Will You Deny Them, My Lady? 彡 Geta x f!reader x Caracalla
Find part 1 here and part 3 here!
Pairing: Geta x f!reader x Caracalla
Synopsis: Stuck on Palantine Hill, both Geta and Caracalla try to get a piece of you. Geta tries to make the choice easier for you as you and Caracalla bond.
Wordcount: 3,5k
Tags: trapped reader, bribing, fluff, gentle touches for my boy Caracalla (<3), period accurate misogyny, implied explicit touches, dub-con elements, manipulation and blackmailing, implied violence, Geta is implied to have a breeding kink
Request:
‘Hiii I loved your palm reader geta fic and would love to (obvs no pressure) request a similar soft and sweet touches fic but with Caracalla! Or Geta again I love them both and they deserve some love lol
I loved your take on the reader being from the further rural/ countryside areas of Rome so I’d love if that continued!’ by @scarletwolfxox
A/N: The tags might make it seem like its a super dark fic but I promise it's not entirely dark 😭. Due to people really liking ‘The Emperor's Desire’ and asking for a p2 I am here to deliver! I also wove in a request that i thought would fit too. If this does well a p3 (with smut) might follow. Enjoy!!
You couldn’t deny the emperor. Those words echoed through your mind as you sat at the table alone. You had not eaten in a day or two, your sadness and homesickness making you unable to get anything down your throat. With a blank stare you gazed infront of you at the goblet full with expensive wine, the plate of figs, meat and bread. Even the cutlery felt expensive. Your thumb ran across the engrained gold. Of course it was expensive, it had to be. You were in the palace of the emperor's. The twins had locked you up in here. Like a toy you were some toy only when they felt like it would they dine with you, talk to you. The rest of the day you spend with your servants, grieving your old life. You wondered what your father would be up to..
“You can not deny the emperor's.” It is what your father had told you when he received the imperial decree. It had a been few weeks since you had received the imperial procession at your home. It had left you a bit confused about emperor Geta. He was definitely handsome, but something threw you off. Your eyes had scanned the papyrus decree countless times. Why would they want you to come to Rome? Had you not made it clear that you were needed back home? Especially now that your father's health had all of a sudden gotten worse. Your brother's had taken over his work, you and your sister's-in-law had taken care of him. Leaving now wasn't possible.
Luckily, the twins had thought of that as well. They had sent him a woman, she was around your age and already widowed. This would be her second marriage. Poor girl, being traded of like a prize for a second time to a stranger. Your father insisted that you went. He knew, as did you, that pissing them off could cost you your head.
So off to Rome you went. Your sisters-in-law, Lucretia and Antonia, wept the day you left, there was a strange woman in their home and you would be gone for god’s know how long. All your duties would be theirs for now, you assured you would be back soon. But you knew you would either return in an urn or as the empress. Neither sounded like an option you wanted, but you did not have much of a choice.
Rome was not all that bad, it was what you told yourself when you felt lonely. It was more crowded than Syracuse and the weather was warmer. The people seemed to be more individualistic, chasing their own ambitions. You couldn’t lie, the city was beautiful. Impressive structures towered above you every turn you took, lords and ladies adorned in the most beautifull clothes wherever you looked. None of them compared to the clothes you wore
When you first got here the emperors welcomed you in the throne room. It wasn’t anything grand. You were a woman, you didn’t deserve a triumph. Geta had kissed your hand while Caracalla watched like a giddy child. Both of them assured you that everything had been taken care off and everything in their power would be yours if you wished it to be. You felt like another toy for them to play with until they grew bored. Right then and there you swore you would never willingly share their bed. You were a noble lady, not some common whore they could summon to their bed.
It was clear they tried to bribe you. They made you dress in the finest of silk and more jewelry than you could possibly count. Your father was rich, but never to this extent. These clothes were worth more than the crops could bring up during a good harvest season. It made you feel guilty. You loved feeling this pretty, you enjoy the envious looks you got. Even if you did, you tried to remain stubborn. Refuse their gifts, refuse their invites, refuse their summons.
You assumed it had worked. Caracalla had stopped joining you for dinner long ago, he preferred his concubines feeding him instead, and Geta had come less often as well. This night however, he did join you.
“Good evening, my lady.” The entire court froze when he entered with his guards. Geta was cruel in a calculated way, he would strike a servant if he thought it would be funny.
“My emperor.” You stood from your chair to bow you head. Once he got seated, you sat down as well. Your gaze remained on his. At first you did not dare look the emperors in the eye, but you got bolder by the day. “I had not expected you to come to dinner.”
Geta had been getting frustrated with your stubborness. Not once had you been as gentle as you were the morning you read his palm. You were just acting like an ungrateful brat. They had given you everything, riches, clothes, food. Yet you had not shown a slighest bit of interest. His brother was a fickle man, he had grown bored of you within a week. But Geta wasn't like his brother. He would have you come to his bed, one way or another.
“Well, I wish to discuss something with you.” He said, snapping his fingers at a servant to fill his cup. “But first, let us eat. Your maid told me you haven’t been eating.” He glared at you.
“The Roman food falls heavy on my stomach, my emperor.” You glared back.
“We'll have you served lighter food, now eat.” It was a command.
The two of you ate, even if you ate only small pieces. It was all you could keep down while being watched intently by Geta. Besides the sounds of cutlery, the room was silent.
“Your brothers will go to war.” He suddenly spoke up, catching you off guard. “The rest of Africa Nova must be conquered.” Calmly, he ate the food.
It felt like your world came crashing down for a moment and you felt your heart break. Your brothers would be going to war? Aelius had been to war in Germania but Clemens hadn't seen war before, both of them could die. You knew the Empire did not need their help, they had very capable generals.
“You can't.” The words left your lips before you realised what you were saying.
Geta smirked. “I can, and I will.” He took another sip of wine before slamming his cup down. “Eat.”
You jumped slightly at the sound, tears brimming in your eyes. While avoiding his gaze you took a bite of the bread, clutching it in your hand.
“No need to cry now lady Y/N.” He chuckled at he stood up to walk to you. “Its a great honor to die for the Empire.” Geta placed his finger under your chin, making you look up at him. There was a sadistic look in his eyes.
“Geta, please.” You begged him.
“They are mere sons of an unimportant general.” He whispered softly, your pleas only spurred him on. “That is, of course, you chose wisely. The brothers-in-law of the emperor would never have to die in a war.” He grinned and dropped your chin. If you weren’t going to do this willingly, he would make the choice easier for you to make.
“I wish you a blessed evening, my lady. I hope to see you in the Colosseum soon.” And with that, he left you alone in your room. Quickly, you covered your mouth before your broken sobs could escape. You didn’t want to give him the pleasure of knowing how much it hurt you.
Without a second thought you got up, storming the opposite direction of which the emperor came. Your tears had dried and had you had been filled with rage. You barely knew your way around in these halls, the entire time you spend here you had been mostly in your room. Filled with sadness and rage you bursted through a door. The wrong door.
It was one of Caracalla's rooms. And his Imperial Majesty was occupying it right now. Draped over a couch dressed in black silk, he was laughing, eating and drinking with a two whores on his lap entertaining him. The woman was half naked and the man wore heavy make up. He had not noticed you coming in at first, but Carcacalla looked up when he noticed his concubines’ silence.
“Out.” He spoke to the two on his lap. A switch had turned. They looked at each other confused. “Out!” He yelled again, throwing his golden goblet across the room. They scattered to their feet to leave, giving you a nasty glare as they did.
“I do not mean to disturb you Emperor Caracalla, I had no idea-”
“Why does Geta like you so much.” Gods, these two loved interrupting you did they? Caracalla had sat up straight, looking at you. “Besides that you are a maid.” He scratched the acne scars on his face. That was why Caracalla had taken interest in you at first. He liked taking maidenhoods, made him feel like an emperor.
“I do not know, my emperor.” You spoke carefully as you took a few steps forward. Caracalla had always been even more dangerous to deal with, but if you played your cards right this could turn out in your favor.
“Yes you do. He has been obsessed with you, but you are acting like a brat.” He had no filter, that was clear. His hands kept clawing at his face. The scars were bothering him you could tell, it made you feel empathic towards him.
“My emperor-”
He let out a yell in frustration as it got worse. “You wish to seduce me as well? Take my empire? Take my throne.” Caracalla spoke with an accusing tone. Softly he mumbled some other words you could not make out.
“I would never do such a thing!” You spoke firmly, your rage boiling over. It made him stop for a moment. He only scratched harder, it softened your anger. Caracalla was a troubled man, both mentally and physically.
“My emperor, let me help you.” You whispered as you got closer to him, gently you took his wrist in your hands and pulled his hands away. When you sat down you ordered the servants to bring you some herbs. Your brother Clemens had struggled with the same problem, you had found some herbs that felt soothing to the skin.
“I am here because their imperial majesties wished me to be here.” You said, mixing the herbs into a paste. “I would do anything for the Empire, my emperor.” It were lies to soothe his mind. Softly, you rubbed some of the paste on his scars. Caracalla flinched back at first, but allowed you to help him. He cautiously watched your every move. It felt nice caring for someone, it was something you had always done. First your mother, then the household, then your father. And now you were caring for one of the most powerful men in Rome.
Caracalla leaned into your touch. Your gentle touch. He now understood why Geta liked you so much. His eyes trailed your body, your every curve. Your presence made him feel confused. The way your intoxicating smell made his head run laps, but your gentle touch made him want to crawl into your lap and fall asleep. You had him wrapped around your finger and you didn't even know it yet.
“You must not scratch the skin, it gets inflamed like that.” He looked back up at you again as you spoke. You started humming a soft tune as you finished applying the paste to his skin.
When you wanted to pull your hand away Caracalla quickly grasped your wrist, holding on quite tightly. You looked at him confused, a hint of fear in your eyes. He didn’t let get go when you tried to pull away. Instead, he kissed the inside of your hand. His eyes looked at you pleadingly.
After that evening he had called for your help each night and each night it was the same ritual. Gentle fingers tracing his skin while you softly hummed a tune. It had become a habit at this point. He would tell you about his day while you treated his skin. You had grown quite fond of Caracalla, even if his touches had become more wandering. You let it happen. As long he did not treat you like he did his whores, rough touches, cursing them out and using them as a vessel for his pleasure, you were fine with it. He showed a tender side and in return you offered him the same softness. It was a moment of quiet, a moment of peace.
Geta had noticed as well. It bothered him slightly, you were chosing his brother over him while he was the one that brought you here.
He confronted you about it one night. You had just left his brother's chamber.
“My brother has grown quite fond of you.” He was around the corner, nearly giving you a heart attack.
You bowed your head. “My emperor.”
Geta narrowed his eyes. “You know, you should come to the Colosseum.” He reached for a strand of your hair, twirling it around his finger. “It would do you some good to see something else besides these palace walls.” He spoke as if he wasn't the one keeping you trapped here.
Your eyes locked with his. If you were going to play the game with his brother, you might as well play the game with him too. “I will, tomorrow. If you will have me.”
Geta's eyes lit up, a grin growing on his lips. “Very well, it seems like the lady has chosen what she wants for herself.” He let go of your hair. “I will have the servants arrange everything you need.”
You were about to walk away when he grabbed your shoulder and leaned in your ear. “You cannot keep running from this, you cannot keep denying yourself.” He whispered before leaning back and giving you a firm stare. The way he whispered in your ear, the way he looked at you, it had send shivers down your spine and a blush rushing to your cheeks. You quickly excused yourself, rushing to your room.
Was it true? Were you denying yourself by being so stubborn. You were so upset about having to leave your home, scared that they might need you at home. But in every letter they sent you it seemed to be fine. Aelius’ wife Lucretia was with child, your father was doing fairly well and Clemens finally got to take the lead on the estate like he always wanted. Were you so busy with home that you forgot about what you wanted? You couldn’t lie, the treatment you got here was nice. Especially now that you had started bonding with Caracalla. It made the days pass quicker. And Geta? You had subconsiously tried to ignore the way he made you feel. Each time he had summoned you, you felt nervous. Or was it excitement. Excitement to be the center of his attention again.
The thoughts ran through your mind as you sat in the carriage to the Colosseum. It surprised you how quickly you had gotten there from Palantine Hill, it was downhill so of course you got there fast. When you left the carriage you were overwhelmed from the sheer size of the structure. Rows and rows of pillars made from limestone. Your dress seemed to impress the crowd. It was a red gown, with gold embroided flowers. Your hair had been done in a way according to the latest fashion. As you passed the crowds you were awed at. A new face, fresh meat for the people to adore.
Geta had made sure that you were seated behind him. Even if he thought that Caracalla’s obession with you was a good thing that could make you sway in their direction, he wanted to make sure you would become his empress. You quietly sat in the back as the Colosseum filled up. Mostly men filled up nearly all of the seats. If you squinted your eyes you could see some women at the top of the Colosseum together with their children. This was your first time being here. Your father never took you to gladiatorial games. He thought them too violent for a young girl.
They were as violent as he described. It wasn’t something you enjoyed, it shocked you, but you watched regardless. Many people tried to fight this mountain of a man named ‘The Bear’. None of them survived this tho, the sound of the breaking of bones echoeing awfully well through the Colosseum each time The Bear swung his hammer.
The twins seemed to enjoy the bloodshed. Caracalla was shouting all sorts of things while Geta watched sadistically with a grin on his face. They showed no remorse for the slaves that were being slaughtered like animals.
At a certain point Geta turned around to you. “You don’t seem to be enjoying yourself, my lady? You prefer chariot racing?” It felt like a trick question. He could tell enough from the pale look on your face and the way you were clutching your glass of wine and he almost took pleasure out of that sight. Look at you, not so though now.
“It is fine, my emperor.” You managed to bring out, flinching slightly as another head got crushed. Geta’s smile dropped for a moment as he called for a servant. He angrily pulled the servant by his collar, saying something you could not understand. The servant scattered away to do what the emperor told him too.
Quickly there after the fighting stopped. Instead, some sort of dancers started preforming. Did he stop the fighting for you? Geta got up, offering his hand for you to join him on the front of the balcony. You took it and the crowd roared upon seeing you. Geta had his hands on your shoulders as he stood behind you.
“See, I was right. A beauty like you shouldn’t hide out in the country side.” He whispered in your ear, his breath fanning against your skin. “They love you.” You looked around at the crowd. They cheered, not for the fighting, not for the emperors, they cheered for you.
“Would you deny them an empress, my lady?” He brushed your hair off one of your shoulders as he stood behind you. The thought of you pregnant crossed his mind. How he would love to see you fat with his child, breast swollen with milk. Once you were his he would have you pregnant as much as possible. “Deny them an imperial babe?”
The words made you think about your life as an empress. You were way past the age to get married. This was the best offer you could get. You continued to stare at the crowd before looking at Geta.
“I will visit you sometime soon.” You whispered in return before turning to leave.
The days that followed were filled with gifts and affection from both of them, a reward for your compliance.
During your moments with Caracalla he had started kissing your skin more often, like he was drunk of the mere touch of it. He started slipping your dress down your shoulders so he could kiss the flesh of your shoulder, suck at the soft and subtle skin of your breast. You never expected him to be this affectionate and needy.
Geta showered you with all sorts of gifts. First he gave you two new stallions and a new carriage, then he had a painter commissioned to have you painted and everyday he made sure you wore the finest of clothes.
But the biggest of gifts turned out to be a letter. It was written by your brother Aelius. Your finger traced the wax of your family's seal before opening it.
To my dearest sister, Y/N,
I hope you are doing well in the capital. Their imperial majesties have ever so generous these last few days. Father has been gifted new servants, Lucretia and Antonia received new jewelry and we have been allowed to come an visit you soon sister. As soon as Lucretia's babe is born the two of us will make our journey to Rome. Clemens and Antonia will join you soon as he has been appointed senator. As in response to your last letter, the babe is doing well. The doctors say with the way she is carrying it will be a boy. We are overjoyed to be seeing you soon.
With love,
Your brother Aelius.
A wave of relief washed over you. Not only did they not have to go to war, they got to visit you. Somehow you had gotten comfortable with the idea of this being your home. You had truly flourished from a seedling to a strong flower in the past few days. As empress you would be able to make a difference for your family, for yourself. You traced the paper before folding it neatly again and placing it on your vanity desk. Turning to your servant you spoke.
“Tell the emperors I wish to dine with them tonight.”
taglist for the people that requested a part 2 : @doves1120 , @frensiswithnogun , @fandomgirl1999 , @fariecherry , @eddiesguitarskills , @nicestgirlonline
Warning: Y/N is physically described, SMUT, voyeurism, female and male masturbation, non-con (just for a min), oral sex (m receiving, f receiving), fingering, penetration, insinuation of a threesome with his own brother lol, let me know if I have to add something else
We need more Caracalla and Fred Hechinger work done, so I had to do it myself, maybe I’ll even do a second part of this with Geta. Also, I know my English is bad, if there’s a mistake you can let me know.
