#he would apply eyeliner just to make it look more dramatic when he cries

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Johnny smut#4

Hello lovely anon. Thank you so much for this request, again, i’m sorry for the long wait but i didn’t want to write this when i didn’t have much motivation and then have it turn out any less than perfect. I hope it’s worth the wait for you and that you enjoy it.

Also a lil A/N for everyone: To everyone who has requested, i’m gonna get back on it and try and get at least 2 or 3 out per week if possible. I lost motivation for a hot minute but i’m back. I love you all so much. Also, part 7 to only love can hurt like this will be up sometime in the next week or so. I’m still working on it but i already can’t wait for you all to read.

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Pairing: Johnny Storm x Fem!Reader

Prompt #4: “You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught”

Warning: Smut, explicit content, sexual intercourse, hair pulling, choking, mouth covering and swearing. 18+

Word Count: 5,160

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Best Friends Brother

As your eyes glance around the beautiful garden filled with white chairs either side of the aisle with flower arrangements all the way to the alter. You can’t help but feel utterly enchanted by the scene, it’s stunning. However, you’re in the wrong place right now, Sue specifically asked you to meet her out back to help her get ready but as soon as you turnaround to head there, you bump into Johnny of all people.

To put it simply, Johnny isn’t exactly your favourite person and you’re not his either. Well, that’s a lie. When around others you don’t get along, you don’t hate each other you just don’t really have much to say since he’s always so cocky and you’re his older sisters best friend. But behind closed doors, the sexual chemistry is off the charts and you’ve spent too many nights tangled up in his sheets to count on two hands.

No one knows about your late night rendezvous though, especially Sue. And she can never find out. It would hurt her. You’re her best friend and Johnny is her little brother. So it’s a secret and it will always remain one.

“Wow” his lips curl up into a genuine smile as his eyes take in your figure in the floor length  dark purple bridesmaid dress you have on “you look, great” he says as he tugs on his bottom lip with his teeth, clearly unable to stop those dirty thoughts running wild in his head.

“Just great?” you ask, brow raising slightly before you chuckle and move to walk past him but he grabs your arm just in time to stop you from going anywhere “not just great, but gorgeous. In fact if this wasn’t my sisters wedding then i’d say you were the best looking one here” he turns his head in your direction, his dreamy blue eyes meeting yours, both filled with lust and need. But you can’t do this here. Today is Sue and Reed’s day.

“Johnny” you whisper lazily, the feel of his skin on yours makes you shiver with desire for him to fill you up, kiss you and make you cum around his cock multiple times but that will have to wait. You really need to snap out of this. So you do, you blink and look back up at him before slowly pulling away from “Sue needs me now, i have to go” and just like that he’s behind you, watching as you walk away. Mostly just to watch the way your ass moves in that dress. You can’t say you blame him though, your ass does look good.

The second you step foot indoors you hear Sue moaning about anything and everything to who sounds like Alicia.

“Your saviour is here” you announce and Sue turns around, beaming at you and you can’t help but stare at her. She looks absolutely breathtaking and her dress is the most beautiful you’ve ever seen. She looks just like a princess.  Alicia then leaves to go and check on Ben, leaving you two to it.

“Sue, you look amazing” tears brim in your eyes, drowning out your vision, she spots it immediately, rushing to hand you a tissue “don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. You’ll ruin your makeup”

You take it from her, dabbing underneath your eyes before taking the eyeliner from her to re do what couldn’t be saved in time “i can’t believe you’re finally getting your big day” you finish zipping up her dress before helping her out with her veil.

“Well i’ve waited long enough” she laughs as you finish up and you turn her round so she can look at herself in the mirror.

“Now, i just need to finish my make-up. Help a girl out?”

You don’t even bother to respond, instead you start helping, picking up her bag of products. Her foundation is done so it’s just her eye makeup and lipstick that’s left to do. You go with a nice subtle smokey eye with a little silver glitter on top. Then to finish it off you apply some nude lip gloss to her lips before leaving her to do her own mascara, you would hate to mess it up after all.

“Oh i forgot to check with you, is Johnny outside?”

Even the mention of his name has an obvious effect on your body and it’s something you’ve never been able to control but instead of letting it show, you put your poker face on, clearing your throat and mumbling a quick “yes” and thank god she doesn’t catch on or say anything. You must have hid it well.

“Right, ladies the guests are arriving now and Reed is helping them all to their seats so are you ready?” Johnny pokes his head into the room and Sue nods, letting out a deep breath.

He glances at you before Sue walks over to him to make their way to the other room in which she’s going to be leaving out of to walk down the aisle, leaving you standing there sighing.

Guess it’s time for you to take your own place too. You follow closely behind them and then you and Alicia wait for your queue to go, she goes first, then you. Flowers in hand, smiling around at all of the guests, every one of them dressed up in bright colours, wedding hats galore. And as you take your place next to Alicia at the side of the alter, you watch your best friend walk down the aisle with pride. She means the world to you and if there’s one person who’s the most deserving of happiness, it’s her.

Reed wipes away tears as she stands next to him and you feel your heart melting, more tears forming. Johnny watches you from across the way, wiping your own tears of joy before his focus shifts to the vows.

Sometimes he gets urges to ask you out on a date but as quickly as those urges form, they fade. There’s not a chance in hell of you saying yes to him and he knows it. He’s just a hookup and he’s no stranger to half platonic relationships. He’s never particularly been one for commitment anyway but something about you changes his mind. Since you’ve been Sue’s best friend for god knows how long now, he’s watched many guys come and go in and out of your life. He’s watched and even listened to the many times Sue has held you whilst you cried and to tell the truth, he’s never been able to fathom why anyone would ever want to hurt you. Why anyone would ever cheat or leave you. He always had the biggest crush on you and it’s never left. 

Hence why one day he made a move, giving you his best cheesy pick up line at a party Sue threw one weekend. But you ignored him, it was only 2 hours into the party and you weren’t drunk enough to be taking him seriously. However, multiple drinks and shots later, he tried his luck again, and he hit the jackpot. You took him up on his offer. Whilst Sue was in the other room trying to clean up after her guests, you were in Johnny’s room, stripping off in-between heated open mouthed kisses.

It’s pretty obvious where that lead and the next day, you were so mad at yourself for letting it get that far. You cursed alcohol and your stupid brain as you quickly re dressed, repulsed at yourself and your actions. That’s when Johnny shot up, trying his best to make you stay, shutting the door as you tried to open it and standing in the way. You made eye contact with the player and he kissed you. You can’t recall anything else other than feeling captivated by him. His lips moved in sync with yours like they were always made to touch and you couldn’t control the way your body yearned for more.

And the rest is history. Since then you’ve been late night texting and meeting up whenever you could to hook up. Johnny eventually got his own apartment too which only lead to more often than not, the pair of you fucking like rabbits.

It hasn’t just been hookups though, as much as you’d love to lie and pretend that it doesn’t mean a thing, it does. You like Johnny, of course you do. He’s actually the only guy that’s ever been able to make you cum. The only guy who isn’t completely selfish in bed. He makes it all about you, every dam time and you feel torn when it comes to him. A huge part of you knows the two of you feel something deeper and more than just sex. You feel something more intimate. It’s definitely not love but it could be, one day.

Before you know it, you’re ripped from your Johnny themed thoughts as everyone starts cheering and clapping. You join in, watching Reed kiss Sue passionately before the two of them walk back up the aisle. You, Alicia, Johnny and Ben all follow behind with the guests joining in.

The reception is just inside and as soon as you all enter, the music begins. The real old school music. You’re The One That I Want from Grease. The DJ really has a way of luring everyone onto the dance floor right away. Usually at weddings, everyone sits down drinking and chilling before the buffet food comes out but not this wedding.

Sue grabs your hand and the two of you re enact the classic Sandy and Danny scene, overly dramatic though of course and unbeknownst to you, Johnny is watching your every move, unable to stop himself grinning like a cheshire cat. It’s very clear you’re having the time of your life and all he wants is to be able to dance with you.

Once the song is over, you walk around the room to look for the table that you’re going to be sitting at until you hear “over here” and you know that voice anywhere. You turn around to find Johnny sat down, a large glass of wine next to his beer. He ordered for you? Why?

“You’re next to me, hope that’s okay” he stands up, helping you into your chair and tucking it in for you before taking his seat again and sliding the glass of wine to you.

“White wine is still your favourite, right?” nerves fill his voice as he keeps his eyes locked on you “yes, it is. You remembered. Thank you” you waste no time in taking a big gulp of it, you can practically feel yourself getting aroused just by sitting next to the man and to think you’re going to have to deal with it the whole day is torture.

You press your thighs together, trying your hardest to stop whatever is happening in its tracks.

“You not going to dance some more?” he asks, sitting back in his chair, one arm draped round the back of yours “maybe in a minute, i’m still recovering from the first one” you giggle nervously, scared of being seen with him. Sure, you were put with him by Sue herself but what if your farce comes apart now, after all, he is being nice to you and the resting bitch face is missing instead a happy expression has taken its place.

Maybe no one will notice since it’s Sue’s big day, that could be the excuse you use if anyone says anything but then again, why should you care to make excuses? If you enjoy his company that shouldn’t be an issue. Maybe Sue won’t care. She’s always wanted Johnny to settle down with someone nice and you’re nice, right? She’s also wanted you to find someone too. But her best friend and brother getting together probably isn’t what she had in mind.

The song Crazy In Love by Beyonce comes on and Sue practically summons you to the dance floor, so you down the rest of your wine before you rush over to join her. Skipping the regular moves, you and Sue both start dancing like it’s just the two of you. No move off limits as you both grind your hips in circles, shaking your asses and laughing your heads off. She is the only person in this world that can make you laugh like that and you feel incredibly lucky to have her and to be here for her big day.

As your moves get more risqué you catch Johnny adjusting his cock in his dress trousers before drinking more of his beer.

The tension is building within you and you’ve never had to fight temptation so much in the whole year that you two have been doing this. You’re usually very good at waiting and making him wait for it but right now, it’s too hard. The next song that comes on is Check On It by Beyonce, again.

The more of the song that you dance to, you notice the lyrics surprisingly match your situation and a wave of confidence drenches you like rain.

If you got it flaunt it, boy I know you want it While I turn around you watch me check up on it Oh you watchin me shake it, I see it in ya face Ya can't take it, it's blazin’, you watch me in amazement

You continue to show off your best assets, making sure you tease and wind him up more before you make any kind of move which is what you usually do. Any time the two of you fool around, you make him wait and earn it, but it’s one of many reasons why he loves hooking up with you, you’re not easy, you know your worth and you’re 100% worth the wait.

The song finishes leaving yourself and Sue breathless almost. Reed stalks closer, handing his bride a drink and you head over to the bar to get another for yourself before sitting back down again. The buffet will be available soon and you’re desperate for something to eat. Peckish isn’t the word.

“Hello again” Johnny beams and you sip some more wine, a rather big sip yet again before you respond “hello. Are you gonna sit here the whole night?” you question with genuine curiosity, he only really danced a little when the Grease song was on but that’s about it and you aren’t oblivious to the other women checking him out.

“No i intend to dance i just need to be drunk enough for it first”

“I see, maybe then one of those lovely ladies will get a chance to dance with you” you say, observing one in particular who has been staring non stop.

“Please, i’d rather dance with you”

Your heart skips a beat and dare you say it, your vagina develops one. He’s such a sweet talker.

“You looked good out there, y’know” he motions towards the dance floor as if you didn’t already clock on to what he meant and you can’t deny the way your cheeks start to heat up as you thank him shyly.

That’s when he leans closer to your ear, his arm round the back of your chair again as he rasps “and that ass of yours in this dress, baby you got me so hard” his breath fans your neck as he returns to his normal sitting position but he doesn’t miss the way your breath hitches at the dirty comment. He knows all too well the effect he has on you and you know the effect you have on him.

In the past all it’s taken for him is for you to bite your lip and stare him down for him to get hard before. You’re his weakness.

Before you can even go to respond to him though, he clears his throat, tapping away on his phone as he stands up “anyway, if you’ll excuse me, nature calls” he slips his phone back into his pocket, walking away towards the toilets which just so happens to be right behind the DJ.

Your phone buzzes and you check to see a message from him ‘You coming?’ the text reads.

And that alone is enough for you to choke on your own saliva. You quickly sip your drink before standing up yourself and making your way over to the mens toilets. Thank God no one saw you.

“Johnny” you whisper yell until one of the cubicle doors opens, the bigger one at the end. He winks at you as he appears in the doorway and you strut over to him, allowing him to pull you in and lock the door. Your body is flush against his as he starts to kiss your collarbone first. If Johnny is anything it’s a man who loves to savour the moment. He hates quickies and loves to take his time with you.

You’re obviously not the first woman to fall victim to his touch but you’re the only one right now and you’re glad that he’s had experience, it’s clearly made him all the more sensational  in the bedroom.

“Oh” you throw your head back on a quiet moan, hoping not to be too loud despite music blasting outside making it impossible for anyone to hear you.

“Every time you dance, you drive me crazy. Shaking that perfect ass of yours in this dress, making me want you so bad” his lips hover over your sweet spot, his breath fanning it just like it did before.

You wrap your arms loosely round his neck as your back arches and his lips attack your neck like a man possessed, everything about this moment should feel wrong and yet it feels so right. The thought crosses your mind that everyone is out there dancing and most likely eating now all while Johnny is playing with your dress, lifting it up to reveal the new panties that you brought for today. Purple lace to match your dress.

“Oh baby” he groans, tugging on his bottom lip at the sight as his fingers wonder down and slip inside. His cold palm cups your sex making you shiver in surprise before he makes you forget all about it by spinning you around so that you’re pressed against the wall. Caged in by his muscular body as he towers over you.

He presses a chaste kiss to the back of your neck and heat starts to rise to your cheeks, you can’t contain the flustered feeling that fills you. He’s always had a way of being so dominant and stealing all control from you in an instant, since you’re so used to the roles being reversed in your life, he was more than into changing that. And to tell the truth, it’s one of the many reasons that you keep coming back. He pushes you out of your comfort zone in more ways than one.

His fingers play with the flimsy material of your new panties, grazing over your clit multiple times until you’re poking your ass out into his hand. “Someones keen, huh?” his low, raspy and taunting chuckle fills your ear sending shivers up and down your spine and causing goosebumps to form all over your hungry body.

“Please, Johnny” you beg pathetically, once again pushing back against his hand in hopes that he’ll get a move on and touch your properly. Which of course he does. You know he can never resist your charm. All the more reason why he’s slipping your panties to the side now so that his fingers can circle your arousal covered hole, almost dipping into your honey pot but holding back.

“Beg for it” he growls, taking your right earlobe between his teeth and biting down lightly “beg like the good girl i know you are” he continues and you gasp before breathing out a quick plea “p-please touch me Johnny, i need it” as your hands find purchase on the wall.

The feel of his knee spreading your legs apart gets you all the more excited for what’s the come and that’s when he gives you all that you’ve been craving, slipping two thick digits inside of you, coating them in your juices as they hit that spongy spot. He’s never had much trouble when it comes to finding your weak spots, he knows your body inside and out at this point and there’s not a time where you don’t cum when you’re with him.

“That good baby? My fingers getting that little cunt ready for my cock”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head in reaction to the pure filth leaving his not so innocent mouth and just as you go to let out a near enough pornographic style moan, throwing your head back too, the restroom door opens making you stop yourself. Footsteps make their way to one of the cubicles that just so happens to be next to the one your in.

Johnny then takes it upon himself to pull his drenched fingers out of you, reaching his hand in front of your face and shoving them into your mouth for you to suck on, using his free hand to undo his belt and now you know that you’re done for. You know exactly what he’s about to do. His cock rests at your entrance, staying there for a second before he slides in. Your walls welcome him in the best way, wrapping around his cock as he splits you open, stretching you beautifully yet again just like he does every time. The all too familiar feeling consumes you.

“You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught” he mutters in hushed tones, switching it up so that his hand is fully covering your mouth, suffocating you as he drags his cock along your warm velvety walls deliciously. Obviously you don’t want to get caught but right now the anticipation of what could happen is enough to make you clamp down around him, earning a hiss.

A noise that obviously catches the attention of whomever is next door to your cubicle since the unsuspecting gentleman speaks up “are you okay in there, man?” shit. It’s Ben. You feel a wave of shame wash over you as Johnny picks his pace up slowly “yeah, everything's fine” he chirps, as if he has all the time in the world to converse when he’s buried balls deep inside of you.

“If you say so” Ben responds before flushing, washing his hands and then leaving the room. Now it’s just the two of you again. Johnny takes full advantage of the alone time by pushing you right up against the wall, your cheek squished against the tiles, his calloused hands splaying across your ass cheeks now and spreading them apart. Only so he can take a good look at the way he disappears into your tight chanel with ease.

“Doing so well baby, taking this cock like a fucking pro” he grunts, wrapping his hand around your neck and pulling your head back with the help of his other hand grabbing a fistful of your hair at the scalp but keeping your whole body pressed into the wall.

Sinful moans escape your mouth and at this point you’re way past the point of caring or trying to be quiet. Unless someone walks in then you’re going to let go and revel in the feel of him. The way his body traps you in makes your clit pulsate, you love being manhandled and you always have but only by him.

Anyone that takes even so much as a look at Johnny, they think ‘player’ and they’d be right but they’d also think he’d never be the type of man to be as filthy as he is in reality. Not only has he got a foul mouth on him but he’s kinky not to mention skilful in more areas than one. Dick and tongue game on point as well as those magical digits of his and the way they dance across your sex both delicately and brutally all at the same time.

You’re certainly not complaining though. 

“Fuck, Johnny” your back arches even more so than it was before as you shakily cry out his name with the kind of want that only he can spur on “what is it baby?”

“Don’t stop, i’m so close” you whimper desperately.

His pace is now rendering on animalistic as he fucks you into the wall with such vigor, wanting nothing more than to feel you come undone all over his cock, something he’ll never grow tired of.

“Come on then baby, give it to me” he eggs you on, keeping one hand wrapped around your neck still, tightening as the seconds tick by whilst his other hand smacks down on your exposed ass cheek, making it wobble a little which earns him a satisfied hum.

The two of you go crazy with you pushing back to meet his thrusts and him spanking your ass, both of you hungry for that release.

All of a sudden though the blaring music coming from outside stops. Making you panic. Johnny on the other hand is so close to reaching his peak and he knows you are too, so he doesn’t bother to stop.

But you hear the faint laughs of the wedding guests before what sounds like the DJ addressing everyone. Fuck. This better not be the speeches. You had one planned and so did Johnny.

He continues to fuck into you, grunting, growling and panting in your ear, driving you closer and closer to that edge. You can feel the coil twisting and turning in your stomach, on the verge of snapping at any second and you don’t think you’ll be able to hold back the noises when it happens.

“Gonna make you cream all over this cock baby and best believe i’ll be filling this sweet cunt up with my cum”

You rest your hand over his around your neck as your whole body starts to shake. You clench around his cock some more and just as you can taste the orgasm, the addition of his fingers pressing down on your clit push you off the edge and your head drops back onto his shoulder. The music starts up again, allowing you to really enjoy this. Your mouth hangs open whilst you scrunch your eyes closed, seeing stars as you fall into a pit of ecstasy. You can feel your legs shaking and threatening to give way but luckily for you Johnny moves his hands to your waist, wrapping around you so he can hold you up whilst he comes close to reaching his own end.

“Fuckkkkk, squeezing me so good baby”

You do it again for good measure and sure enough, he twitches inside of you, his hot cum painting your walls just like he said and a fucked out spent smile forms on your face making him laugh when he sees.

He rides the two of you through your highs before his thrusts come to a halt and he slowly pulls out. He then grabs some tissues, dropping to his knees and pressing yet another chaste kiss to your clit this time before cleaning you up. He can see that you’re struggling to stand so the second he’s done he rises to his feet, pulling you flush against him and then proceeding to push you up against the wall.

The two of you stare deep into each others eyes for a couple seconds, both of your chests rising and falling as you try to normalise your breathing. That was certainly an adventurous, dangerous and thrilling experience, one that you won’t be rushing to partake in again anytime soon. But it was amazing to say the least. The way he’s looking at you right now makes you want to throw caution to the wind and kiss him. So you do. You crash your lips to his, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck and as expected, he kisses back. His grip tightens on your hips, pulling you even closer if that’s even possible.

“What was that for?” he asks as you come up for air and you shrug, not even sure of what it was yourself. But all you know is you like him and this isn’t just some fling to you, some form of messing around until the two of you get bored. There is a genuine connection there, one that you can’t wait to explore some more.

“I don’t even know” you giggle, pecking his lips again.

Silence falls upon the two of you before he finally blurts out “go out with me” as if he’s telling you rather than asking.

“What?” you furrow your brows in confusion.

“Go out with me, on a date”

“I thought Johnny Storm didn’t do dates” you quip back, raising your brows with a smirk to match “i don’t but i’d like to try if it’s with you” and that alone warms your heart. The same heart that’s been crushed and broken so many times before and it’s almost like he’s mending it. Not that you’re complaining.

You take no longer than a second to think before you’re agreeing and kissing him some more. That’s when the music stops and you both look at each other.

He quickly zips up his pants, doing his belt up again and shrugging his jacket back on before turning back to you. With you both now looking decent again, you get him to check your makeup, he wipes the stray bits of mascara that smudged before kissing your forehead.

He lets you leave first whilst he waits an appropriate 2 minutes before he heads out too. No one suspected a thing and now it’s time for the speeches.

This is definitely going to be a wedding to remember...

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now or never — bang chan

word count: 4.5k

summary: liquid courage lets you jump at your last chance to tell him how you feel.

one.

Han Jisung might just be your least favorite person on the planet. You think this when he leans over your shoulder, your thumbs paused above your phone’s keyboard. Your phone was open to Instagram as you struggled to think of a caption for this particular post. It wasn’t anything special, just a picture of you and Chan at the annual fair over the weekend. The two of you had gone together every year since you were little kids. It was one of your favorite traditions.

