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[kiwii-11]

get a grip!

in which . . . darlin’ gets confronted by the shaw pack boys in their hopes of finding out more on their ‘budding interest’ with a certain southern vampire.

or . . . david, asher and milo, in older brother-like fashion, poke fun at tank for how flustered they get whenever sam is brought up.

cw . . . gn reader, they/them used, second person pov, some bland sex jokes, boys teasing darlin’/tank while they reject the idea, injury mention, obv set before the solstice w sam, a bit after david confronts tank and they have a pack meeting about it, they are also still a bit nervous about being back, mentions of high school shaw pack, darlin’!reader

“please get home safe. it’s a bit far to yours.” you say as you stand on the pavement.

“i always do, darlin’.” sam chuckles as he unlocks his car. you notice the way his eyes linger in you for a moment. “call me when mr shaw finds something out about quinn, okay? i’ll do the same.”

you nod your head and wrap your arms around yourself to keep warm. it was only 10pm and sam was just now leaving your apartment after you gave him the rundown of the pack meeting that happened yesterday. he would’ve stayed longer if it weren’t for a couple of newborns causing trouble back with the clan. you had told him the meeting was about further information on what they could do about quinn, and while you still felt uneasy about discussing it with your pack, you promised david.

you’re brought back to the present when you feel sam gently pat your shoulder. “can i give ya’ a hug?”

you’ve noticed him some sort of mother hen, always looking after people. he also always seems to know when you need the attention you didn’t know could be offered. you let out a short hum of confirmation.

he squeezes your gently around your shoulders as you loosely hold onto his torso. you feel relaxed, even though it was only for a second. you swear he can hear your heart thumping against your chest harder than any punch you could throw.

“i’ll come by on thursday to check up on you, alright? you have a good night, darlin’.” he says with a sweet smile. you almost falter.

“you too, sam.”

you watch as his car drives off into the direction of his house, to which you let out a sigh of relief. turning back to your apartment building, you stop when you notice a figure standing behind the tree nearby. you pause, trying to find some sort of reasoning for them to be hiding out this late. maybe a teenager trying to sneak back in? no, that wouldn’t make any sense, the windows can’t open wide enough to do that. they don’t smell familiar. you grow wary.

as you walk closer, the figure shivers and stills. it makes you only a bit more annoyed. who was this?

in a swift motion, you have them face first pressed against the concrete with your knee weighing down on their middle back. you keep an arm in your grip as you pull the hood off their head. “why the hell are you spy—?”

“ow, ow, ow, ow, surrender, surrender, i surrender!” you recognised that whiney voice and ruffled hair from anywhere.

you get up and pull the man up to his feet as well. “asher, what the fuck are you doing stalking my apartment building?” you grunt.

“i didn’t mean to!” the pack beta complains, rubbing his arm as he picks up the bag from the ground, “i—i tried calling you but you weren’t picking up! i found this game we gotta’ start playing, it looks totally sick!”

your brow twitches as you sigh, rubbing your forehead, “my phone’s charging in my room. and it’s late at night, what are you still doing up? and… why do you smell different?”

as you guide him into the building, asher trails behind with a wide smile. “well i couldn’t sleep, and i remember at the pack meeting yesterday you said you were fine, but then david told me after that you said you had a hard time falling asleep on days you don’t work, so i thought i could come over and we could play some.” he explains to you as you enter the elevator. “and this is my mate’s jacket. you’re probably picking up their scent.”

you nod your head as you rub your neck.

“oh, you gotta’ meet them at some point soon, they’ve been dying to get to know you! my mate has this whole dinner planned so you can meet all the other mates too!” he cheerfully informs you. if he was in his wolf form, he’d definitely be wagging his tail. “we’re all excited to have you back.”

you glance at him. asher is already looking back at you. the numbers on the elevator wall suddenly look so appealing. “thanks, ash.”

the doors open and you lead him into your apartment. he’s already here so you might as well play that game. as he sets it up on your console, you grab him a drink. it’s awkward for you as you sit and wait.

“by the way, who was that guy?” he suddenly asks as he hands you a controller.

you freeze. “what guy?”

asher laughs a little, “y’know, the guy you were just with outside. with the cowboy accent.” he blinks at you before he raises a brow. “wait, was he some booty call? damn, it’s not even midnight, you guys work fast—”

“he is not some—ugh, no, asher, that’s… that’s sam.” you admit to him.

he stares at you as you stare at the menu screen. “‘sam’? as in, the vampire who’s helping you?”

“yeah, i just wanted to talk to him about what was going on.” you say shortly.

asher nods his head as he goes through the instructions with you in quiet. the music from the game sound off at a low volume due to the time, but it’s a type of quiet that puts you at ease.

“so are you two fuckin’ or what?”

you slap his arm with furrowed brows. “get out of my apartment, asher.”

he begins to laugh a little, “what? c’mon, you gotta tell me! i didn’t know you had a thing for cowboys—”

“we’re not—god, asher…” you feel so embarrassed thinking about how he witnessed you and sam say ‘goodbye’. though it wasn’t even that bad, the implications he was making were wildly out of reach. “i don’t think of him like that.”

“oh really? ‘cause david said—”

“david’s a liar!”

“oh yeah?”

“yeah.”

“i’m telling him you said that.”

you begin the game.

“don’t tell david i said that.”

he ended up leaving your apartment at 12am with a teasing grin and hopes to continue your game together.

a few days later, you had promised david that you would go on an afternoon jog with him since it was his day off and his mate was at work. he wanted a little tour around your block for a change, but you knew it was just so he could make sure the area was safe for you.

the park was deemed a good place to rest for a second and catch your breath. trailing behind david was definitely a workout. you hadn’t trained with him in years, subsequently forgetting that he lived and breathed the gym. while you weren’t any stranger to the idea, you more-so worked out at home in the spare room you turned into a home gym. it was nothing compared to david’s routine, though.

you had noticed that his scent had changed, just slightly. a new washing detergent, or something. when you commented on it, he claimed that his mate insists on doing their washing and changed the detergent they used. you say that it smells nice anyway.

“asher said you called me a liar last night.”

“that’s little…” you scowl as you tie your shoelaces, “he was just saying shit. and he dropped in on me at 10pm.”

“what were you guys talking about?” he asks as he opens his water bottle.

you’re hesitant to tell him and he notices. david already has an inkling on what you and sam were, but in truth there was no label to put on it. it didn’t matter what you felt, only what was true.

“just about the pack meeting,” you say at first but you notice david’s raised brow that makes your resolve crumble, “and sam…”

“so that’s it, then? what does that have to do with me being a liar?” he questions.

“you told him that sam was the one who told you about quinn and me being back,” you huff as you wipe the sweat off your forehead, “and now he thinks we’re—ugh…”

“sleeping together?” he finishes.

“yeah.” you huff.

“well, are you not?” he huffs back.

“no!” you scowl, standing back up with your arms crossed, “let’s just go now.”