This idea was brought to me while I was playing Assassin’s Creed btw
It was a hot night in Rome, one of the first heat waves of the year. Caracalla couldn’t sleep, the weight of his actions keeping him awake. It was strange and the sweat of his body made him sticky and uncomfortable. He pushed the concubine laying on his bed to make more space for himself, he took his robe and walked away from his room, the guards following behind as he made his way to the bathes. He needed to shake this feeling, and a good bathe was the only thing he could think of. He ordered his servants to take him to his baths, it was the middle of the night and there wouldn’t be any civilians disturbing.
Once inside, he untied his robe, disposed to get in the hot baths until he catches a sound of water splashing. Someone was there, he walked to the sound where the sweetest voice could be heard humming. He caught a glimpse from the source, a women, the cutest and the most innocent woman he could’ve catch eyes on.
She had her eyes closed as she hummed a song and rubbed her skin clean. It was exciting for Caracalla, watching her body, portraying a figure only Venus could have. Smooth skin, curled wet hair, perky nipples, hip dips and wide thighs, it’s all he could dream of, there was no concubine like her. He couldn’t help but rub his cock at the sight of this woman as she bathed herself innocently.
He watched her from afar, he didn’t want to interrupt this image worthy of a portrait, he wanted to replace his hand by yours, he really did, but he felt unworthy of such a beauty like you. His flushed cock pulsating in his own hand as he shut his mouth with the other, avoiding from any pant to come out of his mouth.
He rubbed his cock up and down, tightening his fist around himself, wishing it was replaced by your walls, by your mouth, your hands or even just your breasts. He swore he could cum just by being close to you. As you stood up to finish bathing, he got a glimpse of your sweet sweet cunt, enough to make him cum on his hand, letting out a whimper, catching himself before you could see him as he hid behind a wall.
You turned your head to the source of the quiet sound but couldn’t see anything so you continued dressing yourself in your humble gown, to go back to your house where your husband was waiting for you.
Caracalla tied his robe again and took a last glimpse of you as you left the baths. He hasn’t felt this way ever, he had been with hundreds of women and men, but he wouldn’t stop thinking of an ordinary peasant. He could simply order his guards to follow you and command you to go to the Palace with him, he could give you the best life, but there was something in the freedom you possessed, he wanted to enjoy this look of you before making you his, he wanted to hunt his prey before he could eat you, something he wouldn’t do with the concubines available at any time he’d liked.
He went back to his chambers, he couldn’t sleep after a while but this time it wasn’t because of his actions nor the hot weather in Rome, but you, he couldn’t stop thinking about you.
Next day, he waited and waited for the night to come. When the moon settled and people were asleep, he visited the baths again, in hopes of seeing you again, bathing your gracious curves and big thighs that he would die for. Caracalla made his way inside quietly, he could hear your sweet hum and the water moving as you rubbed your skin. His cock hardening at the sound of you, he didn’t even need to look at your delicious body to get aroused.
He took a peek of you. Fuck, he didn’t remembered your tits to look so big and smooth. He thought of your cute nipples in his mouth, the sounds you would make when he would’ve swirled his tongue around them. His cock hard as ever, the touch of his silk robe enough to make him whimper.
When he thought you couldn’t be hotter, you opened your legs, your small fingers grazing your cunt. God, he wished he could see your wet folds but this scene was enough for him. He snaked his hand inside his robe and gave himself a few strokes, slow and quiet, waiting for you to get bolder with your touches, he wanted to do it along you, just like he was there at your side.
You gathered the wetness from your hole and spread it to your bundle of nerves, letting out the first whimper as you rubbed the tip of your fingers in slow circles, savoring the tingle sensation. You closed your eyes as you went faster, this was the only moment you had for yourself after finishing the load of work in home.
Caracalla felt the bravery run through his veins, from his chest to his cock, making him harden even more. As you close your eyes, he needed to seize the opportunity of getting close as he tiptoed and sat behind you, placing his hand on your mouth, preventing from any sound to come out of your mouth and alert others.
Your eyes shot open as you felt the presence of someone but you couldn’t make any sound or even move as he shut your mouth and held you in place with a hand around your stomach, holding you in place. “Shh… calm down, I’m not gonna hurt you, I just want to help you.” He whispered in your ear, his lips darting from your ear to your neck with a few kisses. Your body was tense and your chest went up and down with your breaths.
He pressed his body to your back, you could feel his hard cock between your bodies, making you shut your eyes close. His hand snaked down from your waist down to your plushed plump belly and finally to your folds. “Mmm you were waiting for me, right?” he swiped his finger from your hole to your clit, collecting your juices for him to taste, once he was satisfied with the amount of juices his finger was coated in, he tastes you and hums. “I was right, you were waiting for me to come here and watch you play with this sweet cunt, you didn’t give me another choice and I had to come here and help you take care of this mess.” He chuckled darkly, starting to circle your clit.
You couldn’t see his face, the sound of his voice familiar but you could only see his ring adorned hands at your cunt, deliciously playing with your clit. You wanted to fight him, make him stop but his touch was just right, you had never been played with like this.
“I watched you yesterday, couldn’t help myself but touch myself to you, the minute I laid eyes on you, my cock was hard as ever, but when I saw this sweet cunt… mmm god, it was over for me” He breathed in as you felt his cock twitch in the small of your back.
He toyed with your clit a few more times, juices coming out of you as your release was close and he knew, he had been with enough women to know this things. “Now, if you promise to come back here tomorrow, let me help with you again, I’ll let you cum…” He placed a few kisses behind your ear. “What do you say?” You couldn’t think straight, you were supposed to be terrified and trying to fight this off, but you needed it, you needed the release so you just nodded.
“Good… now cum.” He ordered you, and as he was a God brought to earth, you immediately came in his fingers, your walls clenching around nothing as you whimpered.
You felt his cock twitch on your back once again, this time you could also feel the ropes of his cum coming out of him, sticking to your skin. He moaned in your ear and once he came out of the daze, you could hear his breaths in your ear. “Tell me your name, my precious dame.” He kissed your temple.
You should’ve been weirded out, some strange men touching you in the middle of the night while you were bathing but this strange sweetness was something you kinda liked. “Y/N.” You whispered “I’ll expect you to be here at the same time, Y/N.” Caracalla grabbed your jaw. “Now, don’t you dare open your eyes.” You suddenly felt cold, without his warmth engulfing you.
He took a glance at you for the last time this night before walking away, his guards escorting him back to his chambers. He laid on his bed, it was the first time in a long time that he could sleep peacefully, you and your body were his last thoughts.
Before he dissapeared on a tall wall, you caught a glimpse of him, red hair and a red robe was the only thing you could see of him, his face remaining a mystery. He was a part of the elite, you knew that because of his robe and hair, you could feel goosebumps in your skin. As opposed to you, sleep was something you couldn’t conciliate that night, the thought of his hands, his rings adorning his fingers, those fingers that ripped your orgasm, his cock at the small of your back, you could only think about how it would feel inside you or even in your hands.
After a day of hard work, you snuck out of bed where your husband was asleep, and walked to the baths. You stripped yourself from your gown and went inside the hot bath, submerging yourself. The long curls of hair sticking to your skin as you bathed yourself and hummed, waiting for the man that invaded your thoughts all day.
Caracalla arrived, he snuck inside where the sound of your hums could be heard. He savoured this scene of you, just like he did the two previous nights, it was a ritual at this point. He stripped his robe off and walked inside the water, once he reached you, he wrapped his arms around you. You immediately responded, leaning your head back, resting in his chest. “I’m here, my sweet lady.” He whispered in your ear, just like he did last night.
“I was waiting for you.” You whispered back, pressing your whole body against his. He laughed darkly. “You are here, waiting for me, even though you haven’t even seen my face, my love.” He wrapped his hand around your neck, not squeezing, just holding it in place.
“I don’t need to see your face, I just need you, I don’t know who you are, but I just know, that I couldn’t stop thinking about you, how you touched me and how you made me feel.” You whimpered, pressing your rear against his cock.
“Mmm, that’s very sweet of you, my love. But if I have to make you cum again without seeing this gorgeous face, that would be the death of me.” He kissed your neck, trailing his kisses to your cheek as he turned you around, he kissed your lips ferociously, your eyes closed.
He stood in front of you, he ceased his kisses as eyes were still closed. “Grant me my wish, let me see your eyes.” You felt his hand against your face, caressing your cheek in the sweetest way. You opened your eyes to be greeted by your emperors face, that unremarkable red hair and blue piercing eyes. “My emperor…” You said with shaky voice as you tried to do a courtsy.
“None of that, my love.” Caracalla smirked as he took you by the jaw. “Although, I would love for you to kneel before me, I would like it to be in other terms.” He put a strand of hair away from your face, making you blush.
“I thought about it, yesterday night, after I came back to my house. I thought about you on my mouth, my husband was laying asleep beside me but I couldn’t help touching myself again.” You said as you kneeled in front of him, you could see his jaw tensing at the mention of your husband “Now, I need to pay you back.” You fisted his cock, feeling it harden with every stroke as you looked up at him. Your emperor flushed face looking at you as he grabbed your damp hair in a fist.
You gave his tip a lick, searching for any reaction in his face, his hand squeezing your cheeks, forcing your lips to open, a reaction to your tease. His jaw clenched, as he forced a few inches of his cock through your lips. He stopped himself and let you move your mouth to your liking again. You licked the lenght of his cock, from the base, following the flushed vein to the tip, starting to deep throat the whole thing, it took some time but after a few seconds, you stuffed everything you could inside your mouth.
“O-oh… Such a sweet thing-“ he breathed in, throwing his head back as he enjoyed the warmth of his mouth. You moved your head up and down , stopping for a few seconds to give the tip some attention.
“Mhhm… please…” You whimpered, you needed to taste his release, you thought about this the whole day. He chuckled as he took his cock and tapped your cheek with it, he was teasing you. “I’m sorry, love. But I’m cumming inside you.” He kneeled and made you lay down, the water wetting your whole body.
“I didn’t have a proper taste of this gorgeous cunt yesterday.” He put his head between your thighs, his hands bruising them as he ravished your cunt, his tongue savouring every single drop of juices coming out of you and sucking your clit, making loud whimpers come out of you. “I can’t take it anymore.” You groan as you take his hair in your hand, he moans in your clit when you pull his hair. You think he can’t hear you, when you reach your high and cum on his lips, his tongue laps at your hole to drink your juices. His nose hitting your abused clit, making it too much for you, you beg for him to have mercy on you, he stops but only to satisfy his needs.
“Not even the most luscious wine made just for me and my brother, taste as good at you, my sweet girl.” Caracalla kissed you, making you taste yourself on his tongue.
He takes his cock and taps it in your clit, torturing even more your abused bundle of nerves. He rubs the tip in your folds, both teasing you and covering himself in your juices to make this more pleasant for the both of you. “I’m gonna make you mine and I’m gonna take you with me. I’ll send someone to kill your husband before anyone dares to accuse you of adultery. Even better, I’ll kill anyone who dares to speak ill of you.” He caressed your cheek, in his own twisted way, this is the sweetest thing he has ever done for someone.
“Yes, yes, my emperor!” You look at him with nothing but awe. He pushes in as he groans, your walls pushing him in as you clench. You wrap your legs around his waist, as he fucks you in a way no one could, not even your husband who is the only men you been with since your father made you marry him.
“Geta will be so jealous of me, that I’m treating myself with a woman like you.” He chuckles darkly. “Maybe I’ll share you with him, if you’re good enough.” Caracalla caressed your cheek as he pounded on you. “Would you like that, my sweet girl?.” You nodded as you threw your head back. His cock made you stretch deliciously and you could feel the tip abusing your cervix, your walls collapsing against him with every pound.
“I’m close…” You let out a strangled moan as you felt his cock twitch inside of you. “Let go, I command you.” Your walls clenched around his cock as your back arched, he kept pounding on you until he couldn’t hold back anymore, he came inside you as you rode your orgasm.
He panted and groaned when you clenched around him after he orgasmed, suddenly feeling overstimulated, he came out from inside you and started stroking your hip. The moment was silent, and the only thing you could hear was the water moving.
“Come home with me, please.” He caressed your cheek and you evaded his eyes, suddenly feeling ashamed of what you did. “I can’t stand the idea of you living with another man, living as a peasant when I could give you the whole world, whatever you need.” He looked pained. You nodded and looked at his eyes, finally. “Yes, my love. I’ll do anything you want.” You smiled at him.
The thought of being empress, of freeing yourself from the man you were forced to marry, freeing yourself from working everyday to live with one of the twin emperors, it wasn’t a hard life to think about.
Summary: Reader walks in on Simon wanking in the bathroom that night.
3.7k words - not proofread!
"Sorry! I'm sorry!" I yelled, my hands quickly shielding my eyes from the very naked body of my friend. Not only was he naked, he was clearly enjoying himself before I burst into the boys' bathroom. I was definitely not expecting someone wanking in there, to be fair. Feeling my cheeks flush, I walked back outside, shutting the door and waited until it was safe for me to go in again. A shaky breath escaped my lungs and I found myself pacing a few steps in front of the bathroom. That was weird, I thought, such an interesting time to wank. Was he turned on by that weird chick that tried to murder him with a razor blade? He said she was hot...
I looked into the empty and dark hallway of the school. It made me sick and uncomfortable standing in it all alone. Before I could panick, Simon was shouting for me.
"You can come in now!" His voice sounded muffled through the heavy door. As I pushed it open again – much slower this time – his eyes found mine. He looked embarrassed, which was weird. Simon was never embarrassed about anything. That boy was an open book.
"I'm really sorry," I said, "I should've knocked." He was wearing a blue knitted cardigan now, it probably smelled a bit musty from laying in the lost-and-found box for such a long time, but it looked pretty on him. Much better than the sweaty shirt he was wearing two days in a row that had Sam's blood on it and almost got him killed.
"It's alright. I didn't really pick the best place," he replied with a small grin. There he was again.
"I'd tell you that I haven't seen anything but I kinda did... see everything." My voice became smaller, much quieter, saying the last words. I had embarrassed him again, his big blue eyes were filled with guilt and I was desperate to loosen the uncomfortable tension in the room.
"But we might die tonight, so... you won't have to worry about that," I said. He laughed.
We did not die that night.
Sam died – for a few minutes at least – but she came back to life and all of us were questioned by the police. They didn't believe us, but they never do, do they?
A few days passed before we returned to school, back to the place where we'd tried to kill those monsters. Almost no trace of that night remained. The floors were spotless, no sign of Sam's blood, and the classroom door destroyed by the axe had already been replaced. Only the girls' bathroom was still barricaded. I didn't even want to imagine what it looked like on the inside.
Walking by the bathrooms, I wondered if Simon still thought about me bursting in on him mid-masturbation sometimes. Because I did. I tried forgetting, but the images didn't seem to fade. Everytime I closed my eyes, I saw his hand gripping his thick cock, moving up and down frantically. His head thrown back, his blonde locks slightly bouncing, mouth hanging open, panting.
I wouldn't admit it, but I had caught myself fantasising about it from time to time. I had thought about his cock in class once, it wasn't huge, but it wasn't small either. It was thick, though, and I wondered how it would feel in my hand, or my mouth even, my tongue dancing on his tip until he came on it. I wondered how his cum would taste like, what sounds me might make when he came.
When I snapped back into reality, I was praying to God no one near me was secretly able to read my mind – I wasn't even religious but I shouldn't think like that, Simon is my friend, nothing more.
I hadn't really seen him the past week. He came back to school a few days later because of an a stab wound to his stomach he'd suffered in the store that night, so I hadn't had the chance – or maybe the courage – to talk to him about what happened. I wasn't even sure if I wanted to. Of if he did.
At lunch, I quickly spotted him talking to Deena as they got their food. A band-aid covered the cut on his neck, and his lip was still a bit swollen from when he hit the ground. He probably felt badass walking down the school corridors looking like that, telling people he'd almost been brutally stabbed but managed to escape and survive.
Deena was barely hurt that night, which was unfair given she'd dragged us all into this mess. Maybe it was harsh of me to say, but if it weren't for her, I wouldn’t have been there, nearly sliced in half, all because she crashed that Sunnyvaler's car.
And to top it off, she still managed to pull Sam. I had been avoiding her, though I doubted she'd noticed. It felt as if I was made of air.
I saw Simon looking around, scanning the cafeteria, but his eyes never found mine.
A loud thud from the locker beside me made me jump, my heart leaping into my throat. It didn't take much to scare me anymore – I startled at every little noise. I turned to see Simon grinning, his usual cocky self.
"Jesus, you scared the shit out of me, shit face" I said, now relieved it was only him.
"Sorry." He said, though he wasn't. He loved scaring me. His grin widened. "Have you been avoiding me?"
"Not really." I hugged the book tighter, trying not to meet his gaze.
