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wannabe-amateur-writer · 3 years

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Levi Ackerman X Femme Reader: Sick Boy Soldier, Modern AU

Inspired by the song: Sick Boy Soldier but you're at a party and Levi Ackerman saw you.

Sick Boy Soldier: By Palaye Royale.

Listen to it whilst reading this if you would like.

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You weren't exactly dragged to this disco. More like you and your friend suddenly wound up here after deciding to go on a late night walk.

The disco was lit with neon lights, meaning some areas were murky. A lot of people were smoking, to your distaste, but for some reason you stayed put. The music was just at the right volume and it wasn't blaring out deafening noises. It matched the setting flawlessly.

So did he...

"Y/n, you're staring", your friend nudged you once realising who you were staring at.

You snapped out of your trance, quickly taking a sip of your drink to recompose yourself from the embarrassment.

''He's hot'', your friend stated. Eyes traveling back to the stranger, your body tingled with a feeling quite alien to you. You unwillingly found yourself nodding your head in agreement and only knew what you were doing once hearing the muffled snicker of your friend.

"Shut up", you mumble, setting your eyes downcast to look at the table instead.

"He's looking at you", your friend whispered after a few seconds.

"Liar", you retort, taking another sip of your drink with a metal straw.

"I swear his eyes are traveling towards your direction", your eyes rolled at your friend's words.

"He's definitely staring at you".

Your eyes glanced up to catch his eyes, just briefly though as your phone went off. You received a text from another friend, luckily your phone was already placed upwards on the table so you didn't have to pick it up.

"He's so fucking hot", your friend blurted.

You hit their thigh lightly with the back of your hand, indicting they should shut up but they didn't take the hint.

"He's literally devouring you with his eyes", they went on.

A small smirk met his lips, as if he heard that once you looked back up.

"Oh shit...", you murmur, thinking he did actually hear.

"Chill, he's quite far away, plus this music is kinda loud", they reassure you.

'Oh, I heard it'.

His eyes travel back to his friend, who was blabbering this whole time. He responded back.

"Damn, you hear how silky his voice is?!", your friend gushed. The man's eyes landed back in your direction.

'Silky?'

"Oh my god...", you face palm, "he sure as fuck heard that".

'So adorable'.

This time his orbs didn't move from your figure. Your body sizzled under his intense gaze.

"Go talk to him dude! The man can't stop looking at ya", your friend encouraged you, nudging you again, "and from the looks of it, neither can you".

"Very funny", you comment at the last bit, your eyes only wandering from your glass to the stranger.

His chin was being held up by his index finger, his head facing his friend but his eyes were solely on you, occasionally glancing back at his friend but only for a brief second or two. His figure was illuminated by the neon lights behind him, making him stand out more than usual.

"His attention is just on you. It's like he's not even aware his friend is still there", they say.

"You're fawning", you point out.

"You're literally drooling", they shot back causing you to roll your eyes again. You received another message.

"Someone's popular tonight".

"It was the same person", you retort, picking up the phone to swiftly respond. Once putting your phone back down, your eyes inadvertently flicker towards the man. Once locking eyes with him, he smirks again.

"He winked at you!!!!", your friend squeaked, "oh my lord. Go talk to him, like now".

You didn't know how to handle this but realised the pungent stench of cigarettes was getting more prominent.

"Ugh, it stinks so bad in here", your face scrunched up in disgust as you cover your nose and mouth with a hand.

'Now there's another cute expression'.

"We'll leave after you speak to him", your friend remarks.

"Are you serious? No, not happening. He's probably just bored and looking around", you try come up with excuses, not realising you said it a bit too loud.

'Bored? Yes, until my eyes landed on you and your amusing expressions'.

''Go to him dude or you'll regret it", your friend said, eyebrows wiggling.

"No, no. He's probably not even interested. Let's just leave".

"Oof, too late", your friend instantly scurried off.

"Hey, where are you-?", you halted once you glanced up to see the man was gone. Someone sat down to your right. From the corner of your eye, you realised it was him.

'Oh god. Oh fuck!!', you thought, freaking the hell out.

"Hey", he said, facing you. His back was right against the elongated baroque styled sofa.

'Okay, his voice is so fucking smoky and hot'.

"Hey-hi", you stammer for words, desperately trying to shake your thoughts.

"You don't seem like the sort to come here", he continued.

You laugh nervously, "haha, yeah, no. I dislike it here".

"Mm, I see why", he faced ahead instead.

"Do you come here often?'', you ask.

Maybe you shouldn't have because now you regained his attention. His eyes swallowed you whole.

He chuckled slightly, "yeah, you could say that".

You felt like you were missing something from what he said.

"Oh... Do you smoke?"

He shook his head, "nah, it tastes and smells disgusting".

He got that right.

You look ahead at his friend who was conversing with someone else. His eyes dart towards you again, taking you all in. He leaned in but you only realised once the back of his index finger stroked up and down near your temple. You jolt from shock before you felt your rapidly beating heart sprinting inside of you.

He again chuckled at your reaction.

"What's your name?", he asked.

"My-my name? Oh, um... It's Y/n! My name is Y/n", you stutter, almost forgetting everything about yourself, "what's-what's yours?"

"My name's Levi. Nice to meet'cha, Y/n'', he gives you a half smile as his index finger wraps around a strand of your silky hair.

"You too...", you manage to breathe out, closing your eyes for a second.

After a little bit of chatting with Levi (who was still playing with the strand of your hair), you remember your friend.

"Oh! Sorry, I have to go", you swiftly state, "my friend– they're waiting for me. I'm so sorry. Bye!", you apologise, getting up and gathering your stuff. You give him a wave with a sheepish smile before heading off.

You barely just caught onto his words, "see ya around Y/n".

You find your friend, Zara, pretty easily as she was near the exit. Once she saw you, her eyes lit up in excitement.

"So how'd it go??", she asked.

"Okay, he was nice but I'll probably never see him again. Anyways let's go", you say, wanting to cut the conversation short and keep the details to a minimum.

'Every second that passed that I was still near him made me melt. His voice was as smooth as honey. His eyes were like black holes and they were consuming me and my every move. His touch though... That was the worst of them all. Every time he touched me, my skin was on fire and I think he knew it too'.

"Wait, I gotta grab my phone. Brb", she exclaimed, disappearing into the crowd once more.

You decided to meet her by the car, you couldn't stand being in there another second. Your mind still ran back to when you asked Levi if he went there often. You definitely didn't pick up on something but what?

"Back!!", Zara yelled, unlocking the door for you. You swiftly open the door to the passenger seat, it was too damn cold right now.

"I'm sleeping over yours tonight'', Zara breathed out once inside the car. You giggle at her reaction before agreeing.

~Time Skip~

After the two of you got some pizza, you both went to your house. Once inside, your roommate greeted you.

"You guys are back so late", he stated.

"But Y/n messaged you back", Zara stated, "plus her eyes were a little too preoccupied''. She nudged you before joining Zach on the couch.

"Wait, what?''

"Y/n met a guy-"

"Zara!!", you shout at her.

"What?", she innocently shrugs her shoulders.

"Shut. Up", you chuck your purse at her which she just about managed to catch.

"I want details!!", Zach now sat cross legged on the couch, eagerly staring at you both.

You facepalm as Zara goes on about how hot he was and how you were almost drooling.

"Y/nnn", the two whine on the couch as you move about the house, putting things away.

"Yes?", you groan.

"What was his name?", Zara asked for at least the hundredth time.

"Levi. His name was Levi. And why are you both making such a big deal out of it? It's not like I'll ever see him again".

Zara had a grin plastered on her face as she held up your phone, "I wouldn't be too sure about that".

You squint your eyes at her, "what did you do?"

"Well you know how I said I had to go and grab my phone...?"

"You got his number, didn't you?"

She gave you a sheepish grin as your phone went off, "he texted you".

Your eyes widen as you sprint towards her, snatching your phone from her grasp. You leave to your room as your two friends whine in complaint. You only did that because you knew she would have read the message out loud and responded back.

You peer at your phone to see that he did in fact message you.

#Fawning💋😍😘🤤👅💋: Hey, this is Levi (the guy from the disco). Your friend gave me your number.

Your eyes widen at the name Zara put down for him. Why did you expect her to put a sensible name anyways?

You: Hi, I'm so sorry about her. I swear she meant well, I'm also really sorry if she threatened you for your number.

#Fawning💋😍😘🤤👅💋: It's okay, I was actually the one who asked her for your number.

You: Wait... Really??

A small blush adorned your cheeks as a smile arose on your lips.

#Fawning💋😍😘🤤👅💋: Yeah.

#Fawning💋😍😘🤤👅💋: Sorry, I just wanted to talk to you more.

The blood in your body warmed up so much. This guy was very straightforward and candid.

You: It's okay, I'm glad you did so but I doubt you even remember my name, never mind what I look like.

#Fawning💋😍😘🤤👅💋 is typing...

#Fawning💋😍😘🤤👅💋: your name is Y/N. (E/c) eyes. (H/l), (h/c) hair. (H).

You: Okay... I guess you do remember.

#Fawning💋😍😘🤤👅💋: Apart from my name, what do you remember about me?

You: you have kinda short, black hair and grey eyes that look a little bit blue. You're pretty tall, like really tall.

#Fawning💋😍😘🤤👅💋: Hm, I didn't actually expect you to remember.

You: 😇

You: Me neither... But luckily I did.

#Fawning💋😍😘🤤👅💋: Are you free tomorrow?

You: After 2:30pm, I am.

#Fawning💋😍😘🤤👅💋: Would you like to grab a coffee?

Did you really want to? He was a complete stranger after all. But it would be in a public setting so he wouldn't be able try anything. You bit your lower lip as you weighed out the options.

'C'mon Y/n, just give the guy a shot. He could be a genuine guy'.

'What's the point, he'll lose interest as quickly as he gained it'.

'You never know until you take the chance'.

Your phone pinged again.

#Fawning💋😍😘🤤👅💋: I'll be sure to make it worth your while.

You bit your lip even more but the smile you were trying to mask peaked it's way through.

You: Where and when?

#Fawning💋😍😘🤤👅💋: 4pm, at L'Vistro's?

You: Sounds cool. I'll see you then.

#Fawning💋😍😘🤤👅💋: Okay, night Y/N.

You: Goodnight Levi.

You turned off your phone and stared at the blank screen for a few minutes, the messages still carved into your mind. You let out a small squeal in delight. You couldn't believe this... Maybe Zara giving out your number to a complete stranger actually worked in your favour for once.

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I know Levi isn't tall but he is in the fic.

#captain levi #levi x y/n #levi x you #levi aot #levi attack on titan #levi au #levi ackerman #fanfiction #fandom #anime #x fem!reader #x reader #sick boy soldier #palaye royale inspired #tall levi #nightclub

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neverdoingmuch · 3 years

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now hear me out,,, an au where lan wangji is an editor who works for an erotica publisher and wei wuxian is essentially chuck tingle. (also lwj writes romance novels on the side)

wei wuxian didn’t plan to write erotica he wants to make that really clear, he was actually studying like biomed or something equally “oh wow my parents can brag to the other parents about this”

but, as frequently happens in wwx’s life, he got drunk with nhs, like really drunk and they woke up the next morning with a laptop on the floor beside them and loose paper strewn everywhere

they don’t really remember what they were doing or thinking last night but they’ve both drawn a bunch of really shitty and weird porn (the less said about the anthropomorphic version of wen chao’s pet turtle the better) and wei wuxian has like 20,000 words of an erotica story on his laptop

when he starts reading it, at first he’s like haha what the fuck this is so weird but then it turned out to be really good??? and nhs blushed at some of the ~sexy~ scenes so that’s how wwx knew he was writing the good stuff

anyway they’re sitting there, eating their hangover food and wei wuxian goes so uh my story was good right? and nhs is like yeah it was, top stuff i would buy it and wei wuxian goes what if i actually wrote it,,, haha just kidding,,,,, unless?

and in his defence he doesn’t actually write anything for the story for another like three months but then he finds himself in the middle of exam season and he’s like fuck it stress relief let’s write some erotica

he finishes the book and his exams (which he does well in but whatever) and then spends his summer holidays editing the book

when he comes back, he slaps down a paper copy on nhs’ desk and is like i finished it. nhs, thinking he meant his latest lab write up, opens it up to a random page and starts reading it out loud which was a Mistake

he trails off mid-sentence, and whips around to glare at wwx with all the wrath he can muster. it’s raunchy nhs says and just read it wwx tells him so nhs does

like 2 hours later nhs turns to him and says if it wasnt for you and the librarian staring at me the whole time i definitely would’ve felt something and wwx is like so it’s good? and nhs is like fuck yeah it is but i dont get what you want from me?

pretty much wwx passed out after exams, slept for like 20 hours and then woke up and went i should publish this and decided that nhs should draw the cover art.

nhs agrees of course and a month later wwx self-publishes bc there’s no way he can walk into a publishing house with his porn and not just combust on the spot and he decides to go by the name yiling patriarch

wwx clicks the final button to upload the fic and nhs just toasts him and goes yknow what,, this is the closest you’ve ever gotten to having sex and i’m proud of you

wei wuxian is the man who guarded his first kiss for the first twenty years of his life for someone special,,,, wwx definitely wants his first time to be special and there’s no way he’s putting out for someone he doesn’t think is important & despite having dated before, he’s never gotten close enough to someone to go yeah let’s do it so our boy is still a virgin

so wwx’s entire erotica writing inspiration comes from porn, nhs’ way too in-depth answers as to how his latest date went and uh more porn

wwx blusters about a bit bc how is he meant to respond to that and nhs is like maybe you’ll finally move on from reading those trashy romance novels and read something more exciting and wwx is like how dare you call them trashy!! hanguang-jun is a master of the romance novels!! he understands the heart in a way that no other person has ever!!

