#we have these liquid treats that they go crazy for so we gave them both a tube

[forkpigeon3146]

thought one of my cats was being weird and sniffing everything because of the new kitten we got (even though she's being quarantined in a seperate room)

nope. she found a mouse

and after catching said mouse, put it in my bed, alive.

thank you, so much, miss betty /s

[makeyoumine69]

My Lovely Detective IV

— PAIRING: Patrick Bateman x Fem!Detective!OC

— CO-WRITER: @iron-flavored-lipgloss

— CONTAINS: Unprotected non-con sex, rough body play & kissing, manhandling, caging, swearing, degradation, pet play, rough oral sex (Patrick receiving), nausea, exhaustion, hallucinations, fainting, near death experience (drowning/strangling).

— WORDS: 3k

— A/N: Sorry for the waiting, we hope you like it!🙏💗

— LINKS: [MASTERLIST]; [SERIES MASTERLIST]; [AO3].

Faceless

Shaking and panting, Andrea clung to the shattered pieces of her dignity, her eyes tightly closed and her cheeks burning as if his cum was volcanic lava.

"I didn't know you were a sprinter," the detective teased, smearing his warm liquid around her lips to taste it. Then she looked up at him and noticed how hard he still was. "You laughed at me, but... it seems you have a problem with satisfying your hunger."

As they lay on the floor, the woman took the opportunity to look at the coffee table, at the big knife to be exact. Slowly, the woman sat up and wrapped her legs around Bateman, her hands sliding up and down his broad back.

"You like how tight I am, don't you?" Andrea whispered softly in his ear, her hand so close to the knife. "The girls you usually fuck don't feel this good?"

"Because they've all been fucked and used up by me already ... I'll get you there too," Patrick muttered, one hand finding its way to her ass cheek and giving it a sharp slap, the other pinning her wrist to the cool glass table.  "Looks like you haven't learned your lesson yet. You've got such a big mouth, but I'll have no problem stuffing it."

He had Andrea's chin in his rough grip now, forcing her lips into a pout. There was less than an inch between them as he spoke, a tone strangely intimate but his eyes dark and cold as ever. She met them with fierce defiance. Both palms were still on the knife - a brief and silent stare fight until Patrick had had enough. It was uncomfortable to admit it to himself after the detective had commented on it so accurately, but it was almost as if Patrick hadn't found any relief at all. He was as hard as ever.

Bateman let go of her, only to grab the back of Andrea's head and force it down. "Suck it."

'When was the last time I gave a blowjob?' Andrea wondered before licking her lips.

"Don't make me choke or I'll bite you!" The woman warned, wrapping a hand around his thick girth. The moment she took his pulsating dick into her warm mouth, she moaned from the taste of their shared pleasure. "It must be hard to live with something like that?" She teased with an unabashed look at his cock.

Smirking, the detective didn't wait for his answer as she continued to worship his meaty cock, sliding her tongue along the veins, feeling their pulsation and moaning each time his balls tightened in her grasp.

"God, Mr. Bateman," Andrea murmured, looking directly into his hazel eyes. "I'm such an amateur and I can feel your sac tensing so hard under my touch. I bet you like it that much?"

Patrick just laughed in disbelief, a sound that half turned into a groan when she accidentally teased a certain sensitive spot. But it wasn't Andrea's rather mediocre skills that drove him crazy. In terms of skills, the hookers he hired were obviously much better. But that smug smile of hers, those still full lips wrapped around his girth, the way she looked at his cock like it was the most perfect one she'd ever seen, let alone put her mouth on...

That was special. 

He couldn't stand it. 

"Shut up and stop playing around." With a rough tug on her hair, Patrick made the woman cough and drool, but any complaints were choked out of her as he shoved his length down her throat, past any resistance.  Then, Bateman bit his lip bloody, trying to keep from moaning too loudly. And unable to control himself, Patrick began to thrust into her mouth, treating it like another tight hole, digging his fingers painfully into her scalp.

Andrea's eyes watered constantly and she drooled like a waterfall from the way the curve of his dick scratched her throat. "Mmmh-mmm!" The woman whimpered around his pulsating flesh, leaning on his hips to slow him down a bit, but he ignored her sign of pure discomfort.

'I'm going to faint if he keeps this up,' the detective thought, glancing up at Bateman to see the look of pure bliss on his face. 'Fucking bastard, shit, I'm going to cum again.' With these thoughts, Andrea let go of his thighs and instead of focusing on the gagging sensation in her throat, she began to rub her clit in demanding, almost desperate motions, smearing her juices all over her swollen pussy, not caring if it stained the floor.

"Mmm, Batem-man," she gasped as he gave her a moment of reprieve. "You want to kill me with your fucking meat stick?" 

Andrea wanted to add something else, but she didn't have a chance as Bateman grabbed the back of her head and shoved his balls into her abused mouth, the moment she tasted his taut, warm flesh, the detective let out a pathetic cry as she felt so fucking degraded.

"Don't." Patrick shoved his shoe between her legs, dripping pussy staining the polished leather as he kicked her hand away. "You can't cum, unless I let you."

His sadistic hunger fed well on Andrea's disheveled state, those sweet and pitiful sounds, and her vulnerable position, forced to kneel at his feet. His hands tightened in her hair and the thrusts became more urgent as Patrick lost himself in his sickening pursuit of relief and absolute control. 

"Such a tight little mouth ... fuck, you were made to be used like this," he growled, no longer restrained and ready to blow.

Andrea's eyes were so wet that she couldn't even see his face as she looked up at him; the mixture of spit and his cum running shamelessly down her chin and then onto her exposed breasts.

"Mmhhh!" She whimpered breathlessly around his throbbing dick as he squeezed it almost to the hilt, causing the woman to nearly gag. "Bateman..." the detective rejoiced in a husky voice as he let her catch her breath. "Are you going to cum or what?"

The woman gave him a challenging look before Patrick thrust into her mouth again with increased ferocity, pulling at her hair and impaling her head on his beefy shaft. Trembling, Andrea didn't even try to lean against him to slow him down, instead the woman cupped his heavy sack and massaged it rhythmically with her sucking; the wet sounds she made were beyond imagination.

Patrick wiped away her tears with his thumb and caught her glassy gaze again. "Look at me. Don't close your eyes."

He arched her neck back harder, telling her to look up and focus on him and him alone as it seemed Andrea was on the verge of losing consciousness. Her eyelids fluttered like a trapped bird flapping its wings in vain, but she obeyed, keeping her eyes open even as they rolled back into her skull. 

"Ahhh, that's a good little bitch," Bateman groaned, the familiar tingle running down his spine and his balls tightening with need, signaling him that he was close. 

Slamming into her throat one last time, Patrick let himself go, his cock erupting in her mouth and filling it with his hot cum. He held her head in place, his hips stuttering wildly against Andrea's face until he was completely empty.

Andrea didn't remember passing out from exhaustion, her mind nothing but a black void, until she saw the outline of something familiar... or someone, if she was right. Her beloved boyfriend was calling to her, offering her a hand and inviting her to join him as they walked across a wide field. The woman felt relieved and happy to finally be with the man who could give her protection and stability. But was it really true? Piece by piece her perfect dream shattered before her eyes and when she opened them the next time, Andrea found herself in a goddamn cage. It was not as big as the cells in the police station, but the fact that she was locked in such a place was enough to make her panic.

"Bateman!" She yelped, gripping the bars of the cage with all her might, realizing that she was still in his apartment, but not in the living room. God, he had locked her in the bedroom. It was only now that the detective noticed that she was completely naked, except for a black leather choker around her neck like a collar. "Let me out!" Andrea screamed, unsure if Bateman was even there.

Sobbing softly, she leaned against the cold bars of the cage, her hands sliding along them with visible trembling. Where was her boyfriend now? If he was so protective, would she be in this situation?

It was nothing new for Patrick to be distracted at work - lounging on his couch, sketching in his notebook, gossiping with the boys about hardbodies and the Patty Winters show - his mind all over the place. 

Today, however, his thoughts had been focused on a specific subject, taking shape as a voluptuous body and a pair of teary, dark eyes looking up at him, perhaps begging for more, perhaps just praying for release.

It wasn't as if Bateman had suddenly started to feel guilty about yesterday's events, but the consequences of his actions had only just begun to sink in: The detective would be part of his life now, for how long he couldn't predict. 

Somehow it felt like he was stuck with her now, not the other way around. 

When Patrick finally stepped in front of the cage, he fought an unusual kind of tension that tightened his intestines, and only seemingly indifferent he stared down at Andrea's figure while he unbuttoned his suit. It was a truly pitiful sight - Andrea curled up, her arms wrapped around her naked body, shaking so badly it was impossible to tell if she was crying or freezing. She must have been waiting for him all day, Patrick realized, not unlike a puppy that believes it has been abandoned by its owner. There was no clock in this room, the blinds had been torn off. No food either.  However, his fridge was filled with body parts and maybe expired yogurt. 

Patrick shoved his shoe between the bars, forcing Andrea to turn around and face him in all her vulnerability. 'God, she really cries.'

He wasn't quite sure how he should feel about this, remembering her stubborn temper all too well. Now Andrea's eyes were red and filled with panic, and she whimpered at the harsh contact with his sole. Her whole body was covered with goosebumps as well. In this state she would die of frostbite, and wouldn't that be a waste of his efforts?

"You look like hell, and I don't like it." Patrick unlocked the door and threw Andrea over his shoulder so he could carry her to the bathroom. 'This isn't about her comfort at all, I'll just keep her alive like this.'

As soon as Bateman entered the bathroom and put the woman on her feet, Andrea fell to the floor and crawled to the toilet, vomiting from intense hunger. She was starving, dehydrated, exhausted and cold. Shaking, she slid down the smooth marble and lay on her side, tears streaming down her pale face. The detective blinked several times as she saw her boyfriend's face again.

"Hayden..." Andrea murmured, reaching out to the blurred image of her lover. "I was just trying to do my j-job..." the woman closed her eyes and dropped her hands to the floor. "I'm so...sorry...Hayden..." she cried out before fading out.

The darkness consumed her, only to let her hear the voice of her mentor, Detective Kimball. "Listen to me, Andrea, listen to me very carefully," he paused, puffing on his cigarette. "This man, Patrick Bateman, is extremely dangerous, I want you to remember that. Always." 

"I understand, sir." The woman replied, hiding her notebook.

Andrea could see their conversation as if she was watching the movie, it was so strange and overwhelming that she felt nauseous, like she was drowning.

The woman’s eyes wandered aimlessly around the bathroom, and while this proved her conscious state, she was still unable to see Patrick. The name she kept calling out was foreign to him and as she mumbled more words, incoherent and confused, it became clear that the woman was hallucinating or even experiencing a panic attack. 

Patrick hated it. He didn't really know what to do with a body he had to save. 

 Of course, the slap on the cheek did not help either. 

Finally, he decided to fill a glass with water and let her swallow a Xanax, then took a pill himself - all with one free arm, since he had to stabilize her body with the other. She was still shivering in his embrace, unable even to sit up in the bathtub, and without his support her head would have gone submerged. Patrick distantly remembered that the scent of lavender was supposed to calm people, so he added a generous amount of bath oil to the water.  While Andrea slowly warmed up under his touch, Patrick couldn't help but sweat in the humid atmosphere that was his bathroom. He was ridiculously overdressed in his wool pants and shoes, and his shirt had become quite wet in the process. The feeling of the fabric clinging to his skin made him shiver. Catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror, which was starting to fog up at the corners, Patrick realized that he looked about as disheveled as Andrea now.

It was getting a little hard to justify why he was doing all this. 

'I could just push her head under water, and it would be over in a few minutes.'

But just as this cruel thought flashed through his mind, Andrea began to move her head, wriggling out of his grasp and turning to face him, though her movements were somewhat sluggish.

"Hayden, huh? How could you mistake me for your boyfriend?" Patrick wondered, testing if she had come to her senses yet. 

Still shivering, the woman inhaled deeply as if she could finally breathe, her lungs burning from the pain and tension. "Don't... don't you dare say his name," Andrea managed to pronounce while observing the situation she found herself in. "Are you going to kill me now?" The detective asked as she looked down at the water. "To be drowned in such an opulent bathroom... how generous of you."

Only now did Andrea smell the lavender scent that slowly enveloped her like a mist, clouding her mind and making her go limp again in his arms - they were the strongest she had ever known - tight as ropes. He could end people's lives so easily with such a grip, just by strangling them or breaking their necks. With a loud sob, the woman looked up at Bateman's vacant face again, but then she had to close her eyes as she felt his painful pinch on her nipple, she thought he was going to tear off the piece of flesh. 

"Stop!" She screamed, but her body didn't listen, like a broken porcelain doll. "Get...off," Andrea's vision blurred and after several blinks she saw Hayden's face above her again. Almost breathlessly, she let him kiss her, relishing the sensation of his tongue exploring her mouth, not bothering to hold back the moans that rippled through her mouth. "I... I need you, Hayden," the woman bubbled, and the next moment she was pushed violently underwater. Suffocating, Andrea opened her eyes wide to see the black marble of the tub - a testament to her imminent death as the lack of oxygen spurred her to let go and relax, to let the darkness finally take away all the pain and suffering. With that, the woman looked at the bubbles coming out of her mouth one last time before she blacked out, but then she was pulled up roughly and she took a raspy, desperate breath, coughing out the water and her heart seemed to stop from being so close to death.

"Don't. Don't say that name. It will never get you out of here." There was something about the repeated mention of her boyfriend that drove Patrick crazy. If he was going to kill her after all, he should be the last person on Andrea's mind; not even in her thoughts should she be able to escape him. "Do you think he would even want you back? Like this?" 

Bateman grabbed her by the neck and forced her to look into the mirror. Only the bruises he had inflicted on her last night appeared as purple spots all over her body. 

"I am your only hope now. But whether you want to live or die, I'll make you work for it!" It was a moment of revelation for Patrick, to his own surprise. 

He finally began to understand his motivation for all of this - replaceable in every aspect of his life, as Vice President, fiancé, son, and in his human existence, he was about to become her destiny. If anything happened to him, the detective would have to die as well, still trapped and abandoned. There was no other use for imprisoning Andrea instead of killing her, except to play master over a human life. 

Andrea's body felt boneless as he bent her torso over the tub edge and ran his fingers across Andrea's lower back, just above her ass and over the ink that was beginning to blur at the edges. 'I probably went to Harvard while she got this pathetic symbol of rebellion.'

Patrick had only seen the tattoo after she had fainted, and it had become a fixation for him ever since, to his own horror, arousing something beyond disgust in him. 

"Was that your first job? Hunts Point street hooker? Then you should be used to it." Shaking, maybe from the climate of the room, probably from the rush of sick desire that overcame him, he held Andrea close to him, so close that it was nothing but pain, and close to her lips he promised: "I'll fuck you and you'll come alive, you little pathetic bitch!"

P.S. Thank you for reading until the end! You can follow my side blog @makeyoumineagain and my amazing co-writer @iron-flavored-lipgloss and turn on notifications to know when we update!

[kaijime]

lights down low pt. 2

pt. 1

anon. lights down low was so good can u do a continuation of it maybe like y/n invites some of them to her house and boom gangbang

includes. kuroo tetsurou, bokuto koutarou, oikawa tooru, ushijima wakatoshi

cw. fem reader, fivesome, a yagami yato reference (little cutie), oral (receiving and giving), fingering, vaginal penetration, creampie, Bokuto’s kind of a sub ig??, handjob, face sitting, squirting, double penetration, anal

a/n. Kinda don’t wanna leave an a/n because I’m still mad at the fact that the first time I wrote this it got DELETED, still spicy about that but what can I do? I was already planning on making a sequel to Lights down low since it did so good, I just couldn’t figure out how and who. Anyways, hope your guys enjoy it.

It had been a few month since the wonderful videocall that left them all hot and needy. It wasn’t the only time that happened, in fact, ever since then it was repeated at least twice a week. Which obviously led to some awkward moments in the hallways.

The one time Tendou groped your ass in the hallway, or the one time Kuroo pinned you against the wall, got really close to your ear and whispered ‘are you wearing that underwear we love so much for tonight?’. Which for the record, you were, but now it was wet.

Currently you were in your house. You eyed yourself in the mirror one last time before you heard the doorbell ring. You rush to answer it, knowing full well who was waiting for you on the other side of the door.

The door was locked behind you when you let the four boys, Kuroo, Bokuto, Oikawa and Ushijima. For a moment you just stood there, wondering what to do now. Well, you had invited them home because your parents weren’t going to be home for the next few days, so I guess it was their move now. You walk to the kitchen and they follow you, almost like lost puppies. 

“So...would you guys like something to drink? Or something to drink?”

“That sweet pussy” your cheeks flushed at his words, embarrassed by the fact that they had barely arrived and they already had you dripping through you panties. Out of nowhere Ushijima picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder and holding the back of your thighs to keep you safe. They walked up the stairs and down the hall to your room and Ushi placed you on the bed carefully.

You sat up quickly, taking off your shirt and slipping off your shorts as the boys quickly take their clothe off. The bed shifted when Oikawa climbed on. “No bra? Is this all for us baby?” You nod your head, a silent beg. Trying to communicate how much you needed him.

You feel the bed shift again when Ushijima slips in behind you, you end up between his legs, his rock hard dick pushing against your lower back. The boy in front of you slips a hand in the waistline of your cute underwear, doing nothing to hide the wet spot in between your legs, and he pulls them off. He leaves your wet cunt on display for the rest of the men in the room and throws your panties to an unknown corner of the room.

“This here...its so wet. Have you been thinking of us? Little cutie?” you nod as you guide both of Ushijima’s hands to touch your breasts, using his calloused fingers to tease your nipples and he catches on quickly to how you want him to treat you. Oikawa leans in and licks a long stripe through your folds, his warm tongue making you feel all kinds of ways. “You like that?”

He goes all in, diving between you legs to work his magic, sucking your clit occasionally, which drove you insane. You raised your hips, grinding them against his mouth for more friction. You finally got a piece of what you needed when he slipped a finger into your hole, he watched as your face transformed completely with every twist and turn he gave with his finger, and even more when he slipped in another one. 

“Tooru please... f-fuck me”

“Be patient love, we wont leave you unsatisfied. Now let go, I wanna hear your sweet music” he curls his fingers at the right spot making your hips shoot up in pleasure and he starts leaving marks on the inside of your thighs. One of his hands is knuckles deep inside you and the other one is holding your leg over his shoulder, you’re loving every second of it. “Are you close? I wanna hear you scream my name darling”

“T-Tooru!” you shout s you clench around his fingers, your slick coating them and your body was squirming. Shaky words mixed with his name and other profanities would spill out of your mouth in your moment of ecstasy, driving all of them crazy. Ushi’s cock twitching behind you and you felt a small drop of liquid trickle down to your arse, his precum.

When you finally came down from your high Tooru quickly flipped you over so that now you finally see Ushijima’s big cock. It wasn’t anything to laugh at, standing tall and bumping against his abdomen, his pretty pink tip dripping precum.

“Don’t be shy darling, take it in your mouth” Oikawa suggested, although his tone indicated it was and order.

“Its so big, I don’t think I can” you give it a try anyway, licking a stripe from the base to the tip, repeating the movement over and over until you took it in your mouth. Tears gathered in the corners of your eyes and threatened to slip out. And they did, when Oikawa entered you with no warning, he took your distraction with Ushijima’s cock to his advantage and sheathed himself inside of you all at once. You let out a loud moan, which only sent vibrations through the cock in your mouth and made the man throw his head back at the feeling.

Oikawa started moving, steady thrusts while he held your hips with his calloused hands, sure to leave marks. Ushi moved too, thrusting his hips into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat every time and holding your hair to steady himself. 

“Fuck- You feel so tight” you shift your gaze to your left and watch Kuroo jacking off with a piece of fabric around his length. Not just any piece of fabric, your previously discarded panties, the sight alone makes you clench on Tooru, and he notices. “Awwe, clenching when you see his fucking himself with your panties? Such a slut, having two of her holes stuffed. How does it feel? Oh wait, you shouldn’t speak with your mouth full”

Then you saw him, Bokuto, sitting in a chair and watching you with pleading eyes. His length just begging to be touched. You motioned him to come here with your hand and he did as told, desperate to be touched. When he got close enough to the bed you grabbed his cock and stroked it, rubbing the tip with your thumb and basically fucking him with your hand. 

“(Y/n)! Can I cum inside? Please let me come inside”

“Of course you can Ushi” Oikawa answered for you, he was still going at it, with every thrust he went faster and harder, his eyes fixated on the way your ass bounced and jiggled every time he shot his hips against yours. The sight was so arousing, he couldn’t hold back any longer and he leaned over you so his chest was right behind your back. He left kisses and bite marks on your neck and on the back of your neck.

Ushijima spurted thick ropes of cum into your mouth, holding your head close to him and forcing you to swallow it all. Not that you would complain. You felt Bokuto’s dick in your hand twitch, a signal that he was close. You took Ushijima’s cock out of your mouth, a little bit of his seed dripping down your chin, you filled you mouth with Bokuto’s cock. You hollow your cheeks in hope of making him spill it all inside and he did, painting your cheeks white with his cum and throwing his head back at the amazing feeling. 

Just as you felt the white haired male nearing his end you reached your own climax, your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your walls spasming around Tooru’s cock. 

“You feel so good- hah! I’m gonna cum!” he shot his load inside your hole, leaving a warm feeling behind when it was over and he pulled out. Your fucked out figure was flipped again, laying on your back while Oikawa cleaned your chin with his shirt. “You did so good for us doll, now its their turn” he motions towards Kuroo, who had your panties in his hand, except now they were coated in his white substance. 

He laid on the bed next to you and you sat up supporting yourself with your elbow.

“Sit on my face” your eyes shoot open in shock. 

“Wh-what?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself doll, come sit on my face” you hesitantly move your way up to be situated on top of his face, holding onto the headboard of the bed for dear life. “Come on dear, I don’t have all day”

He grabs your hips with a bruising grip and shoves you down on his mouth and he sucks on your clit. Slurping, sucking and other lewd noises could be heard from his spot in between your legs. He brought your body up to let himself be heard.