"You sure about that?" His tone was teasing, but there was something else there, just under the surface. When I finally met his eyes, images from that night in the bathroom started flooding my mind again. face went hot, and I was pretty sure my cheeks turned slightly red. I hoped he wouldn't notice.
"Yeah, I've just been... processing?" It sounded more like a question than a real answer.
Simon raised an eyebrow. "Processing what?" I frowned. What did he think I was trying to process?
"You know... almost getting murdered. Watching my friends almost get murdered. All that stuff."
His grin faded, replaced by something softer. For a moment he seemed like he wanted to say something serious, but instead, he leaned against the locker and shurgged. "I guess we didn't die, though."
I let out a small chuckle at his reference to what I said after I caught him. "Guess not." I said. "Do you still think about it?"
I didn't know if I meant the blood and slaughter or me seeing him wank. I was probably thinking about the latter more at this point.
"I try not to but... y'know. It's all in my head." He said. I hummed, not sure which question he gave me an answer to.
Later that night, I tossed around in my bed. It was too early to sleep, but I hated being awake. Sleep was the only escape from reality I had left – everything else made me think about what happened.
After thirty minutes of failed attempts to fall asleep, I gave up. I got up, dressed again, and brushed my hair, which had become tangled from all the tossing and turning. It was just after six, and my parents weren’t even home yet. Simon must still be at work, too, I thought.
Grabbing my keys, I stepped out of the house and wandered slowly along the streets toward the grocery store he worked at. Being alone in the streets still scared me sometimes, but it wasn’t a long walk.
The store also showed no signs of undead zombie killers. It was as if nothing had ever happened there.
As i rounded a corner into the isle, where sam had been lying dead, I came face-to-face with Simon, who looked at me in surprise.
"Y/N, I didn't expect to see you here!" He exclaimed, his voice enthusiastic but slightly higher-pitched than usual.
"I couldn't sleep," I said, my voice sounding flatter than I insisted. "Thought I'd come bother you instead."
Simon smirked, leaning on the cart he'd been pushing. "I'm always down to be bothered." But his eyes showed concern. "Are you okay though?"
I shrugged, running my fingers over the keys in my pocket. "Are any of us?"
He didn't answer right away, and for a second, the hum of fluorescent lights above us felt too loud. Finally, he said, "I get off in half an hour. Do you want me to walk you home?"
I smiled up at him. I never realised how pretty his eyes were and how cute his slightly crooked teeth made him look. "Sure. Thank you," I said.
"Wanna help me stock shelves until i'm off? It's mind-numbing, but at least you won't think about... you know." He handed me one of the cereal boxes from his cart. I hesitated but nodded. Mind-numbing sounded exactly like what I needed.
We quickly went from stocking the shelves in silence to goofing around and avoiding work until his shit ended. For a little while, it felt like things were back to normal—no awkwardness, no heaviness hanging over us. I realized how much I’d missed that.
The walk home was quieter again, but not uncomfortably so. I laughed at his bad jokes and half-hearted attempts to cheer me up.
"Thanks for walking me home," I said as we reached my door. The empty driveway implied that my parents were still at work. They worked late shifts almost every day, so the house would be dark and silent, as always.
Simon smiled. "No problem. It’s what I'm here for, right? Keeping you out of trouble."
I laughed softly, my hand lingering on the doorknob. The thought of going inside alone suddenly felt unbearable.
"Hey," I said before I could second-guess myself. "Do you want to come in? Just for a bit?"
He raised an eyebrow teasingly. "You sure? I thought your whole thing was avoiding me."
I rolled my eyes. "I wasn't avoiding you." His grin told me he didn't believe me, but I pressed on. "Anyway, my parents won't be home for a while, and I'm not ready to sit in there by myself yet."
His expression softened, and he nodded. "Alright. Lead the way, then."
As I pushed the door open and stepped into the quiet house, I realized how much I needed the company.
I led him into my bedroom and sat on my bed, as he stood awkwardly in the middle of my room, unsure of where to sit.
I let out a snort. "You can sit on my bed, Simon. You won't get cooties," I teased as I scooted further back until my back rested against the wall. Simon smirked and plopped down at the foot of my bed, sitting crisscrossed and facing me.
"Aren't you mad?" I finally asked after a few seconds of silence between us. Simon looked at me confused. "At Deena, I mean."
"Not really. Why? Are you?" He asked me and I took a deep breath, not knowing how to answer.
"Yeah."
Simon's eyebrows lifted slightly, but he didn't say anything right away. He just watched me, waiting for me to explain.
"I mean… none of this would've happened if it weren't for her," I said, my voice low. "She's the one who crashed the car. She's the one who dragged us into all of this. And now…" I trailed off, struggling to put the tangled mess of my feelings into words. "I can’t stop thinking about what happened. What could've happened."
Simon nodded slowly, his expression thoughtful. "I get that," he said. "But… I don't know. Deena didn't exactly want this to happen, you know? She was just trying to help Sam. I guess if I'm mad at anyone, it's… those things. The witch."
"Yeah, well, you can't yell at undead monsters," I muttered.
Simon gave me a small, lopsided smile. "True. But you can yell at me if it helps."
I couldn’t help but laugh, even as my chest tightened. "I won’t."
"Okay, but seriously," he said, his tone softening. "You've got every right to be mad, but don’t let it eat you up. You survived, Y/N. That’s what matters, right?"
"You're right," I said, picking at the dry skin on my fingers until it peeled off. "I just don't understand why everyone pretends like nothing ever happened."
"People rather forget than face their trauma," Simon replied softly.
I hummed in response and lay down, the side of my face pressing against the cool pillow. Simon stayed seated at the foot of the bed, watching me.
"Can I ask you something?" I heard myself mumble. "You don't have to answer." He nodded.
"Why did you... wank? Why in the middle of all that mess?"
Simon’s eyes locked onto mine, his gaze intense. He didn’t look embarrassed about it anymore. He paused for a moment before speaking.
"I guess it was the adrenaline? I don't know, I think I was trying to feel normal. Everything was so messed up, and I just wanted one thing that made sense, you know?"
I blinked, caught off guard by his honesty. I hadn't actually expected him to explain, let alone like this.
"I don't know if that makes sense," he added, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
"It does," I said softly.
I patted the empty space next to me, inviting him to lie down beside me. The bed slightly bounced as his back hit the soft mattress. He looked up at the ceiling, his eyes darting restlessly as though they were trying to take in everything at once, never still. His hair was falling from his face, soft blonde curls pooling on on my pillow.
I reached my hand out in his direction slowly until it was in his hair. He closed his eyes as I twisted his strands around my fingers. "What are you thinking about?" I asked after a long silence.
Simon’s lips quirked up in a small smile. "Nothing and everything," he said.
His body shifted, turning to face mine. I felt his breath on my face, only inches between us now. My hand was still in his hair, but it didn't move anymore, just rested there. His Eyes roamed across my face, studying me like he was memorizing every little detail.
"What are you doing?" I whispered, my voice barely audible.
He didn't answer right away. Instead, his gaze lingered on my lips before flicking back to meet my eyes. "Looking," he said quietly. "You're hard to read, you know that?"
I swallowed, suddenly hyperaware of the way my heart pounded in my chest. "What are you trying to read?"
Simon's lips curved into the faintest smile. "Everything you’re not saying."
I slowly leaned forward, my heart pounding in my chest, until I felt his shaky breath on my lips. I hesitated for a second, giving him the chance to pull away if he wanted to. But he didn’t.
Closing the small gap between us, my lips brushed against his in a gentle kiss. It was soft, and over before I had the chance to overthink it.
When I pulled back, his eyes fluttered open, searching mine. The corners of his mouth twitched into a big smile before he leaned over to kiss me again. I felt his hand brushing away a strand of hair, then rest on my cheek. He pushed me on my back, slightly hovering over me now. My hands found his neck, buried in his hair once again. The second kiss was heated, fast and left me breathless.
"Fuck," I breathed when Simon pulled away for a second, only to cover my neck in kisses now. I inhaled sharply, as I had not expected that, but I wasn't irritated.
"Simon," I murmured, my voice a mix of surprise and something I couldn't quite name.
His lips paused against my skin, and he lifted his head just enough to meet my gaze. For a second, the intensity in his eyes made it hard to breathe.
"Is this okay?" He asked, his voice low, almost hesitant.
I nodded, my hands sliding down to rest on his shoulders. "Yeah," I whispered.
A flicker of relief crossed his face before his lips found mine again, in a short, sweet kiss, before they returned to my neck. His hands were roaming over hips, my stomach and my breasts, leaving a squeeze from time to time.
My hands slid down to his torso, gripping him as I pulled him closer. He shifted, his weight pressing against me until he was fully on top, and I could feel his boner on my hip through his pants. The images of him with his cock exposed came back and suddenly, I was hungry.
I pushed him off of my body and climbed on his, kissing him hard while I fiddled with his belt.
"Is this okay?" I asked him in between kisses and he looked at me with his big blue eyes.
"Fuck, yes," he replied. I quickly unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off of him. It was only covered by the thin fabric of his unterwear now. I ignored the urge to touch him for a second, as I pushed his shirt up and motioning for him to take it off. He was now only wearing his socks and underwear, and I was still fully clothed. Simon pulled at the hem of my shirt, so I let him take it off, his eyes found my chest immediately. I was wearing a white bra with tiny cherries on it and usually, I would've been embarrassed, but it was different with Simon. I didn't have to be embarrassed by anything with him.
I let my hands roam over his chest briefly, before they disappeared in his briefs. He threw his head back into the pillows immediately and let out a quiet moan.
He looked like I had remembered, only laying down this time, and with my hand on his dick, instead of his own.
I moved the briefs down a little, pulling him out. His cock looked even better up close, the veins decorating it made my mouth water. I leaned my head down and thickly licked the underside of his shaft. Simon's head basically shot up to look at me.
"Fuck," he whispered, his thumb was rubbing my cheek slightly, before he buried his hand in my hair. I could feel his grip tighten with every up and down, his breath became shorter and shorter, moans and groans louder.
"Fuck, Y/N, I-" He came in my mouth, the thick and salty substance felt weird on my tongue, but not unpleasant. I quickly swallowed it and licked his tip clean before pulling of. Drool was running down my chin. I wiped it on the back of my hand. Simon's breathing was quick, his eyes heavy as he looked at me. He took my hand into his and pulled me forward so I'd lie on him, and planted a short kiss on my lips.
"That was fucking hot," he said and I let out a chuckle at that.
"I'm glad you liked it," I said with a smirk. He put a strand of hair behind my ear gently, looking at me with tender eyes, before pushing me down to lie on the mattress. I looked at the ceiling as I felt his lips and tongue explore my body, his hands gripping everything they possibly could.
He opened my pants and I lifted my hips to help him pull them off together with my panties. I quickly got rid of my bra in that process as well. Simon paused. He looked at my body, taking in every tiny detail, as if he was scared he would forget what I had looked like. I felt pretty under his gaze. His hands found my boobs again, brushing over my hard nipples. They wandered down, his left hand stopping at my hips, his right going further down, stopping at my public bone. He looked up to me, seeing me nod, before scooting his body further down between my legs to be at eye-level with my most private part of my body.
I felt him let out a short breath, as his finger moved between my folds, feeling how wet I was because of him. "Fuck," I heard him whisper. I let my head fall into my pillows. They smelled like his hair now and I tried to inhale that smell while his tongue met my clit and I let out a shaky moan.
"Oh God," I said, his tongue dancing around in the wetness of my cunt. My hands were in his hair – probably their favourite place to be in – pulling his locks, trying to get him closer as I was coming with a loud whine.
The orgasm hit me so intensely that my vision went blurry for a second, and I had to regulate my breathing.
"Was that good?" Simon asked me, now lying next to me with his hands found in my hair, stroking it slightly. I looked at him like he was crazy. My juices still glistened on his chin.
"That was probably the best orgasm I've ever had," I told him truthfully as I wiped his chin with the corner of my blanked that was now covering our naked bodies. Simon grinned proudly at me.
"I'm glad we didn't die that night," I said after a moment of silence. He smiled at me and pressed a kiss to my forehead.
"And I'm glad you caught me masturbating." I let out a loud laugh, slightly shoving his shoulder.
"Idiot."
Simon grinned big at me an laid his head on my chest. "I think we should start going out." He said while his fingers fiddled with a loose thread on my blanket.
I smiled softly. "Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?"
"Not yet, I want to take you on a date first."
"I'd like that," I said, gently caressing his back with one hand and stroking his head with the other.
content warning: fem!reader. mentions of blood, killing and sickness, cheating, possessiveness, toxicity. idk if there’s anything else.
word count: 0.7k
author’s note: first time writing headcanons, so constructive criticism is welcomed. and english is my third language so please bear with me. i apologize for any mistake 🙏🏻 also, i’m unlocking a new obsession, so i needed to write for caracalla asap. i’m gonna write for other fred characters too because that man has me down bad. that’s it! enjoyyy! <3
emperor caracalla is a menace with an insane duality and you know that better than anyone
we have 1) mad ruler with an insatiable thirst for blood
you ALWAYS go to the games
he demands wants you there with him
(not like you have much choice being married to him)
but still, he loves to know you’re there. mostly because he actually enjoys sharing his passion and spending time with you. buuut, also because he REALLY likes to show you off. (you love seeing him all giggly clapping and yelling tho)
and let me tell you, he takes every opportunity to do so. to remind everyone that you’re his. and to brag in front of his pretty much unmarried brother.
i’m talking hand rubbing your thigh when sitting by his side (he does it absentmindedly, it’s genuinely cute), arm around your waist during feasts, sitting on his lap when watching combats, theatre or any sort of entertainment and a ton of PDA.
both of them are possessive, but he is more subtle, not as straightforward
regarding Geta, you two have an… odd relationship. he’s thankful there’s someone else to deal with his brother’s madness. but he’s suspicious of your intentions. tho jealous.
some would even say not only of the marriage itself…
caracalla knows, and absolutely feeds on it. he finally has something that belongs to him and only him
god forbid someone doesn’t get it
Dondus has grown to adore you. you’re like his other parent -he’s adopted you as such.
squeaks at you and happily climbs your arm to rest on your shoulder
loves using your braids as little ladders
and snuggling against your neck too
he’s just so cute can u tell i love him :3
anyways
and 2) sappy child
he follows you around like a puppy
you hate it when he gets overwhelmed, he tends to hide and isolate himself
you end up acting like his mother
gets insecure of his real face and keeps it from you
needs a lot of reassurance
the guards always look for you when he has an outburst
your touch and presence are the only things that ground him
LOVES LOVES LOVES cuddling
clings to you like he needs you to breathe
good luck waking up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom 💀
play with his hair and he’s GONE
big on pet names
to you is always “my love” “my dear” “my darling” “my wife” “my empress”
emphasis on the “my”
everything’s fine with him but “sweet boy” makes him melt
and obviously “my emperor” cause it makes him feel powerful
and compliments too
spoils and pampers the shit out of you
jewels, clothes, animals, entertainers, you name it
absolutely whipped
loves kissing
now, it can’t all be a fairytale 😞
sometimes you feel like he loves Dondus more than you
and it seems that some men being forced to kill each other brings him more happiness than you ever could
he can switch from sad to angry in a matter of seconds and sometimes his sudden change of tone and expressions startles you
🚩 🚩🚩
being married to a sick man is hard
many palace servants and guards feel bad for you
paranoid
thinks you don’t love him anymore and are going to leave him quite often
obsessive
if you say something that feels ‘off’ to him get ready for an intense interrogation
possessive and extremely jealous
cause why the fuck where you laughing with some random man?
he’d threaten to kill him and would probably get rough with you
hates other people touching you
gets violent
has hurt you before during one of his fits
regrets it afterwards but has a hard time apologizing
would probably be unfaithful. i know, i hate it too 🥲
over all i think he wouldn’t be that bad of a husband, like it could be way worse
and i say he could genuinely love you, it just wouldn’t be the healthiest of loves
synopsis | the last thing you expected when you signed up to be a counselor at camp pineway was to end up wrapped in just a towel staring in horror at the empty spot where you had placed your clothes right before your shower. luckily for you jason was ready to come to your aid…sort of…
warnings | 18+, drug usage, underage drinking/drug usage, bullying, sexual dialogue, bullying, loser x loser, cringe behavior, sexual content, making out, fingering, edging, jason and reader are hr's worst nightmare.
word count | 7.6k
a/n | i know hell of a summer isn't out till april but i'm already obsessed with jason and had to write a loser x loser scenario for him. i hate how long it took me to write this but hopefully it was worth it. @blueberrypancakesworld has some great jason fics y'all should check out as well!!! big thank you to my bestie @joeloverture for reading through this and helping me out/being super supportive while i worked on it. if y'all read for joel miller or just want some good fics pls go check out her stuff, she's my favorite person on the whole site.
