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Assholes in leather jackets | Ciel x Oliver

The loud thumping of bass in Ciel’s chest alone was enough to want to make him leave this damn party. Couple that with the awful tasting beer, the drunken or high idiots careening around the house and the fact that no one wanted to play beer pong against him, due to his being a “sore winner”, and Ciel wasn’t sure why he’d agreed to come to this dumb party in the first place. Finny had worn him down the day before after a lot of begging and Ciel had agreed to go as long as he didn’t have to stay long. But Finny had disappeared into the crowd like usual, talking and laughing with everyone, and Ciel was left with a solo cup full of beer and no one to talk to.

Fed up, he dropped his cup on the table, uncaring as the beer sloshed over the sides, and went into the kitchen. His plan was to find Sebastian and make him take him home, but the kitchen was empty. He sighed and leaned against the counter full of spirits and beer. Sebastian was probably off flirting with some girl ten million times younger than him again. That, or fucking Mabel somewhere. Ciel shuddered at the thought.

Grabbing the first bottle of liquor his hands found, he twisted off the cap and took a sip. And nearly gagged. “Eugh, what is this?!” One look at the bottle told him it was tequila. No wonder it was horrible. Hearing footsteps come into the kitchen, Ciel placed the bottle back onto the counter. He picked up another bottle, plastered on a fake smile and turned to the newcomer.

“Wanna do some shots?”

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Oliver had absolutely no idea who was throwing this party. He didn’t know where any of his friends were either. All he knew was that his little brother had given him the good stuff and he was high as fuck. He’d gotten a little carried away showing off in the middle of the dance floor and time, and his companions, seemed to have gotten away from him. A little out of breath, Oliver walked away from the drunken dancers, high fiving someone whose name he couldn’t remember on his way out. 

As he wandered through the sea of teenagers, Oliver felt almost like he was in a strange dream. The bass pounded in his chest, yet the music felt muffled. Everyone seemed to be moving so quickly while he felt slow. It was almost impossible for him to find anybody in this fog like state, so he closed his eyes, breathed in and slid into the kitchen. It sounded quiet in there. Maybe he could balance out the drugs with more beer.

It was quiet, in fact it was almost entirely empty. There was just one person standing with their back to him. Ah, Ciel. This wasn’t exactly the friend Oliver had been looking for. He didn’t know why he always gave the boy such a hard time. He could just never seem to help himself. Maybe it was how obnoxious the kid was? Maybe he just liked how annoyed Ciel got? Regardless, they didn’t exactly get along.

Oliver blinked and grinned when Ciel turned around and saw him. Things were a little less overwhelming in the kitchen. It was easier to focus. “You?” he smirked, dizzily leaning against the wall. “Shots?” A small laugh escaped him. “Yeah, you know what? I’d love to see that!”

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Breaking a Brain | Ryland x Christopher x Clara

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Eyes flicking to the deserted phone momentarily, Ryland marveled at how different the brothers were. It was obvious that Christopher was upset about Clara’s lack of contact. He cared so much about everything. The kid had so much love to give that it was a miracle he didn’t explode. He saw the best in everyone. Even Ryland. Even when his big brother snapped or was emotionally unavaliable or acted like a general jerk, Christopher found reasons to love him anyway.

It was annoying.

Perhaps the two would have more in common if life had turned out differently. Ryland faintly remembered what it felt like to feel as much as his little brother did. He could dimly recall loving someone like Christopher did Clara---but that was a long time ago and he had no desire to go back there.

He feigned a lighthearted chuckle at his brothers impatience. “Didn’t your mother ever teach you that patience is a virtue?” he asked, keeping his tone light and teasing. Our mother, not just his. Technically ours. He pushed the thoughts from his mind, grinning back at his brother. “Why would I tell you when I’m supposed to be showing you?” 

He pushed off the doorframe and began walking back down the hall where he’d come from, knowing that the kid would follow behind. They rounded a corner and then began walking down the stairs to the first floor, one above their destination. As they traveled, Ryland glanced back at the boy. “You haven’t heard from her yet, have you?” he asked, faking sympathy.

