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axwalker · 3 years

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Jealousy--One Shot

Book: The Royal Romance, Book 2. Engagement Tour.

Pairing: Drake Walker x Alexis O’Brien (MC)

WORDS: I’m using my WD golden ticket so 3,000 words.

POV: Dual

TRIGGER WARNINGS: SMUT!! 🍋🍋🍋 A very frustrating Drake and Alexis.

ALL MY FICS ARE +18 !!!!

I’m participating in the @wackydrabbles prompts. This week’s prompt is “I can’t do this anymore.”

I apologize for any grammatical errors.

Tags in the comments ;)

DRAKE

Standing next to my window, I admire the Roman ruins of the Palatine hills as the royal train rolls into Rome. I’ve always loved Italy, but something about this trip is getting to me. It might be the woman occupying the cabin next to mine. It might be the fact that my best friend is almost as crazy about her as I am. Almost. He can’t possibly care for her the way I do. I down the rest of my glass and pick up a simple shirt and a pair of pants for tonight’s banquet. Fuck the black tie.

Since O’Brien came back to court, I tried to avoid her as much as I could. As a result, I’d cut off a leg tonight just to lay eyes on her again. I crave her like a drug. I spent the last few days debating with myself, and each day I grow a little more desperate, my arguments growing wilder and less probable by the minute. “Maybe” is how every single thought began, each one borne of desperation. Maybe I can make Liam understand that I’m crazy about the woman he loves. Maybe he’ll understand that I’ve been lying for months. Maybe Alexis will realize that she wants a quiet life with me. It’s a weakness on my part; I just need to get through this banquet without giving into it.

Thank God there’s a bar. I’m going to need something to make this experience tolerable. I grab a whiskey and drink half of it before I even head to my table. I’m halfway there when my eyes meet Kiara’s. She’s been leaving me flirty messages since we built the barn to celebrate Liam’s engagement. She’s a beautiful and smart woman but I couldn’t be less interested.

“Come with me,” she says, pulling at my elbow. “I saved you a seat.”

At that very moment, Lexie walks in. She’s wearing a red silk dress that matches her lips, pours over her curves, and reveals only a hint of cleavage while allowing you to imagine what you can’t see too fucking easily. Her hair falls over her shoulders and down her back, highlighting her long neck and her gorgeous face. As always, I seem to settle on her mouth. I don’t know that I’ve ever seen her wear red lipstick before, and, for some reason, this opens an entire box of fantasies. I want to see it soiled. To kiss her so hard that neither of us can breathe. To pull back and find that mouth ajar, panting, the lipstick a red blur around the edges., I want it so badly I’m not sure how I’ll get through the goddamn night without having it. My hands sliding that silk dress over her head, learning every inch of her the way I’ve dreamed about for months. Except right now, Lexie’s eyes are fixed on the point where Kiara’s arm is linked with mine, and her expression—sad and wounded—is like a knife to my chest. I step away from Kiara, grabbing my drink and draining it. “I’m sitting with Maxwell and Olivia,” I tell her firmly.

“Doesn’t Lexie look gorgeous?” Max asks. My eyes move across the room again. Her red dress shimmers, sticks on her curves. `

“She looks like she needs more clothes,” I complain.

“Olivia helped her choose that dress,” Max says with a brow arched. “It fits her like a glove.”

“Yeah,” I reply. “That’s sort of the problem.”

My gaze is still on her, though. Moving up from her hips to her waist to her breasts, back up to that mouth of hers. I picture it again; the lipstick smeared, her breathless under me. And then a single hand cups her hip bone, visible through the thin silk, and I’m ejected from my fantasy at high speed. My lust transforms into rage in a single breath. Fucking Signore Francesco Lombardi. When everyone finally takes their seats, I discover that she and Francesco are at the table on the other side of mine, giving me a painfully direct view of the two of them. Whenever she stands, his eyes are on her, devouring her. He paws at her when she returns, jumping to pull out her chair but managing to get his fucking hands over approximately sixty percent of her body when he does it. And if he tries to look down her dress one more time, I’m definitely taking him out. I don’t give a fuck about our diplomatic relationships with Italy. I go to the bar again and ask for another glass of Macallan. Tonight it’s either get drunk or completely lose my shit in front of hundreds of witnesses. Pretentious food and great speeches are given out that I don’t notice. She is more real to me than anything in this room or out of it, the only thing I can see. No one knows her fears like I do. No one knows how fragile she really is, how deeply sweet. How funny and smart and kind. But I know. And for all the fighting we’ve done, there aren’t two people in this room as made for each other as the two of us. My world is constructed entirely of rules about what I owe Liam –my education, my career, and so many other things. But somehow, it excludes the only thing that matters to me. Her. If it weren’t for how Liam feels about her, she’d be here with me tonight. I watch her say something to Liam, and he nods, his eyes telling her how he feels. Jealousy runs through my veins.

“Enough,” I say quietly as I stand. I don’t know what possesses me to follow her. I know, with every bone in my body, that I have no claim on her. But I saw that look in Liam’s eyes, the one that says he’ll do anything for her, and I found myself on my feet. She’s halfway down the hall by the time I reach her. She looks over her shoulder warily when she hears me, but she is too late. I’m already there. I grab her elbow before she has time to react and pull her into an empty office. She stiffens and pulls back, ready as always to fight. Eyes flashing and hands on her hips. Seething before I’ve even said a word. “You have no right to—” That’s when I cup her jaw and capture that mouth I’ve longed for the whole goddamn night.

ALEXIS

His mouth comes down on mine, demolishing my pathetic attempt to object. He seizes it thoroughly, with such certainty, as if he’s spent his entire life practicing for this precise moment. His hands raking back through my hair, his tongue finding mine as he presses against me. His mouth moves over my neck, and he groans, a noise of both despair and satisfaction.

“You didn’t want me a week ago, but now you do?” I start to push back, but he holds me tight against him.

“I just don’t want you stuck in a shitty ranch with a poor veterinarian when it all ends. It was never about not wanting you.” I know there are other reasons why I’m supposed to object, but they escape me. I’ve wanted this too long, his hands on my body, my skin pressed against his, and his mouth creating a trail of kisses down my neck. It’s right. I’ve known nothing in my life with such certainty as the fact that nothing in the world matters more to me. His hands move from my hips to my breasts, and then he pulls one strap of my dress down, trailing slow, open-mouthed kisses over my shoulder and collarbone, almost reverently. Nipping with his teeth and soothing it with his tongue. He pulls the dress down to my waist, unclasps my bra with a single hand. He cups my breasts, bringing his mouth to them in the same way, sharp and sweet at once and creating a need in me so intense that it borders on pain. I gasp and arch toward him, submitting entirely as my head falls backward against the wall. He pulls back just enough to see my face. His chocolate eyes are dark now as he searches mine, looking there for something he desperately needs. Permission. He wants permission. As if I’d ever tell him no.

