#or maybe Daniel has kept in touch

[yenforfairytales]

KK marathon on today and I never realized that Daniel's mom said his two best friends were named Kevin and Ken.

As if those aren't the two most white bread Chad Alpha type names you've ever heard outside of a country club. Chad Bradley. Chadley.

I'm taking this as more proof that Daniel just draws bigger, buffer, richer men into his orbit as easy as breathing.

Oh, Kevin and Ken. Wherefore art thou?

somewhere in new jersey two adult chads wonder what became of their sassy twink

[userlando]

a different light — max verstappen

max verstappen x fem!reader [6.9k] summary: you weren’t just friends. friends didn’t touch you the way he did (or the one where max has an epiphany and realizes he's in love with his best friend) warnings: 18+ explicit smut, idiots in love, friends to lovers a/n: idk what it is with me and writing fics at work, but here i am again. i had SO much fun writing this so I hope you enjoy reading this ♡

Max hadn’t experienced many moments where he felt true and utter bliss, especially when he was growing up. His home life made it hard, and he’d rejected any type of positive feelings for a long time until you came along. You’d been a force to be reckoned with, matching Max’s energy so well that it wasn’t hard to build a solid friendship that would last for as long as it did.

He found comfort in your soft skin, in your reassuring smile. Even in the way your voice would get all high pitched when you told a white lie. You’d been his one true pillar when his career went from karting to racing, becoming a known household name in the chaos of it all. You’d kept his feet on the ground when he needed it most, and there was no amount of money to ever repay you for everything you’d done for him, and you vice versa.

So, he found comfort in a lot of things when it came to you. But you, sitting close to him when you had so many seats and chairs to choose from? That was everything.

You had claimed the two-seater for yourselves, but it didn’t stop you from snuggling right up to your best friend’s side with his arm around you and your head comfortably resting on his pectoral. It was a common occurence, you so deeply embedded in his arms that it might as well have been a permanent shape of you on his skin. Max had grown up with you, so he'd basically memorized the smell of your shampoo that you'd used since you were fifteen, the freckles and moles on your face and how goosebumps rose on your skin at the slightest cold breeze because that's who you were.

He'd naively thought it to be normal, to be so in tune with his best friend and it wasn't until he'd entered early adulthood and actually spent time with his friends on the grid that he realized that maybe it wasn't usual.

He still remembered the day he'd brought you along for the Baku Grand Prix and you'd mentioned being childhood friends in a passing conversation, registering the sheer looks of confusion coming from his friends. It had made him flush, a little embarrassed and a little confused until Daniel had hooked an arm around his shoulders and murmured I've been going around for three months thinking she was your girlfriend, man.

Max had shoved his friend and pulled a face, the usual ‘gross, she’s like a sister’ phrase on his tongue that he couldn’t quite bring himself to say. But it had stuck with him for the rest of that day, and the more he thought about it, the more Daniel was probably right in thinking so.

Max couldn't pinpoint what exactly had shifted after that day, but he knew that something had changed. He became hyper aware of your touches and lingering looks, your ability to flirt but still toe the line of it being a little too inappropriate.

Sharing hotel rooms became weird, and it dawned on Max that maybe the two of you were acting a little too much like a couple when he found himself in bed with you snoring by his side, Daniel's words still haunting him like a ghost at the corner of the king sized bed.

He’d stared at your face in the dark for an hour, the street lights doing a good job of contouring your face in the dark and he’d felt a knot in his stomach when you’d shifted in your slumber and reached for something. He hadn’t realized what you looked for until you placed your hand on his arm.

Not grabbing. Just… setting it there like you needed his comfort even in your sleep. Such a simple gesture that had shook your best friend to the core.

The Aussie made it, along with Lando, his life's mission to send looks and make comments after that race weekend in Baku.

That was eight months ago, and they clearly had no intention of stopping as you sat in the backyard of Carlos' family vacation home in Palma de Mallorca, surrounded by drivers and their partners alike. You’d been there for two days, the relaxation already blanketing your group the more you spent time in the ocean and dozed in the loungers. The nights consisted of card games, drinking games and bonfires until someone had the stupid idea to go for a dip in the sea that just so happened to be in your backyard.

You'd been dozing tonight, finding it hard to stay awake with the way Max's fingers absentmindedly drew patterns up and down your drawn up legs.

The sun had clearly done its number on you during the day, draining every bit of energy you’d had. Heat and humidity always did that to you, so it wasn’t a surprise that you’d find the comfort of your best friend’s embrace the moment everyone sat down and curl up much like a cat.

The rhythm of his chest was enough to lull you into a sense of security, watching your group of friends across the table as they played Uno with the occassional accusation and shouts that came with playing the card game.

It had been Charles' idea to play it, clearly wanting to see the world burn as he put a group of competitive people into a game of Uno. It had been great entertainment though, your lips curled into a permanent amused smile as you watched on in silence.

Lando pulled a draw four card, setting it down with a grin and Carlos cursed in Spanish, clearly annoyed as he shoved the curly haired boy. A ripple of laughter tore through the group at the display, and you figured that it wasn't long before the game would dissolve into angry arguments.

"You can't beat the master of Uno." Lando said, clearly looking to agitate the Spaniard as the black haired man picked up an additional four cards to his already stacked hand.

"You've lost the last four games, mate." Charles muttered into his glass, taking a sip of his icy margarita for good measure.

"My luck is turning, mate.” Lando flipped him off, earning laughter from Pierre and George. “Get off my back."

You watched them bicker, thoughts stuttering to a halt when Max shifted beneath you. He drew the hand that had been on your legs up, ruffling your hair gently and you glanced up at him.

"Have you fallen asleep on me yet?" He asked quietly, for your ears only and you grinned sleepily, the perfect picture of comfortable.

“Not yet.” You muttered, covering your mouth as a yawn took you by surprise and Max smiled in amusement.

“Do you wanna go for a walk?” He glanced up at the boys when their voices picked up volume. “Get out before this becomes massacre.”

You laughed, nodding your head in agreement and letting him pull you up. No one really noticed as you slipped away, or if they did, they didn’t question it.

The voices of your friends faded into the background the further you got away from the house, grass and gravel transformed into cobblestones leading up to the town and further from the ocean.

“It’s so pretty here.” You mused, looking down the cobbled path, lit up by street lamps. “I’d love to live some place like this, some day.”

Max’s brows furrowed, following your gaze before looking at you questioningly.

“You basically do.” He said, humourous lilt to his voice. “Mooching off of me, living it up in Monaco.”

It would’ve made you feel self-conscious and even a little embarrassed if those words had come from anyone else but Max, but you’d been friends for so long that you knew when he was joking and when he was being serious. And in this case, it was the former. It was evident in the teasing smile and his light voice, aside from the fact that he’d always find a way to rebook your flight and beg you to stay for a few more days. As if you hadn’t been with him for a week already, as if you didn’t attend nearly every race because he claimed that he didn’t want anyone else around but you.

You were aware that it wasn’t a normal friendship, what the two of you had. And you knew that people thought it to be unbelievable that you weren’t romantically involved, some days you questioned that yourself. But that was a whole can of worms that you weren’t ready to crack open just yet. It felt too dangerous.

“I’ll be out of your hair soon.” You said, voice airy as you tossed your hair over your shoulder and skipped a step forward before turning and walking backwards in front of Max. He arched a confused brow, almost disappearing under his cap and the sight was a little too funny. “As soon as I find another man to live off of. Preferably handsome and rich.”

You were kidding, obviously, but the thought still made something sour well up in Max’s throat and he struggled to not frown in annoyance. He looked away, making it seem as if he was admiring the ocean view that he could barely see in the dark, when he was in fact trying to shield his face from your attentive eyes.

“Shouldn’t be too hard.” He said, cursing himself when his voice shook. It was so minimal though and you thankfully didn’t call him out on it. ”I mean, look at you.”

There was an awkward silence seeping into the space between you and you tried to maintain the aloof expression on your face but it was hard when your stomach was doing weird flip flops. Look at you.

“And also,” Max continued, rushing to fill the silence and break the sudden and rare awkwardness. “You’ve got me as your wingman.”

That made you laugh, and something like relief flooded Max’s stomach.

“Wingman? Right.” You turned, walking ahead of him and the boy frowned at the disbelieving tone in your voice.

“What do you mean? I’m an excellent wingman.” He jogged up to catch up with you, slinging an arm around your shoulders and pulling you in.

It always amused him how you stumbled into his embrace whenever he did that, always so caught off guard but never once doubting that he’d be there to keep you upright. It was his favourite thing to do, mainly because you’d grumble and peer up at him with your eyes and Max would grin like the close proximity didn’t make him want to vomit with how much he craved to press his lips to yours. Just to see what it’d be like.

“Max,” you rolled your eyes. “No one ever dares to approach me when you’re by my side. You’re like a guard dog.”

“What?” He pulled back a little to look at your face, still keeping his arm around you. “I’m not! What the fuck are you talking about?”

“You scare off every single man!” Your voice went high in amusement and something else that he couldn't put his finger on. At Max’s furrowed brows, you sucked your teeth in exasperation and continued, “Last weekend, we were out in Monaco, remember? Two guys approached me, and you just magically seemed to show up and stake your claim. You might as well have peed all over me.”

The furrow between Max’s eyebrows seemed to deepen, feeling a little lost all of a sudden because you sounded genuinely upset and he didn’t know what to do with that.

“That's disgusting. And I wasn’t staking anything.” Max grumbled when the silence stretched on. “They were idiots anyway. Who wears sunglasses inside a club? At night?"

The both of you stared at each other as you walked and you couldn’t help but let out a giggle that broke the sudden tension. Just the sound of it made Max relax a little from where he'd suddenly gone tense.

“He was kind of a loser, wasn’t he?” You agreed, because it was true. “But you still scare every guy off.”

Okay, so maybe he did. And he’d done so unintentionally until last year before his feelings for you started to enter dangerous territory. Whereas before, he’d genuinely think that the guys you dated were total idiots, now he’d find a way to glare and act standoffish until the men took that as a sign and bailed.

“Sorry.” He said, but he really wasn’t. And you clearly didn’t believe he was sincere, judging by the arched brows on your forehead. “What? I am.”

You didn’t say anything to that, because you weren’t really upset about the fact that Max managed to chase men off whenever they got close to you. It was just the fact that he ran them off and then continued to act as if his actions didn’t have any hidden motives.

There was clearly something between the two of you, and it scared you but it also made you want more. Max was just too much of a wuss to act out on it, and so were you, in a way.

You didn’t know how many hints you could dish out before it got borderline ridiculous. Max didn't need a push, he needed a shove.

The both of you took a walk around the small village before circling back home. A few had retired to bed already, and you found Daniel, Pierre and Lando lounging around by the outdoor fireplace. Lando clocked the both of you walking into the backyard, looking a little suspicious and you shot him a questioning glance.

“Welcome back, children.” The man himself greeted, earning a flick to the head by Max in passing. He yelped, making you laugh as you sat down by Pierre.

“We’re older than you, idiot.” You pointed out and Max made a hum in agreement, looking around with a small frown.

It was ridiculous how he all of a sudden felt a little lost when you didn’t immediately go for a seat that held two people. You always managed to find a seat right next to Max, even going as far as sitting in his lap when he was in a chair; neither of you pointing out the fact that there were other seats to choose from.

But now you’d sat next to Pierre, and he felt something ugly bloom in his chest when the man in question draped a friendly arm over the backrest. You were good friends with the Frenchman, and he had a girlfriend but it still made Max annoyed.

He reluctantly sat in a chair when he realised that he’d lingered for too long, trying to tune into the conversation that had gone on for the whole time he’d gotten lost in his head.

You’d noticed, of course you had, there was no one as in tune with Max Verstappen as you were. It made you feel a smidge of glee because it was just further confirmation that whatever was going on between the two of you wasn’t friends being friends.

And it only seemed to solidify when Max looked your way, a hundred emotions shining in his eyes as he glared daggers at Pierre and his harmless arm. You arched an eyebrow, silently and innocently asking him what was wrong.

You watched Max shift in his seat.

“So, where’s Kika, Pierre?” He asked, the question coming out of the blue and you almost rolled your eyes, trying not to react when Daniel and Lando’s conversation trailed off to look at the three of you.

Pierre touched your shoulder with a finger, a tap that conveyed so much and you hid a smile by biting your cheek. Leave it to Pierre to read a room and embody the innocent and clueless man perfectly in order to help you.

“She’s sleeping.” He replied easily, kindly. “Had a little too much to drink. Which reminds me…” He trailed off and turned his head to look at you. “She wanted me to remind you of your plans tomorrow.”

“What plans?” Max asked before you had a chance to reply.

“We’re just going to a boutique we came across. It looked cute,” you smiled. “It was closed when we walked by today. But they had these nice bikinis I wanted to get my hands on.”

Lando looked up at the mention of bikinis, a smarmy smile that told you exactly what he’d say before he even opened his mouth.

“Can I come?” He asked, making Daniel cackle.

You stretched your leg out to kick his shin, grinning at his cheekiness. Lando dodged your kick just barely, a smile of his own stretching his lips.

“You’re being weird.” Max said, giving the British boy a look that looked an awful lot like a warning. It didn’t deter Lando though, not like it’d make a grown man running if it were aimed at a stranger.

The curly haired boy only rolled his eyes, a playful air to him as he glanced between you and Max.

“I’m being weird, sure.” He said. “Not as weird as you two sharing a bed.”

A hot flush traveled up your spine and reached your cheeks when Pierre and Daniel laughed, like they were trying to hold it in but couldn’t. You had half a mind to reach over the table and strangle your friend who looked way too smug to have aired out the one thing everyone probably had thought at least once, but never said out loud.

You and Max shared a glance, expecting him to look embarrassed but he looked smug and you didn’t know why your stomach rolled at the sight. He looked… hot. Confidence had always looked good on Max.

“At least I have someone to share a bed with, dipshit.” He stretched out his hand to pinch Lando, making everyone laugh. “Can’t say the same for you.”

“Oh, ha!” Lando raised his voice in a fake laugh, face scrunched up adorably sarcastic. “Ha, ha, you’re so funny, Max. Maybe you should consider being a comedian instead of the insufferable driver that you are.”

“Maybe then you’d have a chance to get podium.” Max said around a laugh and it took exactly two seconds before everyone started hollering and cackling, Lando standing up to deliver half-assed punches and nips at the laughing Dutchman who tried to dodge the incoming attacks.

You watched with an amused smile as they scuffled, both red in the face from laughter and shouts. There was no way that they wouldn’t end up waking up everyone in the house, so you stood up and ushered Lando away from Max with a laugh.

“You’re both children.” You pointed your finger at Lando when he took a step back.

“Still more mature than you.” Lando said, not maturely at all and you smiled in amusement.

“That's a fucking lie, mate.” Daniel scoffed, laughter in his voice and Lando turned around to give him a piece of his mind.

You watched them dish out insults at each other that really sounded a lot like friendly love in disguise, startling a little when you suddenly felt arms circle your waist. A yelp left your lips when you were pulled into Max’s lap, twisting until you could look at him.

The closeness of his face caught you off guard, the blue in his eyes so striking with the fireplace reflecting in them. You draped both legs over his lap, making yourself comfortable with a shy smile.

“Hi.” He greeted you softly once you’d settled down.

“Hello.” Your breath stuttered a little when he brushed his fingers against your waist, skin against skin where your tank top had ridden up.

“I think that’s our cue to go to bed.” Daniel said quietly, but loud enough for you to hear and look at him.

Lando shot him a look, eyebrows raising when both Daniel and Pierre stood up.

“I’m not tired? You go —“ He halted his words when Daniel glared at him. “Right. Whatever.”

The boys stood up, bidding you goodnight and kisses to your head before disappearing inside. You watched them through the sliding doors as they shoved each other and laughed, vanishing around a corner. Max squeezed your side and you glanced at him.

“What?” You asked when you spotted the smile that so badly wanted to break out on his face, narrowing your eyes suspiciously.

“You were trying to make me jealous.” He said, not as a question but as a sure statement. You rolled your eyes and tried to steady your breathing when he leaned forward to nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck, his hot puffs of breath making goosebumps rise on your skin.

You squirmed when his beard tickled you, shoving halfheartedly on his shoulder but he didn’t budge. He pressed his lips against your pulse point and you knew that was it; he could definitely feel your racing pulse, there was no way he couldn’t.

“Well, it worked.” You replied belatedly, voice a lot weaker and shakier than you would’ve liked it to be.

Max didn’t say anything of it, though you could feel his lips move as he smiled into your throat.

“It did.” He confessed quietly, feeling your pulse jump beneath his lips. “I wanted to break Pierre’s fingers.”

He touched your shoulder where the Frenchman had previously touched you, like he was wiping off evidence of any man but himself. It made something coil tightly in your stomach, and you struggled to not squirm in your best friend’s lap.

“That would be unwise.” You whispered, glancing over at the house where there was no sign of life.

You didn’t know how you’d explain it away, if someone were to walk back out and find the two of you in this position. You, in his lap with your arm wound around his shoulder and Max under you, pressed so close in every way. It would certainly be hard to convince anyone you were just friends after this.

But you weren’t just friends. Friends didn’t touch you the way he did, with his hand stroking the skin over your collarbone, trailing a path down the cup of your tank top and feeling the swell of your breast. Your heart was thundering in your chest, eyes locked on his hand as it mapped out every inch of your skin; fingers stroking down between your tits before he opened the palm of his hand to slide it over your ribs, almost cupping your heaving chest. You almost wished that he did, every inch of your body aching to be defiled by the very same man you’d called your best friend for years.