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A Bloody Surprise | Grell

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As he left the building site Caiden declined several invitations to Friday night drinks. Several of the guys rolled their eyes and shot one another pointed glances. He knew what they meant. To them he was now one of those boring men whipped by their girlfriends. That wasn’t true of course. Caiden was the one whipping Grell. In fact, that was part of the reason he declined more boys night offers than he accepted these days. It turned out that the best cure for a long day of physical labour was to come home to the woman who wore his collar and fuck her until she couldn’t remember any word that wasn’t ‘Daddy’.

The cool wind whipped through his hair as he rode his bike through the streets of Burbank. Naturally he wasn’t wearing a helmet. He was a fucking demon, why bother? Besides, helmets looked lame. God, he loved this feeling. It almost felt like flying, completely invincible. Sure, Caiden had a nice car and driving was great but nothing could ever compare to this.

He pulled into the driveway of the house he shared with Grell twenty minutes later. It should have been thirty but speed limits were merely a suggestion as far as he was concerned. Extremely ready to see his girlfriend, he parked his motorbike and headed inside. The first thing he noticed as he stepped into the house was that there was no delicious food smell. Caiden definitely didn’t expect Grell to have dinner on the table when he got home. That shit was for the 50s. It was quite often that she did though, so he was a little surprised. 

Rounding the corner into the living room his gaze fell on the redhead stretched out on the couch with a book in her hand. He felt something stir in the pit of his stomach at the sight of the red collar around her neck and he fingered the key in his pocket with a small smile. It suited her perfectly.

Since she didn’t appear to be acknowledging his presence, Caiden cleared his throat and crossed his arms over his torso. “Is that book more interesting than me?” he asked, his tone teasing as he broke the silence. 

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Breaking a Brain | Ryland x Christopher x Clara

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Ryland had asked for absolutely none of this. He had not asked for his younger brother to show up at his front door. He had not asked for said brother to move in one of his many spare bedrooms. He definitely did not ask for Christopher to decide that his big brother Ryland was the greatest “big bro” to ever exist. The number of times he had wanted to slit the fucking kids throat in the last few months would be impossible to count.

It didn’t matter who told the kid what about his older brothers many crimes, it just didn’t seem to stick. It was as if there was a glitch in Christopher’s mind determined to erase any bad or damaging information about Ryland. While, at times, it had been a god send, it was also a pain in the goddamn ass. At this point, Ryland was just sick to death of this entire situation.

It seemed it was at last time to break the fuck out of his annoying little brother.

Clara Pearce. The girlfriend. She was a perfect tool. At first he had simply planned to use her as a means to get out his built up aggression, but he’d quickly realised she could serve him more than just that. Christopher loved her. He followed the blonde around like a fucking puppy dog. If he witnessed Ryland hurting the precious love of his life, perhaps that would stick. Then Ryland could have some fun.

“Remember how I said I wanted to show you something tonight?” Ryland asked, poking his head into his little brothers bedroom. It was fucking showtime.

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He’d smiled again, more noticable this time. His smile was cute, Luna observed and she returned it with one of her own. When she’d first interrupted his rest, it had looked like the last thing the boy wanted to do was have a conversation. It seemed that he might be warming up to it now, at least a little.

It didn’t take long for his face to fall again, and Luna wondered if she could keep his smile around for longer next time. Maybe even for an entire minute instead of ten seconds.

The way he spoke so carefully...he sounded nervous. She nibbled at her lip, nodding slowly and looking down at her lap. She’d figured as much. If she wasn’t normal then the only reasonable explanation for them all being here was that none of them were. 

“Luna Madison,” she said, holding her hand out through the bars of her cage and into his. “Telekinesis.” Maybe turning it into a joke like they were at some sort of AA meeting wouuld ease the tension a little. Plus, it was rude to not have properly introduced herself yet.

