as he went limp against the bed. His resolve shattering completely, leaving him boneless and weak. Viktor leaned down and kissed his forehead, his cheek, and to the front of the muzzle. Jayce watched, pouting as he whined, he wanted his mate to kiss him. 

“Good boy, Jayce. I’m going to adjust the bar and get you in position. I’ll take the muzzle off if you can behave.” Viktor said and reached into the bedside, finding the snacks he’d stashed there the night before. It was just a granola bar but it would keep Jayce’s energy up, he’d need it. 

Jayce nodded, looking up at Viktor pitifully. Viktor undid the straps, letting the metal cage fall away, watching Jayce carefully as he fed him broken off pieces of food. Jayce took it gently and ate until there was nothing left, he stared up at the ceiling, panting, hips moving as he got used to the dildo inside of him, getting sparks of pleasure when he could get to rub against his prostate. 

He didn’t notice as Viktor took a drink from the bottle of water on the bedside. Or that he took another but kept the water in his mouth. He just knew Viktor was kissing him, hand on his chin making him open his mouth. He just knew there was a gush of water flowing into his mouth. He swallowed, eyes wide as Viktor pulled away, a line of spit connecting their lips for a moment. 

Then Jayce surged up, teeth just grazing Viktor’s jaw before he was jerking back. 

“You… Bad boy! This is why I got the muzzle. Such a bad dog.” Viktor chastised as he redid up the muzzle, Jayce stayed still, exhausted. He had a pout on his face but didn’t fight Viktor’s hands. He only gasped as the toy was pulled from his body, leaving him wet and open. 

Viktor shook his head as he turned away from his mate. He wouldn’t be the one face down on the mattress, getting bitten. He was the alpha. Not Jayce. Not anymore. He didn’t say anything as he released Jayce’s ankles, his legs falling to the bed, he pushed at Jayce’s shoulders, his sides, until he rolled onto his belly. Jayce whined as he was facedown, the muzzle digging into his face till he turned his head to the side. 

“Up on your forearms, lift up.” Viktor ordered, voice growling and commanding. Jayce did, getting up on his forearms, arms thankfully not crossed because of the clips they were secured with. He whined when the leather straps that had been around his ankles wrapped around his knees, making him spread them wider than before. 

“Vik, Vik, uh uh” He tried, voice hoarse, shaking his head as his legs were shoved forward, up under him, making him kneel up. He tried to lay them back down straight but Viktor pulled the chain that connected to the bar, making it so he had to stay up. 

“Perfect. Presenting for your alpha like a good bitch.” Viktor said, finally getting settled with Jayce’s positioning. He looked stunning, ass up in the air, spread nice and wide, waiting for a fucking. Like a real omega in heat, wet and ready for a cock. Jayce growled and bristled, hair standing up on his arms. 

“My perfect mate. We’ll be together forever after this Jayce. You want that.” Viktor said as he moved to get behind Jayce, hands rubbing over his ass, up to his waist, feeling the way his spine dipped. He indulged and leaned down, biting one of the plush crests of his ass, biting down just hard enough to leave a mark and not bleed. 

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[pattypanini]

Danny Wagner x Reader

Last Encore

^my photo btw 🤭^

Summary: A special someone catches a glimpse of your sign at his concert. Little did you know how the night would end.

Word Count: 6.7k

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A/N: Hi everyone! Here is @mar-rein12 and I's second Danny oneshot. After seeing Danny in concert I've been losing my shit. It's hard to see in the photo but the man made eye contact with me not only here BUT LIKE TWO OTHER TIMES. I have not recovered and yes I'm making a oneshot because I'm delusional! Enjoy our second Danny oneshot, Last Encore.

Warnings: 18+, SMUT, penetrative sex, oral (f + m receiving), praise, LOTSSSS of dirty talk, slight submissive/dom, flirting, choking, slapping, spitting, let me know if i missed any!

 Y/N’s POV

You finally got barricade. After so many years of attempts, you always happened to end up a couple rows back in the pit, but not this time. 

You are right in the middle, front row, able to get a perfect view of your beloved Danny. He was your favorite. You first started listening to the band in 2020 when you had seen an edit of Sammy. You looked up their band, listened to their music, and discovered their sexy drummer, Danny. 

