hey so over the past few months @crankgayplays has like. singlehandedly grabbed my muse/inspiration/motivation and dragged it out of the depths it was wallowing in and he also introduced me to dark/chase which is a fucking, grade A ship that i now absolutely love and so since valentine’s day was the other day i wanted to write a thingy thats a sort of. gift for him. im lorve u dude but also anyone who knows my track record with fics about an event can y’all fucken believe i got this done within two day of valentine’s day? that’s the power of chris’ ability to make me wanna write plus the power of loving my friends for y’all. so yeah basically have some cute valentine’s themed dark/chase fluff i love u
The buzzing of his phone wakes Dark up, and he quickly reaches over to silence, looking back at the man bundled up in his arms to see if the sound disturbed him. Chase seems to happily sleep on, and Dark breathes a quiet sigh of relief. A fond smile forms on his face as he gently brushes a few strands of hair away from Chase's forehead, exposing the skin enough for Dark to lean in and brush his lips there.
He leans back, taking one more second to admire Chase's peaceful expression. As adorable as he looks, Dark has to admit he misses those bright blue eyes and the man's smile - but that can wait. He has work to do, and if everything goes right, he'll see that smile soon enough.
The first thing he has to do, though, is get up, and while he usually loves how Chase wraps his whole body around him and clings on, Dark can already tell it's going to give him a challenge. He starts by shifting backwards, only to have Chase follow him immediately, his grip on Dark's t-shirt tightening just slightly for a few seconds. A soft sigh escapes him, and he tries taking hold of Chase's hands and gently pulling them away. Chase shifts a little in his sleep, his eyebrows drawing up just slightly, but when he makes no other movement, Dark focuses on carefully sliding out of bed. He's almost there when he hears a quiet groan, and he stops in his tracks.
"Where are you going?" Chase asks in a small voice still thick with sleep, and Dark can't help but lean closer, reaching forward to keep Chase's cheek. That sleepy, confused expression makes his heart break, and damn, Dark had no idea there would be guilt to fight in his effort to get ready for today.
"Just to the bathroom, okay? Go back to sleep, sweetheart," he lies, and even though he knows Chase won't give a damn, if he even remembers this, it somehow feels like a great betrayal. Chase hums and nods, letting his head rest on the pillow again, and Dark heads to the bathroom, internally cursing himself.
When he comes back, Chase is still awake, because of course he is, and when Dark climbs back into the bed, he happily returns to his previous position of being wrapped around Dark, as if Dark isn't already behind schedule.
"The bed gets so cold without you in it... I just can't sleep. It feels... weird. Empty," Chase murmurs into his shoulder. Christ, how is Dark meant to get up now? Things aren't going to be ready on time, and damn it, he'a planned this for so long, he just wants everything to be perfect - but, then again...
Lying here, with Chase in his arms, the world still quiet outside... just the two of them, together, nothing else to worry about than drifting back off into peaceful sleep...
Maybe this is perfect.
A small, fond smile forms on Dark's lips as he brings his hand up to brush through Chase's hair, leaning in to press another kiss to his forehead.
"I'm here, don't worry. I'm not going anywhere. I'm right here," he murmurs as he strokes over Chase's hair. The man hums contentedly as he cuddles up closer, and Dark lets his eyes slip closed. It isn't what he had planned, but... this is better.
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When he wakes up again, the sun is shining through the small gaps in the curtains. Chase looks up from where he's tracing patterns over Dark's chest, giving him a smile that warms Dark from his heart outwards.
"Good morning. Happy Valentine's Day," he whispers, stretching up to kiss Dark on the cheek. Dark hums and turns to catch Chase's lips, cupping Chase's cheek to hold him there for a few more seconds.
"Happy Valentine's Day," he whispers as he pulls back.
"Do you have any plans today?" Chase asks, settling back down. Dark can't help but snort, and as Chase looks at him in confusion, he starts to laugh, sitting up just so he can double over. Of course. Of course Chase would ask that. He quickly calms himself down enough to explain, but he can't help an amused smile playing aorund his features.
