#comforting him in private. reaching out to daniel again and again and again

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Everyone moved on but I stayed there

[lsunstreakerl]

1.4k darkbull! max POV, post-kidnapping, domestic max/carlos/daniel/oscar. featuring a question that makes everybody internally panic and pancakes. no smut, but darkbull, so. mature content implied and all that.

It slips out when Max is in the bath. Oscar is sitting on the floor, back against the wall as he scrolls his phone, Carlos is in the kitchen, and Daniel is behind Max, gently running shampoo through his hair.

"Did Red Bull kill my dad?"

He can feel Daniel freeze against him, and Oscar stops scrolling, eyes widening as he fights to stay still. Daniel recovers first, folding a palm across Max's eyes.

"I'm going to rinse."

Max dutifully keeps them shut as warm water rushes across his hair, a few stray drops running down his nose. Daniel's fingers are confident as they scrub across his scalp, and Max is relaxed, feels more like a human shaped lump of goo than anything else.

"Where'd that come from?"

His voice is even, but Max notices the thin thread of tension, the lack of outright denial. Oscar is still tense, but his fingers are moving on the screen, texting someone. They've all got the wrong idea.

"I don't care if they did, I am just..."

He leans his cheek against Daniel's shoulder, sighing. He's so comfortable here, spoiled by his three boyfriends.

"I am wondering."

Daniel hums softly, one hand stroking across Max's side underwater. He does it frequently when he's nervous, like a self soothing motion, except he does it to Max. It works well, always makes Max want to dip back into his fuzzy headspace where he doesn't have to think at all.

"I wasn't around for that, so I wouldn't know, and neither would Oscar. I'm sure if you have suspicions GP would talk to you about it."

It's a good deflection. Max doesn't care that much, it's really only crossed his mind because they're reaching Jos' death date. Normally he doesn't think about it at all, but in light of everything that's happened with Charles, learning about the trackers and the drugs... the idea had crossed his mind, and he hasn't be able to shake it.

"Okay."

He stays curled into Daniel as he's lifted out of the bath, and then Oscar has a warm towel scrubbing at his head, and Daniel has wrapped him in another one. Max leans into it, finally getting his feet underneath him, and he snorts when Oscar lifts the towel and he can see his hair in the mirror.

"Osc, mate."

Daniel laughs, ruffling his hair further, and there's an amused note to Oscar's voice.

"You look like a hedgehog."

He leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

"But a sexy hedgehog."

"A what—"

Max cuts himself off with a laugh, squinting at Oscar. Daniel squeezes his hip, dropping another kiss at Max's shoulder. They'd fucked him before he got in the bath, but sometimes they like going again afterwards— Carlos claims it's something about seeing him so relaxed, naked except for his jewelry that never comes off.

Still. Max wants to eat first if he's going to be coming again.

"Dinner?"

His voice is hopeful, and both Daniel and Oscar seem to snap back to themselves, nodding. Max slips into a pair of shorts— they must be from the private AlphaTauri line, because they're shorter than anything else he owns, with an embroidered Red Bull logo just above his thigh. The shirt is definitely not his, wide in the shoulders and well worn. It probably belongs to Carlos, but Max knows he doesn't care.

The kitchen smells like cinnamon, and Max makes it two steps behind the kitchen island before Carlos is tapping at his nose, gently nudging him back out.

"No, I'm not done yet."

Max wrinkles his nose, resisting the urge to sneeze. There's flour on Carlos' hands, which means there's probably flour on his nose now as well.

"But you are making pancakes."

Carlos grins, pointing a finger at him.

"Yes, making. As in, I am still working on them."

Max will eat raw batter, he doesn't mind. He tries to sidestep Carlos and get past him, but he feels Oscar's hands wrap around his waist, tugging him back into a slim chest.

"Don't worry Carlos, Danny and I will keep him entertained."

Max pouts, but he lets himself be dragged into the living room, immediately perking up when he realizes Daniel is laid out on the couch, loading up Call of Duty. Oscar groans, dragging over a large pillow on the floor as he sits, back leaned against the couch. Max curls up just behind him, folded shins resting against his shoulders as he takes his own controller.

------

He wins every round. Oscar is getting better, but Daniel is still completely hopeless, and demands kisses after each lost round as reparations for how Max must be cheating. Max tells him primly that is of course not how it works, but indulges him anyway, settling halfway into Daniel's lap. His fingers creep up Max's thigh under the hem of his shorts higher each time, and he grins against Max's mouth when he shivers.

"Daniel."

Oscar sounds mildly annoyed, flicking Daniel's knee.

"Food."

Daniel sighs, shifting Max off of his lap.

"Killjoy."

Oscar is the strictest of the three of them about trying to keep Max on a schedule during non racing weeks. Max thinks it has something to do with how he'd seen him with Charles, constantly disoriented and begging for anything.

If they wanted to keep Max tied down for an entire day, he'd let them. But he's unsure if it would bring back bad memories or not, and Oscar seems to know Max's limits even better than he does, so he likes to listen.

He curls into his side of the couch, eyelids heavy, dropping one arm off the side to clasp his fingers together with Oscar. They've all been perfect this week, always knowing exactly what Max needs.

Oscar squeezes back, repositioning slightly so Max can be comfortable. Daniel has switched to a different channel— there's a sailing competition on now— and Max can hear Carlos singing softly in the kitchen as he drifts back off.

------

There's a heavy hand dragging through his hair, and Max can smell cinnamon and Carlos' cologne, blearily waking up. Carlos is leaned back against the couch, and he has Max pulled on top of him, lying against his chest. Max shifts with a small noise as the conversation around him cuts off, and then Carlos' fingers are tipping his chin up, kissing him gently.

He sighs into it, eyes still half shut. Daniel has a palm curled warm over his ankle, and Oscar has his head resting against his thigh. Carlos pulls back, reaching over to a plate on the coffee table, tearing off a chunk of the pancake at the top of the stack.

Max shifts, preparing to wiggle his arm out and grab it, but Carlos uses his arm across Max's stomach and tugs him back in place, hand splayed wide across his skin. Max rolls his eyes but drops his mouth open, letting Carlos nudge the piece between his teeth.

They've all got their own little kinks they think he doesn't know about— Daniel with his blindfolds, Oscar with his tears, Carlos and his constant need to be taking care of Max in his entirety. There's been a few times where Max has been near or entirely immobilized, and while the other two flit in and out, Carlos never leaves.

Max used to think Carlos got off on his helplessness, and sometimes he still does, but he's learned over the years that Carlos enjoys the softness just as much. The quiet moments where he's kneeling in front of Max and wiping at his lashes, when he holds him close in the evenings and presses kisses into his hair.

Moments like this one, where he's carefully tearing off chunks of pancake to feed to Max. Max goes along with it like he always does, listening to Carlos' heartbeat under his ear, playfully nipping at his fingertips when he's not quick enough to withdraw his hand.

He's fairly confident they don't want to fuck again. Everything's too languid, orange light spilling in through the window, syrupy slow and sweet. There's a chance they end up falling asleep out here— a rarity, but not unheard of.

He stretches his legs further into Daniel's lap, twisting to tuck his face into the crook of Carlos' shoulder. GP will want to talk to him about Jos tomorrow, because Max has no doubts that was who Oscar had texted, but for now he's content just like this, spoiled and sleepy.

[perlapulido]

Never Cross The Queen

Summary: Daliah never thought she'd be free from the prison thanks to a stranger. She felt lost when she noticed the changes and can't go back from it. But slowly her past pulls her back like endless nightmare and ready to fight back.

Ch7

Daenerys stepped out of the limo not taking Vlad's hand to help her out. She walked with him inside his private penthouse where their date is. It wasn't easy sneaking out with Danny and Jazz on her making sure she was okay with going out with Vlad. He even threatened Danny to get Skulker and more ghosts after him if he tried anything.

She was feeling nervous since she'd never done anything like this with Pariah, even before that she was just a candle maker. She always thought her life would be like that—simple, predictable. Now here she was, wearing a black dress that Jazz had insisted looked "killer" on her, stepping into the kind of luxury she'd only heard stories about.

"I hope the ride was comfortable," Vlad said, his voice smooth as he gestured toward the living room. "I've prepared dinner myself. Nothing too fancy."

Daenerys almost laughed. The man's definition of "not fancy" included crystal glasses and what looked like solid gold silverware.

"It's... a lot," she admitted, fidgeting with the hem of her dress. "I'm not used to all this."

"That makes two of us," Vlad replied with a small smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Despite appearances, I prefer simplicity. But sometimes..." he trailed off, looking around at his extravagant surroundings, "sometimes we build cages of our own making."

Something about his words hit her hard. Wasn't that what she'd been doing? Living in memories of a past that couldn't be changed?

"I know about cages," she said quietly.

Vlad studied her face for a moment. "I believe you do."

He pulled out a chair for her at the table, and this time she accepted the gesture. The city lights glittered below through floor-to-ceiling windows, reminding her how far she'd come from that small cell.

"So," Vlad said, pouring her a glass of deep red wine, "tell me more about your candle making. I find it fascinating how something so simple can bring such joy."

Daenerys relaxed a bit as they fell into easy conversation. She found herself talking about scents and colors, about how she used to mix herbs to create different effects. Vlad listened with genuine interest, asking questions that showed he was actually paying attention.

"You know," she said, twirling pasta around her fork, "I didn't expect to enjoy myself tonight."

Vlad chuckled. "Is that a compliment or an insult?"

"Maybe a bit of both," she admitted with a small smile.

As the evening wore on, Daenerys found herself laughing more than she had in... well, centuries. Vlad had a sharp wit that matched her own, and though she stayed guarded, she couldn't deny she was having fun.

"It's getting late," Vlad finally said, glancing at his watch. "I should get you back before young Daniel organizes a search party."

The ride back was quiet but comfortable. When they pulled up to Fenton Works, Vlad walked her to the door.

"I'd like to do this again," he said, his voice softer than usual. "Perhaps next week?"

Before she could answer, the door flew open. Danny stood there, green flashing in his eyes.

"You're late," he said, glaring at Vlad.

"By seven minutes, Daniel. Hardly worth the dramatics," Vlad replied coolly.

"Thanks for dinner," Daenerys said quickly, stepping between them. "It was... nice."

Danny grabbed her arm and pulled her inside, slamming the door in Vlad's face. Daenerys yanked her arm free, irritation flashing through her.

"What is wrong with you?" she hissed.

"He's dangerous, Dae. You don't know him like I do."

"And you don't know me at all if you think I can't handle myself," she snapped. Without warning, her chains materialized, crackling with energy. She gave Danny a small shock—just enough to make him yelp and jump back.

"Don't ever grab me like that again," she warned, then turned and headed upstairs to Jazz's room.

She closed the door behind her, leaning against it with a sigh. As she slipped out of Jazz's fancy dress, Daenerys couldn't help but wonder if she was making a mistake. Vlad was dangerous—she could sense that much. But then again, so was she.

Later that night, when the Fenton household had fallen quiet, Daenerys slipped out through the window. The cool night air kissed her skin as she transformed, her human form melting away to reveal her ghostly appearance. The chains around her wrists clinked softly as she soared through the night sky.

The ghost prison loomed ahead, its stark walls a familiar sight that somehow still made her stomach tighten. Walker would be waiting. She'd arranged this meeting days ago, knowing that establishing some control in the Ghost Zone was essential.

She landed silently in the courtyard, where Walker stood with his arms crossed, his skeletal face impassive as always.

"You're late," he said, his voice echoing against the prison walls.

"Had a prior engagement," she replied coolly. "Shall we get down to business?"

Walker gestured toward his office, and she followed him inside. The place was just as austere as she remembered—all hard edges and rule books stacked in perfect alignment.

"I've reviewed the laws as they stand," Walker began, sliding a thick book across the desk. "Most were established under Pariah's rule."

Daenerys ran her fingers over the cover. "And they need updating."

"That's putting it mildly," Walker snorted. "Half these rules were made just to keep ghosts in line through fear."

"And your rules aren't?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

Walker's permanent grin seemed to widen. "My rules have purpose. Order. Structure. Not just punishment for punishment's sake."

Daenerys opened the book, flipping through pages of ancient ghost law. Some made sense—prohibitions against using certain powers that could destabilize the Ghost Zone itself. Others were clearly just Pariah's way of maintaining control through terror.

"I'm willing to recognize your authority here," she said carefully. "The prison serves a purpose. But I want reform."

"Reform?" Walker repeated, sounding the word out like it was foreign to him.

"Rehabilitation for minor offenders. Actual trials before sentencing. No more thousand-year sentences for trivial infractions."

Walker stared at her for a long moment. "You've been in the human world too long."

"Maybe." She leaned forward. "Or maybe I've been imprisoned long enough to know the difference between justice and revenge."

They spent hours going through the rulebook, debating, arguing, occasionally finding common ground. By the time dawn approached in the human world, they had sketched out a framework for a new system.

"This might actually work," Walker admitted grudgingly. "With you backing these changes, even the more powerful ghosts might fall in line."

"That's the idea." Daenerys stood, stretching. "I should get back before I'm missed."

Walker walked her to the entrance. "You know," he said, almost conversationally, "some ghosts are saying you're getting soft. Human world's rubbing off on you."

Daenerys turned to him, her eyes glowing dangerously. "Then remind them that i was human some of those ghosts were and if they dont like it. Let them say it to my face."

Walker chuckled, a rare sound from the prison warden. "That's what I thought. We'll meet again next week to finalize these changes."

She nodded and took flight, the first hints of sunrise warming her back as she headed toward Fenton Works. She slipped back in through the window just as Jazz's alarm clock began to ring.

For a moment, she paused at the window, looking out at the awakening town. She was living in two worlds now—trying to find her place in the human world while restructuring the Ghost Zone. It was exhausting, but for the first time in centuries, she felt like she had purpose.

And maybe, just maybe, she was starting to feel something like hope.

[glitchy-npc]

Sunsets

Done as part of a gift exchange on patreon my little contribution for my giftee @firststrikerr

Fallen Hero - Marion/Daniel - mostly fluff but a bit moody about it

1408 words.

Marion presses their fingers into their eyes hard enough to see stars. It helps, in a way, even not-quite-light is better than total darkness and the pain is almost enough to chase away the lingering remnants of the nightmare. 

Almost.

Shit.

They try to regulate their breathing, heart still beating too fast, trying to forget what their subconscious refuses to keep buried. Too bad trying not to think about something only makes them think about it more. They need a distraction, sugar has always been good for a quick hit of dopamine but they find their thoughts wandering to something new but just as sweet.    

Daniel.

Shit. 

When did thoughts of Daniel start to become synonymous with comfort? His soft golden butterfly thoughts and an even brighter smile. A genuine smile, as hard as it is to believe. One they still can’t believe he’s all too happy to aim at them.

Marion glances at their alarm clock. 6:30pm. They hadn’t meant to fall asleep in the first place, just rest their eyes, a little reprieve from the near constant exhaustion of running three separate lives, and now it’s late afternoon.