A summer spent with spoiled rich kids who only got a job because their parents forced them sounds like your worst nightmare, and yet here you are living it. You’d grown up going to Camp Pineway, with mostly shitty memories of asshole kids and counselors who felt they weren’t paid enough to stop some bullies. You wanted to make a difference, you wanted to give those kids someone who would stand up for them, so you decided you’d come back and be a counselor for the summer. It was your summer break from college and you truly had nothing better to do in your shitty little town so it seemed like your best bet at having a social life.
When you’d arrived you knew you were fucked. A cherry red convertible with Chris Tian in the front seat was nothing but trouble, you’d heard from your younger sibling about how much of a dickhead he and his friends were and it seemed like they’d be your fellow counselors. You felt weirdly ashamed when you hopped out of your beat up old junker, one of the back handles had fallen off last winter and you never had enough money to fix it. You prayed silently that no one would notice how shitty your car was. Something about being around people like this made you feel like you were a self conscious high schooler again.
You felt relieved when you’d walked into the mess hall to be greeted by Jason Hochberg, he was two years older than you and had gone to school with you. He had been nerdy and awkward and somehow after all these years he still was. You bit your lip at the sight of him in his dorky outfit, his too long shorts and nerdy vest made you want to kiss him hard and stuff him in a locker all at the same time. You had always had a particular type, you could never verbalize it properly so you’d always told your friends your type was guys that would pop a boner if you shoved them too hard in the hallway. You’d softly cyber stalked his Instagram from time to time, mostly nature shots and movie reviews that got maybe 10 likes on a good day. The only photos he really had up of himself were in photo dumps from his years at Camp Pineway, he’d been a counselor there since he was eighteen and had been going for his whole childhood. He was clearly holding onto this place but you found it sort of endearing. You eyed the small bracelet stack on his arm, a couple of his favorites he’d received from campers over the years. You thought it was sweet that he held onto them.
You’d seen him at camp when you were a kid and that sort of kickstarted your little crush. He’d gotten bullied just like you but despite that he’d always stuck up for you whenever he’d see it happening. He didn’t mind taking a few blows or insults if it kept you out of harm's way. There was one incident you’d remembered for years.
It was your third year at camp and you were ten years old, Jason was twelve. You’d been cornered by a couple older girls, laughing at you, insulting your looks and your outfit. You had no idea what you did to provoke them, in reality you hadn’t done shit besides look like what they considered to be an easy target. They’d been harassing you for the entire week, making you scared to separate from your cabin mates. You’d been good about staying in a group but when you broke off to go to the bathroom you’d been cornered. They poked and prodded at you, making you feel smaller than you were. Tears brimmed your eyes, threatening to spill when Jason came in to save the day.
“Hey! Leave her alone!” He yelled, stomping over to the girls. He wasn’t very intimidating, he hadn’t hit his growth spurt and was standing at about 5 feet on a good day. He was dressed in cargo shorts and a Zelda t-shirt, if you looked up ‘nerd’ in the dictionary a picture of him would come up. You felt grateful to see him, no one had ever stuck up for you before.
“Fuck off, Jason,” one of the girls, Jessica, said aggressively. She turns to glare at him. She was a bit taller than him which didn’t help make him look anymore intimidating.
“She’s just a kid, she’s not bothering anyone. Go pick on someone else, Jess.” He stood there with his arms crossed, his brows furrowed in anger.
“Who? You, you’re an even easier target than pipsqueak over here,” Jess laughs.
“Yeah,” he nods, “Pick on me instead. Leave her alone.”
“Fine, we will.” Jess and the other girls turn around, closing in on Jason.
You look at him and mouth a quick ‘thank you’ before running off to find your cabin mates.
He’d saved your ass a couple more times that summer and towards the end of camp you’d used your arts and crafts time to make him a bracelet as a thank you. A perler bead bracelet made out of the camp's colors, white and green. You’d added a little tree shaped bead and a white heart as well. You gifted it to him shyly on the last day as everyone waited for their parents to arrive to pick them up. You shyly approached him, your little hands trembling as you tapped him on the shoulder. He stood alone, lost in his own thoughts.
“Jason?” You tapped him on the shoulder softly.
He turned around and smiled when he saw you, “Hey!
You push the bracelet towards him, “I uh…I made this for you…as a thank you for protecting me this summer.”
He smiles softly at you, taking the bracelet and slipping it onto his wrist where a few others sit. “Thank you, this is so nice. I’m glad I could help, you didn’t deserve to be bullied like that.”
Your ride pulls up, honking the horn. “Thank you for everything, Jason. I’ll see you next summer!” You hug him quickly before running off to your moms car.
Jason gives his spiel to everyone about expectations for the summer and for the weekend, you notice a few of the others on their phones and try to not roll your eyes. Once his speech is over he makes everyone turn their phones into a basket, you’re last in line and decide you’ll take your opportunity to speak to him. His face lights up when he sees you, “I thought I recognized your name. How’ve you been?” His toothy grin makes you melt.
You stand shyly with your hands behind your back, “I’ve been good…how about you? I mean you’re head counselor so clearly you’ve been doing pretty good.” You mentally facepalm at your own awkwardness.
“I’ve been good, yeah…lots of responsibility now. That’s just part of getting older I guess.”
You chew nervously at the dead skin on your lower lip, “You still looking out for the kids like me?”
“Always,” He smiles, “I still have that bracelet you made me y’know.” He holds up his wrist for you to see and you grab him, pulling it closer to get a good look at it.
“No shit…it’s sweet that you still have it.”
“How could I ever get rid of it? It’s a good reminder to look out for other people. You were really the first person to show me that kind of appreciation so it’s special to me,” he explains, his cheeks turning pink. He always blushed so easily.
“Hopefully you get more appreciation now, you really saved my ass that summer…and the next. Goddamn did camp suck without you there. I never really got that same courage you did to stand up for myself…”
He reaches out, placing a hand on your shoulder comfortingly. “I only ended up with that courage after standing up for you, y’know. Who picked on you after Jessica left? She aged out of it when I did.”
“Some rich girl in my grade, you know how things go. When one Jessica leaves another one takes her place,” you joke.
He chuckles, moving his hand off your shoulder to push his hair back. “That’s always how it goes huh…”
Before you can respond Miley pokes her head back into the mess hall, “Why does she still have her phone? Don’t play favorites already!” Her whiny voice makes your eyes go wide in annoyance. You power down your phone and place it in the small basket Jason is holding. She scoffs and heads back out with the other counselors.
“Wow…there’s our Jessica I guess…”
“Looks like it…why don’t you get changed? I think everyone wants to swim,” Jason suggests.
“A swim sounds perfect right now, god. I’ll see you out there.” You give him a soft smile before heading to your car to grab your bags.
You lug them to the cabin you’ve been assigned to share with Demi and Miley, as soon as you open the door they go silent and look you up and down. “So someone’s the teacher's pet already…” Miley scoffs.
“Um…sorry if I made a bad impression already. We just knew each other as kids so we were catching up a bit, and got distracted. I’m not getting any special privileges if that's what you’re worried about.” You try to explain yourself but feel like you’re sinking into quicksand with every word that leaves your mouth. It feels like your childhood all over again.
“It’s not a big deal, just…interesting. Were you two like…science partners or something?” The way she says it sounds so condescending it makes you want to scream.
“Oh no, he’s older than me. We just went to camp together here.” You haul your suitcase onto the bed and start to unpack your clothes into the small dresser at the end of your bed. You lay out a black bikini top and a black boyshort style pair of bottoms. The two girls eye your choice of swimwear judgingly but keep their mouths shut about it…for now.
You all get changed into your swimsuits, Demi and Miley opting for straight bikinis over your slightly more modest attire, before heading out to the lake with everyone else. Jason had specifically told everyone no drinking or drugs but naturally no one cared enough to follow his orders. There’s a big cooler of assorted drinks sitting on the dock. Jason is seething with rage, sitting on his towel, nervously messing with the bracelets on his wrist. He’s dressed in a pair of dark green swim trunks and a Camp Pineway t-shirt. You drop your towel next to his, a pair of square shaped oversized sunglasses sitting atop your head. “Are you not going in?” You ask, sitting down next to him. You nab his sunscreen off his towel and start to apply it where you’re able to reach.
“Not yet. I told them to not bring alcohol and here they are with an entire cooler, are you fucking kidding me?” He rants. You eye the cooler of beer and liquor they brought with them, the pineapple White Claw calls out to you like the green goblin mask but you fight the urge to pop it open.
“They’re kids, they’re gonna be assholes. What’s more interesting to me is exactly how they got all that, none of ‘em are 21,” you say as you lather the sunscreen onto your arms and legs.
“They’re rich, probably paid a sibling or stranger for it…who knows…”
You hand the bottle of sunscreen to him, “Can you get my back? I can’t reach it.”
He stares down at the sunscreen bottle, reluctantly taking it from your hands. A shiver runs down your spine as he starts to apply the cold cream, rubbing it into your skin. A few of the other counselors look over, one of them wolf whistling, “Nice, Jason. Getting some action already huh?” It’s mocking and makes your cheeks start to heat up with embarrassment, Jason’s face turning bright red.
“You could only be so lucky, Bobby!” You call back.
“My first time touching a woman was a long time ago, I think this is Jason’s first,” Bobby teases.
Jason seethes, his touch becoming a bit rougher. You turn your head back to face him, “Don’t let it get to you, they’re just assholes. Their opinions don’t mean shit.”
“If this is what I have to hear all summer I might become Jason Voorhees,” he grumbles.
“Would I be your final girl?” You tease.
“Well if I had to die by someone’s hand here I guess I’d prefer it to be yours.”
You bite your lip and smile, “He never really dies y’know, you’d come back.”
He rolls his eyes playfully, “I’d just look grosser everytime.”
“But at least you’d get to go to space and fight Freddy Krueger, that doesn’t sound too bad to me.”
He laughs and shakes his head, “You’re very familiar with Friday the 13th huh?”
“That franchise is a guilty pleasure of mine, I can’t help it.”
“It’s cool that you know so much about it, I bet you’d kill at horror trivia.”
You smile shyly, “You have no idea.”
You get up and go over to the cooler, grabbing the White Claw you had wanted earlier. “Will you kill me if I have one drink?” You turn back to Jason with a pout.
“Is my final girl breaking her pure streak already?” He teases.
You lean down to whisper in his ear, feeling a bit bold. “As long as my virginity is still intact that’s what really matters, right?”
His face goes bright red and his body goes tense, he gulps. You want to kiss him so bad. He simply nods, “R-Right…”
You smirk and pop open the can, taking a seat next to him. His eyes flicker down to your exposed skin, it’s a view he’s looking forward to admiring for the rest of the summer. When he looks away you press the can to his exposed forearm and laughs when he jumps back. “Sorry…you’re kind of fun to mess with.” You had never really aged out of teasing and annoyance as a form of flirting, you’d spent years flicking people’s ears and throwing things at them to get their attention, it had mostly worked out for you.
“So I’ve been told…” He mutters.
You finish your drink and stand to go into the water, “You coming or what, Voorhees?”
His cheeks turn pink at the nickname, “In a minute, promise.”
“I’ll hold you to it.” You run off the dock and jump in with a smile. You shriek at the coldness of the water and smile as the other counselors laugh along with you. You start to swim around and get yourself used to the temperature of the water. You mostly keep to yourself as the other counselors play around, it’s definitely a weird feeling to be older than the rest of them. You’re enjoying yourself as you see Jason approaching the end of the dock. You swim over to him, resting your arms on the dock as you prop yourself up.
“Coming in?”
“Maybe…is it cold?” He asks. He takes a seat at the end of the dock, dipping his feet into the water. He hisses at the cold. “How are you swimming this?”
“My body got used to it, c’mon join me. I’m lonely…” You pout playfully.
“You don’t want to mingle with them?” He motions to the other counselors.
“I’m scared they’re gonna ask if I have sigma rizz.”
His brows furrowed in confusion, “What the hell does that mean?”
“I don’t know but I heard my sibling say it the other day and felt so very old.”
“I’ll come in and save you, hold on,” He groans. He slowly lowers himself into the water, the t-shirt still on. He grits his teeth at the cold as he sinks in.
The two of you stay near the docks, observing the other counselors. Bobby sits comfortably on an inflatable with a joint perched between his fingers, taking a drag every now and then. Jason shakes his head in anger, “They brought weed too? Are you fucking kidding me?” For a minute part of you wonders if you’ve somehow snuck into a purgatory designed to torture Jason for eternity.
You do your best to calm him, “There’s what like…ten of them? It’ll be gone before the weekend is even over, it’ll be fine. This first night is supposed to be for everyone to hang out and get to know each other right? Just let them all…chill and maybe they won’t be so rude the rest of the summer.”
“If I don’t enforce it now they won’t respect me for the rest of the summer. Trust me, I’ve been doing this for years,” Jason replies, sounding annoyed.
“I’m shocked you’re against smoking, I mean you kind of give off stoner vibes…at least your Instagram did.” As soon as you say it you realize you slipped up.
“You’ve seen my Instagram?”
You feel your face heat up, “I-It came up on my explore page after I applied here. You know how Instagram and Facebook are, I could say the word ‘cookie’ and get like a million Crumbl ads after. I-I saw you and got curious…I remembered you from camp and High School. It wasn’t like I was stalking your page or anything.” The word vomit does nothing to help your case, you’ve been caught red handed.
“You looked through all my posts though? Didn’t you?” He cocks an eyebrow at you.
“Don’t make it weird! I was curious…I do it with everyone from my past if their stuff comes up, hell I go through my own account sometimes!”
“I think you’re the one making it weird.”
“Be nice or I’ll get the teenagers to bully you again,” you threaten.
He rolls his eyes and splashes you with a laugh. You gasp and recoil, you wipe the water from your face and splash him back. It devolves quite quickly into a childish splash fight, the both of you laughing hard. “Truce! Truce!” He yells, holding his hands up in surrender.
“Fineeeeee.”
The other counselors look at the two of you in slight annoyance, it’s so clear to everyone that you’re already his favorite and it pisses them off.
“Is that like…appropriate for him to be so close to them like that?” Miley nudges Demi.
“I don’t know but it’s annoying, they’re gonna get special treatment the whole summer for sucking up to that loser. What kind of guy still works as a counselor when he’s like 30?”
“He’s only like 24, don’t be dramatic,” Shannon says.
“Are you defending him?” Miley asks in disgust.
“The only thing I’m defending him against is the elderly allegations,” Shannon jokes.
Miley rolls her eyes and turns back to Demi, “We should teach them a lesson. Let them know what everyone else thinks of suck ups like them.”
“Yeah? What are you thinking?” Demi asks, leaning her head down for Miley to whisper to her.
The two girls look over at you and Jason and nod.
“Hey, put that out! The rules very clearly said no drugs or alcohol, what the hell were you thinking bringing weed to a summer camp?” Jason yells at Bobby.
Bobby rolls his eyes, “You want me to put it out? Where? On the inflatable?” He scoffs.
“J-Just get rid of it and whatever other contraband you got, okay! We don’t need some kid getting into your stash and greening out!”
You bite back a smile as Jason rants. “Just make sure it’s gone before the kids show up. I’m sure you can manage that right, Bobby?”
Jason looks back at you like you’ve betrayed him, “What the hell are you doing? I’m in charge.”
“Jason, just trust me on this one, okay? They’ll get rid of it before the kids get here, I’ll make sure of it.”
Jason groans and pinches the bridge of his nose, “If it’s not I’ll have your ass for it.”
You smirk at the accidental innuendo, “It’ll be gone,” you turn to look back at Bobby as he takes another hit, “Right, Bobby?”
He salutes you, “Yes ma’am!”
You turn back to face Jason, giggling slightly. “See, it’ll be gone. Promise.”
As the sun starts to go down everyone heads back to their cabins to grab some clothes to change into, before heading to the showers. You’re one of the last to make it to the showers and you leave your clothes in a pile on the bench to change into after. You step into a stall and pull off your swimsuit, hanging it over the door to dry as you turn on the water. Your face scrunches up in annoyance as the cold water hits your skin. You step as far away from the water as you can while still staying in the stall until the water heats up. Once it heats up you take your time scrubbing yourself down, massassing your shampoo into your scalp. You turn off the water and wrap your towel around yourself, stepping out of the stall. Your brows furrowed in confusion as you look down at the bench, your clothes are gone. You look around the locker room, it’s empty except for you. You open the lockers, searching each and every locker for your clothes. You go back to your stall to see if your swimsuit is there but it’s missing as well. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me…” You mutter. Your cheeks heat up with embarrassment, you can’t believe it. You’re a grown ass adult getting bullied by teenagers…
While you were in the shower Miley and Demi put their plan into motion, they’d waited for the rest of the girls to leave and stole your swimsuit from the top of your stall door, yanking it down while you were distracted. They’d swiped up your clothes and ran off with them as well, right back to your cabin. They had been oh so kind as to leave your towel untouched however. Once they stashed your clothes Demi had gone off to Jason's cabin.