“Breathe.” He murmured against your throat and you realised that you’d been holding your breath, a rush of air escaping your mouth as you willed yourself to relax.

“Max.” Your brows furrowed, arching your back a little and pushing your chest closer to him.

He said your name, the sound of it so beautifully intimate and hot on his tongue that it almost made you whine. Your thoughts were a jumbled mess in your head, making it hard for you to think of anything other than his hand. The very same hand that caressed your ribs, fingers spanning out until he brushed your nipple. You inhaled sharply at the twinge of pain when he went over it again, making out the shape of it through the thin material of your top and circling it teasingly just so he could hear your stuttered and laboured breaths.

“You sound so pretty for me.” He spoke against your skin, welcoming the twinge of pain when you pulled at his hair slightly.

The whispered compliment lit your body on fire, made your hand tighten in his hair so you could push his face against your neck. He seemed to get the memo, opening his mouth to latch onto the sensitive skin there and suck. The combination of suction and the sharp pain of his thumb and forefinger pinching your nipple made you moan, the loudness of the sound catching you off guard.

“Fuck!” You cursed when he rolled the bud between his fingers, enjoying the way you squirmed; like you weren’t sure whether to push into or away from him.

You glanced up at the sky, trying to focus on the light of the stars but there was no stopping the way your eyes rolled when he bit into your skin where he’d been sucking a nasty mark into it, flattening his tongue out to lave over it. Almost like he wanted to soothe the sting.

“This isn’t weird, is it?” You asked breathlessly, even though you both knew the answer to that.

“Does it feel weird?” He countered, pulling away and you blinked down at him; struck by the absolute need in his face.

It was the first time you’d seen his face since you sat down, taking in the saliva on his lip and the blown out pupils. He looked good enough to eat and you couldn’t help but lean forward to kiss him, licking into his mouth the way you'd thought of doing for the last year.

He welcomed it with gusto, pulling away for a swift second to gauge your reaction. Max must’ve liked what he saw on your face because he dove right back, claiming your lips in a bruising kiss that had you moaning from your throat.

“Been thinking about this for a long time now.” Max confessed when you both let up for air, staring at each other through hooded lids and bruised lips.

“Me too.” You said, pushing his hair back softly. “So long.”

He kissed you again, like he couldn’t help it and you let him claim your lips however he pleased before he trailed down your jawline, sucking a few more hickeys down the side of your neck for good measure. You pushed your chest out when he neared the swell of them, watching how he pulled your top down just enough to get a better look at your tits.

Max stared at them, marvelling at the sight before the need to have his mouth on them became too great. A whimper tumbled from your lips when he sucked and licked until your skin turned raw, giving the other nipple the very same treatment.

“Oh, what the fuck?” A voice exclaimed and you jumped, turning to shield yourself from whoever had decided to turn up unannounced.

Max hurried to pull up your tank top, shooting you a glance before he leaned to the side and peered around you at the same time you looked over your shoulder. George had his back turned to you, one hand on his waist and face turned toward the sky. You couldn’t see his face, but the exasperation was clear as day in his body language.

“You guys are fucking gross.” He said and you bit your lips together to stop from laughing.

“What the fuck do you want, Russell?” Max asked, clearly annoyed that you’d been interrupted and you smoothed a thumb over the crease on his forehead.

“I forgot my phone, asshole.” He replied, agitated. “Are you guys decent?”

“Yes, you drama queen.” You rolled your eyes and watched him turn around.

There was a grimace etched on his face as he walked forward, sticking his hand down between the couch cushions until he fished out his phone. George stood upright, and there was a moment of awkwardness as you all looked at each other.

“Congratulations on finally coming to your senses.” He said finally, saluting you and walking backwards. “But please don’t shag on the patio furniture, we still have a week left and I don’t think Carlos would like an ass print on the cushions.”

“Why don’t you come over here and kiss my ass?” Max flipped him off with no real heat and you laughed.

“No thanks,” he grinned as he reached the sliding doors. “I’ll leave that to your girl.”

A silence filled the air after George made his exit and you slowly turned around, mentally preparing yourself for the onslaught of prodding questions that would surely come in the morning. George could never keep his mouth shut, enjoying chaos where it wasn’t necessary and you’d been friends with everyone long enough to know that it only took one person for word to spread like wildfire.

“It could’ve been worse.” Max said, who’d been sitting silently and regarding the faraway look in your eyes. It never ceased to amaze you how easily he could read you.

“Don’t remind me.” You widened your eyes at him, a smile overtaking your face when you saw the sparkle of humour in his eyes. “Maybe we should…”

You trailed off, hoping he’d take the hint because the sudden embarrassment kept you from finish the sentence. What would you even say? Maybe we should go to bed so we can finish what we started?

Max seemed to pick up what you were putting down, as he always did. He gave you a nod, face soft with reassurance as he cupped your face in his hand, brushing a few strands of your hair away from your face.

“Are we good?” He asked, and you took a good look at him; noting the slight worry in his eyes and you realised that while he was reassuring you, he needed a little reassurance of his own.

You placed a hand over his, giving him a gentle nod with a smile. His eyes fluttered shut when you leaned over to peck his lips, placing a kiss on his stubbled cheek for good measure.

“We’re more than good.” You gave another nod, climbing out of his lap and reaching both your hands out so he could grab them. “Take me to bed, Max.”

He made a show of groaning loudly until you laughed, hauling him up and dragging him across the lawn. You preened under his wandering hands as he crowded your space from behind, plastering his front to your back and winding his arms around you.

“Stop that.” You hissed when he buried his face in the crook of your neck, making loud and lewd noises until it tickled you.

“But you’re so soft.” He complained, sliding both hands up your sides and under your top, fingers grazing your under boob.

You squirmed but made no real effort to push him away, opening the sliding doors and walking inside with a little difficulty. The both of you got as far as the living area before Max turned you around and kissed you, rendering you useless to stop him or protest. You could feel his mouth stretch into a smirk, like he knew what he was doing and you didn’t have the heart to make any effort to scold him even as he backed you into the sofa. A loud yelp left your lips when the backs of your knees hit the sofa, accompanied by his startled shout when you both went tumbling down on the furniture with him over you.

“That wasn’t nearly as sexy as they make it out to be in the movies.” You complained, watching Max smile down at you. He adjusted the both of you until you had your legs around him, testing the waters by grinding down on you and your mouth dropped open when you felt the hardness of his cock against your crotch. “Oh, hello.”

Max exhaled, like he was relieved to finally take some pressure off by grinding against you and you angled your hips to meet his thrusts, keeping your eyes on his to watch as his face went through a hundred of different emotions. You were struggling though, the rough denim of his shorts against your cotton ones felt deliciously nice and it was becoming increasingly harder to keep quiet.

“I’d sometimes lie awake and imagine what you’d sound like.” Max murmured quietly, teeth bearing down on his lower lip when you gripped his shoulders a little harder. He ground down, listening to you whine high in your throat. “I’d fantasise what you looked like when you came.”

You dug your heels into his ass, silently telling him to keep going because a few minutes more of his incessant thrusting and he’d have you coming. Max kissed down your jawline, sucking tiny little marks into the skin that he knew you’d give him shit for when your mind had cleared, but it was the thought of your friends seeing your bruised skin that worked him up into a frenzy. He wanted, needed to show everyone that you were his. Fuck Pierre and his wandering hands, and Daniel who’d smugly smiled at him from across the paddock all those times.

He’d show them.

“You gonna make that reality, my love?” He was getting close, voice losing its edge as he spoke the words into your clavicle. He bit the thin skin there until you keened, digging your blunt nails into his shoulders. “Gonna show me what you look like when you come?”

“Yes, yes, yes…” your words were becoming jumbled, making these high noises from your chest that seized Max by the throat.

He didn’t think you were even aware of how loud you were becoming, but he’d be damned to stop you. It reminded him of the same noises you’d make when you’d take a quick dip into a cold ocean and he’d splash you just for the sake of it. You’d make this high pitched, whiny noise like the chill of the water took your breath away. It was mesmerising and so fucking hot that Max couldn’t help but grind down one last time and shoot off into his shorts, a throaty moan in your ear that sent you over the edge as well.

He forced himself to watch your face as it scrunched up, mouth hanging open as you gasped for breath, body seized up beneath him as you both ground against each other in an effort to bring you back down from your highs.

“Fuck, this is gross.” Max scrunched his nose up as he looked down between you. You peered down with a breathless giggle, noting the spot in his shorts that had seeped onto yours.

He looked up at you at the sound of your laughter, face relaxing when he saw your smiling eyes and hot cheeks. The sun had been good to you, kissing your skin so beautifully that he hadn’t been able to tear his eyes away from you for a second since you got here.

“I can’t believe we just humped like a couple of teens.” You said it with laughter in your voice, but Max could spot the shy tilt of your brows and there was something oddly endearing about it. "In Carlos's family home." You said the last part in a mortified whisper, like the reality of it was dawning on you.

“Should’ve done that sooner.” He joked and you laughed, slapping his shoulder.

Max dropped his weight on you as sudden exhaustion seeped into his body, and you grunted. You wound your arms around him though, ignoring the messes you’d made between you for the sake of a cuddle. Your fingers drew little patterns on his back, like you knew Max loved, and he almost purred at the feeling.

“We should probably go to bed.” You said quietly.

“Yeah.” He said, but neither of you made any effort to move.

The grandfather clock was ticking away in the corner, almost like background music, and you were almost lulled to sleep by Max’s steady breathing. Your eyes opened when he suddenly moved above you, having sensed that you were two seconds from falling asleep when your hands stopped moving on his back.

“Okay,” he sighed heavily and stood up with a grimace, wobbling a little. You smiled slowly when he offered you his hands, pulling you up. “Time for bed.”

“I’m getting déjà vu.” You referred to an hour ago when you’d declared bedtime, only to end up a few meters away on the couch instead.

Max laughed, pulling you along toward the stairs and guiding you down a narrow hallway.

The morning after went as well as you’d imagine, waking up with Max snoozing quietly on his stomach with his hands shoved underneath the pillow. You’d ghosted a kiss on his cheek before getting up to get ready for the day. Sharing a room with Max during all the years had made you stealthy enough to perform your routines without him waking up, but it could also be because he slept like a rock and not even pans and pots in the hands of Lando and Daniel could bring him out of his dead sleep.

“Good morning, sunshine.” Daniel greeted you when you stepped foot into the kitchen, pulling everyone’s eyes toward you and you smiled awkwardly.

“Hi? Hey.” You carefully avoided George’s eyes as you walked around the counter, patting Heidi on the back in a silent greeting.

The look she gave you had your hackles rising a bit, but you pushed the paranoia away because surely George hadn’t gone and blabbed already? It was only - you looked at the clock - nine in the morning. Christ.

Charlotte handed you a mug of steaming coffee and you wordlessly took it, taking a small sip. “Thank you.”

Conversation picked back up again as you went on the hunt for toast, popping them in the toaster and pouring another cup of coffee for Max who’d probably woken up by now. Francisca talked about the boutique you’d be going to, waving Pierre off with a playful hand when he tried to invite himself into your girls day.

There was a slight lull in the chaos of three conversations happening in the space of the kitchen, and it wasn’t hard to figure out that Max had finally joined the party. You turned your head and almost smiled at his hair, wet from a shower and sticking up in all directions. He looked sleepy still, a little bleary eyed but he still managed to find you in the gaggle of people.

It warmed your heart a lot more than you’d like to admit when you watched his eyes light up as they settled on you, murmuring good morning’s and patting backs as he made a beeline for you.

You smiled at him. “Morning.”

Max accepted the mug of coffee you handed him, kissing your cheek in thanks and you leaned into it automatically. It was scary how fast you’d gotten used to his affection, but it felt so natural that you couldn’t bring yourself to question it.

“You look beautiful.” He complimented you, hand finding the hem of your dress to pluck at it with his fingers.

It was a plain old summer dress in white, one you’d worn a couple of times but it was Max’s favourite piece. It made your legs look amazing, and he was slightly mourning the thought of having to let you go out with the girls and not being able to ogle you openly.

“Thank you.” You smiled up at him.

“Is anyone gonna address the elephant in the room?” Lando spoke out, bringing the both of you out of your bubble you’d managed to create.

You turned around to look at the nosy group, rolling your eyes at your friend.

“Isn’t it clear?” Pierre balled up leftover bread from a loaf and chucked it at the Brit from across the table.

Charles frowned, glancing at you before looking over at his girlfriend who was smiling a little too brightly for your liking.

“Am I missing something?” Charles narrowed his eyes and looked at you. “I feel like I’m missing something.”

“You’re not.” You said, playfully glaring at your friends. “They’re just being idiots.”

George coughed, dodging an incoming slap to the arm from Carmen. Just that one gesture let you know that Carmen was aware of what had happened last night.

“Tell that to Carlos’ furniture.” He muttered but it was enough for Carlos to look up, frown deep in his face as his round eyes looked between George, you and Max.

“What?” He asked, confusion lacing his voice. “What did you say?”

Max coughed, hiding a laugh as he turned around to pick up his mug of coffee. You shot Kika a look that screamed help me and she didn’t even hesitate to hop up from the barstool and nod at the girls.

“Everyone ready?” She asked, earning a few replies as they gathered up their things for a day in town. "Vamos."

You watched in amusement before turning to Max, not really in the mood to leave him and he seemed to share those feelings, judging by the look on his face. His eyes flickered across your face, like he was trying to memorise it and you leaned into him.

“I’ll see you later?” He asked, like it was ever a question, watching you nod. He handed you the toast you’d prepared, giving you a look. “Eat up before you go.”

You tried to act like that small gesture didn’t make your heart absolutely crumble into ashes, not having the strength to refrain yourself from standing on your toes to press a kiss to his mouth.

“What the fuck?” Came Charles’ voice from somewhere and you laughed into Max’s lips before pulling back.

Max gave your behind a small pat and you turned around to leave the kitchen, thinking that you couldn’t wait to be back home.

[escelia]

DP x DC PROMPT/FIC

Gotham Portal

(If you get the notif for this post like 2 days ago, no you didn't! I wasn't done yet! You were imagining things!)

Where the story takes place in Gotham instead of Amity Park, the Fentons having moved before the construction and testing of the Ghost portal due to the high saturation of ectoplasm in Gotham. So, Danny's accident ALSO happens in Gotham, except he has no support system at all.

Enter the Bats stage left!

Danny couldn't believe he'd been so stupid. His parents had uprooted their whole life to move to Gotham. They said they'd need all the ambient ectoplasm there for when they built their portal. Jazz had been thrilled! After all, Arkham was a shining beacon of mentally ill people, and Jazz was like a psychology moth to a flame; it would be the perfect place for her internship after college.

His parents had wasted no time assembling the portal from their blueprints in the basement of the run-down apartment building they'd bought outright just on the edge of Crime Alley, complete with the Ops Center parked right on top. They'd gutted the place and completely redone it before they moved in. (Danny had no idea when they accomplished that. Maybe they'd been planning it for a while and only thought to tell their children two weeks before moving day.) He was genuinely surprised the local vigilantes hadn't stopped by yet to ask questions.

But anyway, back to how he was royally screwed! He'd just wanted a cool picture for Sam and Tucker now that he'd moved away. His parents weren't home (they'd gone back to the hardware store after their last test), Jazz had stayed after school to try and butter up her new teachers by running a study group, and he'd been alone. He'd even followed all the safety precautions his parents had told him about! He'd put on the hazmat suit and tried not to touch anything. But he'd tripped.

Through the whirling of green and the static buzzing in his ears, he remembered screaming, though he hadn't recognized it as his own. Every nerve in his body was on fire, and he just wanted it to stop. Stop, please stop, why won't someone save me, please!

He woke up to the smell of burning flesh, but he woke up. He was okay! Disoriented, a little disgusted by the smell and throat a little raw, but okay!

At least he'd thought so at first.

He'd begun to... change colors? And float, he floated sometimes, too. But the most irritating of all was that he would go through things. Forks and glasses slipping, quite literally, right through his fingers.

He hadn't told his parents. He'd been fine, after all. A little shaken up, but they'd been so excited he'd gotten the portal to work, who was he to put a damper on the mood when he was fine?

That brought him to now, staring at the mirror in the school bathroom in horror. He'd fought his first real ghost that morning around breakfast. He'd kept it together fairly well, in his opinion. Got through three whole classes before making an excuse to the teacher, slipping off into the blessedly empty restroom.

He'd been getting better and better at controlling his form, and he transformed in front of the mirror, taking stock of his appearance.

Odd colored hair: check.

Bright glowing eyes: check.

Floaty hair: check.

Could walk through walls, disappear, and fly: check.

He raised his finger to his pulse point and felt... nothing.

"I died," he whispered to himself in shock. "I... died," he repeated, this time in despair.

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Damian Wayne was not usually one to keep tabs on his classmates. They weren't his friends, therefore he saw no point. However, the new kid, Daniel Fenton, had begun to act strange.

When Daniel Fenton enrolled in Gotham Academy it hadn't been anything special. He'd started the year a little last due to his family moving, but families moved for all sorts of reasons. He hadn't tried to immediately make friends with Damian like so many others had, much to his relief. But he hadn't tried to make friends with anyone else, either. Maybe he liked to be alone? It really wasn't his business.

But then the boy started getting skittish and clumsy. Clumsier than he had been when he started school. He'd developed a miniscule tremor in his left hand, so he'd probably sustained an injury. He began dropping things in Chemistry. So often, in fact, that he'd been banned from doing practical labs and was instead assigned extra book work.