And they’re daydreaming about a certain Ranger. 

No need to get their hopes up. He’s probably busy, or working, or any number of excuses they could make, but their hands are already reaching for their phone and dialing his number before they have a chance to regret it. 

It rings twice before Daniel answers, his voice bright and happy. “Marion! Good to hear from you, what's up?”

It’s enough to tease a small smile from the corner of Marion's scarred lips. “Hey…um…” They really hadn’t thought this one through but hanging up and chucking their phone halfway across the room seems a bit drastic. “Are you busy?” At least this way Daniel can get out of it if he wants. 

“I was just going to do some sketching, do you want to meet up?” He asks, too good at reading them. He doesn’t ask what's wrong, he doesn’t need to, Marion never calls just to chat.

“Sure…I’ll meet you at the park in 30.” They hang up a little too fast but they know Daniel would offer to give them a lift and they’re not about to let him know where they live. Not yet, maybe never. Never would be safer. But sometimes they wonder…

Enough daydreaming. They hastily throw on some jeans and lace up their boots, adding their favorite long cardigan and are out the door before they have a chance to change their mind. They know they need this.

—

Marion has to admit the fresh air is an improvement. Well, as fresh as it can be in Los Diablos. The arrival of Fall at least means the oppressive Summer heat is loosening its iron grip, if only a little.

Daniel is early, as usual. He glides over to them to clear the distance, landing out of politeness. The relife is almost immediate for Marion. Almost as good as the dog park and just as addictive. Daniel’s gentle butterfly thoughts brush against their shields, not intrusive, but bright and happy all the same, the golden cloud burning away the lingering shadows of the nightmare. Marion doesn’t remember what pleasantries they exchange but they can feel a smile tugging at their lips to answer the one he’s beaming at them. One stray thought seems to float to the forefront of the butterfly cloud – Daniel’s wondering if it would be ok to kiss them again. 

Marion needs to act fast, the park is far from private and kissing a Ranger in broad daylight is likely to turn more than a few heads. They need a diversion.

“What's that?” They point to a leather satchel slung over his shoulder.

“Oh, just some sketching supplies.” His thoughts backtrack from the intended kiss and Marion is grateful. And only slightly disappointed.

“What are you drawing?”

“Just landscapes…I can take you to where I was going to go if you want, the view is great.”

He holds out his arms like he’s done a dozen times before, an open invitation to fly. Hugging a Ranger in broad daylight isn’t much better but at least Daniel can get them out of there fast enough that maybe no one will remember them. Marion steps into his embrace and almost immediately they are airborne. The park retreats into the distance and despite the chill air Daniel is warm. Daniel is always warm. Between sparring, flying and every other excuse they’ve had to touch him they know that much is true. Just like the kiss they shared after dinner only a week ago. Marion’s glad he can’t see them blush.

“Can you get that?” Daniel's voice is slightly raised against the wind.

“What?” Marion is startled out of their thoughts.

“The satchel.”

“Oh, yeah.” Marion adjusts the strap that had been slipping off his shoulder.

“Thanks.” His lips brush their hair so softly they can’t tell if it was meant to be a kiss or not. 

The rest of the flight is quiet. 

—

Unsurprisingly the destination is a skyscraper, no fear of heights for a flier and wrapped protectively in his arms Marion can’t bring themselves to fear them either, not now. Touching down lightly on the roof, Marion sucks in a breath, Daniel wasn’t kidding about the view. High above all the other buildings, they can see all the way to the ocean, the sun just starting its descent, turning the water a golden-orange hue. 

“I like to come here, just to draw or when I need to think.” Daniel offers, even though they've landed he's slow to release them, giving their hand a gentle squeeze before letting them go. 

“Think about what?” Marion asks, the warmth of being pressed against Daniel’s body slowly fading. They wish they weren’t so keenly aware of it.

Daniel’s sigh is uncharacteristically dark. He slings the satchel over his shoulder, rummaging for his sketchbook and pencils. He lowers himself into a seated position, legs swung over the edge and he cradles the sketchbook in one arm, drawing loose, distracted lines that vaguely resemble the cityscape. Marion carefully lowers themselves down next to him, waiting for him to continue.

“Lately, it's been mostly about how to stop Heartbreak.”

Marion’s stomach drops and it has nothing to do with the vertiginous height. What would Daniel do if he knew Heartbreak was sitting right next to him? He wouldn’t be sitting here, brushing shoulders and sneaking glances when he think’s Marion doesn’t notice. 

“You’ll catch them.” Marion murmurs softly. Little does he know he already has.

They’re both quiet for a long while, the only sounds are the gentle scratch of pencil across paper and of traffic far below. The sun sinks lower on the horizon, vibrant pinks and the deep purple of oncoming night join the orange blaze across the sea. Neon signs start to flicker on in the city below, adding to the sea of color.

It's beautiful.

But it won’t last. 

Just like this, whatever this is with Daniel won’t last. Sooner or later the truth will come out and this facade of a relationship will come crumbling down. Marion wonders which truth will sabotage them first, the fact that they are Heartbreak or will it be the tattoos etched across their skin, as intense as the fiery reflections on the water.

“Marion?” Daniel places a hand over theirs, startling them out of their spiraling thoughts. This close they can’t help but look at him, the setting sunlight almost making his light hair glow like a halo, but it's the gentle look in his eyes, so earnest and trusting, that makes their heart race. “Can I kiss you again?” His voice is soft, barely above a whisper.

Marion doesn’t bother to reply but presses their lips against his a little harder than they meant to, as Daniel’s mind lights up with surprise. Sketchbook abandoned, he places a protective arm around Marion’s torso as he deepens the kiss, he won’t let them fall, as precariously perched as they are. 

As good as the first time but unique all on its own, would kissing Daniel always feel like this?

The sun slips behind the horizon entirely, taking its rich colors with it. It couldn’t last. But this – this moment, this feeling – a single kiss that’s enough to burn away their fears of the future, can last a little while longer. 

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

☔ Raven

🌟 Malou

🍺 Evan

🌜 Willow

💃 Adrian

🐁 Dalton

📙 Andy

Thank you very much :D I'll do something I haven't done in quite a while, let them answer in person:

For a heavy, emotional secret. Raven: *Sighs heavily* Some men blood related to me, and not far down the blood line, abused me for many years. I had a sort of *hesitates* amnesia, it uh... I didn't remember till one of the perpetrators told me a while back. I wish I was still oblivious. I'm honestly not coping quite as well as I make it seem.

For a secret wish or desire of theirs Malou: *Chuckles awkwardly* well... *chuckles again* last year someone returned to my life. Someone I've been in love with since we were.... kids. Uhm yeah, he's a bit of a mess, and not good at answering on Facebook, but... he's both my secret wish, and desire.

For something bad/mischievous you did as a child or teen that your parents don’t know about Evan: *Chuckles deeply* once Andy, Daniel and I stole my dads brand new very expensive bottle of Vodka, drank it all, got really wasted, wanted to go to a party, but we didn't have money for neither more booze, nor cigarettes, so I called my brother Alex, asking if we could sell him a bottle of Vodka cause we bought the wrong alcohol, but already opened the bottle, so couldn't return it, however he could get it half price. He said yes *chuckles again* so we filled the empty bottle with water, and sold it to him. We got our booze and cigarettes, but I also paid later with a very large bruise on my upper arm after Alex found out he paid almost 70 bucks for water*chuckles*

For a ‘weird’ habit or tic that no one knows about Willow: *Snorts* I'm a pretty open book to be fair, so I dunno if there's anything I do that no one knows of? Well maybe there is, but not like it's because I keep it as a secret, maybe more the fact that I live alone, and I suppose I do stuff in my own home all the time that no one witnesses? Hm.... I eat Tabasco on wine gums when I watch pro wrestling, I dunno if that's considered a weird habit? Anyway, *shrugs* no one knows abut this cause I watch wrestling alone, since I don't know anyone who wants to watch it with me. Wusses *laughs loud and hoarsely*

For a talent that they like to keep hidden from others Adrian: *Annoyed sigh* I have 3 talents... 4.... which I don't really share with people, unless they are really close to me. It's not secrets, it's just... *shrugs*.... private. I'm private. I paint and draw, I play guitar, I sing, and I cook. All 4 fairly well. But I keep it mostly to myself, cause if others know, it always leads to some sort of social escapade, such as 'sing for me!'. *Frowns*

For a secret item they keep (stuffed animal, comfort object, etc) Dalton: Uhm *chuckles deeply* that's kinda sort of embarrassing *cheeky grin*... I'd rather not tell *chuckles more shyly* I have this lock of Malou's hair, I keep in my wallet, to always have a part of her with me, wherever I go when she can't join me. It sort of grounds me in a sense.

For a secret journal/diary they keep (Bonus: Share an entry from it!) Andy: *Cheeky hoarse chuckle* Who says I have a secret diary? I mean I have *chuckles cheekily* but who said it? *Cheeky smirk* ......... you're serious? *Chuckles more awkward this time, then reaches under his bed, dragging out a small dark brown leather bound journal, flipping a bit through it* .... alright *short chuckle* this is so fucking cringe man, I don't exactly expect someone to fucking read this yanno? *Chuckle* Uhm... okay... so this I wrote a while ago, but like within this month I think, there's not a date on everything... uhm yeah... *Starts reading the entry*

We learned to kiss silently Reaching into old fears Swallowed by this convenient illusion Selling canned dreams to bystanders And after all this pain After the smog clears You're still my favorite colors.

[heavyhitterheaux]

Don't Do it Again

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: Jackman better stop being out in this streets acting as if he isn't a whole married man 🤭🤭

Synopsis: You find Jack's wedding ring on the bathroom counter and you make it your mission to get it back on his finger and tell him to not forget it again

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Requested by a cutie pie anon of mine!

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You woke up to the sunlight peeking through the windows and the place beside you empty. 

You remembered that Jack had mentioned wanting to get to the studio early and that he would probably be gone by the time you woke up.

You absolutely hated waking up early and was thankful that he had let you sleep.

You glanced down at your phone to see that he had sent you a text and you instantly smiled.

Smush- I know you’ll see this when you wake up so I just wanted to tell you that I love you and I’ll see you later

You- I love you more stink 🥰😘

The plan was to spend the day with your big sister Danielle since she would be here for a few days and her flight would be landing around 2 so you still had plenty of time.

The comforter was thrown to the side as you climbed out of bed and made your way to the bathroom wanting to get ready for the day.

You were grabbing your toothbrush until you saw that the ring dish which would hold your wedding rings was occupied.

Which usually never happened.

You did a double take to make sure you were seeing this right and sure enough Jack’s wedding ring was staring you right back in your face and clearly not on his finger.

“He got me fucked all the way up. Imma kick his ass.” You muttered to yourself as you continued to get ready.

Once you were satisfied with the way your hair turned out, you slipped Jack’s ring on your right hand even though it was a little too big for you and hopped into your car speeding towards the studio.

It only took you about twenty minutes even with traffic. You parked near the entrance so that you wouldn’t have to walk far and began to make your way inside.

The receptionist alerted you to where your husband was and you said a quick thank you before making your way down the hallway.

Once you reached your destination, you swung the door open and all eyes immediately went to you.

Jack was currently in the booth and stopped mid-sentence when he saw you.

“Oh shit, Jack I don’t know what you did but….. Your wife does not look happy.” Drake said before coming over to greet you.

“Hey, long time no see.” You gave him a quick hug before giving your husband the evil eye.

“Hey!”

“Just don’t hurt him too bad.”

“No promises. I’m about to kick his ass. JACKMAN COME HERE NEOW!”

“Damn. Full government.”

“Babe, what is going on?!” Jack asked, clearly confused, coming out of the booth and coming over to you.

“I’ll tell you what’s going on! Square up right now!” You replied, balling up your tiny fist.

“Here she go being violent as usual.”

“Urban Henry, not now!”

“Why you have to say my full name too? I didn’t even do anything!”

“You’re the best friend and left with him this morning so you are guilty by association.”

“What in the world are we squaring up for?! Are you even going to tell me what I did?” Jack asked, still confused and not understanding what was happening. 

“It’s what you aren’t wearing!” You exclaimed before crossing your arms. 

“Wait, what? What am I not wearing?”

You simply held up his wedding ring and he did a double take to look down at his bare ring finger.

“Oh shit.” You heard Urban say as he grabbed his bag of chips, opening them and watching the scene unfold in front of him.

“You mean to tell me you over here acting outta pocket because I forgot to put my ring back on?”

“Yes! You’re married aren’t you?! So act like it!”

“Well, are you going to give it to me?! You came over here to give it to me I’m assuming.”

“Nah, fight me first for acting as if you’re available to all the ladies in Atlanta! Stop getting smart with me! The blogs would eat that shit up and I will put someone six feet under if they think they can get my man. You are very much taken or did you forget?”

“Baby! You are barely 5’4 on a good day, sit your ass down somewhere. I didn’t forget anything!”

“See now that was disrespectful and you didn’t have to bring my height into it.”

“Calling it like I see it baby.”

“And you’re about to see my fist knock you upside your head!”

“But we’ve seen her in action, she will show no mercy to the first girl who says something.”

“Thank you Shloob.” You said while looking over at him.

“Shloob, you scared of Y/N we all know.” Quiiso said while laughing. 

“And yall are fucking stupid if you aren’t.”

“Now, I’m really going to have to kick your ass.” You stepped closer to Jack but not before he simply picked you up and was holding you in the air.

“Hey! Put me down!” You exclaimed while attempting to get a hold of him but failing miserably.

“Not a chance.”

“You aren’t being fair! How am I supposed to teach you a lesson if I’m in the air?!”

“And you need to calm your tiny ass down and give me my ring.”

“Jack, are you seriously holding her up in the air like that?” Drake asked before busting out laughing at him holding you as you were kicking your feet.

“Her little ass needs to calm down and take her ass on.”

“JACKMAN I AM CALLING MAGGIE IF YOU DO NOT PUT ME DOWN!”

“How when your phone is in your purse because your outfit doesn’t have any pockets?”

“URBANNNNN HELP ME!”

“Nah, I’m guilty by association, remember? You’ll be okay. Jack, hold her up longer.”

“I see imma have to kick Urby’s ass too. BABYYYYY COME ON!”

“If I put you down, you promise to act like you got some sense?”

“Yes! I’m getting lightheaded damn it!”

Jack was slowly putting you back down and kissed your forehead while you had your arms crossed.

“My ring, please.”

You slowly slid it onto his ring finger and all he was doing was smirking down at you.

“Love you baby girl.”

“Hmph, I guess I love you too. Don’t do it again.” You said while crossing your arms and pouting.

“Hold up, you guess?”

“Isn’t that what I said?!”

“You better think long and hard about the next thing you’re about to say to me because I have no problem taking you in the bathroom and tearing your ass up right now.”

