#machine gun kelly fics

[estsmutxx]

Hello if ur still doing requests could you do one where y/n has broken up with there bf and has went to stay at there friends house which kells lives at

Basically something like y/ns can’t sleep and is chilling watching tv and kells starts talking to them and etc it gets a little flirty and they give him a bj or something kinda do what you want with this sernario ❤️

Plot:Y/n stays at Colson's house

Parings:Y/n x Colson

Tags/warnings:fighting,yelling,verbal abuse,mention of cheating,blowjob,y/n and colson aren’t in a relationship,size kink if you squint,praise,bad decisions,colson is under the influence but not enough to not give consent(they both consent)

Suggested song:After hours by the weeknd

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You woke up to your boyfriend coming home, the sound of his footsteps filling up the small house. "Josh?" You called out,the bedroom door slowly opening. "Hi." He responded coldly,untying his shoes and crawling into bed next to you. "What time is it?" You asked,yawning right after. "2 am.Go back to sleep." He told you.

"Where were you?" You asked,reaching over the nightstand to turn on the lamp. "With a friend." He responded. You got a good look at him,hickeys covering his neck. You breathed in,smelling a perfume that wasn't yours. "Josh,did you-"

"Go back to sleep." He cut you off. You sat up,leaning against your pillows. "No,tell me what you were doing."  You demanded. He got up quickly with no warning. "I was at the bar,i slept with someone else. Is that what you wanted to hear?" He said,avoiding eye contact at all costs. You looked up at him with big eyes,getting off the bed. "You cheated on me?" You asked in disbelief.  He didn't even respond,he just gave you empty silence.

You stood to your feet,sadly not surprised by his actions. "You have a problem with it? Leave." He told you.

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It was now 3:00 am and you were on Rook's doorstep. You knew him from highschool and you used to be pretty close. You had called him and explained the whole situation to him,and he offered to let you stay with him and his friend Colson. You had met Colson before,but you weren't close at all. You weren't waiting for Rook to open the door,your hands resting on your knees.

"Hey." Rook whispered,leaving the door open for you. "Hi." You spoke,walking into the house slowly. He guided you into the living room and put your bags down for you. "Thank you." You told him before giving him a hug and laying down on his couch.

Almost two hours went by and you couldn't fall

asleep. You couldn't stop thinking about your boyfriend with another woman. You sighed to yourself,turning on the tv. As you were looking for a channel to watch you started to hear music playing from upstairs. A couple seconds went by and you could hear Colson walking down the stairs. "Hey." You said softly,turning down the tv volume.

"What's up." He responded,grabbing a lighter that was on the dining room table. He came back to the living room,sitting on the couch across from the couch you were laying on. He put a blunt in his mouth,lighting it and taking a puff. "I'm sorry to hear about your boyfriend,he sounds like a dick." He told you. You nodded, "Thank you."

He flashed a smile at you,his eyes a dead giveaway that he was crossfaded.

You focused on his face,soaking up his features. "What are you doing up?" You asked as he inhaled a thick cloud of smoke. "Couldn't sleep. You?" He answered. "Same. It feels like my mind is racing." You responded,trying to laugh it off. He looked at you blankly,his expression softening.  "How long you gonna be here for?" He asked,taking another drag.

"Just until I get back on my feet,is that okay?" You asked. He immediately nodded, "Rather you be here than in the streets." He told you. You gave him a weak smile as he took a seat next to you on the couch. He put his hand on your chin,carefully making your eyes meet his. "What?" You asked,your eyes leaving his to look at the foggy window behind him.

"It's been a while since i've seen you." He said,his cold ring touching your face. Your eyes found their way back to his. "I know." You answered,your voice so low you couldn't even tell if he heard you. "It hasn't been the same since you stop hanging around here." He says,his voice raspy from the smoke in his lungs.His thumb brushed over your cheek,moving down to your thigh.

The tension in the air was so thick,it was almost scary. The last time you were alone with Colson you had to fight off the sexual tension in the air and walk away,but this time you couldn't leave. Well,realistically,you could. All you had to do was get up,or even just push his hand away. But you couldn't bring yourself to do that. That's not what you wanted. Well,that's not what your body wanted at least. You moved closer to him,your bodies touching each others.

He leaned in,his lips meeting yours. Before you knew it you were on his lap,his hands wrapped around your neck. He pulled away from your lips just for a second just to mumble "Do you want this?" against your lips. You nodded,your mouth opening to talk but you couldn't get anything out. "I wanna touch you." You admitted,the words coming out by your surprise.His eyes widened with nothing but lust for you.

"Do it." He responded,saying it as a challenge,like if it wasn't something you could do. Your eyes met each other again,your lips wanting to clash against his again. You tried to contain every emotion you were feeling. This was going so fast it was almost making you dizzy. His hands gripped both of your thighs,pulling you closer to him. He pulled your hair up with his hands,guiding your head down to between his thighs.

“You okay with this?” He asked,and you gave him a nod of reassurance as he guided your hands down to the zipper of his pants. You unzipped them and he bucked up his hips so you could pull them down. You used two hands to get his boxers down to his knees,getting on your knees as you eased him into your mouth. Your lips wrapped around his length,sucking your cheeks in as you sucked.

“Fuck-so good.” He praises,his head resting on a pillow laid on the couch. You moved your head up and down,his dick hitting the back of your throat so hard that he could see the imprint of it in your mouth. His fingers brushed over the print,a low groan escaping his lips. His lips stayed slightly parted,his eyes trying to force themselves shut.

You hummed,sending vibrations to his dick as he bucked his hips up,slamming his dick down your throat. “F-fuck keep going.” He groaned,his fingers tangling themselves in your hair. He moved a piece of hair out of your face,staring down at you as you sucked on him. He breathed out,his hair gripping your hair.There were so many little sounds of pleasure coming out of him,you were surprised Rook didn’t come down.

You sped up your movements,your tounge licking a line down his tip to his shaft,causing him to almost yelp. “Fuck,fuck.” He mumbled,his breath so heavy you could barely tell what he was saying. “I’m gonna cum.” He managed to get out,but he might as well not of even warned you because mid sentence he was already finshing.

You gulped,trying your best to swallow it all. You pulled away as Colson reached for a towel,wiping your mouth with it. The air was thick,and it felt like you were holding your breath. You looked up at him,his eyes connecting to yours. There was a line of sweet on his forehead,his blonde curls draped over his eyes. He ran his fingers through his hair,brushing it into his eyes. “Let me see them.” You said,handing his clothes back to him.

He stood up,slipping his boxers on and jumping back into his jeans. “See what?” He asked,his hands sliding his belt into his belt loops. “Your eyes.” You responded,your eyes following his movements. He paused what he was doing,his fingers pushing his waves out of his eyes. You stared into them,like you were searching for something. “What?” He asked,sitting back down on the couch next to you. “Nothing.” You said,realsing a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. “Goodnight.” He spoke,disappearing back upstairs.

[prettytoxicrevolver]

can I request an mgk fic w/ prompts - 2. 'you're shivering' and 27. cold hands ? Ik it's pretty common but something different too, maybe Colson and y/n making out near the bonfire and getting caught ? 😭 thank u hehe

“Alright I'm headed in,” Slim says, standing from his adirondack chair.

“Don’t stay up too late,” he lifts a finger to point between you and Colson.

You both murmur a response and Slim leans down to kiss the top of your head before walking away leaving you and Colson alone. Your eyes gaze over the flickering fire before shifting over to Col who is staring ahead, an unreadable expression on his face.

You wrack your brain trying to think of something to say but the nerves have gotten to you first. Your crush on the famous machine gun kelly has once again rendered you speechless. An issue that was not had before when you were friends but the moment your brain switched on you all of your social skills seemed to follow out the same window.

“(y/n)?” Colson’s voice snaps you from your thoughts and your eyes flick over to his.

“Sorry, say that again?”

“You’re shivering,” he says and you look down to see your hands are actually shaking from the cold.

“Oh uh,” you stutter, pulling your hands close to you and rubbing them together in the hopes you'll warm up. “It’s fine.”

“Come here,” he murmurs gently and you tilt your head at him.

He holds a hand out to you and you stand from your chair. Your hand slips into his and he pulls you down so you’re resting on his lap, his arm circling your waist as you burrow your shivering body into his warm one.

“Your hands are freezing,” he says, cupping them into his chest, the warmth and his heartbeat taking over every other thought you have.

You try not to think too much of it, just focus on the warmth emanating from the boy you were madly in love with, the fire roaring near you and the quiet of the night.

“(y/n)?” Colson calls your name quietly and you turn to gaze into his deep blue eyes.

His eyes flick between yours and your lips and you feel yourself gravitating towards him slowly. When your lips meet you’re sinking further into his touch and you know your body would be melting if he wasn’t holding you tight.

Your hands tangle into his hair, tugging lightly until his lips part and your tongues crash, sliding over each other and passion flows from the two of you. His hands roam your waist, kneading slowly at your curves and you don’t think you’ve ever felt so heavenly in your life.

“Get a room!”

You pull apart slowly, both of your heads whipping over to glare at the voice above who has interrupted you. You spot Rook, Baze, and Slim all standing on the porch of your vacation home smirks adorning their faces.

“We did dickheads,” Colson yells back and you giggle lightly, dropping your head onto his chest.

“Remind me not to look at the security footage,” Slim adds and you lift your head once more, throwing a middle finger towards the three.

“Get a life,” you yell out and this sends the three into chuckles.

They finally back away from the porch railing and before you can say anything, Colson is pulling you in again.

[triplexdoublex]

Sooo nobody was gonna tell me this picture existed! 👀

The way the rosary thigh tat just completes this whole look is just 🤌🏻

[urdadisdumb]

MASTERLIST

🍋=smut 🍓=fluff 🥝=angst

Colson Baker/MGK

JXDN/Jaden Hossler

Pete Davidson

Vinnie Hacker

[cockpunchlore]

ⓒⓞⓜⓟⓛⓘⓒⓐⓣⓔⓓ

ps.  loosely based off the lyrics to my ♥ ex's best friend ♥ a little out of context [ᴏʙᴠɪᴏᴜsʟʏ]

Synopsis:

The silence was deafening inside Matthew’s car as it sped through the neon blaze of the New York starscape.

He had agreed to drive Colson back from the studio. Well, he had offered, because Colson’s license was suspended, and he knew that. aside from that, what else was there to do at 2 am. He hadn’t slept in days and he doubted that tonight it would go any differently but he knew that just about anything would’ve been better than having to go back home.

Matthew’s eyes stayed fixed on the steady streams of red and yellow traffic. Though as he drove he became acutely aware of Colson’s presence in the passenger side of his black range rover, ears tuned in at the slightest sounds from the man next to him. The low rustlings of leather on fabric as Colson readjusted in his seat, the clink of metal when he ran ringed fingers through his hair, and the faintest sigh he made whenever he exhaled his clouds of smoke.

He wondered if Colson knew that he did that. if he also felt the shift in the air as it grew hot with rising tension.

Most of all he wondered whether he was aware of the effect he still had on the younger man but just never spoke of it.

As he flicked out the last of his cigarette Colson’s eyes stayed glued to the side window. More particularly the reflection it showed of the boy that sat across him. The night distorting Matthew into a thousand pieces and then back together again as the lights changed all shades of neon.

He looked so tempting with those dented eyes. They never left their gaze from the windshield but he wondered what he was really thinking about.

If he was thinking about him.

Did he still mean the words he said two summers ago. Did he still want nothing to do with Colson. Did their past still revolve around him the same way it haunted him. he wondered if he had become invisible to Matthews's eyes.

If too much time had passed.

Sure, they had hung out a few odd instances within those times but never alone. Even tonight, in the studio, there was always someone else around. 

one thing is for certain, that going home was the last thing on his mind.

He wanted to say sorry. To apologise for the way he let things end and explain to him the real reason everything felt so complicated back then. To tell him he still felt the same way he did back then and wanted nothing more than to reach over the stirring wheel and taste him right there.

These words were much harder to say out loud than to Matthew’s reflection, mouthed unheard.

They had got off the highway when Matthew briefly broke the silence. He had mumbled something about needing to put on google maps after fiddling for his phone before finally letting his eyes drift down from the road.

They were minutes away from Colson’s hotel and Matthew had its address memorised.

But he typed it in.

The quiet was excruciating but he would still rather that than nothing at all.

He wished he could play pretend just a little while longer, pretend the damage hadn’t already been done and we didn’t go our separate ways. He wished he had said nothing at all back then. Which was what surprised even himself once he uttered his next words.

“is it wrong if I come up with you?”

They cut right through the quiet, interrupting Colson’s unheard apologies.

He hadn’t noticed till now that the car had come to a stop and stood parked across the road from the hotel he was staying at. The sound of tires against the road was replaced with the soft hum of the breeze hitting leaves that bought in the cold night air through his window, still left open.

Matthew let his eyes meet Colson’s.