"I had a lot of plans for today. I was going to get up early. I had an alarm. I was going to decorate the house, really make it cheesy, rose petals and everything. I was going to bake cookies and cupcakes. I was going to wake you up with a plate of those cinnamon bagels you love, and the house would smell of strawberry and red velvet, and after we spent the morning in bed, we'd do whatever you want," he explains, watching as Chase's expression goes from confusion to disbelief to fondness.
"When I tried to get up... you woke up, and you said you couldn't sleep when I wasn't in bed with you. I wanted to give you a Valentine's Day that you wanted, and... it seemed that this is what you wanted," he finishes with a small smile. Chase lets out a quiet, choked noise, shifting himself carefully before throwing himself into Dark's laps, his arms around Dark's shoulders. He kisses Dark once more, but this time there's something to it, something that makes Dark's heart beat a little faster and makes his head start to spin.
"You were absolutely right," Chase mutters as he pulls away, grinning widely as he cups Dark's cheeks.
"Don't get me wrong, all that sounds wonderful, trust me and I- fuck, Dark, it's so damn sweet that you planned all that. And I would have loved that too! But... you're right. Nothing beats waking up next to you. You... you make me feel safe. Warm. Protected. There's nothing I'd rather do, on any day, than wake up in your arms." Chase voice trails to a soft whisper by the end of his words, and it isn't until Dark blinks that he notices there's tears in his eyes. Chase gently wipes them away as Dark brings him closer.
"I love you," he whispers, like it's their secret. Something precious, just for them. His heart aches pleasantly when Chase returns it, like something has snapped into place after so long without it.
"I also love the plans you had. Let's do them. Together," Chase adds, and Dark almost doesn't catch it as he mumbles them sleepily. A soft laugh bubbles out of him.
"After some more of this, though," he says as he pulls Chase even closer, securing his arms around the man's waist. Chase murmurs an agreement, resting his head on Dark's shoulder and letting out a contented sigh, and it's like he fits there, like he was made for Dark to hold. Which is lucky, because for all Dark likes to plan, he doesn't plan on letting go.
32 & 38 - “If you interrupt me one more time, so help me god.” & “Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”
i got carried away with this, it's so long and for some reason got Super wholesome and there's not even any explicit smut in it fsfsdd im soRRY
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Google sighs as the door to his office is flung upon once again, and he doesn't need to turn around in his chair to guess who it is.
"Google! Googs, I'm sorry, I know you said to be careful but I- I thought I had this trick nailed, I really did! But I came off again, and I caught my arm, and... I know you're busy, but if you have a second, could... could you help?" Bing asks. Google sighs and pinches his nose, but when he turns around, any anger he could possibly have is gone. Bing is giving him that kicked puppy look, holding out his arm, and Google can't deny him anything.
He sure can grumble about it though.
He beckons his boyfriend over, and his heart clenches as he sees the smile of relief on the android's face. He holds back a wince as he inspects the damage - it's not bad, but damn, does Google wish Bing would stop going out and wrecking himself on that skateboard. Bing watches him carefully as he gets up and goes to his cupboard, bringing over a few supplies and a chair from the side of the room. Bing gives him an apologetic smile as he sits down and lets Google get to work on his arm.
"I'm really sorry. I don't mean to bother you, I know you're busy, I-" he starts, but Google shushes him with a shake of his head. He looks up, giving Bing just the tiniest smile, but with it all tension slips away from between them. They sit in silence as Google works, but it's a comfortable one. When he's done, Bing goes to stand up, but Google tightens his grip on his arm.
"If you interrupt me one more time, so help me god, there will be consequences," he says, waggling a finger at him. Bing studies his expression and then giggles, leaning closer to give him a kiss on the cheek.
"Thanks, Googs," he says as he pulls away, heading over to his skateboard. He looks over it with a frown, eventually taking it over to his own little table. Bing catches Google watching and gives him a sheepish smile.