“Yes,” I whisper. “Please.”

“You’re sure?” His voice is gruff with desire. And when I nod, he pushes the dress over my hips and allows it to slide to the floor. His hands follow, skating over my hips, down my thighs, and I stand before him now in nothing but panties and heels. “That fucking dress nearly killed me,” he says, smoothing my skin as he kisses me again. He pushes against me, his shirt against my bare skin, his erection pressed hard to my stomach, a quick pulse there as if he is desperate for friction. He slides his index finger under the elastic of my panties. The moment he touches me, my whole body jolts.

“Fuck,” he hisses, squeezing his eyes tightly shut. “You’re already soaked.” His finger slips back and forth, lightly, in torturous circles before it pushes inside me.

“Oh God,” I whisper, my body bowing toward him. He adds a second finger, and this time his groan is louder than mine.

“Jesus, Lex,” he growls. “You’re going to be the end of me.”

I unclasp his belt and unzip his pants reaching down to pull him from the confines of his boxers. He is thick and heavy in my hands, hissing as my fingers wrap around him, tugging gently.

“Stop,” he exhales after a minute. “I’m not gonna last if you do that, and there are so many things I want to do to you first.”

He pushes my panties down and lifts me up almost simultaneously, turning to deposit me on the table behind us. He kisses me once, hard. “Lie back,” he commands. He drops to his knees, spreading my legs so I’m displayed before him. Suddenly, his fingers are joined by quick swipes of his tongue.

“Oh my God,” I gasp. “Drake … just—”

His mouth and tongue lick and brush and pull, creating flames that begin there and spread all the way to my toes. I try to move, but his free hand clamps down on my thigh, holding me in place.

“I’ve dreamed about doing this every goddamn night for months, Alexis. So let me.”

I can’t even nod in agreement because suddenly, everything inside me is building so quickly that I can’t tell where I am or where I’m going.

“Oh,” I gasp. And then his fingers push inside me and I explode with a cry of ecstasy and surprise, arching against his mouth. He doesn’t pull back, but instead slides his hands beneath my legs and tugs me closer, buries his face to create wave after wave of something I never thought would happen in the first place.

“Holy shit,” I breathe. He leans over to kiss me and when he does, I wrap my legs around his waist, bringing him against me so suddenly that he gasps in my mouth.

“Lexie,” he groans.

“Please,” I whisper. It seems impossible for anyone to be more satisfied than I am now, yet I still need the very thing Drake wants most, the thing he is so sure he shouldn’t give. He looks tortured and pulls back, but I tighten around him, pressing him against me. “Don’t even think about stopping right now.” He shifts his hips just enough that he is pressing right there, not inside me but mere seconds away from it. In a single pulse, he could be buried deep inside me.

“Is this okay?” he asks, his voice tight. “Do we need …”

“No,” I beg. “Just do it. I’m on the pill.”

He pushes in, barely. He’s so thick that already I’m stretched to the point of pain.

“Oh fuck, Lexie,” he whispers. “God, that’s so good. Just give me a minute, or this is going to be over before it starts.”

Finally, he moves once more, going slowly, a low noise deep in his chest as he finally shoves all the way in.

“Are you okay?” he asks between clenched teeth. I nod as I adjust to the size of him, pain still outweighing the pleasure. It’s when he starts to withdraw that the pain recedes as a burst of pleasure sucks the air from my lungs. It feels too good, something so vast and all-consuming it can’t possibly end well. I never finish this way but oh my God… If it were ever going to happen, it would be now. His next thrust is faster, more certain, but he stops entirely at my sharp inhale. “Did I hurt you, baby?” he asks.

“No.” He didn’t hurt me. He stunned me. His strokes come slow and rhythmic then, as he leans over, finding my mouth with the table bracing his weight, his arms taut. “I’ve wanted this for so fucking long,” he says, holding still inside me.

“Keep going,” I beg. “Don’t stop.”

“Patience,” he grins. “You have no idea how hard it is not to come right now.”

I grab his ass and push upward, ignoring his warning, thrilling at the low grunt he makes. “Alexis,” he growls, “goddammit.”

His hips jerk back and then forward, almost involuntarily. It’s all I need. I cry out as it happens again, everything inside me bursting. He thrusts quick and hard, desperate now, and then stiffens with a single guttural noise as he pushes in one final time. He falls against me, his mouth against my neck, his breath warm on my skin. It’s closer than I’ve ever been to another person, and I would like to stay here, just like this, forever. But after a moment, I open my eyes when I realize what we’ve done.

It’s a little like waking from a dream. What the fuck have I done? The best sex I’ve ever had and the biggest mistake I’ve ever made just occurred simultaneously. The guilt and astonishment collide with each other. It was wrong. No matter what other considerations there are, I just slept with Liam’s best friend.

I know I don’t owe Liam anything. I came to Cordonia to see if there was something between us beyond that kiss in New York, and there wasn’t. He’s engaged to Madeleine and I’m hopelessly in love with his best friend. Bu this isn’t about me. This is about Drake.

I just became that woman. The kind of woman that would stand between two brothers. The type of woman capable of breaking a lifelong friendship in a moment of lust.

I know that sooner or later, Drake will resent me, us, if he loses Liam. Somewhere inside, I knew that, but because I wanted him and was jealous of Kiara, I chose to ignore it. He looks up at me, and his smile fades.

“What are you thinking?” he asks. There’s dread in his voice. His jaw hardens. “You regret it.”

“Drake,” I sigh, nestling in his chest. “It’s not that. It was…amazing. I just need to figure this out.”

“Figure what out?”

I bury my face in his neck. I don’t want to be having this conversation with him. I wish there was a way he could just hold me and take me to his cabin and work this all out on my own later. But there’s not. “What happens next. I mean, it shouldn’t have happened. We both know that. Liam… “

“No,” he snaps, pulling away. “Do not bring him up. Are you really going to let the way it might look to everyone outside this room dictate whether or not it’s okay? This is about us, Lexie. No one else.”

Except it’s not everyone outside this room. It’s him. Until a week ago, Drake was determined to push me away. He didn’t want to betray his best friend. He told me over and over again that he wasn’t that kind of man. That he would never forgive himself.