“yes” he had said “please come”

[brookediamonds]

Just wanted to say that I love your fics! You are such an awesome writer! 👏😊

And can you maybe do a fic based on the song “my ex’s best friend” by Machine Gun Kelly and Backbear?

my ex's best friend (part one)| Axel Kovačević x Fem!Reader

Summary: Trying to put yourself out there again after a break-up, you're dragged to a party where you come across a familiar face who's been waiting for you this entire time. Your ex's best friend.

Word Count: 6.3k Warnings: Smut, p in v, fingering, wrap it before you tap it, 18+, minors dni

gif is not mine

The break-up wasn’t messy.

No screaming, no slammed doors, no betrayal. Just a slow, inevitable unraveling. Miguel walking one way, you walking another.

You told yourselves you’d stay friends. 

We’re still good, right? Miguel had asked, hopeful.

And you nodded, smiling even as something inside you cracked. Of course.

But then Sam happened.

Sam, your best friend. Sam, the one who had sworn she would never look at Miguel that way.

You didn’t cry. You didn’t yell. You just left. Blocked their numbers. Walked past them in the hall like they were strangers. Built a new version of yourself that didn’t include them.

But the loneliness crept in late at night, in the quiet moments when you couldn’t drown it out.

So, you found ways to fill the silence.

Which is exactly how you ended up at this party, red cup in hand, pretending to care about whatever Zack from Economics is saying about cryptocurrency. 

The bass thumps through the floorboards, vibrating up through your shoes. You nod at appropriate intervals while scanning the crowded living room.

"So anyway, that's why I'm telling everyone to invest now," Zack concludes, taking a swig from his cup.

"Fascinating," you say, though you haven't heard a word. Your eyes catch on Tory, waving frantically from across the room. Rescue.

"I should—" you gesture vaguely, and Zack nods, already turning to find his next victim.

Tory a grabs your arm when you reach her. 

"You looked like you were being held hostage," she laughs, pressing a fresh drink into your hand. "Having fun yet?"

"Define fun," you say, taking a sip from the cup. The liquid is sweet and strong—some concoction that tastes like fruit punch but hits like something much stronger.

Tory rolls her eyes. "Come on, it's better than sitting at home scrolling through Netflix for two hours before giving up and going to sleep at nine."

She's not wrong. But before you can admit it, a pair of arms snake around her waist from behind. 

"There you are," Robby says, nuzzling his face into Tory's neck. His cheeks are flushed, eyes bright with the particular gleam that comes after three beers. "We're starting another round of beer pong. Need a partner."

Tory gives you an apologetic look. "Want to come watch?"

But Robby is already tugging her backward. "Hurry up, Tory," he whines, pulling her deeper into the crowd.

"I'll catch up!" you call after them, knowing you won't.

You sigh, taking another sip of your drink. The sweetness barely masks the burn of cheap vodka. 

The living room has grown more packed, bodies pressed together like sardines, the air thick with perfume, sweat, and spilled beer.

You decide to find some air.

Threading your way through the crowd, you push toward what you hope is the kitchen. 

Someone's elbow catches you in the ribs, another person steps on your foot. By the time you break free into the relative calm of the hallway, half your drink has sloshed onto your hand.

"Great," you mutter, shaking droplets from your fingers.

The kitchen is mercifully emptier, just a few people gathered around the island mixing drinks. You head for the sink, setting down your cup to rinse your sticky hand. 

The cool water feels good against your skin, a momentary relief from the chaos of the party.

"I never understood the appeal of jungle juice," comes a low voice from behind you. "It's basically sugar, food coloring, and regret."

You freeze, water still running over your fingers. That voice. The slight accent that wraps around certain words, softening them at the edges.

You turn slowly, and there he is—Axel Kovačević, leaning against the doorframe. He's wearing a simple black t-shirt that makes his pale skin look even more striking. 

His light brown hair is slightly tousled, like he's been running his fingers through it.

"Hey," you say, your voice coming out softer than intended.

Axel pushes himself off the doorframe with a fluid motion and walks toward you. 

There's something predatory in the way he moves—deliberate, measured, like he's always aware of exactly how much space he occupies.

"Didn't expect to see you here," he says, reaching past you to grab a clean cup from the counter. His arm brushes yours, and you catch the faint scent of his cologne.

You turn off the faucet, suddenly self-conscious of your wet hands. "Yeah, well... Tory dragged me."

"Ah," he nods, a knowing smile playing at his lips. "And then abandoned you for beer pong with Robby."

"You saw that?"

"I see a lot of things," Axel says, his blue eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes your skin warm. "Including how quickly you tried to escape Zack's crypto lecture."

You laugh despite yourself. "You were watching me?"

A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he pours something amber-colored into his cup. "Maybe. It was quite the performance—all those interested nods while your eyes screamed for help."

"Didn't realize I was so transparent," you say, reaching for a paper towel to dry your hands.

Axel leans against the counter beside you, close enough that your shoulders almost touch. "Only to someone who's paying attention."

There's something in the way he says it—soft, almost intimate—that makes your pulse quicken. 

You've known Axel for years, of course. Miguel's best friend. Always there, always watching from the sidelines. 

But something feels different tonight. The way he's looking at you, like he's seeing you properly for the first time.

"This kitchen's getting crowded," Axel says, glancing over his shoulder as a group of laughing sophomores stumble in. "And that music is giving me a headache."

You nod, suddenly aware of how the bass is vibrating through the floor, making the glassware in the cabinets rattle slightly. 

The kitchen, once a refuge, is now filling with people looking for more drinks or snacks.

"Want to go somewhere quieter?" he asks, his voice dropping a notch lower. "I found a spot upstairs earlier—the study has actual comfortable furniture and a door that closes." 

He lifts his cup slightly. "I've got a much better bottle than whatever they're serving in those red cups."

Your eyes flick to the doorway where a couple is now making out against the refrigerator, and back to Axel. 

Something about his invitation feels significant, like stepping over an invisible line.

"Lead the way," you say, picking up your cup.

Axel smiles—not his usual smirk, but something genuine that reaches his dark blue eyes. He gestures for you to follow him, and you weave through the crowd together, his tall frame creating a path that you slip through behind him.

The staircase is less crowded, though a few people sit on the steps, deep in conversation. Axel's hand finds the small of your back as you navigate around them, his touch light but steady. Your skin tingles beneath your shirt where his fingers rest.

"Watch the step," he murmurs close to your ear as you reach a slightly uneven part of the staircase. His breath is warm against your neck, sending a small shiver down your spine.

At the top of the stairs, the noise of the party seems to recede slightly, like you're moving underwater. The hallway is dimly lit, with closed doors lining both sides.

Axel leads you to the end of the corridor, pushing open a heavy wooden door. 

"After you," he says, stepping aside.

The study is exactly as he described—bookshelves lining one wall, a plush leather couch against another, and a large desk by the window. 

A single lamp casts a warm glow over the room, creating pools of gold light that soften the shadows. The bass from downstairs is just a distant pulse here, like a heartbeat.

"How did you even find this place?" you ask, running your fingers along the spine of a leather-bound book on the shelf.

Axel closes the door behind you with a soft click. 

"I explore," he says simply, setting his cup down on a side table. "Most people at parties never venture past wherever the alcohol is being served. They're missing out."

You move to sit on the desk and Axel comes over to stand near you. Not too close, just enough that you can feel the subtle shift in the air between you. 

The polished wood is cool beneath your thighs as you perch on its edge, your feet dangling slightly above the floor.

"So," he says, pulling a small flask from his back pocket. He unscrews the cap and offers it to you first. "Better than what you were drinking, I promise."

Your fingers brush as you take the flask, and you try to ignore the little jolt that runs through you at the contact. 

The metal is warm from being pressed against his body. You take a small sip, and the liquid burns pleasantly through your throat—smoother than the jungle juice, with notes of caramel and oak that linger on your tongue.

"Whiskey?" you ask, handing the flask back.

"Bourbon," Axel corrects, his fingers lingering against yours a moment longer than necessary. 

He takes a sip himself, his throat working as he swallows. A comfortable silence settles between you, punctuated only by the muffled thump of music from downstairs.

"It's been a while," Axel says finally, his eyes finding yours in the dim light. "Since we've talked. Really talked."

You nod, suddenly aware of how true that is. After the breakup, after Sam, you'd cut everyone off—including Axel, even though he wasn't directly involved. Miguel's best friend was part of that. 

You fiddle with the edge of your shirt, suddenly finding the pattern fascinating. "Yeah, well. Life moves on, right?"

Axel takes another sip from his flask, his eyes never leaving your face. "Does it? Because Miguel seems to think you've fallen off the face of the earth."

The mention of his name makes something twist in your chest. "Miguel doesn't get to have opinions about my life anymore."

"Fair enough," Axel says, leaning against the desk beside you, close enough that your shoulders almost touch. "What about me? Do I get to have opinions?"

You glance at him sideways. "About what?"

"About how you disappeared from everyone's lives. Including mine." There's no accusation in his voice, just a quiet curiosity that makes it hard to look away.

"I didn't think you'd notice," you say honestly.

Axel laughs, but there's no humor in it. The sound is hollow, almost pained. He turns to face you fully, one hand braced on the desk beside your thigh.

"Not notice you?" His voice drops to something just above a whisper. "That's the problem. I've always noticed you."

The air between you seems to thicken. You can count his eyelashes in the dim light, see the slight flush creeping up his neck.

"What does that mean?" you ask, your own voice barely audible over the distant thrum of the party.

Axel's eyes—those dark blue eyes that always seemed to be watching from the periphery—lock onto yours with an intensity that steals your breath.

"It means," he says, measuring each word carefully, "that I noticed you the first day Miguel introduced us. I noticed how you laughed with your whole body.”

"I noticed how you lit up when talking about your passions. I noticed how you always made room for people, even when they didn't deserve it." He takes a deep breath. "And I noticed how Miguel never saw what was right in front of him."

Your heart hammers against your ribs. "What?"

Axel sets the flask down on the desk, his movements deliberate. When he looks at you again, there's something raw in his expression.

"Miguel was my best friend. Is my best friend. But he was blind to what he had." His voice drops even lower. "He never saw how beautiful you are—not just here," he gestures vaguely toward your face, "but here." His hand hovers near your heart without touching you.

The air between you feels electric, charged with something you can't name.

"Axel..." you start, not sure what you're going to say. The words catch in your throat, trapped there by his intense gaze.

"I know I shouldn't say these things," he continues, running a hand through his hair. "He's my friend. But watching him with you..." He shakes his head slightly. "It was torture."

You swallow hard, your mouth suddenly dry. "Why didn't you ever say anything?"

His laugh is soft, almost sad. "What was I supposed to say? 'Hey, man, I think you're taking your girlfriend for granted?' Or better yet, 'I can't stop thinking about her'?" 

The confession hangs in the air between you. His eyes search yours, looking for something—permission, perhaps. Or rejection.

"I never meant to feel this way," he says, his accent thickening with emotion. 

"But I watched him miss every single sign when you were upset. I saw him ignore what hurt you most," he continues, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "And I noticed things about you he never did."

His eyes drift down briefly before meeting yours again, a flush spreading across his cheekbones. "The way you bite your lip when you're concentrating. How your eyes catch the light when you laugh. The curve of your neck when you tilt your head to listen."

You feel heat rising to your face under his gaze, which has become more intense, more deliberate. His eyes travel down your body and back up in a way that makes your skin tingle.

"I noticed how you'd walk into a room and every head would turn," he admits, his accent becoming more pronounced with each confession. "The way that dress hugged your curves at Miguel's birthday party last year—I couldn't take my eyes off you all night."

He shifts his stance, moving with that same fluid grace that has always defined him, until he's standing directly in front of you. 

The desk puts you nearly at eye level with him, despite his towering height. 

Your knees part instinctively to accommodate him, and suddenly he's there, between your legs, close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating from his body.

"I've tried not to look," he confesses, his voice rough around the edges. His hands come to rest on the desk on either side of your hips, not quite touching you but effectively caging you in. "I've tried to be respectful. To be the good friend. But god, do you have any idea what you do to me?"

The air between you feels charged, electric. His eyes, those deep blue pools that have always seemed to see right through you, now burn with an intensity that makes your breath catch.

"Tell me to stop," he whispers, leaning in closer. "Tell me this isn't what you want, and I'll walk away right now."

The logical part of your brain knows you should say it—tell him to back off, remind him that he's Miguel's best friend, that this crosses a line you can't uncross. 

But the words won't come. Instead, your heart pounds so loudly you're certain he can hear it.

"I can't," you breathe, your voice barely audible even to your own ears.

His eyes darken. "You can't what?"

"I can't tell you to stop," you admit, the confession spilling out before you can catch it. "I've thought about this too. About you."

The revelation hangs between you for a heartbeat, and then Axel moves. One hand slides up to cup your face, thumb brushing over your cheek.

His thumb traces your bottom lip, sending shivers down your spine. 

"Say it again," he murmurs, his voice husky. "Tell me what you want."

"You," you whisper, the word hanging in the air between you. "I want you, Axel."

Something snaps in his expression, a final thread of restraint breaking. He leans in, closing the last inches between you, and then his lips are on yours.