If Damian had been anyone else, if he hadn't been raised by assassins or had his night work as Robin, he wouldn't have noticed. He wouldn't have followed Fenton to the bathroom under the guise of needing to see the school nurse for a headache. Perhaps if he were anyone else, Fenton might have noticed him following.

There was an alarming flash of light as Damian peered carefully around the corner. Fenton had changed forms. Something had happened to him.

"I died," he heard him say. Damian thought he was being dramatic until he watched him raise his fingers to his pulse point. His glowing eyes dilated in panic, and he repeated himself. He watched as his classmate, looking fragile and lost, curled in on himself floating in the air, and sobbed.

Damian didn't confront him that day. He watched, waited, and researched. He found the research of Dr's Fenton on ghosts and ectoplasm, most of which he was skeptical of up until actual ghosts started to torment them during patrols.

Ghosts were real, it appeared.

He also concluded that their findings on ectoplasmic entities being non-sentient and inherently malevolent was incorrect, having met the ghost of a little girl caught up in a rouge attack that killed her and her family.

Damian watched Daniel Fenton for about a week while he ditched class in a poorly hidden effort to fight and contain the ghosts that he and his family were having such a hard time dealing with. His father was even nearly considering contacting John Constantine, which was never his ideal solution. Damian had been rolling an idea around in his head for a while and he decided now would be the time to bring it up.

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Dinner at the manor was more of a full table than Damian had expected. Not everyone was there, Jason's relationship with them was still a bit strained, so he was not in attendance, and neither was Stephanie. But Duke was home, and Dick was actually there early for patrol later. Tim was there, and so was Cass, so almost everyone.

"Ahem," he cleared his throat politely. "Father, I wish to recruit a new member."

The chatter around the room came to a halt, the clatter of silverware ceasing.

"What exactly do you mean, chum?" Bruce asked carefully.

"I have a classmate I believe would be a valuable asset in light of our trouble with ghosts recently. However, he has no training or support, so I'm asking for your assistance."

"Did... demon brat make a friend?" Tim asked bewildered and a little bit terrified.

"Tt. No, I've never even spoken to him." Damian rolled his eyes. "My classmate, Daniel Fenton, transferred to Gotham Academy about a month ago and started acting strange soon after. He came to school with a tremor and a Lichtenberg figure you can just barely see starting on his left hand and traveling up his arm. I believed he'd been in an accident, and my suspicions were proven when I saw him use meta abilities to ditch class and fight a ghost in the courtyard of the school. From my observations, they are newly acquired, but he has decent instincts and an inclination toward heroism. I believe it would be safer for everyone involved if we approached him first."

"What?" Tim muttered. Dick was smiling gently at him, though, as if he were doing something he was proud of.

"Do his parents know?" Duke asked. Damian scoffed.

"I highly doubt it."

"Wait, Fenton as in the ectobiologists?" Bruce asked. The ex-assassin nodded.

"And considering their research is not reflected in our own interactions with ghosts thus far, I do not believe we should tell them."

"Not safe?" Cass signed. Her brother shook his head.

"The abilities I've observed resemble that of a ghost. He even has an alternate ghostly form."

The implication that they'd be endangering him hung heavy in the air. They'd all seen the Fentons' research. It mostly consisted of theoretical analysis and blatant biases with a long list of proposed experiments they'd run if they ever caught one. They'd all agreed that the Fenton ghost hunters were not a viable option for their ghost problem, especially after seeing how they drove, which in itself nearly put them on the Bat's rogue list.

"We've been meaning to investigate the Fentons properly anyways," Dick pointed out.

Bruce attempted to massage a headache out of his temples. The stuff his kids stumbled into, really. But Damian was right. If his classmate was a new meta with no support, it was only a matter of time before the rogues zeroed in on him, and since his family lived there, he couldn't tell the kid to leave.

"I'm not saying yes just yet, but talk to him. Find out any more that you can."

"Of course, Father."

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Danny finally felt like he was getting the hang of his ghost powers. He was pleasantly surprised, and also mildly horrified, that his parents' inventions actually worked on the ghosts he was now beginning to fight regularly. His favorite was by far the thermos, which did no ghost mutilating whatsoever.

He discovered he had a ghost sense and enhanced hearing and vision, which was cool and all, but now he could hear all the shitty things his classmates said about him behind his back. Which, rude! He didn't even talk to them, what did they have to be shitty about?

He also noticed that one of them, Damian Wayne, had been watching him. From what Danny had heard, Damian was the richest kid in school, a Wayne. Son of billionaire Bruce Wayne, to be exact. And his attitude reflected that. His standoffish, holier than thou rich guy attitude made Dash and Paulina look like they lived below the poverty line. Apparently, he generally didn't talk to anyone at school unless it pertained to class, so Danny saw no point in introducing himself.

That made it extra weird that Damian was following him.

It was right after lunch when a hiccup had a cold breath tumbling from his lips. He raised his hand and asked his teacher if he could use the restroom. He made his way to the bathroom on the other side of the building this time, hoping it would be too out of the way for Damian to follow. But soft rustling of his classmate's school uniform gave him away, no matter how imperceptible his footsteps were.

When he entered the restroom, he made his way to the sink instead, splashing some cold water on his face as Damian walked in behind him loudly as if announcing his presence.

"I know what you've been doing," he said confidently, crossing his arms and standing in front of the door so Danny couldn't leave.

"Oh, hey! Damian, right? I'm in most of your classes, but I don't think I've ever introduced myself. I'm-"

"Daniel Fenton, I know. You've been fighting ghosts." Damian had to give him at least a little credit; he'd become a great actor over the last week. Though, that probably had a lot to do with the fact that he probably didn't feel safe at home anymore.

"My parents are ghost hunters, but I don't think shooting a ghost in the face with a lipstick laser then running for my life counts as 'fighting ghosts'."

"Tt. You are lying."

"Dude, what are-?" Danny cut himself off when his words came with another misty breath. Crap! He'd taken too long!

The ghost of the day, an ugly, mutated, bird looking thing with claws at the ends of its wings and a full set of dangerous, pointed teeth, phased through the door behind Damian, poised to strike.

Without warning, Danny grabbed Damian's wrist and whipped him out of the way, throwing himself between the two. A green shield formed in front of him just as the bird slashed at them with one of its wings.

"Well, that's new," he said startled as the bird geared up for another attack.

Danny groaned at his miserable luck before throwing caution to the wind and transforming. He'd just have to force friendship upon one Damian Wayne in an attempt to keep him from telling anyone about his whole magical girl transformation. He tried to activate his shield again, but when nothing happened, he was flung across the room into the wall. God, this was embarrassing.

The next time the ghost tried to attack him, Damian yanked him aside in a dodge and bolted out of the bathroom with Danny in tow. He was dragged through the winding halls to one of the side exits of the school. In costume or not, Damian's priority was luring the ghost away from the other students.

"Hey, so uh, you won't say anything about this," he gestured wildly to himself, "will you?"

"Tt. Of course not, but I believe you have more important concerns at the moment."

“Right!” Danny patted at the sides of his hazmat suit. “Crap, I left my thermos in my locker!” He dodged another attack and retaliated with an ectoblast, trying to keep the ghost's attention off of Damian as much as possible.

"Your lunch? Really?" Damian shouted. Dang, Danny must have been doing a decent job if Damian had the spare time and attention to be exasperated with him.

"No! It's a containment device! Besides, ghosts are basically soup anyway!"

"Distract it," Damian instructed, "I'll retrieve the device." The boy took off. Danny had to wonder how he even knew where his locker was. The ghost tried to follow him, but Danny shot another blast at it.

"Hey ugly, auditioning to be one of Gotham's Birds? Sorry, but you don't really look the part." He had no idea if the creature could even understand him, but the way it turned to him and lunged again suggested it had done the trick. This time, his shield did work!

Danny could have cried tears of joy at finally having some consistency with it. The next few minutes of the fight felt like an eternity while he dodged and shot ectoblasts at it. The creature wasn't really that strong, and it didn't seem to have super dangerous abilities like some of the other ghosts he'd fought like Skulker or Technus. It ended up being a great opportunity to practice his new shield ability, actually. But he knew the longer he took, the more danger his classmates would be in.

The bird ghost slammed into his shield with a particularly vicious strike, slamming him into the ground and creating a small crater.

"Note to self, remember intangibility," Danny groaned.

In that moment he noticed a door opening on the school building. It was Damian! He was finally back with thermos in hand! Unfortunately, the other ghost noticed too.

"Oh no you don't!" Danny yelled, latching onto one of its feet as it tried to fly toward his classmate. He dug his fingers in hard and sunk into the ground partway to anchor himself.

"Big green button by the lid then the button immediately below it!"

Damian wasted no time popping the lid open and sucking the ghost into the device, the lid closing with a quiet pop. He had to admit, though the design was questionable, it was sturdy, light, and very clearly effective. He wondered if he could get away with sneaking off with this one to have drake examine later.

"That was some incredible timing, thanks." The ghostly form of his classmate floated over to him, taking the thermos from his hand. Damian did not pout.

"We should probably get out of here before the Fenton's show up." He could already hear the screech of tires and his dad's voice over the megaphone tearing through the air.

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"Don't worry honey, we'll catch that nasty ghost boy next time," Jack Fenton comforted his wife. True to form, the Fenton's had arrived to the scene late, and most of the damage to the school yard had been from their vehicle crashing into things upon their arrival. Parents had been called and classes ended for the day, which was how one Bruce Wayne found himself at Gotham Academy trying to help the teachers talk the two down from storming and searching the school.

His son was standing off to the side with one of his classmates. Dark hair, bright blue eyes, lanky frame; Bruce could have mistaken the child for one of his own, but looking between the hulking man in front of him and the kid standing next to Damian, the resemblance was obvious. That had to be Daniel Fenton, the meta his son had told him about. Which meant he'd been the one to deal with the ghost before anyone else had gotten there. The classmate Damian had suggested they recruit for his safety.

"Danno, did you see where that spook went? When I get my hands on him, I'll rip him apart molecule by molecule for even thinking of attacking your school!" Bruce saw Daniel's breath hitch with fear.

"Sorry, no. I was coming back from the bathroom when I saw him fighting another ghost through the window. I was scared so I hid," he lied, gripping his left wrist while he spoke.

Bruce was impressed. The boy's fear was real, and he used that to his advantage to really sell the lie to his parents. His heart ached for him. He couldn't imagine seeing any of his boys looking at him like that, with such fear and distrust.

"That's okay sweetie, we'll get him next time. We're just happy you're alright. Let's get you home," his mother comforted, though Bruce knew it wasn't very comforting at all.

"Yeah, we'll teach you to use the Fenton Bazooka," well that was horrifying, "that way next time you can just blast him!" Danny wanted literally anything else.

"Actually," Damian interrupted politely. "We were assigned a project in class earlier on the history of Gotham. As Daniel is relatively new to town, I offered to assist him with the assignment. Father, would it be acceptable for him to join us for dinner?"

Bruce would have been incredibly surprised his son was inviting someone over for dinner if he didn't see exactly what he was doing. Daniel wasn't safe at home. And he clearly wasn't comfortable with the way his parents spoke of the 'ghost boy'. If his defeated expression was anything to go by, it hadn't been the first time they'd said something like that, nor would it be the last.

"What do you think, Mr. and Mrs. Fenton? We'd love if Daniel could join us for dinner."

"Please, call us Maddie and Jack. That sounds wonderful Mr..."

"Wayne. Bruce Wayne, I'm Damian's father," he introduced. If the two recognized the name, they didn't show it. It worked out rather well in his favor.

"Mr. Wayne. If its not too much trouble, that would be wonderful. It's about time he made a new friend, he's been sulking since the move. Now, we have a ghost to catch!" Maddie planted a kiss on Danny's forehead, leaning her blaster on her shoulder as her and her husband made their way back to the homemade assault vehicle parked haphazardly on the lawn of the school.

"Be sure to call us if you plan on staying the night! We'll let Jazz know she doesn't have to worry about dinner for you! We love you, have fun sweetie!"

"Are they always like that?" Damian asked after the two had pulled away. How had those two even gotten their driver's license? It was truly abysmal, he dreaded the thought of anyone getting into a vehicle with them. And then there was the speed in which they'd dumped their son into their laps, even suggesting they'd be okay with him not coming home that night.

"They mean well, but yeah," Danny replied, heaving a sad and defeated sigh. "Thank you, by the way. For inviting me over, even if you didn't mean it. They can be a bit much."

"Clearly," Damian mused back.

Bruce watched the two interact and felt pride well up in his chest. Meeting the Fenton parents just once was enough to convince him that their son needed help, maybe even their daughter too. That Damian had taken the initiative to bring this to his attention, that he had stood up for Danny and offered his home as a sanctuary for him, made him so incredibly proud as a father. He wasn't as prickly with Danny the way he was with other people, even his own siblings. That was a very good thing indeed, considering it was looking more and more likely this would end with another adoption.

Maybe Clark was right, he did have an adoption problem.

[coryosbaby]

Pls write more Hoffman stuff T-T I’ve been reading it repeatedly for the past couple of days along with your Adam stuff. I’m gnawing at the iron bars of my enclosure. I love your writing <3

𝒞𝑜𝒸𝓀𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝑀𝒶𝓇𝓀 + 𝒶 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝑒𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒮𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒽𝓂 ♡

Cw: nsfw . Slight dubcon towards the end, cockwarming, p n v, exhibitionism, daddy kink, age gap, threeway, creampie

A/N: u ask u shall receive 🙏🏻 this is Hoffman & strahm + maybe a lil hint of Daniel Rigg but I’ll be writing more of just Hoffman soon if that’s what u prefer 🩷

The days spent in Mark’s office can either be incredibly boring and painful, or incredibly fun and painful.

And on this day, as his hard cock slides itself inside of you, you decide it’s going to be a fun but painful day— quivering, you let out a small whine as he fills you up in his desk chair. His cock, thick and long, is causing an ache and burn in your core. But how could you care when you’ve been wet for him all day?

Mark is barely paying mind to you; being a detective means having a lot of paperwork, and that he must finish today. But that doesn’t mean he can’t squeeze in a little time for you, right?

“Daddy..” you mumble, adjusting the ends of your skirt. He had just slid right in, with absolutely no warning at all! He was so mean sometimes. Batting your eyelashes, trying to get him to look at you, you add, “Cmon, why do you just fuck me?”

“Quiet.” He grunts. He’s flipping through a page from a case file. Although it’s confidential, he never minds letting you see the cases he works on. You’ve kept worser secrets for him, after all. “Keep yourself occupied, why don’t you?”

Oh, that’s rich coming from the man holding you down on his dick. You pout, crossing your arms across your chest. You purposely squirm on his lap, then. He exhales sharply, as you clench your walls on him.

And just then, a knock sounds.

Your face becomes bright red, and you’re quick to try and get off of Mark’s lap. But he tsks, holding you down with both hands and keeping you in place. Your eyes widen in fear.

“Come in,” Mark states.

And of course, the person who opens the door is Peter Strahm— someone you’ve grown to dislike since you heard him whisper something about the “young piece of ass” Hoffman had laying around in his office every day. You were quite offended by that statement, even though Peter has grown to be— in your opinion— too nice to you.

“Hoffman,” he says, trying to avert his gaze from your flushed face. You pray that he can’t see Mark’s unbuttoned pants and your pussy wrapped around him. “I need to talk to you… alone.”

Mark rolls his eyes, pushing his hips up. Letting out a tiny gasp, you can feel his cock sliding against your walls— and with shame, you try not to pay attention to the way your cunt gets slicker at the thought of Peter catching you being such a whore.

“You can say it here, Strahm.” He pats your hip, ruffling your skirt. “I can assure you, her pretty little head is empty right now.”

You should be offended, but really, you can’t think. Peter’s sleeves are rolled up today, his arms and hands exposed and— fuck, why do you want them to touch you?

“It’s about the Jigsaw case,” Strahm presses. His eyes land on yours again, and he watches the expanse of your legs. Your face flushes furiously, and you feel a drop of slick begin to run down your inner thigh.

Shit.

“And?” Mark teases. “It doesn’t matter to her. What is it?”

“It’s..”

Peter’s eyes are on your tits, your thighs quivering. You bite your lower lip, and you can’t help but let a fuzzy feeling take over you as he watches you.

“Cat got your tongue, Strahm?”

Mark smirks, and when he grabs your hips and pushes you further down on him, you can’t help it— you let out a moan, a desperate and sex crazed moan.

Peter doesn’t even know what to do or say— just stands there, his mouth open and a tent forming in his jeans. Mark continues to bounce you up and down on him.

“No—“ you whimper. “Mark! Peter, ‘m so sorry—“

“Fuck..” Peter whispers.

“You want a piece of her?” Mark chuckles, lifting up your skirt. Your cunt is exposed, all creamy and wet, little clit throbbing. You begin to rock your hips back onto your boyfriends hard length. “She wants you to fuck her. Don’t you, angel?”

You can’t help but nod, watching as Peters hand goes down to palm his crotch. He looks at you with a hungry stare.

Mark lifts you up with his strong arms, getting out of the chair and dragging you to the front of his desk. He slips out of you, pushing your body down onto the hardwood. Your cheek presses against a stack of papers as Mark spreads your legs with one of his feet. He lifts up your skirt, revealing your aching cunt for Peter to see.

“Cmon, Strahm,” Mark urges. “Don’t you wanna fuck her pussy? She’s so tight, so warm…”

And fuck, as wrong as it is Strahm is practically hypnotized by the sight of your gaping hole clenching around nothing. It needs something to fill it so bad, he thinks.