"I need to replace a wheel. Do you want me to move? I can be quiet," he explains. Google mutters that he's fine and turns back to his work.
It isn't long before he looks over again, and he has to keep his jaw from dropping at the sight. Bing is bent over his table, his hips shaking to whatever music he has playing in his head. Fuck, is he doing that on purpose? He must sense Google staring at him, as he meets his eye. He gives Google a bright smile and a little wave before going back to his skateboard, and Google still has no idea if he knows what he's doing. He gives his work one last look and decides it can wait. Finding out his answer is more important.
He walks up behind Bing and takes hold of the android's hips in a firm grip. Bing stiffens in his hold, but leans into it, setting his screwdriver down on the table.
"Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?" he all but growls, as close to Bing's ear as he can get. The android shudders in his arms as he starts to sputter, and Google knows even before he turns him around that he's blushing. He wraps his arms around Bing's waist and moves closer to crowd him against the table.
"You're so adorable," Google mutters, and Bing somehow blushes even deeper. Google swears he can hear him overheating, his processor whirring at top speed, and he places a hand on Bing's cheek to calm him down. He needs to, since he figures what he's going to say next might make Bing pop a fuse.
"I bet you'd look even more adorable in our bed. Do you want to help me find out?" Bing's eyes widen, and Google can never really get over how shy Bing gets about all this. Eventually, though, he gives Google a grin and wraps his arms around his shoulders.
"I certainly do," he says. Google returns his grin as he takes hold of Bing's arms and moves them off of him. Before Bing can question him, he leans down and picks him up, hauling him over his shoulder and getting a squeal in return. Bing quickly recovers, and his laughter makes Google's heart sing as he walks out of the room.
54 - “C’mere, you can sit on my lap until I’m done working.”
vanilla u have blessed me <3 i have a couple antiaverage aus so i went with my youtuber au: the general gist is jack and anti are twin brothers, jack is a yter and anti helps him with editing and the spoopy stuff. chase is also a yter and they meet at a convention and fall in wuv
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Chase adjusts the plate he's carrying, carefully balancing it in one hand as he knocks on Anti's door with the other. He breathes a small sigh of relief as he hears the man tell him to come in, and he bumps open the door with his hip.
"Hey," he greets as he walks over, searching for a free space on Anti's desk to put the plate. Anti shuffles a few papers to make room, and he gives Chase a grateful smile as he mutters a "hi" in return.
"You've been in here a while, so I wanted to check on you, and bring you a snack and some tea if you wanted it. Do you have water with you?" he asks. Anti hums and gestures to his water bottle.
"Before you ask, yes, I've been refilling it," he adds, laughing softly when Chase gives him a sheepish smile.
"I just worry about you." Anti reaches up to cup his cheek, and he leans into the touch.
"I know. It's adorable, and I appreciate it," he mutters. He leans closer to press a chaste kiss to Chase's lips before turning to the mug of tea on his desk. He takes a sip, letting out an appreciative hum as he puts the mug back down. Chase glances between Anti and his computer screen, and he takes a small step back.
"It looks like you've got your work cut out for you. I'll leave you to it, okay?" he says, starting to turn away, but Anti's hand closes around his wrist. He looks back to see Anti with a mouthful of biscuit, and he waits with an amused smile for Anti to finish it.
"C’mere, you can sit on my lap until I’m done working," he says as he gives Chase's arm a little tug. A deep blush rises to Chase's cheeks, but he accepts the offer. He's careful of the desk as he climbs into Anti's lap, not wanting to knock anything over. Anti pulls him closer once he's settled, an arm around his waist as Chase straddles him.
He lets his head rest on Anti's shoulder as the man gets back to work. He finds himself missing the warmth of his arm every time he moves it to type something. He opens his eyes after a few moments, staring at the expanse of Anti's neck before him, and the temptation is too much. Leaning closer, he kisses the soft skin there, and as he hears Anti take a sharp breath, he kisses him again. Over and over, placing feather-light kisses on his neck as Anti hums softly and tilts his head to give Chase more access.