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Wish You Were Sober | Peter x Archangelo

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Shit, Archangelo was drunker than he’d thought. Somehow he was the drunkest Peter had ever seen him, and Peter pretty much only ever saw him drunk. The few times he’d been sober while they were together were when Archangelo would pick Peter up to drive him to the party of the night. And even then it wasn’t unusual for the other boy to have done a light amount of pre-drinking.

Instead of answering the drunk mess in front of him, Peter turned to close the door and lock it. He really wasn’t in the mood to be interrupted by inebriated party goers bursting in at random intervals. It wasn’t until he’d turned back to Archangelo that Peter realised how his action might have looked. He sighed. They weren’t in here to have sex.

Sex wasn’t actually something they’d done yet. Sure, they had gotten close plenty of times but Peter had always managed to put it on hold one way or another. He wasn’t actualy sure why. Was he scared? Yeah, probably. Maybe he was scared that once he let Archangelo have him entirely there would be no going back. Peter was, rightfully, terrified to trust the stupid boy with this heart like that.

“Shut up,” he sighed, watching Archangelo with eyes that probably looked ridiculously sad. “Seriously, please!” Peter inhaled deeply, running his fingers through his hair. “I can’t keep doing this, Archangelo.”

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Something Stupid | Evie x Dino

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Sometimes Evie wondered if Dino was possibly the actual cutest guy in the entire damn world. Sometimes meaning at least once a day. It wasn’t just his face. It was also the way he laughed, the jokes he made, the way he was so kind to everyone he came across. Dino Galante had one of the sweetest souls she had ever met and sometimes Evie also wondered if she might be in love with him.

That was probably just her tendency to over feel though.

“Stop what?”

Evie giggled and ducked away from his hand. “You know exactly what!” she insisted, shuffling sideways in an attempt to get out of his reach. “Stay back, Satan!” She held up her index finger and held her other index finger across it horizontally to make the shape of a cross at him, unable to stop giggling.

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His attempt at a joke was sweet, yet sad. Luna hated how absolutely crushed this boy looked. What had he been like before winding up in this cell? Who had he been? Why was he here? Would it be rude to voice these questions out loud? She looked around. Every person in here had a story. They all had lives and family and things they’d been taken from. Her stomach twisted in knots thinking about how much pain everyone must be in.

“It’s really bad in here, huh?” she asked, turning her gaze back to him. It was a stupid question. Of course it was. They were in fucking cages. They were humans being treated like fucking animals. It was fucking sick. 

Luna inhaled slowly, trying to keep her emotions in check. “It’s not entirely the way you look physically though...” she said, fiddling with the fabric of her skirt. “You just look....I don’t know. You look so fucking broken. I’ve never seen eyes sadder than yours are right now. Kinda makes me wish I knew how to make you smile.”

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Crush | Scout x Dino

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Fuck, this felt so much like a date! Scout didn’t do dates. He did the sneaking in through the window and fucking your brains out thing. He did the sneaking out during lunch, smoking up and sucking you off thing. He did the sleep with three different people in the space of three days thing. What Scout didn’t do was the romance thing. He had no idea how to deal with the feelings he was having, how to make sense of them.

Why had he agreed to meet the kid somewhere so public? Somewhere that made turning this into a sex thing, not a date thing, ridiculously difficult.

He did laugh at Dino’s response to the sugar thing. “You are a fucking fruit loop,” he joked, grinning at the other boy. He took the menu, scanning it quickly. “How about the biggest bowl of fries in existence and an even bigger sundae?” He almost suggested sharing a sundae, two spoons and all, but that would make this even more of a date than it already was.

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Fake Relationship | Owen x Cora

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Cora’s smile was enchanting. Her laugh, the twinkle in her eyes...she really was gorgeous. Breathtakingly so. If Owen was going to pretend to date anybody, he was glad it was the girl sitting across from him. She wasn’t just externally beautiful. He could tell she was smart and she had an incredibly quick wit. She was effortlessly funny and amazingly easy to talk to. Cora was the whole package and if he were straight....Yeah, this would be the girl.