and nhs just chugs a bunch of wine and is like yeah hon okay, do you still blush when the main characters hold hands? and wwx is like no! of course not! (it’s a lie, he blushes a lot)

so nothing really happens with the book at first and wwx forgets about it for the most part but then he wakes up one morning and he’s got an extra like RMB 1000 (i dont actually know much about currency so it’s roughly $200 if my quick interneting is legit)

wwx is like wtf? and once he finds out it’s from his novel he’s doubly like wtf? but then he finds out that someone had purchased his book and did a dramatic reading on youtube bc wwx decided that regular erotica was boring and decided to make it satirical or whatever and people loved it??

he’s got nothing better to do so he just goes hm yeah remember that Author i dated who had an “incredible idea that would absolutely amaze The Critics and helped explore his own convoluted mind” let’s make something of that and he writes another book kinda mocking that idea in a very horny way.

he publishes it and someone writes a review of his two books on their blog and now he’s actually starting to get popular - he’s got more money from those two books than he did by working at the local cafe for the whole week

wwx is poor and broke and semi-disowned anyway by this point so he goes fuck it and spends every moment he’s not studying writing erotica.

he publishes another like five books by the time the year is out (i know the maths isnt working here but this is a book world where wwx can just do that via the power of loneliness and friends who egg you on)

also?? he varies his books. some of them are porn parody things a la chuck tingle and some of them are genuine porn and one book was just him writing a recipe book but making it sound as horny as possible

by the time he’s published his like 8th book or so he starts getting reviews that are critiquing his book and most of them boil down to the fact that he needs an editor or something

he ends up asking nhs for help and he’s like oh sweet my brother’s boyfriend works for a publisher who does that sort of thing

cloud recesses actually specialises in erotica and i hate the idea that lqr has spent years reading and editing erotica but sacrifices must be made

(side note that i know nothing about the writing or publishing process so pls don’t judge me too harshly)

wwx goes in with his latest manuscript and ends up arriving like ten minutes late, he rushes into the room sweaty and hot, takes one look at the guy sitting on the other side of the desk, flushes an even brighter red and runs back out of the room. he checks the plaque on the door and walks back in slowly and goes hm i didnt expect you to be so hot

cue lan wangji

lwj has always enjoyed being an editor. what do editor do specifically? idk? edit? regardless, he enjoys it.

while most of the time he’s happy working from this side of things he also likes writing

lwj fucks. he deserves it tbh. but, while he’s had a tonne of one night stands and fuckbuddies, he’s never actually dated someone. so the fact that he’s writing romance novels under the pseudonym hanguang-jun makes his friend jzx laugh a lot

he tried writing porn once and he just couldn’t do it. it was always too clinical or vague and lacked any actual passion bc he was always going oh okay mc sucks a dick but the guy i slept with last week was like a 6.4/10 when it came to sucking dick so maybe mc should also be bad at it or whatever and it just ends up falling apart,,,, but romance he can do

as an editor lwj has pretty high standards for good erotica but he’s really found himself enjoying yiling patriarch’s work even though he’s clearly just been editing himself so when the guy sent cloud recesses an email asking whether they’d be interested in his latest book lwj was ecstatic.

he also didnt expect wwx to be so hot

anyway,,, we now get to enjoy a week of lwj thinking that wwx is super hot but even more annoying and then him deciding that annoying is hot and now wwx is just absolutely amazing and wwx is just panicking the entire time

i want my publisher to rail me so hard wwx texts nhs and nhs just responds has he read the bdsm scene with the alien who has a tentacle dick and a knot yet? and wwx is like no??? nhs just goes shame, it will give him so ideas for if you ever grow a backbone and just ask him out

they publish one book together and nothing happened between them the entire time other than yearning and horniness,, of the heart and body.

when wwx realises this means that he won’t get to see lwj again he immediately writes a new book and like a month later he’s back in lwj’s office, lying on his couch while whining about the cafeteria prices at university

lwj is very enamoured by the fact that wwx is writing erotica and studying biomed bc wow

they do this for like another three books and wwx’s eroticas evolve from here’s a dinosaur man fucking a politician while a mary sue watches on to be like here’s a dinosaur man with black hair and golden eyes and a stern look to his face fucking a politician while a mary sue watches on

and hanguang-jun’s latest book?? i dont want to say that this au’s version of wangxian is hanguang-jun finally finding inspiration to write porn (his muse is wwx of course) and writing the most amazing porn with feelings and plot novel ever,, but it is.

wwx read it five times in the first week and when nhs finally tried to read it he was like uhhh wwx are you a narcissist, the love interest is exactly like you? and wwx is like ??? no???? he’s nothing like me??

anyway one day wwx gets called into lxc’s office and lxc is like so i’ve read your latest book (not the dinosaur man, a serious one with like normal people and not overly humorous thank fuck but still full of lwj yearning) and wwx is like okay? and lxc goes yes, see i was worried that you didn’t care very much for my brother but after reading your book i’m not so sure and wwx gets the weirdest shovel talk ever which is interspersed with like compliments for his porn writing skills

anyway lxc accidentally mentions that lwj writes books too and before he can take it back wwx is like who??? and lxc is like are you fucking stupid?? you told lwj to his face that you loved his books,,, he broke his theme of tender romance to write kinky sex with a character that’s a lot like you and wwx is like .,,,,,,,,, hanguang-jun??? HANGUANG-JUN???!!

lxc barely manages to confirm it before wwx is sprinting out of his office and across to find lwj.

regretfully for everyone else, lwj is in the lobby so thirty people get to hear it when wwx comes in and shouts LAN ZHAN!! back then, i really wanted write porn about you! ... i think i have actually? but i want to write porn about you and i want to be able to do the research to make it accurate! and i also want to go on dates and hold hands and feed each other food! and i love you a lot!

lwj is dying inside bc his brother’s bf is there, his uncle is currently waiting for the elevators and a whole bunch of staff are also there but also wwx likes him??? dinosaur man was lwj??

he goes over and they make out for a really long time right there in the middle of the lobby but no one wants to get between them when they’ve been pining for so long

after that they start dating and they do all the romantic stuff but also,, let’s just say that the next book wwx publishes is a lot more creative than all of his previous books

and they become some writing power couple with horniness of the heart and body and sometimes wwx will be like hey lwj i don’t really know how the logistics of this sex scene will work and lwj will be like we could try it out ourselves? and wwx just pats him on the head and is like im sorry but you dont have enough dicks for it to work ),: better luck next time

#mdzs #modao zushi #wangxian #wei wuxian #lan wangji #im so sorry everyone #i just got the idea and it wouldnt leave me alone #cql #the untamed #mo dao zu shi #have i read any erotica? no. have i read any chuck tingle? also no. am i an editor? no #so this is gonna be very shit #this is why people should be sending me prompts instead of me just writin shit myself #nsfw-ish?

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fromparishwithlove · 3 years

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Nothing But Handprints

[2,663 words, Destiel, mostly canon compliant]

A/N: Hey, hi, it’s midnight and I spent three days writing something and I actually finished it. It’s not that long, maybe 3,000 words but it’s something and I’m kinda proud of that. Ever since Supernatural ended I’ve found myself writing more and more. I’m actually working on a full fic and right now, it’s the most words I’ve ever written for one story, even though it just a shitty first draft. But before I publish that, I wanted to share something smaller, ease my way in so to speak. So this is a lot of Dean Winchester angst and a sort of continuous ‘Oh Shit’ moment in which he processes lots of memories and realises the impact Castiel had on his life, many of which are connected by the significance of the handprint. Ahhh the beloved handprint! Tbh I was kind of inspired by Jensen’s enthusiasm for bringing it back in 15x18 so you can thank him if you like this story. I think I’m going to eventually add this to Ao3 and it may get a sequel but for now, I hope you like it. Or at least don’t hate it.

Cas was gone.

Dean felt the loss as surely as if one of his lungs had been ripped out. Maybe it had. Maybe that’s why it was so fucking hard to breathe. And still he kept dragging in air, each breath a razor blade - Inhale. Exhale - forcing himself to endure the exquisite pain of survival.

Survival, he knew, was its own brand of suffering; barbed with regrets and heavy with the keen sting of memories.

Behind his eyelids bullets ripped through a dusty trenchcoat. A familiar voice admonished him; he was almost out of minutes. The cool press of fingertips brushed against his forehead. The silver streak of an angel blade caught the light. A fist collided with his jaw with a sickening crunch. A huff of involuntary laughter escaped from reluctant lips. Stubble scraped his cheek as he pulled the angel into a hug. Shades of blue crowded his vision - the garish blue of a crappy general store tabard, the endless blue of the morning sky as he wrestled his way out of his own grave, the untamed blue of angel grace, humming with raw energy. And best of all, the solemn blue of that unflinching gaze. There was a discarded cowboy hat on the backseat of the Impala. A game of Sorry pushed across a table and into his hands. A shitty four door saloon the colour of middle-aged misery.

And the brand of salvation burning on his skin - the Righteous Man, touched by an angel. The same handprint that now stained his jacket bloody.

As hard as he tried, all he could do was remember as shuddering breaths turned to wracking sobs.

Whatever this thing was, it had marked him. Searing it’s own handprint into the flesh of his shoulder, staking its claim.

Dean couldn’t help but feel... violated.

He looked like a walking advertisement for one of those crappy tourist spots: take nothing but photos, leave nothing but footprints but in his case it read: take nothing but liberties, leave nothing but handprints

He ran a tentative finger over the raised flesh and hissed at the contact. It felt raw, like a burn; still stinging and angry.

He glared at it, hoping the sheer force of his loathing would somehow dissolve it. But it remained, stubborn and resolute.

It looked human. That was the worst thing. To think there was something out there - something monstrous - masquerading in the body of an innocent person... And with enough power to pull him from the pit.

That thought alone was enough to chill the blood in his veins.

And what did that mean for him? He bore its signature on his skin after all. Did that mark him as it’s property?

He belonged to no man. And no monster.

He would rather spend a lifetime in Hell.

Getting up off the floor had been the hardest thing he’d ever had to do. Turning his back on the last place he’d seen Cas near impossible.

What if, by some miracle, he came back? He deserved to know Dean had waited. After all, Cas was the only one he’d ever really had any faith in.

But Dean had given up on miracles long ago.

He let his phone ring out again and again; the sound too harsh in the grief-stricken silence. What if he never answered? What if he let Sam believe he was dead? Cas too. Because in reality, he felt as good as.

When she saw the mark on his shoulder, her eyes widened a fraction, her mouth parting in what Dean recognised as wonder.

Dean Winchester is saved.

The words came back to him as she aligned her palm with the echo of Castiel’s, caressing the raised skin with a gentle touch.

Something about the contact made him feel nauseous. Even though they were pressed together, not a breath between their bodies, he felt as though she had dug her nails into an open wound. A shudder of revulsion ran down his spine. He suppressed the urge to shake her off, instead drawing her attention away with a searing kiss.

The feeling of unease was harder to dislodge.

The mark itself no longer bothered him; it had faded somewhat and by the time Pamela used it to make contact with Castiel it hadn’t so much as tingled. This sudden display of hostility triggered by Anna’s touch unnerved him.

Maybe it was because she was an angel. Maybe it could sense her power, reacting with whatever traces of energy Castiel had left behind.

Or maybe it was something subconscious in Dean; something he didn’t want to acknowledge - couldn’t acknowledge - for fear of what that might mean.

But he couldn’t outrun the truth.

He noticed how Castiel turned away when Anna leaned in to kiss him goodbye. Thought he saw a flicker of jealousy contort his features. But only for a split second.

And once again that involuntary feeling of distaste rose up inside him, rearing it’s head, demanding to be heard.

And this time he listened.

And this time he recognised the ceaseless lament of his guilt.

Every cell in his body screamed in protest as he staggered out of the bunker. Every step a monumental effort. It was as though The Empty had created a vacuum when it had taken Castiel, and now it threatened to drag him into the same darkness.

He was exhausted; more than once he had to fight the urge to lay down and never get back up. But he knew he couldn’t.

He had to get to Sam, had to confront Chuck and demand he bring Cas back. He pinned all his hopes on it. Because if Chuck - Lord God Almighty himself - couldn’t bust Cas out of The Empty, what hope did he have of doing it himself?

So he dragged himself behind the wheel of the Impala and tried to ignore how normal it felt to sit there, as if he were just heading out on another case. As if the whole world hadn’t shattered apart and been clumsily glued back together in a matter of heartbeats.

He refused to look over at the passenger seat, refused to acknowledge the empty space beside him. Castiel had occupied that space just a few hours ago.

Could that be right? Had it only been a few hours since they’d made the journey to Lebanon, their silence weighted with shared worry yet still companionable? How had he lost so much in so little time?

Castiel arrived in the nick of time.

Zachariah had been gearing up to do some serious damage. He might not have been able to kill Dean on account of his status as Michael’s Vessel but he could still make him suffer. And Dean knew he had riled him. But nothing, not even the threat of what was to come would induce him to say yes. Zachariah had simply given him an advantage, a roadmap of what not to do to. He wouldn’t end up a cold, callous, merciless soldier like his future self. He wouldn’t. He refused to believe there would ever come a day when he would willingly sacrifice his friends and family - his fellow comrades - no matter what Heaven or Hell put in front of him. He would rather die than live to see himself become so despicable.

“That’s pretty nice timing Cas.”

“We had an appointment.”

His answer was so matter of fact, so practical, that Dean couldn’t help the smile that broke over his face. It implied that Dean could’ve been minutes away from death or simply completing the crossword and Castiel still would’ve come for him at that exact moment. But there was something coy about the set of his features, something like amusement twitching at the corner of his mouth.

Dean was under no illusion that, somehow, Cas had sensed he was in danger and, despite his apparent ignorance, had slipped in and taken Dean while Zachariah’s back was turned. It was crafty, calculated, almost petty in its brilliance.

And now Castiel stood looking at him, ready to talk, to plan their next move, without even a hint of expectation in his gaze.

He didn’t boast or demand gratitude. He didn’t want Dean’s thanks; he just wanted to be included.

The realisation hit Dean all at once, Castiel’s own words coming back to him as he considered how the balance between them had shifted.

You don’t think you deserve to be saved.

But Cas had saved him. Had been trying to save him for a while now but Dean had just been too blind to see it. When he had freed him from Hell he had been following orders but now, he had simply taken it upon himself to remove Dean from trouble’s path.