“I have an idea.” Jisung took the phone from your hands, his fingers quickly getting to work as you yelled protests at him, “Relax! It’s nothing bad.”

Oh, but it was.

“We look like a couple here?! Jisung, are you serious?” You cried out, yanking the phone back from him and editing the post before anyone (hopefully) saw. The boy next to you cackled. 

“It’s not like anyone would be surprised. Everyone already thinks you’re together.” He nonchalantly shoved fries into his mouth as he spoke. Jisung ate like a pig, but you didn’t complain about it anymore. Last time you did that, he got all up in your ear and started chewing with his mouth open. Disgusting.

“Shut up, Han.”

“Yeah, shut up, Han.” You don’t even flinch when Chan and Changbin take their seats across from you. You could practically sense when one of the three boys was going to appear. Changbin said it was because your friendship was so strong, but in reality, they all wore such strong cologne, you’d be an idiot not to sense them. 

“I literally did nothing and you’re attacking me.” Jisung whined, kicking Chan’s shin under the table. Chan gasped, kicking him back with more force. They would do this for hours if you didn’t stop them.

“Guys-” You started, but you stopped yourself. Jisung deserved to be kicked. 

The four of you were hardly quiet when you were together, so you ate your lunches and talked about your day. Jisung got the chance to tell Chan and Changbin about him spilling folic acid all over his crush in chemistry, which he told you about on the way to your shared history class.

“It was mortifying! He’s never going to want to talk to me again!” He cried, hiding his face behind his hands, “I was even planning on asking him to prom! Now what am I gonna do?” 

Suddenly, everyone’s attention was on Jisung. 

“Prom?” Changbin yelled, his eyes wide.

“Yes?”

“We were supposed to go to that together, you dick!”

“It’s my senior year! I wanted to shoot my shot!”

“Yeah! Senior year! That’s why we were going together!” Changbin shook his head, false disappointment evident on his face.

“Well, since we’re asking people to prom now,” Chan started, folding his hands on the table. He bit his lip, darting his eyes around the room, “Y/N...do you maybe...wanna go to prom with me?”

You felt your heart drop to your stomach. Your fingers twisted themselves around each other as you pulled your lip between your teeth, willing yourself not to smile like a lovestruck idiot. This was your best friend, asking you to prom as his best friend. You pulled yourself together, heaving a sigh before you replied,

“Yeah, totally. It’s a date.”

“IT’S A DATE? Have I lost my fucking mind?” You fell back onto your bed, staring at your ceiling in disbelief. Jisung cackled from his seat at your desk, obviously very pleased by your choice of words at lunch. He invited himself over to your house, wanting to discuss prom plans with you, but you two were getting nowhere. As soon as you got home, you ran to your room to wallow in your own peril. You remembered how Chan had smiled at you when you accepted his proposal, his eyes managing to sparkle even under the shitty fluorescent lights the cafeteria provided.

“I’ve only been waiting four years for one of you to slip up. I’m glad it was you so we can talk about it. That asshole Chan still hasn’t confessed his undying love for you to me. But I bet he told Changbin. Fucking traitor.” He started to ramble, his eyes drifting across the paintings on the wall, “Hey,” he pointed to one in the corner, “this one is new.”

You nodded, gazing at the painting yourself. You had only hung it up a few days prior. You smiled, remembering the night you painted it. Chris was at your house, taking up all the space on your desk with his laptop, portable keyboard, and hard drive. He was working on a 3RACHA song, like he usually was. You always found those days with Chan so relaxing. The two of you didn’t need words to communicate with each other, you had your art. He would make music and you would paint, and your art would always end up reflecting the other’s. The song he was working on that night, Alchemistry, showed itself in your painting, swirling clouds of grey in a fading sky of purple and black. 

“Since we’re not going as a group anymore, I need to find a way to ask Hyunjin to prom.” Jisung sulked, opening up one of his one thousand notebooks. Jisung was a notebook kinda guy. He wrote every little thought down, just in case something could be used in a future song of his. And if he wanted to find something specific? Get ready for notebooks being tossed at your head as he sifts through every single one because he doesn’t label or organize anything. 

“Write him a song.” You suggested, gaze still trapped in that painting. Now that you were thinking about it, most of the paintings on that wall had something to do with Chan. It was like he had seeped into every corner of your life, including the darkest and most personal ones. 

“That’s your answer for everything I do.”

“Because your songs are good?” Not that you were lying. Your three best friends made up the rap trio 3RACHA. Were you a little bit jealous that they didn’t even ask if you wanted to be part of it? Yes, but you designed their album covers, so you forgive them.

Jisung was silent for a second, pondering your idea. Then he nodded, flipping to an empty page in the neon green notebook. He started scribbling, and you can’t really tell if it’s lyrics or drawings. But you looked away, letting Jisung do his thing. Pulling yourself up from the bed, you made your way to your closet, flinging the doors open with a huff. You scanned the rows of clothing before deciding that you definitely needed to go prom shopping. 

“I need something new, something that screams-”

“Please date me?”

You scoffed, “Han Jisung, you’re going to be the death of me.”

two.

Your room was an absolute disaster. Clothes were strewn everywhere, makeup and hair products settling on every surface. You hardly noticed the mess, you were so...excited? Anxious? You didn’t really know.

It was the big day.

Changbin was laying on your bed, no doubt texting Chan about how dramatic you and Jisung were being. Jisung was three inches away from your mirror, sucking in a breath as he applied a line of dark brown eyeliner. You were on the other side of the room, running your hands through your hair as you decided what to do with it.

“Just leave it how it is, Y/N, who cares that much?”

“I care that much, Changbin!” You huffed, deciding to leave it how it was anyway. 

The only reason Chan wasn’t with you guys is because he was now your date. Jisung had banished him and Hyunjin from the room as soon as you started getting ready, claiming that he wanted your looks to be a surprise.

“I’m giving you guys ten minutes before we leave, alright? I’m getting a fucking drink.”

“Your favorite juice is on the bottom shelf.” You called out as Changbin was leaving the room.

“I know where the juice is!” He shut the door firmly, leaving you and Jisung alone.

“Y/N,” he sighed heavily, having just finished his wing, “I think I’m going to piss myself.”

“That’s a rented tux-”

“I didn’t mean it literally! I’m just...really nervous.”

You nodded, moving from your spot to go comfort the boy, “If it’s any consolation, you look super hot. And I’ll make out with you if Hyunjin doesn’t.”

He laughed, and you could feel the nervous energy around him dissipate a little bit.

Once the two of you were ready, Jisung opened your bedroom door, calling out to the boys below. He linked arms with you before walking out the door and down the stairs slowly.

Chan turned around when he heard movement on the stairs, his eyes nearly popping out of his head. His face turned bright pink as he adjusted his tie. He cleared his throat, extending a hand for you to take, “You look...um...really...n-nice, bunny.”

You breathed out a nervous laugh, feeling your stomach churn at Chan’s nickname for you since you were children, “Thank you. You look...nice, too.”

Jisung unhooked your arms and wandered over to Hyunjin, and you could hear them mumbling soft compliments to each other, both of their faces tinged pink.

The car ride to the school seemed to be the most normal feeling part of the night. You all talked to each other, awkwardness temporarily thrown out the window. You laughed at Jisung’s impressions, trying to avoid the weight of Chan’s hand in yours. It felt nice; right, even. His grip was tight, but in a comforting way. Every once in a while, his thumb would gently graze over your skin, causing goosebumps to appear on your arms.

Once you got inside the gym, it all changed again. Now, Chan wasn’t just your best friend. He was your date, and you got all dressed up for each other, and everybody was looking at you two. He sent a charming smile your way, half bowing and extending yet another hand for you, “May I have this dance?”

And it was okay again, for a little while. The two of you danced, all worries about keeping face and feelings out of your mind. Your friends joined you for some of the songs, and you finally got to see Hyunjin dance. For months, Jisung would rave about how amazing he was. And you agreed; he certainly deserved his spot as co-president of the dance team. 

An hour or so into the dance, a slightly sweaty Chan pulled you away from the dance floor and over to the refreshments. Confused, you asked, “What’s up?”

“Oh, nothing. I just want some punch.”

“And you had to take me away with you. Felix was just about to throw it back!” You whined, feigning disappointment. In reality, you were kinda glad to be out of the dance circle. High school kids really didn’t understand the concept of personal space when it came to these things. And besides, you wouldn’t mind some alone time with Chan.

“Let’s go outside,” You suggested to him, “we’re both sweaty. We could use some air.”

He nodded, taking your hand again. Pushing open the gymnasium doors, the two of you were met with a cool spring breeze. You sighed, letting your eyes shut for just a moment. In that one moment, Chan’s eyes were trained on you, fondness practically seeping from his pores. He took you to his favorite spot on campus, the music hallway. It was his favorite place to study, and the acoustics were dope, just in case he felt like bursting into song. Jisung did that sometimes.

The two of you sat on the cold cement floor, giggling at each other like little kids. You weren’t worried about what your friends inside the gym would think. You were just thinking about Chan. Chan and his dimpled smile and his sparkly eyes and his calloused but still gentle hands and how he was getting closer and why he was getting closer and - oh, his lips tasted like peach. You always liked peaches. So you kissed him back, because he tasted like peach. Not because you’ve been head over heels for him since the 7th grade. Absolutely not. Although, to be fair, 7th grade you would be absolutely geeked at how good of a kisser Chan was. How those calloused hands still managed to hold your face like it was made of porcelain while he sucked on your bottom lip like he would die without it.

He pulled away first, the popping sound of your lips disconnecting making you blush.

“That was - I - I’m sorry-”

“Sorry for what?”

“I just kissed you!”

“I don’t mind.”

“Oh,” He gaped, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck, “it’s just that, yanno, I dunno. The prom...energy...got to me...haha.”

You stared at him, running your tongue over your bottom lip, trying to push the feeling of his lips out of your mind. You forced a smile, “Totally! And we...don’t have to mention this to anybody if you don’t want to.”

“Yeah...that would be best...let’s go back to the gym.” He stood and pulled you up with him. How he can stand to still hold your hand after crushing your heart like that, you couldn’t understand. But you let him.

You would always let him.

three.

It only takes two weeks for you to tell someone about the kiss. Granted, you’re drunk. And it’s Jisung. And he’s offended it took so long.

“I said I wouldn’t tell anyone!”

“I’m not just anyone, Y/N! Let’s not forget, I told you about my first kiss with Hyunjin when it happened!” He was practically yelling.

“You guys are dating! Chan and I are not dating!” You cried out, your grip on the plastic cup in your hand tightening. You weren’t really sure what was in the cup. Changbin had brought you one of his concoctions, promising to get you fucked up. And you just graduated high school, you deserved it! Thank whatever higher power that Choi Lia’s parents were on route to Canada right now. 

“You guys still aren’t together? That’s so embarrassing.” Jisung hiccuped. He had the lowest alcohol tolerance you had ever seen, and you knew Lee Felix. You smacked his arm, apparently harder than you thought, because he yelped in pain. Or maybe he was just being dramatic. You pouted, staring at the neon green liquid in your cup. Sighing, you downed the rest of it, your face contorting at the awful taste. You figured you needed to be wasted to deal with Jisung’s bitching for the rest of the night. You loved the boy to pieces, but he sure had a mouth on him. 

Seemingly out of thin air, Hyunjin appeared next to Jisung, immediately slinking an arm around the shorter’s waist. Jisung giggled, “Hey, handsome.”

“Don’t do this in front of me.” 

They couldn’t hear you, “I’ve been looking for you all night, babylove. Should’ve guessed I’d find you with Y/N.”

“Was the glittery silver blazer not enough for you to spot him? He looks like New Year’s Eve in May.”

Still ignoring you, Jisung poked Hyunjin’s chest teasingly, “Sounds like you missed me.” He bit down on his lip, and that was the last straw for you. You huffed, making your way to where Changbin was in the kitchen.

“Hey, Y/N! How was the drink?”

“Absolutely horrible. Make me another one.” 

Changbin took the cup from your hands, pouring random amounts of various liquids into it. He handed it to you with a sly smirk, warning you to drink slowly. Not that you ever listened to Changbin. You pulled yourself onto the kitchen counter, sipping on the horrible substance while making conversation. You ignored the dark cloud seeping into your mind while he spoke about college. Chan, Changbin, and Jisung had all made it into the same university, as they had submitted 3RACHA songs with their applications. You weren’t a musician, so you were going to a different university that focused more on your kind of art. It was only two hours away, but that was two hours farther than you had been from them in years. 

“Hey,” You interrupted his tangent, your voice barely above a whisper, “You guys aren’t gonna...forget about me, right?”

His smile dropped, “Of course not. We’re still gonna be best friends, aren’t we? And we’re gonna see each other every weekend, and when we come home for holidays, we’ll be together all the time.” He closed the gap between you two, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. It was awkward positioning, but Changbin’s hugs always made you feel secure. You swallowed your tears, mumbling a shaky, “thank you,” into his ear. 

When he let you go, you quickly finished the rest of the drink and tossed the cup into a nearby trash can. Your last drink was starting to hit you, big time. A sudden determination filled your veins, “Hey, Binnie?”

“Mhm.”

“Have you seen Chan lately?”

“He’s probably with Seungmin somewhere.”

You nodded, jumping off the counter and starting your pursuit. It shouldn’t be that hard. How many guys did you know with fried blond hair?

After a few minutes of searching, you found him sitting on the couch with Seungmin like Changbin had said. Seungmin made a joke, and Chan threw his head back as he laughed. God, he was so...stunning. A gasp escaped your lips as you watched him. You felt your determination wither for a second, but you pushed through. This is your last chance, Y/N, you thought to yourself. It’s now or never.

“Can I talk to you?”

A look of alarm crossed Chan’s features as he nodded. He sounded unsure as he spoke, “Yeah, totally. What’s up?”

“I mean,” You glanced at the boy sitting next to him, “alone.”

A soft oh left Chan’s lips as he stood. He nodded to Seungmin before gripping your hand like he’s done so many times before. You could just barely hear Seungmin’s laughing as Chan pulled you away. Wait, you were the one who asked him to talk, why was he dragging you around?

To be honest, Chan didn’t know either. For him, taking your hand and leading you to secret places just seemed...natural to him. He led you up the stairs and into the first room he found. Lia’s room. Lia wouldn’t mind; she was a good friend. He closed the door behind you two, locking it just to be sure. 

“What’s up, bunny?” 

Your heart began to pound in your chest as you sat down on the bed. You sucked in a breath, making eye contact with Chan as you folded your hands, “I’m in love with you.”

He just stared at you, not even blinking. You watched his chest rise and fall with his breaths. An excruciating minute passed, which felt like hours to you, before he made his way across the room and next to you on the bed.

“Y/N…” He had hardly finished saying your name before your heart shattered, “we’re going to different schools next year. You’ll be focusing on your painting and I’ll be producing probably non-stop. I...wouldn’t be a good boyfriend to you.” 

You tried to hold in the tears, you really did, but you were drunk and the boy you’ve been in love with for like 5 years just rejected you and you’re cold. So you couldn’t really help the choked sob that comes from your throat, and you had to restrain yourself from throwing yourself at him for comfort. He started to stutter, “N-No that’s not what I meant! I mean, it is, but don’t cry!” He clasped your shoulders and pulled you to him, allowing your tears to flow freely on his nice black shirt, “Y/N, you know I have feelings for you. I just...won’t be able to be there for you like you need me to. I want to be with you, I really do. It would just end in heartbreak. I would rather still be your best friend and only that than have you hate me as a boyfriend, okay?” 

“I’ll wait for you.” You barely managed to get those words out through your cries.

“No, you won’t. Please don’t. Please move on, bunny.” You removed yourself from his hold, scrunching your nose up to sniffle the tears away.

“Can we just...go to bed?” 

The smile that he gave you in that moment broke your heart again; so sad and sincere.

“Of course.” He laid you down, holding you close enough to hear his heartbeat. He was so warm. 

God, how you wished you could stay like that forever.

four.

Chan couldn’t tell if he was more excited or nervous to see you. Your group hadn’t seen each other as much as you had hoped. At the beginning of the semester, you met up every weekend, excitedly chatting about your new classes and the new people in your lives. But as life continued, it got in the way. You hadn’t seen each other face to face since October, opting for texts and FaceTime sessions instead. And he missed you terribly. Distance makes the heart grow fonder, right?

He found himself thinking of you often. Even during songwriting sessions with Jisung and Changbin. They laughed at him when his lyrics became sappy, threatening to pull their phones out and text you Chan’s adoration. He regretted what he told you back in May; that he wouldn’t be good to you. 

He sat in the living room of his childhood home, fidgeting in his seat. Changbin was scrolling through channels on the TV, a bored expression on his features. Jisung and Hyunjin were in the kitchen, making hot chocolate for the third time that night.

He couldn’t focus. You were going to knock on that door any moment, your parents in tow, and he didn’t know what he was going to do. Cry? Run into your arms? Fuck, try and kiss you? He stood abruptly, scaring the boy next to him. 

“I-I’ll be right back.” He excused himself, hurrying to lock himself in his bedroom to breathe.

Changbin opened the front door, his eyes lighting up at the sight of one of his best friends, “Y/N!” 

“Is Y/N here?” Jisung yelled from the kitchen, the pitter patter of his feet telling you that he was running your way. Two pairs of arms wrapped around you. They walked you through the door, with Changbin yelling something to your parents about where the other parents were. You felt your mother’s hand on your back, a way for her to tell you that they were going. When the boys finally released you, they noticed one other figure in the room.

“Oh…” Jisung gasped. Changbin just stared, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Um-” You coughed, trying to relive some of the tension, “where’s Chan?”

“In his room.”

You nodded before heading that way, lightly tapping on the door three times, “Channie? It’s Y/N.”

The door swung open, a breath-taking smile on the boy’s face. He wrapped you up in his embrace, swinging you around as he yelled your name.

“How have you been? How are you? Wow, you look so pretty!” His hands cupped your face, lightly dragging his thumbs over your cheekbones. You placed your hands over his, a dull heartbeat in your chest as you watched him speak. 

Chan’s heart was pounding in his chest. He thought you could hear it, and that’s why you were looking at him so...analytically. They’re right here, he thought. You lost your chance last time, but maybe it’s not too late. Now or never, Chan.

“Listen, Y/N…” He sighed, “about what I said after graduation, at that party-”

“No, don’t-”

“Please just let me say this.”

You nodded, allowing him to continue, “I was wrong, okay? I shouldn’t have rejected you like that. I should’ve just...given us a shot. I can’t stop thinking about you, Y/N. You can ask the guys, all my lyrics have been about you, and they’re ridiculously cheesy. I know I told you to move on but...maybe I still have a place in your heart? And...maybe we can...try this?”

You couldn’t breathe. You shook your head, pulling away from him, “Chan, I-” 

Seven months ago, you would’ve jumped for joy at his confession. Taken him into your arms and kissed him until you were dizzy. But now…

“Baby! How long were you gonna wait until you introduced me?”

Chan froze. Baby? Who the hell was calling you baby?

You took a few steps back, glancing over at the boy next to you, “Channie...this is my boyfriend, Minho.”

Boyfriend. You had a...boyfriend. You went and did exactly what he told you to do, but his heart still shattered. But he plastered a smile on his face anyway, shaking Minho’s hand, “I’m Bang Chan. One of Y/N’s best friends. Welcome to her second home.”

And the night continued like that. Your best friends focused their attention entirely on you and Minho. They asked him an endless amount of questions, from where he grew up to his favorite kind of bean. Sometimes, you would notice Jisung or Changbin giving Chan a sympathetic glance, but you ignored it. Minho was a good boyfriend, and you were genuinely happy with him. You didn’t expect your feelings for Chan to leave you so quickly, but distance doesn’t always make the heart grow fonder.

The five of you spent most of your winter break together. The only day you didn’t see each other was Christmas, which was spent with your families. The next day, you had your own Christmas, like you did every year. 

The hardest day for Chan was New Year’s Eve. You had a party at Changbin’s house, with as many kids from your graduating class as possible. It reminded him of that night after graduation. Jisung still wore that ugly silver blazer, drunk and attached to his boyfriend all night. Changbin still made horrible, hangover inducing nightmare drinks that he persuaded poor college students into drinking. You were drunk again, too. But instead of crying into Chan’s chest like before, you were giggling up a storm with your new boyfriend. Chan watched from afar, jealousy pumping through his veins at the way you draped yourself across his lap, and how he looked at you like you hung the stars in the sky. That should’ve been him.

10 seconds before midnight, he felt sick. Everyone around him was so giddy, so excited for a new start. He couldn’t peel his eyes away from you two. Your hands were locked together, staring into each other’s eyes as you counted down the seconds. The TV at the front of the room screamed, “Happy New Year,” as he watched Minho’s lips crash against yours, a smile evident on both of your faces. He stalked out of the living room, making a beeline for the bar. 

He had to get over you, the way you had so easily gotten over him. And he had to get over you now or never.

[unholyplumpprincess]

Corrupted Angel

For twitter user @/EnEssTimesTwo bc I fell in love with her vampire Bloodhound art and this is based off one of her art images which I can’t seem to link back to!

Summary: Essentially a monster au where human Elliott is a burlesque/exotic dancer who has caught the eye of a owl masked person who tips very well yet is too damned polite when Elliott just wants them to grab him and make him a meal. Not knowing, well, what kind of meal they’d really want.

Fandom: Apex Legends

Relationship: Bloodhound/Mirage

Warning: NSFT/R18+, monster au involving vampire Bloodhound, Bloodhound has body mods so if you don’t like those!, Elliott has a fang kink, Bloodhound’s nasty oral fixation, basically Mirage’s dick is a caprisun and Bloodhound is Hungry, nothing really like ‘terrible’ in here as far as kinky just oral and some dirty dancing.

Words: 7k

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In a world like this, getting clients that were of inhuman breed wasn’t so uncommon.  

Other folk, or commonly known as the monster breeds of their species, were just as normal to have around as humans were. Beasts of great heights and strengths covered head to toe in fur and too many arms, or to the more human looking ones with sharp teeth and a wicked grin, to the ghostly apparitions that haunted your very heart.  