He nodded as she pulled out the paper and began to write. Rules were a good idea, especially in a situation like this. It was important to both be on the same page in order to avoid anything uncomfortable later down the line. Owen would never want to do anything to negatively impact Cora, after all. And he was sure she was concerned about what he would and wouldn’t be willing to do.

“Of course,” he agreed, taking another sip of coffee and grinning. “Trust me, I’ve played the straight male lead in many a theatre production. I’ve got more experience kissing girls than most guys this gay.” God, he really missed theatre. “Plus, I had a steady girlfriend for two years in high school. I don’t mind kissing girls actually. I just don’t want to do anything else with them, you know?”

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Dude, Fuck! | Will x Damien

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Holy everloving fuck his head hurt! As he finally began to regain conciousness, Will groaned and tried to raise a hand to his throbbing skull. It didn’t move. Still groggy, he tried again but his hand stayed where it was. What the bloody hell was going on? He opened his eyes slowly, squinting in the sudden light. He was met with the sight of Damien relaxing comfortably on the couch, drink in hand. Oh god! He’d thought his blurry memories of being drugged were a weird dream. Yet here he was, unable to move due to being completely tied up. It was an impressive job actually. Will’s movement was almost entirely resitricted. 

Despite knowing it was hopeless, he struggled against the ropes. Finally feeling properly awake, he glared up at the demon. “Now, I know it’s pretty common knowledge that I’m into bondage, but you couldn’t have taken me to dinner first?” he snapped. Joking to cover up his fear, just typical Will.

What did Damien want? Will literally had no idea what to expect. He’d thought the demon was good now. He was fucking married for fucks sake! Why had he dosed Will and bound him on the floor at his feet? Was he going to kill him? Or was it going to be far worse? Will had suffered a lot at the hands of his father and had some ideas as to where this could go. Dude.....fuuuck.

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Blood On His Scythe | Finley x Grell

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“A little lost for words, I see...” Finley observed, fingers brushing along the skin of Grell’s neck. His breathing was growing heavier just from the way the redhead was gazing at him. Finley could feel the bulge in his jeans pressing against the other man, knowing he could feel it too. They wanted each other. Desire filled the air around them and it was easy to forget that they were in an open space. It was like a different world where only the two of them existed.

A low growl escaped him as he wrapped his hand around Grell’s throat, squeezing lightly. “A good thing, really,” he mused, leaning in closer. “I have other ideas for that pretty little mouth of yours.” At last, he closed the gap entirely, pulled Grell into one of the most passionate kisses he’d ever experienced in his entire twenty eight years.

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Stockholm Syndrome | Emilio x Dark

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Emilio was used to unkind people. He was used to the rough men in his family with their guns, knives and sharp mouths. He was used to the boys in the locker room using him to work out their issues. He was used to being thrown into walls, punched and beaten. He was also used to his own unkindness towards himself. How many times had he engraved his wrists with pain? How many times had he sought out danger with an intent of getting hurt? Pain was one thing Emilio Galante knew well. Safe felt strange.

Butterflies exploded inside him as Dark kissed him again. He couldn’t fucking help it. Maybe falling for his captor was yet another way of subconciously punishing himself. Emilio found himself melting into the kiss, hands wrapping around Dark’s neck to pull him closer.

When he finally pulled away, Em felt himself blushing again. “I should hate you...” he said again, a little out of breath. A small, confused laugh escaped him. “Literally none of this makes any sense. It’s like some weird dream that should be a nightmare but you somehow don’t want to wake up from...” Nothing he was saynig was making any sense either, Emilio realised. You’d think he was high. God, he wished he was high.

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Shiny New Toy | Gabriel x Marcus Lee

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A sinister grin spread slowly over Gabriel’s face as the boy spoke. Breaking this kid was going to be so fucking satisfying. You’d think Marcus Lee would know enough about demons by now to tread more cautiously. There was so much fun ahead. Where should he even begin?