I let my need obliterate every reasonable thought, as usual. And in doing so, I’ve let myself down and—far worse—I may have put Drake’s friendship with Liam at risk. I pull away and grab my dress and bra off the floor.

“We have to get back out there before someone notices we’re gone.”

He buttons his shirt. “So you want to go back and continue flirting with Liam like this didn’t just happen?” he asks.

It’s right then, at that precise moment, that I realize that no matter what happens, Drake and I will never be together. Liam will always be there, between us. Right now, in our post-orgasmic bliss, Drake is not thinking straight, but I know what he will be telling me tomorrow morning. Or at least how he will be feeling. Guilty.

“I can’t do this anymore.” I take a deep breath to calm myself. “So what matters most is that we both get through the banquet like nothing happened.”

“And then what?” He growls.

His anger doesn’t scare me. “Can we please just get through the next hour?” I ask. “Liam is out there. Olivia, Max, Kiara are out there. The most important thing either of us can do right now is to act like nothing’s wrong.”

He fastens his belt and moves to the door, his jaw rigid. He’s doing what I asked, but I hate that he’s leaving mad. I’m doing this for him. I don’t want him to lose the only relationship in his life that matters to him. “Drake, wait—”

“For what?” he demands. “I just fucked you on a table, and now you’re sending me on my way. What more could you possibly need to add to that?” With those parting words, he crosses the door and walks out, leaving me heartbroken.

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forallthatitsworth · 2 years

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Choices Fandom Shoutout Day

Firstly, I have to send all my thanks to the wonderful @choicesfandomappreciation and @lovealexhunt for running this event and the constant work to connect the fandom and always boosting creators! I have spent half the night scrolling through everyones posts, discovering new people and appreciating the happiness it has brought so many!

About a year ago I gave up ghost reading everyones blogs and caved by making an account. Slowly but surely I have come to connect with amazing people who, god knows why, have shown me so much kindness! Thank you so much for being the best discovery this last year! ❤️❤️❤️

@burnsoslow I swear you were the first person to ever reach out to me and I don't think you'll ever know how much I appreciated it as a 'small fish is a big pond'! You are such a supportive rock to everyone and your kindness shines in every post. Don't even get me started on your incredible storywriting and the ability to make me love Drake as a die hard Liam fan hahaha! I love you Burnsy ❤️

@argylemnwrites considering we spend most conversations saying “that’s exactly how I felt” - you are such a joy to speak to and beyond talented at telling a story so real and raw that I completely forget the origin characters come from a pixelated game haha! ❤️

@choiceskatie omg so basically the only person who understands what I’m talking about when I get excited 😂 I read ‘Gone Girl‘ before I made my account and the excitement when I stumbled across your blog again AND finding out your a fellow Scot?! Hell yes!!! 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿❤️ You deserve all the love and I’ll always be here, reading your master list to death!

@utterlyinevitable you deserve all the appreciation, all of the time! You are constantly creating incredible works of art with your storylines whilst promoting everyones works, allowing everyone to discover a whole host of incredible writers! ❤️ (Please teach me how you find the time!)

@ao719 when I say you are the reason I caved and made an account, you really are! You write the best Liam who makes me all heart eyes and no matter the story, I get hooked and spend the whole night binging the storylines! So talented it’s crazy ❤️

@sincerelyella such a bright star of endless love and praise for everyone around you! ❤️ I always see you picking people up on a down day and I hope you know people are always here for you! I love the Worlds you create in your stories and how strong a character you have built in Ella!

@queenrileyrose you made me SO emotional over a story and create such beautiful and unique storylines! Your imagination is just so special! ❤️

@kat-tia801 you have such an art at creating storylines where you fall in love with every OC and MC, each are so special ❤️ (also you are single handedly the reason I finally played Perfect Match and Laws of Attraction, pretty sure Choices owe you commission!)

@terrm9 honestly like sunshine in a bottle! Its silly the talent you have to transform the characters and evoke such emotion over such delicate topics! You always lift people up with your endless kindness ❤

@the-pale-goddess Tiffany is that bad bitch MC that I am obsessed by! I must read ‘Blind’ like every other week because it’s just stuck in my head. You throw every emotion at a story and I’ll just thank you 😂❤️

@txemrn holy shit, you are talented! Like crazy respects to you and the storylines you create. You treat everything with such care, little throw away lines in early chapters which prove crucial to the story and every MC seems so personal!

@jamespotterthefirst Lilac is such an iconic MC and I’ll never see ADA in anything without thinking of Lilac first! You keep the fandom going with everything and I know it can be a thankless task so a huge thank you for it all! ❤️

@bbrandy2002 ❤️ @perriewinklenerdie ❤️@genevievemd ❤️ @estellaelysian ❤️@alwaysmychoices ❤️ @alj4890 ❤️ @ofpixelsandscribbles ❤️@bayleedrawsx❤️ @lucy-268 ❤️ @liaromancewriter ❤️ @jerzwriter ❤️ @axwalker ❤️ @chemist-ana

I am typing this out before bed and I just know I’m gonna wake up in the middle of the night because I have forgotten people, I am SO sorry! I also should apologise for my rambles 😩

Anybody who has ever liked a posted, sent a message or even replied to a comment, please know you never failed to brighten my day so thank you 🌟

#choicesfandomshoutout #choicesspreadkindness #sending everyone so much love #reading everyones posts is the serotonin boost

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bebepac · 3 years

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Six Sentence Sunday 8.08.21

Original Post: 08/08/21 at 12:30PM EST

Happy Sunday Funday Fandom. I hope that you are enjoying your weekend. I have hit my new binge fest on Netflix, which probably I would have hit my goal of finishing 3 chapters this week, however I only made it through two as I was binge watching The Flash. I apparently missed both season 6 and 7, when I was watching season 6, I thought it was season 7 but i was wrong. So I still have the majority of season 7 to catch up on now. I Love Barry and Iris!!!

I guess we can’t complain two out of three ain’t bad yo. So that’s going to continue, since it looks like the outside is getting unsafe again. Our cases in my area are way up again, and I did take the vaccine, at my job we are back to weekly testing again due to the Delta Variant. Masks aren’t mandatory yet but I think I’m going to start wearing mine again just to be safe.

Here’s what you have missed, of the series that I posted this week, in case life or Tumblr tags not cooperating got in the way:

The Life of Riley Book Two: The Home of the Ice Princess

Mia’s 🌎 World: Car Shopping🍋🍋🍋

Thanks for the six sentence tag @khoicesbyk

What are some of my other fellow writers up to? @burnsoslow @dcbbw @speedyoperarascalparty @axwalker @sirbeepsalot @ao719 @phoenixrising308 @sfb123

Going Away Bash: Beaumont Style

The Book: Beyond TRH

University Student Ellie: Chapter 3

The Pairings: Liam x Riley / Ellie x Nic (Ellie x M!OC)

Status: Still in the writing process: This Week’s Wacky Drabble

As the night progressed, the music slowed, and things naturally became more relaxed. Nic walked over to Ellie with a smile.