“I want you to fuck yourself with my tongue”

“N-no I can-tt ah! Kuroo-!” he lowered you on his tongue and you began grinding on his face, his nose occasionally grazing against your clit. Minutes later you feel yourself close to orgasm, though this one feels different, it feels stronger. 

“K-Kuroo no! I’ll make a m-mess-! Please let me g-get off Kuroo!” he pretended he didn’t hear you, he wanted you to make a mess. So you did, squirting all over his face, your juices dripping on his cheeks and he licked his lips to taste you.

“You taste so good doll, now I wanna see you do that again. Bo, come over here” and the male followed the orders, his cock was painfully hard again. Kuroo moved from the bed, taking you with him in his arms as you held onto him like a koala. Bokuto laid down on the bed on Kuroo’s previous place and Kuroo placed you above Bokuto’s rock hard cock.

“K-Kuroo no! Its so big! I-I can’t take it” you whined when he put you down on his friends cock. He reached deeper than you could’ve ever reached with one of your toys, though they all seemed insignificant right now, you could never go back to using them now that you found something bigger and better to satisfy yourself with. Your train of thought was interrupted when Kuroo entered a finger in your ass, the sudden stretch in your unused hole making tears fall again.

“N-no! Kuroo that’s s-so dirty”

“Nonsense baby, nothing about you is dirty. Nothing you could ever have...” he moved the finger inside of you, trying to get you used to the new sensation while you bounced on Bokuto’s cock. “Nothing you could ever do...” he slips in another finger and your pain turned into pleasure the harder he went with his fingers. “Nothing you could ever say... would make me think that you’re dirty”

He removed all three fingers from your hole and you felt relieved. You shouldn’t feel relieved though, you should know by now, Kuroo doesn’t do anything without a reason. He only pulled his fingers out of your asshole because something bigger was coming. He went inside.

You scream out his name in pleasure, the feeling of being stuffed by two cocks was even more fulfilling than one. You kept bouncing on Bokuto, who was just taking in the view of the contortions of your face, how your eyes would shut every time he hit your cervix and how your whines only became louder.

You put your hands on Bokuto’s chest so you could keep balance.

“Oh! What do we have here?” curious Oikawa had found your small vibrator on your drawer and smirked at you playfully. 

“N-no-! Ple-ease, no more! No m-more” but it was too late Tooru had put the vibrating bullet against your clit and had your body shaking and squirming in pleasure.

“You feel so good (Y/n)-! If you clench on me like that-... I’m gonna cum” Bokuto whined. You just nodded your head, too absorbed in your own pleasure to mind him while he blew his load, coating your cute cunt in his cum. Kuroo left open mouthed kissed on your shoulder and that was the last piece of pleasure you needed to explode. You pulled yourself off his cock and make the mess, leaving his thighs soaking with your slick. 

The sight made Kuroo finish, pulling out of your ass and spurting cum on your back. When he finished his orgasm he stood back and admired the masterpiece he had created. After that you collapsed on top of Bokuto, and the rest of your memories were foggy. You remember the warmth of the bath they gave you as after care and you remember Ushi tucking you in. 

And you remember thinking as you went to sleep, ‘what a well spent afternoon’.

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[silverbyeol]

When We Collide - Tom Holland

Summary: A close encounter with death, brings on a new relationship (This summary sucks, but I don’t want to give anything away) 

Author’s Note: Not sure if this classifies as angst, but the ending is kind of sad... but lots of fluff all throughout! 

Word Count: 3.6K

“That’s a wrap for today everyone, have a good day and I’ll see you all on Friday,” the male producer said, there was some light mumbling throughout the cast and everyone disbursed soon after.

“Hey, Tom!” yelled a male voice, stopping the brunette in his tracks, “Would you like to hang out with us? We’re going to grab some drinks at a pub?” Tom looked over at the owner of the voice, one of his co-stars.

“I would, but I already have plans for today. Definitely next time,” the male replied with a smile. Truth be told, Tom didn’t really have any important plans. They were shooting a movie in London and all Tom wanted to do was walk around and enjoy the feeling of being home for a while.

The male walked into his trailer and changed out of the outfit he wore on set and into something more comfortable, jeans and a plain white t-shirt. He checked himself out in the mirror and, before leaving the set, put on a black cap and dark shades, to mask his identity. It was nice to get away from fame and responsibilities for a while and just lead a somewhat normal life.

The streets of London were always busy with people walking about, minding their business, and tourists snapping pictures of every nook and cranny. The weather was gloomy today and there was really no reason to wear shades outside. He probably looked crazy, but Tom went unrecognized as he made his way towards his favourite cafe- ready to enjoy some afternoon tea and maybe even read a book. The cafe was located in a part of London that was rarely crowded. The brunette turned a corner, and there it was; the cafe was standing just across the street. He stopped at the pedestrian crossing, waiting for the signal to turn green.

On the other side of the street stood a young female. She had a pair of over-ear headphones on and wasn’t really paying attention to her surroundings. The male looked her over, admiring how cute she was. She had a black and white striped top on, paired with black cargo jeans, and a black Nike duffle bag across her chest. She looked as if she was coming back from the fitness center. The light turned green for them to cross and the female looked both ways to make sure there were no other cars. She quickly looked back at her phone, missing the vehicle that was speeding down the road.

Everything moved so fast. She was about to get hit and without thinking, the male took off running towards her, ready to push her out of the way. Everything started moving in slow motion and for a split second, he saw her eyes widen with fear as she looked up from her phone and noticed the situation unfolding. Tom quickly grabbed the girl's waist, lunging the two onto the ground, right in front of the coffee shop.

‘This definitely hurts less at the studio…’ he thought and fluttered open his eyes, meeting fearful e/c ones.

“Are you okay?” the female asked as she lay on top of Tom.

“I’m fine. No big deal,” he grunted out. It was actually a big deal… His head and back hurt from the fall and his hands were scraped from sliding on the concrete. “Are you okay?” he in turn asked her as he scanned her face for any injuries.

“I’m fine… I- ermm…” she stuttered and quickly got off the males body, sitting down on the ground next to him, “Thank you- I don’t- Everything just happened so fast…” she said with a shaky voice as if the events finally hit her. The car was long gone and there were no other people walking by as the incident occured.

“What a bloody arsehole, he shouldn’t have been going so fast,” Tom said and frowned. The female's things were all over the ground and right in the middle of them were his sunglasses. His eyes met with the girls, yet she seemed to not recognize that he was famous, “Are you hurt? Should we go to the hospital?” he questioned, concerned about her well-being.

“I’m alright. Thank you… I’m not sure how I could ever repay you for saving my life… you even got hurt,” she said as she studied his scraped hands.

“There’s no need. What’s your name?”

“Y/n.” she answered and the couple stood up from the ground.

“I’m Tom. Pleasure.” he replied, looking into her eyes for any sign of recognition, but nothing.

“Can I at least buy you a cuppa or coffee?” she asked and motioned towards the shop. Tom warmly smiled at her.

“Sure.” The two grabbed their things and collected themselves before going into the shop.

“Welcome! What can I get started for you two?” asked the barista. Tom and the female awkwardly approached the counter.

“I’ll have a flat white, please,” the female by his side said.

“Two of those,” Tom added. Y/n started digging in her bag, most likely looking for her wallet.

“10 pounds.” the barista said and Tom swiftly handed the barista the orange/brown coloured bill.

“Wait… what are you-” Y/n said in confusion.

“Let’s go sit down,” Tom interrupted and led the two towards an empty table.

“You’re way too kind…” Y/n said when the pair sat down. Tom chuckled.

“Making you pay wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of me.” the female smiled at him and the barista came over to the table, setting down two small cups.

“Thank you.” they both said and Y/n picked up the cup and took a small sip, making Tom stare. Being a celebrity, he never had meaningful conversations with strangers. Everyone either wanted a photo or autograph, so it was hard for the male to make connections with regular people.

“What's up with the shades?” she asked, hoping to see more of the strangers' faces.

“Oh....” Tom mumbled and took off his glasses and cap. There was no one in the shop besides the pair, it was fangirl free, “It’s a habit.”

“Makes you look kind of dodgy...”

“Does it…?” he mumbled more to himself than the girl. She looked more calm than before as if the incident was long forgotten. He picked up his mug and took a sip of the hot liquid. Y/n took a second to examine the male. He had brown hair and a pair of matching brown eyes. His baby face made him look like a puppy. He was cute. Her eyes traveled to his arms, they were slightly veiny, he was most likely fit and worked out a lot. Her eyes looked at his hands that were red and had scratches from the fall.

“Tell me about yourself,” Tom said, wanting to keep the mood light.

“Me? I’m honestly not that interesting…” she said and looked down at her lap, “I’m a ballet dancer, I don’t really have time for much else…” she continued, picking up Tom’s interest.

“You dance? I took ballet classes when I was a child. I was even in the Billy Elliot musical-” Tom said and suddenly felt nervous. (Y/n) didn’t seem to know who he was. It was nice to be normal and treated like a regular human, not a famous actor, “when I was in secondary school,” he added.

(Y/n) looked up with interest, “I didn’t realize you were done with school… you look so young,”

“I’m actually 24,” Tom said. The female looked at him with wide eyes.

“You look so young…” she repeated and Tom took another sip of his coffee, “Did the ballet thing work out for you or are you pursuing different things?” This was Tom’s chance to tell the female that he was a famous actor.

“No, I decided to do other things,” he started. He decided that he liked the feeling of being unknown, “I work on movie sets… bunch of random things, honestly.”

“That’s cool. Do you get to meet a lot of celebrities?”

“Yeah… you could say that.”

The two sat in the coffee shop until the sky turned dark, talking about anything and everything. The longer the two talked, the more Tom started to fancy the female. Despite what she thought, she was interesting and very kind. He never met someone like her, and he definitely wanted to keep getting to know her.

“It’s almost 9…” she said with a tired sigh, “I should get going. I have rehearsals in the morning.”

“I should get going too…” Tom said, slightly disappointed…

“Despite the circumstances, it was so nice to meet you, Tom. Thank you for saving me.” she said and started getting up. He didn’t want their conversation to end, if she let him, Tom wanted to keep in touch with the female.

“Wait!” he called out and she looked at him, sitting back down, “Do you mind if I get your number? I would love to take you out on a date, or just hang out,” there was a hopeful gleam in his eyes.

“Ummm… yeah- of course…” (Y/n) felt her cheeks get warm. It’s been a while since someone asked her for her number or even asked her out on a date. Tom gave her his phone and she typed her number in.

“Have a goodnight, (Y/n).”

“Have a goodnight, Tom.”

Tom could not concentrate on set. All he could think about was the girl with the e/c coloured eyes. After the encounter, Tom texted the female that night to make sure she made it home safe. Ever since, they’ve been sending messages back and forth constantly. He wanted to take the girl out on a proper date, but that was slightly difficult. Public spaces meant lots of potential fangirls and the male was not ready to reveal his status yet.

“Holland!” yelled a strict male voice making Tom come out his daydream.

“Sir?”

“What’s the matter with you?” the director asked, annoyed that they had to reshoot the same scene for the fifth time.

“Sorry… I’ve got a lot on my mind.” he replied, making the director sigh in defeat.

“Alright. Why don’t you take the week off, yeah?”

“Oh, okay.” he replied, his thoughts going back to Y/n.

“And make sure you come back to Earth by then!” the male yelled and stormed off, annoyed about having to make a new shooting schedule for the week. Tom reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone:

Tom: Would you like to go on a date with me tomorrow?

Tom: Totally fine if you don’t

Tom: Don’t want to pressure you

To say that the male felt stupid was an understatment. Why was he so nervous? He barely knew this girl for a week and she made him feel like a teenager who was helplessly chasing their crush around. He looked at the screen, three little dots appeared and a message suddenly popped up:

Y/n: I would like that

Tom: Great! I’ll pick you up at 6! Text me your postal address.

Tom sat on the sofa in Y/n’s flat as they watched Citizen Kane on her small telly. The female was laid down, her legs laying on top of his as she balanced a big bowl of popcorn on her belly, occasionally munching on the snack. Tom looked away from the noir film, his attention purely on his girlfriend. The pair have been dating for nearly half a year and Y/n was still unaware that her boyfriend was an A list celebrity. Of course, Tom wanted to tell her, but they’ve already gotten so far into their relationship that he was scared of how she might react to the news.

“You know… I’ve never been to your flat,” the female said and stuffed some popcorn into her mouth, never taking her eyes off the telly.

“Is that something you would like to do?” Tom questioned.

“I mean… We always spend time here. Why haven’t you invited me over? Are you hiding a secret family from me?” her eyes met his and he saw the playful gleam behind her orbs.

“You caught me. My wife and kids wouldn’t be too happy to find out that I enjoy spending my time more with my mistress than them,” Y/n picked up a piece of popcorn and threw it at him, landing it right in the middle of his forehead.

“That’s what you get, Mr. Holland… or is that even your real name?” she said glaring at him, but a smile was plastered on her lips. Tom grabbed the bowl of popcorn from her belly and placed it down on the floor. He quickly got on top of her, using his forearms as support to hover over her.

“Would you like to come over tomorrow then? I could cook us dinner?” he questioned as he looked all over her face, admiring every little detail.

“That sounds lovely. Your wife and kids won’t mind?” she giggled.

“No. I’ll make sure they’re out by the time you get there,” he said and dipped down to capture her lips.

Tom was nervous about his girlfriend coming over, and not because he had a secret family. Tom did not mind that his girlfriend lived in a flat that only had one small bedroom and a common area, nor was he worried about her being materialistic and only keeping him around for the money. She didn’t have much, but she liked to spoil him with small gifts here and there with whatever money she had left from her paycheck. It was bad enough that he drove around in a Porsche, but he lived in a luxurious two story flat on the outskirts of London. If she were to ask questions, how was he supposed to explain where his wealth came from? What if there were paparazzis situated outside his home? He wanted to tell her about being Spider-man on his own time and this could potentially out him.

“I thought you lived closer to the city…” Y/n said looking out the window, watching as they got further from the center of London.

“I prefer staying out of London… It’s always so crowded and the traffic is horrible.” he replied as he pulled into the carpark. Y/n smiled in anticipation. The building of the flats looked really modern, as if they were built recently. She knew that this place must have been expensive to live in. The couple walked inside the building, his hand on the small of her back as he led her towards the lift.

“Mr. Holland.” the doorman greeted, with a kind smile.

“John. Good evening.”

Once inside the lift, Tom swiped his key card and pressed the button for the highest floor. Y/n looked around, slightly feeling out of place. She knew that Tom worked in the film industry, but she didn’t expect him to be loaded. The door to the lift opened and the girl's eyes went wide with shock as she was met with a spacious flat and huge windows that were facing towards the center of London.

“Woah… You said you did what?” the female questioned as she looked out the window.

“I work on movie sets… which reminds me,” he said and came up behind the female, wrapping his arms around her middle, “There is a private screening tonight of the movie I was working on when we first met. It would mean a lot to me, if you came along to watch it.” he said, kissing his girlfriend's cheek.

“Am I allowed to?”

“Of course. You’re my plus one, love…”

The couple finished their dinner before going to see the private screening. Most movies would be shown to the cast and crew before they officially premiered in Hollywood. This showing was meant for the UK team only. This was the moment that Tom would confess who he actually was. His heart was pounding against his chest as he and Y/n sat down in the chairs in the screen room. There were only five others there.

“What’s this movie about?” questioned the female.

“Superheroes.” Tom responded with a bit of a smirk on his face. This was going to be the first time he’s seen the final product, so he wasn’t completely sure when Peter Parker was going to make an appearance. The Marvel logo played and transitioned into a poor quality memorial video of all the Avengers that died during the Thanos battle. The scene continued with two teens as they were giving a morning announcement to their school. Tom looked over at his girlfriend who looked confused, she must not have watched any of the marvel movies. The scene ended and there he was… It was always weird seeing your own face on a big screen.

“I have a plan!” his character started, talking about how he was going to woo MJ in Paris. Tom looked over to his right. Y/n had her mouth wide open as she watched her boyfriend speak in an American accent. She looked at the screen and slowly turned her head to look at her boyfriend as if trying to confirm that it was the same person. Five minutes into the movie and there he was in his Spider-man suit talking at a fundraiser. Y/n grabbed her bag and abruptly stood up, walking out of the screening room, having seen enough.

“Shit…” Tom mumbled and raced after her, “Love, wait!” he yelled, but the female kept walking until she got outside. Not knowing where to go, she stopped in her tracks, “Y/n…”

“You’re Spiderman…” she muttered lowly and Tom almost didn’t catch it.

“I-” he started saying, but she quickly cut him off.

“This is mental. You’re Spiderman and you forgot to mention that your job entails you to actually be the main character in the film?” she said and turned around to look at him. She looked sad, almost disappointed. Tom was at a loss for words.

“You’ve nothing to say?” she tutted and started walking in a random direction, away from the male.

“Babe! Wait!” he yelled and ran up to stand in front of her to block her way, “I was scared okay… Everyone who I ever meet on the street wants a photo or autograph. When I met you, you made me feel normal for once, not like I’m some object that belongs in a museum. I know that keeping this from you was bad and I am truly sorry,” her eyes sparkled in understanding as she listened to the male speak, “I don’t want to lose you.” he ended, his eyes slightly glossy. Y/n sighed and leaned over to give him a kiss. He grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to him, fearing that this would be the last time he would be able to feel her lips.

“I understand if you want to break up-”

“Shut up and kiss me, you bloody git.” the female giggled, making Tom smile and lean in for another kiss.

…

“Don’t lie to me ever again.”

“Never.”

It’s been about five years since the couple started dating. Tom was ready to ask Y/n to marry him. He was going to propose on their anniversary, but he wasn’t sure how or where; all he knew was that he was ready to call her his forever. The male walked into their shared bedroom where the future Mrs. Holland was already in, laying under the covers, dozing off. He slipped in and pulled her close to his chest.