Elliott had been one of four children to end up being a human. His brothers had all been lycanthropes like his mama, Maria, while he took after his mom Evelynn. Not that it had been too big of a deal, just that his brothers had a higher appetite than himself and he needed to learn to not laugh when his eldest turned into the fluffiest little wolf pup he’d ever seen.  

Old memories that would forever fill him with nostalgia and happiness, he missed them dearly.  

Elliott nowadays kept himself busy at the club he worked at. Twirling on poles, racking in delicious clientele who were to die for in their own very beauty, dancing and working them up in certain costumes. He was a crowd pleader, widely beloved in the club as one of the best around. A beautiful tease with an  award-winning  smile.  

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The problem? Well, most dancers liked to get some extra cash by bedding their regulars. It wasn’t an issue here, the way it was run was a safe environment for the dancers. Body guards rested around at the ready, panic buttons in the hotel rooms that were upstairs above the club; Condoms and lubricant supplied- not to mention anything else you may need when dealing with clients who were more...monstrous. Or those who weren’t interested in bedding you, but feeding.  

Elliott, however, didn’t just let anyone take him upstairs. He enjoyed intimacy, sure, loved to tease and plead the masses, but you had to get his attention in order to even pay for his services. Tips weren’t hard for him to come by, not when he used long, strong legs to frame his client’s lap and purred in their ear with a low tone of voice. Letting his stubble scratch over their flesh and murmuring teases.  

A rumor had spread around about him that he would laugh at. That he would not bed humans, that he liked the danger too much. Whispers in the club of how you had to be tall, had to have cash, that you had to not want sex but instead be seeking out feeding or discipline, all sorts of rumors that were just false. Or at least, vaguely correct but not quite.  

He...he liked danger, he’ll admit that much, but in the end not a lot of people caught his eye in that way. He had to want and enjoy it too, right? And not just for the sex that came out of it.   

Yet, the only client that came to mind that he’d oh so willingly bed to the point he was ready to beg THEM to go up to a room with him, was one who was too polite.  

Devilish red, glowing eyes, always coming masked like most people were to enter a club such as this. Dressed in tight old-fashioned leathers and an old owl style look to their mask, and though full faced, Elliott could feel the hunger clearly through it. They only spoke with him after dances, never for him to come to the back with them, just offering generous tips in the politest way of giving it to him straight forward. Compliments that spread redness to Elliott’s cheeks as they’d boldly brush their knuckles over his cheek, only to retract and apologize for the act.  

The person was loaded, that was for sure. Their gloved hands always had wads of cash that would pay his rent in one sitting. He’d tried offering more, a private dance, a private...event even. Trying not to make himself look TOO desperate.  

But they would always kindly decline, saying they were busy and only here for just a moment. Even going so far as to kindly tell him that they did not wish to take up too much of his time. Always so damned  polite .  

What Elliott would do to take a peek under that mask and see his most fantasized about person.  

A small note of the club was a twist on the old concept of burlesque dancers, their clients were masked, while the dancers could choose to wear one or not. Elliott thought it gave excitement for their clients to be masked, while providing privacy for their identity if they chose to not be recognized outside.  

Wraith preferred the mask, one of his coworkers and closest friend. Though, not human. Her class was a banshee, long since caught between death and life as she’d told him.  

Her pale skin was ice cold to the touch, her voice sounded like multiples and could send chills down your spine. She always took upon a laced mask and some sort of leather costumery. You could find her perched on the lap of her most regular client, an old soldier who went by the alias Bangalore and showed up with an upper half face mask designed like a fluffy dog.  

Elliott’s eyes drift in the dark room over to where Wraith’s stage was. Vaguely seeing her outline in the low dim of red LED’s surrounding her. He had seen her in the dressing rooms before they went on stage, he’d meowed at her and winked as she laughed and told him to get his outfit on. What? She looked hot; He could appreciate it.  

She dressed in a leather body suit with matching thigh highs and killer heels that made up for her short height. The body suit looked more like an upper corset or bustier, the clasp at her crotch secured but the cut of the hip area coming high up above her hips for a sexier cut. Horns perched atop her head with a matching devil tail and red eyeliner to match. Her lace mask suited well for it, something he’d adjusted as he passed by and brushed her hair from her face affectionately.  

It settled her own quiet anxieties as well as grounded him when Wraith had smirked at him and told him she was fine. Two peas in a pod, he’d always tell her before wishing each other luck.  

A breath escapes Elliott’s lips now as he hooks his fingers around the pole. Motor motions, a slow warm up with the lights off as he idly twirls on the pole. The quiet, slow rising of the beginning of the remixed song. He lets his head fall back as he feels the anticipation, feeling his curls fall onto his chin where he’d purposefully made them loose and messy today.  

It fit his own theme for the song of choice for both himself and Wraith.  

His own is a lovely little angel get up. His hair had been loosely done today, curls allowed to fall freely and beautifully to curl onto the side of his face. Soft makeup had been applied of lipstick, kitten liner, and soft highlights. His facial hair had been trimmed up a bit for the event. His outfit consisted of a white ribbon choker with a matching harness that tied over the top of his chest and at the bottom of his ribcage, coming up over his shoulders for small wings to sprout from his back.  

A white, see through bralette rested over his chest, yet the harness presses his pecs to give the appearance of more cleavage. A small pair of white shorts, small enough to be considered panties, rest over his lower half, as well as white thigh highs with garters and black boots.  

He looked cute, if he would admit that to himself. He liked getting all dolled up and showing off his strong body, fit with lean muscle and sharp curves. He liked being drooled over, liked being watched. Not to mention the fact anyone in this club didn’t mind whether he dressed feminine or masculine, or what name he went by. All they knew was his stage name-  

“Presenting- Mirage and Wraith! Give it up for them whilst they give an electrifying performance to the song: Horns!” Natalie- better known as Wattson was always a good show host, standing a  little ways  away on her own stage in her ring leader outfit, she throws one gloved hand in the air as she speaks, a big smile on her face and her other hand full of the microphone. The crowd cheers before quieting down just as the song begins.  

The song is a remixed version, starting slow as the lights begin to flash. There’s the briefest moment that Wraith and him share a look as it begins before they’re matching movements.  

There’s a slow twist of his head thrice that he knows she’s matching. The grinding movement of hips downwards into a crouch that leaves the crowd cheering matched with the slow rise up with a dramatic bow of the back to make eyes fall to his ass. The repeating humping motion until the lyrics begin and he’s doing a twirl around the base of the pole. Followed by the low, slow grinding crouch with too much leg pushing out, his head falling to the side as his eyes narrow sensually and he looks for his targeted prey in the audience.  

The sight of an owl mask never leaving his form makes him grin.  

The desperately cried out word of ‘ breathe ’ in the song makes him slow to his knees, wrapping fingers around his throat and adding up the sexuality with a flutter of his lashes. It’s so brief before his body is dragging itself upwards, both hands gripping the pole as he hoists himself up onto it, turning his body upside down to hang off in a��back bending twirl before beginning to ascend with each grab and pull. All never breaking his own innocent flutter and smiles. He knows damn well without looking that Wraith has an opposite expression of a snarl and sexual energy.  

Every time he comes back around to be able to look at the crowd, normally he’d let his gaze sweep the crowd, let them all feel attended to. But Elliott can’t help it when his gaze keeps settling on that owl masked wearing stranger. Even when it comes time to the part of the song where he sings ‘Heel stomping down my throat’ and he rolls onto his back, arching himself upwards with a dramatic bow of his back and letting his eyes flutter when his hips thrust into the air and roll.  

His gaze never falters.  

Elliott swears he could hear a growl from them, but the music and bass is so loud, there’s no way he could have heard it. Right? But why was it so clear? As if it echoed in his mind.  

He doesn’t falter regardless in his routine. He likes the hungry gazes on his body, but more important how that full faced mask never loses him for a moment. Even at the end of the routine where Wraith ends with her back facing the crowd, head tipped over one shoulder, tail curled around her wrist and a red glow over her frame, and Elliott reflects by facing the crowd, head tipped to one side as if bashful, and thumbs interlocked to fans his hands into wings at his chest, the light reflecting blue.  

With the crowd cheering and the lights dimming, both of them are able to make their way off the stages towards the crowd and begin to find people who wish to engage with them. Wraith, as Elliott notices, works her way through the crowd with her polite ‘thank  you’s  as she finds her way to her favorite client. He could laugh, really, but honestly was he any better?  

When Elliott enters the crowd, he works his magic all whilst waiting for the telltale feeling of gloved fingers stroking over his arm to gather his attention. When he feels it, he excuses himself with promises of returning with playful winks.  

“You shall not be returning.” Comes a voice in his head, practically a purr echoing throughout and Elliott’s eyes blink a few times, tempted to look around the room- but that voice was familiar. The same person who now rounded a corner ahead of him, cloak billowing behind them.  

Well, damn, mark Elliott down as scared and horny.  

Normally this stranger liked to give him the cash and let that be that. But the idea of them wanting to keep him around longer this time? His heart flutters, wondering if he’d get to see them unmasked, to hear that gorgeous accented voice sing his praises and stop acting so polite and let him see them absolutely unhinged -  

Wait, could they hear his thoughts or just talk to him through them? Quick, Witt, think something less horny! Uh- Old mcdonald had a farm, E I E I--  

“Come here,” Comes the haunting voice around the corner. The one Elliott has been following down and down the halls until they’re near the staircase that led up to private rooms. His heart is pounding when he turns the corner, already ready with a pick up line and a thank you from the bottom of his heart. But fingers hitch into the straps at his chest, yanking him close until next thing he knows he’s pressed up against the window nearby. The flashing neon lights outside of the sign reflecting across his skin.  

“H-hey there! A little eager for the bedroom, aren’tcha?” Elliott manages to get out, his voice nervous as that mask is so close to his own face. Near nose to nose—or rather, nose to beak with the mask. Able to make out the respirator so close, and the dark fabric on the owl’s eyes seeming to hide a pair behind them much brighter. He also notes that their gloved hands are resting politely on him, one on his shoulder, the other hovering over his waist. And oh, how he wished they’d just give up the mystery already, maybe even yank him closer-  

As if blessed, the hand that had been hovering at his waist lifts to their mask. Grabbing at its beak to pull it up, “No. I am simply ready for my meal-- if you are willing.” And the entire time they say this singular sentence, they slowly pull up their mask to set on the stairs nearby. Elliott’s heart races because of course they’d be attractive. With a voice like that, honestly what was he expecting?   

Their hood still remains on their head, a few loose red curls framing their sharp face. He notes the red face paint on their face- before realizing that’s tattoos. The scarring across the right side of their face looking like they got into a fight with a beast, the eye blinded and appearing like a mini solar flare. Yet their other a deep, dark red with a slit pupil focused entirely on him. More scars edge at their throat, climbing up like lightning across a sky over their jawline.  

Elliott’s already dizzy, eyes tracing over their deep olive skin tone, over their pierced roman nose and down just in time to see their plump lips part. Showing a double set of fangs and a split tongue with vertical piercings up each tongue- good lords.  

“Th- th -those are some serious chompers.” Is all Elliott can manage to get out, his breath caught in his throat as his hazel eyes focus on their teeth. He could beat himself up for THAT being the thing out of his mouth. Not how attractive they were, not how he really wished they’d just skip the tip and take him right to the bedroom- free of charge!   

The phrase makes their head cock charmingly, as if it hadn’t occurred to them that their teeth would be the focal point. Though he hadn’t said ‘no’ nor did Elliott look AGAINST said ‘chompers’. They lick over their fangs, only serving to make Elliott’s head fall back as if he was already preparing to be the most delicious meal.  

“Do not worry. I do not ‘chomp’, as you say.” They speak lowly near his ear as they lean in. Elliott can hear the way they inhale his scent, sounding like they’re swearing under their breath and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t ragingly hard in his already too tight of shorts. Especially when they come closer to him, lips brushing over his throbbing pulse and Elliott can only hope he’s making it quite clear that he’s all game for whatever ‘not chomping’ they’re about to do.  

Vampire. It all made sense, really, when he put it all together. The get up was rather old fashioned, their politeness even more so. Or the fact he’d noticed that they’d adorably pause at the bar every single time, never ordering anything, but always seemed keen on counting all the bottles. Then of course the mental communication- seems his client was one of the older of the breed, maybe a few centuries old.  

Thoughts he’d save for later. When he’s not being distracted.  

Lips brush up the length of his exposed throat, just brushing and making Elliott shiver. Their lips press to his pierced lobe, lightly nipping and making Elliott gasp out a low moan. When they chuckle lowly at his reaction, he swears he could cum right then and there.  

“Wait,” He starts, amazed at how quickly they back up but he’s quick to whine to ease their worried expression. Cute how they thought they had crossed a boundary- anyone else would probably have tried ripping off his clothes right then and there. “Your--your name. I never got it?”  

His client’s furrowed brows relax near instantly, their worried expression easing up as a soft, relieved breath leaves them. Idly, a gloved hand comes up, tucking a curl behind Elliott’s ear and making his heart throb. There’s only a pause longer before they murmur out. “Bloodhound. You may call me Bloodhound. I assume your tongue could not handle the original pronunciation.”  

“But your tongue may be able to handle other things much better.” Comes the echoed purr in his mind, though their lips do not move to speak, they do curl into an attractive smirk that makes him about whimper.  

“Bloodhound,” He breathes out, enjoying the way their eyes seem to narrow at the sound. It’s as if he knew they’ve wanted to hear it this entire time. It’s almost a power trip, almost, if he weren’t the one pinned to a wall and about to cum in his own shorts from some gentle petting. “You said meal- now-now I’m absolutely willing! Promise, absolutely down for it, it would be a ple- pleas- pleas— absolute delight to do that for you.” Curse his need to talk too much when he was like this.   

Bloodhound's eyes seem to grow darker at that, despite his clear mishap, they don’t mention it. A quiet gesture that honestly put Elliott at ease. The hand on his shoulder slides up to his neck and Elliott’s eyes flutter, willingly moving his head to the side with the gentle touch so they could trace their fingers up and grab his jaw lightly.  

“...You mentioned a bedroom?”  

Oh, fuck yeah.  

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Elliot had never moved quicker in his life. Bloodhound had slid their mask back on, following him up the stairs and towards one of the hotel rooms that were available for their work to continue. He could laugh at them politely waiting outside the door before he remembers to invite them inside.  

 It’s a standard room with soft lighting and a bed fit in the center. Toys are lined on the wall, a pole in the room and a few comfortable chairs. There’s a bathroom for freshening up too, fit with anything that may come in handy.   

The lights and any music could be adjusted via a panel on the wall when they entered. Something Elliott is quick to shift the lights to a deep red and letting music play lowly. When he looks over at Bloodhound, Elliott gets the pleasant view of watching them remove their mask and cloak.  

They shake their hair loose, moving a gloved hand through it to toss their curls. Now, Elliott had seen plenty of attractive people around here. But he doesn’t think he’s ever seen someone so beautiful in his life. Not even himself, and that’s saying a lot.  

He feels his mouth go even drier when he looks down at what they’re wearing. Normally they were always in an old fashioned get up or in leathers. But now their outfit consists of a plunge neck black dress reaching just beneath their chest to show cleavage. The dress skirts the floor, a long slit up each leg and heeled boots resting upon their feet. They looked dressed to kill. Even more so when Elliott’s eyes are trailing back up slowly, feeling ever so dizzy when he meets their gaze, a smirk on their lips quirked ever so to show one fang on their lower lip-  

“I have not looked into your rates.” They speak casually, walking towards him with one foot slowly in front of the other. As if they’re stalking him. A devil stalking an angel. Oh, Elliott would be a good sinner, he swears. His knees wobbling by the time they reach him, their gloved hand cupping his cheek and their thumb running across the sharpness of his cheekbone.  

“Consider this a ‘thank you’ for your gen- generous tips.” Elliott manages to practically whine out, hating how his voice pitches up when their hand slides down his throat to trail down and rest on his chest. They’re walking him backwards, until the back of his knees hit a chair and he’s sinking right down. He has the pleasure of looking up at them, seeing their hair curling around their face beautifully with the red light illuminated behind them. Now, Elliott prides himself on being a good boy, so he lets it known he’s very interested by cocking his head to the side, straining his neck and trying to look as appetizing as possible.  

“Ah, but those were merely for watching your beautiful body dance, Elliott.” They croon out his name in a way that makes heat roll down his spine. He REALLY needs to be out of these shorts yesterday, but he’s willing to wait a little longer if it means wearing some nice bruises and puncture marks on his neck. He whimpers at the thought, rolling his hips up into nothing and he swears he hears Bloodhound inhale like someone inhaling the scent of a bakery.   

He’s waiting for them to pounce him, sink those  deliciously  sharp looking fangs into his throat- maybe they’d even let him grab their ass while they were at it? They had such a nice ass, rounded and juicy even in their dress. He wonders vaguely if they’d ever done dance work as well-  

But before his mind can wander too far. Elliott watches them pull their hair back, tugging it up into a ponytail and tying it. The visual makes his cock jerk in his tight little shorts, a whine escaping his throat as they tuck loose strands of hair behind their pierced ears. And instead of pouncing on him like he expected and is tensed for, they sink to their knees.  

Wait a minute.  

“I thought you were hungry?” He manages to squeak out, watching as they rest between his spread thighs. A small grin makes its way to their lips, and it truly should be a crime how attractive they are, fangs and all.  

“You must not be aware of feeding habits,” Bloodhound softly laughs out, their hands running over his thighs and the leather feeling just as sweet as it did over his throat. Elliott’s breath catches when they skirt his inner thighs, his legs trying to fall apart further. “If you would prefer I sink my teeth into your pretty neck and mark you as my own, I would not mind.”  

Elliott moans freely at the idea, head falling back and hips rolling into nothing. He could just imagine it, the teeth marks in his neck, the bruises. He imagines they’d snarl if they saw he’d tried to cover them up with makeup. Normally he’s not about someone trying to stake some sort of claim on him, especially in a situation such as his job. But something about Bloodhound made him want more and more and more.  

“Or,” They murmur, catching his attention again as their hand finally slides over the front of his shorts. Elliott cries out, over sensitive as they apply pressure to grope him. “You shall feed me  everything  you can from here. And we can discuss regular feeding sessions in...other  manners, if you so choose.”  

Other manners?! OTHER MANNERS?! Elliott’s catching onto the whole ‘life force’ rumors not being rumors like he’d thought. Blood and cum, yeah, he could do that- fuck what else could they do to him? What would they do to him?   

They’re loaded with cash, absolutely drop dead gorgeous, AND implying they’re kinky. Call Elliott a sucker all you like for even offering something for free, but could you BLAME HIM?!  

“I shall not continue if I do not hear verbal consent, sweet one.” Bloodhound’s voice pierces his loud thoughts, not having even noticed he’s practically dry humping their hand that they’ve so generously kept pressure with. Elliott’s dizzy already, panting and rolling his head to the side so he could finally look at them again.  

Oh, yeah, he could definitely get used to that sight.  

“Yes! Yes- fuck, yes, absolutely. However  you- you- you want to feed! Whatever you want, Hound, please just- fuck stop teasing. Please? Come on I’m not supposed to be the one- the one begging here!” The nickname slips out, truly, as does his pleading. It rolling right out of his mouth as easy as breathing. They don’t seem to mind, in fact, they seem pleased by his begging. Going so far as to give him this wolfish sort of grin that shows a lot of fang and- yeah he’s definitely going to cum in his shorts if they do that--  

“If you insist.”  

That’s the last thing he hears from that torturously delicious looking mouth. His shorts are immediately tugged off, hanging off one of his ankles, but when he goes to discard the harness and angel wings, they stop him with a dangerous look in their eye. He wonders if they like that sort of thing- roleplay. God, he could just imagine them in some devil get up seducing him. Fuck.  

Elliott’s mind immediately stops when he looks down, however. His cock is out in the open, heavy and drooling with pre-cum in a way he doesn’t think he’s ever done. The head is reddened, desperate with arousal, a prominent vein on his cock more pronounced. He’s always thought he’s had a nice dick, the foreskin coming up to rest just about the round of the head, a good size of seven inches and a good girth around. He’s trimmed his body hair to look more presentable on stage, but is clean shaven on the mound and his balls.  

The best part is the way Bloodhound’s gloved fingers wrap around the base of his cock, giving it one full stroke to pull the foreskin down. Their lips are parted softly, enough for him to see the way their split tongue wets their lips with prominent saliva as if they’re drooling.  

He’s never felt more look food before.  

Elliott’s not sure if he’s more turned on at how desperate and  hungry  they look or the fact he’s about to get what he’s pretty sure is going to be the best blowjob he’ll ever have. He’s already tensed, whimpering low in his throat and flexing his fingers on the arm of the chair in anticipation. But before he can start begging again, they move.  

First their tongue presses to the very bottom of his cock, licking up in a slow stripe in a way that Elliott can’t tear his eyes away from. Their glinting fangs look so dangerous, only to vanish when their plump lips seal around the head to give a soft suckle to, practically a wet heated fleeting kiss. Elliott would never admit to how he sounds now, not even faking the noises of his cries at just the smallest of touches.  

It makes it even worse when Bloodhound has the audacity to moan. This soft little sound in their throat like a content fucking kitten. Ridiculously, Elliott only feels closer because of the sound, his fingers practically clutching the arms of the chair for dear life. His thighs are trembling, his skin feeling far too hot even in something so little as a harness, and his voice isn’t feeling like his own as moans and sobs slip out.  

They repeat the same motions a few times of licking him up and suckling the head briefly, and he has half a mind to tell this beautiful vampire with insanely sharp teeth to stop playing with their food. But once their lips finally suckle around him, their head comes down in one go, swallowing him down a strangely cool throat with the threat of teeth resting at the base of his dick.  

Elliott cums.  

He cums harder than he thinks he’s ever cum before in his life. His body reacts on instinct, hands coming to Bloodhound’s head to hold them right where they are as beautiful sobs leave his lips and swears flying out. His thighs tremble, his hips weakly trying to hump against Bloodhound’s face with nowhere to go since they’ve deepthroated him entirely.  