Experimentally, he shifts his hips just a little, barely even a thrust. Anti tightens his grip around his waist, and Chase moves again, getting a low growl this time.
"You've been working on this for so long now... I've barely seen you all day. Don't you think it's time for a little break?" he murmurs. He sets a rhythm as he rocks his hips, and Anti's other arm moves around him.
"I think you deserve it," he adds in a whisper, leaning close to Anti's ear. the man takes a deep breath, and then his arms are gone and the chair is moving. Chase grabs hold of Anti's shoulders to stay steady, and he hears paper shuffling behind him. Before he can question it, or twist around to look, Anti's hands are back on him again, lifting him to place him on the desk.
"Just a short break," he mutters. His hands are already going to Chase's pants, and he takes a moment to recover before tugging on Anti's shirt. He matches the grin that Anti tries to hide as he shuffles around to help Anti undress him.
"Just a short break," he agrees, his breath becoming harsher, "Maybe it'll give you extra motivation, you know... for what you can have when you've finished." Anti meets his eyes, and the heat there makes Chase bite his lip to hold back a whine.
"I think that's one of the best ideas you've ever had," he says, and he cuts off Chase's laugh with a kiss.
Number 15 of the smut prompts, mobile version, with some soft Danti?
anon just the mention of soft danti had me sobbing of coURSE you can have soft danti do you know how much i love these boys???? do u know anon???
behind the read more for explicit nsfw!
Dark moans as he practically slams himself back down again, and Anti replies with a muttered curse. He’s almost sat up completely, leaning back on his hand just enough to give Dark space as he rides him hard. His other arm hold Dark’s waist, and he squeezes tighter to slow him down just enough to draw him into a kiss.
“Why don’t you let me push you down to this bed, huh?” Anti asks once he pulls away. He’s still so, so close, his voice so sweet despite the way his words make Dark shudder with want.
“Why don’t you let me make you feel good? Let me fuck you into the mattress, make you scream?” he carries on, and Dark can’t hold back another moan at the thought. He shakes his head, though, both to dispel those thoughts and give Anti his answer.
“No, I’m supposed to be making you feel good,” he insists, for what feels like the ninetieth time. Anti’s grip loosens but he doesn’t get back up his previous pace just yet.
“You’re always doing the work. I want you to just relax. I want you to just lie back,” he mutters, placing a hand on Anti’s chest and pushing until he lies down on the bed, “and let me take care of you.”
He stays hovering over Anti for a while longer, taking the time to adjust to the new position. Anti hums softly as he looks over Dark, and he brings up one hand to trace over Dark’s cheek. His hand then slides to the back of Dark’s neck and brings him down into a bruising kiss. It only takes Dark a second before he’s giving just as good as he’s getting, humming into the kiss as he nips at Anti’s bottom lip.
They’re both panting when they break apart. Anti strokes through his hair before letting his hands fall down to rest at Dark’s hips.
“Maybe just this once,” he murmurs, and Dark grins as he straightens back up.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
@crankgayplays bruh i must have somehow forgotten to put this on my blog anywhere but for your community telephone thing have this bingaverage thingy i did for an exchange last year cause u reminded me how much i love bingaverage and this is just cute stuffs
“Say it again,” Anti demands roughly when he pulls away to work on tugging Chase's jeans and underwear down. Chase looks up at the demon's eyes, a pure void of black, and quickly opens his mouth.
“I’m yo - ah! - yours,” he says, cut off midway as Anti scratches his thighs lightly, and when did his nails get that sharp? Chase can’t bring himself to care as Anti leans down again to growl in his ear.
“I’m gonna make sure you don’t remember anything else.”
or: Anti gets a little jealous.