“I love you, Y/n.” he whispered as he kissed her neck, earning a tired reply…

“I love you, too…”

~~~~~

   "He's waking up!"

   "Tom!"

   "Can you hear us?"

   "TOM!" slowly his eyes opened and he met a white ceiling.

   "Where am I?" he groaned and looked over to the side, his mom was there looking at the male in worry.

   "You're in the hospital, Tom. You've been in a coma for six months..." his mother said in a calm voice as tears spilled from her eyes.    

   "Mum? Where's Y/n? I need to see her, is she okay?" Tom questioned as he tried to get out of bed. His head was pounding as he tried to recall the accident.

“Woah… you need to stay in bed, Thomas. Who’s Y/n?” his mother asked, concerned.

“My girlfriend… I was going to propose to her.” Tom let out.

“I’m going to go get a doctor. Please don’t move.” his mother said and left the room.

“What happened?” Tom groaned and he held his head.

“Your director called us after you didn’t show up for the shooting…” spoke up his brother, Harry, who was sitting on a chair, on the opposite side where his mother just stood, “You and some girl got hit by a car just outside a shop in London.”

“Coffee shop?” Tom questioned, his headache starting to ease.

“Yeah…” Harry said.

“Where’s the girl?” Tom questioned, curious what was happening.

“Just in the other room. They haven't been able to identify her.” Harry finished, concerned about his brother.

“Can you take me to her?”

“You just woke up… No way…” Harry said as he frowned at the older male.

“I need to see her…” Tom pleaded, making his brother sigh. Harry got up from the chair and rolled over a wheelchair that was located on the other side of the room. He helped his brother on it and wheeled him towards the room next door. The pair of brothers stopped just outside a window that looked into a patient's room. The shape of her face, the colour of her hair- everything about her was so familiar. She had lost a little colour on her skin, probably due to being in a coma and light bruises littered her body. He couldn’t see the colour of the girl’s eyes, but he was sure that he recognized her.

   She was the same girl who Tom was going to propose to. That girl was Y/n...

Thanks for reading, lovely~ 

[todoshotoki]

𝙋𝘼𝙄𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙂: sub! takami keigo/hawks x dom! reader

MENTIONS: choking, slight bondage, thigh riding, overstimulation, degrading, praising

𝘼𝙐𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙍'𝙎 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀: thank u olivia for being the kinky bastard u are and sparking my voyage on writing this for 4 hours straight during online classes

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there was no doubt that keigo always had heads turning his way. the proud wings flaring and flashing their rich red colors. several awards had hung around his neck, he was only twenty one and he had his own agency.

he seemed hard to drag down. such a figure as him, had managed to boldly interrupt the hero billboard chart event in front of hundreds of thousands and yet here he was kneeling in front of your feet.

whenever he gave you face he always looked up at you with such dolled up gaze. there were hickeys littered all up his neck and his collarbone, some of them redder than others. he had taken the pleasure to dress up all pretty for you in the raunchy black skirt that he had bought from what seemed like ages ago.

the skirt had barely covered his rear. when he was waiting for you in the bedroom, it was like an invitation just written out for you with silver lining. keigo never joked around with this thing. you two barely got to hang out anymore and the day he had off, you had unfortunately had a in person college class.

he looked so incredibly upset when you had told him. he was ready to be slow fucking all day whether or not you were on top or bottom.

keigo knew you worked hard and so he wanted to reward you with a treat. he even had shaved his legs for the occasion. you would have been crazy to decline his offer so you accepted it.

here he was with his pointed tongue flicking around, settling to sucking your clit. you had your hand on the back of his head as your lips parted.

the blonde has always been good at oral, he would be on his knees and worship your pussy like god had descended from heaven just to grace him with his presence. keigo's humming sent vibrations throughout the lower half of your body, all while getting a little rougher with you stimulating more pleasure than before. your mouth hung open, breathy moans weren’t afraid to call out his name. he seemed to be enjoying it as much as you, muffled gasps of what you made out to be your name, left his lips like a hushed prayer.

he rocked his his hips trying to comfort his own arousal, clenching at times as your moans picked up.

"more, keigo, baby- so good for me!" you groaned as his pace picked up and his doe eyes had widened at the praise. shit, his beautiful dolled up his face was so endearing. "oh- fuck!" you came without warning, grabbing onto his hair and forcing him into your core, shuddering as he you could hear him choking. he wasn't protesting but rather gulping up whatever he could as if it was holy.

not a single drop had fell to the floor as you expected from him. once you released your grip on your lover's head, he pulled back to take in a hefty breath of air. you almost cooed at the sight, your juices had stuck to his lips and his cheeks.

he looked dazed as if he was the one who just experienced the leg shaking climax you had just climbed down from. keigo made sure to lap up the excess cum from his face as he watched you layed on the edge of your shared bed. “what a pretty boy,” you peck him on his cheek.

"come here keigo," you patted your thigh. he obeyed wordlessly, sitting on your thigh. "you're going to ride my thigh, m'kay baby?" you grabbed onto his hips and he looked with you a soft curious gaze, "i've never done that before..." you could feel his throbbing cock through his panties, a slight wetness as you felt the precum seeping through the cotton. his wings were twitching slightly as you moved your hands slightly.

"i'll help you," you helped him snap up his hips with the aid of your thigh rubbing against his heat. he choked slightly with the sudden pleasure, sending hot shivers from his legs to his wings.

you guide his hips for a little more after before he finally gets the hang of it. soon enough you were both huffing from the friction. the pink twinge from being out of breath started to arise on keigo's cheeks. "mommy..." he mewls, keeping himself steady with one hand while biting the other to keep him from crying out.

"there you go, baby, keep going," you say watching him throw his head back and pick up his pace. he hums as the bed begins to rock from him moving up and down your thigh. "fuck, mommy- help!" he cries, clearly unsatisfied with the work he was getting accomplished. "patience, keigo," you hum, cupping his chin, stroking it with your thumb and watching his flushed cheeks flare up even more as his frustration grew.

his wings flapped in disarray as he cried once more about not being able to feel enough. it was a slow climb but he began to finally feel it in his stomach. he groans and grunts as he winces at the friction.

"ah!" he shifts the hindering fabric of the skirt out of his way as he starts to rub up against your thigh harder. "oh shit, oh god!" his wings were beating now, his breathing becoming shallow and ragged. he continued to scale in pitch as his high had built up. he was clearly trying to hold onto it but he was not doing too hot.

he let out a loud cry as he came, his legs shuddering as he gripped onto your thigh to support him. his wings had spread out briefly before he had been left panting. the cum had leaked from the fabric seeping onto your thigh.

he wasn't as ruined as you wanted him to be. you were ready for him to only swear by the four walls where all this had taken place. you decided you didn't want to watch keigo come down from his high so you grabbed hold of his thighs once again.

"mistress what are you—" he tenses as your rubbed his sensitive cock against your thighs again. his lips form into an "o" before he was quick to follow up, whining as he complying to get himself off.

keigo's lips trembled as whimpers were caught up in his throat, purposely trying to muffle them. you were sure the he would so much louder than he was letting on. "look at you," you purr, watching him struggle, "so obedient... you really are my little bitch boy, huh, kei?"

you sent a smack to his ass making him squeak softly in return. you could feel his legs tensing as he grinds against you, pushing through the pleasure which vibrates through his lower half.

“ugh!” keigo groans, feeling the knot build up in his stomach. his breathing became caught in his throat as he craved more and more friction. “please- oh- please!” he gasped out as the high came once again and this time he came harder with a strangled moan tearing from his throat.

the blonde hums as he rides it out and you feel the cum dribble from your leg down to your sheets. you motion to take off his panties, discarding the ruined material. “hmm, are you going to fuck me, now,” he asks, the slight shifting of his member rubbing against your thigh making him shudder.

he was sweaty, covered in the mixture of his own juices. keigo looked so ready to sprawl out in front of you and take you in. “so desperate are we?” you sat up and gripped his hips once again. “a-again? it’s too sensitive...” he mewls, “it’s way too sensitive- ah!” he couldn’t do anything else but to comply, gripping onto your back as his ragged moans fell out of his mouth subconsciously.

tears started to prick at the corner of his eyes, resting his chin on your collarbone. he moved his hips unsteadily, every movement followed by his moaning. “i can’t do this!” he cries, feeling the skin rub against skin. he shook his head as his whole body started to twitch and his wings flapped vigorously.

you rubbed the sensitive areas of his wings, you knew how he twisted up and writhed under your touch. he was even louder than before. “mistress! mistress! i’m going to burst- fuck!” his whole body was racking up with moans as he came on you once again.

he felt like liquid in your hands, warping to every touch. little murmurs of him reciting, “so good,” filed your ears as you kissed his already abused neck.

you almost felt bad for what he was going to have to endure. “grind on my thigh again,” keigo’s eyes widened at your request, “my little bitch boy,” he seemed to love that nickname because he began to get at it.

endless whimpers seemed to come out of his mouth, he sounded so ruined and overwhelmed. keigo’s eyeliner was starting to run and smear, his hair was a mess, and drool was dripping from his lips. he barely could move on his own, his movement hitching as he failed to keep rhythm.

he seemed to pause at times to catch his breath, huffing and looking up at you with desperation. you gave in, taking charge of his hips and creating friction between you two once again at a steadier pace. his hands now abandoned your thigh, not being able to keep up with it. “god, you’re such a whore for me aren’t you!”

keigo could only moan in response, nodding frantically squeezing his eyes shut. he desperately tried to find something grab onto, leaning back to grab onto the sheets. “it’s too much! too much!” the blonde cries. you grin and take a hold of his jaw, “quit your crying,” he whimpers and obeys continuing to ride out with no complaint, “i’m coming!” he yelps, his voice hoarse and dry from the amount of vocalizing he had done.

“oh, god, look at him,” you thought. you held him as he shuddered. you had never pushed him this far to where every part of his body was responding to your loving touch.

you helped him stand up, his knees buckling from the instability. “this is not over, kei,” you say, grabbing a piece of cloth and tying it securely around his wrists in from of him. the way he looked at you so submissively and timidly sometimes, jesus....

“am i going to get the strap?” he voice cracking a little bit from how worn it got. his question was soon answered when he felt it brushing up against him.

you moved him down to lay on his chest. his flushed cock laying against his stomach. you picked up the back of his skirt and had his legs spread out for you as you prepped his hole. you ignored his whorish remark to just put it in raw, lubing up his hole. he gasps at the feeling of your fingers stretching him out, squirming under your touch.

“put it in already, kid, i—“ a slap came towards his ass, he shut himself up with a whimper. “listen, keigo, i’m in charge here. it’s mistress to you.” you growled and you peaked at his starry eyed look, feeling him clench a bit in response. “what a brat,” you slap his ass one more time before helping him back up to his feet.

you readied at his hole, leaning into him with your breath hitting his ear. “oh, shit,” he whines as he feels the tip start to enter him slowly. you made sure he felt every inch of the strap, “you like that, huh?” you started hum in you ear, switching the vibrating side that you had inside on.

keigo just nodded, squeezing his eyes shut and letting out curses. his tied up hands were clawing at the cloth in attempt to relieve the pressure from the pleasure. you bottomed out inside of him, feeling the vibrating end graze over your g-spot making you moan softly with him.

you started to drag yourself in his walls which made hum. once you got the hang of things, you started thrusting faster, bringing your hands up under his shirt, tease his aroused nipples. his face twisted up in satisfaction with your actions. you kissed his atop collarbone, praising his body all the while, “you’re so incredibly pretty when you take the strap like this,” he eats up the compliment, an expression filled with euphoria.

you didn’t keep this up for long, soon enough, he was shaking at your thrusting. “hmm- fuck!” he whines, drawling out his moaning, “let me feel all of you, mommy! punish me for being the dirty little slut, i am!”

he collapses onto the sheets below him, not being able to keep upright any longer. you smack his ass, thrusting in deeper as he screams in pleasure. he manages to break the cloth binding from around his wrists and his hands immediately groped onto the sheets as you continued to fuck him over the side of the bed.

he was gone all that came out were moans and cries afterward as he came once again on the sheets.

you pulled out of him and flipped him over to his back, changing course and fucking him into the sheets. you were rough with it, his hips would definitely show bruising as you dug your nails into his sides. his the black skirt that was hugging around his waist was going to be stained with him all over it.

“it hurts so much but it feels so good, please, just choke me!” his request had shocked you, but you complied and wrapped your dominant hand around his neck, squeezing at the sides. he let out choked gasps and moans as his tongue lolls out of his mouth and his eyes roll back in his head at the overwhelming sense of bliss.

“oh fuck, baby! you’re my little bottom bitch, fuck!” you felt yourself coming at his blissed our expression, slowing down and pulling out and bottoming in him, hitting his prostate each time causing him to letting out a strangled cry through your choking.

“please, mommy, make me cum!” his breathing didn’t slow down as you tortured his prostate. he promptly came not being able to take the amount of rounds he had gone through and such intense love toward his body.

he looked up at you as you took your hand off his neck. “you treat me so well,” he panted as he received kisses to the jaw and around his face. his body was tiring out and he looked ready to settle and sleep. “you’re so precious, kei,” you say while helping him clean himself up, “i don’t know what i’d do without you,”

[halstudandruz]

Give In

*Not my gif*

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Requested: Yes

Prompt: Tragedy occurs after a night of passion

Warnings: swearing, talk of mentally abusive relationship, miscarriage/pregnancy loss

“Don’t come crying to me when you need support for that mistake.” Jared scoffed, bringing tears to your eyes at his words.

“I should’ve never come here.” You shook your head, “I should’ve listened to Jay.” You put your hand over your stomach protectively.

“Oh here we go again. Because Jay knows everything, and I’m supposed to believe that’s my kid and not his in there? Spare me.” He laughed in your face.

“How many times do I have to fucking tell you I haven’t slept with him.” You yelled, getting angrier by the second.

“At least I can admit I fucked Sarah.” He shrugged.

“Well, I caught you so it’s not like you had an opportunity to lie.” You reminded him.

“I was doing perfectly fine the last 4 months. I must say though, I’m quite glad I won’t have to sit here and watch you get any fatter.” He smirked, a cocky look on his face. Trying to hurt you with his words.

“You’re such a jackass. I’m done with this.” You turned walking out of your once shared apartment, slamming the door behind you.

Jay had told you not to go there. Told you it would end bad, but you thought he deserved to know. He might’ve been a terrible boyfriend, but you figured he deserved a chance to be a decent father, but as always Jay was right. You and Jared had been together for over a year and your relationship was a rollercoaster. He was charming, but manipulative. He never hurt you physically, but he knew all the right ways to hurt you with his words, to make you feel self conscious, less than, and crazy. Then you found him in bed with your old friend, and that was the end of it. You finally had the courage to leave that you had been searching for. Except a couple months later you made the mistake of spending the night with him. The case you had that week really got to you. You were out drinking with your team when you caught Jay leaving with a nurse from Chicago Med, and jealousy reared its ugly head harder than ever before. Without thinking you ended up in front of your old apartment and the night did not end there. A month later you found out you were pregnant. Karma’s a bitch. Jay was the first person you told.

“You’re joking.” He looked at you shocked as you both stood in the break room.

“Believe me I wish I was.” You looked helplessly at him.

“Okay well what are you going to do?” He eventually asked after the shock wore off some.

“I’m gonna go apartment hunting this week. I swear I’ll be out soon.” You answered.

“What? No that’s not what I meant. I meant about the douchebag of the equation.” He explained.

“I mean I have to tell him.” You answered.

“What? No you don’t. You shouldn’t.” He countered.

“It’s his too Jay.” You tried to reason.

“[Y/N], if you go over there it’s going to end one of two ways. He somehow manipulates you into forgiving him or he hurts you worse than he already has.” He argued.

“So what am I supposed to do? Just lie to my kid when they’re old enough to ask questions?” You said.

“When did this even happen? You’ve been broken up for over a mon-“ He started to ask, but Adam interrupted your conversation peeking his head in.

“Hey, uh, sorry to interrupt,” he looked between you two suspiciously, “but we got a ping on Rudder’s phone.” He informed you guys as you followed him out the door.

You and Jay had been partners for 3 years. He was very standoffish when you first started. You were informed through the grapevine his last partner had left him and moved to New York. So, he had every right to be skeptical, but your relationship eventually progressed and you had a dynamic unlike any other. However, you were also like any other girl that came into contact with the younger Halstead, taken back by his good looks and determined yet soft nature, but he was just your partner. You worked together. You couldn’t get involved, and he was going through a rough break up. It wasn’t fair to try anything. Unfortunately, that didn’t lessen your attraction any further and it only got worse as your relationship developed.

Jay had offered to let you move in with him after you had caught Jared. You planned on finding an apartment right away, but things kept getting in the way and Jay wasn’t trying to push you out the door. Walking into his apartment you laid your keys on the stand hanging up your purse and coat before walking further in to find Jay sitting on the couch watching TV. Turning to face you he sighed immediately getting up to hug you, no words needing to be spoken. The anger finally took over showing itself by the tears that began to soak Jay’s neck. Eventually you gathered yourself moving to sit by him on the couch.

“I should’ve listened to you.” You laughed attempting to wipe the tears off your face. A small smile appeared on Jay’s lips as he shook his head.

“No, you shouldn’t have. You were right. This baby deserves the best life ever, and it wouldn’t have been fair to them if you didn’t give him a choice.” He said, hand tickling your stomach, making it flip at his touch.

“I just wish he made the right one.” You admitted, laughing.

“You deserve better. I’ve been telling you that since day one. I hated seeing how he treated you, how he changed you. You’ve always been too good for him, and you deserve someone who gives you and this little peanut the world.” He replied.

“Why can’t it be you?” You said after a few minutes of silence.

“What?” He looked at you confused, eyebrows scrunched.

“Do you know how this happened?” You gestured to your stomach.

“Of course I know how it happened.” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“No,” you shook your head adjusting yourself, “I mean do you know when this happened?” You reiterated.

“No. I didn’t want to pry.” He admitted.

“It was the night Hazel stayed over.” You explained, and guilt flushed over his face.

“[Y/N], I told you I was sorry about that. This is your apartment now too. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or feel like you couldn’t come home.” He started to apologize, making you laugh.

“No, Jay. I didn’t want to come home because I was jealous.” You said waiting for it to click.

“Jealous of what?” He looked even more confused making you frustrated.

“Oh my god Jay. Of you and her! Of you with her!” You huffed throwing your hands in the air. Taking a deep breath you shook your head, “I just didn’t want to come back and see her here, or god forbid hear her. When all I wanted was to be the one in your room.” You admitted getting nauseous at the thought of them together.

“I don’t know what to say.” He sighed after a few minutes of grappling within his own head.

“Oh god. I’m sorry I should’ve never said anything.” Your embarrassment took over, feeling your face turn red you moved to stand up and hurry out of the room, but he pulled you back down beside him, closer this time.

“No. Don’t be. It’s just...I wish it was as easy as that. Believe me I do..” He said, breath noticeably quickening at the thought.

“It can be.” You replied after a couple seconds of intense silence.

“[Y/N], we work together, we’re partners, you’re having someone else’s baby. There’s a lot of factors.” He explained, but you could tell he was trying to convince himself.

“Do you want this as bad as I do?” You asked gently, resting your hand on his, but he stayed quiet. “Just for one night. Can’t we just give into ourselves for one night?” You bargained your face inching closer with each thought, “if you don’t want this I promise I’ll go to bed now and we can never speak of this again.” You stopped a few inches from his face refusing to make the move. The decision was in his hands now. His eyes searched your face, breathing heavy, and you watched the moment his resolve gave away, throwing caution to the wind and groaning a quiet,

“[Y/N].” Before he closed the distance his lips meeting yours in an urgency you had never felt before.

You were woken up by a sharp pain in your stomach. Turning to roll on your back you collided with warm skin, belonging to someone who grunted pulling you closer with the arm wrapped around your waist. Remembering who it was you felt a small smile appear on your lips, but it was stolen away by another pain radiating from your abdomen. Wincing you gently lifted Jay’s arm attempting to slide out from under it, brain registering the wetness you felt between your legs. Jesus, you liked him and all, but you figured you could control yourself a little instead of waking up completely ready to go again. Shaking your head you slipped off the bed, the liquid between your legs growing, becoming a little too prominent with the accompanied pains. “Jay.” you croaked out voice hoarse, terror immediately coming to surface as the red came into view. He didn’t stir. “Jay!” You tried again bracing yourself against the bed as a dizziness started to swirl in your mind. At your insistence he grunted eyes slowly opening.

“[Y/N]?” He asked blinking and attempting to reach for where you lay minutes prior.

“Jay, somethings wrong.” You began to cry, panic obvious in your voice by the quivering, but trying not to scare him. You watched as his awareness finally clicked seconds later, sitting straight up in bed looking from the blood stained sheet to you. Another cramp hitting, this time making you fall to your knees just as Jay reached you, pulling you back up in his arms. Somehow throwing a shirt on in the process.

“Alright come on I got you. It’s alright baby. You’re okay.” He hurriedly helped you put shorts on as you had only been sporting his shirt from the night before. Cradling you in his arms, running down to his truck, and burning tire towards the hospital, lights and sirens echoing in the background while he weaved through traffic, pulling up to the doors of Chicago Med not too long after. Your head was shoved in his chest breathing through the pain. You felt lightheaded barely aware of all that was happening as you heard Jay yelling for a nurse before sitting you down in a wheelchair.

“I’m assuming you’re the father? Otherwise we can’t permit you-“ The nurse began to ask, even more panic taking over at the thought of being alone before you heard Jay answer with a simple,

“Yes.” After a few tests were done your suspicions were confirmed. You had lost the baby, and you didn’t know how to feel. Jay climbed into bed beside you pulling you into his chest letting the sobs soak his shirt while he rubbed you back, “I’m so sorry. I’m right here though, okay? I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying right here. It’s all going to be okay.” He promised kissing your head, and if it wasn’t for the man holding you, you weren’t sure if you ever would’ve believed that.

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Teenagers Part 7

Harry Potter Marauders Era 

Link to Part 6 

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader 