“Such a delicious taste,” Comes that haunting voice in his head. It only serves to make Elliott’s hips weakly jerk again, feeling their throat constrict as they swallow his cum with a moan. “ You were a deserved wait. You taste divine, lítill engill. Better than I have imagined. ”  

“Thank you,” Elliott practically sobs out, his fingers still pressed to their scalp as he sobs out again. “Thank you, thank y-you- fuck-”  

The gentle lift of their head signals for his hands to retreat. Watching and feeling how their mouth slides over him with a fleeting kiss pressed to his still reddened head. Elliott just about goes cross eyed at the sensation, leaning back in the chair and throwing his head back as he tries to focus his panting breaths to narrow out into something normal.  

A cry leaves his lips when their gloved hand wraps around his cock to jerk him a few times. Over sensitivity ringing across his skin as he sobs out, “Wait, wait- can't go again that-that— fuck- quickly!” He’s practically begging, yet his hands stay glued to the arm of the chair again. Only able to look down at them and the way their eyes dance with mischief.  

“And I am yet sated. Do you wish for me to starve, little one? You were so eager to be made a meal of.” Their tone is taunting. As if they know exactly what they’re doing. And fuck, they probably do. Curse their fucking beautiful, stupid face and how their eyes make Elliott feel so small and yet so adored. So...paid attention to- more than he had in forever.  

Elliott’s immediately whimpering, shaking his head and rolling his hips up against their hand despite how his motions are quivering with the strain of his muscles. “No! No, no, no, promise! Promise I can be good for you, I want to be good for you- oh god  just let me-” Elliott’s breathing is wet, strained with tears pricking his eyes as their hand squeezes his cock to wring out anymore  cum  he may have. Just to watch them lap at the head of his dick to take it all eagerly.  

“God -” Elliott sobs out again at the sight alone.  

“You flatter me.” They respond with a teasing tone, letting their lips brush across his slick flesh with each movement.   

They’re a devil in disguise, Elliott is sure. This is what he gets for wearing an angel get up today, of course he’d find himself at the mercy of a demon who’s going to suck the absolute soul out of him via his dick. And he isn’t even mad is the funniest part of this, he’s willing his body to try and relax, despite their teasing motions and the way their lips part so he can see their fangs again and how hungry they look.  

Elliott’s fingers flex again on the arms of the chair, wanting so badly to maybe pull their hair or ease them back to him to show he’s ready. He’s too busy wondering if he’ll get chomped by them that he doesn’t notice they seem to sense his inner turmoil, not until their free hand gently grabs his wrist and begins guiding it to their ponytail for him to grip.  

Elliott’s face flushes deep red at the simple action, a blinding smile crossing his face and showing off his dimples. His heart twists pleasantly at such a simple gesture, and vaguely he’s wondering if he can’t get Bloodhound’s number and make this more than whatever sort of sugar baby relationship this feels like.  

What he doesn’t realize is how Bloodhound is looking at his smile, at his flushed face with a healthy glow about him. Thinking how beautiful he is, how darling he must be to have as a lover, how obedient and kind he must be. Even so willing to accept their claim on him already as to get excited at the prospect of being bitten and exposed to being claimed on stage. They could supply him  everything  he needed. Could fulfill every sexual desire, make sure he had enough money for anything he wanted.  

Longing. Yearning. Emotions that Bloodhound should not have whilst trying to play with their food.  

“O...okay, okay I think I’m ready to go.” Elliott finally says after a comfortable pause of silence. Their gaze is so intense on him, making him feel like the star of his own show right now. Even more so when they smile, this genuine little thing that makes his heart pound and not just because he’s thinking about their fangs on his cock again.  

Way to go, Witt, already falling for someone.  

Their lips wrap around the head again and Elliott’s breath is taken away again. He groans, head lolling to the side and eyes half lidded, making sure to watch them. Their own eyes flutter closed, their thumb tracing along the underside of his cock in their grip as they stay suckling and toying with the sensitive glands at the underside of his head. They keep his foreskin pulled back, their tongue lapping at the slit and making his thighs jerk with  sensitivity  at each brush.  

Bloodhound is clearly starting slow, but still keeping him on the edge of overstimulation. Elliott’s toes curl into his heels, his other hand coming to rest on the back of their head and feeling over the shaved hair with his thumb idly. A whimper blossoms from his throat when their hand moves down from holding his cock to slide down to cup his balls, thumbing the seam and gently squeezing.  

It’s like they know exactly how to play him.  

“Fuck, baby-” He hisses out, not paying any mind to what is coming out of his mouth. They hum at him regardless, and vaguely he can hear this sort of hum in the back of his mind that he can feel pressing until he hears their voice curling into his mind like delicious smoke.  

“You taste divine, little one.” It’s a purr in his head, resounding and making his cock throb at the praise, let alone the pet name. He wants to say thank you, but his mouth feels like honey, only spilling out soft whines and moans. “You are being such a good boy, so pliant and willing for me.”  

Yep, that’s really doing it for him.   

His hands press at their head as his hips come up, finding that they go with ease and no resistance. It gets to the point where he’s able to hold them still, fucking up into their mouth as their hands slide under to grab his ass to urge him to continue his thrusts. Elliott’s mind is swimming, swears finally able to come from his mouth and filth following along with it along the lines of, “W-want to touch you. Want to make you-  ah!-  feel good, want you to-to-to bite me-” All promises and praises keening from his lips like a singing bird.  

In his head he can hear phrases murmured back at him, some in a tongue he doesn’t recognize. Some make sense like ‘ good boy ’ and ‘ you taste divine ’ echoing again and again matched with deeper snarls that make his skin sing like ‘Mine ’ and ‘ I shall ruin you for anyone else ’.  

When Elliott cums again, their fingers sink into his ass and hold him up with amazing strength. They have him in their throat again, swallowing everything he has to offer as he sobs out his praises. His body feel tensed, overstimulated and ringing with a  pleasantness  of ’too much’. But he doesn’t feel like he couldn’t go again, feeling like he could just be their toy forever.  

When they finally lower him back to the chair and slide their mouth off, Elliott feels the whine coming from his chest as his fingers scrabble to press back down on their head. It’s like they were a drug he couldn’t get enough of, even if he is shaking. “Please, please, more, please, baby, please, please, please- ”  

The snarl he hears from their own chest sounds possessive and pleased, a low grumble as they take him again.  

He cums two more times through the night before Bloodhound is finally sated. Elliott is an absolute mess, babbling away once he’s finally come down from his high. He expects they’re going to maybe just pay and leave, but for a small moment he kind of blacks out.  

When he comes back to, he’s naked and been placed in a cool bath. The temperature is soothing on his too hot of skin, and when he lolls his head to the side, he sees Bloodhound resting on their knees by the tub. Their eyes flick up to him, the washcloth they were using to wipe at the glitter on his chest pausing. They offer a small, almost nervous smile. “It appears you passed out momentarily. I assumed you were overheated. My apologies.”  

“Can I kiss you?” Elliott blurts out in reply before he can even think differently of it. He almost laughs at their surprised look, not knowing that their confident expression could drop into such a look so quick. Their eyes widen ever so slightly, eyebrows raising before a soft laugh leaves their chest, almost...flustered sounding.  

Man, what Elliott would do to hear it again.  

“I...Yes, you may.”   

It’s all the consent he needs before he’s reaching over, resting a hand on their cold cheek and vaguely understanding why they wore the gloves now. They felt chilly to the touch. Bloodhound, in turn, looks at him expectantly as they lean over the bath tub, hovering above him and letting their breath mingle at their closeness.  

It’s intimate.  

When their lips meet, both of Elliott’s hands come to rest on their cheeks, sliding into their hair with a low moan in his throat. They kiss him gently in turn, their hand resting on his chest to steady their body as they guide the kiss. When they lick into his mouth, he can vaguely taste himself, only serving to make a familiar whimper resound from his chest.  

When they part, Elliott takes the chance to surprise them again with a murmur of, “Can I have your number? You...you know, in case you get hungry again and I’m not working...?”  

Their looks  is  definitely worth it again when they lean back slightly, a crooked smirk upon their lips. “You are bold, Elliott Witt.”  

“That’s not a no.”  

“I suppose it is not.” They agree, eyes dancing with mischief as their eyes flicker to his lips when he licks them and bites down on his bottom lip. Bloodhound could sigh, he was too cute, even if they know the exact reason he’d want their number. And not just due to him wanting to get ‘chomped’ as he so put it.  

When Elliott beams brightly at them and tilts his head for another kiss, they feel that they are too weak to even consider denying him. Leaning in to take his lips again and again and again.  

They suppose that this was a rather unconventional way to try and seduce the dancer, but in the  end  it pays off when not a day later they receive a lengthy text of Elliott saying of what a good time he had and thanking them for the tip, as always. And that when could he catch them for a date?  

It would certainly be sweet, if he didn’t leave the damned vampire emoji at the end.  

[klaushargreevesofficial]

always

“i just had this cute idea for an imagine where Klaus helps the reader dress up for a date that unfortunately stands her up and Klaus tries to cheer her up with a candle light dinner “date” in the manor.”

anon, i hope you like this. i thoroughly enjoyed writing this! i think it’s the longest thing i’ve uploaded. i am SUCH a sucker for the best friends to lover trope. xo 

(klaus hargreeves x female reader) 

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“klaus, where’s my curling iron?” you shouted from the bathroom, down the hall to klaus’ room.

“i don’t know, and quite frankly, i think it’s a good thing that it’s gone. you don’t need it.” klaus sauntered into the bathroom and fluffed your hair up. “leave your hair.”

you tilted your head and looked in the mirror, making eye contact with klaus. he had been your best friend for as long as you could remember. you grew up together, your home a safe haven for klaus when his family, especially his dad was too much for him to handle. at this phase in your lives, though, the tables had turned and you practically lived in the hargreeves’ household. you and klaus might as well have been attached at the hip, doing everything together, from simple things like eating breakfast, to more absurd things, like you taking a shower while klaus sits on the closed toilet and talks to you.

on this particular night, though, you were getting ready for your first venture out of the hargreeves house without klaus. (well, first is a bit of a dramatization, but you were nervous to go anywhere without your platonic other half.) you had recently taken up dating apps, due to a realization that you, like all other living beings, were aging, and that the time to find your “true love” (your words) or “whatever bullshit” (klaus’ words) was running out. after hemming and hawing over the matches that you got on the app, you and klaus both had decided on one potential suitor, and you had made the date. klaus was helping you get ready, even though you both shared the same silent sentiment of not wanting to spend a night without the other.

“okay, so no curling iron,” you agreed. you looked up at him. “can i borrow your eyeliner? i can’t find mine.”

“y/n, do you seriously think i have my own eyeliner? i’ve been using yours this whole time.” and this, this development was so inexplicably funny that you doubled over in laughter, and while klaus whipped out your “missing” eyeliner, you had to try and control yourself so klaus could apply it. when you had finally relaxed, wiping the tears of joy from your eyes, you sat on the counter and tilted your chin up to allow klaus the best angle to apply the makeup.

when he finished, he kissed your forehead, signalling you to open your eyes. you grinned at him. “am i pretty?”

“always,” he replied, and you jumped off of the counter. sliding on your high heels, and adjusting your skirt (that you found hanging up in klaus’ closet), you turned to klaus.

“okay, give me the speech.” you held your arms out like a christ figure, figuratively embracing whatever klaus would say next.

“y/n,” he started, putting on a faux stern voice. “stay safe. keep your eyes on your drinks at all time, and don’t mix your liquor. unless you want to.” he shrugged. “keep your phone on and ready, and call me before you call the emergency services if anything happens.”

you grinned. “i am not calling you before i call the police, klaus. diego’s my number one on speed dial.” he gasped in playful horror. “just kidding. you’re first. after the police. love you, bye,” you said, dragging the “bye” out.

klaus bid you farewell, and you stepped out of the manor, past the gates, and waited on the curb for your date to pick you up. you had agreed on an eight o’clock meet up time, and it was 8:04 when you stepped out onto the concrete. as someone who was usually late, you applauded yourself for your near punctuality.

after another 10 minutes of standing out on the curb, you started to get frustrated. it didn’t cross your mind that your date could possibly be standing you up. no, at this point, you were tired of standing, especially in your heels. so, you kicked your shoes off, dashing into the street to grab one that you flung a bit too far into the road, and the plopped down onto the sidewalk, ass on the curb.

after an additional 30 minutes, at 8:45, you finally put the pieces together and decided that he wasn’t coming. you let out a loud groan and looked at the sky, cursing whatever higher being created both you and the unfortunate situation you were in. you tried to use your upper body to propel yourself to your feet, but you didn’t gain enough momentum and you fell back onto your ass, ripping a small hole in the skirt you were wearing.

without any premonition, you started to cry. full on, intense sobbing, as you grabbed your shoes and headed back into the hargreeves house. you passed the other hargreeves siblings on your way up to klaus’ room, but they were so used to you being there, that they hardly noticed you until they heard your sobs. but they knew, and you knew, that the most beneficial thing for you at that moment would be klaus.

you trudged up to his room, where he was lying on his bed listening to music. you flopped next to him and he jumped, startled at your presence. he lifted your chin to look at your face and chuckled sadly at your running eye makeup

“don’t laugh at me!” you cried, bursting into a new round to tears. klaus sat up and pulled you up with him to wrap his arms around you.

“calm down. what happened?” he asked, even though he was already pretty aware.

after catching your breath, you told klaus what had occured, or rather, what hadn’t. “oh, and, i ripped a hole in my skirt, and i know you like this skirt and tonight has just been so shitty, i don’t even know what to do!”

klaus murmured something, something you assumed was for ben. “go take a shower, y/n. i’ll make the bed and get everything ready for you.’

you rolled out of the bed, sniffling and wiping your eyes. “do i look like shit?”

“you look pretty, y/n. like always.”

you gave him a half smile and dragged yourself to the bathroom. after undressing and starting the shower, you stared at yourself in the mirror for a long time, waiting for the bathroom to steam up. you were so grateful for klaus. you wouldn’t have had anywhere to go or anyone to vent to if not for him. and for him to know exactly what you needed, a hot shower, was not surprising, but in this situation, it was very poignant for you.

you stepped into the shower, still thinking about klaus. this was normal for you both, hanging out, supporting each other. why were you so hung up on it? as you washed your hair, you had an epiphany, one that was probably very apparent to anyone outside of you and klaus’ close friendship. you were, simply put, in love with klaus. more than a friend, more than a best friend. you rinsed your hair quickly and shut off the shower, wrapping yourself in a towel and sprinting back to klaus’ room. your feet were still wet, so you stumbled a bit, but you steadied yourself in the doorway. there was klaus, wearing a pair of pajama pants you had bought for him (you bought yourself matching ones, obviously), and candles. so many candles.

“klaus,” you started, but he cut you off.

“i know your date was shitty, so i made you a do-over. it’s not as fancy, but i--” he was gesturing to two peanut butter sandwiches he had made and his pseudo-restaurant setup on the floor when you cut him off.

“i love you.”

“i love you too, y/n, are the candles too much? i thought it would make it more..um, fancy.”

“the candles are fine, klaus. listen to me. i love you.” you put your hands on his shoulders and looked directly into his eyes.

“i heard you, i said i love you too.” he was confused. you two always talked about how much you loved each other, so this didn’t feel like anything out of the ordinary, save for the seriousness in your voice.

“no, klaus, like, i love you. more than a friend. i shouldn’t have even tried to go on a date tonight. i want to be with you. always. more than a friend.” you stopped and took a deep breath. until that moment, you hadn’t realized how detrimental this could have been to your friendship. it hadn’t even crossed your mind that klaus could potentially not feel the same way.

and then, you were kissing. klaus had his hands on your cheeks, and you sighed a breath of relief. you kissed, and kissed, and you kissed until the candle wicks were reduced to nearly nothing.

when you guys finally took a break, breathing heavily, he grinned. “i love you too. more than a friend. now let’s eat these sandwiches, because i worked hard on them, and neither of us have eaten tonight. sorry about that, by the way.” he thought for a moment. “but not, actually, because i got you out of it.”

you rolled your eyes playfully, sitting on the floor and picking up your sandwich. klaus closely followed, and you tapped your sandwiches together. “cheers, my love,” klaus said.

“cheers, baby.”

[s-horne]

25. “Why don’t you take a picture? It’ll last longer” (Steve/Tony)

this is a follow-up piece to this high-school reunion piece that I wrote - warnings for past bullying and homophobic language apply 

 Tony hummed, his gaze drifting from Steve’s face. “Oh yes. The delightful football team. I did wonder when they’d catch you.” He paused and readjusted his grip on Steve’s shoulders, his hands absent-mindedly drifting up to play with his hair. “Why are they all staring at me like you’ve turned purple?”

“Huh?” Steve said distractedly, before he followed Tony’s eyeline over his shoulder. “Oh, them… right.” He dug into his pocket and lifted up $100. “Fancy dinner?”

Tony’s mouth fell open and he laughed in disbelief. “They didn’t!”

“Oh yeah,” Steve grinned, “those fucking idiots just gave me $100 to make out with my fiancé. Champagne? It’s on them.”

Tony threw his head back and laughed loudly. “They look like they’ve just found out Santa isn’t real. Oh my God, did they really not know about you?”

Steve leant forward and pressed a kiss to the hollow of Tony’s throat. “Apparently not. Are they still looking?”

“Yeah.” Tony grinned and slid his hand down to cup Steve’s neck. “Don’t think they know how to look away, to be honest, babe. Pretty sure Chad’s just choked on his drink. Anyone know CPR?”

Steve nipped Tony’s neck lightly before he pulled away and straightened up. “Does it matter if no one does?”

Tony grinned and smacked Steve’s shoulder. “Stop it, you. You’re better than that.”

“Not when it comes to you, I’m not,” Steve replied and leant forward to catch Tony’s lips once more. “You should have heard what they were saying about you.”

Tony tangled his fingers in Steve’s hair and tugged ever so slightly. “Hey, stop it. I don’t care. They can’t hurt me anymore, alright?”

“No, it’s not alright. Tony, the stuff they said – it’s disgusting. It’s vile; hateful, even. It’s not true, either.”

Tony surged forward and kissed Steve on the corner of his mouth, hard and long. “Stop it,” he murmured, his hot breath tickling Steve’s lips. “I don’t want to hear what they said; I don’t care about them or their opinions.”

Steve sighed and looped his arms around Tony’s shoulders. “I still want to punch them in the face. All of them. Multiple times.”

“Well, you’re going to have to suppress that urge, babe, cause they’re coming over and I don’t want a scene.”

“What?”

“Mhm,” Tony pressed one last kiss to Steve’s slack moth and pulled away, dropping his hands to his sides. “Brace for impact in 3, 2 1…”

 “So,” Chad started when the group arrived, breaking the awkward silence with his dulcet tones. “Science nerd.”

Tony clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and lifted a hand to rest against Steve’s chest, almost holding him back from surging forward and decking the prick.

“I tend to go by Tony now,” he said smoothly, holding out his hand.

Chad just stared at him blankly, but Adam stepped forward and accepted the offering. “It’s been a while, Tony.”

“Hm.” It was obvious that Tony didn’t trust any of these men, his eyes darting from one to another in quick succession.

“Managed to bag the Captain, then,” Callum said, his eyes glinting dangerously as he took Tony’s hand next, his own grip visibly too strong. “Finally.”

Steve’s lips pulled back into a snarl, but Tony just shrugged lightly.

“Only had to get on my knees once and he was mine. Shame you never got to try me. Might have loosened you up.”

“Oh, you little fucking–”

Before Callum could finish his reply, Steve stepped forward, half-blocking Tony from the man’s sight.

“Don’t try it,” he said lowly, almost praying that his ex-linebacker was drunk enough to actually throw a punch. Callum had always been one of the quickest to resort to anger; his vocabulary not as biting as anyone else’s for him to win an argument that way and Steve could have done with the excuse to start something. Of course, Steve wanted a punch that he would easily block. If so much as a feather actually hit Tony then someone was going home in an ambulance – and it sure as hell wouldn’t be Steve’s partner.

“So this is actually a thing?” Adam cut in, voice incredulous and eyebrows raised. “You and Steve? Our Steve? Captain of the football team and the captain of the… what were you again? The nerd squad.”

“The Decathlon team,” Tony replied smoothly, not rising to the bait and ignoring Kyle’s snort. “Who knew that football players could be gay, right? Oh, and he was never your Steve.”

Steve grinned and turned to press a kiss to Tony’s temple. Once upon a time no one would have ever believed that Tony would stand up to the entire football team, not even to one of them let alone the whole group all together.

Tony caught sight of the looks on the faces of the men crowding him and rolled his eyes. Steve could feel his heart pounding away in his chest due to his proximity, but Tony made no show of it on his face.

“Why don’t you just take a picture?” he snarked, shoulders tense and mouth twisted. “It’ll certainly last longer. Maybe even long enough for you to get home and bea–”

“You’d better fucking watch it–”

“I swear, Cal,” Steve said, his voice almost a growl. He thought back to the one time Callum had actually been put in his place and lifted his chin, pulling out the one threat he knew would work. “Buck taught me a few moves if you’d like a demonstration. Take one step closer and I swear you’ll regret it.”

Callum let out an angry curse, but eventually let his shoulders fall as he straightened up, his eyes still throwing daggers at Tony.

There was a tense beat of silence before Tony patted his hand against Steve’s chest and coughed lightly, turning away from the group before he had finished talking.

“Well, as wonderful as this trip down memory lane has been, we really must be getting home.”

“How much did you pay him? Cause we paid him $100 to kiss you, so you must be offering something pretty good in order to get him here to fake this whole fucked up thing.”

Tony froze and Steve saw red as Chad’s voice rung out above the music, each word bitingly cold.

“Because there’s no way we actually believe this. Even if Steve did turn into… one of your kind, there have to better choices than you.”

Steve didn’t even take a breath before he spun on his heel and his hand shot out, twisting in Chad’s blazer as he glared with as much venom as he could muster.