“May I have this dance?”

Ellie nodded, taking Nic’s hand.

Her brothers and her sister all knew how close Nic and Ellie were. They always seemed to know that they were more than just friends, and her going away to school could potentially change that. Ellie saying goodbye, was going to be incredibly difficult for them, and for the relationship that they currently had.

“Ellie I know why you have to go, but honestly I wish you didn’t. But I really do get it. This has been your life.” Nic’s voice was somber as he spoke.

He waved his hand around the large ballroom in a dramatic fashion. The opulent gowns, the balls, Ellie was wearing the crown jewels worth hundreds of thousands of dollars on her person, but not her tiara. She took him by his hand and led him out to the balcony.

“I know you understand me Nic. Next to my Father, you’re probably second, in who truly understands my heart. I’m sorry this hurts you that I have to leave like this, but I have to.”

“I know....you need this.”

Ellie nodded. “I do. It’s so hard being crown princess sometimes.”

“I can see that. There’s a lot of pressure on you.”

“Maybe your dad will let you come visit me in America. Or you can hitch a ride on the jet when I ask Mother and Father to let my brothers and sister come see me.”

“Ellie, you know my Dad. I barely got to your birthday ball without your father intervening. If he doesn’t let me come visit you, you know where I live.”

She slipped her arms around his neck. “Yes, I know where you live.” She laughed loudly.

“Don’t forget me okay?” Ellie’s voice was soft as she rested her head on his forehead.

“That would never be possible. I should be saying that to you.” Nic whispered.

End of Watch

Just The Way You Are: Chapter 16

The Book: TRR x Perfect Match

The Pairings: Riley x Liam / with past pairing of Riley x Nico (Riley x M!OC) / Hayden!M x Kai!F

Status: Still in the writing process

Warning: Adult Content: TW Panic

*note: The majority of this chapter takes place in Riley’s past. There will be a lot of raw emotion in this chapter.

“I can’t lose Nic too. I need him.”

They needed each other. Maybe it was selfish of her, but Nicolai staying a part of her life after Nico died, had really helped her more than hurt. Even though the boy looked just like his father, and had his mannerisms; he was the only one that truly understood the pain she was feeling. She could see it in his eyes when he looked at her. His little heart had been broken in two after Nico's death, just like hers.

Now that Mama KH had let him start to stay with her, Riley had switched her schedule at work, so she could pick Nic up from school every day. She got a recipe book of crock pot meals so that she could have Nic a hearty dinner every night that they could eat together. Liam would come over for dinner most nights too. They had become their own little family.

“I won’t lose him too.” Riley said aloud in a shaky voice.

She regretted not taking Liam up on his offer to come along with her. He really had a way of putting her at ease, and she desperately needed that in that moment.

Riley held the sides of the sink as she took several breaths trying to calm herself. She was breathing heavily; it felt like sheer panic was gripping every part of her, her heart was thundering in her chest.

Panic was something she had dealt constantly with since Nico's passing. It had crept into her life and sat there like a low hanging dark cloud that loomed ominous over her life.

Riley grabbed her heart as the tears cascaded down her cheeks. Losing Nico was the single most hurtful thing that had ever happened in her life; it had completely annihilated her happy life as she knew it. She would never forget the day she had to say her final goodbye to him, and the tidal wave of pain that hit her life in the months that followed.

The Royal Heir

The Days the Earth Stood Still: Part 1B

The Book: TRR

The Pairings: Riley x Liam / Riley x Nico (TRR MC x M!OC)

Status: Still in the writing process

Note: Remember in this part of the flip Riley knows she’s pregnant going into Liam’s proposal.

*×*×*×*×* The Proposal *×*×*×*×*

He took Riley that evening to Prospect Park. That was where he felt like he came alive. He even had a small backpack like Riley's and it was filled with her survival gear stuff. Riley sipped on the apple juice, smiling at him.

"I know you can't get in the swing in that dress, but Riley but you look amazing in it."

"Oh this old thing?" She said smiling.

“You always look beautiful to me in everything you wear. Even that little eight dollar dress.

Liam jumped in the swing. She smiled as he screamed as he sailed over the pond.

"That almost gave me the courage to do what I came here to do."

"Liam…."

"Riley, since we ran into each other that night I knew in my heart that was where I was meant to be. That my whole entire life was leading me to you. You are like the North Star the way you have guided me into uncharted territory that I was unsure of. I want to pillage and plunder the seven seas with you by my side."

She smiled remembering all the pirate references she had made that first night.

"I knew Riley. I knew you were it for me. When you said yes to stay, I knew we would be here. This night. Together. In the city that I lost my heart, because I gave it to you. The first place I ever got my first taste of pure freedom."

"Liam there's something…"

"You changed my life for the better. I will be forever changed by your love Riley. With you free of the scandal and myself free of my farce of an engagement, I now have the opportunity to ask you the question that's been on my heart since the coronation ball."

"Liam…."

Liam fell to one knee before Riley.

"Riley Antonia Brooks, light of my life, and Queen of My Heart, will you marry me?"

Riley burst into tears before him.

He looked up at her, his sapphire blue eyes sparkled in the night.

Annnnnd it slipped. The equivalent of verbal diarrhea. Not exactly how she wanted to say those words to the King of Cordonia. But then again, how eloquent can one say those words? The way she did it was the equivalent of ripping the bandaid off. Short, sweet, and to the point.

"I'm pregnant."

Liam was completely frozen as he was kneeling before her, the shock registered in his eyes. Not only that, Liam looked confused for a second, his eyes rapidly blinking.

"Did you just say what I think you just said?"

Liam rose to his feet staring at her, his eyes resting on her form. Riley slowly nodded.

"A baby?" He whispered softly. His fingers gently ghosted the stomach of her dress.

"Riley, are you serious?"

She held out the ultrasound picture for him to take, and Liam stared down at picture, his emotions were unreadable.

"We're having a baby? You and me?"

Riley nodded. Riley couldn’t tell how he was taking the news, until he pulled her close to him.

“Riley Brooks you have given me everything I ever wanted in my life.”

Liam burst into tears hugging her.