Against all odds and the interests of Heaven, an angel had his back.

Dean took a step forward and, placing a hand on Castiel’s shoulder, he said, “Don’t ever change.”

What he meant to say was: Don’t ever change back. Don’t ever serve the interests of others when you know in you’re heart they’re wrong. Don’t ever become unreachable, unknowable. Don’t ever stop being the angel on my shoulder because without you, I’d die.

There was so much he had meant to say but the words died on his lips. He hoped that Cas understood just from the look in his eyes, the force in his tone, the significance of that hand on his shoulder.

Dean knew that he didn’t always tolerate human contact but Castiel didn’t shrug him off. He allowed Dean to grip his arm, the fabric of the trenchcoat screwed up under his fingers. For a minute Dean held on and when he finally drew away, he half expected to see the shape of his palm imprinted there, just as Castiel’s handprint adorned his own shoulder.

He drove on autopilot, trusting his body to react accordingly; his mind was otherwise consumed by bittersweet memories that made his throat ache and his eyes sting.

He replayed every journey they’d ever made together, nothing but open road before them and unsaid words between them.

You changed me Dean.

His tears ran hot, spilling down his cheeks and splashing into his lap.

Dean had immediately recognised the truth in Cas’ words, but they still reverberated through him like the tremors of a distant earthquake. Letting himself consider the possibility that he, an insignificant stain on the Earth’s crust, had changed Castiel, a centuries old celestial warrior, was incomprehensible.

It was like... staring into the sun.

The more he told himself not to, the more he became blinded by its glare. Dean wanted to squint whenever he looked at it, shield his eyes from its radiant sincerity.

Because he had known it this whole time. Known and never admitted it to himself.

He had witnessed firsthand Castiel’s transformation from a finely tuned, emotionless instrument to a discordant orchestra of empathy and feeling and not once had he suggested it was his own influence that had inspired such a change.

Because how could he have inspired such honesty and compassion, gentle humour and tenderness? He was stubborn and defensive, worn down by years of trauma and still so full of anger.

But he was wrong.

Of course he was wrong.

I cared about the whole world because of you.

It felt too big to accept so readily and yet... Dean remembered the first time he’d made Cas laugh, the first time he’d heard doubt creep into his voice, the first time his cheeks had flushed with embarrassment, his eyes had filled with sorrow, his shoulders had sagged with relief. He remembered it all and he remembered his own despair, his exhaustion, his cocky bravado. He had begged and reasoned and joked with reckless abandon. He had unwittingly smothered Cas with his humanity and instead of suffocating, Castiel had simply taken a deep breath, filling his lungs with every human emotion they’d ever dared to beat out of him.

His body felt beaten, his mind battered and broken.

Sam didn’t even have to ask as he forced himself out of the car to meet his younger brother’s eyes.

Understanding glimmered there. He might not know the details but Sam recognised the same heartsick anguish that gripped his own soul. The same bone-deep weariness that had settled over him ever since discovering Eileen was gone.

They had lost everything. Everyone.

Details would come later; coaxing out the truth one shot of whiskey at a time. Although, looking at the state of his brother, Sam wondered whether it wouldn’t take several bottles.

Dean took another pull on his beer.

He couldn’t understand why he’d done it. Maybe he hadn’t meant to. But sure enough it was gone. Every day the past slipped further and further away, fading as quickly as dreams but still he couldn’t help but reach for those memories.

There was barely anything left to remind him. Sam was... Well, Dean found it hard to think about Sam. And Cas... Dean hadn’t seen or heard from him in almost a year. He was starting to think Cas had removed the mark on purpose; some deluded attempt at helping Dean forget. Perhaps he thought it was a mercy.

But Dean didn’t want to forget. Not if it meant forgetting what it felt like to belong.

Once again he found himself in front of the mirror, beer on the counter, sleeve rolled up, his own hand pressed to the place where Castiel’s had once been.

He could hear Lisa moving around downstairs, glasses clinking, Ben’s laughter loud and jubilant out in the yard. He shouldn’t be here. Not again. Not today. He should be down there manning the barbecue, joking and celebrating with his family.

But he couldn’t seem to tear himself away. There was nothing to see and yet he kept on searching.

Mary had always said that angels were watching over him but his angel had abandoned him, leaving no trace behind.

Dean’s grip tightened, nails digging into his flesh. He relished the pain but it was not enough.

“You’ve got to bring him back.”

He’d ground out the words with deliberate force, still reluctant to admit Cas was gone, to admit that he alone couldn’t save him.

But Chuck had merely shrugged off their surrender. Apparently he was happy to simply watch them flounder. With no one left to fight for and no monsters left to fight, the brothers would be effectively made redundant. Just Sam and Dean and an eternity of suffering stretching out before them. How could that be the end?

In Dean’s opinion it was shitty, lazy writing. Surely Chuck would grow tired of their struggle soon enough and then what?

Stripping him of his power, his divinity, his immortality had been deeply satisfying. Dean relished the moment he turned his back on him, refusing to expend the effort it would take to kill him. That was, after all, not who he was. Not anymore.

For the first time in his life, he was going to carve his own path - without destiny or prophecy or some omniscient douchebag shoving him around on the chess board.

The thought terrified him. Did he even know how to live a life when his every movement wasn’t being dictated by someone else?

He supposed his first move would be the obvious one. But it was the only one he really wanted to make. With Jack taking on the role of God, his task of liberating Cas from The Empty seemed fractionally less intimidating. They would find a way.

Dean swore to himself that no matter how long it took, no matter the lengths he would have to go to, he would see Castiel again. And when he did, he intended to drag him out of the darkness and cover his soul with his handprints.

#deancas #Dean Winchester angst #spn #supernatural #destiel fic #am writing #a sort of prequel to a fix it fic tbh #15x18 #Castiel’s confession #destiel handprint #profound bond #Dean Winchester is bi #Dean Winchester #you changed me dean #spnfamiiy #lazarus rising #Castiel

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Carnal Cravings (Alastor x Reader)

By Sophia Burns

Warning!!!

This book, is vulgar.Graphic,and so many other shameful things.So grab your bleach/holy water and enjoy.😂

"Is this a joke?" You chuckled in disbelief.

"No the bitch is actually serious." Angeldust cackled as he threw a grenade at Pentious.

You had been in hell for years now.

From the moment you were born you were in the spotlight.As you grew older you killed many in the ongoing turf wars, slaughtering powerful demon war lords and claiming their territories with ease.You were of the most feared and respected of the underworld...after all, you were the daughter of Lucifer and Lilith and Charlie's older sister.

You were aware Charlie was opening a hotel, but to rehabilitate demons?These shmucks?Yea right.As if they would give Charlie the time of day.

"And you're staying there?" You giggled raising a brow.

Angel chuckled.

"Well yea, I don't have to pay rent."

"But you're staying clean?" You asked as you crushed one of the Egg boys in your clawed hand.

"Fuck no!" Angel exclaimed as he picked up a machine gun and began to obliterate a charging demon.

You rolled your eyes.

Your sister was an idiot.You loved her..but she was an idiot.

"You should come with me." Angel began wiping yolk off his face.

"I own and am a burlesque dancer i have no business there." You spat.

It was true.You were not only a dancer but the owner of a burlesque club called, "The Fallen Angel." Angel was one of your "Girls."When he wasn't shooting pornos he was dancing in your club.Now you refused to dance naked,yes you wore revealing lingerie but it was never without your infamous black and red pinstripe coat and matching fedora and a pair of Angels stiletto boots,you loved to sing and dance it was your passion, you loved to entertain, it was your passion and what you lived for.

When it came to looks you were tall, curvaceous and jaw dropping like your mother.With a voice like silk.And though you owned a Burlesque, you were still well respected.Not that anyone would dare disrespect you at the risk of their tongue being removed and eaten.

You looked up to see a Chanel 666 news chopper, the light shining down on you and Angel, waving at the camera you bore a daggered grin before plunging your claws through a demons chest and waving.

"HEY CHARLIE!" You screamed at the news camera before ripping out the demons heart and taking a bite.

Angeldust rolled his eyes and continued to shoot at Sir Pentious

"Show off." He muttered as you pegged the half eaten heart at Pentitious before roundhouse kicking him in the ribs.

You could almost hear Charlie face palming and Vaggie screaming.

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"Do you two have anything to say for yourselves!?" Vaggie screamed as you rode in the limo.

"I have no involvement in your hotel business." You said with a shrug.

"She has a point." Charlie agreed.

As Angeldust and Vaggie began to argue, you arose and sat next to Charlie.She had a frown on her face.

"I'm sorry the interview didn't go well." You said softly putting a hand on her shoulder.

Charlie turned to you.

"Why did I think this was a good idea?" Charlie sighed putting her head in her hands.

"Darling, nothing worth fighting for is easy, this hotel..your idea..no matter how ridiculous it may seem..is not at all a bad idea.It certainly won't be easy but it just might be possible...but you have to win them over." You explained running your claws through her soft blonde hair.

She hugged you tightly, with a smile you returned her embrace.

"If you like i could offer my assistance?" You offered causing your sister to beam up at you.

"Really!?" She gasped.

"Why of course." You grinned.

"While I may not be participating,I would like to help you sell your dream." You said watching in amusement as Vaggie and Angel bickered.

"Could you at least stay then?" She asked with a pout.

In truth you didn't really have a home..you usually slept at the Burlesque or Angel's apartment before he destroyed it in a turf war.

"Sure why not." you shrugged.

Charlie squealed in excitement as you finally arrived at the hotel.

"Don't you need your belongings?" Charlie inquired as you all stepped out and made your way inside.

You chucked before snapping your fingers making two large suitcases appear at your side.

"I forgot you could do that." Charlie chuckled.

"Wait your staying too?" Vaggie asked.

"Yes, to help, not to participate, I still have a Burlesque to run." You replied.

"Fair enough." She shrugged.

"Charlie dear could you show me where I'll be staying?" You asked eyeing your sister.

With a nod, she lead the way up the grand staircase and through the hotel, right down the hallway.

"This is the biggest room we have." She began as she lead you to the door.

"Angel is next door, Vaggie and I are on the other side.Please make yourself at home, I'll wait for you downstairs." And with that, Charlie left you alone in the large room.

The room was completely blank.

But with a snap of your fingers it became a miniature version of your burlesque clashed with a bedroom that had a large heart shaped jacuzzi along with a grand balcony.And a huge fluffy heart shaped bed.

Your bedroom was on the right side of the room, the bar/lounge on the left.

Next to your heart shaped bed was a matching vanity with a giant mirror with circular lights on them.In the corner of the room was a small stage with two tall poles that connected to the ceiling.And finally you unloaded all your makeup and clothes.

When it was all finished and you were set up you changed into a short pinstripe dress with a pair of Angels stiletto boots.

Adjusting your tie,your hair lay flat as you slipped on your fedora once more and proceeded out the door.

As you descended down the stair case you didn't notice him staring at you, examining your physique with his hungry ruby eyes.Taking in your scent.Trailing his eyes down every curve.You were a walking masterpiece in his eyes...a rare beauty.

When you noticed him all the air had left your lungs.

Alastor the radio demon.

In an instant he was before you, and you swore to your father you could feel the evil radiate off of him.A cold shiver ran down your spine when you met his gaze,his form looming over you, yes you knew exactly who he was..only ever hearing of him you had never laid eyes on him...until now.

He reminded you of a wendigo or a deer with his tall lean form and antlers, and much of yourself in his pinstripe suit, his staff intrigued you as you examined the microphone...and at last you studied his face..and to be quite honest...he was rather attractive.Despite being a malicious demon...his hair looked unbelievably soft and you had to quell the urge to pet his perky ears.

His eyes overall were mesmerizing,his dark burgundy lids making his almost neon red irises pop,the glow making them all the more alluring.

"Well hello there~" he said in a rather smooth static voice.

You felt a blush creep on your face when he took your hand and kissed it.

"You must be Y/n."

You felt your knees go weak the moment his lips met your flesh making the skin tingle from contact due to the static emitting off of him, a shiver ran down your spine once he withdrew, you couldn't help but feel a wave of arousal wash over you at the sound of your name rolling off of his tongue.Before you could even respond Vaggie was between the two of you with a spear pointed at his throat.

"Stop right there cabrón hijo de perra!"

You couldn't help but chuckle as Alastor rolled his eyes clearly unamused by the weapon.

"It is rude to interrupt a conversation." Alastor began.

"It's rude to walk in here unannounced, especially a murderer like you, I know your game and I'm not gonna let you hurt anyone here you pompous cheesy talkshow shitlord!" She spat back pressing the spear to his throat.Alastor's expression darkened his smile widening as he looked down at her.

Alastor chuckled darkly.

"Dear if i wanted to hurt anyone here..."

"I would have done so already." He said in a raspy demented tone his face morphing into a distorted eerie grin, the static buzzing off of him.Making Vaggie and Charlie shrink and your blood run cold.

"No I'm here because I want to help." He smiled his expression returning it's normal cheery smile.

You burst into laughter before snapping a martini into reality and taking a sip.

"What's so funny?" Alastor mused.

Taking the olive on the toothpick and popping it into your mouth you turned your attention back to the group.

"What would the radio demon want with this place if I may ask."

"Like I said I want to help." He smiled proudly.

Now Charlie was confused.

"Um you want to help with?"

"This ridiculous thing your doing." Alastor proclaimed throwing his arms around you and Charlie.

"This hotel! I want to help you run it."

You had to stifle another laugh.Was this guy for real?

Alastor however still caught it, making him chuckle a little.

"Why?" You asked.

Alastor smirked.

"Why does anyone do anything? Sheer, absolute boredom! I've lacked inspiration for decades, my work became mundane, lacking focus, Anguish! I've come to crave a new form of entertainment.Ha Ha ha!"

A smirk spread across your features.

"I'd love be that crave." You mumbled under your breath looking him over once more.

Little did you know Alastor almost choked on air when he heard you.

"Does my sister fighting a reporter count as entertainment?Or perhaps being a burlesque dancer?" You inquired with a smile.