Fuck it. He stalks over, gives Mark a little shove to get out of his way. He unbuckles his belt. Mark begins stroking his cock at the sight of your doe eyes looking up at him. Peter pulls his throbbing length out of his pants, and rubs it up against you. You feel like heaven— and when he pushes into your hole, presses his balls firm against your ass, his eyes almost roll back into his head. It’s been a while since he’s fucked such a young, tight pussy.

“Oh—“

You whine as he pulls out and pushes right back in, incredibly hard. His skin smacks against yours as he begins to pound you against the desk.

Mark, chuckling, pats your cheek with his palm.

“That’s my girl.”

He’s stroking his cock over your face now, and Peter groans and spreads your asscheeks apart to get a better view of you.

“Been keepin’ this sweet thing from me all this time, Hoffman?”

His differences with the other man seemed to be forgotten because of your warm, wet cunt.

“Would’ve let you fuck her sooner if you weren’t such a prick.” Mark replies, and grunts when the tip of his cock hits your lips. “Don’t cum inside her. That’s something only I can do.”

Strahm huffs, displeased, but doesn’t say anything. He listens to your whimpers and moans. His mouth begins running, spewing harsh words to you as his cock moves in and out of your slick folds.

“Such a slutty little girl.”

“God, baby, are all the men you fuck always twice your age?”

“Knew you were a filthy whore the moment I saw you walk into big man’s office. Shit, yeah, clench like that again, bitch.”

Although Mark should be angry at these remarks, he knows it’s just a way to break you down on Strahm’s cock. He knows that you love being degraded and used.

It’s not long before Mark’s length fills your mouth, and as you swallow him down your throat Peter begins to rub your clit in harsh circles. Choking on Mark’s cock and squeezing your walls around Peter, your orgasm washes over you in harsh waves. You spasm against the both of them, your release dripping onto Peter’s thighs.

Peter is close, too, and he can feel it. Pulling himself out of you is probably the hardest thing he’s ever forced himself to do— and this even includes when he had to stick a metal straw in his neck because he almost drowned to death. He rubs himself against your lower back, letting out a small, “fuck yes, baby, such a good whore for daddy,” As he spills thick ropes all over the tramp stamp adorning your skin. He relaxes against you for a moment, then pulls away and tucks himself back into his pants. He nods at mark, then murmurs a small, “thanks, honey.” To you as he approaches the door and makes his way out. Mark pulls himself out of your mouth and makes his way over to your quivering form.

“Okay?” He murmurs softly.

You nod, head empty and hole clenching as Mark lines himself up. Much thicker than Strahm, he adds a harsh sting to the mix of your overstimulated cunt once again. He thrusts in and out of you at a harsh pace, his cock practically ripping you in half as it pummels your guts. You can feel that neediness coming back, that urge to cream all over a cock again.

“Yes, daddy,” you mewl. “Please. Please, I need it..”

“Yeah?” He says harshly. His fingers dip into your hips, watching the puddle of cum forming at the base of your lower back. “What if I called the whole office in here, huh? Two cocks not enough for this greedy cunt? Maybe you need to be smothered by another detectives pussy. Maybe you need another fat cock to split you in half…”

And Jesus, Mark’s filthy fucking mouth has you squirming and aching for another orgasm. He grabs your throat with one of his strong hands, bending your body back towards him. Strahm’s spend leaks down in between your ass cheeks and smears all over Mark’s lower stomach, leaving white strings stuck between your body and his, but he doesn’t care. Chasing his release, the mess adds to the amount of pleasure coursing through him.

Your fingers move up to hold onto his hand, as a way to loosen his grip. But you know he won’t let up— once Mark is set on a brutal pace with you, he always has to have his hands around your neck. His cock is bruising, kissing your cervix in just the right way and —

Oh.

Your eyes now, have averted to the office window. A breath of air leaves you as you realize that the blinds, ever always closed, are now open.

You try to get Mark’s attention— try to find a way to get him to let up so the window can be covered again. Thankfully, no one has walked by. It’s an empty hallway. But anyone could be willing…

“Mark,” you wheeze. His eyes flit to where you’re eyes are focused. To your surprise, the man doesn’t stop fucking you— in fact, his thrusts only seem to increase. His smell evades your senses, all cologne and herbal soap and laundry detergent, and you feel fucking dizzy.

And then, a shadow crosses that hallway. A familiar figure, with a stack of papers in his hands.

Daniel Rigg.

There, walking right across the office window. Noticing movement out of the corner of his eye, his body freezes midway, and he turns to look at the both of you.

Eyes filling with tears , you can’t do anything but take Mark’s cock and watch the man. And slowly, you recounted that you hadn’t seen Strahm when he had left the room— hadn’t seen him pull on the string of the blinds. Hadn’t seen Mark’s small smirk when he saw them being opened.

“Looks like we have an audience.” Mark teases.

You notice the tent forming in Detective Rigg’s pants, and your eyes flit down. He begins to stutter on his movements, and the papers in his hand drop to the ground. He shuffles, quickly picking them back up. And, with embarrassment and an urge to stroke his now hard cock, he begins to walk, fast, away from the scene.

Those motherfuckers.

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[theweasleytwinsownmyjuicyass]

Love of my life | D.R.

Daniel Ricciardo x younger!reader

Summary: What happens when you confess your profound love to the person whose heart you broke? How fragile is the hope of reconciliation?

Warnings: comforting angst??? (idk even im in my feels)

Word count: ~1.2K

^^

“Hiding from me?” the velvety voice behind you felt more familiar than you’d like it to.

“Should I?” you turned your eyes away from the dark ocean before you and met his eyes. Gosh he looked handsome and you could feel your body react to him, still the same as it was, gentle shock waves weaving through your fingertips.

“God I hope not…” he sat down beside you on the straw beach furniture. You were trying to keep your gaze on the horizon of the ocean where water seemed to bleed into the dark night sky and become one.

You could hear him take a deep breath, it was shaky and an uncomfortable feeling settled in your gut as if foreseeing that his following words would remind you of something you had been trying to keep buried for the last 5 months.

“I didn’t think I’d see you here tonight…” he spoke out softly, his eyes on your silhouette, encaged by the silver glory of the full moon you looked untouchable. And he knew that you were untouchable to him, no matter how much his palms seemed to have thoughts of their own and wished to just reach out to you, and relish in the touch of your silky skin just like he’d done months ago.

“Why not? You know I didn’t attend all those parties just because of you,” you held your stare stoic, letting yourself get lost in the starry night sky, counting the stars only so you’d hold yourself back from latching on the man sitting beside you.

Nothing could have you forget the day you’d met him. Ironically it was a party that you had only attended because you were dying to catch a glimpse of the charming man that he was. Luckily, at least that’s what you thought at that very moment, you had caught his eye and soon enough you were carrying his heart in your hands and he was carrying yours. Although now after everything, you believe you might have been wrong about the later…

“Y/n… I just want to say-”

“Please don’t say it, don’t apologize again,” you turned to him almost instantly which left him speechless, your eyes sparkling in the moonlight reminiscent of the various jewels he used to clasp around your neck and the supple kisses he’d leave there throughout the day, but the jewels that adorned your eyes now weren’t a consequence of a blissful time together, “I will not hear it again… I do not need to be reminded of that… time”, you lowered your head trying to catch your breath and the lonely tears from falling.

“Baby,” he kept his hands secured in tight fists, too easy to lose control now that he could see tears escaping out of your eyes and cascading down your cheeks. He still remembers the salty streaks from the last time he’d been this close to you. How could he ever forget when the pain he’s been carrying in his chest for so long never denied itself. You had given his heart back to him, but you sure took a piece of it for yourself before that, though how could he blame you when he had done the same… to have the smallest part of you and suffer rather than have no memory of you was and would always be Daniel’s first and only choice.

“Daniel,” your eyes traveled back to his warm eyes, the same one’s that had made you all the promises of a perfect tomorrow. One that never came. One that you still let yourself dream about whenever the air smelled like the cologne you’d gifted him, the one he was still wearing now…

Looking at him you wished you could hate him, you wished to be physically repulsed by the man in front of you, maybe that would help you walk away now and continue living as you once had. Striving for the brightest most delightful future, without looking back at the old dark days, but he has possessed your mind, you can no longer make a step without seeing him there, what if’s about the past clouding your future. How could he sit there and give you those eyes… those gorgeous sad eyes. You bit back your lip. You could no longer kiss his sad eyes and see them light back up after.

“Y/n… you were the love of my life,” he accepts the torture that is to come his way, he knows he deserves it for the crime he just committed. Tears were fully running down your cheeks now, large droplets falling into the sand beneath your feet and disappearing right away, like they were never there…

“Why are you doing this to me, Daniel?” you instinctively covered your face with your palms as sobs made your shoulders tremble, hiding the tears from him even if he’s seen them already. You hated nothing more than for him to see you cry.

“I just… I felt that you had to know, because I never told you how much I actually loved you. I treated you so wrong for a very long time and I am to blame for that… I was the shitty older guy who took advantage of someone who didn’t know what she was doing…”

“That was the problem, Daniel. You always viewed me as a child…I am young, but I am not a kid and I can make decisions for myself. You might regret me, but I know the choices I made and I have no remorse over them,” your heart ached. How unfortunate is it to meet the love of your life and understand that they never truly saw you as their equal.

“The only thing I regret is not doing more to get to know you and… leaving you behind… I was in the wrong, so please do not cry darling…” his voice sounded so different, he was breaking from the inside out seeing you this way. He leaned closer to you, his warm palms encompassing your wrists to reveal your face to him.

Two pairs of teary eyes stared into one another.

The both of you took in a shaky breath in, which finally broke the suffocating tension and helped your lips ease into a simple smile. Daniel wiped at your cheeks, his touch ghostly light, removing the salty puddles, before gracing your forehead with an effortless kiss.

“I’m sorry too, Daniel,” you leaned back just so you could once again let yourself go and drown in his warm eyes, completely forgetting your morals and bringing back the buried feelings you couldn’t not tell him, “You were also the love of my life…”

Now it was Daniel’s turn to let the tears flow. And he did. He wished he had you, all of you, he wished to cry on your shoulder whenever a race went wrong, he wished to have your attentive hands run through his curls and soothe him when the air seemed to get too heavy. Most importantly he wished he had said it sooner, the short ‘L’ word, because if he had, you’d be home, tangled in bed together with big tranquil smiles on your faces.

Instead you two were crying on a beach together, reminiscing on what would have been if it could have been. But it was enough for Daniel, even if he was crying, at the very least he was crying with you… the love of his life…

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A.N. loving older men is not a hobby, it's a lifestyle<3

[vetteltea]

first of all congratulations on reaching 500!!! i honestly feel like u deserve more bc ur writing is just *chef's kiss* 💋

for breakfast tea, may i request letter J with charles? it may or may not be inspired by this one video of charles coming out of their plane's toilet after quite a while with daniel teasing tf outta him cus he was in there for too long with his phone 😭

thank u v much and hAPPY 500 AGAIN 🫶🏻

☕︎ breakfast tea

CL16 and 'J: Jack Off: Masturbation Headcanon'

Charles hates masturbation, in my eyes. He feels dirty doing it, why on earth would he want to be touching himself when he knows it feels so much better when your hand or mouth is wrapped around him?

There are times...times when he needs to get off, whether for frustration or stress, and you're not there. In those times, he has a...secret folder on his phone. Photos and Videos of you that he's kept for oh-so-long. Some of them are simple, maybe you in a particular dress or outfit. Others are a little more private, taken in the heat of the moment.

Of course, if you are around, he's immediately calling you, desperate to hear your voice, see you touching yourself over a FaceTime call with him. You're always whispering how good you'll feel around him when you're finally reunited.

part of the vetteltea 500 celebration!

[vanfleeter]

Bound For Earth: Chapter 5

Characters: Jake Kiszka, Josh Kiszka, Sam Kiszka, Daniel Wagner, Marlie Warnings: 18+ || Language. Angst. Physical violence. Mentions of guns. Lies. Yelling. Anger. Resentment. Jealousy. Fluff. Brother banter. Family affairs. Jake receives a gift. Smut. Loss of virginity. Fingering. Oral sex (m & f receiving). Penetrative sex.

Bound For Earth Masterlist

I am not leaving this planet because of a bullet.

“You think, for one second, that I believed you?” Sam says from behind me. He laughs and slowly walks around me with a gun still pointed at me. “The two of you just happen to randomly show up here, claiming to somehow be my long lost brothers who were born on Mars? Ha! How stupid do you think I am?”

“Well, to be fair, we don’t know much about you.” Josh says from somewhere behind me. I hear a scuffle and him groaning.

“Did I give you permission to talk?” Sam says as he turns his head slightly to look at Josh. “Maybe you should have done more research..”

“Sam, please..” I plead. “Everything we’ve told so far is the truth.”

“Oh yeah?” He says as he snatches Danny’s phone from my hand. “Then who did you call?”

“A friend..”

“Oh..” He chuckles. “A friend.. Jakey boy has a friend.. Who the hell would want to be friends with a boy on Mars?” I watch him as he types in Danny’s passcode and taps a few times before lifting the phone to his ear. “Oh hello..” He sneers when she answers. “No, I’m sorry Jake is a little…busy.. Oh, you’re coming here? Wonderful.. Then I guess I’ll get to meet his friend too.” He hangs up and tosses the phone back to Danny before stepping up close to me. “Still lying to me, Jake. Your ‘friend’ is a girl. You’re so pathetic for thinking anyone would ever fall in love with an alien.”

I clench my jaw and tighten my fists into balls at my sides. “You touch her and I will-”

“What?” He smiles. “Kill me? I’d like to see you try.. You’re from Mars, and Mars is hell of a lot different from Earth. You’d be in for a rude awakening.” He starts to turn around and lowering the gun, but he doubles back and throws his fist into my abdomen. I doubled over in pain, falling to the floor on both my hands and knees.

“Call..Mom..” I cough out. “She’ll tell you..everything..”

“You think I’d believe anything that comes out of her mouth? She left me! She does every fucking year!” He scoffs. “And I just supposed to believe that she kept you two a secret my whole life?!”

“Then ask Dad..” I go to lift my head and he grabs a chunk of my hair in his fist and pulls me back. I fumble backwards, nearly falling over. “He’ll tell you the truth.. Mom called him..when we left on the cruiser.. She told us he was out of town and he took you with him.. But she lied.. He’s been here the whole time.. He never left.. So ask him..”

Sam drops me to the floor and I hear him lock the safety on the gun. “Tie ‘em up,” He says to Danny. “And when she gets here? Let her come to him. I’m going to have a little fun with her.”

Josh and I were tied back to back and left on the floor. This was not how I thought this was going to go. Our brother is a psycho.

“I’m sorry..” Josh says.

“Sorry for what?”

“Bringing us here.. I just wanted to see Dad..”

“I know you did..”

“And now look at us.. We’re tied up in his living room because our little brother is deranged.. Who does he think we are?”

“Not who we claim to be.. Apparently.. Texas is truly living up to its name..”

“This isn’t a fucking,” Josh struggles against the bindings and huffs. “Wild, wild west movie.. This is bullshit.”

The front door opens and I look over to see Marlie. When she turns towards us, her eyes grow wide and she quickly runs over. “What happened to you two?”

“Doesn’t matter,” I say. “You need to leave.”

“What? No!”

“Marlie, please listen to me.. You need to leave.. Sam is a fucking psycho.. He doesn’t believe we are who we say we are and he’s going to–”

“Well well well..” Sam steps into the room and crosses his arms over his chest. “You must be Jakey’s “friend”.”

“What are you doing?”

“Trying to find out the truth.”

“Sam-”

“Ah!” He narrows his eyes at Marlie. “How do you know my name?”

“Jake’s told me about you. He told me that you’re his brother, a brother they never knew about until recently..” She slowly stands back to her feet. “Sam, they are who they say they are. Your parents kept you all a secret from each other for whatever fucked up reason, but you have to believe them. They came to see your father and Jake only wants to experience Earth like a normal person.”

“And how can I believe you?”

Marlie reaches inside the back of her jacket and withdraws a gun. What the hell? She points it at Sam. Sam immediately raises his hands.

“Woah.. I wasn’t going to kill them.”

“Then I suggest you untie them..” She says. “And we can figure this out like adults..”

When Sam unties us and we get to our feet, Josh pulls me off to the side. “Who the hell did you meet?” I shrug my shoulders. Over the course of a year, I never really talked in depth with her about her life outside of the basics. I didn’t know what she did for a living but judging by the gun, it has to be dangerous. Regardless.. Seeing her with a gun definitely made me feel some type of way.

“Were guns really necessary?” Josh asks as he rubs his wrists.

“We are in Texas,” Sam says. “Always have to be prepared.”

“For what? We literally just came here from a different planet. We don’t have weapons!” Josh exclaims. “We barely even know how to fucking walk because this gravity is so damn heavy! And you think we’re just going to come charging in here like we’re some secret agent? Do y’all even do that anymore?”

“Well what else was I supposed to do?”

“Gee, I don’t know,” Josh says, slapping his hands against his thighs. “Don't tie us up! And certainly not threaten us with a gun! I didn’t know we were supposed to act like outlaws or else we would have come better equipped.”

“Believe it or not, they are your brothers.” Marlie says. “Your parents definitely have a lot of explaining to do.”

“But before we get to that, can we please get something to eat?” Josh asks. “I’m starving and I really want to try waffles.”

Marlie giggles and pats his shoulder. “I know the perfect place to get your waffles. Care to join us, Sam?”

“Oh uh.. Sure, I guess.”

As we head out of the house, my body slightly aching still, I stop Marlie at the bottom of the front porch. “Why do you have a gun?”

“Daddy always told me that you always have to have your saving grace with you, just in case.”

“You’re not a secret agent or something dangerous, are you?”