“Don’t you ever, ever, insinuate anything like that again,” he swore, taking so much pleasure in the glint of fear he caught in the man’s eyes. “I won’t let you do this anymore. Not now, not ever. I love this man more than any of you would ever be able to un–”

“Oh, there you are.”

Steve cut himself off when a blonde woman came tottering over with a cocktail in one hand and a beer in the other. She draped herself over Isiah’s back as she pushed the beer into his grip, smiling at the group and seemingly oblivious to any tension.

Or maybe she was just used to it, Steve thought as a bitter taste filled his mouth.

Steve fell silent and uncurled his hand from Chad’s jacket, stepping back and feeling Tony’s hand smooth over his hip. As angry as he was, he wasn’t one to swear around women if he could help it and he relaxed into Tony’s touch, taking comfort from the barest hint of warmth seeping through his shirt.

“Who are these?” the woman asked, her smile too wide for her to be entirely sober and her neck so covered with jewels it was a wonder she could even stand up. “I haven’t met you two, yet. Did you go here too? Oh, are you two,” she lowered her voice and leant forward almost conspiratorially as her eyes zoned in on Tony’s hand creeping back up Steve’s heaving chest, “together?”

Steve stared at her with derision and could almost feel Tony’s lifted eyebrows and judgemental stare.

“Yes. Have been since we left here,” Steve answered as politely as he could manage with the red mist still blurring his vision. Reliving the memories of his relationship with Tony had him softening ever so slightly and he allowed his jaw to relax minutely so that his next words weren’t as bitten.

“As soon as we were away from this place and the people,” he said, throwing a glare to his side and watching as Adam shrank away, “we reconnected at MIT.”

Kyle muttered something under his breath to Chad and it took every ounce of strength in Steve’s body not to rearrange his face. It was only the woman’s impressed gasp that kept him in place; that and the sudden surge of pride that flowed through him.

“Yes, Tony completed two degrees there before he went to Columbia for his second PhD. I followed him back to New York and we got married the following fall.”

Tony hissed his name, but Steve wasn’t deterred. He loved any chance to brag about his partner and these tossers deserved to know exactly how smart Tony was. The whole fucking world did.

“Oh, how wonderful,” Isiah’s wife cried, beaming up at her husband and curling into his side despite his grimace. “Our darling niece has just applied to Columbia. We’re ever so proud of her.”

Isiah saluted them with his beer, a look of pride taking over the discomfort in his expression, and Steve saw a wonderful opportunity fall right in his lap.

“So has my daughter,” Kyle butted in smoothly, his first genuine smile of the night growing on his face. “She’s on track to get in as well. About to graduate; from here, actually.”

“That’s great,” Steve enthused, suddenly all smiles and bright eyes. He wrapped his arm around Tony’s waist and squeezed his fingers into Tony’s hip once, twice, three times. Waiting until Isiah lifted his beer to his lips, Steve nodded conversationally, “you know, Tony’s actually on the admissions board at Columbia. Gets to read all the applications and have a say in the final decisions.”

Isiah spluttered on the sip he’d taken and Kyle paled dramatically.

“Right,” Tony said and clicked his fingers loudly, “I knew I recognised a few of the names on there.”

“Isn’t it just so wonderful when you know someone in admissions?”

Isiah’s wife lit up at Steve’s words and she bounced on her dangerously-high heels. “Oh, darling. You never said your friend was working at Columbia. Oh, gosh. You know, we’d never ask you for anything,” she simpered, batting her eyes and leaning against her husband’s shoulder, “but as you and Iz are such great friends…”

She trailed off with a hopeful bite of her lip and Steve nodded, his grin sharpening as he met Kyle’s eyes. “Mm. And thank God that there aren’t any grudges or old feuds holding the process up.” Steve let his smile drop as he tugged Tony even closer, voice sharper than steel, “because that would really fuck things up for everyone, wouldn’t it?”

Another silence fell over the group, this one thicker and even more tense. All of the men looked between each other until Tony leant closer to Steve and dropped his gaze to the floor in embarrassment.

“This time, we really are going,” he said, his voice soft and unsure, barely finishing his sentence before Callum stepped forward menacingly.

“You’ve overstayed your welcome,” Adam spat out, “get the fuck out, you disgusting fags.”

Steve held his breath, trying desperately to keep himself out of jail, but Tony just shrugged, lifting his eyes back up and meeting Kyle’s stare dead-on. When he spoke again, he had gained back some of his fire and a sudden burst of confidence that warmed Steve’s chest.

“Fine by me,” he snapped back, voice calm and strong. “I wouldn’t want to feel welcome in a place that you felt accepted anyway. Please pass my best wishes on to your daughter, Kyle, and your niece, Isiah.”

With that, Tony grabbed at Steve’s hand and pulled him towards the exit, striding out with his head held high. It wasn’t until they were out of the school building completely and standing by their car that Tony deflated like a burst balloon and his knees gave out.

Steve caught him and held him tight to his body, one hand curled around the base of his neck and the other around his waist, swaying them both slightly as Tony clutched almost desperately at his shoulders.

“It’s over,” Steve muttered lowly, “you don’t ever have to see them again. You did so well, sweetheart. So, so well. God, I’m so proud of you.”

Tony let out a shuddering breath and sniffed loudly, his body trembling in the crisp air. Neither men said anything more until Tony gave one last, sharp inhale and straightened up. Steve cupped his cheek and gave him a soft smile.

“You were amazing,” he breathed, his thumb wiping away any trace of a tear on Tony’s cheek before he leant forward and gave him a long, slow kiss.

“I’m nothing to do with admissions,” Tony murmured, tilting his head when Steve started working his way down his throat and opening his legs to let Steve crowd him up against the car door, “and even if I was, you don’t see names on the applications anyway.”

Steve grinned and ground his hips against Tony’s, pressing a kiss to the shell of his ear and blowing lightly. “I know that and you know that, but it’s pretty much a rule that everyone lies at reunions. And anyway, did you see their fucking faces? Let’s let the dickheads stew for a bit. They deserve it.”

“You’re awful.”

Steve hummed as he started leaving a trail of kisses along Tony’s jawline, nipping lightly at his chin before catching his lips for a deep kiss. “I didn’t protect you nearly enough back then, so let me start now.”

Tony smiled softly and tugged Steve closer. “Baby, you did everything you could without hurting yourself. It’s okay.”

“It’s not,” Steve whispered, catching Tony’s hand and lifting it to his lips, his eyes falling closed as he relished in the cold metal of Tony’s wedding band against his mouth. “It’s not and I regret it every day. Say the word and I’ll go in there and shout from the stage how much you mean to me and how little they mean to the world.”

Tony laughed brightly and took his hand back so that he could catch Steve’s lips with his own.

“Or,” he murmured without pulling away so that his lips moved against his partner’s, his voice low and husky, “you could take me home and show me.”

[valentines-in-london]

I Need Fire (Part 6)

Authors Note:  Don’t hate me for what I did at the end of this chapter!!  I tried to make it so you could emphasize with both sides, let me know what you think.   Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Angst Word Count: 6,526 Taglist: @freddiessmallnipples @triplehaitches

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Chapter 6

Rayne walked through the door to her apartment after an exhausting day at work, to make matters worse she was running late.  Everything in the office got backed up today and she left thirty minutes later than expected, and she was meeting Tommy for dinner tonight.  She had to get ready as fast as possible.  Rayne went to her closet, grabbed a black dress that hugged her curves in all the right spots, a cute lacy bra and matching underwear before making her way to the bathroom to change.

“Oh fuck!”  Rayne cried out when she turned toward the bathroom covering her eyes. “Hello Vince.”

Vince was walking back towards Jo’s bedroom, the only problem was, he was stark naked.  Jo and Vince had gotten back together and were actually exclusively dating each other.  Rayne thought back to when Jo said to her that she and Tommy were so sweet it gave her cavities. Vince and Jo were inseparable since getting back together; Vince would even go by Jo’s campus every day to pick her up after classes.  “Hey Ray.”  Rayne couldn’t see the smile on Vince’s face but she could absolutely hear it.

“Vince, who are you, oh-sorry Ray.”  Rayne heard Jo’s voice, she assumed Jo had come out of the bedroom.  The couple giggled and Rayne heard the door to Jo’s room shut.  She quickly went into the bathroom and started to change.  Tommy wouldn’t tell her where he was taking her for dinner but he did tell her to dress up.  That notion was slightly foreign to Rayne, she loved fashion but didn’t have many items of fancy clothing.  The dress she picked was simple and had a swoop neck to tastefully show off her chest, the dress came in around her waist and then flowed out at the hips ending down just above the knees.  Luckily California was going through a warm fall because she didn’t have a warmer dress.  Rayne grabbed her makeup bag and began digging around, she didn’t have a ton of time so she simply grabbed a champagne shimmer eyeshadow which popped on her eyelids, and she dramatically lined her eyes with brown eyeliner, smoking it out with a brush giving her an exotic look.  Of course she pushed her hair back and dragged some, okay a lot, of peach blush from her hairline down to her cheeks.

Just as she was about to put her lipstick on there was a knock at the door.  Shit!  Tommy was at the apartment.  Rayne rushed out of the bathroom towards the front door, opening it up for him.  “Hey, I’m so sorry I’m a bit behind, I got out of work later than expected.”  Tommy leaned down and gave Rayne a soft kiss on her lips.

“Our reservations are for 7, you have some time.”  Tommy smiled.  Rayne sighed before taking a look at Tommy.  He was in a pair of black jeans, a white button up shirt and a black blazer.  Even Tommy’s hair was more tame, it was still voluminous but it wasn’t quite as dramatically feathered as usual.

“Well you clean up nice.”  Rayne nodded cocking her eyebrow.

“Yeah well, I didn’t want to embarrass you.”  Tommy shuffled is feet looking down.  Rayne reached up and cupped Tommy’s cheek in her hand, “You could walk into wherever we’re going naked, and it wouldn’t embarrass me.”

Tommy smiled in response.  “I have to finish my makeup and touch up my hair, come with me.”

Rayne led Tommy back to the bathroom where he sat down on the closed toilet seat and watched as Rayne finished getting ready.  Rayne could feel Tommy’s eyes on her, studying her intently.  “You’re making this very difficult.”

“I’m just appreciating your beauty.”  Tommy spoke genuinely causing Rayne to smile as she applied her bright red lipstick to her full lips.  She grabbed a small brush to even out any small mistakes she made with applying the color straight from the bullet.  Rayne never liked her makeup to be too perfect, she always thought it was sexier if it was a little messy.

“What do you think, hair up or down?”  Rayne asked facing Tommy pulling her hair up in a high pony tail and then letting it fall down around her shoulders down to the middle of her back.

“I like it any way, but I can see your face better when you put it up.”  Tommy cocked his head to the side.

“And that’s a good thing?”  Rayne teased watching as Tommy’s face fell about to protest her question.  “I’m kidding Tommy. I’m just kidding.”

Rayne took her hair in her hands and grabbed a hair tie.  She smoothed out any bumps that her unruly curls naturally created before tightly tying her hair.  She took a few bobby pins to keep it high up and in place.  Despite the pony tail, Rayne’s hair still hung down her back.  Tommy leaned forward putting his elbow on the bathroom counter. “You really are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

Rayne turned towards Tommy sighing at his words.  She couldn’t help smiling down at him, she extended her hand to him and Tommy quickly grabbed onto it.  Sometimes Rayne couldn’t believe Tommy was actually real, his heart was so pure, it blew her mind most of the time.  “Let me just get my jewelry and we can go.”

When she left the room it was as if the apartment became twenty degrees cooler.  She got the same feeling she had when Tommy first started pursuing her; the air around them was electric.  Rayne grabbed a necklace and some medium sized hoop earrings.  Returning back to the bathroom Rayne put her hoops in before she handed the necklace to Tommy.  “Would you mind?”

Tommy happily stood up taking the silver necklace from Rayne, standing behind her he brought the necklace up to her neck before bringing it around to clasp it.  He gently placed his hands on her shoulders rubbing them as he spoke. “You ready?”

“Yeah let’s go.”  

Tommy brought them to a really fancy steakhouse, as the two were seated Rayne looked around at the fancy chandeliers totally blown away. “Tommy this place is way too fancy for us.  We should go.”

“No way dude, I’ve been craving a steak for ever!”  Tommy smiled happily while Rayne leaned in. “You do realize I could teach you how to cook a steak right?  It’s not that hard.”

“Next time.”  Tommy smiled before looking through the menu.  “I’m going to destroy this t-bone steak.”

“Is that some form of cannibalism?  T-bone, eating a t-bone.”  Rayne joked.  

The two ordered drinks and their meals and fell into easy conversation.  They talked about everything from the upcoming record release, Rayne accidentally walking in on a nurse and doctor in her office having sex, and of course making sure the plan was not to dine and dash (thankfully it wasn’t). “Oh!  I forgot to tell you.  I heard Live Wire on KNAC last night before I went to sleep. I almost screamed I was so excited for you guys.”

Tommy smiled, “Yeah according to Zutaut local radio is going crazy for Live Wire.”

“That’s incredible Tommy,” Rayne reached across the table and rested her hand on top of his.  “Any word about the Canadian tour?  Tom said if local radio started playing the song he could get you that tour.”

Their waiter brought out the food setting each meal on the table in front of the couple, and their conversation continued.  “Yeah, apparently it’s gonna start next month. They already started promoting the shows up there.”

Rayne’s heart fell slightly, the tour was starting soon much sooner than Rayne had anticipated.  But at the same time this was unquestionably huge for the band and she couldn’t help but be happy for them.  Rayne took a deep breath making sure to mask any signs of her feelings, “Tommy that’s great.  How many dates?”

“Not many, eighteen, all across the country.  The record company has some plans for us while we’re there for publicity.”  Rayne was about to ask Tommy to explain more about that before he changed the subject, “I’ve never left the States before.  Have you?”

“Left America?  No, I hope to one day.  I’ve always wanted to go to England.”  Rayne replied, she absolutely had the itch to travel but really had no one to do it with, maybe Jo when she was finally done school.

“We’ll go.  I promise.”  Tommy spoke with utter conviction.  She had no doubt Tommy would get there eventually.  Rayne nodded her head smiling at Tommy.

“Tommy I’m going to tell you something.  You are like my dream, I, well I didn’t have the greatest childhood and I basically gave up on romance and love a long time ago.  I told myself that I would be content reading about it in books and in movies but I never dared to dream that I could ever experience life in that way for fear of disappointment.  Then you come along and completely turn everything upside down in the most wonderful way ever.  I know I keep walls up, and I know I’m not the most open woman in the world and I suck at expressing how I feel.  But I want you to know that you make me very happy.  So I guess I should say thank you.”  Rayne poured her heart out.  Damn, she wasn’t even drunk.

Tommy looked at the beautiful woman in front of him, her words shook him to the core, and a pang of guilt hit him.  He had to talk to her about what the record company wanted them to do in Canada, and him specifically.  Tommy got up out of his seat across from Rayne and slid into the booth next to her, his brown eyes locked with Rayne’s green ones.  Tommy slowly lowered his head and kissed Rayne gently on the lips.  “You don’t have to thank me for anything.  You deserve to be loved, you deserve to feel beautiful, and you deserve romance.  And I’ll spend my entire life making sure you always feel that way, if you’ll let me.”

Rayne smiled up at him and placed another kiss on his lips.  “You’re sweet.  Now get back over on your side of the table before we get kicked out of here.”

“Yes ma’am.”  

Later that night Tommy and Rayne walked the streets of Hollywood holding hands while they held ice cream comes in their free hand.  “Tonight was fun Tommy.”  Rayne smiled licking the last of rainbow sprinkles off her ice cream.

“I’m glad you enjoyed.  Anytime I’m in your presence I have fun.”  Tommy pulled Rayne closer to him as the two kept walking before straightening his arm and moving away from her again.  The two continued like that until they got to a nice empty park. The moon was full so everything was illuminated.  “You wanna dance with me?”

“Tommy there’s no music.”  Rayne laughed, “And you can’t dance.”

“If you’re really quiet you’ll hear the music.”  Tommy pulled Rayne towards him raising their hands up next to him and placing his hand at the small of her back. Rayne smiled up at Tommy and sighed as she closed her eyes.  And damn it if he wasn’t right, Rayne could hear the sounds of “Keep On Loving You” by REO Speedwagon dancing on the November air and surrounding them, someone was probably playing it with the windows open.  The two swayed back and forth next to the jungle gym, Rayne resting her head on Tommy’s chest.

And I meant Every word I said When I said that I loved you I meant that I’d love you forever

“See I told you, you could hear it if you listen close.”  Tommy whispered in her ear before dipping her down causing Rayne to let out a gleeful laugh.  

Baby, I’m gonna keep on loving you ‘Cause it’s the only thing I wanna do I don’t want to sleep, I just want to keep on lovin’ you

When Tommy placed Rayne back on her feet the two were a mess of smiles and laughter.  At that moment Rayne felt like she was on top of the world, her heart sang for the man in front of her and he returned the sentiment ten fold.  “So you’re not going to call me a dork?”

Rayne’s heart began to race, she’d genuinely never felt like this before at any point in her entire life.  It was as if she was standing at the edge of a cliff. For once in her life she listened to her heart and not her head.  “No I’m not.  Tommy, I love you.”

The words effortlessly fell from her lips, surprising even Rayne.  She looked up at Tommy for reassurance, that listening to her heart was the right thing to do.  Tommy’s eyes were wide, absolutely shocked by Rayne’s proclamation. For a moment he didn’t believe his ears.  He looked down at Rayne who was looking at him with utter vulnerability and in that moment his heart soared.  He quickly grabbed Rayne lifting her up so that Rayne had to wrap her legs around his hips.  “Tommy I’m going to break you!”

“You love me?”  Tommy looked up at a nodding smiling Rayne convinced this was the happiest moment of his life.  Rayne leaned her head down slightly to gently kiss Tommy.  “Come on, follow me.”

The two made their way back to Tommy’s beat up car.  As the two drove they kept their hands clasped tightly together while Tommy drove.  Occasionally one would bring the others hand up to their lips to kiss the others knuckles.  As Tommy drove Rayne started to not notice the surroundings. “Uh Tommy, where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”  Was Tommy’s simple response.  Rayne leaned forward a small smile playing on her lips.  “Tommy both of our apartments are back that way.”

Tommy didn’t respond as the California palm trees continued to pass them by for about ten more minutes until he pulled into a parking space.  Taking the key out of the ignition Tommy opened the car door walking in front of the car he opened the door for Rayne to get out.  Rayne was still utterly confused as she took Tommy’s hand.  Together they climbed a set of stairs until they arrived at a door with the number 76 in silver.  “Tommy what are we-“ Rayne began before Tommy pulled out a key and dangled it in front of her.  “I bought a condo.  It’s mine.”

Rayne’s jaw dropped.  “Holy shit Tommy.  Congratulations!”

Tommy smiled and inserted the key before twisting the doorknob opening the door.  Hand in hand they entered the condo, Tommy reached for a light switch to illuminate the place.  To say it was the complete and total opposite of the apartment she had first met Tommy in was an understatement.  Everything was clean, there were no beer bottles littering the floor, no cigarette stains on the carpet.  Shit there was even a piano in the living room.  It almost looked as if Tommy didn’t even live there.  “This is actually you’re place right?  You didn’t mug some guy for his key or something?  This place is beautiful!”

Tommy let out a laugh, “Well if I’m being honest I asked someone at the record company to hook me up with someone to decorate the place.  I took my part of the record company advance and put it towards this.  I wanted it to be a surprise.”

“Oh it’s a surprise alright.”  Rayne continued to look around the place before turning to Tommy, “Why get a condo though?  You had the apartment with the band.”

“Yeah but I couldn’t take you back to that apartment.”  Tommy smiled devilishly.

“You’ve gotta be fucking with me, you did not buy a condo because of me.”  Rayne put her hand on the marble counter top in the kitchen.

“It was definitely a big reason.” Tommy smiled placing his hands behind her thighs lifting Rayne up onto the counter making her squeal.  Tommy settled between her legs.  “I know you have your own apartment Rayne, but I wanted to get a place that we could both enjoy.  This place is as much yours as it is mine.”

“No Tommy, it’s your place.  You bought it.”  Rayne logically reasoned placing her hand on Tommy’s chest.

“That’s true, but it’s also yours Rayne. Just like I am.”  Rayne’s heart melted before she leaned in to kiss Tommy.  The kisses began soft and tender, but soon the heat between the two took over.  Rayne pushed Tommy’s blazer off his shoulders as she slid her tongue into his mouth.  Rayne heard the jacket hit the floor just as Tommy broke the kiss and picked her up and threw her over his shoulder causing Rayne to laugh out loud.

“Tommy how are you so fucking skinny but you can throw me over your shoulder like a caveman?”  Rayne giggled looking down at the floor.

“I’m a drummer babe I gotta have upper body strength.”  Tommy replied giving her ass a loud playful smack.  Tommy continued to walk to the bedroom of the condo, he crossed the threshold and gently placed Rayne back onto her feet smiling at her as she looked around the bedroom.  Tommy wanted the bedroom to be cozy and it absolutely was.  The big bed against the wall was decked out in a lush black comforter and the pillows and sheets were bright red.  There was a big bay window next to the bed that overlooked Los Angeles’ bright lights below them.  He even had a small book shelf next to the closet.

“Are those rose petals on the bed Tommy?” Rayne pointed back to the comforter.

“Mmmhmm.”  Tommy grinned leaning back in for a kiss.

“Okay now I’m gonna say it.  You’re such a dork.”  Rayne smiled as she wrapped her arms around Tommy’s neck. Tommy reached down and gently began to ease Rayne’s black dress up and off her body.

“As much as I love this dress on you, I think I like it better on the floor.”  Tommy tried to be smooth as he lifted the dress over her head and dropped it on the floor.

“At least you didn’t rip this dress.” Rayne giggled looking up at Tommy as she began unbuttoning his white shirt, sliding that off his shoulder and throwing it in the pile of discarded clothes.  