Alastor chuckled before taking a step closer meeting your level.

"It's the purest kind my dear." He said in an almost seductive tone.

You felt the goosebumps rise at his term of endearment.

"Reality!True passion!After all.." he said looking at you over his shoulder.

"The world is a stage, and the stage is a world of entertainment." He finished cocking his head to the side.

You weren't gonna lie, you were absolutely loving his transatlantic accent, his presence, how he was spontaneous, and just overall entertaining in general..and not only that he was tall, attractive...and powerful.He was your wildest fantasy manifested into reality.

And you loved it.

How he would lock eyes with you in a way no one else ever dared to due to how intimidating you were.You had only just met him..and already he had you.

"So does this mean you think it's possible to rehabilitate a demon?" Charlie asked with a look of hope in her eyes....oh man.It was hard not to laugh thankfully Alastor did so for you.

"Of course not, that's wacky nonsense." Laughter lacing his words.

Charlie's face fell.

"Redemption oh, the non existent humanity, nononono, I don't think there's anything left that could save such loathsome sinners." He explained gesturing to Vaggie and Angel.

"The chance given was the life they lived before, the punishment is this!" Alastor exclaimed gesturing to the hotel making you snort...the demon had a point.

"There is no undoing what is done."

"So why do you wanna help her if you don't believe in her cause?" You asked.

Alastor shot you a wicked grin with mic feedback before proceeding to explain.

"Consider it an investment, an ongoing entertainment for myself." He said wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer.

His lids fell and he twirled you around.

"I want to watch the scum of the world struggle to climb up the hill of betterment, only to repeatedly trip and tumble down to the fiery pit of failure." He explained in a raspy tone...his point of view not only made sense but did no help to quell the blooming ache between your thighs as his claws sank into your waist ever so slightly.

You missed his touch as soon as he let go of you to conversate with Charlie.Not before giving you a sinful glance over his shoulder.

From the moment he first laid eyes on you he was interested....yes while the hotel had his interest..so did you.You were one of the most successful women of the underworld and were one big bundle of fun...not only were you gorgeous...but you were ruthless and whimsical in nature...it was like looking into a mirror.He never missed a show, or a broadcast of your carnage ever since you rose to power it was like catnip to him.He looked over his shoulder one last time at you before conversing with Charlie.

You took a seat next to Angel and Vaggie.

"Uh so what's the deal with smiles over there?" Angel asked looking between you and Vaggie.

You rose a brow in amusement as Vaggie proceeded to explain just how dangerous and evil Alastor was.

But you weren't listening.You had you slits trained on Alastor.

You sat there admiring his figure from afar as you finished your martini, vile thoughts creeping into your mind...he could feel your eyes on him prompting him to meet your gaze.But you didn't look away...you locked eyes with him.His bright red eyes staring deep into yours.Entranced by the cherry, pie cut irises.The smile he gave you was dazzling.

"Looks like somebody's got a crush." Angel teased nudging your arm.

Finally managing to pull your gaze away from his you turned to face Angel and let out a huff.

"Don't be ridiculous." You huffed before making a strawberry daiquiri appear out of thin air and taking a long drink.

"Oh please your eyefucking him right now." Angel said a little louder than you'd have liked making Alastor glance your way with a smile making you blush deeply.

"Shut the fuck up!" You hissed making Angel laugh.

"C'mon Y/n he looks like a strawberry pimp." Angel snickered as he looked Alastor over.

You shot Angel a glare.

"Well I don't trust him." Vaggie seethed crossing her arms and shrinking into the seat.

She had a point..Alastor was dangerous and not to be reckoned with..but to you..it was what made him all the more tantalizing.You watched as Vaggie arose from her seat and to Charlie to most likely try and convince her of Alastor's atrocity.But you knew your sister wouldn't be able to resist Alastor's influence.

"How can i turn someone away?I can't, it goes against everything I'm trying to do."

"Ha knew it." You thought to yourself.

You watched as your sister made her way to Alastor once more.

"Okay, so Al...your sketchy as fuck and you clearly see what I'm trying to do here as a joke."

You watched his evil grin return before she turned to face him once more continuing her rant.

"But I don't, i think everyone deserves a chance to prove they can be better...so, I'm taking your offer to help on the condition that there be no trickster, voodoo strings attached."

"So it's a deal then?" Alastor said spinning his staff and extending his hand.

You were hoping she'd accept.Then came a green flash of light,wind started picking up.You sat there and watched in amusement sipping your daiquiri.

"No." Charlie said making Alastor retract his hand and the light fade.

"No,no shaking, no deals...i..." she turned away.

It was like watching a drama..Just fucking accept his offer already.

"As a princess of hell and heir to the throne, i herby order that you help with this hotel for as long as you desire....um what do you say Y/n?" Charlie smiled with her hands behind her back causing everyone to look at you.

"Actually I think Y/n is next in line." Angeldust shouted earning a glare from Vaggie.

"I don't want the throne." You shrugged earning a surprised look from Alastor and Charlie.

"And as for Alastor." You said taking a long sip of your drink.

"I certainly don't mind if you stick around." You said in a low raspy tone making everyone's face flush crimson.

It was something you had developed especially working at your burlesque..you had learned to speak in a very sensual and seductive manner, it got more money..and you loved to watch the people squirm under the influence of your voice..and you found it rather useful in getting what you wanted...as well as making everyone practically cream their pants.Though Asexual even your raspy velvety voice made Alastor blush a deep red.

"Sound good?" You inquired in that same tone.

Alastor furrowed a brow before returning his attention to not only you, but your physique.

"Fair enough." He smirked. Before moving along.

Vaggie's disdain radiated off of her catching Alastor's attention.

"Smile my dear." He said putting a finger under her chin.

"You know your never fully dressed without one." He smiled making Vaggie growl.He made his way back to Charlie.

"So where is your hotel staff?" Alastor asked leaning down to your level.

"Uh well."

Charlie immediately looked over to an angry Vaggie. Alastor followed her gaze.Chuckling deeply he adjusted his monocle.

"Your going to need more than that." He chuckled making his way to you.

"And what do you do." Alastor asked in a velvety voice similar to your own.

"I'm here to assist my sister." You responded casually taking a sip.You were desperately trying to calm your frantically beating heart at how close he was.

"Well I certainly look forward to working with you." He smiled seductively before moving on to Angel.

"And what do you do my effeminate fellow?" He asked gesturing to Angel.With a smirk Angel looked him up and down.

"I can suck ya dick."

Your eyes snapped wide open as you glared at your friend.Alastor withdrew there was a loud squeak of mic feed back before quickly returning to Angels level.

"Ha! No!" Alastor stated before swiftly turning around and making his way back to the middle of the hotel.

"Well this simply won't do." Alastor said.

"I suppose i could cash in a few favors to liven things up." And with that he snapped his fingers and then came a large fireplace.

In the pit was what looked to be a person.You arose from your seat to get a better view.Picking up the ball of what looked like burnt remains you watched as the ball opened a singular eye and popped to life..

"This little darling is Nifty." He said before letting her drop.

"Hi I'm Nifty it's nice to met you, it's been a while since I've made new friends." She said her pupil constricting.Her attention drew immediately to you.

"Wow your really pretty, no wonder Ala-" she was cut off by a furiously blushing Alastor giving her a death glare.You giggled.

"I'm a big fan of your work." She gushed.

"Why thank you Nifty." You replied with a pearly smile.

"By the way why are you all women,Do You Have Any Men Here!?" She exclaimed before lifting up Charlie causing Angel to grimace and Vaggie to point her spear at her.

Nifty was lively to say the least.

"I'm sorry that was rude.Oh man this place is dirty, it really need a ladies touch which is weird cause your all ladies no offense."

You burst into laughter as you watched her zip around cleaning up cobwebs and killing bugs.

"I love her!" You chuckled making Alastor grin.

Suddenly there was another whoosh of air before you could ask there was a large poker table in the corner of the room with an unsuspecting demon.

"Hah. Read em and weep boys, full house." He declared slamming the cards on the table.

He suddenly realized he wasn't in Kansas anymore and freaked out.

"What the hell?" He asked leaning against the table gripping it tight.

"What the fuck is this?"

His gaze met Alastor and he narrowed his eyes.

"You!" He hissed pointing a claw at a the radio demon.

"Ah,Husker my good friend, glad you could make it!"

You watched in amusement as Husker went off on Alastor..clearly he was about to obtain a large amount of money...before Al most likely teleported him here against his will.

"What the hell do you want with me this time?" The poor demon asked face palming.

"My friend I am doing some charity work so i took it upon myself to volunteer your services, I hope that's ok." Alastor said throwing an arm around Husk.

Husk however wasn't having it.

"Are you shittin me!?"

"Hmm, no I don't think so!" Alastor said giving him a squeeze before getting shoved away by Husk.

"You thought it would be some big fuckin riot just to pull me out of nowhere!? You think I'm some kinda fuckin clown!?"

"Maybe." Alastor smiled before a laugh track sounded through the room.

Did this guy have his own laugh track!?That's fucking hilarious.You burst into laughter making your sister stare at you.

"You think this is funny!?" Husk screamed at you.

"Yes actually." You smirked.

"I ain't doin no fuckin charity work." Husk spat crossing his arms.

You were about to say something when Alastor grabbed him again.

"Well i figured you would be the perfect face to man the front desk of this fine establishment!" He announced pointing his staff at a bar that had miraculously appeared.

"With your charming smile and welcoming energy this job was made for you!" Alastor exclaimed.

You couldn't control your laughter.

Al was fantastic.

"Don't worry my friend, i can make this more welcoming.."

"If you wish..." he said in a low tone and with the wave of his hand a bottle of cheap booze...clearly labeled, appeared out of thin air.

The demon wasted no time taking his offer and drinking the green bottle of booze, taking his place behind the bar counter.

Despite Vaggies loud objections Angel told her to shut up.

"We are keeping this." Angel said pointing to the bar before sliding into the stool to flirt with husk.

Shortly after you slid into the bar stool.Husk spun around ready to tell you to fuck off too.But the moment he saw you he went silent.His mood morphing from doom and gloom to full flirt mode.

"Well hello there, what can i get you?" He asked with a smirk.

"Double shot of jack." You smirked.

"Only if i can do one with ya."

You chuckled at him.

"Sure why not?" you smiled watching as he poured your shots.

Little did you know Alastor's smile had faded into a scowl.Anger bubbling deep within him.Before Husk could even speak to you Charlie was at the counter in Husks face welcoming him.

"So what do you think?" Alastor asked forcing a smile trying hard not to obliterate Husk who was still flirting with you.

"IT'S AMAZING!" Charlie squealed.

"It's okay." Vaggie muttered.

He grabbed you away from Husk and pulled you, Charlie and Vaggie in.

"This is going to be very entertaining." He chuckled.

Vaggie,absolutely disgusted slipped out of his grasp earning a static laced chuckle.Suddenly he used fire to distract Charlie before shoving Vaggie away, throwing you a wink before the music began.

You have a dream

You wish to tell. And it's just laughable,But hey kid what the hell!

'Cause you're one of a kind,That charming demon belle!Now, let's give these burning fools a place to dwell.

Take it boys!

Inside of every demon is a lost cause,But we'll dress 'em up for now with just a smile!And we'll orinate this cesspool with some old redemption flair,and show these simpletons some proper class and style Oh!

He took your hand and began to dance with you making you laugh and giggle before letting go.

Here below the ground,I'm sure your plan is sound!They'll spend a little time,Down at this Hazbin Ho-

His performance was interrupted by a big bang..Nifty was hit by flying debris sending her crashing into the wall.

You let out a growl before storming to the hole in the wall to see just who in the fuck disrupted his performace. Instantly Alastor was beside you with a sadistic grin on his face you were certain he didn't appreciate it either.And there up in his weird blimp, sat Sir Pentitious.

That fucker was still alive!?

"Ha well well well, look who it is harboring the striped freak." Sir Pentitous shouted.

Your face darkened as you stepped out onto the roof.

"We meet yet again Alastor." He said pointing to the tree of a demon.

"Do I know you?"

Sir Pentious growled.

"Oh yes you do!" He replied storming into his contraption.

You were angry, how dare he burst into your sisters hotel unannounced.You watched as a huge cannon came from the ship aimed directly at the both of you.At the same time you and Alastor snapped your fingers making a huge hole into another dimension appear.Alastor looked at you amused as you watched in pure bliss as tentacles began to tear the ship apart.

With a grin Alastor twisted his fingers making the tentacles grab Sir Pentious and squeeze the ever loving fuck out of him.A twist of his fingers and angry souls swarmed the ship further destroying the ship.He finally clenched fist making the tentacles crush the ship making it explode in a blaze of fire.

Alastor's face was dark, a bright red ex on his forehead, pupils constricted and thin, his grin now evil and demented.

And you felt your body go hot when his daggered pupils met yours.You were awestruck at his power.

"Well I'm starved!" He exclaimed as his expression turned to normal.

"Who wants some Jambalaya?"

A/n:Alright this is the first chapter.Reposted from my account on Wattpad.

#alastor #hazbin hotel #alastorhazbinhotel #radiodemon #deerdaddy #Carnalcravings #SoundCloud

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kutemouse · 4 years

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And Then He Was Gray (Part Two)

Disclaimer: I edited the pic I used for my header, but the OG pic belongs to BTS & BigHit. The pic below isn’t mine either. I obviously don’t own Balenciaga.

Age Recommendation: 21+ (Not just a recommendation, kuties!)

Warnings: Consumption of alcohol, Tae and JK being rowdy drunks, lonely angst that disappears when he comes into the story (I think you know who I’m talking about by now 😉), sexual tension, talk of sex, betting, SWEARZ 4 DAYZ, lotsa skin showing, bikinis!

Word Count: 1,626

Summary: Your best friend Jeon Soyeon invites you to a kick-back with all of her friends and their significant others, intent on hooking you up with someone. Everyone seems taken, though, until he arrives, wearing a star-studded, gray top that makes your mouth water.