Still working on: Everything else:

#bebepac writes #six sentence sunday #cfwc sunday six #always more than six #just the way you are #the days the earth stood still #university student ellie #trh fanfic #trh fandom #trr fanfic #trr fandom #crossovers

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moodmusicmonday · 2 years

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Hey, MMM friends!

This is one of those "in-between" weeks where everyone is either writing or super busy with life. So, we did not have the minimum 4 songs to post a playlist for the week.

But...

We do want to give a HUGE shout-out to one of y'all who turned in a song for a recently released fic! In doing so, we want to remind y'all that songs you turn in for MMM can be for recently posted fics as well, not just for future projects! Thanks for setting the example, @alj4890!

So, when y'all get a chance, go show some love and check out @alj4890 newest TRR/TRH fanfic "Alone" (Drake x Olivia). It was inspired by the Lady Gaga song "Hold My Hand" (song linked below).

Y'all rock! Thank you so much for all of the support and the reblogs! We'll see y'all next week! 💜

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argylemnwrites · 3 years

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Mini Hiatus

Haven’t been posting much recently, and for that I apologize. I am very grateful to everyone who has stuck through my bouts of highly erratic posting. Just wanted to give an update, since I hate the thought that my fics look abandoned.

I have my Boards certification examination this month, and so not only has more and more of my free time been devoted to studying, but I’ve also been hit by increasing levels of stress-induced writer’s block. I will only be able to produce a couple hundred of words during hours of writing, and reading them back, I don’t even like them that much.

Since I’m now in crunch time for my exam and because the words just aren’t really going to come until I am past my test, I am going on a semi-hiatus for the next two weeks, with an anticipated return on October 17th. Not only will I not be posting any new writing until then, but I won’t be on here very much either. It won’t be a complete hiatus, but it might take me a while to respond/reply or to see things I’m tagged in - just as a heads up.

Thanks so much for everyone who still cares about my fic! I hope that some day I will be able to stick with a posting schedule for more than a month or two in a row, but right before my Peds Boards... that’s just not gonna happen, hahaha!

Just tagging my lists for my two series, just in case anyone was wondering where I’ve been. If any of you have lost interest and would prefer not to be tagged going forward, I completely understand - just let me know, no hard feelings!

Perma: @mom2000aggie @octobereighth @kingliam2019 @lovingchoices14

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ICWAM: @sunnyxdazed @thequeenofpixels

FoF: @burnsoslow

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angelasscribbles · 2 years

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Now I'm curious!

1, 8, 9, 15, 16 from the OTP asks for Drake x Mc please!! 💕

Thanks @axwalker for the asks!

Riley and Drake:

If you had to change the pairing’s very first meeting, how would you change it? It might be fun to have them meet without Liam in the equation. Then maybe I could stop writing every story with a love triangle and/or polygamous ending. Though I doubt it. Well, in Savage Love they do meet without her knowing Liam (that she realizes anyway). She’s an undercover agent assigned to investigate the Via Imperi at Leo’s request and Drake is a captain in the Cordonian Royal Guard that shows up to pick her up. They hit it off right away and continue with steamy hookups. Then eventually she comes face to face with Liam and realizes he was the scorching one-night stand from months prior (they never exchanged info, not even real names for obvious reasons) and that Liam had been trying to find her ever since. Actually, he had Drake looking for her. Oh, the irony. (and cue love triangle).

Least favorite head canon trope/idea? I was definitely not a fan of the rudeness at the beginning of book one. I know it’s the whole grumpy on the outside, gooey center marshmallow thing, but in the beginning, he just came across as kind of a dick and that’s why I didn’t even consider romancing him on my first play through of book one.

Favorite aspect of them/their relationship dynamics? First of all, the heat and playfulness. Although Drake’s protectiveness is pretty hot. Both Tariq and Neville found out the hard way in Complicated not to put hands on Riley.

Which character of the pairing do you like more? (Would you ever pair yourself with them?) So this is so hard. While no version of Riley I write is wholly me, there are pieces of me in every version of her. But if Drake were real, I would definitely be in love with him. I’m gonna go with Drake and yes.

Which character of your pairing would be the one to break up with the other? Why? Well I can’t imagine that ever happening unless Drake got it in his head that it was for her own good, then he’d do it out of his sense of nobility and protectiveness.

#character asks #angelasscribbles #drake walker #trr

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axwalker · 3 years

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CREEP 4: I wish I was special

Pairing: Drake Walker x MC (Lexie O’Brien) Book TRR

MASTERLIST

Synopsis: Drake is a hurt, angry teenager. After being rejected by Lexie, he spends two years bullying her until he discovers the horrible truth behind her rejection.

In this chapter: Lexie and Drake spend a lot of time together. I’ve have to be honest this is a filler chapter with a bit a lot of smut 🤷🏽‍♀️

A/N: Drake’s and Lexie’s POV.

Words: 4,470

WARNINGS: SMUT! Parental abuse, domestic violence, toxic love, abuse, bullying.

THIS IS NOT YOUR USUAL MARSHMALLOW DRAKE. He was abandoned as a boy, he’s tortured and he doesn’t know how to express love.

This is a dark love story. If you think this might trigger you, PLEASE do not read it.

ALL MY FICS ARE 18+

TAGS ON THE COMMENTS –As this is darker than usual; I’m only tagging the people who commented in the previous chapters. If you want to get on or off the list for this fic; please do not hesitate to ask!!

Drake

I can’t believe I’m here. I can’t believe I’m holding Lexie in my arms, and this is happening.

Damn. She tastes even better than I imagined. Soft lips, the flavor of cherries and mint and something singularly Lexie. So, fucking sweet. Her innocent tongue is hesitant at first to play with mine, making her surrender even more satisfying. She’s been the center of my world for years. She’s everything I crave, and I didn’t know how to handle the rejection of the only person who matters to me. I know that’s not an excuse; I know that I don’t fucking deserve her. Hell, if I were a better man, a man that wasn’t starving for her, I’d live her alone.

She makes me stumble into the bed- when her thighs tighten around me, and she allows me inside her perfect little mouth with hot strokes of my tongue, my hands aching over the softness of her hair, her cheeks, absorbing her unique textures with my palms.

Get yourself out of my system. My heart has just awakened again, and it breaks painfully; when I think about her words, I make a pitiful sound into the kiss. Ah God. The best night of my life could be the night Lexie cuts me off for good, and I don’t know how to stop it from happening. She’s attracted to me, but I’ve hurt her too badly to contemplate a future. A man with more self-control, maybe an older one, might stop this now. Demand to talk, to explain to her I’ve loved her for so long and so fucking deep that I can’t see straight. That I let my insecurity act on my name. But right now, I can do nothing but soak up every inch, take as much as I can before she wants me gone. I let her mouth go momentarily, kissing down her jawline to her neck, trying to memorize exactly how she smells, how she tastes in every single part of her. How she sounds when she moans brokenly when she shifts her pussy against my lap. Then does it again.