The first touch is gentle, almost tentative, a question. But when you respond, parting your lips slightly, the kiss transforms. 

His hand slides to the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair as he deepens the kiss with a hunger that takes your breath away.

You taste bourbon on his tongue, his other hand moves to your waist, pulling you closer to the edge of the desk. 

You pull him closer to you, grinding against him. The friction sends a jolt of electricity through your body, and you feel him respond immediately, his breath catching in his throat. 

His hands move to your hips, guiding your movements as you arch against him.

"I've thought about this," he murmurs against your lips, "for so long."

His mouth trails down your neck, leaving a path of fire wherever he touches. 

You tilt your head back, giving him better access as his teeth graze your sensitive skin. Your fingers thread through his brown hair, softer than you'd imagined.

"Tell me," you breathe, barely recognizing your own voice. "Tell me what you've thought about."

Axel pulls back slightly, his dark blue eyes almost black with desire. The flush on his pale cheeks has deepened, spreading down his neck.

"Everything," he confesses, his accent thick with desire. "The way you'd look in my arms, how you'd sound saying my name, how your skin would feel against mine."

His hands move to your thighs, the heat of his palms burning through the denim of your skirt. Your breath catches as his fingers trace small circles just above your knees.

"I've imagined touching you like this," he whispers, his eyes never leaving yours. "Imagined what you'd do if I..."

He trails his hands up your thighs, softly pushing your jean skirt up. The fabric bunches around your hips as his fingers trace patterns on your bare skin. 

Each touch sends electricity coursing through you, making it hard to breathe, to think.

"Is this okay?" he asks, his voice rough with restraint.

You nod, not trusting yourself to speak. His hands hesitate at the edge of your underwear, his eyes searching yours for permission.

"Yes," you whisper, your voice barely audible above the distant thump of bass from downstairs.

That single word breaks something loose in him. His fingers slide higher, tracing the edge of your underwear with a touch so light it makes you shiver. 

You feel your breath catching as his fingertips ghost over the fabric, testing, teasing.

"I've dreamed about this," he confesses, his voice rough with desire. "Touching you like this. Watching your face when I do."

And he is watching. Those eyes fixed on yours, catching every reaction, every flutter of your eyelashes, every caught breath. 

His gaze is almost as intoxicating as his touch.

You can only moan, unable to form words as his fingers finally make contact. The pressure is gentle at first, exploratory, as he strokes you through the thin cotton. 

Your hips instinctively arch into his touch, seeking more.

"You're so responsive," he murmurs, his accent thickening with desire. "So beautiful like this."

His other hand slides up your side, fingers splaying across your ribs, then higher, thumb brushing the underside of your breast through your shirt. 

The dual sensation makes you gasp, eyes fluttering close 

His fingers hover at the edge of your underwear, and your breath catches in anticipation. 

With deliberate slowness, Axel hooks his finger under the elastic and gently pulls the fabric to the side. The cool air hits your exposed skin, making you shiver.

"God," he breathes, his voice rough with desire. His eyes flick up to yours, dark and intense. "You're so wet already."

You can only whimper in response as his fingertip traces your entrance with light touches. Your hips cant forward instinctively, seeking more pressure, more friction, more of him.

"Patience," he whispers, leaning forward to press his lips against your neck. "I've waited so long for this. Let me savor you."

His finger slides through your folds, exploring with gentle curiosity. 

Every touch sends sparks shooting up your spine. 

When one finger slips inside you, your head falls back, a moan escaping your lips.

"Axel," you breathe, his name like a prayer on your tongue.

He adds a second finger, curling them slightly, and you have to bite your lip to keep from crying out. 

His thumb finds your clit, circling with just the right pressure to make your thighs tremble.

"You feel incredible," he murmurs against your neck, his voice strained with his own desire. "So perfect."

Your hands grip his shoulders, feeling the lean muscle beneath his shirt. His fingers work inside you, building a rhythm that has you panting, teetering on the edge of something magnificent.

But it's not enough. Not nearly enough.

"Axel," you say, your voice breathy but determined. You pull back just enough to look into his eyes. 

The dim light of the study makes the blue of his irises seem deeper, more intense. 

His pupils are blown wide with desire, his breath coming in short bursts that match your own.

"I need more," you whisper, your voice trembling slightly. Your fingers trail down his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath your palm. "I want to feel you. All of you."

His fingers still inside you, and for a moment, he just looks at you—really looks at you—like he's memorizing every detail of your face.

"Are you sure?" he asks, his accent thicker than you've ever heard it. There's vulnerability in his question, a hesitation that makes your chest tighten.

In answer, you reach for his belt, your fingers fumbling slightly with the buckle. "I've never been more sure in my life."

His hands tremble slightly as he works open his belt. The metallic clink of the buckle seems unnaturally loud in the quiet room. 

You help him, your fingers brushing against his as together you undo his jeans.

When you push them down his hips, he lets out a shaky breath that warms your neck. His underwear does little to hide how much he wants you.

"I've thought about this so many times," he murmurs, voice rough with desire as he steps out of his jeans. "But nothing compares to the real thing. To you."

You pull him closer, wrapping your legs around his waist. The desk creaks beneath you as he presses forward, his hardness rubbing against your core through the thin fabric of his underwear.

"Take these off," you whisper, tugging at the waistband.

He complies, stepping back just enough to push the fabric down his hips. Your breath catches as he springs free, and for a moment, you just look at him.

The lean muscles of his torso tapering down to narrow hips, the light dusting of hair trailing below his navel, the unmistakable evidence of how much he wants you.

When you reach for him, wrapping your fingers around his length, Axel lets out a sound that's half-groan, half-gasp.

His eyes flutter closed for a moment, long lashes casting shadows on his cheekbones. His skin is hot against your palm, velvet over steel.

"God," he breathes, his accent thick with desire. "Your touch..."

You stroke him slowly, savoring the way his breath hitches, the way his muscles tense beneath your free hand. His face is a study in barely contained control. 

His lips parted, eyes half-lidded but watching you intently. When you run your thumb over the tip, collecting the moisture there, his whole body shudders.

"I need you," he whispers, his voice barely audible. "Now."

He positions himself between your thighs, one hand bracing against the desk beside your hip. The other cups your face, thumb tracing your bottom lip with a tenderness that contrasts with the hunger in his eyes.

"Wait," he says suddenly, his voice strained. He pulls back slightly, reaching for his discarded jeans. "I need to—"

"I'm on the pill," you tell him, your fingers trailing up his arm, feeling the subtle definition of muscle beneath his pale skin. "If you're okay with that..."

His eyes widen slightly, searching your face. "You sure?"

In answer, you pull him closer, wrapping your legs more firmly around his waist. 

"Yes," you breathe, pulling him closer. "I want to feel all of you, Axel. Nothing between us."

A soft groan escapes him at your words, his eyes darkening further 

The world narrows to this single point of contact as he pushes inside you with agonizing slowness. 

Your breath catches in your throat as he fills you completely, stretching you in the most delicious way possible. 

His forehead presses against yours, eyes locked on yours, watching every flicker of expression that crosses your face.

"Are you okay?" he whispers, his accent thicker than you've ever heard it, voice strained with the effort of holding still.

You can only nod, overwhelmed by the feeling of completeness, of rightness. 

Your fingers dig into his shoulders, anchoring yourself to him as your body adjusts to the intrusion.

"You feel..." He trails off, seemingly unable to find the words. His eyes close briefly, dark lashes fanning against his flushed cheeks. "Perfect. So perfect."

Then he begins to move, pulling back slowly before pushing forward again. 

Each thrust sends waves of pleasure radiating through your body. The desk creaks beneath you, the sound mixing with your breathless gasps and his low groans. 

His pace is measured, controlled, each movement deliberate and deep.

But it's not enough. The coiling tension inside you demands more.

"Axel," you breathe against his ear, your voice barely recognizable to your own ears. "Harder."

He pulls back just enough to look at you, his dark blue eyes searching yours. 

"You want me to go harder?" The concern in his voice makes something flutter in your chest, even as desire burns through your veins.

"Yes," you whisper, fingers tangling in his light brown hair. "Please. I need more of you."

Something shifts in his expression, an undeniable hunger breaking through his careful control. 

With one fluid motion, Axel sweeps away the few items on the desk's surface. His strong hands grip your waist, pushing you backward until you're lying flat against the polished wood. 

The cool surface presses against your heated skin as he towers over you, his eyes dark with desire.

"Like this?" he asks, his voice a low rumble that you feel more than hear.

Before you can answer, he takes your right leg and lifts it, positioning it over his shoulder. 

The new angle makes you gasp as he slides impossibly deeper. His fingers dig into your thigh, holding you steady as he begins to move with renewed purpose.

"Oh god," you moan, your back arching off the desk. 

The position leaves you completely exposed to him, vulnerable in the most exquisite way. Each thrust hits places inside you that make stars burst behind your eyelids. 

Your hands scramble for purchase on the smooth surface, finally gripping the edges of the desk as pleasure builds inside you.

"Axel, yes," you cry out, no longer caring if anyone downstairs might hear. The world has narrowed to just this, his body moving against yours, inside yours, claiming you completely.

His free hand slides up your body, pushing your shirt higher, exposing your stomach to the cool air. 

His fingers trace patterns on your skin, teasing higher until he's cupping your breast through your bra. 

When his thumb brushes over your nipple, even through the fabric, a shock of pleasure courses through you, making you clench around him.

"You're incredible," he breathes, his eyes never leaving your face. "So beautiful like this."

The intensity of his gaze as he watches you—really watches you—sends a thrill through your body. 

It's nothing like it was with Miguel. With Miguel, it had been comfortable, familiar, routine. 

He'd known what worked and stuck to it. But this—Axel's eyes never leave yours, studying every reaction, every gasp, adjusting his movements accordingly. 

He's learning you, memorizing you.

His movements grow more urgent, more demanding. The desk creaks beneath you as his thrusts become deeper, harder, exactly what you need. 

Each stroke hits a spot inside you that makes your toes curl, your breath catch in your throat.

"Look at me," he commands softly, his accent thickening with desire. "I want to see your face when you come."

Your eyes lock with his, and the connection is almost too much—too intimate, too raw. There's something in his gaze that Miguel never had when you were together. A hunger, yes, but also something like reverence.

One of his hands slides between your bodies, finding the bundle of nerves at your center. His fingers circle with just the right pressure, just the right rhythm, as if he's studied your body for years.

"How do you know exactly..." you gasp, words failing as pleasure builds inside you.

A small, smug smile curves his lips. 

"I told you," he whispers, his voice rough with desire. "I've been watching you for years. Noticing everything about you."

The pressure inside you builds, coiling tighter with each thrust, each circle of his fingers. Your breathing comes in short gasps now, your body trembling on the edge of release.

"Axel," you moan, his name falling from your lips. "I'm close. So close."

His movements become more intense, more deliberate. The controlled rhythm gives way to something more primal, more desperate. 

His breathing is ragged, his skin flushed and glistening in the dim light.

"That's it," he encourages, his accent thicker than you've ever heard it. "Let go for me. I want to see you come undone."

The pressure builds to an almost unbearable point, a tidal wave gathering force at the edge of your consciousness. 

Your body tenses, back arching off the cold wood as the first waves of your orgasm crash through you. 

"Axel!" His name tears from your throat, a desperate, pleading sound that echoes in the quiet room.

Your entire body pulses around him as pleasure radiates outward from your core, sending shockwaves of sensation to your fingertips, your toes, the top of your head. 

Your vision blurs at the edges, the world narrowing to just this moment, just him.

"God, you're beautiful," Axel groans, his voice strained as he watches you come apart beneath him. His movements grow erratic, his rhythm faltering as your body clenches around him. "The way you look right now—"

His words dissolve into a guttural moan as his control finally shatters. 

You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him on. 

"Don't stop," you pant, running your hands up his arms, feeling the muscles trembling with exertion. You pull him down towards, until your foreheads touch.

Something breaks in his expression, the last thread of control snapping. With a final, deep thrust, he buries himself inside you completely. 

His release comes with a shudder that runs through his entire body, a deep groan torn from his throat as he pulses inside you. 

The sensation of warmth spreading inside you is exquisite, intimate in a way you've never experienced before. 

You moan at the feeling of him spilling his seed inside of you, your body clenching around him, drawing out every last pulse. 

The connection feels primal, and ancient, something beyond words as your bodies communicate in the oldest language known to humanity.

"Oh my god," you breathe, your voice barely audible over the sound of your combined ragged breathing.

Axel's forehead is still pressed against yours, his eyes closed, long lashes fanned against his flushed cheeks. 

He's trembling slightly, aftershocks running through his lean frame. When he finally opens his eyes, the intensity in them makes your breath catch. 

The dark blue is almost black in the dim light, pupils still blown wide with pleasure.

"That was..." he starts, then shakes his head slightly, seemingly at a loss for words. His thumb traces your cheekbone with a tenderness that makes your heart ache. "I don't have the words."