“Lay down on the bed.”  Tommy gently ordered.  Rayne grinned before turning towards the bed.  She took her time making sure to accentuate her hips swaying back and forth as she knew Tommy loved her ass.  When she got to the bed Rayne lifted her right knee up onto the king size bed and began crawling up towards the pillows. When she reached the pillows she slowly turned around, bending her left leg at the knee, resting back on her elbows and faced Tommy.  Grabbing a handful of petals she dusted them all over her body.

“You enjoying the show handsome?  I’m a little lonely up here and would enjoy some company.”  Rayne spoke in a husky voice rocking her left leg back and forth.

“Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are?  You’re a temptress.” Tommy walked up to the bed locking eyes with Rayne.  As he was about to get onto the bed Rayne quickly held her hand up to stop him.

“Nope, this is a no pants zone.  If I have to be up here in a bra and panties you can’t be wearing jeans.”  Tommy happily unzipped his pants and quickly removed the jeans, leaving him in boxer briefs.  Rayne was actually surprised he was even wearing underwear.  “Now you can get on the bed.”

Tommy crawled on top of Rayne in bed, she spread her legs so he could settle between them.  Tommy looked down at Rayne who was looking up at him with utter adoration.  “You’re not going to keep me waiting are you?”

“No baby.”  Tommy whispered against her lips before placing a kiss upon them. “No more waiting.”

“Oh thank god.”  Rayne giggled.  Tommy began kissing down Rayne’s chest, when he got to her bra he saw the front clasp and made quick work to pop the clasp open.  Rayne was in utter bliss as Tommy lavished her breasts with licks, sucks and kisses while she grinded against his hips.  She and Tommy hadn’t had a ton of alone time as of late, if they were at Rayne’s apartment Jo was usually there, and if they were out at a club, well that goes without saying why they didn’t have privacy.  To have time with Tommy that was just for the two of them, it was pure heaven.

Rayne opened her eyes when Tommy’s hands made their way up to her breasts and began to squeeze them softly pinching her nipples.  “Fuck Tommy.”

“Your tits are fucking perfect baby.” Tommy said appreciatively. Rayne smiled up at him. “They’re way more than a handful.”

“Which makes them perfect for me.”  Tommy grinned before bringing his mouth down to Rayne’s nipple once more.  Rayne was so wound up she didn’t know if she could take much more teasing.

“Tommy as much as I love foreplay, the last few months have basically been just that.  I want you to fuck me.”  Rayne spoke with passion running her fingers through his soft hair. Tommy looked up at Rayne. “Oh baby I’m not going to fuck you.”

“Tommy I swear to god if you say I’m going to make love you to, my legs will close faster than you can get the words out.”  Rayne laughed.  She always hated the term “make love” yes there was a difference between sex that meant something and fucking, but making love?  Nope she hated it.

“God damn you are so bossy.”  Tommy winked at her before he got off of her body reaching into the drawer next to his bed for a condom.  

“You love me.”  Rayne smiled from beneath him.

“That I do baby.  That I do.”  Tommy breathed as he put the wrapper between his teeth effortlessly tearing the package and pulling the condom out.  Tommy began rolling on the condom, “The first night I met you, I told Nikki I wanted you so bad I would do anything to fuck you.”

“Mmm did you now?”  Rayne squirmed as Tommy grabbed his dick and began rubbing it up and down her wet slit until he slowly circled her clit with it.  Rayne was about to say something when Tommy slowly began to enter her causing her to throw her head back and moan her appreciation as he filled her up inch by inch.  “Fuck Tommy!”

Tommy rested his hands on either side of Rayne’s face and began moving in and out of her at a steady rhythm.  Tommy consistently whispered words of adoration in Rayne’s ear, you feel so good, you’re so tight, you’re perfect, and Rayne’s favorite I love you.  Tommy paused to sit up on his haunches causing Rayne to grab him trying to pull him back on top of her.  Tommy shooed away her grasps and lifted her leg so that it rested on his shoulder so he could continue to pump into her but this time much deeper.  He reached down and began rubbing his thumb against Rayne’s exposed clit which caused Rayne to come undone at the seams. “Fuck.”  Rayne moaned stretching below him, “Oh my god Tommy.” Tommy wrapped his hands behind Rayne’s back, pulling her up to be flush against him.  

“I’m not done with you yet, turn around baby.” Tommy whispered and Rayne did as she was told.  At that point Tommy could’ve asked her to do anything and she probably would have complied. Rayne got on all fours, arching her back so her ass was up in the air.  Of course Tommy took the opportunity to give it a loud smack. “God damn it Tommy why do you always spank me?”

“Did I hurt you?”  Tommy asked genuinely as he soothingly rubbed his hand over the skin he had just hit.  

“No, it’s just I’m never expecting it.”  Rayne giggled.  “I don’t hate it.  It actually feels good.”

“Fuck ask and you shall receive baby.” Tommy smiled bringing his hand down against the same spot making Rayne hiss in response.  Rayne was surprised when she felt Tommy lean down to place gentle kisses against her sore flesh.  Tommy kissed her there and trailed kisses up her spine until he got to her shoulder.  “You ready?”  Rayne nodded and soon she felt his cock at her entrance again.  This time Tommy wasn’t as gentle, his pace was immediate and fast, wanting to find his own release as well as Rayne’s.  

The sound of their skin slapping against each other was driving Rayne mad.  This time wasn’t about connection for either of them, this was primal, like it was in the bathroom of Gazarri’s.  Tommy grabbed Rayne’s pony tail, gently pulling her up as a signal he wanted her to come up to him.  Rayne happily complied to this subtle demand.  Her back was flush against Tommy’s chest while he continued to move inside of her.  Tommy reached his hand up to Rayne’s ponytail easing the band from her hair so that her red curls fell past her shoulders and down her back.  Rayne reached an arm up to Tommy’s face, pulling him towards her for a kiss.  And soon Tommy was putting his hand on her back pushing her down to the bed. He still kept a handful of her hair pulling on it as he thrusted into her. “I love your fucking hair.”  

Rayne smiled to herself while moving her hand down her body towards her pussy to rub her clit while Tommy pumped in and out of her.  She soon found a rhythm that made her cry out and she knew she wouldn’t last much longer.

“Fuck Tommy, fu- I’m gonna come again. Please don’t stop.”  Rayne begged.

“Rayne!”  Tommy cried out her name as he came into the condom.  Tommy laid himself down next to Rayne, discarding the used condom in the garbage.  The two laid in mostly silence except for their gasps for air.  Rayne rolled over against Tommy and gently began kissing all over his face.  “You’re a fucking god in bed.  Do you know that?  I don’t care if that boosts your ego, it deserves to be boosted.”

Tommy turned smiling widely at Rayne.  “I aim to please baby.”

“Mission fucking accomplished.”  Rayne smiled.  The two continued to kiss and she was shocked when Tommy grinded against her and she felt his hard on again.  “Tommy there’s no way.  You’re fucking hard!”

Now it was Rayne’s turn to have some fun, she climbed on top of Tommy, reaching into the drawer he had gotten the condom from earlier.  She grabbed one and ripped the package open with her teeth before putting the condom in her mouth.  Tommy looked utterly confused until Rayne scooted herself down and began to roll the condom on Tommy’s dick with her mouth.  Tommy moaned and Rayne couldn’t help but smile, she had some tricks up her sleeve too.  Rayne spun herself around so her back was facing Tommy.  She knew he loved her ass so she knew he would like her in this position.  Rayne slowly lowered herself onto Tommy’s cock.  “God damn Rayne.”

Rayne made sure to keep herself leaning slightly forward so Tommy could watch himself slide in and out of her as she bounced onto him.  “I thought you’d like me like this.”

Tommy’s hands rested on Rayne’s hips moving up and down, back and forth.  He could hear her moans fall from her lips as she started riding him harder. “Are you gonna cum baby?” Tommy asked as Rayne’s head fell back nodding up and down.  “Look at me when you cum.”  Rayne tossed her hair over her shoulder locking her eyes with Tommy.  She could see he was close too.  “Come on baby, cum for me.”  Rayne cried out as her third orgasm of the night crashed over her.  Tommy’s hands tightened their hold on her hips as he thrust into her a few more times before Tommy finished.

The two collapsed completely spent in the bed, sweat glistening on both of their skin.  “You’re a goddess in bed.”  Rayne giggled at Tommy giving her the same compliment as she did him earlier. She rolled off of him laying back down next to him.  Tommy looked down at her smiling before pushing himself off of the bed and over to a set of drawers near the door.  

“Tommy what are you doing?”  Rayne questioned, slightly sitting up in bed. She watched him shuffle around whatever was in the drawer before finding what he was looking her, pulling it out and making Rayne’s eyes go wide.  “Oh no you don’t Tommy!”

“Come on, why not?”  Tommy smiled wide like nothing was wrong with what he was holding.

“Tommy you are not taking a picture of me right now!”  Rayne laughed at the sheer outlandishness of the suggestion.  “I don’t have clothes on.”

“That’s kind of the point babe.”  Tommy chuckled, still holding the camera.

Rayne sighed, “And if I were to consider this proposition what would this photo be used for?”

“For my eyes only.  I’ll take it with me whenever I go on the road.”  Tommy replied simply.

“Mmhm, and where would you keep it?” Rayne asked watching as Tommy squirmed.  “I don’t know, in my bunk?  Wait!  I have an idea, stay right where you are.”

Rayne sighed as she watched Tommy rush to the side of the bed grabbing a handful of rose petals.  He began strategically placing them over her nipples, “Tommy, what are-“

“Shh hang on.”  Tommy whispered finishing placing them on her breasts before he began laying the petals over the mound of her pussy.  Tommy stood up straight impressed with his handy work.  “See?  Now you’re not naked.”

Rayne chuckled, “Oh I’m still very naked.” She saw the spark in Tommy’s eye, “Okay Tommy, but I swear if anyone else sees this picture!”

“I’ll guard it with my life.”  Tommy put his hand over his heart.

“Be honest now, do I look gross?  Is my makeup all over the place?  I mean you did just make me cum three times, we worked up a sweat.”  Rayne began to feel very self conscious, her tits may have been covered but her face sure wasn’t.

“Baby you look so beautiful.  You have that just fucked look about you, and you’re beautiful.”  Tommy replied genuinely.  Just as he brought the Polaroid camera up to his eye Rayne pointed to him.

“Okay, but I get to see this picture before it goes with you and I get final say.  If I don’t approve it gets burnt.”  Tommy voiced his acceptance of the terms and Rayne stuck her hand out, “Shake on it.”  Tommy laughed but shook her hand to seal his promise.  “Okay, you can take the picture now.”

Tommy got up on the bed, standing tall and pointing the camera straight down at Rayne.  Her curly red hair was spread out all around her, a tousled mess.  Her makeup smudged in a sexy way, the mascara mixing with the eyeliner to make her light eyes darker.  And her lips plump from the bruising kisses she and Tommy shared.  Tommy smiled at the sex kitten below him snapping shot after shot, “God damn Rayne you’ve got bedroom eyes.”

Rayne smiled up at him as Tommy shot one more photo of her, taking the Polaroid out and shaking it gently.  Tommy jumped off the bed and laid next to Rayne.  “Now let’s take one together.”  She turned her head towards him, giving him a kiss on the cheek nodding her head.  Tommy held his long arm out as far as it could go and snapped the photo.

“How many girls have had the honor of Tommy Lee photographing them after taking them to bed?”  Rayne whispered in Tommy’s ear.

“No one else,” Tommy said placing the photos and camera on the nightstand next to the bed.  “Just you.”

Rayne leaned up to give Tommy a soft peck on the lips before resting her head on his chest while Tommy gently ran his fingernails across her bare back.  Rayne could hear his heart beating quite quickly.  “What’s wrong?”

Tommy sighed, “I need to tell you something.”

Rayne didn’t like the sound of that, she quickly sat up grabbing a sheet to cover herself with.  She immediately started having flashbacks to the asshole who was with her because he was being paid, or when her first boyfriend told her he “accidently” cheated on her with the captain of the cheerleading squad. “I don’t like the sound of that.”

Tommy sat up, running his hands over his face. “Do you remember at the studio the night we played the album for everyone?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you remember when Nikki and Tom went off to go talk?”

“Yeah, Nikki said you were infamous on the strip, you have to be infamous everywhere.”  Rayne nodded her head vividly remembering the night.

“Well, Nikki and Tom cooked up some staged PR stunts for when we go to Canada.  When we get there, we’re going to show up in our stage gear and we’re going to get “arrested.”  Vince is gonna have a whole suitcase filled with porn and sex toys, to be confiscated.  There’s gonna be a fake bomb threat at one show and we’ll get interviewed by local news for. And…” Tommy trailed off.

“And what Tommy?”

“They want one of us to be photographed through a hotel room window with a handful of naked women.”  Tommy finally answered.

“And which one of you will that be?”

“Th-They want it to be me.”  Tommy said softly bracing for what was going to come, he grabbed Rayne’s hand to keep her from moving, but it didn’t work. Rayne pulled her hand away from Tommy as quickly as she could as if she had just been burned.

“Why?  Why you?  Nikki and Mick are single, why not either of them?”  Rayne asked, her voice cracking with emotion as she spoke.

“I… I don’t know.  Something about me being the good looking one and it being more believable.”  Tommy shook his head.  “Isn’t Vince the lead singer?  Shouldn’t he be the good looking one?”  “Vince said he wouldn’t do it because of Jo.”  Rayne didn’t know what to say in that moment after the revelation.  “Babe, it’s all going to be staged.  Nothing is going to happen.  I promise.”

“Even if nothing happens Tommy, the people that read those articles will believe it to be true.  That news will make it back here because this is where Motley Crue is the hottest thing on the sunset strip.  The story will get bigger and more elaborate because that’s how these things work.  People know we’re together Tommy, you’ve made sure of that.  How do you think that makes me look to the people I know here?  I’ll tell you the answer, like a fool.”  Rayne started to cry.  “If one girl reads you supposedly had a fucking orgy in Canada, what’s to stop her from thinking you aren’t willing to fuck her when you have a girlfriend at home.  It’ll create a snowball effect.”

Rayne sighed continuing, “I can handle a lot of shit Tommy.  I have my whole life.  I can’t handle cheating. You need to know that.  If you want to cheat on me, just break up with me.  I’d rather you break my heart by breaking up with me than breaking it by showing I’m not good enough.”

“Babe, I’m not going to cheat on you.” Tommy spoke softly.

“I just need you to know that Tommy.” Rayne didn’t ask for much, she never asked Tommy to change who he was, she dealt with him doing drugs, she dealt with watching girls drool all over him when he played shows or the two went out on the town.  She didn’t know if she could deal with this.  This was bigger than both of them she’d be humiliated.  Everyone she knew would look at her differently; like they felt sorry for her she’d already experienced that once in her life and did not want to go through it again.  And after hearing that Vince refused because of Jo it hurt her heart that Tommy didn’t refuse for her.  She thought she meant more to him than that.

“And how could you tell me this after we just had sex for the first time?  After I told you I loved you?”  Rayne’s emotions were running high already from their nocturnal activities and earlier in the night when she told him that she loved him.  She was the most vulnerable she had been in a long time, it was as if the very soul of her was exposed.  Maybe she was acting a bit selfish but she was also trying to protect herself.

“Baby, I’m sorry.  Fuck, I fucked up.  Look I’ll tell them I won’t do it.  Okay?”  Tommy begged, brushing the falling tears from Rayne’s cheeks.

“No, I don’t want you to change anything for me, the band will hate me.  You have to do what’s best for your career.  God forbid you look like you’re whipped too.  What does Zutaut call you and Nikki?  The Terror Twins?  I guess you have to keep the image up huh?”  Rayne continued to cry.  She knew she was speaking from a place of being hurt, and to be honest she hoped her words hurt as much as Tommy’s did her.  “I just- this hurts Tommy.”

“Rayne please, tell me how to fix it. Just tell me and I will.” Tommy pleaded softly, making sure Rayne looked him in the eyes as he said it.

“I… I don’t know Tommy.  I have to think about this.  I’m gonna call a cab and go home.”  As Rayne swung her legs over the side of the bed Tommy grabbed onto her hand.  

“Rayne, please don’t.  Please stay.  I’ll do anything for you to stay.”  And Tommy was telling the truth.  He knew he fucked up, he knew he should have told Rayne this at dinner, or in the park, or any fucking time before she told him she loved him, and they made love for the first time.  He was going to at dinner, but she looked so happy and was opening up to him.  He had acted selfish, he couldn’t bear to upset Rayne when she had finally given herself to him, no walls no barriers, just her.  But in the end that was exactly what he ended up doing.  It wasn’t about keeping up with an image.  Yes his career was important, but not at the expense of his heart.  “Please Rayne. I’m begging you.  Let me make this right.”

Rayne sniffled turning to look at him. Listening to her heart had fucked her over tonight and her brain was telling her to leave, “I don’t know Tommy.”  Rayne shook her head softly sniffling as Tommy planted a kiss on her forehead.  “I fucking love you Rayne.  With all my heart.  I want you to know that.”

And with that Tommy walked out of the bedroom, closing the door quietly as he did.  It was now up to Rayne to decide if she would stay or go. She fell against the pillows, grabbing the one Tommy had been resting on, clutching it to her chest as she began to sob.  Was she being selfish by being upset with the idea of the band gaining more publicity by using Tommy in that way?  It was a fake situation after all.  But if it was a fake set up why did it feel as though someone was turning a knife in her heart.  Was it wrong of her to want him to not do that one thing?  She had a lot to think about and hoped she would make the right decision.

Take Me To The Next Chapter...

— Eek, well there you have it!  What do we think?  The angst was just so juicy I couldn’t refuse it!  Is Rayne over reacting?  Is she justified in her thinking?  I’d love to hear what you all think in my inbox or asks or replies<3  Love you all!

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The Royal Romance Deleted Scenes, Alternate Endings & Additions...Book 1, Ch. 16

These “deleted scenes”, alternate endings and additions are from The Royal Romance – a story written and owned by Pixelberry Studios. All main story character names and fictional places are owned and created by Pixelberry Studios. Some content belongs to Pixelberry, whereas the rest is created and written by this author.

Master List of Chapters

Book/Chapter: The Royal Romance, Book 1: Chapter 16: The Beaumont Bash (Alternate Ending) “One Last Hurrah”

Content Type: Alternate Ending

Pairing: Drake Walker x MC (Bragnae Bennett -- *pronounced Brawn-yah)

A/N: I fell in love with this series immediately, and I always envisioned more depth and experiences with the characters to make it more realistic. I had a lot of fun writing these “moments” that we didn’t get to see in the books, especially when giving Drake and the MC a lot more time together to show just how much they care about each other. These are NOT the full chapters from the book itself, rather they add to or expand upon certain moments in the story. I do apologize that they are scattered across the series, but I am working to fill in the moments in each chapter. I hope you enjoy what I’ve decided to add to this already amazing series, and stay tuned for more posts!

***These chapters set the foundation for my fanfic series The Royal Couple.

Warnings for deleted scenes, alternate endings and additions: Adult content, suggestive and strong language, sex, violence

Warnings for this chapter: Adult content, strong language 

Word Count for this chapter: 4747

Setting for this chapter: The beginning of this chapter has references from @burnsoslow‘s “Quiet Hour” of what happened between Drake and the MC after Truth or Dare was over. It is the day after the Beaumont Bash, and Bragnae and her crew are looking for something normal and fun to do before Prince Gabriel’s coronation in a week. Let the karaoke begin!

Permatags: @burnsoslow @cora-nova @dcbbw

Bragnae rolled over to hug her pillow feeling the sunlight hit her eyelids. She slowly opened her eyes to glance at the clock on the nightstand reading 11:42 a.m. She gasped as she sat up quickly in her bed.

“I… what? I must’ve slept in!”

Just then Bragnae felt a pounding in her head, which caused her to slowly sink back down onto the pillow clutching her forehead.

“Oof. Maybe I’ll just lay here for a second more.” Bragnae closed her eyes trying to will the throbbing away.

As she tried to relax, she let her mind wander to the crazy events that transpired last night that led her to her current position.

I can’t believe I ran around the ballroom in my underwear. All in the name of Truth or Dare…well, for him. God, I’ll do anything just to catch his attention. How embarrassing. But…he does seem to enjoy when I make an effort to embarrass myself for his benefit no matter how silly it is. And he did kiss me back last night. Oh, his lips…they’re so soft. I could kiss him all day.

Bragnae smiled to herself remembering his hands touching her for the briefest of moments last night after he walked her back to her room.

He said that it was ‘the most incredible kiss’ he’s ever had. Bragnae grinned peacefully to herself as images of Drake flashed across her mind. I can’t wait to see him again. I need to see him again.

Thoughts of Drake motivated Bragnae to get out of bed despite her now dull headache. She got herself dressed, and took a few minutes to complete her morning routine before heading downstairs. On her way down, she saw a few members of the house staff plus Bertrand and Maxwell cleaning up last night’s mess.

“Hey, why’d nobody come get me?” She asked.

“You earned a day to sleep in,” Bertrand replied as he bent down to pick up another shard of glass from a broken Champagne bottle.

Bragnae was taken aback by his comment. “I… did?”

“We also thought it’d be better if we minimized the destruction from last night before you woke up,” Maxwell added.

“I could have helped you guys… You know that right?”

“We don’t want you wasting your energy when we’re heading into one of the most important events of our lives…” Bertrand said, waving Bragnae off.

“The Coronation Ball is next, and after last night, all eyes are going to be on you!” Maxwell said proudly.

Bertrand continued, “So, get what you sleep you can. It’s not long before we depart for the palace.”

Bertrand walked away toting a full bag of trash in one hand as he instructed the staff on their next steps. Realizing just how soon the Coronation Ball was, Bragnae started to panic internally.

I knew this was coming, but I didn’t realize just how soon it was. I’m not ready for it. I need more time. I need to see Drake. But maybe also Gabriel? I just need to do something with them that’s normal for once. Like regular people. Maybe Maxwell would want to go, and Hana. But what could we do?

“Hey, Maxwell.”

“What’s up?” He asked as he continued to sweep.