“it doesn’t matter if you are,” david reiterates as he begins to jog behind you, “we couldn’t care less what you two do, just as long as it doesn’t endanger you or the pack.”

“we are not sleeping together,” you groan as you look back at the pack alpha, “sam just comes over and checks up on me or to tell me shit about quinn.”

“hm, is that so?” you see him begins to jog in line with you. his tone makes you squint your eyes at him. “he told me that he had to come over and save your ass once. bleeding out on the couch and everything.”

“only because i let him save me,” you state, “i could’ve healed myself.”

“we both know you’re about as good as asher when it comes to healing magic.” david claims. he dodges your heated glare. “you know i don’t think sam’s trouble.”

“i know, david…” you mumble under your breath.

he continues your jog without another word on it. you’re thankful; david at least had half the mind to notice when you were done with the conversation.

unfortunately, asher didn’t, which is why david holds you back from hitting him in the head when you two see not only the beta, but milo waiting outside your apartment building as well.

“a cowboy? really, tank?” milo grumbles with crossed arms.

“what’re you talking about, jersey boy?” you scoff back as you reluctantly let the three pack members into the apartment building, “what are you two doing here? again, asher?”

“hey, milo wants to see the southern vamp!” asher chuckles as the elevator door opens. before he can continue, david nudges his rib to shut him up, allowing your unempowered neighbours leave the elevator and make way for you four. in the safety of the elevator, he continues. “when is sam coming over again?”

“i’m not telling you! you’ll just drag these two back here to catch us!” you claim, already feeling a buzz of embarrassment in the air.

“doin’ what, huh?” milo nudges you gently with a sly smirk, “what do you two get up to?”

“nothing!” you claim.

“they hugged last night!” asher shakes your shoulders vigorously, to which david pries the beta’s hands off you. “can you believe it?”

“no fuckin’ way, he hugged you and got to keep his limbs?” milo laughs out as the doors open. they follow you to your apartment. you silently wondered what your neighbours thought about you letting four different men into your apartment at such different times. “goddamn, he’s got guts.”

the three of them had only seen your apartment a handful of times, but the older and youngest seemed to act like they had been there the whole time. your pantry is raided of your snacks and and your fridge rid of your drinks. david warned them to slow down.

“i’ve never seen anyone else get that close to you,” milo points out as he sips from a can, “you into him?”

“you guys are crazy,” you scoff as you shake your head and move passed milo to the fridge, “i’ve known him for like… three months.”

“david fell in love with his mate when he first met them.” asher juts a thumb out to their alpha, to which he grumbles under his breath. “it’s not bad if you’re into him.”

“i’m not.” you sigh as drink from your bottle of water.

“so how come you got that wretched piece of clothing sittin’ on your couch?” milo questions as he makes his way to the said place. he picks up the flannel by the collar with a judging look. “doesn’t smell like ya’. vamps have that certain kinda’ scent, don’t they?”

“tank, there’s nothing wrong with being… involved with sam,” david says again with crossed arms over his chest, “just be safe.”

“you’re taking this out of proportion,” you let our a dry laugh as you grab the flannel from milo’s hands and toss it onto the solo seat in the corner, “our relationship is purely transactional.”

“and by ‘transactional’, you mean—”

“ash, ew.”

“just admit to us that you like the cowboy vampire and we’ll be outta’ your hair.” asher giggles out with some schoolboy listening to gossip in the locker rooms. “i didn’t get a good look at him, though, is he sexy?”

“ash!” you grumble out in protest.

“remember the guy they had a crush on in high school?” david inputs from his seat at your counter, “the one from the band?”

“oh yeah!” milo joins in, “the drummer, right? he was pretty cute then, i remember tank gettin’ all flustered whenever he would invite them to watch their practice.”

“don’t even start.” you warn.

“and they accidentally shifted when he came up to us on our way to school!” asher’s voice makes you rush over to him and slam your fist against his back. “ow! and—and we had to tell him that they were the new school mascot!”

their laughter voids into the room, which makes you grow more aggravated. with a middle finger, you exit the area.

“i’m gonna’ take a shower and by the time i’m done, your mess is cleaned up and you are all out of here,” you huff as you turn away to your room, “thanks, david.”

“you’re welcome,” he replies, “let’s go, guys.”

you hear their whines to not leave until you shut your door and grab a towel. the shower you took definitely calmed your down a little more and refreshed you after your jog with david.

one of the reasons sam had visited you so often was also due to your injuries facing other vampires. your last wound, a deep scratch on the right side of your torso, was still yet to heal properly. you didn’t want to tell this to the others, though, that you weren’t fully healed. they would pry further and you weren’t fully ready to speak to them.

your shower finishes and you change into new clothes when you walk into your bedroom again, your phone ringing on your bedside table. walking over, you notice the three-lettered name.

“hello?”

“hey, sorry for the abrupt call,” sam’s voice comes through your device, making you stand up a little straighter, “i tried textin’, but i wasn’t gettin’ any answers. i’m outside your apartment, darlin’.”

“you’re what?” you jump into action, rushing out your bedroom into the kitchen and living room area. luckily, you’re met with silence and no sign of the boys. the sun had just gone down; did he come over as soon as he could?

“yeah, i’m outside. you didn’t hear me knock?” sam asks.

“i was in the shower, i’ll let you in.” you hang up immediately and, using your towel, try to shake out the rest of the water from your head. you prayed to whoever that the boys had left as soon as you got into the shower, and they didn’t bump into sam. taking a deep breath, you open the door with your towel around your neck. “hi.”

“hey, darlin’,” sam chimes with the same smile as always; you’d think he was trained for this, “sorry ‘bout all this.”

“oh, no it’s fine,” you wave it off and let him inside, “what were you here for?”

“to drop these off for ya’,” he says and he places a couple of medicine pills and supplies on the counter, “for the one on your side. hopefully it’ll help it heal better.”

you look at each of the items. “oh, um, thank you.” you sheepishly say.

“do you mind if i… take a quick look?” he worriedly mutters out.

no matter how many times he asks, you always get a bit heated up. you clear your throat and sit on the counter seats, gently lifting up the side of your loose shirt.

you hear sam inhale sharply at the sight. he warns you about his touch, to which you allow. “it’s still bad, but… it’s definitely gettin’ better.”

“you think so?” you mutter out.

“yep,” he says, tugging your shirt back down to cover it up, “still as strong as ever, ain’t ya’?”

you let out a small chuckle before sam begins to go through what each item does for your health. while only half listening, you can only stare at him and the crease of his brows as he explains everything. sure enough, he was in a flannel and some jeans. you begin to think about asher’s question from earlier. did you find him attractive?

“you listenin’, darlin’?” he speaks up, snapping you out of your trance.

“huh? oh yeah, i was,” you falsely state, “thank you.”

“mhm.” he huns with a knowing smile. it falters for a moment before he looks to the wall by the tv. “you hear that?”

“hear what?” you stand again and tilt your head. “i didn’t hear anything. it’s probably my neighbour’s cat rummaging around. i hear it sometimes at night.”