Rating: M 

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The next morning, Sirius sat in a tea shop that was off of the beaten path of most people. He stirred the cup of steaming liquid in front of him as he anxiously tapped his foot. When the bell about the door jingled, Sirius looked up as Regulus stepped in. His brother was clearly looking over his shoulder for any of their family members. Agreeing to meet up like this was dangerous...for both brothers.

Sirius internally rolled his eyes. He wished that things didn’t have to be this way. If Sirius wanted to talk to his brother then he should be able to. He was in astonishment that Regulus even agreed to meet him in the first place. The relationship between Sirius and Regulus had been “tense” since Sirius packed his crap and ran to the Potters. Regulus would rarely speak to Sirius at school as it was. Sirius had a feeling that the only reason Regulus agreed to meet him today was the younger brother knew that this conversation had something to do with you.

Regulus sat down across from Sirius silently. Neither spoke as the witch that owned the place came over to take Regulus’ order. Sirius sat quietly as Regulus took off his jacket and placed his hands on the table. Regulus’ attention had fallen on a group of older women who were eyeing both Regulus and Sirius hopefully.

In your dreams…

Regulus thought with an eye roll. He was used to the staring. Any time that he or Sirius went somewhere some member of the opposite sex was drooling over them.

“You’re getting a lot of looks from women now.”

Sirius commented. He couldn’t help but be proud of his little brother. The young man was finally coming into his “good looks” and getting the attention that Sirius had been getting for years. Sirius wouldn’t have been the least bit surprised if one of the older women in the corner wanted nothing more than to “take care” of his younger brother. With those intense eyes, perfectly sculpted face, and a headful of curls Regulus probably captured many women’s hearts...but none of them would matter. Sirius knew this. Regulus’ eyes were only on one person. If one of these women tried to flirt with him, Sirius had a feeling that Regulus would tell them to bugger off. Teasing them was one thing but intentionally flirting with them when Regulus knew that he had you in his life was another.

Regulus rolled his eyes again.

“They don’t matter to me. Y/n is the only one that I care about.”

Sirius smirked.

“Blow one of them a kiss. They will probably fall out of their chairs.”

Regulus shook his head.

“I’m not here to watch you nor flirt with tea shop tramps. Why did you want to see me?”

Sirius nodded, finally accepting that he wasn’t going to get a smile out of his younger brother. It was probably best to get down to business.

“I need to talk to you about Y/n.”

“Yes. If you are going to tell me that I need to break up with her then you are wasting your time. Furthermore, you can tell James Potter to grow a pair and get over it. He needs to be a better older brother to Y/n. The way that he does her is disgusting. He is honestly lucky that I haven’t tried to kick his ass. If he keeps on hurting her, I may not be so kind. I know how she feels and I will not let her go through the same heartache that I have had to.”

Sirius winced. The little dig at him hit home, just as Regulus wanted it to. Regulus didn’t have to say that Sirius was a crap older brother for Sirius to get his brother’s point. Sirius swallowed back his own want to tell Regulus to shut the fuck up.

I have tried. You ignore me! Anytime that I try to patch things up, you run away to your Slytherin friends. That you. Not me!

The comment was so close to coming out of Sirius’ mouth but he wasn’t here today about himself. This was about you.

“I’ll talk to James. He’s just scared. Y/n is his only sister. She’s a special girl not just to James and I but her whole family.”

Regulus frowned.

“You don’t think that I don’t value her?”

Sirius shook his head.

“I didn’t say that. Reg, I know that you value her. Personally, I know you very well. You don’t do anything unless you have it planned out on a pad of paper. I don’t think that you would be wearing a woman’s locket if she didn’t mean something to you. What I’m telling you is you have to keep her safe from the cult.”

“The cult?”

Regulus questioned, earning a scowl from his older brother.

“Our family, idiot! Like it or not, Regulus, our family is a cult and you’re drinking the kool-aid.”

Regulus raised an eyebrow.

“I guess that you would know. Furthermore, what is Kool-Aid and what does that have to do with anything?”

Sirius put a hand over his face.

“Bad analogy. Look, just keep her safe.”

Regulus crossed his arms over his chest feeling a bit insulted. Did Sirius really think that he would let anything happen to you? Regulus wasn’t going to be leaving your side throughout the whole party and if he did, he would make sure Narcissa or his mother was beside you. If worse came to worse, he would have Kreacher keep an eye on you.

“I won’t let anything happen to her. Merlin, Sirius, you act as if I am going to let them cook and eat her.”

Sirius’ normally happy expression that he wore all of the time was dark and grim. Had Regulus not been insulted he may be a bit more sympathetic to his brother’s position. Sirius, was after all, only trying to protect you and that was commendable enough.

“Keep her safe from yourself too.”

Sirius added. Regulus raised an eyebrow.

“Excuse me?”

Sirius sighed.

“Regulus, you're my brother and I love you but we both know how you can be when our family is involved. You fall right into line with the rest of them.”

Regulus stood up with a cold glare.

“You don’t know anything about me.”

Regulus didn’t give Sirius a chance to reply before grabbing his jacket and storming out of the shop. Sirius groaned. His master plan of trying to fix things totally went down in a puff of smoke.

Standing, he decided that it was best to just get back to the Potter’s family home and spend the rest of the day with his best friend.

“Excuse me?”

Sirius looked up when one of the older women that had been eyeing both Sirius and Regulus spoke.

“Yes?”

The woman blushed.

“We just wanted to say that your brother and yourself are adorable.”

Sirius normally would have played right along. Today he was in no mood and wanted nothing more than to whine to James.

“Trust me, you don’t want any of this crazy.”

Sirius replied before walking out in the opposite direction that Regulus had gone in.

(a few hours later)

You sat in front of your mother’s vanity mirror as she fixed your hair and Lily did your makeup. The morning had been spent finding a dress for the party and now here you were being their own personal doll.

“You picked out a beautiful dress, Y/n.”

Lily said with a pleased smile. Your mother nodded, in agreement.

“It was the first one that she tried on. I think the black lace is lovely.”

You were pleased with the gown that you had chosen even if James made the snide comment of…

“If she marries him that’s all that she will be wearing.”

To your shock, Sirius was the one that stood up for you there. He gave James a displeased expression and asked James to stop. Of course, James immediately shut up since it was Sirius that asked.

You couldn’t help but frown thinking about your brother and how awful that your relationship had become since you began dating Regulus. Could James not be happy for you? You had your first boyfriend that you were actually in love with. Regulus was good to you in return...could that not be enough?

Apparently not.

Lily speaking, pulled you from your thoughts.

“I think Regulus is here to get you, Y/n.”

Walking downstairs, you saw the sight that you expected to see. James sat on the couch ignoring Regulus like a toddler would someone that they were mad at. Sirius sat in between James and Regulus, probably to stop the two from beating the crap out of each other. You made a mental note to thank Sirius later.

Sirius was at least starting to change his views on you dating his younger brother. He had apologized earlier that morning for being a git about the whole thing and if you were happy then he was happy for you. There was also the promise to beat the crap out of Regulus if he did something to hurt you followed by a huge “Sirius Black” smile. Of course, you couldn’t be angry with him after that.

You didn’t expect Sirius to give you a ton of excuses on why he was so angry in the first place...you knew. Sirius was worried about your safety. That went without saying but that didn’t mean that he had to treat you so crappy over the past few months. His genuine apology early that day smoothed that particular hurt over.

Regulus stood up the moment that you walked in. He looked perfect as always. You made a mental note to thank Walburga for driving him crazy over the suit that he was wearing. It made everything about him look ten times better.

“You look beautiful.”

He said before gently kissing your forehead. As much as Regulus wanted to pull you into some long sultry kiss, he decided to wait. It would be funny as hell to watch the expression on James’ face but Regulus didn’t want to get on Fleamont or Euphemia’s bad side. Snogging their daughter right in front of them was probably a bad place to start any kind of potential feelings.

“Thanks. I see why your mother was driving you crazy over the suit. It looks great.”

Regulus smirked.

“You don’t live with her. We should be going.”

Sirius quickly looked up from his place on the couch.

“Watch out for the elf, he bites.”

Regulus turned to his brother with an annoyed expression as he wrapped his hand through yours.

“He bites you because you get on his nerves.”

Sirius looked thoughtful for a moment. Regulus was probably right on that one. He definitely didn’t do many nice things for Kreacher when he lived at home. Sirius loved to annoy the elf and he was good at it. Regulus, however, treated him like some kind of cutsie pet. It was no wonder that Kreacher always preferred Regulus over Sirius.

“Good point. If mum tries to give you Kool-aid, don’t drink it.”

It took all that that Sirius had to not cackle at the expression on your face and the annoyed expression on his brother’s face.

“What are you talking about?”

You asked Sirius. Regulus wrapped his arm around your waist.

“Don’t even ask. He said that same thing to me earlier. I think it's just him talking. We both know how my brother is.”

As you turned to follow Regulus to the door, James jumped up. He had spent the evening feeling guilty over how he had been doing you. James tried to justify it by saying “I want to keep her safe” but even that was failing him. He had been a cold-ass to you and you honestly didn't deserve it for falling in love. You didn’t get upset when he started dating Lily. In fact, you were supportive. Maybe James needed to back off and let you live your own life?

I’ll always be there to pick up the pieces no matter who the lover is…

James meant it too. He didn’t care if the lover was Regulus Black or some other guy...James was your brother and he would take care of you until he was dead.

“Y/n, wait!”

James called as he slid into the foyer. You were halfway out the door as you turned to face your older brother.

“Yes?”

You replied, surprised to see James standing there looking at you with apologetic eyes.

“Be careful.”

James’ comment was simple but the expression on his face oozed sincerity. You smiled.

“I will.”

When you turned your back, you didn’t see the cold expression that James shot at Regulus. His face clearly said,

“If she gets hurt, I am coming after you!”

Regulus fought the urge to chuckle. He turned without an expression in James' direction and followed you outside.

Arriving at 12 Grimmauld Place, Regulus stopped you before he moved to open the door. He looked down at you with those sultry eyes that made your heart pound.

“I haven’t seen you in some time, you know. I’ve missed you.”

You stood on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips. Regulus wrapped his arms around your waist to preserve the contact. He didn’t care if there was the very real possibility that one of his bloody relatives could open the door and witness the two of you about to snog. They could stand and watch for all Regulus cared. Regulus had spent the good bit of the past week wanting nothing more than to have your body against his.

“I bet I have missed you more. I’ve been trapped in this house with my parents wanting nothing more than to be with you. You mentioned that your mum put you on muggle birth control?”

You nodded as Regulus titled your head to the side and nuzzled his face against your skin.

“She did. I guess she figured that we were doing things.”

“Well, she isn’t wrong.”

Regulus commented.

“Do you think that we will be able to disappear for a bit?”

You asked. Regulus nodded.

“Easily. My mum will be busy being a show-off. She wouldn’t notice if we disappeared. How about a little preview of what we will be doing later?”

You didn’t have time to respond as Regulus pulled you into a deep hungry kiss. Neither of you was paying the least bit of attention to anything going on around you nor did you notice Bellatrix and Narcissa in the window watching with surprised expressions on their faces.

Both women had been made aware of their cousin finally finding a halfway decent pureblood girl (even if she really wasn’t up to “family” standards) but seeing him snogging on the front steps was a huge shock.

Bellatrix turned to her sister with a grin.

“This will be fun.”

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Dulcimaeus Prime Coda

I don't know if I'll ever get this thing done enough to publish but here's my wip because I'm tired of looking at it

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Prowl watched from the other side of the office as Jazz picked up Orion Pax and swung him around, both of them laughing delighted and relieved, wobbling and shouting when Jazz lost his balance. The jubilation was well deserved by any measure. They’d been working on the labor reform bill since before the Transition of Primacy was even announced, up late nights in Jazz’s secure palace housing, blinking blearily when Prowl came knocking at first light. The congratulatory email blinking on Orion’s discarded datapad might be considered the first great victory of the Dulcimaeus Prime reign.

They looked happy, together.

There was all sorts of work to be done, endless torrents of it--Prowl’s job now was basically anything Jazz needed it to be, but in particular he had a meeting with Law Enforcement Budget and Revenue tomorrow, to talk about the reallocation of resources to newly created departments, and he was expecting them to dig their heels in hard until the audacity of Prowl’s proposal finally wore them down. He could be preparing for that. He wasn’t.

He was watching Jazz and Orion as they spun. He was thinking of the rooftop where he and Jazz had once danced, above the star-pricked city, and how uncertain he had felt. How ungraceful, how ignorant.

Orion and Jazz moved together like a paired set, even wobbling together, in sync.

Prowl told himself that it was good and proper and should be so. Orion had known Jazz much longer than Prowl. Even Megatron had known him longer, even though Megatron didn’t seem at all thawed by it. Prowl was a newcomer, a transfer, and it was right and natural that Jazz should spend his affection with Orion Pax, rather than Prowl.

He spent the brief formative period of his friendship with Jazz in whirlwind isolation, just the two of them. He’d been on the inside of each plan and scheme, although he’d put himself there by force, he’d been in on everything and it was just the two of them and now Orion was here too and Orion had known Jazz for much longer and they used to live together and Prowl didn’t know why that made him want to drag Jazz off and hide him in a closet somewhere--

Prowl abruptly put down his notepad and stepped out into the hall, where it was cooler and quieter and the sounds of laughter didn’t make his body ache so.

He’d had hopes… when they first started this mad venture, they were all so busy all the time, Prowl hadn’t thought it strange that Jazz never approached him. But then the weeks had worn on, and the load didn’t lighten but they did learn how to shoulder it better, and then Prowl began to wonder… when would Jazz finally come to him and ask him for intimacies?

Prowl had tried looking appealing in every way he knew how. Careful self maintenance, unprofessional flatteries--he’d even, to his own shame, tried that trick of stroking and exposing his own array covers, when he thought Jazz might be watching. All that had gotten him was a sympathetic question about aches.

Prowl let his head fall back against the wall of the corridor. He felt very stupid, and very unwanted. For the first time he had a superior officer he wanted to service, and that superior seemed to have no interest in him at all.

Jealousy is bad for the team, the stern little voice in Prowl’s processor reminded him. Guilt panged at the inside of his spark. His Prime was forming a team, and it was Prowl’s job to support that cohesion in whatever way he could. Jealousy was not supportive. His coding must be broken--he’d never felt this way before, not with any of his previous assignments, not with any of his previous teammates or officers.

Becoming exclusive with a mech from outside the force was regarded with extreme suspicion, and it wasn’t much better to ask from exclusivity from someone within it--one was not supposed to split one’s loyalties. Enforcers were meant to be part of a cohesive team.

He’d often wished that Barricade would pay more attention to anyone else around the precinct. He felt--they all felt--that there was something inappropriate about a superior showing so much attention to one single subordinate. It was lacking in propriety, or good judgement of team dynamics. Prowl had especially not enjoyed the unspoken, implicit blame he received from his peers, for causing such disorder.

Why should he now ache to be pulled aside and treated again thusly?

The door clicked open, and Orion Pax poked his head out. “Hey,” he said, “we’re all getting drinks to celebrate. Wrap up your things and let’s go in five.”

Prowl stiffened. The idea of going out for drinks with his team was an achingly appealing one--something he’d been unable to do comfortably at his last posting, due in part to Barricade’s sour influence and also partly to Prowl’s dismal personality. He wanted this. He wanted…

One drive and a sit-down later, and Prowl found himself at the end of a table between his superior on one side and Orion Pax on the other.

The restaurant was famously the first choice of Primes for several regencies, due to its defensible private rooms, nearness to the Capitol complex, and high quality engexes. In fact, although it had a name, most mechs in the neighborhood simply called it the Prime’s bar.

And currently the cosiest back room was occupied by only Orion Pax, Prowl, and the recently coronated Dulcimaeus Prime.

“Well!” Jazz laughed, and lifted up the tiny cup of potent lavender engex. “I can’t fraggin believe it, but we done did it! A quartex of processor aches fully worth it to see Senator Proteus suck my secondary port, if you’ll pardon the Quintesson.”

Prowl gave a little shiver at the unexpected filth. The liquid in his cup rippled.

“To my mech Orion Pax,” Jazz toasted, “who believed so hard in this crazy scheme that I started to believe in it myself.”

Prowl drank as he was supposed to, although the drought went down bitter.

“Yes,” he muttered, as he set his cup back down on the table and reached for the narrow pitcher to refill it. “Orion Pax. Truly the first among equals.”

Orion gave him an uncomfortable sidelong look.

“Would that we all had the grace and wisdom of Orion Pax,” Prowl went on muttering. There was something black twisted up in his throat that no amount of engex could seem to burn out.

[aforrestofstuff]

Been a hot minute since I did one of these. A good friend of mine gave me a suggestion on my discord:

So yeah this required a lot of research because I only eat like 3 things lol. Obligatory crack warning.

Tornado of Terror: Ice cream because A: it’s good practice for her esper powers to control a semi-liquidous substance and B: her constant rage has actually raised her default body temperature an additional ten degrees, so eating ice cream is a good way to cool off. 

Silverfang: Oatmeal raisin cookies because he’s an old fuck. He likes chewy things because his teeth are held together by sheer force of will but also indulges in that extra crunch of the oatmeal to remind everyone in the old folk’s home just who the fuck they’re messing with. 

Atomic Samurai: Any dessert-flavored cocktail that is made up of around 90% alcohol and 5% violence. 

Child Emperor: Kid eats sweets for breakfast lunch and dinner, dessert to him would probably be a head of broccoli drizzled with a light yet flavorful dressing. Either that or milkshakes, because I get the feeling he doesn’t get to enjoy them too often... and of course they remind him of the good times with Zombieman. 

Metal Knight: Only eats pre-packaged nutrient bricks and has not tasted anything sweet nor enjoyed a food morsel in at least 17 years. 

King: I headcanon King as a huge momma’s boy who doesn’t get to eat a lot of homemade food because he fucking sucks at cooking and makes enough money to eat out all the time anyway, so his favorite dessert would probably be every and any home-cooked treat his mom makes for him. 

Zombieman: I’ll be honest, I thought this dude hated sweet things but after reading that manga extra of him drinking sugar with a side of coffee, my opinion has switched. His favorite dessert would probably be something extremely decadent and sweet, like one of those 1000-calorie Dairy Queen sundae-shakes jam packed with chocolate and cookie crumbs. Or an entire fucking lava cake because this dude’s metabolism is faster than the speed of light and he’d probably stomach something like that just to see if he can, since apparently he’s all about breaking his own limiters. A friend of mine once ate three-dozen pot brownies in one sitting while speedrunning Mario 64 and I think Zombieman would be able to do that without the aid of the munchies. I know Zman internally insulted Pig God one time for well, eating like a pig but give the dude some alone time and an all you can eat buffet of sweets and he’d find himself in the same situation. 

Drive Knight: Does not have a favorite food in general due to this motherfucker not installing tastebuds on account of them not being necessary to commit all degrees of murder. 

Pig God: Oh my god. More like what isn’t this dude’s favorite dessert? Pig God has lost the ability to dislike anything he puts in his mouth because eating has pretty much become his main source of income, so it’s safe to say that if he can swallow it, it’s his favorite food. That includes desserts, but I’d be lying if I said he wasn’t partial to pudding. Just pudding. Bread pudding, chocolate pudding, strawberry pudding. Pudding. 

Superalloy Darkshine: I’ve said this before but my boy Darkshine only eats the most obnoxiously healthy foods out there, sometimes over health-ifying those foods himself in his kitchen/protein meth lab. His favorite dessert would probably be one of those ancient bread seed logs and only because he’s allowed to put .2 ounces of stevia in it.  Either that or literally just any fruit ever.

Watchdog Man: Those pumpkin-flavored dog treats because my man gets paid 2 cents an hour at the Hero Association and the poor mf in charge of payroll has forgotten he exists so he’s grown accustomed to eating only the dog-related foods people leave to him as offerings on his weird pedestal thing in City Q. 

Flashy Flash: Doesn’t really have an affinity for sweet things on account of how fucking awful life in the Ninja Village was. He never got the opportunity to develop a sweet tooth because of all the basic ass food he’d be eating. Almost all desserts listed here would give him a heart attack, like making a Victorian era child drink McDonald’s sprite. It will not sit right with his spirit. His favorite dessert would he any vaguely sweet fruit with wine, or a coffee that is 90% creamer.

Genos: Something in my spirit is telling me he’d enjoy anything strawberry-related, although Saitama doesn’t like them. This leads to them falling out while a shortcake bakes in the background. Im kidding, obviously. But seeing as how ONE has a very “go stupid aaaaaaaa” attitude towards writing, it would be a very tame end to their relationship (assuming there’s gonna be an end) compared to all the other shitdick stuff happening in this series. Zombieman’s ass has been out for like 8 chapters, you can’t tell me shit.

Metal Bat: Kiddo snorts protein powder for breakfast, probably. He’s ripped as hell and his diet reflects that sorta, with a hint of seventeen year-old craziness thrown in there. Bitch eats like a violent stoner sometimes because he knows his metabolism can handle it and he won’t die from food poisoning nor food coma. However, his favorite dessert would be creme brûlée because it’s the only food you’re required to beat the shit out of before eating, and we all know he loves bonking stuff.

Tanktop Master: Over health-ifys shit like Darkshine, just to a lesser degree. However I also HC him as a huge momma’s boy, and if said mother is supportive in his endeavors to become the world’s swolest man, she’d definitely make him something both sweet and healthy. However, I’d doubt he care about slipping up on his diet every once and a while. He’d probably enjoy a soft serve here and there.

Puri-Puri Prisoner: his palate is very limited on account of being in literal prison. However, he doesn’t really hate it there for some reason, and I’ve even stated in a previous hc that he sometimes gets specialized meals in the cafeteria due to his status as a hero. His favorite dessert would probably be whatever chocolate-flavored sweet brick they can shit out. Like, motherfuckers get really creative with their ingredients while locked up and there’s a bomb ass recipe for chocolate cake floating around that I’ve tried and can confirm it’s 10/10 not bad. I’m getting off-topic. His favorite dessert is whatever asshole he’ll be eating out of that night.

Saitama: Even though he’s poorer than.... fuck, I don’t know. He’s broke but he still indulges in the prestige shit here and there. He’s got a massive sweet tooth even though he’s ripped as hell, hence why he eats so much fruit because it’s the only sweet thing he can afford to ingest without losing his gains. His favorite dessert would be anything banana-related, but nothing as decadent as say, dark chocolate. Probably banana foster waffles. I don’t know why that popped into my head, I just know Saitama would like them.