“I was thinking we could all go out tonight to do something fun… you know, for old time’s sake before Gabriel’s Coronation? Before things get crazy for all of us. Not that last night wasn’t fun, but I was thinking about something more ordinary than, say, riding horses in the house and breaking open champagne bottles with swords.”

Maxwell abruptly stopped sweeping dropping his broom to the floor as he raced over to Bragnae who was still standing on the stairs.

“Bragnae, you’re a genius! I’ve been dying to check out this new place here in Ramsford. It’s a karaoke bar and dance club all in one! You know, I’m always ready for a party.”

“Do you think Gabriel, Drake and Hana would want to go?”

“Go where?” Hana asked, rubbing her eyes as she descended the stairs toward them.

“Morning Sleepyhead!” Maxwell practically screamed.

“I haven’t slept in like that in a very long time,” she said stifling a yawn.

“Maxwell and I were just discussing going out tonight to a karaoke and dance club. Do you want to go?” Bragnae asked.

Come on, Hana. Say ‘yes’.

“Sure! I’m well-rested, and I’d love to try karaoke! I’ve never done it before, but I’ve always wanted to.”

“Well, apparently this weekend is full of ‘firsts’ for you! Maxwell, where are the guys? We need to see if –”

Before Bragnae could finish her sentence, Maxwell was already speaking to Gabriel on the phone.

“… Yeah. So, do you want to go?… Of course, Bragnae’s going. It was basically her idea. Ask Drake if he’ll come too... Oh, come on! He has to sing! … Okay, fine. As long as he comes. Let’s all meet up here, and go together. Okay, see you then.”

“So, what’s the verdict?” Bragnae asked, trying to restrain her excitement.

“They’re in! It’s going to be one awesome night! Oh my God, what am I going to wear? What are you going to wear?” Maxwell asked. “Let’s go pick out our outfits, ladies!”

The three of them walked briskly to the boutique leaving Maxwell’s half swept mess on the floor behind them. The girls immediately walked over to the rack of dresses as Maxwell flipped through countless shirts occasionally tossing some to the floor with a look of disgust.

“So, what kind of look are we going for at a Karaoke Bar?” Hana asked, waiting to be inspired by the perfect dress.

“We definitely need something that will stand out. We’re going to be on stage singing in front of people, so we need an outfit that looks great against the lights that will be on us,” Bragnae said as she slid more hangers across the rack.

“Glitter and sequence, ladies. It’s all about the sparkle!” Maxwell called over his shoulder.

Hmmm… what am I going to wear? I want something with color. I wonder which one Drake would like. Should I ask Maxwell what his favorite color is? No. That’s too obvious. I’m sure he’ll like whatever I pick out.

“I’ve got it!” Hana exclaimed, holding up a hot pink dress with rhinestones delicately placed in a starburst pattern. It had spaghetti straps and the front was cut low… lower than Bragnae thought Hana would choose to wear.

“That’s perfect, Hana! Go try it on!” Maxwell suggested.

Damn it. What am I going to wear?

“Hey, Princess-to-be. I think I found what you’re looking for,” Maxwell said, dangling a dress in front of him.

Bragnae turned around and her eyes grew wide. “Maxwell! That’s it! How do you always manage to find the perfect outfit for me?” She ran over to him grabbing the dress and headed for a changing room.

This is definitely going to turn some heads.

Bragnae took off her clothes and slipped on the dress Maxwell found. It had a plunging, cowl neckline held up by a halter strap, which allowed only a hint of her cleavage to show in the center of her chest. The back was completely open, and the rest of the dress hugged her curves nicely. Perhaps the best part that made this dress stand out was its green and blue gradient sequin design. She watched the dress change colors against the light as she rotated her body back and forth in the mirror.

“I want to see too, Bragnae!” Maxwell cried.

“Yes! Come see mine as well!” Hana added.

Bragnae stepped out of the changing room strutting like she was on a runway in Paris.

“Woohoo! That’s what I’m talking about! Get it, girl!” Maxwell called out.

“Bragnae, that’s beautiful!”

“So is yours, Hana! We’re going to light this club on fire!” Bragnae said confidently.

Maxwell held a deep red button up shirt against himself. “This is what I’m wearing. Talk about fire. It’s going to be an inferno up in there! I may even keep the top few buttons undone.”

“Oooh, scandalous!” Hana said.

A few hours later, Bragnae and Hana were in Bragnae’s room getting ready for the night. Hana chose to straighten her hair completely for a more edgy look, whereas Bragnae added a soft curl to hers to provide more volume against her already form-fitted outfit. They began applying their make-up, already dressed.

“You want to be bold and dramatic, Hana. Don’t be afraid to go outside your comfort zone. Here. Add some wings to your eyes with the eyeliner like this.” Bragnae turned her attention away from the mirror, and faced Hana closing her eyelids to display her own design.

“That’s so pretty! I’ve never worn gray and black eye shadow before. My mother always told me to stay with neutral tones as to not offend the eye of a potential suitor. It’s not too much, is it?”

“That’s called the smoky look, and no, it’s not too much. It’s exactly what you need for a night out like this,” Bragnae reassured her.

The girls finished with their make-up, spritzed perfume on their bodies and slipped on their black high heels. With a final look in the mirror, they headed downstairs to meet the guys in the foyer. Bragnae couldn’t help but feel a twinge of nervousness like she was meeting Drake for a date. She hoped he liked how she looked, and couldn’t wait to see him. Maxwell, Gabriel and Drake were standing near the front door talking when the girls began their decent down the stairs.

Maxwell stood facing the stairs in his deep red shirt with his collar popped, and a few buttons undone at the top as promised, along with black slacks. Gabriel and Drake also wore button up shirts, but Drake had rolled his sleeves up to his elbows. Gabriel’s was a steel blue color, which complimented his eyes, and looked great with his hair. Drake’s was black, a color Bragnae had not often seen him in. He completed his look with a pair of dark jeans, which he wore very well. Drake stood with his back to the stairs, keeping his face out of Bragnae’s view much to her disappointment.

“Damn, ladies! Check you out!” Maxwell said, looking up at them.

Gabriel turned his head to the right, and Drake slowly turned around to face Hana and Bragnae.

“You ladies look beautiful tonight,” Gabriel marveled.

“They’re gorgeous!” Maxwell added.

“Oh, you guys! Stop it!” Hana playfully dismissed.

Drake stayed silent as he clenched his jaw and swallowed hard keeping his eyes on Bragnae. When her eyes met his, she felt a little weak in the knees, so she gripped the railing tighter as she continued to walk down the steps. Bragnae felt her heart flutter as her breathing increased slightly. She wanted nothing more than to run into his arms and kiss him for the rest of the night. Bragnae realized she had not looked away from Drake this whole time, so she decided to divert her attention to the others to avoid suspicion. She looked towards Gabriel who had a big smile on his face. He stepped forward to offer her a hand as she took her last step off the stairs.

“Thank you, Gabriel. You look nice.”

“Thank you, but nothing rivals the way you…and Hana look tonight,” he replied.

Bragnae turned to Drake and smiled. “Drake, I’ve never seen you in that shirt before. Is it new?”

“Nah. This is Maxwell’s. He made me wear it tonight,” he said, almost curtly. His eyes still focused on Bragnae and his body rigid.

“Well, it looks good on you.”

“Let’s go, guys!” Maxwell shouted as he threw the double doors open and walked out to the limo waiting outside.

“After you,” Drake offered.

What a polite and subtle way to check me out, Drake. Good one.

Knowing his eyes were most likely on her backside, Bragnae added an extra sexy strut to her step as she followed the others out the door. They piled into the limo and soon they arrived at the club.

“Alright, everyone. I called ahead, and got us the VIP table in the back. It includes drinks all night!” Maxwell stated.

The group sat down around the table as the waiter came over to collect their drink orders and place glittery plastic VIP bracelets around their wrists. Maxwell ran off almost immediately toward the stage and returned just as quickly with a large binder, a pen and a couple pieces of paper. Bragnae found herself seated in between Drake and Gabriel with Hana and Maxwell across from her. Maxwell flipped rigorously through the binder until he suddenly stopped and his eyes lit up.

“Oh! That’s the one!” He said as he lowered his head toward the table covering his paper with one hand writing his selection down secretly.

“What are you going to sing?” Hana asked him.

“You’ll just have to wait and see,” he replied turning his paper over on the table.

“Bragnae, do you know what you’d like to sing? I’m looking forward to hearing your beautiful voice again,” Gabriel said, smiling at her.

Drake looked over at her. “You sing, Bennett?”

“Yes, I do,” she replied proudly.

“Are you any good?” He asked.

“I guess you’ll have to be the judge of that,” she said with a wink. “I’m not sure what I want to sing yet. Maxwell, pass me the binder.”

Taking the massive binder from him, she began to flip through the seemingly endless pages. With some songs standing out, she still felt they weren’t quite right. Drake moved his leg slightly under the table brushing against hers, which made Bragnae lose all train of thought. The slightest touch from him wreaked havoc on her mind and body. She stared at the binder trying hard to steal a peripheral glance at Drake without making it obvious.

“You could sing Empire State by Alicia Keys. And ooh! I can rap Jay-Z’s part!” Maxwell offered with enthusiasm.

She smiled at him and resumed her search through the binder before seeing it. This was it. The song she would sing. It was perfect. Bragnae quickly closed the binder, and grabbed a piece of paper writing her name, song title and the artist on it.

“Do we get to know what you chose?” Hana asked.

“Like Maxwell, I too shall keep it a surprise,” she said pressing the paper to her chest.

While Maxwell and Gabriel helped Hana pick out a song to sing, the waiter dropped off their first round of drinks.

“A martini, huh Bennett?” Drake inquired.

“A dirty martini. I love them. Plus, I think I’m going to need the vodka to calm my nerves. Stage-fright sucks. I see you’re staying well within your whiskey comfort zone.”

“Why mess with a good thing, Bennett?” Drake smirked as he took a drink.

With their selections given to the DJ, the group passed the time talking about the past week’s events until the lights in the club dimmed, and the DJ began speaking.

“Good evening ladies and gentleman! Who’s ready to get this party started? Our first guest who will be singing tonight is Maxwell, A.K.A ‘M-Dizzle’ delighting us with Gansta’s Paradise by Coolio. M-Dizzle, come on up!”

Maxwell hurried up to the stage transforming his face to a hard, determined look. The signature 90’s beat Bragnae knew all too well hit the sound system as the crowd cheered.

“Wooooo! Maxwell!!!!” Hana yelled.

Maxwell rolled right into the song impressively rapping every verse, and loving every minute of it. When the chorus hit, Maxwell threw his arm in the air waving it back and forth to the beat causing the audience to do the same. His presence was commanding, and he shined on stage. He was truly in his element.

♪ Fool, death ain't nothin' but a heartbeat away – I'm livin' life do or die, what can I say? – I'm 23 now but will I live to see 24? – The way things is going I don't know ♪

“That’s for sure,” Drake said chuckling.

Bragnae moved slowly to the beat in her seat mouthing every word along with Maxwell.

♪ We keep spending most our lives – Livin' in a gangsta's paradise – Tell me why are we so blind to see – That the ones we hurt are you and me? ♪

As the song came to a close, the crowd cheered even more chanting his name. He dropped the microphone and ran into the audience high-fiving and fist bumping anyone in his path before returning to the table breathless.

“Maxwell! That was amazing!” Hana screamed.

“I loved that song so much growing up, and now I love it even more! You nailed it!” Bragnae said offering him a high-five.

“Thanks guys. That’s felt incredible! I need a drink!”

Drake shook his head while smiling at Maxwell as Gabriel patted him on the back. A few other patrons got up on stage as the group continued talking, laughing and having a good time.

“Hana, you’ll be fine. Just go up there with confidence, and you’ll kill it!” Maxwell encouraged.

Drake excused himself from the table as Bragnae turned towards Gabriel.

“So, Your Highness, will you be gracing us with your singing talent tonight?” She asked.

Gabriel chuckled. “No, I came for the entertainment. Truth be told, I’m really looking forward to your turn up there in the lights.” He smiled at her with a bit of heat in his eyes. “I have no doubts you’ll blow us all away.”

“You sure are putting me on a high pedestal. I hope I can meet your expectations.”

“As a woman of many talents, I think you deserve that high pedestal,” he said with a wink.

With the current singer stepping off the stage, the DJ spoke again. “And next, we’d like to welcome Bragnae to the stage who will be singing Christina Aguilera’s Bound to You.

Her friends cheered her on as she made her way to the stage feeling butterflies in her stomach with each step. She reached the stage and stepped up to the microphone, which she decided to keep on its stand throughout her performance. She adjusted its height, and braced herself. The music began and she took a deep breath…

 Drake heard soft music starting to play as he returned to the table noticing Bragnae wasn’t in her seat.

“Where’s Bennett?” He asked the group.

Gabriel nodded his head in the direction of the stage as Drake heard an angelic voice come across the microphone.

♪ Sweet love, sweet love – Trapped in your love – I've opened up, unsure I can trust – My heart and I were buried in dust – Free me, free us ♪

Drake was instantly mesmerized by Bragnae’s voice as he stood there watching the most beautiful sound come out of the amazing woman he knew standing on stage. As she continued, he slowly sank into his seat listening to her as every word she sang felt like it touched his soul.

♪ You're all I need when I'm holding you tight – If you walk away I will suffer tonight ♪

♪ I found a man I can trust – And boy, I believe in us – I am terrified to love for the first time – Can't you see that I'm bound in chains? – I finally found my way – I am bound to you – I am bound to you ♪

Drake was frozen in place. As far as he was concerned, he was the only one in the audience, and she was singing just for him. That voice. It’s amazing. She’s amazing.

♪ So much, so young, I've faced on my own – Walls I built up became my home – I'm strong and I'm sure there's a fire in us – Sweet love, so pure ♪

♪ I catch my breath we're just one beating heart – And I brace myself, please don't tear this apart ♪

As Bragnae came to the chorus again, Drake couldn’t help but think this song was chosen on purpose. She sang it with such passion, and it felt like it was coming from her heart. Is she singing this for me? No. It can’t be. Maybe it’s for Gabriel. But the words. It makes sense for me and Bragnae.

♪ Suddenly the moment's here – I embrace my fears – All that I have been carrying all these years – Do I risk it all, come this far just to fall, fall? ♪

That last word led Bragnae to crescendo into a loud and powerful note sending a chill throughout Drake’s body. He watched in amazement as she closed her eyes singing the next verse with conviction.

♪ Oh, I can trust – And boy, I believe in us ♪

Shit. She’s looking right at me. Oh my god. She’s not looking away.

♪ I am terrified to love for the first time – Can't you see that I'm bound in chains – And finally found my way – I am bound to you ♪

As the intensity of the song grew, Drake stopped breathing watching her, listening. Breaking her gaze for just a moment to summon the final notes of the song, she looked at him once more.

♪ I am – Ooh, I am – I'm bound to you ♪

As Bragnae finished singing the last word of the song, the lights faded off her as the crowd erupted into a thunderous applause. Hana, Maxwell and Gabriel stood to give her a standing ovation, but Drake couldn’t move. He finally let out the breath he’d been holding as he watched her exit the stage. Realizing he was the only schmuck not clapping for her, he snapped out of his temporary paralysis, and stood to join the others clapping. Bragnae joined everyone at the table receiving a hug from Hana as Maxwell playfully bowed down in front of her reveling in her stellar performance. Gabriel pulled her into an embrace as Drake watched him whisper something into her ear. She pulled back and smiled at him.

What was that about? Stop. He’s probably just telling her how amazing she was. Because she was. But look at her smile at him. Maybe she was singing it for him. But those words…it made sense for me. Maybe I want it to make sense for me, and she’s just singing a damn song. Ugh, I don’t fucking know.

The crowd was still clapping and cheering for her. Bragnae made her way over to her seat and smiled at Drake as she sat down. He joined her as he trembled slightly trying to think of something to say.

Speak. Say something, you idiot. Anything. Tell her she killed it, tell her she’s amazing. SOMETHING.

“Wow, Bennett. Didn’t peg you as a Christina Aguilera fan.”

Okay, that was dumb. Say something better. Why can’t you say something nice to her? Fucking give her a compliment!

“Uh… I meant to say, that was, uh… pretty incredible.”

She smiled at him and touched his shoulder. “Thanks Drake.”

He melted at her touch as he watched her turn to the others and graciously accept their endless praise. Shortly after, she excused herself from the table and headed back toward the restrooms. Drake finished off his whiskey trying to shake himself loose of the trance he couldn’t get away from.

“She slayed up there! I’m still freaking out about it!” Maxwell went on. “Who knew our little Bragnae was a master vocalist? We should start a musical group. We could sing and dance, and go on tour!”

As the others went on about Maxwell’s day dream of starting a band, Drake felt himself watching the hallway that led to the restrooms waiting for her to return. He wanted to look at her and never stop. He wanted to hold her and gaze into her eyes and tell her how much that song meant to him. He wanted to kiss her. God, he wanted to kiss her. He was enraptured. He didn’t care if anyone saw him do it either. If that song was truly about him, for him, then he wanted to know for sure. Finally, Bragnae emerged from the hallway, but headed to the bar instead of returning to the table. Drake took this opportunity to join her.

“Time for another drink. Anybody want anything?” He asked the group, hoping they’d all say no, so he could get to the bar as quickly as possible.

“I’m good, thanks,” Hana replied.

“I’ll take another Manhattan, Drake,” Gabriel announced.

“Could you get me a large water with lots of ice?” Maxwell requested. What the fuck, Maxwell?

“Yeah… Be right back.” Drake spoke with little energy as his attention was still on Bragnae.

He made his way over to where Bragnae was standing. She was leaning into the bar with one foot balancing on the foot rail beneath it. He asked the bartender to fill his drink orders, and turned to Bragnae with a smile.

“You know, you really were incredible up there. I’ve never heard a more beautiful voice in my entire life.”

She smiled the biggest smile he’d ever seen on her. “Thanks Drake. That really means a lot. I’m glad you enjoyed it. Singing is one of my favorite things to do.”

“So, I was wondering… what made you pick that song out of all of them?”

Drake watched as Bragnae looked down at the bar pausing to come up with her response. “It’s one of my favorite songs to sing. I can really showcase my talent with that one.”

“Oh, well… you certainly did that. I think you blew the roof off this joint with everyone’s cheers.”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

Come on, Drake. Just ask her.

Drake mustered up all of his confidence. “You sang with a lot of passion behind your words. It seems as if you might have picked that song to relay a message to someone.” He looked her in the eyes so intensely that he saw her draw in a sharp breath before she spoke.

“Well, Drake… did you feel that it was a message to someone?” She spoke now playfully, but also with a hint of seriousness.

“Yeah, I did.”

“Then maybe you should trust your instinct.”

Damn, this woman is so elusive with her words sometimes. Just tell me it was about me, so I can pick you up and take you out of here.

Bragnae leaned in closer to him placing her hand on his arm. Their faces just inches apart. “I’m bound to you, Drake.”

Oh my God. It was about me. Holy shit.

“Bennett, I –” Drake began.

Just then the bartender placed the drinks they ordered in front of them breaking their attention on each other.

“Come on, let’s join the others,” Bragnae said, grabbing half the drinks as Drake took the others.

They returned to the table and distributed the drinks just as the DJ called Hana up to the stage.

Hana picked up the microphone and sang Dolly Parton’s Jolene as if she’d been singing country music her entire life. The group cheered her on as she finished strong, earning loud praise from the audience.

“Well, guys, I think it’s time we head back to the estate,” Gabriel suggested.

He’s always the party pooper. Can’t he just rebel and stay out late like any normal guy? He’s not normal, asshole. He’s the Prince. Give him a break. God, you’re such a dick.

As they made their way to the doors, Hana, Maxwell and Gabriel walked outside and got in the limo. Drake was about to walk through the door himself when he felt his arm getting tugged hard. Bragnae pulled him back inside and up against a wall near the entrance. It was dark and secluded in that space, and she had him pinned. Without speaking, Bragnae reached up and gave Drake a searing kiss grabbing his sides as he kissed her back. He held her face with both hands and deepened the kiss. All too soon, she pulled away from him slowly and breathless.

“Shall we go?” She asked looking up at him.

Drake nodded as she had removed all words from his body. He only wanted her and to keep doing that. Reluctantly, she walked out of the club as he followed her. They got in the limo and made their way back to the Beaumont Estate.

Drake savored the ride back stealing glances at Bragnae, as he knew his time with her as a single woman was coming to an end with Gabriel’s coronation happening next.

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(A/N: I put out this idea a while ago and someone recently said I should do it so I tweaked it a bit. Tiny bit of angst but mostly fluff. Includes daddy taemin...as in real father lol.) 

Taemin let himself in to your house, ready to watch your three year old, Harry, while you got ready for the first date you’d had in almost four years. 

“Harry?!” 

Taemin called out cheerfully, his voice echoing through your kitchen.

“Where’s my favourite little man?!” 

Of course, Harry came running towards the sound of his fathers voice with a huge grin on his adorable, plump face. 

“I’m not a little man daddy! I’m a pirate! Arghhh!”

Taemin beamed, chuckling at his son, realising he was getting such a wild imagination. 

“Woah! Captain Harry I surrender!”

 Taemin put his hands up before hauling him in to his arms. Harry’s conception was complicated to say the least. Taemin used to be your very best friend, joined at your hip 24/7. The two of you met in your music class in college, attended the same university and practically lived in each others student accommodation because you became so close. All of that changed soon after you graduated. Everyone was throwing their own ‘goodbye and good luck’ sort of parties; everyone loves an excuse to get wasted and of course, you and Taemin went to every single one together. You never saw him go home with girls and whenever boys hit on you, it never seemed right to go out with them. For some reason, you felt like you belonged to Taemin; that it would all happen with Taemin. Well, it went something like that. 

One wild weekend, you were ready to leave the party, so drunk that you could barely remember your name. You grabbed Taemin by the arm, getting his attention as he was stood talking to a group of mutual friends. He was buzzed, you could tell by the redness of his cheeks and the top of his ears but he was no where near as intoxicated as you were. 