You're lying on the desk, your body still humming with aftershocks of pleasure, feeling more alive than you have in months. 

The wood is cool against your back, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from Axel's body above you. His weight is pleasant, grounding you in this moment that feels almost dreamlike.

"I do," you whisper, a smile tugging at your lips. "That was fucking amazing."

Axel's serious expression cracks, and he laughs—a genuine laugh that transforms his face, softening the sharp edges and making his eyes crinkle at the corners. 

The sound is rich and warm, wrapping around you like a blanket.

"Always so eloquent," he teases, but his eyes are soft, tender in a way that makes your heart flutter.

With gentle hands, he helps you sit up, his movements careful as if you're made of something precious. 

The desk creaks beneath you as you shift, your body pleasantly sore in ways you haven't felt in a long time. 

The gentleness in his movements is almost more intimate than what you had just experienced. 

Axel bends down to retrieve his underwear from the floor, sliding them up his long legs in one fluid motion. 

You watch, still perched on the edge of the desk, as the fabric clings to his lean muscles. 

"You're staring," he says, a smile playing at his lips as he steps into his jeans.

"Can you blame me?" Your voice comes out huskier than intended, still raw from your earlier cries.

He fastens his belt, the metal buckle clinking softly in the quiet room. The sound brings you back to reality—to the party still raging downstairs, to the fact that you're half-dressed on a stranger's desk.

"Come here," he says, his voice soft as he extends his hand to you.

You take it, sliding off the desk. Your legs wobble slightly, and he steadies you with a hand at your waist, his touch warm through the thin fabric of your shirt.

"Easy," he murmurs, his accent making the word sound like a caress. "No rush."

"We should probably..." You gesture vaguely at your disheveled state. 

Axel nods, his eyes still dark with lingering desire. 

"Let me help you," he says softly, reaching for your shirt that's ridden up nearly to your bra.

His fingers brush against your skin as he gently tugs the fabric down, smoothing it over your stomach with careful attention. The touch is gentle but sends shivers across your skin nonetheless.

"Turn around," he murmurs, his accent caressing the words. "Your skirt is all..." He makes a twisting motion with his hand, a hint of color rising to his pale cheeks.

You spin slowly, feeling surprisingly vulnerable in this moment of tenderness after what you've just shared. 

His hands settle on your hips, warm and steady as he adjusts your skirt, making sure the fabric falls properly. His fingers linger at the small of your back, tracing small circles there.

"Your hair," he murmurs, stepping behind you. His fingers thread through the tangled strands, gently working out the knots that formed while you were writhing beneath him on the desk. 

There's something reverent in the way he touches you—like he's handling something precious, irreplaceable.

You lean into his touch, eyes fluttering closed as he carefully smooths your hair. His fingertips occasionally brush against your neck, sending pleasant shivers down your spine.

"There," he says softly, his breath warm against your ear. "Beautiful again."

You turn to face him, suddenly shy despite the intimacy you just shared. "I wasn't before?"

Axel's eyes soften, the dark blue warming like a summer sky at dawn. 

"You're always beautiful," he says, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Even when you're a complete mess."

The teasing lilt in his voice makes you smile despite yourself. You reach up to straighten his collar, which has gone askew during your encounter.

"You're not so bad yourself," you reply, smoothing the fabric between your fingers. "When you're not being all broody and mysterious."

He catches your hand as you pull away, bringing your fingers to his lips. 

The gentle kiss he presses against your knuckles is so at odds with the passionate intensity from moments ago that it makes your heart stutter in your chest.

"I should probably find Tory," you say reluctantly, even as your body leans toward his like a flower seeking sunlight. "Let her know I'm still alive."

Axel nods, but doesn't release your hand. 

"Or," he says, voice dropping to that low register that sends warmth pooling in your belly, "we could just leave. Together."

The suggestion hangs in the air between you, full of possibility. 

You feel your pulse quicken at the thought of leaving with him, of continuing what you've started in the privacy of your own space.

"Drive me home?" you ask, your voice soft but steady.

His eyes light up, a slow smile spreading across his face. "I'd love nothing more."

You gather your things, checking your appearance one last time in a small mirror hanging on the wall. 

Your cheeks are still flushed, your lips slightly swollen from his kisses. There's a subtle glow about you that can't be explained away by the dim lighting.

Axel opens the study door, peering out to check the hallway. 

"Coast is clear," he says, holding the door for you.

The party seems to have grown even louder downstairs, the bass thumping through the floorboards as you make your way down the stairs. 

Axel's hand finds yours in the crowd, his long fingers intertwining with yours. The simple touch feels intimate, a silent claim that sends a thrill through you.

You spot Tory by the beer pong table, cheering as Robby sinks a ball. 

Her face lights up when she sees you, then her eyes widen slightly as she notices Axel beside you, your hands linked.

"Hey!" she shouts over the music, weaving through the crowd toward you. "Where have you been? I've been looking everywhere!"

"Just getting some air," you say, aware of the half-truth in your words. "It was too loud down here."

Tory's eyes flick between you and Axel, a slow smile spreading across her face as understanding dawns. 

Her gaze drops to your joined hands, then back up to your flushed cheeks.

"I'm heading out," you tell her, raising your voice to be heard over the music. "Axel's going to drive me home."

"Oh, is he now?" Tory's eyebrows shoot up, her smile turning mischievous. She leans in closer, her lips nearly brushing your ear. "What happened to 'I'm just going to make an appearance and leave'?"

You feel heat rising to your cheeks. "Plans change."

"I can see that." She pulls back, her eyes dancing with amusement as she gives Axel an appraising look. “Take care of her."

"I intend to," Axel responds, his voice low and serious despite the playful gleam in his eyes. The promise in those three simple words sends a shiver down your spine.

Tory gives you a knowing look, mouthing "details later" before Robby calls her back to the beer pong table. 

She offers a little wave as she disappears back into the crowd, leaving you and Axel standing in the pulsing heart of the party.

"Ready?" Axel asks, his thumb tracing small circles on the back of your hand.

You nod, suddenly eager to escape the crowded house with its too-loud music and too many bodies. 

"Ready," you smile up at him.

The night air feels like a promise of something new, something just for the two of you.

─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ─

part two

Masterlist

Taglist: @ggrgcribg

(a/n: thank you for your kind words! LOVED this one. gonna be working on my smut writing these next 2-3 one shots i apologize in advance)

[strong-with-the-sarcasm]

Part 2 - let the world know

“I wish I could let the world know that it’s okay to let the pain show and even though times seem bad, it always rains before the rainbow.” -A Little More by Machine Gun Kelly

Dp x DC: Regent!Jazz AU Vigilante!Jazz AU

Prompt Masterlist

In traditional Fenton luck, shit goes sideways when Jazz wasn’t looking.

The Joker breaks out of Arkham.

Now, Jazz is fully aware of the Clown’s evil-ness and Danny’s trauma with all things Circus thanks to Freakshow has her hackles raised when the spirits of Gotham start screeching in her ear mid-patrol that “Joker is free!”

Like hell the guy would stay that way.

Lady Gotham is anxiously watching the Regent stomp towards Arkham, where the Mad Clown had yet to fully leave the premises into Gotham proper.

Would Jazz kill the Clown?

Many of the Unquiet Dead of Gotham are the staunchest supporters of kill, kill, kill on a good day, but with the Clown?

They seethed, they writhed, they thirsted for their vengeance and with every life taken by the Joker, the number grew.

Jazz hated the thought of death, ironically.

It’s one thing to rule the Dead and Never-born, but to add to the Realms' population by her own hand?

(It wouldn't be the first time.)

Well, Jasmine Nightingale would have to check her morals at the door, because when Lady Gotham begins to hesitantly (then vivaciously) root for you to “please end him, dear” one has to reconsider a few things about themselves.

For instance, how would she avoid becoming the next Joker? It was a hushed confession of the Lady that made Jazz hesitate at the border between Gotham and Arkham-

A dead man's switch would trigger a Joker Venom bomb, infecting those nearby.

Would the gas affect a Liminal?

True, Jazz was very much a living being (she often woke up in a cold sweat with a hand at her neck, heart beating against her fingers), but she was Death-claimed.

Was this how Danny felt as a Halfa? Weighing the living half vs the dead to see which would win out in a fight?

Not for the first time, Jazz found herself thankful that she was only Liminal.

Heart in her throat, Jazz considered her options.

It would be easy to just run him through with her ecto-sword, a gift from her once-mentor Pandora, but she would likely have to fight her way through bats and birds to both get to and away from the Clown.

Jazz could also just ask for aid from Lady Gotham and/or the Unquiet Dead to enshroud her from vigilant eyes as she absconds with Joker to Crime Alley.

(Jazz was sure Red Hood wouldn’t mind if she dropped a dead clown at his feet. He seemed the type to appreciate a job well done.)

(If her heart raced slightly in response to that thought, no it didn’t.)

Despite all her reservations about murder, killing the clown felt like an honor for the Regent.

(Blood had long since been on her hands.)

The morning would bring chaos as the people learned of the Joker's fate, Batman's failure to return him to Arkham, and how someone finally had enough of the black furry's inaction to stop the clown.

Sometimes, inaction is just as bad as action.

(A Fenton who learned that well.)

Jazz, in full Regent armor, mounted the Joker's head at the mouth of her alleyway, the same one that she used as a checkpoint between her apartment and the Park Row graveyard. A grotesque trophy that would be used as a symbol of the Regent's authority to avenge, of her willingness to cross the line of morality.

The Unquiet Dead who owed their demise to the Joker could now pass on and Jazz could call it a night.

That was, until whatever tomorrow brought around to spite the younger Fentons.

Typical.

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[This was more of a short fic rather than the prompt I first started with, but it just came to me. I want to explore some things with events leading up to Danny and Jazz in Gotham, but I'm not sure. I need help to describe Jazz's armor because I have a general idea, but I'm not sure about the details. Ideas?]

[Hopefully I'll be able to put more Regent!Jazz than Vigilante!Jazz, but I also really like Jazz as one. Bet you can't guess the name I use for her as a vigilante!]

[whowantslovergirl]

Why are you here?

Nate Jacobs x reader (reader is female with she/her pronouns)

warnings: a lil bit of smut, suggestive lyrics ig, there is so much song fics i deeply apologize, cursing, this is before Maddy but they’re in junior year already, so like beginning of junior year, Y/N HAVING THE MOST SELF RESPECT, Nate Jacobs, mgk song 🤠,italics are flashbacks,^ this means start the song 💋 hope you enjoy my lovers 🤍

euphoria masterlist

Summary: Nate and Y/N are so bad for each other

posted: February 12,2024

Nate and Y/N broke up two months ago and Nate still thinks they’re together. She can never move on. He definitely cannot move on. They are terrible for each other and they know that but they still find each other. ^

I hate that I saw you again last night

You were with somebody and so was I

Met you in the bathroom at 12:05

And I fucked you again

We can never be friends, yeah, yeah, yeah

You were at some random party. Maddy forced you to come. You were having fun until you saw him, your ex, on some other girl grinding on her. You can’t be mad. You had a date but still why is he with another girl.

_____

It was 12:05 you guys were both in the bathroom.

Fucking.

You can’t believe you did this.

“I can’t believe I did this! Get out of me Nate!” He finished and you were freaking out. You put your hands on your face freaking out. The main reason you were mad is because this is not the first time this happened.

“Calm down Y/N it’s not that serious.”

“To you! I promised myself that this bathroom thing will not happen again!” You rushed out of the bathroom leaving him.

I'm not myself

I'm not myself when you're around, no

Can't be helped

We are insane, that's just the way it goes

Nate and Y/N are back together for the tenth? time and it’s good for now.

Until you saw him with Maddy.

_____

“Maddy, Nate? Are you serious?”

“It’s not that serious Y/N.”

“You always say that! But if it was my ex you would be throwing a bitch fit!”

and he did.

**Flashback**

“Why the fuck were you talking to him!” Nate was screaming because you talking to your ex.

He accidentally bumped into you and said sorry and you said it’s fine.

That was the whole conversation.

“I’m sorry is two words talking now?! All I said was it’s fine!”

“Bullshit!”

You rolled your eyes. “Unbelievable Un fucking believable!”

**End of Flashback**

I'm a demon in the night

She's an angel with the white

Told me keep on all the lights

I'ma show you what you like

Two months later. Everyone is at a party.

And Nate is trying to get back together again.

“Come on you know we’re perfect for each other!”

“No we’re really not Nate. Please leave me alone. I have pepper spray and a pocket knife in my bag.” Then you walked away trying to leave.

Help you put back on your clothes

Make sure nothing's on your nose

Ain't even tell my closest homies, nobody knows

“We’re really not right?” Nate said smirking. The bathroom shit happened again.

“Shut the fuck up Nate.” You said rolling your eyes. He can see you struggling with your dress and helps you.

“Oh I bet you’re gonna brag about this huh? ‘Oh yea I fucked her again!’ right?”

“I actually never told anyone about this.” You just roll your eyes and left. That is such bullshit.