Garou: motherfucker could shit on a rock with sprinkles on it and call it dessert. His favorite, though? Sweet, sweet victory. And candy bars.

[hopelessromanticvirgo]

Sincerely, Always Yours

Chapter 22

Chapter 21

The first thing Robbe saw when he walked into the room after running up to the third floor after Jens told him where they were, was his two friends, sitting down next to each other, and Robbe launched to them.

“Where is he?” He asked when both of them looked up to his breathless, red and panicked face which was the result of him rushing here.

“In the room.” Moyo was the first one to answer him, guiding his attention to the door a few meters away from where he was standing.

And as if Sander heard that he just got here, he ironically walked out of the room immediately.

Robbe didn’t spend any time with his friends, quickly looked at Jens’s guilty face, his friend already exhausted from Robbe yelling at him for minutes nonstop after he told him what happened, and said: “I’m gonna talk to you privately later” sternly, as if all those screaming from other side of the phone before wasn’t enough and walked over to Sander who already noticed he was there and was coming towards him as well.

Moyo looked quite amused by all this and chuckled after Jens sighed deeply and rolled his eyes, both of them knew how worried their friend must have gotten when he heard the news.

Aaron was nowhere to be seen because he left before anything happened, to get some snacks and didn’t manage to come back before they had to come here.

After a second Robbe was by Sander’s side, not even caring about how crowded the whole hallway was, holding his fingers which were visible from the long white bandage he already had on his arm and was looking at it to examine the damage.

“I said you didn’t have to come here. Everything is fine.” Sander said softly, looking at Robbe’s concentrated face which was only staring at his right hand.

“If you though I wouldn’t come, you’re mad.” He said, and dared to look up to his eyes and that’s when Sander saw how he looked, his face white as a ghost, but his cheeks red from running, hands shaking.

“Is it broken?” Robbe said and Sander shook his head.

“No. Just a cut.” Robbe didn’t know what happened exactly and he’d ask all about it later but right now, hearing the bone was okay made him feel so relieved even if he still had no idea why Sander had such a long bandage on his arm if his arm wasn’t broken but questions would come later.

“Okay. Everything is fine then? Did they tell you to go home? Do you know what to do? What medication to take or something like that? How to take care of it? I can ask them so I can know what to do too. Are you free to go? Does it hurt? Did they give you pain killers?” He was talking so fast that half of the things that came out of his mouth weren’t hearable, which made Sander smile.

Robbe was still softly holding his fingers on his right arm and Sander used his another hand to put it on Robbe’s shoulder which made the younger boy look up at his face.

“Calm down. No, it doesn’t hurt right now and yes, I’m free to go home and I know everything. I also have the doctor’s number so don’t worry. We can go now.”

Hearing how calm Sander sounded made Robbe relax.

He was urging to throw himself on his body but was afraid that he was going to hurt him so he stopped himself.

“Okay. Okay.” He breathed out. “Are your parents at home? Did you tell them?”

Before Sander even had time to reply, Robbe took his other hand, entwined their fingers together, said “okay, let’s go home then” and started to drag the boy after him.

As soon as they reached his friends, Robbe shot another dirty look at Jens and made him look down.

Sander was trying to hide his amusement behind him.

“We’re gonna go now. And I will make sure speak to you more about this.” He said again possessive aggressively and started walking away.

He heard how Sander said a quick goodbye to them and added “a puppy got angry” teasingly about Robbe and also heard his friend laugh at it, which made Robbe realize that obviously there were absolutely no hard feelings between them and Robbe was only overreacting and everybody was laughing at his reaction but he couldn’t help himself.

When he heard that Jens said they were at the hospital Robbe literally went crazy, no matter how many times his friends told him that everything was okay, he couldn’t believe it until he saw it.

Robbe called his mom, told him that Sander got hurt and he would be late, and she made him promise to call her back and tell her everything.

They quickly got down the stairs silently, with Robbe acting like an overprotective mother and dragging Sander with him, holding his hand.

After they got to the entrance, Robbe led him to the taxi which was waiting for them since he made the man promise to stay incase they’d need to go home soon and that’s exactly what happened.

Robbe opened the door for him and then walked over to another side of the car to got into backseat, so Sander wouldn’t have to move his body to clear some space for him and sit next to him, hold his left hand, told the driver Sander’s address, and then he finally breathed out and really looked at the boy beside him.

Sander looked fine, looked handsome like always, he didn’t look worried or panicked or anything, only thing he could see on his face was a pure amusement and all Robbe wanted to do was to yell at him from secretly laughing at his feelings and panic.

“Can you tell me what happened now?”

Sander stayed quiet for a second, only staring at Robbe, who was sitting way too close to him, their legs touching, still holding his left hand, which completely threw Sander off his guard, staring at Robbe’s hand which was holding his own like his life depended on it.

“I’m gonna kill Jens.” Robbe mumbled after Sander was quiet for a while, which made the blond chuckle.

“It wasn’t his fault. Leave the poor boy alone.” If Sander was honest, he really loved the idea of Robbe scolding Jens about getting Sander hurt but after spending almost the whole day with Jens alone, he realized how much he actually liked the boy, he was quite fun to be around and they both had different stories to share about Robbe together which was nice. And Sander was certain that if his crush didn’t admit having some feelings for that kid, they’d actually be good friends.

And he also heard Robbe yelling at Jens while the boy was keeping the phone away from his ear because of how loud Robbe was being and it made Sander feel so soft inside. But he was too kind to let Robbe blame Jens for something he wasn’t in the blame for.

“What happened?” Robbe tried again and this time he got his answer.

Apparently, like Robbe already knew Sander was trying to learn a new trick and he fell a few times and onetime he fell hard and far away, where he didn’t know somebody’s thrown broken bottle was and Sander fell right on the glass and it cut though his skin at first but then with the pressure of his body falling on the ground, the glass moved so in the end, it cut though him and heavily scratched at least 15-20 cm length. Fortunately, the bone didn’t broke or crack but the cut was so deep that it almost reach his bone and almost cut down the muscle.

“They told me that it will take a while to heal, I need to change the bandage every day, wrote down what sanitation liquids I should use and how to properly treat it. And I will have to get it checked weekly just to make sure that’s it’s healing right way.”

“That must have hurt so much, oh god.”

Robbe was listening closely to each of his words, trying not to freak out and remember that Sander was sitting next to him right now, safe and sound.

“I want to lie and say it didn’t but -“ he said and looked over at Robbe and smiled cheekily.

“Fuck.” Robbe whispered and tighten his grip on Sander’s fingers which he was still holding into, not really knowing what to say, only feeling the relief in his body that his boy wasn’t hurting anymore.

Feeling guilty that he wasn’t there.

Feeing mad that he let Jens teach him tricks, knowing Sander wasn’t good at it.

But most importantly he was just somewhat relaxed since he knew he wouldn’t let Sander get away from his sight after this.

The driver looked over at them from the front little mirror and there was no way he’d even think that they were only friends from the way Robbe was glued to Sander’s side, not letting go of his hand, and smiled to himself.

When he dropped them off at the address the boy gave him, the man saw how the brunet was still holding the other boy, like he was afraid to let go of him and how careful he was walking by his side, scared to touch his other bandaged hand, it made the driver laugh and shake his head while driving away.

* * *

“Robbe?”

“Yeah?”

“I need help.”

They got back to Sander’s house, called his parents to tell them about what happened but both of them were busy so they left a message, explained the situation calmly and trying to only say that everything was okay now so they wouldn’t freak out as soon as they’d hear it.

Now Robbe suggested making some dinner but Sander said they could just order it so that’s exactly what they did, now waiting for the food to get here. Robbe also asked if he should make some tea or something which Sander this time accepted, so when Sander went into his room to change his clothes, Robbe stayed in the kitchen to boil water.

But after he heard Sander calling out for him, he was immediately by the door and went inside.

Sander was standing in the middle of the room, with his jeans changed into a grey comfortable sweatpants, some sweater on the bed.

“I can’t take it off.” He said out of breath. He tried to get out of his shirt of a few times already but didn’t have any luck in it, before he admitted defeat.

“Alright.” Robbe said and walked over to him, already blushing from the idea of helping him change.

Now that the whole ‘I needed to make sure you were okay and I acted out of protectiveness’ was over, Robbe didn’t have any casual reason to get this close to his body but Sander asked him to help.

The way he looked already told Robbe that he tried to get it off by himself but physically couldn’t, unless he wouldn’t ask for his help.

Sander also looked a bit embarrassed, and not only from ‘I made a fool of myself when I fell’ which Robbe made sure to shut him up and after that Sander didn’t dare to say anything about it. “Don’t say anything about the embarrassment, you’re okay, that’s what matters the most.” Like Robbe told him numerous of times.

Robbe coughed awkwardly and put his hands on the end of Sander’s shirt and slowly pulled it over his head, repeating ‘don’t look down’ all over and over again in his mind.

And then quickly took the sweater from the bed and with Sander’s help made it get down on his head.

And that time he really had to look right into his eyes, standing on his tiptoes. And then Robbe helped Sander in getting his arms though slowly so he wouldn’t put too much pressure on the wound.

After everything was done, Robbe stayed there, not moving, staring into his eyes, their face so close to each other, with Sander also looking at him.

The boy had no idea what Sander was thinking about and honestly, he really didn’t want to guess.

Robbe took his fingers and caressed Sander’s face with it, slowly turning it around to check his skin for any scratches, only seeing one little cut next to his right eyebrow which would definitely leave a scar.

Robbe examined his face closely, feeling relived to see that there were no other cuts and sighed, then he looked up and yet again got lost in his beautiful green eyes.

It’s crazy how this world works since if he had taken a little step forward he’d be touching Sander’s face with his own for different reason right now, not only to check if he was hurt or not.

A few seconds passed with them just standing in front of each other until Sander’s phone started calling.

It was his mom who just saw the message they sent her and now was calling to hear about what happened.

“I will finish making tea. Need anything else?” Robbe asked, completely blushing and freaking out after he realized how obvious he was acting and how he absolutely froze under Sander’s gaze and effect.

Sander only shook his head, also being slightly flustered, looking for his phone.

Robbe nodded and quickly left the room, trying not to run and get away as fast as possible.

There was probably a universe out there where Robbe was confident enough to get much closer to him when he had the chance and maybe even do something more than just silently admiring him but unfortunately they weren’t living in that universe.

Robbe came back to the kitchen and poured tea for both of them.

He saw that Jens has sent him a few messages, asking how they got home. He sarcastically replied with: “of course we got home safely. I didn’t make him bleed on the way here like some people do.”

No matter how many times Sander said that Jens didn’t have any blame into what happened, he still couldn’t shake how he felt, he needed somebody to blame, even if he knew that it wasn’t Jens’s fault, he didn’t know who left that bottle there so the only person to blame, who was constantly trying to get Sander to stake with him for years now, was Jens.

Robbe’d get over it soon, but now he was still upset.

He could hear Sander talking to his mom and trying to calm her down, telling her how everything was alright now.

“No, mom, I’m not alone. Robbe’s here. Yeah, he’s here with me. No he’s not going anywhere. Yes yes. Okay.”

Robbe smiled.

He really wasn’t planning to go anywhere.

He also sent a quick text to his mom, telling her that they were okay and he was at Sander’s place.

After a while their order got delivered too, and Robbe set the table in the living room, on the coffee table with two plates, pizza box, some fries and two cups of tea he just made, and sat down on the couch.

Sander came out of his room soon after, sitting down right next to Robbe, both of them not saying anything, until Robbe turned his head to look at him and whispered: “I was so worried, San.”

Sander laughed and raised his eyebrow. “You’re cute.” He said.

“I’m serious.” Robbe looked at him, his heart getting warmer from the compliment.

“And what makes you think that I’m not.”

Robbe didn’t know how to reply to that.

* * *

After sitting in a comfortable silence, they decided to watch something, so there they were, Robbe sitting on the couch, Sander having his head laid on his thighs, Robbe’s fingering urging to touch his blond, already grown out roots, but he tries to control himself.

Neither of them was paying attention to the movie playing in the background, both of them stuck in their own thoughts.

The boys would never imagine how close their mind were thinking right now, like they were trying to communicate by themselves to each other, but unfortunately, brains don’t have that much power.

Sometimes fear wins.

This time wasn’t an exception.

* * *

There was knocking on the door that made Robbe open his eyes.

He looked down to see that Sander fell asleep on him so he carefully hold his head and slid out to go and open the door.

It was already dark out, Robbe saw from the window he walked passed by to get to the door.

“Oh my god, Robbe. I got here as fast as I could. I don’t know if Sander told you but I was in the meeting and I physically couldn’t leave.” Sander’s mom walked in, with the worried look on her face.

“Oh no, it’s completely fine. Everything is okay. It’s just a cut.” Robbe knew it wasn’t just a cut but he didn’t need to make her more worried than she already was.

She walked in the house and went to the living room to see her son who was still sleeping on the couch and she took a big relived sigh.

“Thank you so much for being here, darling. I was calm knowing you were with him.”

Robbe smiled. He’s always had an amazing relationship with Sander’s mom.

“No worries. I’m more than happy to be here.”

As he was saying that, her phone started calling, she looked down and said it was her husband who was on a business trip, away for a few days and left Robbe alone in the room to talk to him.

The boy checked the clock and saw that it was time for him to go home, specially with now knowing Sander wouldn’t be alone.

He got closed to him and bit his lips, trying to hold back a smile, looking how he was sleeping peacefully.

Decided to lay him down on his own bed so he could get some well needed rest, Robbe picked him up into his arms and carried him bridal style, which made Sander automatically put his arms around him to hold.

Robbe took him to his room and laid him down on the other side of the bed, since he knew he couldn’t put any pressure on his bandaged hand.

Stayed there for a while, just watching his face softly, then he kneeled by his side and gently kissed his forehead.

Robbe was about to get up and leave when he felt a hand holding his own, stoping him and looked down at Sander’s half open eyes.

“Where are you going?” He asked with his just woken up voice, making Robbe’s whole body tingle.

He kneeled again, getting on his eye level to properly look and talk to him.

“I have to go. My mom’s alone and I don’t want her to sleep alone since she started using that new medication and - “

Robbe saw Sander started nodding his head. “No, you’re right. Don’t leave her alone. Say ‘hi’ from me.” He mumbled sleepily.

“I will.”

Robbe still wasn’t moving, didn’t know what he was waiting for and when he finally got up to leave he heard Sander call out his name again.

“Kiss me again.” And Robbe almost fainted at that, but he gathered all the power he had in him, leaned forward and kissed his forehead again and saw how the boy smiled weakly and completely closed his eyes now.

And when he was by the door, he heard his name again.

“Robbe?”

“Yeah?”

Robbe doesn’t know what Sander wanted to say.

‘Are you still here?’

‘Thank you’

“Goodnight.” Sander said and Robbe had a very strong feeling that Sander wanted to say something else but decided against it.

Robbe nodded, wished him sweet dreams and closed his room’s door.

He also said goodbye to his mom, took Sander’s bike and bicycled to his own home.

Thinking about things he didn’t say, thinking about things he didn’t do. 

Thinking about everything.

And most importantly, thinking about the boy he was completely in love with.

Chapter 23

[moony-meadow]

The Very Hungry Beelzebub (2)

Previous Part / Next Part

With an echoing splash, I fell into the space that could only be Beelzebub’s stomach. Terror took hold of me as the reality of my situation fully settled in. Desperately, I scrambled to my feet. There was liquid up to my knees, and though it was pitch black, the area felt more spacious than the previous stomach I had occupied. I didn’t dwell on those details long though.

I threw myself against the wall of the stomach I was trapped in, pressing my palms into the squishy surface as though I would be able to phase through it. “Nonononono--this can’t be happening, I can’t--” I froze. Had I just spoken? One of my hands jumped to my throat. “Ahhhh,” I tested. When I felt the vibrations beneath my hand, I became sure I hadn’t imagined my own voice.

Evidently, the silencing spell Beel cast on me had been temporary. The effects had lasted just long enough for the demon to get me exactly where he wanted me. “Maybe it’s not too late,” I breathed. It was just at that moment I noticed a burning sensation beginning to prick at the parts of my skin submerged in the liquid that pooled at the bottom of Beel’s stomach.

“Stomach acid. I’m standing in stomach acid,” I reminded myself. And unlike when I’d been in Mammon’s stomach, there was nothing stopping this acid from doing its job and dissolving anything it came in contact with.

I struggled to prevent my own panic from halting all rational thoughts. I needed to keep it together. There was still a chance I could survive this.

Pressing myself up against the wall I guessed to be the outermost, I screamed out Beel’s name as loudly as possible. I didn’t wait for a response before announcing my command. “I order you not to digest me!” My voice was shrill and shaky. The words sounded more like a desperate plea than a command from a master. Were I not currently in a life or death situation, I would have felt self conscious. As it was, I was just glad I had managed to get it all out.

In the next instant, I felt the muscles surrounding Beel’s stomach tense. And then suddenly, the painful burn from the acid retreated as the liquid drained away. A few moments later and I was standing in a completely dry environment, with only the stinging of my skin to show the dangerous liquid had been present in the first place.

Slumping down to the floor, I released a heavy sigh of relief. Ever since arriving in the Devildom, I’d had my fair share of near death experiences. Hell, I’d even been killed once (in an alternate timeline, of course). However, my familiarity with dangerous situations didn’t make them any easier to deal with. I still felt like I’d been figuratively run over by a truck.

“Y/N?” The sudden rumbling voice shook me out of my brooding. I startled slightly as the wall I had been leaning against was gently pushed inwards, no doubt by a hand pressing from the outside.

“Beel? Are--are you...yourself right now?” I questioned uncertainly. When he had said my name, it had been tentative and soft--much more like it usually was than what I’d heard only minutes ago. However, I had to remain wary. The last thing I wanted was to be struck with another silencing spell.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry!” Beel cried. Though he didn’t directly answer my question, his response easily gave him away. He was back to his normal self. “I-I didn’t mean to--oh god, I could’ve killed you!” Now that my panic had ebbed, it seemed it was Beel’s turn to freak out. His voice was riddled with genuine horror and fear.

After Beel had first told me about his secret eighth sibling, Lilith, and the crushing guilt he felt in regards to her death, I began to see the demon in a new light. He was someone who cared deeply for his family, someone who wanted nothing more than to protect those he cared about. So when he felt as though he failed in that task, Beel placed every ounce of that guilt on his own shoulders. It made my heart ache to witness, especially now that his guilt was in regards to me.

“Beel, it’s okay. I know you would never do that when you’re...well when you’re in your right mind,” I assured him, hoping he could feel the soft pat I gave his stomach wall.

“Are you okay in there?” Beel questioned urgently, giving no indication whether or not he accepted my forgiveness or not.

Automatically, my hand reached for my still slightly aching legs and feet. The fabric of my pajama bottoms and socks, while still present, did feel markedly thinner. I suspected it would have been only a matter of time before the clothing dissolved altogether. “I-I’m fine,” I told Beel. “Just a little shaken up, that’s all.” I was attempting to sound reassuring, but the fact that my voice was still wavering slightly probably didn’t help me to be convincing.

The giant hand resting against the outside of the stomach began to move in a slow back and forth movement. It was surprisingly soothing, given the circumstances. “You’re sure I didn’t hurt you?” Beel asked softly. It was crazy how such an imposing looking demon could manage to sound like a little puppy dog.

“I promise, I’m okay,” I insisted. “I just need you to get me out of here.” I almost wanted to remind Beel that this wasn’t my first time in someone else’s stomach, in an effort to assuage some of his worries. However, I still wasn’t quite comfortable bringing up that little tid-bit of information. The fact that I had somehow managed to end up eaten by two separate demons in a matter of days still caused me quite a bit of embarrassment.

“How can I do that?” Beel inquired, seeming uncertain.

“You just need to...well cough me up basically.”

The experience of Mammon forcing himself to hack me up hadn’t exactly been pleasant. In fact, I might even argue it was worse going up than it had been going down. But considering it was pretty much the only viable option, short of someone cutting Beel open and pulling me out, I was resigned to going through it again.

My statement was met with silence on Beel’s end. I was fairly certain he had heard me, so what was preventing him from responding? “Beel, is there a problem?”

There was a pause and then, “I...I’m not so sure I’ll be able to bring you back up.” the demon admitted miserably.

I raised a questioning eyebrow. “Why do you say that?”

Beel’s stomach expanded and then contracted as he blew out a low sigh. “Unless I’m sick, I-I really can’t spit out or throw up anything I’ve eaten.” He sounded sincere, however what he was saying must’ve been a lie.

“What about that time you accidentally swallowed some of Solomon’s cooking and had to hack it up?” The occasion was difficult to forget considering the taste of the food the sorcerer had cooked still haunted me to this day.

Another moment’s hesitation. Beel clearly was reluctant to voice whatever it was he planned on saying. The rubbing against the outside wall of the stomach came to a stop. “That’s because my body only lets me get rid of stuff I didn’t enjoy eating,” he finally divulged, the words sounding almost like an apology.

It wasn’t surprising to me that Beelzebub had taken pleasure in eating me. It had been well established that he found me to be delicious even before today. I’d accepted the fact that everyone in the Devildom (excluding Solomon and the angels) considered me to be some kind of delicious treat. No, that part wasn’t what bothered me. I was much more concerned with the news that Beel believed himself incapable of getting me out the only way that I knew worked.

Anxiety was threatening to sneak back into the forefront of my mind, but for the moment, I managed to push it back. “Well you can at least give it a try, right?” I offered.

“Of course, just--just hold on,” Beel replied.

When Mammon had coughed me up, it had seemed to help if I stood up straight and still. I assumed the same position this time, bracing myself for the oncoming onslaught of movement around me.

My environment folded slightly, I assumed in response to Beel bending over. Next, a firm weight appeared at the front of the stomach from his hand. Then came the coughing and retching that shook my whole world. Last time, when I’d been in Mammon’s stomach, it had taken only a matter of minutes before I was spat out onto the palm of the demon’s hand. This time however, nearly ten minutes passed with absolutely zero progress, and I could tell the process was beginning to take a physical toll on Beel.

“Hey, hey, you can stop!” I called out, lightly pounding on a wall of the stomach. It seemed pretty clear that Beel’s assumption had been right. We would have to find some other way to get me out.