All of them were attractive, of course, but something about Danny drew you in more than you thought possible. Maybe it was the curls, or the prominent nose, or his sculpted body. Maybe it was all of those things, but his talent is what stuck out to you the most. 

After buying the tickets you had planned what you were going to wear and a sign you could bring that would get Danny’s attention. 

You knew that Danny would be sporting his silver chain top and black pants so you wanted to match. You chose a silver sparkly tube top that pulled you together in all the right places, paired with a black leather mini skirt and matching leather boots.

You had also been thinking about what your sign would say for months. You made the words nice and clear so he would be able to see it from all the way where he was on stage. 

Greta Van Fleet Pit ☑️

Barricade ☑️

Bang the hot drummer? ⬜

You knew it would get attention and that nothing would come from it but you have to shoot your shot. 

So there you stand, dead center as they are in the middle of playing Highway Tune. You’re holding your sign out in front of you in hopes that Danny would see it, singing along and dancing to the music. You’re smiling like an absolute idiot, just taking in the beauty of all of them and the amazing music they are producing. 

Your eyes flick over to Danny, which has happened a lot since the start of the show. He makes eye contact with you very briefly, quickly looking away to focus on his playing. You feel the nerves bubble up in your stomach. He looked at you.

Fuck. That’s all you needed tonight to be satisfied. A few songs go by and they make it back up to the main stage after the acoustic set, you’re still holding your sign out hoping he’ll read it. He sits back down at his drums as Fate of the Faithful begins to float through the arena. Your eyes scan all the men and your eyes land on Danny yet again. 

You’re focused in on where his gaze is landing as he scans the barricade. His eyes land on you and the way his eyes are moving you can tell he is reading your sign. A huge smile spreads across your face. He looks away and shakes his head playfully, smiling to himself. The show continues on, you watch Danny catch a glimpse of you every now and then.

You mentally thank yourself for wearing such a low cut shirt. No doubt if you ever had the chance to check off that third box you’d take it in a heartbeat. As the show goes on, your staring contest with Danny was becoming more prevalent to you that it wasn’t a mistake. A fan with a ‘shot for a drumstick?’ sign finally got Danny’s attention and the light in that girl's eyes when he started walking towards her made you so happy. He walked past you, went to the girl and took their shot together. 

When you think he is going to continue up the row of people to get back to the stage he turns around and walks back in your direction. Instinctively you shoot your hand out much like all the other people. You nearly crumble into tiny little pieces when his hand collides with yours. His touch lingers a little longer than it should have and he shoots you a flirty wink. 

You clutch onto the bar in front of you to stop your legs from giving out. All this just when you thought it couldn't get any better.

The show wraps up, they all bow and walk off stage. You can’t control the happiness you were feeling. You stand there in utter disbelief with the amount of attention you got from Danny tonight. You decide you should probably head out considering you had to get up for work the next morning and lived a couple hours away from the arena. 

As you begin to exit the pit a security guard taps you on the shoulder. “Maam I’m going to need you to follow me.” As the large man starts walking towards the back of the stage a million thoughts go through your brain. 

Were you going to get in trouble about the sign? Or did you do something wrong?

You were so worried that you thought you should ask the guard what you had done.

“Excuse me, but if you don’t mind me asking what did I do? Am I in some sort of trouble?” You say trying to keep yourself on your feet from falling. 

“You were requested by one of the members to come backstage.”

You keep your mouth shut, nervousness beginning to take over your body. You can feel your hands start to anxiously shake, shaking the poster along with them. He leads you over to a dressing room, and leaves you standing alone in front of the door. You swiftly knock on the door and try to stuff the nerves away. Before he opens it you make sure you look okay and scoop your tits up a little more than you’d like to admit. You fluff your hair out to give it a little more volume when you hear the doorknob start to rattle. 

When the door is open you are met with 6 feet of pure sexiness. Without saying a word his eyes lead you into his dressing room. You take a step in and he grabs a towel off his vanity and drags it through his sweaty hair. 

“You don’t just have to stand there gorgeous, take a seat. Make yourself comfortable” Oh my god his voice was like velvet. He was talking to you. YOU. No one else. You accepted the seat in order to not pass out on the floor.  You sit there in total silence, unable to form any words. 