Marlie smiles and shakes her head. “Nope.. Just a regular old lawyer.” She says. “Why? Were you hoping I’d be a spy or something?”

“No.. But seeing you with that gun definitely made me feel something.”

“Oh yeah?” She draws me in close and presses her lips to mine.

Holy shit.. Her lips feel so soft. I never wanted to part. Instinctively, I grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to me. She is so completely real and she feels so warm against my body. I start to move my hand up underneath her shirt, feeling her soft skin when the car horn blares making us pull apart.

“Hey! Not in the driveway! Quit being nasty!” Josh shouts from the backseat window. “Y’all can do that later! I want my waffles!”

“Is he always like that?” She asks.

“Uptight and demanding? Oh yeah..” I chuckle. Giving her a quick peck on her lips, we head down to the car.

–

“Again I’m really sorry,” Danny says to Josh. “We’ve kind of learned from a young age on using violence when we need to.”

“Well we were not,” Josh says. “Frankly our mom kept us from anything that would incite violence.. Although sometimes we do get into quite the scuffle,” He says as he smirks at me. “Jake, how many times have I pinned you?”

“I’ve lost count..”

Josh chuckles and stabs his fork into another piece of his waffle and takes a bite. “Fuck these are so good..” He mumbles through his mouthful.

“So you really don’t have this kind of food up there?” Sam asks. “Is it the freeze dried crap?”

I shake my head and take another drink of the orange juice that Josh was so adamant about trying and then realizing just how much he hates it. So now I’m stuck with it. “We mainly eat vegetables..”

“And it’s good to eat something that isn’t green..or orange..” Josh says as he continues shoveling waffles into his mouth.

“They figured out how to grow vegetables, so that’s mostly our food sources. Sometimes we’ll get lucky and they’ll bring up bacon but aside from that, we don’t have any of this up there. Milk is a rarity. Seems you can only get in on the cruiser and down here.”

“That milk was gross too,” Josh grimaces.

“Which kind was it?” Danny asks.

“I think the label said “Skim” or something,” He shrugs his shoulders.

“Skim milk is disgusting.” Danny chuckles. “They make you drink it?”

“Well we aren’t forced to but I mean, there isn’t much else to drink besides water and even that gets tiring after a while.” I say.

Sam’s phone beeps on the table and he picks it up. “It’s dad.. Says he’ll be home soon. We should head back.”

“He doesn’t own a gun too, does he?” Josh asks.

“Yeah..” Sam says.

“Oh wonderful..” Josh rolls his eyes. “Maybe I should get one.”

“No!” Sam and I both exclaim.

Josh scoffs and rolls his eyes, “Well fine.. I need a box, I want to take the rest of this with me.”

“You’re still hungry?” Danny chuckles.

“Like we said.. We grew up on nothing but vegetables.” Josh says. “This is a fucking dream come true.”

I can help but laugh from my corner of the table. Marlie offers to pay and soon the five of us are headed back to the house. Time to face the music.

Quite literally.

Music is blasting from the surround sound system that’s hooked up around the house. According to Sam it was all installed when he was still in high school. It made for great house parties.

“Dad?” Sam calls out over the music. “Dad!”

“Kitchen!” He calls back. “I thought I’d cook up some steaks for dinner tonight! And then for dessert we could have that cherry pie that Darlene baked yesterday!”

Sam walks over to the stereo system along the wall in the sitting room and rotates the dial and the music softens. “Dad, that all sounds great, but do we have enough for six people?”

“Six?” He turns away from slathering stuff on a bunch of meat cuts. “Oh my god..” He says when his eyes land on Josh and I. “You’re.. You’re here.. I thought your mom was bullshitting me..” He quickly washes his hands off and rushes over to us and pulls us both into a hug. “Gosh it feels so good to finally hug you both.”

“Dad, loosen up a bit,” Sam says. “You’re crushing them.”

“They ain’t used to this.” Danny chuckles.

“Oh you’re one to speak,” Dad says when he pulls away. “By the way,” He stretches out his hand to Sam. “Hand it over..” Sam sighs and pulls the gun out from the back of his pants and lays it in Dad’s hands. “Were you trying to be intimidating?”

“Yes.. And it worked.”

“That is until Marlie came in,” Danny says. “Thought Sam was going to piss himself, he wasn’t expecting it.”

“Shut up asshole.” Sam says as he shoves Danny.

“Who’s Marlie?” Dad asks.

Marlie raises her hand and I wrap my arm around her. “Dad, meet Marlie. My girlfriend.”

“Woah, slow down. Girlfriend? Your mom never mentioned a girlfriend.”

“Well, she doesn’t know either.” I say.

“And how long..”

“We met in an online class,” Marlie says. “We were paired to write a report on how soundwaves work. Only took six months to finally know he really was,” She giggles.

“Six months?” Sam questions. “What?”

“There isn’t exactly an instruction manual on how to tell someone you were born on a different planet.” I say. “It’s not like I live in Ohio.”

“I sure hope you don’t,” Danny says with a chuckle.

“Do you have a special someone I should know about, Josh?” Dad asks.

“Nope,” He says. “Just these waffles.”

“I bet your mother isn’t happy about the two of you being down here,” Dad says as he goes back to rubbing stuff onto the raw meat. That sounded wrong..

“She’s so pissed,” Josh chuckles. “She ordered Headquarters to keep us locked up there until the next transport back to Mars.”

“I see that didn’t really work out,” Dad chuckles.

“Apparently Josh decided to be the sneaky one,” Jake says. “He still has yet to explain how he figured it all out.”

“Air ducts,” Josh mumbles around more waffles. “I crawled through them until I found the right passage and then I learned the patterns of the guards and knew when they'd switch and how long it takes before the new ones show up.”

“Now they’re probably on a manhunt looking for you,” Dad says.

“Probably,” I shrug my shoulders.

“Well.. Let’s get these steaks grilling and then get y’all on the move,” Dad says. “If you’re going to experience Earth, you need to have a little fun.”

All during dinner, we played a game of catch up with Dad and Sam. Learning all these things we never knew before, like Sam crashing his car in high school. Hmm, it seems that he and Josh have something in common. Sam also has a girlfriend who is currently on a trip to Mexico. Dad still works for Explore Tech, but now that the truth is out, he can now make the trip to Mars to visit when he’s able to. Sam was not holding back about wanting to come up to Mars.

“I have to see it for myself,” He says.

There was a lot going on and we hadn’t realized how late it was until I noticed Josh slowly dozing off on the couch.

“We’d better get going,” Marlie says as she stands up from the couch.

“Where y’all staying?” Dad asks.

“Oh uh..” I ponder even telling him. What if he rats us out?

“I promise I won’t say a word if they come poking around here,” He says.

“I got us a rental down at the beach,” Marlie says. “Jake’s always wanted to check it out so I thought it would be relaxing for a couple of days.”

Within a few hours, the three of us made it to the coast. The sun was beginning to set and it looked absolutely stunning along the horizon. Josh made off to bed and he was completely knocked out within a few minutes. Marlie and I stayed up a little while longer.

“Jake?” Marlie softly speaks as she runs her fingers through my hair. I turn my head away from the water and look back at her. “Say you do go back to Mars… What happens to us?”

“Nothing..” I say. “If all goes well down here, then I know I can come back to see you. Nothing will change for us. I won’t give you up that easily.”

“It’s just.. We’re finally here��together.. I don’t want you to go back.”

“I don’t want to go back either.” I say. I twist my body around to face her and I pull her in for a kiss. “I finally have you, I don’t ever want this to end.”

Standing up from the sand, I pull her to her feet and we head back inside the beach house. We’re slowly undressing each other in the other bedroom, far enough away from Josh. I didn’t ever think this day would ever come, but here I am, standing before her in nothing but my bare skin. We’re just staring at each other, still not quite believing that any of this is real.

But it is.

We know it is.

Pressing our bodies together, I draw her in for a kiss and lay my hand on her bare hip. As our lips begin to move in sync with each other, I carefully lift her up on the bed. We only break apart momentarily as we move up the bed.

Everything about this moment felt so surreal. The french doors that lead out to the balcony are open, allowing the cool ocean breeze to flow in. And the sounds of the waves are nothing but relaxing.

Crawling up the bed, I nestle myself in between her legs as I reconnect our lips. My hands are blindly feeling over her body until I’m coming between her legs. She moans when I press my thumb against her clit.

What? You think just because I live on another planet, I don’t know about a woman’s anatomy? Please… Certain things are still attainable on a different planet.

Toying with her for just a little bit longer, I dip my fingers inside of her. The feeling was like nothing I’d ever felt before. Her little whimpers have me craving her even more. I set a steady pace of pumping my fingers in and out of her. My name flows from her mouth as if it always belonged there and clung to me tightly as I brought her to her orgasm. I continued to pump my fingers, and slightly dragged them down her slick walls.

So that’s what that means..

Suddenly she’s moaning quite loudly as her body stiffens beneath me.

“Oh fuck..” She breathes. Her fingers dig into my back as her own arches slightly makiher chest press against mine. My hand is soon covered in her release. My first instinct is to move down there so I do. I crawl backwards and plunge myself between her legs to take in everything she has to offer.

I lick between her folds, savoring every bit of her. Once I have all of her release licked up, I kiss my way up her body, worshiping every single inch of her. When I get back up to her level, she’s pushing on my shoulders and turning me onto my back. She returns the favor and starts kissing me before leaving a trail down my neck and to my collarbone. This feeling she’s making me feel is unlike anything I’ve felt before and I never want it to end.

She moves down my body, kissing every part of me until she reaches my shaft. I feel her lips brush against my length and my body jolts. Looking down, I watch her as she licks her tongue up my length and over the tip.

“Fuck..” I moan when she wraps her mouth around the tip and gently sucks on it. This feels so much better than my hand. My eyes roll as she sinks further down my length until I nudge the back of her throat. She repeats the process of lifting upwards and then taking all of me in again. I can’t help but to dig my hands into her hair. “Marlie, I..” Her hands come up to my hips and she gently squeezes them. She knows what she’s doing and my god I hope she never stops. This feeling is so much more intense than I could bring myself to feel on my own.

She doesn’t stop until I’m practically submitting myself completely to her. The warm feeling in my gut intensifies, tightening the coil until I can’t hold back any longer. Once her throat hollows out and she’s taking me deeper, I finally fall over the edge and hit my own climax. My release spills into her and she’s taking all of what I have to give.

I’ve never felt a feeling this intense before. I didn't even know I was capable of performing the way that I did. I was a whimpering mess by the time she was done with me.

She moves back towards me and kisses me. I moan when I taste my release on her lips. I dig my fingers into her hips, pushing her down against my body.

I’m still craving her. My body still needs this. I thrust my hips upwards, grinding my lower half against her. Rolling us back over, I adjust myself between her legs again. I didn’t waste any time before plunging deep inside of her. She cries out my name and digs her fingernails into my back.

I start out slow, allowing her to adjust to me. She claims I’m slightly bigger than what she’s used to. So obviously I’m not her first but I don’t care. That doesn’t bother me because I’m the one she’s with and that’s all that matters.

I gently rise a little, bringing her hips with me and I thrust my hips forward slightly faster. She’s clawing at my skin, no doubt leaving marks all over me. Eventually I’m picking up the pace a little bit more.

Part of me still thinks that this is all just a dream but I know it’s all real as I hold her body in my hands.

She moans a little more and I feel her clenching around me. That feeling is coming back but I know I have to fight it. I need to hold it off for just a bit longer. She clenches around me before she cries out my name again and coats me completely with her release. The coil snaps within me and I can feel all of what I have filling her full.

This feeling is so much stronger than when she sucked me dry. This is so much more intense. My head feels so light and my body just the same, as if I’m back on Mars. I feel like I just fell into the ether. I feel nothing but pure bliss. But that feeling soon fades away leaving my ears ringing and my chest rapidly rising as I try to catch my breath.

My head is resting against her chest and I hear her heart racing inside of her chest.

“That was your first time?” She asked once we both had settled down.

I was laying on my back with my eyes fixated on the blank, white ceiling. “Yeah..” I respond as I turn my head so I can look at her. “Why?”

“Just didn't seem like it at all,” She says with a twinge of a smile.

“Was I okay?”

She smiles and rolls over onto her side. “You did perfect,” She kisses my cheek and nuzzles her nose against the side of my face. “I have a surprise for you.”

“What is it?” I ask.

“You’ll have to find out.” She says as she pulls away and climbs out of the bed. She slips on her clothes and starts heading for the door. “Come on.”

I pull my own clothes back on and quickly follow after her. She leads me back downstairs and out the front door to her car. Going over to the trunk, she unlocks it and lifts the door. Resting inside was a guitar case. She unlocks that too and lifts the lid revealing the most beautiful acoustic.

“I know you said you wanted to learn to play one so I bought you one. I’m not entirely sure if you’ll be able to take it back with you but.. You can learn how to play while you’re here.”

“You really bought this for me?”

She nods her head and lifts it out of the case. “I even had it engraved.” She turned it over and there on the back was a tiny rocket with a star just above it. “That’s us.”

“I love it.” I say as I lean down to kiss her. “Thank you.”

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Apologies in advanced with this taglist, I have recently been having problems with it!

@watchingover-hypegirl @losfacedevil @ignite-my-fire @ohgodthefeeling-gvf @writingcold (more tags in comments)

[nalyra-dreaming]

There's the part in the transcript we also got to see in episode 4, where the Steins were put in the box and Armand was suspicious that Louis might've put them there ("Are you sure about that?").

Why would Louis do that in Armand's perspective? To get Daniel to view Armand more in the bad side? Did Armand consent to the interview that made him look like a bad person ("Why do I own you my shame") in front of Daniel and maybe everyone else just because he couldn't see Daniel die even if he hated him (And so the "surprise" was the turning)?

And the "No more will you ever flirt around on your years"? Infidelity? The "Oh come to Dubai, Louis sais but not me" makes me think they were talking of Daniel since he was the one invited.

(Disclaimer, as the OP also says, IF the transcript is correct. I mean, it does sound pretty correct, still, that should be kept in mind^^)

Okay, so I touched on this in another ask just now, but I think Louis... lived out a lot of his "Dreamstat" scenes "in reality". Like, we see him talk to thin air and hold the door open in Paris. Daniel asks if "Louis is schizophrenic".

No, he's not, not really. He's just escaping the golden cage he was put in by conjuring an idealized version of Lestat, imho.

And I think that is why Armand asks if Louis put them there, because Louis probably does things acting out "scenes" with Dreamstat. And that is also why he probably accuses him of "being Lestat" there. That is why Louis taunts him there, and actually challenges him.

I don't think the pictures themselves have anything to do with Daniel. Or if they do then "only" to drive a wedge between Armand and Louis, to enable Daniel to get at the truth more easily. IF Rashid put them there.

As per Daniel... I think there is a lot unsaid about the past of DM there. Because while the story certainly has shameful elements for Armand... it is nothing compared to the truth. And Armand is still doing his bestest there to not let Daniel know that.

"Infidelity" really isn't a thing for these vampires. I know, I know, the "cheating". But really. Also, case in point, San Francisco. For example.

IF they put a focus onto anything then actual emotions.

And there lies the crux of the matter, why would keeping Armand from "flirting" with Daniel, or seeming wrong or bad in Daniel's eyes... matter? (If that is the correct transcription there. I must say it doesn't quite click for me. But assuming for now.)

Unless... 😈

And, I mean - it's Daniel.

[frayazicat]

what if Triplets Dan, Danny, and Ellie?

like, people like to make at least Dan and Danny twins, but why not all three?? i never see that happen.

here's what i'm thinking. Reveal Gone Good, but Danny now has to tell his parents about the OTHER TWO biggest secrets he's kept from them; Dan and Ellie. he's a little hesitant cause this is not Phantom Planet compliant so they don't know about Vlad.

Dan's still in his thermos timeout thinking about what he's done and Ellie is...somewhere.

so, he tells them about his clone and his future self. this includes what Vlad has done to him. does it include who did this? maybe, i don't know. dealer's choice. anyways, the Fenton parents want to meet their new kids.

Team Phantom gets in touch with Ellie to get to FentonWorks as soon as possible while Danny introduces them to Dan.

it..might not go as planned, might end up fine, that's also dealer's choice. but! in the end, they somehow redeem Dan. Ellie arrives and the duo are welcomed into the family!

but, there are two problems now.

1) how do they explain away their new children?

and 2) Dan is full ghost (and adult-sized, i'm not sure the parents are old enough for a kid his age) and Ellie is an unstable clone - both half Vlad, and really not wanting to be half Vlad.

their solution to the second problem? make new bodies for them! they made two fully stable Halfa clone bodies from Danny, had Ellie and Dan fuse their cores inside these clones near the end of making them, and waited for them to pop out of the tubes at the same age as Danny! this might take some help from Clockwork and Danny to pull off without more melting clones..

anyways! now, they have three Halfa children. all they have to do at this point is find a way to explain the sudden appearance of TWO MORE KIDS!

their solution for THAT problem? hack into the database and change the medical files so it showed that THREE kids were birthed instead of one; Danail Jack, Daniel Jackson, and Dannielle Jacklyn Fenton. Dan, Danny, and Ellie.

but the parents take it SO MUCH FURTHER. they bribe the local schools and hospitals, they make fake receipts of things bought for them and fake records of government child support, and they even photoshop younger versions of Ellie and Dan into the family photos to make it legit. heck, they might have even gone back in time via Clockwork to add the birth certificates! they're THAT committed!

so, we got a new family of six gaslighting, gatekeeping, and girlbossing their way into legitimacy.