The motion of Beel’s heavy breaths surrounded me. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.” His voice was riddled with guilt and sorrow.

I was about to insist that he had nothing to apologize for when suddenly I heard the distant sound of a door opening. It felt as though every muscle in Beel’s body tensed as he too realized someone was entering the room. Both he and I could only pray it wasn’t Lucifer.

“Oh hey, Beel. I was just lookin’ for Y/N.” I released a sigh of relief at the sound of Mammon’s voice. While I loathed the idea of letting the Avatar of Greed know I had once again been eaten, he was the only demon in the House of Lamentation I would even consider letting in on my current predicament. At least the secret would still go no further than Beel, Mammon, and I. “They’re not in their room, have you seen--” Mammon stopped mid-sentence. I could only assume he had just noticed the state of the kitchen. Sure enough the next words that came out of the demon’s mouth were, “What the hell happened here?”

[carelessannie]

maybe it goes like this: steve builds his pack (part 3)

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three

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Read the Tony courts Peter wip

Stuckony (focus), Stony, Winteriron, Stucky

A finale to the sweet, slightly angsty backstory in three parts (ending in Stuckony).

Major warnings: D/S Au, A/B/O Au, Dirty dancing, Steve’s got a grip on Tony’s balls

Maybe it goes like this:

Tony doesn’t miss having a pack.

This is the lie he tells himself as he sees a sweet, intimate pack sharing a day out in the city, and later, a young, familial pack with a few pups eating ice cream in the park.

He can vaguely remember his parents buying him ice cream— or maybe he had snuck ice cream out of the kitchen— and eating that alone once. He doesn’t let himself dwell on that for too long.

And being a part of a familial pack by association hasn’t been the worst. He knows worse.

It wasn’t even that his pack growing up had been that bad. Maybe a little emotionally detached, sure, but he’s old enough now to recognize it wasn’t his pack that made the mistake— it was him.

He’s the one who decided to leave after graduating college, convinced that at the mature age of eighteen that he could conquer the world by himself.

Good job, Tony. Where has that left you?

Tony smiles, remembering his dad’s words: Your mistakes are outweighed by your effort to correct them; the damage done is outweighed by your success.

From that day until his dad’s death two years later, his dad was one of his best friends.

Wow, that’s sad.

He’s thankful that his dad followed his own mantra, making up for decades of indifference with calculated companionship and counsel in the last years he had with his family.

Tony guesses that if he had cancer, he would do something similar.

Tony guesses that if he had cancer, he would do something similar.

Tony guesses that if he had cancer, he would do something similar.

Tony used to tell his dad everything: all of his ideas, dreams and hopes for the company. Everything, that is, except his desire for a pack. And his dad, in turn, made sure he was prepared to take over Stark Industries, and had transferred his personal assistant, Pepper Potts, to Tony once he could no longer work in the office.

After his dad’s death, things took a while to get better. He eventually reconnected with Rhodey, his college roommate from MIT. The Air Force Colonel hadn’t been in his Ado-pack out of college, thank merciful god, but they were roommates for a few years and Rhodey had always treated him like a younger brother.

He understands now why his friend was out of touch for so long— his military career took precedence until he accepted a position in New York, working in intelligence. He’s proud of Rhodey, honestly, but had always felt abandoned by his friend. And Tony was also a little bit disappointed when the older man refused to form a pack with him.

“Tony, be realistic,” Rhodey had planted his hands on his hips, giving a twenty-three year old Tony his best disappointed Colonel look, “we aren’t compatible. It would never work.”

It was a repeat argument between them, and had only escalated since Rhodey started dating Pepper a few months earlier.

It wasn’t a secret that Tony was jealous.

“I am being realistic! We’re together all the time, and it would be so easy for you guys to move into my place,” he was desperate, hoping for something he could never have.

Rhodey had sighed, “Dammit Tones. You know I don’t think this is a good idea…” but Tony had jumped on his friend’s hesitation, and eventually convinced the young mates to move in with him.

Two years later, they’re still living with him in his penthouse.

Tony feels alone, sure, but living platonically with a young familial pack is better than living by himself. Or, god forbid it, with a toxic intimate pack.

He shudders as he tightens his tie, taking a long look in the mirror, shaking off the last of his thoughts. Tonight’s a good night.

His suit is tailored perfectly— accentuating his waist and shoulders, lengthening his legs in expensive slacks, and completed with his favorite burgundy tie and gold cufflinks. Damn he looks good. With a wink he’s through the door, heading to the garage and grabbing his wallet off the counter.

He takes the Lambo, because why not and shows up only fifteen minutes late, tossing his keys to the valet and skipping up the stairs to the Met.

A few people try to talk to him on the way in, and he gives away a couple smiles, weaving through the crowd to find his friends and making his way up to the Great Hall and Balcony.

“Tony!” a familiar voice calls across the Hall, and Tony spins to find the happy couple heading his way.

“Rhodey! Pep! What a crazy party, congratulations,” he pulls both of them into a hug, giving Pepper a brief kiss on the cheek, and then, at Rhodey’s pouty-face, swooping in and giving him one too.

Pepper giggles, squeezing her fiancée’s cheek when he recoils in disgust, “Thank you, Tony. And thank you, again, for pulling the strings necessary to get this place— it’s absolutely breathtaking.”

“Hey, it was no problem,” Tony deflects, forcing his smile a little wider, “they set up the sculpture court, right? Pep, I know you’re gonna love that—”

Rhodey’s smile is back, and he laughs, clapping Tony on the shoulder, “Yeah, Tones, they gave us the tour when we got here, it’s great.”

“Good, good, that’s… good.” Tony awkwardly pauses, and his friends exchange a look, Pepper winking — which is terrifying— before smiling secretly.

Both of them turn, and Rhodey motions behind him, “Hey, I’ve gotta find someone. You’ll stay put?” he gives a pointed look to Tony, disappearing before he can respond.

Pepper shakes her head affectionately, grabbing Tony’s hand as he tries to escape. He whines a bit, turning his best innocent eyes on her, “But Pep, I haven’t even had a drink yet. And he wants me to meet people.”

“Hush. You trust us, right?”

Unfortunately, yes.

“Ah, great,” Rhodey comes up to them, towing someone else. Okay, understatement. Towing a large, hunk of a man behind him, filling out his Army blues like they were designed with his body in mind. He’s young— baby faced and adorable— completely out of his depth, probably. His smile actually looks genuine, because Tony can easily see the confusion breaking through his perfectly clear complexion.

Damn, Tony wants a bite.

“Tony, I’d like you to meet my friend, Captain Steve Rogers,” Steve puts forward his hand, and Tony grasps it as Rhodey continues, “... and Steve, this is Tony Stark, my best man.”

Steve looks appropriately stunned. He places his left hand right over top of where they are still joined, and meets Tony’s gaze with a small nod, “Mr. Stark, it’s a pleasure.”

If Tony wasn’t so sure this man was the most dominant piece of military Alpha in the room, he’d ask the good Captain to get on his knees. And beg. Fuck. As it stands, he’s never felt this enamored and respected in an initial meeting— damn, this man knows how to make a first impression.

“Tony, please,” he corrects, smirking into Steve’s beautiful face, “and the pleasure’s all mine, Captain.”

He waits for Steve to release their hands, but all he gets is a similar smirk in return. The larger man squeezes where their hands are joined, brushing his thumb over Tony’s knuckles, and leans in to murmur, “You can call me Captain all night long.”

He releases Tony from the magnetic hold on his hand, and Tony is slightly embarrassed to feel his face heat up, and clears his throat. It’s been years since someone could fluster him like this, and this man has been able to do it in seconds. Before Tony can respond, Steve adds, a little louder for the public ear, “—but just stick with Steve for now.”

“Alright, Steve— how do you know…” and as Tony goes to bring Rhodey and Pepper back into the conversation, he realizes that the couple has left without a word. Tricky bastards.

Steve doesn’t seem phased, though, and answers the question as if Tony had even bothered to finish it,

“I met Jim a year ago during my summer post in Taiwan— both of us were stationed there, doing a few months of consulting for specialized ops, and were fast friends. I swear, Jim was my only buddy over there, and he’s one of the most honorable men I’ve ever met,” the smile that follows his words is soft and remembering, “how about you, Tony?”

“Rhodey and I were roommates at MIT— he’s always been my big brother, and both him and Pep live with me now—”

“Oh,” Steve interrupts, “I didn’t realize you were pack, I just assumed—”

“No, definitely not,” Tony stops him, laughing to help lighten the sensitive subject, “I don’t have a pack. But if we were compatible, I think the two of them would be it for me. It just… it doesn’t work for us,”

Steve shakes his head, a serious expression falling over his features, “No, I get it, that’s personal— I shouldn’t have brought it up. Please, can I— can I grab you a drink?”

Tony resists the urge to reach out and grab his arm, to reassure Steve that there’s no harm done, but instead agrees, “Sure, yes— uh… why don’t you surprise me?”

The flirty, light smile is back, and Steve easily agrees, leaving Tony to find the open bar. He’s thankful for the time to process, easily dismissing a few guests who try to start a conversation with him.

How could Rhodey have kept this guy hidden for so long? Tony barely got a whiff of him, almost getting enough scent to determine compatibility, but not quite. How old is this guy, anyway? And Army? What is Rhodey thinking?

“Here ya go,” Steve’s voice breaks through his thoughts, and he jumps a bit, turning to see the Captain holding two glasses and wearing an unsure smile,

“Damn, Steve— warn a guy?” and he grins playfully, thankful to see Steve laugh along. Tony makes a grab for the glasses, and Steve pulls them out of his reach, laughing even harder, before handing Tony the low tumbler with dark amber liquid and a single orange peel garnishing the top.

Tony peers back up at Steve, “Old Fashioned? With—” he takes a sip.

“Bourbon,” Steve answers before Tony can, and sweet lord, this man has good taste.

Swirling the drink gently, Tony hums and closes his eyes at the taste. Just like his dad used to make.

“I’m glad you like it,” the low voice adds to the moment, and for just one second, Tony allows himself to get lost in the fantasy of drinking sweet Bourbon in his den, with a strong, blonde man by his side.

He opens his eyes to reality, “It’s perfect, Steve,” earning him a satisfied hum in return, “now tell me, what are you drinking this evening?”

“Oh, well—” Steve looks a little hesitant, holding up his larger glass for inspection, “it’s called a Tom Collins.”

“A craving for something sour, Captain?” Tony takes a step closer, sipping his drink slowly.

Steve licks his lips, “I like a good balance,” he takes a long drink of his gin, “and the orange is my favorite part.”

Tony watches his mouth move, admiring his full bottom lip as it’s tugged back by his teeth, breathing in the faint scent of Coffee and Thunderstorms, “You know what,” Tony dips his head forward, peering up at Steve through his lashes, “the orange is my favorite part as well.”

There’s a sharp clink clink clink sound, and the moment is broken between them as attention is called back to the engagement. Tony realizes, regrettably, that he’s supposed to be up front, and gives Steve one last desperate look before leaving to address the crowd.

After the party, he searches for Steve. He asks Pepper, and then Rhodey— both of whom haven’t seen Steve since their introduction earlier.

“Sorry, Tones, but if you want to see him—”

“No, no,” Tony dismisses the suggestion, “it doesn’t— don’t worry about it, it’s— I’m okay, I’m fine, alright? All good.”

Rhodey tries to protest, but Tony just ignores him, kissing Pepper goodbye as he makes a hasty retreat out of the museum. If he can get home first, maybe they won’t ask him to talk about his feelings.

---

Tony doesn’t miss having a pack.

It’s been exactly a year since Pepper and Rhodey moved out, and Stark Industries has never been stronger.

Probably because every spare moment he has is poured right back into his company.

Every. Spare. Moment.

Which is probably why Tony’s late for his best friend’s wedding.

It had been a rough night— Rhodey had insisted on staying up late to bar hop, and their small bachelor party had torn up the most cutting edge and expensive bars all throughout New York City. The downside, unfortunately, is that coming back home at 4 AM— drunk and somehow already hungover— leads to the absolute worst morning a twenty-seven year old could ask for.

So honestly, it’s not Tony’s fault that he shows up a half hour late, barely dressed in his tux, and sunglasses practically taped to his face.

His saving grace ends up being Rhodey. Again.

An assistant meets him at the door, ushering him into the dressing rooms, and tugging off his tux as he moves. He’s handed a cup with a vague order to drink, and the sunglasses are unceremoniously tugged from his face. He struggles a bit under the attention, but after a few minutes of the world’s worst smoothie, blinding light, pressing, steaming, ironing, shaving, and makeup application that will not be mentioned again— Tony is shoved into a larger room with the rest of the bridal party.

Before he can even begin to apologize, Rhodey is stepping forward,

“Tony, this is the least I owe you, brother.”

The statement alone almost has Tony in tears, and he closes the distance to pull Rhodey into a tight hug, whispering, “My body will never forgive you, Rhodey-bear.”

And the wedding goes on without a hitch from there. Pepper, as it turns out, had told Tony to arrive an hour before he even needed to be there— fully expecting him to arrive late. Because of this, he’s sober and aware when his best friends walk down the aisle. It’s a moment to remember.

Pepper looks like a queen— the Beta wears a perfectly tailored trumpet gown, trimmed with delicate lace and a scalloped neckline. Her mate cries— hell, Tony cries.

And a few hours later, he’s sitting alone at the open bar, swishing his drink and thoughtfully picking at the orange slice at the bottom of the glass. He knows he’s one of the only people avoiding the dance floor, but can’t find it in himself to join the party. Instead, he nurses his glass and silently watches his friends dance and laugh together.

“Tom Collins?”

Tony turns to the voice coming from his left, and is greeted with ice-blue eyes, the sharpest jaw known to man, and a filthy pair of lips.

“Tony, but close.”

“Tony—” his name sounds like sin coming from this man’s mouth, “wanna dance, sugar?”

“I really shouldn’t—”

“— c’mon, sweetheart. You’ve spent enough time with this drink, don’tcha think?”

His glass is stolen by this tempting man, who sets it down with a sweet smile and stands to his feet. He extends a hand, and Tony hesitates. He really shouldn’t— it’s been a long day, and he’s not exactly sober. Plus, Pepper might kill him if he makes a scene.

He takes the man’s hand, “Just one song, got it?” and all he gets is a wicked grin in response before he’s pulled off towards the dance floor.

The song playing is low— thrumming and hot. Most of the younger packs have already checked in for the night, saving their pups from the close grind of desperate bodies, scents mingling in Desire and Arousal. It takes only one sweep of the crowd to notice Pepper and Rhodey in the center, leading their guests in a sinful dance— magnetic and dangerous.

The man from the bar stops at the outer rim of the circle, pausing for a moment to strip off his tie and suit jacket. His eyes sweep over Tony’s appearance, and he steps closer, breath tickling the nape of his neck as he asks, “May I?”

Speechless, Tony nods. He’s surrounded with sweet Oranges and creamy Milk Chocolate as the Omega gently loosens his tie, pulling it over his head and folding it onto the table before slipping his hands up Tony’s shoulders, pushing underneath his jacket, and tracing his arms until the jacket falls, forgotten.

Chest to chest, the Omega looks up through his eyelashes, “Dance with me, Beta.”

Pulled closer to the center of the crowd of moving bodies, Tony keeps the man pressed against his side, then shifts to face him. He’s only an inch taller than this Omega, but the similar height works to their advantage as Tony grabs his hips, starting a slow grind that has the man in front of him clutching at his neck, his hair, and breathing out a sigh.

“Like that, baby?” Tony growls, digging his fingers into the Omega’s hips as they move together, foreheads touching, enjoying the friction and small sounds coming from his partner.

“Don’t stop, please,” Oh, begging sounds divine coming from this younger man’s lips. Tony wants to do absolutely wicked things to this guy.

They move together, the Omega shifting to follow his rhythm and relaxing under Tony’s hold as he moves his right hand higher, scratching his nails along the gentle arch of the man's back, as his left hand moves lower to firmly grip his ass. He squeezes, and the sweet Omega moans Tony into his neck.

“I’ll give you what you need, baby.”

“B— bucky,”

“Bucky?”

He gets a smile in return, along with a particularly dirty move of his hips, “My name is—”

“Bucky?”

A third voice breaks the spell, and Bucky sighs, stopping their dance and putting a bit of space between their bodies— which does absolutely nothing to hide their shared arousal.

“Whaddaya want, Stevie?”

Tony looks over his shoulder to see a hulking, blonde and horrifyingly familiar Alpha standing behind them— arms crossed and a face that screams unamused.

“I wanna know why my mate is putting on a show with—” he finally looks at Tony, and his expression blooms with shock and recognition, “— Mr. Stark. Of fucking course.”

“Language.”

“— shut up Bucky, of course you’d happen to find him of all people…”

“Well,” Bucky starts to defend, “you wouldn’t make a move, so I thought I’d get things started.”

Now Tony’s confused, “Wait, hold up,” he looks between the two men as they glare at each other, “did you… are you trying to get with me?”

The couple turns and looks at Tony like he’s an idiot, Steve gesturing at where he’s still hard in his pants, “You didn’t get that from the reenactment of Dirty Dancing a few minutes ago?”

Bucky lets out a sharp laugh, cutting through the tension, and Steve’s face practically melts at the sight and scent of HappyAmusedOmega. Tony bets his face is doing something similar as he shakes his head in protest, “You guys are really serious? Can we— can we talk somewhere… more private?”

Definitely the wrong thing to say, because Bucky practically cackles in glee, “Darlin’ you can do anything to me in private,” and Steve reaches over to smack him on the shoulder,

“Slow, Bucky,” and he earns an eye roll from his mate, “Tony, let me see your phone.”

Right now, Tony feels like putty in his hands, which is probably why he gives over his unlocked phone without a word. Bucky slings his arm around Tony’s waist, and he notices that the crowd has thinned out, music slower and without the charge from before. Steve types a few things before handing the phone back,

“I put in our numbers— Tony, if you want to see us again, for dinner or even just coffee, please text us,” Steve squeezes his shoulder, and then moves his hand to cup Tony’s elbow, pulling him— and Bucky, by consequence— in closer,

“Tony, I need you to know: you are not obliged to see us again, even though we come on a little strong. You are— we are—”

“You’re all he could talk about tonight, Tony,” Bucky cuts in, turning Tony to look into his eyes, “and maybe you’ve never given him a second thought, but he met ya last year and has been dyin’ to see ya again—”

“— Bucky—” Steve warns,

“No, sorry Alpha, but it needs to be said. Tony, I have a feelin’ the three of us are damn compatible, and it would be a waste not to try. Give us a chance, yeah?” and the silence that follows is paired with twin expressions, eager and hopeful.

“Guys, I…” Tony is tired of being alone. He’s tired of denying what he really wants.

“... I’ll text you soon, okay?”

At the startled look from Steve and whispered oh, okay Tony from Bucky, he flees. He’s a perfect Cinderella alright— too afraid of honest confessions to stick around long.

But maybe he’ll keep his promise.

---

It takes a week for Tony to text them, and he does it as a group message. Both mates seem relieved to hear from him, and set up a date for that weekend, insisting that they pick him up and pay.

It takes two weeks after that, and three more dates, for Tony to realize that they want to formally court him.

A month after they start courting Tony, he asks about their intentions.

“I’ve gotta wonder, guys— are you really that serious about building a permanent pack? Or is this just a seasonal pack for you guys while you’re getting out of the Army?”

Bucky looks hurt by this, but it’s Steve who spells it out.

“I know we’re young, Tony. I mean— you’re not even thirty, Buck is twenty-one and I’m just twenty-two. Look, I know I’m really young to be a pack Alpha. Neither of us have experience leading a pack, but… it’s been something we’ve wanted for a while. It’s the reason Buck and I haven’t bonded yet, and it’s a dream of ours to have an intimate pack to start a family with.”

He’s stunned by Steve’s words. His pack growing up definitely wasn’t intimate, and after his horrible Ado-pack, he had completely dismissed the idea of ever having something like that again. But now.

“Tony, darlin’,” Bucky reaches forward to take Tony’s hands, “I think we have something really special, here. It could take years to build our pack, but Steve is pretty sure six is our magic number. Don’t ask me why. And also,” he hesitates, looking down at his hands, "I’ve gotta tell ya somethin’ important. Two things, actually.”

“What is it, sweetheart?” Tony asks, concerned, as Steve gives Bucky a nod of encouragement.

“Well, first of all,” Bucky looks back into Tony’s eyes as he continues, "Steve and I are compatible by memory. Like— when we first scented each other, a few years ago, we had a scent memory. We— we haven’t bonded because of the pack, but we will. And second,” he pauses a moment, “I’m not pack omega.”

“You’re… not?”

“No, I— I’m not a submissive, Tony. I’m Vers and swing submissive for Steve most days. But I can’t fully submit for a pack, and this means there will be a fully submissive Omega who mates with us. And gets— gets to—”

Steve cups his mate’s cheek, “Baby,”

“No, it’s. It’s fine, Stevie, I—” Bucky tries to pull out of Steve’s hold, but the tears are already falling as he rubs them away, “— I just can’t. I can’t give you pups.”

Oh. Oh. Tony did not know that.

Bucky is tucked under Steve’s arm as the Alpha continues to explain, “When we bond as a pack, if we decide to bond, it’s very likely that only the submissive pack Omega will pup for the pack Alpha. It was— hard, you know? Realizing that Buck and I can’t have a family—”

At this, Bucky buries his face in his hands and lets out a single sob,

“— but we’re willing to give that up if it means having the perfect pack, okay?”

Tony is shocked. He guesses it makes sense that the pack Alpha and Omega would be biologically directed to mate together. It seems unfair, though, that a scent compatible, soulmate pair wouldn’t be able to start a family. But—

“What about other bonded members?”

Both men look up at Tony in confusion, “What do you mean?” Steve asks.

“I mean, what if two other packmates decided to mate. Is there a chance they would pup?”

Bucky still looks confused, but Steve’s face lights up in understanding,

“You mean, what if we all bonded— would you and Bucky be able to get pregnant?”

“Wait, is it possible?” the hope in Bucky’s eyes is devastating as he looks between Alpha and Beta, gripping onto Steve’s arm with fresh tears shining on his cheeks, “could I still have pups?”

“It’s possible, Buck, but I have no idea.”

Bucky ignores Steve’s response and stands from his seat, moving quickly to Tony and straddling his lap, throwing his arms around the Beta’s neck. Tony steadies him with arms around his waist, and rocks them gently as Bucky starts to cry into his neck.

After a few minutes, Steve looking at them with overwhelming affection, Bucky’s tears run out and he sniffles into Tony’s neck, “Thank you, my Beta.”

“For what?”

The Omega pulls away, pushing Tony’s hair out of his face as his smile widens,

“Giving me hope.”

---

In May, Bucky finally graduates from West Point, and decides to work in engineering in the city. Steve has been working with Rhodey in “intelligence” for a year, and Tony finally feels happy.

They spend most of their time at Steve and Bucky’s apartment in Red Hook. Tony doesn’t mind the drive, and absolutely hates being alone in his penthouse— plus, he’s come to actually like Brooklyn. And if he spends his free time searching for the perfect spot to build a house, no one has to know.

And it works fine for now, because Steve still insists on taking it slow— although if Bucky and Tony had it their way, the three of them would already be mated. It sometimes feels like just the two of them are dating and Steve’s their chaperone, drawing boundary lines of, “Hey, clothes stay on, boys,” and, “Bucky, get off Tony’s lap, I swear to god.”

So Tony corners Steve.

Or more accurately, Steve is fixing them dinner and Tony pins him to the counter from behind, grinding up into his ass and growling.

He feels Steve stiffen beneath him, and Tony laces their fingers together where Steve’s are resting on the counter, nibbling on the back of his neck inches from his bonding spot.

“What’re you doin’ Tony.” it’s barely a question, and Tony just tightens his grip and bucks his hips forward, letting Steve feel his arousal.

Steve growls in response and turns in his arms, breaking Tony’s hold. He looks into the Alpha’s eyes, blazing red, and Steve slowly prowls forward, backing Tony into the fridge. His arms come up to frame Tony’s face as his back hits, forcing eye contact and baring his teeth in a predatory smile.