I hate that I saw you again last night

You were with somebody and so was I

Met you in the bathroom at 12:05

And I fucked you again

“Fuck!” You said finishing. He groaned and slipped out of you. “We really need to stop this nonsense Nate.”

“Why Y/n? Nothing is going wrong.”

“To you Nate! I promised myself I wouldn’t do this shit with you again!” He tried to speak but you just left. He smirked and left slightly after.

We can never be friends, yeah, yeah, yeah

“We can never be friends. We are way past that point.” You said while in Nate’s room. He asked if you guys can talk and you said yes.

“Yea friends don’t do what we do.” He said laughing.

“This isn’t funny Nate! We’re done. I’m done.” You said trying to walk out but he grabbed your arm. “If you’re done why was I inside you last night?”

“Ugh you’re an asshole!”

“I know. So I’ll see you in the bathroom Y/n.” You didn’t say anything and left like always.

I couldn't cry

I need to smoke, I'm feeling sick inside

From seeing you next to a friend of mine

We didn't speak but I read your mind

Both telling lies, our alibis didn't work this time

It’s been six months since you guys last fucked in the bathroom. And you’ve been taking care of yourself not worrying about Nate. You’re with McKay just talking, not anything special just catching up as two friends.

Nate saw this and just walked out, mad that you’re not talking to him or laughing with him. He’s so fucking angry.

I'm a demon in the night

She's an angel with the white

Told her keep on all the lights

You can show me what you like

“Hey angel.” You jumped because you didn’t know he was in there, in your room. “Nate get out.”

“You know you don’t want me to do that. I just wanna see you.”

“Well I don’t want to see you so get out.” He starts getting closer and the back of your knees hit the bed causing you to fall on the bed. He slowly comes on top of you and starts kissing, biting, and licking your neck.

“Nate stop.” You said pushing him away.

“You don’t really want me to stop do you?” You just stay silent and he takes off your shirt then his own.

“Ima show you what you like baby.”

Help me put back on my clothes

Make sure nothing's on my nose

Can't even tell my closest homies, nobody knows

Nate and Y/n are now dating (again) but secretly this time. You didn’t want the backlash from your friends and Nate was going with it because you told him too. He couldn’t give less of a fuck.

You guys are about to go to a party but got occupied with each other. Before you were about to go. “Wait Nate, you have stuff on your nose.” You said as you wipe the ‘stuff’ off his nose.

“Thanks baby.”

I hate that I saw you again last night

You were with somebody and so was I

Met you in the bathroom at 12:05

And I fucked you again

Nate and Y/n broke up again. They were at a party, saw the other with someone else, 12:05 hit the clock and they were back in the bathroom.

“We really need to stop Nate!”

We can never be friends, yeah, yeah, yeah

We can never be friends, yeah, yeah, yeah

We can never be friends

We can never be friends, yeah, yeah, yeah

You were calling Nate seeing if he’s busy and he picked up immediately.

“Hey angel.” You roll your eyes. “Hi Nate.”

“Why are you calling me?” You can hear the tiredness in his voice but you ignore it.

“I was saying that it’s over like forever. And I’m probably gonna go back but I just want some type of closure.”

“Ok…” He sat up in his bed and was about to say something but you beat him too it. “So bye Nate.”

Yeah, I know that I said I was at home

Okay, yeah, you caught me

I thought that you said you were all alone

Look at you lying

You’re at another party and you saw Nate. He said he was home. You walk up to him and tap him on the shoulder and he turned around looking like he seen a ghost. “I thought you were home Nate. I want to talk to you.”

“Don’t pin this on me Y/n. You said you were all alone. Look at you lying.”

“Shut the fuck up. Now come on I want to fuck you one last time before I actually end this.” His mouth opened a little bit but he smirked.

“Lead the way angel.”

I hate that I saw you again last night

You were with somebody and so was I

Met you in the bathroom at 12:05

And I fucked you again

After you guys were done. You sat on the sink and he sat across from you on the bathtub.

“Were you serious about you ending things for good?” He said breaking the silence. You just nodded and his head went in his hands.

“I really hate the way you make me feel Nate. We gotta end this for good. The only reason it didn’t happen sooner was because you didn’t want to end. You gotta let go Nate.”

We can never be friends, yeah, yeah, yeah

We can never be friends, yeah, yeah, yeah

We can never be friends

After you told Nate that it was over, he went completely MIA, missing classes, not going to practice. He can’t even fathom that this is happening. He thought you guys were forever.

That Y/n and Nate were forever.

We can never be friends, yeah, yeah, yeah

An: HSIEJDIDJ ok but if you didn’t get the time placement THIS IS BEGINNING JUNIOR YEAR meaning that it just started so basically Y/n was Nate’s villain origin story 😔 BUT HOPED YOU ENJOYED MY LOVERS 🤍🤍

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X Never Ever Marks the Spot - A Birthday Fic for @zaharadessert Ch. 6 The Chase

I know, I know, I know, I'm sorry!!!! It was a very busy weekend and I completely forgot about updating on Monday, and when I remembered and was reading over the chapter in preparation for posting, I realized the love scene in the chapter really needed some work. So I worked on it late Monday night and wanted my fabulous beta @snowbellewells to take a look at it one last time to make sure my fiddling didn't screw up the larger scene. But it's ready now and I so hope y'all enjoy it!!! Yes, we earn our rating in this chapter, but if smut isn't your thing, stop reading at the double scene change line

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and pick back up at the next scene change line.

Thank you again to @snowbellewells and @suwya for their wonderful artwork up above!! I love them both so very very much!!!!

And thank you to @hollyethecurious for the title and grammar help!

Rating: M for smut in this chapter and scary moments

Words: 4065 of approximately 24k

Tags: Inspired by Raiders of the Lost Ark, Birthday Fic for Zahara

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Ch. 6 The Chase

Killian climbed down the ridge and circled around the camp until he found an Arabian horse, already saddled and bridled. Killian climbed up and spurred the beautiful animal into action. He was chased for a bit by the Arab workers remaining behind at the camp, but he soon left them in the dust as he sped away chasing the caravan carrying the sacred Ark.

Not having to follow the same road the vehicles had to use, it took almost no time at all before Killian had caught up with them. He stopped at the top of the ridge and looked down to the road below. The caravan was coming up on a switchback curve that Killian might be able to use to his advantage. 

He spurred the horse to action and started down the slope just as the first two vehicles in the caravan slowly navigated the turn. He reached the road just behind the truck carrying the Ark and quickly caught up with it, riding alongside so he couldn’t be seen by anyone inside the truck - neither those guarding the Ark itself, nor the men in the cab of the vehicle. Unfortunately, he could be seen by the final car in the caravan, behind the truck, who quickly turned the machine gun they carried inside on him.

He brought the Arabian as close as he could to the truck and jumped off, grabbing the canvas covering the back of the vehicle. He shimmied along the edge, until he could jump down on the runner outside the passenger door. He quickly opened it, reached in and grabbed the passenger by the collar, and threw him out the open door, climbing inside and grabbing the driver as well.

Just those few seconds had allowed the driver to prepare himself, and he punched Killian in the face before he could get a good grip on him. Killian launched himself toward the man, wrapping his arm around his neck and forcing his head down toward the steering column, hoping to knock him out. Focussing too much on the fight, neither one was looking where they were going until they heard a loud scraping of the truck running up against the cliff at the side of the road.

Taking advantage of the driver's surprise, Killian bashed his head on the steering wheel, knocking him out. Now though, the truck was out of control. Killian slammed on the brakes, hearing shouts and a crash from the bed of the truck and then the tell-tale jerk of a vehicle running into the truck from behind. 

Killian pushed the unconscious driver out the still open passenger door and hit the gas. He could see Neal and the Nazi captain watching the truck with shocked and wide eyes as he got closer and closer. He saw the moment Neal recognized him and he couldn’t keep the gleeful grin off his face as he slammed into the back of the car carrying Neal and his cohorts.

The car with the machine gun was nearly pulled up next to him. Killian could see the operator of the machine gun in his side mirrors readying himself to fire as soon as he had Killian in his sights. Thankfully, the driver had pulled up beside the truck on the wrong side and was now sandwiched between Killian and a high cliff wall. Killian jerked the steering wheel to the left and forced the other car into the face of the rock, bringing it to a screeching halt.

Killian continued forward, soon catching back up to the car carrying Neal and the others. He glanced in his side mirrors only to find the soldiers from the back of his truck, now hanging off both sides, pistols in hand. The narrow road was now surrounded by large palm trees and Killian turned the truck into one row of trees, knocking several of the soldiers off the truck completely. Then he started weaving back and forth, trying to dislodge the rest of them who were steadily moving forward, the same way he had earlier. 

He ran into the line of trees again and was able to get rid of two of the three that clung to that side of the vehicle. The last one made it to the passenger door and quickly took aim at Killian. He hissed in pain when the bullet grazed his bicep, drops of blood spraying on the inside of the windshield. He moved himself across the bench seat slightly, using his left foot to keep the truck going, and kicked the passenger door open. Momentum had closed it at some point in the last few minutes, but when Killian kicked it, it was enough to dislodge the shooter and have him holding onto the door for dear life.

Killian ran into a bunch of trees again and lost not only the soldier, but the entire door as well. It was only a minute or so later that he heard a thump on the top of the cab and then a man swung down from the top through the open driver's window, kicking Killian away from the steering wheel. Killian winced and held his bleeding arm, and the man took immediate advantage, punching him repeatedly in the wound until he grabbed the back of Killian’s collar and threw him through the windshield. 

He rolled over the hood and grabbed the Mercedes ornament adorning the front of the vehicle. His feet dangled inches over the road, as the driver of the truck - a mad gleam in his eyes - drove faster and faster until he was nearly upon Neal’s car, clearly intending to sandwich Killian between the two vehicles. Killian released the hood ornament and, using the grate at the very front of the truck, lowered himself nearly to the ground and underneath the carriage. About halfway to the back of the truck, he pulled out his whip and wrapped it around the chassis, securing it tightly, before letting go of the metal and holding onto the whip - shooting out from under the back of the vehicle and being dragged along as it kept going. 

Killian pulled himself to the back of the truck and climbed up into the bed, now holding nothing but the crate containing the Ark. He crawled through a hole in the canvas covering of the bed - it must have come off at some point when the soldiers were holding on to the sides waiting to ambush him - and climbed back into the cab, greatly surprising the driver.

This time Killian had the element of surprise on his side and he was able to quickly dispatch his adversary the same way the man had done to him a few minutes earlier. Only the Nazi commander obviously couldn’t hold himself up above the road underneath the truck, as evidenced by the two sizable bumps as the tires of the truck ran him over.

Killian shifted gears and hit the gas, catching back up to Neal’s car in moments. He pulled up beside them and turned sharply left, forcing them off the road into the dunes of sand. 

He kept an eye on his mirrors as he continued on to see if they were somehow able to get back on the road, but as he was entering the city proper, he concluded that he must be safe. After a few more minutes, he arrived in the square where he was to meet Aladdin and Emma and drove the truck directly into an area prepared for him at the back of Omar’s, the people congregating in the square quickly shutting him in and presenting the view to the square of just another shopping booth lining the area. Killian got out and moved toward the loud and boisterous group.

As he got closer, he suddenly saw Neal’s car enter the square and drive around it twice, obviously looking for him, before finally coming to a stop. Neal stood up in the back of the vehicle as several of the men hiding him ran toward the car holding ripe fruit they offered to the men in the car. Killian chuckled as he watched them respond to the Arabs with agitated frustration before Neal sat back down and the vehicle drove out of the square.

Entering the back of Omar’s, it only took a moment before Aladdin and Emma noticed him and greeted him very enthusiastically. So enthusiastically that Killian couldn’t suppress a moan of agony when Emma launched herself at him.

“What happened?” she asked, pulling back from him in alarm.

Killian shook his head. “No time for that now. I’ll fill you in once we’re gone. Aladdin?”

“Yes, everything is in readiness,” Aladdin reported. “You’ll be travelling on board the Bantu Wind. Her captain, Lance Knight, is a friend. She sails for England at six pm. I’ll see to the loading of the Ark myself. But come,” he told his friends, “we mustn't delay getting to the docks.”

An hour later, the three friends stood before the captain of the Bantu Wind. He was a tall man, powerfully built, but the trust and friendship between him and Aladdin was obvious.

“Lance,” Aladdin began looking at Killian and Emma, “these are my friends, Killian and Emma. They are my family. I will hear if they are not treated well.”

Lance smiled, his teeth white in his dark face. “My cabin is theirs.” He held out his hand to Killian who took it. “I’ve heard much about you, Killian Jones,” he said, “and you look exactly as I imagined you. Bruises and all.” Everyone laughed as he walked toward the gangplank of the ship, giving the friends a few moments to say goodbye.

“Goodbye, Aladdin,” Killian said, holding out his hand to shake. His friend completely ignored it, gathering Killian in a tight hug. He let go the moment Killian moaned in pain, apologies pouring from his lips.