“huh. okay.” sam shrugs it off as what you said. his sense of hearing was impressive, as you’ve noted since that time he heard you let out a sharp gasp after trying to replace some bloodies bandages on your own while he was in the kitchen. “what did you get up to today?”

“went on a jog with david,” you say, to which sam immediately stands up straight, “got some paperwork to get through, like contracting and some stuff. that’s about it. you?”

“one of the newborns is still hesitant on feeding, as you’d expect. vincent and i are tryna’ ease ‘em through it, but it takes a toll, y’know?” he claims as he rubs his neck, “the thought if you came to mind when i passed the infirmary. just imagined that you’d need some more help with that one.”

you find his words to be like honey. sweetens your bitter taste, but in a different way to everyone else.

“that’s kind of you. oh that reminds me, you left your shirt here,” you claim as you walk to the couch to retrieve it, but you find nothing, “huh… i must’ve misplaced it.”

“it’s fine, i’ll get it another day.” he waves his hand dismissively.

“did you want a drink or something?” you offer with a small smile, “gotta’ warn you, though, no tennessee whiskey.”

“hardy har, that’s a good song and you know it,” he rolls his eyes at your joke and he shakes his head, “i’d love to stay, but vincent needs some help with surveillance at wonderworld. we’re hoping to not catch another shifter tryna’ get into trouble.”

“oh, so now you’re funny?” you laugh along with him as you escort him to the door, “see you on thursday, then.”

“yes, til then.” he hums out sweetly to you. as he stands in the door way, he reaches out to grab the towel and wipe some water droplets off your cheek. “rest easy, darlin’. wanna’ see your face on thursday.”

his smile is the last thing you see as he walks off into the elevator, waving at you, and you close the door. leaning your head against the wood, you groan quietly to yourself.

and after a few seconds, you sigh, “shit…”

then, out bursts asher and milo from the coats closet beside you.

“I KNEW IT!” asher screams so loud that you nearly sock him in the face before realising it was him, “YOU HAVE A THING FOR ERRON BLACK!”

“don’t call him that, ash, he’s not a game character,” david groans from around the corner, the hallway to your room, “can’t believe you can stand to not talk for that long.”

“i can’t believe they were so obviously swoonin’ over the southerner but won’t admit it,” milo chimes in with his hands on his hips, “so that’s the vamp that’s got ya’ in a headlock, huh? could probably smell the desperation on ya’.”

he waves the flannel in your face, to which you snatch out of his hands and put on the couch again. “i thought i told you guys to get out.”

“milo’s right, who knew the guy had charms like that? got ol’ tank leaning against the door like ‘oh my goodness, he’s so handsome and sexy and his accent, ah!’.” asher over exaggerates your vocal tone. you have to hold yourself back from shifting and tearing his head off. “so dramatic.”

“you’re dramatic.” you scowl in embarrassment.

“alright, that’s enough,” david waves his hands between the both of you, “let’s leave tank alone. they have their own feelings to sort out.”

“there’s nothin’ to ‘sort out’, they definitely like him!” milo claims as he’s getting ushered out the door with asher not too far behind, complaining the same, “this ain’t over, tank! i wanna’ know this guy’s wardrobe!”

“tell us all the hot details, ha!” asher’s last words makes you cover your face in your hands. so annoying!

“hey,” david’s calm demeanour pulls through, “take your time with it. you know you’re allowed to do these kinda’ things.”

he gives you a short ruffle on the head before he leaves and shuts the door behind him.

you’re left with your own thoughts again. and the overwhelming feeling of asher finally being right about something first.

you were most definitely into that cowboy vampire.

[brainrotcharacters]

It's Giving Blood Moon

Tags: Milo Greer x sweetheart

-

Milo was in the middle of feeding Aggro when Sweetheart passed through the corridor behind him. His nostrils flaring, he says over a shoulder. "You're on your period."

Silence. Then, "What."

He climbed to his feet, turning around just as his mate reached him. Sweetheart blinked as if they'd never seen him before, but Milo noticed the unmistakable furrow in their brow when they were in pain and trying to hide it. That, and the smell of blood.

He offered a half-smile. Sweetheart padded to the bathroom, muttering bitterly the entire time. "That nose of yours―I hate it and love it. I have goddamn work in the morning, I'm gonna be on the field all goddamn fucking day tomorrow―"

They shut the bathroom door on his face.

Quickly into their relationship, Milo learned never to take his mate's moods personally unless Sweetheart wants to discuss it after their period ended. With them in the bathroom, it left the kitchen or the bedroom for him to mess with.

Ten minutes later, he had managed to setup the TV and the footed tray in bed when Sweetheart arrived. They rubbed their face in frustration when they tilted their head at Milo, the motion so adorably werewolf-like that he giggled. "Your hot compress is still charging. Are you in the mood for salty foods or sweets tonight?"

A strained smile. "I still need to work tomorrow. So do you."

"Nah. Shh," Milo touched his fingertips to Sweetheart's mouth, and then planted a light kiss on them. "Focus on the now. What's my Sweetheart craving?"

His mate dipped their head into the crook of his neck, whining out their answer. "All right. First order, comin' right up. Get in bed―on the towel."

"I love you." Sweetheart murmured. Milo kissed the side of their head in answer.

+

"Milo," They were whining five minutes later, patting his side of the bed. The episode on TV kept playing, ignored. "Come back!"

"Aww, I'm here, sweetheart! I'm here." Milo set down the food on the nightstand, hopping into the covers and pulling his mate into his arms. "Where does it hurt? Show me. Here, take my hands."

Cuddling as physically close as possible, Sweetheart pressed his knuckles below their belly button. "Ooh, I can actually feel it spasming. Alright, hold on. Let me spoon ya. Turn around."

"God, I'm so glad you're here." They muttered more to themselves, tears welling up as they wriggled into position.

Milo smiled, embracing them from behind and tightening his grip around the area they showed him. "What kinda mate would I be if I can't help you with this?"

Sweetheart covered their face with both hands, breathing sharply. "I never get used to getting it on a work day. I really am glad that you called it out."

"I know." Milo kissed their cheek. "I just wanna help you feel better, sweetheart. You don't have to power through this alone anymore."

Hence the earlier whining. Where Sweetheart was capable of standing and going to Milo, in spite of the constant pain. He strictly prohibited doing that when he learned how sudden and violent the cramps could be, and honestly, Sweetheart enjoyed the pampering. Maybe they were still a long way from accepting that they deserve it, but they enjoyed it.

"Six years?" He understood Sweetheart's train of thought.

He answered smugly. "No, more than six years."

"Jeez." Sweetheart turned back around, the pain lessened enough as they wrapped their arms around Milo's torso. Milo tightened his grip around them, rocking them back and forth. Sweetheart murmured drowsily into his shirt.

He giggled. "I love you too."