“Why wouldn’t I touch you?” Gabriel purred, running his fingertips down one of the boys impeccable arms. “You’re absolutely gorgeous...” His fingers moved to Marcus Lee’s chest, covered by the cotton fabric of his shirt. The demon was tempted to rip it right open, but decided to hold off for now.

He knew it would eventually benefit him to restrain the boy, but for now he wanted to see what would happen if Marcus Lee had free reign. How would he fight back? It wasn’t as if he could leave. He couldn’t ger far, so Gabriel felt safe keeping him free for now.

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Not Spiderman Anymore || Max

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The pity he felt from Max only made Peter feel worse. He felt pathetic. Before he was useful. Maybe he’d still been learning but despite his stumbles, he’d been able to save people. He’d fought alongside the Avengers, rescued people. He’d been a fucking superhero. Here he was just a guy with some supernatural abilities who kept getting himself hurt. 

“I know, I know,” he sighed, staring up at the ceiling so he didn’t have to look at the older boy. “It’s just...I don’t know how I’m supposed to see bad things and not fight them, you know? How can I just let other people get hurt just because I might get hurt too? My job is to save people, isn’t it?”

Max’s point about Bruce was fair, and Peter had previously considered it. He just didn’t know how to ask. He also knew for a fact that Cecil, and by extension Remy, would be firmly against it. His new parents were protective, and considering the current situation it was probably warranted. “Pass me the painkillers?” he sighed. “I can’t make any promises as far as not apologising.” He managed a small smile, looking over at Max again.’

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|closed| Grell

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Her words earned a snort from Caiden. While her response to his question was almost certainly a blatant lie, her saying she had been appreciating her beauty in the mirror was oh so realistic. Grell didn’t just need attention from other people, she gave herself plenty as well. He raked his hand through his dark messy hair as he watched her admiring him. She wasn’t the only cocky one here. Caiden knew how good he looked, and never hesitated to show it off. Girls and guys drooled over him, and he liked the attention just as much as Grell did.

“Hmm,” he playfully mused, pushing off the wall and taking a step towards the wardrobe. He knew that his girlfriend would know what that movement meant. Inside those doors was a set of drawers completely filled with toys and restraints. Sure, Caiden had been tired before but just the sight of the goddess on the bed had given his mind other ideas. 

“Miss you?” he teased, turning to face her and leaning against the wardrobe doors with a smirk. “Why on earth would I miss you?” He was sure that his words would be met with a pout from the reaper. “I’ve barely thought about you all day.” He loved ths part. Pretending he wasn’t interested and watching how desperate she became. The redhead would be begging for exactly what he wanted in no time. He bit down on his lip, watching her.

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After School Credit || Henry

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Eden’s long blonde pigtails fell back over her shoulders as he let it fall from his grip, soft strands lightly brushing against the thighs on either side of her. Finally having free movement, she slowly pulled back, sliding her lips and tongue across his length until her mouth was empty. Eden inhaled deeply, licking her lips and gazing up at the man above her. The look in his eyes would be burned in her memory forever. In this moment, she was his and he knew it.

Without wasting time, Eden lowered herself back to the head of his cock, teasing it with her tongue. Clockwise then anti-clockwise, never breaking eye contact. Shivers ran through her at the feeling of his fingertips crazing her chest and the lace of her bra. Her breathing grew heavier as she sucked the head into her mouth, alternating between sucking it and swirling her tongue around it. She would take this slow, teasing him. She couldn’t let this end too soon.

Every word he spoke made her heart beat harder against her chest. She moaned again, taking more of him into her mouth and bobbing up and down, pigtails moving with her. She knew the feeling of her moans would drive him as crazy as his words were driving her. Disobeying the earlier command to keep her hands behind her back, she reached one hand up to wrap around the base of his cock while the other softly brushed the skin of his inner thigh, edging closer to his balls.