“I’m so used to seeing you like that, I forget that these bruises are fresh,” he commented regretfully. “I’m so sorry. Take care of each other,” he said, nodding toward Emma. “I will miss you.”

Killian pressed his lips into a thin line, struggling to keep the rein tight on his emotions. “We will,” he assured him. “You are my very good friend, and I will miss you, too.”

As he stepped away, Emma approached. She took both of Aladdin’s hands in hers and looked up into his face.

“This is for Jasmine,” she said, kissing him gently on one cheek. “This is for Nadia, Nadeem, and Kamran,” she said, lightly kissing his other cheek after each name. “And this is for you.” She raised up on her toes and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “Thank you for everything.” She squeezed his hands and returned to Killian who took her hand and led her up the gangplank of the ship.

Once onboard, they turned back to Aladdin on the dock and raised their hands in farewell.

Lance showed them to his cabin and left them alone for a few moments to go collect water for them to wash up, bandages and ointment for Killian to use, and another dress for Emma to wear after her desert adventure.

Once he left them alone for a second time, Killian groaned as he stretched out on the bed. Emma came out from behind the partition, wearing the new gown Lance had given her and approached with a smirk on her face before sitting down and facing him, taking off his hat and running her fingers through the hair that fell down over his forehead.

“I’m sorry you’re hurt so badly, but at least you’re in one piece,” she observed. 

Killian chuckled then groaned. “I told you, love. I’m a survivor. I’ll always come back to you.” He raised his hand toward her face and ran his knuckles down her cheek in a move so tender, Emma could feel tears gathering in her eyes. “I love you, Emma. I never stopped loving you.” Killian reached up and caught a tear as it spilled down her cheek.

She could hardly breathe as she looked into his eyes. The simple truth of his words and the honesty and sincerity in his gaze demanded a heartfelt response from her as well. “I love you, too, Mr. Survivor,” she murmured, unable to keep the gentle amusement out of her voice. “Sit up, let me help you get that shirt off.”

“Still trying to get me out of my clothes, sweetheart?” he asked, waggling his brows at her and wincing as he tried to follow her directions. 

Emma rolled her eyes. “I can’t see what you need or help you if you insist on being stubborn,” she said as he collapsed back on the pillows.

“Alright, alright,” he moaned pathetically. He swung his legs down to the floor and started unbuttoning the rest of the shirt. Emma grabbed his shoulder, trying to remove it, and Killian arched away from her with a hiss.

“What? What is it?” she cried, her voice tinged with alarm.

“Just let me…” He exhaled with a gasp. “I can do it. Don’t touch me.”

Emma sat back on her haunches and smirked at him. “You don’t want me to touch you. That’s a new one.” She scooted out of his way as he finally got the shirt off and lay back against the pillows again. She grabbed a rag from the wash basin and started running it over the myriad cuts and bruises that littered his torso.

“This has witch hazel in it,” she observed. “It will help with the soreness and swelling.”

“You’re not my nurse,” he groused.

“Stop being such a baby.” He tried to squirm away from her ministrations as he grit his teeth together and groaned at her touch. “Well, dammit, Hook! Where doesn’t it hurt?”

He turned his face to her, filled with consternation and pain, and jerked up his left elbow, his right pointer finger pointing at it forcefully.

“Here.”

Emma’s irritation melted away and she looked affectionately at him before leaning over and placing a gentle kiss on his elbow. He couldn’t quite meet her eyes as he then pointed to his forehead near the hairline.

“Here.”

She leaned over him and placed another gentle kiss to the place he’d indicated, this time lingering just a bit longer than necessary.

He looked down towards his legs and pointed to the corner of his eye.

“This isn’t too bad.”

Moving slowly, she placed her lips right on the edge of his temple and held still for several seconds before sitting back again, a soft smile now on her lips. Killian caught her eyes and touched his finger to his lips, the naked and raw vulnerability in his eyes making her heart melt.

She leaned in and kissed him gently. Immediately he took advantage, his hand burying itself in her hair, his tongue touching the seam of her lips. She opened to him with a sigh as his other arm wrapped around her and pulled her down until she was draped across him. 

He obviously wasn’t hurting too badly now, or was too preoccupied to care. She could feel him hardening underneath her torso as she moved herself up allowing him to lean back against the pillows. Her fingers traced the contours of his beloved face as she settled herself over his hips, grinding down on him.

He released her lips with a gasp and grasped the silky fabric at her hips, frantically lifting it from her form. Once it was discarded to the floor, Emma sat up and met his thoroughly wrecked gaze.

“You are so beautiful, Emma,” he breathed. “The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

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She had nothing to say to the simple honesty of his words and the passionate desire in his eyes. She climbed off him and slowly slid her panties down her long legs. She straightened up to see Killian struggling to take his pants off.

“Let me,” she urged him. His gaze met hers as he nodded, lifting his hips so she could slide his bottoms off. It’d been ten years since she’d seen the man naked, and he looked just as good now as he did then, although he now had many more scars littering his body, testimony to the adventurous life he led when he wasn’t in a classroom in San Francisco.

She climbed back atop him as he dragged his fingers through her folds, making her moan in pleasure.

“All this for me?” he asked, waggling his brows and sucking his fingers clean.

“All for you,” she promised, grinding down on him again, coating him in her juices. “Only for you.” 

She rose up and lined him up with her heat before sinking down on him. His hands met her breasts, caressing and kneading as they let out twin groans of satisfaction at being joined again after so long.

It took her several seconds to adjust. Very reminiscent of their first time together. It had been a very long time, after all. 

“Emma, god,” he moaned. “I need you. Please,” he begged.

She rose above him, feeling him drag along her walls, shuddering in pleasure. 

“Yes, Killian,” she murmured, finding her rhythm as his hips rose to meet hers. His hands were everywhere, leaving her skin on fire and making her beg for more. 

“Come with me, Emma,” he urged her, his fingers finding her swollen nub and pressing down. 

She fell against him with a cry and claimed his lips with her own as he found his own release, throbbing inside her.

It took several minutes for them to come down from their high. Killian softened and slipped from her, but never let go of where he cradled her against him. Emma closed her eyes, warm, safe, and feeling more loved than she ever had in her life.

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Emma woke the next morning as Killian released her from his embrace, held tightly against him, and rose from the bed.

“What is it?” she asked groggily, barely opening her eyes.

“The engines have stopped,” he whispered back to her as he pulled on his clothes and checked his gun. “I’m going to check it out. Stay here.”

As soon as he entered the bridge, Lance shot him a look, his countenance grim. 

“We have most important guests.”

“Oh, shit,” Killian murmured, looking out the front windows to see a surfaced Nazi submarine.

“I sent my man for you. You and Emma must disappear,” he urged. “There is a place prepared for you in the hold. Go. Go, my friend.”

Killian needed no other encouragement. The ship would be boarded in minutes. He had no time to waste. He left the bridge and made his way back down to his room, bypassing the deck where he could hear shouts in German.

He ran along the corridor to his and Emma’s room, but skidded to a halt when he heard a heavily accented voice, then Emma shouting, coming from inside.

“Where is Dr. Jones?”

“What are you doing? Get out of here!”

Killian turned back the other way and entered an empty room he’d just passed. Just as he did, he heard a thud and Emma cry out, nearly making him reveal himself in her defense. But he had no idea how many there were, and if they couldn’t find him, there was always the possibility they’d leave Emma on the ship and only abscond with the Ark.

“Don’t you touch me,” he heard Emma say, followed by the crack of a hand on skin and another cry from Emma. If he could get ahold of whoever hit her, they were going to lose that hand. 

Emma’s mind whirled as she was pushed along the corridor by the man who’d hit her. She was thankful that she’d had time to dress before they’d burst into her room a few minutes before. She didn’t want to think what might have happened if she’d still been in the bed.

Killian was nowhere to be seen, and she could only hope Lance had somehow warned and hidden him before the ship was boarded. Once she was pushed onto the deck, she could see at least a dozen Nazis, all brandishing machine guns, lined up facing the crew of the ship, including Lance. A crane was lifting something out of the hold and Emma caught her breath when she saw the crate containing the Ark appear. 

The Nazi commander who’d had her thrown into the Well of Souls turned to her with a manic gleam in his eye. She jerked away from the men who held her by the arms and strode purposefully over to him, her hand raised to strike when Lance grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her to him. He wrapped his strong arm around her waist and held her to his front.

“He is safe,” he whispered, almost too low to hear. “I’ll do my best to protect you.”

The man Emma had meant to hit, bared his teeth and spun in a circle, screaming, “What about Jones?”

“There’s no sign of him, Sir,” someone answered.

“Jones is dead,” Lance shouted, gaining everyone's attention. “I killed him myself. He’s food for the sharks now.” The crew around them laughed, and Emma didn’t have to manufacture the nausea she felt or the sting of tears in her eyes at the thought of Lance putting his life on the line for them the way he was. “He was of no use to us.” Emma felt Lance’s fingers running through her hair and playing her part, Emma shuddered in supposed revulsion. “She, however…” he trailed away for a moment as the Nazi approached them, a sneer on his face.

“Savages,” he snarled, as he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to him.

Lance didn’t let go and tugged her toward him again. “That cargo you’ve taken, Herr Colonel, she will be adequate compensation for my loss. She will fetch a very good price where we are going.”

“You are not in the position to ask for anything,” the Nazi said, the sneer still firmly in place. “We will take what we wish.” He pulled her back to him before he continued. “And then decide whether to blow your ship out of the water.”

He started marching her across the deck away from Lance, when Neal suddenly appeared on the deck. Emma looked down, not wanting to look him in the face.

“The girl goes with me,” he said, sauntering toward them. The Nazi stopped and loosened his grip on her arms just slightly. “She’ll be part of my compensation. I’m sure your Führer would approve.” Emma could feel her nostrils flare in anger at his words. It was one thing for Lance to insinuate that she was nothing more than property in order to protect her and keep her out of the clutches of the Nazis, but it was entirely different to be referred to in the same manner by Neal, because he believed his words to be true. “If she fails to please me, you may do with her as you wish.” 

He looked down at her and smiled before removing his coat and wrapping her in it. She may have appreciated the warmth against the chill of the sea breeze on the bare skin of her arms, but she still wouldn’t look at the loathsome man. She had to maintain the facade of a helpless female if she was going to find a way to escape.

After the Nazis left the ship, Emma in tow, Lance sent his first mate to find Killian. Some time later, the man returned reporting that Killian was nowhere to be found.

“He has to be here somewhere,” Lance said. “Search again.”

“Yes, sir,” the man answered. Before he left the bridge, he spoke again. “I found him!”

“Where?” Lance demanded.

“There!” he exclaimed, pointing toward the Nazi submarine.

A large smile broke out on Lance’s face as he watched Killian Jones climb onto the top of the vessel. Killian turned toward the ship and saluted, and Lance answered with a long blast of the ship’s horn. Lance and his first mate watched as Killian got the hatch open and disappeared into the belly of the Nazi submarine.

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Thank you for reading and sharing! I'd love to know what you think! Final chapter will be up on Friday!

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i’ve never written something like this before so please excuse how bad this is

-Welcome home-

Plot:Colson worships you

Tags/warnings:body worship,praise,pet names,somewhat soft colson😱,lots of soft kissing,edging

You and Colson have been together for a while and it was no secret that he was completely in love with you. The way he treated you was a thousand times gentler than how he treated anyone else in his life. You were the only one he trusted,the only one he would speak  his full mind to.

Today he was on his way back from a rehearsal with rook,he’s been gone all day.He was supposed to come home half an hour ago but he called you saying he got caught up. You were laid out on the couch,your playlist playing off of the tv. You missed him,so as soon as you heard the door open you ran up to him.

"Hi,love." He said to you,his arms wrapped around your torso. "Hi,I missed you." You told him. He kissed your forehead, "I missed you more,i'm sorry I was late." He apologized,tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. "It's okay,i'm glad you're home now." You said,giving him a smile. He smiled back and kissed your lips.

"God I missed your face. I've been thinking about you all day." He said,his hands going down to either sides of your hips. "Really?" You asked,pushing yourself against his chest. "Of course.Your hair is so perfect." He said,wrapping a piece of your hair gently around his finger.

"I love you." You whispered into his neck. He stroked your hair with the hand that wasn't holding yours. "I love you more." He said. "I just wanna kiss you all over I missed you." He said. The way he was obsessed with you made you feel like you were the prettiest girl in the world,it was clear he believed that.

He picked up your hand,kissing from your hand up to your arm. "How was your day love?" He asked. "It was okay,how was yours?" You replied. He kissed over the tattoo he gave you a few months ago on your arm. "It was decent,would have been better with you." He responded.

His words always brought a smile to your face. Your arms wrapped around his neck and he picked you up,his hands cupping your ass. He kissed down your neck on the way to your bedroom. He slowly let you go and you sat on the bed.

He sat in between your thighs and they instantly wrapped around behind his back. He gently kissed your lips,your body pushing together. "Missed your lips." He mumbled in the skin of your neck. "Can I?" He looked up at you,looking to see if he could take your shirt off. You nodded and he gently pulled it off of your body. You then unclipped and took off your bra for him,letting him having complete access to the top of your body. He kissed your breasts,kissing down to your stomach.