“WILL YOU TWO CHILL FOR FIVE MINUTES?!”

“You know they never can. I’ve just learned to accept it at this point.”

“Well, Mrs. Harlow?”

“I said I guess I love you too. I didn’t stutter.”

All Jack did was let out a light laugh before smirking down at you.

“Go out the door and go to the left, now.”

“Are yall serious?!”

“We’re almost done and I definitely won’t be long.  Isn’t that right, baby girl?”

“You won’t be long because you can’t….”

“Can’t what?! Say it with your chest since you wanna be out here choosing violence.”

“She was about to say you won’t be long because you can’t last long!”

“URBAN SHUT THE FUCK UP! WHY’D YOU TELL HIM?!”

“I thought I was helping you out?! You chose violence today so you might as well go all the way!”

Jack then wrapped his left hand around your neck and you immediately whimpered.

“Alright, who wants to go get food so they can fuck each other’s brains out and we can finish what we have to do?” Drake asked and everyone immediately got up and followed behind him.

Once everyone was out of earshot Jack turned his attention back to you.

“Oh, you mighty quiet now, huh?”

“Fuck you.”

“That’s what I plan on doing. Your ass will not to be able to walk when I’m done with you. Since you wanna get smart with me, I need those clothes off now. Maybe I should forget to put my wedding ring back on more often.”

“If you do, I am definitely kicking your ass and telling Maggie.”

“And how’d that work out for you today?”

“Jackman Thomas, do not test me.”

“Nah, I’ll just test how many rounds you can go before tapping out.”

Jack suddenly looked down at you and then paused.

“What?” You asked him and he immediately rolled his eyes.

“You made such a big deal out of me not wearing my ring and look at your fucking finger.”

You looked down to see that yours was bare and had a look of confusion on your face.

You had taken it off to take a shower and never put it back on before leaving the house.

“Wait, babe….”

“I ain’t waiting for shit! I’m really about to tear your ass up now!”

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[fourmula1]

Prompt: allegations (one of maxiel being spotted making out with a man or something?)

kinktober day 26: outed

(previous days)

max/daniel. 844 words. cw: being outed but tbh it's ok.

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The pictures could have been so much worse.

Daniel thinks it’s kind of funny to be outed to the world against their will but shrug it off with the knowledge that a few short moments after these photos were taken Daniel sucked Max’s dick on a deck chair.

What a field day media would have had if the photographer stuck around just five minutes longer.

It’s not funny, but. It kind of is.

Daniel sighs a bit as he scrolls through the pictures on his phone; taken with a long-distance lens from god knows where, it’s him and Max on the balcony of their vacation rental, shirtless in swim trunks. There’s a succession of images of them leaning on the railing to look at the ocean, Max pointing at something out on the water, leaning in to kiss each other.

They’re very clearly very happy in the photos, at least. In one of them Max is laughing and it’s more smiling than kissing. Daniel’s pretty sure he’d just told Max he wanted to suck him off right there on the balcony, in that one.

The photos are… cute, dare he say. Sweet. Intimate in a romantic way. Two people, comfortable, happy together.

Daniel’s had his phone on DND for the last hour, too overwhelmed with the notifications and emails and calls from his team. Max’s phone is much the same, left in the bedroom to forget about while they sort out their feelings about all this.

Max has been weirdly calm. A short nod when they were alerted to the images hitting the internet, a sigh as he looked at them, and… a soft smile – “because we do look rather cute, Daniel”.

Daniel swipes back through the images one more time before he locks his phone and sets it down on the sofa, arm squeezing around Max’s shoulders where Max is tucked into his side. He’s been quiet. Thinking. Processing. They both have.

“Any thoughts Maxy?” Daniel asks, presses a kiss to Max’s hair. They’re home in Monaco now, at least, and get the comfort and familiarity of their own space to deal with all this.

People online will speculate and talk but no one will know the real truth. The years they’ve been together, loved each other, that it’s not casual, not a fling, not a headline rendez vous.

“It is what it is, no?” Max says against his chest, shrugging a little, calm as ever. “I am of course not ashamed of us and it is unfortunate someone decided to do this but we are here now so we move on,” he says and Daniel just. Loves him. Nothing sticks. Max lets things roll off his back so easily, a shrug and a nod, and he’s on to the next thing. Daniel could take notes, he knows.

“Hm,” Daniel hums a little, thinking it over in his head. Their teams have been on them all morning to organize a strategy about this. Press releases, maybe interviews, approaches to handling it.

There’s nothing to handle. They’re in love. They’re together. They’re happy. Just like every other driver on the grid with a girlfriend. No strategy for them.

“So maybe I’ll post on Instagram,” Daniel says, reaching for his phone again to unlock it. “Just, say we’re together and that’s that,” he tells Max, already opening the app.

“Okay, Daniel,” he says, pushes himself up from being curled against Daniel. “I’ll get my phone,” he tells Daniel as he gets up to head for the bedroom.

Daniel frowns a little as he looks through his photo album to decide what to post. He settles for a photo of the same trip. It’s at a private dinner, candlelit and dark, Max across the table from him in his signature white button down. Daniel smiles at the memory, laughs a little. In the photo his hand is extended across the table, holding Max’s, the little ‘3’ tattoo clearly visible on his hand. Max is smiling at him, at the camera, and it’s perfect.

Max comes back with his phone, sits next to Daniel and leans over his shoulder, nods his approval at the photo Daniel chose, and the caption he’s typed out.

“Our privacy was violated today but those pictures are me and the man I love. I think this one is better though. @ maxverstappen1”

Max shares it to his story with a heart emoji and they lock their phones again.

When they’re re-settled back on the couch, cuddled up again, wrapped up in each other, Max looks up at Daniel and smiles.

“It does not feel that scary,” he says, chin resting on Daniel’s chest so he can look at him. “I thought probably I would feel worse but it is kind of alright,” Max continues and Daniel, weirdly, agrees.

They have nothing to be ashamed of. They’re in love. They’re long-term. They’re committed.

“You’re right,” Daniel tells him as he strokes his fingers through Max’s hair. “We’ll be alright, hm?”

“Mmm,” Max agrees, rests his head back down and closes his eyes.

They will.

[unluckyhoneybee]

Mediocre (George Russell)

You wake up next to George in a bed. Smut. Warnings: penetrative sex (p in v), biting. Note: It's longer than I thought it would be.

Gif credits

The sun warmed my skin. I felt as if I was floating on a cloud.

Daniel had organized this party on his farm in Perth. It was a private thing, only drivers and a few close friends and family. It had been great. Everyone seemed happy, there was something different in the Australian air.

But suddenly, I heard a groan. I shivered. Who the fuck was behind me. The person wasn't touching me. But I didn't remember who it was. I mean, the last memory I had was dancing with Lando.

My brain was running fast. Did I have sex with Lando? What the fuck happened after that? I wanted to ranaway and disappear in the Australian bush.

I turned slowly, not wanting to wake him up.

"Fuck" That wasn't Lando. No. It was George.

George was fast asleep. His eyes were closed and he was laying on his side, whe sheets covering him and only letting me see his strong shoulders. His hair was a mess, nothing compare to how styled it always was. He truly was a sight to be seen.

But how had we ended up in this situation? It was still a mistery to me.

He groaned and covered his face with his hands. "Fucking sun and fucking headache" Oh. Mr Perfect was swearing. I couldn't contain a laugh. He opened his eyes and I covered my mouth. "Shit. YN"

We looked at each other for a few long seconds. This was weird. We were friends, yes. George was handsome and definitely knew his way with words. He was a magnet. But we were too different. If someone told me I would fuck George Russell in Australia I would have laughed at them.

I saw him swallowing. "Did we..." "I think so" I said pointing at an used condom on the night stand. He looked at it. "Oh. At least I used one" He said smiling a bit. I laughed I a low voice. "How..." "I don't know" I didn't even need to listen his questions to know what he was asking. "I don't remember anything" He said laying back and covering his face with his hands. "I don't either" He looked at me with tired eyes. "I'm sorry" "Why?" "I let this happen" "Well, I was here too, wasn't I?"

Silence surrounded us again. I was looking through the window. Was it really that bad? We couldn't remember anything, we could just pretend it didn't happen.

"Hey. Do you think it was good?" he had one of his arms behind his back now and his whole torso was uncovered. I smiled noticing something on his lower belly. I pointed at the biting mark right next to his belly button. "At least for you" He smiled looking down. "Did you bite me?" I let out a loud laugh. The expression on his face was priceless. He crocked his eyebrow and looked at me. "Kinky" "And proud."

We both laughed at that. The atmosphere was light. There was no tension between us and the silence was comfortable. The sun was warming my skin and I would fall sleep again if I laid.

"How do you think it happened? The last thing I remember is dancing with Lando" "The last thing I remember is watching you dance with Lando" He abruptly sat on the edge of the bed. Something had sifted on him.

The sheets had slipped down, and they were only covering his crotch now. His strong back was on display. It was truly beautiful. But he seemed tense.

"George?" He sighed. "Are you Ok?" "I was jealous".

That confession made me shiver. George was jealous because I was dancing with Lando.

"You don´t notice it, but everyone in the room turns to look at you when you pass by. But you only have eyes for him" Without thinking much about it, I ran my fingers up his back, only stopping when I reached his shoulder.

"Lando is my best friend. I've known him since I was two." I felt the need to explain that nothing was going on between me and Lando. It was purely platonic.

"I want to be that close to you, to dance with you and to... I don't know. I want more." I gasped. Was George Russell confessing his feelings to me?.

"Ge...George" I knelt behind him wanting to be closer. I was aware of my naked state, but I didn't care.

I was feeling so many things at that moment. I never had that kind of thought about George. I never thought I would end a night naked with him in a bed. I never thought he would confess his feelings to me. I never thought he would have those feelings. Because we were so different. He was that well educated and polite guy. The son in law every mom wants. He always dressed so nice. He was good with words, even with that accent of his he could get anyone to their knees. He was Mr Perfect and I was a mess.

I pressed my lips to the back of his neck.

"What are you doing, YN?" "I'm in this bed naked with you after probably some mediocre sex. With you and not with Lando. Something happened that made us come here and... You know. " He turned his face to me. "What do you mean?" "Well, I mean that drunk YN would fuck anything. Trust me. And between all the people at the party, I fucked you" " You really know how to comfort a man. Mediocre sex? And then you compare them to everyone in the party?" He said ironically.

I sighed exasperatedly. " Well, idiot. I´m sure I´m pretty bad at sex when I'm drunk. And I was trying to compliment you." I sat back and crossed my arms on my chest, covering myself again.

He turned around and looked at me.

"You don't regret it or something?" "Why would I?" He shrugged. "I thought you liked Lando" "Oh, c'mon George. Leave Lando alone. Really. I'm getting tired"

He pressed his lips on a thin line without tearing his eyes off me. We looked at each other. I was frustrated.

"I'm sorry." He whispered.

I reach out my hand for him to take it. And he did.

"You like me?" I asked in a low voice but still looking at his blue eyes. "Kind of. A crush I would say." "You are cute" I smiled as I played with his fingers. He smiled and took my knuckles to his lips. He left a soft kiss in there. "Cute in an adorable way or in an I would have mediocre sex with you again?" "Why not both?" I felt brave so I pulled his hand, bringing his body closer to mine. He bit his lip and fuck, was it hot.

"I'm going to kiss you, George" "Finally." He said laughing.

We both leant at the same time. He grabbed me by the back of my neck, looking at my eyes for a second before kissing me softly. His lips were sweet and still tasted like alcohol. He bit my lip and I opened my mouth for him. George took the opportunity and deepened the kiss. His tongue touched mine and I moaned. As the minutes passed, our bodies fell onto the bed. His much taller figure was covering me completely, his weight felt delicious over me. He felt warm and welcoming as if this was meant to be.

"Are you sure you want this?" "Yes, George. Let´s have not mediocre sex" "Or at least try" I laughed and kissed him deeply again. I could say that I was an addict now. I never wanted to stop kissing him.

George moved his fingers over my centre without any warning. "Oh fuck" I muttered. "I want you ready and wet for me". I nodded feeling him toying with my teeth. I kissed him once more as he slipped one finger inside me. I moaned on his mouth, pulling his hair. He groaned. "Fuck me, George." "A condom". "Oh fuck, yes"

I watched him moving his clothes and looking for one. He came back and put it on. He was big. "George, honey..." I said smirking. "You like it?" "I do" He laid between my legs and took his hand between my legs againg. I took a deep breath. His fingers were back inside and I was already a mess. "Does it feel god, babe?" I could feel my skin burning whereever he touched me. "So, so good, George." I said feeling my walls clenching around him "Do you want more?" I looked at him and nodded. I took my hands to my breast, slowly playing with my nipples. "You are so hot, YN. A goddess" He kissed my belly and took his fingers out, leaving me empty and panting for more.

George pushed my legs up, opening them for him. "Beautiful".

He brushed his tip over my centre before slowly pushing it inside. "Oh fuck" I closed my eyes. He felt so good. The perfect size for me. "My god, YN. You are so warm" I opened my eyes to see him looking where our bodies were joined. "More" I begged. He bottomed out and I had to cover my mouth. People were sleeping next door. "Fuck, fuck." He laid over me, keeping his weight on his arms to not crush me. He started with slow movements, pulling back until only the tip was left inside and slamming back inside. I was biting my finger. "You feel so good." "Harder George" "Bossy" He looked in my eyes and kissed my chest then. He obeyed.

He was good. So good. Not mediocre. Nope. I was glad I had woken up next to him today. The bed was hitting the wall now. My legs were tight around his waist and his lips were on my shoulder.

"Fuck, George." I could feel my orgasm approaching, but it wasn't enough. "You feel so good. I´m gonna cum soon, YN" "Touch me" I loved how George was so keen to do whatever I told him to. He wanted me to feel good. He started moving his fingers over my clit.

I moaned high. I had to bite my finger again to not be too loud. "Don't bite yourself, bite me" "Kinky" I said before dragging my teeth down his neck, shinking them on his shoulder's skin. "Oh fuck. Yes"

I could feel the knot in my belly tighter. I was almost there. I could feel him so deep inside me. It was driving me crazy. His moans were like music to my ears, shooting waves of pleasure to my centre as his lips were sucking softly on my nipples. "George, fuck." "I´m coming" And he did with a loud moan and deep thrust of his hips. "Fuck" I cried when I felt his member nudging on that sweet spot inside me. "Don't stop, please George."

He pulled my legs over his shoulders and fucked me a bit harder without taking his fingers away from my clit. He was truly a sight to be seen. And he had me coming just a minute later. I screamed his name. "Shit, YN" He covered my mouth and let himself fall on me. We were both laughing now. I pushed his hand away and grabbed his chin. I kissed him hard, digging my teeth into his lip and sucking his tongue. "Shit" He muttered when we broke apart.