"What do you mean we only had two kids this entire time? Look at these records! Look at how similar they are to their triplet brother! The evidence says otherwise!"

"Listen, if you just play along and say nothing contrary to anybody who asks, we'll stop ghost hunting or driving for one month every time you do so. Sound good? We'll even put in some money to sweeten the deal."

"If we never had these children before, then why do we have memories of Dan viciously beating up Danny and Ellie's bullies at school?"

that sort of thing.

they're COMMITTED. it's INSANE. the town is going CRAZY.

where did these kids come from?? did we seriously forget about two teen kids for sixteen years??

(things go off the rails when Sam and Tucker get in on the action.)

now, i'm putting this under DCxDP, cause of just ONE little detail. Ellie's obsession involves moving, right?

well, what if the Fenton family becomes a wandering family of crime-fighters/mad scientists with an interest in the occult?

what if they get on the JL's radar because of one too many supernatural cases being solved by the Fentons in the JL's local cities?

they're at Gotham? suddenly, it feels as if the air is lighter and that it's not as drenched in evil and insanity as before. what did they do? fought the curses in the local Lazurus Pit like someone wrestling a pig in their mudpen.

they're in Metropolis? Lex woke up one day to find his entire stash of Kryptonite was missing with no trace. what did they do? the triplets broke in after sensing the gems and ate them like candy, their natural ghostliness shorting out the security feed as they do so.

they're in D.C.? all of the ghost relics in the local museums have been stolen with only a note saying, "Sorry for the disturbance! These were too dangerous for the living, so we put them somewhere safe! Don't worry! :)" left behind. what did they do? they took them and chucked them into the ghost portal where some allies on that side put them in safe places.

and that's all i got.

TL,DR; Fenton family goes full mad scientist in order to welcome Dan and Ellie into the family before packing up and wandering the states, effectively gaining the JL's attention with their suspicious and crazy appearances.

(i hope i didn't accidentally steal this idea from another. if i did, i'm sorry. feel free to smack me or something if that's the case.)

[leclerced]

him fucking readers thighs 🤭🤭 like maybe they are at a pool party with the grid and she is just in such a skimpy little bikini (he doesn’t care because he can fight) and she is leaned up against the edge of the pool resting her head against the concrete lip and he comes up behind her and she nuzzles into his touch and i mean taking his dick out and getting a few strokes between her WET thighs won’t hurt right? i mean it’s under the water nobody’s gonna see… but it just feel so good… and he can’t stop and next thing he knows lando is walking away from his and readers conversation because daniel is behind her holding his breath and trying to be quiet but he is so bad at it that everyone knows what that man is doing…

sorry i took so long to answer this i kept trying to but i couldn’t think straight. sorry for mistakes still not at 100% but maybe like 50% ​i love danny being jealous bc readers wearing a skimpy lil bikini and giving all her attention to lando??

i feel like daniel's a little shit who really likes public sex. he doesn't do it at large events often because the risk of getting caught is high and the consequences could be career damaging, but at small gatherings he's all too happy to pull reader into someone's guest room or bathroom and have at her. i think if he’s been w his girlfriend long enough everyone will have walked in on them at least once, so when they host a pool party with only their closest friends, it's truly just a matter of time before someone finds them fucking.

they've made it halfway through the afternoon without any incidents, even when she laid on her stomach and untied her top so she could tan without getting tan lines, and she could feel everyone watching, waiting for daniel to do something. he came over a moment later, squatted down next to her and began rubbing tanning oil into her skin. it was all he did, she kept waiting for him to retie her top and pull her inside or dip his fingers between her thighs, but he just rubbed oil into her back, kissed her shoulder and jumped back into the pool.

twenty minutes later, lando has joined her in the lounger next to hers and they'd been chatting about what races she would be going to next season. they had been fast friends when daniel drove for mclaren, and was one of the ones who walked in on them most frequently. she saw daniel watching and asked lando to retie her bikini top before she slipped into the water herself. she resumes her conversation from the edge of the pool, placing her arms on the stone lip of the pool and resting her chin on her arms.

lando’s gaze shifts behind her and a moment later she feels daniel’s hands on her hips before his entire body is pressed to hers. she automatically presses back against him as she mumbles hello then goes back to telling lando how excited she is to go back to vegas. she doesn’t even react when she feels daniel’s hand move, and assumes it’s going between her thighs. she’s disappointed when she feels his cock press between her thighs and he doesn’t push her bottoms to the side but she doesn’t say anything.

it’s like daniel forgets they have a crowd as soon as his dick is pressed between her thighs, it doesn’t help that she keeps rubbing them together either, because after only a minute he lets a moan slip out. he tried to muffle it against her skin but lando took one good look at daniel’s face after hearing the sound and knew they were up to something again. he just cuts off his sentence with a shake of his head and a laugh and stands up, walking over to charles and max, who were watching from the picnic table across the pool. reader’s slapping daniel’s arm and telling him to get a grip. he mumbles that they can leave or get over it, like usual.

[kenniel-fanfic-readerinsert]

Forget the Past, Enjoy the Present (Jack Salter x Reader)

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lame *ss title.

Disclaimers:

1. I should be sleeping

2. It's been like... 6 years? since the last time I wrote a fanfic

3. I am sorry for the cringey writing, I needed to get this out of my system

4. I only saw the movie 1 time, I hope I can go again before they remove the movie in the cinema

5. annddddd I don't own brands, names and etc. Only the cringe plot

5.5. I don't know much of how motorsports work, maybe when I have more free time I will write something really good, in the meanwhile, I ' m r e a l l y s o r r y

6. Jesus, David Harbour, I love you

Part 2 or a remake of this, yess

There is like a 10 year age gap, I believe Jack was in his 30s when the accident happened, so Reader is in their 20s making their way on racing things.

Italics for past time and details about yourself

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15 years ago…

“This is devastating” a car race has gone wrong before, but this wrong? “Jack Salter seems to have lost track of his path along with another racer. Everyone at the expectation of what is going to happen next.

“Is he all right?” Jack asked while the paramedics were taking him into the ambulance “He seems to be stable, we need to hurry”, assured his trainer.

“You’ll be okay, Jack, don’t fall sleep” he heard a familiar voice before getting unconscious.

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Present Time

Jack got a call from that stupid gremlin Danny Moore while he was working. Gamer racers? People who probably never drove a real car before on these powerful vehicles? Crazy idea, but here he was.

“Oh, but our special team is not complete yet” Danny was showing him the GT Academy, but once they reached the racetrack for the academy he stopped at the pits. Jack just sighs. “Now what?”

“I want our racers to have a different kind of life experience besides yours” Moore gave him a little smile.

“Stop talking around the bush, who is it”

“Well, you know them”

Jack just closed his eyes.

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A demi sport sedan of (your design) was nearing them on the pits. The driver’s door opened reveling a (your hair color) person. They got closer to them. The marketing expert clapped his hands and opened his arms to embrace Y/N in a hug.

“Can’t believe you still are so energetic, Daniel” Y/N greeted him. He smiled but also sensed the tension between the other two. He pulls apart from Y/N and gestured to Jack “I’m pretty sure you remember this big guy”, Moore gave Jack a gentle pat in his belly, making the taller man grunt.

“Of course, hard to forget a man with his nose. Hello, Jack”

“Hello, Y/N” they gave each other a quick look and turn their eyes to any other place possible.

Danny clapped his hands again “Well, let’s get to it!” He gave both Jack and Y/N a pat on their backs before leaving to greet the players.

Once they saw the gaming racers arrive and Jack gave them a depressing speech, Danny introduced Y/N to relieve the pressure of the competitors. “Hello, I’m Y/N, I love racing so much that I’m an Industrial Designer to understand better everything about cars. I’m a racer but since I was young, I participated in street racing. That’s why Daniel here wanted me in the team, to teach you about how savage real racers will be with you.” They gave them a wink before getting in their place behind Danny.

“All right, get comfy guys, but not so much because you start your training tomorrow” the marketer for Nissan dismissed everyone.

Jack was left confused, so they got a degree to understand more about cars?

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A couple months before the accident

“Hey, you know it wasn’t your fault, right?” they said, Y/N’s fingers touching only with the tip of the fingers in his shoulder.

“Yes it was, I should’ve more careful!” he got angry, everyone kept saying that it wasn’t his fault, that maybe could have happened with another person. He push Y/N’s hand away, but they got used to that reactions.

“Besides, what do you know about safety? The only track you know is the street, you have never been in a real race” He added fueled by the anger remembering the crash and the loss of a life.

“Is as dangerous if not more, but whatever, I tried everything to cheer you up, but it seems that you never bear my presence. I’m sorry, I hope you find peace someday.”

Y/N met Jack when they started to become more interested in racing in a professional way, not that they doesn’t enjoy street racing, but earning cups and medals looked really nice.

Jack doesn’t say anything nor gives them a glance. They picked their things up and left him alone in silence.

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The team of Danny Moore, Jack Salter and Y/N worked just fine, even if the racers ended up with mixed instructions from the older racers. Moore found it problematic, he needed Jack to be synergic with Y/N so the racers could get better and better.

“Jack, my brother”

“We are not brothers”

“Oh, c’mon, we been working for days now.”

“Whaddaya need” Jack didn’t enjoy when people interrupted his Walkman’s sessions.

“Welp, always straight to the point. The three of us, we are making a great team, but no perfect.”

If Jack got a cent for every time he sighs for something that came out of Danny’s mouth, he will have tons of money. “Now what, just tell me and I will work on it”

“Nice of you to say that. Apologize to Them”.

Jack lifted his eyebrows surprised. “You think that’s the issue? We are fine, we talk the necessary.”

“Yeah, like divorced parents. That’s the problem”

“…”

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“I liked the turn you made on that weird curb, but next time…” Y/N really takes pleasure in giving feedback to the young drivers. Jack approached and cleared his throat; the other instructor paused at the interruption and turned their head.

“Yes…?” Y/N raised a brow, clearly confused because Jack never shared a word with them aside from things related with the competitors or Danny (Danny himself is a topic).

“Can we… uh, talk, like the two of us” he tried to say as quiet as possible so the others couldn’t hear.

“Sure, let me finish with them” Y/N gave some last instructions to the gamers and then followed him far from the pits.

“Well, I don’t know how to start”

“Why are we here, then” Y/N crossed their arms.

“Fine, fine. Look, I’m sorry” he ran his hand over his face trying to find the courage. “I… what happened 15 years ago wasn’t my fault, you were by my side even if I never liked it. I was young and stupid to push you like that. I’m sorry” he ended and looked at the (your eye color). "I also took you for granted as a driver, hell you drive better than most of those assholes out there"

They cast their face down for a moment and then up to his eyes. “It’s fine, I appreciate your apology. Everything is in the past now” Y/N offered a small smile to him. He nodded his head. "And thanks for the compliment, it means a lot coming from you."

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After that they manage to find a better rhythm of teaching the competitors. A couple of weeks have passed, Y/N and Jack became friends (the first time they met doesn’t count to Y/N since it was one-sided). Sharing meals together without Danny.

Danny Moore got an eye for perfect opportunities, and again he found one. He noticed the long glances Jack gave to Y/N, and how he worries when Y/N got in a car to give the gamers extra lessons.

“Jack, my brother” He said to Jack once they were in the press room alone.

“Jesus Christ, now what?”

[tooxmanyxships]

Can you write a "5 times they kissed drunk + 1 time they kissed sober" fic about brocedes, please?

Back to my roots ✨

Brocedes (and Maxiel ❤️) are the first pairing I ever wrote for in the F1 fandom

1.

It's not really a kiss.

Not when their lips don't even really touch each other.

It's more like a headbutt gone a bit different as they're play wrestling on the bed, trying to get the remote.

They just had their first beers and are on the brink of being completely sloshed. Not used to alcohol at all.

But it's Nico's lips that unintentionally brush against the corner of Lewis' mouth.

For a minute it's tense and awkward, but then Lewis just pounces on the blond again and it gets forgotten just as fast as it happened.

2.

This time it's Lewis, now a little more used to the use of alcohol but still very foolish, who 'makes the mistake' of getting his face a little too close to Nico's.

It's Nico who took them out to the club though.

It's Nico who dragged him onto the dancefloor and forced him to 'show off his moves'.

They're laughing and dancing together carelessly, until another guy on the dancefloor stumbles into Lewis, who nearly loses his balance if it wasn't for Nico grabbing him.

He isn't even aware that he faceplanted into Nico's shoulder until he has to lift his head up.

He keeps his face close as he whispers a thank you into Nico's ear, but doesn't make a move to pull back just yet.

It's just a brush of lips against an earlobe, can hardly be classified as a kiss, yet it very much is.

He pulls back and acts like nothing happened.

They just dance the night away.

3.

It's a stupid truth or dare.

They're both competitive, so neither of them were gonna back down from this.

But of course Daniel was the one giving out the dare and Nico was on the receiving end of it.

At least he covered up the dare quite nicely.

"I dare you to kiss your biggest rival."

The sniggering around them betrayed what he tried to kept hidden.

Who was he kidding? Everyone knew Lewis was his biggest rival.

But no one knew about the feelings underneath.

So what if they stare at each other for just a little too long before Nico finally moves forward.

The kiss is very chaste and has no fireworks going off or anything. Maybe it's the alcohol that keeps it from happening. Or just the chasteness of the kiss.

He doesn't know if he imagined it, but Lewis seemed to be chasing his lips when he pulled back.

That was definitely the alcohol talking.

Daniel and some of the other drivers who were there at the party started complaining that the kiss was too short, but there was no way he was doing that again.

He distracted them by yelling it was his turn to give someone a truth or dare.

Oh they were all gonna feel his wrath.

4.

It's some celebratory party with the whole Mercedes gang. Celebrating the 'who cares how many' wins from Lewis.

Niki forced Nico to come, otherwise he wouldn't even be there.

Their competitiveness is chipping away at their friendship.

It's chipping away at Nico's heart.

But Niki can be quite convincing, and a stubborn little fucker, so here he is. At the party.

He doesn't even greet anyone before he's at the bar and has a drink in his hand.

He keeps on drinking, telling himself it's a way to keep himself busy and not constantly look for Lewis in the crowd.

Turns out he doesn't even have to look. Because he suddenly feels a tug on his arm and he doesn't even have to turn his head to know who it is.

"Nico!" The other man slurs and Nico can tell he's as far gone as he is. "Come dance with me, man!"

"No, thanks."

His words seem to be ignored because all he hears is a scoff and then he's pulled from the barstool and dragged onto the dancefloor.

Lewis' hands are on his hips, moving them to the beat of the music.

Nico rolls his eyes, slaps Lewis' hands away and starts moving himself.

Lewis watches, licking his lips, before starting to move along to the music as well.

They always worked well went they out together. Their fights on track completely forgotten, at least for a little while.

The slight problem with that was that suddenly all senses of self control were abandoned too and the preverbial 'line to cross' got crossed as they practically started grinding against each other in the middle of the dancefloor.

God. Every time.

But this time a bigger line gets crossed when Nico suddenly feels lips against his own and all he can think is 'push him away' but his arms and hands fail to do so.

And again, it's over before it began, because Lewis pulls away before Nico can completely comprehend what happened.

He even moves away from him too and Nico doesn't know how to feel when he sees Lewis already dancing close with someone else.

Acting like nothing happened.

Maybe it was for the best.

5.

"Why did you leave?"

The words are slurred and Nico watches how Lewis has to hold himself up against the wall.

"I had to. I couldn't do it anymore, Lewis."

"Do what? Be my teammate?"

"Everything!" he wasn't nearly as drunk as Lewis. "This whole year broke me!"

Lewis blinks, "Will you miss me?"

Why were they doing this in the hallway of a hotel?

"Of course I'll miss you."

Shuffling. Lewis moving closer. Their bodies almost touching.

"Let me show you what you'll be missing."

Before Nico can even come up with some kind of response, he's silenced by lips pressing against his.

There's even tongue involved this time and Nico can taste the alcohol on Lewis' tongue.

There's a pathetic sound coming from one of them, both of them will say it was the other man who released the sound, and then the kiss is over.

The spell is over.

Lewis already stumbling through the hallway to get to his own room before Nico has even opened his eyes.

They really, really needed to stop getting drunk around each other.

+1

"I didn't think I'd ever see you here again."

Nico looks up, pushing the last few papers in his bag.

"I wasn't really sure about doing this at first either."

"What made you come back?"

You.

"I obviously like the sport and I like talking about it."

"You've always liked talking. Only not to me. Not anymore."

The blond sighs, "I could say the same thing."

"You left."

"I had to."

"I wish you'd stayed."

..........

"What?!"

"I wish you'd stayed, Nico." Lewis steps into the media room where Nico had been the last one left when Lewis leaned inside the doorway.

"Why?"

How could he say that? Why now?!

"Because I can never get another teammate who's able to push me like you do."

"George is pretty competitive with you."

"It's not the same."

"Lew---"

When did Lewis get so close?

"He will never make me want to do these two contradicting things at the same time."

Nico frowns in confusion. He's really lost here.

"Which two things?"

"Pull my hair out is one. And this----"

Lewis reached out to cup Nico's cheek. Nico was too shocked to move away. Or maybe he just didn't want to.

There was no alcohol involved. It was sober lips on sober lips.

A sigh left Nico's lips as Lewis pulled back.

When he opened his eyes, he was met with a smile.

"That was two."

[lucid-romances]

The Family Ranch

Spencer Reid x Fem Reader

The reader takes Spencer home to meet her family.

Word Count: 1k

Genre: Fluff

A/N: Remember when he told JJ he wanted to be a cowboy? I remember.