+

Sweetheart woke up with a migraine and an aching jaw. But at least they didn't bleed through the mattress, or the towel, for that matter. Even if Milo said he wouldn't mind taking care of it, they were already beelining for the bathroom to get ready for work.

"'Ey. 'Ey, 'ey, 'ey!" He trailed them to the door. "No goodbye kisses for your boys? What is this?"

Sweetheart was already pouting as they turned away from the door. Milo cradled his mate's face in both hands, kissing their mouth softly. And again. And again. Until Sweetheart's lips started wobbling with tears. "I could just call in sick. I do feel like it."

"We both know it's too late for that." Milo kissed Sweetheart's temple. "Where's Aggro? He needs his kisses too."

+

It was around eleven that night when Sweetheart returned home to the smell of peppermint and chamomile.

They breathed in deeply, and belted. "NO YOU FUCKING DIDN'T."

A laugh from the bathroom, accompanied by the sound of running water. "Oh yes, I fucking did."

They took of their shoes and hung their coat on the rack. Aggro rounded the corner, meowing as he nuzzled into Sweetheart's calf. Sweetheart crouched, scratching him behind the ears. "Hi, baby. Take me to your father."

Milo leaned on the doorway of the bathroom, arms crossed. A fond smile crossed his face. "How was work?"

"I deserve whatever you've got planned for me, let's put it that way." Sweetheart tried to peek over his shoulder, and barely glimpsed the filling bathtub when Milo's face obscured their perspective again.

"I don't mean this sexually yet, but take off your clothes. I'll keep working on dinner while you do what you need to do. If I missed anything in your supplies, holler. Okay?" He strode closer, wrapping his arms around his mate's waist as he planted a deeper kiss on Sweetheart's lips.

They pulled away first, murmuring into Milo's mouth. "As soon as I'm done bleeding, I will devour you, Milo Greer. You have no idea."

He hummed in approval, the sound rumbling Sweetheart's gut. Lower. "I have some idea."

"Fuck you, you're so hot." Half-heartedly, Sweetheart walked away from him, slipping into the bathroom and closing the door with deliberate slowness. "I love you."

"A door like that can't stop me, Sweetheart." Milo smirked fiendishly, but turned his back and moved toward the kitchen.

Sweetheart leaned back against the other side of the door, genuinely contemplating the merits of period sex for a total of five seconds. Then they rubbed at their face, sniffing. "Just a little more. Come on."

+

Sweetheart had just gotten into the aromatic bath when Milo knocked for permission. He slowly swung open the door to see them removing the hair pins from their crown braid.

"Allow me, my love." Milo brought a plastic stool chair, planting himself on one side of the bathtub and plucking out the bobby pins. Simultaneously, he grabbed a bath towel and propped it on the lip of the tub. "Here, lean back on this for me."

Sweetheart reclined, and almost immediately groaned with pleasure. "My fantasies today have nothing on the real thing."

Milo lifted an eyebrow, grinning. "I got around to baking those blueberry muffins you wanted."

"Godsend. You're an absolute godsend, sweetie."

That made him giggle, carefully prying off a pin that folded into itself. "Oh wow. Your hair is so curly now. Does this always happen?"

Sweetheart nods. "When the braid is tight enough. I needed my hair out of my face today."

Milo fiddled with a wavy strand. Then he leaned over, playfully brushing more hair into Sweetheart's face, "How about now?"

"Dude!" Sweetheart giggled, smacking his hand away. "Waterloggin' me for what."

A comfortable silence settled as Milo unraveled his mate's hair. There was something cute about how the damp strands seem to hold onto his fingers as long as possible, not unlike his mate themself earlier in the day.

"Don't you have work in a few hours?" Sweetheart murmured softly. Sleep muddled every word.

"Ach, don't you worry about that." He wasn't the type to be late, he and David knew that. "Hold on. Wash your hair."

Sweetheart inched forward, tipping back their head to submerge their hair. Milo grabbed the shampoo from the side, lathering the strands and massaging Sweetheart's scalp to boot.

One of their many pleased hums had Milo gulping. He smiled. "You sounded exactly like that the last time we were in this position."

"Jesus Christ, Milo." They grinned.

"Yeah, you moaned that one, too."

Sweetheart shrieked, splashing Milo with the bathwater. "You're supposed to help me, not sexually frustrate me, man!"

He giggled softly, conceding. "Alright, alright."

[cant-find-a-name]

Gavin and Freelancer dressing up as an angel and a demon for Halloween

Gavin being the angel, of course.

[lookitseddie]

imp!asher who wanted to take imp!david's last name. imp!asher who was not allowed that privilege. imp!asher who didn't change the pack's name when he became alpha so that in some terribly desperate way, he could still call himself a shaw.

[hammerhead-jpg]

Erik: haha a recurring pizza delivery guy character!!! And his name is Guy because he's the pizza Guy!! Isn't that funny-

Redacted nation: FUCCKKKKK!!!!! LET ME FUCK HIM!!!!! RIGHT NOW!!!!!!! SEX!!!!!

[ryukawa29]

(Masc! FL) sillies

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[vegaly-art]

And now, for my grand finale to this grand series, I would like to show off Precious (Sara) and Regulus <3. In all their fucked up glory <3 <3 <3

- Sara (She/He) is Korean, and is... not exactly the best off mentally. And Regulus is not helping things let's just say that. I chose to put him in his pajamas because he doesn't leave the house anymore. She barely has the sense to match her socks honestly. She's just... very much suffering due to Regulus. And it's tragic too. She had such a good life. She had a strong start to her career as an actor before Regulus fell into her life, and he's well-known in Dahlia for some of his indie projects. She's hardworking, and has a lot of artistic talent, all ripped away by an obsessive Dae-... demon. And now his name is slowly being lost as new actors come into the field.

- Regulus is... weird. Definitely doesn't bother with dressing up much since why would he? Not like anyone would see him. His star marking is on his thigh, and fortunately hasn't been effected by his deterioration yet... and.... about that. All the cracks on his face and horns are marks of deterioration. He has been slowly ripping himself apart, replacing himself more and more with Precious, trying to make himself more and more human while not having NEARLY enough to feed off of. His face and his chest are growing thin, barely able to keep his magic inside, and just going clear, like a cracking glass statue, filled with stardust. It's reached all the way down to his hips, but has not yet hit his star mark so he has retained some of himself, though his appearance... suffered. And also this makes it harder for him to assume a human shape, because the parts of him that are seethrough he can't... really change anymore. Not unless he were to feed a LOT. And just like glass, it would only take a small sharp hit to shatter it at this point... take this as a lesson, daemonkind. Do not try this at home. It doesn't end well....

[asmrrpaddict]

Something I would love to see is a Human X Vamp listener on Redacted’s channel. I know we have Porter and Treasure, but I would like a reverse them. Especially if he’s a shy boi! ☺️ I really hope I’m not forgetting that there already is one. 😅

[milogreer]

milo and sweetheart should be exhibitionists more. they should be getting handsy in a dressing room while sweetheart’s trying to find something to wear to the double wedding reception

[lovelyiivamp]

vincent and lilith (lovely), my loves i love so much mwah mwah mwah

Follow me on tiktok: lovelyiivamp ^_^!