We were both sweaty and still wrapped into each other. "That wasn't mediocre" I whispered without energy. I was drained. "It wasn't" I dragged my fingers through his hair and he let himself relax with his head on my shoulder. "Would yo go out with me?"

I smiled and kissed his forehead. "I would love to, baby" "I like that" "Me calling you baby?" "Mhm." I hugged him tightly. I was ready to try something with him. I was more than ready.

Suddenly we heard a loud knock on the door.

"Hey, you! Have you finished? We are having breakfast" "Fuck off, Lando!"

It's way longer than I wanted to and not as good as I was expecting, but here it is. I hope you like it. ❤🐝.

[thedirtygridd]

SINGAPORE SHOEY’S WITH LANDO, DANIEL AND YOU…

WARNINGS - 18+, strong sexual content

Summary - Things are about to get very sweaty and wild after the Singapore GP….

(Is it just me or would you LOVE to try a shoey???) enjoy! :)

The Singapore Grand Prix was over. The hottest, most intense race of the season finished. Lando and Daniel had finished just off the podium, which they would be gutted about.

You waited for your boyfriend, Lando to arrive back in his private room behind the garages.

Time passed and he eventually flew through the door. He had a towel in one hand, that he was using to swipe up all the sweat with. The race was so intense. You could see why the drivers got so sweaty from it. As lando stepped into the room, he didn’t say anything, he just smirked at you while looking at your legs, while dabbing his dripping forehead with the already soaked towel.

“You closing the door L?” You asked

Just as you said this, Daniel also stepped in, he closed the door behind and flicked the lock. Daniel was carrying a bottle of champagne that he must’ve taken from hospitality, seeing as neither of the boys had finished in the podium.

“Come with us, baby” Lando suggested while taking your hand. His hand felt so warm and so sweaty. He threw open the door as you walked behind him. Daniel was close behind you both as you walked down the very narrow corridor.

“Were we going?” You asked lando

“You’ll see” he replied bluntly

You must’ve walked for about five minutes before you arrived in a very quiet corridor. At the end of the corridor you entered a tiny room, the lights were off. You all stepped inside, the door was locked behind you, and then Danny turned on the lights.

The lights exposed what was in the tiny room. You were surprised at what you saw. There was a tiny bed in the corner of the room, and an even smaller bath tub. You were quite a small girl, so the size of the tub would’ve been perfect for you.

“Haha why have you brought me here” you asked, almost flustered at what was going on.

While you asked this, both of the boys approached you and sandwiched you in between them. Lando in front of you and Daniel behind. Lando slipped his hands around your waist and resting them near your ass while Danny put his around you to the front of your waist.

“Boys…what’s going on”

“Shhhh” lando said while placing a sweaty finger on your lip, before inserting it slowly in your mouth. It tasted salty.

“We’re gonna have some fun with you, we need it after that race” lando added

He started kissing you. Tongues soon followed. Lando loved using his tongue while kissing. The hornier he got, the more tongue he used, and he was already using a lot.

You felt Danny slowly licking your neck. You found it hard not to flinch as he tickled you. It felt so good. You had always had a crush on Danny. You loved lando, but both of them together was starting to become like a dream.

The boys both got out of their rwce suits before sandwiching you in the middle again. They both felt so sticky and slimy. They were both still dripping with sweat, and you could smell a mixture of aftershave and sweat on them as they felt you and kissed you.

You noticed both of the boys had left their racing boots on, despite taking the rest of their clothes off. You wondered why.

This is when lando ripped your dress apart, he didn’t care. He wanted you naked, and that’s what he got.

“Get in the bath” he said

So you did. You wondered what was going to happen next, as Danny went to reach the champagne bottle and lando came over and kissed you. He placed his big hands on your neck firmly, the way you liked it, and he held you in place as he licked inside your mouth while kissing. He then made his next move.

“Lie down then…” he said

So you did, the bath was cold on your skin, it was empty after all so it wasn’t very comfortable, but the excitement kept you warm. Lando held his sweaty towel over you as he squeezed it.

“Shit Lando!!!” You shouted as he drained his sweat soaked towel over your body.

After he had emptied the sweat that was soaked in there, he threw it down while Danny popped open the champagne. The boys then both started to take their racing shoes off.

You repositioned yourself slightly in the bath. It was all slippery now with his warm sweat all over, so you had to be careful not to slip and embarrass yourself in front of them.

By the time you had repositioned yourself and got more comfortable, lando and Danny had both taken their shoes off. They laughed together as they did it

“Fuck this is gonna be nasty” lando joked

“Yeah but fucking good…you know how good my sweat is, and soon your girl will too”

You giggled to yourself. You didn’t know what was coming next, but you were excited for whatever it was. You could tell you were getting aroused, you could feel a puddle of your boyfriends hard earned sweat soaking through your panties as you lay in the bath.

“This is gonna get dirty isn’t it, boys?” You asked

“You’ll see, baby” replied lando.

They had both taken their shoes off now, and they started to pour champagne in them. Lando took a quick sniff of his show before pouring the Alcohol inside. He let out one of his classic giggles

“HAHA, fuck! This is gonna be nastyyyy” he laughed again.

You lay there as you watched them both pour into their shoes. You admired the view of both of them. You had seen lando naked plenty of times, but never seen Danny. They both had similar body’s. Lando slightly broader, with harder shoulders and Danny slightly taller with harder abs. They were both so sexy, and yet so dirty…but you didn’t stop them….

“Cheers!” Danny said cheekily while clinking the two boots together with Lando’s. They both took a sip from each others boots. You noticed they swapped, so lando was drinking out of Danny’s and vice versa.

“You’re gonna love me saying this too much Danny…you actually taste good today, this is the best one I’ve had!”

“You know me, lando…” Danny replied before adding “I always taste good. And to be fair…you’re not bad either. I can definitely taste how hard you’ve been working on the track, you sweaty boy”

They both laughed together. Their cocks both getting hard at the sight of you half naked, smothering in Lando’s sweat.

This is when lando and Danny both poured the shoey juice all over you in the bath, it felt warm and sticky, and smelt sweet. You couldn’t even really smell any sweat. It felt good.

“Keep covering us mate…I want more” lando said to Daniel as he clambered into the bath with you. He placed his chest down on you, you felt his weight lower down as he did it. He was still very sweaty, and very slimy to touch. He felt sexy.

You were also very wet at this point. Just the sight of the boys turned you on, never mind them playing their dirty games with you. Lando took note of this and immediately slid his hard cock inside. He felt extra girthy, maybe he had grown slightly since you last fucked, or maybe you were just tighter than normal. But he stretched you out as he thrust into you. You felt your walls pull apart as he slid into you. He had always liked having dirty sex with you, you had tried things with Lando that you had never even thought about with other guys…he was a dirty sex machine.

At the same time, Danny was pouring his sweaty shoey juice all over you both. You heard the juice splat onto the back of landos hard, muscly back, and then you felt it as you grabbed hold of the indentations all across his upper back. You found it hard not to dig your nails in as he fucked you. The slime from Danny’s shoes, the champagne, the sweat. It was heating up.

Danny kept pouring as you and Lando fucked. The bath was now starting to fill up with it.

It made landos muscles feel even sexier as you stroked and grabbed them while he pounded you. He felt all slimy, and oily. It wasn’t like water, it was thicker and gooey. It felt so hot. At this point Danny interrupted. “Come on lando, time to share…”

“Fine fine. Get in” lando replied as he stood up. You watched the slime drip off his muscly body as he got up, he kept his feet down next to you as he stood up over you to allow Daniel space to move in. You moved your hand over to landos foot and gave it a rub while Danny positioned himself. You enjoyed the feeling of his manly feet, something about them got you all worked up. Your hand and his foot were fully submerged in the slime now, your hair was also covered in it. You couldn’t get much dirtier, or so you thought…

Danny had no got into the small bath, but instead of going on top of you, he lifted you up with ease and lay down in your place, he then placed you on top of him and faced your head to his. He started kissing you. “You ready for this? Lando said you were a bad bad girl…”

“Mhm, anything for you two” you said while biting Danny’s lip. “Use me” you whispered.

You felt Danny slide his throbbing cock inside you, he felt good. He felt very similar to lando. And he immediately groaned out loud. “Fuck your so tight…”

You licked his warm, sweaty neck as he did it.

Lando had now positioned himself behind your ass as Danny took you…he didn’t hesitate either. He spat on his cock, rubbed it in the slime, and then slid it into your ass.

“Fucccccckkkk” you groaned.

You were used to doing anal with lando. He loved it. Especially with you. He especially loved how tight it felt on his thick cock.

The boys simultaneously fucked you. It felt like nothing in this world. It was so intense. You reached your orgasm instantly, and continued to do so until you felt both of the boys release their hot load inside of you.

Once they had released their milk, they both lay on top of each other in the bath. All of you lay in the tiny bath, covered in sweat and champagne. The boys were even sweatier now than when they started.

“Fuck that was dirty…but good” danny said.

“Maybe we should share your girl more often?” Danny added

“Whatever Man, she definitely enjoyed it. Maybe get another one of the lads in too next time? What do you think?”

You didn’t know how to react, you still had their cum inside of you, their sweat all over you, and champagne all in your hair… And they were already planning their next move on you.

“Maybe Charles next time?” You asked

You all burst out laughing

“Let’s get him next time then. I’ve heard some stories about what goes on in his bedroom. He’s a dirty , dirty boy…” lando said while coming down to kiss you

“I’ll see what I can do” he replied.

[bobbole]

The first time he almost didn't realize it. They were at Morpheus' funeral and the boy was upset (in his mind he kept referring to Daniel as the boy even though he was 25 years old and now the head of the whole organization). He must surely have been upset, although he had not shed a single tear nor uttered his father's name once. The Corinthian found him far from the family mausoleum, almost on the opposite side of the cemetery, contemplating unknown gravestones. His mass of hair, so blond as to look white, was completely wet from the rain. He was sorry to interrupt that moment of private grief, so he tried to approach as quietly as possible, but Daniel heard him and, without giving him time to stop, threw himself into his arms. The Corinthian was not used to hugs: he did not know how to give comfort, since he never had any, but he cared for this boy more than anything in the world, so he hugged him back, letting Daniel's face find shelter on his shoulder. They remained thus embraced, in silence. - Now it's just the two of us - the boy's voice came to him far away, hidden by the folds of his jacket. He felt Daniel's arms tighten around him, in a strangely possessive way, and his head lifted just enough to place his lips on the Corinthian's neck, kissing him gently. - Mine at last - and then, without adding anything else, he let him go.

---

A gunshot. And then nothing, all over. Why did you do it? I could have protected you. I wanted to be the one to kill you. ---

The second time it was clear that something was wrong and perhaps Lucienne wasn’t exaggerated in warning him, but it was Daniel, he had known him since he was a child, and besides, how could he keep his distance if it was the Corinthian's job to protect him? He had gotten stabbed: sure, the guy who had hit him had been promptly sent to his Maker, but the wound had turned out to be more serious than expected and the doctors had had their hands full preventing the Corinthian from reaching Morpheus underground. For a long time he had hovered between life and death but when he was finally able to receive visitors, the first to arrive was Daniel. The boy wouldn't stop crying, sorrysorrysorry it was my fault, I was reckless, and the Corinthian tried to tell him to not worry, that it was the risks of his job (he had faced quite a few others, at Morpheus' side) but Daniel didn't stop babbling apologetic phrases, and his hands didn't stop stroking his face (as if to be sure that the Corinthian was there, still alive), and his mouth didn't stop kissing him, little light kisses on his hair, on his cheeks, on his shoulder. On his lips. - You cannot die, now that you are finally mine - The words came loud and clear to the Corinthian's ear, unambiguously, without the merciful numbing power of morphine. - If you die, I will kill myself - ---

He had once tried to run away, but Morpheus had found him and managed to bring him back. - Why did you run away from me, Corinthian? - but answering that question would have forced him to reveal truths that he preferred to remain hidden, and the Corinthian was a killer, not a poet in love, and he didn't really know how to give voice to those feelings that he wanted to rip out of his heart. He never answered that question, preferring to appear in the eyes of Lucienne, of Matthew, of Mervin, of everyone as an ungrateful asshole to whom Morpheus, God only knew why, had decided to put his trust again, but Morpheus knew what was in his chest. Morpheus knew it was love. ---

The third time was inevitable, because the Corinthian was once again thinking of escape but Daniel had sensed something because he was Morpheus' son and, although he proudly claimed to be different, the truth was that he resembled his father like a twin and just like his father he was fucking good at reading the Corinthian's mind. He had decided to do this on the anniversary of Morpheus' death, when everyone would be busy with celebrations in memory of their old boss (Lucienne had organized something big, she had even managed to get the whole Endless family together again). His absence would go unnoticed, at least immediately, and by the time they realized it, he would be safe. Safe from the two men who had been in total control of his heart for so many years. But it was still the anniversary of Morpheus' death, and even though the memory of him had never left, that day was a heartbreak because the Corinthian remembered everything, every last detail, every fucking second branded into his mind. He was the one who had found Morpheus' body. That's why he decided to fortify himself with something strong, but then from one glass he went to two, then three and before long the bottle was finished and he felt a knot in his throat that didn't want to dissolve and he couldn't, really couldn't, get up and head for the door. He didn't even notice that Daniel had silently entered his room, and in the haze of his senses it almost seemed to him that he was a ghost. The Corinthian knelt down, as if before a holy apparition. - Morpheus! - He felt a hand settle on his face and the Corinthian sought shelter there like a traveller touching land after years and years at sea. Oh to be an old worn skull, and remain sheltered forever in the safety of that sacred hand. - Why do you want to run away from me, Corinthian? - This time he felt strong enough to answer that question. After all, what was the point of lying to a ghost? - Because I love you - And finally, after so many years he felt Morpheus' lips rest on his own, the lips of a ghost, for it was not Daniel at that moment, no, it was the ghost of Morpheus incarnated in Daniel's body. And of that body that he had longed for so much, that he had wanted to love for years, of that body he could finally take possession, caress it, kiss it, penetrate that pure white flesh, the flesh of a ghost but so real. God, so real. Sleep caught him by, exhausted, and the Corinthian abandoned himself to it, lulled by Daniel's voice, led slowly into a safe, dreamless abyss. - I carry with me the legacy of his love for you. I will be Morpheus, for you and you alone, and you will remain mine -

[reallydumbdannyphantomaus]

Trust

Hi! So so sorry @pokelolmc but this is my incredibly stupendously tremendously late truce gift for you. I went with your second prompt. I hope you enjoy it! ao3 link here

“I need your help.”

Of all the things Danny had expected Valerie to say when she finally chased him down, that… actually wasn’t that surprising. Ever since he’d worked with her to save Danielle from Vlad, she’d been almost friendly. Cordial. She didn’t attack him on sight, at least.

Right now, though, she looked… bad. Bags drooped under her eyes, tinted red through her face visor. Her gun, while in her hand, wasn’t lifted, and Danny had the distinct impression that had less to do with whether she saw him as a threat and more to do with the energy it took to keep it up. She yawned.