“For such a vulgar sign, you're not saying as much as I thought.” He continues running the towel through his hair, before draping over the back of his chair. 

“I just don’t know what else to say, I mean I really don’t understand how this is happening right now. Why did you ask for me? If you were offended by the sign I’m really sorry I didn’t mean to…” You fiddle with the rings that adorned your fingers. 

“Calm down. I didn’t bring you back because of the sign, well it was but not because it offended me. You’re a gorgeous girl and I wanted to talk to you.” He takes a seat beside you on the couch, his knee grazing yours. “What’s your name, beautiful?” He looks at you awaiting an answer. 

“Y/n.” You say, in your small, shaky voice. 

“Pretty name for such a pretty girl, but she’s just so shy.” He reaches a hand to your face and tucks your hair behind your ear. “Tell me more about yourself so I can hear that beautiful voice of yours. Where are you from?”

“I’m from Philly. But I have family out here so I came up to see them and go to the concert, which was amazing by the way.”

“I’m so happy you enjoyed the show, this was the best one so far on this leg of the tour.” He gives you a warm smile and you just simply smile back at him. A couple moments of silence pass before Danny speaks again. “Y/n, what do I have to do to help you loosen up? Let your guard down for me babydoll.” He runs his finger lightly over your cheek. He leans over to whisper in your ear, “I’ll make sure you are calm and ready for later, you want a few drinks?”

A shiver travels down your spine as you gulp, “Um what do you mean later?”

“Oh gorgeous, you can’t just be as sexy as you are with a sign like that and not expect me to see it. Don’t play dumb, you know exactly what I mean. Unless that sign was a joke, was it a joke darling?”

“Um… no.” Your gaze travels down to your hands resting in your lap, shaking your head. “It was not a joke.” 

“Look me in the eyes when you talk to me.” He grabs a hold of your face and turns your head to look at him right in his beautiful brown eyes. “Say it again.”

“I-I wasn't joking.” 

“And what weren’t you joking about?” He looks at you expectantly, and you are loving this little game he is playing with you. 

“My sign..” You whisper.

“Your sign that says what?” He just wants to hear the filthy words come out of your innocent mouth. 

“Wanting to bang the hot drummer.”

“And who’s that hot drummer baby? Look me in the eye when you tell me.”

“You, Danny. You’re the fucking hot drummer.” You look him dead in the eye and just know he wants his ego stroked just like he wants his cock. 

“Yeahhh, it sounds so good to hear it come out of that pretty mouth of yours.” You see his eyes travel down your face and to your lips. “Bet you want to say so much filthy stuff but you’re too scared to, yeah?”

“Danny…” Sure you’ve pictured him saying all these types of things to you, but when he’s right in front of you… actually saying them. You squeeze your thighs together to help relieve yourself even if in the tiniest way possible. 

“What darling, tell me what you think about. All your dirty little thoughts. You have me right here in front of you, I won’t judge, just make them come to life.”

“You really want to know?” You tease him back with a raise of your eyebrow. 

“Fuck, yeah I want to know.” Danny lets go of his grip on your jaw, and you give him a mischievous smile. You figure there is no point in hiding anymore, you want to give him what you know he wants. 

You lean your head down to whisper softly in his ear, “I want you to fuck me like the little slut I am for you.”

“For me?” His jaw hangs slack as he pretends to be scandalized, a hand dramatically clutched over his chest. “Wanna make that happen darling?” He whispers to you.

No way this is happening, it must be a joke. Your eyes widen at his words, waiting for him to tell you he was just trying to get a rise out of you, but he never did. His eyes only grew darker, filled with lust and a need for something. And that something was you. 

“If you’re just trying to fuck with me I’ll leave now.” You start to make your way off the couch, when you feel his hand pull you by your arm back down.

“Why would I be trying to mess with you dear, you see anyone else back here?” He asks sincerely, rubbing your hand softly.

“Then why me, there were 15,000 other girls out there. You're telling me you chose me for a reason and not just to bring me back here, get me flustered and tell me to leave.”

“I mean normally if I bring a girl back it’s a chat maybe a blow job and they leave. But come on darling you're gorgeous, and a gorgeous girl with a sign like that is just begging to be brought back here. If I’m wrong you can leave, but I think after what you told me you’d rather be back here.”