[kiwii-11]

can’t be comfy!

in which . . . the shaw pack boys seek forgiveness from their mates, who’ve taken to the couch for the night.

or . . . david, asher, milo and their respective mates have an argument and the latter chooses the living room instead of their bedroom to sleep in.

cw . . . gn reader, second person pov, after all the mates move in together, before the pack wedding, insecure thoughts in david’s, some deep-rooted attachment in asher’s, jealousy in milo’s, angel! reader, babe! reader, sweetheart! reader

.*• david shaw

if there was anything david was sure about in this world, it was that his mate was a fan of the dramatics. while you loved to keep david on his toes, today seemed different.

it was a long day for the both of you, which made the air in the house feel as cold as ever. david wanted peace and quiet, while you needed to vent about everything that went wrong. you both had their respective ways of dealing with stress, and while it would usually work out, today was one of the rare occasions you both needed to experience their own form of relief. it didn’t go well.

“where are you going?” he asks as he watches you pick up a your pillow and a blanket from the closet as you head to the bedroom exit, “hey, did you hear me?”

“i wouldn’t want to talk your ear off all night and give you a ‘bigger headache’ than what you already have,” you mutter out, speaking the same words david had used against you during dinner, “i’m sleeping on the couch, david.”

he feels like a vein has popped.

“seriously? it’s freezing cold, the dead of winter,” david points out with furrowed brows as he changes into new clothes — he’s not used to seeing your back turned to him while he did that, “angel—”

“i—…” you huff out with tense shoulders, “i just want to give you your space.”

your tone was mocking, but you meant it deep down. maybe you were just a bit much for him right now.

david doesn’t say anything. his words are hitched in his throat. what could he say to make you stay and let him hold you?

you left him in the bedroom with the door closed. as much as you hated to admit it, he was incredibly correct; it was as cold as ice out in the living room. his body heat seemed to envelope you, but you didn’t have that now.

the tv was on, since you hated falling asleep in pure silence. you had some cushions surrounding you for comfort and the blanket wrapped taut around your figure. the volume was on low and the brightness of the movie shines upon your face.

you angrily type into your notes app about how much your day sucked at work. the clicking of your fingers against your screen kept you awake, along with your need to tell anyone about your struggle. it didn’t matter that nobody would read it but yourself, as long as it was readable.

an hour and a half later, you’re asleep. david gets confirmation after he leaves his warm bedroom to see you with your phone hanging in your hand off the side of the couch. you would’ve never come back to bed with how the argument went, so he had to wait til now. you were stubborn, but in the end he didn’t mind.

he sighs when he sees you. your nose is dug deep into the blanket and you were cold to the touch. he sits on the coffee table opposite you and reaches a hand out, gently caressing your face. even in your sleep, you turn into his touch. it makes his heart ache — he’s had enough.

in one full swoop, he’s got you scooped up into his arms and he’s walking back to bed after turning off the tv and fixing the couch pillows.

you stir awake when he begins to tuck you in and fix your pillow.

“hm?” you mumble out as you begin to open your eyes.

“shh, i didn’t mean to wake you,” he whispers back as he settles in beside you, “i… i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have said that to you earlier, i like talking to you, angel.”

“i’m sorry too… for not letting you relax.” you say quietly against his chest, sleep already taking over you again.

david seems to notice. “go to sleep, angel.”

your arm wraps around his waist and tugs you closer to his warmth. “how come you moved me back?”

he stalls for time by rubbing your back and holding you closer. he tries to not let any heat escape from you as your cold face turns warmer by the second. “i can’t rest knowing that i could be sleeping next to you instead.”

the smile on your face can’t be suppressed — you know him too well, he’s just a big softie at heart. and you could hear it beating as hard as a drum.

“ya’ big baby.” you joke as you press a kiss to his cheek. he rolls his eyes.

for the first time that night, you ease right against your boyfriend and he does the same to you. a chaste kiss is pressed to your forehead.

“i love you, angel.” he mutters against you. you’re fast asleep, but the way you nuzzle closer into him tells him everything he needs to know.

.*• asher talbot

“what? you were serious?” asher trails behind you like… for the lack of a better term, a lost puppy.

“yes, asher,” you grumble out as you collect the spare pillows and blankets from the linen closet, “i’m sleeping on the couch.”

“c’mon, babe, i’m sorry, i didn’t know it was special like that,” he claims as he tugs on the blanket, “i didn’t mean what i said.”

you glare at him with weak anger. he was giving you those stupid puppy dog eyes and you were still at the point of your relationship where it got to you.

asher had tried cleaning up the house before you got home from work, but in the act he had accidentally broken a hand-made figurine your nephew had made you years ago. it meant a lot to you as he gave it to you during a hard time you were having. it was safely on a shelf in your home office, somewhere you warned asher not to mess around in due to some expensive items in there, but he disregarded it.

you knew he meant well, but when he showed you the mess and claimed he could ‘buy a new one of those weird thingies’, you just snapped at him. it was a very personal matter that he seemed to take lightly. you told him he’d be sleeping alone tonight because of this whole ordeal. truthfully, he didn’t know you were genuinely upset until he saw tears in your eyes, so he had just been joking around about the figurine the whole entire time.

now, he stood at the end of the couch as he twiddled his thumbs.

“babe, i—i’m really sorry, i didn’t know,” he mumbles out again, “i didn’t mean to make you cry.”

you still knew he only had good intentions, but your frustration would only boil up and explode in his face if you weren’t left alone to dwell on it.

“i know, ash,” you sigh as you fix your pillow, “please, just go to bed.”

you swear you could hear him frown with your back turned to him. he mumbles out a short ‘okay’ before heading to your shared bedroom. after a few minutes, your makeshift bed is set up and you’re ready to get some sleep. but you can’t rest.

you’re staring at the ceiling with a pillow hugged to your chest, tears pouring down your cheeks. laying in the dark made you feel somewhat less alone. only the lamp lights from the street peaked through the curtains to offer some sight.

the item meant so much to you. your frustrations seemed to be less concerned with asher and more with yourself at this point. after hours of laying there, you found yourself rubbing your eyes and sniffling.

and suddenly, you hear him again.

“i’m sorry, i couldn’t do it, i can’t leave you alone,” he says from his spot at the end of the couch again, “please, babe, can i sleep here with you?”

“it’s 1am, ash, why are you still up?” you whisper out with a wavy voice.

“i can’t go to sleep knowing you’re mad at me.” he claims quietly.

“i’m not mad, i just… can’t sleep.”

it’s like his ears perk up at that, because his voice goes up a little in tone. “me neither. so…?”

after a second, you open the blanket. “c’mere—”

you’re cut short as asher quite literally dives into your arms. he digs his head into your chest and wraps his arms tightly around you. your arms lay on his shoulders as you stare at the ceiling.