“What’s up?” he said. There was enough space below her that he could probably zip out that way. Just in case this was a trick. He didn’t think it was, but, you know. Safe than sorry.

Valerie’s eyes flicked to the ground. “Could we—could we do this somewhere private?”

Below them, a family of three stopped and the child pointed up at them. A couple pulled out their phones and started taking pictures. Danny didn’t mind not being hunted as much as Phantom, but the fame was actually getting annoying. Something he didn’t think he’d ever be able to explain to his younger self who only ever wanted to be noticed.

“Yeah,” he said. “Follow me.”

It was weird to fly away from Valerie, to have her follow, without it being a life or death chase. A good weird, but weird nonetheless. He kept a steady pace, fast enough that the people below couldn’t keep up, but slow enough that Valerie could without pushing herself.

They stopped on top of a hill just outside city limits. Easy to see anyone who approached them and no reason for anyone to look for them here. Valerie still flew around the perimeter, staring at the scanner on her wrist, once, twice, before coming back to Danny.

“It’s acceptable,” she said with a tense nod.

“Thanks for your stamp of approval.” He rolled his eyes.

She stared at the ground again. He could see the beginnings of a sneer on her lips, but she said nothing.

“You came to me,” he said.

“I know!” She bristled like a cat, shoulders up and teeth bared. “I don’t like it any more than you do.”

Danny shrugged. “I don’t really have a problem with it, actually.”

“You stupid—” Valerie let out a wordless scream. “Fine! I’ll go ask someone else.”

“Oh—Okay?”

Valerie stomped away, three stomps, then turned and came right back. “There is no one else for me to ask, dammit!”

Danny held his hands up in surrender. “You seem to be very angry at me?”

“Of course I am! This never would’ve happened without you!”

“I thought you liked being a ghost hunter?”

“Not that!” Valerie hopped off her board and retracted her suit. “This!”

Two rings appeared around her waist, blinding white, and Danny knew.

As they moved up and down her body, the rings replaced Valerie Gray, human, with Valerie Gray, ghost. Her ghost form seemed to be based on her Huntress suit, only in white and green. She still had a face shield, but it was a little clearer, enough so that Danny could see her eyes blown wide with terror.

“Oh,” Danny said.

“‘Oh’? ‘Oh’? That’s all you have to say? I’m a ghost! I’m a ghost hunter, and now I’m a ghost!” Valerie laughed, but it sounded like she was crying. “How messed up is that?”

Danny bit his tongue. Now was not the time to start a fight about him also being a ghost who hunts ghosts.

“How?” he said instead.

“The suit,” she said, voice suddenly quiet. “Guess I shouldn’t have trusted a gift from a ghost, huh?”

Right. Technus had given her the suit as a way to fight him. “Not from that particular ghost, no.”

“Don’t come at me now with ‘not all ghosts are bad’ because I am not feeling it,” she said, voice thick and—was she crying?

She pulled off her helmet and wiped at her eyes and he could see the wetness in them. He didn’t think he’d ever seen Valerie cry before. He reached out a hand to comfort her, stopped, and pulled it back before he touched her. Whatever reason she was here, it wasn’t for comfort from Phantom.

“What… What do you want from me?”

She glared at him again through her tears. “I need you to help me stop being a ghost. Since it’s your fault anyway.”

“How is it my fault?”

“You started this whole ghost hunting thing for me!”

“You started that all on your own! All I did was try to stop Cujo from destroying stuff. And also fail at stopping him.”

“You’re calling the demon mutt by name and you still expect me to believe he’s not yours?”

“Well he kind of is now but he wasn’t then.”

“Whatever! That’s not even the point.”

“Then what—”

“You’re the only ghost I can trust, okay?”

Danny stopped mid sentence, open-mouthed. Valerie’s shout echoed through the sudden silence as her eyes widened as she covered her mouth with her hands. “You trust me?”

“I mean. Maybe. Sort of, kind of, a little. You know Danielle, at least, and she trusts you, and I think I’m the same thing as her, so you’re the most obvious choice. Is what I meant.”

“Wow. I have never seen someone backtrack so hard.” Danny couldn’t help the grin that grew on his face. Valerie trusted him! She knew, at least on some level, that he wasn’t a threat! Given that he felt like dancing and shouting for joy, he thought his smile was actually rather restrained.

“Oh, shut up! Are you going to help me or what?”

“I mean, yes, but—”

“Good, then let’s get going and get me deghosted.”

“Valerie—”

“I haven’t been able to sleep because I keep phasing through my bed at night and I’m terrified I’m going to fall through the floor into the apartment below.”

“Well—”

“I really, really need to not be a ghost anymore, you have no idea—”

“Valerie! I can’t make you not a ghost!” Danny hadn’t meant to shout, but he couldn’t let her get too far convincing herself that this was reversible, not her new normal that she had to learn to deal with. “It’s in your DNA now, and I’m not a geneticist or anything. I can help you control it. I can help you so you never use your ghost powers without meaning to, but I can’t make it go away. You’re half ghost now. Do you get that?”

He half-expected Valerie to shout some more, maybe to storm off and not come back this time, but instead Valerie hugged her knees to her chest and cried. “Yeah,” she said, holding back a sob, “I was worried you’d say that.”

Danny sighed and dropped down next to her. He could feel the ghostly cold coming off her, see the unnatural glow of her ghostly white hair, hear the sob she couldn’t lock up anymore. “It’s not all bad,” he says. “Flying is cool, and it can be fun to go through the walls and all. You can get control, and it can be fun.”

“How would you know? You’re a ghost, but I’m a ghost and a human. It’s not the same thing!”

“I know Danielle, though. Trust me, she’s doing just fine as a half-ghost.”

“Sure, after she nearly melted.”

“That had more to do with her being a clone.”

“A what?”

Danny winced. “You know what? That’s a whole other can of worms to unpack later. The point is: you’ll be okay. I know it’s scary right now, but you really can beat this. And if I know you at all, you will.”

Valerie sniffed, snorting back some of the snot that had formed as she cried. She huffed a laugh. “Are you telling me to believe in myself and it’ll be okay?”

“Maybe. Is it working?”

“Maybe.”

They sat there on the hillside for a long moment. Valerie wasn’t crying anymore at that point, but she still looked a mess, dozing off into her arms then jerking herself back awake.

“Go to sleep, Val,” Danny said. She stared at him through one bleary eye. “I’ll stay here until you wake up.”

Valerie nodded. “And then we get to work?”

“And then we’ll get to work.”

Danny didn’t move as Valerie drifted off into light snores, or as her head tipped to the side and landed on his shoulder. After an hour had passed, his own head dropped down onto hers and he closed his eyes, welcoming in the sleep.

[bwoahtastic]

I randomly thought about the idkiwp verse today so here;

There was some sort of commotion going on, of that Michael was sure, but since he was never certain of his place in the Pack - or if he even had a place in the Pack - he skirted the edge of the commotion. But after packing away Daniel's drivers room and then sitting in the empty room for a good half hour, wondering how even Daniel, talkative and loud, had managed to drag his media duties on this long, Michael had wandered to the communal Pack room looking for his friend and remind him they had a flight to catch.

It was quiet, calm, most of the group already heading home, until he finally heard a lot of noise coming from one of the private bedrooms further off the main room, and finally Michael realised what the unusual scents were filling the room.

Fear, panic, surprise, shock. Max, Daniel, Seb, Lando.

Lando. HIs would be Mate, the love of his life, who's come into his life like a whirlwind and changed everything for him. He'd been on his own so long, happy with his friends and a lose Pack around him, but mostly just enjoying freedom and travelling and never feeling like he needed to settle down. He'd love a family, of course, pups of his own to run around after, but it had never happened for him, and he'd learnt to be happy enough on his own.

But Lando felt like home for the first time since he'd left Australia, endlessly bubbly and excited and Michael felt butterflies for the first time since he was a teenager. They'd fooled around the past year now, and Michael so desperately wanted to show Lando off to the world as his Omega, but Lando was cautious. He was the baby of the Pack, basically Max and Daniel's surrogate pup, and he was terrified of them not accepting their relationship.

And now Lando smelt like fear, panic, and pain, and Michael could hear pained grunts even through the door as he edged closer, trying to keep calm so his scent didn't give him away. He couldn't just storm in, surely, that would give too much away, so he hovered outside the room a moment until he could work out what was going on.

"What's happening to me?!" He could hear Lando whimper in pain, followed by footsteps around him.

"Your pup is coming Lando," Seb responded calmly, never flustered, despite the words making Michael's eyes widen. What pup?!

"Hurts," was the only reply, still in a whimper before pained grunts took over instead.

"Breathe," Max reminded him softly. "It won't last forever, it's going to be okay."

But the pained grunts and moans just continued, and Michael could tell his scent was spiking in response - luckily everyone else seemed to be distracted right now.

"What's happening to me?" Lando just keep whimpering over and over again, and Michael couldn't help but let out a low growl in response to his Mate being in pain, his instinct to protect taking over.

Footsteps again, and the door wrenched open in front of him, Daniel stood in the doorway with wide eyes before squaring up in the doorway. "You did this to him?" He asked with a growl, clearly a challenge as the pieces put together in his mind, Lando's pain and Michael's reaction, their scents mixed together.

"Let me see my Mate," Michael growled in reply, shoulders back and teeth bared, ready to fight if need be.

"Michael," came a little voice from behind them, Lando reaching from his nest for the Alpha with wide, scared eyes, and Michael pushed past the other Alpha without thinking, dropping to his knees beside the little Omega on the bed.

"You're okay darling, you're okay," Michael murmured softly over and over again, soothing his hand through Lando's curls and pressing soft kisses to his head.

"Hurts," Lando just murmured in response, before yet again moaning in pain, Michael clutching his hand and continuing to whisper softly that Lando was safe, he was cared for, it would be okay in the end.

"M'sorry, didn't know," Lando murmured once his contraction was over, nosing into Michael's shoulder for comfort. "I'm scared."

"I know sweetheart, it's going to be okay. I'll look after you both."

AAHH PLSS BABIESSSS

Michael being so unsure of where he stands within the Pack and whether he can trust them, poor thing. And then being so worried when he smells Lando is scared and in pain, but not daring to go into the room immediately.

Daniel growling but Michael not being scared because Lando needs him, even if its a shock to everyone that it was Michael who got Lando pregnant! And poor Lando being in pain and scared but now at least having his Mate back.

I loved this! Thank you for writing.

[lsunstreakerl]

part five of the maxiel corporate au! 2.1k words, Daniel POV. still explicit!

relevant heads up: under negotiated kink (by which I mean not negotiated at all) under/non negotiated everything really, dirtbag daniel

Daniel presses up against Max's prostate again, watches him fall to lovely little pieces under his fingers, panting and crying.

He's toying with him again- gets Max close, but not close enough, withdraws just the tiniest amount. The kid is a wreck- blotchy red patches down his neck, teary splotches on the pillows. Daniel has been drawing it out all day- hasn't stopped thinking about it.

Of course, he had no issues going into his private bathroom at the office and getting off, unlike Max, who's had to be pent up the entire time.

He pats himself on the back for the report idea. Watching Max try and remember what he'd written on a report Daniel knows he didn't really pay attention to had been deeply satisfying.

He presses back down, moves his fingertips in tiny little circles, listening to Max's breathing pick up, the way he's squirming around. He can't decide if he wants more of less- but it's not his decision to make.

He's clenching around Daniel's fingers, legs straining against the cuffs around his ankles, hips jerking wildly as Daniel doesn't let up.

"Danny,"

His voice is high, breathy and whiny.

Daniel pushes in hard, and Max screams, face buried into the pillow as he comes, tight around Daniel's fingers.

Daniel doesn't give him much of a comedown period, or really any- he's sliding his fingers out as he pushes the head of his cock against Max's hole.

He's stretched him, but not quite enough. He's impatient, and it's a good reminder for Max to keep himself comfortably open.

Or maybe the kids a masochist. They'll find out.

Daniel groans as he slides into Max, wet and hot and tight. Max makes a pitiful noise, but his hips are trying to fuck back onto Daniel, so-

Point for Daniel, again. The sweet little intern is a slut.

He wraps his hands around Max's waist, pulls him back all to way to his hips as Max chokes on a gasp, fingers clawing into the sheets.

Max is starting to thrash, overstimulated. If he was telling the truth earlier- and Daniel thinks he was- he's never done this before, never been pushed into one orgasm and then another.

Max is going to remember this forever. Daniel believes a first time should be memorable- so really, he's doing him a favor.

He sets a fast pace, really for his own satisfaction more than Max's, the slick slide of his body around him, the way he keeps tightening.

Max is crying into the pillows, and Daniel hitches his hips higher, pushes him further into the bed as he changes his angle, dead on for where Max's prostate is.

He knows he's found it because Max wails, turns into a vice around his cock, and he keeps going, feels his own orgasm building.

He reaches his hand around, thumbs at the head of Max's neglected cock, and he cries out, knuckles white on the sheets as he comes, and Daniel isn't too far behind- fucks into Max again, and again- comes buried deep inside of him.

He needs to get a test back from Max- the idea of fucking him on the desk, sending him back downstairs with cum dripping out of him- Daniel wants it. The condom is fine for now, but he doesn't want to have to think about it.

Daniel pulls out, admires the way Max is still stretched out, puffy and raw. He brushes his thumb across Max's rim, just to watch him shudder away from him.

"Cute."

Max is sniffling into the pillows, falls limp when Daniel lets go of his hips. Daniel leaves the bed, ties off the condom for the waste bin as he grabs the vibrator.

Max hasn't moved any when Daniel comes back, and he fights the urge to smack his ass again- he'll save that.

Daniel runs a hand down his side. Max is sweating a bit, still breathing in little pants. Daniel hasn't exactly given him a whole lot of reprieve.

He's not about to start either- slides his fingers down Max's stomach, wrapping them around his limp cock, and Max twitches, moaning as Daniel slides his hand up the shaft.

"Danny..."

It's a bit quieter, wrung out.

Daniel uses his other hand to soothe down Max's side.

"You're doing a good job, Maxy. I'm just giving you the rest of what you asked for."

Max shivers, and Daniel wonders if maybe he doesn't need the vibe for the third at all- maybe he just needs this.

"You took that so well for me, didn't you? Even though you're a mess- you're still being good for me, letting me use you."

Max whines softly, but he's not trying to get away from Daniel again.

"It's like you were built for this. Knew it from the moment I saw you standing by the desk- knew you were going to look perfect underneath me, and you do, don't you? So pretty with a cock in your mouth, on your knees. Even prettier here, all spread out for me."

Max likes praise- really likes it, apparently. Daniels admittedly impressed as he realizes Max is getting hard again, letting Daniel use him even though it must hurt.