One of his hands reaches lower, gripping Tony and causing the Beta to groan at the friction, “Is there something you want, baby?” Tony shakes his head, losing the confidence from earlier, but Steve continues, “you need to use your words, Tony. I can’t help ya if you don’t tell me what you need.”

Ooo, Tony’s blood burns with the challenge, and he rocks forward into Steve’s grip, his own hands reaching forward to hold onto the Alpha’s shoulders. Steve presses in closer, and Tony licks a small stripe up his throat, stopping centimeters from his ear, “I need you, Alpha. Why can’t I have you?”

“Oh, Tony,” Steve chuckles, releasing his grip and sliding both hands around to cup Tony’s ass, pulling them closer until their fronts are pressed together, betraying Steve’s obvious interest, “you can have me all you want, baby. I just need something from you first.”

“Yes, Steve. Fucking anything.”

He’s pushed away, back hitting the fridge as Steve steps back, “Be ours. Promise it. Move in with us, and then we’ll mate.”

“Alpha,”

“Those are my terms, Beta,” Steve puts a hand on Tony’s shoulder, pushing him out of the kitchen and into the living room, “and until then, let me finish cooking and go keep Buck company, okay?”

He doesn’t wait for a response, and turns back to his meal while Tony stands frozen in the doorway. He can see Bucky lounging on the couch, wrapped in soft blankets and pretending he hadn’t just heard their whole conversation. He sees the way Steve moves around the kitchen, natural and dominant in his home— caring and providing for his pack.

For my pack, Tony thinks to himself.

“I’m yours.”

Both sets of eyes are on him, and Steve drops everything in his hands. He sees Bucky stand up from the couch.

Steve takes a step towards him, “W— what did you say?”

“I said— I’m yours. And you’re… you’re mine. My pack,” he looks into Steve’s eyes as the taller man steps into his space, “My Alpha.”

He hears a soft exhale, and feels Bucky grab his arm. Tony turns, “and My Omega.”

“My Beta,” Bucky breathes,

Steve kisses the Omega’s cheek, smiling wide, and pulls Tony into his arms,

“Ours.”

No, Tony doesn’t miss having a pack. But here— wrapped up in between his Alpha and Omega— he’s wanted, he’s safe, and he finally belongs.

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Could you maybe do #7 from the smut list with Ahkmen plz :3

7. coming untouched and/or early

 Have y’all ever seen 40 Days and 40 Nights? If so, this is *sort of* a play on the flower scene 😉

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 Ahkmenrah loved to be touched; it didn’t matter if you were surrounded by a sea of (wax) people or completely alone, he would do anything to evoke your touch.

 Nor was he particular about how he was touched.

 He smiled when you were walking through the halls of the museum and you linked your pinky with his, giving it a playful tug. He sighed when you sat in his lap and lifted his crown from his head, running your fingers through his coarse curls. He moaned when he was making love to you and your fingers dug into his back, scratching hard enough to leave marks for the duration of the night.

 So, on one perfect summer evening, you led Ahk up to the roof of the museum, laughing as you refused to tell him just what you were up to despite his pestering, which was now bordering on petulant insistence. Only when you wound your way closer to the center of the roof was he surprised into ceasing his questions.

 Mouth slackened and eyes wide, Ahkmenrah’s face emanated a stunned happiness as he took in the strands of fairy lights, some twinkling and some providing steady balls of warm, white light, and the pile of motely mixed pillows and blankets, hues of blues, purples, greens and even some orange and yellow.

 The sounds of the city groaned around you, but they felt distant in this little nook, and above you, the sky was a cloudless, purple-black bruise, and for a moment, you thought of all the stars hidden away, much like Ahkmenrah and his friends.

 With a shake of your head, you turned your attention from the sky to Ahk and gesturing to your surprise, you stated, “Thought we deserved a little alone time.”

 “This is … thank you,” Ahkmenrah said with such sincerity you couldn’t help but to kiss him, your hands cupping his face as his arms wrapped around your waist.

 “Don’t thank me yet. Maybe I only brought you up here to play UNO?”

 Ahk’s mouth quirked up in a crooked grin.

 “Delightful! Let us begin posthaste,” he proclaimed as his robes swirled when he plopped onto the pillows, immediately stretching out on his side like a spoiled prince awaiting his evening’s entertainment.

 His mouth never wavered from its smartass smile, nor did his eyes lose their playful sparkle.

“Why are you always such a shit? Is it the former-king thing? Or were you born this way?”

 Scrunching up his face in mock-thought, Ahk tightened both lips between his teeth before releasing them with a pop as he answered, “I am . . . what I am. Wholly worthy of worship since my conception.”

 “Such a shit,” you said with a giggle as you pounced on him, knocking him onto his back as he laughed.

 “Are you preparing to worship me? Because I must say that this is not at all how—”

 “Shut up,” you mumbled as you sucked his bottom lip between your teeth, cutting off his retort with a heated kiss.

 You often wondered if his mouth was made just for you—if somehow, the universe knew to concoct this whole fucked up situation of arranging for you to fall in love with a 4,000-year-old regenerated mummy just so you knew what it was like to be really kissed---kissed so well that you forgave him of the time you were losing, kissed so well that his happiness now seemed woven with yours, and kissed so well that nothing, nothing could ever be bad as long as you were together.  

 With a sigh, you released his mouth and pulled away, knowing that if you didn’t close this kiss now, your experiment would be abandoned in favor of fucking the night away under the hidden-stars . . . but you wanted more than that this time.

 You swiped at the excess saliva with your forefinger and thumb as you began, “I want to do something different tonight.”

 Ahkmenrah sat back, his hands coming to rest under his head as he watched you with curiosity.

 “Oh?”

 Leaning forward to trace the line of his jaw, you continued, “I know how much you like to be touched, and I thought, what would it be like to just touch you without expectation. How long would it take for you to need me to . . . to--” you faltered as you glanced away from his gaze.

 You looked back at him and began again. “How much touching can you take before it’s too much? That’s what I want to know.”  

 Ahkmenrah regarded you with interest, his intense eyes fully open, colored like the middle of the Atlantic Ocean in this soft lighting.

 “Too … much? I am intrigued. You know I trust you, implicitly, my love.”

 “So, it sounds like fun?”

 Ahk looked at you like you were crazy. “Of course!”

 “All right. But there’s one more thing,” you said as you reached into the back pocket of your shorts.

 Ahkmenrah wetted his lips as he took in the black blindfold now dangling from your index finger.

 “Okay?” you questioned.

 He bit his lip and nodded, shifting his weight underneath you, reminding you that you needed him to stand up so you could undress him.

 He took your proffered hands and stood, watching as you began to remove his clothes. Once lovemaking began, Ahkmenrah treated it with meaning; he wasn’t one for a stolen fuck, insisting that it took time to achieve true pleasure, something he had certainly convinced you of.

 Undressing was ceremonial for him; he loved the way your unskilled fingers moved over his ancient fastenings, and he smiled at the concentration that often furrowed your brow as you removed each piece of his garb with care. It made him feel important, like he had once felt when he had mattered to a nation, not just to a museum.

 Ahkmenrah stood patiently, his skin colored a deep, liquid-amber in the fairy lights, as you looped the blindfold over his eyes. The warmth of the summer night kept him from shivering as a breeze ruffled his hair and you studied his face to make sure he couldn’t see anything.

 You guided him onto his knees and asked him to lay on his stomach first. Settling onto the soft pile of blankets and pillows, Ahk gathered his arms under his head and maneuvered one of the pillows to rest under his cheek. The muscles in his back flexed and smoothed as he moved, and a warmth settled in your abdomen as you thought about kissing across his sun-spotted shoulders, remembering the way those same muscles twitched under your tongue.

 Not yet, you chastised as you positioned yourself on your knees beside him.  

 Reaching into your bag, you produced a feather. After much thought, you had decided on a peacock plume, the vain bird perfectly representing your vain king. You ran it teasingly along your own cheek, eyes closing at its softness and the way the feather spread out, caressing your skin like a thousand soft puffs of air.

 Ahk shifted, spreading his legs farther apart as he waited, his cock probably growing more interested in your game the longer you delayed in touching him.

 After he shifted for the third time, his ass cheeks flexing impatiently, you reached out to run the feather down his spine.

 “Oh,” he sighed. “What is that?”

 With a huff, you warned, “This isn’t going to be much fun if you play twenty questions.”

 “Answer me that one question and I will not utter another word without your permission.”

 “Promise?”

 “I swear to Amun-Ra.”

 “It’s a feather—a peacock feather, to be precise. Because you’re my little peacock prince.”

 “King—ouch!” Ahkmenrah yelped as you gave him a spank. “Okay, okay! Silence. I understand.”

 You ran the feather teasingly over where you had smacked him and grinned as Ahk’s skin broke out in goosebumps.

 Dragging the tuft up his spine, you began touching him around and across his shoulders, watching those muscles come to life. You twirled the colorful feather in circles, playing a game of connect-the-dots with his freckles before moving back down his spine and caressing each cheek of his ass by flattening the plume.

 Unconsciously or not, Ahk’s legs spread a little bit farther apart, and you grinned as you dipped the feather between them, tickling his testicles so that he shivered and fought back a moan. You almost couldn’t wait to touch the front of him if this was how needy he already was. You pulled the feather from between his legs, then ran it up and over each rounded cheek of his bottom, before dipping between his legs again.

 Ahkmenrah’s hips began to move as he pushed his cock against the blankets he was laying on, chasing a stronger touch to compliment your achingly soft one.

 You moved beside his ear to whisper, “Now, now—that’s not part of the game.”

 He groaned in response, pouting so prettily that you almost kissed him. Almost.

 Sitting back, you moved the feather down his leg that was closest to you. You ran over the arch of his foot and he twitched as he fought against a giggle.

 You repeated the pattern on his other leg and once again tickled his arches until he laughed, a funny little choked cry as he promised he didn’t mean to make any noise.

 “Maybe it’s time to roll over then?” you suggested.

 Ahk rolled over so quickly that you had to stifle a laugh at his eagerness. It was clear why as your eyes ran over the state of his arousal—his cock was flushed red, and looked to be achingly hard, and a smear of sticky precum had left a trail across his belly.  

 Ahkmenrah’s arms laid flat out at his sides, resting on the blankets and his head turned in your direction, as if he were imagining looking at you.

 He was so beautiful in this moment, aroused and submissive, barely able to wait for the next teasing, light touch, that it took your breath away.

 Picking up where you left off, you started at his feet, running the feather between each of his toes before lightly grazing the tops of his feet. You teased his legs, swirling the feather at his kneecaps, and climbing higher and higher with the plume until you could see Ahk’s fingers grasping at the blanket, anticipating a touch of his cock.

 Instead, you ran the feather over the juncture of his thigh, ticking one hip bone then the other as he let out the ragged breath he had been holding.

 Your grin was smug, and even though he couldn’t see you, you were sure he felt your amusement considering the way his brow creased as he looked in your direction.

 Taking your time, you traced the lithe muscles of his abdomen and touched around his belly button before moving over his chest, teasing both of his dark nipples into peaks.

 His arms broke into gooseflesh as you ran the feather over the inside of his bicep and the crook of his elbow before down and between each of his fingers, mirroring your earlier pattern as you touched his toes. Moving closer to reach his other arm, Ahk’s cock twitched.

 As you brought the feather up his arm, your trajectory continued upward to what you considered to be Ahk’s best feature, a feature you believed was gifted to him by the gods because there was no other explanation for the perfect symmetry of his Egyptian face.

 You slowly trailed the feather up his neck and under his jaw, watching the way the soft edges caught just a tiny bit in the rough skin where Ahkmenrah would never actually grow a beard.

 Along and up his jaw, you petted his cheeks with the flat of the tuft and he smiled, a twitching of his lips that invited you to run the feather over them, dipping slightly in between as he sighed. Continuing downward, you traced over his neck, his chest, and his abdomen, and when you ran the feather casually over the tip of his cock, he whimpered.

 Watching the twists of his face and listening to his pathetic mewling, you tortured him, up and down his hard dick as the feather began to clump together on one of its edges as it gathered a drop of precum.

 Ahkmenrah’s voice broke your concentration when he hoarsely begged, “Y/N. Please. Anything—anything! Your mouth. Your hand. Your body, oh the gods, please give me something more than that fucking instrument of agony.”

 The veins in his arms stood out as he clutched at the blankets, trying not to ruin the game but desperate to come. He had been so good, quiet and receptive, and watching him undulate under the ministration of your instrument of agony had you so aroused that you were also eager to end the game and chase your own pleasure.

 You put the feather aside and grasped the base of Ahk’s cock and gave him a light stroke, your hand twisting just a fraction as you moved over his tip and Ahkmenrah startled you both as he came with a strangled cry, cum shooting over his abdomen to his chest and splashing at the base of his neck in thick, white dollops.

 You blinked in shock and continued to pump him through his orgasm until he pushed your hand away as he lay panting, flushed and trembling, from the force of his climax.

 Your face still expressing your shock, you reached up to remove the blindfold only to be greeted by a similar expression on Ahk’s face, and for the first time you could recall, he looked away from you, mortified.

 “Never, have I ever . . . Min, forgive me,” Ahkmenrah babbled as he swallowed and stared up at the sky, his cheeks clearly colored with a blush that had nothing to do with his orgasm.

 “That was amazing,” you breathed, drawing his attention back to you. “Do you think it would work on me?”

 Ahkmenrah’s embarrassment quickly gave way to a wide grin that built to a laugh, and as you continued to look at him in a state of shocked satisfaction, he sat up and pushed you onto your back before you could blink.

 “We are absolutely going to find out, my love,” Ahk promised as his cooling cum seeped into your shirt while he pressed into you, kissing you as his fingers groped for the blindfold.

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We Belong Together ~ Chapter 1

Hey! Just wanted to say that I finally posted my second Miraculous Ladybug fanfic and I am so excited for you all to read it! Will be updated on here and on AO3 :)

We Belong Together - AO3

Summary: It has been years since Marinette Dupain-Cheng last saw Adrien Agreste when he broke her heart. Since then she has moved on and continues to pursue her dreams in becoming a renowned fashion designer. Adrien hasn't forgotten the girl who had stolen his heart, but never got the chance to see her after graduation. But when he decides to secretly have a career in singing and has an underground band, that's when he spots Marinette. The girl who got away in the crowd. Can they both see what went wrong in the past to make it right? Or will they ignore their feelings and completely move on?

Marinette Dupain-Cheng sighs in relief when she finished up her sketches for her senior project. While she still had to make the garnet, it was much easier than designing it. Putting it all together was the fun and best part.

She checks her phone, realizing she had a few missed texts from her friends and one missed call from Alya. Checking the time, Alya should be out from her own class so she decided to call back her best friend.

After a few rings, Alya answered. “Hey girl! By time you answered one of us.”

Marinette chuckles. “Sorry about that. I finally came up with a great concept for my senior project and I had to finish it before the ideas left my head. But I’m finally done with the first part.”

“Oh great! So we’re going out tonight?”

“I did not say that!”

“Girl come on! We’re seniors in college and not once do I ever recall you going out to the clubs or getting drinks with us. While I respect you for committing to the internships and your classes, it’s high time you let loose and have some fun. You won’t be twenty one forever you know?”

Marinette knew that her best friend was right. Her goal was to always become a fashion designer and while she loved what she did, it was definitely time consuming. It was a miracle she even still had friends who understood her busy schedule and made their plans based on her availability.

“I mean, I don’t have classes tomorrow so I guess I can afford to stay up-“

“Yes!” Alya yells and Marinette jumped from her friends loud voice. “Okay, sorry! I’ll text you the details and wear something...with a rockstar vibe.”

“Rockstar vibe?” Marinette questioned. “Are we going to a Jagged Stone concert?”

“Oh you’ll see.” Is all Alya said before she hung up.

Marinette was confused but decided not to question it any further or else she would regret accepting the invitation.

XX

A few hours later, nightfall had fallen over Paris. Marinette ate some dinner since she knew that if Alya and the girls were coming over, there would be some pre-gaming happening before they left to whatever place they had in mind.

Her small pet dog, Tikki, laid comfortably on her Ladybug bed in the living room. Marinette walks over and leaves out a bowl of food for Tikki and refilled her water bowl as well. Tikki already ate but it was just in case she came home late and didn’t wake up on time the next morning to feed her dog.

The door bell rings and Tikki lifts up her head upon smelling familiar people nearby. Marinette puts her dirty dishes in the sink and walks over to open the door.

Alya, Juleka, Rose, and Mylene walk in. All of them wearing concert attire but matched it to their personalities.

“Wow you girls look great!” Marinette exclaims, closing the door.

“And you look good, Marinette.” Says Rose. “I love the jacket.”

“Oh this old thing?” She tugs on her jacket. “It’s just something I’ve had in high school.”

Alya walks over to Marinette’s secret stash of liquor, as Mylene plays with Tikki.

“How’s Ivan?” Marinette asked Mylene.

Mylene smiles when her boyfriends name was mentioned. “He’s doing great! You’ll actually see him tonight.”

“Oh? Is he going to meet us there?” Marinette wonders and before Mylene can reply, Alya hands her a shot glass and she walks over to join everyone by the counter.

Marinette chuckles. “Okay can one of you tell me what we’re doing tonight?”

“Underground concert,” says Alya and hands her a glass. “Nino told me about this band he has been producing songs for and he invited us to go check out them out. Apparently they’re really popular in the alternative scene.”

“Oh sounds like fun.” Marinette and the girls surround her countertop and take a shot. The liquid burning her throat a little but she ignores the feeling.

Rose nods excitedly. “It will be! Alya told me that some of the band members went to school with us!”

Now Marinette was even more curious. “Like who?”

Alya clears her throat. “Lets not ruin the surprise!” She says and changes the subject. “Mari, are you still seeing the guy from the visual arts department?” Mylene asks Marinette.

Marinette has been going out with a boy from the visual arts department as of recent. While she enjoys his company, she isn’t really into him. It just didn’t feel right, but she hasn’t had the chance to tell him they were better off as friends.

“I am but we’re not official,” she assures her friends. “I’m not really looking for anything serious anyways.”

“So if a guy comes up to you and asks you to go home with him, you’ll take it?” Alya wonders and Marinette thinks about it.

“I’ll consider it.”

Alya accepted her answer and they took one last shot before leaving to the club.

XX

The club was in a weird place in the city that was populated with sleazy clubs and teenagers who looked for a good time where they shouldn’t be looking.

The girls go through a dark alley and Alya reads the instructions that her mystery man gave her. She stands in front of a black door and knocks four times.

A minute passes and the door opens, revealing a huge bodyguard wearing a white mask.

“Alya?” He questioned.

Alya nods. “Yup! Carapace told me to come through the back for VIP.”

The bodyguard looks at the girls, stepping aside to let them in. They each held one another’s hand so they wouldn’t lose each other as they entered.

The place smelled like cigarettes and hard liquor, a smell that Marinette wasn’t to fond of but can tolerate. They make it to a small section of the upper floor that had a great viewing of the whole dance floor and stage. The girls sat down and Alya ordered them all a round of drinks.

“Carapace? I thought it was Nino who invited us?” Rose asks Alya.

Alya shakes her head. “No it’s just a nickname that they go by here. You see, majority of these artists are undercover celebrities who like to play music by their own terms or just like to escape the crazy world that they live in. So they make up an alternative identity so they can party or rock out without worrying about the paparazzi.”

“Wait, then how will you know which one is Nino?” Marinette asks. While the concept was cool, she wasn’t sure if she would like to hide her identity from the people she was close to. Unless she really need to.

Alya shows her a picture of Nino wearing a green mask. She then shows the others and they start to be on the look out for him.

“Well I hope he passes by so we can thank him for this cool VIP experience.” Rose says excitedly. “And it’s been awhile since I’ve seen him so we have to catch up.”

Marinette smiles and their drinks arrive. They give a quick cheers before they start drinking.

After twenty minutes of talking and joking around with one another, the lights in their section went down and so did the ones on the stage. The crowd yells out in excitement and the girls get closer to the recliner to watch the show.

Marinette can see a group of boys walk out to the stage and the start of the guitar. The lights turned back on and everyone went crazy over the band on stage.

She can see the name of the band written on the drums, Cataclysm.

What an unusual name, she tells herself as the lead singer begins to sing. He was a fantastic singer and Marinette closes her eyes as she vibes with the loud music playing.

Her friends were clearly enjoying themselves and were maybe a little bit too loud compared to the other attendees who were watching the show in the first floor. She followed along with her friends, also dancing and laughing.

Marinette looked down again at the stage, the band finishing up their first song. The lights were finally on the lead singer and when her eyes stared directly at him, she froze.

XX

(An hour before the show)

Chat Noir, or Adrien Agreste as his most of his close friends and family knew him by, fixing up his black eyeliner and mask. His bandmates were doing the same or sitting on the couch before it was time for them to go up.

Nino comes in and was beaming with excitement.

“What’s up with you?” Jared asks, fixing the strings of his guitar.

“Oh nothing just that Alya and the girls are finally coming to check out the band!” Nino announced.

“Yeah, Mylene texted me that she was here.” Ivan brought up.

Kim was stretching. “Any of them single?”

“Kim, these are our friends from school. Besides aren’t you still seeing Ondine?” Max brings up.

Kim shrugs. “It’s complicated.”

“Actually there is one girl who is single.” Nino answers Kim’s question. “Maybe big shot over here can finally get his first girlfriend.” He points at Adrien who was resting comfortably on the couch.

Adrien opens one eye and looks at Nino. “I can get a girlfriend if I wanted to.” He closes his eyes again and stretches his arms out as he sat up. “But I told you. If I’m getting a girlfriend I want them to fall for me, not Adrien Agreste.”

While he loved his life as the son of famous renowned fashion designer, Gabriel Agreste, it came with consequences.

The main one would be how he made friends. While he was home schooled for a good portion of his early childhood, he was able to attend a real school when he turned fourteen. It was a private school, but to him it was something. But based on how people treated him, he knew he was getting a weird taste of privilege that he didn’t want.

It started with how guys would want to come over only to his place and never bothered to invite him to theirs. Sure his father was strict, but he would’ve allowed it as long as it didn’t interfere with his studies. But no his friends at the time wouldn’t bother.

Then every holiday his locker would be packed with constant love letters or presents girls would leave for him. Not to be rude he accepted the small tokens of appreciation but he never liked it.

He hated this and when he would meet up with his friend Chloe, she convinced him to transfer to her school. It was closer to his place and not as crowded as his private school.

“I mean you’ll still be surrounded by peasants, but you’ll be with me Adrikins!”

And after one long and difficult hour of convincing his father, he agreed to let him transfer to College Francoise Dupont. There he met probably his closet friends and met the love of his life...