Your breathing starts to calm down. You still don’t understand how and why you're back here.

“You want me to be honest y/n.” You look up to him, not knowing what he could possibly say. “I’ve seen you before. At the philly show a few months ago, and a concert from last year. I’ve seen you many times and was too scared to bring you back. But after tonight seeing your sign it made something go off in my head and I needed to talk to you.”

There’s no way he’s confessing this to you. This is something straight out of a dream you’ve probably had before. You’re trying to wrap your head around it but you can’t. “Danny I don’t get it though.”

“What is there not to get. You're a perfect girl who loves my band. Why wouldn’t I notice you? I would be fucking insane if I didn’t take the opportunity that was presented to me. I know you want it too, darling.” 

“So what’s gonna happen now?” You stupidly ask him, not knowing how to continue the conversation.

“I’m gonna take you back to my hotel room and fuck the shit out of you.” 

“I- okay um do you want me to wait for you to be done and leave with you or..”

“Darling, as much as I’d like for that to happen, if anyone sees me leaving with some random girl from the concert tonight it would be everywhere. What you're gonna do is wait outside and in 10 minutes a car will pick you up. They’ll bring you to my hotel room and give you a room card. Can you do that for me babydoll?”

You nod your head frantically and Danny reciprocates that with a mischievous smirk. He knows the effect he has on you, but you don’t care. You’re about to fuck Daniel Wagner, nothing could stop you now. You stand up grabbing your poster and bag and make your way to the door. Right as you go to grab the door you're twirled around to face him. 

“I’ll see you soon y/n.” Placing a kiss onto your cheek.

“See you Danny.” You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face. You turn back towards the door and open it to walk through. 

Excitement and thrill was pulsing through your veins as you walked outside the arena, and waited for the car just as Danny had said.

After about 13 minutes, not that you were counting, a black SUV pulls up right in front of you. You weren’t one to get into random cars, but with the circumstances at play you were going to do anything. 

“Y/n?” The driver asks through the open window.

“That is me!” You smile at him, waiting for him to grant you permission to hop inside.

“Hop on in, I’ve got the room key for you.” He holds it up in front of him. 

You grasp onto the car handle of the passenger's seat, opening it  and sliding in. You try your absolute best to wait the 7 minutes it takes to get to the hotel.

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Once you arrive, you thank the mystery driver and make your way up the elevator. You assume that he is there waiting for you already. You swipe the card on the door and twist the handle, walking inside.

It's a nice hotel. A very nice hotel, might you add. Definitely not what you were used to that's for sure. As you step across the marble flooring you spot a little note on top of the wooden dresser. 

Hey darling,

I am back. I just needed to run to Sam’s room to grab something. Hop in the shower awhile, I’ll be there to join you in a minute. 

Nothing sounds more appealing than a shower right now. You stare at the note, deciding you should obey him. 

You drop your purse and sign on the table and make your way to the bathroom. When walking in you take a moment to admire the large shower with a rain shower faucet. You slip off your shoes and concert outfit and turn on the shower. The hot water rains down onto you and you lean your head back, letting the water soak you and your hair. You use some of the hotel shampoo and wash your hair liberally after the hot atmosphere you were in. 

You take a look around for body wash and can only find a bottle that was not provided by the hotel. A large bottle of body wash scented in musky vanilla. It must be Danny’s. You had no other choice but to use it since there was nothing else available. In the midst of your washing you hear the hotel door open and shut quickly. 

After a few moments, you hear the bathroom door creak open.

You can’t see him yet, but you can hear his voice. “Hi beautiful.” When the glass door opens you see that he is only in his blue gingham boxers. You must have stared for a moment too long because your attention is brought back to reality when he starts to pull them down to the floor. 

He steps inside of the shower, completely bare. You don’t realize your jaw is hanging open in awe until Danny says, “Pick that jaw up darling, there's so much more you have yet to see.”

He stops in his tracks right in front of you staring up and down your body, taking you all in. He gives you a questioning look, silently asking if he was allowed to touch.

“God, Danny. Please, just fucking touch me already.” You practically beg, and maybe you sound desperate but you didn’t have a single fuck to give. 