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And Then He Was Gray (Jin One-Shot, Smut, Fluff) Part Two

At the mention of beer pong, everyone cheered in agreement and started inside with me taking up the rear. I smiled, seeing Soyeon and Miyeon’s hands still intertwined. I was happy for them, I really was… but I couldn’t help feeling a bit left out. It’d been a long while since I had a boyfriend, choosing to concentrate on my family’s business rather than my social life after high school. Still, I missed having someone by my side, someone to cuddle with and confide in… someone who understood me. And yet, I hadn’t had a date in over two years. All of the boys I knew seemed to be either taken or not into girls like me. Then again, I was picky as well. It took a special kind of man to catch my eye.

I nervously tugged at my gray skirt again as we went into the basement and sat on various couches and chairs situated around a tv and ping pong table. Taehyung and Jungkook set up the cups in pyramid formations on both sides, filling them nearly to the brim with beer once they were done.

“Alright, rules!” Taehyung shouted over the din. “Teams of two each, and we’ll rotate out so the next team plays the winner of each round. Whoever’s left standing will be crowned the ultimate beer pong champions!”

“So extra,” Soyeon muttered, rolling her eyes.

Taehyung smirked. “And just for you, So-So, I’m adding another rule. Bounce shots that sink means two cups to drink.”

Soyeon groaned amidst the chuckles that broke out. “Taehyung, you know I’m already the worst at beer pong, do you have to make it even harder for me?!”

Miyeon grabbed my best friend’s hand and leaned in close. “Don’t worry, I’m pretty good,” she said, rubbing her thumb soothingly over Soyeon’s fingers.

I felt a twinge of disappointment. I was hoping Soyeon and I would be a team, but it looks like I’d be the odd person out. “Whatcha all doing?” a voice said. I turned to see him for the first time, intently watching us from the doorway. His right arm stretched above his head as he rested his elbow easily on the doorframe. I swallowed hard as I noticed his gray, star-patterned shirt riding up just enough for me to catch a glimpse of a lean, toned torso and a peek of what appeared to be Balenciaga boxers. He leaned forward, a playful smirk on his full, pink lips, causing his shirt to ride up and his jeans to slide down even more. My lips parted unconsciously as heat flooded straight to my core.

I immediately knew I wanted a taste of that honey-toned skin and those cotton-candy lips. The guy’s piercing brown eyes caught mine and his smirk grew. Tingles broke out all over my body. Shit. He knew my secret. I don’t know how, but he knew.

He tore his gaze away from me as his friends greeted him. “Jin, fucking finally!” Namjoon said, standing up and clapping him on the shoulder.

“Yeah, we would’ve waited for you, hyung,” Taehyung pouted. “We’ve already started beer pong, and everyone has a team already.”

“Not everyone,” I said loudly. Everyone turned to look at me, Soyeon’s mouth dropping open in shock. Now that I think about it, I think this was the first time she’d ever seen me speak up in a public setting. I was normally pretty shy and reserved, keeping to myself and trying to not be a bother. Even I was astounded by my own behavior, but that look that he gave me… I just had to know. I had to know if he knew.

“Oh, that’s right,” Taehyung said weakly. “Y/n doesn’t have a team. Sorry Y/n, I didn’t realize we had an odd number.”

“That’s okay,” I said, shooting him a smile.

“Well, then,” Jin said. He stepped right in front of me, looking down at me sitting on the couch, hands shoved in his jean pockets. “Guess we’re a team.”

I blushed profusely as he sat down, making himself comfortable in the seat beside me and slinging an arm over to rest easily on top of the couch.

The first teams up were Tae and Yuqi versus Jungkook and Shuhua. The boys loudly trash-talked each other nearly the entire game, with the girls getting more and more giggly as more cups emptied. Finally, it was down to the last cup on Taehyung’s side, while Jungkook’s side had three cups left. “It’s over,” JK said, giving his hyung a wide, evil grin.

“Like hell it is,” Taehyung growled. “You got this, babe.”

Yuqi stepped up, swaying a little, and took her time lining up the shot. “Go Yuqi!” Shuhua cheered. “You can do it!”

Yuqi giggled then took the shot. It bounced off the rim of the cup, eliciting groans from everyone, including her boyfriend. “Awww, babe, don’t worry though, it’s okay,” Taehyung said, tugging his girlfriend close and brushing his nose against hers. “If we get out this round, we can go do something else that’s fun.”

“Oh hell no,” Jungkook said, pointing at Taehyung. “If I find you guys fucking in my bed, or anywhere else in this house, I will kick you out. I’m serious, Tae.”

“What if we promise to wash the sheets?” Taehyung said, waggling his eyebrows.

“Get the fuck out,” Jungkook retorted with a grin, pointing at the door.

“Okay, okay, let’s make things interesting,” Taehyung said, holding his hands up. “If you miss this next shot, you can’t say another word about what Yuqi and I do and where… but if you make it, Yuqi and I won’t touch a single bed in this place.”

“Or couch, or chair, or counter, or table.”

“Fine,” Taehyung said, rolling his eyes.

Jungkook lined up the shot, making us all hold our breath in anticipation. He tossed the ball, and I swear, the rest of us followed its entire trajectory with our eyes until it landed… hit the rim of the cup… and bounced off.

Taehyung roared in approval, grabbing Yuqi by the waist and spinning her around, while Jungkook sank to the floor in mock-defeat and Shuhua laughed her ass off. I was giggling at their exchange when Jin leaned over and murmured something in my ear. “I think we can easily take whoever wins.”

His breath tickled and I leaned away instinctively. “Yeah, maybe,” I muttered before clearing my throat.

I saw a trace of disappointment in Jin’s eyes at my reaction, but before I could question it, he blinked and it was gone, replaced by a laughing smile as he surveyed the drama in front of us. Taehyung may have won the bet, but Shuhua sunk the last shot, winning the game overall. “Alright, who’s next?!” Jungkook practically yelled.

“This is boooooring,” Soyeon drawled. “Don’t you guys have a pool? We brought our swimsuits, you know.”

I blinked. We did?

Jungkook and Taehyung looked at each other. “Pool it is,” Tae said, shrugging. “I needed an excuse to get naked anyway.”

Everyone groaned and Namjoon even chucked a pillow at Taehyung. “Shut the fuck up, dude,” he said, shaking his head.

“C’mon,” Soyeon muttered, grabbing me by the hand and pulling me up. “Shuhua has a bunch of stuff here. She’ll have something that’ll fit you.”

I followed my best friend down the hallway into what looked like a guest bedroom. She threw open a door to a walk-in closet filled with womens’ clothing, opening one of the drawers and rifling through it. “This is all Shuhua’s?” I gasped.

Soyeon shrugged. “Yeah. She stays here for weeks at a time since she lives kinda far away. Jungkook’s parents are cool with it because he keeps telling them they’re gonna get married.”

“Are they?”

“Eventually. They’ve been together since high school and are still hot for each other. I doubt they’ll be breaking up any time soon.”

“Must be nice,” I said absentmindedly.

My best friend turned to look at me. “Hey, you’ll find someone,” she said, stopping her search and reaching out to grab my hand. “In fact, I think that someone is here tonight. Did you see the way Jin looked at you?”

I shrugged uncomfortably. “I guess.”

Soyeon rolled her eyes. “Y/n. We have been trying so hard to find a girl Jin likes. I’ve introduced him to every acquaintance I have and then some,” she said. “He’s never looked at any of them the way he looked at you, let alone said more than two words to them.”

I frowned. “You’ve never introduced him to me.”

“Yeah, because he’s kind of a douchebag,” she said. “He treats girls like tissues… you know, use once then throw away? I think my best friend can do better.”

“Wait, then why are you now so intent on hooking us up?”

“Because,” Soyeon sighed, turning back around and rifling through the drawer once more. “At this rate, even if it’s only a one-night stand, it’s a win in my book.”

“Wow, thanks,” I scoffed.

“Hey, if getting laid by a smoking-hot, drop-dead gorgeous guy like Jin brings your sex drive back into play, then so much the better for you,” she retorted, tossing a couple pieces of fabric at me. “Wear this.”

I held them up to the light. “No,” I said firmly. The bikini was a pretty, bright turquoise, but it was so… flimsy. I’d feel totally naked wearing this. The top wore like a sports bra with straps criss-crossing in the front to show off some cleavage. The bottoms would be normal except one side was made entirely of straps, dipping towards my core in a provocative way.

“Fuck no.”

Soyeon tossed me a wide, mischievous smile. “Fuck yes.”

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Y'all remember this?!?! I straight up died when this pic dropped. I stared at it quite frequently when I needed some inspiration for this one-shot. Enjoy suffering with me 😈 Here’s Part Three!

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opossumbyknight · 5 years

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me and my boyfriend's first collab piece turned out pretty great

we have a very "yes, and" relationship when it comes to brainstorming ideas

inspired by a Chuck Tingle tweet

#embroidery #hand embroidery #my crafts #my art #chuck tingle

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imnotinclinedtomaturity · 5 years

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Love Yourself (Chapter 33)

title: Love Yourself summary: A lot of things about Dan’s life are pretty great. He gets to make the music he wants, he’s got a great fanbase, and his manager is his best friend. A few things about his life suck a bit more. He’s currently lacking inspiration, he’s rather lonely, and he’s stuck in a rut. Dan’s been going to the same coffee shop for years. It’s quiet, it’s quaint, it’s near his home. Most importantly: none of the employees give a shit that’s he a world-famous singer. Things change when he meets the new barista. chapter words: 8.8k story words: 275.8k (so far) chapter: 33/? rating: e warnings: language, alcohol, sex mentions, some bi/homophobia, eventual explicit smut, some depression, consensual d/s undertones genre: singer!dan, coffee shop au, barista!phil, slow burn [[ao3]] [[first chapter]] [[previous chapter]]

a/n: sorry in advance to all of my non-smut readers, i marked (~*~*~*) where things really start to get hot and heavy but... i promise y'all will enjoy next chapter much more. thanks as always to my dearest @auroraphilealis for being my beta, bff, and buffoon <3

They walked like that, close and entwined, all the way back to their hotel — Dan leaning into Phil, tucked snugly into his side. The night had grown chilly, but Phil was warm, and his fingers were electrifying against Dan’s waist, making his bare skin tingle where Phil had rucked his shirt up to touch him.

After a couple of minutes, Phil tried to drop his arm, but Dan caught his hand with reflexes he didn’t even think he had sober, holding Phil in place. Phil didn’t fight it, and didn’t comment except for a muted giggle — and, most importantly, didn’t try to let go again.

The last few blocks flew by in a haze of bright lights and faceless strangers and stolen kisses. Dan’s heart felt like it was going to beat right out of his chest, like it was pounding hard enough and fast enough to fucking take off and fly. He still wanted to fuck Phil, god did he want to fuck Phil, but now Dan’s lust was accompanied by another four-letter L word, and he wanted everything. Wanted kissing and foreplay and sex and cuddling. He wanted everything that came with sex, and absolutely everything that came after.

Dan had never been so happy to see a hotel lobby as he was when they pushed through the front doors. The room was nearly empty, a stark contrast to the still-packed streets of New York. Maybe Phil was just as relieved, because he rushed passed the concierge and hurried towards the lifts. Dan was still wrapped up in his arm, tucked close to his side.

Impatiently, they both pressed the call button, their fingers brushing together. The button lit up, but no door opened. The wait for their room — the wait for even for a lift — was too long. All Dan wanted was Phil — Phil’s lips, Phil’s body, Phil’s love.

“Kiss,” Dan demanded, twisting so his front was pressed against Phil’s side. A certain revelation was bouncing around Dan’s head, the newly-labeled feelings making him reckless and eager. He wanted to be kissed by Phil, to be completely lost in this moment.

Phil turned his head, his lips immediately finding Dan’s. It wasn’t nearly as much as Dan wanted, just gentle lips moving together slowly, but Dan could still feel its effects all the way down to his toes. The ding of the lift pulled them apart, Phil nudging Dan’s hip to guide him in first.

Phil pushed the button for their floor before quickly rounding on Dan. “Get out your room key, babe,” Phil instructed softly, his voice just a whisper.

“Yeah, right,” Dan agreed breathlessly, just as quiet, quickly pulling his wallet out of his pocket and rifling through it for the card. His efforts were made slow and clumsy by the way Phil’s lips moved from Dan’s ear to his neck, pressing tantalizingly light kisses down his throat.

Dan’s fingers closed around the key just as the lift doors opened, his fingers shaking slightly with a mixture of nerves and excitement and lust. Phil’s hand immediately landed on his back again, guiding Dan out of the lift and into the foyer.

The walk down the hallway felt like a fucking marathon, Phil’s fingers hot on Dan’s back and Dan’s cock beginning to take interest just at the promise of something finally happening. They finally reached their door, and Dan swiped the key through the lock. His fingers were trembling, his body thrumming with desire; attempt after attempt, the lock light flashed red.

“Here,” Phil whispered, the words breathing hot air across the back of Dan’s neck. “I’ve got you.” Phil’s fingers brushed over Dan’s as he gripped Dan’s hand firmly. Together, Dan and Phil slid the key into the lock, this time much more steadily than Dan’s attempts. The light flashed green, and they were free.

After months of going slow and lusting and being good, they could finally let go.

Phil dropped Dan’s hand, his fingers landing on Dan’s hips and nudging him forward. “Lay on the bed for me,” Phil requested, tender and dominate and sweet all at once.

Dan nodded fiercely, turning the handle and pushing open the door. He rushed into the room and went straight for the bed, immediately crawling up to the middle and laying on his back. He toed his shoes off, and kicked them off the side of the bed, unable to give a single fuck where they landed.

Phil wasn’t far behind him, the door latching shut and the deadbolt locking just seconds after Dan was settled. The entryway light flicked on, casting just enough light into the bedroom that Dan could see.

“Hi baby,” Phil murmured when he rounded the corner of the partition, coming to a stop at the edge of the bed. His hands reached out, landing on Dan’s ankles and rubbing up and down Dan’s calves. “You looked really good tonight.”

“Yeah?” Dan asked breathily, his stomach soaring and his breath hitching at the compliment.