The feeling of his lips on your bare skin made you so excited. You unbuttoned your jeans as Colson spent his time leaving marks from your neck down to your collarbone.The familiar feeling of his fingers tracing hickeys on your neck was satisfying. "God,you really are so beautiful." He got on his knees in front of you,his hands wrapping around your thighs.

"Spread your legs." He told you. You listened,opening your legs as Colson's hands moved away. "I wanna please you." He said,putting his face between your thighs. You allowed his tongue to enter you,your thighs slowly closing around his head. He used his hands to spread them back open again.

He flicked his tongue inside of you,you grabbed his hair for support. "Mm." You moaned,feeling your boyfriend's tongue back in you was a great feeling. His movements sped up,and he started to suck on your clit.

"Mmmm..colson." You moaned out. You knew your moans fueled him. You felt yourself start to clench around him,you let out one more breathy moan before his tongue came out of you. "I was so close." You said. "I know,I know baby. I want to watch as you finish,though." He said.

He got up and he laid on top of you. "I need to watch you cum." He repeated. You knew just seeing you finish could make him finish so quickly. "Mm,Colson please." You said,desperate to feel some form of him again. He trailed his fingers down your neck. He slowly entered you,his full length.

He rested his head on your neck,his thrusts starting off slow. A small gasp left your lips at the sudden movement. “You always feel so good around me.” He praised. He continued his thrusts,increasing the speed. Feeling his dick instead of just his tongue felt amazing.

His hands went to your hair,his fingers tangling themselves in your curls. “Feels so fucking good.” He said again,his breath heavy. He groaned in your ear and you had to practically stop yourself from cumming right then and there. You could feel his thrusts start to slow down,a dead giveaway that he was close,but you knew he couldn’t finish until he watched you finish.

He lifted his head off of your neck,looking you right in your eyes. “Col.” You moaned,the same pit in your stomach from earlier starting to form again. You moved your head,the pleasure making it to hard to focus on him. “You’re close?” He asked,feeling you clench. “Mhm.” You managed to get out.

“Hey,look at me.” He said,followed by a throaty groan. You did as you said,forcing yourself to look him in the eyes as you could barely focus on maintaining the eye contact. “Go ahead,cum.” He said. You nodded,letting yourself release as your head fell onto the pillow. “Fuck.” He moaned. A smile grew on your face,remembering how weak watching you cum makes him. “I’m cumming.” He said,releasing inside of you with multiple groans.

“You looked so beautiful taking me.” He praised,after letting you both come down from your highs. He kissed you as he ran his hand through your slightly sweating hair. “You don’t understand how much I love you.” He spoke into your neck. You held him close to you,your arm wrapped around his back. “I love you,welcome home.” You said.

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Nothing Less Than True Romance

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Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats, mpreg), alpha serial killer/hitman Dom, omega mob boss Kells, nervous boys, smut heavy chapter, past abuse, teasing, Dom's thicc ass, Dom's pretty uncut alpha cock, desperate boys, d/s undertones, Kells being a dom, Kells being a mouthy top, directions, hand jobs, blow jobs, talks about anal, talks about triggers, choking (with a cock), cunnilingus, masterbation, accidentally saying the wrong thing, crying, hormones, Dom being a caring alpha, Kells being a sneaky omega, accidental sex(?), body worship, enemies to lovers 💣 Rating: explicit

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The closer the Alpha was to Colson's cock the faster his heart sped. They had fucked in the midst of a rough heat and rubbed off on each other like horny teens but this? This was on purpose, no question about it. The moment his Alpha touched him there he had to admit what he was. A needy omega who liked men. Well… one man. And fuck he was a pretty one.

“You cringing at the fhought of me? Ain't touched ya yet.” Dom teased as he settled on his stomach between his lover's legs. He could feel the apprehension, the man was obviously nervous but he understood. Col had been through hell too and they could be careful. They could take it slow.

“No. Shut the fuck up. I was cringing at the thought of your damn shoes on my bed. Plus, you've never done this. You might think you're supposed to use teeth or some shit.”

“You ain't?” Dom teased back, his crimson eyes wide with faux innocence. The color and scent of his desire in the room slightly ruined that picture.

“Dumbass.” Kells huffed but his partner surprised a laugh out of him when he turned to look over his shoulder.

“Don't look dumb.” The Alpha hummed, wiggling his hips till the ass in question bounced.

“Dummy thicc maybe.” The omega sighed under his breath and wondered for a moment what that ass would feel like wrapped around his dick. How against Alpha's was his, he wondered. Would Dom allow something like that? “You ever play with yourself?” He asked before he could help it. He knew the boy was mostly virginal but there was a chance… Besides, it gave him a moment to panic to himself. There was nothing wrong with being with a man but he had left over self hatred from his dad.

Dominic paused and tilted his head, he wasn't sure what his mate was asking. “Like…” He trailed off, moving one hand in a vulgar motion.

The hand signal was so close to Colson's cock he swore he could feel the fist around him and he had to swallow hard as he shook his head. “N-no. Your ass.”

“Oh. Um-” Without thinking Dom curled his palm around Col’s cock, as if he did it all the time. As if it wasn't some huge step between them. As if Kells wasn't battling internal homophobia. Or was it a form of misogyny? The omega jumped and bit his lip. He knew the bastard did that on purpose, he could feel his lover’s pride whether at his own sneakiness or Col’s reaction he wasn't sure. “I ‘ave a few times yeah. Jus' to see. Why?” His palm squeezed softly and he practiced a stroke. He was trying to act nonchalant but saliva was pooling on his tongue and he knew he was leaking a puddle of precum on the bed. His mate was going to be so upset.

Col could be honest or he could play a game. They had already crossed the starting line and he couldn't look away. It seemed obscene but he knew it was only the first step. “Was picturing my dick in your ass.” He didn't mean to be so blunt but he never had been good at faking demure. He'd acted as an Alpha so long it was part of him now.

“Oh. Yeah?” Dom's voice was breathy. He didn't know that was something either of them might want.

“Yeah.”

“‘Is dick?” The boy teased as he inched closer, flicking his tongue over the crown.

Colson's hands scrambled to find purchase in the sheets and he squeezed them to keep from bucking up. “Yeah. Would you want it?”

“Long as it's you and ‘is dick.” It was weirdly intimate and romantic and Col would have smiled if the freak didn't strike. Those plush lips sealed around his tip and his sharp tongue teased all it could reach. It was messy as soon as he started, spit dripping down his shaft. Dom was eager though and thorough as fuck. Beginner's luck he was sure.

“Mmm fuck- yeah. Just like that- look at you.” Kells had forgotten to warn his boy of one very specific thing- he was a mouthy bitch. The only reason he hadn't gone off when they had sex was that he'd been so gone from his heat but there was something about having someone blow him. About watching someone choke on his cock. “Good boy. Little more? Deeper? You can take it.” He rasped and was surprised when Dom didn't just obey but fucking moaned for him.

Dom was so fucked. He never had the chance to find out what he liked in bed so everything was a new experience between them. He knew deep down it was probably childhood trauma but hearing someone praise him was a rapture. He twirled his tongue around the edge of his mate's crown and sucked as much as he could. His knot was already pulsing where his cock rest against the bed and his hips were rolling in small sharp thrusts.

“You look so p-pretty like this. Good mmm- good boy. More. Just like that. Can I- fuck-” Kells couldn't finish his sentence so he tested the waters with a gentle push. When his Alpha choked and whined through his nose he couldn't help but groan.

Dom didn't know how to say yes, he couldn't seem to make himself pull off. Instead he rolled his gaze up to meet the other's and tried one small nod. When Colson just watched him he huffed softly and patted his hair before letting his mouth go slack. He might have been mostly virginal but he wasn't daft- normally- and he was desperate to let his omega to fuck his face.

Kells cursed under his breath and thanked whatever part of the universe blessed him with such a weird ass Alpha. As his fingers tangled in the boy's messy hair he caught his psycho bitch wink. “Ya know I was almost scared I'd miss pussy with you. But look at that fucking mouth. Already a slut. Taste good don't it?” He asked as he wrapped his long legs around Dom's chest.

The first thrust was careful and the Alpha rolled his eyes, but something warm and safe was happening in his mind. He could trust the man underneath him and he wanted his mate to feel comfortable with him too. Somewhere deep inside his mind he wanted to be used. It felt akin to when he finally let go and let his urges win. He was surrendering to Col's needs completely and it felt like the other side of the coin to his darker edge. He could be used for destruction and that's all he was used to but he could also play fuck doll to his mate and help the man through his fears.

Dom was too up in his head but with every tug of his hair he was sinking deeper and losing his train of thought. What the fuck was happening? What magic did Kells have over him? Slick smeared against his chest and the scent was intoxicating, he felt baptized anew in his mate's need. Colson's mouth never stopped and it almost made it Alpha blush. He'd never felt so complimented and debased. “Perfect fucking mouth. Shit- gonna- yeah, just like that. Hold your breath?” He barely warned before Dominic was choking on his dick. He didn't ask and he didn't retreat when the boy turned pink.

Col was in heaven, his nerves were washed away on a rush of wanttakeneed. Dom's throat was spasming, his body fighting for air, but the fucker trusted Kells so completely he knew he could let him pass out and he'd be thanked for the deed. It felt like too much power for one man, the thought of a leashed Yungblud, but the omega's favorite thing was control of a deadly weapon and power to do whatever the fuck he wished. For just a moment he wondered how he got so damn lucky but that too drifted away as he watched plush lips nearly kiss his inked skin. “Almost. Al- fucking hell- such a good bitch.”

Dom preened internally as his head went dizzy but he kept his lips tightly sealed. He hadn't meant to let the other man finish so soon but he knew the telltale signs. The taste of precum coated his tongue and the weight in his mouth was twitching. His own cock was throbbing so hard that he thought he might pass out but for the moment everything felt secondary. His fight or flight said he could die but the Alpha in him purred happily. His head tingled where his hair was pulled but pride welled in his chest when his lips met skin. “Fuck- oh god look at you- fucking-” Something must have worried his omega because Colson's voice went thready and he started to try and pull out. Dom tried to growl and press closer and his throat swallowed hard. “Fuck!”

Kells tried to be nice, he felt frantic as pleasure zinged up his spine but crimson eyes met his and he felt a chill at what he saw. It was Dom but… not. Somehow it didn't frighten him and instead just pushed him closer to that edge. When the bastard refused to move he couldn't help what happened next.

When white heat choked the Alpha his mate finally pulled him off. The last few drops landed on his tongue and he savored his lover's flavor as he panted for breath and grinned like the Cheshire cat down at his fucked out lover. As he waited for Col to regain his ability to speak he couldn't help but be drawn to the soft wet place between those long spread legs. The scent was so intense it felt like it was all he could breath or taste. It was thick on his tongue like he'd already licked and he wondered if now his mate might allow…

Colson jumped at the feeling of hot breath over his slippery wet folds and he felt himself clench tight around nothing. He didn't slam his legs closed but it was a near thing, if letting Dom blow him was a big step this was a jump over the damn grand canyon. “Fuck are you-” He stopped himself from being mean, this was exactly what the boy was supposed to do. He wasn't even doing anything yet, just breathing Col in. Fucking weirdo. He could almost see himself falling in love with him. Shit.

“You smell like sex.” Dom growled, his voice rough and scratchy and dripping desire. It made the omega's breath catch in his chest. He did that damage to the killer.

“Duh.” He huffed simply, his mind barely online. The bastard had just blown his mind, wasn't he supposed to find his own release? Was Dom ever selfish? He couldn't be the only demanding one, it might make him spoiled. Or worse... Make him think he needed to be nice.

“I'd like to taste you.” The Alpha tried to purr. It was a simple request that felt monumental.

“You just did.” Kells knew he was being a dick, his lover was being patient and calm and it bothered something in the older man. Maybe if he just fucking took but no, he was forcing Col to give consent at every turn. “What do you want?”

The question reminded Dom of their first time. He'd held the man down and demanded he give him explicit permission. If his mate wanted to play that game… “To taste ya cunt while I play wiv me’self. Wanna put me tongue inside you as deep as I can and preferably make you squirt on me face.”

The Alpha held such strong eye contact through his whole spiel that by the time he was done and licking his pillow lips of any remnant of cum and his own blood, all Kells could say was- “Oh.” He couldn't answer aloud, his heart was racing and the bastard was choking him right back with his own speeding pulse stuck in his throat. What he could do was grip the pillow next to him and hold it against his chest but Dom took that too and tossed it aside.

“Fuck tha’. I wanna ‘ear you scream.”

“Cocky fuck.”

Dom just smirked and swiped his fingers through the mess of slick on his chest before he flicked his tongue obscenely around them to prove his point. Maybe he had a reason to be cocky. “Is there anything on you not weirdly perfectly sized for porn?”

Dom snorted a laugh and choked on his own digits but the human moment soothed a little of the raging nerves in Colson's chest. “Look in a mirror luv.”