God, Max is perfect. He needs to find a way to take him on the business trip in a couple weeks- let Max watch everything starry eyed before Daniel fucks him against the hotel window.

He's probably never flown first class or private before- Daniel doesn't mind showing him both.

"You're so sweet for it, aren't you?"

Max moans, hips hitching back closer to Daniel, and he keeps up his strokes- a slowly maddening pace.

It doesn't take very long for Max to be ready again, shifting underneath Daniel. The lines of his back are starting to shine with sweat, and Daniel spares a moment to wonder if Max works out- he's toned, for an office worker.

Daniel leans down close near his ear, presses his thumb into Max's slit as he whimpers.

"You want to come again?"

Max has to turn his head to answer, eyes hazy and unfocused.

"Please- Danny please-"

"Right answer."

Daniel increases the speed, curls his fingers tighter, just on the edge of too painful for Max, but it's what he needs- he starts to tense underneath him, locking together before he comes with a sob.

Daniel strokes him through it, even though Max has barely cum at all, until Max is trembling in his arms.

"Hurts-"

"I bet it does, babe."

He lets go, running a hand along Max's hip. The last one will be the hardest- but he'll give Max what he's owed. Maybe later down the line Max will remember this, might even beg Daniel not to let him come.

He rises to his knees before he's flipping Max over, arranging him on his back. Max's whole body curls towards his hands, like a plant seeking the sun.

Daniel gives in a bit, because he doesn't want to break Max- it's a delicate balance. He runs his hands across Max's chest and sides, works his thumbs in across his shoulders.

Max sighs. His eyes are somewhat looking in Daniel's direction, but he's definitely not with it.

Daniel gives him a few more minutes, gently working him through the comedown before he's reaching off to the side. He gathers Max's wrists in one hand, and then he flicks the vibrator on, and Max immediately starts squirming, eyes going wide.

"Nononono Danny, Danny-"

Daniel shushes him, runs his thumb across the bones of his wrist.

"It's okay, this is the last one. You're almost done."

Max wails when Daniel brings the vibe down, thrashing. It's only the bar between his ankles and Daniel's grip on his wrists that keeps him from wiggling right off the bed, but he tries his best anyways.

Daniel keeps a steady pressure, lets Max climb and climb as he cries, smoothing his thumb over Max's skin.

"Almost there Maxy, just gotta give me one more. You can do it."

Max is already tensing, although the only thing Daniel is getting out of him now are pained moans.

"You're being so good for me, so pretty like this, just need one more from you and then you're done-"

Max cries out, hips jerking as Daniel drags his fourth out of him, and he flicks the vibe off, tosses it to the side as Max weakly twitches his way through the aftershocks.

"God, look at you. Your first time, and you gave me four."

Daniel lightly traces his fingers up Max's abdomen, watches the way Max shivers underneath him.

Daniel has so many ideas- so many things he wants to do. For now though, he needs to actually take care of Max.

He leans back, meaning to uncuff Max's ankles, only for Max to whine, trying to grab at him.

"I'm not going anywhere, I'm just getting your ankles."

Max looks pathetic, teary and red faced, and he's been good, so Daniel indulges him, laces their fingers together on one hand as he unlatches the buckles with the other.

He's careful as he works his fingers down Max's thigh and calf, makes sure he doesn't cramp as he pulls his legs back towards himself.

"I need to get you a washcloth, babe. You gotta let go for that."

Max does not let go.

"That means you have to come with me."

Max doesn't get up either.

Daniel sighs, carefully unhooking their fingers.

"I'll be right back."

It doesn't change anything- Max's eyes are wide and watery when Daniel steps out, and he's crying when Daniel comes back in.

"Danny-"

Daniel sighs, settles cross legged on the bed and half pulls Max into his lap.

"It's alright Maxy, I came back. I'm right here."

Max is clinging to Daniel's thigh, fingers tight in his slacks at Daniel starts running the cloth across his back and shoulders.

He's going to have to send Max with some of his things- it doesn't feel right to make the kid get his work clothes back on.

He'll message Blake as well, tell him to give Max tomorrow off.

Max is practically comatose in his lap by the time Daniel is done wiping him down, fingers still tight in his pants. He looks-

He looks sweet like this. He was sweet before, but in the way that made Daniel want to fuck him. Now he just looks-

Soft.

He doesn't normally let his hookups catch cat-naps on top of him, but he's going to give Max a pass- he'd put him through a lot.

Daniel isn't sure how long they lay there, himself half reclined against the headboard, Max sleeping on top of him.

Eventually Max starts to stir, and Daniel gently taps at his jaw.

"Hey babe. I've got some clothes and a taxi, yeah? I called you out tomorrow, so you can stay home. Get some extra rest."

Max blinks at him, sleepy and confused, but Daniel can see it start to sink in- can practically see the moment Max force starts his working brain, kicking it into gear.

"Yes sir."

Daniel tuts, tapping Max's jaw again.

"Just Danny here."

Max seems confused again, but he nods anyways.

"Yes Danny."

Daniel helps him to his feet. Max is walking better than he expected- but he'll definitely be feeling it tomorrow, when the endorphins are gone. He'd grabbed him sweatpants and a shirt. No boxers, because he thinks Max wearing them is criminal.

"Taxi is outside- it's prepaid, so it'll take you wherever your place is."

Max nods. He still seems a little dazed, but he's recovering quick. Daniel watches him collect his things, and then he walks him to the door.

"Elevator is down to AA, taxi is outside the parking garage."

He pauses. Some part of him feels weird about it, slightly off.

"I'll see you back at work on Thursday, yeah?"

Max nods, not meeting his eyes.

"Thursday, yes. I will be there. Thank you for the rest day, sir."

Daniel doesn't bother correcting him again- they'll work on it. He claps Max on the shoulder before sending him on his way, watches the elevator doors slide shut.

He stays up long enough for the notification that his card has been charged. He doesn't take taxis- hasn't for a long time- so he's not sure how much the average fare is. Not that it matters to him anyways.

He's worn out when he finally hits the sheets. The merger has been complicated, keeps presenting hidden issues they hadn't expected. Bringing Max home had helped- he's feeling less pent up.

Unfortunately, it doesn't matter how good the sex is, when it comes to the merger.

Daniel groans, tossing and turning. He doesn't want to think about work. He'd much rather think about the pretty thing he'd had in his bed- maybe he'll get lucky and have pleasant dreams tonight.

Maybe they'll have a certain intern in them.

[alltoolewis]

30 with lando pls

"Ride me."- Lando Norris.

Summary- you and lando celebrate his highest placing poduim after you comfort his nerves before the Italian grand prix....

Words- 1808...

(Warnings- Alot of fluff & smut! 18+! You've been warned!)

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You couldn't believe how quickly it all flew by. It felt like just yesterday when you met him... you the new photographer for McLaren, who didn't have a clue about F1, moving away from everything you knew to travel round the world taking pictures of cars worth more than your credit card & him, the new rookie, who had so much confidence on the track but who had near to none when it came to speaking to women... until you came along & And now here you were... 3 years later, moved in together, traveling the world doing the thing both of you loved & what a better way than doing that together.

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Your hands trembled just looking at him pacing the room,you could tell he was nervous.. I mean who wouldn't be, starting P3 in one of the most anticipated races of the calendar....

"Baby your making me dizzy" you giggled,slowly making your way over to him as he reaches for your clammy hand.

"Im sorry" he sighed, leaning into your touch as you pulled him closer "just nervous... I mean with all the pressure of me and danny starting up the grid & McLaren not having the season they hoped for, its just getting to me.. and you-" stopping himself, he looked deep into your eyes and for the first time you could see the panic and fear glossing his eyes like smoke...

"Im what baby?" You whispered, gently tracing your fingers though his newly combed locks, an action that you knew relaxed him...

"Your here..."

Confusion washed over you gently let go of him, taking a step back to watch his new fear wash over him..

"I can stay back here lando... if I'm the one making you nervous... I'm sure they wont mind me sitting out on this one, they have so many talented photographers, they won't miss m-"

Put of nowhere lando pulled you closer, locking your lips with his, taking all the unnecessary words out of your mouth.

"I'll miss you" lando mumbled against your lips, before pulling away pushing your forehead against yours...

"Your not the issue baby.. its just I know how dangerous this track is & I just don't want you to see anything that you shouldn't.... I couldn't cope with mysel-"

This time is was you to interrupt him, lifting up his chin to meet your.

"Lando I know the drill.... its not my first rodeo baby, every race is a dangerous one... I knew what I signed up for the minute I started falling in love with you & guess what... I dont regret one bit & you know why...?"

"Why?" He whispered, voice full of uncertainty.

"Because you.." you sighed, locking your lips with him again "are the best driver on that grid and you I've never been more proud of anything or anyone in my life.... your gonna be okay... and im gonna be right there for here for you, together forever eh?" You say, smirking as you see his face light up at your words, reaching out for your outstretched hand, locking your fingers as he repeated your words..

"Together forever"...

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"How many more laps left??" You sighed, hands beginning to tremble as you looked at the monitor, lando dropping down to 6th after his pit.

"26" zac sighed as he sat next you, placing a hand on your knee "hes doing well you know.... he a supers-"

However zak never got to finish his praise as gasps fill the garage, looking up to see Max's car ontop of Lewis's. Heart skipping a beat as you realised just how close it was to being lando...

"I have to go- I... what if it was him.. he was so close to them he was only a second away... what if" you whispered all the possible scenerios as tear filled your eyes, causing zac to pull you closer...

"Listen... you can't live your life with what ifs (y/n).. it could of been him but guess what it wasn't andd look where he is know!" He smiles looking up at the monitor just as lando overtakes Charles, reaching p2.

"I mean you could leave... but Together forever I heard?" Zac smirks as he places a headset on your knee as he gets up to get back to his place... "just in case you want to pop in and check up on him... you stresshead"

As the lap count increased, so did your heart rate, as you seen lando still at p2 with 1 lap to go and a 2 second gap between him and perez. Hands hesitating to pick up the headset that remained on your knee like a safety blanket. Only picking it up as the mclaren garage erupts in applause, not only has lando picked up his highest ever poduim but Daniel won!

'Lets fucking go lads' lando screeches as you place the headset on, zac giving you a little nod, letting you know you can talk to him.

"Baby" you whisper through the mic, voice trembling with pride and emotion.

"(Y/n)!!! We did it! We fucking did it!!" Lando screams as he makes his way to the last corner..

"We lando?!? I didn't do anything but hid behind zac the whole time" causing lando to chuckle before the set goes dead and the garage yet again erupts... letting you know the mclarens have parked up.

Lando was the first one out, immediately running over to zac and the rest of the team, and although you could tell he was ecstatic, apart of you knew that he was gonna be disappointed about not getting p1... but he's a team player & at the end of the day thats all that matters.

After the hugs from the team, it was your turn to be pulled into your sweaty boyfriends arms, in the biggest bear hug you've ever been given.

"I'm sooo proud of you baby" you whisper, running your hand through is wet locks. Tears welling your eyes for what felt like the 50th time today.

"I love you so much" he screamed, picking your feet of the ground as he twirled you around, so fast you would of sworn he would of got the fastest lap!

"And by the way" he smirks, locking your lips with his "theres no me without you...."

However your sweet moment was inturpted as you get rudely pulled away from eachother by a certain ecstatic Australian....

"Alright love birds, plenty of that later" grabbing lando by the shoulders, pushing him towards the poduims "continue that later please, me and loverboy here have a shoey to do"

Your heart melts as you hear landos laugh, even from 10 meters away, but nothing made your race more than seeing him mouth the words anyone would dream about hearing.....

"Cant wait too rip them clothes off".....

And by lord did he keep his promise, not even being able to close the door before your 'mclaren 4' tshirt was pulled from your body.

"Ive been dying to do this from the moment I crossed that line" lando groaned as he pushed against the wall, using all his last energy, locking his lips with yours. Tounges fighting for dominance as he unhooks your bra, throwing it carelessly across the room.

Before you knew it you thrown on the bed, just as carelessly as your long forgotten bra.

"How the fuck did I get this lucky" lando moaned as he hovers over your already shaken body, eyes gazing over your bare body, filling with not only with lust but love....

Sitting up you, you lock your lips again....

"I should be saying that too you.." you mumble against his mouth, flipping your body ontop of his as your hands trace down his bare chest.

"Ahh taking in charge I see" he smirks, throwing his arms at the back of his head, as your unbutton his belt, seeing his hard cock push against the poorly made cotton.

"Only the best for my champion" you whisper, pulling down the last layer before getting to work. Lips locking over the tip, as you look straight in his eyes, making sure he can see the collection of pre-come of your tounge as it traces on his tip.

"Fuck doll..." lando wheezed as your hand goes up and down his shaft, his hands pulling your hair back as you take him deeper down your throat. His groans filling the room as your eyes welled up for a different reason this time as you feel his tip against the back of your throat, however you didnt have time to enjoy your meal for any longer as he pulls you away. Leaning down, he latches your lips to his, moaning as he tastes himself on your tounge.

"Dont want to finish in your mouth"

Laying back down, throwing one of your legs over his waist causing you to straddle him....

"Ride me." He demands, and like the good girl you were you took no time to fulfill his needs. Pulling out a condom from under the pillow he wa layed on..

"Dont judge me.. i knew this was gonna happen"

Lando chuckled as you slipped the condom on him, positioning yourself before sinking on him, Causing both of your breaths to hitch...

"Fuck (y/n)... how the fuck are you still this tight after 3 years of fucking you" lando moaned as your hips start to rock against his waist, finding your familiar rhythm as his hands find your waist. The sound of skin slapping could only be heard, as you allowed him to fill you up.

"Fuck lando" you yell throwing your hand back as he places his hand on your clit, matching the rhythm of your hips "dont stop" you scream as he picks up the pace.

Using his free hand to continue guiding your hips on his cock, pushing his hips up to meet yours.

Moans filled the air, both of you knowing full well that the rest of the mclaren could hear your 'private celebration' however neither you seemed to care as your screams filled up the room.

"Im so close" you sigh as lando continues to meet your hips half way, leaning down to meet his lips.

"Me too baby... fuck me too"

Without out any more warnings, lando let go, feeling his seed fill up the condom that was still thrusting inside you.

"Come on baby let go" lando yelled, hand moving faster against your clit as he, attaches onto your sensitive tits. Something that he knew could bring you to cum hust on its own...

"Fuck!!!" You scream as the pleasure washes over you, collapsing on his chest as you both tried to catch your breath.

"I love you so much" he whispered as he pulled your swollen lips into one last kiss..

"I love you too lando" you whispered back, leaning back into his chest as he begins to comb his fingers through your hair, a action that after 3 years of love he knew would instantly put you to sleep... and like everything that boy does, he never fails...

[21burritoseavey]

Hey love!

Hope you’re doing good.

I have cute idea where y/n is having a bad day then she goes to Daniel house and she ask Christian where is Daniel he tells her he is in the studio and Daniel was live on ig but y/n thought he playing piano and recording himself so she sat on his lap , he panicked because they were still a secret and he wanted his relationship private.