“i’m so sorry, babe.” he mumbles against your shirt.

you swallow your nerves and retort, “i know, ash, it’s okay. it was an accident.”

“i made you cry.” he states.

“don’t worry about it, i’m… just a big crybaby.” you sigh out.

“i don’t want to make you cry, babe,” he says as he lifts himself up, “i can try and glue it back together if that’s okay with you?”

you can see his eyes even in the dark with the streetlights upon his face. reaching up, you rub his cheek. “yeah, okay. we can try that.”

milo leans against your hand before he leans down and presses a few kisses to your lips. he was surely the clingy kind, you don’t know what you were expecting by asking him to leave you alone for more than an hour in the same house. but you wouldn’t change it.

“all this time apart is making me sleepy, babe.” asher says as he lays back down against you.

you hold him tight and respond, “should we head back to bed, then?”

“nah, i’m already comfy like this,” he whispers back to you as he begins to fall asleep, “goodnight, babe, i’m sorry again. i’ll make it up to you.”

you brush your fingers along his neck and kiss the side of his head. “goodnight, asher. it’s okay. thank you.”

he has that stupid smile on his face as he hugs you tight. you find yourself falling asleep a mere five minutes later.

.*• milo greer

the door is pushed open and milo comes into the house first and tosses his keys onto the little dish plate by the entrance. you follow behind and continue to listen to his complaints.

“knew the department was full of assholes, but that lil’ ‘ex-partner’ of yours was really gettin’ on my nerves, sweetheart,” milo huffs as he pulls off his overcoat and places it in the closet beside him, “if he mentioned that ‘one trip to san diego’ one more time, i was gonna’ swing at the sucker.”

“yet you’re not jealous, huh?” you mumble out as you sit on the couch and untie your shoes.

“hell no! i just hated the way he was lookin’ and talkin’ about ya’, like everyone already knows you two were work partners before, don’t need to keep it in the conversation,” he shakes his head as he speaks, “and why do you keep sayin’ that i’m jealous? you want me to be?”

“no, milo, but it’s fine if you are. you just spent the whole hour trip home talking about how much that guy pisses you off,” you explain to him as you rub your neck to relieve some stress, “everyone at work knows that i am in love with you.”

“obviously not that jackass judgin’ by the way he was practically undressing you with his eyes.” his little remarks were beginning to get to you.

you were trying to enjoy your work party, despite the department being the epitome of a half-assed work environment. it had been a while since something like this, and with the current stress of your most recent investigation, you just wanted to relax. you brought milo along since everyone’s partners were invited and he wanted to spend the night with you. what you hadn’t expected was for him and one of your coworkers to be exchanging shots at each other the whole night. while they were distracted, one of your supervisors had made a comment on how tonight was meant to be a celebration, not a competition.

though you were glad that milo wanted to come, he was a bit… feisty.

now, you were here, arguing with milo about his attitude at the party and how he won’t own up to it. you just wanted him to realise that his jealousy towards your coworker wasn’t unwarranted, per say, but rather didn’t need to be shown in such a way. the argument had escalated to the point where you were still heated by bed time.

not wanting to continue, you decided to head back to the couch for the night and sleep there. milo was taking his shower while you collected your things and made yourself as comfortable as you could in the living room. by the time you had laid down and were ready to scroll on your phone,. you had heard his voice.

“sweetheart? where the hell—?” he begins as he paces through the corridor to find you in your new ‘bed’, “what is this? the fuck are you doin’ out here?”

“i don’t wanna’ argue all night, milo, just let me sleep out here.” you sigh as you lay a hand over your eyes.

he furrows his brows and crosses his arms. “you ain’t sleepin’ here, sweetheart.”

“yes i am.”

“no, you’re not.”

you glare at each other for a short moment before milo rolls his eyes and rounds back to the room. you think that he’s finally letting it go and listening to you for the first time tonight. however, the silence only lasts a few minutes.

“what are you doing?” you deadpan as you watch milo trudge back into the living room with the bed blanket and pillows.

“the fuck does it look like? i’m sleepin’ here too,” he scoffs as he attempts to make the floor beside you, “i don’t want the bedroom if you’re not there.”

“don’t be silly.” you say as you lean up on your arm.

“you’re bein’ silly, tryna’ sleep out here all alone,” milo retorts with a shake of his head, “i don’t care that we were fighting, i always wanna’ come back to bed with you.”

you stare at him and he tries to get comfortable on the rug. it’s a scene, really — this stubborn guy trying to be heartfelt and sleep next to you regardless, albeit with his back to you. he was always trying to one-up you.

“move over.” you say as you lift yourself up from the couch.

as you’re squeezing into the spot in between him and the couch, he scoffs, “hey, don’t sleep on the floor, idiot, you’ll hurt your back…”

his complaints die down as you wrap your arms around his waist and hug him tight. he holds his breath as you kiss the back of his neck.

your warmth consumes him and he’s pretty sure he’s lost all train of thought. while he is stubborn and always seems to put up a cold front, you knew how to melt his heart, as if you’ve known all along.

“i love you, always.” you whisper against him.

he exhales through his nose and plays with your hand. “i love you too, sweetheart, forever.”

you close your eyes with your face buried in the back of his neck, waiting for sleep to overtake you and to ready yourself with pains tomorrow morning.

“maybe i was a little jealous.”

“told you so.”

[brainrotcharacters]

We Need A Win

This request from @chimckenns went something like "🥺🥺🥺" like she really felt the need to pull that shit on me

Tags: Smartass's and Aaron's serious conflict days are behind them, bodily liquids and various positions, a desk?, rough sex, they come twice and the second time is gentler, I'm not pulling punches part 2, etc.

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If the both of them were being perfectly honest, they forgot why they were arguing. As it stands, with Smartass riding Aaron's hand, and him panting into their mouth, whatever it was must have not been so important.

"I hate―" Aaron angled his wrist, and Smartass's moaning melted into mewls. Aaron laughed, lightly kissing them on the mouth. "I hate how gorgeous you are when I get you like this."

Bracing an arm across his chest to pause those distracting kisses, Smartass stood from the stool chair and took Aaron's hand away. The top part of his undershirt were undone, black necktie dangling over a tantalizing slash of that skin that Smartass ached to pepper with kisses. One of the buttons still rolled across the floor from where it was ripped open ― neither of them remember who did it.

"What the fuck did I tell you about these things, Aaron?" Smartass made quick work undoing his belt with one hand, watching an enjoyable, frustrated expression cross his face when he realized Smartass's arm kept him at bay. "It's bad quality unless I can take it off."

Aaron listened to the sound of his belt buckle. He waited until Smartass reached for his zipper before grabbing the base of their throat and pushing them toward the nearest wall. Not hard enough for their head or tailbone to hit, but enough that their arm across his chest faltered, and the hardness between his legs pinned Smartass's hand between them. Another moan of protest escaped their mouth when they tried to grind their hips against him, but could only wrap their ankles behind his back.