Kells shrugged but he couldn't snark back as his Alpha started to move in again. Their eyes locked as his breath hit wet skin and when the omega didn't move to stop him again he let himself relax. With the first taste he knew nothing could ever compare. He had no idea what he was doing but he let himself take it slow and explore. The tip of his tongue traced blushed quivering wet skin from the omega's ass to his balls. Occasionally he let himself slip between and circle his hole but mostly he was just learning the shape of his mate and what made him whimper. It wasn't long before the man's legs were trembling and threatening to close around his head.

Where Col had been a mouthy bitch about his cock this felt different. He didn't know what he liked and he couldn't direct the boy anywhere. His inner walls spasmed every time Dom teased, his tongue nearly dipping inside over and over. The omega had never even played with himself besides the night he met the younger man and he didn't think that counted. Of course he liked his g-spot touched, that felt like a given, but Dom just wouldn't go inside. He shook when the boy sealed his lips against his hole and sucked before the fucker pulled back and spit pink tinged slick into his palm. Kells watched with round eyes as Dom wiggled his hand under himself and when that tell tale sticky wet sound hit his ears he knew he turned pink.

The Alpha groaned and pulled back enough to speak. Everything felt overwhelming and he knew he wouldn't last long but he needed to check in. The difference in his mate was too stark. “Wha’ you need?”

“I don't know.” Col whispered honestly. “It feels-” He flushed hotter but he couldn't finish the compliment. “Deeper?”

Dominic nodded and fought his deep aching need to shove his cock where it belonged. He wouldn't be like that, they had to learn each other first, but fuck it was hard to battle instincts. “Can I go inside?”

“With what?” The fear was immediate but he trusted Dom. It was a knee jerk reaction he knew they could overcome.

“Me tongue. Tha's all. Or you could touch ya’self?” Somehow his pride wasn't wounded that he might not make his lover scream. He knew they had time to find out what drove each other wild. This was about so much more than that. This was about making his mate feel loved- something Dom had never tried to do before. He'd never built trust in that way or cared to connect. So much was so new to them both.

The butterflies in Colson's stomach threatened to make him sick but the need rushing through him was stronger. He could see his own desire dripping down the Alpha's face. He wasn't ready to touch himself again, that felt too close to admitting what he was which admitted what grew between them- literally- but he could admit something he wanted. “Show me your dick. Sit back.”

Dom's brow arched but of course he obeyed. He settled back on his ankles and inched closer as Kells spread his legs. They both froze for a moment when the shiny pink tip of Dom's cock brushed his folds. It was an accident but they both felt wetter at the touch. “Fuck m’sorry.” The boy muttered but Col could tell it was just as torturous for the younger man as it was for him to keep their puzzle pieces from slotting together. Shit, why were they being careful?

“Why aren't we fucking again? It's not like I can get more-” He stopped himself short and grit his teeth but he knew the fucker read between the lines by the smile on his face. “Would you just shut the fuck up and put something inside me before I make you?” He felt the mistake as he said it and his heart dropped but his lover just shook his head as if to say it was okay. He caught the slight fall of a smile though and it made his heart ache. Here Dom was trying so hard to be careful of his limits and he just bulldozed over his. Fuck.

Dominic wondered if everyone had to be so careful, if all sex was a journey of learning each other. He didn't think so, he was pretty sure they were just a special matching set of mental issues but he wouldn't let it mess anything up between them. When he caught the shine of tears in his omega's eyes he let go of his cock and moved to crawl over him. For just a moment he didn't even notice how close they were again. He was too concerned about Col’s emotional state. Could he start blaming hormones yet or was it all on him? He supposed either way it was his fault. “‘Ey, you okay. Did I do summat wrong?” His voice was soft and rasped but Colson just scoffed.

“Did you? Fuck you. You have to tell me when I push it. We literally just talked about this shit. I'm sorry.” Kells sniffled but the pretty bastard just grinned. It was like he wasn't used to anyone caring. Maybe he wasn't. Fuck.

“We good. You can make me do whatever you want. Use me. I trust you.” At Dom's soft words Colson gasped, those three little words were almost worse than the others. Didn't he just prove he couldn't be trusted to censor himself? “‘Ey, stop tha’. Can feel ya brain. Be nice.” He huffed, pressing a still bloody and slick wet kiss to Col’s lips. Another. His cum covered tongue swiped across the seam of his lips and the next noises between them were soft whimpers.

Kells pulled the younger man flush against him and when he felt his lover's cock ghost his folds again his hips bucked up to chase him. They were both so wet they slipped against each other but Dom was still trying to hold himself back. Col threw his leg around the boy’s waist and tried grinding his core against the ridge of his Alpha's knot. As their tongues met and their breathing sped he kept inching closer to what they both so obviously needed.

“I were trying to wait.” Dom panted and Colson answered by biting his lower lip and sucking it between his own. “I- we shouldn't. Not yet.” His voice was as broken as he felt. The feel of Col’s hot wet cunt was too much. The omega made it to the tip of his dick, his hole catching and waiting there. It was torture. It was too much. It wasn't like the sociopath was good at self control.

“Are you waiting for me or for you?” Colson's voice was trembling as much as his body and his desire burned in his belly like fire. The look of need Dom gave him was a beautiful sight but he felt the man struggling against himself.

Dominic took a loud breath, something more akin to a groan. “Boff. You.” He admitted, he was having trouble remembering why though.

“And if I need more?”

“Fucking ‘ell-” The words were choked out as the Alpha released the last of his self control and their bodies moved fast in tandem. Dom bucked up and Colson thrust down and their shared breath sounded almost like a shout.

Kells didn't berate his shaking mate for his size or anything else. For once he couldn't find anything to complain about. The stretch was intense and overwhelming but somehow still felt exactly where they belonged. Dom’s arms wrapped tight around him as their sweat wet bodies slid against each other in a sticky loud mess. There wasn't an inch between them and Dom barely pulled out before rocking back in.

It felt slow and desperate, their holds tight and bodies weak for each other. It wasn't a push-pull but they met in the middle and their gazes never left the other except to blink away sweat. They couldn't kiss anymore, they could barely breathe. They just held on and swayed together as their pleasure built closer to release.

Every catch of Dom's crown against his spot had Colson nearly breaking, there was a knot of heat in his belly pulling tight and putting pressure where he wasn't used to it yet. The Alpha was going to get what he wanted but it wouldn't be on his face. “I'm-” He tried to speak but he couldn't and thankfully his mate seemed to understand.

“Please?” Dom was so close it ached but he wanted to watch his lover's pleasure and it was as if Kells had been waiting for just that word. His golden eyes went wide and his lips parted on a gasp. His body trembled in the Alpha's hold as he came for the man just as he asked. He could feel his own need rushing through his veins but he tried to keep his forming knot from slipping inside as Col gushed for him and made the slide so fucking smooth.

“P-please?” The omega pleaded right back, his leg tightening behind Dom's back.

“But the b-” He didn't get to finish his worry before his mate was grinding them tight. They shared a breathy moan as their bodies locked together and Dom’s cock jerked hard as he filled his lover's womb somehow fuller.

“Shut the fuck up.” Col teased, trying to kiss his boy into submission. It wasn't like they could separate without damage.

“Pushy bastard.”

“You love it.”

And even though it confused everything inside the sociopath, he knew his mate was correct. He didn't just love it, he loved Colson. He loved his mate. He wisely kept the revelation to himself, they both liked his knot too much to risk the man trying to pull away. “Eh. Maybe.” He teased instead and they shared a strangely gentle kiss for two normally rough men.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 if anyone wants tagged let me know 🖤

So I'm not sure this is up to my usual standards but I'm pretty sick today so I hope it's okay. I love them being needy and gentle though. I honestly thought they would just play but Kells was insistent they do more 🤭 I hope you enjoyed it! 💣🖤

[supraveng]

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tagged by @hippolotamus @spotsandsocks @wildlife4life @disasterbuckdiaz @betty-boom 💖

sooo the possessive fic is done!! (planning on posting in the next few days! just gotta edit a bit, it turned out looong - 15k - haha) and I just got inspired to throw together a moodboard for it bc i'm too excited lol

(all the snippets under 'possessive buddie fic' tag!)

also, a couple lines that lowkey inspired this whole idea - tho aside from inspiration it has little to do with the fic haha - from mgk's 'bad things' bc I'm not posting any snippet today haha:

"I want you forever

Even when we're not together

Scars on my body I can look at you whenever"

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It was 2 in the morning when Colson showed up at Pete’s door. His eyes were bloodshot, hair in clumps of blonde, soaked from the endless rain outside. Trembling hands balled into tight fists and disappeared inside the pockets of his leather jacket when the door clicked open.

Then there was Pete. He stood in his sweatpants, one hand leaning over the doorframe, his expression shifting into one of concern as he scanned his eyes across his best friend’s face. He was met with sudden guilt at his earlier bout of annoyance at having to leave his bed and put on pants and he hoped Colson didn't notice his nails dig into his palms when he spoke.

“come in.”, He cracked the door open a little wider and stepped to the side to invite the blonde inside.

“I uh- the place is fucked but I got the heat on-” Pete spoke as he led them through the hallway.

“-and you can look through my shit in here for a change of clothes, I doubt you'll find anything in leather and latex but hey at least they aren't wet- I've just got Rick and Morty on the background but we can switch to music if you wanted- and I just got some new blunt wraps that we could try out- oh and did you want coffee?”

The two came to a halt at the kitchen bench and the slightest smile tugged at Colson’s lips, in awe at how quickly this man was able to change his mood with just a few words.

“Thanks”, he cringed at the way his voice croaked under the syllables and attempted to clear his throat.

He let his eyes leave the floor and travel up to meet Pete's gaze, pausing over the exposed waistband of his boxers a little longer than he’d like to admit before settling on the hazel orbs.

“And-uh yes please, for the coffee.”

“Black”, he added.

“Iced, I know”, Pete finished his eyeroll gaining a chuckle from Colson.

“My bad”

It had always been so easy with Pete. not that he expected it to be like that with everyone else, but it was times like these that he was especially grateful for this man’s existence and he doubted that any words he could string together to tell him so would ever suffice. He shook his head as fought his thoughts from lingering over how he felt about the younger man. Muttering something about a shower, Colson disappeared into the darkness of the hallway.

Colson was wearing a pair of Pete’s purple Spongebob sweats when he emerged from the shower, hair leaving a trail of fading droplets into the carpet as he made his way through the hallway.

His footsteps slowed to a stop once his eyes landed on Pete’s frame lit up only by the dim blues of the television which was now playing some true crime show. Dateline, he remembered Pete had told him, and he smiled to himself recalling that conversation.

Pete’s eyes stayed glued to the screen, and Colson, not wanting to break him from his trance, leaned against the wall and admired the younger man. He sat with his head leaned back, one leg pulled up to his chest while the other lay over the coffee table. A hand reached back to pull at the brown curls at the nape of his neck and Colson’s heart rate climbed as he watched.

He could already picture the expression written on Pete’s face, eyebrows knitted together in concentration, chewing on the inside of his cheek, completely lost to this world. His breath hitched as he let his thoughts about the boy drift into less purer ones.

He had already thought it through, sure the repercussions were merely an afterthought, but if there ever came the time to kiss the brunette he wouldn't hesitate. In fact, he'd be lying if he said he hadn't imagined doing a lot more than that.

He couldn't pinpoint exactly when his feelings for him turned from platonic to sexual but now that they had he didn't know how to act around his best friend anymore. That was the honest reason why he had avoided seeing Pete for as long as he had and he hated the fact that a drug-filled bender was what had broken that spell.

Colson snapped back to reality in an instance when the brunette turned his head to meet his gaze.

“You're back”, Pete spoke through a smile.

“Hi”, Colson couldn't help but do the same.

Pete made it a point, patting the spot next to him using both hands before turning his gaze back to the screen in front. Colson clumsily made his way back to him narrowly avoiding the piles of discarded clothes before reaching the couch.

“My Spongebob looks good on you”

“Your wh- oh”, it took him a second to process the way he had phrased his compliment and he could only laugh in response.

“Good enough for me to keep?”, he threw half-heartedly curious as for the boy's reaction.

“mhmm”, He replied with a genuine certainty that it made Colson's heart do that flippy-over thing that Pete's words apparently now did do him.

Colson shuffled the rest of the way over to the space next to Pete’s before sinking onto the soft cushions below. Pete readjusted in his chair before leaning his head into the crook of Colson’s shoulder.

“You know you don't have to say anything if you don't want to”. gentle words lingered their warm breath against the nape of Colson's neck.

“I know”

He ignored the way his chest clenched as his friend passed him an assuring smile when he didn't elaborate. Instead, he let his head drop to cradle into the younger man’s touch and let his eyes land on the screen where the host's demeanor sounded a tad too cheery to be describing a murder scene.

Not removing his eyes from the TV, Colson moved his arm back to wrap around the younger man and bit back a smile as he felt Pete shift closer and sink into his touch.