“Adrien? Oh Adrien,” Nino says his name in a song like tune. “Time for the show, let’s go.”

Adrien gets up and grabs his guitar. “Let’s do this guys!”

His friends chuckle and they do their backstage circle before they get on stage. While they usually start off the show with one of their classics, they decided to start slow before playing their more hardcore stuff.

As Adrien, he never could be on stage with people constantly watching his every move and wonder how he will fuck up his family name. But as Chat Noir, he belonged to no one. He wasn’t the son of a famous fashion designer. He wouldn’t be in the tabloids the next day. No instead he got to play till his hearts content and go home.

That was until he looked up at the balcony where a group of girls were cheering them on.

And that’s when he spotted her. Even though his eyes were slightly blinded by the bright lights, he can still see her raven black hair that can be mistaken for a dark blue. She blue bell eyes that he can stare at all day. There was only one girl who can ever have him in a trance such as this.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

The girl who stole his heart and the one who will forever be known as his first love.

He continued to sing into the microphone, not removing his eyes from her. “Just another day started out like any other. Just another girl who took my breath away.” He sang, continuing on with his performance. The crowd loved it, girls getting closer to the stage to get his and the others attention.

But Adrien can only stare at one girl.

The one who got away.

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Sweet Treat

Genre: Smut

Warning: Sub!Xiaojun, Dom!Reader, Femdom, Temperature play, Food play, Nipple play, Bondage, Edging (for quite a long time lol), (Slight) Spanking, PIV (protected), Handjob, Toys used, Wet and sticky sweets

Word Count: 2395

A/N:

1. This is to celebrate WayV's comeback🎉🎆🎖️🎇🎊🏅🌟 Tho I have already postponed it for too long

2. Xiaojun's surgical mask looks like a damn collar here so I just can't stop my wild imaginations to own him. Goodbye.

3. Schoolwork is fucking killing me asdjfhkjdkhfhjsdkn so this does not guarantee regular updates I am sorry sweeties for keeping you waiting for so long :( 

4. I know this is an old pic, but it is what inspired me to picture him in a lacy black collar :P and it also showed how fucking long I have postponed this fic

5. Anyways Xiaojun is delicious af I love him, and he distracts me from the current catastrophe I am in rn so enjoy this

  The fresh scent of pastry filled the air of your apartment, its sweetness seemingly undertoning a leisurable afternoon tea time, yet your mind is on something else. 

  You take a sip of your freshly brewed black tea, feeling the aroma and warmth coating the inner sides of your mouth, while relishing the sight of the sinful image on the bed. Xiaojun's hands are secured to either side of the bedpost, with his neck adorned in an elegant lacy black collar, back leaning against the headboard, eyes glossy with desperation as the vibrating ring is doing sins to his still fully clothed erection.

  "Pathetic." You remark with a smirk, before drinking a mouthful of the warm liquid again.

Urgent babbles of plead and your title began to roll off Xiaojun's tongue like a mantra, demanding release. You simper seductively while approaching him, dipping your fingers in the glass of iced water settled on the bedside drawer long enough before climbing on the bed to straddle him.

  You exhale a warm gust of air on his exposed cleavage before trailing it with your icy fingers, then shove them under the black fabric to tease his left nipple. As Xiaojun tenses up against the cold sensation, you unbutton more of his shirt and force it open even wider, starting to flick his right nipple with your still hot tongue, and watch the ethereal blonde crumble against the contrasting stimulation with gleeful contentment.

  “You taste so good little cupcake…” You coo as you suck the sensitive bud between your hot damp lips, moaning on it as your cold fingertips tweak the other, causing him to let out delicious whimpers. “Fuck, keep making sounds like that and I’m going to devour you…”

  Xiaojun bites his plump lips to stifle the erotic noises in response, failing to notice he only looks extra alluring doing so. “Such a tease…” You cradle his cheek with your hand, admiring the artwork lovingly, then reach for the glass on the drawer again.

  "This is a little reminder that you shouldn't be fucking with my mind or I will fucking torture you…" You smirk as you slide a small ice cube on his clavicle area, then go up to his neck, lightly tracing it circumferentially in search of the most sensitive spots, eventually tucking the freezing cuboid under his collar after locating one.

  “You like this, hmm? Getting all wet and wrecked...” You deliberately breathed near the cube, causing more liquid to trickle down Xiaojun’s neck, which feels like tendrils of electricity twining around and gradually taking over his body to him. “Do you want this nasty little thing to get in between us, or you want my mouth on you instead?”

  “Please Miss...use your mouth…” The bitter cold temperature on his skin along with the teasingly slow vibrations on his cock both make him crave your touch, or anything directly from you even more.

  “As expected, “ You pull on the collar to remove the ice underneath, making sure to make the lacy fabric slap against him upon release. “but not quite…” You chuckle as you glide the melting substance down his chest, watching him whimper and attempt to steer his torso away from the torment, but to no avail because of the restraints.

  "Ooh looks like my poor baby is suffering...let me warm you up a little…" You mock while trailing your tongue down his previously cooled down regions, as you wickedly work the cube around his areola, triumph overflowing inside you as Xiaojun lets out incoherent breathy moans with his eyes closed, then a much louder one erupts from him as you suddenly suck hard on his flesh as you press the devilish thing right on the most sensitive bud.

  "So easily fucked out, aren't you?" You seductively whisper and nip at his earlobe. "Can't even handle a bit teasing...how am I supposed to enjoy my little dessert if you mess yourself up too soon?" You begin to ruthlessly torture his other nipple with the residue of the cube.

  "Ahhh...please Miss I've been good! Please stop teasing me...please…"

  "Why should I rush? That's not the way how you savor gourmet desserts baby boy…"

  "No, please...just do it already...please Miss I want you…"

  “Hmm... I’m not sure what you mean by that. You have to ditch the euphemism and tell me directly what you want little thing…”

  Xiaojun blushes, both from arousal and embarrassment. “I want your mouth or...that sweet warm cavern ...on me...my…”

  “On which part of you? Hmm?” You darkly chuckle as you grind on him, pretending not to know what he actually means.

  “Ahhh.. my... cock! Please, it hurts so much without you. Please fuck me already…”

  “Really? I thought you want me to touch you tease you feel you up…” You taunt as you switch up the vibrations to the medium setting, making the poor boy gasp and jolt underneath you.

  “No-ahh! You can do whatever you want...just don’t tease me anymore…mmfff”

  “Whatever, huh? Be careful what you wish for my little plaything…” You turn the ring to the highest setting before completely open up his shirt, kissing and licking down his happy trail as you tug the waistbands of both his trousers and boxers, allowing some cool air to get in contact with his bare throbbing length, rendering him into a whimpering squirming mess.

  "Awww looks like my slutty sweetie is impatient to get ravished. But you know, the crust must be tasted first before getting to the filling inside…"

  Your lips linger at his pelvic region, blinking up at him and smirking provocatively with fingers still fondling and groping his clothed neediness despite Xiaojun's pleads. The feeling that how his undergarments are held up open, so teasingly close to some release, yet still denied by you, is driving Xiaojun insane.

  "Please Miss I’m really begging you...mmm...my pathetic cock wants your direct touch…"

  "That's my good boy who knows his place." You sit up, satisfied with his self-degradation, caressing his abdomen as you finally remove his trousers, revealing the white briefs with black bolded "All You Can Eat" printed on the crotch area that you gave him as a gift. One more sinful thing added to the image is the way how his pre-cum has stained the thin briefs to make it slightly transparent, his twitching cock visible underneath.

  "Fuck…" You groan as you wrap your lips around his shaft, before pushing the clothing to the side, making his reddish leaking cock spring free under relentless vibrations.

   “So beautiful and delicious…" You hum between sensual glossal movements around his pulsating heat. "If this is what I get for not eating the marshmallow too soon, I will definitely wait until this sweetness brew into its full bloom every time…" You brush messily along his shaft with slightly parted lips, making sure to taste every part of him as he erotically squirms and whimpers underneath, voice laced with some gratification now that he's finally allowed some light release.

  Xiaojun's blissful moment of relief doesn't last long as it's soon interrupted by a ding echoing in your room. You shoot him a suggestive glance warning him to stay in his place, before getting up to retrieve the nectarous addition to your play.

  You soon return to him with a white chocolate molten lava cake, before pressing a spoon into the exterior while smirking at how his stare is fixed on the buttery liquid oozing out of the collapsing cake.

  "Let's add some sweet dressing to this delicate confection, shall we?" You hum while ridding him of all undergarments, before tilting the platter, allowing the cream to trickle down from his clavicle all the way down to pubic region, the resemblance of its color to something sinful is almost too titillating for you to handle.

  "I can promise that your body is gonna be stained with your own cum exactly like this." You dab the tip of your tongue on a droplet of the melted chocolate on his chest. "But it's after I finish this enticing meal…"

  "Please don't take too long…"

  "Aww this is not for you to decide, pretty boy." You condescendingly reply as you turn off the vibrating ring. "Stay still and obediently let me eat you up at my own pace, and I might consider granting you release sooner."

  You hover your body over him, sensually twirling your tongue on all the spots you know that would drive him crazy from your experience, while lapping, nipping on the sweetness and tasting the texture of his skin.

  You feel your throat go dry because of your burning desires as well as the sticky substance you just consumed. “Get a taste of yourself.” You hum while sloppily twirling your tongue with his, feeling his eager wetness wrapped against you as his head pressed harder toward you, signaling for more contact. Noticing this, you slowly envelop your hand around his throbbing length, jerking it up and down smoothly and sensually, earning teary whines from him in response.

  Soon Xiaojun’s frustration became evident as his hips bucked desperately against you. “Hot and bothered and all mine, how cute.” You slapped the side of his bottom as a warning for him to stay still though you loved the sinful sight so much. “No use trying to seduce me like that,” You got off from his body to prepare for subsequent bliss that drove your mind slightly hazy even just by thinking about it. “this would only get you punished even harder…”

  “Punish me then, Miss...take all that is yours…” Xiaojun’s dick twitched from the sight of you opening the wrapper of the condom, legs parted even wider.

  “Really? I thought you so hate to be controlled…but look at you now acting like a little slut at the mere thought of me fucking you hmm?”

  “I am not-ahh!” Xiaojun’s retort was interrupted by another sharp slap across his bottom.

  “Stop faking because all you seem to enjoy now is to live as my personal favorite snack supply.” You triumphantly glared at him while pressing sloppy kisses against his chocolate-stained skin, all the way from his neck to pelvis while sheathing and lubricating his sensitive flesh, tongue relentlessly flicking around the base of his cock.

  “Please Mistress… I can’t hold it in anymore...please fuck me already pleeaaase…” You know this plead is for real because being the collected person Xiaojun usually is, he must be nearing his edge to beg so blatantly like this, but you were enjoying his suffering too much to give him the release he craved.

  “Poor boy...but I would like to add more seasoning before I finally devour you.” You smirk as you pour spoonfuls of the white chocolate residue on his body again, savoring the arousing sight before proceeding to undress and position yourself on his cock, watching him tremble and gasp under every contact between you.

  You steadily began to bounce on him, leaning down to press wet kisses on his lips and whisper more nasty compliments to him just to make him blush even more, his gorgeous features forming an epitome of orgasmic bliss as you pick up your pace. He looked so ethereal and fairylike, that incited the devilish desire burning inside you to ruin and corrupt. You want you to be the single center of his attention, the only thing that matters to him at this very moment. You want you to be the last and only thing he sees before he gets completely engulfed and submerged under the pleasure you are giving him.

  “I just can’t get enough of you, sweet boy.” You softly coo as you press even closer to him, lapping up some sweet fluids before intruding his mouth with your tongue, your fingers tangled in his hair, as you savored the way how he rocked his hips and moaned against you, as well as the loud snaps and squelching noises of your hips slamming against each other.

  You then coo how much of a good boy he is as you untie him, and the way he quickly wrapped you into a tight embrace as soon as he was freed made your heart flutter. Soaking your fingers with the sauce on his body, you insert them into his mouth as he sucked on them eagerly from time to time in between sensual sloppy kisses. You lost track of how much time your lips and tongues were entwined, the sweet texture of chocolate lubricating and heating up the passion among you, gradually pushing you both to climax.

  You then slowly rode him out of his orgasm, relishing the enticing afterglow as your heartbeat gradually dropped back to its normal pace. After burying your face into the crook of his neck to catch your breath, you intended to get up to clear away the mess, yet Xiaojun’s embrace hindered you from going anywhere.

  “What?” You chided playfully.

  “Miss I am so exhausted because of you...you were so cruel…”

  “Only I get to decide when you could cum, sweetie.” You simpered while ruffling his hair with your other hand cradling his cheek. “You are just so beautiful eyes glossy and totally messed up, I can’t help but torture you until-”

  “Stop!” Xiaojun slapped your arm while rolling away from you giggling.

  “Hmm be in denial like this, next time I shall get some whipped cream on this cherry core-” You began as you reached for his nipple.

  “Ahhhh no!” Xiaojun exclaimed as he smacked your devilish hand away.

  “But you do enjoy being my personal snack for me to devour, don’t you baby?” You lowered your voice with your hot breath near his earlobe, then giggled as he blushed crimson red once again.

  Xiaojun was totally clinging on you as you finally managed to drag him to the shower room, streams of warm water massaging both of your sore erogenous core as another current of amorous electricity washed over you, as he became noticeably hard again.

  "I thought you said you were exhausted?" You narrowed your eyes mischievously, as he just sheepishly avoided your gaze while biting on his lip.

  “Round two?” You gently run your hand up and down along his torso, noticing his ever so slight nod.

  “This time, I will be much softer on you, my sweet little treat.”

[slythraco]

Hateful - D.M (Part 2)

Summary: Draco Malfoy falling for a Gryffindor, sounds mental right ? If only you knew.

Warnings: Swears

Words count: 2K

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"Can we put it off until tomorrow? I can't take it anymore..." You complain on your potion book under the amused gaze of Draco. "No way, You're not going to get off that easy." You sigh loudly to make him understand that his answer does not suit you. He giggles. "Courage Y/N, you got this !" You smile when you hear his encouragements. You nod as you look at your watch on your wrist, it's been two hours already and your head was hurting from all the explanation Draco gave you. You've seen each other in the library after school for a week now. You had agreed that these "study" meetings should remain secret for his reputation and you, to avoid an argument with your friends, but every night you seemed to get on a little better with each other. Which was not displeasing you, you no longer had to put up with his scathing remarks every day during the day.  

You frown when you realise what time it was. "Cricket ! I should be with Ginny right now !" You shouted in panic. "Why ?" Draco asked, confused. "I told her i would help her to prepare the party tonight !" Draco frowns while you quickly get up to pick up your stuff and put it in your bag. "The party in the Gryffondor common room ?" He asked, curiously. "Yes ! You're coming ?" You ask as you put your bag on your shoulder once everything is packed up in it, all it rests is your potion book that you take against your chest. Draco gets up at his turn. Anyway, he had nothing to do in the library if you leave. "Um...no. I don't think i'll be welcomed there." He complains, it's true, a Slytherin, surrounded by Gryffondors who hates him, it didn't sound like a good idea. "Come on, since when do you care about what people think ? Especially if you have a chance to annoy them !" You tease as you put a light punch on his arm, making him slightly tilt. "You're right. But I had other plans tonight." You nod as a respond, a bit disappointed, it would've been a good thing if Draco came, you would've the chance to discover him in other circumstances then a potions lesson. "Alright, see you next time then !" You shouted before making your way towards the door. Draco looks at you, sadly, he secretly hoped that your course did not shorten.

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The party was in full swing, Ginny and you had made an amazing work, everyone was having fun. You were currently dancing with her and Hermione on the dance floor when you hear the Muggle-born. "What is he doing here?" She shouted, you frown and look in the direction she was looking. You gasp when you see Draco accompanied by Blaise, but all you could see was his wearing his black suit that made you feverish for a second. You didn't if it was the effect of the drinks of fire whiskey you took or just that he was attractive to you all of a sudden but he had an effect on you, you couldn't lie. "I'll make him go, i'll be right back !" Ginny proposed but you quickly stop her by putting your arm before her. "No don't worry ! I'll talk to him !" You don't let her say anything before you disappear in the crowd to join Draco. Without him seeing you, you grab his arm and quickly pull him behind a wall so no-one can see you too. "You came!" You scream out of joy while Draco takes a second to figure out where he suddenly is Until his eyes finally meet yours, he takes a second to look at your outfit, you looked really good and it kind of disturbed him.

IIndeed, it was the first time he saw you in something else, then your school uniform. " Are you okay?" Your voice gets him out of his thoughts. He blinks quickly to come back to reality. "Yes, sorry! You're just..." You tilt your head to the side, confused. "I...?" He was about to answer but two identical men appeared out of nowhere. "So we hide from other people's eyes ?" One of them asked. "What do you want ?" You avoid the question by asking another one. "We were looking for you !" Georges shouted while Draco didn't know where to put himself. "Why ?" You frown. "Take this !" Fred hand you a little vial filled with a colourless liquid. "What is it ?" You ask as you take it between your fingers. "Concentrated happiness." They said at the same time. "You want one too Draco ?" George proposed to the Slytherin prince. "No, thanks." He dryly said without stopping to look at you who was staring at the potion. "It's sound like a bad idea to take it." He whispers and the twins rolled their eyes. "Oh please ! We won't give it to you if it was dangerous ! It's just going to make you more happy !" Fred explained. "And more energetic. You'll love it !" You hesitate a second before opening it and drink the beverage. The blondie looked at the scene, powerless, having a bad feeling about it.

While blink a few times under the happy gaze of the Weasley twins. You could already feel the effects of it, everything around you seemed, brighter and happier. You turn to Fred and smile to him like a kid. "Well, don't we have a party to run !" You scream and they both start to scream with you. "Yeeeees ! Let's go Y/N !" George exclaims before picking off the floor to bring you back on the dance floor, far away from Draco. The Slytherin was far too worried about you to leave the party, his bad feeling didn't go away when you turned into this over-happy girl. So he stayed there, making sure you won't get in trouble.

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The troubles only came a few hours later, you were still dancing with your friends. Draco, was sitting on the couch that you and Ginny pushed to the side to make room for the dance floor. He was staring at you, it was a question of time before he interrupts all of this. You were out of control, dancing glued up to every guy who was passing by. For a reason he ignored it made him crazy to see you like that. It was the twins fault, so when George pass by, Draco quickly get up and grab the collar of his shirt. "What the fuck did you gave her !" He angrily asked the ginger head. "Hey calm down ! I just made her happier !" He tried to explain. "Shut up ! You just made her a fucking a whore !" Draco spit, looking directly into his eyes, if he had knives as eyes, George would already be dead. "Why do you even care ? Now she's really what you treated her the other day !" Draco was about to punch him but Blaise's hand stop him before he can. "Calm down Draco, we should go." Zabini proposed. "No." Draco simply responded as he let go of George who run away from him to tell the story to his brother.

He turns to look at you again, but you were gone, he starts to look around him, but you were nowhere to be found. "Where is she ?" He asked Blaise like he could know. The blondie sigh and walk on the area people were dancing on, he got grabbed a few times by drunk girls, but he quickly pushed them away. You were still nowhere but Draco joins Ginny and Hermione who were still dancing without you. "Where's Y/N ?" He asked the youngest who was probably under litres of alcohol because she gives him the information right away. "In the bathroom, why ?" She asks but Draco doesn't even take the times to answers. He heads over to the girl bathroom and gets a few dirty looks when he enters it. "Y/N ?" He shouted inside. You knock on your door to signal him where you were, Draco tries to open it, but you were lucid enough to lock it. "Are you okay ?" He asked, worried. "No..." You said in a little voice. "Open the door." The Slytherin demands in a reassuring voice, which works, you unlock the door and Draco immediately opens it. He can't help but giggle when he sees you sitting on the floor, head over the toilet bowl. "That's not funny !" You yell when you hear him laugh. "It is, did you throw up ?" He asks, you just nod as a response. "And my head hurts so bad...what happened ?" You complain, rubbing your forehead. "I'll explain to you tomorrow, come on, I'm bringing you back to your dorm." He reaches out to you and you gently take his hand, so he can help you getting up. You feel your head spinning once you're finally on your feet. "Are you okay ? I can carry you if you don't feel like walking." Draco proposed, all worried to see you like that. "No don't worry...I'm fine." You try to lie, but you almost fall when you make your first step. "Okay, come here."

Draco grabs your waist and lift you up to put you on his shoulder before starting to walk out, in the direction of your room. "Hey ! Help me ! I'm getting kidnapped !" You yell as you hit his back with the little strength you have left. Malfoy laughs a little at your attempt. "Shut up Gryffindor." You giggle at his response. "Make me, Malfoy." You tease and without no warnings your feet touches the floor and find yourself pushed to the first wall Draco had to his disposition. "Don't test me Y/L/N." The sudden proximity between you two make you both in a weird state, it was like the distance between you was still too much, you needed to make it disappear. "What ? You want to do it ?" You ask with a playful smile on your smile that made Draco go crazy. His eyes go to your lips, they seemed so desirable all of a sudden. As he slowly leans to kiss them, your arms snakes around his neck, you were ready to kiss him, but he stops a few millimetres away, making you wanting more. He saw it, how much you wanted to kiss him, and it made him, and it was driving him mental but then he remembered. You took that weird potion that is probably fucking up your brain. He then slowly pulls away, as much as he wanted to do it, he just couldn't take advantage of you. "Let's go." He takes your hand and pull you until you reach your door.

He gets out his wand and murmurs. "Alohomora." the door opens for you and you quickly enter to jump on your bed. You fall asleep in less than a second which made Draco sighs. He walks to you and remove your shoes and put the cover over your body, so you don't get cold and just when he was about to leave, you stop him. "Wait ! Stay with me..." You beg as you sit on your bed. "I barely saw you tonight..." You complain sadly. Draco consider your offer for a second. You weren't in your normal state is what he thought, he didn't want to be the kind of asshole that take advantages of someone, even less you. "I'm sorry, but I can't." He grins open your door, he turns one last time on your doorstep. "Have a good night Y/N" He murmurs before leaving for good. "You too, Draco..." You whisper too late before letting your back fall on your bed.

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