I hope that’s not to crazy

Hey! I’m doing great and I hope you are too. thanks for requesting!

Secret Relationship (d.s)

a/n: k just pretend that the background of that photo is the studio lol. I will most likely do a little pt.2 for another request I got:) if you want other scenarios or anything let me know cos this was fun lol. enjoy!

It was fair to say Y/n was having a bad day. The morning rose and fell as quickly as the leaves fell from the autumn trees outside, but once it was time for the sun to descend, the hours couldn’t have inched past any slower, crawling in one by one as she worked quietly behind the wooden desk after school.

It was 4:56pm when she glimpsed over at her lock screen to realise, she had an hour left before the library would close for the day. The school building was quiet at that hour. Most people were revelling in the joys and relief the weekend had graciously brought and only the janitor was seen wiping down the windows in the distance.

She could barely keep her eyes open as she wrote down the last of her notes. Her fingers ached after scrolling through the pages...and documents...and slides on her laptop and her brain went practically numb from all the letters and numbers she’d stared at. The unsteady pile of books beside her was not helping either. All those thoughts of work had her craving her boyfriend’s presence. She just wanted one of Daniel’s hugs at that point. The warmth of his strong arms wrapped around her and the comforting beating of his tender heart right against her ear. Every aspect of Daniel’s affection was practically engrained in her mind. The thought of being with him squirmed in the back of her mind, tugging at her heartstrings until she finally sighed and closed her books. She tucked her belongings into her backpack and made her way out of the library - after giving the quiet librarian a wave - and across the campus.

Y/n found herself standing behind the Seavey’s front door. She knocked a couple times and heard the door handle rattle after a moment. Christian slowly came into view as the door creaked open.

Y/n cracked a gentle smile. “Hey, Y/n,” Christian moved to the side to let her walk through. “How’re you doing?”

“I’m okay, thanks for asking.” She replied. “And you?”

Christian noticed how Y/n’s shoulders slumped as she walked and the subtle frown playing at her lips, but he kept his thoughts to himself. “I’m great, just finished a self-tape.” He sat on the couch nearby.

“That’s great.” Y/n yawned. She’d come over to the Seavey’s house many times before so making herself comfortable was never an issue. Her blanket was tossed in the corner of the sofa, and she reached an arm to pull it towards her. Christian chuckled lightly as she plunked herself down and closed her eyes. The quiet of the home allowed her to enjoy some well-deserved rest. Only some, because in minutes Kobe was scampering down the hall and jumping into Y/n’s arms.

“Oh my God!” Y/n lifted herself up again and pet the excited dog as he licked her. She turned towards Christian again with Kobe shuffling further into her chest. “Is Daniel home?”

Christian looked up from his phone. “Yeah, in the studio.”

Y/n sent him a quiet ‘thank you’ before she was jumping out of her seat and rushing outside, across the patio. Kobe was quick at her heels.

Y/n had slowed down once she reached the door. She pressed her ear against the cold surface and listened in. The faint sounds of Daniel’s piano playing had sailed along the studio and seeped through the small gaps of the door, dancing with the steady breeze.

The soft, bell-like melodies emitting from the piano had smeared an unmistakable grin on Y/n’s face and she let her hands twist the doorknob quietly to not send Daniel out of his playing. She could sense his happiness from a mile away and today was no different. He was doing the very thing he loved after all.

The heart fluttering sight of him in an oversized, grey hoodie had her shoulders untensing and her face softening. “Hi,” She greeted. She trudged over and rested her palms on his shoulders from behind. His phone leaned against the music rack, with comments and questions gradually moving upwards beside little floating hearts. The live Instagram broadcast on his phone remained totally invisible to the young, tired girl. Daniel was hardly able to utter a warning before she draped her legs across his thighs to sit on his lap.

He couldn’t contain his nervous giggles as she hung her arms over his shoulders, “Hey, b-...Y/n.”

“Hi,” Y/n replied. She nestled her head into his chest and even clutched Daniel’s arms to rest around her waist. The Instagram live played on as the young couple rested together on the bench. Daniel kept his arms wrapped tightly around his girlfriend despite his heart’s intense beating.

He looked towards his phone screen again. “She’s just giving me a hug.” He reassured the viewers the best he could. He knew no one was buying it though. The comments were brimming with heart-eye emojis or excited comments in all caps.

Daniel peered down at his girlfriend, tucked comfortably and unbothered in his arms. “Just a really long hug.” He nodded towards the screen again.

Y/n went out like a light. She was perfectly content cradled in her boyfriend’s loving embrace, already drifting into a peaceful drea-

“Y/n.” A sweat broke over Daniel’s forehead. He snatched sneaky glances towards his phone before trying again, “Y/n!” He whispered sharply through the warm toned room.

“What?” Y/n mumbled quietly. She rubbed her eyes to spread her consciousness further.

“People are watching.” Daniel jerked his head towards the phone screen in front of them.

Y/n snapped her head to look at his phone propped up against the music stand. “Oh! Ri-right.” She shifted off Daniel’s lap quickly. He tried to wear a smile for the audience in his phone that were very much engrossed in the situation. Y/n dropped her gaze to the floor and picked at her nails. “I’m just...” She flung her arm to gesture towards the door, “gonna go.” Y/n’s nervous words were barely heard through the room and Daniel’s expression faltered as he watched her stride off for the living room without a second glance.

He felt terrible. He fought the urge to run after her and make sure she was okay, merely spinning back around to face the screen. “Okay,” he said breathily, pressing the keys harshly to produce a muddled mess of notes. He didn’t feel like playing anymore.

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Daniel dragged his feet out of the studio towards the living room. He noticed Y/n sitting on the couch during the rest of his livestream and desperately wanted to make sure she was okay. Outside, the sunset bloomed beautifully, setting the sky ablaze with soft colours as Kobe played quietly on the patio. He ran towards the main house as Daniel slid open the door.

Y/n gave him a quick upward glimpse before lowering her eyes again. But then she looked up again, noticing his usual soothing smile replaced with a long frown. “You okay?” She asked softly.

Daniel fell back onto the sofa with a deep huff before glancing at her. “No. I’m sorry you had to leave like that.”

Y/n chuckled, “It’s okay.” She shuffled closer to him. Her body was angled slightly towards his and she dragged an arm to rest across his shoulders. Daniel moved to rest in between her crossed legs, and he rested his head on her chest. “We both want our relationship to be private, so...it’s okay.” Y/n consoled with a giggle. “I think your fans are suspicious now though.” She let a smirk tug at the corner of her lips. Daniel raised his eyes to meet her sparkly eyes.

“Oh, they’re definitely suspicious now.” Daniel took her hand away from his shoulder and entwined their fingers in a loose grip to kiss her knuckles. He cupped her face with his other hand and kissed her lips strongly. Y/n sighed pleasantly into it, finally feeling that relief she’d been waiting for all day. That reassuring affection that pulled her into a wave of warmth and comfort. They silently enjoyed the love that danced through their bodies and in between them for a few long moments.

Daniel pulled back and intertwined their fingers again. “It won’t be like this forever, Y/n.”

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A Cup of Rose Americano

Pairing: Bae Jinyoung x Original Female Character|Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Poor Girl/Rich Boy, Coffee Shop/Gangster AU (IDEK how I got here, just go with it)

Summary: There's more than meets the eye with every person, including Bae Jinyoung, the world's finest barista at Personal Barista Cafe

Word count: 4.7k

Rating/Warnings: Mature / Explicit Sexual Content: Porn With Some Plot, Kissing, Mirror Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Creampie

Author’s Note: I wanted to write a fluffy Coffee Shop AU but NGL something else has been preoccupying my mind and the world building to this fic kind of went off the rails and transformed into a completely different story. Enjoy this smut, readers! I really want to explore this world a lot more but IDK if I can commit to anything beyond this RN. So please, please enjoy this! Sorry in advance for mistakes! I don't always catch everything when I proofread.

I always appreciate some feedback on my writings!

"Really, it'll be a...new coffee experience," Hyeon assured Sandy. She handed Sandy a green card. It felt like an expensive platinum credit card, the card made of metal, feeling heavy and cold in her hand. "All you have to do is fill out a survey after you get your free coffee. Once you make it inside, hand the card over to your barista."

"Aren't you supposed to find actual volunteers?" Sandy asked, looking at the shiny card. The only thing on the card was the name of the new test cafe, PB Cafe.

“Trust me,” Hyeon said with a grin. “You’ve never had coffee like this. This is free, too. You’re going to say no to free coffee? And I swear, this is really me saying it, their coffee is really good.”

“Fine, thanks for the free coffee.”

“Enjoy!” Hyeon turned her back to Sandy, most likely scanning for potential test subjects for her new marketing event. Being her best friend, Sandy was always her first test subject. She didn’t know if Hyeon’s bosses approved of her taking advantage of all the free stuff she was receiving.

Sandy walked over to a shop that was setup at the southwest corner of a 3 story building. The walls were white and the windows were covered by white curtains. “PB Cafe” was written in black on the front door, though there were no door handles. Standing in front of the door, Sandy noticed a black square pad beside the right side of the door. She pressed the green card to the black pad and jumped slightly as the glass door slid open. A short piano tune played, sounding old but familiar, reminding her of old Hollywood movies from the mid-20th Century.

Tentatively, she stepped in. Walking past the white curtains, she found herself inside a small room. At the back end of the room was a small bar with one wooden chair in front of it. It only took her 4 steps to reach the chair, so she pulled it out and sat down. The wall behind the bar slid down to the floor and a broad shouldered man walked out from what looked like a bright white light before the wall slid back up behind him.

Too shocked to react, Sandy set the green card down onto the smooth marble countertop. Her eyes couldn’t leave the face of her barista. He was very handsome and his small grin softened his masculine exterior. Wordlessly, he took the green card and placed it in the front left pocket of his black apron.

“Welcome to Personal Barista Cafe,” he said in a soft, sultry voice. “My name is Bae Jinyoung, your Personal Barista today. How shall I address you?”

“Uh, just call me Sandy, I don’t like formalities much.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Sandy. If you don’t like formalities feel free to call me BaeJin or BaeBae.” She gave a soft chuckle and threw her hand over her mouth, feeling her cheeks warm up. Such a sultry man telling her to call him something as cute as BaeBae tickled her. “Is this your first drink with PB Cafe?”

“Yes,” she replied. “I don’t know anything about this cafe, except that you have good coffee.”

“A Personal Barista will make you a personalized drink,” he explained, pulling out a menu form. “Whatever you order, I will make it in front of you. If you want to know how I prepare your drink, please let me know and I will explain as I go. If you want small talk instead, I enjoy a small conversation as I prepare you a drink. If you want silence, for any reason, please don’t feel pressured to speak if you don’t want to.”

“Can I get an Americano?” she asked, after glancing at the long list of coffee drinks. The menu was simple and elegant, the writings were in cursive but the paper was black and the ink white. She liked the seemingly simple attention to detail. “How long have you been a barista, BaeJin?”

“Almost a year,” he replied. He poured fresh ground coffee into a metal contraption with a long neck. She pressed her lips together as her eyes were fixed on his skilled, large hands. He was using a device to compact the coffee grounds.

“Do you enjoy being a barista?”

“I do. It allows me to be creative. My regular job is stressful.”

He put the coffee grounds into the machine and pressed a few buttons. She watched him place a small white espresso mug under the spout of the machine. He grabbed a large white mug of coffee, and looked at her with a soft grin.

“This is your side hustle?” she asked. PB Cafe seemed like it paid well.

“Most people have more than one job these days,” he replied.

“That’s true,” she replied. “I have a day job and a night job.”

“What are your jobs?”

“I’m interning at a law firm, helping a paralegal out. I’m hoping to get my private investigator’s license soon.”

“You want to be a private investigator?” he asked.

“I want to be a lawyer,” she answered, “but having a private investigator’s license helps me pick up skills. Research is the true gift of being a good lawyer.”

“Research. You must be very smart and hard working.”

“You are sweet,” she said, resting an elbow onto the counter, leaning forward. “I wish my smarts and hard work were enough to give me success. I’m lacking in luck lately.” His eyes drifted away from the espresso machine and looked into her eyes. She felt her cheeks turn hot, realizing she had overshared. It’d been a sad thought, too. “I feel very lucky right now.”

“Sandy, I don’t mean to make assumptions about people but if I were to guess you are someone with expensive tastes,” he said. He pulled out two small brown glass bottles from a drawer. “But, you settle for less.”

“I..” she breathed out.

She should have been insulted, but her barista BaeJin was right. Sandy had always been envious of people who could afford designer things or had the means to go on extravagant vacations, but all of that had always been a dream. The closest she got was free shit from Hyeon. A drink from PB Cafe was likely three times that of a drink from Starbucks, and Sandy could only afford Starbucks for special occasions.

“Why are you saying this?”

“I want to make you a drink in which you will appreciate,” he replied, pulling out a single stemmed pink rose from under the counter, and handed it to her. She felt her cheeks flush with heat as she accepted it. “Refined, seemingly ostentatious, but simple and hopefully, delicious.”

He poured hot water from a glass kettle into the mug. She felt her cheeks turn hot again as he reached over and plucked a single petal from the rose she held. He tilted a single drop of liquid from one of the brown bottles onto the petal.

“Rose water,” he said to her as he locked eyes with her for a second. He placed the rose petal into the mug, letting it float in the hot water. He poured the espresso into the mug of water, and took a spoon to scoop out the wilted petal, tossing it away before handing the drink to her.

She gave it a sip, and shut her eyes, a smile on her lips. Using a flower as aromatic as a rose was difficult to pull off in cuisine. Oftentimes the rose aroma was too overpowering, reminding one’s nose of perfume instead of food. Baejin’s Rose Americano, though, was the perfect balance of a good cup of coffee elevated with some elegance, refined by the subtlest hint of a rose’s sweet scent. The warm breath she exhaled after a hot sip of Americano filled her senses with flowery comfort.

“This is the most...beautiful cup of coffee I’ve ever tasted,” she replied, setting the mug down when she was half finished. “It tastes...beautiful.”

He gave a small chuckle, his eyes crinkling as he smiled. She bit her bottom lip, trying not to smile any wider than she already was. He was incredibly cute, grinning in reaction to her compliment. How could a man exude the amount of sensuality like BaeJin yet be so cute that she wanted to squish him like a marshmallow?

“You like it?” he asked.

“I do,” she replied. “I didn’t know a cup of Americano could be improved. Thank you for this cup of coffee. You’re a gifted barista.”

“Thank you. I would love to make you another drink.”

“I’ll try to come back one day,” she said earnestly.

She sipped her drink and glanced at her phone. Thanking her talented, handsome (and cute) barista BaeJin one last time, Sandy finished her drink and sprinted out of the odd, surreal cafe. She had to get ready for work. Smelling the pink rose in her hand, Sandy smiled to herself. Who knew her barista would be the first man to give her a rose?