That was the same sound Smartass often made when he had to shut down their proposals. Even then, Aaron wondered if they'd make that sound when he was between their legs.

He leaned in for a searing kiss, groaning into the cavern of Smartass's mouth. "Speak for yourself. Who said you could fucking wear these around me again?"

Aaron ran a deliberate hand across the form fitting vest that framed Smartass's chest for his viewing pleasure ― lower, and around to the half undone pants that showed off how lethally pristine their back profile was. Squeezing their ass once, Aaron pulled them closer by the waist. "You're spiteful. Bitter."

"Oh, taste me before you decide that." Smartass freed their hand, running a thumb down his Adam's apple as if mapping the path of their inevitable pleasure.

He pried their mouth open with his forefinger and middle finger, pressing down on their tongue. "Too much shit is coming out of your mouth. Suck."

Smartass glared even as they obeyed, hands grasping to pull his pants down. Aaron shook his head mockingly. "Aww, you can't touch me yet, baby. Not until you cum on my face."

Their toes curled. They loathed that nickname―absolutely abhorred how Aaron purring that petname made their skin feel too tight and made their legs spread wider.

He pressed a tender kiss to their right cheek, touching where his fingers had gotten slick with Smartass's saliva. "If you let go of my hair while I taste you, I'm going to stop. I promise you that."

Tying Smartass's hands behind their back would have made them comply easier than hearing those words, but they nodded. In two swift movements, Aaron removed his fingers and dropped to his knees. He hooked his thumbs in the belt loops of Smartass's pants, managing to free one leg that he slung over his shoulder before he started feasting.

Smartass gasped against the back of their hand, before remembering the verdict he laid out and twisting their fingers into his hair. Focus, goddamnit. Don't let him win.

They commonly saw red whenever Aaron pissed them off. Rage and the urge to hit something was the status quo, their day to day. But Smartass often saw black spots in their vision when Aaron didn't hesitate to lick and suck them dry. And that anger revealed itself as a need for touch every single time.

Aaron tapped the meat of Smartass's thigh, and they peered down to see him already glaring up at them. Smartass whimpered, panting. "Fuck, you can't do that, Aaron. I do-don't work for you anymore. You shouldn't...!" You shouldn't be so focused, was what they failed to say. But he knew that.

His saliva-coated fingers pumped, and Smartass could imagine those same strong hands gripping a pen too hard. His voice was muffled. "Don't tell me what to do."

"My god...!" Smartass moaned toward the ceiling, and distantly thought no other word could describe the man between their legs. What, in fact, were they even fighting about?

Aaron could relax when he wasn't talking. Tasting and gulping down everything Smartass had to offer now, he never felt more in his element. He laughed against the deepest, most intimate parts of his partner, causing Smartass to buck their hips in pleasure. This was so much easier to focus on.

"No―" Smartass's legs started buckling, their fingers in Aaron's hair squeezing even tighter. "No― dammit, no! Stop!" A grin spread across their face.

Aaron put his mouth off of their head with a loud pop. "Are you holding out your orgasm on me?"

Smartass could only push their palm on the side of his head, fingers grasping at his scalp. He licked up their center, hot breath fanning where they needed him most. "I told you not to fucking do that."

Aaron remembered why they were arguing. For this entire week, both of them had no time for each other. They brought work home every now and then if they weren't already in the middle of another overtime. Aaron could only afford a chaste kiss in passing, and an empty, comforting "I know" whenever Smartass fake cried after him everytime he walked away. They both had to concentrate ― to deserve the time they spent with each other.

It meant they weren't necessarily fighting. He thought, curling their fingers into that spot he knew Smartass always whimpered over. It was more of a releasing of mutual frustration that wasn't directed at each other.

Aaron smiled as the sweet flavor of their pleasure warmed his tongue and filled his throat. Smartass's hips trembled around his head, blocking his hearing to the moans and curses flying out of that pretty mouth. He lapped up as much of it as he could, running soothing hand motions across their hips.

"Give me." Smartass panted after Aaron's stained mouth as he stood to his full height. "Give me, give me, give me―"

Aaron pressed his fingers around Smartass's chin and kissed their cum into their mouth. He hummed in pleasure. "You're so good for me. Well done."

That was the same tone he used whenever they presented a proposal to him, before he had to send it up to the higher ups. Smartass wondered if he wanted to fuck even back then.

"You're not gonna do that again today." Smartass murmured in intervals, suckling Aaron's tongue and licking the liquid off of his teeth.

He thumbed a line across Smartass's jaw, angling their head to consume their mouth deeper. He sipped back the cum that they haven't already swallowed. "Stop me from tasting you. See what happens."

Fire shuddered between Smartass's shoulders, twin to the one twisting at the base of their spine so soon after they came. "I'm not afraid of you. You're mine."

Linking their ankles and arms together around his body, Smartass panted eagerly into Aaron's skin. "I can take everything you dish out, you know that."

Refusing to miss a beat, Aaron carried them in his arms toward the bedroom, shedding their clothes the entire way there. Smartass extended a hand to help remove their vest. Then, they placed Aaron's tie between his teeth.

"There. So fucking pretty." Smartass kissed him again, simply for the sake of being able to do so.

Only Aaron's undershirt and Smartass's second pant leg remained when they beelined for the bedroom. The back of Smartass's left shoulder collided against the doorframe, and they hissed in pain.

"Shit," Aaron braced an arm tighter around their frame, using his other hand to massage the spot. "Sorry, baby. That was my bad."

"I think my bone is broken." Smartass whispered dramatically. "It's fractured. I'm bleeding internally. I see the light of heaven!"

Aaron giggled, gently setting them down on a desk. "I don't think so. You're not going up there after everything you did to me."

"You're not exactly pure yourself either, motherfucker." Smartass giggled up at him, entirely aware of the cock that was devastatingly close to their center.

"Thank fuck for that, huh?" Aaron grinned, and slowly put himself in.

Aaron sounded hot when he was either yelling at Smartass or moaning as he put that gorgeous cock inside them. It curved right this side of delicious pain that they had to pay attention, matching every roll of his hips and milking him for all he was worth.

"Every time," he panted into Smartass's shoulder. "Every damn time... You feel so good around me..."

The next groan splintered Smartass's throat on the way out, and they murmured hoarsely into Aaron's lips. "Fill me up. Fuck me right now. I swear to you, you're gonna come first."

"Is that a guarantee?" He challenged, winding an arm to clear the desk on either side of them. Aaron looked at his partner in the face as he slowly rolled his hips, driving more of his cock deeper into Smartass's welcome heat. He smiled at the sight of that jaw dropping, and another sweet whimper escaping those lips. "That's that same spunk you threw at me back at Vesta."

"Damn fucking―" they involuntarily clenched around him. "―right it is. Aaron, don't stop."

He placed an open mouthed kiss on Smartass's temple. "What do I get if you come first? Bragging rights?"