“Yeah,” Phil agreed easily, his hands coming to stop just above Dan’s knees, his fingers lightly caressing the inside of Dan’s legs. God, it was so close to where Dan wanted his hands, but so, so far. “I liked seeing you all flustered at the restaurant and kissing me in the club and dancing. You looked gorgeous.”

Dan felt himself flush red, felt himself grow hot under Phil’s gaze. The praise spread through him, a warm fire waking up his every nerve.

“Now sit up and take off your jacket and shirt for me,” Phil instructed gently, his thumbs still rubbing back and forth at the sensitive spot at the bottom of Dan’s thigh.

“Yeah,” Dan breathed, pushing up onto his elbows, then his hands, so that he could work on taking his clothing off. The new position left their faces close, and Dan wasn’t sure who started it, but suddenly they were kissing again.

Goddamn, how was he supposed to take his clothes off when Phil was kissing him like that?

Phil’s hands slid higher on Dan’s legs, his fingers splayed across his thighs, his thumbs drifting towards Dan’s crotch. Phil’s tongue dragged along Dan’s lip, commanding Dan to open his mouth, their tongues immediately tangling together. Desperate to do as Phil said, to show Phil he could be good, Dan fumbled with his jacket and tried to pull it over his arms.

Alcohol and lust still clouded his movements, though, making him struggle to get the jacket off smoothly. If Phil noticed, he didn’t let on, didn’t reach to help. Another million seconds went by as they kissed, and Dan finally managed to free himself from the leather jacket. Carelessly, he chucked it somewhere to the side of the bed, and immediately reached for the hem of his shirt, yanking it upwards. Phil pulled back from the kiss just far enough for Dan to tug it over his head, Phil’s hands wandering higher on Dan’s legs, the sensation nearly distracting Dan from his goal.

“Do you still want me to fuck you tonight?” Phil asked, voice low and sensual.

Dan groaned, his head tipping back and his eyes looking heavenward as his mind jumped ahead, thinking of all there was to come.

“Please,” Dan answered, dragging his head back to look at Phil. Nothing had even happened yet, but Dan’s breaths were coming in pants, his heart beating erratically, his cock straining against his trousers. “Really wanna ride you.”

“Fuck,” Phil mumbled, his eyes flying shut and grip tightening on Dan’s legs. Phil took a few deep breaths, causing a smug and satisfied feeling to grow in Dan’s stomach. Despite how in control Phil always seemed to be, clearly Dan could rattle him.

It was another second before Phil’s eyes opened again, pupils wide and full of lust. “Okay,” Phil said, voice low and steady. “Then be good and do as I ask.”

“I will,” Dan agreed readily. There was another word at the tip of his tongue, and fuck did Dan want to say it, to see Phil’s reaction, to let go entirely. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the headspace that Dan had been slipping into tonight, but Dan decided to go for it. Carefully watching Phil’s face, Dan licked his lips and added, “sir.”

The animalistic moan that tumbled out of Phil’s mouth was so much more than whatever reaction Dan had been expecting. “Lay down,” Phil demanded, his hands flying to the button on Dan’s jeans. “I want these off,” he huffed, pointedly tugging on the waistband.

“Yes, sir,” Dan said cheekily, the ghost of a smug smile on his face. He laid back, propped up on his elbows so he could still see.

Phil opened his mouth to say something, before seeming to change his mind. Instead, he leaned forward and closed the space between them, pressing his lips to Dan’s and pushing him back. Dan sunk onto the bed, Phil following as his lips chased after Dan’s.

“All the way down,” Phil clarified, his voice somehow still authoritative even when mumbled against Dan’s lips.

Phil popped Dan’s button open, his fingers slowly, achingly dragging down Dan’s cock as he undid the zipper. The sudden lack of constricting pressure was a relief, and all Dan wanted was for Phil to touch him again, to feel Phil’s hand on his cock through the thin layer of his pants.

Instead, Phil reached for the hem of Dan’s jeans and pulled down. Without waiting for Phil’s instruction, Dan dug the heels of his feet into the bed and arched upwards, giving Phil the freedom to pull them over Dan’s arse. The movement caused their cocks to rub together, and even through all the layers, Dan could feel that Phil was hard, could feel Phil’s long, thick length pressed against him.

Phil’s movements were slow — torturously so. Phil’s fingers caressed Dan’s thighs as he freed them from the confines of the dark jeans. The urgency from the club seemed to have melted away now that they were finally alone and free to touch each other however they pleased. The same heat and the lust still laced every single action, though.

Leaning back on his knees, Phil sat up and stared down at Dan, his eyes hungry and lips parted. Dan watched Phil’s face closely as he lewdly raked his eyes over Dan’s naked chest, Phil’s gaze coming to rest on the few centimeters of exposed skin between the bottom of Dan’s briefs and the top of his trousers.

Thumbing over the strip of skin, Phil mumbled something, his voice so low that Dan couldn’t make it out. Whatever it was, it was too long to just be his name.

“What’dya say?” Dan asked, brows furrowed.

Phil’s gaze snapped back up to Dan’s, his cheeks flushing red. “Oh, uh…” he stammered, and Dan realized that whatever he’d said, he must not have meant to say it out loud.

“What?” Dan drawled, a teasing smile pulling at his lips as he pushed back up to his elbows — a direct defiance of Phil’s last instruction. He was curious though, sue him.

“I just…” Phil glanced down to Dan’s thighs, his fingers dragging in delicious circles. When he looked back up, his cheeks were still tinted pink, but there was also a confident smile on his face. “I said,” Phil started slowly, his fingers sliding up Dan’s legs, over his hips, and all the way to his waist. With the lightest pressure Dan could imagine, Phil brushed along Dan’s sides, dragging his fingers along Dan’s ribs. Dan drew in a slow and shaky breath, the touch somehow both a little ticklish and incredibly arousing.

Anticipation hummed beneath Dan’s skin, making him feel like he was positively vibrating with it. Briefly, Dan wondered if Phil could feel it, too.

“I said,” Phil began again, his smile twisting into a bit of a smirk — maybe Phil was aware of the effect he was having after all. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”

Dan inhaled sharply, and his heart hammered so loudly that he wouldn’t be surprised if their bloody neighbors could hear it. He hadn’t been expected that, but god did he love hearing it. It was hot and sexy and sweet, and if Dan wasn’t so damn shocked, he’d probably be smiling. Or pouncing on Phil. Or maybe both.

“Why?” Dan breathed, eyes flitting across Phil’s face. And sure, maybe he was fishing for a compliment — it wasn’t like anyone ever said anything bad after something like that — but, well, Phil’d already cottoned on to the whole praise thing.

Phil didn’t answer immediately, instead shuffling down Dan’s body and pressing a kiss to the strip of Dan’s exposed thigh. Lips still on Dan’s skin, Phil looked up at Dan through his eyelashes. “Mmm, let’s see,” he hummed.

The hum vibrated against Dan’s leg, seemingly radiating through Dan’s lower half and making him shiver with want. Lips dragging along Dan’s body, Phil moved to kiss the crook of Dan’s hip. “You’re beautiful,” Phil said softly, his eyes still trained on Dan’s face.

And fuck, Dan was not used to any of his partners using that word to describe him. Sexy? Sure. Hot? Definitely. Cute? On occasion.

But all the words Phil tended towards — gorgeous, pretty, beautiful? Those were new.

Phil didn’t give Dan time to respond, immediately shifting over to kiss Dan’s opposite hip. “And passionate.” Phil’s lips inched a few more centimeters north, this time kissing the flat of Dan’s stomach, low enough that one lip was still on the hem of Dan’s pants. Dan’s cock twitched, and he wasn’t sure if it was from the kiss right there or the praise. “And kind,” Phil continued, moving to kiss just below Dan’s belly button. “And funny.”

“Fuck, Phil,” Dan mumbled, his voice strangled and utterly wrecked. The whole praise thing hadn’t really been extended to his personality before, but it was clearly working.

Phil was unrelenting, in both his kisses and his compliments. “You’re smart,” he added, this time kissing Dan’s lowest rib. “And thoughtful—” A kiss to the opposite rib. “Inspiring—” A kiss to the middle of Dan’s chest. “Caring—” Phil kissed one of Dan’s nipples, his tongue darting out to flick it.

“Phiillll,” Dan whined, writhing under Phil’s touch. “Please,” he begged. At this point, Dan wasn’t even sure what he was begging for. Something. Anything.

“Shhh,” Phil scolded lightly. “I’m not done yet.”

Dan’s breaths were coming in sporadic and out of control pants, but he tried to force himself to be still, to be good. Beneath him, his arms were quaking, his elbows threatening to give out and send him crashing to the bed, but Dan stayed, desperate to keep watching Phil.

“You’re creative,” Phil murmured, kissing Dan’s other nipple. This time, instead of licking it, Phil drew the nub into his mouth, sucking lightly. “And ambitious.” Phil’s lips landed on Dan’s collarbone next, his teeth grazing Dan’s skin. “And so, so brave.” Wet, open mouth kisses worked their way up Dan’s neck, Phil finally coming to stop at Dan’s pulse point.

The world stood still as Dan waited for Phil do something, to bite or suck or lick or something.

“To me, Dan, you’re perfect,” Phil whispered, his lips brushing over the sensitive spot.

A pleasant heat simmered under Dan's skin and his stomach flipped over, and jesus, Dan had never felt fucking butterflies in bed before, but he was now. It had something to do with the praise, of course it did, but Dan knew it was also because of Phil. Someday, when there wasn't a fucking litre of liquor in his veins and he wasn't desperate to have Phil's cock in his ass, Dan wanted to find out of Phil could make him come from just this.

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“Please fuck me,” Dan whined, head dropping back.

Phil chuckled against Dan’s throat, a feeling that went straight to Dan’s cock.

“Soon, baby,” Phil promised, pushing up and putting his full weight on his knees. “Now turn over for me, let me see your pretty arse.”

Groaning, Dan rolled onto his stomach, his hips involuntarily rocking down as soon as he felt the friction of the bed against his cock. Hot skin pressed all along Dan’s back as Phil leaned forward again, apparently having taken off his shirt. Phil’s lips grazed Dan’s ear, teasing, and his hands grasped Dan’s wrists, bringing them over Dan’s head and pinning them to the bed. Dan couldn’t control the way he squirmed under Phil’s touch, the way his breath had gone ragged thanks to Phil’s thought-scrambling dominance.

“Be good this time, or else I’ll stop,” Phil warned. His tone was clear and direct, and Dan suspected he was serious.

“Yes, sir,” Dan agreed, trying to sound as confident and collected as Phil. It didn’t work though; even to his own ears, it sounded like barely more than a moan.

Phil’s fingers laced with his, his touch melting into something gentler. “This okay?” Phil whispered into Dan’s ear, the domineering tone gone in favor of something softer.

It was well nice and all, but not what Dan wanted, not right now, not after all the buildup to this moment. Right now, he felt utterly consumed by Phil — he could feel Phil’s cock pressed against his arse, could feel Phil’s hands holding his in place, could feel Phil’s front pinning him to the bed — and god did he want it all to continue.

“Fucking hell, yes,” Dan groaned as he rocked his hips backwards, grinding his arse against Phi’s cock, desperate to make his point. “So good, please don’t stop, need more.”

Phil chuckled, his fingers slipping out of Dan’s and wrapping back around his wrists, this time just a hair tighter. “A simple yes would have sufficed, Daniel,” Phil teased. He squeezed Dan’s wrists once, a silent reminder to stay in place, and then he was gone.

Working much more quickly than last time, Phil kissed his way down Dan’s back. The kisses were open-mouthed and wet, the heat of Phil’s mouth contrasting with the cool air in a way that made Dan’s head light and his skin burn.

Phil’s fingers hooked into Dan’s pants, tugging forcefully. “Hips up,” he ordered, his voice authoritative and sexy again.

Dan groaned, obediently canting his hips up. Phil slid the boxers over Dan’s hips, his cock finally, finally, springing free. All at once, Phil pulled Dan’s jeans and briefs down his legs and over his feet, and then Dan was sprawled out on the bed, face down and naked.

Dan expected to feel Phil’s hands — or mouth or cock — somewhere, but all he felt was the refreshingly cool air of the room washing over his bare body. He was tempted to twist around and see what Phil was doing, but Dan didn’t want to disobey — especially since Phil had kind of just called him out for not listening. If this was some kind of test, Dan was determined to pass it.

Phil had made it clear that Dan should stay laying on his stomach, his hands above his head, so dammit, that was what he would do. Dan wanted to be good for Phil, and more than anything, he really didn’t want Phil to stop. Not now, not when they were finally so close. Maybe someday Dan would push Phil’s buttons, see what happened if he misbehaved, but not tonight. Not when he was this fucking desperate to finally get fucked.

And then finally, Dan heard the distinct pop of a lube cap.

“Come ‘ere,” Phil demanded, his hands reaching around Dan’s hips and pulling backwards. Pliantly, Dan let Phil drag his hips backwards, keeping his chest on the bed and his hands above his head.

Dan felt exposed, so, so exposed, but in a good way. Phil trailed his fingers over the curve of Dan’s tailbone, his fingers just barely dipping into the cleft of his ass.

“Look so good like this,” Phil mumbled. Dan pressed back, back into the praise and back into the teasing pressure of Phil’s finger.

“More,” Dan whined, just this side of begging. And honestly, he didn’t even care at this point. If Phil wanted him to beg into a microphone to all of New York City, he would. It’d been so unbelieavably long since he’d been fucked, and now that he was so close to getting it — and with someone he loved, no less— he felt like he was about to scream if Phil didn’t give him something soon.

For another second, all Dan felt was the tantalizing draw of Phil’s thumb between his cheeks, eventually dipping far enough that Phil was circling his hole. And then, and then, Dan finally felt the chilly shock of lube slowly dripping from the tip of his arse all the way to his rim.

The sudden sensation — and all the pleasure it promised — sent a shiver down Dan’s spin, and a loud moan spilled out of his mouth.

“I got you, baby,” Phil assured him lowly.