“Feels good,” she whispers, her voice barely loud enough to hear above the storm. “Drake.”

I want to give her a first time she’ll think about every hour for the rest of her life, but I’m… I’m quickly recognizing my inexperience. I’m not as practiced at sex as she thinks. Only one girl before I met her. After seeing those deep brown eyes, no one else would do it for me. But I have been fucking starving for it for years. With this girl. So when she rubs against my cock and whispers, “feels good,” I almost come against in my jeans.

I have to force myself not to grip her butt cheeks and grind her down while I thrust up, giving myself enough friction to finish. Christ, don’t finish. Please. I’ve been blessed with an opportunity I don’t deserve. A night with Lexie. A chance to make her first time perfect—and that’s what I’m going to do, even if it kills me.

A thunder rumbles in the sky outside as she makes urgent, breathy noises, her fingers grabbing my T-shirt. She strips it off over my head, her palms slowly brushing the shape of my chest up to my arms, leaning in to kiss the hollow of my throat, the underside of my chin. Heat burns me from the inside, growing hotter with every touch of those lips on my body—and no, no, no, I can never live without her. I’ll fade and die without her touch. Get into her system, not out of it. Get deeper. So deep she can’t take me out. As deep as she is inside me. I know she’ll never love me as I do her, but I need her anyway. With those directions clear and loud in the back of my head, I move toward the bed and drop down to my knees, gently laying Lexie on her back, kissing her incredible mouth while my fingers fumble with the button and zipper of her jeans. I’m touching Lexie’s pussy through denim, and again, I want her so fucking badly, I’m worried I’m going to ruin everything, but I grit my teeth and start to slide the jeans down her legs. As soon as the soft, soft flesh of her thighs is revealed, I tilt my face up and shut my eyes closed. God, oh God.

“What’s wrong?” she whispers, lifting her hips so I can remove the pants. “You’re so beautiful; I’m trying not to come just looking at you,” I groan, tossing her jeans aside, taking several deep breaths to get myself under control, before giving in to the overwhelming temptation to see Lexie in panties. No amount of imagination could have done her justice. The shy inward turn of her left knee, the light blue panties that rapidly become see-through, thanks to how wet she is. The slit of her sex. My senses are overloaded, my breathing uneven.

Then she blushes and bites her lip, and I understand that she’s as nervous as I am. Probably more. Fuck, this is not about me. This is about the beautiful, sweet girl underneath me. I take a moment to look at her face; her eyes are shining, her cheeks pink, her mouth is swollen from being kissed. I’m an eighteen-year-old man who –for three years, has only climaxed from jerking off, and because of that, my instinct now is to take my cock out and come all over the goddess in front of me. I’ll come so hard. All over her. But this is more than sex. I’m being allowed sex with the girl of my dreams. My dick is in disbelief, painfully hard and dripping with pre-come in my boxers, begging to come inside of her, instead of out. And Lexie…her eyes are locked on it in wonder, lips in an O shape. I’m going to be looking at that beautiful face when she takes my cock inside of her, feeling me move, stealing her innocence. Jesus. How am I going to last?

“Lexie,” I groan through my teeth, trying to explain with that single word how fucking horny she makes me. She’s still staring at the bulge in my jeans.

“Am I…should I…” I’ve never heard her with that husky tone of voice before. “Does it go in my mouth first?”

I shudder so hard, my jaw almost breaks. “Christ, don’t say that, baby. Fuck.” I’m a beast right now, ripping down my zipper and shoving my hand inside, beating off the raw length of my dick, my eyes traveling from her face, to her tits, to her pussy. Then circling back and starting at the beginning, telling her how fucking gorgeous she is. A fucking goddess. And Lexie seems to sense my desperation and overcome her shyness because she takes down her panties and kicks them away, baring herself to me. Ironically, when I should ultimately explode because the vision she creates is such perfection, I’m determined with purpose instead. With responsibility. As soon as her pussy is out, all I can think about is tasting it, giving her an orgasm and my own sexual pain takes an immediate back seat, my jerking hand slowing in the lap of my jeans. The sight of Lexie’s body hypnotizes me.

“Can I touch you?” She nods shyly but eagerly, holding her breath. I hold mine, too, my palms gently grazing up her inner thighs and pushing them apart, spreading the pink slit between her legs, revealing the secrets I need to learn or I’ll die unsatisfied. “Tell me when I do something that feels good.”

Slowly, I trace a thumb down the split of her pussy and her back arches, her gasp is the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. “There,” I say in a rush, finally exhaling, tracing the edges of the nub that made her eyes roll back in her head. “Can I lick you here, baby?” Her hands fly to the mattress, fingers digging into the blanket.

“Yes.”

Fuck. I get to give her head. I’m down on my stomach in a heartbeat, rubbing my nose through her slick folds, inhaling Lexie, something peachy, gently dragging my tongue side to side over that little button. The sight of it makes my cock pound, my tongue licking toward it automatically, on reflex…and Lexie loses her fucking mind. A sexy sound fills my ears, her fingers sinking into my hair, pulling me closer. It’s like winning a gold medal at the Olympics. Knowing I found the exact spot that could get that reaction out of my girl has almost made me come right then. My tongue is worshipping her until I’m devouring her, doubting between French kissing her wet little pussy and teasing that perfect spot, her cries making the sweetest music in my ears.

“Drake. Drake. Don’t stop. Don’t. Please, please, please.”

When she comes, I swear to God, the taste of her is so sweet, so incredible, I go a little insane.

“I-I’m ready, Drake. Please.”

Despite how fucking bad I want her, I must make sure she wants this. I take a deep breath to calm my fucking dick, then I bend down to kiss her cute little nose and ask her, “Are you sure about this?”

She nods “Yes. God, yes.”

“I don’t have a condom. I don’t—”

“I’m on the pill. I went to the doctor myself to regulate my periods. Are you --uhm clean?”

I’ve only been with one girl three years ago, and we were safe. “I am.”

“Then I’m sure, Drake. Please, I want you so badly.”

With a choked sound, I take hold of my cock and press it to her center, my life flashing in front of my eyes when I slide in a single inch and her wet pussy clenches around me like a fist. “Oh. Fuck.” I drop my face into her neck, raking my teeth against it, my hips burning with the need to thrust. Claim. Pound her into the ground.