“Taeminnn. Hey, I’m gonna go home. I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

You planned to walk back to your dorm as it wasn’t so far away. Instantly, Taemin’s smile dropped, his eyes widened with panic. He held your arms, pulling you to the side.

“No no! Don’t go! Stay, please?” 

He placed his hands together to beg. 

“But..B..I’m tired.” 

You explained, your head thumping; you weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or the extremely loud bass music. 

“You can sleep here! I’m sure there’s a spare bedroom somewhere...I’ll wake you up when everyone’s going home I promise. Please, just stay?” 

He was acting strange; he’d never been so insistent that you stay at a party with him. Taemin was looking at you with his big puppy dog, deep brown eyes and pouting with those plump pink lips, it was making you feel funny inside. The more you thought about it, the more you noticed that he always wanted you to stay with him. He’d never go anywhere without you.

“Why do you want me to stay?” 

You asked, holding an intense gaze with him. His eyes glistened with desire, the kind when you really need someone. Gently, he took your hands in his and uttered: 

“Because you’re the most beautiful girl here and none of this would mean anything without you.”

The next thing you knew, you were making out with your best friend on a strangers squeaky double bed, your dress rolled up around your waist and his crotch pressing in to your wetness. Suddenly, you didn’t feel so drunk anymore. You were utterly, completely lost in the moment. Taemin’s kiss made you wake up, your body becoming so responsive to his touch, your hands exploring every bit of taemin’s perfect physique. His lips kissed your neck sloppily, in a rush to explore your body with his lips; he couldn’t get enough of you and by the way you panted heavily, grabbing clumps of his hair in your hands, you were addicted to him too. It felt so right; removing his clothes and placing sweet kisses across his chest. In the dim light, your shadows danced on the wall. The reflection of the two of you making love was something you’d never forget. No one had ever looked at you like he did and made you feel as special, so sexy and desirable as he did when he made passionate love to you. He was amazing, your everything but the second the condom broke, someone else was about to take your life by storm.

“Playing pirates without mummy?! Time to walk the plank, the two of you!” 

You teased as you entered the room in one of your old favourite black dresses and heels that made the balls of your feet burn. Taemin’s eyes widened when he saw you. Everything seemed to move in slow motion while his heart pounded so fast. It had always felt like that to him, since the day he first laid eyes on you. 

“(Y/N), you look...where are you going?” 

He asked timidly. Of course he jumped at extra time with his son but when you said you needed him to watch Harry, it never occurred to him to ask why. Instantly, your mouth went dry, a lump rising in your throat. You couldn’t look at him. After all, he knew why. He knew in his heart that you weren’t going to be single forever.  

“Out.” 

You uttered before putting on a smile for your son who was loving time with his favourite person. Taemin was an amazing father to Harry. He always wanted to spend time with him, he bought him everything he wanted and needed, he adored him. It wasn’t the way a normal family should be but it was working. Your child was happy and loved; that’s all you wanted from life. Taemin’s eyes shone with disappointment, nodding his head slowly in understanding. 

“I...I don’t want you to go (Y/N).” 

You’d heard it before; the pleading Taemin did when he wanted something so badly, the way he wanted you.. His voice was solemn. You chose to ignore him, spraying perfume on your neck and checking your hair in the mirror. You wasn’t strong enough. Taemin kissed Harry sweetly on the head before putting him on the couch with his plastic pirate sword to play. 

“I want to talk...we never talk anymore.” 

He confessed, walking up to you and tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You hated the way your heart fluttered when he touched you. 

“About what, Taemin? You don’t want me to go out because you haven’t found anyone else.” 

You bit at him through a hushed tone, not wanting to upset your little boy. Taemin put his head down. You heard him sigh loudly. 

“That’s not the case, you know that (Y/N). You know that I could never stop loving you.” 

His voice was heavy with his longing for you.

“Don’t say that.” 

You said sternly, your stomach clenching, struggling to breathe. Those three words were so hard to hear from him. The difficulty was that the two of you were both so confused during your pregnancy. You were confused about how to express your feelings, how you were going to raise Harry, what you were both going to do about your careers. Being friends was easy, it was normal, but being in love was frightening and you were scared enough back then with a newborn baby. Taemin told you he loved you when you found out you were expecting Harry. You fell apart, you couldn’t handle it. It messed you up.  He kept trying to tell you how he felt for the past two and a half years but you didn’t want to hear it; you couldn’t bare to give him everything and risk it falling apart. 

“I love you. I’ve loved you from the beginning, I’ll love you until the end. What’s so hard about this? You’re the mother of my child. I want to marry you. I want a family with you.” 

“Taemin.” 

You practically sobbed, gazing in to his eyes that were glued to you. To him, you were flawless. When he gazed at you, he saw his future.

“Give us a chance (Y/N). I know you’re afraid. Baby, I am too but.. you and Harry are all I can think about, all I love. I won’t stop until you’re mine. Please, please.” 

Your eyes teared up, smudging the eyeliner and mascara that you had just applied. You tried to hold back your sobs but it was impossible. All the things you never knew you wanted to hear just came out of Taemin’s mouth and your heart was swollen with adoration. Well, that was your date ruined if you were going to go to it. As a tear rolled down your made up cheek, it was gently wiped away by the father of your child and your love who still looked at you the way he did that night when he refused to let you leave his side. 

“Okay, let’s try this. But don’t you dare break my heart Lee Taemin, because I love you too.” 

The smile on Taemin’s face made the sun look dim, brightening the whole world up and making your heart melt. There was no use resisting your smile as Taemin held you in his arms, his soft, plump lips hovering so close to yours. 

“Daddy! Mummy wants you to kiss her!” 

Harry squealed, watching the two of you excitedly whilst waving his sword around in the air. It was the first time he’d ever seen his parents get close in front of him and even though he was so young, he knew this moment was incredibly special. The two of you giggled, admiring your charming, witty little boy. Harry was the apple of your eye to the two of you, the precious gift that brought you together. Taemin’s attention soon turned back to you and when he placed his lips upon yours, you were back at that party again, falling deeply in love with him. His kiss was passionate but soft, cradling you in his arms and pressing his warm body against yours. It was truly amazing; the feeling that you were at the right place at the right time, finally. Everything you ever wanted was yours.

“Daddy. Why is mummy’s tummy so big?” 

Your four year old questioned as he clumsily clambered on to the bed you shared with Taemin. It was six in the morning but it was okay, your belly made it impossible to sleep and Harry was your personal alarm clock. Taemin pulled him on to his lap before ruffling his deep black hair. They both had the same, adorable, sleepy eyes.

“Because your baby sister is in there.” 

Taemin replied, pointing to your swollen bump. Harry’s jaw dropped dramatically, his eyes wide in horror. 

“Mummy’s eaten my sister?!” 

Harry cried, making you laugh out loud. He had such a huge imagination. 

“No silly. She’s just staying there until she wants to come out. She’s shy you see.” 

You explained to him as well as you could without confusing your little one. 

“Ohhh! She shouldn’t come out until she’s ready. I understand.” 

A little boy and a baby girl on the way; it was a dream. One of each, what more could you have asked for? Oh yes, a perfect fiance. You couldn’t resist making another cherub on the night he proposed to you. This time, you were sober, sure of everything and head over heels in love. You were right, it was all meant to happen with Taemin.

[iprincezzinuyoukai]

ToMco Valentine Week, Day Three: Valentine’s Day

Well, as everyone has to know, I have never celebrated a Valentine, but here in Mexico is also known as the day of friendship so I dedicate it to everyone. Thank you.

Notes and Warnings: No idea what I just wrote, I'm not good at romance.

You Are Everything I Want

Tom made sure everything was fine for this day, the last thing he needed was for his gift to stay in his dimension. Now he would just apply his last can of hair fixative. Once ready, Tom went to his bed and took the small gift for Marco. He was not hundred percent sure that this gift was ideal for Marco and his human species, he had asked Brian for help after all so maybe they are not so bad. Here in the Underworld they had other customs a little more extreme and intense for someone like Marco.

He walked to his window and jumped to land right in front of the chariot and his horse skeleton. He would gladly appear now in front of the door of the Díaz family but apparently most of the human partners liked to make their partner wait, why? He had no idea.

Once he finally felt that the carriage had reached Earth he got out of the carriage and walked to the front door of the Díaz house, knocking at the door a couple of times until someone finally opened the door.

Tom leaned back against the door frame, “Is this the residence of my future Queen?”

“Probably.”

Tom opened his eyes to see how Marco was dressed. The Latin boy wore a red long-sleeved blouse with black lines on the sleeves, plus red shorts with black striped edges and red stockings that almost seemed to be semitransparent, even Marco had eyeliner to look the same marks that Tom had in his eyes. This work of art certainly shouted Star.

“Do you think it's a lot to just play video games and watch movies?” Marco suddenly felt awkward in dressing like this, at first he had rejected Star's idea but soon his curiosity prevented him from sleeping.

“No!” Tom interrupted, “I mean, I mean.... No, you look good, you look perfectly fine and... Wow, just wow.” Tom tried not to stutter but it was obvious that that would not work.

“Thanks... I think. You do not look too bad for our Valentine.” Marco and Tom walked to the living room and sat down on the sofa, “Or did you plan to get out?”

“No.” Tom answered quickly, sounding very suspicious. “No. Believe me, we'll be much better if we just enjoy ourselves.” Although he sounded nervous Marco seemed to believe him. Tom relaxed in his seat, he would not go out with Marco dressed as well as a whole Incubus when hundreds or perhaps thousands of hungry wolves would be hovering, he would thank Star later and forbid her to do the same to Marco if it was not for him.

Marco turned on the television and placed the video game CD. “Well, you'd better be prepared to be defeated by your own boyfriend.”

“Do you really think you can beat me? I am a Prince of Darkness, the Next King of the Underworld.”

Marco sat down next to him, leaning his back on the edge of the sofa as he settled his legs over Tom's, “Only a week ago you cried that Marshmallow had rejected the carrots.”

“I swear that's not natural.” Tom hissed suspiciously in his voice.

Marco rolled his eyes and proceeded to start the game, the latest remastered version of 'Hackie Hand vs. The League of Evil', “Well, now it will not be natural when I kick your ass with your own moves.”

“You bet I end up crowning the mountain again.”

The first round could have been a draw if it was not because Marco was distracted when one of the pups jumped and barked, scaring both of them and causing Tom to get his first victory, the next round was a bit more fought. With Tom's first advantage the demon prince felt very confident that this was one of his mistakes.

“Where are your parents?” Tom asked not looking away from the video game, this was the final round.

“In one of his dates. Dad yesterday brought a serenade last night and until now they have not returned, I do not think they will return until tomorrow at dawn.”

“Do you remember when we sang that night?”

“We did not sing, you tried to calm my anger.”

“Yeah, what would you have done?”

“At first I thought I was going to hit you and then I'd go home - Poom! That is all!” Marco raised his fists in the air to see that he had won the round, “Good luck to the next one, Tommy.” Marco moved closer to Tom and stirred his hair.

“Ya. All right. This is just for you.” Tom left the remote, now some movies and then the gift exchange. He expected Marco to love his.

“Now what do you want to see?” Marco took the remote control and changed the channel. “Or can we have our gift exchange now?”

“Really?” Tom's ears moved, showing the demon's enthusiasm, “Maybe we can make it even more dramatic.”

“You have always loved the drama. You will be a Drama King.” Marco stood and walked to the kitchen, his gift must be there.

“Was not that your title?”

“What?” Marco seemed to have teleported from the kitchen to the sofa, which surprised Tom, “Did they even call me that? Wait until you see Ferguson and Alfonzo at school.”

“Is that my gift?” Tom saw the ornate box that Marco was hiding behind him, “It's a little bigger than mine.”

“Take it now or I'm going to throw it at one of the dimensions.” Marco handed him the gift and Tom pulled out the small box and handed it to the Latin boy.

They both took their gifts and opened them. Tom found that they were chocolates with almonds, “Star helped me, do not worry, there's no magic in them, Star also wanted some for Janna.”

Marco pulled out a black piercing with a little red crescent, he narrowed his eyes and in the half moon he could read his name. “It's beautiful, will you help me put it on?”

Tom came up beside him and helped him put his piercing, “It's not painful, it's almost like an earring, it has a clasp so you can put it on and remove it whenever you want. It's more to give you a bad boy image.”

“I think you're the best boyfriend I ever had.”

“I've only been your only boyfriend.” Tom hugged Marco. They were both about to kiss when the phone rang and then they sighed. “Time to answer.”

“I do not know who it is, my parents would not call us.” Marco picked up the phone and pressed the button, “Hello?”

“Hi Marco.” It was Star's voice, he was surprised that she had not used her mirror, maybe it was Janna's cell phone. Marco had turned off his cell phone.

“Hey Star,” He let Tom know who it was, “What happen? Is everything okay with the date?”

“Yes, everything was fine.” Star seemed to hesitate before continuing, “Until we got to the pizzeria.”

“Oh right, you two would go to eat pizza when you finished spying on couples.” Marco laughed when Tom almost choked on one of the chocolates when he heard what the date between Star and Janna was about. “Wait, did you get in trouble?”

“Not with couples, rather with the pizzeria.”

“What did you do?” Marco asked.

“Well maybe by accident we knocked out the owner of the pizzeria and the customers got angry and me and Janna offered to make the pizza and ended up using magic and now there is a monster pizza throwing pineapple and ham to the customers.”

“Do you need help?”

“Maybe just a little. I'm sorry to ruin your Valentine's Day.”

“Do not worry, apparently Tom and I were contemplating going out.” Marco hung up the phone and got to his feet.

“So we'll dine out?” Tom headed for the exit.

“Yeah, it'll be pizza and it's probably it who will eat us first.”

[thespinedrivesatardis]

Love at First Bite

Here's a story I wrote a few months ago I figured I'd share:

"Come on babe we have to go meet Brenda before the sun comes up," Jason sighed as Vlad took his time getting ready.

"I just need to finish putting on my eyeliner and we can go."

Jason was in awe even 194 years of being married to the guy at how he managed to have such flawless makeup without being able to use a mirror.

"You're so high maintenance."

"And you've loved me for two hundred years nonetheless."

"Yeah. You might be a ding bat but you're my ding bat."

After about ten more minutes Vlad was finally ready to go. He looked good tonight, well Jason thought he looked good every night but that was besides the point. They got in their car it was a beat up old black pick-up truck that blended in well at night. They pulled out of the driveway carefully as to not make any of their neighbors suspicious. Most of their neighbors were fine with them being gay but they doubted the whole vampire thing would go over so well.

"Let's turn on some tunes!" Vlad shouting reaching for the dial on the radio.

He flicked through the channels until he heard a Katy Perry song. Both of them sang along loudly and just a but off-key.  Jason stopped the car as they arrived at the hospital. They parked in the back where they always met Brenda and got out of the car.

Brenda was standing by the lightpost in her plain blue scrubs holding one of those insulated lunchboxes and something else. As they got closer they could see it was a baby.

"Hey boys I've got the goods per usual. This batch was set to expire in a couple days so I'd drink as much of it as possible as soon as you get home."

"Thanks Brenda you're a literal lifesaver!" Vlad exclaimed being as dramatic as ever.

"Can one of you hold this," She asked extending the baby away from her "I really need a cigarette."

Jason had never held a baby before and was kind of nervous but hesitantly took the small creature into his arms anyways.

"Not like that. You gotta cradle the head," she said the cigarette dangling out of her mouth as she lit it.

Jason shifted the baby in his arms. He had to admit human babies were quite adorable. The baby woke up from the movement and started to cry loudly. Vlad could see the panic in his husband's eyes and moved to assist him. He moved his husband's arms so he was rocking the baby and sang it an old Romanian lullaby he'd heard growing up Transylvania. It didn't take long for the baby to get back to sleep.

"You two are pretty good with him," Brenda commented letting out a final puff of smoke and then putting the cigarette out with her shoe. "I need you to do me a favor."

"What is it? You do so much for us we'd  love to repay you."

"That little guy's mother died during the delivery and we don't know who the father is. Dr. Davis wanted to call CPS but I just can't do that to him. I grew up in the orphanage with no chance of a real home. I had to live there with no family until my 18th birthday and I don't want the same for him. Dr. Davis gave me three days to find him a home before he calls the authorities to take him away. I need you to look after him for the rest of the night for me. I can come get him when my shift is over at six."

Brenda noticed the weird look they were giving her and expecting rejection added,"Please it'll be for just a few hours."

"Sure why not? It's not like we've got any plans tonight anyways," Vlad said after a while.

"Really? Thanks guys. My break is almost over so let me get you his carseat."

Brenda took off leaving them with the baby.

"Are we really doing this?" Jason asked.

"Brenda has been stealing blood for us for 10 years. She constantly risks her job to help us out. The least we can do is babysit for a night," Vlad scolded.

"I guess you're right."

Brenda returned with the car seat and walked them to their car. Jason placed the baby in the car seat gently and was fumbling with the seat belt. He couldn't figure out which piece was supposed to fit in where. Brenda got impatient and shoved him out of the way clicking it together easily. With the baby fastened in they said their goodbyes.

"Do you think he has a name?" Vlad asked out of nowhere.

"Probably not that's the kind of paperwork the mother fills out after the delivery."

"He looks like a Todd."

"I guess calling him Todd is a good alternative to 'the baby'."

They arrived home Vlad carrying Todd's carseat with Todd still sound asleep inside and Jason carrying the blood. Vlad set Todd's carseat down on the living room floor and followed his husband to the kitchen.

"Want to put it in some tomato sauce and make Spaghetti?" Jason asked.

They didn't gain any nutrition from the human food but it tasted better than the blood alone and cooking was fun.

"Whatever you want babe."

The bloody pasta sauce mixed with the meat Jason was stirring smelled so good. Vlad's mouth watered a little as he stirred the boiling noodles and occasionally stole kisses from his husband.

Vlad set the table while Jason poured the sauce over the noodles. They talked and laughed while they ate completely forgetting about Todd. They were doing the dishes when they heard crying from the other room.

Both if them went running to his carseat. Vlad picked him up feeling that he was wet. He was probably hungry too.

"We need to go to the store. He's going to need diapers and formula."

They lived in a small town where the only Walmart was 20 miles away.  The only thing they could get to easily that was open at 4 in the morning was the 7/11. Jason had a hard time with the car seat's seatbelt again because even though he knew how the pieces fit together now he was having a hard time clicking them shut with his long claw like fingernails. Vlad wasn't having much more luck until finally they go it. Todd was still crying through all of this. On the way to the store they tried singing to him again but it was futile. He cried the whole way there.

Jason stayed in the car with Todd not wanting to take a crying baby inside the store while Vlad went in to get the stuff. He returned to the car a few minutes later with small packages of diapers and wipes, a cylinder of formula and a baby bottle that seemed to be made of very cheap plastic but they had to deal with whatever they could find this late at night. Todd cried the whole way home too and it was excruciatingly loud due to vampires having more sensitive hearing than humans.

When they got home Jason heated the formula while Vlad changed him having to be careful with his nails that were just as long as his husband's. Vlad couldn't help but think about what a great team he and his husband made. He almost wished they could have a child of their own but vampires couldn't reproduce due to the whole being dead thing and children usually never survived being bitten so there were no vampire children for them to adopt. But what if-? It was crazy and Jason might not go for it but he had to try. He picked up Todd and carried him to the kitchen giving Jason a quick peck on the cheek once he got there. Jason was squeezing a little bit of milk out of the bottle onto his wrist to make sure it wasn't too hot. It was the perfect temperature. Todd finally stopped crying as soon as he had his bottle.

"You gotta admit he's pretty cute huh?" Jason said.

Vlad was surprised at the statement but decided to take the opportunity to tell Jason his  idea nonetheless.

"Yeah. We make a pretty good team taking care of him. Don't you just wish that we could have a child?"

"Well yeah. Nothing would make me happier than raising a baby with you. But vampires can't have kids."

"Brenda said she needed to find a home for Todd. What if- what if we keep him?"

"I don't know Vlad. I mean we're not human. He needs very different things than we do."

"Yeah but we used to be human. We can handle this."

"We haven't been human for 300 years. I wish we could keep him too but I'm just afraid we wouldn't make very good parents for him."

Vlad set the sleeping Todd back in his car seat taking Jason to the living room with him. He sat down on the couch next to him cupping his chin.

"Listen to me Dragul meu. I want to start a new chapter of my life with you if you want to as well. I would share the adventure of parenthood with no one else but you. I know that we can do this. I believe in you and I believe in us." Vlad finished his speech taking Jason's hands and placing a soft kiss on them.

Jason smiled a little teary eyed. Vlad always knew what to say to make him feel better. They could do this. They could raise a baby and human or not they'd love him with all their unbeating hearts. They heard a knock on the door as they sat in each others embrace. Vlad went to go get the door knowing it was Brenda. He couldn't wait to tell her the good news.

"There's something we need to talk to you about. He's still sleeping so we have to be kind of quiet." Jason said just above a whisper.

Brenda had only seen this serious of a look on the two men's faces twice since she'd known them. The first time was when they told her they were gay which she already knew because anyone with eyes could see the way those two looked at each other. The other time that had been a bit more shocking to her was when they revealed to her that they were vampires. It took her a minute to get over the initial shock but they were  her best friends and she cared about them no matter what. Right now though she was worried about what they might have to say.

"What is it?"

Vlad took a deep breath. "I'm just gonna come right out and say it. We want to adopt Todd."

"Who's Todd?"

"The baby."

"You named him?"

"Yeah. He looks like a Todd doesn't he?"

"I guess so. You want to adopt him? That's great!"

"You mean we can keep him?"

"Of course. You two would make amazing parents."

Brenda was really tired after her shift so they let her stay the night. The next afternoon Vlad and Jason applied lots and lots of sunblock and they all went down to the courthouse to start the adoption process.  A few months later Todd was all theirs. They threw a big adoption party inviting some of their neighbors and of course Brenda. They were the happiest they'd ever been in their lives,apart from their wedding, as they held their son Todd.