Warnings: None. Words: 2146. Read it on the ao3 here
(ps. it ends up way fluffier than how it starts gsdfdsfds)
Chase breathes a sigh of relief as he finally closes the door behind him. He drops his bags on the floor; he has time tomorrow to sort them out. Conventions are fun, greeting fans and talking on panels, but they’re also fucking exhausting. He’s glad that it’s over now, and tomorrow can just be spent hanging out with his friends before they all go back home.
His phone buzzes, and he jumps, muttering a quick “Sorry” as he fishes it out and places it face up on the table. The sight of Anti crawling out of his phone in a mass of pixels is familiar, but he still hasn’t quite gotten used to it. Anti stretches with a groan, bones popping, and Chase finds himself watching the way his muscles move. As his eyes trail up, his greeting dies on his lips as Anti practically stalks towards him.
He lets out a huff as Anti pushes him against the wall, a laugh turning into a moan as the demon sucks a hickey onto his neck. He can't bring himself to be annoyed as warm hands trail down to his hips, leaving a buzzing feeling in their wake.
"Do you have any idea how hard it was for me today? To sit back and watch? It gets so frustrating that these people don't know you're mine," Anti growls in his ear. The words send a shiver throughout Chase's body and he simply lets out another moan in response. It makes his head swim with arousal when Anti gets possessive like this, and Anti knows full well, taking advantage of it whenever he can.
He gasps when Anti's hands find his thighs and hoist them up. His legs quickly wrap around Anti's waist as his hands fly up to grip onto the demon's shoulders for dear life. Anti thrusts forward, pressing him against the wall and drawing out a choked gasp from the man held tightly in his grip.
"I-I'm yours," he breathes out.
“Goddamn right you are,” Anti replies before going back down to his neck. Chase moans shakily as his hand finds its way into Anti's hair and tugs gently. He retaliates with a growl that makes Chase shudder with want, experimentally tugging again. Anti rolls his hips again before pulling him away from the wall, and Chase doesn’t even need to look to guess where they’re going.
Anti almost throws him on the bed, but he follows him down seconds later to pin his wrists to the pillow. He orders for Chase to keep them there and he obeys as Anti all but tears his shirt off before claiming Chase’s lips again in a bruising kiss.
“Say it again,” Anti demands roughly when he pulls away to work on tugging Chase's jeans and underwear down. Chase looks up at the demon's eyes, a pure void of black, and quickly opens his mouth.
“I’m yo - ah! - yours,” he says, cut off midway as Anti scratches his thighs lightly, and when did his nails get that sharp? Chase can’t bring himself to care as Anti leans down again to growl in his ear.
“I’m gonna make sure you don’t remember anything else.”
Chase can't help the breathless moan coming from his lips, Anti's words making his dick twitch. He simply nods as he shifts and his hands clench into fists. Anti sees the motion and smirks as he reminds him to keep his hands where they are. Chase watches, a whine caught in the back of his throat, as Anti shoves off his own clothes before crawling back over him. He stops at his hips and looks up with a grin. Before Chase can say anything, Anti moves back down and kisses the inside of his thigh.
A soft sigh spills from his lip, but Anti doesn't stay gentle for long. Soon enough, Chase is panting, whines turning into choked-off gasps as Anti sinks his teeth into soft flesh. Anti hums against his skin and he traces his thumb over the bite marks as he grins up at Chase.
"The marks from last time are barely there... I think I'm going to have to cover you all over again. Maybe then they'll keep their hands off of you," he murmurs as he rests his head against Chase's other thighs. Chase flushes a deep red, but he feels a smirk pulling at the edges of his lips.
"But they won't see those marks," he says. Anti growls softly, and fuck, that does things to him. At the same time, Anti’s grip gets tighter, his thumb pressing into one of the marks, and Chase thrashes as a high keening sound leaves his lips.
“Don’t tempt me, or I’ll cover your neck too. And your shoulders, your collarbones, your chest. Every single inch of you,” he murmurs, his voice just the right mix of playful and threatening to make Chase shudder.
“Fuck, Anti,” he breathes out.