“Are you okay, baby?” Fuck, her eyes are shut, a painful expression in her innocent face.

“I just need a moment, Drake.”

“I’ll give you anything you need, baby.” I don’t need to think about anything to distract myself. The mere fact of knowing she’s hurting is more than enough to sober me up. I cage her head in my arms and kiss her softly. I look her in the eyes, and there’s something in her eyes I’ve never seen before. Trust.

“I lied to you, Lexie. I’ve only been with one person like this. But that was before you. Since then, I’ve never wanted to touch anyone but you. Never been hard for anything but this…” I feel her adjusting to me, so I force in another inch. It feels better than I could’ve ever imagined. “This sweet little pussy.” I search Lexie’s flushed face and find her looking at me in wonder, surprise.

“You…waited for me.” she whispers.

My nod is jerky, teeth clenched. “You really haven’t figured it out yet? You can’t tell I’m obsessed with you?” I drop hard kisses all over her face, her hair, her neck. “You can’t tell I would murder, lie and steal just to have you look at me?” Her breath comes in tight pants, brown eyes glazed.

“I need more. You’ve been hiding from me for two years, acting like someone else. But this…this is honest. I-I want to feel it.”

“Soon. Soon. Just let me get myself under control.”

“Please, Drake.” Her expression is enthralled, imploring. “Fall apart.”

I “Lexie, please. I don’t want to hurt you, baby. I want to make it perfect for you.”

She gives me one of those smiles I craved so much, and catching her bottom lip between her teeth, she reaches down and sinks her fingernails into my ass, yanking me close and impaling herself on my rigid cock. Fuck, I want to be gentle with her, I need to but damn if she’s not making it difficult. I bury myself to the hilt, and she gasps

“Hurts,” she says. “You’re too big. It’s too big.”

“What?” I struggle for awareness, my eyes unfocused as I search her face.

“Too big…” “It hurts.” Horror hits me. I’m hurting Lexie. My Lexie. Fuck no. “No, I’ll stop.”

“No.” She tightens her legs around my hips. “Just go slow.”

I kiss her front. “I’ll go as slow as you need me to.” My eyes focus on her pretty face. She’s so perfectly delicate. “You’re sure, baby?”

“Yes.” She kisses my mouth to reassure me, and I groan, melting at her touch, gently rolling in and out of her. It’s a painful effort to keep the slow pace, but I want her to enjoy this. I stop for a few seconds, and I search her face. If she’s still in pain, I’ll pull out of her no matter what she says. But her lips are parted, and she seems to be getting there with me, so I continue to thrust, rhythmic and measured, our eyes hot on one another. Her tight little pussy is making me insane.

“You’ve been driving me crazy,” I growl, kissing her neck. “The smell of you in class. The shape of your neck and hips and that perfect hair moving in front of me. Perfect, so perfect, so mine. And you wouldn’t even give me your eyes. It broke me. But you’ve always been mine, no matter what, huh? Nothing can change that.” I lick her neck, her throat, her mouth. I move a little faster and she cries of pleasure. “Be mine, Lexie.”

I put my hand between us and touched her at the same spot I did when I kissed her sex. Her reaction is immediate.

“Oh god, Drake. Just there. This is—God.”

She cries one last time, and I can feel her pleasure squeezing my cock as she comes.

An invisible string is cut when I’m finally down the other side of my peak, my heaving body collapsing on top of Lexie’s. “Lexie?” I kiss her forehead, her cheeks. “I’m… God. Are you okay?”

Her nod gets my blood running again.

“It finally happened,” I say, almost hoping she didn’t hear me.

“What did?”

“My fantasy came true.”

The smile she gives me is almost shy. And somehow, that’s the best part of our perfect night.

Lexie

Over the years, my mother’s voice has started to fade from my head, but I can remember her saying, “Santo Dios,” when something interested her. Or made her sit up and take notice. And watching the muscles of Drake’s back move in the darkness, I mouth those words to myself. Santo Dios. After we… After what happened … I don’t know what to call what we did. I’m scared to call it “making love.” “Sex” sounds too shallow for something so intense. “Fucking” sounds too crude, too impersonal, when what passed between us couldn’t have been more personal.

All this time, I pictured Drake meeting girls on the weekends, forgetting all about me in a quest for momentary bliss. But that wasn’t the case at all. He’s been…he waited. He waited for me. When making that confession, the raw honesty in his eyes left absolutely no doubt that he…feels something for me. Quite a lot, if I can believe what a man says in the heat of the moment. None of what Drake said felt like bullshit, though. Or a man telling a woman what she wants to hear. It was as if he’d been holding it in and pleasure broke the dam of secrets, making his walls collapsed all around me. Leaving me with the ruins of all this new knowledge.

I sit on the back porch of the cabin, arms wrapped around my knees, watching Drake connect the generator so we can have light. Thanks to the storm, the electricity isn’t working. Now, shirtless, he works on his knees in front of the machine, a frown of focus between his dark brows. Every minute or so, he stops working to glance over at me, his throat bobbing, his eyes watchful and hungry, the outline of his erection back to pressing against the front of his jeans. My newfound feminine vibrates, demands attention. I was too tired to put my pants back on, so I’m dressed in panties and a T-shirt. My lack of clothing feels forbidden, as does being alone at a cabin with a boy. For the whole night. And I don’t know what to do about the desire he’s fueled inside of me. I don’t know what to do with the excitement of knowing we’re both new –or almost, at exploring the bodies of the opposite sex…and all the ways we could do it now. Inside the cabin. Alone. No one to hear us, judge us, see us. No getting in trouble. Nothing holding us back. Except for what he did to me for two bitterly long years. Except for the fact that I need to get far away from here, from my father, and it won’t do me any good to get attached to this magnetic boy.

There can only be one night. I need to make a fresh start. I need to cut myself clean off from everything that has made me feel sad and broken in the past—and whether my heart likes it or not, Drake Walker is one of those things.

He’s looking at me right now like he knows exactly what I’m thinking. And it’s that kind of intuition he seems to have about me that is going to get me into trouble. Going to make me second-guess my determination to leave him here along with everyone and everything else I’ve grown up with.

Drake sets down the tool in his hand and flips a switch, lighting up the porch. “Looks like it’s working.”

“Yeah.”

He sends me a tight smile. “They don’t call me a handyman for nothing.” It occurs to me in that moment that I don’t know a lot about Drake’s private life. I know he lives in a trailer on the other side of town. And the horrible story he told me about his family, but not much more.

I want to escape this place. Does he? “Are you…planning on hanging around Portavira after graduation?”