“So hungry for me baby, just you wait till after.” He grabs the bottle of body wash and squeezes some onto a new wash cloth. “Can I wash you darling?” He asks, leaning down towards you to kiss your neck. “Even though I can tell you already did, I don’t mind. You smell delicious, it makes me wanna take you right here.” 

“Then do it, take me right here.” 

“So goddamn desperate baby. Wait a little, we will get there, I promise.” Danny drags the washcloth over your collar bones and arms. He turns you to face the shower wall. You hear the wash cloth be thrown out the door and two hands are replaced on your body. His hands drag over your hips and around to the front of your stomach. The anticipation was killing you. His large hands are brought up to your chest as he cups your tits giving them a light squeeze. He pulls you back and presses you against his stomach. 

“Fuck Danny.” You feel his dick press against your ass as he grows harder. 

“I know darling, tell me about it. What’s going on in that pretty head of yours.” He whispers into your ear, squeezing your tits harder making you wince. 

“I’m thinking about how bad I want you to fucking touch me!” You snap at him.

“Little Miss shy girl isn’t so shy now, is she? She's getting very mouthy with me.” His voice is low and pierces right through you and your core. 

“Danny…” you whine out, aching for more.

“I am touching you babydoll. No need to whine like a pathetic little baby.” He chastises you, still with a firm grip on your chest. 

“You know exactly what I want Daniel, and you’re not fucking giving it to me. Just give it to me, God.” You push your ass back onto him harder, forcing a groan out of him. 

You take his moment of weakness to turn around and plant a feverish kiss to his soft, pink lips. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in so your fronts are pressed together. His hands rest on your hips, slowly slithering them around to rest them on your ass. 

He pulls away from the kiss making his way to turn the water off, very quickly. He guides your hips as you step out of the shower together. You reach for a towel when suddenly you’re scooped up draping over his shoulder. He walks out of the bathroom over to the king sized bed. 

He throws down onto the bed, as you're still dripping wet. 

“Danny, I’m still we-” 

“I thought you wanted me to touch you so bad?”

“I do…” You say as your confidence is faltering. 

“And I’m about to grant you your wish darling, just relax for me yeah?” Immediately after he is done speaking his fingers are gliding through your slick folds, teasing around your entrance. 

You let out a gasp when you feel him make contact with your cunt. He moves his fingers up to your clit making quick, tight circles on it. 

“Is this what you do to all the girls you bring back Danny? Tell them to get in the shower, sprawl them out on the bed and fuck them, then tell them to leave. You made me feel special Danny, or am I just like every other groupie?” You say in a testing tone, staring up to him.

“Oh babydoll, you’re just like them. Same driver, same card left out, same routine. But you yourself you're special. You drove me crazy seeing you in the crowd. Show me why you should be treated differently y/n. What makes you so special?” Swiftly inserting a digit into your soaked pussy. 

“You say that to make me feel like I’m the same, but I know damn well if I was just some other girl you wouldn’t have made it as secretive. Because those girls are disposable to you, you fuck them and go not caring who knows about the girls. So why am I being kept a secret? What makes me so different Danny, tell me.” You reach down to his stomach, feeling his happy trail on the way down. You firmly grasp his cock and slowly stroke it. 

“Fuck.” His head falls forward and his free hand that wasn’t inside of you, reaches out to roll your nipple between his knuckles. 

“You like that?” You taunt him, trying you best to gain your dominance back. 

“I do. But you know what would be so much better?”

You peel your eyes open awaiting his response. 

“Have my cock in that smart ass mouth of yours. Finally put it to use other than just being mouthy.” With that Danny grabs your hair and motions you to the ground. “So show me y/n, show me what makes you as special as you think you are.”

You immediately accept his challenge, guiding his dick into your mouth. You wrap your plump, kiss-swollen lips around his length and begin to bob your head up and down. You stroke what you can’t fit in your mouth with your hand, your other hand reaching around to grab at his ass pulling him closer to you. You hear an animalistic groan release from the depths of his throat. 

You release his length from your mouth and let it slap against his stomach. You cup his balls with your hands and slowly lick them and trail back up the shaft, pressing a kiss into the tip. You go directly back to sucking him, taking as much of him as you can, and you can feel his body start to shake above. 