Forehead pressed to the bed, Dan clamped his eyes shut and focused on every touch, every movement from Phil. There was a finger circling Dan’s hole, now generously spreading the lube around. And there were fingers brushing Dan’s perineum, not firmly enough to actually do anything, but teasing and brushing the very backs of his balls all the same.

And then there were lips, lightly kissing the lowest part of Dan’s back, the part where his arse just began.

Fuck — Phil’s mouth, there, it made Dan want things.

Phil’s finger slipped into Dan’s body, finally giving him what he wanted. But that wasn’t all; Phil’s lips trailed down, his other hand spreading Dan’s cheeks apart so he could kiss his way down, down, down, all the way to where he finger was pushing into Dan’s body.

“Phil,” Dan whined, half in pleasure and half in warning.

Dan could feel Phil pull back, could feel the distinct absence of Phil’s breath. “What wrong, dear?”

Burying his face even further into the duvet, Dan mumbled, “I haven’t showered since this morning.”

Phil chuckled, his finger pointedly rubbing a circle inside Dan. “What’s your point, Dan?”

“I’m not very… clean right now,” Dan pointed out begrudgingly.

“Just relax, okay sweetheart?” Phil instructed sweetly, his tone pacifying.

Before Dan had a chance to respond — physically or verbally — Phil licked a long stripe up from the cusp of Dan’s balls to the base of his spine, his tongue dipping around his fingers, outlining Dan’s rim in the most intoxicating of ways.

Dan would be willing to forego alcohol for the rest of his life if it meant more of that euphoric feeling.

So Dan tried his best to relax, to hand his trust over to Phil and believe that he wouldn’t do anything he wasn’t comfortable with or didn’t find arousing. Over the years, Dan had had so few partners that had been comfortable with anything along the lines of this particular act, and they’d all insisted that he was not only clean down there, but had also preferred that he fasted for twenty four hours if he wanted this.

And jesus, Dan wanted this. He always wanted this.

Phil, though, seemed to completely disregard all the rules Dan’s previous partners had set in place. It was only seconds before Phil’s tongue was back at Dan’s arse, circling his hole and brushing along his finger.

“Fuck,” Dan moaned, far too loud considering there were definitely guests staying on either side of their room. “That fe’l ‘od,” Dan mumbled into the duvet.

Phil’s tongue licked around his finger, dragging across Dan’s rim in a way that made his legs shake, threatening to make him spill forward and collapse onto the bed — something that would definitely be against of Phil’s explicit order.

“What was that?” Phil asked, voice low and rumbling against Dan’s arse.

Jesus, the vibrations from Phil’s voice, the way his lips brushed against Dan’s skin — that really wasn’t helping him get his reactions under control.

“Said,” Dan answered, tipping his head so his cheek was smushed into the blanket instead of his forehead. “Tha’ feels good.”

“Oh,” Phil breathed with a quiet laugh, cool air washing over Dan’s spit-wet arse and causing it to tingle. “Good.”

Phil pumped his finger in and out of Dan at a maddeningly slow pace. His thumb was still brushing against Dan’s perineum, teasing Dan with the slightest hint of pressure against his prostate.

It all felt so good, but it wasn’t enough. Just as Dan was about to whine for more, Phil’s tongue was back, licking from Dan’s balls to his rim, lapping alongside his finger.

“Fuck,” Dan moaned loudly. “There. Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” he rambled, nearly incoherent. His legs were quaking, and if it weren’t for Phil’s firm hand on his hip, Dan was certain he’d collapse.

Phil didn’t stop; he kept licking and kissing, his tongue occasionally dipping inside Dan alongside his finger. He was paying extra attention to Dan’s rim, clearly having taken note of Dan’s reaction. It felt heavenly; Dan couldn’t stop babbling, a senseless string of yes and please and more tumbling out of his mouth, Phil’s name a rhythmless chant. Dan tried his best to muffle his moans into the bed — he knew he was loud in bed normally, but the combination of alcohol and rimming was making him downright deafening.

Writhing under Phil’s merciless tongue, Dan reached his arms forward, desperate for something to do with his hands, something to stop himself from tugging on his hair or playing with his nipples or stroking his cock. The pillows were too far, so Dan clenched his hands around the duvet, tugging wantonly and untucking it from the bed.

Dan’s desperation must have been obvious, because Phil chuckled lowly, his mouth still pressed against Dan’s rim. “You good, babe?” Phil teased, sounding like he already knew the answer, the smug git.

But the slow drag of Phil’s tongue stopped, and his finger froze inside of Dan. Clearly, Phil was waiting for Dan to say something, expecting him to answer the very obvious question.

Dan drew in a long, shaky breath, trying to gather some semblance of control. “Y-yeah,” he stuttered lewdly, his voice dripping with lust.

“Good,” Phil hummed, his tongue once again lapping at Dan’s rim, his finger crooking inside of Dan and —

“Oh fuck,” Dan moaned, blinded by the pleasure of Phil finally properly touching his prostate. The gentle massage, Phil’s mouth — it was all too much, in the best of ways. Absolute euphoria, the kind he hadn’t felt in a long time — maybe not ever — coursed through Dan, wracking his body and taking control.

His cock twitched, and his balls were tight, and he was right there. Words seemed impossible, the warning he knew he should give dying on his tongue. Phil’s finger pressed firmly against Dan’s prostate, rubbing in slow and deliberate circles, his mouth still working magic on Dan’s rim, and Dan was powerless to stop it.

Cum pumped out of Dan’s cock as he came untouched — god, Dan loved that Phil could make him do that. Waves of pleasure coursed through Dan, loud moans and swear words echoing off the walls. Phil worked him through his orgasm, pumping and licking, his grip on Dan’s hip tightening, not letting Dan fall.

“Holy shit,” Dan mumbled when he finally could think, could speak, again. “Tha’ was…”

“Hot,” Phil supplied, his finger slipping out of Dan as he let go of Dan’s hip.

Dan twisted his head back so he could see Phil, who was still between Dan’s legs, but was sitting up now. There was a faint smile on Phil’s face as he gazed at Dan, looking rather amazed. “Was gonna say unexpected,” Dan slurred.

“That too,” Phil agreed affectionately. His hands rested on Dan’s legs, gently sliding up his thighs, slowly gliding over the fleshy cheeks of Dan’s arse. “But in a really, really hot way,” he added, dipping down to drop a kiss to the base of Dan’s spine. His touch was tender and soft, slowly helping Dan come down from his high.

“Sorry, I di’n’t mean ta,” Dan apologized, his words still weak and running together.

Phil smiled fondly, the happiness reaching his eyes, his gaze soft. The look made Dan feel special, made butterflies erupt in his stomach. He’d never realized that sex could feel like this, that he could feel this adored and cherished in the heat of the moment. The way Phil looked at him, touched him, made him feel — it was so much more than just physical pleasure.

That four letter L word was loud in Dan’s mind again and, yeah, that was why this all felt so good. Dan let his eyes fall shut for a moment, savoring how fucking amazing he felt right now, both physically and emotionally.

His eyes flew open again when he felt Phil’s hands leave his arse, only to find Phil shuffling off the bed. Dan’s brows furrowed as he attempted to follow Phil’s movements.

“Wha’?” he murmured blearily, confused as to why Phil seemed to be moving further away, not closer. Phil smiled softly, not helping Dan make sense of what was happening at all.

“You can lay down now, sweetheart,” Phil said softly as he pressed lightly on Dan’s back, a gentle instruction to relax. “I’ll be right back,” he added, but Dan still didn’t understand.

“Where’re ya going?” Dan asked, a hint of urgency in his voice. Phil cocked his head, looking just as confused as Dan felt.

“To get a wet towel to clean you up with, don’t want you to go to sleep sticky.” Phil smiled sweetly, his gaze fond.

Blinking slowly, Dan tried to process the meaning behind Phil’s words, blanching when he realized what Phil was implying. Dan shot up and spun around to face Phil.

“Sleep?!” Dan cried, outraged. Dan scanned down Phil’s body and, yes, Phil was definitely still hard. His cock was straining against his jeans, bulging against the dark material. “Why the fuck would we go to sleep right now?”

“Er…” Phil’s eyes flitted to the mess Dan had left on the duvet and his stomach. “I figured that was kind of… the end of the sex?”

“No!” Dan exclaimed, definitely far too loud for the middle of the night. “We aren’t skipping sex just because I have the self-control of a bloody teenager!”

Phil cocked his head to the side, one eyebrow raised and a small smile pulling at his lips. He looked amused, but Dan could also see doubt etched in his features. “I don’t want you to get, ya know, overstimulated. I want you to enjoy it.”

“Ugh,” Dan whined, growing frustrated by the delay. He’d just gotten off — hell, he could still feel his cum wet against his stomach — but he was already itching for more. Dan’s arse felt empty, his skin tingling and desperate for more. He was still so turned on, so attracted to Phil, that Dan was almost certain that he could come again tonight. Love and lust had taken over every atom in his body, and he felt so fucking connected to Phil right now — something he wasn’t about to give up, even if it did mean a little bit of overstimulation.

Dan fixed Phil with a petulant glare, lips pursed and brows furrowed. “I swear to god, Philip Lester, if you don’t get over here and finish stretching me, I’m doing it myself.”

Phil stepped back to the edge of the bed, hovering over Dan. Gently, Phil cradled Dan’s cheek, thumbing over his dimple. “You sure?” he asked, his voice a little lower, his eyes soft.

“Fuck, I’m so sure,” Dan huffed, lips still tight. Eager to show Phil just how sure he was, Dan pushed up onto his knees and leaned into Phil, pressing their chests together and kissing him soundly. Dan’s lips were insistent, fierce and hot against Phil’s.

“Mmm,” Phil hummed, pulling back just enough to speak. Phil’s hand fell from Dan’s cheek to his hip, his grip loose and his fingers tracing light circles along the jut of Dan’s bone. “I’m not convinced,” Phil teased, a cheeky smirk pulling at his lips.

Dan could tell Phil was taking the piss, and if Dan wasn’t so goddamn impatient, he would probably have retaliated with something snarky. Instead, Dan grumbled a quiet fuck you, and leaned forward to kiss Phil again. Gentle hands on Dan’s chest stopped him, a soft but commanded pressure pushing him backwards.

“Maybe next time,” Phil said with a wink. He pushed Dan a little harder. “Now lay down on your back, I wanna see your face.”

Hungrily, Dan followed Phil’s instruction, spreading out on the bed and staring up at Phil. Transfixed, Dan watched as Phil reached for the button of his own jeans, popping it through the hole. Phil’s eyes bore into Dan’s as he slowly drug the zipper down, revealing his pants centimeter by tantalizing centimeter. When Phil’s trousers were finally all the way open, and he pushed them over his hips, Dan could see the outline of his thick cock, a wet patch darkening his grey briefs.

Dan licked his lips, half tempted to sit back up and yank Phil’s pants down so he could take Phil in his mouth. God, Phil just had such a nice cock, and Dan fucking adored sucking it. But right now, Dan was too eager to have Phil’s cock in him to do anything that would delay it even for a second.

Maybe tomorrow morning Dan would blow Phil. Blowjobs did tend to be a nice wake up call, after all.

Phil pushed his jeans down, his pants going with them. He kicked them to the side, finally standing naked, bare and beautiful. Dan was frozen in place, defenseless against the beauty of Phil — his cock, his thighs, his everything.

“Lovely,” Phil murmured, his eyes scanning over Dan as he crawled onto the bed. Dan parted his legs, making room for Phil and opening himself up, eager for more. Phil settled into the space between Dan’s legs, laying on his stomach and pressing a wet, heavy kiss to the inside of Dan’s thigh. Phil poured more lube onto his hand, spreading and warming the gel, and then his fingers were back at Dan’s hole, gently rubbing against his rim. “Tell me if it’s too much,” Phil whispered, pressing in gently.

It was a lot, perhaps just this side of too much. Dan tried to stay in control, to not give away how sensitive he was, but he couldn’t help the breathy gasp that slipped out of his mouth as Phil dragged his finger out and pushed it back in.

“Y’good, baby?” Phil asked softly, his finger stilling inside of Dan.

Mutely, Dan nodded, eyes half-lidded and tongue too heavy for words. It wasn’t bad. In fact, it actually felt really fucking good; Dan hadn’t pushed himself to keep going this soon after an orgasm since his teenage years, but holy shit, it might have to have to become a thing.

Phil, so in tune with Dan’s needs, started moving again; his finger found a slow and steady pace, relentlessly teasing Dan’s walls. Dan basked in the feeling. Slowly, the slight edge of overstimulation ebbed away, and Dan yearned for more.

“Another,” he breathed when Phil just barely brushed his prostate, voice high and shaky.

On the next thrust, Phil slipped a second finger into Dan, and the added girth was fucking heavenly. Maybe all of the waiting had wore down Phil’s patience as well, because he began working efficiently then, scissoring his fingers and purposefully stretching Dan. His mouth was everywhere, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin of Dan’s inner thighs, renewing the fading hickeys that littered Dan’s legs. The kisses were heated, frantic almost, as if Phil couldn’t possibly stop indulging in Dan.

Phil’s movements were sloppier than they’d been all night, and his hips were ever-so-slightly grinding down against the bed. All Dan could see was the mess of Phil’s jet black hair spread across his thighs, the long expanse of Phil’s masculine back, the gentle movement of Phil’s pale arse rocking down. Dan was maddeningly desperate for sex, and it appeared Phil was too.

What couldn’t have been a minute later, Dan felt another finger at his rim, Phil’s hand pausing. Confused by the sudden lack of movement, Dan forced his eyes open so he could properly look at Phil.

Phil was staring up at Dan from between his legs, a questioning look on his face. Dan nodded fiercely and rocked his hips down against Phil’s fingers, a whiny please just barely escaping his lips.

Kissing slowly up Dan’s thigh, maybe to distract him, maybe to tease him, Phil pushed three fingers in. The movement was torturously slow, leaving Dan writhing and wanton. The worried part of Phil, the bit that was trying hard to not overstimulate Dan, seemed to win out over the desperation; Phil’s fingers moved like honey, sweet and slow. For the first time tonight, Dan felt a proper stretch as Phil’s fingers pumped in and out of Dan, brushing against his prostate again and again.