His movements pause ever so slightly, but I catch it. “Hadn’t thought too much about it.”

“Really?”

“No,” he sighs. “That’s a lie.” Kneeling in front of the toolbox, his jaw tightens, his gaze eventually making its way back to me. “And I don’t want to lie to you anymore, Lexie.”

“Then don’t,” I say quickly, holding my breath.

“I know you want to go to college and make something of yourself, but that -that’s not an option for me. I’m just going to stay here trying to fix this old house and honor my dad’s memory.”

He evades my gaze, and the reason why is painfully obvious. “You have nothing, nothing to be ashamed about, Drake. What you’re doing with this cabin is amazing; if this is what you want to do, you should”.

Even in the muted moonlight, I can see the reddening of his cheekbones. “Believe me, for the rest of my life, I’m going to hate myself for how I treated you. I thought…”

“What?”

He shakes his head, but answers anyway. “That night at your house, I thought when you found out I what I did for a living, that I was there to repair your roof…you remembered I wasn’t good enough for you. That you looked down on me. I thought you were ignoring me all this time because you regretted everything that happened, everything you said. You had a momentary lapse of judgement and went back onto your pedestal, out of reach of my filthy hands. It hurt to think I disgusted you. It hurt and I took it out on you.” At the end of his explanation, my mouth is hanging open. No wonder he was so mad, lashing out all the time. He thought I was ignoring him because I thought myself better. Above him. For a prideful person like Drake, being ignored because of his status would have stung worse than anything else.

“Why are you only telling me this now?”

“Because it sounds like an excuse—and I’m not making one. Ever.”

“I didn’t think I was better than you. I missed you.” That strong chest of his starts to rise and fall quickly, his gaze penetrating me through the darkness. “I know that sounds silly. It was just one night.”

“No. I missed you, too.” He takes a step in my direction. “Still do.” His eyes close and he releases a bumpy breath. “Brutally, baby. I’ve never stopped wanting—fuck-craving you like a madman. It just killed me to see how you were so gentle and kind to everyone but me. Even before I started -bullying you.”

Nerve tingle everywhere on my body, the need to touch and be touched by Drake increasing the temperature of my skin rapidly, making my breasts feel full, my legs weak. I’ve never tried drugs, but I understand now what addiction must be like. Fighting a pull, battling a self-destructive urge, promises an incredible high before the inevitable downward spiral. If I give him the slightest encouragement, he’s going to bring me inside and…be with me again.

Is that what I want? Yes.

Will giving in to my physical urges make it much harder when I have to leave town for good? Yes. Yes.

There isn’t anything casual about Drake and me. And how can I begin to rebuild my pride, my life, if my first act of independence is giving my body to the person who made me cry so many times since sophomore year, I’ve lost count? I search for a way to change the subject. To take the focus off the connection dragging us back together.

“Well.” I dampen my lips. “I don’t think I’ll go to college anymore. My father hid all my acceptance letters. He was never really going to let me go.” I intertwine my fingers together and tighten them until they leach of color. “Tonight, was the first time I ever spoke back to him. I was just so angry.” Several beats pass.

“Of course, you were.” He drops down onto the back porch, a couple of feet to my right, staring out into the trees. “Hell, Lexie. I’m sorry he did that.”

I nod. “I did a lot of thinking on the back of your bike. It’s good for that. Thinking. Isn’t it?”

“Yeah. When you don’t want to think… it’s good for that, too.”

“Hmm.”

He looks over at me; hands clasped loosely between his bent knees. “What did you think about?”

“College. How to salvage the original plan.” I feel kind of jumpy, sharing my ideas with Drake, with anyone, I’ve kept things to myself for so long, not confiding in my classmates, not getting close to others, lest my father find a way to blacken the connection. To make people sorry for interacting with me. “I was thinking…maybe I could go and see the school guidance counselor. I need all my transcripts to apply to college here in Cordonia. Once I do that, things might get easier. There has to be a way to make it work. Even if it is a little late to apply.”

Drake nods, frowning like he’s giving my plan some serious thought. “It’s not safe for you to go back to the school, Lexie. I’ll go. I’ll do whatever you need. Pick up your transcripts or anything else. We can find a library around here to fill out the applications online…” My heart thumps heavily. All that time spent with him, getting deeper and deeper. It wouldn’t be wise. “You don’t have to do all of that.”

“I want to.”

His eyes are hopeful. I shouldn’t allow that hope. Nor should I rely on him for things I need to do myself. Things that will be required to take control of my life. “It’s not safe for you at the school, either. What if my father presses assault charges?” As soon as I ask the question, I shake my head. “Never mind. He’d never do that. People would know you bested him. They’d know what he did to me, too—and he’d never, never allow that. There’s nothing more important to him than his reputation.”

“So I’ll go to the school for you?” he asks, quietly, almost too casually, but I can see the tension in his shoulders, the set of his jaw. It’s not a simple question. If I say yes to this favor, it means our…relationship will extend beyond one night. To include tomorrow—Sunday—plus Monday morning, before the school opens. It adds time to the us I know he still wants. Do I have a choice, though? My father could be there waiting for me, and that terrifies me more than my feelings for Drake do. What he’s willing to do could help me tremendously. Could start me on the path to a new beginning. “Yes,” I whisper. “You’ll go.”

Drake swallows loudly, his eyelids closing. When he opens his eyes again, his gaze traces my bare thighs hungrily. We have until Monday now. What are we going to do with all that time? That question hangs in the air, unspoken, but louder than a shout. I can almost feel the binds tightening us together, strengthening until they become impossible to snap. And it scares me, but I need him too, even if it’s for a few days. Always loved being scared, electrified, by beautiful things, and bare-chested in the moonlight, Drake is by far the most beautiful of all.

“Lexie…” he breathes, swallowing loudly. “I want to taste you again?” Heat envelops me, invades me. I’ve always worried I need to touch myself too often. That I have a more pronounced sexual appetite than I’m supposed to have at my age. But as Drake kneels on the lower stair in front of me and separates my thighs, kissing a path toward my apex, I know he’s the reason. Drake is the reason I’ve been riding the heel of my hand, crying frustration into my pillow, night after night after night. He’s the one that inspires the excruciating arousal—and I don’t have a shot in hell of saying no to him. Not when it comes to being physical. I just have to remember to say no to anything more. Anything beyond this. “Yes…” I lean back on my elbows. “Do it.”

He does, and we spend the next hours lost on each other.

#axwalker writes #drake x mc #drake walker #trr high school #trr au fanfic #drake x lexie #tw abuse #tw bullying #tw violence #n*sfw

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