He opened the door while towel drying his hair, “Oh, Demi. What’s up?”
She explains that you’re having some issues with something in the showers and need his help.
His pale cheeks turn pink as she explains, “What does she need help with?”
“She didn’t say, but she said she really needed you to come help her so…”
“Uh, okay. I-I’ll be up there in a few.” He shuts the door and throws his towel down, quickly brushing his hair and slipping his crocs on.
You’re pacing in the locker room, chewing nervously at your thumbnail when there’s a knock on the door. “Uh, hey. Demi said you needed some help, is everything alright?”
You walk towards the door, groaning with your head in your hands. “My clothes…” you sigh, “my clothes are fucking gone. I-I think Demi took ‘em.”
His eyes go wide, “Can I come in?”
“I mean…I’m in just a towel so…”
He pinches the bridge of his nose trying to think, “Fuck, okay. Um, I’ll go grab your clothes. Stay here.”
“Wasn’t planning on going anywhere…” You mumble as you hear his footsteps getting quieter.
Jason runs off to the nurses office, it takes him a few minutes to figure out what key on his key ring fits but he gets it eventually. He grabs a camp t-shirt and black shorts they keep as extras just in case and heads back to the locker room. His mind is racing the whole jog back, he’s never had to deal with something like this before. Bullying and pranks between campers was normal, he was used to handling it, but between counselors? He felt pretty out of his depth. He stops his hand when he reaches for the door handle that leads to the locker room, he makes a fist and knocks instead. “I uh…I got you some clothes. There wasn’t any underwear I could get but-”
“Thank you, I appreciate it.” You reach a hand out and take the clothes from him, dropping your towel and slipping the clothes on. The shorts hang low on your hips and the t-shirt hangs slightly off your shoulder. You pick your towel back up to dry your hair and open the door for Jason. “You can come in now.”
He cautiously steps into the locker room, he’s chewing nervously at his lower lip. “So you think Demi took your clothes?”
You nod, placing your hands on your hips. “Her and Miley have been acting really weird since we met. Miley already accused you of playing favorites with me…in the cabin she called me ‘teacher’s pet.’ Do you think she got Demi in on some plan to prank me?”
“It’s definitely possible,” he nervously plays with the bracelets on his wrist. “It just seems a little extreme considering all you’ve done is get on their nerves.”
“Girls are more cutthroat than you’d think, trust me,” you say bluntly.
Jason nods, “Why don’t I walk you back to your cabin and I’ll make sure you get your clothes back, okay?”
“Thanks, Voorhees,” you use his nickname again. You slip on your slides, grateful that they had at least left those for you.
He shakes his head as he holds the door open for you, “Are you gonna call me that all summer?”
You beam up at him, clasping your hands behind your back, “Maybe.”
“Well I guess it’s not the worst thing I’ve been called…” He clicks on his flash light and the two of you start the walk to the cabins.
“Did you get hazed when you started as a counselor?” You ask as you walk next to him.
“Yeah, kind of. It’s different for guys I guess, not as calculated. The worst I got was a wedgie every now and then,” he grimaces at the memory, “I didn’t have my clothes stolen or anything like that.”
You giggle and nod, “Guess I really pissed them off then.”
“Or they’re just really mean.”
You chuckle, “That is definitely a possibility.”
As you walk Jason can’t help but admire you. He loves how the shirt hangs off your shoulder, it falls nicely over the slope of your breasts, your nipples visible through the thin fabric. You use one hand to keep the shorts held up, they hang dangerously low on your hips and your lack of underwear does nothing to help you feel secure. You smell nice, slightly like lavender.
“What’s kept you coming back to camp every year?”
Your question is one Jason has gotten countless times, it’s one that opens up a bottomless pit in his stomach. “I just like it here. I love being in nature and being able to mentor the kids…Pineway just feels like a second home to me.” He’s also terrified of having to move on and grow up but he’d never say that out loud.
“Y’know I think you’d make a good park ranger. I could see you at one of the national parks, maybe doing classes for the kids, helping run day camps. It's perfect for you.”
He looks down and blushes, “You think so?”
You move a little closer to him, your arms brushing against one another. “Yeah, it’d be a good fit for you. You should really think about it.”
“Maybe I will…thank you.”
You reach the cabin, stepping carefully onto the porch. You can hear Demi and Miley talking inside. You slowly open the door, Jason following you inside. You stay close to him, a bit cautious of the two girls now. They turn to look at the two of you and Miley can’t help but laugh, “Cute clothes.”
You open your mouth to retort but Jason places a hand on your shoulder and shakes his head.
“This isn’t funny, I could report you two for harassment and stealing. Where’d you put her clothes?” Jason asks, putting on a serious tone. He stands there angrily, glaring at the girls.
“Why would we have her clothes?” Demi snarks.
“I’m not kidding Demi, this is wildly inappropriate. Hazing, bullying, harassment, whatever you want to call this shit won’t be tolerated.” Jason's hands curl into fists.
The two girls look at each other and burst into laughter, “S-Sorry, it’s so hard to take you seriously when your hands are so…y’know!” Miley laughs through tears.
Jason scowls, “Hey! I’m not fucking around! Give her back her goddamn clothes.” His anger is slightly more intimidating this time.
Miley groans and pulls your clothes out from under her bed. She tosses them to you and you frantically check to make sure all of it is there. “There. Happy now? Take a fucking joke.”
Your brows furrow, “Where the hell is my underwear?”
The two girls erupt into laughter once again, there’s tears streaming down their cheeks as they hold their stomachs in laughter. You and Jason stand there uncomfortably until they calm down. “I’d check the flag pole if I was you,” sneers Demi.
Your face falls and it feels like your stomach has dropped out of your body, you can’t pick your eyes up from the floor. You can feel your breathing begin to grow ragged as you realize what they’ve done. Your whole body feels warm with embarrassment. You’ve been humiliated plenty of times in your life but this takes the cake for the worst. You drop your clothes and run out of the cabin.
Jason points at the girls, “You’re both in a lot of fucking trouble when I get back.” He runs outside after you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. He pulls you into his chest as you begin to cry. He rubs your back and whispers softly to try and calm you down. “It’s gonna be okay, you won’t have to spend another second alone with them for the rest of the summer and they’re on probation for the rest of the summer, okay? Seriously, one more incident and they’re out. I’m calling the camp director in the morning.” As he holds you he looks over at the nearby flag pole that sits in the middle of the cabins. Where the flag once was now waves a smaller white piece of cloth. He immediately knows what it is. He’s quite possibly the angriest he’s ever been in his life, but for your sake he calms himself. “I’m gonna get your underwear down. I’ll be right back.” He runs over to the flagpole, hoisting your underwear down as quickly as possible so no one will see. He stuffs your underwear into his pocket and puts the flag back up.
“Come on, you’re going to my cabin. I’ll go get your stuff in a bit,” Jason wraps his arm around you and starts to lead you to his cabin. One of the perks of being head counselor is that he doesn’t have to share with everyone else. He leads you to the small cabin and you get comfortable on one of the bunks, curling into yourself and crying softly. He sits on the bed, rubbing your back comfortingly. “They’re just a bunch of assholes, you don’t deserve this. They went way too far.”
“I didn’t even do anything,” You whine. You feel like a kid again, you want to quit and go home but you know you can’t.
“I know. It’s stupid, they’re stupid. I’ve got you, okay? I’ll switch your cabin assignment, get you away from them. But at least for tonight you’re with me. I’m gonna go get your stuff.” He pats your back and stands, heading for the door.
On the short walk to your cabin he tries to calm himself, he knows better than to blow up at Miley and Demi but goddammit would he love to. He slips in the door, making his way to your bunk, gathering your things quickly. “What are you doing with her shit?” Miley asks, sitting up on her bunk.
“Taking it to my cabin. You two can’t be trusted near her.”
“I thought male and female counselors weren’t allowed to-”
Jason cuts Demi off, “This is an exception. It’s just for tonight. You’ll room with someone else starting tomorrow, probably Shannon.” He tries to keep the conversation short, if he gets a chance to blow up he will.
“You just wanna get in her pants…” Miley mumbles.
“Shut the fuck up. I could call your parents and tell them what you’ve done, I promise you no amount of money will stop me from making sure you’re both punished for what you did. Grow the fuck up. You both go to college this fall right?”
They nod.
“Then act like it. You do this shit in college and you don’t just get suspended. You get kicked out. I’m sure mommy and daddy will offer a generous donation to save your ass but it can only happen so many times before they decide to stop paying up. I don’t want another problem from either one of you this whole summer, got it?” Jason has never had to yell at anyone like this the entire time he’s worked at the camp, he’s seething. If he could find replacements for the two on such short notice he’d have them packing by midnight.
The two girls nod shamefully, “G-Got it…”
“Good.” He gathers the rest of your things and carries them back to his cabin. You help him bring them inside and open up your suitcase to change. You don’t want to put on the clothes you’d originally picked out, they feel tainted now. You decide on an old band t-shirt and some old flannel pajama shorts you’d bought years ago.
“Can you uh…turn around? I really don’t want to walk all the way back to the showers to change.” You ask shyly, holding up your clothes.
Jason turns around quickly, even going as far as covering his eyes, “Just let me know when you’re decent.”
You strip off the clothes he’d given you earlier and trade them for your own. “You can turn around now.”
He turns back around with his eyes still covered and you roll your eyes. You stroll up to him and pull his hands off his eyes, “You’re such a dork.” He smiles down at you, for a second he feels like he’s in one of those cheesy rom coms he secretly watches.
“It doesn’t sound so mean when you say it,” he chuckles.
“Good. It should sound like a compliment, I like dorks. You’re so yourself without being ashamed of it, I like it.” For a moment you both stare at one another, admiring the features of your faces up close. You notice his beauty marks that litter his cheeks, you admire the gaps in his teeth. He’s so beautiful as he is.
He moves his hands to your waist experimentally. His touches, as innocent as they are, make your body feel as if it’s been set ablaze. You want him bad.
“You were my hero again today, maybe instead of a park ranger you could consider superhero as your career,” you joke. He runs his thumb up and down your side, smiling softly.
“Maybe you should stop getting yourself into trouble and I won’t have to come save you.”
“Isn’t that what a final girl is supposed to do?” You tease, referencing your earlier conversation.
“I suppose. But, I still haven’t seen you trip over nothing while running. You broke the rules a little earlier by having that drink y’know.” His grip on your waist tightens, he pulls you a bit closer to him.
“Are you gonna punish me for it, Mr. Voorhees?” You internally cringe at yourself and pray to the universe that he will somehow find that sexy.
“Maybe I will.”
He leans in and kisses you softly, pulling your body flush against his as he does. What starts off innocent pretty quickly picks up steam. It’s been a long time since you’ve so much as even kissed someone, you’re pretty pent up. Your hands find their way into his hair as you pull him closer to you, you want him as close as humanly possible. When his hand starts to slide up your shirt you know you want to be even closer. He squeezes your breast and rolls your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He laughs when you pull away from the kiss to whine pathetically. You didn’t know he had this in him. You tug at his hair and smirk when he whimpers. You can see what this is turning into, tit for tat. He makes you whine, you make him whimper. You do whatever you can to elicit a sweet sound from one another. Eventually you’re able to shove him down onto the couch. He sits with his head against the back of the couch, his legs spread. You bite your lip and move to stand between his legs. He leans forward and lifts your shirt, starting to kiss your stomach and hips.
“Y’know, I might’ve lied about some of my final girl qualifications,” you laugh, looking down at him.
“Yeah? Like what?”
“I’m not a virgin…”
He scoffs, “Really? Could’ve fooled me.”
You roll your eyes and playfully whack the top of his head, “Don’t be a dick.”
He pulls you into his lap and pulls off your shirt, starting to kiss your neck. He turns you around in his lap so that your back is against his chest. He spreads your legs apart and starts to tease you over your shorts. You melt into his touch, whining and moaning softly. You’re practically putty in his hands. You can feel him pressed against your back, he’s painfully hard. You wanna touch him but you’re too caught up in what he’s doing to you. “We shouldn’t be doing this, think about how much trouble I’d get in if anyone found out,” Jason mutters as he shoves his hand down your panties. He starts to massage your clit and you’re practically melting.
“N-No one’ll find out…promise…please just…” You can barely form a sentence, this is the last thing you would’ve expected from him. You had imagined a messy makeout session, a few minutes of grinding before he loses control and comes in his pants.
“Please what? What do you need?” He sounds completely calm and collected, it’s like he’s maintaining his composure just to fuck with you.
“Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you! You know what I need! Goddammit, just-”
He cuts you off by tugging down your shorts and underwear, your cunt exposed to the cool air of the cabin. He hooks his ankles around yours, keeping your legs spread for him. He looks down at your cunt and smiles, resting his head on your shoulder. He runs his finger up your slit, spreading your lips in the process. You whine, your hips bucking up. “Is this what you want?” He raises his fingers to your mouth, tapping your bottom lip for you to open up. You slowly open your mouth and he slides his fingers in. He doesn’t even tell you what to do, you start to suck on his fingers. He pulls them away once he’s satisfied and moves his hand back down to your cunt. He spreads you open against, watching your head tilt back as he sinks two fingers into your depth. He smirks when he hears your soft whimpers. He starts to slowly pump his fingers inside of you, “If you keep making these pretty little noises I might have to keep you in here with me all summer.”
“Please…fuck…just have me look pretty and play with me, better than the actual job,” you mumble, turning to look at him. You lean down to capture his lips in a bruising kiss, enjoying the way your noses knock against one another. You’ve been admiring his nose all day, fighting the urge to run a finger down the slope. You wonder how it would feel against your clit, his tongue buried deep inside of you.
“It’d be nice to have a pretty little stress toy like you in my cabin to come back to after a long day, these motherfuckers are gonna give me greys before I turn 30.” You get a look on your face like you’re about to make a snide comment and Jason shuts it down by massaging your clit. A moan spills out of your lips instead.
“You figured out how to handle me that quick?”
He rolls his eyes and starts to kiss your neck, he takes his time finding all the spots that make you whine extra loud. He nibbles here and there but knows better than to leave marks, at least in such visible places. He picks up the pace as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. He loves how you whimper his name, pleading for more, pleading for his cock. “I didn’t pack condoms, but maybe if you’re good you can have my tongue later.”
You move your head to the side, giving him more access to your neck. “And if I’m bad?”
“Then you can try to get yourself off on my thigh while you jack me off.”
“Oh fuck me…” you mumble, your head rolling back.
He moves his mouth to your breasts, starting to bite and suck at the sensitive flesh of your nipples. “Already told you I can’t do that yet. Gotta be patient, gotta be good, ‘kay?”
You jut out your bottom lip, pouting, and nod. “‘Kay…”
He nips at your nipple and you yelp, “Good.” He leans down and spits on your clit, massaging it into your clit with his thumb. He speeds up his motions, trying harder and harder to get you what you want. “You wanna make a mess for me, don’t you? If you get it on the couch you’re licking it up. Better pray none of it even hits the floor…” This morning you could’ve never imagined he had it in him to speak to you like this, his coy attitude was just a red herring for what was to come. He’s working his fingers inside of you, curling them just right to hit the spot. Your eyes screw shut as you mumble pathetically, “Oh fuck Jason…g-god…fuck please make me come, please…wanna make a mess for you…”
Just as he’s about to take you over the edge there’s a knock at the door. You both freeze and he slaps a hand over your mouth. Never in his life has he been so grateful for the window coverings in the cabin.
“Hey! Jason, is she in there? I heard what happened, I just want to make sure y’all are gonna eat.” It’s Chris. God you want to kill him right now.
Jason smirks, “I’ll be out in a minute. Just making sure she’s okay.”
“Well…uh, see you in the mess hall then!” You hear his footsteps quiet down.
You and Jason look at each other and erupt into giggles. “You wanna play a game with me, final girl?”
“Are you impersonating Jigsaw now too? I think you’re getting your franchises mixed up.”
He rolls his eyes, “God you’re more of a nerd than me. You should feel lucky you weren’t wearing that underwear when they hoisted them up the flagpole.”
You slap his chest, “Hey! Asshole! I’m not like that bitch Cindy in Sleepaway Camp III, you wouldn’t let them do that to me.”
He laughs, kissing you again, “Nerd.”
“You can’t call me a nerd when your fingers are inside me.”
He pulls his fingers out of you and flicks your clit, causing you to yelp. “Is that better nerd?”
You roll your eyes and he brings his fingers to your lips, “Go on, clean me up.” You suck your slick off his fingers. He pulls them out of your mouth once he’s satisfied and wipes your saliva on your cheek. You narrow your eyes at him playfully.
“You’re not gonna finish me off? I was so close…” You pout.
“That’s the game. Sit through dinner without being a whiny little brat and I’ll give you whatever you want. I’ll make sure you come as many times as you want tonight, just behave during dinner. Think you can do that?” He explains.
You groan, “Fineeeee. But you owe me a lot of orgasms, and I mean a lot. It’s fucked up to leave a girl hanging like that.”