“Patience,” comes the reply, and Chase whines again. Anti latches onto his skin, nipping and sucking and Chase swears he’s going to go insane. It feels so good, but it’s not enough, it’s not where he needs it. Anti carries on, apparently unbothered by Chase’s frustration. He pins Chase to the bed as he continues to paint him in bruises, and Chase swears that those hands are going to leave bruises of their own. The thought only turns him on more.
After what feels like eons, Anti finally leans back. He looks over Chase with a gaze that makes him flush a deep red. He trails his fingers along the marks he’s made, making Chase gasp softly as a shiver runs through him.
“You’re so beautiful. Especially like this,” he murmurs. There’s something like awe in his tone, and Chase’s heart does a little flip. He groans and turns over to hide his face in the pillow mumbling for Anti to stop looking at him like that. Anti chuckles, that soft one reserved for Chase.
“Hey, now. Don’t you hide yourself. I’m the only one who gets to see you like this, and I want to make use of every second of it,” he says as he manhandles Chase to turn him back around. That gentle laugh spills out again as Chase covers his face with his hands. Anti doesn’t waste time pulling them away.
He holds them in a loose grip over Chase’s head with one hand as the other cups his cheek. Chase’s blush darkens, cheeks burning as Anti whispers that he’s adorable when he goes shy. Chase huffs out a shaky laugh as he resists the urge to turn and hide his face again.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he whispers back.
“If it’s death by pleasure, then good. I’m the only one who gets that privilege.” Chase shivers as the heat comes back into Anti’s tone. The demon presses a soaring kiss to his lips before moving to the bedside table. Chase eyes the little bottle in his hands with hunger.
Anti settles between his legs again, pressing a kiss to one of the bruises there. Chase lets out a quiet moan as his legs fall apart further, and he gasps softly as Anti’s finger breaches him.
“I’m gonna make you feel so good, Chase,” Anti murmurs, and Chase can’t help but love the way his name sounds in Anti’s voice. “I’m gonna make you fall apart. I’m gonna do everything that only I can do to you.” Chase only moans in reply, his hips starting to squirm as Anti fucks him on two fingers.
He mutters something between pants and groans, and a loud whine escapes as Anti slows him down. The demon tilts his head and amused smile playing around his lips.
“What was that?”
“Anti! Anti, please, more please!” Chase babbles. His fingers twist in the sheets, and his hips keep shifting trying to get something. Anti rubs a soothing hand along his thigh as he shushes him. He mutters something about patience, which only drives Chase to whine again.
He cries out when Anti speeds up again, and his subsequent moan breaks off Anti hits his sweet spot. His grip on the sheets gets even tighter. A heavy shudder runs through him as Anti licks a stripe up his flushed cock, joined by a shaky, wrecked “Fu-u-uck.”
Well, I think you’ve certainly waited long enough for it,” Anti says with a smirk. Before Chase can question him, his mind still lagging a little. Anti takes him hands away and crawls up and over Chase. Chase frowns a little, but he barely gets out a whine before Anti is cutting him off with another kiss.
His arms quickly come up to wrap around. Anti’s shoulders in an attempt to keep him from moving away again. Anti could easily break his hold but he obligingly stays close when he breaks the kiss to let Chase breathe. He bites his lip as he hears the click of a bottle lid again. Anti matches his expectant look with a grin, wiping his hands before placing them on Chase’s hips.
Another wrecked moan spills from Chase’s mouth as Anti pushes himself in. He’s not slow, but Chase loves it, his hand scrambling to bury itself in Anti’s hair as his mouth falls open. The slight stretch burns deliciously and he pants heavily as he gets used to that feeling of being absolutely stuffed full.
His eyes are scrunched up in pleasure, but he forces himself to open them, meeting Anti’s gaxe as he gives him a nod. Anti takes the signal and starts to move, deep enough to knock all the wind out of Chase’s lungs with each movement. It isn’t long before Chase finds himself whining in frustration. He tugs on Anti’s hair to get his attention as he tries to get out a “please” between wrecked sighs.