"You're fucking full of yourself." A wicked grin sliced across that pretty face before Aaron felt hands on the back of his neck, and around his torso. Smartass thrusted up into him, swallowing more than half of his length.

"And you―" Aaron choked on air, pulling out slightly before slamming his hips into theirs, his cock fully snug between their legs. Gasps and groans escaped them both as they held eye contact. "You are fucking full of me. So who wins?"

It was all a dance. A life-or-death waltz of this infuriatingly smart mouth and that specific neck tie. To the untrained, it was emotional and chaotic ― the yelling, the insults, the threats. Only a select few of Smartass's and Aaron's peers know it for the calculated, precise ping pong that it was.

"Do something for me." Smartass splayed a hand on his bare chest, and he stopped. The affection in his face broke Smartass's heart. "Don't pull out."

They lifted one leg around him, turning in place so they were on all fours. They nearly pulled their other side to brace against the hard, unforgiving desk when Aaron gripped their hips. "Wait, wait. Feels so amazing. Hold on a second."

"Cumming already?" Smartass smiled over a shoulder, bucking their ass on his cock. "Come on. Give up."

Aaron laughed through his teeth and yanked Smartass into place. Another groan at the sensation of them wrapped around him got caught in his throat. "No."

Good. Smartass shifted their attention to the mirror mounted on the wall next to the desk. The glass pane was regularly cleaned so they could clearly see the single-minded focus on Aaron's face as he fucked them from behind again and again and again ―

"Beautiful." He grasped a fistful of Smartass's hair, twisting the rest around his fist before tugging high enough to kiss the top of their head. "Look at you, baby. You look incredible."

Smartass giggled, not entirely conscious of their physical body anymore except for where they were joined with him. They grasped the edges of the desk, rolling their hips back against his thrusts. "You feel incredible. Fuck, Aaron... Fuck!"

Another rough groan escaped Aaron as he nibbled Smartass's shoulder, groaning into their skin.

Smartass gasped, "This was all I could think about while working. You, balls deep inside me. Nothing else gets to me so fucking good...!"

Aaron dipped a free hand between Smartass's hips, breath labored as he laughed at the sound of Smartass's slick essence. "Yeah, it gets cold at my office, you know. It knocks me out at worst. And I can't have you sucking my cock from under the desk anymore, with those pretty eyes watching me cum for you."

Don't cum. Don't you dare fucking cum. Smartass grabbed the side of the desk closer to them, trying to draw distance from Aaron's other hand. "Why not?"

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Aaron was grinning as he gripped Smartass's hair, pressing them against the mirror's surface. His other hand returned between their legs. "I'm not fucking done with you."

Word for word, he said that to Smartass whenever they stormed out of his office. Same tone and all.

Smartass arched their back, dragging their insides up and down the length of him. Another string of curses escaped Aaron, as his cock began twitching each time he bottomed out.

"I'm close," they intertwined their fingers with his, bringing it to their pounding heart. "Come with me... Aaron. Please."

Aaron abandoned his pace, slamming his hips against theirs. The hand he held around their hair dropped to their hips. "I'm here. I got you, I'm with you. Breathe into it, baby. Breathe."

"Okay." Smartass threw their head back into his shoulder and held their breath. Then with a final thrust home, Aaron guided them through a shuddering exhale, their walls milking his cock with a vice-like grip. "F-Fuck! Aaron...!"

He groaned hoarsely into their shoulder, thumb massaging circles on their hip. "I know. I know, baby. Hold onto me."

When the aftershock of what they've done mixed with the clarity of what they have left to reach, they managed to whimper. "Bed. Now."

Aaron pulled out, watching their combined essences trickle down Smartass's thighs as they stumbled onto the sheets. Brows furrowed in focus, they turned onto their back, lifting both legs for Aaron to admire what they've done.

"Fuck it back inside me." Smartass giggled.

"Jesus." Aaron grinned, eyes darting between Smartass's face and that beautiful spilling substance between their legs. He wetted his bottom lip with his tongue. "You're gonna kill me, baby."

He joined them in bed, gathering as much of their cum on his tip before sliding it back between Smartass's legs. This time, they went on a more luxuriant pace, feeling every vein and curve where they were joined and became one.

"We're both too busy." He kissed the words into Smartass's mouth. "We didn't fight. I forgot if we were."

"Me too." Smartass giggled bashfully. "Shit, you're so hot. I love you."

Aaron offered a mocking smirk. "You getting soft on me when I'm fucking our cum back inside you?"

Smartass clenched around him, and they both moaned. "Yes, you asshole. Now say it back."

"I love you." He chuckled into the kiss, willing the words to reach down their throat, and reach the heart they adored. Even with his cock snug and warm between their legs. "I love you. I trust you. And thank you for being with me."

Smartass drew their tongue across his teeth, and Aaron melted into their taste. "I love you. In every way we both know... Aaron, I am yours."

And after they came together for a second, more tender time, Aaron promised to cuddle for five precious minutes before finding a towel and a couple of water bottles. Smartass was in the middle of lamenting the warm absence he left in bed before he returned to the room, naked as the day he was born with the necessities in hand.

"Behave." He chuckled, watching Smartass's attention remain on his cock. "We're both tired."

"Speak for yourself." They blink up at him, reaching for one water bottle and the chocolate bar he also had.

Aaron lightly smacked them in the ass, turning them on their stomach to wipe down their legs. Smartass jumped at the warm dampness of the towel, and he laughed. "Are you sore anywhere? How's your shoulder?"

"Oh, I forgot it got hit." Smartass giggled over a mouthful of chocolate. They offered the rest of the bar to him. "You? Anything I can massage out?"

"I think I just needed to stretch it out, actually." He kneaded the muscles on Smartass's thighs and ass, kissing one cheek for good measure. Then he thankfully received the chocolate. "Thanks for that too, by the way."

Smartass giggled into their shoulder shyly. "Oh, you're very welcome, baby! I'm happy to do it!"

Climbing over them, Aaron slung his arms around their front, gathering them towards him. He started peppering their neck with kisses. "So good for me. So, so good. We'll need to take a shower in a while, okay? Don't forget."

"But you'll hold me first, right?" Smartass summoned that challenging edge to their tone again. "You fucking better, Aaron."

They looked back to see his hilariously incredulous face. Then he nosed the back of Smartass's ear. "You don't have to tell me twice. It feels amazing to hold you right now. You have no idea."

Smartass nestled back into him contentedly. "I have some idea."

"... So, who won?"

"Nobody. We came at the same time."

"That's boring. One of us should win."

Silence, then... "Are you open to shower sex?"

[qhoaaaa]

MILO X TRANS MASC SWEETHEART ⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️

[capitalisticveins]

Niyah ily but ur on ur own I’m part of the kill Blake squad now

[lookitseddie]

rip gavin and freelancer, you would've screamed your lungs out to Picture You by Chappell Roan.

[aragaki]

Everyone was telling Bestie to run from Blake without understanding they were as much of a freak as he was