--

“Diamond! Malibu was accidentally double booked,” Danielle called out into the dressing room. “Can you give a lap dance in the Blue Champagne Room before going home?”

“Wait,” Sandy said, holding the gold hoop earring she’d just taken off her left earlobe, “I’m not going to chase Malibu for the flat fee. The last time I covered for her, not only did her John not tip me but I had to chase her for 4 days before she gave me the cash.”

“I have a hard time chasing her down, too,” Danielle said with a heavy sigh, handing her purple vape pen to Sandy to hold. She dug into her pink and purple Bedazzled fanny pack, and fished out a few bills. She handed a bag of clothing to Sandy. “Let me know if this John is handsy or out of line. He’s a new customer. You have five minutes, babe. Fix your makeup.”

Handing the vape pen back to her boss, Sandy put the cash into her purse before shutting and locking the drawer to her vanity. She put her earring back on and retouched her eye makeup and lipstick. Her locks of hair looked good as she combed her fingers through her hair, looking into the mirror before getting up to change.

Sandy hadn’t exactly planned on becoming a stripper, but during her freshman year in college, she took a class on feminist studies, specifically on sex work. What started out as a learning experience in respecting sex work, and educating herself on the legal struggles of sex workers’ rights, Sandy soon found herself stripping as a means of extra income. She herself was in need of money, and recognized her beauty was valued enough that she could make capital from it.

Having walked out on her dysfunctional family as soon as she turned 18, Sandy had been hustling on her own for years. She was still working towards a career in law, but in the meantime, she was balancing between her day job as an unpaid intern at a shitty law firm and her night job as a stripper at a club called Blue Paradise. Giving lap dances were only nice when she received good tips, but they didn’t happen often enough. All she wanted was a good tip.

Pulling out the outfit Danielle handed to her, she took off her clothes and put on her new outfit. She wore a neon pink G-string bikini bottom with her matching lace bra under a black pencil skirt and a white costume button up office dress shirt. She put on a loose blue tie around her neck, and put on a pair of thick black framed glasses, matching it with her black leather knee high boots. Apparently, this new customer had a librarian kink.

Walking down the hall, toward the other side of the back of the club, she entered the room with the blue door at the end of the hall. The Champagne Rooms, where customers received their private lap dances, were color coded. The Blue Room was where the clients with specific kinks went.

Opening the door, Sandy pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose, and looked up to see her John seated on the black couch. The dim lighting of the room cast a shadow over his body, making it hard for her to make out his face. She blinked, and closed her mouth, realizing that her customer was her barista from PB Cafe, BaeJin. It had been days since she had her cup of Rose Americano.

He was wearing a loosely worn grey sweater with black denim jeans. She didn’t think it was possible but he looked more handsome than she last remembered. Perhaps, with her body so close to his, knowing that he was there for devious reasons, her face flushed and her nipples hardened as heat rushed through her body from head to toe.

“BaeJin!” she said, forgetting her sexy librarian character.

“Don’t move,” he said, looking alarmed. She stood completely still, one hand on the door handle. “You’re a stripper, Sandy?”

“You...you remember me?” He nodded. “Stripping is helping me pay for my law degree.” She licked her lips and tilted her head, pushing her chest forward slightly. “I can give you what you want.”

“I can’t do this,” he replied, crossing his left leg over his right. His eyes left her, and diverted to the ground. Her ego was bruised. Not only did she need the money, but her vanity made her feel upset that he didn’t want a lap dance from her. “I should go.”

“I have to try to keep you here,” she said shyly, pressing her back against the door. “If I don’t, that means I’m not good at my job.”

“How long should we be in here for you to be considered good at your job?” he asked, his eyes returning to meet her gaze.

“You don’t want a lap dance? Am I not cute? My tits too small?”

He gave a chuckle, and looked away when his eyes moved to her chest as she talked.

“You’re very cute,” he replied, “but that’s the problem. As a barista, I don’t date customers. Since you didn’t actually pay for your drink, I thought it’d be OK to ask you out if I ever saw you again. But if I pay for this lap dance, I wouldn’t want to ask you out. It’s not fair for me to proposition you while you’re working.”

“You’ve been thinking hard about me?” Her cheeks felt hot and goosebumps formed on her arms. “Would you accept my invitation if I asked you out after this? I’m actually supposed to be off work by now, but this is my last job tonight. If I don’t give you a lap dance, we didn’t cross any lines, right?”

He nodded, and she gave a nervous chuckle.

“You said that being a barista was your side hustle,” she said, noticing the expensive watch and ring on his left hand. Sex workers had to know street codes to keep themselves safe, and watches and rings were how gang members communicated their loyalties and rankings. “What’s your main job? You said it’s stressful.”

His right hand wrapped around his platinum watch, the case of the watch encrusted with diamonds. The C9 Gang was a wealthy gang with origins in Tokyo, Japan, platinum was their calling card. BaeJin’s gold band emerald ring sat on his middle finger, indicating he was a made man of high rank. Sandy was impressed; BaeJin had acclimated to a high status in a gang at a young age.

“How long have you been working here, Sandy?” he asked in response.

“Diamond,” she answered, her grip remaining firm on the door. “My stage name is Diamond.”

“Sandy...Diamond,” he said with a grin. He stood, and she took a deep inhale of breath as he took a step forward and pressed his body against hers, his left arm wrapping around her waist as his hand gripped onto her wrist. Her hold on the door handle loosened. “You are the diamond in the rough in Blue Paradise. You still want to invite me out on a date?”

She took a gulp of breath, staring deeply into his dark brown eyes. He licked his lips and her eyes drifted to his mouth. Giving the most gentle nod of her head, she said, “Yes.”

“I drive a blue Ferrari F60 America,” he said as the tip of his nose touched hers.

“I don’t know anything about cars,” she replied, shutting her eyes. His breath was warm, making it hard for her to breathe. He chuckled and she felt his head rest onto her shoulder.

She opened her eyes when she felt a hand touch her chin.

“I drive a blue car,” he said, his eyes drifting down her face to her lips. His thumb ran across her bottom lip gently, sending heat deep into her groin. Her stomach ached at the touch. “It’ll be the most expensive looking car you’ll see when you walk outside.” He looked directly into her eyes again. “I’m a dangerous man, Sandy...Diamond. I have to ask you one more time, do you want to keep talking to me?”

She chewed on the inside of her left cheek nervously, and furrowed her eyebrows. Given how close she was to getting the paid job as a paralegal at Johnston’s &Partners, Sandy was one step closer to her dreams of becoming a lawyer. Would it be ethical to date a gangster?

“Will you take me home or will we be going to your place?” she answered. Life was too short not to take risks.

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Upon his request, she left work wearing her costume. BaeJin’s description of having the most expensive looking car was accurate. The navy blue car shone brighter than any other car, and the curves of the body created an elegant design to the car. He’d opened the passenger door for her. She realized her skirt barely covered her ass as the cold leather from the seat hit the back of her thighs.

He drove them up a curvy hill to get to his expensive mansion, placed behind a small forest. It sat atop of a mountainous hill, overlooking the bright lights of the city far below. BaeJin was a man of very high rank by the looks of his home. It was large and designed with multiple floor to ceiling windows. Sandy took a soft gulp of air as her mouth felt dry.

“Your home is beautiful,” she said when he led her into his home, the hallway lined with expensively framed paintings. The jade vase that held 3 white lilies beside the coat hanger looked like it was worth more than everything she owned, including the small amount of cash she had in her bank account.

BaeJin’s home aesthetic was minimalist, though each room had a piece of furniture that popped out, like the jade vase in the front entrance. In his bedroom, he had a rose gold encrusted full length mirror sitting at the foot of his bed. It was shameless, but did not surprise her. Their eyes locked as BaeJin sat down at the foot of the bed. Their fingers intertwined when she reached her left hand out to his outstretched right hand.

“I spent a week trying not to think about you,” he said, pulling her easily onto his lap. His free hand wrapped around her waist. “The closest thing to you was trying to get a stripper to dress up like a sexy librarian.”

“Aren’t you lucky?” she said, squeezing his hand. “You went to Blue Paradise wanting a fantasy. Instead, you left with your fantasy.”

His hand released hers and she felt his hand between her legs, sliding up against her slit. Shutting her eyes she gave a soft moan, surprised at his swift movement.

“You deserve the best in life,” he said into her ear before grazing his teeth gently against her neck. “Don’t ever settle for less.”

He kissed her, his lips warm and firm. His tongue parted her lips and she gave a soft hum. She pushed his tongue out of her mouth, appreciating the taste of floral green tea from him. Her fingers tangled into his hair, pulling him closer to her. He tasted better than the beautiful cup of Rose Americano.

With a clouded head, she helped him pull his sweater off as he aggressively pulled her top off of her, the cheap buttons popping loudly as they flew into the air. Her skirt failed to exist when he ripped the zipper and tore the fabric apart with his bare hands.

“Are you going to rip me apart?” she asked breathlessly when his fingers found their way under her bra, fondling her erect nipple. She gave a soft moan and he grinned as he pinched her sensitive bud.

“I’ll be as hard or soft as you want,” he assured her. The pad of his thumb grazed against her nipple. Her back shivered as a sharp heat rode up her back.

“I like a bit of both,” she said, her cheeks hot. It felt like a dream to have BaeJin telling her he would do as she wanted. “You ruined my skirt.”

“The cheap costume skirt?” he asked, his hand returning to rubbing her slit. “You don’t have to settle, remember?” She shut her eyes, her hand grabbing his arm as two of his fingers pressed against her clit. “I like you best without clothes anyway.” The heat intensified as his fingers moved down lower, moistening her panties with the slick heat coming out of her pussy. Her back shook again as his fingers moved up against her slit, and then back down. “Your voice is lovely.”

She moaned as she rested her head against his chest, his fingers continually creating more heat between her legs. One finger slipped under her panties, pulling the fabric away from her wet cunt. The back of his knuckle pressed against the engorged bud of her clit, and she mewled as he rubbed up and down against her.

“BaeBae,” she could only speak with a shaky breath, “BaeBae, I’m going to come.”

Her hips thrust haphazardly against his knuckle as a small flash of heat washed over her, goosebumps forming up the back of her neck. Her orgasm disappeared as soon as it came and she breathed through her mouth. Her pussy felt wet as her slick heat dripped out of her.

“I was just playing with you,” he said with an amused smile, his eyes locked onto the mess between her legs, including his wet fingers. He spread her juices onto her folds, and moved the pads of his index and middle fingers to draw small circles onto her clit. She mewled, shutting her eyes, as her hips rutted against the motions of his fingers. “But with you this wet, I can fuck you right now.”

“BaeBae,” she breathed out, opening her eyes.

Her eyebrows were furrowed as she looked at him. Wordlessly, she stood as their hands began removing each other’s clothes off. His expensive jewelry remained on as he pulled her back to his front, making her stand between his legs. His hand went between her legs and he massaged the inside of her thigh. She hummed a soft moan, enjoying the way his hand relaxed her muscles.

Both of his hands wrapped around her waist, and his lips kissed her neck. He requested she trust him, and one hand reached down to her right knee and had her stretch her leg out to rest over his. As his other hand went to her left knee, she understood what he was doing. He wanted a full view of her pussy so she sat on his lap with her legs hooked over his.

“Ready to put this to use?” he asked, his hands kneading her hips. His reflection from the mirror was staring at her. She saw the cheeks of her flushed face turn a bright red, and she tilted her head down to look away from the mirror. The blood coursing through her chest up to her head clouded her vision. “Look at us.”

His right hand cupped her face, and she felt his wrist press up against the front of her neck. The pulse from his wrist beat rapidly against the pulse on her neck, and she struggled to breathe as her eyes locked onto his from the reflection in the mirror. Hot blood rushed to her groin and her hips jerked forward, out of her control. His left arm wrapped around her waist had her firmly in his hold, so all she could do was wiggle in his lap. Feeling the muscles of his thighs flex under her made her buttocks tighten, her body anticipating his cock.

“If you let me take you raw,” he said softly against her ear, his eyes locked with hers through the reflection of the mirror, “that’ll make you mine.”

His hold on her face was gone as his hand grabbed his cock. He rubbed his hard cock against her slit. She bit her bottom lip as his heat caused more juices to pool out of her cunt. It made her nerves shake, itching her skin in unbearable heat. He blinked, and his eyebrows furrowed as she opened her mouth to breathe loudly.

“I’m yours,” she said clearly. He groaned as he pushed the tip of his cock into her entrance. “Give me everything, BaeJin.” Pleasure blinded her vision as she saw nothing but white and gold flecks of stars. She gave a loud gulp when she felt his hand grip onto her chin again, his wrist pressing against her throat. Her grip on his arms tightened as she held onto him for leverage. His cock pushed in deeper, and the walls of her pussy trembled as heat filled her body in overwhelming waves. “I’m yours.”

His lips were on her neck and when her vision cleared all her eyes could focus was on the way his cock was fucking her pussy. He started with shallow pushes, the rhythm steady as she bounced on his lap. She came and she gave a gentle mewl, blurting out his name as her walls squeezed his cock. A gentle chuckle escaped her lips as she saw him shut his eyes tight.

“You’re so easy to please,” he said as he pushed in deep. She gave a loud groan as he pulled out roughly before pushing in fast, going in balls deep. He started a steady, deep rhythm and she cried as she was filled with undiluted pleasure.

“You fuck so good,” she moaned, her hand reaching back to grab his hair. He sucked on her neck, leaving a red mark before he kissed her shoulder. “BaeJin, fuck me. I’m gonna - I’m - I’m gonna come.”

His grip around her waist tightened as he pushed faster into her, and they bent forward together as he came into her in deep pushes. Her fingers dug into his skin as she shut her eyes, taking in the sensation of his hot seed filling up her insides.

“Come,” he panted out heavily as she felt him withdraw from her. She whimpered as she felt his middle finger push into her come-filled cunt. His thumb rubbed up against her clit, making her nerves dance in hot waves. She cried out a soft orgasm as she came again. She breathed heavily as she rested against his body.

“We barely know each other,” she said after a while. She didn’t know how long they sat together, staring at their reflection before she finally spoke.

“We have the rest of our lives to get to know each other,” he said, running a hand up and down her thigh, sending heat up and down her back. “You are mine now.”

He pulled her off his lap, and they laid in bed together. A shiver went down her back as he kissed her shoulder. They were facing each other, her left leg locked between his muscular thighs.

Giving a laugh, she watched him grab her wrist. He kissed the inside of her wrist before kissing the inside of her elbow. She shut her eyes as she felt his lips on her shoulder. Every kiss sent a vibrating heat under her skin. His mouth sucked on her neck and she grabbed onto the back of his hair as his teeth grazed against her skin. The muscles in her stomach tightened. The world ceased to exist as BaeJin’s embrace consumed her.