“Please what?” Anti asks, the grip on Chase’s hips tightening as they try in vain to move.
“F-faster!” There’s a growl in the air and Chase starts to babble again, his nails clinging into Anti’s back. His words are much less coherent this time, but his message seems to get itself across as Anti braces his hand either side of Chase’s head.
Chase practically shrieks at the new pace, and he swears Anti is putting extra effort into nailing his sweet spot over and over. The only noises coming from Chase are wrecked sobs, but Anti leans close to talk into his ear.
“Who do you belong to?” he asks. Chase almost chokes, the question sending sparks through his head.
“Y-you,” he breathes out.
“Who’s the only one who can see you like this? Who can make you feel this good?” Anti’s voice is a deep rumble, that makes Chase blink a few times to remember how to reply.
“Fuck, A-Anti, you! O-only you!”
“Good, good boy. And all mine.” Chase sobs again, nodding frantically.
“All yours, only yours, o-oooh, Anti,” he moans out. Anti hums and pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek, but it does little to soothe his frayed nerves.
“And you know what that makes me?” he asks, taking Chase hands one by one and intertwining their fingers before filming them down to the bed.
“The luckiest being to ever exist.” Chase lets out a shocked, broken noise, clinging onto Anti’s hands. The demon finds a new angle that his him screaming, and it isn’t long before Chase is coming undone with a shuddering sigh. Anti follows soon after, drowning out a soft overstimulated whine as Chase feels warmth filling him up.
He doesn’t have the energy to whine again as Anti pulls out and moves away, but Anti must notice his pout as he gives Chase that rare fond smile as he heads into the bathroom.
Chase shivers when Anti cleans him up, but once he’s done, Anti gently brings him into his arms. Chase’s limbs feel like jelly, and his head feels like it’s been replaced with cotton wool, but he manages to give Anti a worn-out smile. Anti snorts, adjusting Chase until they can both lay down on the bed. He pulls the covers up over them and brushes some of Chase’s hair away from his face.
“You’re so perfect,” he whispers. Chase can’t bring himself to answer, except in the form of burying his face in the crook of Anti’s neck, but Anti lets him hide this time. He simply cards his fingers through Chase’s hair as they calm down their racing hearts, breathing slowly going back to normal.
“Let me take care of you tomorrow, okay? I have a feeling you’re going to be sore,” Anti says, his voice soft enough that it barely breaks the silence. Chase hums as he moves closer, and as he closes his eyes, he feels a gentle kiss on the top of his head.
“You’re not taking me to bed. ever.”“Who said it had to be on the bed?” with danti???
two in a row ending with someone being scooped up and carried off to bed? listen. im weak for people being carried to bed.
this was another one that didn’t get to explicit nsfw so smol u need to look in the tags
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Dark rolls his eyes as he notices Anti sidling up to him out of the corner of his eye. The man is a nuisance, a distraction, always making Dark blush with his words and his looks. He's a lot more bearable know that he knows Dark's boundaries, but he just doesn't seem to want to give up.
Dark knows Anti would leave him completely alone if he told him to. He just... can't bring himself to do it.
Anti's working some kind of magic on him, he tells himself. In which case, of course, there's not much he can really do to stop it.
He finally looks at Anti, staring into those emerald eyes, and his heart does a familiar, funny little flip when they crinkle at the corners with Anti's smile. Anti asks how he's doing, his tone innocent, but the appreciative glance he gives Dark almost spoils it. Dark answers casually and they settle into an easy conversation. When he's not trying his best to get into Dark's pants, Anti has his moments, where he's... almost sweet.
Dark looks up as he hears his name being called, and he sees Wilford walking over to them. As he gets closer, he seems to spot Anti, and he looks between the two of them with a knowing smirk.
"You know, nevermind. You too seem busy! I'll leave you two to it," he says in a tone that makes Dark roll his eyes. Before he can protest, though, Wilford's already walking away, and when he looks back at Anti, he sees an all too familiar grin.