Spencer drives slowly, his hands gliding over the steering wheel of his Volvo Amazon, which had seen better days.  He rolls down the windows, and his unmanaged curls get caught in the summer breeze. They become a crown framing his face, kept from his eyes solely by the pair of sunglasses that shielded them.  The road had long since turned from smooth pavement to trails of gravel inlined with dirt.  (Y/N)'s childhood home hides behind valleys and hills, a small ranch tucked away from the rest of the world. 

They can see the pasture of cows before they see the house, and (Y/N) sits at attention, crooning at the many calves shepherded by their mothers and kept in line by a Great Pyrenees.  The dog turns to watch the car tumble down the road but doesn't dare to leave his post. 

The sun is high in the sky, it's a hot day for Virginia,  and (Y/N)'s already rolling up the cuffs of her jeans to prepare for time in the mud. Spencer watches her from the corner of his eye, pleasantly surprised to see her shuck off the professionalism she had to wear at the BAU. 

They pass by a mailbox, its white metal covered in years' worth of colorful handprints.  "Excited to be home?" He asks, not for the first time, in a tone sweeter than honey. 

The Volvo lurches to a stop, and the screen door of her parent's house opens before she can respond. The words are unnecessary because she's out of the car before he can count to three and scooping up an eight-year-old boy in her arms.  Spencer recognized him from pictures, with his freckled skin and outcrop of curly hair.  His flannel was two sizes too big for him, a lizard sat in the pocket of his overalls, and as (Y/N) would say, he was undeniably Daniel. 

"You've gotten so big!" (Y/N) says as Spencer retrieves their bags from the trunk.  He had his reservations about staying the night with her family.  Mostly, he worried they wouldn't like him, but if they were anything like the girl he'd started to consider a permanent life with, he knew he would come to love them just as much. 

"Maybe you've just gotten shorter, Auntie." Daniel teases, and Spencer notices he has (Y/N)'s smile. 

"You think? No, it's all you, kiddo, you're growing up on me!"  (Y/N) hugs the boy again, finally letting herself miss her family after living in Quantico for the past year.  "Do you remember Spencer? You spoke on the phone." 

Daniel's gaze sweeps over the older man as he approaches, squinting at the dress shirt and slacks he wore, unaware of how casually Spence happened to be dressed compared to usual.  "Everyone is excited to meet you." 

"Are they?" Spencer's heart soars. "I'm excited to meet you all too! Who is your friend?"  

Daniel pulls the lizard from his pocket and holds it aloft to Spencer, giving him a view of the spotted Bearded Dragon, rough to the touch. "His name is Dash." 

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Dash.  Did you know that Bearded Dragons are one of the few lizards who will mimic other creatures?" Spencer tilts his head to stick out his tongue, and when Dash reciprocates, Daniel takes a surprised step back. 

"Woah! You have to come show my mom!"  

When Daniel takes off towards the house, (Y/N) loops her arm around Spencer's. "You're good at that." 

"What's that?" 

"Kids." 

Spencer shrugs, unwilling to admit that he finds children easier to talk to than most adults. "That's just because Dash vouched for me." 

"A pretty cool guy, that Dash."  (Y/N) plays along, leading Spencer inside as Daniel approaches a woman at the stove.  Her light hair contrasts (Y/N)'s, but they share the same eyes.  She watches with patience that only a mother could know as Daniel tries several times to get Dash to stick out his tongue.  When it finally works, the woman offers him a beaming smile before acknowledging the couple in the doorway. 

"The FBI has finally released my baby sister back to us humble cattle ranchers? Bestill my beating heart!"  The woman, who Spencer knew to be Amelia, crosses the room to pull her sister into a bone-crushing hug.  Spencer has to let (Y/N) go to allow this, but he isn't out of the woods yet.  Amelia appraises him, trailing her gaze from his head to his toes.  "He's cuter in person." 

"Amy!" 

"What? You don’t mind, do you, Spencer? I'm just repeating the things (Y/N)’s said about you." 

Spencer beams, his gaze flickering between the two siblings.  Their dynamic reminded him of how Derek continues to tease him daily. "Not at all. I hope everything she says about me is half as nice." 

"Like you wouldn't believe! 'His eyes are so dreamy. I love it when-'"  (Y/N) cuts off the embarrassing stories, most from when she first started working at the BAU and barely knew Spencer as an acquaintance.  She shoves Amelia back towards the stove, threatening to knock a pan of homemade chicken noodle soup from the burner.  "Hey, hey! Chasing serial killers has made you violent! MA!" 

Amelia raises her voice so she’s heard in the recesses of the house, and not a few moments later, an older woman comes skidding into the room.  She has the same friendly deposition as her daughters. Her skin’s notably wrinkled from years of hard labor, but there's a kindness in her eyes that Spencer can't ignore.  "What's all the fuss about? (Y/N)! When did you get here?" 

The mother and daughter close the distance between themselves.  Spencer can't help noticing how tightly (Y/N) clings to her parent as if proving all her sleepless nights- fearing that she would never see them again- wrong.  

"Hey, Ma," she finally says, after moments trickling into minutes.  "I brought a boy home." 

Everyone calls her Ma, even the people down the valley in the closest town, but Spencer knows her name is Beth.  Against his better judgment, he holds his hand out to her, expecting a polite handshake to break the ice, yet he's not surprised when he's pulled into a hug. "Doctor Reid!"  She greets him with an open welcomeness he isn’t used to. "We're so excited to have you finally join us. I hope you don't mind roughing it out here." 

"Spencer, please, and not at all!  Your home is lovely, and so is your family." 

"Well, that’s very kind of you! You've both made it in time for lunch. Why don't you get comfortable while I find your father?” Beth excuses herself before the couple can respond. 

Spencer finds himself at the dining room table, served a bowl of soup while having a riveting conversation with Daniel about the local reptile population.  He was more comfortable in (Y/N)'s childhood home than expected, and even as the rest of her family settled to join them for their meal, he couldn't help holding her hand beneath the table. 

[travellingwiththedead]

Ok, watching iwtv s2e2 again and taking notes because everything happening too much:

(Spoilers under read more)

Louis and Armand arguing about who should have made contact first sounds a bit like Louis and his mum arguing about who should have kept in touch, but less angry.

Also Daniel absolutely not buying their domestic bliss charade is hilarious. "Keep selling it"

Ok, on Louis and his photography: How are all your pictures turning out so well? You're taking them at night, free hand, no flash light. I guess for less hurried ones he can, because he's a vampire, just stand very very still, but we see him and Claudia move the camera while taking pictures (or use a way too short exposure time), he's taking pictures on a moving bike. They should all be underexposed or blurry as hell xD

Louis getting nasty when Daniel's questions go places he doesn't like is so good. Three grumpy old men in a penthouse, trying to one up each other.

Love how Claudia is all indecisive about going into Madeleine's shop until someone tells her not to do it, then she immediately goes in. Lestat's daughter, absolutely. They both hear someone say "Lestat/Claudia, no!" and immediately go "Lestat/Claudia yes!" xD

Aaaand now Daniel's hand is shaking again. Guess it's time for another visit from Fareed (give me my mad scientist husbands)

Love Daniel gleefully correcting Rashid (and indirectly Armand) that you're not supposed to be using gloves with old books and documents. Have the writers stolen this from tumblr posts after s1? ;)

Armand, give poor Real Rashid ('it's just Rashid') a raise already xD

Armand, you dramatic shit, making the lights flicker like that when meeting Louis

The whole Theatre part is just so good. Ben Daniels gave his all and he's stealing the show. Standing ovations for this man. (and also wishing him so much strength after the loss of his husband, so sad for him)

The whole Annika scene was so intense, the actress is fantastic.

KP (the MVP of production crumbs) and his little knitted hat ^.^

The whole theatre troop looks so good. And the set is great.

Celeste's "Do American vampiresses all wear pastels?" is giving Morticia Addams xD

Daniel calling it all a telenovela, and making sure to have the fitting background music, is hilarious xD he's right and he should say it

Delainey is so pretty when she smiles. And also once again doing so well.

Roget, what do you know? Also I wanna know what else was in that box, apart from the letter (looks like some kind of deeds or other official documents? maybe money?).

And there Louis goes lashing out again. Vicious.

Hm, not sure where this whole scenes puts the Armand-is-Alice-theory (which I don't subscribe to). Because Louis clearly thinks Alice as an actual person and that he could find her in present day.

Personally I think Daniel remembering 70s Armand here has less to do with Alice and more with Louis now and Armand then using his memories as weapons against him.

I bet Daniel will make them pay for this in the future, he's not just gonna take that. I mean, he sees nothing wrong with slapping a vampire so collecting himself and then striking back even harder would definitely be something he'd do.

the preview for next episode is confusing me. 1576??? But yay for past-Lestat and Nicki ^^

[nerdieforpedro]

WIP Tag Game (The XL edition) 🤣

I was tagged by @missredherring and sure I did it earlier this week. Could I have come up with a new WIPs because my mind is never quiet? 🤐

Yes, yes, Yes I did. 😆 I’m also structuring it similar to how she had it because it spoke to me. 🤭

Current foci (because having just one is difficult as I bounce around):

1. Weddings 101 with Dieter and @angelofsmalldeath-codeine - We’re going to finish it one day or at least the next chapter. Also AO3 link.

2. Coasting through the Rainbow 🌈 - I’m half way done with chapter four of this finally. 😆 2 and 1/2 more to go! Also AO3 link.

3. Waters of Lethe - The Qimir one. Maybe 2-5 parts? We’ll see where it goes. So far only one part. AO3 link

4. Honey and Sugarplum - With Jack Daniels and an OFC. Very sweet, smutty kinda and fluffy. ☺️ AO3 link.

Excuse me Ma’am? We’re over here in the back!

1. Unnamed Fae Jack Daniel fic for Monster Smash Challenge. I did write out some Fae facts for this one and I plan to keep it…..an actual one shot?! It’s been 900 years since Nerdie’s done one of those.

2. Fifty-Six Wildflower Lane - this one with Frankie still needs an ending, then I can post it here like. Just need part number four. AO3 link.

3. Tasting Ambrosia - Ezra, ever the scoundrel nagging at the back of my brain has a small WIP. No idea where this one is going. Also trying to do drama and will he make it out sort of deal. 👀

We been waiting for our day to come for so long:

1. Travel to You - A sweet and maybe a little obsessive Javi G? He’s adorable, has golden curls and can shoot those clay bird things down accurately so, totally fine. Have discord and FFXIV references, very nerdy. 🤣 AO3 link.

2. Therapy for the Well-Adjusted - Marcus Pike and Imani are finally going on that date. Or do they? Maybe they go somewhere else? Also AO3 link.

3. A Safe Place for Us - Dieter and Aisha continue to sort their feelings and trying to make a baby. What could go wrong? Also AO3 link.

4. Green Shop of Memories - that Marcus Moreno AU where I made him a wizard/warlock that owns a cafe. 😘 It’s all sad, and cute. Plus it has fairies and a Magic Council. Also fake dating? AO3 link.

5. Kissed by the Sun - I had an idea that Oberyn Martell was a son or descendant of Apollo and he pissed off Venus (Aphrodite if ya nasty) and was barred from his soulmate being able to interact with him other than his voice. Because…..I read too many Marcus A fics that kept referencing Roman gods. 🫡 AO3 link

6. Din’s in the Neighborhood- Modern Din AU that has him meet on OFC DV survivor post divorce. Also Grogu is a human boy and we have Finn/Poe. There’s also Johnnie Mae and Luke that are just together? No one’s asking and I don’t think either of them would given an answer. 😆 So many cameos and randomness, so little time. Side notes: I gave Din tattoos, Obi-Wan is a children’s author and there’s a Jedi Law & Order show. Also AO3 link.

7. Fire and Fury - Pero and Calista’s story likely has two more parts. Complete with smut, more fighting, a bathtub (I promised @avastrasposts that one) and they’ll get their revenge! But what happens after? Also AO3 link.

8. Hands of God - This could be a long one shot or I might have to split it up. The Marcus Acacius fic that @soft-persephone and @megamindsecretlair “gently suggested” that I write. I did start it. 👀 There will be some infidelity, plots, murder and a coup. Also a dash of smut just for seasoning. And maybe a subby Marcus A? Can I do it? Only time and Marcus’ sash will tell.

9. Front Office Adjunct - One of two Dave York fics. ☺️ Dave blackmails on OFC into working for him. Things appear to be stacked in his favor, but are they? This one is a slow burn one, enemies to lovers maybe? Also espionage, murder, violence, smutty and bad behavior. Just bad. 👀🤫 AO3 link

She hasn’t touched us in so long:

Pleasure Principle - The first series I ever started anywhere. Has Dave York in a toxic working on making it better relationship with an OFC. I’ll finish this one someday. 😭😭 Also AO3 link.

Uncomplicated Mi Amor - The fic where I swore I was going to have something sweet for Javier Peña. Which it is, I just haven’t finished it. 👀 Also I will finish someday. Also AO3 link.

Roc & Doc - A Tim Rockford crime series with an OFC ME that is my love letter to the likely thousands of hours I’ve spent watching crime procedurals or listening to true crime podcasts. Also AO3 link.

Some have just AO3 links, I haven’t gotten around to putting them on Tumblr yet and some are in both places. A few just exist in notes. 🗒️ I should also never look through my WIP this in depth again. This thing is very long. 🤣🤣🤣

NPT because you may have already done it but I described things this time around. 🙌🏽

@schnarfer @maggiemayhemnj @lotusbxtch @mysterious-moonstruck-musings @604to647

@inept-the-magnificent @connectioneverywhere @for-a-longlongtime @lady-bess @tinytinymenace

@perotovar @julesonrecord @yourcoolauntie @clawdee @magpiepills

@trulybetty @rhoorl @grogusmum @syd-djarin @sin-djarin

@harriedandharassed @missladym1981 @jolapeno @pedrospurplerain @alltheglitterandtheroar

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@gasolinerainbowpuddles @din-cognito @djarins-cyare

[merv606]

TIG in The Secret of Giving is so handsome and charming and scruffy I literally cannot. We always see him clean shaven and sleek so this is a very nice change. I really like the messy hair too. My mind zoomed into Silverusso overdrive…!! This charming Terry with some sort of spoiled brat Daniel hehe. Or even a skittish little omega!Daniel promised to this hunter!Alpha. Sighhhh. The possibilities!!

Someone had suggested a mountain man au in an ask before based on pics of him from this.

In that one i imagined he was maybe lost in the woods and Terry finds him but I wrote a puritan ABO au for that scenario (link at end of story).

So maybe we’ll go with a promised to the hunter AU 😉

Daniel stands at the altar, waiting for the alpha he was promised to.

He has yet to meet him but less than a fortnight ago had learned that the church did not have the resources for him to stay once he turned of mating age. The benefactor whose generosity he had been living off since he first arrived as an orphaned omega a few years prior had recently passed. Unbeknownst to Daniel until now, the benefactor had been an older alpha, in need of heirs, and the agreement with the church had been that he would stay there, safe and untouched at the church until the alpha was able to come and collect him, at which time he would be ferreted off to the alpha’s compound to provide those heirs.

As such, Daniel is now simply being ferreted off to another alpha instead, one Terry Silver.

Long and NSFW

Even though Terry lived on the outskirts of town, beyond the woods, deep in the trees, he was well known by the locals as a hunter whose skills no one could come close to touching. He kept the more dangerous animals away and helped the villagers when it was required. As such, when he came in for any supplies he was unable to obtain himself, all his needs were provided for, a sort of fee for all he did.

This mutually beneficial situation that had been ongoing for years.

In a case of perfect timing, the hunter had come along, enquiring about obtaining an omega before returning to his house in the woods.

Daniel had been offered up right away, and with no other options, he had agreed without meeting the alpha - not so much as even looking upon him.

The Alpha, to his understanding, was seeking an omega to help with the household chores - someone to do the washing, cooking, mending - and for other duties suited to an omega.

Daniel is glad, at least, that this alpha is not that much older than him - about a decade or so he is told - although no one knows for certain his real age. He would be a good provider, he was told, and that was all that mattered. Daniel knew he had no other options.

He only found all of this out on the morning of turning mating age - now a viable candidate for an alpha’s breeding. At least he is not given much time to fret, being told Terry should be arriving in sort order to collect him.

It is early, the sun just up, as Daniel’s chores start then, and he is told Terry should be arriving within the hour.

So Daniel has a little time to wonder, as he’s packing up his meger possessions in anticipation of the alpha’s arrival, but what shows up is not what Daniel is expecting. The alpha is handsome, very handsome, and also large, very large. The sheer size of him, larger than anyone in the village.

He must stand an entire foot taller than Daniel, and much broader - the width of his shoulders would be at least two of Daniel’s.

“Hello Alpha Sir,” Daniel bows his head, remembering his manners and what he has been taught, but unsure of which honorific the alpha will prefer and require him to use.

The priests go by Father and the nuns by Ma’am. He doesn’t know many alphas - nor has he ever been called on by any suitors.

“Terry is fine little one. What is your name?”

“Daniel,” he hesitates before adding, “Terry,” glancing up at the alpha but quickly looking away.

“Very good, little one,” Terry praises, already pleased at how well the omega listens. The life he is about to be introduced to, the skills Terry will teach him about the forest, he will need to be able to listen and not question the alpha.

He can see the blush this causes on the fine bones of the omega’s delicate cheeks.

“We shall be leaving shortly. We have a few hours to travel before we reach our new home and I wish to be there before night fall.”

Winter is here, although the thick of it won’t be for a few weeks, but the days are short as a result.

There are a few things to finalize between the alpha and the priest who heads this church, so Daniel uses this time to say his goodbyes, after making sure this is amenable with his new alpha.