“Darling, slow down. I- I won’t last if you keep going like that. Fuck.” His hands grasp onto your wet hair, throwing his own head back in pleasure.

You take him out of your mouth and pump him with your hands. “Is this how you react to all the other girls, can you not last long with anyone Danny? You just fuck them until you’ve had your fill and leave them hanging?”

“No, not at all angel. I always make sure my girls are satisfied. But you are getting so much more than that, you know why?” He looks down to you with his perfect brown eyes. 

“Why?” Kissing his dick while waiting for a response. 

“Because you're different. I wouldn’t have brought you here if I didn’t want to. Usually I take the girls that throw themselves at me. I noticed you, I wanted you. Now I finally have you, so I’m going to show you why I brought you here tonight.”

He pulls you up by your hair again, placing his large hand between the valley of your breasts, pushing you back down onto the bed. He leans back, taking a look at your soaking core. “So wet baby, I barely did anything. You like me telling you you’re special?” He swiftly slaps your wet pussy, on instinct your body tenses up and you bring your legs back together. “Yeah, my special babydoll likes that, don't you? You like being praised. Spread those perfect thighs for me again.” He gently pries open your thighs, once again revealing your wet cunt to the chilly hotel air. 

He reaches to the drawer next to the bed and pulls out a familiar square foil. 

“Danny you don’t need to use it, I’m on birth control. If I’m fucking you I wanna feel all of you.” He grins and throws the foil back into the drawer.

“What a slutty girl. You want me filling you up with my cum? Or are you lying and not on the pill, you trying to have my babies, darling? You probably love the idea of that don’t you?”

“I’m not a crazy chick Danny, although having your babies has crossed my mind before.” You give him a playful wink before pulling him into a kiss. Your moment of bliss was soon interrupted by his cock being shoved deep into your pussy. 

“Oh fuck Danny. You’re so fucking big.” Your back aches away from the white sheets beneath you and hands clawing onto his back.

“God you’re so wet for me baby. Did sucking me off get you soaked? You did such a good job, almost made me cum before you started to smart mouth me.” His right hand grabs your jaw and opens your mouth. Having any time to react he spits straight into your mouth, closing it right after and sealing it with a kiss. “Now keep that mouth shout, unless it’s those pretty little moans coming out.”

His hands return to the sides of your head as he begins to slowly work up the pace of his thrusts. He was hitting all the spots perfectly. He was made for you. 

“Danny oh my god, don’t stop please. You feel so good.” You moan out before biting onto his shoulder. 

“Oh fuck y/n. You’re gonna be the end of me. You feel so fucking good around my cock darling.” His thrust became hard and more precise. He is quickly learning what little spots on your body make you lose it. He grabs onto your tits for leverage as his cock pistons in and out of you. “Tightest little pussy I’ve ever fucked, babydoll.” 

“You have the most perfect tits I’ve ever seen darling. I saw you in that little slutty top of yours tonight. You were probably hoping I would see them pouring out, huh?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Danny.” You try your best to keep your voice steady. But you knew exactly what he was talking about. You kept checking throughout the show making sure your tits were scooped up enough, hoping he would see. 

He saw right through your lie. A sudden slap was struck across your cheek. “Tell me the truth y/n.”

“Why were you even looking? For all you knew I could have been 17 or something.” He looks at you with a knowing look. “Or did you know how old I was Danny?” He looks away with a guilty look on his face. “Did you find my insta?”

“Why would I look at your insta, I didn’t even know your name.”

“That’s what you say. You wanna start telling the truth Danny? You made it very clear earlier that you had seen me before. So start spilling.” 

“No thanks, but I’ll spill my cum into your pretty pussy y/n if you shut up and let me fuck you.” He begins to sink back into you but you quickly stop him needing to know the truth. 

“No, tell me now. I want to know Danny.”

After a moment of staring each other down waiting for the other to speak Danny breaks the silence. “Yeah I found your insta so what. Doesn’t change the fact that you had your tits out for me tonight does it?” “It doesn’t. I’m sure you didn’t mind though, did you?” You let your fingers travel into his hair, feeling all his wet curls. 

“I didn’t mind one bit. But I wanna see them better, babydoll.” He quickly wraps a hand around your back and flips you on top of him, now straddling his cock. “Get to riding baby, unless you don’t wanna get filled up.” 