“I’m blue balling myself too.” He grabs your hand and presses it against his shorts, you can feel just how hard he is through his shorts. “We both have to behave during dinner, it’s an even playing field.”
You smirk, “Deal. How do you plan to hide that though?”
“I’ll think of awful things until it goes away.”
You raise an eyebrow, “Does that really work.”
“Sometimes.”
You squeeze him through his shorts before standing to get redressed, “You better pray it does tonight because I’ll be across the table thinking about how your nose would feel against my clit after dinner.”
“You’re HR’s worst nightmare…” He mumbles, watching as you redress.
“You’re the one who kissed me, I don’t wanna hear it. I’ll keep my mouth shut as long as you do the same,” you say as you pull your shirt over your head,
“Deal.” He gets up from the couch and readjusts himself through his shorts.
You both share a mirror, trying to fix your hair and doing everything possible to make it less obvious that you two were just going at it. Once you’re satisfied you head for the door. As soon as you step out of the door he slaps your ass, causing you to yelp and jump. “Prick!”
synopsis: your final red carpet appearance with fred for gladiator ii. (your first public appearance as a couple?)
wc: 4k+
warnings: rpf! reader is specified to be inexperienced!
a/n: same general vibes as the last one but more introspective ig, but we go into more specifics here as well as some backstory.
italics are supposed to be comments under tiktok clips of the premiere. feedback is writer's fuel!
cross posted on AO3
<<previous part
The screams and chaos of the premiere crashed over you as you stepped out of the car, a security guard’s hand reached for yours to steady you. This was it, the final big event. Even though it wasn’t over just yet, the nostalgia was creeping in, soft but persistent.
“Hey, pretty girl.” Fred’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts. He stood only a few steps ahead of you, having just arrived himself. Your gaze softened, lingering on Fred, oblivious to the cameras snapping away. “You look…” His gaze dipped once—then again—tracing your figure. A soft, unguarded smile tugged at his lips, as if he didn’t realize he was doing it. As if he was completely enraptured by you. “You’re stunning, you know that?”
The ability to speak escaped you for only a moment, the words caught in your throat. “...Fred, you can’t-”
“No, I’m serious.” He shook his head, eyebrows raised. He walked forward and placed his hands on your shoulders, holding you in place to continue studying you, as if he was in awe. “Look at you.” His eyes finally found yours again. “You’re gorgeous, y/n.”
“Thank you.” The words felt stronger than your voice. You weren’t insecure—you knew you looked good tonight. But having someone say it like that—having Fred say it like that, like he couldn’t even keep the thought to himself—it nearly brought you to tears.
A deafening roar of cameras and voices dragged you back to reality. The glow of flashing lights blurred at the corners of your vision, and distant shouts of your name cut through the haze. You straightened your posture instinctively, smoothing invisible creases in your dress. But Fred could see it. He could see that small moment you tried to keep to yourself.
“Hey, come here.” He spoke softly, less of a request and more of a warning of the oncoming embrace. He pressed his hands between your shoulders blades once you settled into him, chin hooked against his shoulder. “I’m sorry.”
You shook your head vehemently, the silky smooth finish of his suit rubbing against your neck. “You’ve got nothing to be sorry for.”
“I made you emotional.”
“You always make me emotional.” You chuckled, voice light to keep the tears at bay, unsure why they even came in the first place. “You look incredibly handsome tonight.”
“Yeah?” He asked, his smile and excitement clear in his voice.
“Of course.” You pulled away and jerked your chin at his outfit. “We’re almost matching.”
With a quick second look at the color scheme of your outfit compared to his, Fred’s eyes lit up. “We are!”
“I think Grant and Leslie set us up.” You squinted your eyes conspiratorially. “I heard them talking about ‘all black looks’ yesterday.”
“Really?” He raised his brows at the information. “Come to think of it, Leslie refused to even entertain any of my suggestions today.” Fred laughed it off and reached down to hold you. His hands smoothly slid down your arms until they arrived at your hands, interlacing your fingers together. “Come on.” He tilted his head toward the carpet behind him. “Walk with me.”
“Down the carpet?” You gawked, frozen in place as he gently pulled you in the direction of the flashing lights.
“Yeah pretty, down the carpet.” Fred chuckled like you were joking. “It’s why we’re here, isn’t it?”
“You wanna take pictures with me? Like us- together?” You whispered to Fred, not fully paying attention to the cameras already catching every moment. As Fred’s hand tightened around yours, you realized.
You weren’t exactly hiding this—not entirely. Your blossoming relationship, that is. Keeping things personal and quiet felt right for both of you. But this—walking a red carpet together—had never been part of the plan.
“‘Course I wanna take pictures with you.” Fred answered, eyes soft but certain. “We worked super closely on this movie, y/n. I don’t think people will over analyze if we take pictures together on the carpet.” He shrugged. His words meant more than that, though. You knew he meant that you could do whatever you wanted. That you shouldn’t limit yourself in your relationship just because you wanted boundaries. Keeping it private didn’t mean keeping it a secret, like you were doing something wrong.
“Besides, you’re my Lovie.” His voice softened, almost shy, like he wasn’t sure if you’d still claim the title in front of all these people.
Your neck grew warm at his words.
Lovie.
That was the name you and Fred called your deliberately unnamed character throughout filming. Caracalla called her ‘my love’ almost exclusively in the script. So it became your quick shorthand between each other. And soon after, the rest of the cast and crew called your character that as well. But it was different with Fred. After a while, it stopped being her name for him. It was you. You were his Lovie.
“Oh- Okay, yeah.” You nodded at Fred, accepting the idea of walking the carpet together, though still slightly apprehensive.
“Yeah?” He asked again, just to make sure. And with another nod from you, Fred’s victorious smile lingered as his hand settled on the small of your back, sending sparks up your spine. “Gotta show off my girl,” he murmured, his hand pressing a little firmer into you. You weren’t sure if he wanted you to hear that or not, but you did. The way Fred could unravel you, seemingly without even trying, felt wildly unfair—like every tender gesture was second nature to him.
He led you up the crimson steps, where the carpet shimmered beneath camera flashes and distant voices blurred into a roar. Your name and Fred’s were being called from every which way. Before you could stand still and face a specific group of photographers, Fred moved away from your side all of a sudden, his steps quick and fluid.
“Fred?” you asked, instinctively glancing over your shoulder.
“One second.” His voice was low, nearly lost in the noise. When you turned, you saw Fred at your other side by your feet. He crouched smoothly to get closer to what he was after. The train of your dress. It wasn’t that long, but the small trek up the stairs had it all misshapen. With precise movements, he tugged at the fabric to position it into place. After he straightened it out sufficiently, he stood back up and stepped around his handiwork to come back at your side, arm looping around your waist to pull you back into him.
“You didn’t have to do all that.” You looked up at him through your lashes as your hands came up to rest against his chest. You adjusted his lapels in a subconscious attempt to return the favor, brushing away the imaginary lint on his chest and shoulders. Fred visibly blushed at your words, your hands on him, the way that you were looking at him, all of it. You displayed your emotions in a way that even he couldn’t dismiss. Not that he would want to. He loved it. Every moment. Being cared for so openly made his heart flutter and his ears turn red, it was exhilarating.
“I wanted to.” He reassured you, head nodding down softly, a subtle attempt at getting closer to you.
A piercing shout of your name followed by a burst of blinding light shattered the quiet moment.
The soft bubble you and Fred had built around yourselves burst, replaced by the harsh glare of cameras and the relentless hum of the crowd.
You dropped your hands from Fred’s chest, suddenly aware of how close you were.
But Fred’s hand stayed where it was, anchoring you in the thrashing waves of it all.
You turned this way and that, following the voices of photographers as they shouted out different poses they wanted to see.
“I could get used to this.” Fred spoke quietly, leaning down to whisper into your ear.
You frowned in confusion and turned to look at him. “Which part exactly?” You asked.
“Having the prettiest girl in the world on my arm.”
“Was this your plan tonight?” You couldn’t hide your grin no matter how hard you tried. “To kill me with compliments?”
“Not a bad way to die, no?” Fred furrowed his brows in faux seriousness, his mouth twitching in that way it did, a twinkle of mirth in his eyes.
You rolled your eyes with a giggle. “You’re a horrible man, Fred Hechinger.”
‘idk if they’re together or not and i want to be respectful but theyre literally the cutest people ever and if its true then theyre perfect for each other 🥺 truly wish them the best’
‘the mouth thing he does is actually the cutest thing ive ever seen’
↳ ‘hottest. i think you mean hottest.’
‘look at the matching outfits!! i can’t! theyre too frickin cute!!!’
↳ ‘its just all black lol y’all read into things too much 🙄’
‘we need a lip reader up in here 🗣️🗣️’
‘we love a man who knows the importance of the dress’
‘how does she just look better and better at each public appearance?!’
‘this is flirting one million percent’
‘either theyre together or theyre idiots, because this just might be true love’
‘we can’t assume that every interaction in hollywood means something more than it is, give them the privacy they deserve!’
‘what are they SAYINGGGG?!!?!’
↳ ‘it definitely looks like he said ‘prettiest girl in the world’ there at the end, right?? call me crazy, but i can see his mouth moving so clearly it has to be it!’
↳ ‘you’re definitely crazy, but also you’re definitely right’
↳ ‘you’re right!!!! isn't that so relationship goals??’
—
Towards the end of the carpet, the rest of the cast were gathered to take a group photo. Paul saw the two of you approaching and his eyes lit up.
“Took your sweet time, didn’t you?” He teased the two of you. “Been waiting all night!”
“Sorry,” you ducked your head as you confessed, smiling sheepishly. “Entirely my fault. I came late.”
“Ah, come here.” Paul laughed as he brushed it off and pulled you into a hug. “You look stunning.”
“And you’re handsome as ever.” You returned the compliment.
Paul pulled Fred into his side once you withdrew. You saw him whisper something into Fred’s ear, and Fred laughed and whispered something back, but you couldn’t quite make any of it out.
When Fred pulled away, you shook your head at him with furrowed brows and pursed lips. A small way of asking ‘What was that about?’ Fred smiled and shook his head, ‘Don’t worry about it.’
“Alright, you two!” Paul clapped his hands, breaking the moment. “Picture time!”
“Do I look okay?” You turned to Fred, hand coming up to make sure your hair was in place. You were facing him now, your colleagues to one side of you and the expanse of the carpet on the other side.
“You always look perfect.” He answered, eyes struggling to stay on yours. Always dipping down to your neck, your shoulders, your waist. He had to get a hold of himself, he thought.
As you raised your arm to make sure your earrings were on properly, one of your bracelets snagged at the neckline of your dress. Nothing had happened yet, but if you moved in the wrong way, you’d have a horrible wardrobe malfunction on your hands. A soft ‘Oh!’ escaped you as you realized what was happening. Fred’s eyes darted from yours to your hand, where your eyes were fixated on something.
“What happened?” He mumbled as he quickly moved you with his hands on your elbows and simultaneously stood in front of you, making sure the scene was as difficult as possible for the cameras to capture.
“My bracelet’s stuck,” you explained, eyebrows furrowed and eyes zoned in on the tangle.
His hands quickly covered yours, gently moving your fingers out of the way. “Here, let me.”
You rolled your eyes with a laugh. “You’re like my own personal assistant today.”
“Yeah?” He asked with a small smile, still working on your bracelet, glad that you seemed to be enjoying yourself even now.
He was a bit worried about you today, especially after he initially saw you at the entrance to the carpet. He knew the high of working on this project was coming down for you and he wanted to be there to support you through it all.
“Mhm,” you nodded, “first the train of my dress, now this. What next? You’re gonna pull out a powder puff and take care of the shine on my forehead?”
“If this suit had big enough pockets, I’d pull out a plane and fly us out of here.”
“Where would we go?” You laughed.
“I don’t know, the Maldives? Russia? The moon?” Fred laughed with you as he pulled your hand back down, your bracelet and your dress back to their previous intact positions.
“Well, I already told you two that I want to go take pictures.” Paul’s voice broke the bubble that seemed to continuously form around the two of you. He stood next to you and placed a hand on your and Fred’s shoulders. “Hate to ruin the moment, lovebirds, but there’s only so much time before the movie starts inside.”
Paul pushed the two of you towards the spot prepared for the photos. Ahead of you was the rest of the cast, all lined up. Pedro Pascal, Connie Neilsen, Joseph Quinn, and Denzel Washington all stood together chatting and laughing. Paul went and stood next to Pedro, and Joseph made room for Fred between him and Denzel. You slid up next to Paul, feeling like it was the best fit for you between the group of people without causing another shuffle.
Paul scanned the lineup, eyes flicking between you and Fred when his eyes narrowed slightly. “This won’t do.”
Without another word, he began casually nudging people aside, muttering something to Pedro, giving Joseph a knowing look. Slowly but deliberately, he carved out a space beside Fred.
A space for you.
“There. Much better,” he smirked, stepping back to admire his handiwork. He placed a firm hand on your shoulder and pulled you into place.
Your cheeks burned as Fred grinned and tugged you closer into his side. Joseph smiled knowingly at you and draped an arm across your shoulders.
Paul darted back to his place and in turn the cameras flashing intensified.
‘paul fred and y/n seem like such good friends i could cry 😢’
‘we all know paul has tiktok and hes in the loop, this man knows exactly what hes doing to us fred x y/n shippers’
‘HIM FIXING HER DRESS LIKE THAT? TOMDAYA 2.0! THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT THE WORLD NEEDS 😩’
‘guys! a lip reader figured this one out! paul: ‘you’re smitten and you’re not being subtle about it’ and FRED SAID ‘who said i wanna be subtle?’ IS HE NOT THE CUTEST BOYFRIEND IN THE WHOLE ENTIRE WORLD?’
↳‘paul ships it, he’s on our team’
↳ ‘and he was telling her how good she looks at the other end of the carpet, did you see?’
↳ ‘at one point he even says ‘you’re my love’ and i just about melted’
↳ ‘no he said ‘lovie’! that’s what caracalla calls her in that one scene! NO SPOILERS GUYS!!!’
‘FRED THE MAN THAT YOU ARE!!!’
‘i can’t tell if i want y/n or if i want to be her’
‘paul making sure y/n is next to fred during the group photo’
↳ ‘did you see how joseph looked at them!! everyone ships these two!’
↳ ‘goes to show how literally everyone is rooting for these two’
↳ ‘so true! they’re the cutest couple ive ever seen i feel like a proud mom’
‘first he fixes the train of her dress, next he helps her when her bracelet gets stuck, then what? huh? i die? is that what these two want from me?’
‘never getting over the cast making sure theyre next to each other in the group pic, theyre so loved’
↳ ‘you mean paul specifically lol’
—
After a few pictures were snapped, a coordinator in charge of the media coverage told you to reshuffle. They wanted a few photos of Fred with Joseph and Denzel, and some of just the two of them. Some of Connie and Pedro, and some with Paul as well. A mixture of photos that represented their work together on screen. And of course they wanted some of you and Fred, and some with Joseph. And the last group on the list was you, Fred, and Paul.
When Paul came to join you, he placed his arm across Fred's on your lower back, both of their hands now landing on either side of your waist. “Hey,” He smiled warmly at you. “You alright?”
You hummed in confirmation. “Thank you for that, back there.” You tilted your head to the side, knowing Paul would understand that you meant how he made sure to put you next to Fred in the group photo.
“I have no clue what you're talking about.” He smirked, eyes fixed forwards on the cameras. But his hand squeezing lightly at your waist told you otherwise. He was so perceptive when it came to you, making you feel like you were an open book. It brought you back to a day on set. A long time ago. When the concept of you and Fred was something you were too afraid to talk about out loud in fear of ruining the magic of it. Your relationship was on the precipice, the very edge of friendship before the ocean of something more.
The day, you had confided in Paul about the very thing that led him to do what he did only moments ago.
—
“You guys are cute.” He had said, catching you admiring your lock screen. It was a picture of you and Fred on a picnic blanket. Paul had taken it the day before. Everyone on set thought it was a nice idea to have lunch outside. The weather was perfect, the grass was green, and there were butterflies everywhere. You and Fred took a blanket for yourselves, to no one’s surprise.
It was the next day that you were sitting with Paul on the set of the Colosseum and he showed you the picture he took of you. You quickly changed your phone wallpaper after he sent you the photo at your request. It wasn’t anything fancy, his film was still getting developed, though he promised you loads of pictures from that once it was done. This picture was just taken on his phone camera, but it was just as beautiful to you. He was so talented with cameras, capturing each moment beautifully you could almost hear it.
“Thanks.” You replied, avoiding his eyes. It felt strange—this fragile stage of something new unfolding under so many watchful eyes. But you knew that would be a sacrifice that you’d have to make. Especially with how slow you were going with Fred.
“Does it make you uncomfortable?” Paul asked. You hummed in response, asking for elaboration. “Us watching?”