The stretch was fucking devine, and Dan felt his cock slowly start to swell, finally beginning to match how aroused he was. Phil’s rhythm was steady, his aim perfect, and Dan was thankful he’d already come once — it meant he could relax and enjoy this part without worrying about getting too worked up too fast, something that seemed far too possible given the bloody months of foreplay.

Dan was lost in the pleasure, and minute or hours or fucking days later, he finally gasped, “I’m ready.”

Phil didn’t say anything, letting out a shuddering breath as he smiled at Dan, his eyes blown wide with heady want. He pulled his fingers from Dan, leaving him empty and aching for Phil, and raised up onto his knees. Chest heaving and lip caught tightly between his teeth, Phil popped the lube open and moved to pour some onto his cock.

But Dan was sick of just looking — a sudden wave of sexual frustration and desire to touch Phil coursed through him. He needed to touch Phil, and he couldn’t stand waiting another second to do so. Grabbing Phil’s wrist, Dan stopped him. “Can I?” he asked, nearly pleading.

Phil froze in place, the bottle just centimeters from his cock. “Yeah,” he agreed breathlessly, letting Dan take the lube from his hand. Dan shifted up and kneeled in front of Phil, once again tempted to wrap his lips around Phil’s cock, to feel the firm pressure of Phil hitting the back of his throat.

Later, Dan reminded himself.

Refocusing on the task at hand, Dan fumbled with the bottle, his knees wobbling beneath him, his arse positively aching to have Phil in him already.

“Sit against the headboard?” Dan requested, his submissive tone leagues away from the commanding one Phil had used earlier.

Still on his knees, Phil cocked an eyebrow and maintained his ground. He held Dan’s gaze, completely immobile, clearly waiting for something — Dan just wasn’t sure what. Fiddling with the lube, Dan stared up at Phil with bated breath, anxiously watching for some indication of what Phil wanted.

“Manners,” Phil reminded Dan sternly, finally relenting, his voice gravelly and salacious, his lips quirked up into a hint of a smirk.

Fuck.

Dan swallowed thickly and his cock twitched against his stomach. For a second, Dan’s mind was so blank that he couldn’t say anything, he was just quiet and settled and so fucking in love.

Phil cleared his throat, brows raised expectantly. His gaze flicked from Dan’s eyes, to the bottle, and then back to Dan’s eyes again.

“Please,” Dan choked out hastily, sounding strained. “Sit against the headboard, please?”

“Good boy,” Phil murmured, his voice tight and breath laboured. He looked pleased, something that made a serene wave of contentment wash over Dan. Dropping a light kiss to Dan’s forehead, Phil moved passed him to the top of the bed. He leaned against the headboard, his hands immediately reaching for Dan.

Eagerly, Dan crawled up the bed, quickly coming to straddle Phil’s thighs, lube bottle still clutched in his hand.

“Thank you...” Dan whispered, trailing off. His tongue darted out to wet his lips. He was probably chapping them beyond repair, but he didn’t care. “Sir.”

Phil groaned loudly, his head tipping back and thumping against the wooden bedframe.

“Fuck,” he exhaled sharply. With what appeared to be immense effort, Phil lifted his head again, meeting Dan’s eye. “You’re perfect. So, so perfect.”

Dan’s heart thrummed heavily at the praise, butterflies beating at his stomach, desire to be better and better rushing through his veins. Gaze falling, Dan squeezed some into his palm, quickly rubbing his hands together to warm the lube as it dribbled across his skin. Phil was so hard, so pink, so ready, and Dan wanted to ride him right this fucking second.

Eyes still downcast, Dan wrapped his fingers around Phil’s cock, spreading the gel and relishing in the heavy weight of Phil in his hand. A low, throaty moan escaped Phil’s mouth, and his head tipped forward to land on Dan’s shoulder. Phil’s hands grabbed Dan’s hips, his fingers digging into Dan’s flesh. His grip wasn’t pushing or pulling — he was simply grasping at Dan's skin, passionate, urgent.

Dan could feel Phil’s breath, hot against his as Phil exhaled a shuddering sigh into Dan’s shoulder, clearly desperate.

The lube had barely coated Phil’s cock when Dan pulled his hand away, ready and just as desperate, his arse practically demanding to be filled. Quickly, Dan shuffled up to straddle Phil’s hips, his hand reaching behind himself to guide Phil’s cock to his rim.

Their bare skin rubbed together, and Phil’s head shot up, his gaze finding Dan’s. Phil’s lips were parted, a small whimper just barely audible, and his pupils were blown wide. His nails were digging into Dan’s waist, now — Dan could tell Phil’s patience was running thin.

Months — Dan had wanted to do this for bloody months at this point, and now they were finally here, Phil’s cock pushing against Dan’s rim, his tip just barely nuding against Dan’s hole.

Leaning backwards, Dan sunk down onto Phil’s cock, finally — finally — feeling Phil push into him. The stretch was so much better than Phil’s fingers, the penetration somehow more intimate than Phil’s tongue — something Dan certainly hadn’t expected.

“Fucking christ,” Dan moaned, the words barely audible. Dan was used to being loud in bed, but right now, he felt like the noise was fucking knocked out of him, rendering him incapable of anything other than a ragged, shallow, nearly incomprehensible moan. Dan lowered himself slowly but eagerly, milking every second of being filled for the first time in ages, being filled by someone he loves for the first time ever.

Phil didn’t appear to be in much better of a state, his hands finally unclenching from Dan’s hips only to loop around Dan’s waist, pulling him down down down.

And then — and then — Phil bottomed out, Dan’s arse resting flush against Phil’s hips, Phil’s cock buried to the hilt inside of Dan. Relaxing, Dan let himself sink into Phil, nearly boneless as he savored the moment.

“Fuck, baby,” Phil exhaled sharply, collapsing forward again, his forehead crashing into Dan’s shoulder. “So tight,” he mumbled into Dan’s skin, breath hot and panting.

“Feels ‘ood,” Dan slurred, his head tipping back as he lost himself in the feeling of Phil. Slowly, tentatively, Dan rocked his hips forward, shifting on Phil’s cock and grinding his own dick into Phil’s stomach. The movement caused Phil to push against Dan’s prostate, the white-hot pleasure almost perfectly in time with the sensual drag of Dan’s cock against Phil’s stomach.

“Ah—” Phil grunted, clearly just as gone as Dan. Phil’s breath was ragged and his fingers felt desperate. Seeming to use Dan’s position to his advantage, Phil’s lips latched onto Dan’s neck, his mouth pressing wet kisses along Dan’s throat.

“Phi-illll,” Dan groaned, hoarse. He’d lost complete control over his words, his breath, and he was incapable of anything more than a shaky moan of Phil’s name.

Well — maybe there was something else he was capable of saying, a few other words that beat at the tip of his tongue. But they weren’t words for now, and certainly not for tonight. But they were there, Dan could feel them pulsing through his veins, practically radiating from his body, and he wondered if Phil could sense them, too.

Dan rose up, his movements slow and languid as he relished in the thick drag of Phil’s cock. Hands shifted to Phil’s shoulders’, Dan lifted himself higher and higher, until Phil’s tip was teasing his rim, just barely inside of him.

One hand looped around Phil’s shoulder, tangling in the short hairs at the nape of his neck, as Dan tugged his head upwards. Hips still hovering above Phil’s, teasing them both, Dan crashed forward and captured Phil’s lips with his own, kissing him fiercely and passionately. Their mouths parted and their tongues tangled as they moved together before Dan pulled back suddenly. Chest heaving, Dan let his forehead fall against Phil’s, his breath coming in harsh, shallow pants.

“Wanna see you,” Dan muttered, his eyes finding Phil’s, his voice high and needy. Carefully watching Phil’s face, Dan lowered himself onto Phil’s cock, taking him slowly, reveling in every millimeter.

Phil’s face was a perfect picture of pleasure, his lips parted and his eyelids heavy. His breaths were coming just as fast as Dan’s, and he seemed to be fighting the urge to thrust his hips up.

He didn’t, though. Phil was apparently content to let Dan control the moment, even if Dan was going agonizingly slow. It just felt so good to finally be filled, to finally be sitting on Phil’s cock, and Dan was having trouble finding the strength to move. Riding Phil had been on Dan’s mind since they’d got to the club tonight — well, if he was honest, it’d really been on his mind for well over three months now.

And now that it was finally happening, Dan was so fucking distracted by being full that he was struggling to find the will to rise up again, to let go of the sensation of Phil’s cock in his arse for even a second.

Dan found a slow pace, his hips rising and falling on Phil’s cock, Phil’s name tumbling out of Dan’s lips every time he sunk down.

“Dan, baby,” Phil murmured, his hands untangling from Dan’s waist, and coming to rest on his hips. His palms rubbed up and down Dan’s sides, lacking direction or rhythm, seemingly touching just for the sake of touching. Phil’s eyes fell and Dan’s gaze followed, quickly becoming entranced with the way their hips were meeting and separating, over and over and over.

Dan cupped Phil’s jaw and tipped his head up, their eyes meeting once again.

“Mine,” Dan mumbled, the word barely more than a desperate moan breathed against Phil’s lips.

“Yeah,” Phil agreed breathlessly, his eyes searching Dan’s, full of lust and longing — and maybe even another L word. Dan couldn’t know, but he could hope.

Spurred on by Phil’s promise, and by the look in Phil’s eye, Dan shifted his hips and thrust down a little faster. The new angle caused Phil’s cock to push into Dan’s prostate, pleasure radiating from his arse to his spine, his toes, his fingers. The bliss was all-consuming, and Dan’s calm restraint shattered.

Desperate for more — more touching, more feeling, more fucking — Dan thrust down again and again, his hips rocking faster and his fingers digging into Phil’s shoulders.

Phil let Dan move as he pleased. His wandering hands silently encouraged Dan without guiding him to move faster or slower, simply exploring and touching and feeling. His fingers traced the letters of Dan’s tattoo, thumbed along the gentle bumps of Dan’s ribs, dipped across Dan’s chest to flick his nipples.

They were both letting out soft groans and whimpers — though Phil’s were much quieter than Dan’s. Fervent, all-consuming pleasure took control of Dan, and he gripped Phil tighter, his nails probably digging into Phil’s shoulder and his hand likely tugging Phil’s hair as Dan bounced on Phil’s cock.

If Phil minded, he didn’t say anything. Phil was murmuring a slew of Dan and baby, sounding so blissed-out and pleased that Dan thrust down harder, faster.

Suddenly, Phil’s hands stopped moving, his fingers digging into Dan’s ribs and his nails surely — hopefully — leaving crescent shaped marks along Dan’s sides. Phil’s head tipped backwards, colliding with the headboard as he let out a low whine.

“C-close,” he grunted, eyes still shut and hands still clawing at Dan.

And fuck, Dan couldn’t blame him. Phil hadn’t gotten off tonight, and they’d waited so long, and the alcohol made everything feel a little less inhibited.

But Dan wasn’t quite there yet, and jesus, he was so hard and so turned on that he was certain he’d fucking cry if he didn’t come again. And he really, really wanted to come with Phil in him.

Desperate, Dan collapsed forward, his head tucking into Phil’s neck and his hands tangling in Phil’s hair. Dan sunk down again, and this time, Phil’s cock hit Dan’s prostate at the perfect angle.

“Waittt,” Dan whined, lifting up and thrusting down with a little more force and a little less control — his brains were completely fucked out at this point, and any restraint he’d had was long gone.

Phil’s hands shifted, scratching frantically at Dan’s back. The slight pain, combined with the nearly overwhelming amount of pleasure, made Dan’s stomach twist and his balls tighten and fuck, he was nearly there.

“T-touch me,” Dan stuttered, begged. “Touch me, touch me, touch me.” His cock was aching, and the delirious plea was tumbling out of his mouth nonsensically. “Please,” Dan added needily.

And then Phil’s hand was on him, wrapped tightly around Dan’s cock, pumping in time with Dan’s thrusts. It was so much; Dan felt dizzy and drunk and wanton, lost in the feeling of Phil stroking him, filling him.

“So good, Dan,” Phil praised, his voice weak and his words laced with pleasure. “So good for me, feel good around me.”

Dan felt his cock twitch, his breath stuttered, and a wave of relief consumed him as he came. Unlike the previous orgasm, this one didn’t take Dan by surprise, but that didn’t make it any less intense. Phil stroked Dan through his orgasm even as he began thrusting up, chasing his own release.

“Dan,” Phil groaned, his hips stilling inside Dan, his cock throbbing and pumping cum deep into Dan’s arse. Loving the feeling — and, even more, the intimacy — of it, Dan grinded down, pushing Phil just a little further into him.

Phil whimpered, his head falling forward onto Dan’s shoulder as he rode out his own orgasm. The weight of Phil kept Dan anchored, kept him in this moment and focused on Phil Phil Phil.

Slowly, Dan’s breath calmed down and his fingers let go of their vice-like grip on Phil’s hair. Still, Dan couldn’t find the strength to sit up again, instead choosing to nuzzle his head in the crook of Phil’s neck. Phil’s warm arms wrapped around Dan’s waist and held him close, Phil’s cock softening inside of Dan.

“That was amazing,” Phil murmured into Dan’s ear. He sounded just as breathless and euphoric as Dan felt.

“Yeah,” Dan agreed distantly, his mind still muddled, but quieter, at peace. “Guess we’re good at sex,” he mumbled into Phil’s neck, a weak attempt at humor.

Phil giggled, his chest shaking beneath Dan. “Not surprised,” he said as he trailed his fingertips along Dan’s spine, his touch light and the repetitive motion calming Dan.

Weight leaning against each other, Phil’s hands tracing mindless shapes on Dan’s back, they relaxed together.

“Let me help you shower,” Phil said after a few minutes, making Dan suddenly aware of the drying cum on their stomachs, Phil’s cum that was bound to leak out of him soon.

Regardless, Dan didn’t move, relishing the quiet of his mind, and the way it felt like the weight of the world was finally off his shoulders.

“In a minute,” he countered softly.

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