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” You sink down onto his dick, starting to slowly move up and down on his length. Your tits start to bounce right in his face, before he leans forward and connects his mouth to your hardened nipple. He lays back down and grabs your hips, and begins to bounce you harder and fast down onto his cock.

Being filled was an understatement. You felt like he was overflowing your cunt. You always assumed he would be big but this was something else. The noises escaping your mouth was something you wouldn’t wish anyone to ever hear, but based on Danny’s facials he was loving every minute of it.

“God damn y/n, you sound so fucking pretty for me.” His hands grip tightly on your hips, beginning to thrust his own hips up to meet yours. “You want it harder babydoll, I think you can take it.”

“Yes harder Danny please I need more.” You whine to him, grabbing onto his shoulders for leverage.

“Fuck, look at you. You’re such a whore begging for my cock. You do that for all the other guys you're with or is mine just too much to handle?”

“Just-” He gives a particular powerful thrust knocking the air from your lungs, “-you. Just you, Danny. So big…” Your head falls back in pure ecstasy. 

“Aw I know baby, tell me about it.” He says in a whiny voice that makes you feel some sort of way. “Your taking my cock so well, such a good fucking girl.” As the hard thrust continues your hands make their way from his shoulders to his throat. 

His eyes widen at your movements and quickly shut after your fingers tighten around his neck. 

“Fuck y/n. Such a kinky girl. If I would have known you would be tied down to this bed right now.” His eyes are so dark now they almost look black. 

“Not too late for that Danny.” You say squeezing his throat with your hand a little tighter while simultaneously clenching around his cock. 

“Mmmm, tighter.” He whines out. You have no choice but to give him what he wants as you tighten your grip even more. You really take a moment to take in the situation at hand and soon enough…

“Danny, I’m so close.” You speed up your movements on his dick, searching for your release. 

“Me too, darling, me too. Just keep going so I can fill you up with my cum. I wanna see it leaking out of you.” 

That was enough to push you over the edge. With a few more bounces you were reaching your climax, screaming Danny’s name for the whole hotel to hear. A few short moments later, his climax follows. Curses and pornographic moans are flying freely, if anyone walks by the door they would know exactly what was taking place. 

He leans you back onto the bed, once again hovering on top of you. His hands trail down your body, all the way to your pussy. Two fingers quickly shove into you with no warning. 

“I told you I was gonna fill you up, but it looks like this tiny little pussy of yours can’t handle it all. I’ll help it back in for you, does that sound good?” He curls his index finger up into your g-spot, giving him the response he wanted. 

With a few more pumps he retracts his fingers from your soaked pussy and brings it up to your mouth. “Open.” Opening your mouth for him he pushes his finger deep into your throat. You close your mouth around the finger, letting him pull it out with a pop

“You taste so good Danny, makes me want more.” You reach your own hand down to your core, swiping a digit in between your folds, and licking up whatever cum you collected. 

“Fucking hell y/n. You’ve gotta be the hottest girl I've ever met.” You’re both still trying to catch your breath, your chests both heaving.

Danny rolls over and collapses by your side, he turns his head to look over at you. “ I have a fun little idea, if you’re down of course.” 

Your eyebrow quirks up at him, interest piqued. “What did you have in mind?”

“There's a sauna downstairs, I’d love for you to join me.” He gives you a soft smile. 

“Are you just trying to be nice or do you actually want me to join you?” 

“I wouldn’t be asking you if I was just trying to be nice. I would have just sent you home with an uber.” He reaches an arm around your waist pulling you into him. “Plus I really have liked our night so far darling. I don’t want it to end just yet.”

“Well in that case, I’d love to join you.” You smile back at him. 

He takes a moment, studying your features. “You’re so beautiful Y/n, even have the most gorgeous smile. I could see it from all the way where I was sitting on stage.” He sits up off the bed and lends you a hand to get up. 

“I don’t know what to wear though, I don’t have a bathing suit.” You accept his hand, allowing him to pull you up. 

“Just put your bra and panties back on and walk down in a towel.” He reaches into the bathroom and puts a towel on the bed. You put on your strapless bra back on and slip into your thong. You watch as he covers his lower half with the fluffy, white towel. 