"I think we'll be left alone for a while, thanks to our dear Wilford. Just you and me, huh? I can think of much better things to do with our time," he mutters as he leans closer. Dark doesn't move away, squaring himself and looking Anti in the eye.
"You're not taking me to bed. Ever."
"Who said it had to be on the bed?" Dark rolls his eyes again as he leans back against the wall. He watches idly as Anti reaches forward to take hold of his tie and twirl it between his fingers. He can feel Anti's eyes on him, searching for any protest, but Dark simply sighs, an amused smile pulling at his lips.
"You're insufferable," he mutters. He watches as Anti moves to be in front of him, placing one hand on the wall beside him but leaving the other side wide open for Dark to leave. God, how can Anti be so annoyingly insistent and yet so sweet? He must be breaking some sort of rule there.
"Oh, I don't think you'd call being in my company suffering, would you?" Anti asks before giving Dark a fake pout. He starts to say something else, some smart-ass remark, probably, but Dark doesn't let him. Something in him snaps, and he grabs Anti's collar and pulls him in, covering that stupid, gorgeous mouth with his own. Anti kisses back tentatively at first, clearly still shocked, but as Dark yanks him closer and nips at his bottom lip, he seems to get the message. He pushes Dark against the wall, making him gasp, and he takes the moment to break the kiss.
"Shut up and just fuck me already," he mutters, breathless, and Anti practically growls in reply. His hands hover like they don't know where to go first, and they settle for a crushing grip on Dark's hips. When Dark looks up at him, his eyes are hooded, but there's still a glint of humour there.
"On the bed?" he asks. Dark makes a sound between a groan and a whine, and he swears his eyes are going to roll back into his head at this rate.
"I don't care!" he hisses. Anti laughs, and before Dark can get too annoyed, his hands travel down further to lift Dark up into his arms. Dark quickly moves his grip to wrap around Anti's shoulders.
"We'll just see when we get there, hm?" Anti asks as he checks the coast is clear before carrying Dark out of the room.
Ooh how about 22 with Darkstache (bonus points if Wil’s the one saying it >:3)
Just realized that I said to include whether it was on mobile or desktop lol (I’m the anon that said Darkstache with 22) and I’m on mobile do 22 is “Mine.”
anon i think you know that there was no doubt in my mind that wil should be the one saying “mine” >:3 and thank you sm for clarifying! i really do appreciate it sdfsd
also i feel like i should say, these are all going to be short, and some don’t have any explicit nsfw in. sorry if that disappoints anyone! maybe at some point ill do another round of these when i have time to do longer answers
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“That went well, don’t you think?” Dark asks as they walk into their room. He undoes his tie, glad to finally be free of that ballroom despite how wonderful it was for new opportunities. “I got some useful information and some new contacts that could help u-”
He’s cut off when, as soon as the door closes, he’s pressed up against it, and Wilford is moving closer by the second. His heart races as he catches the look in Wilford’s eyes.
“Mine.”
Dark shivers at Wilford’s growl, but he frowns slightly in confusion.
“What?”
“You’re mine. Not anyone else’s.” As he speaks, Wilford reaches out and unbuttons Dark’s blazer, sliding it down his shoulders slow enough that Dark could easily stop him. Instead, he just stares as Wilford’s words go into his head and down.
“They all wanted to get their hands on you, to chat you up and try to charm you into bed, but I won’t allow that. You’re not a freebie to be passed around. You’re mine,” Wilford carries on, sending a shiver down Dark’s spine. He snaps into action and reaches forward to take Wilford’s tie off, but his wrists are caught and pressed to the wall beside him. He looks up in shock to see Wilford staring back at him.
“Do I need to remind you of that?” The look in Wilford’s eyes tells him all he needs to know, and an easy smirk pulls at his lips.
“You know what?” he asks as he pushes back against Wilford’s hands a little, “I think I do.”