“What do you mean?” You asked, needing further explanation. He couldn’t read your mind, could he? Was he really asking about the same thing you were thinking of? Were you that easy to read? Maybe to Paul, you were.
“I know you guys are taking it slow,” Paul said softly, like it was a secret he wasn’t supposed to know. Your eyes lifted to meet his. “Fred told me.”
“He talks to you about me?” You asked, your smile evident in the tone of your voice.
“Always.” He replied, smiling just as wide as you unknowingly were. You and Fred were some of his closest friends on set. You all had the same sense of humor and attitude towards life, it was easy to find companionship with the two of you. And he wasn’t surprised that you two found love within each other. But he worried about it at times. “He always talks about you.”
“All good things, I hope.” You chuckled quietly, the smile ever growing on your face as you thought of what Fred might tell Paul in your absence. Maybe he mentioned your weird obsession with stuffed animals, or how you clung to his arm whenever the two of you went for a walk.
After a beat of silence, you remembered his question and your brows knitted in thought. “Why would it make me uncomfortable?”
Paul inhaled through his nose and looked out onto the bleachers ahead of you. “I don’t know… It’s just that- I don’t think I would be comfortable in your position, is all.”
“Why is that?” You knew how you felt about it all, but you always explained away your emotions. A bad habit, you knew. But you were genuinely curious and wanted to hear a somewhat objective opinion on this whole situation.
“Just feels so-” He looked back at you now, studying you. Hoping, even, to see something telling in your expression at his confession. “Exposed, in a way. Raw. Like these feelings that really only one person should know about are on display to everyone around me.”
“Says the guy who had a first date on a live stream.” You retorted, the playful jab coming quick to mind.
Paul shook his head with a chuckle. “You know what I mean, dickhead.”
Your head cocked to the side as you thought of his words, truly taking them in. “I guess it does kind of make me feel strange.”
“Yeah?” Paul’s brows raised, appraising your face once more.
You nodded with a hum. “I’ve never- I mean, I’ve never really had a proper relationship. I don’t think I can even call this one a proper relationship. Not yet, anyways. And when I really think of it, it does feel a little unfair that what I always thought would be intimate and private is on display like this.”
“I’m sorry.” Paul spoke morosely.
“It’s not your fault.” You smiled softly, placing your hand on his.
“Feels like it is sometimes.” He admitted. You shot him a questioning look. “‘Cause of the pictures.” He explained. “I just want to capture the moment. For you guys, not for anyone else. But whenever I point a camera your way, it’s like I’m pulling everyone’s attention to you with it. I feel guilty whenever you two are having a moment and everyone’s staring. You’re not doing anything wrong.”
“I think we’re asking for it a little.” You huffed out a laugh, squinting in the sun. The underlying bitterness in your voice didn’t go unnoticed by Paul. “It’s a bit dumb to try and start a relationship in an environment like this. Months on end on one set with the same group of people. It’s annoying to have everyone’s attention like that, but everyone else probably thinks we’re annoying too.”
“No, don’t say that.” Paul shook his head, his eyes sharp as he shot down your self-blame. “You don’t plan out relationships in advance, that’s not how things work. We’re not like normal people, we don’t get to clock out and go home when time’s up. We’ve moved to fuckin’ Malta, we film day and night. We eat, sleep, and breathe on this set. And if something like that does happen, where would you even hide it? You can’t! Not that well anyways… You guys are doing this well. Better than most.”
“You think?”
“Yeah, I do.” He nodded with certainty. “And I… I didn’t know this was your first relationship. I’m sorry. It’s not fair to you.” He apologized again and your heart squeezed.
“Yeah.” Your lips pressed together in a combination of agreement and embarrassment. “But it’s okay. To answer your question, I mean. I don’t think- I don’t feel uncomfortable.”
“No?”
“No.” You shook your head. “He makes me feel safe—like I’m home. Like we’re in a bubble where nothing bad can happen.”
—
Tucked into Fred’s side, surrounded by the cameras and the noise of the final premiere, you felt that same comfort—like you were in your own bubble with him. There were still interviews, panels, and endless appearances ahead, but this moment felt like the end of something special. And you were grateful that Fred was here, anchoring you through it all.
the voice of an angel // dmitri kravinoff x reader
-`♡´- pairing : dmitri kravinoff x reader
-`♡´- summary : when dmitri sees reader up on stage of a local restaurant, its love at first sight. he’s captivated by her and invites her to sing at his club…
-`♡´- warnings : alcohol consumption. nsfw. p in v, oral (male receiving), slight overstim, slight age gab, petnames, idk what else lmk if i should add something
-`♡´- notes : this actually sucks. i hate it more day after day. sorry this took so long. kind of got overwhelmed w projects, one part and uhh the last bit was written in kind of a rush so its not really proofread. also havent written filth like this in a while. DMITRI MY BABY UGGHHH I LOVE HIM SO MUCH
-`♡´- word count : 5400
songs mentioned: heavy, no one noticed, over the moon
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As the lights shone on the stage and the music slowly started one last time, the audience cheered. Up on the stage stood a young woman, no older than twenty as she shyly approached the microphone again. It wouldn’t matter how often she stood on this, or any stage really, it would always be a little intimidating. Having all the people listen, some look at her as she sung.
Eventually, once she’d get lost in her element, she’d loosen up. Her voice ringing through the room quietly as the guests of the local pub or restaurant had their drinks or dinner.
Today she stood on the stage at the fine-dining restaurant that belonged to one of her fathers best friends. It was a busy Friday night and the place was stacked, filled with low conversation as couples had dinners, businessmen held meetings, and families celebrated birthdays.
The Ledbury had a high reputation here in London, and with the Christmas days coming up, the place was decorated to cozy up for the holidays.
The lyrics slowly came from her mouth as she held her hands on top of the microphone, eyes scanning the crowd and smiling brightly.
“It’s not right, ‘cause I’m so over being lonely.”
She noticed her fathers best friend at the bar and nodded at him. Her eyes once more looking over the guests that all had their conversations going on, or at least busing themselves with something.
“Make you mine, I need a virtual connection, take our time, be my video obsession.”
That’s when she locked eyes with a young gentleman. He was sitting in one of the booths with two other men but he paid no mind to them as he stared at her with big eyes, lips slightly parted as he tilted his head in adoration.
“Come on, don’t leave me, it can’t be that easy, babe. If you believe me, I guess I’ll get on a plane.”
His blonde hair seemed to glow a bit orange under the lights as he shifted his body to face her more. He let his gaze fall over her form, from the jewelry around her neck, to her dark blue velvet dress that fit her like a glove, to the bell sleeves that fell back on her arms as she shyly held on to the microphone, never breaking eye contact as she continued to sing.
“Fly to your city, excited to see your face. Hold me, console me, and then I’ll leave without a trace.”
The lyrics repeated themselves and she finally broke eye contact after offering him a shy smile, which he returned after she looked away. His brother shoved his shoulder in a playful manner, pulling his attention away from the singing girl and back to the important business meeting at hand.
Disappointment was evident all over Dmitri’s face when he looked back to see you gone. He had never heard a voice so angelic before, and that was a lot coming from someone who could mimic anyone. From your soft voice, to your sweet smile to the shy look in your eyes as you had held his gaze. His brother, Sergei, seemed to almost smell his disappointment as he sat back down after seeing their new business partner off.
“She’s at the bar.” That was all Dmitri needed to jump up from his seat and move towards said bar.
[Name] sat at the bar, taking small sips of her drink as she looked out the window. Snow was falling slowly on the already white streets of London. Louis, her fathers friend, had just handed her the envelope with her money and the tips customers had left her. It would always be insane to her how people left her tips, left her anything at all, just because they loved her singing so much. She was honoured and always made sure to thank the people would she see them again, most she did, seeing they were regulars.
She looked over to where that gentleman had sat before, seeing him nowhere in sight as she took another sip of her drink. The sweetness of it had her close her eyes as she savoured the drink.
“Excuse me, miss.” A voice besides her spoke up as she opened her eyes, smiling when she saw the handsome man before her. “Hi, I’m Dmitri Kravinoff.” he returned her smile as he held out his hand.
“[Name]. What can I help you with, mister Kravinoff?” he took her hand and to her surprise he didn’t shake it, no, he brought it up to his mouth and gently kissed her knuckles.
Dmitri his mind went a hundred miles an hour as he heard her say his name, smiling at him politely as she set down her drink on the bar. She was an angel sent down from heaven, he swore.
“I had a question, if you have the time.” he smiled as he shook his head, trying to get back to reality. She was even more beautiful up close, her voice even purer without the microphone.
He swore he could feel his knees get weak when he heard her giggle, such a beautiful and honest sound. Never before had he felt this feeling that he was feeling right now. It spread all across his body, from the tips of his ears to the tip of his dick as he felt his pants tighten.
“You have my full attention, mister Kravinoff.” she smiled at him, turning her body to face him as he smiled a toothy smile.
“You have an amazing voice, unlike anything I have ever heard before. I, um, I run a club, and I was wondering if you’d like to perform. I’d- the people would love you. Of course you’d be well compensated.” he was rambling as he looked her in the eye, hoping she’d accept his offer.
She tilted her head with a small frown before it turned into a smile, as if to think about it. Dmitri was staring at her with no shame as he watched her every move, never had he thought love at first sight was a real thing, until he laid eyes on this woman, [Name].
“Alright, what price are we talking?” she said, grinning at him as she caught him staring. She watched him stumble over his words as an assortment of random words fell out of his mouth. “I’m kidding, mister Kravinoff, for someone like you I’d do it for free.”
Dmitri stared at her with his eyes wide and mouth agape before the corners of his lips twisted upwards. He smiled so brightly his cheeks hurt as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card. She took it from him and quickly took in the words.
Chameleon and the Hunter.
She swallowed. That was the most well known, most difficult to get into club in possibly all of Europe. She didn’t know the boss was such a young man.
He watched her reaction as she read the card. He watched her bite her lip as she swallowed before looking back up to meet his eyes and smiling.
“It would be an honor to perform at your club, mister Kravinoff.”
He grabbed her free hand again, bringing it up to his mouth and kissing it again. A sign of respect, a thank you, a promise.
She’d call him tomorrow, she said and he nodded before bidding her farewell and returning to the table he was at before, this time with a slight jump in his step as his brother grinned at him, having seen the entire interaction.
It was two weeks later when the day finally rolled around. [Name] entered the club and was immediately met with the man she saw at the table with Dmitri two weeks prior.
“Sergei Kravinoff.” he introduced himself as he shook her hand. He was one unit of a man and he towered over her as she nodded and followed him to the stage. She’d have given Dmitri a list of songs a week prior once they had set a date. “The stage is yours whenever you’re ready.” Sergei said as the pianist came up to her with a smile. She quickly discussed what to start with, having a small conversation as she took off her coat before rushing to the restroom to make sure she appeared well and not like she just came out of the snowstorm outside.
Thankfully it wasn't too bad and before she knew it she was up on the stage of the club. It was busy and her eyes scanned the crowd, looking for the handsome face she couldn’t wait to see again. It was filled with rich looking people, sipping their drinks and wearing clothes that cost more than her rent.
“I’m heavy. I’m by your side. Forget me. ‘Cause I know what I need. Like a loser like me could be fine.”
As she started singing, she noticed a few people turn their heads, smiling as her voice reached their ears.
“Is someone telling me don’t get in the water? What have I done? I don’t wanna get lost inside the color under my tongue.”
Her gaze continued to sweep over the many faces, some looking back at her, some swaying their heads to the beat of the music, some completely endorsed in conversation, too busy to hear her sing. Still no sign of Dmitri. Maybe he wasn’t even here, but she wasn’t about to let his absence ruin this magnificent chance at performing at this establishment.
“Cause I don’t wanna be in love with another, even in another life.”
As she continued to sing, she captured the eyes and ears of more and more people. Receiving the occasional cheer as she finished song after song. It had been nearly an hour since she got up on stage, and once a gentleman put up his hat in front of the stage and tossing money in it, it didn’t stop. Men and women threw in more and more bills and coins worth more than she would make in a week. She smiled brightly everytime someone new came up to the stage, she felt like she was dreaming.
Eventually she stopped, taking a break and resting her voice as the pianist took over again. He smiled at her as she made her way down the bar.
The bartender offered her a smile to match her own as he complimented her singing before taking her order.
“My brother sure has an eye for talent, you are magnificent.” Sergei Kravinoff stood beside her as she quietly sipped at her drink, feeling the welcome cold drink drip down her throat.
“Thank you, mister Kravinoff. It is truly an honor and a dream come true to perform on your stage.” [Name] stated as she cracked her neck to look at the older man. She’d have to guess him in his late twenties, incredibly handsome, immensely tall too. “Speaking of your brother, I haven’t seen him tonight.”
Sergei laughed softly as he dipped his head. “Ah, Dima had some business to take care of, had him on the phone a minute ago so he should be here in about ten minutes or so. He has been looking forward to seeing you up on that stage.”
“I’ll be your baby. There’s nothing better I’d rather do.”
Those were the first Dmitri heard when he entered his club. His eyes darted to the stage where you stood, eyes closed as you sang, hips slowly swaying with the music as you were concentrating on the words coming out of your mouth.
The dark red dress that adored your figure made you look beautiful as the warm lights shone down on you.
“This momentary ride, this fire by my side. Are you gonna be here with me? You know that I’ll be your baby.”
Dmitri ignored the stare of his brother as he moved to take a seat at the bar, never taking his eyes off you. He noticed the hat that sat in front of the stage, nearly spilling over with cash and he smiled. Well deserved, he thought.
“There’s nothing better I’d rather do. I’m lost completely.”
Your eyes opened and he watched as you searched the crowds eagerly. It took you a second but when your beautiful eyes met his own, a smile brighter than any he’d seen on you before spread over your face.
“I might as well be over the moon.”
A smile danced on his own features as you once again held his gaze like that one night. Seeing you here, in his club, smiling brightly and having the crowd, including himself, wrapped around your finger, Dmitri couldn’t help but fall in love with you more.
He knew his brother would call him silly, he barely knew you, if he knew anything about you at all besides your name that was. But gods, you looked like an angel, so beautiful and so at home on that stage. It made Dmitri lose his mind a little. A woman so beautiful, so talented, who’d accepted his offer without hesitation and question, before even knowing exactly who he was.
“For someone like you, I’d do it for free.” Those words had followed him for the last two weeks, along with the way his name fell off your lips. Someone like him, whatever you had meant with that.
Not for a second did he take his gaze off you. He remained fixated on you, a look in his eyes that even his brother had never seen before. You really had him wrapped around your finger, and he loved it. Dmitri couldn’t get enough of you, and when you finished your final song of the night, he stood up and clapped loudly, the crowd following suit as you smiled brightly, bowing a little before making your way down the stage.
Dmitri was in front of you before you realized, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles as he looked you in the eyes.
“Thank you, mister Kravinoff.” you said as you took him in from up close. The top buttons of his black dress shirt unbuttoned, the black suit jacket also unbuttoned and his hair slightly messy by the rough weather conditions outside. He looked so incredibly handsome it actually had you at a loss for words as you let him guide you towards the bar.
“It’s an honor to have you here, I should be thanking you, [Name].” he smiled as he gestured towards the bartender. “I am truly so happy you could make it.”
He looked like a little boy who just met his favorite superhero in a theme park as he looked at you.
You shook your head. You’d had many men and women in awe of your singing in the last few years, many offering you compliments, some giving you chances that you could only dream of but Dmitri? Dmitri was different. He was more than in awe, he was enthralled by you, he looked at you with such adoration that made your heart melt. Along with that he was a very handsome man, it was undeniable, it was a fact.
“I thank you for having me.” you said as you grabbed your drink, he did the same and he looked at you again.
“A toast, to you, and your magnificence.”
You giggled as you toasted with him, he was special, he had something that had you longing for more and so the start of a very long night began.
The two of you talked until deep in the night, about anything that came to mind, from schooldays to everyday life, from favorite foods to biggest fears. Eventually the club ran dry and you stood up from your chair, the clock had struck past three and it would be about time you headed home.
“I should get home, it’s late and I kind of have work tomorrow.” you smiled at Dmitri as he also stood up, helping you put on her coat with a boyish grin on his face.
He nodded at you, it was late indeed, and time seemed to have flown by. He watched you as you zipped up your coat, pulling your hair out of the back before throwing on your scarf. You looked adorable.
“Let me take you home, I wouldn’t want you wandering London at this time of the night and in this weather. I’d blame myself if something were to happen to you.” Dmitri offered, his driver had been waiting outside all this time for him, and the last thing he wanted was for you to walk through the snowstorm outside and get sick, or worse. London wasn’t safe at night.
“I wouldn’t want to inconvenience you. It’s only a twenty minute walk home, it’s fine, mister Kravinoff.” you began to decline his offer, genuinely not wanting to be a burden to the man.