You reach for yours on the bed wrapping it tightly around your torso. You both quietly walk together to the sauna. 

Once you arrive, you walk into the humid and steam-filled room. Thankfully the sauna was empty, you didn’t want anyone seeing you in just your tiny thong.

You sit down on the wooden benches, Danny sitting right beside you. You let your muscles relax and let your eyes close on their own accord. As you lean against the wall behind you, you feel a large hand grab onto your thigh.

“You look so fucking sexy. You should take another layer off darling, the door is locked.” Danny reaches a hand behind you, swiftly unclasping your bra off your chest. You can’t help but let your jaw drop with how fast he was able to undress you. “Better pick that jaw off the floor darling, or else I’m gonna have to use it for something else.”

Your legs squeeze together hoping to get some type of friction. Your core was already soaking your panties that you only had on momentarily. Danny stares you down, waiting to see what your next move would be, but you couldn’t be the one to break.

“Fuck it.” Danny grabs your neck and pushes you down onto the wooden bench. He doesn’t even bother to pull your panties off of you. Instead he pulls them to the side giving him a view of your already wet pussy. He drops his towel and leaves no time to line himself up with your cunt. He slides into you, making you moan in satisfaction. 

“Shit Danny, that's right, fill me up. You’re so big.” A devious smirk washes over his face, before grabbing your ankles and placing them on his shoulders. The new angle allows him to get even deeper than you thought possible. You feel his tip brush against your cervix. 

“Oh, God. Right.”He thrusts into you. “Fucking.” Another thrust. “There.” You were quickly crumpling beneath him. 

“Who’s making you feel good baby, tell me.”

“You.” You whimper under your breath.

“Say my name fuckdoll, who’s making you feel good?” He slaps his hand on your outer thigh.

“Fuck Danny you, you make me feel so fucking good. You fill me up so good oh fuck-” Your words were feeding him, and his pace was becoming sloppy. You knew he was nearing his end. “Yeah, cum in me Danny, fill me up with your cum. Need to feel it again” Your pussy clenches around him, making his hands clutch around your ankles harder. 

After a few more thrusts, loud sinful moans fill the hot room. Your waves of pleasure shortly followed Danny after he unloaded in your pussy. 

Once you come back down from your highs, you just simply look at each other without even saying a word, both rendered speechless. 

“God y/n. How am I gonna move on from this night?” He says through heavy breaths, taking your ankles off his shoulders. 

“How are you going to move on? I’m the one that should be asking that.”

“Like I said before, I’ve had my eyes on you y/n.” Danny grabs your towel and bra, placing them back around you. “Let’s go back up to the room.” He lends you a hand off the bench and leads you quickly back to the room in hopes no one would see your barely clothed bodies. 

After returning to the room you begin to grab your outfit from the concert and cloth yourself, preparing to get an uber and leave.

“Why would you wear that to bed?” He says to you as he begins putting on sweatpants.

“Well I’ll change when I get home.” Danny gives you a confused look, which makes you realize what he is implying. “Oh- did you want me to stay? I assumed you just brought me back up to get my shit and leave. I was gonna get an uber.”

“I’d like for you to stay y/n. Unless you have somewhere else you need to be.” He says beginning to walk over to you.

“I mean I was supposed to be home tomorrow but home can wait.” You place your bag back onto the table and stand in front of him. 

“And don’t think you’re going to be leaving without me getting your number first.” He scolds you with a pointed finger and raises his eyebrows. “Come join me in bed now, babydoll. I’ll get you something to wear, but first…” Danny walks over to his bag, grabbing a sharpie and uncapping it. 

He brings the sharpie to your poster, checking off the last unmarked box. “Now all of your list is complete.” He walks over to one of the drawers and reaches out a GVF shirt and boxers. “You can wear these if you want, and keep them.” Danny crawls into bed, and you quickly follow him after changing into the large shirt and boxers. 

You crawl into bed, not understanding how this was all real. 

“Hey Danny.”

“Yeah.”

“Thanks for tonight, I would argue it was better than the concert.”

“I would say that too babydoll.” He wraps his large arms around you pulling you in tight. “Good night, angel.”

“Good night, Danny.” 

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