“He is suitable?” The priest asks.

“More than,” Terry agrees. The omega is a beauty, so much so that Terry had been taken aback - such a precious gem hidden out here all these years. While a bit on the thin side, Terry will see to it that he is fattened up with pup in short order.

A quick ceremony is preformed, Daniel given by the church to the alpha, pronounced his lawful wedded omega under god.

A thick silver band slipped on his finger that is brought to the alpha’s mouth and kissed.

Terry wears the same, although it looks much smaller on his own finger.

He directs Terry to his room, his small swaddle of possessions.

“Is this all?” the alpha asks and Daniel nods.

“I am sorry if I cannot offer you more ….”

“You misunderstand. I simply wish to make sure you have everything that could bring you some comfort as you settle into your new home. This is better for us now. To travel light.” The alpha steps forward and Daniel trembles, the alpha looming over him, but then he drops down to one knee. “It is you I sought out, little one. You I want, and you are more than enough.”

They all go outside with him to see them off, his alpha lifting him up on the horse before mounting it himself, just behind Daniel, a strong arm around him as he whispers, “hold on tight.”

The log house is bigger than Daniel has expected, although it doesn’t take long to be shown everything. He notices that, while there are several rooms, there seems to be only one with a bed. He wonders where he will be sleeping.

“I know this must be hard,” the alpha starts, which is an understatement, but he’s remiss of anything else to say really, as they stand in the kitchen, the last part of the house Terry had to show.

Not even half a day has gone by and a strange alpha had shown up and taken Daniel from the only home he has known these last few years, gained a new one, which is also far away from everything he knows, and on top of that, he’s a wedded omega.

A wedded omega.

Meaning.

He has a mate.

He is someone’s mate now.

And he has no idea what that means.

Daniel has never even been on a date and now he is to have a husband.

Has a husband he says to himself. Is a husband. The dying rays of the day glint off the silver band marking him as owned.

“There shall be a period of adjustment,” Terry continues, scenting the mild distress coming off the omega, the events of the day must be catching up to him now that they have finally stilled and it is quiet. “I shall show you everything you will need to know, do not worry. You will also be well taken care of. In all regards.”

Daniel nods, unsure really of what it all means.

“Well, I shall allow you to freshen up and rest. You must be tired.”

The log cabin has a generator, so the water is thankfully warm when Daniel steps into the bathtub. The shower head hangs from the ceiling, the water spilling down like rain, and Daniel lets it wash his tears away.

He remembers the day he was brought to the church, recently orphaned with nothing left and nothing to look forward too, terrified and sad. As always, he shall adapt to this too.

When he emerges, it’s in a shirt too big for him, an old one belonging to the alpha, and the scent of the older man is heavy on it.

They had picked up some new clothes for him, after leaving the church, before departing the town, but the alpha had laid this out in the hopes it would familiarize Daniel with his scent and that that would help him.

Terry stops when Daniel enters the room, his alpha already able to sense that something is wrong with his mate.

Freshly scrubbed but there is a sadness clinging to him, and his eyes look like he had been crying.

Terry knows the day has been a lot on the omega. So many life altering changes, far away from home with a virtual stranger.

His alpha already knows this little mate is his - not just in the legal sense but that Daniel is his true mate - HIS omega. That what Terry thought was only to be a marriage of convenience - which he still had hoped would be happy and love would come in time - will now be so much more because now he knows that Daniel is his destiny. Terry had long since set aside the fairytales fed to him of true mates but now, looking at the his little one in front of him - he knows without a doubt - everything his Mama told him was true.

The shock of the day is preventing Daniel from sensing their bond and maybe it’s also a lack of experience. He’s had a lot to deal with in such a short time and no knowledge of these matter to draw on.

“Come here.”

In the middle of the table is a cake with a single candle.

“Happy birthday,” Terry says.

He had picked the cake up from the local baker before going to collect his new mate, hoping it would help to make a good impression. An omega Terry may have needed but he wanted this to work before he even met Daniel - wanted his omega to be happy. Terry had been wanting for companionship. The loneliness grating on him with each passing year. He would never give up this life but, a mate and some pups under foot, that is what he wished to fill his life and this house. Will fill his life and this house.

Daniel steps forward, a small smile the alpha’s reward, and the delicious scent of suddenly happy omega as he blows it out. Terry cuts off a slice for them both, although the one he hands to Daniel is much bigger.

When they finish it is Daniel who insists on washing up, and it doesn’t take him long to have everything tidy, Terry showing him where things go.

Despite the ride, and not having really eaten all day except the cake, Daniel finds that he isn’t hungry, even when Terry offers some suggestions for their supper. It may be his nerves that holds his hunger, that and, despite the rest on the couch before his shower he yawns loudly, and Terry decides it is better to retire early.

He’ll see the omega starts his day with a big breakfast.

“Where will I be sleeping?” Daniel asks quietly, remembering only seeing the one bed.

Terry places a hand on the small of Daniel’s back, guiding him to their bedroom, misunderstanding the little omega, thinking he simply cannot remember where their bedroom is.

“Is this not your room?” Daniel asks as the alpha leads him inside, confusion clear in his voice.

“It was, but it is yours now as well.”

If his little omega wishes to pick another room, he is free to do so. Maybe it will be symbolic to him, a fresh start to their new life. Omegas see these differently than alphas. Whatever the reason, if this room does not satisfy him, then Terry has no issues to moving their things to another one. He would build on an entirely new one if the little omega wishes. Already the aloha knows, he would do whatever to satisfy his mate; to keep the delicious scent of happy omega.

“I cannot take your room.”

“We will be sharing it,” Terry answers, a bit confused now himself.

“But there is only one bed.”

“Yes, why wouldn’t we share a bed, little one?”

Big brown eyes, wide with shock turn to him.

“This is what married alphas and omegas do?”

Oh, Terry thinks. He’s been looking at this all wrong. He wants to laugh. His boy has no idea how these things work.

He knew the omega was untouched in these regards and would be naive to certain things. The pious ones usually are - but they have some general idea of what goes on after marriage - what is required of them upon their marital bed. His sweet mate though doesn’t even seem to have that. Terry shouldn’t be surprised, given what he was told about the omega. Daniel had been raised for the last several years in the church, away from the alphas and betas, away from temptation and gaining any sort of experience in these matters. The priest had told Terry the omega was a virgin although Terry had declined the priest’s offer of an exam to verify this claim of purity, saying it was not needed. He knew the omega was in full possession of his virtue but, it seems, he has no idea of what is about to happen. Of what marriage will entail.

“Do you know of what happens between omegas and alphas … of my husbandly rights?” He says it gently - already knowing the answer - he just wants to hear it from his mate’s lips.

Daniel looks away. Before leaving this morning he had been told to do as his alpha said - in ALL regards - to please him and that his marital duties would involve him lying down and receiving his alpha.

He had no idea what that meant.

Just that is was apparently one of the most important duties as an omega for him to fulfill - these relations. Or was stressed that Daniel was to please his husband in this regard especially.

A hand on his chin, gentle but insistent forces him to look up at said husband.

“And what do you know of your marital duties? Anything at all?”

“Just that I am to perform them but I am unsure of how to do that ….” he trails off. “I am sorry,” he apologies, truly meaning it, hoping his ignorance is not a disappointment to his husband.

Will Terry get rid of him? He has nowhere to go.

The alpha however, smiles down at him, taking his hand in his, rubbing a thumb along the soft skin.

Because the alpha is overjoyed. Although not a requirement - Terry had simply been looking for an omega to get with pup - so much has changed now, and knowing that no one but him will every have his true mate in this way, pleases the alpha greatly.

Still, with everything that has happened, how overwhelmed Daniel must be, and the fact his mate is clearly nervous even if he has no idea what is to transpire, no, Terry will not have the omega’s lessons in love start off on such a foot.

“There is no need for apologies.”

Daniel relaxes slightly.

“I shall not, however, take my husbandly rights until you are more settled. Until then,” he bends low, bringing the hand cradled in his the rest of the way up to meet his lips, pressing a kiss to it. “I bid you a good night.”

Terry sleeps on the couch that night. And the night after that, and after that.

A week goes by.

The alpha is so kind and gentle with him. Is so patient as he shows Daniel the skills he will need for their life together. Generous too - providing him this warm shelter and more food than he had at the church. Not that his food portions weren’t over abundant - they were due to his benefactor - but there was so many mouths to fed and he would never let the younger pups go without, so he often gave up his to them.

But, his husband is all those things and sometimes, Daniel can’t breathe when he looks upon him he is so handsome.

He feels something he can’t quite put a finger on - much more than fondness.

Then there is the other issue.

Whenever his husband places a hand on him, he feels things. At night, he remembers the feel of his husband’s mouth upon his hand and it makes him squeeze his legs together tight.

Daniel feels he is getting so much and giving so little in return.

His husband deserves much more.

He starts to worry.

Is he not pleasing to his husband?

What will people think? An omega who does not even sleep in the same bed as their husband. An omega who then clearly does not do their marital duties promised to their alpha under god!!!

Now what this duties are though …. That is still a mystery. He was told it was the alpha’s right and duty to show him those. He was told that the alpha would not be long showing him, but still, the alpha has not rid Daniel of his ignorance on these matters.

That night in the kitchen, as Daniel prepares supper, Terry cleaning up from the hunt earlier, a soft song playing on the radio, he feels a large hand in his waist, and warm breath on his ear as his husband bends down to ask.

“May I have this dance?”

“Of course,” Daniel smiles, turning to face his husband, wiping his hands on his apron, before placing his hand in the larger one, the two of them waltzing around the kitchen, Terry leading the way.

The flushed look on the omega’s face and how happy he is when the sound ends- Terry leans down and places a chaste kiss to his lips.

Daniel blushes, that feeling deep in his stomach rising up.

They dance well into the night, Daniel being carried to bed, he’s so exhausted.

That night, when he’s in between sleep and waking, Daniel feels a sort of heat between his legs, a wetness when he thinks of his husband’s plush mouth upon his; tracing the outline of his lips with the tips of his fingers, remembering the feel of Terry’s lips pressed to him.

He puts hand to the empty side of the bed, wishing his husband were here filling it.

The next night Daniel takes matters into his own hands, surging up on tip toes, pressing their lips together. This time though, the alpha’s hand on the small of his back presses their bodies together. Daniel gasps when he feels something hard against his belly, Terry taking the opportunity to slip his tongue inside.

The little moan that follows, and the smell of aroused omega has Terry’s alpha roaring, screaming to take the omega

To have what was made his by divine right.

But the little omega does not know what he’s asking for.

Terry steps away and the scent of sorrow fills the room.

Before he can ask, he hears a quiet, “it is alright. I know you do not want me,” Daniel smiles as if to reassure the alpha all is right?!

“Do not want you?!” He repeats, dumbfounded.

Terry wants nothing more.

“Little one, how could you think ….”

“I do not know much but I know an alpha is to lay with their omega in bed and show them things and you have not ….. I wish nothing but to be a good mate and return your generosity …”

Terry growls, and the omega should fill with fear at the sound but he doesn’t. He does shivers at the sound though, the now damp feeling in his underwear becoming familiar.

“You have no idea how much I want you …. How hard it had been not to go in every night and have you … how I can smell your cunt constantly … how ripe it is for the taking … how much it needs an alpha inside filling it …”

Daniel whimpers. The omega inside him responding to the alpha’s tone even if Daniel doesn’t grasp the meaning of the words.

“Do you even know what that means?! To receive an alpha’s love?!” He growls, advancing on his tasty little morsel.

“Will it mean more kisses? I …. l like those,” he says, watching as the alpha approaches him, every hair on the back of his neck and arms standing up, yet he doesn’t feel in danger.

Terry takes Daniel’s hand, placing it on the bulge in his pants.

“That is what it means to receive your alpha’s love.”

He’s picked up now, wrapping his legs around Terry’s waist, ankles crossed at the back, the alpha’s mouth on him practically devouring him.

The throbbing between his legs in unbearable now and he feels so wet down there. Unable to stop himself, body going on instinct, he starts to rubs himself against the alpha’s hard body.

The alphas lips at his neck now and he cries out, his omega place tingling - that hard bulge against where he is throbbing … his omega pleading for something …. And then Terry is gone.

Daniel opens his eyes to see his husband hastily taking herbs he picks and dries from his garden out of various containers, mixing them into a glass of water before handing it to Daniel.

“Drink this first.”

It will prevent conception. Terry wishes selfishly now to have his omega all to himself for a little bit - before getting him with their first pup. He has many fertile years ahead of him, so there is no rush. There may also be something to help him relax, which will only help Terry give him what he’s asking for, even if he doesn’t realize what that is.

No sooner is it finished then the glass is plucked from him, and he’s back in his husband’s arms, being carried to their room.

His husband is unlike anything he has witnessed in their short time together - like a man possessed as he lays Daniel out on the bed, covering his body with his.

The kissing he loves so much, as his leg is pressed up higher against his husband’s side, a large hand practically wrapped around his thigh holding it up.

Terry sits up, removing his shirt and Daniel marvels at the muscle there, how broad his husband is, how small Daniel feels in comparison.

A hand touching his alpha shyly, a large hand over his encouraging him.

They lock eyes, the little omega wetting his lips, a pink tongue on an equally pink mouth.

Daniel’s pants, held up by drawstring are pulled loose, and pulled off on quick succession.

His husband wrapping his arms around his narrow back, lifting him up off the bed slightly, his face pressed to his tummy as he kisses down. His mouth hovering over the omega’s most special place, still covered by his underwear, before leaning down to lick at the damp spot there.

“Alpha,” he moans, bringing his knees up on either side of Terry’s head, his hands grasping long dark hair. Arms wrap around his thighs to keep him in place as his husband eats him out through his underwear. Terry wants to taste bare skin but is too frantic to think straight. Daniel is no better, a stranger to these sensations his husband is inspiring in him. He arches up and the hold on him tightens, crying out as his husband sucks the hard nib of his rosebud pressing against his wet underwear into his mouth.

Sobbing now, a hand pressing against his husband’s broad shoulder, but the alpha growls, pinning the thin arm above Daniel’s head with a hand that wraps easily around the equally slim wrist.

The sound of his underwear being ripped off him, then large hands on his inner thighs holding him open, a finger tracing his seam before spreading his slick folds.

Terry gathers the slick there, easily coating his finger. There’s so much, his little mate so responsive to the slightest touch.

That thick finger gently presses against his entrance.

Terry leans back over, kissing him, distracting him as the finger slips inside. Daniel’s eyes fly open, blunt nails digging into the alpha’s broad back.

Thin chest heaving, hips circling around the thick digit as his husband licks down his throat.

Daniel takes Terry’s face in his hands, kissing him, if only to stop the sinful noises he’s making.

“That’s it. Relax,” Terry whispers against his lips when the kiss breaks, finally able to move his finger in an out, careful not to let the penetration go too deep, away that his omega is more than likely in possession of his precious maidenhead.

Another moan, more drawn out and then a scream as his husband’s thumb finds his rosebud.

Daniel knows now, why they were told never to touch there themselves.

He claws at the bed sheets, something in him mounting …. Something in him ….

He screams, slick erupting out of his omega place, his husband’s bare chest covered in his juices, more squirting out as his husband keeps rubbing his swollen bud, Daniel trying to close his legs, but his alpha denying him.

Finally Terry stops, removing that wicked finger, and Daniel feels his face heat as he comes back to himself, realizing … has he soiled himself in front of his alpha?!

“What?! What was that?”

“That was an orgasm, my love. One of many.”

Terry brings his finger to his mouth, lapping up the juices from his mate’s release, so much that is drips down his hand and wrist down his arm.

“God I Knew your cunt would taste as good as it smells,” Terry growls, and later he’ll sample from the source, but for now, his own needs have to be attended to, now that he has seen to his little mate’s pleasure.

Everything is inviting, the wet glint of his mouth, to his still twitching cunt, and he’ll have it all - take his omega in all the ways he can - but for now, Terry wishes to consumate the marriage - to satisfy his lust and have his omega like that for their first time.

Kissing up the slender body, he balances on one arm, undoing his own pants, drawing his cock out.

Covering Daniel again, his hard length rubbing between where he’s still tingling.

“Alpha,” Daniel questions, more curious than anything

“An omega was made to fit an alpha.”

A finger back inside to test how relaxed he is after his orgasm. The thick finger inside him so welcome, the thumb rubbing his rosebud again, before Terry leans down, sucking it into his mouth, and it’s too much as he comes again, his toes curling, eyes squeezing shut, cunt convulsing around the finger, prolonging the orgasm, his body having something to squeeze around.

The alpha is over him, covering him entirely, Daniel’s legs on either side of him, his body inviting and open.

Terry positions his cock again his mate’s virgin entrance, as wet and as ready as it will ever be to receive him.

“There shall be some discomfort as you are in possession of your virtue, however I shall endeaver to minimize that.”

Daniel realizes then, what they meant by receive your alpha.

He may not have seen his husband’s manhood but he had felt it.

“Alpha …”

“You were made for this. Just relax,” his husband soothes him.

The blunt head kisses the entrance before Terry presses it inside, the fat head stretching the entrance to the omega’s body so that each inch of the thick shaft can slide in, opening the omega up for the first time.

“That’s it open up for your alpha.” Terry rocks his hips gently, cock moving within him, the lithe body easily accepting and moving with the strong thrusts. “Let me have you.”

Daniel does, receiving the alpha deep inside, and the gift of his seed although, there will be no pup, not yet.

He takes to being loved like this beautifully and Terry knows, when the time comes, he will take to being bred just as well.

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