You’d found out he turned twenty-six not too long ago, twenty-six and already having succeeded so much in life. You admired that, envied it even. You were right to assume that his brother, Sergei, was three years older than him, and the co-owner of the establishment. Somehow you also discovered he was oddly good at doing impressions, it was almost scary how spot on they were and it brought tears to your eyes from laughter as the two of you goofed around.
“Please, it wouldn’t be a bother. Count it as a thank you, for tonight.” you couldn’t explain the look in his eyes as anything other than hot as he awaited your reply.
Dmitri simply couldn’t get enough of you, the more the two of you talked the more enthralled he became. As you talked about your past and present, your dreams, everything that came out of your mouth made him want you more. He couldn’t give a damn about the people around him, for once he didn’t even seem to notice his brother's stares, he was so focused on you that everything else fell away.
Finally you nodded, agreeing and Dmitri’s excitement nearly shot through the sky as he told you to wait here for a minute before disappearing into a back door of the club. You’d expected him to come out with a jacket or something but nope, nothing seemed to be different as he came back out and wrapped an arm around your waist and guided you out into the cold winds. Once he sat down next to you in the car you turned to face him, he turned his head to look back at you and grinned.
“Didn’t know gentlemen still existed here in London.” you said, eyes falling over his figure with no shame, taking in what sat in front of you. From the gold chain peeking out from around his neck, to the way his hands laid idly in his lap as they fidgeted with his rings, to the way you noticed the bulge in his pants. You smirked and looked back up to meet his eyes.
“Rare sight to get a man to treat you well these days, huh?” one of his arms moved to rest on the back part of the chairs and you felt his fingers entangle in your hair, playfully testing the waters as he softly tugged on a lock of hair. Dmitri watched as your eyes closed, breath hitching in your throat as you let him pull your head backwards in the slightest.
“Yeah…” your words came out in a breath, more high pitched than you initially realized. You bit your lip when you looked at him again, eyes dropping down to his lips and lingering there before meeting his blue eyes again. You swallowed thickly as you felt his grip on your hair tighten.
Before you knew it you were straddling his lap and your lips were on his. His hands gripped your hips as he kissed you like a man who’d been starved. You felt the bulge in his pants grow more as you grinded your hips down on him, the only thing separating your core and his hard cock being the fabric of his pants and your panties, which you were sure were soaked in your juices already. You moaned into the kiss, your fingers lost in his hair as he pulled your hips closer.
“Gods,” He whispered as you leaned your forehead against his, pupils dilated, lips puffy as you gazed into his eyes. “You’re so beautiful,” he brushed a lock of your hair back behind your ear before slowly kissing along your jaw, down your neck, finding that sweet spot that had you moaning softly. Slowly more and more lovebites and marks made its way onto your skin.
Your head was reeling by the time the car stopped in front of your apartment. Quickly looking out of the window before letting your eyes search Dmitri’s, you gave him a look, as if to ask him if he wanted to continue this. He caught on and brought his lips back to yours while he threw your coat back around your shoulders before opening the car door.
You fiddled with your keys, unable to stop them from shaking due to the cold and anticipation of what was about to happen. Dmitri’s hand closed around yours as he helped you unlock the door before the two of you rushed in, not sparing a moment before you were all over each other again. Your coat fell onto the floor of the hall and your heels and his shoes were discarded on the way as you made your way to your bedroom.
Before you could enter the room however, Dmitri had you pinned up against the door, hands groping at your breasts as he buried his face in your neck. “You sure you want to do this?” he mumbled, placing soft kisses on your warm skin.
“Wouldn’t have invited you in if I didn’t want this.” you moaned softly as he sucked on your skin, his hands moving to your back to find the zipper of your dress. Your hands were reaching for anything you could find, his chest, biceps, eventually ending back up in his curls.
“That’s my girl,” he said as you opened the bedroom door, stumbling in and taking him towards the bed. He finally managed to get your dress off and he watched in awe as it fell to the ground, smiling like crazy as he took in your body. Time seemed to slow down as you manoeuvred your hands into his suit jacket and took it off his shoulders, followed by your hands eagerly messing with the buttons of his dress shirt.
Once you had him shirtless you turned the both of you around as you pushed him down on the bed carefully, smirking at the surprise on his face by you taking the lead. He propped himself up on his elbows as he watched you unbuckle his belt, fidgeting with the button of his pants and his zipper before looking into his eyes as you took off his pants and boxers in one go. His eyes were hungry as he watched you lick your lips, eyeing his rock hard cock in front of you.
You gave him a devilish smile as you wrapped one of your hands around his length, slowly stroking him, watching as he already threw his head back at the feeling. He had dreamt of this ever since he first saw you, you had plagued his dreams and his waking life, you had him thinking of the filthiest things imaginable on the work floor but nothing he had imagined compared to the real thing.
Low whimpers changed to moans as you started sucking on his tip. Dmitri swore that he was in heaven when he felt your lips around his cock, all the while still stroking him with your hand. Almost out of reflex he brought his hand to your head, grabbing a fist full of your hair as your head bopped down on his length, tasting his precum on your tongue. You moaned at the feeling of him slightly pushing your mouth back onto his cock while he cursed under his breath. If your mouth alone already felt this heavenly, Dmitri couldn’t even begin to imagine how your cunt would feel.
“F-fuck,” Dmitri cursed as he watched you take his cock into your mouth, down to his base. You were a sight to look at, holding eye contact with him as you sucked his dick. The closer he got, the less control he had over his body, eventually his hips buckled, bringing tears to your eyes as your gag reflex was tested. “Jesus.” Dmitri was so lost in it, and seeing you there, tears mixed with your eye makeup dripping down your cheeks, it did things to him.
“Baby, f-fuck, I’m gonna-” Dmitri’s sentence was cut short as you suddenly pulled off, drool dripping down your chin, saliva strands hanging between you and his still very hard cock as you grinned at him. “You wanna kill me, pretty girl?” The giggle you let out had his dick twitching as he pulled you up on the bed between his legs, hands moving to undo your bra as you leaned your head against his shoulder, looking at him with those eyes that drove him absolutely crazy.
“Dmitri!” you gasped as he quite literally ripped off your panties, throwing them to the side before his fingers found their way to your clit. You didn’t have much time to protest more because before you knew it he had you moaning on his fingers. His head dipped back down to the crook of your neck, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as his fingers absolutely destroyed your cunt.
“Say that again, pretty, say my name.” It drove him crazy. The way his name fell off your lips might be his new favorite sound. His thumb came up to draw circles on your clit and you moaned loudly. “Thaaat’s it, sing for me, baby.” he spoke in such a tone that had you clenching your walls around his fingers, he grinned at the feeling, picking up his pace as he watched your face, scrunched up in pleasure as you made the prettiest sounds for him.
“So wet for me, doing so good for me, baby, such a good girl.” you moaned at his words, throwing your head back against his shoulder as you felt your orgasm approaching.
“Dmi- Dmitri I’m- Please,” you gasped, not being able to think straight and form coherent sentences.
“I know, pretty girl. You wanna cum?” You nodded at his words, he had you at his mercy completely. “Go on then, let go for me.”
That was all you needed to hear as your orgasm washed over you, Dmitri’s pace never slowing down as he rode you through your orgasm. His fingers reached places that had your toes curling in pleasure as he curled them up in your velvety walls.
“Dmitri, god-” you hiccuped as he continued to finger your cunt, the overstimulation was building up as you gripped his wrist, trying to get him to slow down. You heard him laugh slowly before retracting his hand. “N-not nice.” you leaned your head against his shoulder, watching his face as he brought his hand up to his face and licking his fingers clean off your juices.
God that’s hot.
You turned around, bringing your lips back to his, moaning softly as you tasted yourself on his lips.
“I need you, Dmitri.” You said, your kisses going down to his jaw, gently sucking and biting here and there as you went, feeling him grip at your hips, moving you to lay down.
Your head rested on your pillows as you watched him settle between your legs, smiling when he leaned over to press a kiss to your lips.
“You ready, baby?” his voice was low, and soft and he was oh so gentle as he guided his dick towards your clit. You heard him sigh in contentment once he bottomed out inside of you, and your fingers moved to intertwine into his hair.
You moaned when you felt him move slightly. “Please, please, please, Dima please.” you buried your face in his neck, feeling a soft laugh run through him.
“Begging already, are we pretty girl?” you nodded shamelessly. Your previous orgasm had you sensitive yet you couldn’t help but want more. Want him. “Whatever you wish.” he said with a kiss to the side of your head.
You moaned loudly as you felt him pull out and immediately thrust back in, setting a comfortable pace as he placed soft kisses on your shoulder while you scratched up his with your nails.
Dmitri was engulfed by it all, he was surrounded by you fully. Your moans, whimpers, your still slightly teary eyes, the look you gave him before kissing him with such passion he didn’t know was possible.
“You feel so good, baby. So so good.” he muttered against your lips as he pulled back from the kiss. He felt you slightly nod, looking at him with adoration when his hand groped at your breast again. It was so overwhelming, it was so good.
His hands slowly moved lower, and lower, reaching between the two of you to draw circles on your clit, watching how your eyes immediately rolled back in pleasure as your back arched.
“Dima, oh. You,” There wasn’t a single right word coming out of your mouth as you looked at the smiling man above you. “So handsome.” you managed between heavy breaths, looking how his smile somehow got even brighter as you reached up and held his face with one of your hands, adoring him.
You felt him picking up the pace as he lifted one of your legs up over his shoulder, your hand falling back on the duvet cover, which you gripped tightly. He reached so much deeper inside of you now. Dmitri felt it too, how your walls clenched around him and how you pressed your eyes closed in pleasure. A string of words came out of you, and neither of you could tell you what you said. The only clear thing being his name.
He reached places inside of you that you were sure of no one had ever touched before.
“Dima. I- Close-” your words were cut short as his fingers came back to your clit, rubbing circles as he groaned.
“I know, baby, me too.” he breathed out, his face scrunched up in pleasure. “Are you on anything?”
You nodded, “Y-yeah, pill. Ah. Please, Dima. Please.”
He nodded, looking you in the eye and giving you a small smile.
“Gonna cum, pretty girl?” he watched you nod, “C’mon then, let go for me.”
That was all you needed to hear before your eyes rolled back in ecstasy, moaning out his name as you did. You felt him put your leg down as he leaned over, gently kissing you as he chased his own high.
“Dima, oh god, Dima, please inside,”
You definitely knew how to kill him, Dmitri thought, those two words drove him crazy.
“Thank you- Fuck fuck fuck, [Name]” he cursed before you heard him moan and letting his head fall on your shoulder. “Gods, my, so good.” You moaned softly as you felt him fill you up, painting your walls white.
He softly lowered himself on top of you, catching his breath as he rested for a second.
“That was…”
“Perfect.” You finished for him before he could say something else and you felt him nod against your chest, his soft curls tickling your chin. One of your hands moved to them, gently swiping some of the curls away from his sweaty forehead.
You didn’t mean to fall asleep right there and then, but you did and Dmitri noticed as soon as your fingers stilled in his hair, so he looked up to you, only to see your eyes closed and lips slightly parted, indicating your sleeping state.
Slowly but surely he pulled out of you, slightly aweing at the way his seed dripped out of your pussy before looking around the room. He spotted the bathroom and walked over as quietly as he could to not wake you. He came back with a glass of water and a towel to clean you up.
You looked so soft, so adorable as you slept, and Dmitri couldn’t help himself to gently kiss your forehead as he pulled the blanket over you.
“Mmh…?” you stirred from your sleep and your eyes met Dmitri’s blue ones once again. “Come, please.” You murmured as you opened your arms, welcoming him back.
Dmitri smiled as he got under the blanket with you. wrapping his arms around you and gently caressing your back as you cuddled up to him.
“Dmitri?” you questioned, cracking your neck to look at him. You heard him hum in reply, “I think I might start to like you a lot.”
He laughed, smiling at you and your complete honesty. “Oh, baby.” he brought his lips down to yours before speaking softly “I know I loved you ever since you got up on that stage in The Ledbury.”
You giggled and buried your face back into his chest, feeling it vibrate with laughter before his adorable laugh echoed through the room.
summary: where both emperors want to marry you, and they will
a/n: english isn't my first language
cw: none
word count: 1.1k
It was a calm sunny morning, there wasn't a cloud in sight in the sky and the birds were singing and flying back and forth over the trees of the villa. A young girl was sitting on a bench, quietly embroidering when her mother's voice at the other end of the inner courtyard caught her attention, causing her to look away from her handiwork and crane her neck to turn in her direction.
She was far enough away that she couldn't quite hear what she was saying, but she knew she wasn't talking to herself — beside her and looking in her direction were two men, one taller than the other but both with red hair. And although she hadn't (yet) had the (bad) luck to see them many times, she would recognise them everywhere. How could she not? Her eyes widened like plates and she turned almost without thinking, craning her neck again but pinning her gaze to the ground, processing the moment. Still staring at the ground she could feel their eyes on her, and for a second she froze. It didn't take much intelligence to know what they were doing there — she was one of the most powerful women in all of Rome and therefore desired by many suitors behind her, but she never thought she would attract the attention of the emperors.
She remembered what the streets had been saying about them lately: that they were moving heaven and earth to change the marriage law and marry both of them to the same woman. She remembered talking about the juicy gossip days before with her best friend, and joking that it was bad enough to have one husband you didn't love without having two, and more so if it was those two in particular. Were the gods mocking her for having mocked the poor wretch who had supposedly been the "lucky" one to have the favour of both of them days before? She knew they were out to get her and she also knew that, whether she liked it or not, she had to be obedient and polite, so she left her embroidery on the bench and crossed the courtyard to them, praying that the change in the law was only a rumour and that if she really had to marry it would only be to just one of the two.
"Emperors, it is a pleasure to see you again," she said kneeling subtly on her knees with a sweet but false smile on her lips. "Remember me?" She asked looking at both of them.
"How could we not?" asked Emperor Geta.
"The pleasure is all ours," said Emperor Caracalla, scanning her up and down with his typical playful, almost wicked look and smile. Emperor Geta simply grabbed one of her hands to kiss it, and the other was quick to do the same at the same time with the missing hand, creating a scene that would be comical were it not for the fact that she was co-starring with them in particular.
"To what do we owe this pleasant surprise?" She asked everyone present when they had finished greeting her, wanting to confirm her suspicions as soon as possible.
"We have come to make a proposal of marriage," reported Emperor Geta smiling in the same manner as his brother but more covertly.
Neither wanted to marry the young woman for love, for they hardly knew her nor to benefit from her brilliance, for they shone even brighter, but they wanted to do it so that no one else would. If she married an important senator with her nobility and blood, her new husband was likely to threaten their position. They simply wanted to prevent others from marrying her, but they had to share her benefits to be on the same level as each other and unfortunately they could not divide her in two for each of them, so they abused their power to change the law so that they could both marry her.
"Me?" she asked nervously.
"Who else?" asked Caracalla.
"My mother here is still well preserved in spite of her age, as you can see," she said pointing to her, making her blush and making all present laugh. "And may I know who my future husband will be?"
"Both," replied Emperor Geta.
"Both of you?" She looked at the two of them, surprised at the confirmation of the rumours and her earlier suspicions, and even more nervous and unable to stop herself from feigning a smile. She knew that if she married one she could not avoid being close to the other, but to be married to both at the same time was too much, and seemingly impossible. "Is that even possible?"
"Now it is," the taller one replied.
She was so surprised, nervous and confused that she couldn't think straight or formulate words, so not wanting it to ruin the moment and change the emperors' minds about the marriage proposal, her mother decided to intervene.
"My daughter is so happy that it's hard for her to speak."
"That's normal," said Caracalla.
"It's not every day that one is lucky enough to marry two emperors," said Geta looking smiling at his future wife, and as she felt his gaze on her, she couldn't help but stop dissociating and return his gaze.
Both made her nervous, but for different reasons; she felt that Geta saw right through her no matter how well she acted, and that Caracalla wasn't in his right mind. Not wanting to spend another second with them considering she would soon be living with them under the same roof, she decided to open her mouth to say:
"If you'll excuse me I'll leave, I'm so happy I'm feeling a bit unwell" and she wasn't partly lying, she did feel unwell and needed to leave.
After that everyone around her tried to cheer her up, saying that she was a lucky woman, that she would have more power and that she would go down in history as the first empress to marry two emperors at the same time, but that mattered little to her. The only thing that cheered her up was the idea that she would be left alone after becoming pregnant and having to rest so that the baby in her womb could be formed and born healthy, but then the question arose — who would be the father? As much as they wanted to share her, they couldn't both get her pregnant at the same time, and the first-born would rule the empire in the future. A part of her was looking forward to the wedding night to stop suffering from the nerves that ruled her body and mind even though she didn't want to live that moment.
a/n: And then on the wedding night they blindfold you and don't know who fucks you. The end. I wish I could write the smut but I can't and I swear I really really really tried but my personal life has been a mess lately.
